#v; Make Them Give My Brother Back {AU}

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[simplyraeblue]

King and Captive

(Hunter and Hunted Spin-Off) read here

modern au a chance meeting with Sukuna quickly turns into a nightly routine you can't escape. as the lines between game and something more blur, you start to wonder—how long can you keep playing, or will Sukuna make you his next conquest? !Sukuna x !femreader

chapter warnings/tags: MDNI, NSFW, swearing, use of "princess", "she/her" pronouns used, mentions of OG story, appearance of other characters, SMUT SMUT SMUT, p in v, creampie, unprotected, Sukuna is a changed man afterwards (but really?) A/N: the time has COME my friends (heh, pun). so sorry it took me forever to post, the holidays have been insane with travel, and I was soaking up every second with my long-distance BF. someone in the OG storyline had commented that Sukuna needed someone to match his freak... well, they were right. (• ᴗ -)

index part four | part six

part five word count : 4,588

every day since your first kiss with him, without fail, Sukuna appeared parked out front of your work waiting for you. you weren’t sure if the satisfaction you felt was from seeing him leaned against his bike, or if it was the reactions of the dickwads you worked with.

“are you sure that’s safe?”

“does he have a motorcycle license?”

“what’s up with all that ink?”

you just brushed them off, tossing your hair over your shoulder as you practically skipped over to your mysterious tattooed man before receiving a warm welcome in the form of a deep kiss on the lips. to make it worse for your coworkers, they definitely saw Sukuna slip his tongue in your mouth as he side-eyed them.

bunch of heathens, he thought to himself. he knew the comments they made behind your back, the peaks they took at your ass, even could guess that they thought of you when they had nothing but their hand to give them comfort. pathetic.

and yet, he’d made no move to take things further than a few heavy make out sessions. maybe he was the pathetic one.

but all that would be put to the test tonight.

“a party?” you asked, twirling the straw in your glass around and around while Sukuna smirked at you. of course, had taken you to your usual bar to treat you after work - just like he did almost every day.

“my brother asked me to come, said I was required to bring a guest.” Sukuna was only partly lying – Yuji had asked him to come but never mentioned anything about bringing someone. but he knew you’d be just fine.

“I don’t know, aren’t we a little… old to be going?” you teased lightly but truthfully, you’d already accepted the invitation in your mind. “bunch of college kids, drinking and dicking around?”

Sukuna’s shoulder shook with a booming laugh. “if there’s no dicking around, then it’s not a party, princess.”

you couldn’t help but pout as the thought of who would be there crossed your mind. did you dare ask him? risk bringing up a sore subject?

he’d told you about what happened last summer, one night when you both had a few too many glasses of wine. Sukuna swore that wine was his truth serum. so now you knew that his former – lover, ex girlfriend, fling? – was dating his half brother Choso.

curiosity gnawed at your bones. was she pretty? hot? drop dead fucking gorgeous? how did you compare?

a light tap of Sukuna’s finger to your temple snapped your from your anxiety spiral. “what’s going through your mind?” he asked softer than usual, the change in his demeanor catching you off guard.

no, you couldn’t let yourself drown in what-ifs. “let’s do it. I owe you one.” you told him with finality, face set in determination as you downed the rest of your drink in one go before standing from your seat and pulling your jacket on.

Sukuna was curious why your attitude towards the idea suddenly changed; you were dead quiet for a minute, brows furrowed and already thinking of something he would have loved to correct you on. most certainly about how you’d fit in. and yet you stood with confidence now, lips in a tight line and eyes locking with his.

god, he wanted to kiss you until he couldn’t breathe.

“owe me for what, princess?” Sukuna smiled at you, sharp canines flashing in doing so.

“for putting on a damn good show in front of my ex. it’s time I return the favor.”

oh.

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this was a mistake. a big fat fucking mistake and you didn’t realize it until you were walking up to the front door with Sukuna. you fidgeted with your skirt, smoothed your hair, tried to make yourself at least look like you hadn’t just let Sukuna tongue fuck your mouth in the car just moments ago.

would anyone be able to tell that you were sexually frustrated and as tense as a stretched rubber band? god you should have told him to knock it off but you just couldn’t help it.

Sukuna knocked three times, alerting Yuji to his presence before opening the door ahead of any answer. this used to be his home, after all. before everyone and their mother decided to come and dry hump on the couch every night.

he’d seen Choso’s lights on as you both walked up, and he was sure that she’d be here - and he silently hoped that wouldn’t scare you away.

“hey, Sukuna’s here everybody!” you heard someone shout, followed by a few grumbles of fake enthusiasm. did everyone really look down on him that much?

his brother Yuji, or you assumed by the matching head of pink fluffy hair, practically bounded over and wrapped his arms around Sukuna. “I’m so glad you made it!” Yuji exclaimed with a wide, toothy grin.

“yeah, yeah, like you would’ve noticed my absence.” Sukuna teased before turning the tables on Yuji and enclosing an arm around his brother’s throat to roughly rub his knuckles across Yuji’s scalp. “don’t make a big deal okay? I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”

it was until then that Yuji noticed you, standing slightly behind Sukuna and smiling at the display - honestly surprised to see that side of Sukuna. “hi, I hope you don’t mind that I tagged along.” you bowed your head slightly, but a quick elbow from Sukuna had you straightening up.

“don’t do that, you don’t have to.” he corrected you with a smirk, and Yuji was having none of it.

your hands were quickly enclosed in his, and he bounced up and down with enthusiasm. “guys, Sukuna brought a girl with him!” Yuji yelled out behind him as he suddenly wrapped you in a hug too.

Sukuna rolled his eyes as he watched his little brother almost squeeze the life out of you. he half expected you to shrug it off, or push him away, but you were beaming. a grin stretched across your face and he felt his heart race wildly at the sight.

“woah, really? what, did you kidnap her or something?” a red-haired girl rushed around the corner, but when she saw you her jaw dropped. “holy fucking shit, she’s gorgeous!”

“that’s Nobara Kugisake, please ignore her for your own mental sanity.” Sukuna grumbled out an introduction, earning a sharp glare from Nobara before she also wrapped you up in a hug - joining Yuji seeing as he hadn’t even let go yet.

you were soon introduced to Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Yuta Okkotsu, and Maki Zenin. the only one out of four who showed an ounce of enthusiam was Inumaki, who extended his hand for you to shake.

you couldn’t help but wonder where -

“who’s your friend, Sukuna?” you turned at the voice, eyes catching on his other brother Choso standing at the bottom of the stairs, and then -

fucking hell. she was beautiful. like, “doesn’t have to try” beautiful.

and you were very, very aware of her eyes scanning over you, lips parted slightly in what looked to be surprise as she noted your presence. more specifically, Sukuna’s hand enclosed in yours.

Sukuna was quick to make introductions, not wanting to dwell on the fact that he had noticed how your demeanor shifted suddenly. he knew why, and he’d make sure to discuss it later, but for now he focused on wrapping an arm around your waist and keeping you at his side.

he didn’t want you to draw comparisons, but he could tell you were already doing so. your eyes followed her almost every where before you’d look down at your outfit, comb your fingers through your hair, or adjusted your posture.

to Sukuna, there was no fucking comparison. you were his and she was not.

but you couldn’t help it. you had wanted to know how - how had this one girl once had both Sukuna and Choso wrapped around her finger? and now after looking at her you knew. and you hated that she wasn’t hideous or bitchy. hated that you had yet to find anything negative about her.

the night dragged on, and so did your swirl of negative thoughts. Yuji was amazing, and Sukuna had been right that you two would get along. Choso was even very sweet, although still side eyeing Sukuna on occasion as if you couldn’t see.

once everyone was good and drunk, and things took a turn for the crazier side of a party, you were mentally checked out. Sukuna watched as you started to stare off into the distance, blinking a little too long and yawning into your elbow. you were getting sleepy, he knew it because you always looked the cutest when you were half awake.

“I think it’s time I get her back home. right, princess?” Sukuna pulled you closer to his side as everyone bid you goodnight, Yuji making sure to express repeatedly that you were always welcome. he didn’t miss the last long look you gave her from across the room.

you almost fell asleep on the ride back to your apartment, Sukuna’s warmth radiating off of him as your arms were wrapped around his torso. did you make a good first impression? did everyone like you, or hate you?

were you as pretty as her?

Sukuna had been fully intent on walking you to your door, and dropping you off like a gentleman. but manners be damned. as soon as you turned the key, and turned to look at him with big doe eyes, he was screwed.

“am I as pretty as her?” the question slipped from your lips before you could stop it, but you couldn’t help it. you had to know, otherwise you’d go crazy wondering about it.

but Sukuna didn’t respond, which made your stomach drop as he ushered you through your door before clicking it shut behind him. you almost took the silence as your answer, until suddenly your back was pressed up against the inside of your door and Sukuna had two hands firmly planted on either side of your head.

“don’t. don’t start making comparisons to her, because there is nothing to compare.” Sukuna growled lightly, chest heaving as he tried to keep a tight leash on his resolve to kiss you until you forgot all about it. “if you’re looking for something to set yourself apart - you’re mine. she’s not, and that’s that.”

“but-”

“no buts.” you were making it increasingly more difficult for him to control himself. what must he do to prove it to you? to chase away your negative thoughts and show you that you are the one he wants, exes and hookups be damned.

when you looked up at him again, he had one tiny, tiny shred left.

“then show me I’m yours.”

you were expecting him to laugh it off, to tell you that you were too tired or that he was going to be a gentleman. you were sick of that - fuck being a gentleman, you wanted him to fuck you.

but no, Sukuna took it as a challenge.

his lips crashed into yours, rough and unrestrained as his body pressed into you fervently. you tasted sweet, all he could think about as soon as he kissed you was how sweet you tasted and how he craved more. it made him wonder if you tasted just as sweet every where else.

the notion led him to start trailing rough kisses down your cheek, your jaw, onto your neck. peppered kisses mixed with nips of his teeth against your skin and you were already feeling hot. so fucking hot that it made you wonder what you’d set your thermostat to before you left.

you were so ablaze that you decided you needed your clothes off - now.

you started to lean into Sukuna, more and more until he started backing into your apartment with you in his arms, not allowing himself to breath and stuffing his face into your neck. he didn’t want to move or stop what he was doing, not until he was thoroughly drunk on your scent.

he backed up until he hit your bedroom door, reaching behind himself with one hand to open it and pull you inside with him. Sukuna’s lips returned to yours, nipping and tugging roughly at your bottom lip, causing you to moan out of your parted lips. he made note of how much he loved that sound, deciding to make sure he heard it throughout the night.

both of you tumbled back onto your bedspread, with Sukuna pinned under your body as you returned his needy kisses ten fold. he was warm and rough and sturdy and you ached for every bit of it. you went to bite his lip back, barely missing and catching his cheek again and his hips jolted in response.

Sukuna felt like a wild animal, and you seemingly matched his energy with your roaming hands and rough gentle teeth. if he knew how much you loved to bite he would have done this a hell of a lot sooner.

as your hands reached between your bodies and fumbled with his belt, Sukuna’s sank his canines into the exposed skin right between your neck and shoulder and hauled. hauled you to the side and rolled until you were firmly planted beneath him now, turning the tables.

he had to remind himself of where he was, who he was with, and what he intended to do with you. with permission.

“do you want to?” Sukuna’s voice came out broken and rough from lack of air due to your addictive kiss. his eyes scanned your face for any ounce of hesitation, but all he could find was your eyes half open as you smirked up at him.

“oh for fuck’s sake, I want you.” you murmured to answer him, reaching a hand up to rest on his cheek and smile at him.

and he melted on the spot. your warm touch, your smile, everything you were taking and giving right back to him made his heart thump wildly in his chest. if he didn’t know any better he thought you might be able to hear his pulse racing in the silence.

he didn’t let himself hesitate before his lips were on your skin again, now more gentle as he worked over your neck and jaw line. “tell me what you want. or don’t want.” Sukuna bit out that last part, trying desperately to remember how much progress he’d made in his journey to becoming a better man.

but dammit was it hard to be better right now when all he wanted to do was shove your face in the mattress and make you take his cock deep.

you hummed out soft praises as he worked his way down to your top, helping you rise and pull it over your shoulders, and soon after your pants followed to be discarded somewhere on the floor.

“how come I’m the first one that had to strip, and you’re still fully dressed?” you teased as you nipped at his exposed neck, pressing your tongue flat to lick a small stripe up the tattoo lining his shoulder.

Sukuna wanted to fire back, argue and tease until your cheeks were heated, but not right now. no, he made quick work of his own clothing, until the both of you were down to only your underwear.

and my oh my was Sukuna in nothing but boxers a sight to behold. you couldn’t help but ogle the growing mass straining in his underwear, twitching already as if it was begging to be freed.

“I knew it.” you gave him a smug grin as you stared right at his covered cock. “I knew you were big.”

Sukuna laughed, your blunt honesty taking him off guard but finding it hilarious nonetheless. “so, you’ve been thinking ‘bout my dick, have you?” he quipped before quickly smashing his lips to yours to halt any further remarks from your mouth. “how’d you like to see the real thing, princess?”

you nodded eagerly, hands already reaching for the waistband of his boxers and gulping as you felt him twitch at your touch. just by looking at it, even covered by fabric, you wondered if you’d be able to take it. would he even fucking fit?

your question was validated as soon as you slipped his boxers down past his knees and his cock was released.

the tip was already glistening with leaking pre-cum, his veins so prominent that your mouth went dry, and the thickness… god you really would be struggling to take him all in.

“your turn.” Sukuna grinned wickedly as he watched you stare at his cock. he could see the way you gulped at the sight, no doubt wracking your brain for an explanation of just how he could fit inside of you. “let me see you, pretty girl.”

his fingers danced along your panty line, feather-light touches sending chills up your spine as his knuckles brushed over your core.

“so wet already, hm?” he cooed as he let his middle knuckle press into your clit through the cloth. your back arched at the touch, and he sucked in a breath as he watched your mouth fall open from the littlest amount of pleasure.

without wasting any more time, he pulled your panties past you knees and off of your ankles - tossing them in his pile of clothes instead of yours. he’d be saving those for later, of course.

Sukuna had never felt himself go breathless at the sight of someone naked before. but now, every touch he gave and every noise from your lips had him shaking with anticipation.

you felt one of his fingers run through your wet folds, a groan escaping his lips at the feeling. “don’t be a tease.” you whined as you tried to scoot your hips into his touch. one of his hands firmly planted itself on your waist, pinning you in place to halt your desperate movements.

“just trying to get you ready, princess.” Sukuna explained before circling your clit, causing you to suck in a breath and grip the sheets a little tighter between your palms. “you said it yourself, it’s pretty big.

but you were impatient. you needed him right fucking now. “don’t care, I can take it.”

you can’t take it, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“don’t wanna hurt you.” Sukuna was trying so hard to be gentle, to fuck you the way you deserved but goddamn were you starting to make him crazy.

you looked him in the eye, pupils blown out with lust already, and smirked. “what are you, scared?” you teased, hoping that it would elicit the exact response you wanted.

and oh it did. he snapped, immediately pushing your legs up and back so that you knees met your chest to fold you up. Sukuna loved that you were smaller than him, pliable, easy to move around as he saw fit. if you were going to act like a brat then you could take it like a brat.

you moan at the first nudge of his tip in your entrance, his pre-cum mixing with your arousal as he teased so deliciously at your hole. he was baiting you to say something more. to talk back so that he could fuck the attitude out of you.

“you wanna rethink your cockiness now, sweet girl?” he bit out the words as he restrained himself from sheathing his cock to the hilt in one go. fuck he wanted to bury himself within you and watch as you fell apart. “I can feel your tight cunt already startin’ to stretch.”

it was a divine mixture of pain and pleasure to feel him slowly ease in, the tip of his dick now pushing past the first ring and sliding into your cunt. but it wasn’t enough for you.

“more, pl - please, give me more.” you groaned while reaching up to claw at his pecs. “just - ah - fuck me already dammit.”

“if you say so.” a grin spread across Sukuna’s face before he jolted his hips forward, bullying past your tight walls as fast as you could physically allow him until he was firmly planted deep inside of you.

you cried out, borderline screamed, at the stretch and burn of his huge dick molding you to his desire. oh it was so so good. you had never felt anything like it - you felt completely stuffed.

Sukuna but his lip so hard that he tasted copper as your walls clenched around him. “fuck you’re so - ngh - tight princess.” he pressed a hand across your abdomen, finding that sweet spot where he could feel his tip under your skin, almost buried within your cervix, or even past that. “takin’ me so well, feel s’ good.”

“holy shit, holy fucking shit.” a whine escaped you when you sucked in a breath. you dared to open your eyes from being clenched to see Sukuna hovering above you, completely still as if he couldn’t risk making another move.

and sure enough, his hand lifted to rest on your cheek, eyes boring into yours as he searched your expression. “you okay?” Sukuna bit out, resisting the urge to move his hips even the slightest.

“s’ good, Sukuna. ‘m okay.”

he watched as the tension left your body and your gaze softened as you looked at him. with your cheeks already flushed, Sukuna thought he was the luckiest guy in the world to see you like this. “Ryomen. if I’m inside you, start calling me Ryomen.” he blurted before he could stop himself. not that he regretted it.

the corners of your mouth turned up, and if your heart wasn’t already racing it sure was now. “now, can we continue, Ryo?”

he was so fucking screwed.

“anything for you, princess.”

and so were you.

literally.

one roll of Sukuna’s hips, even slight, had you clawing at his shoulders. you felt like you were floating and being suffocated all at once, and he fared no better. he didn’t know it could feel like this, like it was… well, he didn’t know what, but it was fucking better than anything else.

his head dipped into your shoulder, sinking his teeth into your skin and groaning into the bite. you swear you felt full body chills as his hands continued to roam your body as his cock destroyed your cunt.

with each gentle thrust, Sukuna became more and more confident with your responses, and started to pick up his pace with ferocity. honestly, if he didn’t, he was going cum sooner than you and he couldn’t have that. “god, you feel s’ fucking good. can’t believe we haven’t done this sooner.” he cursed under his breath at one particularly brutal thrust that had your walls clenching around him even more than they already were.

“well – shit – you had to earn it.” even in your messed up state you stilled toyed with him, watching as he smirked back at your attitude before reaching a hand down between the two of your bodies. his fingers brushed against your clit, feather light and teasing, but it still sent shockwaves through you. “ah don’t be a fucking tease, Ryo. I’m sure you know better – fuck!”

a harsh pinch to the clit had you shutting your mouth, or at least moaning so loud it interrupted your sarcasm, and Sukuna grinned devilishly. “what were y’ sayin’?” he chided as he pinched the sensitive nub again, delighted to watch as your body heaved in reaction.

“fuck, ‘m sorry, just don’t stop!” your nails dug into the muscle of his bicep, desperately trying to keep it pinned in place so that he would continue to work his magic with his hand. “please, please keep going!”

Sukuna obliged, now circling your clit as his cock shoved harder inside of you – in out in out – at an almost inhuman pace. his hand gripped your hip so tightly you were sure there would be bruises from where he tried to keep you still while he fucked you senseless. you were so beautiful to look at that Sukuna couldn’t look way, eyes screwed shut and mouth wide open to release your honeyed moans, cunt sucking him in with each thrust.

when he felt your walls pulse and tighten, he knew you were close. and he prided himself in the knowledge that it was him getting you there. “you gonna cum, princess? all over my dick?” as you nodded fervently, he swept in and crashed his lips to yours, slipping his tongue inside your mouth and swallowing your moans as your release came crashing over you.

your cunt became like a vice, squeezing him to death as your body spasmed beneath him. the tightly wound band inside Sukuna’s abdomen was holding on by a single string, but he pulled away to watch you come undone.

“Ryo, please, want y’ to fill me up.” and fuck if he was going to argue with you. Sukuna slid both arms behind your back, wrapping around you to hold you still while his hips thrusted even harsher and faster than before, chasing his own high.

“say my name, princess. I’m gonna – ah shit – gonna cum. wanna cum inside this perfect pussy.” Sukuna was babbling at this point, and if he had any sense he’d hate himself for it but with a cunt this warm and good he couldn’t stop.

“fuck, Ryo!” you scratched your nails down his back harshly, pushing him off the edge. he let out a low, guttural groan as you felt him twitch inside of you, before you felt the warmth of his cum coating your walls and spilling out of you with the force of it.

once his balls started to ache, Sukuna pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to you. “holy shit.” he panted, wiping the sweat from his forehead and pushing his hair back. “that was –”

“– fucking phenomenal.” you finished for him, a cheesy grin spreading across your face as you started to chuckle. “hell, I think you enjoyed yourself more than me.”

“did not.” Sukuna growled lightly but you didn’t miss the corner of his mouth twitch upwards.

“did too. gonna have you pussy whipped now, right?”

you were only teasing, but when he glanced your way, his pupils were so dilated that his eyes looked nearly black. he gave your shoulder a playful shove, a loud laugh spilling from his lips. “maybe,” he said with a grin, “just maybe.”

you’d count that as a win.

before you could fire back another quip, Sukuna slid an arm around your waist, tugging you closer in one smooth motion.

“c’mere,” he murmured, the warmth in his voice betraying how much he enjoyed seeing you flustered.

his free hand guided you until you were nestled comfortably against him, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a sense of calm. it felt surprisingly natural—his larger frame, the solid press of his body, and the low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through you when he realized you weren’t resisting.

“just maybe, huh?” you teased again, your cheek pressed to his shoulder.

he let out a soft snort, tightening his hold as if you might slip away. “shut up,” he grumbled good-naturedly, but the way his hand splayed against your back was anything but irritated.

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[mohntilyet]

I want you to know you’ve indoctrinated both my friend and I into your path of thinking when it comes to Illario and the Envy demon.

I raise you this, since Illario isn’t even a mage before the Ossuary, consider the fact that Zara convinces Illario into also harboring Envy (like Spite, since Lucanis says he just ate something and he was stuck with Spite after that. Like she tells Illario he needs that dawg in him to become first talon, a double edged knife there (you aren’t good enough on your own you need that dawg in you aahhhh)). That would add a level onto why he kills her, Lucanis taking a crack at Illario and asking if he’s is good enough (I would’ve crashed out too tbh), and the lines in at the party with a romanced Rook (since that man also doesn’t have a healthy love life)

Envy is also twisted form of admiration/generosity/contentment, like how Spite was a spirit of determination, and the freak out Lucanis would have over his little brother’s admiration for him (an admiration he would NEVER admit to his big brothers face) becoming so twisted (by the same person!) that it’s also destroying him from the inside out.

Also Spite and Envy shenanigans would’ve been so fucking funny

YEAH!!!!!! i have been rotating this around in my mind and had the idea of that admiration v. envy thing for illario, especially if we're thinking about wigmaker's job where they cover for each others weaknesses. like a week ago i googled what the corresponding virtue for envy was and it was kindness and i was like yeahhhhh illario does not have that. we're going to have to go with something else. and i was thinking of admiration so this ask kind of made me cheer <3 thank god i am making some sense and someone else agrees because at any point i'm checking myself going 'actually would he do that'

i think they both have some level of 'i wish i could do that like them' but illario's is negatively tinged because their fuck ass grandma is right there saying all that too . like regardless of how great i think my brother is, there is no fucking way his accomplishments don't start looking twisted and unfair if my only parental figure obviously likes him more than me

i also like the idea of in some world where illario is less of a traitor and didn't set lucanis up (i have a rewrite powerpoint going on for my friends. so this part makes perfect sense to me but maybe not as much to you. i'm so sorry), and they both get kidnapped and possessed, spite-envy are the ones with serious beef vs. their unwitting hosts, who would actually prefer not to kill each other.

this messy au i have assumes a very fraught house dellamorte, trying to defend treviso while the crows splinter and follow either son. caterina refuses to let lucanis give up power and names him first talon, while illario has consolidated power in the year lucanis was gone and has several other loyal houses pledging to him instead. spite and envy exacerbate this situation, spite refusing to give up power + envy coveting it. this hypothetical plotline ends with uniting the crows under a single first talon (welcome back bhelen v harrowmont), and reaching an agreement with the others to work together. crow-on-crow violence you cannot be solved but you CAN reach a momentary tense agreement to protect antiva and the world <3

[villain-crown]

needle | @jegulus-microfic | words: 786

critical care, part 2 | (part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9)

a Jegulus nurse!AU

“Prongs!”

Sirius strolled onto the medical-surgical intensive care unit with a coffee in one hand and an exasperated Remus Lupin in the other. James had to hand it to them—ever since his friends started sucking faces and Remus had flatly refused to let Sirius sabotage his 15 minutes early arrival policy, Sirius was never late to work anymore.

“Hey, mate,” James replied over his shoulder, examining the patient assignments that he’d just outlined.

“Are we in charge?” Sirius demanded into his Starbucks when he’d come close enough to read the board.

“Yeah, I'm charge nurse for the medical patients, you can have the surgical ones. Looks like your brother’s floating up here today.”

Sirius hurried to gulp down the sip he’d already taken. “Reggie? Yesss! Put him on my team! I want to boss him around.”

“How is that different from any other day of the week?” Remus asked.

It was on the tip of James’s tongue to ask—why would Marlene warn me not to stare at your brother?—when the two-toned wail of the code blue alarm blared through the hallway, automatically pulling their focus towards the far side of the ICU.

Sirius sucked up the last of his coffee, attempting to simultaneously shrug off his jacket and stagger towards the action. “Fucking hell, okay, OKAY!”

James was already taking long strides towards the other end of his unit, his eyes flicking to the blue light over room twelve’s door and the controlled chaos unfolding within it. Three people were already present: his two Gryffindor nurses, Lily and Mary, along with a very slender man in dark green Slytherin scrubs performing chest compressions.

“We started compressions about fifteen seconds ago,” Mary supplied from her position performing rescue breaths via bag mask at the head of the patient’s bed.

“Do you need a step stool?” James asked without thinking.

Stranger.

Slytherin scrubs.

This must be Regulus!

As the petite nurse looked up to spare him a glare while continuing to stand on his toes to maintain his rhythm, James realized exactly why he’d been warned not to stare.

He’d seen it all in the course of his career: severed fingers, gaping wounds, and infested flesh. When Marlene had warned him to keep his eyes to himself, he’d figured it was because there was something physically off about Sirius’s little brother; a scar or imperfection of some kind.

He was wrong.

Regulus Black wasn’t some deformed hobbit.

He was fucking gorgeous.

Truly, James couldn’t imagine anything he’d like to do more than stare into those stunning silver eyes set in that lovely face. His eyes had barely swept down to register the man’s slender body and neat little waist when fingers clicked sharply in his face.

“Watch your fucking eyes, Potter!” Sirius snapped, having finally caught up, pushing roughly past him to join his brother at the patient’s side. “Hold compressions, Reggie.”

Regulus paused his movements, backing off slightly to come down off his toes as everyone in the room observed the meaningless squiggles on the cardiac monitor fade from the reading. A wavy, trembling line replaced the previously jerky chaos.

“V. Fib,” Regulus concluded, correctly identifying the lethal heart rhythm.

He was much smaller than James, which was exactly what James liked. It would make pinning him up against a wall by the hips as they fucked a lot easier.

“Yeah. Take over compressions, Lily. Reggie, can you give a round of epinephrine? Where’s Dr. McGonagall?”

“In a budget meeting, according to the intern answering her phone,” Regulus answered, drawing up the medication with a needle.

Fuck, even his voice was just incredibly lovely. James imagined how it might sound in a much dirtier context than they were in now.

“Ah. Pour one out for McGonagall,” Sirius instructed Remus, who obediently emptied a syringe of sterile saline into the garbage.

Regulus paused his own movements, watched this action incredulously. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“It’s good luck. What, you guys don’t do that in Slytherin?”

“We don’t need luck in Slytherin.”

James rolled his eyes. “See, this is why people hate you guys. Okay, one milligram of epi is in.”

“Hello, everyone!”

James looked up and scowled upon seeing Barty Crouch Jr., one of the resident physicians on loan to them from Slytherin, swanning into the room like it was a lovely day. He seemed distinctly unconcerned by his late arrival and more interested in sidling over to Regulus and throwing an arm around his shoulder, making James frown.

“Hey Reg! Wow, they’ve really got you slumming it with these surgical idiots, huh?”

“Are you here to help or hit on my baby brother?” Sirius snapped over his shoulder from where he was recording the code events with a dry erase marker on one of the windows.

Crouch frowned. “Where’s McGonagall?”

“Budget meeting,” came from three different directions.

“Oh. Hey, Lupin, pour one out for—“

“We already did that! Now fucking give us orders, you cretin!”

“Oh. Alright, pause compressions, let’s check a pulse…”

[manicpixiefelix]

Me projecting but neurodivergent!L/N Siblings who need to decompress after every party or dinner their parents host at the family home. Retreating to the refuge of their bedrooms where they shrug off the uncomfortable clothes, scrub at their faces and hair, flop down on the bed or floor. Listen to music while gazing up at the ceiling, tapped out after forced smiles and pleasantries.

oh my GOD this ended up being 1.8k of pure oliver/felix/reader fluff ft. oliver & reader knowing each other so well they can communicate silently, reader becoming nonverbal after events, and the l/n siblings inviting felix to chill and relax with them in these moments after events because they know he understands and feels a similar kind of pressure to what they go through. also yeah big same on the projecting neurodivergent!L/N Siblings, esp. the reader, because Me Too. this got out of hand lol maybe i should have just published it as a full fic, but i love this au v much. i know including Fi probably wasn't what you expected but........ i had to sorry lol.

but also since this is technically an ask im gonna include a song for the vibe, which is Talk Me Down by Troye Sivan because Blue Neighbourhood will always make me emotional.

The first time Felix ever sees the two of you truly unmask is after one of the smaller gatherings his parents held early that first Summer. He's not quite sure when the shift occurred, but he very quickly became aware of it. Oliver by your side, and usually at least comfortable offering quiet additions to conversations for himself, started to simply murmur his thoughts to you, before finally becoming nonverbal. Somehow you were still able to interpret from the things he didn't say, but you were clearly growing weary too. Oliver gives thin lipped smiles, but at least he's given the grace to appear haughty by your shoulder; your smile never drops, but it doesn't reach your eyes.

For a brief moment that the pair of you have to yourselves, Felix watches a whole conversation pass between you and Oliver from merely a look that you share. You link your pinky with Oliver's, and he perches his chin on your shoulder; a brief moment of relaxation and serenity as you both let your eyes close, tension relaxing for a beat at you press your forehead to his. Felix has the strangest sensation, like he can hear the way you two share an I love you without either saying a single word.

You say good night to all the gathered guests, and Felix family, on behalf of yourself and your brother not too long after Felix witnesses the exchange. You get handshakes and kisses on the cheek, and Oliver makes sure, even if he remains quiet, to give winning smiles and kiss the older, sophisticated ladies on the hand like a true gentleman. Felix tries to ask if you're both alright when you get to him, last of all, and though you both smile, it's not quite believable. At least to him. But he lets you leave.

He makes his own exit soon after. Oliver's room is the closest to his, so it makes the most sense to go there first. At least he'd have some sort of excuse. He goes through his own room first, suit jacket haphazardly tossed on the bed and tie along with it, already unbuttoning several of his buttons to make himself more comfortable. Crossing the bathroom he strides confidently to Oliver's door and knocks.

No answer.

"Ollie, it's me," he says gently, "are you okay, you just seemed a bit -" the door opens very slightly and it's you peering back at him. You're not smiling. You're not... anything. You blink at him. Felix takes a moment to reassess the situation, then you open the door wider and you step back into the room, no longer watching him. Felix feels like he's intruding the minute he realises both you and Oliver have stripped down to your underwear; he's stumbling through apologies, suddenly bashful under Oliver's watchful gaze where he's splayed out on the bed, a tired kind of curiosity in his eyes. But neither of you seem particularly bashful yourselves, nor are you running to cover yourselves.

Felix watches you stretch yourself out on the bed beside your brother, looking up at the ceiling as you blindly reach for a single earphone you know will be waiting where you'd obviously left it on the pillow. He settles himself, tries to remind himself that you'd both let him in on this moment. You close your eyes.

"Is everything okay?" This time the concern is genuine. In this moment, Felix is surprised when Oliver appears to take the lead for you both. For just a moment, he reaches across himself to gently pet your hair.

"What is to give light must endure burning," he says faintly, before turning to Felix with that same, faint but tired smile, "thought you'd know what it's like to be the sun, Felix." And, yes, of course Felix knows what he means... except in situations where comparisons are drawn with the two of you.

Before he can ponder too much, however, you shift on the bed, almost imperceptibly, but Oliver purses his lips.

"I'm not pretentious," he says out loud, and Felix realises it's more for his benefit than yours; he often marvels at the strange, silent way the two of you can so clearly communicate. It happens again; you barely crack your eye open, levelling an indecipherable look at your brother as your lips quirk into the faintest smile. In response, Oliver rolls his eyes and tells you to shut up, though his tone is fond.

Then, after another moment, your gaze lands on Felix. Suddenly he feels it all, the exhaustion, the ache of keeping up appearances, the restrictiveness of the formalwear he's been coaxed into. Everything's too much, and the two of you, window open with a faint breeze, wearing next to nothing and allowing yourselves to just be after the pressure of performing, it sounds fucking heavenly.

"How are you going, Felix?" Oliver asks, following your gaze, almost like he can read Felix's mind. Maybe he can. Maybe that's how the two of you can operate so seamlessly, so unspokenly between each other. Both of you are looking at him now. He feels incredibly overdressed. He laughs awkwardly, but suddenly can't seem to look at either of you. The words get stuck in throat for a moment.

'Thought you'd know what it's like to be the sun, Felix' is what Oliver had said; not feel like the sun. To be the sun. Because you both know how the rest of Felix's life orbits around him, except for the two of you. You've so warped his reality, his own orbit, he's had no choice; Oliver is the moon to your sun, but what does that make him?

Binary stars; Felix is still the sun in his own life, but he could never match your gravity once he's come across you, nor could he escape it.

"Kind of like I'm burning, I guess."

As soon as he says it, he knows it was the right answer. Both you and Oliver shuffle away from each other, making distinct room between you on the bed, an unspoken invitation.

This is one of the big turning points in the relationship, Felix realises as he's undressing, trying to keep his heartbeat under control. He can't believe he's here, that this is really happening; this is nowhere near what he'd expected when he went knocking on Ollie's door.

"What are you listening to?" He asks awkwardly as he makes his way onto the bed from over the foot of it. You, eyes once more closed, pulled the earphones from the iPod by your side. Once you pressed play once more, Felix hears Amy Winehouse croon from the little speakers. He flops on his back between you both and stares up at the ceiling. It's strange, he almost feels like he's waiting for something to happen, though it does feel much freer with the breeze and only in his boxers.

After a beat, you let out a low, contented hum, shuffling closer to Felix, enough that you were able to press your cheek to his shoulder.

"Yeah," Oliver agrees quietly to whatever he'd gleaned from your movement and noises, "'s a lot to be out there in the world sometimes," to which Felix makes a faint noise of agreement. He feels your fingers wrap carefully around his arm, and your face turns to press firmer against his shoulder. Your lips are against his skin when you hum again, and he feels like his whole body lights up with the contact. Oliver, who's head is on the pillow beside Felix, turns to look at him; he's not smiling, but there's fondness in his gaze, unfiltered, so unused to how he usually looks at Felix, "you're always welcome here if you need time like this. We won't tell if you won't."

You nod against Felix's shoulder, Felix feels like he's about to pass out with how hard his heart is beating.

Because he knows you both, has seen you operate together in the world for the better part of a year in person, and years before in the tabloids before that. This exhaustion, this clear detox from an uncomfortable foray into society, is not something the rest of the world is ever allowed to see.

And you're inviting him into it.

Felix falls asleep there, between the two of you, on top of the duvet. It's the best sleep he's had in a very long time.

The next time it happens, he's surprised that you're both already so willing to include him in the routine. Saying goodbye to everyone else at the event, you simply give him a tired smile, and Oliver actually speaks to him directly, rather than through you the way he had been for the past hour, to pointedly wish him good night.

Five minutes later, Felix lets himself into Oliver's room, and finds the two of you, already down to your underwear, sitting cross-legged on the bed as you are gently removing Oliver's concealer and eyeliner with a makeup wipe. You've forgone earphones entirely and there's the tinny sound of some pop-punk band this time. You smile at Felix broadly, giving a little wave.

"I quite like this," Oliver says to you, though loud enough for Felix to hear. You nod in agreement. He has the distinct impression that you're both talking about him joining these moments of yours.

Sometimes things change, like your or Oliver will be sitting up with a cigarette or a book, and have the other's head in your lap, or one of you will be on the floor by the bed, and Felix learns not to worry, that you needed to simply not be touched in that moment. Sometimes that lasts all night, and Felix worries about either of you sleeping on the floor, but you both assure him it's normal.

Felix learns that Oliver likes playing with Felix's hair just as much as he liked getting his hair played with. He learns to identify whose taste in music is whose each time judging by the album chosen. He also learns how clingy you get, and how responsive you are to soothing touches; those are his favourite nights, with Oliver comfortable and content by his side, looking up at the ceiling and enjoying the music, while you're pressed up against Felix's side, head on his chest to listen to the heartbeat he keeps much steadier than he'd been able to that first night. His arm is around you and you have your own slung over him, legs tangled up with his, all but melting into him as he runs his fingers up and down your spine in a soothing, repetitive rhythm. You're practically purring.

These nights are quiet, he doesn't remember the last time any of the three of you spoke after Oliver's quiet aside on that second night. He gets used to the serenity, the lack of expectations, and comes to understand and appreciate just how badly you both need these moments. He doesn't think he needs them in quite the same way, but his head starts to spin when he realises that you both have started needing him there in these moments.

[sonic-4-episode-ii]

uh heres the plot of a sort of. I dont know what term to call this that isnt completely Loaded with Bullshit. but its not........ Nice. Sonic Suffers Saga.

this is part of my cherrypickers au stuf but idk if its canon yet. sonic would be 24 or 25 ish here so its a bit in the future anyway.

talks abt addiction & medical abuse but in a more sci fi setting for the most part yannow. b careful :v:

essentially in this AU sonic figures out how to sort of. well we haven't figured out HOW yet but he sort of reverse darks the emeralds? so he can turn into werehog form at will

having fully accepted and grown into his new form, being able to change at will and painlessly (unless rlly stressed out), hes doing better than ever! feeling awesome, doing great in battles, generally just on top of the world

then he gets accused of a petty crime he didnt commit

none of his friends are the richest of people, and his government connections have either burnt bridges or arent available, so he just has to sit in jail for a bit while things are sorted out.

but, after a few days of nothing, something weird happens.

hes moved from jail over to a more secure holding facility, and his friends lose track of him.

turns out some secret government org - they have too many kf those, if you ask him - got ahold of the fact he was turning into the werehog again. presented with a new power of his, and absolutely sure it wont up and disappear again, they experiment on him.

and he is NOT happy about it

every time they try to drag him off after the first time they force him into some creepy lab, he goes werehog and freaks, refusing to let anyone get close enough to him to drag him away -

so, they sedate him.

it works well the first time - he stays in werehog form, they do what they needed, and when he starts waking up hes too confused and disorientated to do anything to them

the second, third and fourth times are relatively the same.

but during the fifth, something happens

he regains consciousness a little early

building his tolerance.

every time they sedate him again, they give him a little more, but that stops working pretty quickly. eventually, when they start giving him only a bit below the danger zone, hes up during the whole thing, though too sluggish - too euphoric - to do much of anything.

he becomes completely unresponsive, or incredibly violent, when not sedated - when he ks sedated, he talks a lot, but acts like he has no idea whats going on, the only clue that hes aware being the occassional extremely dark jokes he makes about what theyre doing to him.

one day they end up opening him up to see what's in there, how it's different, and he asks - "so, is this a disection, a vivisection, or a surgery?"

eventually, after almost months of looking for him, his friends find him - amy, tails and knux insist on going alone, not wanting to get anyone else potentially involved with the government.

tails runs ahead to grab sonic, while knuz and amy hold back all the security drones being deployed to stop them

they find sonic unresponsive, almost catatonic, in his cell. they let him out, gently asking if hes okay, trying to get any sort of response, but he doesnt even grunt. doesnt blink. doesnt seem to recognize his brother in the slightest

before they can escape, sonic starts panicking, tearing himself away from tails and running - stumbling - through the halls, trying to find the sedatives. his meds.

he nearly tries to OD by trying to shove himself with several needles but tails stops him before he can do anything, realizing exactly what happened to his big brother

needless to say if it werent for the fact that sonic NEEDED them theyd go fuckin berserk

they grab as much of the "meds" as they can, promising sonic he'll have a dose soon ehich, thankfully, calms him down. they fly him and the meds over to the tornado, send knux and amy a very simple message asking them to come back, and the four fly off, leavin gthat garbage behind

afterward, amy immediatley gets on exposing all that shit and taking the information from th government servers. she can sorta hack. i think. as a treat

i think all three of em would quickly realize sonic can't just go into rehab. not all rehab places are bad but. hes sonic t hedgehog lmao. and after hes brought home (recognizes tails) i think hed just refuse to leave.

so tails is given the exhausting, terrifying task of taking care of their brother as he recovers. theyre not left alone, not by a longshot, but honestly wven if the entire world helped them jt wouldnt stop how awful every step of recovering is

and how disgusted they feel as they have to continue synthesizing the sedative

sonic can't just quit cold turkey, he needs to stop taking it slowly, or the withdrawl could kill him.

not to mention the symptoms are pretty dangerous even without the deadliness.

so tails helps dose him properly, slowly giving him less and less but still feeling sick about having to do it at all.

monitoring sonic's vitals constantly. sitting with it as it stares blankly at the ceiling, seeing nothing at all. noticing that it only seems happy when theyre around - or when they give him the "meds".

itd take a long time for eitber of them to recover, and i think sonic would feel AWFUL to put it VERY mildly

he'd be more careful abt not getting caught. mostly so that he'd never jave to put tails through that again but also because all of that shit was so intensely traumatizing he knows if he went through it again he'd never recover

especially considering the fact that he never recovered fully in the first place

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Star-Crossed ||

Pairing: Frank Castle x Female reader

W/c 13.3k

Tags/warnings: Romeo & Juliet style gangster forbidden love Punisher/Daredevil AU, super-protective Matt, Jack Murdock is alive and well, some pretty old fashioned chauvinistic values, violence and injury, (protected and unprotected) p in v sex, oral (f rec), *spoiler* (kids in the future).

Author's note: Aaaaah it's finally done! I started this in December 2022 and I've had to leave and come back to it several times trying to work out how I wanted it to go. Huge big massive thanks to @mindidjarin , @the-fox-den and @theradioactivespidergwen for all the beta help! 

If you enjoyed it, let me know!

Epilogue

The Italians and the Irish. The Castigliones and the Murdocks. Two mob families that have been feuding for generations. One mired in dealing arms and the other in throwing deadly punches with them - running illicit underground fight clubs and loan sharking. 

Matthew Murdock was one of the best fighters in the entire city; after all he was the boxer Battlin' Jack Murdock's son. 'The Devil O' Hell's Kitchen' they called him. 

And he was your big brother.

He would certainly have some choice words for you if he knew where and who you were with right now.

"Princess, fuck, you're somethin' else y'know that?" 

Your body felt flushed with heat and bliss as you collapsed in Frank Castiglione's lap in the back seat of his car, laughing as his stubbled jaw tickles you when he kisses up and down your neck, like he's still hungry for you. 

"You say that every time Frank," you smile as you push yourself up off him, tutting as he ties up the condom and throws it out the fogged window before cleaning himself up.

Sometimes you have to pinch yourself to remind yourself that you aren’t dreaming. When the man that was so terrifying they gave him the nickname of 'The Punisher' was between your thighs, or you were between his, life felt like a fever dream. 

"I'll buy us a villa in the Lakes. You'd fuckin' love it there sweetheart, I just know it. You'll wake up and enjoy your morning coffee on the bedroom balcony overlooking the water. I'll treat you so goddamn right…"

The scene he painted with his words was so clear in your mind and yet- "Frank we can't -"

"Baby, you deserve more than what I can give you in a half hour in the back of my car."

You pretend not to hear, adjusting your dress to look a little more decent.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me this is enough for you.”

You sigh softly. You didn't need to see that puppy dog look of his to know life wasn’t fair.

"No Frankie, you know it's not, but I can't be with you like that… my father and Matty would kill you if I ran away to Italy with you!"

He tucks some of your disheveled hair behind your ear. "So you're just gonna keep leading me along like this, huh? I wanna be with you baby. I want you."

"Frankie I want you too, but they'll get suspicious if I spend any more time out and about. My da and brother think I'm taking a dance class right now."

He half snorts with laughter. "Yeah well when we 'dance' you do got some smokin' hot moves sweetheart; but I don't want you showin' them ones to anyone else."

"As if I would." You say with mock indignation. "Anyway, it's a good enough cover for why I'm always so worn out when I get home!"

Frank just smirks. "Let me at least take you dancing for real. Tell the old man you're going out with your girlfriends one night."

You roll your eyes. "Aye and if one of my da's men sees me out with you? You’ll be dead and I'll at least be locked up with a flippin' chastity belt forevermore after that!"

"Baby," He pleads and his words hit you in the heart and gut, "I've gotta be with you. We gotta find a way to make this work."

You push up off of him, frowning slightly. "The only way it could work is if you go straight. Get out of the family business and be respectable. Then maybe my da would at least listen to us instead of reaching for his gun."

He just laughs. "Me? Respectable? Well I wouldn't be able to give you trinkets like this if I was makin' a 'respectable' living now, could I?"

He produces a gold necklace from his waistcoat pocket and places it in your open palm, smiling at your surprise. It's a fine dainty sparkling chain with a little heart hanging from it. You turn the heart over and your breath catches in your throat as you read the small engraved letters 'FC' in flowing script.

You feel giddy. "Oh Frankie…" 

"Now you have my heart, sugar."

You want to scream out. Why did you have to go and fall in love with a boy from a crime family? Why did it have to be a Castiglione? It went against everything your two families stood for. Why did everything have to be so damn complicated?!

You lean forward to kiss him, fingers smoothing down his lapels. "Frank, I… I love it, but you know I can't wear it…" 

He nods, resigned. "Yeah, sure." It feels like you've just kicked a puppy. You lift up your heel and slip it into your shoe for safekeeping.

"But I'll keep it with me, always."

He at least manages a smile and you kiss him again, chiding him as he sneaks his hands in places that'd make a priest blush.

"I've gotta go…"

"Ten more minutes, five even! Please babygirl, I'll make it worth your while." He pleads so prettily for the son of one of the cities' biggest mobsters and you very nearly crumble.

You extricate yourself from his grasp, trying to stay focused. If you got home late there would be questions. Your family was very protective of you. "You always make it worth my while Frankie."

"Dancing. This Friday. Wear one of your pretty dresses… mm, and don't bother with the panties."

"Frank!" 

He hands you your coat, his lips pressed into a smile that you want to kiss off his face. "Can't blame me for tryin'. Fuck, I'm missin' you already." 

"I'll seeya. Be careful." You say opening the car door and looking around to check the coast is clear before scooching out. 

"Friday, yeah?" He calls after you hopefully.

You turn and flash him a grin as your heels clack away down the alleyway. "Friday."

~

"How was yer dancin'?"

You just about manage to stop yourself from jumping six feet up in the air as Matthew appeared seemingly out of nowhere as you closed the front door behind you.

"Oh excitin' and tirin', as usual." You reply, hanging up your coat and placing your keys on the sideboard.

"Where's da?" You ask, noting that his coat was missing from its usual place.

"Out. He's meetin' some new guy. One of' the big fight brokers from the other side o' town. He can fix us up with some top names, reckons we can make some real good money."

"Why aren't you with him, Matty? You bein' the best one an all…"

"Yeah I'm goin'. Wanted to make sure you got home okay first. You've been getting back later 'n later each time yer out. Da was worried. An I was too."

You laugh. "Oh Matty, you're so damn sweet,  but I'm fine as you can well see. Us girls just love to gab on after, you know that."

He didn't look convinced but he nods all the same and that's when you see the blood drip down from behind his ear.

"Matthew yer bleedin'! I didn't know you had a fight tonight?" Your hands reach for his shoulders to keep him still as you have a closer look and then guide him towards the bathroom.

He shrugs. "Wasn't somethin' I planned exactly, one of the fuckin' Castiglione lads showed up at the gym. 

"What? Who was it?" 

It couldn't have been Frank, there was no way, but that didn't stop your heart creeping up your throat.

"One o' the younguns, just shit talkin' and tryin' to stir up trouble. Managed to clip me before I booted his arse down the street. Christ, I'd love a real excuse to fuckin' kill the lot of em…"

You stay silent, focusing your attention on gently cleaning the small cut and sticking a plaster over it.

"There. It's only a wee one, thankfully."

"Sis, yer a doll. Always lookin' out fer me." He pecks you on the cheek before grabbing his own coat and heading out. "We'll be back afore eleven. Stay inside okay?"

"Alright Matty, see you later."

~

It felt like you had been waiting months by the time Friday finally rolled around. You met the girls, Karen, Marci and Dinah at the dancehall, trying your best to pay attention and stay engaged in conversation but you found yourself constantly scanning the bar for him.

You freeze as you feel a hand on your waist and you whip around with your fist raised, ready to clock the slimeball who had dared to touch you. 

"Woah, sweetheart!" Frank raises his hands in submission and chuckles as your expression changes from pissed to adoring in a fraction of a second.

"Frankie." You purr as he slides his arm further around your waist and takes your softening fist in his hand.

"If you're done with the fightin', may I have this dance?" He asks, leading you onto the crowded dance floor. 

You nod and flash him a smile, trying to calm your excitement and allow yourself to melt into the solid mass of him, as you drift further away from your group of friends. "Missed you Frankie…" 

He pulls you even closer and you can feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of your dress.

"Missed you more. You look so gorgeous darlin'," he says. He dances with you for a while, and oh, he's got all the moves - spinning you around and dipping you for several songs before he's guiding you towards a quiet corner away from prying eyes. You giggle as he noses your ear and kisses your neck, and when you meet his hungry mouth his fingertips dance up the outside of your bare thigh making you shiver.

"Someone might see!" You warn. You should break away, but you're eager for his touch and he knows it.

"Don't care. I need a taste baby. Been thinkin' bout you all week. Can you feel that?" He asks, and it's a dumb question because he's rock hard against you and it's driving you insane. Your mouth goes dry as he takes your hand and holds it over the front of his pants. "That's what you do to me princess, fuck… that's what you do."

You glance around, your nerves on fire with the excitement of getting caught but no-one is paying the two of you any mind. 

"What about the bathrooms?" you pant into his mouth as he kisses you breathless again.

He grins, trying to hold in his groan as you squeeze his clothed cock in your hand. "What about 'em sweet girl?" He teases, knowing full well what you're implying.

As soon as the stall door's locked you pounce and it throws him for a loop. He's usually the one to take control but he'll be damned if he won't let you get what you want. You place both of his hands underneath your skirt right on your bare ass and you swear you could get addicted to seeing the expression that appears on his face as he realises you've honoured his request and you're not wearing a shred of underwear. 

He squeezes your warm flesh as you unbuckle his belt and open his pants, taking his thick cock in your hand and giving him a few firm strokes. You slip your hand into his pocket and find what you're looking for, tearing open the packet hurriedly and rolling the condom onto him before you hike up your leg and urge him to pull you up. 

It's a struggle for you both not to moan at the sensation as he sinks inside you. He turns you both so your back's against the stall, wrapping your legs around him and bracing his own legs wider so he can fuck you the way you crave. 

You hear people coming into the toilets, laughing and chatting but it's no big deal, it's the kind of place that young lovers meet to spend some 'quality time' together, and you two were no different. You'd asked your friends to let you know, unlikely as it was, if any of your family appeared, so you felt as if this was the closest to having a relaxed intimate time with Frank as you could get.

You're at eye level with him as he thrusts into you against the stall, you love being able to see his face when he's inside you and watch him try to hold it together when he comes apart. 

"Frankie," you moan, "oh fuck… feels so good!" 

He kisses you again and it's so possessive you almost lose it, his hand reaches up to grip the top of the stall to give him more leverage to drive into you deeper and harder. 

"Princess, you're a fuckin' dream. Touch yourself baby, make it feel good, that's right baby, let me feel it too."

You do as he says, unable to curb your impassioned cries as it takes almost no time at all to near the peak of your pleasure. 

"F-fuck Frank- ohh god-!"

He curls in against you, his breath hot and heavy, letting go as he feels you spasm around him with the last few desperate thrusts. 

"Marry me." He pants, still holding you tightly up against the stall door.

It takes a few seconds for the post orgasmic fog to clear from your brain so that you can process the words you think you just heard coming out of Frank's mouth.

"W-what?"

"Marry me darlin'.  I'm askin' you to make me an honest man. Will you?" 

"In the toilets? While you're still inside me?!" 

He chuckles. "Hell, I know it ain't Paris, I just… I love you."

You beam from ear to ear, laughing too. Suddenly it doesn't matter where you are, you're just overflowing with unfiltered glee at his words.

"Oh Frank, I love you too!" his lips meet yours over and over, raining kisses all over your face until you're both laughing so hard you have to slip out of his embrace.

"You uh, haven't given me an answer, sweetheart..."

You can't help your sigh as you press your palm to the side of his face. "I told you before baby, a miracle would have to happen for us to be married. I want to, Frankie, I really do more than anything but I just don't see how." 

He kisses you on the forehead before he cleans up and helps you fix your hair and dress. "Yeah, I know." He sighs.

~

You practically hop, skip and jump up the stairs when you get home, so elated with Frank's admission of love for you that the prospect of never being able to actually marry him couldn't even drag your mood down. Matt comes around the bottom of the staircase to see what all the noise was about.

"A good night then, love?" 

"Oh Matty, it was just perfect!"

He smiles wide. "Glad to hear it pet, love seein' you so happy."

You were dancing around so much that you failed to notice the necklace Frank had given you fall out of your shoe and land on one of the stairs.

But Matt noticed it. You'd disappeared into your room by the time he'd picked it up intending to give it back to you. But then he ran his thumb over the charm again and again, gritting his teeth harder each time he read the engraving. He couldn't believe it. 

He tried to stop the rage he felt rising from his gut, but this wouldn't stand, that was for sure. His little sister would not and could not ever be associated with that Castiglione scum. Matt's hands instinctively curled into fists. He was going to hunt down that son of a bitch and after he was done with him he knew he would never be going near you again.

~

When you come out of the shower and dress, the house is deadly quiet. You knew your dad was likely down at the gym training with the boys, but you called out for Matt, eager to hear about his next fixture. You loved your brother like no one else. After your mum was gone you were brought even closer together, most days you were never apart and even when he started fighting he'd always have the time to teach you some technique and even let you cut loose on him at the gym after school. He was so very protective of you when you started seeing boys, none of them were ever good enough for you and if he had his way you'd probably die a spinster. 

"Matty?" His jacket was still on the peg. Then a glint on the sideboard caught your eye. The necklace.

Oh no. 

Fuck, it must have fallen out earlier and he'd found it. You picked it up, brushing your thumb over Frank's initials. Your heart dropped like a stone as you knew what Matt was likely to do.

When you reach the warehouses down at the waterfront, you could already hear the commotion. A large circle of people stood near one of the huge open loading doors, mostly Castiglione men and some women, shouting and gesturing towards the center. You run up, forcing your way through the crowd to find the cause. 

Your eyes find Frank first. He'd look so fine if this was any other situation. The muscles on his chest and arms rippled as he stripped down to his vest. He was wrapping his hands with cloth as a few of his clan around him amped him up with whoops and hollers.

Opposite him stood your brother, still in his regular clothes with his shirt sleeves rolled up.

Your stomach lurched with a rioting combination of butterflies and bile. 

They were going to fight.

"No!" You shout, pushing your way past the crowd and running between them. You're not sure which one of them you were yelling at, your heart tearing itself in two with the prospect of what was about to happen.

"Go home wee girl," Matt barks, and Frank catches your eye. 

"He's right for once baby, get out of here. You don't need to watch me beat his ass."

"Frankie, no! Just let me talk to him, you don't have to do this, you don't need to fight!" You wheel around to face your brother. Your blood. 

"Please Matty, you don't understand! Stop," your eyes burn with the tears that threaten to flow. "Please don't, you can't… I love him!" 

You try pushing him back but it has little effect. He keeps on staring past you in the direction of Frank, his head tilting minutely as he listens to him tie off the last of the wrap and clap his hands together, testing them.

"I think I understand enough. An' I'll be talkin' to ya later, that's for fuckin' sure, now get on home!" Matt growls.

You shiver, feeling sick with anger and the sheer frustration that the two men you love with all your heart were going to fight because of you. It wasn't heroic, it wasn't romantic, it was raw and ugly and you wished you could do something to stop them.

"You wanna set rules?" Frank asks.

Matt almost snorts with laughter. "Rules? Rules?! Don't think ya know the meanin' o' the word seein' as you've had yer greasy mitts on my fuckin' sister!"

Frank wasn't going to publicly shame you by telling him that it was you who had come to him. No, if there was ever a hope for the two of you he'd play this clean and right by your family like you wanted.

"Fine." He nods, smacking his fists together and starting to circle his opponent. "C'mon then Murdock, if you wanna do it this way, ding-ding. Let's go."

They drew up fast to each other and it was Frank who threw the first punch. Matt easily ducked it, dodging to the side and countering with his own punch that you couldn't see land through your tears; but it hit its mark as you hear that sick sound that you would usually relish when you watched the betting fights. But not today. 

You run back home in a daze, unable to think of anything other than what if Matt kills him, and what will your father do to the two of you if he doesn't? 

Tears continue to blind you and your heart is a dull, burning weight in your chest as you reach the front door. You can hear the TV on in the living room so you run upstairs avoiding the inevitable questions. You throw yourself on your bed and cry into your pillow until you finally hear the front door slam. 

The voices of your father and Matthew are muffled at first and then your da is shouting. You cower as you expect him to come crashing through your door but it doesn't happen. A little while later there's a soft knocking at your door and Matt's voice floats through. "Little dove…  c'mon lass, it's over."

You let out a loud sob, the horror of what he might have done washing over you, he'd never killed anyone before but… 

"I hate you!" You push yourself up for long enough to scream through the door before burying your face in your bed covers again; pained heaving breaths wracking through your body as you cry your heart out.

He comes in and sits down on the edge of your bed as you turn away towards the wall. "You'll love me again soon enough. I've saved you a life o' heartbreak angel. He knows he won't be comin' near you again."

He sounds stuffed up, like his nose might be broken. Good. The words do little to stem the flood of anger you feel but now you know Frank is alive at least. "You can't stop me from seeing him, and you sure as hell can't control who I love!" 

Matt smooths his hand over your arm but you jerk away from his touch.

"Here, shush now, you want Da rippin ya a new one? I've only just managed to calm 'im down cause he's none too happy about the situation. You're a smart girl, you know this can't be. A Murdock and a Castiglione?" Matt spat the name like the taste of it in his mouth disgusted him. "It's bloody ridiculous! There's never been a time we've not been dead set against each other. And ya better not have been tellin' him any of our business… Da will go properly spare then."

"I’ve never told him anything! I don’t care about the stupid business because I'm in love with him Matty! I love Frank and none of you can change that."

Matt sighs deeply, his voice hardens. "That's enough now! You'll get over him eventually. There are plenty of better men out there that deserve ya anyways. I won't hear any more about it, an neither will Da. It's finished."

He makes you feel like a child and you can't stop your tears. You cry softly, your blanket damp and crumpled from gripping it so hard. 

Matt gets up. "We'll see ya downstairs for tea."

The door closes, and you feel more alone than ever before.

When you finally drag yourself downstairs to eat something your mouth drops open as you see Matt's face. Your earlier suspicions were correct, Frank had managed to break his nose, he had more than a couple of cuts on his brows too that Da had stitched for him, and from the way he moved around the table you could tell he was decently bruised. The fact that Frankie had gone down swinging was little comfort when it was your own kin hurt.

You ate in silence. Neither you nor your father were ready to look each other in the eye, nevermind speak. On the way to your room you looked for the necklace but it was gone. 

You cried yourself to sleep.

~

You spent most of the day alone in your room. Your father came in to check on you, but as soon as you opened your mouth to talk about Frank, he shook his head, slammed the door and left you angry and resentful all over again.

At night you found your bedroom window locked but that wasn’t going to put a stop to your plans. Using a hair grip and a lot of determination, you jimmied it open and climbed out and down the fire escape. Nelson's was where you were headed, they owned almost the entire meatpacking district and their main shop wasn't far from the house. Everyone went there so you knew you might be able to find out about Frank. 

The bell tinkled as you entered and Foggy was just closing up. But as soon as he saw it was you, he pulled off his apron and leapt over the counter to wrap his arms around you.

"Oh honey!"

"You heard?"

"You're surprised?" He asks as he leads you to the back of the shop so you're not seen. "It's pretty much all anyone's talking about. Actually thought your old man would have you locked in."

"Yeah well, so did he…"

Foggy laughs at that. He's Matt's best friend and practically family to you, and out of all of them he's the one that doesn't treat you like you're still a kid. You could trust him not to grass you up for sneaking out.

"Foggy, please tell me, have you heard anything about Frank, is he okay?"

"Well your bro didn't pull his punches…  He's pretty banged up from what I've heard, and uh, he’s in the infirmary. That much I do know."

Your heart feels like it's banging against your ribs and your stomach twists into a tight knot. "Oh my god, Foggy it's that bad? Wh- I need to- I need to see him!"

Foggy places his hands gently on your shoulders trying his best to calm you down. "Hey, it's okay. As far as I know it was just a precaution for concussion. Um, and for stitches, cracked ribs, and stuff. I know it's not what you wanna hear, but it coulda been a hell of a lot worse."

You swallow past the huge lump that's formed in your throat thinking about some of your brother's unluckier past opponents. "Yeah…"

He sits you down, gesturing at the makeshift bar beside him. "Tea, or…?"

"Something stronger, Fog." 

Foggy sighs and uncaps a half full bottle of scotch. He pours two glasses, and you quickly down the scotch, not caring about how rough it is or how much it burns. 

"You know I don't judge but geez, what have you gotten yourself into?"

You grip the glass tightly and wait for Foggy to give you another finger of scotch before answering. "He's so good to me, Foggy.. Nobody sees it and no one understands. They're just blinded by this fucking age old rivalry between our families. it's insane! I love him, he loves me and I don’t know why everyone can't just mind their goddamn business? Why can't we just be together?!"

He sighs again, deeper and more fraught this time. "The thing is, this is much bigger than love hon. This… it could trigger another war. You think your pop is pissed at you? I don't even wanna imagine what Don Castiglione is gonna do to his son even after what Matt's done to him over this. Your families don't cross, and when they do blood is always spilled!" 

Your brows knit together, face falling at the thought of how Frank might be punished, how he'd be kept from seeing you too. "Foggy, I need to see him. I know you must have contacts, you can help us meet without anyone knowing… please? Please can you do this for me?"

Foggy paces nervously. He loves you so much, would do near anything for you but…

He runs his hand slowly down his face. "Look, you just can't be seen near Frank at all, okay? You can't risk that and neither can I. But I do know someone; a nurse actually. She's a good friend and I might be able to get a note to him for you through her. But that's it, okay?" 

He wheezes at the surprising force as you fling your arms around him and he gives you a small smile as you hug him tightly in gratitude. 

"Thank you, Foggy!"

~

"There's our big cock-for-brains! How're the ribs, Francesco?"

Frank winces as he shifts on the couch to sit up as Billy swaggers in and throws himself down beside him.

"Better, asshole." he grumbles back.

Billy smirks. "Oh! Last time I checked I wasn't secretly fucking a Murdock but I'm the asshole? Heh, yeah that's a good one."

Frank doesn't even dignify his comment with a response but Billy keeps going.

"So, is she nasty? I'll bet she is. Does she fuck as well as that brother of hers fights? Actually, thinkin' about it she does seem to spend a lot of time with him-".

Billy gags as Frank suddenly grabs him around the throat, ignoring the dull pain in his body as he pushes him hard into the seat, choking.

"C-christ Frankie relax, I take it back! Fuck, I don't mean it, I just needed to know how serious you are about this girl!"

Frank lets him go with a growl. "You're fuckin' lucky you got such a pretty face Bill. If you were anyone else I woulda messed it up. 'Course I'm serious."

"Yeah, yeah I can see that," he half laughs, coughing and rubbing at his throat. "Well, you better have this then." He hands Frank a folded up piece of paper.

Frank's eyes light up as they flit over your words, but then he scrubs his hand over his face shaking his head, his worries sinking in.

"What is it?"

"Shit, she thinks it's her fault that we were found out. Shouldn't have given her that damn necklace… should have been more careful… fuck!" He pushes himself up with a groan and starts pacing the room, the muscle in his jaw twitching and ticking as he thinks.

"I've fucked this up. I need to see her."

Billy's expression turns to concern. "Frankie, you love this girl, right?"

The intensity of Frank's look gives him the only answer he needs.

"Maybe you should just lay low for a while. The last thing you wanna do is potentially stir more shit up and get both of you in an even worse way. Just keep your head down, focus on the work, and then… who knows? Hell might freeze over."

Frank hates the idea of you thinking he's abandoned you, it guts him, but he knows Billy's right. He has to keep his distance for now. 

Fuck, he misses you.

~

A week goes by after you gave Foggy the note. And then another… and another. He can't possibly have given up on you, surely? But hope of ever seeing him again in the way that you did before starts fading quickly along with your anger at your brother. You had blamed him for everything, for perpetuating the rivalry, for telling your father, for putting Frank off you. You cried until you felt as though you had no tears left to cry.  

Matt tries his utmost to distract you from your moroseness, dragging you along to his fight fixtures that you used to love watching. But every one of his opponents that he beats just makes you think of Frank. 

There had been word of a huge arms shipment arriving at the docks later that week. Your father, uncles, and cousins spent most of their time planning on how they would get their hands on it before the Castiglione's could. It was a major job and a big risk, but if they could pull it off, it'd mean they could start selling weapons on the side and make even more money. You tried to talk your da out of it, piling up all the reasons he shouldn't get involved. But if there was anyone he was gonna take family business advice from, it was not going to be you.

"Matty I don't like this. We’ve got enough fingers in pies surely? We're doing alright, why is he so keen on going ahead with this job?"

Matt bounced gently against the ropes of the ring. "He wants to get one up on the Castiglione's, angel.  He won' let your little dalliance hold shame over us, he wants everyone to know who's boss."

Shame. The word made you grit your teeth till your jaw hurt, you were sick of this. Your father was a proud man, too proud sometimes. Nothing about it felt right but neither Matt nor your da would give your concerns the time of day. 

When the big night arrived you were ordered to stay behind, meet up with your girlfriends and go dancing or see a movie or something. Stay out of trouble.

Like hell. 

You carried on as if you were happy to stay home, but as soon as Matt and your da left to meet the others at the warehouse you followed a little way behind. You couldn't shake off the bad feeling that was slithering up your spine.

~

Frank smacked the cartridge back into the handgun he had just finished cleaning and laid it down on the massive table along with a gleaming array of other weapons. 

"Ragazzo, you ready?" Billy's voice drew him out of his silent brooding.

"Yeah, yeah. Gear up and we'll head to the docks. M'just itchin' for somebody to step out of line." Frank growls, slipping his gun in the back of his pants.

Billy throws him a grin and secretes his own arsenal of firearms and knives about his body. "Y'know, I kinda hope they do, I just love to watch you work, Frankie."

~

It was late when the boat docked. The Murdocks had intercepted it on its way in further down the river, overturned the guards and crew and steamed in ready for when the Castiglione's would inevitably be waiting for their delivery. You knew a couple of your cousins were stationed around the yard, lurking in the shadows of the huge containers just like you were. You knew how to stay hidden and move like a shadow when you needed to. Once a Murdock…

You see the Don's men arrive right on time, none the wiser as to what has happened until the gangplank is lowered and it's your da that steps out, flanked by two of his heavily armed henchmen. You couldn't see your brother.

"What the fuck is this?" Don Castiglione spits. He is every inch the gangster, tall, broad and extremely intimidating. You'd never seen him this close before but you could now see a bit of him in Frank.

"You Irish mutts think you can just take what's mine, huh? I'm insulted!  You should stay in your own little game Murdock. Take my advice, the guns do not suit you.

His men move forward and your da holds up a hand. "Now fellas, we don't wan any bloodshed tonight. If ye take a look around you'll find yer outnumbered n' outgunned. So, if ye will jist step aside we'll be loadin' these up in our trucks and'll get out of yer way and we'll hear no more about it, right?"

You see the rest of the Castigliones gradually appearing from out of the woodwork, and then you see him. Your heart sighs with relief that he's okay as far as you could make out. The glint of his piece shines in the moonlight as he moves to stand near the Don, who whispers something to him.

"Francesco, you are going to make good on your… mistake, and bring me my guns, capiche?"

They stand stock still for a long moment as Frank stares him down before they both suddenly spin on their heels as a deep voice like burnt gravel cuts the silence; effectively  interrupting the confrontation.

"Gentlemen. I believe I can resolve this rather… delicate situation that we have here…" 

It's Wilson Fisk. The fucking Kingpin. 

The metallic clack of weapons all around being raised and aimed at the newcomer echoes around the yard. However, the huge figure and his men remain unperturbed. 

"Mr Murdock," he continued calmly, "if you would please step aside, I will take what is mine."

Your blood runs cold. You knew your da would never back down. He was stubborn and tenacious and had definitely passed that trait on to you and Matt. Damn his fucking pride, you wanted to run out between them. Where the hell was Matty?

Just as you predicted your da stood his ground, finger hovering near the trigger.

"Y'think yer the fatcat around here don't ya, son? Well, I'm 'fraid to say that yer jist plain fat. Now run along an' let us men finish our business eh?"

Time slowed to a crawl. It was like everything was running through a sea of molasses. A shadow leaps over the railing of the boat onto the dock, it's running towards Fisk's men, Frank runs too as you see too late as Fisk's right-hand man raising his gun at your father. The shadow plows right into the second man who had also brought out his weapon, tackling him down to the asphalt. Several shots ring out like cracks of thunder and you scream as all you can see is your father dropping to the ground, there are more gunshots and then it's all over as quickly as it had begun. Your eyes frantically search the scene trying to understand what had just happened. 

Fisk is gone; disappeared into thin air along with one of his men. The other of Fisk’s henchmen was lying in a pool of blood at Matt's feet, one or both of the families had shot and killed him. You run out as you see your father being helped to his feet by Matt. They are alive and unhurt and you thank whatever gods would listen. 

It's then you see another body lying limp in front of them.

"No….no no no!" You hurtle across the yard towards it, Billy Russo and the Don are heading exactly the same direction. 

Towards Frank.

"Jesus Christ girl, what are you doing here?!" Matt rages at you. You fall to your knees as Billy turns Frank over onto his back, feeling for a pulse and listening for a breath; any sign that he is still alive.

Your father's voice is muddied in the background as the two families crowd around the scene. "H-He… that boy saved my life… he saved ma fuckin' life!" 

Blood seeps from Frank's stomach onto the ground.

"Frankie no, no don't die! Don't you fucking die! You hear me?!" Tears flood down your face as you grab his hand and squeeze. Billy puts pressure on the wound, slapping his face a couple of times trying to get him conscious. "C'mon bro, c'mon wake up for me! Wake up!" 

A van screeches up nearby and the Don orders his men to lift Frank and put him into the back. You climb in beside him, ignoring their protestations and grateful for Billy who snaps at them in finality. "She's coming with us.."

Matt runs up to the van after making sure your da is taken care of. "No… c'mon we need to get gone. You shouldn't even be here!"

"He saved our da, is that not worth anything?" You sob at him as Billy climbs in with you.

"Leave her be." Billy says. He slides the door shut and Matt's left standing as the van speeds off into the night.

~

Frank suddenly draws a wheezing breath as you hold onto his hand in the back of the van.

"Oh thank fuck. Frank! Frank, can you hear me?" Billy practically yells at him, ripping up his shirt and pressing it to the bullet wound as Frank gasps and groans in pain.

"Y-you holdin' my hand Russo?" He croaks, and you give it a squeeze, leaning over him so he can see you.

Your eyes briefly flick up to meet those of the Don, who has been silent the whole time.

"Frankie, you're okay." You tell your lover.  "They're taking you to a doctor.  You're gonna be okay." 

"Darlin'," he tries to sit up, starting to cough and you hold him down. "What you doin' he-" he coughs again and Billy helps keep him still.

"Shh, yeah I'm here, just don't move, don't move." You try not to think about how much red there is pouring out of him and onto your hands.

"Fuck… fuck it hurts- your dad, he okay?"

You stroke your fingers through his hair and try to smile. "Yes, oh god Frank, yes he's fine, he's fine! Now shh, don't speak, just hold on for me alright? You're gonna be okay, it won't be long.

You share a worried glance with Billy and hope that it's not far now.

Billy barrels through the A&E doors ahead of you and the Don's men who are carrying Frank.

"We need help here! Where's Claire? Get me Claire Temple!" he growls, taking an empty gurney from a nearby orderly and helping get Frank on it as he drifts in and out of consciousness.

A woman in scrubs very quickly appears from the triage area and immediately takes control. 

"Okay… we got a gunshot wound, anything else you wanna tell me? Was he conscious before now?" she asks you. A flash of recognition passes between you both, you had seen her patch Matt up after his fights a few times.

"No, no nothing else, yeah he was talking just a moment ago. He's lost a lot of blood on the way, can you help him, please?!" You plead.

"We'll do our best.  Please wait here."

Billy pulls you along as you both follow after the crash team taking Frank through the double doors, but Claire stops him short after she lets Frank's father go through with them.

"Hey, we're family too!" He protests.

"There's too many of you to let into the room, please, just wait here. Someone will update you as soon as we can. Right now, our main priority is to get him stabilised. Please, let us do our job."

The two of you reluctantly move over to the seating area as the other men go back outside to the van. Billy paces as you sit chewing your nails down to the quick.

"What you said…"

"What?" Billy asked.

"'We're family'." You say, catching his eye.

He stops his pacing, looking at you with sincerity. "If you're important to Frank, you're important to me. It's that simple."

You give him a small nod, returning to biting your nails and waiting with worry. 

Billy sits down beside you. "I'm sure he'll pull through. The fucker is hard to kill." he smiles and you return it, thankful that he's here.

"Yeah, he's gotta be alright."

~

After a few hours, Claire comes through the doors and you and Billy quickly get to your feet.

"He's stable. We were able to take the bullet out. It nicked an artery on the way in, but thankfully it missed his vital organs. We did have to give him a transfusion as he had lost a lot of blood. But, he's been stitched up and resting comfortably.”

"Oh my god," you felt the leaden weight lift off your shoulders slightly. "Claire, I can't thank you enough… Can we see him?" 

She nods. “You can. Just know that’s going to be groggy from the drugs we gave him. But I’m sure he’ll still appreciate the company.” You and Billy thank Claire before going into Frank’s room. 

He was groggy as Claire had warned you, but he returned the soft squeeze of your hand as you knelt down beside the bed. "Frankie, I'm so glad you're alright!"

"See, told you he was hard to kill." Billy said, patting Frank on the leg and smiling at him.

Frank chuckles, wincing slightly. "Yeah, you're not gettin' rid of me that easily. Baby, I'm sorry I got you into trouble. It's all my fault." He's looking into your eyes as he speaks, his hand reaching weakly for your face and you feel the bite of tears returning.

"Hey now, don't you cry over me darlin', I'll be alright. Everything's gonna be just fine, you didn't do nothin' wrong."

You sniff and laugh a little, stroking his hand that's cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears. "I'm the one that's supposed to be saying that! I missed you…"

"I missed you too. Not that I don't appreciate it, but you shouldn't be here. You should be with your family. With Fisk back on the scene it's dangerous baby, for all of us. What were you even doin' down at the docks?"

"I just had a bad feeling…" you interlace your fingers through his. "...but because of you my father is alive and well. I'm right where I need to be."

You're suddenly aware of an imposing presence as the Don entered the room. The man's even bigger than you had thought on seeing him up close. 

"Ah, so finally I get to meet the bella ragazza causing all of the trouble? The little bird that has my Francesco's heart, hm?"

Frank rolls his eyes. "Papa…"

You step forward. "I- I'm sorry Don Castiglione, I really didn't mean to-"

He takes your hand kissing the back of it briefly. "You make my boy happy, and so I am happy. So good to finally meet you, however I wish it were under better circumstances."

You swallow your nervousness down, nodding, actually surprised with how easy going he seems in private. "Thank you sir, it's great to meet you too."

"We are taking Francesco home tomorrow to recuperate, why don't you come and stay at the house with us? We have many rooms and I am certain he will recover faster if his love is nearby, hm?"

You're unsure what to say to such a generous offer, but Frank answers for you. "She'd love to papa."

You nod politely, still a little intimidated by the Don. "I would, but only if you're sure."

"It would be my pleasure, my dear."

Frank kisses the back of your hand. "Alright, I hate to say it but you better scoot, sweet thing. There's some shit we need to sort out…"

You sigh, not even being shot could stop the 'big men' from having their secret meetings. You bid the Don thanks and goodnight and catch Billy at the door. "Please will you make sure that he rests tonight and he doesn't do anything too stupid?"

Billy just chuckles, "you know that's an impossible ask, right?" He pulls you into a quick but surprisingly heartfelt hug as you stand up. "But I'll do my best bella nemica.

Frank can't help laughing softly at the nickname, groaning at the pain as it makes his stitches pull. "Oh that's a good one Bill, I'm stealin' that. You take care darlin', love you so much."

"I love you Frankie, I'll see you tomorrow!"

~

As you walk out into the hospital foyer you find your father waiting for you.

"Da, I…"

He pulls you into his arms, squeezing you so tight and you hug him back, relieved. "You shouldn't have been there tonight…"

You slump against him, the exhaustion from everything that happened suddenly hitting you like a truck. "I know, I'm sorry. I had to come, I was worried about you both. I'm so glad you're alright."

"Is he… okay?" 

You're surprised he cares at all about Frank but you nod. "Yeah, I've just seen him, he'll be fine. Where's Matty?"

"Out with boys patrollin', makin sure the streets are safe. Listen pet, I'm reckonin' we need to meet with the Castigliones to try an' organise some kind of truce. If Fisk is back and makin' a play to control the Kitchen we're gonna need more people an' it makes sense to join our forces."

You stare at him, your eyes wide not daring to believe. "Tell me you're serious. Please tell me you mean that da."

"That boy saved ma life, little dove. An it's war now, this changes things."

"But you've always hated them! Is Fisk really such bad news that you'd forget everything you drilled into me and ally with them?" 

"Darlin, ye have no idea…"

When you get back home you spend most of the night into the early morning talking with your father. He asks so many questions about Frank. He asks about his family and about your relationship, and you answer what you can. In turn you grill him about Fisk, and he paints a dour and terrifying picture. You understand now why he'd go back on his previous vow.

"I need ya to arrange a meetin' with the Don.  D'ya think you can talk to yer lad about it pet?"

"Uhuh, actually he offered me a room there so I could spend some time with Frank while he recovers… but I know what you're going to say so-"

He cuts you off. "Ye knew I was goin' to tell ye that ah think ye should go?" 

Your jaw almost hits the floor in disbelief. "You do?"

"Aye, you'll be safe enough there. Don's got a lotta men, an' that Russo I know is a good shot."

"Matty won't be happy." 

"No, but don't you worry 'bout that, I'll see to 'im."

You look into your father's eyes, and you can see he's asking for your help. You were scared. Kingpin had taken control of the shipment after everyone had scattered and who knew what else he had up his sleeve or when he'd choose to strike next. 

But this… this might just be the way to bring him down. If he knew anything about Hell's Kitchen, he'd never suspect an alliance like this. Fuck, even you would never had imagined it could be possible. 

The next morning you pack a bag, call a cab and go over what you're going to say to the Don when you get there. Matt must have stayed at the gym last night and you don't get a chance to speak with him. In a way you're almost glad as he'd probably chew you a new one for doing this.

The cab pulls up on the huge gravel drive and four well-armed guys in fine fitting suits give you a thorough once over and check your bag when you get out. 

"Hey! Keep your paws to yourselves, you animals. She's good." You are so relieved to hear Billy's voice, and he flashes you his charming smile while guiding you towards the imposing front door. 

"We figured Francesco would be safer here. The doc at the hospital wasn't keen on that idea, but what can they do?" He takes you straight inside. "You are here to help me look after the lil shit, aren't you?"

You follow him down the marble floored hallway, your eyes flitting around taking in the rather opulent but classic decor. "Of course, and who wouldn't rather recuperate at home if it's like this, holy crap!"

Billy smirks as he opens a door and ushers you inside the plush room.

You were so pleased to see Frank's smile. "Am I glad to see you again, sweetness." He tells you.

You bound across the floor to the huge bed that your beau is resting in. You're relieved that he looks so much better. You hold his face in your hands and are happy to see that he's back to a healthy colour. You pepper gentle kisses all over him, letting him know how happy you are that he’s better. Billy leaves you both to it and you're grateful to have some time alone with Frank. And so it seems, is he. 

"Frankie, you look good, how are you feeling today?" you ask, squealing in surprise when he pulls you into the bed to lie beside him. 

"Careful baby!" You exclaim before he's capturing your lips, not caring about the pain in the side of his gut if he gets to taste and feel you again. That wild want is there in his eyes when you break away and it's hard for you to resist giving in to it when his hands begin to roam over you.

"God I've missed you, missed having you…"

You huff at him. "Frank, you know I'd want nothing more… but you've got to rest, you've been shot for Christ's sake!!"

"Yeah, yeah I know," he says, the corner of his mouth pulling up mischievously. "but there's still some things I can do…" 

You feel the heat in your face even as you shake your head at the audacity of him. He never gives up, yet another thing you love about him.

"Just be serious for a minute.  My da’s asked if you can arrange a meeting between your father and him. He thinks our families should work together to stop Fisk."

He stops messing with you as he considers it. "Well shit, ain't the worst idea. And you agree?"

"I do. It makes sense, and it's the last thing Fisk would expect.

Frank mulls it over for a moment and then calls for Billy. "Hey man, can you get my dad in? Think we've got a proposal for him."

You're suddenly nervous for a different reason, hurriedly standing and smoothing down your clothes as the door opens. Frank reaches for your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Hey, don't you worry baby." He reassures you under his breath. "Just tell him what you told me."

When you relate your own father's thoughts to the Don you're surprised when he doesn't interrupt, instead listening intently.

"...and where might the meeting happen?" He asks with interest.

"I think I know a place."

~

Foggy's in good spirits when you drop in to the shop. He’s glad that you’re okay, but his pleasant mood doesn't last when he hears what you've got to ask him.

“You want me to have The Murdocks and Castigliones under the same roof? Are you kidding me?”

"But your place is neutral ground, Foggy! There won't be any trouble I promise you."

He paces around frantically. "No trouble?! You can't promise me that!"

You fiddle with the snack display by the counter. "Look, I know it's a lot to ask, but if we can stop Fisk from becoming a permanent fixture everyone will be better off. Please Foggy, for the sake of the Kitchen." He stops his frantic pacing and pins you with a worried look.

“Fine. But if anyone gets shot, remind yourself I told you this was a bad idea.”

~

A couple of weeks later you found that Foggy wasn't exactly wrong in what he had told you. With the heads of both families and their closest lieutenants gathered in the large space of the Nelson's back room, the air quickly grew thick with tension. Matt arrived first with your father; stopping in his tracks as soon as he sensed you. You hadn't seen each other since that night at the docks.

"Matty-" you start. "alrigh' dove." he replies, only giving you a curt nod as he makes his way to the end of the long table. You sigh. This was going to be a long night.

When Frank comes in Matt stands quickly, his chair shrieking along the floor with his fists bunched at his sides. The Castigliones bristle, fingers itching and ready to reach for weapons. The tension was ramping up fast and it felt as though the meeting was about to fail even before it could begin.

"Ahh there he is. The golden boy. Fuckin’ cunt of the hour." Matt snaps.

"'The hell…?" Frank starts.

You found yourself getting to your feet.

"Christ Matt, will you just behave? Frank saved our da's life, does that mean nothing to you?"

"Aye it goes a way, but does he think he's better than us? That you're safer with him, with them, than us? Was that why you didn't come home, pet? Was this all his fuckin' idea too?!"

You'd never seen Matt this upset and angry before. You had to calm him down before something irreversible kicked off between the families. Frank shot you a concerned look but didn't interfere; knowing that anything he said could make things even worse. You pull Matty aside, whisper-yelling at him.

"Hey, listen to me Matt. Me staying at the Don's was da's idea, and getting everyone together was his too! Did you not know that?" You hiss.

Matt huffs. "No. I just thought that…" he paces before running a hand down your arm. "we're the ones that keep ya safe, love, yer family. Not them. It just feels like-" he stops himself, unable to fully admit his jealousy.

You urge him to continue, you don't want there to be bad blood between the two of you, especially now.

"I worry about ya dove. I know ya say ya love 'im, I just don' wanna see y'get hurt. When you're wit me, you're safe, y'can't get hurt. You know I love you too."

His expression is so honest it makes your heart burn.

"Matty, I love you so much, and I know you're just looking out for me but please, you've got to let me live my life for myself. I'm a grown woman now. You don't need to keep protecting me from everything!"

He sighs with resignation and you squeeze his arm.

"I know you're not sure about Frank but he really does love me, and I don't believe that he'd ever hurt me intentionally. And this? This is the best shot we've got at Fisk, you know that. Please don't throw this away Matt, do it for the Kitchen if not for me!"

He softens as you plead, "I'll do it for both of youse."

You kiss him on the cheek and whisper a sincere thank you before returning to the table where discussion is already underway. You walk over to stand beside Frank and kiss him swiftly. He's a little surprised that you'd make your relationship so public with the current situation as it is.

"S'everythin' okay princess?" He asks nervously as you place your hand in his, and let out a thankful sigh along with a shitload of tension.

"Everything's grand, Frankie." You say with a genuine smile. "Let's get this started."

The heads of the families agreed that they needed to find out what resources Fisk had, how many men and how much firepower he possessed before they made their move. It was proposed that members from each side should scout it out, and ultimately it was decided that Matthew and Frank would go.

As you watched Frank slip his pistol into his holster and give you a wink, you were reminded of the day you had first laid eyes on him. It felt like a lifetime ago even though it had been just over a year since you'd walked to the store with Matty, and Frank and Billy had been in there.

"Well that's my day ruined. Can't breathe in this town without runnin' into a Murdock, or two." Billy had remarked, looking you up and down with dark eyes and a devilish smile.

Matt stiffened, moving in front of you, jaw and fists clenched. "Y'know this is our territory Russo, so get lost or I'll help ya find your way out..."

However, your attention had been on Billy's companion, who you would later find out was the Don's son. His face was set hard, but he had warm brown eyes, and a big boxer's nose that drew your gaze. When they had left the store Frank had looked back over his shoulder, the faintest smile on his lips as he threw a wink your way and you found your face heating up.

Now they were heading into dangerous territory working together. Your heart was in your mouth as they both finished kitting up, arming themselves to the teeth just in case shit happened to go south.

"Please be careful." You say to Matt, your words somewhere between a prayer and a blessing.

"M'always careful, love." He replies before he lets Frank talk to you.

He brings your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it as he looks into your eyes with a serious expression. "You promise me you'll go straight on home, yeah? Don't want you on these streets tonight baby."

You stroke the side of his face and bring your forehead to touch against his, breathing him in. "I promise. And promise me you'll look after each other."

Both men nod and then head for the door and you and your father head for home.

~

Matt stops Frank with his arm as he listens to check that the way is clear for them.

"Alrigh', we're good." He confirms after a couple of beats.

"Reckon we can get a read on em from up on that roof there, it covers most of their exits." Frank suggests, and Matt nods and follows. When they're situated, hunkered down side by side behind a low wall, Frank feels the oppression of something waiting to be said. The muscle in his jaw ticks as he clenches it and he can't stand it anymore.

"C'mon man, can we just get this over with? Say what you gotta say, I know you wanna. I can take it."

Matt swallows his pride and turns to his former foe after taking a pensive breath.

"Yeah, you're right, I have got somethin' t'say to ya. M'sorry. I was wrong about ya an I've been a right shitebag to you an ma sister all this time. But, there's a right thing to be done an' I'm hopin' tha we can move on?"

That wasn't what Frank had expected at all, a swift one-two knocking his brain around in his skull, but it felt like a dark cloud was lifting and he actually started to smile.

"I know you're just lookin' out for her Murdock, I get it, and I really appreciate you sayin' that. Might not have seemed like it but I've got a lot of respect for your family after meetin' that girl."

Matt nods. "Feelin's mutual. I shoulda just trusted her in the first place but y'know what's she's like, always gettin' hersel' into trouble."

Frank chuckles quietly. "Don't I know it."

They keep watch for a few more hours, noting the comings and goings of Fisk's men. After clocking where the weapons are stored, they manage to sneak in and get a good idea of what kind of firepower they have before reporting back.

The two long feuding families of Hell's Kitchen drive the Kingpin out of their territory in a spectacular blaze of fire and fists. He certainly didn't expect the Murdocks and Castigliones to team up and take back what was theirs; which was a huge advantage for the families. When Frank and your brother returned triumphant you leapt into Frank's arms, kissing him over and over and until he was almost begging for air.

When word spread of the victory everyone headed to Josie's to celebrate, but Frank knew his fight wasn't quite over. There was something else he had to do.

He's feeling like he knows real fear for the first time in a long while as he approaches Jack Murdock in the bar. He's got just one aim. One question.

Jack nods at him as he comes over, signaling the bartender to pour them a couple of whiskeys.

"Alright lad? We did good, eh?"

"Yeah, that we did. You, uh, know why I'm here?"

"Aye son, I know. C'mon then, out with it." Jack says to him.

Frank's mouth nervously forces a smile and he takes a deep breath before he begins.

"Sir, I'm sure by now you know just how much I care for your daughter, and if you don't, well… thing is I love her. Love her with all my soul and with your blessin', I want to ask her to spend the rest of our lives together.."

Your da raises an eyebrow. "Oh aye, is that so? An' would ya do right by her? 'Cos ya know if y'don't you'll have the whole clan comin down on ye like hellfire?"

"I know that and I will. She's my life now sir, couldn't love no one else more."

"Alright boy, but y'know we'll be watchin' ya."

He grins and raises his glass to Frank's own. "Well y'have my blessin', and I've no doubt she'll be happy wit ye."

Frank breathes out a solid sigh of relief and can't wait to tell you, to ask you to be his forever.

When he does it's a little bit more romantic than a toilet stall in the dancehall. He picks you up in his car the next evening. He's got the top down and is waiting next to the open passenger door as you step out of your house. You take his breath away every single time he sees you but tonight it's different, you no longer have to hide your love for each other. He takes your hand, takes all of you in, your dress, your hair, your beautiful smile. He knows he's a lucky man.

"Where are we going to baby?" You ask, but he only smiles and tells you to hold tight. You're curled around his arm the whole way as he drives you both to the hills outside of the city.

When he pulls up at a quiet parking spot you get out and can see the twinkle of the city lights below mirroring that of the starry sky. When you turn around to show your excitement he's pulling a hamper and blankets out of the trunk.

"Oh Frankie, this is so gorgeous! Thank you so much!" You squeal as you help lay out a blanket and he digs out some delicious treats, glasses, and a bottle of wine.

"Gorgeous spot for my gorgeous girl."

He opens the bottle then fills your glass and his own, and you raise them to clink and take a sip. He watches you looking out at the view, a mild breeze weaving through your hair. You're just sitting there and he almost can't believe how head over heels he is for you. Things could have turned out so differently but he's eternally grateful that they didn't.

When you turn to him you can't help but giggle at the insanely adoring way he's looking at you.

"What is it?" You smile, taking a bite from a plump red cherry.

Frank brings his hand up to the side of your face, his thumb passing lightly over your lips as you look up at him with your big eyes.

"God, I just…"

You tilt your head in curiosity as he reaches into the hamper for something, producing a small black box which he opens in front of you on bended knee. It's his mother's ring, a delicate and twisting precious metal band set with a small sparkling diamond glinting up at you.

"Oh Frank…" you gasp, any other words are lost in your surprise but he carries on.

"I love you baby, so goddamn much. And I know I asked you before but I'm askin' you now, proper. Your da gave me his blessing and I'm hopin' that you will too… please say yes darlin' and marry me? I've wanted to be yours since the first damn time I saw you. What do you say? Talk to me baby, don't leave me hangin' like this!"

Your hands come up to frame his face and you kiss him over and over and over as you answer an excited 'yes!' between every one. He's laughing with a smile so big as you hold out your hand for him to gently take the ring and slip it on your finger where it fits perfectly.

You kiss him again, this time it's slow and lingering on the lips and he wraps you up in his embrace as he deepens it, laying you down on the blanket underneath him. Your fingers slide into his hair and his hands squeeze the roundness of your ass eager to feel each other as your kisses become more heated and desperate.

Your eyes meet. "I'm yours forever now, Frank, make me feel like it."

He wastes no time answering your request, running his hands over your body, nipping and kissing at your earlobe and just below as he caresses your breast, and you push your hips up against his moaning with pleasure. You slip a hand down to feel his hardening cock through his pants, frantically scrabbling to loosen his belt and free him as he curls his fingers around the waistband of your panties pulling them down, his lips almost never leaving your skin.

"Baby, baby… mm, goddamn you're so perfect for me." He murmurs and you let the night sky hear just how good he makes you feel as he slides his fingers through your slick folds, teasing at your clit with light strokes.

"Yeah, you like that, huh? That what you need?"

"Frank please, I can't wait! Just- I need you…" you plead, pressing your body up against him and stroking your soft hands up and down his erection to make sure he gets the message.

"Oh shiiiit… alright sweetheart, shh-shh. I got you, I got you…" he whispers against your skin as he pushes his pants down and your silky dress up, quickly rolling on a condom. He moans along with you as he finally sheaths his thick length inside where you need him the most. both of you gasp at the feeling. You claw at his shirt, pull him as close as you can when he starts to rock into you. Every thrust of his hips has you desperate for the next, you want him so deep so that you can feel him for days after this and you tell him so, driving him crazy and making him fuck you even harder.

"Anythin' you want, I'll give you anythin' love, just wanna see your pretty face when you come for me."

He wraps a strong hand under your thigh, pulling it up making you moan out again at the new delicious angle, arching underneath him as he draws back almost all the way out and then fills you back up again, taking you so easily to the edge of an earth shattering climax. His hand comes up to cradle your face, watching you, seeing the love he feels for you reflected in your beautiful eyes.

"Frankie, you're gonna make me-" As you approach the precipice, the only thing in your mind is that he's yours and you are his.

He seals his mouth over yours, tongue teasing against your own, your whimpers muted as he does all he can to make you fall apart, to pulse and clench around him, your vision whiting out with only this blissful sensation spreading through your body and the sound of his voice in your ears while he talks you through it.

"Yeah baby, that's it my sweet girl… god I love you so fucking much-"

You cry out to the stars as you share in this intimate moment, showering each other in endless, breathless declarations of love.

.

.

Epilogue

[reinieseason]

begging someone to pls help me construct a gen v hunger games au ......... my brain is so dead from college but i might actually write while the roman empires are empiring

marie is a tribute (maybe 16 or 15), probably for a district who hasn't one in a long time, similar to district 12 in the books/movies. honestly, i do not know who would be her mentor or a former victor for her, so i do sort of see marie having to enter the games alone.

i don't think she's a volunteer or if she'd volunteer for her sister because i think i'd like to keep the complexity of their relationship and not speaking but now that i think of it, i do see her volunteering for the sister she doesn't speak to anymore but still loves.

i'm not sure if this au will have powers, but marie would be skilled at long-range combat, she's good with a knife- fights like a street rat, fights like an orphan.

i'd imagine she gets the name bloody marie after murdering most of the tributes, always covered in blood (hence the name). or maybe in her final battle, we get the blood rain from catching fire, covering her and the other tribute in blood as they battle to death. trying to breathe and see as hot thick blood envelop them. i think that marie ends the battle slashing the throat and the tribute sputtering blood at her.

if not the blood rain, she slashes the throat and it covers her in blood. or she when she kills a tribute the blood gets everywhere. something like that.

if she doesn't have a mentor, for some reason, i can see emma as the daughter of a capitol member having to be the escort- but her quickly knowing the games for the cruelty it is and trying to campaign for marie throughout the games- oh or a stylist.

the others in this case... hm...

jordan li is a victor, they won a few games ago, they're probably a year older than her and was reaped when they were maybe 15 or 14. i feel like youngest victor would give them some clout. not sure how the shifting would work but who fucking cares its like year 2110?

i'm not sure how jordan would hate her, they might find her annoying, especially if she has no mentor to hold her back. marie's personality is spitfire and it's passion and she doesn't bother to act prim because she has no reason to think she'll live after this. she can try her hardest but she'll probably die.

luke riordan is a victor, he's definitely the finnick od'air of this au. he's the capitol's golden boy, what they don't know is he's planning the rebellion behind their back. i do see luke being a youngest winner as well, it adds to the appeal. probably has the same post-games treatment as finnick as well, he's appealing to the sponsors and won his game from the sponsors. while i'm unsure with marie, luke definitely volunteered for sam- had a whole "i volunteer! i volunteer as tribute". he made a deal with snow post-games to keep his brother out of the reaping bowl.

andre anderson is the son of a victor, his father works closely now with the capitol to make tech. andre is being looked at for a position in the capitol, maybe as gamemaker? not sure what to do with him.

cate is the adopted daughter of shetty, maybe shetty is the president or she has a high position. cate was luke's stylist maybe, i feel like cate would be a stylist.

shetty, like i mentioned before maybe is snow, if we want to contain this to solely the gen v cast. i'm struggling to come up with the president, maybe stan edgar. i wonder how newman falls into place here, she's definitely a sponsor for marie that's for sure.

anyways that's all. ihave so far lol

[colorsunimaginable]

the spare // chapter sixty-nine // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: 

While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

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MASTERLIST

Chapter Sixty-Nine:

The closet is dark, but there’s just enough light reflecting from the floor to ceiling mirror. I can see the white of Rodolphus’ eyes as they grow in shock. 

Then he grins.

“Well, well, well. Hello there, pet.” His wand presses into my cheek and my grip on the knife tightens, the sharp edge digging into his throat. The smug look on his face sours as his smile dips and his eyes narrow. “How did he do it?”

“How did he do it?” I growl. “You mean how did I ?”

“Get away from her,” Thomus snarls, popping in from around the edge of the door.

Rodolphus doesn’t move, but I ease the knife back a little. The movement draws Thomus’ eyes and he gapes at me. 

“ Alder ,” he hisses. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing?”

“Back up,” I bark at both of them. I don’t like being cornered like this. Thomus glares, but listens, backing out of Rodolphus’ way when he finally moves. I follow, keeping the blade within stabbing distance. Out in the room, Thomus snatches Rodolphus’ wand from his grip, keeping his own pointed at him. 

I twist the knife, turning the pointy end to press up under his jaw. “Tell me how to break the curse.”

Thomus is standing just beyond Rodolphus’ shoulder, his expression hard as he shakes his head, warning me not to continue. Rageful frustration boils and bursts from my chest. “What other option is there!? One misfired spell and I’m right back to where I was - or worse ?”

“You’re scared ,” Rodolphus purrs, not bothering to hide his satisfaction. “As you should be, Mudblood. Whatever it is you’ve done, it won’t be enough.” 

I fight to keep my lower lip from trembling, but I twist my knife, pressing upwards. He looks me dead on and doesn’t flinch when his skin punctures from the pressure. A line of dark blood trickles down his neck, staining his white collar. 

“He’s not going to tell you,” Thomus says calmly, putting his hand on my raised arm. My gaze bounces from one man to the other before I latch onto Thomus’ eyes. They’re firm, indicating his emotions are under control, fully masked.

Meanwhile, I’m the complete opposite. My throat is tight and I know if I try to speak, my voice will wobble and I won’t be able to hold the tears back. Swallowing audibly, I start lowering the knife. 

Rodolphus chooses that moment to snicker. “That’s right, dog, listen to your master.”

Now that makes me snap. The rage in me spikes so strong, he’s lucky I only stun him. His knees give out from under him and he crumples to the floor. The decision was impulsive, but not one I regret.

“I was under the impression that your magic was keeping the curse contained. Is that not true?” he asks.

I take a few deep breaths, feeling a little better with Rodolphus knocked out. “It is,” I reply slowly, matching his tone. Finding it hard to meet his eyes, I inspect the skull handle of the knife in my hands. “But one day it might not be.”

He steps forward, cupping my cheek, and forcing eye contact. “I promise to find a solution. This won’t be forever.”

“Okay,” I whisper. My heart believes him, trusts him. I step back and look down at Rodolphus. “What’re we going to do now?”

Thomus sighs loudly and crouches down. “It’ll have to be something terribly clever or I’m knee deep in a pond of shit.”

An unexpected giggle escapes as I crouch down by the pile of broken lenses and bent metal that remains of my glasses. “You mean knee deep up shit creek?”

“Isn’t that what I said?”

“Close.” My hand hovers over the pile as I try to keep a straight face and murmur. “ Oculus Reparo .”

A white light flashes over my glasses as the pieces come back together again. When I put them on, Thomus is still kneeling by Rodolphus, poking through his pockets.

“Do you rummage through pockets often?” I ask, a bit surprised. So far he’s pulled out a flask, a few galleons, mints, and a folded handkerchief. 

Thomus shrugs. “Easy to get information without so much as a word spoken.”

“Hm… Fair enough,” I sift through the small pile of things and pause at the heaviness of the handkerchief. Hoping not to find any boogers in there, I use only the tips of my fingers to shake it around. Thankfully, no boogers, but something golden and shiny with a distinct hourglass shape clatters to the floor. 

“Is that a bloody Time-Turner?” Thomus says with disbelief. “What’s he doing with that?”

I gasp. “This solves our problem, doesn’t it?” I ask excitedly. “We only need to go back to the last couple of minutes before he knocks. We just have to be ready.”

Thomus takes a sniff of whatever’s in the flask, raising a brow at me before taking a sip. “Ready with what?” he asks. “We were kind of in the middle of something there, if you care to recall.”

As I scramble for something clever to say, I glance up at him to find his eyes trailing down my body. I’d get to be right in the middle of that again? I swear my clit throbs at the thought. 

I clear my throat and change the subject. “Maybe you came up here because you were feeling sick? Drank too much? Does that sound plausible?” My hand stretches out toward the bottle of champagne he’d brought in earlier and it drifts soundlessly over the floor to me. I use magic to uncork it before taking a long sip. I pass it over to him as I continue to speak. “Because I’m thinking, you’re already gonna be sweaty and red-faced anyway, you know? And you might as well actually drink, it’ll make it more believable.”

“Right,” he nods after a moment’s consideration. He brings the bottle to his lips. “And where will you be?”

“Disillusioned. It’s what I should have done the first time,” I admit. “Have you used a Time-Turner before?”

“Only a few times. Yourself?”

I shake my head. “Never.”

He points his wand at Rodolphus’ wound and heals it, scourgifying his collar too. “Then we’ll need to be extra careful.”

After a surprisingly quick discussion, we agree on what needs to stay the same and what needs to change. We ready the scene and get into position. From Thomus’ explanation, if we’re relatively in the same spot, doing the same thing as our past selves at the time we’re traveling to, we should morph into our past selves.

“How much time do you think you’ll need before he knocks?” I ask, holding the turner up close to get a better look at the fine sands. 

Thomus sits on the window seat, loosening his tie and shrugging off his jacket again. I’ve remained in my leggings and hoodie, having skipped the outfit change to save time. I run my hands over the sides of his face, fingers threading into his hair. His hands find my hips and he guides me closer in between his knees. His hands travel under the hoodie, roughly grabbing my breasts and squeezing. His fingers on my nipples are oh, so soft though.

“You’re sure we’re not gonna forget the first time around?” I ask, hearing the nervousness in my voice. 

“Darling, if we do, I’ll have no problem recreating that experience with you,” he promises.

His reassurance makes me feel better and I let my mouth find his. He kisses me like it’s the first time he’s done so all night. His tongue traces and savors the taste of my lips. I quickly become lost in the gentleness, my head beginning to swim with desire for him all over again.

His hands on my hips urge me to turn around, reminding me of our mission. When I hear the soft clicks of his belt being undone, I quickly thumb my pants and undies to my knees. His fingers spread across the curve of my butt, his palm caressing. I plant my hands on his thighs, just above his knees and push my hips backward.

Thomus chuckles and shoves the hem of my hoodie further up my waist, humming his approval. “Look at you, so needy, already?”

I bite my lip and silently laugh. My eyes are closed, trying to focus on how I feel. Every measured breath, the ache in my thighs, the thick head of his cock as it easily slides past my still-slick lips.

I take a sharp, full breath to speak, but I still sound breathless. “More like impatient.”

True to my word, I rock my hips back and he glides home in one go. The forceful, delicious impact of my body on his makes him release a deep groan. His fingers dig into my hips painfully, pulling me to him still. Short, desperate moans escape my throat as I adjust to his size and the tight fit. My thighs are already burning from this position and from earlier, but his cock just feels so fucking good. The muscles in his thighs flex beneath my hands as he grinds against my ass. 

Before we get carried away, I fumble for the Time-Turner hanging from its long chain around my neck. I twist my torso, slinging the chain around his neck too. 

His breath is on the edge of running away from him as he speaks. “Give the gear a half turn forward and a quarter turn back. That should put us where we need to be.”

I nod, unable to stop moving my hips as I turn the knob the specific way Thomus instructed. The moment I’m done, I hear the rapid ticking of a clock and gears turning as the hourglass begins to spin. 

We watch the room as time reverses. I see ourselves crouched over Rodolphus before he’s on his feet, backing up towards the hallway door. I see Past-Thomus undress and see myself backing out of the closet stark naked. At that sight, I quickly avert my gaze back to Thomus.

All too soon, our past and present selves join at the same place on the window seat. Our positions are different, but the act is the same. I refocus on rocking my body and feeling every drag of his cock in my pussy.

I can tell the exact moment when our past and present realign themselves. My pussy is pulsing and suddenly much wetter. My body feels like I’ve been getting thoroughly fucked for a bit longer than it does two breaths ago. The pleasure flowing through me skyrockets right to the beginnings of a mind-numbing orgasm. 

Thomus shudders behind me, releasing a guttural groan, having landed in the same predicament. Then without any warning, his hands are shoving me forward and pulling me back, fucking me like he just can’t help himself. His hips are somehow jerking up, too, making his cock hit just the right spot. My eyes roll into the back of my head as my orgasm takes over my body. I push him as deep as he can go, feeling my pussy squeeze and contract around his big cock.

“ Merlin’s beard ,” he hisses low as he cums, fingers digging bruises into my hips. His hips are twitching underneath me, shoving his spasming cock in and out the tiniest bit, milking every last ounce of pleasure from my cunt.

“Oh my god,” I say when I can breathe again.

Thomus lets out another tortured groan as I force myself to stand. His dick slips out with an audibly wet plop and I can’t hold back a shaky laugh at his words, shimmying up my pants on wobbly legs.

Pants on, I grab the champagne and shove it towards him. “Drink up.”

He stands, redoing his belt. He’d already opted to take his suit jacket off. I reach out to unbutton the top of his shirt, then up further to ruffle his hair a little. He takes the bottle from me and chugs just as Rodolphus announces his arrival with his fist against the back of the door. 

Of course we’d been expecting it, so this time we don’t immediately jump into panic mode. Thomus takes his time drinking, unbothered by the persistent asshole at the door. My eyes bounce around nervously, and I wave my hand towards the bathroom, making sure it’s lit as if he were just in there.

“Thomus!” Rodolphus barks. “Where’ve you been? I’ve been sent to fetch your ungrateful ass.”

Thomus pauses to burp before taking one last swig, then starts for the door. I grab the front of his shirt and plant a kiss on his cheek. He gives me one in return before I step back and Disillusion myself against the wall. 

Thomus opens the door just enough for his body to be shown. He slumps against the frame, and I can hear the faux exhaustion in his voice. “What do you want?”

Rodolphus’ words repeat. “You missed your brother’s toast. How could you have - “

“Not that it’s any of your bloody business,” Thomus interrupts, “but I’ve been quite unwell this evening.” He fakes a gag, but it sounds pretty convincing to me. 

“You can’t be serious,” Rodolphus scoffs. “Do you honestly expect me to believe - “

“Believe what you wish,” Thomus interrupts. 

The door Thomus is propping open jolts suddenly, but he’s quick to grab it and prevent it from opening more. “Is she in there?”

“Who?”

“You bloody know who.”

“Seeing as how it’s my bedroom in my family estate, the contents of it are none of your business,” Thomus says pointedly. “Don’t you have anything better to do on New Year’s Eve?”

“This isn’t the first event you’ve mysteriously disappeared from,” Rodolphus says. “Forgive me for wanting to know my wife’s whereabouts.”

“I don’t care about your wife’s whereabouts,” Thomus seethes. “My only concern is that she isn’t here.”

“That’s a first -”

“I retreated to my own toilet to vomit, and the evidence should still be there, Lestrange, if you so desire to look.”

“Ugh,” Rodolphus scoffs angrily. “You’re revolting. Your mudblood’s really rubbing off on you.”

“If that was your only reason to disturb me - “

“Yaxley wants you to join us,” Rodolphus says. “In that little drawing room off the stairs.”

I can see Thomus’ stance reluctantly shift as he straightens. His elbow pops in and out of view as he finger-combs his hair again. 

“If I must,” Thomus growls, then he steps out, shutting the door behind him.

I breathe a sigh of relief and sag against the wall. Thank god that’s over. We got everything done in time.

In … time.

With horror, I look down and see the Time-Turner still dangling from my neck.

Oh my fucking god, how the fuck could I forget?! I mean, since we rewound time, does that mean he has another copy of this Time-Turner and we have this one for free?

I don’t even want a Time-Turner. It’s too tempting of a problem solver. I’ve gotta put it back in Rodolphus’ pocket.

Keeping my Disillusionment charm up, I creep open the door. Thomus and Rodolphus are hardly down the hall, so I open and close the door slowly so as to not make any noise. I’m still in my socks, so I quickly and, more importantly, quietly glide down the hard wood floors after them. The good thing about the Disillusionment charm is that as long as no one’s looking for you or really at you, you’re practically invisible. Especially if you’re really good at it - which I am.

By the top of the stairs, we aren’t alone anymore. Thomus had stopped for some reason and I guess it’s because he sees his brother. I hear a man call out, “Lucius! Come join us. We were just discussing Geneva.”

Thomus peeks over the railing as he continues down. Lucius replies, “Of course. Give me a moment to put my pet to bed.” My eyes immediately start looking for a place to tuck myself in and hide.

“Bring her,” the other man continues. “I was just about to come looking for you as well. We have the other one in here too. And see? Here comes Rodolphus with your brother.”

Oh my god, the other one ? What the fuck does that mean? Hermione wasn’t the only Lot allowed to come?

Thomus and Rodolphus have disappeared from sight, so I creep forward until I’m able to see heads below. Yaxley is standing next to the stairs, looking up at the pair descending them. Between their bodies, I see Lucius’ blond head, Hermione’s curls and twinkling jewelry.

Lucius still hesitates, even as they move to accommodate Thomus and Rodolphus. Yaxley gets impatient. “Don’t be stingy. Your guests want to see the finest horses in the show.” He smirks. “Maybe we’ll let them wrestle.”

“Just for a few minutes, I suppose,” Lucius stiffly replies.

No more words are said as they all shuffle into the small sitting room below the stairs. I move down the stairs so quickly I’m practically flying - well, falling. But I’m holding onto the railing for dear life, just trying to get to that door before it closes.

The feat proves impossible though, because that’s exactly what it does. And now I’m fucking stuck in the main hall. I can clearly see the couple hundred people still partying in the ballroom. Back to my last plan, which was looking for a place to hide. 

There’s a promising spot across the room by the windows. I beeline for the dark curtains, swiftly turning into them. Tucked away, I’ll still be able to see when they open the door.

I stand there long enough for my feet and thighs to ache, and for at least ten songs to go by, until finally someone opens the door. It’s Lucius and Hermione. He’s taking her back to her room, and thank fuck he doesn’t close the door. 

I dart to it, but then slowly inch my way in. My eyes bore into all the faces I can see, making sure no one is looking at me. Thomus is just lowering into a chair near the front of the room and Rodolphus is deeper in, sitting on the armrest of his brother’s chair. I crouch walk to Thomus’ chair, hiding between the back of it and a liquor cart. 

“And where’s your Lot this evening, Thomus?” Nott Sr.’s old, scratchy voice skitters from another chair. “Why isn’t she being trotted out as part of the Malfoy parade?”

My poor thighs can’t handle crouching anymore, so I kneel next to the wall, my face by Thomus’ shoulder. At Nott’s question, I look up at Thomus for his response. 

Dolohov snickers. “Because that one’s not a trophy, is she?”

Rabastan smiles after his drink. “You got that right, mate.” 

“Can you believe what Witch Weekly wrote about her?” Mulciber jumps in. “There’s no way a mudblood did all that.”

A few voice their agreements and laugh, because it’s just so funny I guess. Then Thomus’ soft, sure voice silences them. “Yes, I believe it. Why don’t you?”

The question’s aimed at Mulciber, who looks taken aback by it. He smiles in disbelief and his eyes bounce around the room. “Because it’s obvious, isn’t it? A girl like her, beating all those Purebloods, it’s got to be fake. The tournament was stolen from them by a bloody charlatan.”

“Mulciber,” Thomus says, sounding vaguely concerned at this man’s answer. “There’s thousands of eye-witnesses, first-hand photos, and official documentation of her achievements in those tournaments, and you believe they’re fake?”

All eyes swivel to Mulciber like the camera’s just zoomed in on his face. The embarrassment easily gets to him, because his face turns pink and he responds with anger. “Oh, right, like you’ve seen all this evidence.”

Surprisingly, Rodolphus is the first to Thomus’ defense. “The twat’s a bloody journalist,” he says, sounding appalled at his fellow Death Eater’s stupidity.

“So?”

“So yes, I’ve done plenty of proper research on her,” Thomus replies, a hard edge to his voice. “Is it really that hard to believe what they say is true?”

“Alright, fine, if she’s this big shot mudblood , what’s she doing with you then?” Rabastan asks. 

Before Thomus can even respond, Avery, who’s standing by the fireplace with Ginny tucked into his side, shoots out, “Would you ever consider selling her?”

“Why would you buy her ?” Mulciber asks, visibly disgusted. “You’ve already got the second most expensive cunt of the lot!”

“You should know by now that we all have different tastes, Mulciber,” Avery says, clearly referencing something. “Sometimes my pet is a bit too… fragile, if you catch my meaning.”

God, why are all of these men such sadistic fucks ? I’m glad I’m hidden so I can hide the disgust on my face.

“She isn’t on the market,” Thomus states, almost angrily. “I’m very aware of the value of my property and she’s worth far more than you think.”

Avery gives him a dubious look. “Surely it can’t be all that large of a sum. She isn’t even a virgin anymore.”

“You got that right,” Dolohov snickers. “Verified that myself.”

“And it was never any secret,” Rodolphus slides in. 

A lot of them kinda laugh at that. Not Thomus, though. Rodolphus winks at him from across the room, and Thomus’ hands clench tightly in his lap. Being this close to him means I can hear the deep, steadying breath he takes.

Avery heartily chuckles. “Well, it all feels the same in the dark. Doesn’t it, Thomus?”

“I… have to disagree,” Thomus says without the same humor. “With this war, all the long hours and hard days, a soft body to come home to is a welcoming respite.”

His honest confession silences the room before Dolohov cracks a joke. “Well, I need a nice tighter ass than that fat cow’s got.”

“Young man, watch your tongue!” one of the portraits hisses. Looks like one of Thomus’ grandmothers. 

Some snicker at the scolding, but Yaxley’s authoritative voice from the end of the couch speaks above it. “Did you hear they’re demanding her release?” 

They’re what? My eyes widen and the vibe of the room suddenly turns serious at the question. 

“Yes, I’ve heard,” Thomus answers.

“Who’s demanding her release?” Rodolphus asks.

“ Witch Weekly and their American associates The Witch’s Voice ,” Yaxley says. “Whether or not the mudblood actually possesses this preternatural wandless magical ability doesn’t matter - they certainly believe it. Of course her release is out of the question. She needs to remain under lock and key, not with the rebels fighting against us.” He looks around the room, meeting everyone’s eyes, settling on Thomus’ last. “How much of a threat do you believe she poses?”

“She does not pose a threat while she’s in my custody,” Thomus replies. “I’ve gone to great personal lengths to ensure that.”

My chest is painfully tight, an ache growing there at his words. What’s he talking about? 

“Excellent,” Yaxley says. “Expect the Dark Lord to demand an audience with you soon within the new year.”

“Yes, sir,” Thomus replies.

Yaxley stands, buttoning his jacket. “Now, I will rejoin my wife and daughter in the ballroom as I encourage you all to as well.”

Thus begins everyone’s exit. They mill about, taking their time, chatting over nothing that I really care about. Thomus doesn’t move immediately and I take this opportunity to place my hand on his forearm resting on the chair. Tension springs to his muscles at my touch and I slide my hand down to his. He subtly glances down at his hand to watch me slip the Time-Turner into it. I get on one knee, lifting my lips to his ear.

“Put this back in his pocket,” I whisper. “I’m gonna wait here until the coast is clear.”

I slink back into my corner, watching as he drops his chin, not looking in my direction. Rodolphus has already left the room, so I know Thomus is gonna have to follow him. Which he does when he realizes the few remaining in the room aren’t planning to leave yet. 

Of the three that remain, Mulciber and Rabastan say a few things I can’t hear before they’re snickering amongst themselves. Nott Sir. is passed out in his chair. The other two slowly make their way to the door, their conversation growing louder.

“Did you hear back from Montague’s uncle in France?” Mulciber asks.

Rabastan sighs heavily. “No, so that means there's another defector for Thomus to find.”

“I can’t believe the boy would leave, especially with his father’s health.”

They pause by the door. Rabastan scans the hallway and double checks that Nott is sleeping.

“Thomus is supposedly the last person to have seen him,” Rabastan says, “but you didn’t hear that from me.”

Mulciber agrees to keep quiet as they finally leave the room. 

I’m frozen while my brain struggles to process all of this new information until Nott’s snore reminds me my exit window is closing. Without being seen, I slip back upstairs to Thomus’ room.

~*~

I finally pass out for a bit after crawling into bed for the millionth time tonight. It’s still dark when he returns. When he sees that I’m awake, he gives me a gentle smile and kisses my forehead.

My heart thuds heavily in my chest, very awake now that I’m swooning over forehead kisses.

He pulls back the covers and I open my arms to him. He crawls right in, his head on my chest and my arms around his shoulders.

“How’d it go?” I ask. “With Rodolphus?”

“Bit underwhelming,” he answers. His voice is a little muffled because his face is half-buried in my boob. “I just waited until he was drunk enough. Didn’t take long.”

“That’s a relief,” I sigh. 

“What’s a relief is you not being seen,” he says, sounding irritated and impressed. “Had you been there the entire time?”

“I only came in when your brother and Hermione left.”

He exhales heavily and his head shakes a bit. “I’m sorry you had to hear all of that.”

I think for a second, then I chuckle. “I’ve definitely said way worse to myself, don’t worry. They can say all they want, but I did get absolutely railed tonight, so…”

His shoulders shake under my hands with silent laughter. “Yes, that’s true,” he says after he can take a breath. “I’m surprised you haven’t any questions regarding the articles about you.”

“The ones demanding my release?”

“Yes.”

“Well, isn’t it up to you? It’s not like the cops can come and take me away, right?”

His arms tighten over mine, his leg hiking over my thigh. “No one can take you from me,” he says darkly. “I won’t let them.”

I’m stunned by the intensity of his words. New year, new Thomus, I guess. My fingers start to comb through his hair, which does its job to calm both him and me. 

Tonight’s been a big night for us. The whole thing with Rodolphus, the meeting, and let's not forget he more or less admitted to having feelings for me, to caring about me more than he should.

The problem is that I want it so… so bad. The whole thing with Rodolphus could've went much worse if he didn't trust me to handle myself. He went to so much trouble to sneak me in here to be able to kiss me for New Years. He even defended me in front of a roomful of his peers and superiors. Like, how else am I supposed to feel? How am I not supposed to want more when I've been gifted a taste of what I've always wanted? This has to be the universe's form of punishing me.

For now, I kiss his temple and drape my arms over his shoulders to hold him tighter, dreading the day I can't.

[twisted-dork]

A Sister Fighting In A War In Her Brother's Armor II Horse and the Infant

So I basically know nothing about the Odyssey other than the stuff I find out from Epic so if that's not your cup of tea the I'm sorry. But I suggest you make your own version of this AU if you want. Just wanted to give that warning to people who know more about the Odyssey, now onto the story!!!

I am using the amazing Gigi animatic to use as imagery for this part of the story heres the link in case the video isn't working www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXeYVV1zcUc

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10 years later…

It had been 10 years of war, 10 years of fighting, 10 years of bloodshed…Ctimene had lost communication with Penelope in the first year. She could only imagine the shock and worry of her brother and mother…but hopefully that’ll end soon. She has been able to keep her true identity a secret from the rest of the 600 men other than her husband and Polites (even though at the most she’s only been able to grow some fuzz of facial hair but) now maybe one more battle and they’ll be able to return home to Ithaca this has to work.

Ctimene was sitting in the wooden horse taking deep breaths, to anyone else it would have smelt disgusting but she’d grown used to the pungent smell of sweating men…and blood so much blood, and even more would be shed if this plan went accordantly. She stood up lighting a torch to let the soldiers see her as she told them each what part they played in her plan while putting on Odysseus’ armor.

“Alright my brothers, listen closely 

Tonight we make the Trojans pay 

Ten years of war, they've killed us slowly 

But now we'll be the ones who slay”

“Think of your wives and your children 

Your families wonder where you've been 

They're growing old and yet you're still here 

Do what I say and you'll see them again”

(Yes sir) 

“Diomedes will lead the charge 

Agamemnon will flank the guards 

Menelaus will let our mates through the gates to take the whole city at large 

Teucer will shoot any ambush attack 

And Little Ajax will stay back 

Nestor, secure Helen and protect her 

Neo, avenge your father, kill the brothers of Hector”

(Yes sir)

“Find that inner strength now

Use that well of pride 

Fight through every pain now 

Ask yourself inside” 

“What do you live for?

What do you try for?

What do you wish for?

What do you fight for?” 

(What do you live for?) 

(What do you try for?) 

(What do you wish for?) 

(What do you fight for?)

Ctimene is then taken into a flashback to when she last saw her family Ody, Pen, and Telemachus…

“Odysseus 

Penelope 

And Telemachus 

I fight for us 

I fight for us”

“Ody, Pen 

(What do you try for?) 

Telemachus 

(What do you wish for?) 

I'm on my way 

(What do you fight for?) 

Attack!”

At her command, they busted out and the battle started with her soldiers attacking the Trojans. Ctimene was fighting against one using her shield to block the attack before knocking the spear out of his hands and using her shield to knock him out. She began to climb the wall when she was near the top she looked at the battle her soldiers were winning. When she got to the top she saw a monstrous soldier about to attack her she tried to block it but she felt nothing.

“Who was that?”

That’s when Ctimene heard an eagle cry she looked up and saw the one god she prayed she’d never encountered and all she could think was ‘Fuck! Zeus, please don’t know I’m a woman! What am I thinking he’s a horny god of course he probably knows but I do not want to sleep with him!’ 

“A vision 

Of what is to come, cannot be outrun 

Can only be dealt with right here, and now” 

‘Oh thank you, Ares, Grandpa Hermes, or Lady Hera whoever made it that he doesn’t know!’

“Tell me how”

“I don't think you're ready 

A mission 

To kill someone's son 

A foe who won't run 

Unlike anyone you have faced before”

“Say no more 

I know that I'm ready” 

“I don't think you're ready”

When Ctimene burst through the door she prepared to be faced with the monstrous soldier from the vision but instead, she was faced with…an infant? She lowered her spear but was still cautious as she approached the baby sleeping peacefully in the cot. It’s no wonder the sounds of the battle outside were faintly heard because of the walls.

“It's just an infant 

It's just a boy 

What sort of imminent threat does he pose, that I cannot avoid?”

“This is the son of none other than Troy's very own Prince Hector 

Know that he will grow from a boy to an avenger 

One fueled with rage as you're consumed by age 

If you don't end him now, you'll have no one left to save 

You can say goodbye to (Penelope) 

You can say goodbye to (Penelope)” 

‘Yeah fuck no I’m negotiating.’ Ctimene grabbed the infant from its cot as she tried to negotiate with the god/eagle.

“I could raise him as my own

(he will burn your house and throne) 

Or send him far away from home

(he'll find you wherever you go) 

Make sure his past is never known

(the gods will make him know)” 

‘How would he do that if I’m not the heir?… Okay, either Ody is dead which is unlikely or this prophecy was for him but since I’m the one who’s being given that means it’s likely to not come true. But I can’t let him know I’m not Odysseus.’ Ctimene begrudgingly (because it’s Zeus so of course it feels wrong to get down on your knees for him but he’s also a god so you kind of have to) got down on her knees to hopefully convince the god/eagle to spare the infant’s life.

“I'd rather bleed for you, down on my knees for ya

(he's bringing you down on your knees)

I'm begging please

(this is the will of the gods)”

“Please don't make me do this, don't make me do this”

“The blood on your hands is something you won't lose”

“All you can choose is whose”

Ctimene watched with horror (which was actually disbelief) at the god/eagle as another flash of lightning came down making the god/eagle vanish leaving Ctimene alone with the infant in her arms. She could only wonder what she should do. What do the fates have in store for her?

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[louellaby]

FORGET-ME-NOT

REPLACED!MC AU

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W A R N I N G

May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.

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PROLOGUE | CHAPTER I | CHAPTER II | CHAPTER III | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER IV | CHAPTER V | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER VI | CHAPTER VII | CHAPTER VIII | CHAPTER IX | CHAPTER X | LOUE'S LETTER | EPILOGUE

C H A P T E R I X

「 Happy Birthday, Dear Lady Soley 」

The day arrived when everyone was to surprise Soley for her birthday. It became a huge surprise indeed when an unexpected storm came to greet her as well. The winds were lashing; trees were almost to the point of snapping in half. The rain kept pouring. One could barely see through it.

Needless to say, the lady was not happy.

"I'm sorry we couldn't hold your party outside just as we planned, Soley.."

"Yeah, we even set up a treasure hunt since you love those... but I think all the clues are now either soaked by the rain or blown away by the harsh wind."

"They're definitely gone by now if the trees could barely keep themselves grounded."

The girl was standing near the window, back faced towards the brothers who worried about her continued silence. She pressed her hand against the glass, eyes never leaving the scene outside. The brothers noticed the scowl on her face from her faint reflection. It seemed like she was cursing the rain, the wind, and everything else. Including them.

"Soley?" Lucifer took the steps none of his brothers dared, and he placed a hand on the girl's head. She slowly looked up at him after a minute, frown gone and replaced with a teary expression.

"Lucifer," she croaked, "... is my birthday ruined now? Are we not going to celebrate it anymore?"

The demon's brows twitched before he stroked her head ever so gently; just as he did to someone else all those months ago.

"I will speak with Diavolo and see what we can do. Don't worry, Soley. We will make sure you get your special day."

Soley wiped away the tears from her eyes and showed the eldest a slight smile.

"Thank you, Luci."

Some of the brothers exchanged glances, which Soley didn't pick up on. Lucifer was hiding them well from her view. He smiled back at her with a nod before giving orders to his brothers to behave themselves and take care of Soley until his return from the castle. No one argued with him about going through the storm despite its severity. They all knew it needed to happen.

"A faraway mansion?!"

Lucifer has returned from the Demon Lord's Castle to the House of Lamentation, bearing good news for Soley, who jumped in surprise upon hearing them.

"Yes, that's right," Lucifer nodded his head in response as his brothers offered him a towel to dry himself off. "Diavolo has built a vacation mansion months ago at the edge of the Devildom where he frequently tampers with the environment. There, he can guarantee that no foul weather will spoil your day."

"Then what are we waiting for?! Let's go now before my birthday is over!"

Lucifer turned to his brothers and told everyone to pack their bags and meet back in the entrance hall. There was no arguing. Everyone did as they were told.

Upon arriving at the mentioned mansion, Soley was in awe. It wasn't enough for the building to be called a mansion as it looked more like a castle. The walls were made of bricks of the darkest colour, yet they give off a pearly shine when basked in the moon's glow. The moat around the structure was surprisingly clear and filled with rare fish that had the same hue as the moon. The inside of the building was beautifully decorated with banners, flags, and different kinds of flowers from all three worlds.

Soley loved every bit of it.

Except for a specific bloom displayed as the main theme of the beautiful arrangements in each and every vase. Its blue-ish hue irritated the lady for reasons unknown to her and the rest of the group.

"Lucifer," Soley called out to the demon. They were all walking around the halls to get themselves familiar with the layout. The six youngest brothers were walking ahead, talking amongst themselves.

Lucifer, with his arms crossed, turned his gaze from the beautiful paintings on the walls to the girl whose stare made him raise his eyebrow. "What is it?" He asked in wonder.

"While we were on our way here, you told us Lord Diavolo had the place decorated especially for our arrival, right?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"I'm quite certain I previously gave you a list of my favourite things, including my beloved types of flowers— and let me tell you, forget-me-nots are not one of them."

The Avatar of Pride looked to where the lady was pointing. He was about to open his mouth in reply until everyone stopped in their tracks when they reached the great hall. They all heard footsteps coming from the balcony just above the doors they had entered.

"Oh my, it's not polite to complain about decorations someone else worked on, my lady. Especially at a place you don't even own."

"But you seem to be satisfied with everything else, so you don't know how happy I am to know how much you're enjoying yourself."

The birthday girl's eyes widened in horror as soon as she heard the very same voice she dreaded ever hearing again.

Quickly spinning on her heels, she met the mocking gaze of another human. You.

"I wish you a happy birthday, dear Lady Soley."

「 CHAPTER VIII | CHAPTER X 」

[amethyst-halo]

can you tell us more about the popdwap au?

yea sure!!!

the gist of it is that it's a floyd doesn't leave au to start. when the bros break apart and stuff he can't bring himself to set out right away, and then he just sorta never gets to leaving until rosiepuff gets taken by bergens. when she does, he gets a little freaked out about his ability to protect branch on his own, and decides the two of them should leave the tree. he's been saving up to take on a solo career, and doesn't make the choice lightly; he doesn't know if and when the escape tunnels will be finished and he doesn't feel like they can stick around anymore.

floyd and branch spend a while traveling around the troll territories, meeting the different trolls around as floyd figures out his solo career's details. most of the other trolls are a little skeptical of them, since they're pop trolls, but they either leave them alone or warm up to them since they're just kids. they end up settling in the rock kingdom for a little while, where floyd makes his start, to give branch some stability.

it's very much a shitty position, though; floyd is 14 when they set out on their own, forced into a single guardian position and essentially losing his teen years. it doesn't help that branch is struggling to understand why their brothers left, often asking floyd where they went and if they really loved them and stuff like that. the first time he asks one of those, floyd decides he isn't forgiving his brothers, at least not easily. this attitude rubs off on branch very quickly, alongside the growing guilt as he comes to realize how fucked up it is that they're living that way so young.

meanwhile, clay returns to the tree just in time for the escape. he quickly finds viva, who doesn't know about floyd or branch's whereabouts, but she does know about rosiepuff being taken which she relays. they stick with everyone and get out the other side, helping trolls as best as they can. when peppy comes out, viva asks immediately about poppy.

peppy reaches into his hair, and finds that poppy is missing. viva immediately bolts back into the tunnels with clay right behind her.

she calls for her sister to no avail for a while, and clay starts trying to urge her back out because he knows they won't find her, but viva refuses. until the ceiling begins to crumble, and clay has to shove her out of the way, getting hit on the head in the process. with no way forward and a definitely concussed friend, viva turns back.

poppy's okay though!!! she gets found by a troll and ends up as a putt putt troll :)

clay and viva help start building the new pop village, leaning on each other since they both "lost" their siblings. viva becomes queen sooner than poppy, since she's 12-13 years older, so she's already queen by movie 1 timeframe. this is sorta where i haven't figured everything out yet; ik the movies happen but i dont have details ;v;

viva is definitely a lot like poppy; she's excitable and loves to throw parties and scrapbook, and braiding hair is still her way of telling others she likes them. since she has more time to be queen by the time the movies hit, she's a little more settled into her role and a little less sensitive to criticism.

clay steps up as her right hand man, helping her organize plans and keeping track of literally anything involving numbers and safety. he's still very set on being the serious one, but he can't help but be a little silly here and there. in his free time, i think he'd like to write books!

at sooome point floyd and branch end up moving to mt. rageous for both floyd's solo career and branch's restarting music career. they end up rooming with my oc rosewood! she's chill she's also a solo artist lmao

at another point floyd and branch end up going to a gig at vaycay island, only to discover bruce runs the biggest restaurant there with his wife. bruce is excited to see them, but they aren't that happy to see him considering he'd left them. their interactions are short and cold at best. still deciding on if floyd gets to rip into him about leaving bc he definitely deserves to

floyd does still get caught by velvet and veneer; branch is also almost caught, barely getting away in time. he enlists rosewood's help in finding a way to get to him, which he does, but he figures out he can't get floyd out of there without help. after spending an agonizing month or so trying to come up with literally any other plan, branch gives in and goes looking for his brothers for the perfect family harmony. he gets clay first, then john dory while on the way to bruce's. they get lost on the way back to mt rageous and end up by the golf course, where viva finds poppy is alive!

eeexcept she doesn't remember viva at all. and when viva starts to explain what happened, the memories flood back and overwhelm her, causing her to flee.

but poppy isn't in charge of the putt putts, it turns out. it's actually a much older grandma rosiepuff, who managed to escape the bergens and wound up with the separated trolls. of course, clay and bros are ecstatic to see her, clay and branch especially, and she asks about floyd which they fill her in on. rosie's in no shape to help save him, so she makes them promise to come back once they get him out of there.

on their way out, poppy comes back and decides she's going with them. she's apprehensive, and insists to viva she wants to figure everything out at her own pace, which viva is all for.

when the brothers start fighting on the road, branch is quick to get angry, saying he thought they'd have better priorities after 20 years. viva sides with him quickly, especially getting at clay for wanting his brothers back for 2 decades only to start fighting again almost immediately.

and againnnn i don't have anything else figured out but its kinda this a/b/c plot with viva and clay to branch and floyd to poppy over the course of like. 20+ years!

yea thats what i got so far!!! wahoo!!!!!

[mayflowers515]

(My Wholesome Cartoon AU) Smiling Critters Relationship Chart

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(credits to @valentinbelleyh505 for the template)

If the lines are too much, here is more elaboration on the relationships here! :)

🧡☀️DogDay's Views on Everyone☀️🧡

Bubba = Friends

Kickin = Friends

Picky = Friends

CatNap = BFFs + Family-Like Relation

Hoppy = Friends

Crafty = Like + Friends + Crush

Bobby = Friends + Like

DogDay gets along with everyone! He finds the good in all of his friends and will always help them with whatever is troubling them. He is particularly close with CatNap, as they have been best friends for a long time. They understand each other a lot and when CatNap is seen, DogDay is usually with him! He also gets along really well with Bobby since both are very friendly and often see the good in people. I can imagine them giving each other pep talks encouraging the other a lot despite literally facing similar problems lol- DogDay also really likes Crafty. He admires her talents and isn't afraid to let her know that he does. He seemed to kinda gain a bit of a crush on her overtime. He doesn't really plan on telling her for a while, though. Feelings can be confusing sometimes =v='

💙💡Bubba Bubbaphant's Views on Everyone💡💙

DogDay = Friends

Kickin = Family-Like Relation + Friends

Picky = Friends

CatNap = Friends + Neutral

Hoppy = Neutral + Friends

Crafty = Friends + Family-Like Relation

Bobby = Neutral + Friends

Bubba is often viewed as a familial figure in the group. He just has the dad/older brother energy, what can I say? Bubba places high value on helping his friends and cares about them a lot. He doesn't always get click with everyone, though. Particularly in the case of Critters like Hoppy due to her impulsiveness and Bobby because of her tendency to sometimes think overly emotionally at times. The older brother energy I mentioned earlier did have an effect on some of his friends. For Kickin, he and Bubba just overtime started to have a bromance. Bubba normally would've seen him as neutral had it not been for this, but for some reason he can't explain, he gained a soft spot for the chicken. In the case of Crafty, they are both interested in learning in different capacities. Their contrasting interests behind the academia makes them bounce off each other well, and Bubba sees Crafty like a sister as a result.

💛⭐KickinChicken's Views on Everyone⭐💛

DogDay = Friends

Bubba = Family-Like Relation + Friends

Picky = Family-Like Relation + Friends + Neutral

CatNap = Friends + Neutral

Hoppy = BFFs + Crush

Crafty = Neutral + Friends

Bobby = Friends

No matter how big Kickin's ego may be, he will never deny his friends. He cares about all of them and gives each of them their own kind of attention (with his energy being added in that mix of course). His energy does kind of clash with Critters like CatNap and Crafty, however, as they are much more reserved and not too showy. Kickin gained an unexplained bromance with Bubba. He tends to nag Bubba a lot like a younger brother, and Bubba usually has to scold him whenever he gets too over his head. Despite their differences, they both have soft spots with each other. Kickin also sees Picky like a sibling, but they have this kinda chaotic sibling energy if yk what I mean- They randomly beef with each other sometimes. He gets along the best with Hoppy due to both being active and sharing similar interests. Kickin is used to being teased by Hoppy, but he doesn't mind it from her and even does it back at her out of friendly rivalry. Maybe also feels that way because he gained a bit of a crush on her... He'd rather spare his image and not tell anyone, but it's more obvious than he means it to be, so...

🩷🍎PickyPiggy's Views on Everyone🍎🩷

DogDay = Friends

Bubba = Friends + Like

Kickin = Family-Like Relation + Friends + Neutral

CatNap = Neutral + Friends

Hoppy = Friends

Crafty = Friends

Bobby = BFFs + Family-Like Relation

She is generally pretty friendly towards everyone. The only one she isn't as close with is CatNap, but that's mainly because she doesn't interact with him as often. Though she still treats him well like her other friends :> She is particularly close with Bobby, as they have both been in similar situations before officially being a part of the Critters friend group. They see each other as sisters in a sense. Picky's friendship with Kickin is a little complicated, however. They both still get along, but in the sense of a slightly chaotic brother and sister duo. They have random beef over each others' antics at times and are prone to teasing each other over silly things.

💜🌙CatNap's Views on Everyone🌙💜

DogDay = BFFs + Like + Family-Like Relation

Bubba = Neutral + Friends

Kickin = Neutral + Friends

Picky = Neutral + Friends

Hoppy = Neutral + Friends

Crafty = Friends

Bobby = Friends + Neutral

CatNap is by far the Critter with the most neutral friendships out of everyone. Since he's barely awake to the usual antics of the day and his more antisocial behavior, he just isn't very close with a lot of people. There are some exceptions, however, such as with DogDay. The two have been best friends for a long time, and CatNap feels DogDay understands him the most out of everyone. He's also closer with Crafty compared to the other Critters, too. They are both more reserved and are pretty chill a lot of the time (except the times when Crafty's in a panic, in which CatNap usually helps her just like anyone else in those scenarios). He's also slightly less neutral towards Bobby because of her desire to understand everyone regardless of their quirks, which CatNap finds some comfort in.

💚⚡Hoppy Hopscotch's Views on Everyone⚡💚

DogDay = Friends

Bubba = Neutral + Friends

Kickin = BFFs + Crush

Picky = Friends + Like

CatNap = Neutral + Friends

Crafty = Neutral + Friends

Bobby = Friends

Hoppy is very outgoing and friendly with her buddies, but she may feel neutral towards those more reserved compared to her. To her, it's harder to find common ground with friends like CatNap and Crafty due to their contrasting hobbies. She also doesn't always get along with Bubba because of her impulsiveness contrasting his more usual level-headed approaches. She gets along best with Kickin because they are both active and have similar personalities. However, like Picky, she is prone to teasing Kickin a lot, but in her case, it's more of in the sense of the friendly rivalry they have with each other and wanting to challenge each other. Hoppy also doesn't seem to realize Kickin got a crush on her, or the fact that she took a liking towards him, too. Ah well... =v='

🩵🌈CraftyCorn's Views on Everyone🌈🩵

DogDay = Friends + Like

Bubba = Friends + Family-Like Relation

Kickin = Neutral + Friends

Picky = Friends + Neutral

CatNap = Friends

Hoppy = Neutral + Friends

Bobby = BFFs + Like

Crafty is pretty shy and a little bit distant, but that doesn't stop her from getting along. She may feel a little less close to friends like Kickin and Hoppy because of their personalities being so opposite from each other. Despite this, she does like DogDay. He is always so kind and encouraging to her, and she admires his leadership. She isn't aware he developed a bit of a crush on her, though. She also views Bubba like a brother because of their similar interests and the way they bounce off each other. She is best friends with Bobby because they both appreciate life's smallest details in similar ways. They would definitely get along and make gifts together!

❤️❤️Bobby BearHug's Views on Everyone❤️❤️

DogDay = Friends + Like

Bubba = Friends + Like

Kickin = Friends + Like

Picky = BFFs + Family-Like Relation

CatNap = Friends + Like

Hoppy = Friends + Like

Crafty = BFFs + Like

Not much to elaborate on for Bobby since she has a lot of the same feelings towards everyone. She gets along with all of her friends and admires each and every one of them for who they are. She especially gets along with Picky and Crafty. Picky because the the two have met before the friend group got together and see each other like sisters in a sense. Crafty because they both share an appreciation to putting value on everything, and I can see them working on gifts together :)

Extra notes:

I personally don't see anybody as hating each other. The worst I'd see is possibly potentially dislike towards some Critters, but it isn't anything major that would threaten their friendships. In fact, all of them, despite their views on each other, still see each other as friends. They couldn't imagine their little group being completed without one another <3

Also, in terms of those with crushes, their interactions would still be more platonic as I don't see them being OVERLY romantic with each other in the AU. They can still express their love in other ways, though! (And if there's different opinions regarding ships, that's fine too. Just please nothing inappropriate. They're children... T^T) As for those in the "like" category, that doesn't really have anything to do with crushes. It more of represents admiration if anything. At least that's what I think of it anyway-

Possibly some more elaboration on some Critters' relationships with each other in the future, but for rn, this should hopefully get a good understanding as for their dynamics with each other in my AU! Also hope to exercise these dynamics more in scenarios :)

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[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

I sent an ask earlier and I am so sorry for spamming but I've been having brain worms for the Kaiju!au.

Like we sad Vargas and Kalim being all friendly but imagine little baby Cheka playing with Yuu.

Also, just imagine Cater, Vil, or Rook doing dancing from some music player that Yuu found. Which also makes me ask if they get their own little hideaway for their human buisness. (God Crowley when his hatchling leave the nest...)

And finally, when Yuu finally gets to cook, meat or fish, are the Boys gonna try to demand they have some. I just imagine Yuu giving a piece to grim and his pupils blow out from how good it is....and then words goes around and it's all over for any peaceful cooking with Yuu.

I'm actually in the process of answering that one! I just gotta figure out a few scenarios for it to make it fun~! >v< And please don't worry about spamming me with asks if you have ideas or thoughts you wanna share about my AUs! I love receiving these kind of asks! :D

Putting under a read more because I got a little carried away 😂

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Oooh my goodness, someone teach lil’ kaiju Cheka to be gentle with the tiny human! X’D To be honest, I almost didn't put him or Falena in the AU...buuuuut now that I think about it, that would be a crime against adorableness, and I will not stand for this! Ò.Ó I shall rectify this~!

In the AU, Cheka would be a little bigger than Grim would be in terms of height. Not quite twice his height, but still pretty big! Now imagine the lil’ ragamuffin sweetheart just trotting along with Yuu perched on his back, playfully marching across a log bridge with Grim trotting behind singing “Hakuna Matata” while Ruggie and Jack have to keep an eye on them (because we know Leona would be taking a nap and hiding from his nephew even in this AU). The only difference between this version of the two is that whenever Cheka pounces on his uncle in a play fight, Leona actually will react as though he got hurt to encourage the hunting instinct.

Hey, he may not be happy having his nephew bugging him, but he knows it’s important to know how to survive (and he’d never hear the end of it from his brother or his brother’s mate)!

When it comes to doing “human business”, it’s agreed that there is a need for privacy even amongst kaiju, so if the human disappears for a short time behind a rock or in a bush, it’s not going to be questioned by curious kaiju. Luckily Yuu won’t have to worry about poison oak or poison ivy! Most of the poisonous plants that can cause an itchy reaction are too high up for them to reach, so it’s mainly the kaiju who would experience the terrible itchy curse. Good thing they’ve got Crewel to mix up some natural medicine for them—good luck making most of them take it though! XD

Anyway, moving on: music! One of the best ways to soothe the soul and calm the savage beast. When Yuu manages to get near one of the other abandoned facilities and gets to explore it with Grim (who is literally the only one small enough to fit inside with them), it was actually Grim who stumbled across a music player. He thought it was some weirdly shaped snack or chew toy.

This resulted in a bit of a tug-of-war between Yuu and Grim, and now Yuu has a new (slightly chewed) music player! Let’s see how it transpired and what resulted afterwards, shall we?

//

“Let’s see…junk, junk, trash…wow, did they really even leave anything worth using in this place?”

Digging around in the pile, Yuu sighed as they sat back and stared at the room. Of course, this place had been ransacked already…though by who exactly was unclear, but it seemed like things had been torn apart and whatever components or guts the tech had before was now gone. But there had to be something they could use in this place, right?

Crunch!

“Pleh!”

“Grimfang, no! Stop trying to eat the plastic you lil’ gargoyle!” Yuu scolded, sighing as Grimfang spat out a few shards that got stuck in his teeth. “Ugh…one of these days you’re going to eat something you shouldn’t, you know that? Don’t come crying to me when you get a tummy ache.”

He shook his head with a snort, giving Yuu a look that suggested he was offended by the very notion that he might get a tummy ache…or at least, that’s how Yuu interpreted it. It was odd how expressive the kaiju seemed to be, seeming almost…human-like in a way, though sometimes Yuu wondered if it was just their mind humanizing them to have company.

“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Turning back, Yuu scanned the wreckage to try and find something they could at least bring back. Even a writing utensil would do! “Okay…maybe we should try the next room and see what we can find.”

As they turned to go, they heard the familiar sound of tooth scraping against metal and sighed. What has he found this time?

“Grim, if I have to pull another pipe out of your gullet again, I’m gonna-” Yuu began before freezing, eyes growing wide at the familiar shape between Grim’s paws as he tried to gnaw on the corner: a music player. “H-hey, hey! No! Grim! Drop it!”

“Rrraowl!” he rumbled in response, his paws pulling the player into his chest fur protectively.

“Grimfang, no! That’s not a chew toy—hey! Get back here, you malevolent little gargoyle!!”

“Nyaarr!!”

“GRIIIIIM!!!!”

//Later//

The sound of static filled the den as Yuu sat in the nest, using Grimfang’s side as a pillow while they fiddled with the large and heavy music player. It had been one helluva chase around the facility, but eventually they triumphed and claimed their prize! Aside from a slight chewing on the frame, the kaiju’s fangs hadn’t really penetrated the shell and everything seemed to be in working order. To their disappointment though, they couldn’t get a radio signal no matter how many buttons they pushed or how much they turned the dial.

“Hey, MIRA? Does this island have any sort of radio signal or something?” they asked the computer around their wrist. “I can’t get anything on this player.”

“Greetings, Uhm Yuu. Answer: negative. This particular system cannot receive the signals from radio transmissions. Due to the nature of the island and its inhabitants, it is difficult to build and maintain any semblance of a tower to transmit signals across the terrain, requiring different methods to communicate with other facilities.”

“Darn it! So that means I can’t do anything with this hunk of junk?”

“Negative. As it is in proximity, I am able to access the system wirelessly and play music from the database.”

Eyes growing wide, Yuu asked, “There’s a music database…?”

“Affirmative. I have access to a wide selection of music from all manner of media pre-downloaded from the Dark Mirror Server. Dr. Willows was an avid enjoyer of music and always kept an up-to-date selection for her playlists to aid in her work. Would you like to create your own playlists?”

“Yes!”

“Mrr…?”

//End Scene//

And thus began Yuu’s task to set up their musical playlists…much to the kaiju’s confusion even when Grim tried to explain what he could translate. For the most part, they just figured it was a weird human thing…until Yuu played the first song. Was it some beautiful, soothing song, or an excitable bop that made them excited? Nope. It was neither: what was meant to be a fun introduction to a song turned into what essentially boils down to a warped death metal demonic screech and garbled static. The sound was so terrifying that Grimfang looked like a puffy ball of daggers, and Nevermore flared up his wings like some puffy shield in a panic.

That’s why it’s important to check the volume of the music before you play it first!

It was after that when Yuu noticed a difference in the kaiju when they played certain songs—namely instrumentals. For some like Pridefang, they noticed how much more relaxed he was when harp music was playing, while when it came to wind based music like flutes or chimes, Crystalflayer/Vil would croon and sing along and the more canine-like kaiju would practically fall asleep.

Then there were the silly moments with the music.

When Goldmaker/Kalim was visiting, Yuu was playing the song “Cus I’m Happy” at random…when they noticed the shiny beetle/dragon kaiju doing the tippy-tap dance like a dog on all six legs, bouncing here and there in time to the music like a kid jumping on the bed.

And then there was the time that Bruiser/Deuce and Feralfang/Epel were tugging on something that looked somewhat like a giant leather ball that had been popped (or at least, they thought it was a ball, though it could be a bit of carcass too). It didn’t seem like they were fighting over food and more like they were just…playing. It wasn’t until they had stood frozen in place for a moment that Yuu played the song “Cotton Eyed Joe”—

And they both tugged in time to the beat. (A/N: click link for doggos in reference to the song/scene!)

Aaaah, the joys of music!

Now as for the food, as good as fruit and the vegetables were, it was a little harder to find sources of protein that were safe for human consumption on the island…or at least, sources that didn’t want to eat or swallow them whole or were out of reach. Plus, they had a continuous source of fresh meat brought to them and Grimfang throughout the day with no hassle. They just needed a way to…prepare it.

When Yuu manages to light a fire in a makeshift firepit (guided by MIRA’s survival database), Nevermore was certainly surprised to find that his hatchling had finally accepted the meat offering and confused at what they were doing with it near the fire. It’s incredibly rare for any kaiju to actually “cook” their meat, and whatever constitutes as cooked meat would be little more than chewy charcoal, so if it turns out that’s what the little human likes then so long as they eat their fruits and veggies, he’ll allow it.

//

“Aaaaand…done!” Yuu uttered, tugging one of the sticks bearing individual chunks out of the ground. They could feel the juices from the meat that had dripped down the makeshift skewer, forcing them to take care as they adjusted it in their grip to avoid the hot parts before they took a tentative bite.

Just like the fruit, the meat was tender and full of flavor as the juices dripped down their chin with each bite. It wasn’t perfect, but it was so good to have a cooked meal again that Yuu didn’t care. They’d even been lucky to find a wall of salt when they’d gone exploring with Grimfang, so at least the meat had a little extra flavor to it! MIRA had mentioned before that the island had many herbs and spices that could be used for cooking. If they could get a hold of some of these, then their meals would be so much more fulfilling!

Curious sniffing caught their attention as they turned to see Grimfang, cerulean eyes staring at the chunks still cooking on the sticks around the fire. He’d long since finished his portion, so there was no way that he should still be hungry…right?

“Mrrlh?” he grumbled, carefully pawing at the dirt near one of the sticks but not actually touching it before giving Yuu a look.

“No, this is mine. You had yours already,” Yuu told him, turning their attention back to their food.

“Prrrrrr…”

‘…oh no…’ Slowly they turned their attention back to Grimfang…and immediately they found themselves struck by the biggest, brightest pair of kitten eyes they’d ever seen, the kaiju’s forelegs curling up to his chest as he rolled over onto his side to reveal his soft, fluffy tummy. ‘…darn it, why did I have to watch those kitten videos around him!?’

His paws began to open and close, mimicking the kneading motion that the kittens in the video had done earlier.

“…augh! Fine! But just this once, got it?” Yuu said, heaving a sigh as they took another stick out of the ground and—after playing hot-potato with the cooked flesh—tossed it into Grimfang’s waiting jaws with a snap. He was purring in triumph, giving Yuu a smug looking grin…

Before he froze, pupils growing so wide that they nearly engulfed the blue of his eyes. His whole body began to shiver, jaw slack as drool began to drip from his maw. Then—rearing back on his hind legs—his paws pressed against his cheeks as he swayed almost in pure bliss, a series of trills and chirps coming from him.

“Huh. Well, uh…glad you like my cooking, Gri—hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey! NO! Grim! You had yours, the rest are mine! Stoooop! Nevermore!!”

//The next day//

“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to cook some of this meat using the ingredients we just picked from the forest, and while the big hunk cooks on the spit, we’ll snack on the smaller pieces. This side is yours, and this side is mine. Got it so far?”

“Mrp!”

“Good. Don’t even think about stealing my share, or I’m never cooking anything again. Got it?”

“Myah!”

Shniff-shniff…

“Huh…? Wha-!? Scrapper, no! This is mine! I-wait, I-! What are you all even doing here!? Guys!”

//The next day//

“……did you guys know that Scrapper, Shellshock, Ashsong, and Heartbinder could even cook, or is this new?” Yuu asked, watching as Ashsong’s tentacles moved the herbs and spices across the cooking meat, Heartbinder’s claws and teeth ripping chunks off and handing them to the clover-marked Shellshock as he put them on skewers. Ashsong’s wings would occasionally flap, causing the flames to flare up with new life. Scrapper used his jaws to turn the makeshift spit that one of the kaiju had carved to turn the meat in a slow circle.

“Nyawr.”

“Thaaaat’s what I thought…more please!”

//

As it turns out, once the kaiju learn the secret to amazing food, it becomes one of the few things that keeps them from bickering and fighting and even have them cooperate together just to get a taste. It was a strange sight to see, and even MIRA commented that this was highly unusual behavior that hadn’t been recorded by scientists before. This raised far more questions than answers. Sure, the kaiju were dangerous, but they were intelligent.

Too intelligent…

[runningfrom2am]

achilles heel - V: red jetta

summary:

Grace is the very opposite of her brother in every way. when she finally moves onto campus at UNC Chapel Hill, she feels like she gets to be her own person, make her own friends, and hopefully start a promising career in the museum industry, and maybe, one day, get married to her high school sweetheart and live the American dream for herself. Rafe Cameron however, upon their very first meeting, throws a wrench in her very perfect plan.

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rafe cameron x fem!oc, rafe is giving very much homewrecker, fanon!rafe (kinda), college!au, friends to lovers, slow-burn (maybe?), minimal oc description, drug and alcohol use, mostly unedited, (these tags are not exhaustive, lmk if i should add anything!)

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January 25th, 2019

Grace dropped off the face of the earth for the two weeks that followed. Rotting away in her room, keeping up with readings as best as she could, but she truly struggled to even get out of bed. Her roommates would bring her food from the caf, and despite her not being extremely close with them they were so supportive. They'd all been through it before in a way that Grace never had. 

Ben had tried reaching out, and so did Rafe, a couple of times, but Grace would quickly delete them out of embarrassment that they even had to find out. That Rafe had to see her like that- he witnessed the whole thing, and she cringes at the idea of even having to look at him again. He was so sweet, though; he helped her get home, listened to her, and let her cry on his shoulder for what must have been hours. She ruined that party for him.

But enough is enough, and she has to get back into her classes. She can't sacrifice her GPA over Nate, and on some level she knows it will be healing for her if she does well despite him believing that he is so much smarter. She can rub a spot on the Dean's List in his face from a distance, if she must.

She'll go to class the next day. It's settled. She's making an effort to clean the mess that her room became, so unlike herself, when her roommate knocks on her door. "Grace? Can I come in?"

"Yeah." Grace answers, quickly throwing the trash in her hands into the bin next to her desk and facing the door as her friend walks in.

"Hey." She smiles sympathetically. "Woah, it looks great in here!" She says, looking around. 

Grace laughs a little bit, looking at the piles of clothes on the floor she's yet to clean up. "Well, not exactly.. I'm just trying to organize a bit before classes this week."

"Oh, you're going? That's great." She smiles. "Uh, there's some guy here to see you- not Nate." She quickly assures her and Grace furrows her brows, thinking on it for a second. 

"Ben?"

"He didn't tell me his name." She shrugs. "Should I tell them you're busy?'

"No, no. It's fine. Lord knows I need to socialize a little bit. It's just my brother, anyway." Grace chuckles, putting her slippers on to walk out to their shared living room as her friend leaves, laughing with her.

"She's coming." She hears her roommate say before returning to her own room.

Grace takes a deep breath before leaving her room, closing the door, and walking out towards their entryway. She freezes when she sees it's not her brother, but Rafe standing there instead. He looks at her and smiles a little awkwardly. "Hey. Just thought I'd come check on you, it's been a while." 

"Oh, hi." Grace says, returning the smile, her whole body flooding with the rush of embarrassment as she gets flashbacks to what happened weeks before. "Thank you, I'm doing alright." She says, resisting the urge to look down and face the state of her pyjamas that she's been wearing for at least a week consecutively. 

"Want to go for a walk, or something? Get some fresh air?" Rafe asks after a moment. It surprises him how good she looks, not physically, but despite the bags around her eyes, she looks polished. Her hair is brushed, and her skin is still as clear as ever. If he didn't know what had been going on, he wouldn't have guessed.

Grace looks out the window behind her, seeing that it does look like a nice day, and the sun is about to set. With some warm clothes, a walk might be really nice. "Yeah, actually. That sounds nice. I'll just get dressed." She agrees, quickly turning and retreating back to her room. She dug through her closet to find something warm (and clean) to wear, throwing it on with a beanie before rushing back out. "So sorry to keep you waiting, I think I'm good."

"All good." Rafe smiles at her, opening the door for her as they walk out. "So, have you left your dorm at all the last couple weeks?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Uh, not really, no." Grace admits, cheeks turning red as she looks down. 

"I don't blame you. Breakups are shit." Rafe says, trying to make her feel comfortable. "Once, after my ex left me, I locked myself in my room for a week. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, couldn't do anything but smoke the pain away. Ask Kelce, it was hard to watch."

"Oh, I'm sorry you went through that..." Grace replies honestly. It makes Rafe nauseous, almost, how she's so instantly empathizing with him when she is actively going through the same thing. And having been a first-hand witness to her breakup, he is comfortable in the assumption that she is much worse off than he was. He just wanted her to see she wasn't truly alone.

"It's fine, I'm better for it." Rafe shrugs as they walk out of the building. "That was a couple years ago, so being sixteen, I was probably overreacting anyways, even if that was my first relationship."

"I don't think so." Grace shakes her head as she speaks quietly, Rafe having to lower his head to hear her properly. "It's scary, and sad... and lonely, a little bit."

"I agree, and I'm glad you mention that," Rafe nods, poking her arm gently with a smile. "Because I actually lied to you."

Grace looks up at him, confused now as they walk down the sidewalk. "I have a surprise for you, and we're not actually going on a walk." Rafe admits, smiling smugly at her as they continue walking.

"What is it?" Grace asks.

"You'll see." He smirks, and they continue down towards student parking.

When they get there, Rafe stops her by standing in front of her. "Stay here, I'll be right back." He grins and she nods still thoroughly confused as she watches him run into the bushes behind a few cars, coming back with a couple of plastic grocery bags.

"Now, which car is Nate's?" Rafe grins, holding the bags at his side and looking around the parking lot as he stands directly next to her.

"Uh, why?" Grace asks, leaning over to peek in the bags.

"We're gonna wreck it." Rafe answers proudly, smiling down at her now. "So which car is his?"

Grace thinks on it for a second, unsure if that's a good idea. She's never been one for revenge, but she would be lying to herself if she didn't admit she'd love to know Nate is facing some kind of karma. "Nothing like.. permanent, right?" She asks, just to clarify they can't get in any real trouble.

"No, 'course not." Rafe shakes his head, knowing full well he's got a bag of sugar with its final destination being Nate's gas tank, but he'll wait until Grace goes back inside for that. "Just thought we could vent our frustrations a little, it'll be totally harmless."

"Okay..." Grace agrees hesitantly, looking over to Nate's parking spot. "It's that one. The Jetta."

"Jeez," Rafe laughs, shaking his head. "Driving that ugly thing around is a crime in itself. He deserves this, honestly, he can’t get away with treating you like that. He’s a jerk, and you deserve better." He says, starting to make his way over to it and Grace is following close behind.

They approach the car and Rafe places the bags down, crouching down to dig out all the supplies he bought. Eggs, honey, peanut butter, grease paint, molasses, paint stripper, if Target had it, he bought it. "Pick your poison, Gracie. All you." He smiles, standing up and placing his hands on his hips, looking over at her. 

"Uh..." She looks back at the building they came from, silently assessing the odds that they'll be seen as she blushes from the nickname.

"You want me to go first? I don't mind." Rafe offers and she nods.

"Yeah, yeah sounds good." She whispers, watching him as he grabs the bottle of honey and opens it, squeezing its contents all over the windshield, a smile falling over his lips. She gasps and covers her mouth with her hands, but his smile is contagious, and she ends up giggling as she watches.

"C'mon." Rafe encourages her, nodding his head towards the bags. "It'll feel good."

Grace smiles and grabs a bag of flour, ripping it open and hesitating a bit before throwing a handful overtop of the honey coating the windshield.

"Grace, c'mon. You can do better than that." He insists, chuckling a little at her hesitation. "That asshole deserves worse than that."

Grace nods a little, more determined this time as she grabs more, throwing it all over the honey that Rafe coated the glass with. "He fucking loves this car, it's so ugly. I hate it. I've always hated it!" She's laughing as she continues.

"Yeah! Atta girl, fuck this shitty old car." Rafe laughs, smiling as he watches her loosen up. When he notices she's almost out of flour, he quickly returns to where everything was piled up on the ground, grabbing her the box of eggs. He doesn't want her to lose this momentum she's just picking up. He joins her side, holding the box open for her.

Grace breathes heavily, smiling and looking over her handiwork. "Here, don't stop now." Rafe smiles, and she takes one out of the box, taking a couple of steps back before throwing it at the front of the car. The egg's fragile shell breaks open and sprays its contents over the red paint of the vehicle, making Grace jump up and down a little bit with excitement. She's quick to grab another, and another, and another, effectively coating all sides of the car in raw egg.

By the time they think they're done, both of them are covered in the evidence of their crimes. They stand side by side in front of the mess-covered car, chests heaving with the energy they spent on the task as well as the adrenaline rushing through their veins. Particularly Grace. She's never done anything like this before, something bad. It felt so good. "I think it's missing something, hey?" Rafe asks, tilting his head as he examines the vehicle, now covered mostly in darkness after the sunset.

"What?" Grace asks, turning her head to look up at him. He's got flour and molasses stuck to his face, and she smiles a little to herself. He looks so much more relaxed than the Rafe she's used to, but she first saw this side of him at that party. Suddenly it's not such an embarrassing memory anymore.

"Write something on it." He suggests, his eyes returning to hers as he looks at her expectantly. 

"What do I write?" She giggles, looking between him and the car. Rafe just shrugs, gesturing for her to do it. 

Grace walks up to the car, leaning over to write across the windshield with her finger. When she's done, she steps back and looks up at Rafe for his approval.

"Oh, that'll piss him off. I like it." He laughs, giving her a high five.

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It Was So Wrong It Was Right [PT 2] - KTH & Y/N (Latina)

Summary: Y/N loved her twin sister and brother-in-law (KTH) more than life. She would do anything for their happiness; they were all she had after losing her parents. When her twin sister and brother-in-law (KTH) dream of starting a family together comes crumbling down, she can't say no when they ask for her help, even in the most unorthodox way. She'd never tell them no, even if it ruined her in the process. Labels: KTH / Latina Reader Insert | 2 Part One Shot AU, Angst, Smut, 18 + Unrequited Love, Psychological Distress | No editing Part one HERE | Master List |

PART 2 We held each other's gaze as I continued to suck on the vape pen nervously. I watched as he placed his whiskey cup on the dresser top and placed his bag down. He closed the gap between us, taking the vap from my hand and pulling the strings holding my robe together with the other. I couldn't look away from his eyes as I watched them drink me in. His eyes raked over my chest, my bare stomach, and to the second half of my babydoll. He continued to hit the vap, taking me in with his eyes. I couldn't help but suck in a breath when I felt his fingers grab at the thin straps of my purple-laced V-shaped thong. His fingers started at the ribbons at my hip, sliding down towards my center, pulling at the straps and letting them go with a snap. I hissed, his fingertips just hovering over my clothed pussy.

“Adri, picked this out for you I’m sure…”. I stilled at this statement. What could I say? It was true.  I closed my eyes as he neared me, his nose making contact at the base of my ear, scenting me in a deep breath through his nose, lips grazing my skin. My body trembled at the intimate touch of his nose and lips at the base of my ear and my neck. I knew I was also trembling at the anticipation of what would happen next. 

“Lavender, Fanckensce and Amber…my favorites just for me….”. I shuddered, feeling his warm breath and moist lips moving against my skin as he spoke, his voice, deep, low and sultry. I felt my skin tingling again as if tiny shocks were run up and down my body. I felt my core and my body rising in temperature and hot slick pooling at my now swollen lips. How embarrassing, he hadn't even properly touched me yet and I was already very very wet and damn near desperate. And it was all so, so fucking wrong. 

His eyes caught mine in his deep chocolate orbs, the pads of his fingertips padding softly against my clothed cunt sliding my silk robb down my shoulders the fabric poling at my feet.  Giving me more pressure, with his fingers my body responded more trembling with desire. Moving up and down the very wet thin lacy panties. 

“(groaning) fuck, who could of imaged just how fucking wet you are and I’ve barely touched you…so damn sensitive to me….”. I swallow hard feeling so hot and flush with his words. His moist lips opened and closed against my neck with slow sensual kisses.

“I want to touch you, feel inside of you so bad…y/n….can I touch you….?”, his voice near begging. 

“Tae, once you touch me we can’t go back from that.” my tone with inflection wondering if he was going to be ok with what was about to happen. 

“please stop talking, (kissing your neck) I just want to touch you so bad …y/n…please… ?” His lips moved against my neck with desperation, yet still being careful not to mark me. So no one would see. So no one would know what we have done but me, him, and her. I nearly buckled at the knees with the way he lavished my neck and the plea in his voice. 

“Then touch me, pleaseee, tae touch me. pleaseee” I near whisper, grabbing his head and pulling him into me as my lips press against the shell of his ear as I moan and beg. My voice or my words snapped him into action, giving me what I so desperately wanted.                                                                                                                                                          He slid his fingers into my dripping cunt, then circled them around, feeling tenderly the walls of my warmth as his lips started to move their assault down my neck. I couldn't control the loud guttural moan escaping me, causing me to throw my head back. His fingers felt so fucking good. Too fucking good. I felt my legs buckle, but he held me up. I couldn't help but have flashbacks to when we were young. When he was all I wanted during high school. How many times I fantasized what his lips would taste like, what his long fingers would feel like in my pussy, what it would be like to be warmed in his arms. And here I was with my one who got away, who is not mine but my sister. But tonight, he is mine. Tonight, it was just he and I, everything I ever wanted.

His lips fall to the swell of my breast bulging out of my lacy baby doll bra sucking hard and pressing his fingers in and out of me, faster and faster the squelching of his fingers rubbing against my soaked walls filling the room alongside our moans. I was panting heavily, moaning and shuddering.

“Fuck, Tae, uhhhng, I’m going to cum.”. I gasp feeling the tight coil at the base of my belly, the tingling sensation the throbbing of my wet pussy lips, it felt so fucking good, too fucking good.

“No, not yet….” he panted against my neck slowing the pace of his fingers, grabbing a fistful of my hair in his hand. I was his captive and I fucking loved it. I’d do anything at this point to please him. I felt him shove his fingers against my walls and snap my head back by my hair staring into my eyes as he used his body to walk me backward until the back of my legs hit the bed.

“I want to feel you come in my mouth….” he moaned into my neck guiding my body slowly down until my back hit the bedsheets with him hovering over me. My legs fell unconsciously wide open for him. 

“on my dick….”, his mouth ascending on my neck, hand still gripping my hair, hips grinding his hard erection against my open cunt.

“…and on my fingers…” eyes locked with mine as he kissed and sucked his way down the valley of my breast scraping his teeth over the lace covering my right nipple, fingers slipping right back inside my slick warmth. I arched my back feeling his warm wet mouth take my nipple, areola, and all into his mouth, sucking and licking. My hands gripped his hair as I gasped, rocking my hips into his hand, calling out to him.

“Ungg, Tae…more…please…I want more,” I was greedy and so needy for him. I felt the weed put my senses on overdrive. He continued to lavish my nipple, sucking, licking swirling, and scrapping with teeth. I felt my whole body seize on the verge of exploding.

“Asshole.” I jerked at his hair harshly as his fingers pulled away from my greedy cunt. My heart melted at the sound of his laughter that filled the room following my insult. He pulled away from my nipple. His eyes glazed over a goofy smile on his lips, I couldn’t help but laugh too.

“What…” I asked feeling breathless a pout forming in my mouth.

“You're so fucking cute when you're mad.”, I laugh more at this sudden shift to a light mood. I wriggle my hips that were pinned by his desperate for more of his touch. 

“I’m kind of hungry…” his eyes went dark, and I felt the mood shift again my hips never stopping my thrusting up to him. 

“And what I want is on the menu tonight…” I laugh and squeal at his cheesiness.

“No you just didn’t, I can’t stand you right now…”, I laugh enjoying this moment too much, my laughter causing me to squeeze my eyes shut. I felt his body shift as he was getting up. I stopped laughing, my eyes flashing wide open a gasp escaped from my mouth,  as I felt his hot red tongue lick a fat strip slowly over my laced-clad pussy dripping with my juices. I couldn't help but shudder as he continued to lick slowly over my swollen lips. Moan after moan filled the room at each slow lick followed by him lavishing my clit with his tongue swirling licking sucking. My whole body was trembling. He paused only for a moment to take off the laced thong then continued to worship my pussy with his mouth. My fingers laced into his hair grasping him tightly. His fingers soon joined pumping in and out my cunt my hips crashing against his mouth. I wanted more. When he came up for air I couldn't control myself jerking his head up with my hand my body bent down toward him. He knew what I wanted, our lips collide tongues dancing together, I whimpered into his mouth tasting myself inside his hot velvety mouth. I licked around his lips then sucked releasing with a pop and shoving him back down to my pussy.

“Fuck, Y/N I can come just from this…fuck your killing me…” He licked down my chest sucking my nipples again before continuing to devouring my cunt. Again shoving his fingers inside hitting all the right spots, hit teeth scraping against my clit, nipping at it the pressure sending me over the fucking edge. Incredible no man had ever used his teeth on my clit and I fucking loved it. I cried out his name, and grunted, my body thrashing underneath his mouth, he continued fingering me, sucking and nipping at my clit as I rid out my orgasm wave after wave of pure ecstasy. My chest heaving, I felt breathless.

“Oooh… fuck….no.noo.. (hissing) ahhhh….wait….ahh”, I watched him jump up quickly to his knees deep breathing to slow his breath. My eyes watched his face twist in agony, his cock angry red, hard, the tip dripping with pre cum.

“Ooo, fuck, I almost came….(sighing), that was close…” His lips spread into a coy smile a giggle spilling from my lips. I did that I couldn't help but think to myself.

He leaned down to kiss me gently. His mouth was so damn velvety, warm inviting, tender yet passion it. I was being fucked in so many ways, literally fucked and future fucked. 

“I can’t wait any longer Y/n…. I need you now..”, I let my legs fall open wider as he lowered his body down over me his lips never breaking contact with me only moving down my neck, leaving purple bruises.

“Tae, fuck me…please…. I want you…” I gasped as the warm hard wet tip of his dick peeled my pussy lips open, nestling in slow and heavy, hisses leaving his lips. I moan at the sensation of his dick swelling and hitting the back of my cervix. He stayed like this for a while, and I revealed in the feeling of being so filled by him. My eyes teared for a moment as sorrow filled my heart, this was the first and last time I’d feel this like this, and my heart shuddered.

“Uhgh… “ I grunted he littered fucked the sorrow out of me in one hard thrust. His pace quicking, pounding into me. He grabbed my legs and rested them over his shoulders his chocolate almond-shaped eyes searing into my soul as he rammed into me over and over again. I fucking loved it.

“Please don't stop you feel so fucking good..”. My voice in a whimpering beg. 

“I don’t plan on stopping any time soon. I want to fuck you like this forever…”, His voice was so deep, I cry out feeling the hot coil tighten in my abdomen my pussy tingling. “Forever” The weight of his words shot through my heart like an arrow. My eyes brim with tears at the cruelty of life. His fingers twist and pull at my nipples as I feel myself coming to a breaking point. He quickly pulls me up from my ribcage taking a nipple in his mouth again sucking harshly and nipping at my breast as he continues to pound me. Finally, I cry out in bliss my second orgasm of the night breaking through my back arched as he still sucked my breast holding me with his free arm fucking into me. He let go and let his head fall back grunting out my name as I felt his cum gush into me filling every crevice. He states inside me his eyes locking with me with only the sound of us panting and our chest rising and falling together. 

“Wow…” his eyes searched mine. ‘That was… It was…beautiful…”, ‘perfect’ my mind whispered, his lips formed a small sad smile the words leaving his mouth as he guided me carefully and tenderly to the bed. I felt his dick finally start to deflate inside me. He pulls out slowly rolling over leaving us laying side by side. I could feel his seed till warm inside me. The silence between us was heavy.  It was done, it was over, and we had completed the task. I let the sound of his soft quiet breathing draw me into a deep sleep. It would be the last peaceful sleep I’d have, the last time, I’d lay with him like this, feeling too full, happy, and loved in this beautifully sick and twisted fantasy. I let my sleep take over keeping my mind from processing the realization of what just took place. I would sleep and rest before the storm that would hit in the morning.

________________________________________ I'm sorry, but there was no editing this time at all. I wrote this in one go, in a mad dash of inspiration. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Thank you for reading! Should I continue this story? I kind of do. I want to know what happens next with these two and where their story ends. I have some ideas and directions on where I could go. There are lots of possibilities. Thank you in advance for the likes, the reblogs, and the comments! I appreciate you all so much!

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