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runnning-outof-time · 6 days ago

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PROLOGUE: May 17, 1911

Summary: What the two young lovers hope will be a romantic evening quickly turns into the last night they ever see each other…or so they thought.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!OC

Warnings: language, classism

Word Count: 2899

A/N: Well here it is everyone! I’m so very excited to embark on this journey with y’all….this chapter was one of the very first ideas that came to me for this series. I’m quite happy with how it came out. Hope you don’t hate it! :)

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A strange pattering noise made Jane forget about the book she was reading. It was late in the evening and she was just about ready to go to bed, but the incessant tapping that was happening against one of her bedroom windows had now thrown her out of her nightly routine.

She had to go investigate the source of the sound.

The person standing below the window didn’t surprise her. The noise she was hearing had to have been the rocks he was throwing to get her attention.

All he needed to do was flash a smile and she was away from the window, quietly rushing down the steps to meet him at the front door.

“What are you doing here, Tommy?” she asked him in a hushed voice, hoping to not alert any of her sleeping family members. The house she lived in was big, sure, but she still wanted to be cautious when pursuing the relationship her parents didn’t know about.

“Wanted to see you, love,” he answered her, his smirk still present.

“You couldn’t wait until morning?” she asked, even though it was easy to tell she wasn’t upset that he decided to make the late night trip.

“No,” was his simple response, and he finished it by leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.

“Tommy,” she was able to get out his name as he pulled away just slightly, “we can’t do this here.”

“Hasn’t stopped you before,” he refuted her, leaning in again.

“My parents are here now…” she paused, putting her hands to his chest, stopping him just before he could kiss her again, “follow me to my room.”

“Lead the way,” he grinned at her, letting her take his hand and lead him up the grand staircase and down the hall to her bedroom.

The two lovers quickly scurried behind the bedroom door, hoping that their flitted laughter didn’t wake anyone.

“This better?” Tommy questioned, turning Jane and taking her in his arms the second the door was latched.

“Much,” she smiled brightly up at him before eagerly pressing her lips to his again.

His kiss made her feel giddy. Come to think of it, just being in the presence of Tommy Shelby made Jane Rivelli feel giddy. Who would have thought that the young man her father hired with the intention of taking care of the family’s horses last summer would pull her into this whirlwind romance. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

“Tommy how…” Jane breathed between the kisses they were sharing, “how did you manage to get here?”

“You’re still stuck on that?” he asked, his grin evident as he kissed her lips again.

“I’m curious,” she clarified, pulling back just enough so that he could see her raised eyebrow expression.

“I took a horse from Charlie’s yard. ‘Ve got it tied to a tree on the edge of the property,” he told her.

“Clever thinking,” Jane commented, her lips tugging upward into a smile as she fiddled with the buttons on his waistcoat.

“I wasn’t about to hitch it to the fountain up front,” he joked, earning a light smack against the chest. The feeling of it made him chuckle and pull her tighter into his frame. “You know sometimes…” he paused, resting his forehead against hers, smiling softly as she brushed her nose against his, “sometimes I think you want us to get caught.”

“Me?” Jane pulled away, adding onto her act of feigned surprise by removing a hand from Tommy so that she could rest it against her chest, “I could never think that.”

“I don’t know…” Tommy trailed off with a grin.

“My brother knows already…isn’t that enough?” she questioned.

“What’s enough for you is enough for me, love,” he settled the conversation, sealing its finality with a kiss.

Jane didn’t pull away to continue anything. Instead she got back to what she’d been doing before. This time, however, she acted with purpose, steadily unbuttoning his waistcoat so that he could remove it from his frame. She then went about doing the same with the collared shirt he was wearing; undoing the buttons with haste so that she could push it off of his shoulders as well. That left him in his trousers, braces and a loose, white undershirt. Jane huffed when she saw this.

“Must you wear so many clothes?” she questioned him exasperatedly, fully breaking their kiss to step back and have her wide eyes match his.

“Quite frustrating, eh?” he poked fun at the situation, his grin widening.

“Very much so,” she huffed, blowing the few stray hairs that had fallen from her braid out of her face.

“C’mere,” he beckoned her over to him again. His deft hands found the edges of the thin, flowy robe she was wearing. She let him slowly remove it from her frame, shivering slightly at the coolness of her room.

“This doesn’t help your clothing situation, Tommy,” she mumbled against his lips. Her statement was true. Now she was only left in a satin nightgown.

“What’ll you do about that?” he questioned her, intrigue present in his low tone.

Jane wasted no time in sliding the braces off of his shoulders so that she could then begin un-tucking the undershirt he was wearing from his trousers. Tommy removed his hands from her waist and raised them, allowing her to lift the shirt up and over his head.

“Mmm, that’s better,” she commented, content present in her voice as she slowly trailed her hands down the front of his chest. It was Tommy’s turn to shiver now. The cold touch of her hands left goosebumps behind as they continued on their trail to hook onto the waistband of his trousers.

They became engaged in another kiss, one that wouldn’t break until Jane let out a quick shriek at the feeling of being moved. Her surprised noise quickly turned into soft giggles as she realized Tommy was moving her over to where her bed was. His attempt wasn’t so smooth though.

“Shit,” he muttered as his back made contact with one of the four bedposts.

“You were close,” Jane commented, giggling softly at the mishap that had just occurred.

“You think it’s funny?” Tommy questioned her, furrowing his brows in feigned anger. The grin that broke onto his lips gave his act up rather quickly. He couldn’t ever be angry when in Jane’s presence. In fact, her company alone washed all traces of those feelings away.

“I do,” she affirmed, giggling more as she reached out and ran her hands along the plane of his chest again.

Tommy’s grin only grew as his hands found the sides of Jane’s waist. Without warning, he moved the both of them to the left and —finally— succeeded in laying them down on the bed. Sighs of content left both of their lips as the silk sheets enveloped them in a cool softness. It was a complete flip from the heat radiating off of their bodies.

“Thomas!” Jane shrieked as this movement occurred, both of them becoming another mess of giggles as their eyes met just centimeters from each other.

Tommy didn’t say anything in response, instead pressing his lips to hers in a more fervent manner than he had in their previous kisses. Jane matched his haste, her hands finding their way into his hair as he turned his body to balance himself over hers. His leg slotted between hers and their kisses grew even more heated. Jane’s hands moved to run down his back, her fingertips pressing slightly into the skin as she moved them downward.

Tommy was the one to break this kiss, but he didn’t move his lips from her body. Instead he began to trail them down her jaw to find the spot just below it where he knew even the slightest kiss would drive her crazy. And he succeeded in doing so. A breathy moan escaped her lips the second his found her sensitive skin.

“Tommy…” she breathed, her hands moving back to his shoulders, “Tommy come here,”

He obliged, raising his head so that their lips could meet once more. He busied his hands by sliding the straps of her nightgown down her arms. It still covered her chest, but Jane managed to slip her arms out of the straps so that she could tangle her fingers in the locks of his hair again without hinderance.

Tommy’s lips moved south once more, this time finding the skin on her upper chest that had been newly exposed from the moving of her nightgown.

His touches and kisses alone had Jane feeling more and more impatient by the second. She needed to remove their last pieces of clothing and truly feel him.

The door to her bedroom flying open ruined any chance of that happening.

“What is going on in here?!” the shrill voice of Isabella Rivelli, Jane’s mother, rang out in the room. The booming nature of it made Tommy jump away from Jane. Both of the young lovers’ eyes were wide with surprise. The last thing either of them were expecting at that moment was one of Jane’s parents discovering them. “What are you doing with my daughter?!”

“Mum, what are you doing?” Jane asked as she sat up, her eyes wide as she held tightly onto the top of her nightgown in hopes it wouldn’t fall any lower.

“I heard noises. Being that it is my house, I came to investigate. The last thing I expected to find was my daughter engaged in intercourse with the hired on stable boy!” the older woman’s words gained anger with each one that was said. Her face was contorted into a furious expression, her cheeks tinted a dark red.

“Oh my goodness, mum, we were just…we weren’t having sex!” Jane exclaimed, mortified that her mother had just called her out on it, but yet thankful that they hadn’t made it any further before she barged in.

“Explain to me what it is I’ve walked in on then,” her mother insisted, a deep scowl present on her face as she raised her eyebrows at her daughter.

“He…we…” Jane began to stumble through an answer, looking frantically between her mother and Tommy, who was fumbling with the articles of clothing they’d previously discarded in attempts to put them back on.

“It’s ok, Jane. I’ll go,” he softly said to her when he noticed the panic in her eyes.

“You’d better go,” Isabella chimed in, her tone making it clear that this was a demand that was not up for discussion. “You’d better go and never return to this home again, do you understand me?”

“Mum!” Jane interjected, her heart breaking at her mother’s words, “you can’t do this, you…”

“I absolutely can, Jane. I am your mother and what I say goes,” the older woman insisted.

Tommy looked over to Jane again. The expression she was wearing made his stomach drop. He had to do something to make this better…to make it right. “Now ma’am, I’m sure you’ve gathered assumptions based on what you walked in on, but I can assure you that I care very deeply about your daughter. This was not some one-off thing. I love her,” he pleaded his case in hopes that it would alleviate the situation.

Isabella’s face grew even redder. His words had done the opposite and moved the situation from bad to worse. “You need to leave now. If I catch you on the grounds of my house again I’ll make it so it’s the last thing you do, do I make myself clear?” she spoke in a tone that was flat and clear, making it evident that there was no more room for discussion.

“Yes…yes, ma’am,” he responded, all of the mirth now knocked out of his gumption. He hung his head in hopes to show some sort of respect while he finished buttoning his shirt up. His heart broke when he looked at Jane again. He wanted so badly to reach out and wipe the tears from her cheeks.

“Out. Now.” Isabella’s insisting voice made him return to his rushed pace. He was obviously moving too slow for her liking.

Tommy nodded, silently acknowledging her demand. He then took one last look at Jane before walking to the door. Isabella let him exit first before turning to send her daughter a glare. Then she turned and exited the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Jane didn’t stay seated for long. She quickly slipped her arms back into her nightgown before hurrying out the door. She was hoping that she could catch one last glimpse of Tommy before he left her life forever. Thankfully she was able to. She stood at the railing of the grand staircase as her mother showed him the door, undoubtedly sharing some more choice words as she ensured he exited the home.

“Go to bed, Jane,” was the first thing her mother said upon turning around.

“I will not,” Jane mustered up the will to speak, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible.

Her mother gave her a pointed look, surprised by the push back she was receiving. “You will do as I say,” she demanded, walking up the staircase with purpose.

Jane stayed stagnant, waiting for her mother to stop in front of her until she spoke again: “how could you do that, mum?” She let her voice waver this time, hoping that her mother would catch the emotion and go back on the stance she was currently taking.

“I’m doing what’s good for you,” the older woman insisted.

“How do you know what’s good for me?” the younger woman spat back, hurt clear on her face as her brows furrowed up. “I love him,” she declared.

“You’re nineteen, Jane…you don’t know what love is.”

“I’m twenty in a month, and I’m certain what I feel when I’m with Tommy is what love is,” Jane corrected, insistence present in her tone.

Her mother scoffed at her assured nature. “If you could hear how silly you sound right now…” she trailed off, shaking her head and almost laughing at the act her daughter was putting on.

“I mean it,” Jane tilted her chin upwards slightly, showing that her mother’s words weren’t taking the effect she desired them to.

“Even if it were love, that boy’s not right for you,” her mother took a different angle.

“Why not?” the younger woman questioned.

“He doesn’t have the same standing you have…the same standing your family has,” Isabella gave her reason.

“Neither did dad when you first met, but you still married him,” Jane pointed out. She hated that she was bringing her father into this, but she’d be willing to try anything at this point to get her mother to see sense.

The scoff that the older woman let out upon hearing what she had to say told Jane that she still had a lot of work to do.

“Your father comes from a good Italian family. My hope is that you’ll find a man who comes from the same,” the older woman laid out her reasoning.

“Tommy comes from a good family,” Jane was quick to insist.

“Oh please, Jane,” Isabella paused for a moment, truly perplexed that her daughter was putting up this much of an argument. She couldn’t possibly be so blinded by her “love” towards this boy that she’d lose sight of what was real, could she? The silence persisted, so she continued with the truth: “his mother’s dead and his father’s a drunkard who’s not around to support the several children that he’s made…why else do you think he needed a job here, hmm?” She finished her statement with her eyebrows raised, waiting for the younger woman to respond.

Jane stayed silent.

“I am doing this because I know what is best for you; what is best for this family. You’ll see my intentions one day and you’ll thank me for handling this the way I did.” Isabella’s statement held a cold tone, one that told Jane that their discussion was finished; that what her mother had to say on the matter was what would be final. “Now, is there anything else I need to make clear to you?” she asked. She waited a few, silence-filled, beats before continuing, “good. Go to bed, Jane,” she then ordered her daughter.

There wasn’t much Jane could do now. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. What her mother said is what was to be done; she never accepted any questioning or pushback. She wished things could have been different for this situation though.

“Good night, mother,” Jane mumbled, turning on her heel so that she could walk back down the hall to her bedroom.

She couldn’t stop herself from going over to the window once the door was shut behind her. She was half-hoping that Tommy would have stuck around, and that he’d be waiting for her outside. That he’d have the horse ready and they’d be able to ride away and start a life together, away from the expectations her family had put on her.

The grounds of her family’s estate were empty though, and the once fair evening had shifted as well. It was raining now, and the water was washing away any sliver of hope Jane Rivelli had of seeing Tommy Shelby again.

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ivoryrebellionmess · 9 months ago

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Spooky remorses II

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: You dated Jax for a year and a half, it was great. You fought sure, but that's a given if you´re both stubborn (and he's constantly in danger). Gemma didn't like the relationship, and she made sure that it ended. Now, months after the breakup, your friend takes you to a Halloween party that just happens to be SAMCRO´s.

warnings: 18+, mdni

A/N: hiii omg i cant believe so many people liked the first snippet. thank you so much, honestly, i am beyond excited. so here´s a follow up, hope youu like it <3

tw: foul language, kinda hooking up with your ex, jealous jax, smoking,a little bit of spice, alcohol, gemma being mean

Word count: 4k

You went over to Juice and Hazel, who were in the middle of the dancefloor. Juice and you had gotten close while you dated Jax. He was easygoing, funny and nerdy, and the first of the boys to warm up to you.

The way an older brother would, he lifted you from the floor when you hugged, ¨How are you Juicy??¨.

He seemed genuinely happy to see you, and he gestured to Hazel when he answered, ¨I´m great. You look awesome, the fangs are hot¨.

Finally someone complimented you on the fangs, you personally though they made you look way hotter, but whatever. You´d take this win.

Your relationship with Juice had always been the kind of friendship where it feels like you´ve known each other forever, so flirty jokes had always been just that, jokes. Hazel seemed surprised at the closeness you had with him, but it made sense that you had friends there if you had dated Jax for a year and a half.

¨While you two catch up¨, she interrupted smiling, ¨I´m going to the bathroom and to get another drink¨. That would take a while, the party now in full swing.

Juice and you had been dancing for a little while when his shirt sleeve rolled up and his bicep was visible. Before you could help yourself, your hand was on it.

¨What the fuck happened to you since I´m not around? You on steroids or something?¨ Juice laughed at that and shook his head.

He flexed his muscles while he talked about the new work out he´d been doing, ¨You like it?¨

He kept flexing his arm, and you kept laughing and touching him. Both of you oblivious to Jax´s stare, a mix of annoyance and jealousy. Chibs wasn't obvious though, and he did what he was there for. Stir the pot. ¨You don't look too happy there, Jackie-boy¨.

Ever since he'd seen you go in, he was on edge, he didn't even know why. Okay, he did, you were gorgeous and it wasn't for him. He regretted what had happened between you, and he felt guilty, he should've stood up for you to his mom. And now you were there. But it wasn't for him, and you weren't with him. You were with Juice, admiring his muscles. And it pissed him off, of course it did. You thought you could just walk in? Not even say hello? Prance around looking that good? Flirt with one of his brothers? All of that in front of him?

Juice and you were still joking around about how girls just swooned when they saw his ¨guns¨, as he liked to call them. If Jax thought that was as bad as it got, he was wrong when a song you loved came on and you seemed determined to have Juice dance it with you. He eventually accepted and pulled you close to him by your waist, your arms around his neck. Jax was burning holes between his brother's tats when Chibs decided to continue his quest.

¨They´re getting cozy, aren't they?¨. He could feel the scot staring, but his eyes were glued to you.

To Juice´s hands on your waist, to the space separating your bodies that seemed to be getting smaller by the second. And your face, you were laughing at something, you lit up when you laughed. The way your right hand traveled from Juice´s neck to his arm again, squeezing it teasingly. He could feel the tension in his jaw, how tight he was gripping the beer, his knuckles white. And so could his brothers.

Then, you turned your head to look at him, your gaze uninterested and bored, and said something in Juice´s ear. That was it, you had crossed a line. Ignoring him was one thing, but that look of pure disinterest, you could not ignore what you meant to each other.

Jax was walking before he could think about it, not knowing what he was going to say when he got to you.

Dancing and joking, Juice´s demeanor suddenly shifted, you didn't need to ask why.

¨Shit, I don't think Jax is loving this¨. He didn't stop dancing, but you could tell he was being careful. He took a step back, removed his hands from your body.

You decided not to take it seriously so you retorted, ¨Why wouldn't he like us dancing?¨

Juice chuckled, but his tone was serious, ¨Don't play innocent, you know he's jealous¨.

And you just couldn't resist a peek, was he really?, so you turned your head, very focused on keeping a neutral face, and looked at him. He did look jealous, and annoyed. You tried not to let it get to you, you tried to have a good time.

So you made a joke, you had to get close to Juice´s ear so he could hear it, ¨Is he scared you´re gonna make a move on me or somethin´?¨

Instead of an actual answer, you saw Juice´s look of terror. Turning around, you understood why. Jax was stomping towards you, an angry look on his face.

Juice´s whisper got mixed with yours, ¨Oh, hell¨ and ¨For the love of god-¨

Jax stopped in front of you, his eyes flickering back and forth between you and Juice. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw before speaking in the coldest tone you'd ever heard from him.

¨What the hell is going on?¨. It was an easy question, with an easy answer, but you weren't feeling like taking the easy and safe route.

Did you know he probably thought you were flirting? Yes. Did you care? No.

So, before you could think, or Juice could answer, the snarky remark was leaving your dark red lips. ¨What's it look like, genius?¨

It didn't seem possible, but his jaw clenched harder, he wasn't even looking at you. ¨It looks like you're flirtin´ with Juice, gettin´ all up on him right in front of me¨. There was something bitter about the way he answered.

¨You think I care that you´re here? ¨. Of course you did. ¨You think I did this for your attention?¨. You hadn't, you actually hadn't. You were just trying to have some fun and ignore the hottest guy in the room.

Jax knew you were just trying to provoke him, and it was working, but he refused to give you the satisfaction. He just hated seeing you two together, laughing and having fun while he was miserable. And maybe he also hated how damn close you had been dancing. The way you were looking at him, a challenge in your eyes. Go ahead, make a scene. He absolutely hated that he was about to.

He took a step closer, lowering his voice. ¨I don't think you did it for my attention, but now you have it. So cut it out¨.

What did he think was going to happen? You'd just agree? No, he just wasn't thinking straight anymore.

You, of course, only challenged him further. All that was needed for that were a scoff and two words. ¨Or. What.¨

Another step closer, you could touch him if you wanted to. ¨Or you´ll find out, that's what¨. He just growled an empty threat, you both knew it. He also knew he was out of patience and you were not going to keep pushing his buttons.

You realized something then, he had growled, and you heard him. How had you been able to hear him with all of the noise…everyone was staring at you. Well, fuck.

¨Okay people this isn't a show, go back to the party¨. With that, you left the clubhouse, only stopping against one of the picnic tables to lay against it and breathe deeply.

Jax´s eyes followed you, as they had through the night. He could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on him, this had turned into a bit of a spectacle. He let out a frustrated sigh as he followed you to the picnic table, his footsteps heavy and deliberate.

You heard him before you saw him, and as usual around him, you spoke before you thought. ¨You did always like to be the center of attention¨.

The snarky comment had Jax gritting his teeth, his anger flaring up again. He did not speak, however, until he was standing in front of you, arms crossed over his broad chest.

¨I don't know what the hell your deal is tonight, but you´re really pushing my buttons, you know that?¨.

To that, you only shrugged, looking at him coldly. ¨My deal is I just wanted to have some fun¨.

Maybe looking at him had been a mistake, if he had looked good from afar, he looked even better right in front of you, illuminated only by the streetlamps. He was wearing what he always wore, and still he had never looked better in jeans and an oversized white t-shirt. Your face did not show any of that obviously, it was neutral. He could tell you were angry though. But you could tell that so was he, so you were in a tie.

Fun, that was what you were calling it? He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. ¨Yeah, real fun. Gettin´ all cozy with Juice, practically making´ out with him in front of me. That your idea of fun?¨.

You bit your lip, trying not to lose it on him, the fake fangs drawing his attention. ¨So, let's see if I got this right¨. You put all the poison you could in your words, hoping they stung as much as seeing him again did. ¨You´re mad I danced with Juice, whose attention was on me, as opposed to dancing with you¨. You poked his chest before continuing, ¨who didn't even say ¨hi¨ when I walked in?¨

He felt a pang in his chest at that, you were right, he´d been so caught up in his anger and jealousy that he hadn't even considered how he had ignored you up until that point. Jax looked away for a moment, a flash of guilt in his eyes.

¨I didn´t-¨ He started to defend himself, but cut himself off, you were right. Instead he let out a frustrated huff.

¨Yeah, that's what I thought¨ You let a beat of silence pass, then looked at him again. Fuck he looked good.

¨Got a smoke?¨. You needed something to do with your hands.

Jax looked confused for a second, his eyes scanning your face, staying on your lips for a second too long. He was still mad at you, but he obliged. ¨Yeah¨.

He patted down his pockets until he found a crumpled pack of cigarettes. Taking one out, he handed it to you with his lighter. You only took the first, bringing your hand up as you asked, ¨Light me?¨.

His pulse quickened at the simple request, something about the way you said it. A bolt of desire went down his spine. Something in him wanted to challenge you, so instead of just lighting it, he took the cigarette from your fingers and placed it between your lips, lightly brushing them. You made an effort to not show the way he affected you. Jax then leaned in closer, shielding the flame from the wind with his hand, not touching you. Your eyes were locked in on his, the intensity of the moment almost unbearable. The fire made his eyes sparkle, you got lost in them.

His gaze was still fixed on yours as you took the first drag, his face so close to yours he could almost feel your breath on his lips. The intimacy made his heart race, his anger slowly fading into the background. Your anger also became less and less prominent, upstaged by a complexity of feelings.

Jax grabbed the cigarette from you and took a drag of his own, never breaking eye contact. The air between you was electric, crackling with tension. Having him so close made it hard to breathe. He blew the smoke, you felt it on the tip of your nose before it was blown away by the wind. His blue eyes were relentless, never breaking from you, not as he took another drag, and not as your hand searched for his to grab the cigarette. The tension growing thicker by the second. Jax was very aware of how close he was to you, how easily he could just touch you if he wanted to. And boy did he want to.

He watched you smoke, and you watched him. Until your eyes focused on the cigarette instead of his blue ones. You followed the lipstick stained cig, and then your eyes stayed locked onto his lips.

They wrapped around the end of the cigarette, closing while he held the smoke in, and finally parted to let the smoke out. Jax could feel your gaze on his lips, it made his stomach clench with desire.

He took another drag, slowl and deliberate, his lips closing around the cigarette in a way that was almost sinful. To top it off, he let out a low hum, eyes never leaving yours even if you were not looking back at him, mesmerized by his lips.

He was fully aware of the effect he had on you. And you both knew it. You cursed him mentally when you realized he was doing it on purpose.

When he hummed? That was straight up mean, and this time the curse came muttered under your breath, ¨Fuck-¨.

Jax smirked at your cursed response, his ego inflating. He could tell he was riling you up, and he was loving every second of it.

¨What was that, baby?¨. His voice was low and dripping with false innocence. And using baby so casually, like he would while you were together? None of it was accidental.

He took another drag, this time watching you with a wolfish smile playing on his lips. You couldn't let him win.

Your hand went up to his face, sneaking the cigarette from him and taking it to your own lips. You exhaled the smoke in his face, lips almost brushing his.

¨Didn't say anything¨, you played along with his innocence, replicating it.

Jax´s heart skipped a beat when your hand snatched the cigarette from his mouth. He could feel your breath on his skin when your lips came so enticingly close to his. The innocent facade only making it harder not to close the space between you. But he knew it was only an act. One he wasn't buying.

He chuckled lowly, ¨Yeah, sure you didn´t¨. His eyes fell to your lips again. Your gaze was fixed on his eyes, the hungry look in them making it harder to think of a comeback.

You did what you could, taking a drag, hoping it would distract you, it didn't. ¨Yeah, sure I didn´t¨.

Had it been the smartest thing to say? No, but it was the best you could come up with, so it would have to do. You had to up your game, he couldn't win. Jax found your teasing infuriating, hot, yes, but infuriating.

He was on edge, trying to keep his thoughts in check each time your lips wrapped around the cig. The need inside him to kiss you senseless was overwhelming, clouding his brain.

¨You're such a damn tease¨, he growled, ¨you know that?¨.

To say that the growl had made your knees weak would be an understanding, you had to bring it up a notch too. It was only fair.

Your reply could only be considered a purr, rather than actual talking. ¨Don´t know what you´re talking about¨.

His body ached to touch you, he gritted his teeth, wanting to kiss you until you couldn't breathe. Hell he wanted to kiss you until you couldn't remember your own damn name. The next time he talked you could hear the desire dripping in his rough voice, ¨God damnit, darlin´¨.

You liked the effect that had had on him, so you purred again, this time closer to his ear. ¨What is it, baby?¨ .

You hadn't meant to call him baby, it slipped, you got too lost in the heat of the moment.Had you not been so distracted, you'd realize the importance of what you had just said, the major step back you'd taken in getting over him. And his beautiful blue eyes. And his perfect lips. But he didn't give you time to think about all of that because his eyes darkened, his body stiffened by the tension. The sultry purr, calling him baby, you made him want to show you how much he'd missed you.

¨You know damn well what you're doing to me¨, the desire was mixed with a bit of a warning. It did nothing to scare you off.

Using the hand that wasn't holding the cigarette, you pulled him closer by his belt loop, all caution thrown to the wind.

¨Remember when we used to smoke together? Blowing the smoke into each others mouths?¨. You sensed him nod, watching him clench his jaw.

The reminder of those memories felt like a punch to his gut, your mouths touching, feeling your breath against him, the taste of your kisses, ...Jax felt like he was drowning.

His hands came to rest on your hips and his voice was barely a rough whisper, ¨Yeah, I remember¨.

You hummed, enjoying the feeling of his hands on you, yours now resting on his abs,¨Havent done it in a long time, have you?¨.

You could feel him tensing under your hand, fingers caressing his skin over the white cloth. His mind was spiraling, it had been so long since he felt your touch, he wanted more. Jax tried to pull himself together, shaking his head and looking at your eyes.

His husky voice broke the silence, ¨No¨, and hesitantly, he added, ¨Not since you¨.

The hold on your hips got harsher, keeping you steady against his body. It made you press your legs together, and even worse, it pulled a groan from your throat. The fact that he hadn't done it with anyone else held significance, it felt like it was yours. It´s what you used to do whenever your screaming matches reached a dead end. You´d share a cigarette, and it always led to this, which always led to bed. Or a couch. Or wherever. Even the pool table once.

Your legs pressing together did not go unnoticed, igniting in him the urge to pin you against the picnic table and take care of it himself. But he needed to keep some semblance of control, even if it was slipping further and further away. What he did was lean in closer, pressing himself against your body, his mouth so close to your ear you felt his beard scratch it.

But you couldn´t just let him have this, you needed to take control over your body. Okay, maybe taking control was an exaggeration. Regaining an inch of self restraint, you whispered in his ear, ¨Wanna do it again? For old times sake?¨.

Jax´s breath hitched as your breath ghosted over his ear, it took him a few seconds to understand what you said. And when he finally did, a shiver ghosted down his spine. His eyes fell closed as he tried to fight the desire inside him, the want to do very ungentlemanly things to you against that table. When had he even been a gentleman? His blue eyes opened, looking at you, sending sparks though your whole body.

They were burning with desire, just like his raspy voice. ¨Fuck yeah, I do¨.

You were not brave enough to do anything, scared that your hands would tremble or your voice would shake. It wasn't a problem, Jax took the cigarette from your hand, letting his knuckles graze your fingers. Your touch against his abs was driving him crazy. So did your smell. And so did your eyes, which were locked on his lips. The heat of your body, even if it was a chilly october night, made his mind travel to dark places. He took a slow drag.

¨Open up¨, his voice was raspier now that he was holding the smoke in his lungs.

Your lips parted on their own accord, your head moving closer. That made Jax hum, itching to close the space between your mouths. His next command came right before he exhaled, barely giving you time to react, ¨Inhale¨. So you just obeyed, lips barely touching his.

That graze sent a wave of heat through his body. Every little detail, from the way the smoke curled around your nose to your hand tracing patterns on his abs, was more overwhelming than the last. It was a hard fight against himself, against the crippling desire to fuck you right then and there. The anticipation though, was making the moment hotter and hotter.

Your self awareness, the little voice screaming don´t do this, seemed to have disappeared with your self-esteem when he next ordered: ¨Hold it in¨.

You almost moaned, his dominant side had always had that effect on you. Your hand moved to his waist, needing somewhere to hold on to before your knees gave out.

Your hand clutching his waist, that brought back memories. Way more naked memories. Your body pressed against his. He was sure you could feel how hard he was against your thigh. And you could. It was distracting. You felt his arm move up again, but your eyes did not move from his.

Jax got closer as he spoke, his lips now millimeters from yours, ¨Ready?¨ . You could taste the smoke as you exhaled.

Then, your mind managing to work for a short second, you realized what he´d asked. What did he mean by ready?.

¨Another one?¨.

Jax seemed to be a second away from tearing your dress off when he answered, ¨Yeah…another one¨. That look in his eyes made realize, it was a challenge, he was challenging you, the stubborn bastard. And this was a fight you were not losing.

So as the cigarette came closer to his lips again, you snatched it, ¨My turn¨.

He could hear it in your voice, you were fighting a losing battle, so was he. The idea of throwing the towel, though, seemed appealing and terrifying at the same time. The only answers you got were a groan and a rub of his impossibly hard dick against your soft thigh.

You didn't realize you had moaned until he mocked you for it, ¨You need to keep it together baby¨, then his head moved lower as he bit your earlobe, ¨We haven't even started yet¨.

His sass, as much as it bothered you, was hardly enough to keep you from crashing your lips with his. But he pulled away, his voice dripping sex and cockiness, ¨Show me what you got¨, nodding to the cig in your hand. And you had no choice but to obey.

So you took a long drag, hoping it would distract you from the ache between your legs. It didn't. Moving the hand from his waist to his face, you caressed his lower lip and decided to throw his words back at him.

¨Open up¨. You sounded way more confident than you were expecting, or felt for that matter. You could tell it had bothered him, good . That's not all it did, it caused him to hum. And as he parted his lips, his tongue darted out and licked your thumb. You shakingly exhaled the smoke, wondering how much more you could take.

Jax did not need your instructions, closing the gap between you and inhaling the smoke, not pulling away even after he let the smoke out, you were breathing the same air. He somehow got closer, one of his hands steady on your hip as the other moved up, finally setting on the back of your head. His fingers traced patterns on your nape, sending shivers down your spine.

Your mind was no longer yours as you slowly licked his lower lip. His lips parting a second later, but he didn´t give in. Lucky for him, you didnt give a fuck anymore. Using the hand on his cheek, you pulled him closer and kissed him, your tongue in his mouth, battling for dominance. Fuck. It was somehow better than you remembered. And you couldn't get enough, his lips tasted like smoke and addiction.

Life never made it easy for you as the clubhouse door flew open, breaking the moment, shedding light and noise on you. On your compromising position.

#jax teller x you #jax teller x reader #jax teller fanfic #jax teller #soa #sons of anarchy #samcro

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gunnerfc · 2 years ago

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Private Celebrations | Aitana Bonmatí x Barça!Reader (18+)

summary: you celebrate your girlfriend winning the Ballon d'Or privately

wc: 3018

warning: bottom!aitana, top!reader, fingering, praising, light teasing, oral (sorta?)

a/n: 18+ only! minors DNI! & all translations from google!

-> also, ignore the actual rankings of everyone but Aitana! Reader comes in 2nd here!

In the days leading up to the Ballon d’Or ceremony, Aitana refused to let you see the dress she would be wearing. She didn’t want to ruin the surprise of her outfit, knowing the effect it would have on you. While the two of you weren’t public about your relationship, you still wanted to match her dress subtly in your own outfit, so the only bit of information you got from the midfielder was that her dress was black and a bit of a sparkling element.

On the short flight from Spain to France, you were nonstop trying to get Aitana to show you her dress that was neatly hung up in the private plane you and your Barça teammates were on. Each time you asked, you were met with a small smirk and a “you have to wait, mi amor.” You groaned each time she said that, the suspense was driving you crazy.

When the plane touched down in France, you were ecstatic because it meant everyone would be headed straight to the hotel to get ready. You had already planned to get ready in the same room as Aitana so you were surprised when the midfielder refused to let you into the room, telling you to get ready in the same room as Mapi and Frido. Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Aitana ignored you, which earned you some laughter from Mapi as she pulled you into her room.

Aitana was the last to be ready, you and your teammates stood in the hallway waiting for the midfielder to join you. The door to your soon-to-be shared hotel room opened and you felt your breath hitch seeing Aitana’s dress. Your eyes immediately focused on the sheerness of the top of her dress that covered her collarbones and down her arms. The sounds of Patri and Salma whistling at your girlfriend’s outfit were tuned out when Frido shook her finger signaling your girlfriend to do a spin.

The sheer fabric continued halfway down her back and you now understood why she wanted to wait to show you. The two of you locked eyes once Aitana was facing you again but you were still in your thoughts to focus on what anyone was saying. It wasn’t until Mapi walked past you with a smirk on her face saying “no atrapar moscas (don’t catch flies)” that you realized your jaw had dropped.

You ignored the defender, waiting for your teammates to pass you so you could walk alongside Aitana. You reached out to hold her hand as you followed the group towards the elevator, trying to refocus on the event you were heading to.

“¿Te gusta el vestido, mi amor? (do you like the dress, my love?),” Aitana teased, a small smirk gracing her face, thrilled that she succeeded in making you speechless.

You turned your attention to her as you waited for the elevator to arrive on your floor, taking a deep breath as you looked her up and down. “Te ves hermosa, cariňo, (you look beautiful, darling)” you whispered as you leaned closer to her ear. A light blush coated her cheeks just as the elevator arrived.

The ride down to the lobby was quiet, with no one having anything to say. When you arrived at the lobby, the players from the men’s team along with the higher-ups for Barcelona were waiting for you all to arrive so you could take the same shuttle to the venue. You and Aitana were the last to take a seat, the midfielder pulled your hand to rest on her thigh as you did so. You gave her leg a light squeeze as the shuttle driver started driving.

With Aitana looking as great as she did and the extremely high odds that she would be leaving France with a Ballon d’Or, you knew you were going to have a fun night.

As the shuttle driver pulled into the venue, your closeness with Aitana would have to cease, wanting to keep your relationship private a bit longer. When the driver came to a stop, you helped Aitana step out of the vehicle and let your teammates act as a divider between you so you wouldn’t be tempted to be overly touchy.

The Barcelona plates quickly took pictures on the red carpet before being ushered into the building and those nominated for the Ballon d’Or were taken backstage. You made small talk with some of your fellow nominees while waiting for your cue to walk onstage as part of recognition for those who were nominated and present.

After the nominees were introduced, you all quickly found your seats so the actual award show could begin. With being seated next to Aitana, you had to fight the urge to hold her hand, and seeing as though you were in the front row, the chances of the camera panning to you were extremely high.

The non-Ballon d’Or awards and the rankings for those who did not make the top three went by quickly and soon enough it was time for the women’s Ballon d’Or to be announced. Your name along with Aitana and Sam Kerr’s were the only three not called yet, so you knew you were making the top three, you just didn’t know if it would be second or third. You knew Aitana was winning and you were beyond happy for your girlfriend.

You resisted rolling your eyes when Novak Djokovic walked out on stage as the announcer for the award, a bit confused as to why he was the one to present the award. Your eyes focused on the images of you alongside Aitana and Sam were projected onto the screens on stage, waiting with bated breath for Aitana’s name to be called.

“Women’s Ballon d’Or 2023 goes to….. Aitana Bonmatí,” Djokovic read from the card in his hand. You fought the urge to show just how happy you were for Aitana, instead opting to join in on the round of applause she was receiving from the crowd.

Aitana gave you a quick look, a nervous smile on her face before she made her way up the stairs. You watched as she received the trophy, a bright smile gracing your features. Aitana stood on stage answering questions from the host and every so often looking in your direction when she felt nervous. You sent her a look of encouragement and love each time, the pride you felt for her was overwhelming.

Once she was finished on stage and returned back to her seat, you leaned in a bit closer but still further than you normally would be to whisper “estoy tan orgullosa de ti bebe (I'm so proud of you, baby).” Aitana sent you a quick smile, mouthing “gracias.”

You didn’t care to pay attention to Messi winning his award, not because you didn’t like him but because you were ready for the show to be over so you could celebrate Aitana, in private. You knew with Aitana winning you would have to wait a bit longer to leave, she would have to do some press and have some pictures taken.

You opted to wait for her to finish, telling your teammates that you didn’t want to leave her to have to return to the hotel alone. You watched with a proud smile as Aitana posed with her trophy and answered questions from journalists, but you still wanted her to hurry so you could show her just how proud you were.

You were the last two players from Barcelona waiting to leave, standing near the exit waiting for the shuttle drive to return to pick you up. There were still people bustling around you but a small part of you didn’t care if they saw how you were looking at Aitana. The look in your eye was familiar to Aitana, she could sense you were ready to be back at the hotel and why.

Neither of you spoke as you entered the shuttle but your hand once again fell to the midfielder’s thigh, holding on to it tightly. Aitana’s hand fell on top of yours, wanting a bit more physical contact. The Ballon d’Or trophy had been given back to the staff so they could have it engraved with Aitana’s name and then mailed protectively to the club in Spain. The drive back to the hotel seemed like it took forever, despite only being a few minutes away.

Once you arrived, you both said a quick ‘thank you’ to the driver as you exited the vehicle. Your hand didn’t find Aitana’s until you were safely in the elevator, giving it a tight squeeze as the elevator doors closed. Once they did, you turned and pulled Aitana to face you, leaning in for a heated kiss.

Aitana’s free hand moved to hold on to the back of your neck while yours fell to her waist, pulling her closer to your body. Your lips worked against each other until you felt the elevator come to a stop as you reached your floor. You both rushed through the doors and down the hallway to your room.

You rushed to slide the key card into the slot on the door to let you both in, Aitana quickly following. The moment you were both inside the hotel room, you had Aitana pinned against the door. Your mouth met hers in a searing kiss once again, this time your tongues explored each other's mouth.

Aitana's hands had a tight grip on your shoulders, yours having a similar hold on her hips. You pulled away from her mouth, trailing small kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Aitana's head was thrown back against the door to give you better access to her neck. You sucked dark marks wherever you could, pulling small whines from the midfielder.

"Tienes que estar callada, bebetia (you have to be quiet, baby)," you whispered, pulling away from her neck. "No quiero que todo el piso te escuche (don’t want the whole floor to hear you)," you smirked, knowing your girlfriend wasn't the quietest person in bed.

Aitana fought back a moan at your words but gave you a small nod. You moved from your spot in front of her, leading her further into the room. You quickly removed your shoes, kneeling to take off Aitana's shoes. The sight of you on your knees in front of her made Aitana's head spin.

You stood up, turning her around to unzip her dress. As the fabric peeled away from her body, you left small nips along her spine until you reached the end of the zipper. Standing fully, you push the sheer fabric off of Aitana's shoulders. You took a step around her so you were face to face again, as you watched the dress that drove you crazy the whole night fall to the ground.

Your eyes took their time scanning up and down Aitana’s bare body, swallowing as you locked eyes with her. You watched her take her hair out of the bun it was in, her hair falling down her shoulders. You quickly got undressed, the urgency you felt earlier once again filling your body.

Once you were both bare, you pulled Aitana into another kiss, your hands roaming all across her body. You paused when you reached her chest, both hands palming at her breasts. Aitana moaned into the kiss, pulling away with a whine.

You redirected both of you to the bed, pushing Aitana to lay on her back with her head resting on the pillows at the head of the bed. You hovered above the midfielder, smirking down at her. You leaned down to press quick kisses down her neck, continuing down to the center of her chest.

“Estoy muy orgullosa de ti, niña bonita (so proud of you, pretty girl),” you whispered into her skin in between kisses. Above you, Aitana whined as her nails dug into your back.

“por favor,” Aitana mumbled as you continued leaving kisses on her skin. “no te burles (don’t tease),” she continued with a shaky breath.

You gave her a quick glance as you latched onto one of her breasts, sucking harshly on her nipple. Aitana’s back arched, essentially pushing her chest further into your face. You sucked on the hardened bud for a few more seconds before pulling away, a string of saliva still connected to Aitana’s breast. You moved to give the other the same treatment, a loud moan falling from Aitana’s lips.

You pulled away from her chest altogether, your eyes darkening as you watched her chest move up and down with her labored breathing. You moved back down to trail kisses down her torso, alternating the kisses with small nips to her skin. Aitana’s hands moved from your back to your hair, trying to push you where she needed you most.

You chuckled at your girlfriend’s eagerness, put quickened your peace. After all, you were celebrating her. Face to face with her center, you could see just how wet she already was.

“apenas te he tocado, bebita (i’ve barely touched you, babygirl),” you grinned, proud of yourself for getting her so worked up so easily.

Aitana didn’t give you a verbal response, instead, she tightened her grip on your hair, begging for you to do anything. You decided to put the midfielder out of her misery as you brought your left hand up to her thigh, pushing her legs apart to give you a better view. Your mouth watered as the sight of your girlfriend spread open for you.

You brought your right hand to your mouth, sucking on your two middle fingers to wet them before pushing them into your girlfriend. Aitana moaned loudly at the feeling of your fingers inside her, even though you hadn’t moved them yet. You waited a second before you started moving your fingers in and out of Aitana’s soaking core. The only sounds in the room were Aitana’s panting and the sound of your fingers thrusting into your girlfriend.

You looked up from the bottom of the bed, groaning at the sight of Aitana. Her head was thrown back against the pillows and her hands now holding onto the comforter on the bed. Aitana’s back was arched as her hips were attempting to meet the thrust of your fingers.

You were determined to give Aitana one of the best orgasms yet. You focused your eyes on her clit, your mouth leaving small kisses to the bud. Aitana gasped at the contact, her hips bucking forward as you made contact.

Your left hand was still firmly placed on Aitana's hip, holding her open while her right leg was now thrown over your shoulder. Your mouth sucked harshly on her clit, switching between sucking and nipping at her sensitive bud. Your two middle fingers continued to thrust in and out of her dripping center.

You looked up from your spot between her legs, locking eyes with the midfielder and while she couldn't see your smirk, she felt it. Aitana's eyes rolled as her back arched once again, a loud moan spilling from her lips, and a string of slurred curses followed.

You sped up your fingers as best you could, the tightness making it hard to move. Your grip on her hip tightened in a squeeze, more loud moans falling from Aitana's mouth. You'd given up on her being quiet, but if you were honest, you didn't care. You loved hearing how loud you made your girlfriend when you were pleasuring her.

“y/n..” Aitana whined, her voice already sounding hoarse from moaning so loud. “Por favor,” a strained beg fell from her lips.

You felt Aitana’s body falter, she was close to the edge. Your mouth worked faster on her clit as your fingers pushed deeper into her core. You pulled your mouth away from her clit with a loud pop and Aitana cried out at the loss of contact as she was so close.

“Vamos bebé, ven para mí (c’mon on baby, cum for me),” you nodded up at Aitana, smirking when you met her eyes.

Aitana came with a loud moan, her body shaking from the orgasm. You kept your fingers moving, slowing down as you helped the midfielder come down from her high. You pulled your fingers out of her core, moving them to your mouth. You maintained eye contact with Aitana as you sucked your fingers, your turn to moan as you tasted your girlfriend.

Aitana watched as you cleaned your fingers, feeling herself getting even wetter at the sight. You pulled your fingers from your mouth, moving your body to once again hover over your girlfriend’s small frame.

Aitana’s right hand moved to the back of your neck to pull you into a deep kiss, moaning as she tasted herself on your lips. Your mouths move against each other as you feel her rock her body up into yours. You softly laughed into the kiss, knowing your girlfriend had more than one orgasm to give you.

“Estoy muy orgulloso de ti, Tana (i’m so proud of you, tana),” you cooed, your eyes filled with love. “Te amo mucho, bebita,” you whispered as you leaned down to kiss her again, this kiss much more softer than than the previous kisses.

“Yo tambien te amo, mi cariňo (i love you too, my darling),” Aitana croaked out after you pulled away, her voice clearly affected by the loud moans that left her mouth.

“Una mas (one more)?” your look of love was replaced by the need to make Aitana cum again.

You spent the rest of the night pleasuring your girlfriend, pulling more than just one more orgasm from her. Her body was littered with dark bruises from your mouth and her voice was raspy the morning after. You laughed at the teasing comments your teammates threw your way when you were all on the private jet, though Aitana’s face was bright red hearing the jokes your teammates made. You didn’t care, you were happy to have shown Aitana a fraction of how proud you were of her achievements.

#woso x reader #woso #barca femeni x reader #aitana bonmatí #aitana bonmati #aitana bonmati x reader #espwnt x reader

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earth angel - 1973 elvis

summary: 1973 elvis, meeting elvis for the first time - not accurate description of graceland (the song earth angel by elvis is available on spotify, and let me tell you that it's the best thing I´ve listened to this week)

You first met Elvis at one of the numerous parties he hosted at Graceland. Your friend Julie was a friend of a friend of a member of the Mafia - nevertheless, a friend who still had the honour to be invited.

Books, soft music and warm drinks made you who you were. You weren’t one for fancy things, nor did you express a desire for them. Getting ready for a Graceland party wasn’t a particularly easy task, but you still managed to find a little dark blue dress that made your hair and eyes stand out. Little heels to match and off you went with Julie.

Once you were both standing in front of the mansion, your lips parted as you looked up with big, curious eyes. Your eyes filled up with salty tears, though you blinked them away quickly. This beautiful place was not there to cause tears or sorrow - laughter, smiles and silly jokes were Graceland’s signature experiences.

“Imagine meeting Elvis.”, your head snapped towards your friend, noticing she was still admiring the structure.

You let out a little chuckle and shook your head. “I’m happy even just standing here, honestly.”

Julie hummed and moved her eyes on another pair of girls entering the mansion. “You know, they say that Elvis doesn’t even come out of his bedroom during parties like these. Or he’s around and you don’t know it. Isn’t that crazy?”

Oh, to catch a glimpse of the King.

“Yeah, it really is.”, you said almost dreamily.

Julie quickly locked her arm with yours and started moving forward. “Alright, let’s go. I don’t wanna be the last one to come in.”

As soon as you stepped in, the sweet melody of laughter hit your ears. Champagne glasses clinking and soft piano playing in the background.

You peeked at the sound of the instrument and noticed three men playing and singing. Julie tapped your arm, pointing at a couple sitting by the couch.

“Look, that’s Mary. You know, she’s friends with Elliott who’s friends with Red.”, she explained swiftly, making you hum and nod. “Let’s go say hello quickly.”

And you did go say hello, but it looked like Mary and Julie had known each other for years. There were no topics you could relate to, so you decided to stand up and excuse yourself.

“I’m gonna do some rounds. See if I recognize anybody.”, Julie waved you off with a smile, making you sigh and walk away. Also, who were you going to recognize? The local baker?

But you still got to walk around and smile at anybody who smiled at you kindly. You refused the flute of champagne and grabbed the strawberry juice on the kitchen counter instead.

“Mr Presley— Ops. My apologies, miss. I thought it was Mr Presley.”, a maid stopped your actions in a soft tone.

Heat arose to your cheeks as you set the carafe back on the counter. “I’m so sorry. I-I should’ve asked—“

“Don’t apologize, child.”, she laughed a little. “Strawberry juice is Mr Presley’s favourite. Just thought it was him sneaking around.”, another chuckle escaped her lips. “We leave ‘em around the house.”

You nodded and smiled a little at the anecdote. “That’s sweet.”, you said softly and moved your gaze down. “I, uh, I’ll get going… Sorry again.”, the kind maid let you know once more that it had been no problem at all.

A deep breath fell from your lips as you walked away from the kitchen. A set of stairs that seemed to lead to a den caught your attention. You looked around and quickly realized that the crowd had officially moved to the living room. You were all alone. A quick peek wouldn’t hurt, though, right?

With the humiliation of that strawberry juice in your hand, you quickly found out that the stairs were leading to another corridor. One massive glass separated the corridor from the actual room. The sight of the green and gold, the animal prints and various instruments, made you audibly gasp.

Another look was thrown over your shoulder as you debated whether or not to step in and take a further look around the living space.

When’s another chance gonna come?

Without thinking about it twice, your hand caught the doorhandle and pushed it open. The faint smell of cigarettes lingered in the air, but knowing that the King could’ve been the one smoking, you sighed in comfort.

In the back there was a piano, significantly smaller than the one in the living room upstairs. But you decided to roll the dice and test your luck. You set the juice on the small table to your right and sat down on the stool.

Goosebumps covered your skin at the leather against your bare skin. Your back was to the door as suddenly you were aware that anybody could’ve walked in and get you banned from the property.

The realization didn’t seem to stop your fingers from dancing on the white keys.

“Earth Angel, Earth Angel

The one I adore

Love you forever and ever”

Your voice was as soft as the beautiful song was. A tape of thoughts from the day you first listened to the song played in front of your eyes. Your eyes closed as you were thrown back to the 50’s.

“I’m just a fool

A fool in love with you”

Your eyes snapped open and your heartbeat picked up. That hadn’t been your voice.

Your fingers ceased playing and you set your hands on your lap.

“Why’d you stop playin’, honey?”

Your lips parted at the voice and your eyes squeezed shut as the realization started settling in. Your voice couldn’t be trusted for a reply. Suddenly, you felt a warm touch on your back, a hand turning the stool in the opposite direction.

Your eyes still shut, but you could feel the gaze on your face.

A laugh. Oh, how you wanted to melt in place.

“Open your eyes, honey, please.”, a warm request, almost in a teasing tone. But you shook your head, your chin almost tucked to your chest.

“Aw, honey. I ain’t that ugly I promise.”

Those were the words that triggered your eyes. A man like that to be called ugly even only as a joke felt like a crime.

“Ah, there they are! Them pretty, little eyes.”, your gaze still set low, noticing slippers covering the King’s feet. And then he did the most unexpected thing. He pulled up the material clinging to his thighs and crouched down in front of you. Your eyes immediately finding the electric blue in his.

“Wow…”, your voice was a mere whisper, making him chuckle. If you had looked at him longer, you would’ve noticed the faint blush on his cheeks.

“I’m Elvis, honey.”, he said in a light tone. “And what’s the name of the pretty little thing playing piano in the Jungle Room?”

Your eyes lifted up to meet his again. “I’m Y/N. I’m sorry Mr—“

“Elvis. Mr Presley is my daddy.”

You nodded quickly as you thought you were in trouble for invading his personal space.

“I’m sorry, Elvis. It’s just that— Julie was talking to Mary and they’ve known each other for years and I couldn’t just jump in the conversation—“

Elvis smiled at you, already knowing where your words were going to lead. But he wanted to hear you say it.

“And then I stumbled in the kitchen for the juice, because I don’t drink— And then I found the stairs and, uh, now I’m here.”, you finished, utterly flushed with embarrassment. Elvis nodded and huffed.

“Quite the journey for a little honey like you, no?”, Elvis tilted his head to get a better look at you and felt his heartbeat speed up.

“I-I guess.”, your cheeks were now a rich cherry-red colour. You couldn’t hold his piercing gaze, so your eyes found comfort on the rings adorning his fingers.

“What do you say we sing another song, honey? Just you and I?”, at his request, your lips parted as you wordlessly nodded.

That was the song that sealed you two together. And the rest is history.

A/N: cutie pie - like chapter, soft reader and sassy/loving elvis are my all time favorite. if you have any requests, don't hesitate to let me know!

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feyhunter78 · 3 months ago

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The Hunt (But Fun)

Description: Rewrite old memories, make them positive, make them fun. Natalie and Travis will try their best and maybe win a prize. (AKA the making out against a tree I promised)

It’s an Easter egg hunt, meant for the whole family, brightly colored plastic eggs hidden throughout the trees on Travis’ grandparents’ property. There’s so many people here, but she guesses that makes sense, apparently Travis’ grandma has like five siblings. It’s supposed to be fun, even the adults play, and Reyna tells them it’s alright if it’s too much for them, if it brings up bad memories. But Marco—who Natalie thinks is still a little wild despite what Travis said—and his wife Lisa tell them that the family gets really competitive. Reyna is probably trying to psych them out. She doesn’t believe them, but it does make her laugh.

It snowed the night before, not super rare but not the norm for this time of year, and Natalie smiles at the sight. They’ve decided, her and Travis since everyone searches in pairs of two, that they’re going to try to use the egg hunt as a way to “reframe” the sight of woods. Reframe the feeling of running through snow, everything that goes into a hunt. They’re going to try to have fun, to make good memories.

So, now they stand at the starting line, taking stock of the other members of Travis’ family, discussing strategy.

“So, who’s our biggest competition here?” She asks, zipping her jacket up, watching as everyone pairs off.

Travis tucks a loose piece of hair beneath the band around her forehead like he did back then, eyeing the others over her shoulder. “Simon and Cami are fast, but my mom and cousin Gabriel play dirty. If you hear them saying one of them is hurt, ignore it, they fake an injury, and someone falls for it every year.”

“Got it, what about Marco and Lisa?” She nods to the pair a little ways down, who are doing some kind of secret handshake.

He tugs the collar of her jacket up. “They usually hang back and see who’s winning, then try to see if they can trail them, but I’m not worried, they won’t be able to keep up with us.”

“And the kids?” She eyes the gaggle of children milling about, all of various ages.

“The kids know there’s a smaller egg hunt in the backyard for them afterwards, this is just to tire them out, so they don’t run wild during lunch.” He says, squeezing her shoulders before turning towards the woods.

He has their basket in his hand, and she almost laughs at how stark the contrast is between his dark colored jacket and the pastel ribbon covered wicker basket.

“So, no need to go easy on them, then?” She asks, itching to run, her shoulder feeling too light, the weight of the gun missing.

“I think we can sweep this and watch from the porch as the losers come trailing back.” Travis says, falling into the same stance as before, back when they hunted to survive, smiling wolfishly.

She laughs, returning his smile, senses sharpening as she breathes out and focuses. “Let’s do it then.”

The air horn sounds, Mara holding it above her head, watching with an almost fanatical glee as everyone races into the woods like a Roman emperor at the coliseum.

“She can’t participate in the egg hunt anymore, so she lives vicariously through us.” Travis explains, catching her line of sight before jerking his head towards the woods. “Come on, huntress, let’s show them how it’s done.”

She’s silent as she moves, Travis a few steps behind, the woods filled with crunching snow, shouts of excitement and people rustling through the undergrowth. It’s almost too easy, a couple of months hasn’t dulled her eyesight, and the Easter eggs are much easier to spot than woodland prey. She darts forward and pulls another egg from the roots of a tree, tossing it back to Travis.

They continue to wind their way through, pausing every so often to listen, communicating wordlessly, a thrill running through her with each egg they find. She feels alive again, the brisk air filling her lungs, adrenaline pumping through her veins. They come upon a clearing, and they hover at the edge of it, hidden within the treeline. A medium-sized plastic egg sis in the center on a tree stump, pastel purple glitter sparkling in the light.

“Oh shit, I didn’t know they were bringing that back.” Travis whispers, his breath fogging in the air.

“What is it?”

“Bonus egg, whoever gets it first, gets first slice of my Great Aunt Cassie’s chocolate pie, it’s really good like Godiva or something.”

“Well, let’s get it, then.” She smiles, scanning the clearing. She fucking loves Godiva.

At the opposite edge of the clearing, she sees Simon and Cami, their blue jackets like a signal fire. Cami heads for the egg.

“Shit Nat go.” Travis urges, taking a step back to give her space.

She bolts into the clearing, eyes on the egg, outer field of vision registering Cami as she draws closer. It doesn’t matter if Cami is fast, she’s not as fast as her, it’s always been her claim to fame, she’s the fastest on the team, fastest in the wilderness and here on open terrain? Easy as pie, the pie she's going to devour when they get back.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” Cami yells, eyes wide with surprise still at least ten feet from the stump as Natalie swoops in and grabs the egg, pivoting and running back into the trees a few feet from where she exited.

Travis is already waiting, and he holds out the basket. She drops the egg in, and they keep moving, stalking through the trees as he counts the eggs in their basket. “We just need two more.”

The last egg is up in a tree and Natalie holds the basket while Travis pulls himself up, scaling the branches with ease.

“What’s in these anyways?” She asks, shaking one of the eggs.

“Jellybeans, other types of candies, maybe coins or cash?” He answers, dropping down beside her, brows furrowed like he can’t understand why she’s asking that question. “Like every Easter egg is, for probably as long as it’s been a commercial holiday?”

She can’t remember the last time her family celebrated Easter, but she’s pretty sure whenever they did the eggs were empty. Her face burns, and she looks at the snow dusted dirt, handing him the basket back. “Oh, I thought that was just in movies or whatever.”

“Don’t let my Abuela hear that, or you’re going to have to do the kids’ egg hunt too.” He laughs, holding their final egg up to the light. “Yeah, this one has jellybeans in it.”

She presses her lips together, feeling stupid for feeling embarrassed, but she can’t help it. Sometimes she can forget that Travis had such a different, better childhood than her. But then there’s times like this, and it's so blatantly obvious she feels like there’s a neon sign on her forehead blinking poor and parents didn’t care. “Can I have some?”

He gives her a look, soft and tender, noticing her curling in on herself because damnit she can never actually hide from him, and pops it open, showing her the brightly colored candy inside. “Yeah, Nat, of course. Have them all.”

She tries them individually then all at once, the saccharine sweetness of them making her teeth hurt.

“Are they any good?” He asks, popping a few in his mouth from a different egg.

“They’re really sweet.” She says, her nose crinkling involuntarily.

“That’s the issue with them, can’t have too many in one sitting. Oh, this one has chocolate in it. Want a kiss?” He offers her a Hersey kiss wrapped in pink foil.

She knows he means the chocolate, obviously, but she takes the opportunity anyways, grabs the front of his jacket, and kisses him.

His arms go around her, the basket thudding into the snow, as he pulls her closer, his lips parting beneath hers, the taste of jellybeans on their tongues. He backs up until she has him pressed against the tree, his hands burning through her clothing as his fingers take root in the back of her jacket.

“Can I have another?” She asks when they part for air, her lipgloss smeared on his lips.

“Yes, fuck yes.” He tangles his fingers in her hair, bringing them back together his lips warm against hers, heat radiating throughout her body.

“You’re so sweet.” She says, hands inching up, seeking the warmth of his skin.

“It’s the jellybeans.”

She pulls back to look at him, fingers interlocking at the nape of his neck. “No, it’s just you, Travis. You’re sweet, you’re always so sweet to me.”

He blushes, blushes, and it makes her almost giddy. “Nat…come on, how can I not be sweet to you? You’re my girl.”

Now it’s her turn to blush. “Shut up.”

His hands settle at her hips, still warm like a radiator. “I mean, it’s true, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is, don’t be stupid.” She says, undercutting any potential harshness in her tone—because she knows she can sound harsh even when she doesn’t mean it—with a featherlight kiss to the corner of his lips.

He smiles and leans his head back against the tree, just basking in it all they way she does when she wakes up and his arm is still slung over her waist. She takes the opportunity to press her lips to his pulse point, trailing down slowly, biting back a smile when his grip on her hips tightens, and his breath catches. “N-Nat.”

She hums in response, trailing back up, careful not to leave any marks until she reaches his lips, looking up at him through her lashes, sliding one hand from his neck to cup his cheek. “Yes?”

“That’s so unfair, you can’t just look at me like that.” He groans even as he smiles down at her.

She bats her eyelashes the way Jackie taught her to years ago when they were both drunk at some lame party. “Like what, Trav?”

“You know.” He says, using his strength to flip them, his hand cradling her head, his lips ghosting over hers as he gives her a look that is definitely inappropriate for a Sunday morning at his grandparents’ place.

She’s always thought his eyes were beautiful, ever shifting shades of brown from the intoxicating hues of sunlight whisky to the depths of fresh soil primed and tiled in order for new life to grow. They’re what caught her attention when they first met and ever since then she’s been ensnared by them, fascinated by the spark within them, embers flickering like a low burn in a fire pit, or fireflies in summer skies.

She tilts her head, brushing her thumb over his lips. “Do I?”

He chuckles breathily, burying his fingers in her hair then crashes his lips to hers, body pressing hers further into the tree trunk, devouring her, heated lips and sugar sweet tongue taking her under.

She clings to his jacket, hand on his cheek going to his hair, a quiet sigh escaping her when he attaches his lips to her throat, pressing searing kisses to the sensitive skin. “Trav-Travis be careful, you can’t leave a mark, they’ll see.”

He flashes her a smile that makes her knees weak, as he unzips her jacket revealing the slightly low-cut blouse she wore underneath before he tugs it down further. “Guess I just have to go lower then.”

Her breath hitches, when he dips his head, the ends of his hair ticking her skin, and she bites her bottom lip. “You’re lucky, you’re cute.”

He nips at the exposed flesh in lieu of a response, and she bites harder on her lip trying to stay quiet, her grip on his hair tightening. Excitement flares through her as he mouths at the skin, the cool air in direct contrast to the heat of his lips, the sting of his teeth. She probably should tell him hickeys don’t require teeth, but she learned long ago they both like it better this way.

“You’re so pretty, Nat, and so soft.” He says, kissing his way back up to the hollow of her throat. “And you smell nice, too.”

He sucks at the spot where her neck and clavicle meet, and her words come out breathless. “Thanks, new perfume.”

“Keep using it.”

“Okay.”

His hand skates up her side, and he smiles, she loves it when he smiles. “Thanks for coming to this with me.”

She’s got a bit of whiplash from the subject change, but she tries to clear her head, blinking a few times. “Yeah, of course.”

He kisses her again, slowly, deeply, sweetly, holding her like she’s made of glass, and she wants more, nipping at his bottom lip to covey her silent need.

A twig snaps a few feet to their right, and they freeze, senses on high alert. After a few seconds when there’s no other disturbances, they break apart, Travis grabbing the basket, Natalie leading the way as she readjusts her clothing, zipping her jacket back up.

They reemerge at the starting line, holding hands, and Mara smiles when she sees them. “Looks like we have our winners.”

“Travis told me there’s a pie we get first crack at?”

Mara takes the basket from Travis. “Yes, you’ll have to wait until everyone is back, though.”

Daniel, Travis’ granddad, leads them inside, seating them on one of the couches in front of the fireplace. He’s a quiet man but kind, he and Travis have the same nose.

Simon and Cami come in a bit later, the others trailing behind them, and Cami’s eyes narrow when she sees Natalie. “Natalie, what is Reyna feeding you? You were like a speed demon or something.”

“She was a star soccer player, Camilla.” Mara reminds her, unveiling the pie Natalie has been waiting for since she snatched up the bonus egg.

Cami shakes her head but laughs. “Fair, fair, but next year we’re going to beat you two.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Travis says, slinging an arm over Natalie’s shoulders. “Nat and I are the dream team.”

Marco ruffles Travis’ hair as he passes by to warm his hands by the fire. “Look at our little Travilito, all this confidence now that he’s got himself a girlfriend.”

Travis pushes his hands away. “Screw off.”

Natalie stifles a snicker, sliding from beneath Travis’ arm to take a plate from Mara mouthwatering as she digs her fork into the chocolate pie, a dollop of whip cream near the crust. It’s delicious, melting on her tongue, rich and sweet. Yeah, she’d be down to do this again next year.

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itscloudsocks · 17 days ago

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Time and Time again - chapter 8

still alive, still incredibly stressed, sorry for the long wait <3 this is the calm before the storm, you have been warned :)

cw: description of injury and blood, panic attack

Viktor wouldn´t say he´s close to any of Vi´s friends. They´re the tagalongs to her mischief, scrawny and too smart for their own good - good for keeping two more eyes on Pow whenever she joins their adventures. Mylo and Claggor have just appeared with Vi in the bar when they were nothing more but some snot-nosed kids, hungry for a hearty meal and whatever they could grab from too-drunk customers without anyone noticing. That´s been almost eight years ago. Now, at sixteen, they all seem to have calmed down a whole bunch. So when Mylo stumbles into the shop just as Viktor has decided to close up for the night, a hand pressed over his side, blood seeping through his fingers, Viktor feels a strange sense of déjà-vu.

“Hey, Vik,” he rasps, slumping back against the closing door, following it the extra inch before it´s stopped by its hinges. Leaving his cane near the counter, Viktor limps over to Mylo, praising the gods that today is a good-pain day, the ache still here but staying in the background for the most part.

“What happened? What the hell, Mylo?”

Coughing and then whincing in pain, Mylo shoots Viktor a weak grin, usual confidence nowhere to be seen.

“Was hoping you could patch me up, actually…ran into some trouble earlier.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” frowns Viktor. “Okay, yeah, yes, let´s go to the back.”

The way back is slow and torturous, mostly because Viktor is trying to keep Mylo upright when he himself can barely straighten his back properly. Somehow, they manage; Viktor presses Mylo down on the edge of the table with a hand to his shoulder before making his way over the shelf where he knows fresh towels and cloths are being kept. He´s neither made for treating wounds nor is he equipped with the needed tools. But as long as he doesn´t know the extent to Mylo´s injuries, there´s no sense in panicking.

When he returns, Mylo has taken a seat on the table, feet dangling over the edge, young face pale and clammy. Reaching for the scissors, Viktor only griefs the loss of the shirt for a moment, before he starts cutting. Clothes are worn until they dissolve. Down here, buying new ones is out of the picture for a lot of people and making new ones himself is not one of Viktor´s skills. While he cuts open Mylo´s shirt, he listens to what exactly has led to the large slice just below the left side of his ribcage.

“There was a fight near the bridge. A handful of people and a whole squad of Enforcers. They escalated it, I swear! I just wanted to help, make sure nobody got hurt. It was close to that small construction site near the river stairs, I got caught on some metal beams. It´s stupid, I should´ve been more careful.”

Humming in agreement, Viktor starts carefully cleaning the skin around the cut. The bleeding has mostly stopped,the injury doesn´t seem life-threatening but there´s always a risk of infection.

“You should´ve. It´s been getting more dangerous, apparently the Council denied another proposition to start cleaning up Zaun. Vander said that the Enforcers have regular parole routes now, and they´re looking for trouble. Watch out for each other when you´re out there, understood?”

“Of course,” nods Mylo. “It´s just harder with Powder with us, she´s not as fast as us. Makes running harder.”

With a sigh, Viktor wraps a clean cloth around Mylo´s middle, acting as a bandage until he can get proper ones from Vander.

“Yeah…it´s hard to keep her away, when all she wants is be a part of your little group."

"Vander just hasn´t gotten through to her, yet," argues Mylo through clenched teeth.

“I fear it´s more difficult than that,” snorts Viktor, slightly amused. “Sure, Vander gives us all a roof over our heads and two meals a day, but it is not him that she looks up to, it´s Vi. Whatever she says is law, in Powders eyes. So convincing her can´t come from Vander. And Vi is too much of a hardass to actually talk Pow into staying away. So the safest bet for any of us, is just looking out for her.”

“She´s just so incapable,” groans Mylo, half out of pain, half out of annoyance.

“Well, I remember your incapability, when you were her age. She´s a child, cut her some slack. She has to learn, like everybody else her age.”

“Were you like that, too?”, Mylo asks, voice careful. They don´t ask about Viktor´s past, have learned a long time ago that he will not talk about his own upbringing, no matter how much they try to annoy him with questions. His childhood is off-limits. But Mylo is young and scared and bleeding out on this table. With a sigh, Viktor tilts his head.

“Yes, and no. I was incapable, but hardly because of my age.”

“Because of your leg?”, is the next question, slightly bolder. Raising an eyebrow, Viktor shoots Mylo a warning glance.

“Yes, because of my leg. Shut up, now, let´s get you to Vander.”

“But I don´t-”

“I don´t care that you don´t want him seeing you hurt, and I don´t care that he will lecture you for getting hurt. It is either that, or dying of an infection, you choose.”

Viktor lets Mylo grumble under his breath while disposing of the bloody cloths. When he returns, hands mostly clean and a blanket slung over one arm for Mylo to wear, Mylo apparently has made a decision, because he´s standing with his back to the table now, still leaning against it heavily. When Viktor wordlessly hands him the blanket, he frowns but wraps it around his shoulders.

Mylo does get an earful from Vander while getting stitched back up. He´s sitting on a bar stool, a glass of whatever alcohol Vander could bear to hand over between his fingers, a tense expression on his face.

“...I can´t believe you´re this stupid, Mylo! You don´t run into trouble, you get grownups and let them handle it. And with the Enforcers around every corner? You could´ve ended up in Stillwater and we would´ve never found out!”

Viktor raises an eyebrow from behind Vanders bulky shoulder, and Mylo closes his mouth again. He is pale, a layer of sweat forming on his upper lip. He doesn´t watch Vander threading a needle through the sliced-open skin, keeps his eyes pinned on Viktor pacing the ground behind his father figure. Vander, for all of his brute strength and general buffness, is surprisingly handy with a needle and thread. Probably something he´s picked up from Felicia, all those years ago.

“I´m fine,” he grunts out, after some time, making Vander explode into another lecture. From the corner of his eye, Viktor sees a timid, scared looking Powder peaking around the corner from the stairwell. Her hair is a mess, her eyes small with sleep. She looks like she´s fallen straight out of her crowsnest, to check out the ruckus going on downstairs. Vi is nowhere to be seen. With a sigh, Viktor makes his way over to his sister, placing his body in the way of her and the sight of Vander and Mylo.

“He´ll be fine,” he reassures her. An immediate pout forms on her face, she pushes away from the wall and crosses her arms in front of her chest, defensively.

“I don´t care.”

“It´s only a cut, he was being stupid.”

“I said I don´t care.”

“I know,” smiles Viktor, reaching out to flatten a strand of blue hair sticking up from behind her ear. “Why don´t you go back to bed, hm? It´s late.”

“I´m not tired,” Pow complains without moving out of his touch. Nodding softly, Viktor starts untangling her hair, giving her the gentleness she never seems to have for herself.

“Want me to read you a story?”

Shaking her head softly, Powder clamps a hand around his wrist. “Can we go up to the balcony?”

“Of course, come on.”

Stairs have always been Viktor´s greatest enemy, and it doesn´t help that Powder is bouncing up the steps like it´s nothing, while he´s struggling with every step. His already untrained lungs have been feeling strangely tight lately. But as long as it doesn´t turn into an active problem, Viktor chooses to ignore it. He´s good at that, ignoring potential troubles until they can no longer be ignored.

Powder is already sitting on the little makeshift bench Viktor and Silco had built together years ago, her feet dangling over the edge. It has always been a bit too high for him as well, in the beginning. Now, he sinks down on it comfortably, feet planted on the ground, cane leaning on the wooden plank next to his knee. It is silent for a long time, until Powder speaks back up.

“I had a nightmare,” she mumbles. “About that night mom and dad died. Vi thinks I don´t remember, but I do. You were there, too, in my dream, you were laying there with a bullet in your head. And Vander had a big hole in his belly.”

The way she says it, her voice calm, her eyes clouded and faraway, makes Viktor feel sick. Carefully, he reaches out and places a hand on her shoulder, squeezing softly. A blink, and she´s back, looking up at Viktor with her big, curious eyes.

“You can get me any time you have a nightmare, okay? I won´t be mad.”

“But you won´t be here forever. You´ll leave, too, some day.”

Sighing softly, Viktor nods. There´s no sense in lying to Pow, she´s too smart for her own good, anyways.

“Perhaps, but never far. This is my home, Pow, I can´t leave it behind, even if I tried. I´ll always be around here somewhere, and you will always be welcome, wherever I am, okay?”

Nodding softly, Pow curls up against his side, her head on his shoulder and her skinny hands around his arm.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Viktor regrets it the next morning, when his leg starts acting up before he can even get out of bed, but he carries Powder back down that night, after she´s fallen asleep leaning against him. He awakes with a foot in his ribs and someone drooling on his arm, but it is worth it when he looks over to see his little sister, still caught in deep sleep.

Jayce, not surprising for anyone, returns a couple of days later. When he pushes into the store, Viktor can already sense that something is different. He´s grown up having to read people and their intentions to survive, and reading Jayce has never been too much work. Even now, it´s not particularly hard, just…surprising.

There are dark circles beneath his eyes, his shoulders are pushed up high. The usually warm tan he is sporting seems to have faded like Powders chalk drawings on the street after a heavy rain. Instead, he looks like he´s recovering from sickness, with his lips bitten raw and his eyes tired and jumpy. Wordlessly, he walks over to the counter and hands over the list. Viktor, just as quiet, moves to retrieve the items for him. When he returns to the front, it is to a small mountain of coins and Jayce waiting, bag already open.

“...are you okay?”, Viktor asks after watching Jayce pack his back. Jayce stills in the moment, tenses, before releasing a long, deliberate breath through parted lips.

“Yes.” When he speaks, it is with a quiet voice, tension clear in just this one word. “Just…anxiety. It´s fine.”

Tilting his head, Viktor takes another look. There is a slight tremor to Jayce´s hands, a too-regular, too deep pattern to his breathing. Like he is on the brink of a panic attack. Well, fuck. Viktor can´t let him leave like this. The people down here sense weakness like snakes can sense fear. And a man as large and regal as Jayce, looking as frightened and panicking as he does right now, is an easy target for even the youngest of children.

“What do you need?”, asks Viktor, an unfamiliar softness in his voice. He might not be a brother by blood, but he knows how to take care of Vi or Pow after gruesome nightmares, he knows how to talk down shaky kids on the brink of doing something stupid. So how different can this be?

The confusion is clear on Jayce´s face when he looks up at Viktor, hands finishing the knot and closing up his bag. It is obvious, that he hadn´t expected Viktor to keep going. Jayce blinks once, twice, before frowning softly.

“What do you mean?”

“To feel better,” Viktor explains, slipping into his older-brother role easily. “Is there something you need?”

“Ah. Oh. Uhm.” Viktor waits as Jayce fumbles with his words, setting down the bag to cast a hand through his hair. “I…it started on my way here…I´ll be okay once I´m back home and can just…take a moment.”

“Take a moment here, then.” Jayce frowns, clearly confused. Has Viktor really been this much of an asshole, that even the smallest slither of kindness seems to actively surprise Jayce? Viktor pushes on. “Can´t lose my best customer because he gets mugged in the street while having a panic attack. Come on.”

Jayce, after shouldering his bag, slowly follows Viktor. He looks like a caged animal, with the way his eyes keep darting and his shoulders tense with every step. Like Viktor will bring him to the back just to murder him. The thought makes Viktor snort, silently. He´s not a violent person. Sure, there´s no way to grow up in Zaun without ever having been involved in a street fight, but Viktor has never come out on the other side a champion. And , back then, the other kids have learned fairly quickly to just push him around a bit to get what they wanted. And now, Viktors talent in repairing broken things is too valuable to really make him the target of anything, anyone. So it is a ridiculous thought, him being able to hurt a man as large as Jayce. But he assumes, in his state, there´s no rationality to Jayce´s thoughts.

Pushing the door to the back room open, Viktor makes out a few droplets of blood on the ground in front of the table where Mylo had been bleeding out a few nights ago. Well, that surely can´t help Jayce´s paranoia.

“Sit, stand, lay down, do whatever you need. Nobody will bother you, here, take a moment.”

Jayce rips his eyes from the dried blood on the ground - so he did spot it, immediately - and stares over at Viktor.

“Why…are you being nice to me, suddenly?”

There´s a sharp response on the tip of Viktors tongue but the way Jayce has formed that question, the fear seeping out of every word, the breath caught in his throat, makes Viktor pause.

“Because being an asshole will do you no good, in this state. You are safe, here, and I cannot let you leave when you are this unfocused, and get stabbed by some desperate soul. So, take some time, and come out when you feel better.”

The sound escaping from Jayce´s throat is so high and desperate, that for a moment, Viktor is sure he´s imagined it. But then the hand wrapped around Jayce´s bag opens and just a moment later, Jayce falls to his knees next to it, heaving out breath after breath.

Fuck.

Viktor can only stare, as Jayce bullies his own, panicked body into a corner of the room, forehead against his knees, hands tugging at his hair. His shoulders, large and imposing, are curled inwards, his strong arms tremble violently. He has been keeping it together, just to fall apart in secret.

Fuck.

Slowly coming closer, Viktor kneels down next to Jayce. From up close, he can almost smell the waves of panic rolling of the other man. What the hell is going on right now? Slowly, carefully, he reaches out, brushes a fingertip against Jayce´s hand still clawing at his hair. The reaction is as immediate as it is desperate. With a speed that makes Viktor flinch, Jayce wraps his hand around Viktor´s wrist. His hair is incredibly soft, is Viktor´s first thought when his fingers get pushed against Jayce´s scalp almost violently. His second thought is that must hurt. When he softly tugs at Jayce´s hand, he gets a low, forced whine in return.

“Hush,” he scolds softly. “Don´t be difficult.”

Tugging at Jayce´s hand is a bit of a task but when Viktor succeeds, it is with Jayce´s hand pressed flat over his chest. Viktor, deliberately, starts breathing slow, steads breaths, quietly leading the exercise with his voice.

It seems to take forever until Jayce comes out of this panic-induced state. Viktor notices in the way his fingers lightly flex against his chest, digging into his shirt before Jayce seems to notice just what he is touching, and pulls away like he has been burnt. Viktor lets him. He watches as Jayce lifts and turns his head, looking over towards Viktor with wide eyes.

“Did I…?”

“No,” says Viktor easily. “I heard it helps, I figured it wouldn´t hurt to try. I apologize.”

“No! No, I…thank you…I´m sorry for…this.”

Viktor, upon noticing the uncomfortable pull of muscle over his knee, moves until he is sitting next to Jayce, legs stretched out in front of him.

“There is nothing to be sorry for. Does it happen often?”

Shrugging softly, Jayce lets his head thump back against the wall. His voice is dry and distant when he speaks back up, eyes trained on the ceiling.

“On and off. It´s…I was diagnosed as a kid. My Ma and Cait are there for most of it…I´m sorry you had to deal with me.”

“Nonsense,” frowns Viktor. He might still be pissed at Jayce for having ghosted him for years growing up, but he is old enough to separate personal feelings with human decency. “Who´s Cait?”

“Ah, my sister. Well, not by blood, but we grew up together, so…yeah, my sister.”

Nodding softly, Viktor tilts his head back, mimicking Jayce. “I have two of those, too.”

Humming softly, Jayce falls silent again. There´s still a bit of restless-ness in his posture, but for the most part he seems calm, now. For a moment they just sit, and Viktor hates how much he doesn´t actually hate it. Back at the Last Drop, there´s never a moment of silence. Now, here, with Jayce, it seems to come naturally.

“I really am sorry, Viktor,” Jayce speaks back up after some time, quietly. “I didn´t mean to just…disappear…I…don´t want to find excuses. I´m just sorry.”

With a sigh, Viktor raises his head again, looking out into the room with all of its familiar boxes and gadgets, a sorting system Viktor has built after his second week here, because Benzo had never bothered to label anything. This is home, as much as the Last Drop, as much as the Lane, as much as Zaun. His resolve crumbles like a house of cards.

“It´s okay, Jayce. I know what I said, and I´m still…not entirely over it. But it´s okay. I´ve been told that I´m smarter than that and that I should give you a second chance before it´s too late. So…here it is, if you still want it.”

Jayce´s expression lights up immediately, all traces of his anxiety attack gonne with the blink of an eye. What is left is the doe-eyed, cheerful Jayce Viktor has become friends with all those years ago.

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Read your post about us requesting BTS stories annnnnd i´ve had this idea since forever so maybe you can make it come to life?

Also, wanted to say i found your account some time back and i absolutely LOVE your conten. Its so, so good honestly. I´m so happy one random day you popped in my titmeline.

So here it goes, sorry if its too much, of course you can always skip parts or change it if you feel like it. Since Christmas and New Year are around the corner i think it would fit.

So Namjoon, Jin´s bestfriend both majorying in some nerdy career. Happens to one night take a light liking in you after almost 7 years knowing you, seeing you as Jin´s little sister. Where it gets tricky is that... both Jin and her have abandoment issues and he is SO OVER PROTECTIVE or her it borders toxic but its just trauma response (like the background is so angsty, idk father used to be an abuser, mom never taking care of them, leaving money and dissapearing for days, cursing them out for existing like Seokjin with just 13 learned how to cook do laundry and braid her sister´s hair every night? etcetc) So both Jin and her only trusted each other, that´s until they both found angels as friends few years ago. So one night, escaping from Seokjin, Jimin, her bff convinces her of sneaking to a frat party or something and- wait- What time is it? Her head hurts... And why is she grinding hips at the beat of the music and making out in a frat room with, tall, big thighs, glasses, dimple smiled and clearly drunk... K-Kim Namjoon?!

Like i want HEALING, i want development ...what if Namjoon is head over heels because he starts seeing her as a woman for the first time after that and he absolutely loves eveything about her? He tries but he just cant stop his heart from doing cartwheels everytime he sees her. Like, he KNOWS her. How was he so blind before? What if she´s too scared but after hundreds of flirting and tries from him,.. how can she not fall for him? So they give it a try...While, hiding from Jin? What if there´s a toxic ex she cant get rid of that left her even more scared of relationships. IDK you can twist it as you like of course! xx

First, I am so sorry this is so late and it’s way past the Holidays. Things have been crazy and I don’t have as much free time as I used to.

Second, This kind of strayed away from the request a bit. I’m really sorry, but I hope you still like it!

Third, Thank you so much for you kind words! I love hearing that.

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College Student Namjoon x Jin’s Little Sister Reader

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Slightly Suggestive, Alcoholism, Drug Use, Non-Consensual Activities, Drinking, Money being accepted for sex, Yoongi and Jungkook are pretty terrible (it’s just for the story. I don’t think they’d really be like this in real life.)

“Hey so uh you busy next Saturday?”

You looked the guy in front of you over several times. You heard his name was Yoongi. He appeared to be your typical college fuckboy. Definitely older. Had more money than the average college student. He claimed to be a rapper, going by the name Suga, but you knew most of his money probably came from dealing. You knew what he wanted and you also knew you’d never hear from him again once he got it. The thing is that even knowing all of that information you were still interested.

“Why what do you have pla-“

“She’s busy!”, a familiar voice declared before grabbing your arm. As you were being drug away by your older brother you turned to get one last look at Yoongi who was staring at you dumbfounded before shrugging his shoulders and walking back into the party to find a new plan.

“What are you thinking talking to guys like that?”, Jin scolded once you were far enough away, “He’s just going to use you.”

“So what?! I’m an adult and I can consent to it if I want to.”, you said crossing your arms. So far your college experience had been a lot of sneaking around trying to do things without your overprotective brother breathing down your neck. You knew he meant well and only wanted the best for you, but it was still frustrating.

“Come on. Let’s grab some dinner. My treat.”, he said opening the door for you.

“Namjoon.”, you smiled before taking a seat across from him at the table. Of course he would be there. Him and your brother had pretty much been inseparable since high school which was both good and bad for the huge crush you harbored on him.

“Y/N.”, he nodded, “You know Jin is right by the way. You really should stay away from guys like Yoongi. You deserve much better than that.”

Your heart skipped a beat hearing him say that, but you quickly came back to reality when he followed it up with, “You’re my best friends little sister and I’d hate to see you get hurt like that.”

“Thanks.”, you mumbled before burying your face into the menu. You were never going to be more to him than the annoying little girl in pigtails who use to tag along with them everywhere they went.

“Are you two seriously studying on a Saturday night?”, you giggled after finding Jin and Namjoon surrounded by papers and books at the kitchen table.

“Hey Astrophysics is like really really hard.”, Jin whined.

“Yeah that’s why I’m a dance major.”, their other friend Hobi spoke from behind the counter where he was biting into a pizza slice.

“Okay well I’ll be out late so don’t wait up.”, you said trying to quickly make it to the door.

“Whoa whoa whoa where do you think you’re going?”, Jin questioned.

“I have a date.”, you mumbled knowing you were about to have a fight.

“A date? With who? And where? It better not be Yoongi.”, he said walking over to get closer to you.

“It’s not Yoongi. It’s just uh…It’s just some guy I met.”, you whispered, “I’m meeting him at the restaurant.”

“No way! I don’t like that. I’ll take you there so I can see this guy for myself.”, Jin said already looking for his coat.

“I’m an adult Jin. I don’t need you babysitting me all the time.”, you spat.

“I don’t care if you’re an adult. You’re still my little sister.”, he said sternly, “Namjoon help me out here.”

Namjoon was a little taken back after being pulled into the conversation, but he composed himself, “I mean…I think it’s a good thing for him to check it out and make sure this guy doesn’t seem like he’s up to something.”

You sighed, but stormed out of the apartment knowing that Jin was close behind.

“See.”, you hissed while pointing through the large window of the restaurant, “His name is Taehyung. He’s a biology major. He works part time at the campus coffee shop even though he hates coffee. He likes theater and the color red. Good enough?”

Jin side eyed you, “Call me immediately if he tries anything.”

You rolled your eyes and entered into the restaurant towards Taehyung whom you did know from being partnered together in your intro to biology class. Thankfully he was a talker so you knew a lot about him and by some miracle he also happened to be at the same restaurant. Because once you were sure that Jin had walked away you turned and walked towards your actual date.

Yoongi was sitting in the back corner. He greeted you with a smile and got up to pull out your chair and help you get seated, a nice gesture you weren’t expecting from him.

You liked him, maybe even a little more than you had planned but you couldn’t help yourself. He was handsome and charismatic. He knew just what to say. He also had this “he can be fixed” aura about him. You always seemed to go for the guys with the most traumatic or saddest backstories, probably a product of your upbringing thanks to your severely alcoholic father whom you grew up trying to take care of before he passed away.

“Earth to Y/N.”, Yoongi chuckled, “Did you wanna meet up at The Winter Fest next Saturday?”

You were stunned by his request. A second date with THE Min Yoongi was unheard of.

“Yeah sounds great.”, you managed to speak still in shock.

“Cool, I can’t wait.”, he smirked.

“NO absolutely not!!”, Jin slammed his hand down on the table, “You are not going to The Winter Fest. It’s just an excuse for too many people to shove themselves into a house and get blackout drunk and have sex. You are not going!” He was actually angry. You knew he wasn’t going to be happy when he found out, but you didn’t expect this level of aggression.

“Why do you treat me like I’m still a child? You’re not my father!”, you shouted back instantly feeling guilty when you saw his face fall.

“Fine Y/N. Do what you want, but I cant promise I’ll be there to save you.”

“Jinnie.”, you said reaching for his hand but he pulled away.

“I may not be your father, but I had to step up at a young age to raise you, to protect you. I practically gave up my youth to take care of you and for the longest time you were all I had. I’m sorry that I’m overprotective of you. I don’t want to see anything happen to you.”, he said before walking off to his room.

“He has a point.”

“Not now Namjoon.”, you pouted but he continued anyways, “He just wants what is best for you. I know he comes off strong and like he’s just trying to ruin things for you, but he means well. Especially about this Winter Fest thing. Nothing good ever happens there. The school has been trying to get it banned for years. I’d have to agree with him on this one and you should skip it.”

“Why so I could be the one person on campus who doesn’t go to it? Be deemed a social outcast?”

“Why do you want to go so bad?”, he inquired, “Do you really think Yoongi has good intentions by asking you there?”

You looked at him with wide eyes, “H-How did you know that?”

Namjoon started packing up his belongings. “Let’s just say your brother isn’t the only one that worries about you.”, he mumbled before seeing himself out of your apartment.

“Wait so Jin is out of town which means you can freely go to Winter Fest?”, your best friend Jimin asked.

“Yep, I guess I got lucky. He said something about going to some astrophysics conference somewhere. I don’t know. It sounded boring.”

“Wow I thought for sure he’d lock you in a tower somewhere and throw away the key.”

You both laughed at the thought of that.

“And Namjoon?”, he questioned a few minutes later.

“What about him?”

“Well…I mean he’s kind of like your other protector. He’s always got his eye on you and stuff. He’s just not as obnoxious about it as your brother is. I think he might kind of have a thing for you. He gets like weirdly jealous some times.”

You scoffed to yourself, “He thinks I’m just some dumb little girl who can’t take care of myself. That’s all. And I don’t know where he is tonight and I don’t really care because I have a date with Yoongi to get ready for.”

The music was loud, almost excruciatingly loud. The floors were sticky and covered in what you were hoping was just spilled liquor. All you cared about was finding Yoongi which was a lot harder than anticipated thanks to strobe lights and hundreds of other people packed into this house shoving each other around.

You were making your way to the back when someone grabbed your waist startling you and making you scream.

“Calm down baby doll. It’s just me.”, Yoongi whispered in your ear.

“Sorry you scared me.”, you giggled and wrapped your hands around his arm.

“Don’t worry. I wont let anything bad happen to you.”, he grinned while leading you into the kitchen to get a drink.

It happened fast, but one drink turned into three and next thing you knew your hands were running through Yoongi’s hair as he pushed you up the stairs while his tongue wrestled with yours for dominance.

Somehow you managed to find an unoccupied bedroom in which Yoongi pushed you down onto the bed.

“Are you sure about this baby doll?”, he asked. The nickname making your heart beat a little bit faster.

You nodded and pulled him down on top of you.

“H-Hold on. I’ll be right back.”, he said leaning away. “Need condoms.”, he laughed when he noticed your confused expression before leaving the room.

You laid on the bed adjusting your skirt and unbuttoning your top a little more when the door swung open and then quickly slammed shut. You expected Yoongi or even another eager couple, but you never expected to see Namjoon standing in the center of the room. When you saw him glancing at your exposed cleavage and hiked up skirt you quickly adjusted yourself feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Namjoon what are you doing here? Please leave.”

He shook his head, “You need to come with me. Please Y/N. You don’t want to be here.”

“No I’m sure I do want to be here because that’s why I’m here so please leave before Yoongi gets back.”

“Y/N listen to me?”

“No Namjoon. I’m sick of it! I’m sick of you guys being overbearing. I’m sick of you treating me like a little kid. I’m an adult and can make adult decisions on my own.”

He nodded, “Fine.”, and walked out slamming the door behind him.

The door opened once again. This time revealing Yoongi. But also someone else. A someone else that made your legs shake and your stomach nauseous.

“J-Ju-Jungkook?”, you whispered.

“See I told you man.”, Yoongi said patting Jungkook on the back, “I’ve got her prepped and everything. She’s all yours.”

You watched as Jungkook handed Yoongi a wad of cash.

“I…I don’t understand.”, you said, “You’re like a pimp or something?”

“Oh God no.”, Yoongi laughed, “I’m just a good business man. The first time… I was genuinely interested in hooking up with you, but after our little run in with your brother I didn’t think you would be worth the trouble. But fuck you’re gorgeous and I couldn’t get you out of my mind so I gave you another chance. Then I saw your crazy brother follow you to the restaurant and knew I was done with this mess. When you got up to go to the bathroom I was just gonna pay the bill and leave you there, but then Jungkook here came over to the table and asked for a favor. He said he knew you and wanted to get with you so I said for the right price I’d make it happen. And here we are!”

You were appalled by him. An arrogant fuckboy is one thing, but accepting money to trick you into hooking up with someone else, especially Jungkook was another. You wanted to give him an ear full, but he was already in the hallway letting the door slam behind him.

You tried to chase after him, but Jungkook put his arm out to stop you, “I don’t think so Y/N. I paid for this and I’m not leaving without it.”

“Leave me alone Jungkook. I wouldn’t fuck you back when we were dating and I won’t do it now so let it go.”, you said trying to shove past him but he was much bigger and stronger and threw you down onto the bed with ease, “We will see about that.”

You wanted to fight back, but all of the horrible memories of your past came flooding back making you freeze in fear. Your addict of mother letting random men into the house at all hours of the night and you screaming in terror begging for them to stop. Jin always bursting through the door not caring what happened to him as long as he got you safe. He’d always wrap you in his arms and tell you everything was going to be okay and you would give anything to have him here right now so you could apologize and tell him he was right about all of it.

“Y/N are you okay?”

“Y/N?”

Cautiously you opened your eyes to see Namjoon staring at you. The bedroom door had been nearly busted off its hinges and Jungkook was rolling around on the ground with blood pouring from his nose and mouth.

“Joonie.”, you sobbed as he picked you up and pulled you onto his lap.

“Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?”, he asked.

“N-No”, you shook your head, “I just want to go home.”

“Okay. Let’s get you home.”, he said carrying you out of the party.

The snow had really picked up outside and you were freezing. You were a little embarrassed. Also still a little scared and shaken up.

So when Namjoon came in your room to bring you some hot tea and a snack you couldn’t help but break down all over again.

“I…I think, maybe I should call Jin.”, he said trying to walk away, but you grabbed onto his hand and stopped him, “No please stay here with me. I don’t want to be alone.”

“Okay. I’m here.”, he whispered before gingerly getting into your bed with you trying not to cause too much of a disturbance.

“How did you know what they were up to?”, you asked after a while of silence and watching the snow fall.

“Well…Yoongi and Jungkook aren’t exactly the smartest so they were running their mouths about this whole thing and it eventually got back to me.”

“Oh.”, you said, “Well uh thank you for saving me. I’m sure Jin made you promise to take care of me. Honestly I can’t believe he even left knowing all of this would happen.”

“He doesn’t know.”

“What?!”, you gasped.

Namjoon nodded, “I didn’t tell him. I knew he would loose his mind over it and probably get himself hurt or even worse so I never said anything. I was uh I was actually supposed to be at the conference with him, but I pretended to be sick so I could be here instead.”

“Thank you Joonie. I’m sorry your hand got hurt.”, you said gently rubbing his bruised knuckles.

“Worth it.”, he chuckled, “I’ve wanted to punch Jungkook ever since the first time I saw the two of you together.”

You laughed along with him, “Yeah I apparently have a type and it’s not a good one. I just… I don’t know. I want to find someone who’s a good guy. I can certainly take care of myself, but I want someone that will put Jin’s mind at ease too you know. Like someone he trusts and I can trust. I want him to enjoy his life and stop worrying about me so much. I don’t know if I’ll ever find anyone like that.”

“What about me?”, Namjoon asked after a long bout of silence.

“What about you?”

“Well I mean your brother trusts me and I think you trust me otherwise I wouldn’t be laying in your bed right now.”, he awkwardly looked around, “I also kind of really like you a lot Y/N. I have for a while. I just…I didn’t want to make things weird because you’re my best friends sister and I never wanted to push anything on you. But I can’t keep watching you go out with these dirtbags.”, he said before turning in the bed to face you, “I can take care of you. I can protect you. I’ll always be there for you. Y/N, I can show you what true love looks like, feels like, sounds like. I want to fill all of the voids that you have in your life. I-If you’ll have me that is.”

“You have…You have no idea how long I’ve liked you.”, you whispered now crying tears of happiness, “I know I come with a lot of baggage and I’m not perfect, but I would really really love it if you gave us…gave me a chance.”

“Hey hey don’t cry.”, he said softly wiping away your tears, “You know…some of the most beautiful pieces of art in the world have imperfections in them, but that doesn’t make them valued any less than the others. If anything it makes them even more special.”

“You’re always such a dork.”, you chuckled hoping to lighten the mood a little., “Thank you for always being there for me Namjoon, especially tonight. I don’t know what would’ve happened…”

“Hey don’t think about what did or could’ve happened any more. It’s over. You’re safe here with me.”

You nodded your head against him before resting on his chest allowing the beats of his heart and slow breathing to help lull you off to sleep. You felt warm and comfortable and safe for the first time in a long time.

“Ahhh what the hell?! I leave for two days and you two end up cuddled in bed together.”, Jin groaned after dropping a bag of food on the bedside table, “Eat and get dressed. We’re having a family meeting to set some ground rules before I walk into something I don’t want to see. I need my brain to be in prime condition and not scarred by this nonsense.” Then he stormed out mumbling something about holy water.

Namjoon laughed as he handed you a breakfast sandwich.

“He took that better than I expected.”, you said feeling quite relieved.

“Don’t be too comfortable.”, Namjoon chuckled, “He’s got a whole PowerPoint presentation prepared for this moment.”

Your mouth dropped open, “Seriously?”

“Yep”, he nodded, “It has graphs and special effects and everything. He’s been saving it for when you finally started dating someone he thought was decent enough to stick around.”

“Oh god.”, you whined before falling back onto the bed.

“Hey!”, Jin’s voice came from outside the door, “None of that funny business until we go over the PowerPoint. I discuss it on slide 27.”

You thanked Namjoon after he handed you a sweater to wear and walked into the hallway.

“Just so you know…it has 118 slides.”, he whispered.

“Well…maybe I’ll give you a little reward if you get him to cut it in half.”, you smirked while squeezing his hand thankful and grateful to have him…both of them…by your side.

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zepskies · 2 years ago

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Devour Me - Part 2

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized/Latina!Reader

Summary: When you and Dean start to press each other’s buttons, both of your tempers ignite. To make up for it, you give him an impromptu salsa dancing lesson…one he didn’t exactly ask for. (18+)

AN: Here's Part 2! **Read Devour Me: Part 1

Song Inspo: “Yo No Se Mañana” by Luis Enrique. But really it’s “Ven Devórame Otra Ves” by Lalo Rodriguez. (You’ll see why.) 🤭

Word Count: 5,400

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Blood, character death and violence, smutty smut, angst, Dominican slang, and tons of sexy fluff.

☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist

Part 2: "Telenovela Style"

Your resulting scream of agony is as unforgiving as the ground when your knees buckle, hitting the hard cement.

Andy grips you with the strength of a monster.

Then he holds you down as he drinks your blood.

No matter how you struggle and whimper, you can’t push him off, and you’re getting weaker by the second.

Until Andy is ripped away from your neck, and is taken care of the way all vampires must be. He doesn’t even feel the blade coming.

When you’re able to look up, Dean stands above you with thinly veiled fury. He doesn’t have time to consider what he’s just done.

He bends to gather you up into his arms, all the while trying to stamp down the panic clenching his heart. He calls your name, but you can only make weak sounds as your bleary eyes meet his.

“Dean,” you manage. The ragged wound in your neck is bleeding profusely down your chest and shoulder, seeping into your shirt. He takes your hand and clamps it hard against your neck, even though it makes you whimper.

“Gotta stop the bleeding,” he says, apologetic but firm. “Keep pressing.”

In your stupor of pain, you don’t realize that your screech woke the entire nest. Dean has to lock up his worry; he looks up and finds his brother and Cas already fighting a hoard of angry vampires.

Dean carries you over to them and lays you down against the wall with the other humans. He keeps a protective line in front of you, but he decapitates a vampire before she can sink her fangs into Sam next.

The two of them work together, and with Castiel’s smiting power behind them, the angel and the two men are able to clear the rest of the nest.

By the end, only you and two of the women being held captive are still alive. The third girl’s heart just finally gave out. Sam takes the survivors to the nearest hospital.

Meanwhile, Castiel approaches where you sit up against the inside of the barn, barely awake, while Dean kneels with you, holding you to his chest. He meet’s Cas’s blue-eyed request with a nod. So Cas stretches out a hand and touches two fingers to your forehead.

You’re healed in an instant. Dean marvels, like he always does when Cas displays his power. Dean is able to breathe a little easier, the vice grip on his heart easing as he touches your neck.

The tan skin is once again smooth, if still stained with blood. You blink back into wakeful consciousness.

He shifts so he can see your face. “You okay?”

You meet his eyes but can only nod. His jaw is still tight and tense, and you can’t blame him.

You know you’ve messed up. Big time. You nearly got everyone killed, including yourself…and now, you have to tell a mother that her son is dead.

Dean helps you up, holding you by your arms and waist until you’re steady on your feet. You have a hard time meeting his eyes, but when open your mouth to apologize, he beats you to it.

“I hope you’ve learned your damn lesson,” he says.

Your gaze snaps up to his. “Excuse me?”

Dean’s hands go to his hips as his brows raise at you.

“Next time, when I tell you to hang back, I mean that shit. Hang the hell back,” he all but growls.

You tilt your head at him as your irritation begins to spark. Meanwhile, Castiel is the one who backs up as he glances between you and Dean uncertainly.

“I made a mistake, but that doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do,” you shoot back. “I was a hunter long before I met you.”

“Yeah, well, color me surprised that you’ve made it this long,” he snaps.

Your temper flares hotter. “You know, you’re not so goddamn perfect either.”

“Never said I was,” Dean says. “But when my gut tells me something ain’t right, I need you to fucking listen. Otherwise, we get a day like today.”

His words are edged with grit by the end of his little rant, and you don’t appreciate it. Your lips purse in anger.

“I don’t care what that legendary gut tells you,” you sass back. “I’m not a little girl, and you’re not my damn father!”

Dean raises incredulous brows at the way you’re shouting at him. He crosses his arms.

“What’s this, some kind of Latina temper?” he asks snidely.

You truly become incensed at that.

“Oh, you want to take it there?” you ask, as your eyes narrow. Your Dominican cousin comes out of you in that moment, compelling your mouth with her slang. “Que sin vergüenza tú eres. Sigue jodiendo, coño. Entonces tú vas a ver quien soy yo.”

Dean won’t admit it, but in that moment, he’s a bit intimidated by the quiet threat in your voice. Still, his fuse is lit, and he’s way beyond curbing his internal filter.

“Oh, I’m sorry, does this telenovela-style tongue lashing come with subtitles?” he snarks.

You let out an incredulous breath. Your eyes begin to sting.

“You’re such an asshole!” you shout back. There, understand that?

You turn away from him before your frustrated tears can fall, but you stop short once you notice Castiel dragging out the bodies of the dead…including Andy. Your throat constricts, and you begin to stalk out of the barn.

Dean calls your name in frustration.

“What?” you hiss.

The only thing that makes him hesitate is seeing the state of you when you turn back around. His anger crumbles, and maybe something in him breaks when he sees your tears. They’ve welled up in your eyes, and a few of them carve a path down your cheeks.

You’re still covered in your own blood, and he hates it. He hates it more than anything.

Later, you see the state of yourself when Sam returns with the Impala. In the reflection on the backseat window, you see the blood dried down your neck, staining nearly half of your shirt.

You see the black rings of your mascara and eyeliner around your eyes. You look a mess, and you try to wipe underneath your eyes. It’s a fruitless effort.

After you all finish burning the bodies, Dean starts the long drive home. You insist on stopping to tell Rachel Campbell about her son, but Sam says he already took care of it when he drove into town.

You frown, but you no longer have the energy to be angry. You further withdraw into yourself, and your lower lip trembles as you look out the window. Through the rearview mirror, Dean sees more tears slipping down your face.

What Sam told him (but he won’t tell you), is what one of the survivors said. One of the mated pairs had taken Andy…to “adopt” a son of their own.

That night is quiet and tense in Dean’s room. You have to wash your hair all over again, and scrub the blood and grime from your body until only your skin remains. But you don’t have the energy to do more than braid your wet hair afterwards and pull on your lucky Journey shirt, which is still full of holes.

Dean knows that it’s bad when you need the “dreamcatcher,” as he’s called it in his head. You’ve never had a nightmare while wearing that shirt, or so you claimed a while back.

You wear it over some long pajama pants instead of your usual shorts, or better yet, nothing at all. But he can see what kind of mood you’re in. Things are unsettled as you both get ready for bed in silence.

He notes the way you turn to face the other side in bed, maybe to avoid him. Though if you really wanted to do that, you could’ve gone to your old room.

So in more ways than one, Dean takes some solace in the fact that you’re still next to him. And he decides to give you some time and space.

He goes to bed and tries in vain to sleep.

In the morning, Dean’s woken by the familiar smell of coffee…and the less familiar sound of loud salsa music.

What the fuck?

After he brushes his teeth, he puts on his robe and slippers and heads down to the kitchen, where he finds you in a seemingly better mood. You’re mopping the floor, of all things. You’re out of your pajamas, instead wearing a loose shirt that falls off your shoulder and some spandex shorts.

“Yo no se mañana…yo no se mañana. Si estaremos juntos, si se acaba el mundo,” you sing softly along with the music as you dance from the kitchen to the living room. Your phone is connected to a Bluetooth speaker on the coffee table.

Dean starts to smile, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorway to watch you.

At an instrumental break with a run of conga drums and trumpets, you pause in your mopping to do a little twirl as you dance, with a soulful roll of hips and a flair of salsa steps. It makes Dean’s smile kick up into a smirk.

He walks in on purposefully light feet until he’s sidled up behind you in the living room.

“Nice moves, Shakira,” he quips.

It startles a shriek of surprise out of you as you whirl around. Dean’s smile hikes up into a grin, but it soon fades when he remembers the way your scream rang through his ears last night. The way his heart dropped into his stomach, and his head swiveled at the sound. And he saw you go down hard.

Then the rest of it tumbles through his mind—what he had to do afterwards in order to save you. How he’d did it without really thinking, his panic and determination blocking out almost everything else when he’d grabbed the kid. The monster, he forcibly reminds himself.

“You trying to give me a heart attack?” you ask with a hand on your heart.

Dean forces himself to smile a little. “Sorry. But might I remind you, not everyone here’s an early bird.”

You give him a wry look.

“You’re the only one around here who sleeps past 10 a.m. Cas dipped out a while ago, and Sam’s on a run.”

But you graciously grab your phone to lower the music to a more bearable level. Dean doesn’t yet know this about you, but this—listening to music, dancing, cleaning—it’s all your way of coping…and releasing as much of your pain, terror, and regret from yesterday as possible.

You then look up at him more guarded. The two of you exchanged a lot of unsavory words last night. In fact, it may just be the worst fight you two have ever had in almost three years of knowing one another.

Dean senses the shift in you, and his amusement fades. He just can't let things stay like this. He won't.

He hazards drawing closer and touching your arm.

“Look…I’m sorry for snapping at you yesterday. I know I was being a dick,” he says. “You’ve just gotta understand something.”

You wait for him to continue with furrowed brows, sensing that whatever he’s about to say is hard for him.

“There’s a reason I don’t do this. The uh, relationship thing,” Dean continues, clearing his throat. His thumb swipes along your arm. “It’s not just this job. It’s my fucked up life. I tried to warn you before—”

“Dean,” you say with a sigh, but he raises his hand.

“Please, just…let me say it,” he says. “You know the spiel. But things can change on a dime. Even on a damn milk run, like a dusty nest of vamps.”

You know that. You know you could’ve died yesterday, and he doesn’t need to remind you of that fact. Before you can start to get petulant again though, Dean continues. His jaw is working, like this next part is more difficult for him to admit.

“Trust me when I say, us being together is dangerous, for both of us,” he says. “For a while I, uh…I started to think Sam and I were better off alone.”

That casts you into dismay. Because you know Dean isn’t lying. He’s really contemplated spending the rest of his life devoid of love, so he won’t have to lose it.

Dangerous, for both of us.

You realize then what Dean’s really saying. He’s afraid…afraid to lose you. You see it in his furrowed brows, the downturn of his lips, and whatever pain he’s trying to hide in the depths of his eyes.

And just like that, the water works start. You can’t quite keep your tears at bay as you hold onto his shirt. He lets out a resigned sigh as he holds you by your arms.

“You don’t have to cry for that,” he says, a bit teasing.

“Have you met me?” you sniff. But you manage to look up at him with your glassy eyes. “I’m sorry too. God, I’m so sorry, Dean.”

Your fist clenches in his shirt when you remember Andy, latched onto your neck, and how Dean had to save you. You know he’s remembering it too when his brows furrow, and his gaze falls away. You reach a hand for his cheek.

“I know I fucked up,” you admit. “I was working with my heart, not my head. I just…”

You wanted so badly to help that kid and his mother. You also know that Dean understands; you see it in his eyes. He holds your hand to his cheek and brushes his thumb across the back of your hand.

“I know,” he says. “I really am sorry, baby.”

The problem is, you didn’t just see your own mother in Rachel. She hadn’t been much older than you. And when you imagine a life beyond hunting, more than anything (no matter how much you shove down the idea), you really do want a family of your own someday.

It’s just…days like yesterday remind you why that could be a very bad idea.

More of your tears bubble over, and you head willingly into Dean’s arms. “Me too…”

He holds you tighter than ever. His hands rub down your back, tangle in your hair, and he drops his lips onto your hair. You sniffle, wiping your face dry in his shirt. And for a while, the two of you have peace in the relative quiet.

Music still plays from the speaker though. And when another salsa song starts to play on your playlist, you start swaying. A smile works its way onto Dean’s face.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” he teases.

You smile into his chest. “We should go dancing sometime.”

Dean just laughs. “Oooh, no.”

“Oh, yes,” you reply, batting your lashes up at him. You slip a hand on his shoulder and into one of his hands. He’s forced to hold you as if the two of you were about to start Fred Astair-ing across the living room.

“Have you ever danced before?” you ask. “Like real dancing.”

“Not salsa, I’ll tell you that,” he quips.

“That’s okay. I’ll teach you,” you reply with a coquettish smile. “It’s just a few simple moves.”

Dean gives you a wan look. “You made it look anything but simple.”

You blush at that, but you meet him with a pout of disappointment. You don’t let up, even when Dean frowns. He huffs at you in resistance.

“No,” he insists. You just brush a gentle thumb along his neck, biting your lip in askance.

But the longer he stares at your beautiful, hopeful eyes, the more cracks form in his resolve.

Eventually, Dean breaks with a sigh, and a shake of his head.

“You’re too much, you know that?” he mutters.

It’s then that you know you’ve won.

So with a happy squeal of excitement, you clap your hands and move to stand next to him so you can show him the basic steps of salsa dancing.

You make him take off his robe and slippers, leaving in his shirt and plaid pajama pants. Then you instruct him for a few minutes, correcting his footing and getting him to move on a beat. You’re pleasantly surprised that he has some rhythm.

Dean sighs once again. How the hell did we get here? Heat crawls up the back of his neck as embarrassment starts to set in.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” he grumbles.

“You’re doing good,” you encourage, with a growing smile. “Now come on, feel the beat in threes. One, two, three. One, two, three…”

Once he sort of has the basic steps and turns down, you move to stand in front of him. There you show him how to hold you, how he’ll move forward, and you’ll move back. It takes a little while, but you slowly move through the combinations, then do a little twirl underneath his hand.

When he pulls you back in without faltering, you give him a beaming smile. “Very good!”

A subtle grin raises his lips at your enthusiasm. He also feels his face heating up at the praise.

But you pause when a certain song filters through the speakers. It’s an old one (and it never fails to make you blush), but you love it.

“Ooh, yes,” you exclaim with delight, and you turn up the volume.

“What’s this one?” Dean asks.

“Ven Devórame Otra Ves,” you inform him. Not that he knows what that means. You sing along a bit with the first couple of verses while you encourage Dean to lead you in the dance.

This song is just slow enough for him to attempt it, and the funny thing is, he doesn’t feel all that uncomfortable with the steps now. He’s starting to get a feel for how to move, both with his feet, and with his hands as he guides you by your waist, holding your hand close to his chest. Still, Dean’s also curious about the lyrics you’re singing.

“What does it mean?” he asks.

You huff in amusement. “You sure you want to know?”

Dean raises a brow. “Well, now I gotta know.”

You giggle at that, though you correct his steps when he leads with the wrong foot.

“Okay. It’s about a guy who’s pretty much a player,” you say with a smirk. “His bed has been a revolving door of hot ass, but he keeps thinking about this one woman who used to have him turned inside out…”

Dean’s lips curve at the familiar image you’re conjuring. He manages to turn you under his hand, then pull you back to him in one smooth motion. He looks down at you with a deeper gleam in his eyes. You bite your lip, soothing your hand from his shoulder and down his arm.

As the song’s verses come, you translate for him. And for Dean, your voice in itself is a spell.

“Even in my dreams, he says, I thought I had you devouring me. And I dampened my white sheets remembering you,” you begin. Your words are smooth like black velvet. “In my bed, no one is like you, who draws my body on every corner, without a piece of skin left over.”

Dean is getting hot under the collar as you push away, dragging your fingertips along his back as you turn around him. When you come back into his line of vision, his attention is attracted to the sway of your hips, clad just in those little spandex shorts. He has to clear his throat a bit.

You eventually return to him with a warm hand against his chest.

“Ven, devórame otra ves. It means, come devour me again,” you continue, looking up at him from under your lashes, “Come punish me more with your desire. Because I kept my love for you…because my mouth has the taste of your body.”

You smile at the laser focus of his green-eyed gaze. “Come devour me again.”

You push off with another little spin. When you reach for his hand, Dean yanks you back into him, eliciting a gasp. The move disorients you for a moment, but you giggle and hold onto his arms. Your hands glide up to rest on his shoulders.

He’s holding you flush against him, and as you shift a thigh between his legs, you unintentionally graze against his hardening length. You look up at him with a smirk.

“You’re a little…stiff,” you say, both flirtatious and teasing. “Let’s loosen you up.”

You shake his shoulders out and try to get him to relax. Dean raises a wry brow, because you know damn well whose fault it is that his body is coiled tight. But you place his hands on your hips as you move back into the dance.

“Feel what I’m doing there?” you ask. He looks down on you with growing heat.

“If I could do that, we wouldn’t be together,” he rumbles.

You try to stifle a laugh as he pulls you in close again, just swaying for a bit. Soon enough, you grin knowingly when his hands start to slide lower on your ass. His head bows to yours, ready to meet you with a kiss.

You stop him with your finger on his lips.

“Question: do you consider yourself more of a tits or ass man?” you ask him. You’re half teasing, but still curious. Dean snorts at the question.

“More of a connoisseur,” he replies, smirking.

“Ah.” You nod sagely, and you point between him and yourself. “So this is like a ‘sample the menu’ situation.”

Dean’s smirk deepens. “Sweetheart, you’re a goddamn buffet.”

You splutter laughing…and that’s when he finally pounces. He claims your lips with greedy passion. His hand winds into your hair, gripping tight and ruining what’s left of your loose ponytail. The strands coil around his hand in messy curls while he also gets a healthy grip of your ass through your thin shorts.

You smile into his lips, even as you acquiesce to him guiding your head to the side, so he can slip his tongue against yours. You grip his arms more for stability while he manhandles you, kneading soft flesh and making pleasant tingles run up your spine.

After a little while, his mouth burns a hot path away from yours. He noses down your neck, skimming his lips across your skin. It sets your nerve endings on fire and gets you breathing more shallowly in his ear. You cling to the back of his shirt, holding him close.

Often he’s one to leave love bites of varying degrees, wherever he sees fit. But for a moment he stops at the crook of your neck, just pressing a lingering kiss.

He lets out a deep breath, and you realize he’s probably thinking about where you were bitten. The wound is gone, but it doesn’t change what’s imprinted in both of your minds.

A softer smile grows on your face. You trail your fingers up into his hair, massaging the back of his neck.

“I’m okay,” you remind him. Dean hums deep in agreement. You know, however, that he’s still thinking far too much.

So you slide your hands down, slow between the dips and planes of muscle in his back, and rest at his hips. Your thumbs delve under the hem of his shirt and tease the skin there.

And you start slow, pressing wet, nipping kisses of your own to his neck while you inch his shirt up. You feel his smile on your neck. His grip on your hip flares to life. Still, he lets you tug his shirt up and over his head. Your loose shirt comes next, revealing the same black satin and lace bra you wore the first time he ever got you topless in his arms.

A fan favorite. Dean grins. He reaches around to go for the clasp, but your firm push on his chest takes him by surprise.

He falls back onto the couch with a grunt, looking up at you then with raised brows. You’ve got a mischievous little smirk on your face that heats his blood and makes his cock twitch.

You take out the rest of your falling ponytail, shaking your hair out wild. Then you let your hands drift down your neck, over your clothed breasts, and finally to your little shorts.

Dean rubs his palms down his thighs and watches. A smirk forms across his lips as you slide the fabric down the curve of your hips. It leaves you in a red thong, familiar to him by the little tear it has on the front. (Again, his fault.)

You climb aboard his strong thighs to straddle his lap, using his shoulders as leverage as you sink down. You make sure to rub yourself teasingly against his clothed erection. He groans in appreciation. His hands fly to your soft, thick thighs and squeeze.

“Aw, I like this,” Dean says, half on another moan as you grind down a bit harder on him.

“Yeah?” you tease. You take his face in your hands and capture his lips with your own. Your tongue invades his mouth, and he welcomes you with a deep hum. It’s slow and hot at first, but Dean feels the loss of you when you break from his lips.

Instead, you treat him with the same trail of kisses he gave you, along the curve of his jaw and down his neck. But you don’t stop there.

Your hands move over his chest with purpose, tweaking over each hard nipple while your mouth burns a wet line down and down his sternum. Dean groans at your ministrations, but lets you leave his lap to slide down to the ground, between his thighs.

“What’re you up to, baby?” he asks, despite having a very good idea of it. He catches the playful, yet determined gleam in your eye.

You pause, briefly leaning back up to give him a heated kiss. You part from him with a grin.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you ask. “I’m gonna devour you.”

Dean stares hard at you as goosebumps break out across his forearms.

Oh, fuck yeah.

A giggle bubbles in your throat at the expression on his face. But you continue, taking his pants down his legs first, before his boxer briefs.

Dean’s body tenses in anticipation. You’ve gone down on him before, but somehow it’s different this time. He feels like every single one of his nerve endings stands at attention along with his dick. And you’re taking your sweet time working him up.

Even when his cock is finally free, you sooth your hands down his legs first, maybe teasing him a bit as you drag your nails down his inner thighs. Dean makes a strained sound, though he tries to hide it by clearing his throat.

Your gaze flicks up to his with a little smile. He’s holding the back of the couch; his fingers are digging into the old cushion in effort to keep still for you. But his eyes stare into yours like a man starving. You know what you’re in for after you have your way with him, but for now, he’s quite literally under your control.

So you take him in your hands first. Dean groans as you tease him with light touches, soft movements, your thumb slowly circling over the sensitive, weeping head of his cock. It's torturous enough to make him drop his head back against the couch, closing his eyes tight.

And suddenly, he blinks them open again.

“Shit,” he utters, when you finally take him into your mouth. Your tongue is soft and wet, your lips move over him steadily, and your hands caress whatever your mouth can’t take, even teasing his balls.

You work him over relentlessly, until he can’t help but spill everything he has to give into your waiting mouth. When you suck off and swallow whatever remains, Dean’s heart stutters like syncopated conga drums.

He shudders and struggles for breath afterwards, watching your every movement—from wiping your mouth to shooting him that satisfied little smirk.

You press one last kiss to the inside of his thigh before you raise from where you’ve been kneeling on the hard ground.

Dean manages to lean forward and helps you up by your elbows. But then he pulls you back into his lap and kisses you deeply. He doesn’t let up until you’re panting with him.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” he manages to say. His voice is deep and laced with grit.

He’s still panting heavily. You giggle and press your warming face into his neck.

“What, now you’re shy?” he remarks. And he has to laugh. “Come back here.”

He brings your face back to him with a hand on your cheek. For a second, he just looks at you. His thumb strokes across your full, thoroughly kissed bottom lip.

“Say it,” you encourage softly. “Whatever you’re thinking. Right now.”

A smile tugs at his lips. He can’t help but oblige you.

“You’re too damn much,” he says again, both gruff and fond. Despite how you drive him up the fucking wall sometimes, he doesn't think it'll ever be enough for him, what he has with you.

Because this is something he'd almost given up on. Didn't think he'd get to have it. And it almost scares him, how much he wants you. How much he...

“I love you,” he says. His thumb traces along the familiar curve of your cheek.

It hasn’t been all that long, but he knows. You weaseled your way in without even trying. The least he can do for you is be honest.

Your fingers curl around his wrist, holding his hand in place. You tilt your head at him.

“Oh, yeah?” you ask.

Dean hesitates, but he nods. “Yeah.”

A smile grows across your face. “Eh, I’m still on the fence.”

At his flat look, you laugh and lean in for a kiss. He allows it, a little petulantly. But you make up for it with sweet affection. Your gentle hands stroke down the column of his neck, down his chest. You then lean back so he can see your face.

“Yo te amo,” you whisper. “Te amo y te quiero, más que tú puedes creer y entender.”

Dean smiles. He doesn’t understand all of it, but he gets the important bits. He hears it in the tone of your voice. He sees it in your eyes. They shine with emotion, but mainly with love.

Dean kisses your hand. He lets go, just so he can slip his hands around you to finally unhook your bra. He tosses it across the room without bothering to see where it lands.

You do though, and you meet him with a slightly narrowed gaze.

“Are you making a mess of my clean bunker?” you tease.

His lips curve as he kisses you again, while his hands each get a generous handful of your breasts.

“Ah, hello, ladies." He grins. "Miss me?”

You can’t help but laugh. He’s such a dork sometimes.

But you hum when his thumbs brush over hardened nipples, then drag deliberate circles over them, and pinch just hard enough to make you whimper in pleasure. The sensation zips through you, enhancing the flood between your legs.

“I fucking love that sound,” Dean mutters, and licks a hot path in the valley between your breasts. His lips move against your dewy skin when he says, “Do that for me again.”

When he takes a nipple in his mouth and nips a bit hard, you have to oblige him. Your voice rising high is music to his ears.

So he goes for your panties next. You help him get them off and return to his lap. With a breathy moan, you revel at the feeling of his fingers probing into your wet heat.

However, you and Dean have been too engrossed in one another to notice the door of the bunker unlocking, and heavy steps down the spiral staircase.

It’s Sam who’s back from his run. Unfortunately, he soon has to shield his eyes upon reaching the living room.

“Damn it, Dean!”

You yelp in surprise, but Dean laughs and holds you close to shield you from view. As a bonus, it presses your breasts against his chest.

“All right, Sammy. Go to your room,” he chides playfully (but he means it). “The adults are havin’ a moment.”

Sam scoffs. “You’re having a moment on the goddamn couch!”

“Sorry,” you say, though it’s muffled in Dean’s neck. Your face is red hot with embarrassment.

Sam rolls his eyes heavenward and tries not to see anything else on his way to his room.

But Dean’s chuckle reverberates through your chest as his hand goes to your cheek. He encourages you to pull back, so he can see your face again.

When he does, he smirks at the scarlet blush dusting your cheeks and neck. You bite your lower lip, but despite your embarrassment, you’re happy.

Your own words replay in your mind when you lean in for another kiss.

I love you, you’d said. I love you and I love you, more than you can believe and understand.

AN: Yay! I hope you enjoyed Part 2 of the “Midnight Espresso”-verse! I loved writing this one so much. I know we're just doing fanfic here, but I genuinely put my heart and soul into this one. ❤️

Also, here are a couple of Spanish translations:

(Note: other Spanish-speaking countries may interpret certain words differently.)

[During their fight]:

“Que sin vergüenza tú eres. Sigue jodiendo, coño. Entonces tú vas a ver quien soy yo.”

Translation:

“You’re shameless. Keep messing with me, damn it. Then you’re going to see who I am (<- This is Dominican slang. It essentially means fuck around and find out what I'm made of.).”

[Song lyrics: “Yo No Se Mañana” by Luis Enrique]:

“Yo no se mañana…yo no se mañana. Si estaremos juntos, si se acaba el mundo.”

Translation:

“I don’t know tomorrow. I don’t know tomorrow. If we’ll be together, if the world will end.”

Keep Reading:

Next in this series is "Chico Malo" ("Bad Boy"):

Summary: You catch Dean red-handed—with one of his favorite episodes of Casa Erotica.

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You can not convince me otherwise that the woman is to blame for this man. And I'm not saying what the things this man did. I aren't heinous because they truly are, but the way he was brought up, I can't even begin to imagine how bad it was. This woman is allegedly a madam, and I totally believe it. She's got the look of it. And even in the pictures that I ve put up is the picture slide, she's trying to look like cathy, in some of them in that outfit. And when you see her with puff, they look like a couple more than a son and mother.

The way she probably groomed him from such a young age and Cassie even said some very disturbing things about this woman that she would show Cathy. This is how you deal with him if you won't shut the fuck up. And she proceeded to sit on his face on his mouth.

This is the thing of generational trauma, it leaks down and down and then we wonder why the victims become perpetrators, because they were showing such a disgusting life and I dread to imagine what sort of home he grew up in. And the fact that he's a vigo moon, this is what I don't understand. All scorpio, moon are in detriment , okay, I'm telling you now. I never understand why Virgo is him because it's cold, it's not very warm, it's icy. Almost, it's like if earth and all elements of earth, capricorn would be a tree, tourists would be the soil and then Virgo would be

The seedlings that need tending to and if you don't tend them the right way, then all hell break, leave people with Vigo moons, you often don't see the real side of them. I feel I know one Virgo moon who you do see the real side of but they're a Capricorn my dad has a Vigo moon and he's very good at putting on a show, but he can be a well. Nasty bastard in real life. And you think the viewing Cassie, because of their compatibility allegedly sometimes when you have too much of the same, it actually creates something worse rather than someone who's got something completely different to you. So you balance each other out, but this woman, I really feel like she needs to be on the stand, and I feel like she's a nuclear that created all of this. And then you add famed the mix, and it creates an absolute recipe for disaster. The usher of it all justin bieber, like puff daddy, was on a hi right back to the nineties' age and probably even the early eighties. He literally plucked Cassie out of where she was and chase her for him, even though he was still polygamists, like most people in Hollywood and polyamorris, like most people in Hollywood ecto's cafe, we'll go and all these men in the comments on TikTok and everywhere. Else you're like, oh, why did she stay? Obviously.Do didn't understand the true meaning of stockholm syndrome.I couldn't watch her footage of her getting beaten by him. Because my sister is in the same situation for about the same amount of time. He's also ever go like cassie. Then here's another story she testified for that, they would make macaroni and cheese the mum, and she would, I have to say this really carefully, eh she would put diddy shaun nut into the food, this woman is a black dark which a nut because of colour.She's just a dark witch, not unlike witch who wants to do good for the better. She probably had a sexual relationship with all the people in her family. From such a young age, it's very disturbing.

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★Korey 'Hathai' Adiel★

New post to use as a ref yippeeee @aspenm00n

+the stats are inspired by @willowve01 old ref for Raine

Basics first~

Full name: Korey 'Hathai' Adiel.

Pronouns: She/They, but mostly goes by She/Her.

Realm: Al'terra

Home town: Aakhan

Ethnicity and race: Thai/Korean human.

Birthday: 28th of October

Age: 19 years old

Height: 5'4

Weight: 132 lbs

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Demigiri

Disorders: prosopagnosia and borderline personality disorder.

Job occupation: (formally) Dazinite recruit. (Current) Aakhan hunter

MBTI: ENFP-A

Affinities: lightning and fire

Family members

Korey was born in Aakhan in a lavish yet unloving home. Spending most of her life trying to get her parents attention. The Adiel parents were very neglectful and emotionally abusive, to purposefully triggering Korey's episodes to guilt tripping Esra for leaving.

Korey has two brothers. The oldest is Esra, at 25 years old. The youngest is Noah, at 14 years old. They all get along greatly and have a very strong bond.

-Esra has already cut off his parents by now, and he absolutely refuses to see them again. He has a job and a loving wife and kid. He's not about to let them ruin it. He's always cool, calm, and collected, it's very difficult to really get under his skin. He graduated Thessla, the magic academy for mages, affinities being mind and water.

-Noah is kind of like a golden child, but also not really? He gets treated decently by their parents, unlike how his older siblings were treated, and he is very aware of it. He's very anxious and quiet, but can be brave. He has some big potential to use magic, but until he leaves the Adiel household, it's staying hidden.

Achara Hathai, the mother. She comes from a very strict family with a lot of traditions and rules to follow. She's the 5th of 6 daughters, she barely got any care from her parents, only by the maids. She was married off the day she turned 18 years old to Haneul Adiel. She's cold hearted, cruel, and is more than willing to manipulate others for her own advantage. She's a follower of Leo.

Haneul Adiel, the father. This man came from a very spoiled and entitled home. Raised by "loving" parents, who never once taught him punishment. His parents were the ones who watched over the kids. He was married to 18 year old Achara when he was 24 years old. He isn't a caring man, but a sadistic one. He's the one who'd torture Korey and Esra the most. Despite his spoiled unskilled appearance, he's a very talented mage, his affinities being lightning and mind. He's a follower of Daz.

-Their marriage was a loveless one, only conceiving children to keep the family line going. They both have no respect for each other, getting into arguments almost every day.

Little more about them here.

Important backstory events.

I. At 3 years old, Korey was pushed fell and sustained a pretty hard hit to her head— but thankfully, was found by a munite, they called themselves "Amaal". She was quickly healed by them, but too late as the right fusiform gyrus (for those who don't know it's a fold in the brain that coordinates the neural system that controls facial perception and memory) had already been too damaged, developing prosopagnosia due to the head injury.

After the munite told her parents found out about this injury, they... didn't care. Which of course caused Amaal to be even more concerned, that they made up an excuse to keep Korey at the temple for a little longer, just to make sure she doesn't have any more injuries they don't know about.

From then on, Amaal would visit Korey and her brothers in disguise, making sure they were okay and still alive. Even giving Esra a few healing spells to practice, and teaching Korey to mentally note vocal mannerisms and physical build so she can be able to identify them without relying on facial features.

II. At 8 years old, Korey meets Jay. I wouldn't get into too much detail about their relationship here, since I already did it in a different post.

Jay's family is very, very close to the Adiels <- them and the Akeins have a long history together. They were visiting the Adiels with his family before seeing Korey in the yard, playing by herself. So he approached her. And his obsession started a year later from there. She actually did not like Jay at all when they were younger, but Korey was basically forced to be nice to him as kids by her parents, and it unfortunately grew into a habit that developed into whatever they have going on because it's definitely not a friendship.

More about Jay and Korey and some other important things here

III. At 9 years old, Korey of course still couldn't understand why she couldn't see her parents, and why they wouldn't look at her. So, she had tried to gouge out her eyes with a pair of scissors to give them to her parents so they'd use them to look at her. As in her mind at the time, they didn't have eyes to use, to see.

Don't worry though! Esra found her before she actually gouged out her eye. Though she can still see, some serious damage was done to her right eye, he tried to heal it with what spells Amaal taught him, but unfortunately made it worse since healing was not his speciality, like at all. He ended up using a different spell on accident, causing the blood to flow in it drastically faster, turning it red.

Like I said— she can still see, but in her right eye, it's all tinted red and it hurt like hell. When Amaal visited again, they tried to heal Korey's eye, but unfortunately the damage from Esra's spell was almost irreversible, all they can do is relieve the pain in it.

IV. At 12 years old, Korey accidentally killed two boys who were about 3 years older than her at the time. The boys were bullying and hitting her badly, saying some pretty fucked up stuff, it was until one of the boys reached for her clothes was when snapped. Punching the boy off of her, before starting to slam his head on a rock over and over.

The other boy, too scared to intervene, but before he could run away, she ended up throwing a pretty hefty rock at his head. Killing both of them, and severely mentally scarring her. Thankfully for Korey, the murder wasn't pointed at her, but a violent halfblood who was roaming the woods. But still, even to this day the guilt still eats her from the inside.

Korey only told Amaal about what she's done, and safe to say they were not happy. They put her on community service duty for the rest of the year, while a very lenient punishment to killing two kids, they understood it was in self defense...also she was 12—

V. At 14 years old, Jay was brutally killed by a violent tiger halfblood, getting their guts ripped out as Korey could only helplessly watch. After it was done with Jay, Korey was also attacked by it, slitting her neck with its claws. But thankfully, she was saved by a hunter nearby called...'Warren'. influencing her enough that she decided to join the hunters. But of course, she was still too young to join. So for now she can only train.

Oh boy, were her brothers and Amaal very worried when they found out what had happened to Korey and her "friend".

Amaal, as a way to get her to stop from getting into so many dangerous activities, suggested they become a Dazinite recruit. Her entire family are ones, excluding Esra and Achara. So, she did, and it worked quite well. She stopped getting into too many fights, but was still quite the menace– pretty fitting for a stormchaser. And Amaal didn't have to worry as much about Korey getting severely injured, so it's a win-win situation!

VI. At 16 years old, she was quite literally struck down by lightning. Out of pity, the divine of Weather, Daz. Helped and gifted her a bottle with thunder inside of it..catch is, it was in liquid state. Essentially making her a muse. So far, only Esra and Amaal know about this.

Esra was very worried at first, but he'll warm up to it, eventually. Amaal was a little proud? I mean, their daughter figure just got gifted by a divine. But they were a little concerned about the potential repercussions and consequences..oh and her getting hit by a damn lightning bolt.

Noah has some suspicions of Korey being.. different. But of course he trusts his siblings too much to let his suspicions get in the way of their bond.

VII. At 18 years old, Korey finally meets Cersei. She's old enough to go on hunts now, but of course the older authority figures need to make sure she's ready-ready. And that authority figure happened to be mistress Fain herself.

The conversation was... something. Definitely not a normal interaction you have with someone. Lady Fain seemed to have been a bit suspicious of her being different per-say. But in the end, she was surprisingly very thoughtful of her and others, or at least she acted like that.

Circei had that motherly affect on Korey, but it felt so wrong seeing her as one.

Facts about her

—Korey's the type of person that would stab you as a warning.

—she is so ADHD and Autism coded it's not even funny.

—has a scrapbook with all the bugs and boys drawn in it so she won't forget what they look like and she will actually start sobbing if she ever lost it.

—she can speak Thai, English, and a lil bit of Korean.

— her episodes can either be violent (mainly to herself) or emotional. Her coping mechanism is finding an abandoned building and destroying it by taking her anger out on the things there. There are rare occasions where she talks about her feelings instead of bottling it up for so long it turns into an episode.

—she can barely remember what her parents faces look like, of course Korey pretty much relied on the person's voice to know who's who, but since her parents barely ever spoke to her, it takes her a while to recognise them.

—her grandparents, while mostly nice, were really possessive of her and her siblings. Never approving of her actions and choices, preferring for her to be more feminine and hide her scars. Korey kinda developed body dysmorphia from this, it was especially bad when she was younger

—she kinda had a grudge against halfbloods since she was attacked by one, but it was really only towards the more apex predators type of halfbloods. It was kinda resolved when she met the boys, but can be a bit suspicious if not paranoid meeting other halfbloods.

Of course she doesn't agree with the whole enslaving thing, but does agree that some halfbloods are too dangerous to be left alone, that some need to be put on a watch list by the hunters from how violent they can be. But, never drugged, enslaved and forced to fight.

—has very mixed feelings about Cersei. She understands where she's coming from. Her town got burned down, her family killed, and ended up having a miscarriage after trying to escape. All of that caused by a dragon halfblood.

Korey is an advocate for revenge, don't get me wrong! But she does think that Cersei's ideology went a little too far.

—she is very oblivious to more emotional feelings and weirdly observant to her opponents reactions. she was often mistaken as apathetic or heartless by the village people.

—best way to cheer her up? Cinnamon rolls. Or bibimbap! It's her favourite dish! Her grandparents used to make it for her before passing away

—don't let her anywhere near the kitchen though. She can help cut up the vegetables, but actually cooking? Yeah the place is getting burned down.

Her sense of direction is even worse than her cooking.

—she's both exciting and worrying to be around. Exciting because there will never be a dull moment with all the adventures and quests she comes up with. Worrying because she's a thrill seeker and will most likely purposefully put herself in danger just for the adrenaline.

—she's annoyingly good at fighting with insanely fast reflexes. One could argue because she's a muse, or because she's put herself in so many dangerous situations she learned it from experience. But either way, thanks to her risky endeavours, she's very agile and fast,

—but! While very reckless and careless of her self preservation. She always makes sure the others are okay, especially when they seem exhausted after a day out together. She knows not everyone can keep up with her energy.

—crimes include: arson, second degree murder, child endangerment, implied underage drinking, trespassing, vandalism, and–

Korey's stats before Silverben +after becoming a muse

Strength: 6/5

Speed: 7/5

Attack: 5.5/5

Agility: 7/5

Reflex: 7/5

Combat intel: 5/5

Defense: 5.5/5

Durability: 6/5

Stamina: 7/5

Korey's stats after Silverben

Strength: 4/5

Speed: 4.5/5

Attack: 3.5/5

Agility: 4/5

Reflex: 6/5

Combat intel: 5/5

Defense: 4/5

Durability: 5/5

Stamina: 4/5

Relationships family wise

Esra Adiel—ISFJ-A

Relationship: 9/10

he's her older brother, of course she has a good relationship with him! Even when he ran away to go live happily with his wife, Diana. He'd still come back on the weekends to check up on her and Noah, bringing all sorts of trinkets for them. He was the one who first encouraged her to join the academy when she reached 18 years old and not become a hunter instead.. but he understood her choices.

She did kinda hold the fact that he left them to marry a girl he just met against him. But he's made it up to her and Noah!

Esra is very quiet, always looking for ways to gain more knowledge, and stopping at nothing to protect his family.

Noah Adiel—ESFJ-T

Relationship: 10/10

Just like with Esra~ she has a very good relationship with him! Was very saddened when she couldn't be there for him as much. But she tries to visit him as much as possible! Taking every opportunity to go check up on him. She'd occasionally take him on her silly little adventures, just to spend time with him.

Noah is quite the anxious kid, preferring to stay silent then speak up his thoughts. But is brave when the situation calls for it, especially if it's to protect his siblings.

Diana Clair—ISFJ-A

Relationship: 8/10 only because she doesn't know her a lot

She never got to see her a lot, but she treasures her dearly! Along with her daughter, Ayla! Especially since she's her brother's wife. Was wary of her at first, but warmed up quickly!

Miss Clair is a very kind woman, eager to help anyone in need. Even if she's mute, she's more than willing to defend others!

Jay Akein—ENTP-T

Relationship: 0/10

...yeah I'm not getting into this one.

Achara and Haneul—ENTJ-A/T

Relationship: 0/10

Also no.

Relationships canon characters wise, also before Timmy was taken

Bodie Willowroot.

Relationship: 9/10

She was very, very suspicious of him when they first met. But warmed up to him quite quickly. She first started considering trusting him at the end of episode 1...and fully trusted him at the end of episode 3.

The reason why she even told him the truth about why she came here was because the guilt was eating her alive. Especially after the third episode-

Thinks he's pretty cool, gator halfbloods are quite rare these days. She tries to help him with the cooking but stays at the cutting duty– it's for the best. Likes how understanding and caring he is, he's almost like a father figure to her.

He reminds her a lot of Amaal and Esra combined.

Timothy Wheat.

Relationship: 10/10

Wasn't that suspicious of him tbh, she just assumed since he was also a gator, he'd know and be close to Bodie, and she was right!

She thinks he's... unique. Was suspicious of the white scales constantly growing on him, but let it go after the albino excuse before finding out he was half an ice dragon— but either way she really likes him!

Thinks his little obsession with crystals and cool rocks is pretty cute, she likes shiny things too, so that's one thing they can bond over! They'll even sometimes go search for some pretty rocks and ingredients for Bodie together. Most likely teasing each other on the way, Korey is often the winner of these silly fights.

Honestly, she really only prefers his company over the others because he's closer to her age. And because she thinks he's pretty and cool.

Marco Palustris Cydarki.

Relationship: 7.5/10

Was pretty salty on the fact he almost crushed her when they first met– but the sketch he gave definitely made it up. She thinks he's also very unique, probably more than Timmy. Is very curious on where he keeps disappearing and travelling off to.

Definitely won her trust by the end of their first meeting. But, her trust did kinda get rocky when she saw him at the arena, but it was resolved after he explained himself.

She still doesn't have much of an opinion on him, but she likes him.

Rolden Willowroot bonus tehe

Relationship: 5(?)/10 cuz she barely knows the guy

Boy was she terrified—

Okay not terrified per say, just very intimidated by him. But she does think his appearance is pretty cool.

And..uh..she uh...likes his determination to get his family out? My way of saying she doesn't have much of an opinion on him

And I think that's all!~ will be updating this post as the series progresses.

Headers are by @saradika btw, full credit to them!

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bigasswritingmagnet · 6 months ago

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Blood Will Out Ch 12 - A Further Complication

Summary: When Agatha Sannikova learns she is, in fact, Agatha Heterodyne, she inadvertently kicks off a series of events that reopens old wounds, drags secrets into the light, and brings war to the doorstep of the all but defenseless Mechanicsburg. Saturnus struggles to crush his enemies with a town almost as broken as his body; Agatha, determined to undo the chaos she's unleashed, plunges into the depths of Castle Heterodyne.

Raised by a literal saint and the devil incarnate, Agatha - with an unleashed mind, a burning spark, and a band of very unexpected allies - will fight to do the unthinkable: be a good Heterodyne and a good person.

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For a moment, the mismatched Jägers stared at each other, frozen in shock. It was Higgs who recovered first, slowly turning an irritable glare up to the ceiling.

“Shortcut, huh?”

“Teehee.”

Vole took a step back. Was it worth it to try and run? All Higgs had to do was tell the castle what had really happened, then stand back and watch it turn Vole into mincemeat. The hairs on the back of his neck rose when Higgs looked at him, even though the general’s expression was as placid as ever. Higgs had not been there that night, but it was impossible that he did not know.

But instead of trying to kill him, Higgs simply asked

“You here for the boy or the girl?”

“Lord Heterodyne said dot Sturmvoraus is attacking because ve kidnapped his son, zo returning him may end de fighting.”

“And you believe that?”

“No. But it means dot I can come in here vitout people asking qvestions.”

Higgs tipped his head slightly to one side, mulling this over.

“He knew I vould bring dem both back safe,” Vole said, trying not to sound defensive. “Same as ven I brought her back ven she ran avay.”

“Thought you were working for the Baron, now.”

“He iz my Heterodyne,” Vole said, flatly. Higgs considered this, too.

“S’pose I can’t exactly tell you to go home,” he said at last.

“I vould not go if hyu did,” Vole snapped. “I dun follow hyu orders anymore. Vut iz hyu doing here?”

“Someone had to fly the questor out here. By the time I parked the ship and got inside the walls, I heard Lady Teodora’s ward had gone runnin’ into the castle with the Sturmvoraus kid. Figured I’d lend a hand by gettin’ them back out.”

“You can work together!” the castle said, with delight. “It will be a wonderful bonding experience for the two of you. A chance to overcome your differences!”

Vole and Higgs briefly wore the same exhausted expression.

“I don’t suppose it told you where exactly they were going, did it?”

“It’s a secret!” the castle said smugly. Both men rolled their eyes. “An extremely secret location that only the Heterodyne may—”

“Great Movement Chamber,” Higgs said, immediately.

“Hey!”

“I vuz following their scent. Dey vent back dis vay.”

They backtracked to the main hallway. Vole scented the air.

“Dis vay. Ve should hurry. Dey haff a head st—”

He stopped. Higgs was not following. The general had gone very still, his eyes very wide. He was breathing in deeply through his nose. Vole could not stop himself from smirking.

“Someting wrong?” he asked, innocently. Higgs was pale. Vole had never seen him so unsettled.

“But...Teodora said dot she vuzn’t...She told us dot she vuzn’t…She told der Baron–”

“De more people who know a secret, de harder it iz to keep,” Vole pointed out airily. There was no point trying to lie to Higgs, but he was not going to go back to Lord Saturnus and say that he had confirmed anything to anyone.

Not when Lord Saturnus would have trusted him – even after everything – to be the sole keeper of the great secret.

“Hyu knew,” Higgs said, still with that wide-eyed look of confusion and – Vole was delighted to see – betrayal. “He told hyu?”

“Novun needed to tell me anyting about anyvun,” Vole said, which was true. “Hy got a vorking nose, same as hyu.” He was unable to stop himself from adding, “But he said he vould haff told me, if he could.”

Higgs reached into his pocket and drew out a pipe, which he lit with hands that were steady, despite his shock. He puffed on it a few times, then shook out the match. Slowly, his expression faded back into its usual stoic mask.

“It makes sense,” he said, calm again. “Keepin’ a Heterodyne hidden in plain sight like that is no easy thing. It’d be a difficult secret to keep, and the Baron is a man who notices things.”

“Let me go!”

Vole and Higgs quickly darted out of sight. Vole pressed himself to the wall behind a pillar; Higgs ducked into an alcove that had once held a decorative suit of armor. Judging by the blood trail, someone had taken too close a look, and afterwards the armor had wandered off instead of returning to its post.

The voices were coming from further down the hallway, around the corner.

“I’m not going to ask you again, kid,” said a man’s voice, sharp and dangerous, like broken glass in clear water. “How did you get the collar off?”

“Maybe it was too big and slipped off,” suggested another voice. “I didn’t even know the Baron sent kids in here. What did you do, use the other orphans as fuel?”

“I’m not a prisoner! I’m looking for someone!”

A groan from the first voice.

“Oh, please tell me you didn’t come in here trying to rescue Daddy from the big bad castle, that’s too twee for words—"

The thud and strangled gasp of someone taking a blow to the stomach interrupted the sharp voice, and a moment later a teenaged boy came charging around the corner.

Higgs snagged the boy by the arm on his way past, and was surprised by the speed and ferocity with which he retaliated. Had Higgs not been a Jäger – hell, had he not been as old as he was – the boy almost certainly would have had his shoulder out of the socket in seconds. As it was, Higgs had to use the momentum to swing the kid into the alcove with him, and the stone wall to knock him breathless.

Higgs put a finger to his lips as the two prisoners ran past them – straight into Vole. Keeping the boy facing away from the violence, Higgs looked him over. No prisoner’s collar, clean, well-fed, and about the right age.

“Alright, kid,” Higgs said in a friendly voice, “where was the last place you saw her?”

“Her who?” the boy asked, getting his breath back faster than Higgs would have expected. He was trying to look puzzled, but his wariness bled through.

“Relax,” Higgs said. “We’re not prisoners. Back there’s Captain Vole of Mechanicsburg security.” He touched the brim of his hat. “And I’m Airman First Class Axel Higgs. I was piloting the ship for the questor who came to find out what happened to you.”

To Higgs’ surprise, the boy turned ashen.

“For me? But— But— He wasn’t supposed to notice!”

Higgs raised an eyebrow.

“Kind of hard not to notice when someone like you goes missing.”

The boy let out a moan of horror, sagging in Higgs’ grip.

“When I heard you’d gone into Castle Heterodyne, well – I’m from Mechanicsburg, originally. Figured I could come in and get you out safely.”

“How did you know I was in here? Does everyone know I’m in here?” He was beginning to panic.

“It’s common knowledge. Didn’t Miss Sannikova tell you she was leavin’ a note?”

“Miss who?”

“Who de hell is dot?” Vole, shaking blood off his claws as he returned, frowned down at the boy.

“It’s the Sturmvoraus kid.” Uncertainty bloomed. “…isn’t he?”

Vole snorted.

“No. De Sturmvoraus kid has Schtorm Lords written all ofer him. He’s got red hair und glasses.”

“I’m not Tarvek! I came to stop Tarvek!” The now-mystery boy bristled indignantly – and Vole was right, he didn’t look like the descendent of Andronicus Valois, not by a long shot. He had a golden complexion that spoke of at least one parent from outside Europa, shaggy brown hair, and a proud aquiline nose.

“Stop him from vut?” Vole asked.

“From doing…whatever his plan is this time!” he cried, waving his arms around.

“So den who iz hyu?”

The hair on the back of Higgs’ neck began to rise.

“De Baron has a son,” Gkika said, delicately stirring tea into her whiskey. Higgs raised his eyebrows.

“Does he, now?”

“Mm. He keeps him a secret, mixed in vit de odder kids on de airship. Dey is calling him—”

“I’m Gilgamesh Holzfäller.”

#girl genius #vole girl genius #axel higgs #grandfather saturnus au #gilgamesh wulfenbach #sorry about the post delay!!! I was out of town

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thegamingcatmom · 8 months ago

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For the Student Denalis

Can't help but to imagine what if the sisters see MC, the new girl getting bullied and wonder how each sister would react?

It's that or MC is getting flirted with by someone random, but I'd see that as more Kate and Tanya being more driven to action

AHHH HI HELLO

It´s so funny to me how y´all are just immediately vibing with me on this silly idea. I love it. 😩🤌

Oh man, I feel that topic.

Listen-

THAT´S IT THAT´S THE REACTION. 💀

Honestly though-

Tanya

Unlike Kate, the oldest sister doesn´t tend to get physical. Also because she doesn´t have to. No. Instead, she´s just gonna let her "coven" loose on them, lol. She´s the Queen Bee in this after all, so ofc she´s gonna make use of that power. She´ll make damn sure those bullies (dunno if we´re talking multiple?) will be treated as the scum that they are. I´m talking randomly getting shoved/tripped in the hallways, their trays of food getting sent flying, their backpacks ripped off and emptied right in front of them before being shoved back in their faces-

...In other words: Everything they´ve done to her girl.

Well-

Let´s just say, MC wasn´t best impressed...

MC: "Stop that." Tanya, utterly confused: "...Why? They deserve it." MC: "You´re no better than them." Tanya: "..."

Needless to say, that didn´t change a thing, lol.

(She thought MC´s attempt utterly charming though. That girl is too precious for this harsh world.)

She still keeps it up until they apologize.

Personally.

Heartfelt.

(She´ll be observing from afar ofc. Enjoying the sight. Making sure it´s groveling enough for her tastes. It isn´t.)

Kate

The middle sister is the captain of the school´s [insert sport here] team. She has muscles is what I´m saying. And she´s not afraid to use them. Fists are flying. Literally. She will not hesitate to defend her lady´s honor, cheered on by her teammates.

...Her teammates who will not participate btw, because the middle sister has made herself more than clear that those wimps are for her alone to deal with. They disrespected her girl, after all.

It´s a matter of honor, aight?

...Needless to say, MC wasn´t best impressed-

MC, joining the scene: "What´s going on here?" The football team: *parts for her like the sea, offering a clear view of-* Kate: *in the middle of delivering another punch* MC, absolutely appalled: "Kate?!" Kate: *whips her head around, a goofy smile starting to spread* Kate: "Oh, hey babe!" Kate: *gets whacked in the face cause she was too busy admiring her love* MC: *makes to intervene but is stopped by a hand on her arm* MC: *whips around, ready to give whoever an earful-* Whoever, who turns out to be Tanya: "Let her." MC: "Wha-Tanya?!" Tanya, all smiley, like someone isn´t in the middle of perhaps losing some of their teeth: "Hey love." MC, who can´t deal anymore: "...What are you all doing?! Tanya, utterly confused: "...Watching a fight?" MC:❓💀❓ MC, who sees no other choice but to resort to using her secret weapon: "Okay, y´know what? I´m getting Irina. This is ridiculous-" Tanya: *stops her again, points to somewhere across from them* MC: *looks* Irina, standing on the opposite side of the fight: "YOU CALL THAT A PUNCH?? GET HIS ASS, KATIE!!" MC: "..."

Irina

The youngest sister doesn´t usually throw punches, but she does have moments where she just...doesn´t give a f. And MC getting bullied would defo be one such moment where she shows everyone why they better not mess with the youngest Denali member. Cause y´know what they say:

The calmest waters hide the strongest currents.

So yes, she´d defo throw a punch if she´s close with that person. And that punch would be nothing to sneeze at, lemme tell ya. But she doesn´t get into huge ass fights like Kate does. Before that happens, she gets a teacher involved.

And that´s really what sets her apart from her sisters: She ain´t got the time OR the patience for yall´s bs. She does things to get them done, not to get something else out of it (like Tanya with the public humiliation or Kate with the ego boost).

Getting a teacher involved is probs the fastest way to solve the problem, so that´s what she´ll do. 👍

Also, I can´t help but be reminded of this:

That´s literally what Irina embodies for me, no matter the universe. She´s the one to end all bs because she actually wants to end it. 😅

As for MC getting flirted with:

No, fr this time. 💀

Listen-

It´s likely gonna be the same reactions we got with MC getting bullied. Just much, much worse.

Tanya might just actually throw a punch this time. Or two. Or 20.

Kate´s gonna obliterate them. No mercy. (MC has to hold her back.)

As for Irina:

The calmest waters hide the strongest currents.

😉

Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

EDIT:

I just realized these are all more scenarios for an MC who´s not quite as "new" anymore. Whoopsie. Oh well. 🤷🏻‍♀️

#tumblr asks #student!denalis #the denalis #denali coven #denali sisters #tanya denali #kate denali #irina denali #twilight #the twilight saga

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trutrustories · 2 years ago

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STUDY IN LOKI ROMANCE

Part 5: Science/Fiction

Since we're only a few days away from the last episode, I decided to COUNT DOWN everything we´ve got so far ( that can be interpreted very easily as romantic ) and discuss what the actual fuck is going on with second season. Because even though I shipped lokius practically from S1E2, I absolutely did NOT expect this kind of development. (Not that I´m complaining)

Warning: This is gonna be LONG post, lots of screenshots, lots of SPOILERS, lot of "oh-my-god-they-so-cute" language, and little bit of meta.

I originally thought that this post would be everything at once, but since I have just too many screenshots this time around, I´ll have to split it. so every post will be one episode. Color coding means:

IIIIIIIIII = anything, that coud potentialy be just acting choice.

IIIIIIIIII = everything else (tzn.: whatever was written, and/or carefully prepared by filmmakers. )

side note: I already wrote, about how amazing it is, that Mobius is unable to fight but fights anyway and how beautifuly, and ridiculously brave he is HERE. But this is about Loki/Mobius interactions, so I´ll try my best not to talk about THAT. (Even when I´m really happy, that s2 continues with this formula and Mobius is still his completely defenseless while aggressively brave self. I love him, btw.)

EPISODE 1 HERE

EPISODE 2 HERE

EPISODE 3 HERE

EPISODE 4 HERE

38) Loki looking for Mobius in PIE ROOM Hey... this is starting to be suspicious. is this room actual Heart of the TVA, that we didn´t know about ??? Why does everyone accidentally end up here???

39) Loki Time slipping to the theater room (where he had his first long, table converstation with Mobius.)

I´m gonna cry 😭

40) Mobius/Don casually informing Loki, he´s a SINGLE dad and telling him his entire work schedule (not that it´s important for anything, but Mobius is sooo damn handsome in that blue west!!! ) Also Loki staring at him through the window ?! And then being so distracted by him, that it took him interestigly long time, before he realized / accepted that Mobius doesn´t remember him (AGAIN). And he should have know this right away, because he already talked to Casey/Frank.

41) Loki time slipping to Mobius again (right when he started to be hopefull and Happy, that O. B. will be able to help him.

42) Loki glow up - or Loki fixing himself up, to look sexy not threatening fo Mobius/Don. I mean... this is just straight out of romantic movie, I´m sorry. Interesting acting choice there🤣

43) Loki being very nervous while talking to Mobius/Don.

Mobius: "You live around here, or did you follow me home? 😉" Loki: "Oh... no... hahahaha 😅 ... No no. I was... 😳I was actually on my way to the 👉👆👇☝️uh. And... 😨 And I happend to see you, so I... I... I 🫣 just thought I´d just come and say that I´m sorry that I... I... 🥵couldn´t... stick around back there. I was... um... 🤯 I was in a bit of a time crunch. 😅😅😅"

Said God of Mischief.

I´m sorry, but he´s acting here like stuttering schoolgirl with a crush. What exactly are you trying to accomplish, Tom ??? Anyway... I love it xD

44) Mobius dropping everything and forgeting about his two mischievous sons so he can give Loki full attention

45) Wanna buy my wife´s jetski? - oh by the way, she´s long gone, and worst thing about it is the fact, that one of these beauties doesn´t have a rider.

would you wanna ride it with me? let´s jump up on these bad boys

46) "A beautiful union of form and function"

The fact, that Loki remembers that line from S01E02 and that he echoes it back at Mobius, who doesn´t remember him... Like... WHAT? This thing is romantic as fuck. also finaly someone, who will gladly listen to Mobius braindumping about jetskis!!!! YES PLEASE. He deserves it! 💚 they litteraly made for each other!

47) Loki gently helping Mobius/Don through the time door. - while O. B. is struggling with heavy prototype of tempad...

48) "You saved my life, when I first arrived. You saw something in me, that I hadn´t seen in myself."

Can you believe he said that??? Because I don´t. I´m still processing 😭 Also, see? He IS his friend... but O. B. is not. He WILL be (eccept O. B. knows Mobius much longer xDD ) I´m ok 49) "I want my friends back. I don´t want to be alone."

This scene is honestly so tragic. Sylvie helps him realize his true motivations and he looks so desprete. TVA: place, that he should hate is home now. Where he belong. And that´s why he cared so much and tried so hard to save that place. And thing he wants the most are his friends. Their company. (And if it wasn´t obvious, it means primarily Mobius. The man, he called friend several times this season) It´s him, who Loki doesn´t want to lose in the first place.

Loki looks so fucking sad here! I can´t! 50) "It was more about what I wanted."

Not only he says it while we are watching Mobius, but let´s take in the fact, that he says it at all! Like... come on!!! Can´t he be just happy? As soon as he starts thinking that his actions are selfish, Loki will actualy choose what he thinks is better for Mobius and tries to let him go...

The character development in this show is just unbelievable

And finaly: 51) "It´s not about where, when or why. It´s about WHO."

... said Loki, after very, very, VERY long look at Mobius. --------------- Anyway. That´s the check-list. In total, I counted 51 Lokius moment, but if anyone caught something I didn´t, feel free to correct me! the more, the better! 😁 It´s a hella lot of Lokius content. especially since I didn´t expected, like... not even third of it. So yeah. Last part will be kind of a conclusion. I will try to look at possibilities, what could all this mean. What could be the actual intent of writers and filmakers etc. And, simply put it, asking: WHAT THE FUCK 😳

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Written in the Stars: Chapter XIV - Expectations

Chapter Summary: Being a child of [Y/N] [L/N] and Anakin Skywalker is not easy. Both Leia and Luke find out about it as they grow up. You and their friends try to be there for them, but you can't always protect them from the danger. Or a rebellious strike. What awaits your children? And will they find their inner peace?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader, Axe Woves/Original Female Character

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Reader, Leia Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Bail Organa, Breha Organa, Celly Organa, Niano Organa, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano

Word Count: 6801

A/N: This chapter contains some of the plot and dialogues of the TV show "Obi-Wan Kenobi". Gif is not mine. Happy reading!

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An eight-year-old Leia Organa doesn't like going to parties. Even if the said parties are at her Uncle Bail's home. Even if she can see her Aunt Padmé, who's been recently chosen as the Chancellor. She prefers to play outside, climb trees and train with her lightsaber with Luke. She finds all the politics and social gatherings boring. But the last thing she wants to do is to disappoint her parents, so she begrudgingly changes into something nice and gets on the ship that takes them to Alderaan.

'How long do we have to be here?' she asks when they go down the ramp once they arrive.

'We just got here,' her father laughs.

'That's not the answer to my question,' his daughter says.

'It's hard to say but definitely too long for your liking,' you sigh. Leia groans.

'Think about it that way,' her brother says cheerfully. 'At least we don't have to learn protocol today. Or diplomacy.'

'No, but we have to live it today,' his sister points out. You put hands on their shoulders.

'Yes, so please, behave,' you ask them.

'If you do, you can not behave once we are back,' Anakin says, winking at his children. They grin at him.

'Why did I marry you?' you ask, rolling your eyes. He looks at you softly.

'Because you love me,' he answers. You can't help but smile.

'Ha! I won,' Bail says as you approach him. You look at him with confusion. He answers with an amused look. His wife, Breha, rolls her eyes.

'I said you won't even reach us before you look at each other lovingly at least once,' he explains. You and your husband blush, embarrassed. Bail waves his hand.

'Don't worry, we love that about you,' he says and smiles at your children. 'Princess Leia, Prince Luke, we're glad to have you here.'

'The pleasure is ours, Senator Organa,' your daughter says politely. Bail raises his eyebrows. You and Anakin smile.

'Someone is growing into a diplomat, I see,' Organa says.

'Only when she wants to,' Luke says. Leia elbows him.

'Ow! See what I mean?' her brother asks, glaring at his sister. 'And hello, uncle, aunt.'

'Please, come in,' Breha says and you walk into the palace. 'You must be tired.'

'No,' you and your children say.

'Yes,' Anakin answers. You give them a look.

'Hey, while you were sitting, we were very busy,' your husband says.

'Running around the ship,' you say. 'You didn't have to. It's your fault you're tired. You could have, like me, read the report from Lanash.'

'Booooring,' your rascals groan. You sigh.

'I know, I'd prefer running around the ship as well,' you admit. Your children look at you with surprise, while Anakin grins. Your children want to ask questions, but then they notice Padmé. They run to her, squealing. She chuckles and hugs them both.

'Eight years and I'm still nervous around her,' Skywalker murmurs. You force a smile. You know what he's talking about. She used to be in love with him. And suddenly she found out he was married to you. They talked after she saw him kissing you, but they still act awkward around each other. Surprisingly, you and her are still very good friends.

An hour later the party is in a full swing. You trust your children not to do anything stupid and leave them to their own devices. That also includes Anakin. But you keep glancing at him when he's talking to the Jedi. You in the meantime engage in a conversation with Bail, Padmé and Breha.

'So, how is the life of the Chancellor treating you?' you ask Amidala at some point.

'It's… challenging,' she answers. 'But I'm slowly finding my footing.'

'I am, on the other hand, glad to be rid of that responsibility,' Organa says.

'I want to know why did you return to your senator post,' you say. He sighs.

'The previous one resigned and no one wanted his position,' he explains. 'Once we find a replacement, I'm going to resign happily. I want to spend time with my family.'

He kisses his wife's cheek and glances at a little redhead girl that is talking with Luke. Her name is Mara Jade and was adopted a few years ago by Organas.

'How is she?' you ask, as she wasn't there to welcome you.

'She has a rebellious phase,' Breha sighs.

'We better keep her away from Leia, then,' you say. 'She has it, too.'

You exchange amused smiles. Just then Skywalker joins you.

'Here comes the trouble,' he murmurs. You turn your head and see Celly Organa walking to you with her son, Niano. Both of them are unhappy.

'Why is she looking at me?' you ask, dismayed.

'I saw Niano with Leia a moment ago,' your husband explains. You sigh but then politely smile, because Celly and Niano join you.

'Celly, how lovely to see you,' you greet her. 'And hello, Niano.'

'Good day, [Y/N],' the woman says and winces. 'Or I wish it was. Your daughter must apologize to my son.'

'What did she do?' Breha asks, surprised.

'She called me a lower life form,' Niano grumbles. Your husband snorts but quickly covers it with laugh. You force another smile.

'I see,' you say. 'Well, I think I should hear her version as well. Excuse me. Anakin.'

You and Skywalker walk to Leia, who is pouting next to Luke and Mara. She looks at you warily when you approach. But her brother and his friend quickly disappear, seeing your serious faces.

'What did he tell you?' your daughter asks.

'That you called him a lower life form,' her father answers. She grimaces.

'I didn't,' she denies and glances at your raised eyebrows. 'But I may have implied it.'

'Can you tell us what happened?' you ask gently. She looks at you. She admires that about you. That you always try to listen to both sides of the story.

'He was being mean to everyone, including droids,' she says. 'When I thanked one for a drink, he said I don't need manners when talking to lower life forms. So, I replied I don't need manners when talking to him, then.'

Anakin's face goes sour when she tells you what Niano said about the droids. But when she told you her reply, he snorts. You barely stop a smile.

'Honey,' you scold him.

'What?' he asks with a grin and winks at your daughter. 'She was right.'

'I don't think Niano is a lower life form,' you say. 'It's not right to call that anyone.'

'He was asking for it,' he says. You sigh and look at Leia.

'You're right,' you say, surprising her. 'He was mean and it's important to defend those who can't defend themselves. But we can't become like bullies while doing that. Do you understand what I'm saying?'

'Yes, mom,' she says, looking down. You crouch in front of her and grab her chin. You make her look at you and you smile.

'I'm proud of you, darling,' you say. 'For speaking up and not ignoring the problem. But next time try to be gentler. And don't worry. Diplomacy is hard to learn. I'm not sure I've mastered it, to be honest.'

'I know I didn't,' your husband puts in. You snort and shake your head.

'You make up with your charm for that,' you say and you share a smile. You caress Leia's cheek and kiss her forehead. You stand up.

'Do you want me to apologize to him?' she asks quietly. You shake your head.

'He should apologize first,' you say. 'I'll deal with it. But if he does apologize, then the right move for you would be to apologize, yes.'

'Okay,' she says, nodding. You smile at her and walk away. Anakin grins at her and hugs her.

'I love you, squirrel,' he says. She smiles at the pet name.

'And I love you, dad,' she says. He winks at her and follows you. Leia watches you go. She's amazed how regal and gracious you look, but at the same time kind and approachable. She hangs her head. She will never be like you. Or her brave, intimidating, heroic father.

Niano doesn't apologize, so Leia doesn't either. A few days later you're faced with the consequences of this. Being a topic in the media isn't news for you. But when you hear they talk about your daughter there, you're surprised and then angry. They say she's petty, selfish, arrogant and that she believes everyone is beneath her. They criticize her and express relief that she has a twin brother, who's more like you and Anakin, because he may actually be fitted to take the throne from you one day.

Leia doesn't hear about it at first, as she's busy with her Jedi training and princess' studies. But when she heads to your room, asking if you have time for her, she hears your raised voices. She stops and against her common sense, listens in.

'They called her arrogant!' Skywalker fumes. 'Arrogant, while she was the one defending a droid from a spoiled, arrogant brat!'

'We don't know if this is because of that incident with Niano,' you say, trying to stay calm.

'As if it can be about anything else,' your husband scoffs. 'She's our daughter. We must take action.'

'What do you want me to do?' you snap. 'Go to the media and fire people who badmouthed Leia? Tell them off? Fight them? We need diplomacy here, Anakin, not violence.'

'Oh, so I can only turn to violence? You didn't think I was thinking about more peaceful solution?'

'Well, were you?'

'Not really, but-'

'There is no but here. I don't like what they said about her either, but we can't just go to war with the media. We must try a diplomatic approach.'

'And while we take time to do that, people will gossip how Leia is unfit for the throne and we're only thinking about Luke as your heir.'

Your daughter's eyes go wide. She quickly backs away and hurries down the corridor. A few minutes later she comes across two ministers.

'To be honest, I agree with some things the media said,' one of them says. Leia stops.

'Ah, yes,' the other says, nodding. 'Especially the part where the Prince is more like the King and Queen.'

'My thoughts exactly,' the first one says eagerly. 'He has the Queen's kind nature and the King's talents. I really hope he's the one who's going to take the throne.'

'Yes, me as well,' the second agrees. Your daughter turns on her heel and runs away with tears in her eyes. She runs outside and then into the forest. But there, a tragedy happens.

About half an hour later, there's an urgent knock on the door to the Council Room, where you're holding a meeting. Everyone looks up, curious.

'Enter,' you call. The door opens and a guard rushes in, a wild look in his eyes.

'Your Majesties, Princess Leia has been kidnapped!' he reports. The Ministers gasp. They stand up and start talking over each other. Anakin feels fear and rage burning inside of him. Knowing it's dangerous, he looks at you to calm himself down. But he sees you frozen in shock, your eyes wide, breathing heavily.

'[Y/N],' he says softly and grasps your hand. You take in a few deep breaths and stand up. He follows suit.

'ENOUGH!' you yell and the silence falls. You nod at the guard.

'What happened?' you demand.

'We were patrolling the forest,' he starts. 'Suddenly, the Princess run out of it and asked for help. They started firing at us from nowhere. We took cover. One of us grabbed the Princess. But he was quickly shot and she was taken. We tried to pursue but… we were not fast enough. They took her on a ship and flew away.'

Only then you notice he's injured. Your hands are shaking but you try to think what to do now. You close your eyes for a moment.

'I want the description of that ship,' you say after a moment, opening your eyes. 'Someone to examine the scene. The recordings from all the cameras to be viewed. Maybe the kidnappers are on some of them. You to get medical attention. My son to be located and kept under guard. No one is allowed near him without our permission. And someone get me Master Kenobi. The meeting is adjourned.'

The Council and the guard bow and leave the room. The moment the door close, you exhale shakily. Anakin is at your side quickly and takes you in his arms.

'We're gonna find her,' he says quietly. 'She's our daughter. She's gonna be fine.'

'Is it how you felt every time I was kidnapped?' you ask, your voice shaky.

'Yes,' he confirms, holding you tighter.

'I'm sorry,' you whisper. He shakes his head.

'It was never your fault,' he says. 'Now is not Leia's fault either. And we're gonna save her, just as every time you were saved.'

'By you,' you say and pull away. 'You know I want to ask Obi-Wan for help. And you want to go with him, don't you?'

He nods, his lips pressed into a thin line. You take his hands in yours and nod.

'If anyone can find her quickly, it's you two, together,' you say. 'Go and bring her home.'

'I will, my star,' he says and kisses you softly. Then, he turns and goes to the door.

'May the Force be with you,' you say. He stops, shoots you a smile and leaves. You collapse on your chair. You hide your face in hands and start crying, scared for your little girl.

Once Kenobi is informed about the situation he joins in on investigating. Rather quickly, thankfully, they find out where the kidnappers are heading – a planet called Daiyu. He and Skywalker head there at once.

On the planet, with the help of local police, they find the kidnappers. But it turns out it was a trap for them, set by people loyal to Palpatine. They manage to get out of the trap, but they don't find Leia in a cell. Somehow, she's managed to get out of her own and now both sides have no idea where she is.

'I have a déja vu,' Anakin says, as they walk through the streets of the city. Obi-Wan looks at him questioningly.

'Remember how we first met [Y/N]?' he asks. Kenobi chuckles.

'She was kidnapped, we were sent to find her and she got out of her own,' he remembers. 'And people say Leia isn't like you.'

'You've heard then?' Skywalker asks, his jaw clenched. His friend puts a hand on his shoulder.

'Let's find your daughter first, then we can go against the media,' he promises. 'I suggest we split up.'

'Just like we did, then,' your husband chuckles.

'Well, it worked, didn't it?' the Jedi asks, amused. His former padawan nods and the two go their separate ways.

Some time later, Obi-Wan notices a little girl with a characteristic hairdo. He quickly follows her and grabs her when he reaches her. She jumps, startled, and attempts to break free.

'Calm down, it's me,' he says quietly. She looks up at him with wide eyes.

'Uncle Ben?' she asks, stunned. 'What are you doing here?'

'Your father and I were looking for you, of course,' he answers.

'Dad is here, too?' she asks, surprised, but suddenly her face twists into an expression of defiance. 'I'm not going home.'

'What?' Kenobi asks, shocked. She frees herself from his grasp and sprints forward. He blinks and hurries after her. He manages yet again to catch up to her. Noticing the people who are after them, he grabs her and takes her into an abandoned building.

'Let me go!' she demands, squirming.

'The kidnappers are here,' he informs her and she goes still. 'Now, while we wait for them to go away, how about you'll tell me what this is about.'

He lets go of her. She puts some distance between them and crosses her arms. He feels hurt, pain, sadness and anger in her. He crouches in front of her.

'Leia,' he says softly, 'what's wrong?'

'I'm a disappointment,' she says after a moment, her lip wobbling. He stares at her, shocked.

'What?' he asks and shakes his head. 'Of course, you're not. Why are you thinking that? Is it because of what the media say? You must know it's not true. Someone paid them to say those things. No one believes them.'

'That's not true!' she protests. 'I heard people talking. They agree. They say I'm nothing like my parents. That Luke is better suited for being a king. I'm not saying I want to be a queen, I don't know that yet. But…'

'But it hurt,' he finishes. She nods and dries her tears that have started flowing. He puts his hand on her shoulder. She looks at him sadly.

'The people who said that can't be further from the truth,' he says and she frowns at him. 'Princess Leia [L/N]-Skywalker, you are wise, discerning, kindhearted. These are qualities that came from your mother. But you are also passionate and fearless, forthright. And these are the gifts from your father. Both are exceptional people, who bore an exceptional daughter.'

She stares at him with mouth agape, tears glistening in her eyes again. He smiles at her and caresses her hair.

'Do you mean it?' she asks quietly.

'Every word,' he assures her. 'And so do your parents. They don't plan your future, or Luke's future for you. They both want you to be happy, to do what you decide to do. This decision is entirely your own. Whatever you decide, they will support you. Because they love you more than you can imagine.'

'And you?' she asks. He nods.

'Very much so,' he confirms. 'Can I call your father now and tell him you're safe? He's worried. So are your mother and brother.'

She nods after a beat. He dries her eyes gently and straightens up. He takes out his holocom and calls Anakin. He answers after a few seconds.

'We'll meet you on the ship,' Obi-Wan says before his friend can say a word. Skywalker's face relaxes with relief.

'Thank the Force,' he murmurs and chuckles. 'This time it's you, then? All right, be careful out there.'

'We will,' Kenobi promises and ends the call.

'This time?' Leia questions.

'When we met your mother, we were sent to save her from people who kidnapped her,' he explains. 'We also get separated but that time it was your father who found your mother. But like you, she escaped first.'

He gives her a look. She smiles, knowing what he means. That she's more like her mother than she realizes.

'Thank you, uncle,' she says. He nods at her and takes her hand. He looks outside carefully.

'We must be cautious,' he says. 'The men that are after you are very dangerous. They want me and your father dead. Killing you would be good for them, too.'

'What do they want?' she asks.

'They want to take revenge for your father and me for ruining the plans of someone they followed,' he explains. She thinks for a moment.

'Palpatine?' she asks. He looks at her.

'My parents told me about him,' she says. He nods.

'Yes, Palpatine,' he confirms. She hums.

'It's been nine years ago,' she says. 'They're very persistent, I give them that.'

'Yeah, that counts for something,' he murmurs. 'Okay, now is our chance.'

They leave the building and head toward the ship. But, of course, they're found on the way and Obi-Wan has to fight for their lives. Thankfully, Anakin shows up just in time and they fight together like in the old days.

After defeating their enemies and making sure they're arrested, they all head on the ship. The ramp barely closes, when Skywalker is on his knees and puts his arms around his daughter. She snuggles into him, finally feeling safe.

'I'm sorry,' she whispers. He holds her tighter.

'You have nothing to be sorry for,' he says. 'It wasn't your fault.'

'I'm not talking about that,' she denies. 'I'm sorry for all the mess with the media.'

He sighs. Of course, she heard about that. He pulls away and cups her face.

'Sweetheart, I want you to know that both me and your mother believe you're an amazing girl and are not worse than your brother in anything,' he says. 'Whatever you both decide, we will support you. We love you and just want you to be happy. We're not comparing you and we love you both equally. And the people that say differently, that say you're not like us or that you're not fitted to be a queen… or anyone you want… are wrong. So very, very wrong.'

'But I don't think I'm cut out for it,' she says, hanging her head. 'When I heard what people say about me, what the media said… I ran away. That's why they got me. I was upset about what the media said and let them catch me. I can't ignore what media say like you and mom.'

'Sweetheart, I can't really ignore what the media say either,' he says and chuckles. 'When me and your mom were hiding our relationships, a magazine made a poll of the most desirable single rulers and senators. Your mom was given the first place. Oh, I was so furious. You can ask Aunt Ahsoka or anyone from my guard. I was terrible. I wanted to run to the magazine and inform them that your mother is very much taken and no one but me can desire her.'

'Really?' she asks. He smiles and nods.

'Really,' he says. 'And I got upset when I heard what the media said about you.'

'I know,' she says and fidgets nervously. 'I… heard you and mom arguing. I'm sorry.'

'It's not your fault,' he says, shaking his head. 'We both got upset and we had different solutions on the problem. It happens sometimes and we argue then.'

'I never heard you argue before,' she admits. 'I always thought you're perfectly happy with each other.'

'We are,' he assures her. 'But sometimes we argue and that's okay. That's normal. And… we always make up. That's our favorite part in making up.'

'How do you do it?' she asks, curious. He blushes and clears his throat.

'I'll tell you when you're older,' he says. 'Now, did what I said help you?'

'Yeah,' she says, nodding. 'But… I still don't think I'm going to be as perfect as mom is.'

'Oh, Leia, your mom is not perfect,' he says. She looks at him with raised eyebrows, surprised he says that about his wife.

'Don't get me wrong,' he chuckles. 'She's perfect for me. But she's human. She has her flaws. That's normal. She's stubborn. So stubborn. She cares little about her own health and safety. It's hard for her to ask for help. And she doesn't want people to worry about her. But I love her just the way she is. Just like we love you the way you are.'

She throws herself into his arms. She starts crying, embarrassed, sad, happy. He hugs her back, crying as well. Because he was scared. Because he's relieved. Because he has his little girl back and she's safe in his arms, right where she belongs.

Once they leave the ship after landing on Luth, they are greeted by relieved guards. They all tell Leia how happy they are she's back home, safe and sound. She smiles. Her father puts a hand on her shoulder.

'Where is my wife?' he asks.

'In the throne room, Your Majesty,' Jesse answers.

'I'll-' Obi-Wan starts.

'Don't even think about it, you're coming with us,' Anakin interrupts him. Kenobi sighs and follows the duo to the throne room.

They find you there as promised, talking to some ministers. You have your back turned to them, but both men can see you're tense by your posture. Leia just focuses on the fact you're there and she realizes how much she missed you and how much she needs to be held by you.

'Mom!' she cries out and runs toward you with tears in her eyes. You swirl around in a second, your eyes wide. Relief shows on your face and you hurry to meet your daughter. When she's almost by your side, you fall on your knees and open your arms. She falls into them and you hug her tightly, crying as well.

'Oh, my darling,' you say, your voice shaky. 'I'm so glad you're all right.'

'I was so scared…' she whispers. You hold her tighter.

'I know, darling,' you say gravely, remembering the first time you were kidnapped. 'I know.'

You stand up with her still in your arms. You look at your husband and Obi-Wan.

'Thank you,' you say to them both. They smile.

'You know we would never let anything happen to her,' Kenobi assures her.

'I know,' you confirm. 'We will talk about the kidnappers later?'

On their way home, they called you to let you know your daughter is with them. They also told you about the trap and the people responsible for it. While this was troubling, both of them told you about their talks with the Princess. And she was more important to you.

The Jedi nods. You walk to your husband and kiss his cheek. Then, you take Leia to her room. There, you bathe her and put to bed. All the time you're both quiet.

'Did Uncle Obi-Wan and dad talk with you?' she finally asks when you brush her hair.

'They did,' you confirm.

'I'm sorry,' she says, hanging her head. 'I know I promised to study harder after… after you almost died. But I failed. I'm not exactly the heir you hoped for…'

'You're much more than I hoped for,' you answer softly. She looks at you, surprised. You smile and caress her cheek.

'Everything they told you is true,' you say. 'But I understand you still have some doubts. I had them too, when I was your age.'

'Really?' she asks, surprised. She looks at you with doubt and shakes her head.

'I don't believe it,' she says. 'Everyone who knew you as a child keep saying what an excellent princess you were. How you always did things well beyond your duty.'

'Sure, when I got older,' you chuckle. 'But when I was your age? Not at all. I tried, I really did, but sometimes I was overwhelmed. I preferred to read books and ride my pony. Anything but studying the laws, protocols or rules of diplomacy. At the end of the day, I was still a kid that wanted to play. Which is why I'm not mad when you and Luke say you prefer to study the Jedi ways. They sound much more exciting.'

'I know!' she says but immediately blushes, embarrassed. But to her relief you laugh.

'There was a time in the Clone Wars, when I was accompanying the Jedi on the front,' you say. 'And it was horrible. The war, the fighting, the death… All because a man wanted infinite power… Anyway, there were times, when I got into some adventures with your father. And I loved it. It was crazy, it was dangerous… but also fun. And I was with your father and at the time it was a rare thing.'

'I still don't know how you managed to hide your relationship. You're so obviously in love!'

'At the time we weren't showing it. Some people figured us out, but we were safe for some time. Anyway, what I'm trying to say, I understand your need for more exciting things. I was there, as well.'

'So, it gets easier with time?' she asks. You snort and shake your head.

'No, very often I still want to just sneak out with your father and spend time together,' you say and smile dreamily. 'We do that sometimes, actually.'

'I don't think I want to know the details,' she says, wincing. You chuckle and ruffle her hair.

'I'm not worried about your future,' you assure her. 'And even if you decide not to become a queen, I'll be watching you become what you are made for with a smile and support you need.'

She throws herself into your arms and you hug her tightly. You exhale quietly. You were a wreck inside, worrying sick about her. You're so happy to have her again.

'Thanks, mom,' she whispers. You smile and press a kiss on her head.

'Anytime, darling,' you say. 'Anytime.'

Suddenly, the door open with a bang. You both jump, startled.

'Leia!' Luke shouts, running to you. Lanash enters behind him, beaming at your daughter.

'I'm so happy you're safe!' your son says, climbing on the bed. He hugs his sister tightly.

'Thanks,' she says with a smile, hugging him back, and looks at your former maid. 'Aunt Lanash, you came hearing I was taken?'

'No, I came after I watched the TV,' she explains, sitting next to you. 'I arrived ready for a war with anyone who says mean things about you, only to find out someone took you. Axe had to calm me down.'

'How?' Leia asks, interested. The Senator blushes.

'I'll tell you when you're older,' she answers. Your daughter sighs and you chuckle.

'Anyway, your mother and I took care of the media problem,' your former maid says.

'Really?' the Princess asks, worried. Lanash nods and hands her a datapad, turning on a video. Your daughter sees you and your best friend holding a conference, where you explain the incident with Niano, without giving his name. You say how kind and humble Leia really is and how outraged you are media so blandly told lies about her, without even knowing your daughter. You declare you're going to sue them for defemination and express your disappointment for treating an eight-year-old girl like that.

She may be a princess, a possible heir to the throne, but she's still a child and saying things like that about her is cruel. Hearing things like that can influence anyone's psyche, even more if the person is a child. And I hope it's the last time something like that happens, because if someone comes after my family, they come after me. And when that happens, I'm no longer merciful queen. No one hurts people I care about.

The image freezes after your last words. Leia looks up at you with tears in her eyes. She smiles and sniffs.

'Thank you, mom,' she says and turns to Lanash, who said also some strong things. 'Thank you, aunt.'

'Not a problem, sweety,' her godmother assures her and kisses her forehead. 'People will think twice before coming on you. But don't worry, once you're old enough we will let you fight your battles. But we will also always stand in your corner, ready to assist at your call.'

'Thanks,' your daughter chuckles and yawns.

'All right, time to bed,' you say and stand up. 'It's been a long and tiring day. You need rest, so you could go on your tomorrow's adventures.'

She smiles at you and you wink at her. The Senator stands up but Luke stays put. He looks at you and his sister pleadingly.

'Can we sleep together tonight, please?' he asks. 'I felt Leia's feelings in the Force. I was so worried. I want to make sure she's okay and safe at night.'

You look at the Princess. She smiles at her brother and nods. Then looks at you pleadingly.

'Can he stay, please?' she asks. You look at your son.

'Did you do everything before sleep?' you ask. He nods quickly. You smile and kiss their heads. You tuck them in.

'Then I'll send your father here for both of you,' you say. 'And Obi-Wan and Axe. Sleep well.'

'Goodnight, mom!' they say together, grinning. 'Thank you! Goodnight, aunt.'

'Night, Trouble Duo,' Lanash says and kisses their cheeks. 'Sleep tight.'

You two leave and a moment later Anakin, Obi-Wan and Axe come to bid them goodnight. After that, Skywalker finds you in your chambers. You smile at each other and hug.

'Thank you,' you say.

'For what?' he chuckles. 'She's my daughter, too.'

'Not for that,' you deny. 'For coming back safely.'

'Always, my star,' he says and kisses your head. You pull away and he grins.

'I saw the conference,' he says. 'You were fierce. Are we really suing?'

'Well, not yet,' you answer. 'I left that pleasure for you.'

'I love you,' he says and kisses you. You laugh and then moan when he kisses your neck. You gasp when he grinds against you.

'Bed. Now,' you decide. He chuckles and picks you up. You squeal and he hurries to the bedroom with you. There you let go of all your frustrations and worries of the day and make love to one another until it's late at night.

When Luke is fourteen-year-old, he has a rebellious phase. Everyone keeps comparing him to you and Anakin. They keep saying how he has his father's skills as a Jedi, while he also has your kindness. He is a warrior but he's also merciful – a perfect combination of you and your husband. He's happy to be like you two, but he hates how people keep saying what he should do. Some people say he's destined to be a great Jedi, like his father before him. The others that he's going to be a great king. At the moment, though, he's so fed up with that all he'd like to be a farmer like his grandparents from his father's side.

He and Leia have four more years before they have to decide. Then, one of them will be crowned as the heir to the throne. He finds the prospect terrifying. He wants to run away. So, he does just that. One day, he simply takes a ship and flies away, without telling anyone.

'Luke is gone,' Skywalker informs you that afternoon. You look up at him with a frown.

'Is it his turn to be kidnapped?' you ask. He stops and looks at you.

'You know, it worries me you think of it as something normal,' he says.

'How many times was I kidnapped?' you ask, raising your eyebrows. 'I'm seriously asking, because I lost the count.'

'Well, he wasn't,' he denies and sits at the edge of your desk behind which you're sitting. 'He ran away. I barely stopped Leia from coming after him. She says he's anxious, frustrated, scared, tired.'

'The downs of being our children,' you sigh. 'High expectations.'

'What can we do?'

'Send Ahsoka after him.'

'Snips?'

'She's his godmother. She'll know what to say to comfort him.'

'But we are his parents.'

'Which is exactly why we can't go. He will feel pressured. And Ahsoka… she's the cool aunt. And also kind and compassionate. She'll know what to say.'

'Very well. I'll give her a call. By the way, you won't guess where he went.'

'Hm?'

'… Tatooine.'

You stare at him, surprised. Then, you burst out laughing. He glares at you and leaves, banging the door closed behind him.

A few hours later Luke is strolling through the streets of his father's home planet. It's a better place now, thanks to Bail, Padmé and Lanash. Safer. With no slaves.

'You know, it's been so many years and yet your father still spoke of this place with disdain when he told me where to find you,' a voice says behind him. He stiffens and turns slowly. His godmother smiles at him from under her hood. He sighs.

'How did he know I'm here?' he asks.

'He's your father and the strongest Force user that ever lived,' she snorts. 'He has a strong connection in the Force with you. He never said it, but I think that's how he found Leia when she was kidnapped. Or he could have found her that way. I'm sure of it. Anyway, are you up to anything interesting?'

'Just walking,' he answers cautiously.

'Mind if I tag along?'

'Are you going to nag me about coming back?'

'Not yet. Too soon for that.'

'… Fine.'

She smiles at him and they start walking together. For a long moment there's silence between them. They take in the sight of Tatooine, as sandy and hot as always.

'Are they worried?' he finally asks with guilt. 'My parents.'

'Of course, they are,' she answers. 'But they also seem as if they expected this.'

'Really?' he asks, surprised.

'They were teenagers too, you know,' she teases. He shivers.

'I can't imagine that,' he says. They laugh.

'I'm pretty sure they ran away at some point, too,' she says after a pause. He looks at her with interest. She nods.

'They had high expectations, too, you know,' she says. 'Everyone believed Anakin is the Chosen One. And [Y/N] was to become the queen of Luth. Both were overwhelmed, I imagine. I'm not trying to diminish what you feel. I'm just saying they may understand what you are going through.'

'What if I tell them I don't want any of it?' he asks quietly. She puts a hand on his shoulder.

'They will understand,' she answers. 'They're your parents. They just want you to be happy.'

They share a smile and resume walking, as they stopped a moment ago. The silence is more comfortable now.

'I guess it just all suddenly feels more real,' he confesses. 'Everyone says soon I'll be someone's padawan. And in four years me or Leia are going to be crowned as the heir to the throne. In both cases, there will be more responsibilities. And it scares me.'

'You're not alone in this,' she says. 'And if nothing feels appealing to you… choose your own path. Let the Force guide you.'

'The Force…' he whispers. They stroll for a moment longer. Finally, he sighs and stops.

'Let's go home,' he decides. She smiles at him and nods.

A few hours later, they're back on Luth. Luke exits his ship, his head down. He looks up with guilt and sees his family. Leia rushes to him and hugs him, glad he's okay and back. Then he walks to you and Anakin. You hug him tight.

'Do you need to talk?' Skywalker asks. Your son shakes his head.

'Aunt Ahsoka helped me,' he says. 'For now, I'm good. But if I ever start doubting in myself, can I come to one of you? Or both of you?'

'Anytime,' you assure him.

'Even if there's a meeting of the Council?' the Prince asks.

'Especially if there's a meeting of the Council,' your husband answers eagerly. You nod to your children's surprise.

'What?' you ask, seeing it. 'I hate them, too. I was just taught to hide it. Shall we eat something?'

You turn and go back to the palace. Your family follows you. Once again all is fine.

A few days later Luke and Leia are informed masters were chosen for them. They head to the Jedi Temple and wait in the pointed room. A moment later Obi-Wan enters, smiling.

'Are you here to take us to our masters?' the Princess asks. He chuckles.

'I'm here to collect your brother as my padawan,' he explains. Your son stares at him, amazed. He grins and cheers. His sister rolls his eyes.

'Lucky,' she murmurs. 'But I get why I couldn't get my godfather.'

'For the same reason I couldn't be Luke's master,' Ahsoka says, entering the room. Leia's eyes light up. Tano smiles and nods.

'Hello, my padawan,' she says. The twins grin at each other.

'Our parents are going to be so happy,' your son says. 'Not as happy as we are, though.'

'I'll call them,' your daughter says and takes out her holocom. A moment later the holograms of you and Anakin show up. Both of you look at her eagerly.

'Well?' you ask at the same time.

'I have Aunt Ahsoka and Luke has Uncle Obi-Wan,' she reports.

'Thank the Force,' Skywalker groans, looking up. You sigh, then chuckle.

'Tell them we wish them luck,' you say. 'Now go to your training. Have a nice day!'

You wave and end the call. Ahsoka frowns.

'Why did she wish us luck?' she asks. The twins grin at her. Obi-Wan, who's been teaching them since they were kids, pats her back.

'We're in for a ride,' he says. She gulps. What has she gotten herself into?

A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could. Seriously, even if it's just to leave a thumb up. Every bit of feedback keeps me motivated.

This can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60214684/chapters/156408586

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