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Spring in Fall
Summary: Jensen Ackles has spent his whole adult life in front of the camera, but now he wants something more. Something he’s not been able to find yet: an omega to settle down with. When Y/N Y/L/N arrived on the set of Supernatural, the alpha may just find all he’s ever wanted – his true mate.
Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Female Omega!Reader
Rating: Teen
Bingo Square: Scent Bond for @jacklesversebingo
Warnings: Omegaverse, A/B/O dynamics (no smut or anatomy talk), fluff, scenting.
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: This WIP has sat unfinished for over a year. When I got the ‘Scent Bond’ bingo square for Jacklesverse, I just knew this would be the perfect fill and found my fluffy bone long enough to get this finished! I hope you love this absolute floof 😘
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Jensen was irritable. That much was obvious from the Goddamn moon. In fact, irritable was too polite a word for what he was. His ruts were no joke since he hit forty, knowing that his biology dictated he should’ve settled with a mate long before now. The problem was work always got in the way.
If it wasn’t sixteen hour filming days, it was every other weekend at conventions. If it wasn’t conventions, it was catching up on sleep; if it wasn’t sleep, it was an awards show, corporate event, or some other function he was obligated by contract to attend.
Jared had been lucky in finding his true mate on set, and Jensen always hoped the same fate might come to him, but so far, twelve seasons into the show, it hadn’t happened and his hope was starting to wain.
He couldn’t deny that he wanted what all his family and friends had. He was lonely—not that he liked to admit that out loud to many people. All that would achieve is a sudden string of blind dates that always ended in disaster.
The alarm on his phone went off with the reminder to buy a present for his nephew’s birthday, and when he registered the date, he frowned. Quickly, Jensen ran through the math in his head, and his frown deepened. He wasn’t due a rut for another week.
Then why was he so on edge?
“Mr. Ackles? They need you on set in five.” One of the PAs, Riley, he thinks, shouts through his trailer door.
“Alright, thanks,” Jensen calls back, trying to put it to the back of his mind for now. He had a job to do, and if Jensen was anything, he was a professional. He would never let personal issues bleed into his professional life.
Plus, they had a very important guest star for the next couple of months. Y/N Y/L/N had signed on for an eight-episode story arc, and everyone was excited. She was the most popular actress the network had ever had on their books. She was making waves in the acting world, and everyone knew it was only a matter of time before she moved to a bigger network or the big screen and began cashing in on prestigious award wins.
Not only that, but Jensen had a massive crush on the beautiful omega, and Dean would be having a really good time with her sassy, sexy character for the duration of her time here. He knew it was unlikely that she’d be his true mate, but maybe, if he played his cards right, she’d at least go on a date with him, and things might work out for them. Plenty of couples he knew weren’t true mates and life was great for them.
“Can you smell that?” Y/N asked no one in particular in the hair and makeup trailer.
“Smell what?” Jared asked from the hair chair.
“Leather, and…” she turned her head and sniffed again. “Sandalwood. Mmm, whiskey.” She felt her cheeks heat up and a tingle in her belly that wasn’t wholly unfamiliar to her; neither was the scent she was detecting. It smelled like home. “Spearmint, too?”
Jared smirked through the mirror at Frida, the hair lady, and Y/N caught the grin on the makeup lady, Tanya’s, face. “What?” she asked. Tanya just shook her head, her grin getting wider.
“Come on, Tanya! There’s something you’re not telling me! What is it?” she whined and pouted playfully.
“Jeez, don’t give me that look!” Tanya laughed. “Damn it! Or those eyes!” she stepped away, laughing harder, when Y/N pulled out the big guns. “You know, Jared, Y/N’s puppy eyes are better than yours!”
Jared laughed and mumbled something that sounded a lot like: “Jensen’s gonna be in so much trouble!” as he looked over at the confused omega, who was still subtly sniffing the air with an adorable frown on her face.
“Is it getting hotter in here?” Y/N suddenly exclaimed. “My God, it’s hot,” she fanned herself with her script, feeling the heat rise from her toes upwards as if she’d just sat in a tub filled with water that was too hot. “Can we open the door or something?”
“Sure, I got it,” Frida said as she left Jared in the hair chair and opened the door to the trailer. “Jensen!” she gasped as she opened the door and saw the green-eyed actor reaching for the handle. “You scared me!” she giggled and stepped back, allowing the tall alpha to enter the trailer.
As soon as Jensen stepped inside, he stopped short, his green eyes blown wide and pupils dilating at the sight of his famous crush sitting in what was usually his makeup chair. She looked beautiful with her big doe eyes as wide as his and her hands fidgeting in her lap.
“Omega,” Jensen purred, momentarily shocked at how pathetic he sounded. Certainly not like the big, strong alpha he wanted to be for her, that’s for sure.
“Alpha,” Y/N whimpered in response, bowing her head as a sign of her submission to him.
Jensen stepped out of his trailer and took a deep breath of fresh air, frowning at the scent he caught on the wind. It smelled like home. Like The Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Garden in the springtime, to be exact. Cherry blossom, lilac and honeysuckle all mixed in with a hint of lavender, making his mouth water. But that was impossible. Except for the lavender, those flowers only appeared in the spring or early summer. It was October.
He didn’t think they’d have flowers on set for any reason, but he supposed that didn’t mean someone didn’t get sent a bouquet or something. The smell of lilac was unmistakable to him; his mom had a huge lilac bush in her backyard, and he’d grown up with it. He’d know that smell a mile off.
Shaking his head to rid himself of thoughts of home, he continued towards the set. He was really excited to work with Y/N, and he hoped she was as sweet and kind as he’d always heard she was. Nothing was worse than having professional respect for someone, meeting them, and finding their personality or attitude lacking.
Jensen spotted Rich across the lot and walked towards him to welcome him. The kind beta was directing again, and Jensen wanted to greet him properly and make sure he knew where to go if he needed anything. Not that Rich needed the reminder, but Jensen was nothing if he wasn’t a gentleman.
“Hey man, good to see you again,” Jensen said as he greeted Rich with a hug.
“Looking good, Jensen. How are you doing?” Rich asked.
“Ah, you know,” Jensen said simply. Rich was one of the few people who knew how desperate he was to find a mate, settle down and have a few pups of his own instead of always being the fun uncle.
“She’s out there, Jay. And I have a feeling she’s closer than you think!” he smirked.
“Ha!” Jensen scoffed. “You sound like Jared! He’s convinced Y/N’ll turn out to be my true mate!” he chuckled.
“Hey, I get why he thinks that! I remember all those nights in your trailer or apartment, and if you saw her on screen, you just froze and stared at her until she was off camera again!” Rich laughed heartily.
“Well, she’s incredibly beautiful. And I’m no worse with her than when you see Scarlett Johansson or Jared was with Nina Dobrev!” Jensen laughed.
“True, but your eyes glaze over, and you get this stupid smile, and…” Rich trailed off at his friend’s head tilt and look of sheer concentration.
“Can you smell that?” Jensen asked.
“Smell what?” Rich asked.
“It’s like a spring garden or something. I smelled it earlier and can’t get it out of–” Jensen whipped his head around and began stalking towards the hair and makeup trailer. Rich followed him, staying a safe distance behind the prowling alpha.
The alpha stopped in front of the trailer door and sniffed, purring low in his throat at finally finding its source. Just as he raised his hand to pull on the handle, the door whipped open, and his senses were assaulted with the most delicious and delicate scent he’d witnessed in his whole life.
Jensen stepped into the trailer, his gaze fixed on his celebrity crush, and felt the air being sucked from him as her Y/E/C eyes met his green ones, wide and submissive. “Omega,” Jensen purred, momentarily shocked at how pathetic he sounded. Certainly not like the big, strong alpha he wanted to be for her, that’s for sure.
“Alpha,” Y/N whimpered in response, bowing her head as a sign of her submission to him.
“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Jared grinned, raising his hands at the older alpha, showing he was no threat to them. The two women showed the same respect to Y/N, raising their hands as they left the trailer.
“I think Jay just found his true mate!” Jared grinned, pulling Rich into a hug.
“He’s gonna absolutely hate that you were right. I hope you know that!” Rich smirked.
“Hell yeah! And I’m never gonna let him forget it!”
Rich chuckled as he pulled the walkie from his belt. “We got a code 143; I repeat, a code 143 is in progress. All filming is suspended until further notice. Ladies and gentlemen, Jensen Ackles has met his true mate in none other than Y/N Y/L/N. Over and out,” Rich spoke through the device and smiled, high-fiving Jared when they heard the cheers erupt from all over the lot.
“Alright, I’ll start with the phone calls. Have you got the numbers for Y/N’s family? I’ll let them know she’ll be off grid for a few days at least,” Jared asked Rich, who handed him a sheet of paper with her emergency contacts listed.
“I’ll get some betas to keep the parameter clear from here back to his trailer. The last thing we need is another alpha getting too close to Y/N. Or an omega to Jensen, for that matter. Then I better call the Network and let them know their golden boy and girl are officially off the market!” Rich chuckled.
“They’re gonna love that!” Jared laughed.
It’d been suggested to Jensen before by numerous executives that he and Y/N should meet and see if there was a spark, but Jensen was stubborn and said if they were meant to meet, it’d happen naturally. Apparently, so was Y/N. They’d heard a few times that it was the same response she gave them whenever they asked her about it.
Once the door was closed, Jensen stepped towards her and kneeled at her feet. “Do you want this, Y/N? Want me?” he asked shyly. Yes, they were true mates, but he had a few years on her, and she might not want to settle with an older man. She might not want to settle at all. Being in the prime of her career might mean she wasn’t ready to start a family yet.
“Yes, Jensen. I want this… want you, Alpha,” she purred, placing her hand on his cheek and smiling softly. The gasp of pained relief from the big, strong alpha broke her heart, and she wondered if he’d been let down as many times as she had in the past or if it was more.
“Can I… uh… can I scent you, Omega, please?” Jensen asked quietly, and Y/N giggled at his cuteness. She’d always hoped she’d have an alpha with a softer side, and it seemed like she got one.
“Yes, Alpha. I’m yours now,” she said softly.
“Not quite,” his fingers rubbed softly over her mating gland. “But I intend for you to be mine very soon,” he smiled softly before slowly leaning forward and nuzzling his nose into her neck. His hot breath against her sensitive skin made Y/N shiver, and her body erupted in goosebumps. The intimacy of the gesture was overwhelming, and she felt tears sting in her eyes.
Jensen whined as he got in closer and breathed her in. “You smell so good, Omega. And so beautiful,” he whispered to her, gently placing his hand on the back of her neck and pulling her closer still. Y/N tilted her head and rested her cheek on his shoulder, nuzzling her nose into his mating gland, her neck still open, and began to scent him in return.
Within seconds, an overwhelming sense of tranquillity and contentment at being exactly where he needed to be rushed over him, and he had no idea if it was coming from him, her or both of them. And it was the most elating feeling in the world.
“Sweetheart, I could sit her for hours and do this,” Jensen whispered, placing the softest of kisses on her neck between each word he spoke. “But I wanna take you somewhere more private if you’ll let me.”
“Okay,” Y/N answered, a whine escaping her throat as soon as he pulled away from her. Jensen chuckled at her pout, stood, held his hand out for her to take, and pulled her protectively into his side when she was on her feet.
“What hotel are you staying in?” Jensen asked.
“I’m not. I’m staying with a friend. Her apartment is just outside the city,” Y/N responded.
“My place is closer. Is that okay with you? I’d rather we have complete privacy, but if it would make you feel better, we can go to my trailer or the place you’re staying,” Jensen spoke softly.
“Let’s go to your place, Alpha,” she beamed brightly, chuckling when Jensen purred in approval of her answer.
Stepping out of the trailer, Jensen pulled Y/N into his body and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. The omega responded instantly, winding her arm around his waist and moving as close to him as their bodies allowed. The alpha smirked and puffed his chest with pride at hearing the wolf whistles from the crew, who’d gathered to wish the new couple well.
Jensen noticed his driver standing next to an SUV and headed straight towards him, determined to get them out of there as quickly as possible. He’d waited long enough for her and didn’t want to wait any longer.
Helping Y/N into the car, Jensen quickly moved to the other side and climbed in beside her. He’d barely sat down when the omega slid over to his side and cosied up to him, burying her nose in his neck and scenting him contentedly. He purred, happy to finally have his omega in his arms, scenting her hair, allowing her aroma to mingle and settle in with his own, binding them together in a bond that would become unbreakable the instant he claimed her, which Jensen had every intention of doing before the sun came up.
“Forever starts now, Omega. You ready for it?” Jensen murmured into Y/N’s hair.
“I’ve never been more ready, Alpha.”
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Sugar Rush
summary: you’re chaperoning your little sisters graduation party but you only have eyes for eddie w/c: 18,221 warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI underage drinking (for my American friends anyway, where I’m from the legal drinking age is 18), alcohol, drugs (weed), swearing, heavy making out, grinding, eddie being kinda mean, oral (f receiving), mild exhibitionism a/n: so this was a wip from like last year but I redid parts of it and added the spicy stuff at the end and honestly I’m so happy with how this turned out. I really hope you guys like it too! Please reblog cause it really helps me out.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics and the moodboard is by @sweetpeapod who you should definitely check out bc her work is amazing.
People loved to say tha tx high school was the best time of a young person's life. Of course the people who said that rarely mentioned how high school loved to label people to better pigeonhole them into a certain box. Jock, prep, nerd, geek, freak.
You’d loved Cheerleading since you could remember. The colourful uniforms, the energy, all of it and you’d been overjoyed when in your freshman year of highschool you’d been selected to join the team. It was a dream come true.
Of course two years after graduating that dream had slowly faded away and been replaced by something much worse. You still loved the sport and your friends but the lifestyle you were expected to maintain was growing tiresome.
You’d told your younger sister Chrissy as much when she’d joined the high school squad. Now in her senior year and having been on the High School squad long enough, she’d been sympathetic. You’d long suspected her relationship with Jason was the cause for the sympathetic ear and their relationship drama and eventual break up was not for the reasons most people thought.
Then suddenly you saw him again. Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson as he was known had always been someone you’d been aware of, you’d been in elementary and middle school together and he had seemed nice enough. Though again not someone that you should associate with in your ‘position’ according to several teammates. Eddie was fine to buy drugs from and if you didn’t have the right amount in cash he was always so grateful for a favour instead.
You’d met him at a party the first time. He’d been invited presumably just to sell his wares. You remembered your boyfriend at the time buying some weed from the curly haired boy and being grossly overcharged if what you heard was true. You knew Eddie didn’t like jocks and with how the basketball team treated him you didn’t blame him for overcharging rich assholes with more money than sense.
You’d moved on after that. Graduated school, got into the local community college and set your sights on leaving Hawkins altogether. Well once Chrissy had graduated anyway, you weren’t about to leave her behind in the sort of environment your mother had curated.
It seemed like fate to meet Eddie again at another party. Chrissy was having a little graduation get together for her friends, but like most events had been ‘crashed’ by the basketball team, the swim team, jock city. Apparently someone had told someone else who’d told someone else and word had just spread, Chrissy Cunningham was having a graduation party and so the house was overflowing with teens preening and boasting about what their parents had gotten them as graduation gifts and which college Daddy’s Money had bought them into.
Again it seemed like someone had invited Eddie strictly to peddle his wares but things were different this time. People were much more wary after spring break. You’d invited your boyfriend Adam over to co chaperone with you but he seemed much more interested in reliving his glory days with the newly graduated boys milling about and throwing around off handed comments about how Eddie looked.
The official story was that Henry Creel of Creel house fame had not in fact died at the hands of his father. Instead the budding child psychopath had killed his mother and sister and faked his own death to pin the whole thing on his father.
He’d been at large ever since according to the federal agents who’d appeared on television and told all of Hawkins how he’d followed your sister back to Eddie’s trailer, Chrissy had told everyone that she was helping Eddie study since he really wanted to graduate this year, and attacked Chrissy again intending to pin the blame on someone else.
Eddie had put himself between Chrissy and Creel but the madman had taken Eddie and left Chrissy for dead in the trailer. He then went on a rampage that week killing more Hawkins High students and eventually was caught by the authorities. Eddie had not been left unscathed as he’d tried to protect Chrissy and Creel had really done a number on him. Now Eddie had scars all over his body, and if the locker room rumours were to be believed he’d done it to himself in league with Creel, as a result of his injuries.
Which meant that shallow people loved to take digs at his appearance and the scars, especially the ones on his face. Both you and Chrissy were quick to shut down those rumours usually, but tonight it just seemed that everyone wanted to poke the metaphorical bear. It was a combination off too much beer, too little sense and being provoked and encouraged at every angle that caused your idiot of a boyfriend to call out loudly for Eddie,
"Hey! Franken Freak!" several of the party goers laughed openly, you noticed a few who at least had the decency to look ashamed,
"What can I do for you? Hasbeen?" Eddie called back, clearly unperturbed by being called out like that, your boyfriend however did not seem to take the rebuttal quite so genially,
"What did you call me?"
"A Hasbeen, that's what you call someone who peaked in high school right? I hear you're working at the Gas N Sip on the edge of town these days. Thought Daddy was gonna get you into UCLA?"
It was true. Adam had been boasting to everyone your senior year that his father was going to get him in the 'side door' at UCLA and that no one would ask any questions. Unfortunately someone in the company had already gone to the FBI with evidence of money laundering and fraud and the company went bankrupt months before graduation.
Adam and his family had all survived because of course they had. Came out of the whole situation smelling of roses while some poor guy got thrown under the bus and sent to prison for the rest of his life. It was still a sore spot. Which was evident by the vein pulsing in Adam's forehead and the look of sheer rage on his face.
You decided to step in before you and Chrissy had to clean blood from your mom's rugs,
"Adam, baby, look why don't we leave the kids to it?" you tried to placate him by putting a hand on his arm and batting your eyelashes, hopefully if he thought he was going to get some he'd calm down. Not so.
Instead he flung your hand from his arm and pushed you away, leaving you stumbling into the countertop,
"You think you're so fucking cool don't you freak?" Adam was up in Eddie's personal space now, challenging him. Thankfully Eddie seemed to be smarter than Adam and wasn't taking the bait,
"I think you need to chill man. Why not go with your girl? Have a little fun?" he laughed and offered Adam a pre roll from his little lunchbox, "on me"
"I don't need your charity!" Adam snapped,
"Wasn't charity dude, just trying to keep the peace"
Honestly by now you were sick and tired of Adam, he'd been so nice in high school but then when you guys got a little older the niceties ended. He didn't want to go to the mall with you, he didn't want to hang out if you were with friends he didn't know from high school, not to mention that having sex was about Adam getting off and nothing else,
"Get out Adam" you said, making your way through the throng of bodies who had stopped to witness whatever was happening, "I mean it, get out and don't come back"
"You can't throw me out. You need me"
"The hell I do, get out of my house and take your stupid friends with you"
Adam stared at you before scoffing loudly, apparently the whole thing was just so ridiculous to him that he had no other choice,
"You can have her Munson. Honestly she's a frigid bitch, never puts out" he laughed and several of his cronies laughed along with him, "whatever i'm out"
As Adam left you breathed a sigh of relief. Honestly you'd been wanting to do that for so long and now that you and Chrissy were leaving Hawkins for Chigaco in the fall it seemed like the perfect time,
"Well wasn't he a peach" Eddie laughed, "i think you're better off sweetheart"
"Yeah i think so too" you smiled at him, "I feel about two hundred pounds lighter too"
"Well that certainly calls for a celebration" Eddie offered you the pre roll, "on the house"
"Only if you'll smoke with me" you said, "you're bound to be sick of all these kids"
So that's how you found yourself sitting in your bedroom with Eddie Munson passing a joint back and forth alongside the bottle of good whiskey you’d pilfered from your Dad’s liquor cabinet knowing he’d never miss it.
“I never asked how you knew my sister” you said passing the joint back to Eddie, “why she was helping you study”
“I remembered her from middle school” Eddie laughed taking a large inhale, “that little cheer routine you guys did”
“Oh my god I can’t believe you remember that!” You’d forgotten about it honestly, Chrissy had been too nervous to do the routine on her own so you’d gone up with her, “I taught her that. It was the first routine she’d ever performed publicly”
“A family of cheerleaders huh? Was your mom one too?” Eddie asked
“No. She just likes to live vicariously through her children” you answered honestly. You’d long suspected the reason your mom had pushed so hard for you and Chrissy to join the squad is because she couldn’t do it herself in her own time.
Eddie hummed a response and lifted himself from your bed where he’d been causally lounging and began exploring your room. He’d lift a little trinket and set it back down, look closely at pictures, trophies, it wasn’t until he got closer to your closet that he stopped.
Something had caught his eye. Something white and green with a tiger printed on it,
“No way you still have this. Didn’t you graduate two years ago hm?” Eddie teased pulling the cheer uniform out, “let me guess your boyfriend is into it?”
“Not my boyfriend anymore” you said, “he’s a jerk”
“You didn’t answer the question sweetheart” Eddie leered at you, “was he into it?”
“Everybody’s into cheerleaders” you offered by day of excuse, it wasn’t a lie exactly,
“Do you still remember all your little routines as well? Even the middle school one?”
You suspected it was the weed and the whiskey that made you snatch the uniform out of Eddie’s hands and take it to your private bathroom. Re-emerging moments later dressed in your game day finest, even if the skirt was a little shorter now on you than it was two years ago,
“I will have you know that I could have been head cheerleader if Mandy Anderson hadn’t been such a bitch and dropped me during practise in sophomore year”
“So show me what you’ve got then”
Now ordinarily you wouldn't have bothered with any of this, but right now? Well your pride was on the line … or something. So you went through the entire routine start to finish and ok maybe you added a few extra high kicks in for good measure, you'd dressed intentionally tonight and you weren't about to waste it.
After you proudly finished Eddie was beaming at you and applauding loudly,
"Well colour me impressed. Never did see the big fuss before but I'm a changed man"
"You're just saying that"
"Sweetheart you wound me" Eddie rather dramatically put his hand to his chest and clutched at his heart, "I don't think i'll ever recover"
You laughed and walked towards where he'd slumped back onto your bed, still clutching at his chest,
"Never?"
"Well, maybe" he grinned sitting up and putting his hands on your waist to guide you down onto his lap, "Never thought i'd get a cheerleader in my lap"
"Well this must be your lucky day" you were incredibly close, your legs on either side of his. Chests practically touching, all it would take is for one of you to lean in just a little bit,
"Only one hit left, you wanna share?" Eddie asked, holding up the joint in his hands. His rings catching in the light,
"Sure" you sounded unsure of yourself, like you couldn't feel exactly what was going on. Eddie took one last drag inhaling as much as he could before a ringed hand came up to cup your jaw, gently encouraging you to open as he breathed the smoke into your lungs.
You weren't sure who moved first but it didn't matter much when Eddie's hands were gripping your hips so tightly you were sure they'd bruise, his mouth moving against your own. He kept you firmly in place on his lap while he kissed you, only breaking the kiss to leave large hickies all over your neck. You'd have a time explaining those later but right now you didn't care. You just wanted more.
More of Eddie. More of the sensations you were desperately trying to chase. Making out had never felt this good before with anyone, especially when your clothed pussy kept grinding up against Eddie's jeans, the friction too much and not enough at the same time. Causing you to let out little whines when you'd almost get what you wanted but it was just out of reach,
"Awh what's the matter princess? Not getting what you want?" Eddie laughed
"Funny Munson cause it seems to me like you're the one having a hard time" to prove your point you shifted your weight on top of him, grinding yourself against the bulge in his jeans,
"Baby you have no idea" Eddie stood without warning and you wrapped your legs around his waist to keep from falling, "I'm about to rock your world"
He deposited you back on the bed, your legs splayed open for him to see exactly what he had gotten flashes of earlier. The baby pink lace was barely covering anything but just enough to tease. It seemed to have the desired effect as Eddie groaned into your thigh.
That skilled mouth began covering your thighs in kisses, bites, like kitten licks to soothe. He made sure there wasn't a single expanse of skin that was left untouched, except of course where you wanted him most,
"Quit stalling" you gasped as he bit preciously close to your now dripping pussy, "come on" you wiggled your hips a little from where he'd pinned them to the bed but were instead given a sharp smack to the inside of your left thigh,
"I'm taking my time, gotta work myself up for the main course" Eddie grinned as you pouted, "patience honey, patience"
You were sick of being patient, it wasn't just you who was eager. You'd seen the way Eddie was readjusting himself or grinding on your bedspread, so instead of listening you slowly put two fingers under the waistband of your panties and slipped them inside as Eddie watched, slightly awestruck.
You were absolutely soaked and it didn't take much to collect some slick on your fingers and bring them back up to your mouth. Making a show of licking them clean,
"Oh that's good, are you sure you don't want some?" you asked perfectly innocently, as if offering to share your lunch with Eddie and not inviting him to have a taste of something else.
Your ploy worked, Eddie wasted no time in dipping his head between your legs again and mouthing at your panties. You could feel his tongue moving along your folds through your panties but you wanted more, this wasn't enough,
"Tear them down, rip them off, I don't care" you moaned, grabbing at Eddie's curls as his mouth closed over your clit, sucking it through the lace,
"You're gonna be the death of me" Edide honest to god growled before doing just what you'd told him and ripping your panties down your legs so he could continue.
There was no basking in your victory however as Eddie spread your legs further apart and buried his face between them. His tongue running along your folds and collecting your slick on his tongue, long broad stripes from top to bottom, he ate you the way he kissed you. Hungry for more.
You tried your best to keep quiet, you hadn't closed the door and you really didn't want a group of drunk eighteen year olds hearing you get the best head of your life but Eddie had other ideas. His lips closed over your clit making a sort of vacuum, his tongue coming out to flick over the swollen bud making you arch your back off the bed,
"Lemme hear you princess, come on wanna hear you" Eddie mumbled into your cunt before diving back in, two thick fingers plunging into your dripping cunt as he licked and sucked around your clit.
Eddie's fingers were far thicker than your own and much longer so it was easy for him to find the spongy spot that made you see stars. Once he found it he wasn't giving it up. Curling his fingers as he moved them in and out, the sounds of your sloppy wet cunt filling the room along with your moans. This was far better than anything you'd ever experienced before, it had always been a chore to make Adam go down on you but Eddie honestly seemed to be getting off on it as much as you were.
The party downstairs was long forgotten as Eddie used his fingers and tongue to split you open, you weren't even sure how long it had been since you both came up here. The mix of weed and booze and the heady feeling from being fucked so good on just Eddie's fingers had you floating away, all that mattered was what Eddie was giving you. Nothing else.
You felt it when you were close, that pressure building up inside you ready to burst. Like every inch of you was on fire, a string pulled taught and ready to snap at any moment,
"Eddie" you'd whined, hands buried in his hair pulling tight as your whole body flooded with sensation,
"That's it Princess that's my girl, come on, cum for me, I wanna see it" his fingers moved faster, bringing you closer and closer until your release washed over you. Slick and spit dripping down your thighs and Eddie couldn't get enough, devouring every drop he could until you finally had to squirm away from the sensation,
"Too much" you'd gasped, "Eddie too much"
He took a step back and grinned at you, the lower half of his face soaked in your slick and spend,
"Sorry princess, you just taste too good I couldn't stop"
A laugh bubbled out of you, he really had enjoyed himself. The fact that he was still hard in his jeans didn't escape you either, but before you could suggest anything to remedy the issue your attention was drawn to your still open bedroom door,
"What the fuck is going on here?" Adam was standing in the doorway, red faced and looking as if he were about to explode. You quickly closed your legs though it didn't seem to matter since Adam's attention was all on Eddie,
"Oh hey man. Look I'm sorry but I'm a little busy, kind of in the middle of something so I won't be selling anything else tonight" and with that he just, shut the door on Adam's enraged face and turned back to where you were still lying on the bed, "so, where were we?"
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wip whursday! (because i forgot to do wip wednesday)
thank you @medusapelagia for tagging me!
here’s how it works:
🐝 in a reblog of this post or a new thread, post up to five (5) file names of your works in progress (wips)
🐝 post a snippet of one of them. the snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. we’re posting progress here. if you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!
🐝 after you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. you must then write 3 sentences in that file. if the filename is one you can't share from, write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
here are my options:
🛁 - the act - (steddie bb)
😵💫 - secret fic shhhh… (secret pairing, secret everything)
tagging @oiveyzmir, @shares-a-vest and anyone else who would like to participate, only if you want to!
a snippet from ‘the act’ i wrote from a few days ago, because i really need to write more of that asap. under the cut ⬇️
Eddie enters the living room, and the usually warm-toned lights have been replaced with an icy blue hue and disco ball lights. A karaoke machine stands on a raised level beside the small television, with Jason standing next to it. The speakers boom with the opening to that new song, Umbrella, by Rihanna and Jay-Z—or Jay-C, as Jason’s been calling himself—and he takes the microphone off Maddy.
And with Steve having his girls in rotation, she’s his “plus one” for the night. Maddy, who failed magnificently at singing Lady Marmalade. Even though she sounded like shit, Eddie smiles. It’s nice to see her having fun and not clinging to Steve’s arm like India and Nancy do.
He takes a seat on the sofa next to Tommy, and they both watch as a drunk Jason makes a fool of himself in front of everyone. And he- Jesus, he’s dedicated the song to Chrissy. All eyes are on her as he skips Jay-Z’s part and begins some shitty speech about their… their love?
“Chrissy, I love you, babe,” he says, slurring through the sentence.
“We broke up, like, aeons ago. Can’t you just let it go, Jason?”
Jason looks downcast at her words, attempting to plaster a smile on his face as he turns away from her and jumps back into the chorus. Tommy turns to Eddie, and it’s a struggle to hear what he’s saying over Jason’s singing—if you can even call it that. Something about fucking, marrying and killing. He hopes it’s only a game. But with the way Tommy’s been acting so sketchy… It might not just be a game.
“Okay, I’m bored as shit,” Tommy says, swinging his legs over Eddie’s so he’s pretty much sitting in his lap. “Fuck, marry, kill… Margaret, Richard or Henry.” Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
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What’s this blog about?: Reblogging and sharing links to cybertronian (or cyberformed/techno-organic) reader-insert fiction. Posts regarding rare-paired (possibly obscure) canon characters may also pop up once in a while (ex: Mainframe x Jackpot).
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-Galvatron and Sixshot stand Infront of a command console. Galvatron brings a picture of Unicron onto the console screen. -
Galvatron: This is Unicorn -referring to the picture of Unicron/'Grand Galvatron'- the earth will soon be a part of me.
Sixshot: *moans in awe of rotund girth.*
Galvatron: But before I can fulfill my ambitions, I need a lot of transforming parts, they are very vital to my final transformation -turns towards Sixshot- the weakest part of my body is my head, I can't just have any transforming parts I must have the best parts and thats from the best wARriors-
Sixshot: *voice muffled and nasally* of course my lord.
Galvatron: Now besides myself -points at Sixshot- I consider you to be the next best warrior Sixshot, your transforming technique and your parts are some of the best in the GAlux-C. -screen pans towards a silent Sixshot- Do you understand that? -screen pans back to Galvatron- Well of course there are many others who would sacrifice themselves to serve me bUT your my first CHOICE Sixshot *begins laughing manically* -screen pans to a pissed off looking Sixshot with a laughing Galvatron still in frame-.
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【KagePro】 KuroEne Doodle WIPs + Kuroha teases Ene (NSFW) 🖤💙
KuroEne WIP 🖤💙
Ok this one isn't NSFW but there are a few I did in the batch that is so watch out
Chose a more muted colour palette than I usually would
Did these yesterday!
Wanted to do a quick rough colour draft to get an idea for colours...
I'm not sure when I'll get to refine this (clean up the sketch) but it's one of my fave drawings I've done so I wanted to add quick colours on it
Picked a muted colour palette for Kuroha and a more vibrant colour palette for Ene so I think I need to coordinate the colours later
First one's the OG
I'll probably do both a muted + saturated colours version
I'd have to mute the colours on Ene for a muted version
(+) Slight hue shift on Ene
KuroEne doodle version where I brightened the colours on Kuroha
I actually got to record me doing the rough colour drafts for this one, I just haven't edited it yet. I'll be posting the Speedpaint sometime soon?
(CW: NSFW)
Kuroha teases Ene with a forked snake tongue.
Heehee ty everyone! 🥰
KuroEne Doodle (NSFW)
KuroEne doodle. Evil snake bf and smol bunny 🖤 💙 🐍 🐇
After my gardening class ended, I started thinking of how Kuroha/Saeru, while possessing Konoha's body, could use Konoha's Eye Ability, Awakening Eyes to change his body to whatever he wants and… yeah.
The evil snake bf changes his body so that he gets a long forked tongue, fitting of a snake
The Ene is based on this 😂 Did it in like 5 minutes and I started laughing to myself
Kuroha is usually referred to as "No. XX" in merch (while Konoha is No. 9, and Ene is No. 6)
No. XX feels like teasing his gf who has twintails that looks like bunny ears!!! 🐇
Also as said before, "XXX" sounds like an innuendo
Btw I drew this lil doodle because I wanted to do a comic based on my previous ideas
Drew this yesterday night~
I didn't get the chance to draw the whole thing, but here you go.
I imagined a comic idea in my head where Kuroha uses Awakening Eyes to change his tongue into a longer forked snake's tongue and teases Ene with it
Long Version:
Posted about it here!
Short Version:
THE ENE IS SO FUNNY TO ME WHDSHHSDH LIKE IT FITS HER PERFECTLY
Her twintails do look like bunny ears...
KuroEne Rough Colour Draft Tests
OG
(+) Hue shift on Ene
(+) Red Hue shift on Kuroha
(+) Gradient map that increases saturation of the skin and darkens the colours slightly
(+) Brightened colours on Kuroha
(+) Brightened colours on Kuroha
(+) Red hue shift on Kuroha
I got to test these today!
(+) Red hue shift on Kuroha
(+) Light purple (Multiply Layer Mode) @ 40% Opacity that darkens the colours a bit on KuroEne
(+) Red hue shift on Kuroha
(+) Brighter colours
(+) OG but with slight red hue shift on Kuroha
I've been having fun playing around with colours, seeing which layers to turn off and such.
I've been playing around with Gradient Maps and Hue shifts and slightly different colours
The purple/red toned Kuroha one is also really nice cuz it has nice visual contrast against all the cool colours (blues) in Ene's design
Red vs. blue contrast <3
Plus, it fits Kuroha to be tinted with red...
Outer Science MV
Considering the shots in the Outer Science MV that's tinted in red and he smears the Mekakushi Dan members' blood over his face
It's so neat that Sidu chooses the shot to be red with black for visual aesthetics
#kagepro#kagerou project#kuroha#snake of clearing eyes#black konoha#dark konoha#saeru#me ga saeru hebi#ene#enomoto takane#takane enomoto#kuroene#saeene#kuroha x ene#saeru x ene#dark konoha x ene#black konoha x ene#sen's rambles#doodle#wip#sen's art
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this will eventually turn out to be an intro thingie trust
I'm just lazy and don't want to code in my pronoun sheet or crap so here
wip under cut (beware blinkies)
CC!WILBUR STANS + SUPPORTERS BACK OFF
I still draw and reblog art of c!dteam and c!wil. They are fun characters. They are fictional. I try to tag appropriately, but if you don’t like this, feel free to block me.
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r stealing all of nat’s clothes. nat only notices when one of her drawers is literally empty except for a few clothes. she asks r where they all went and tells r she literally has no clothes left and r is just like oh well. they’re mine now. nat then tackles her onto the bed and tickles her and they kiss and SO SOFTTTT
Warnings: none, just fluff!
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Natasha had just gotten out of the shower after returning from a month-long mission.
She wrapped her body with a towel and made her way to her closet. She quickly put on her undergarments and some pants before reaching into a drawer to grab a sweater.
However, she was completely shocked to see that practically all of her clothing was gone. There was one sweater leftover, but all of the others had seemingly disappeared.
It took Natasha a minute, but when she realized what had happened, she rolled her eyes with a smile on her face; you.
Natasha knew you had a thing for wearing her sweaters, especially when she was away on longer missions like the one she’d just returned from.
So, the redhead grabbed the only sweater she had in the drawer and threw it on before making her way to your room.
She didn’t even bother to knock, she walked straight in without permission, not that she needed it anyway.
You were sat on your bed and your head shot up at the sound of the door opening.
You let out a squeal and hopped off the bed, running towards your girlfriend.
She let out a laugh as your body collided with hers, her arms wrapping around your waist tightly while yours went around her neck.
“Natty! You’re back. I missed you so much.” You shoved your face into her shoulder blade with a huge smile plastered on your face.
“Hi, moya lyubov (my love). I missed you too… but would you care to explain why my sweaters are missing?”
Natasha pulled back from the hug slightly and took notice of what you were wearing. It was one of her S.H.I.E.L.D sweaters.
You blushed at her question, biting your lip nervously.
“I don’t know. I guess they kind of just… grew legs and walked away? Maybe?”
Natasha let out a loud laugh at your response as she shook her head, her eyes locking onto yours.
“You know I don’t mind you wearing my clothes, baby, but at least leave something for me to use as well.”
You pouted and glared at your girlfriend. You were trying to be intimidating, but Natasha just found the look adorable.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I did leave something for you! You’re wearing it right now.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
You mumbled out and Natasha rolled her eyes at your silliness.
“You left me one sweater out of the twenty I own. That’s like leaving me a crumb of a foot-long sub.”
You pulled away from the redhead’s hold and crossed your arms in front of your chest.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Oh well… I don’t care. They’re mine now.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
You let out a yelp as Natasha suddenly picked you up and threw you onto the bed.
She quickly crawled on top of you, straddling your waist as she aggressively tickled your sides.
“Nat! Please, stop!” You laughed out contagiously and Natasha couldn’t help but laugh along with you.
She finally stopped tickling you when your face turned red. The room fell silent, the only sound being your heavy breathing as you recovered.
Natasha leaned down and kissed your lips. You put your hand on the back of her neck as she deepened the kiss.
She broke the kiss and smile down at you. Her green eyes were shining with love as she stared deep into your Y/E/C irises.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I’m just playing, dorogoy (darling). What’s mine is yours.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“So… does this mean I can have all of your shirts too?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“No.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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MI6 Cafe Creators Tag Game
(Thank you so much for tagging me, @silverbrume!)
We’d love for people to keep getting to know each other after this year’s 007 Fest, so we’re starting this tag game!
Rules: Answer the questions, then tag 3 new people to complete this. Also, tag the person who tagged you and @mi6-cafe so we can reblog your response.
Note that when we say ‘fanwork’ in the questions below, that could mean a fanfic, gif, fanart, headcanon, cosplay, crocheted work—any kind of fancreation counts!
1. What work of yours challenged you when you were creating it?
Can I count my ongoing 00Q WIP-epic Off the Books? Yeah, I’m gonna say this is my biggest challenge. I’ve never posted a WIP before, and it’s a much bigger challenge than I anticipated, controlling the pacing, the evolving relationship dynamics, and the gradual reveal of exposition. It doesn’t help that it’s already my longest work to date, and it’s only 1/3 done at 54k. I’ve got reams of notes for this fic and a heavily detailed outline to follow, but I still agonize over nailing all my set-ups and pay-offs. Very challenging project, but my most-rewarding by far.
2. What is a fanwork you’ve seen which gave you a new headcanon about a character?
Queen of Spades by Astolat. One of the first 007 fics I ever read, it took the M & Craig butting-heads dynamic from Casino Royale and amplified their antagonism and manipulations and competition into the stratosphere. I fell in love with Astolat’s headcanons of a Bond who resents orders and leadership but craves M’s approval, and an M who effortlessly manipulates Bond into becoming the agent she wants him to be, and even as Bond sees those manipulations happening, he can only rise to her challenges instead of turning his back on them.
3. Is there a fanwork that you really want to make, but you haven’t started yet?
Yes! I’ve got a pre-slash 00Q fic all planned and researched, wherein Bond’s punishment for a botched mission is bodyguard-duty for Q at a conference in Salzburg. In this AU, Q & Bond don’t know each other well and have an adversarial relationship. En route, Bond mercilessly taunts Q about his blatant fear of flying…until Bond realizes just after takeoff that Q has dosed himself with an anxiolytic/hypnotic to get through the short flight. Now Bond has a heavily drugged quartermaster at his mercy, and he must choose whether to be cruel or kind for the next seven hours. (Spoiler: Bond chooses kindness, and they forge a mutual respect and tentative friendship by the story’s end.) Tentative title “Bases to Guard or Beleaguer.” Just gotta finish writing a couple other fics before I can start banging this one out.
4. What fanwork of yours surprised you, and how?
I was surprised how effortlessly Touch It, Stroke It, and Undress It came together for 007 Fest 2022. In summer of 2021, I came up with a series of vignettes for aromantic!Q sleeping with all the agents, amusingly thwarting Bond’s seduction attempts. This year I decided to flesh the ideas out into a series of standalone smut scenes with an overarching “lovers to friends-with-benefits” arc for Fest, and I somehow cranked out 21k of smut in under a month! Biggest surprises of the resulting fic: A) I haven’t been that prolific in a decade; B) the multiple POVs were an engaging challenge to figure out; and C) once I stopped being self-conscious about sharing all my kinks, the smut became downright fun to write.
5. What themes/styles/subjects are common across many of your fanworks?
I’m all about hurt/comfort (though if I injure a character too seriously, they can’t have the celebratory ‘we survived’ sex, so I tend to go minor-to-moderate on the physical trauma). And I’m currently fascinated with all the possible variations on a drugging storyline, so expect to see that crop up in my next few fics.
6. What other fandoms do you create for, if any?
None right now, but last year I did fics for The Mandalorian and The Man from UNCLE.
7. Is there an artist that you like to listen to while you create? Or one whose work always inspires you?
I can’t listen to English lyrics when I’m writing, so I listen to a lot of instrumental or foreign-language albums. I spent the month of July looping the Argentinian singer-songwriter Federico Aubele’s second album, Panamericana (produced by Eighteenth Street Lounge Music (shoutout Washington DC!!!) so it’s got sexy-chill electro-lounge vibes), featuring Fede’s genius guitar work and hauntingly gorgeous guest vocals over Latin dance rhythms. And now for August, I’m hooked on a YouTube playlist called Tropical Night Bossa Nova that’s all dreamy/beachy guitar instrumentals.
8. Share a fanwork that you’ve found yourself thinking about weeks after reading/seeing it.
In 2016, @beaubete wrote a 300-word piece for Last Drabble Writer Standing called “Property,” wherein Q poses as a buyer to rescue Bond from a slavery ring. I read that fic on June 1, 2021, and it completely rewired my brain. Within four days I’d planned out the entirety of Off the Books, a 150k sequel for a goddamn drabble I’m still writing a year later, and I joined a new fandom, and now I’m a part of the MI6-Cafe. If it hadn’t been for that genius, shocking cliffhanger of a drabble, I might not have started writing in this fandom and meeting everyone in the Cafe, so I’m still so, so grateful that Beaubete’s fanwork exists.
9. Finally, share where you post your works!
My AO3 page
Tagging: @prismatic-bell & @kmk1701d & @a-forger-and-a-point-man
@mi6-cafe
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Grimm x Pearl Fanfic WIP
Okay so... because I don't know how long it's going to take me to actually write this full fic, I've decided to post my progress so anyone who wants to can read it as I work, instead of waiting for it to be fully done. (This also will help me to be able to work on writing this while I'm away from home/my computer.)
Because I DO plan on posting this fic properly once it's all done, I'm not going to allow reblogs of this post. I'll keep a running list above the cut of when I make updates to this post, that way it's easy to tell when there is new content. Lastly, I don't think I'll do much, if any, proof-reading/editing of this fic until it's fully done, so there will likely be typos and some changes when the final fic is released. Until then—enjoy!
Updates:
June 10 : part of ch2 added
June 12 : all of ch2 added, first paragraph of ch3
June 15 : more of ch3
June 22 : second half of ch3
June 30 : corrected Grimm's rules at the end of ch3, bit of ch4, & some outline stuff (b/c writing has been tough lately but I wanna share something)
July 26 : bit of ch4, removed outline from last update
July 29 : almost all of ch4 (Word has been acting up lately for me so, to make sure I don't lose anything, I'm updating again now instead of when I fully finish ch4 like I first wanted)
Aug 7 : some missing bits from ch4 & start of ch5. Also, I realized the first chunk of ch4 was a bit wonky from a copy/paste error, so that all should be fixed now.
Sept 8 : missing scene from ch4, and the second half of ch5
~ I do have an idea for the Title, but I don't want to share that yet :P
Synopsis
The Universe has a funny way of working sometimes. Pearl couldn’t see how the Universe kept insisting that, despite being jobless and weeks away from being homeless, things were perfectly fine and she was on the right track. And it didn’t feel helpful when her oracle cards clarified to let Death help guide her. Specifically, a Death-Head. And, in a way that only the Universe would find amusing, it was specifically the Death-Head most known for murder and torture in the North. A small quick prayer led to an accidental run-in, led to a deal that would change everything for Pearl. And for the Death-Head, Grimm, that accepted her request.
— CH 1 —
Pearl felt lost in a freefall.
The Death-Head deal was made, and she knew there was a near-guarantee it would be fulfilled in time for her to keep her apartment. But the unease of what she’ll have to eventually pay Grimm haunted like a shadow. In the day following their first meeting, she thought about canceling it. The only thing stopping her was the bright red number of her bank account. She needed money. She didn’t want to have to admit defeat, to move back home so soon.
She yelled out, jumping up off her bed and striking a determined pose. “This will work out!” she affirmed to herself. She had to push aside all the little things making her worry, and trust.
Trust in a Death-Head.
Alarming on cue, her phone rang. It was him.
“You have an interview tomorrow morning at ten,” he told her with no preamble. “I’ll send you the address. Do you have a suitable wardrobe for office work?”
“I have a couple outfits, maybe,” Pearl admitted. “I’ve had to sell a fair bit of stuff to try to stay above my debts, but I should still have at least one outfit.”
He was silent for a moment. “Hmm, alright. If your interview goes well tomorrow, we’ll need to go shopping for some more.”
We? First lunch with a Death-Head and now shopping together? Pearl’s life certainly took an absurd turn. She withheld a sigh. Then a thought occurred to her. “So what is the job for? Where would I be working?”
“Deah-Head Headquarters.”
Pearl nearly dropped her phone. “Death-Head… Headquarters?” The squeak in her voice betrayed her surprise and unease.
“Is that a problem?”
Now it was Pearl’s turn to be silent for a while. She had no idea what kind of office work Death-Heads required. Would she need to paint her face, too, if she got the job? Pearl touched her cheek. Working so close to Death-Heads… could she stomach it? Should she try to fail the interview on purpose? Sure, she was desperate for a job. But this desperate?
Pearl put her back against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor. She covered her mouth to mute her quickening breaths. Panic was taking over. It wasn’t too late to back out of the deal, but could she really afford it?
“Take a slow, deep breath,” Grimm said gently over the phone. His omniscient recognition of her panic attack sent a jolt through her, disrupting it. She did as he said. “Again.”
When he was just a voice, it was easy to forget what he was. And he had a really nice voice. It took a few minutes, but Pearl calmed down again. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize.” His voice was still so gentle. “You have a lot of questions.”
“Yeah,” she said meekly.
“Hmm. Would you prefer to discuss them over the phone, or in person?”
“You wouldn’t happen to be available for a deal?”
The words escaped Pearl’s lips before she had a chance to second-guess herself. If the cards were urging her towards this path, it was worth the risk. Right?
Grimm looked at her for a hard moment. She didn’t appear to be the type he’d normally take requests from. He’d either be surprised by her, or he’d hand her off to someone else—she sure looked serious enough to make a request. “Hmm, alright. Let’s go have a chat.”
He led the way through the small, shopping strip to a café. He claimed one of the outdoor tables and motioned for Pearl to join him. She sat rigidly, contrasting his casual demeanor. “What do you want?” he asked.
“Oh. Getting right to it.” Now to put her request into words. How specific did she need to be with this? Pearl barely knew anything about Death-Head deals; did they often try to find loopholes in wording, and mess with wordplay for their benefit? She should’ve thought about this more before approaching a Death-Head. “I’m in need of a job. I moved to Lywood not long ago and I haven’t—”
He raised his hand, palm out, gesturing for her to stop. “I meant from the menu. It’s my treat for bumping into you. We can talk work after.”
“Oh.” This… this wasn’t what she was expecting from a Death-Head. If it wasn’t for his makeup, he’d be just another polite man. It muddled her opinions of him.
She took a menu from the centerpiece and gave it a look. A waiter came over shortly after. They set a drink in front of Grimm—he must be a regular here—then asked if Pearl was ready. Deciding quickly, she ordered a macchiato and a chocolate croissant. There had been other tantalizing options, but she kept it small and simple, not wanting to overstep his hospitality.
Once her food was delivered, he started talking. “So, your request is to find you a job, hmm?”
“Basically,” she said solemnly. “I moved here hoping Lywood would be better for me; but so far it’s just been slowly whittling me to nothing. I’ve tried so much, but everything seems against me. Even the guidance from my oracle cards is starting to feel mocking. Hell—it’s because of them that I’m even here talking with you.”
“Hmm?” That got him curious.
She bristled. Did she really just admit that to him? Too late now. She sighed to herself as she fished her cards out of her pocket—it was a little comfort to carry them with her sometimes. She flipped over the top card, revealing Death. “Usually it represents change—a figurative death. Rarely it means a literal one. But right now, it seems to mean you.”
“You trust in your oracle skills that much?”
Her eyes narrowed slightly at him. “Yes,” she said with a bite.
He held up his hands up defensively. “Apologies. I didn’t mean to offend or diminish.” He took a slow drink, stealing the moment to ponder. He glanced between the cards and Pearl. There was something about her, and her situation, that piqued his curiosity. “Do you give readings to others?”
“Not usually? I divine well enough for myself. Most others tend to want more insight than I can usually see. Were you suggesting I become a professional oracle?”
“Hm, no.” He pulled out some money and slid it towards her. “Give me a reading.”
“Huh?” Wasn’t she supposed to be hiring, and paying, him? He… this was not how she thought a Death-Head would be. Was he trying to not scare her out of a deal? Was he trying to make her feel more comfortable so she’d ask for more—so he could ask for more? This felt too odd. “Why?”
He shrugged. “Depending on the cards, I’ll either take your case or recommend someone else.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
Setting aside how bizarre this all was, Pearl picked up her cards and started shuffling. “What do you want to ask the cards? You don’t have to say it aloud; just concentrate on it. And don’t half-ass this! The cards will know if you’re insincere in your request.”
He scoffs. “I don’t half-ass anything.”
It was unnerving, the coldness that crept through his words. She closed her eyes and focused on the cards, imploring them to give him the guidance he sought. Pearl did her best to not channel any of her own desires into the shuffle. But this needed to go well. Whether the outcome resulted in her working with this Death-Head or another, she needed this to work out.
The cards called her to stop. She splayed them out in a row on the table. “Pick.”
“How many?”
“However many you feel you need to.”
Grimm looked over the cards carefully. He could count on one hand the times he sought out an oracle’s guidance. Not because he distrusted or disbelieved their abilities. Just the opposite. The foresight of oracles was a powerful force—one he dared not abuse or take for granted. He pulled a sing card. The Sun.
“Well that’s a good sign,” Pearl reflexively said. She reached over and traced her fingers along the card’s imagery, taking a moment to decipher the correlation between its meanings and Grimm’s question. “The Sun is a very favorable card. Even when inverted, it still often signifies success and happiness and such—though it’s direct for you, so there’s no muted energies, delays, or back steps.”
“Back steps?”
She paused. How to explain in simple terms? “Anyone in divination will tell you that most of it is intuition based and not a firm standard of meanings. Well, one way that inverted interpretations were taught to me is that sometimes it means you have to step back to the previous card in deck and learn something from it before progressing—for The Sun, that would mean The Moon.”
“I see.”
“But again, The Sun is direct for you, so you don’t need to worry about any of that,” she brushed off. She cleared her throat and refocused on the reading. “As it stands, the situation regarding your question looks prosperous and beneficial. It’s a good sign to continue forward. Though don’t take that as a free-ride; you still need to keep up your end in order to reap the benefits.” He hummed to himself as he mulled over her words. As the silence lengthened, making her grow more uneasy by his lack of reaction, she added, “You can pull some more cards for clarity, if you’d like.”
He waved his hand dismissively, his rings catching the light. “No need. I’ll take your request, so let’s talk in more detail.”
Two emotions clashed within Pearl. On one hand, she was glad to be moving forward with her situation, relieved to know that she will soon have an income. But on the other hand… was the good tidings she just foretold to him in regards to this deal? Did The Sun, facing inverted from her perspective, actually mean the setting of her good fortune rising onto him?
She wouldn’t realize it unless she looked back on this moment months from now, but the cards were indeed giving guidance to them both; if only Pearl hadn’t clung to the negative—and highly absurd—interpretation, and instead reflected on her own words.
— CH 2 —
Pearl felt lost in a freefall.
The Death-Head deal was made, and she knew there was a near-guarantee it would be fulfilled in time for her to keep her apartment. But the unease of what she’ll have to eventually pay Grimm haunted like a shadow. In the day following their first meeting, she thought about canceling it. The only thing stopping her was the bright red number of her bank account. She needed money. She didn’t want to have to admit defeat, to move back home so soon.
She yelled out, jumping up off her bed and striking a determined pose. “This will work out!” she affirmed to herself. She had to push aside all the little things making her worry, and trust.
Trust in a Death-Head.
Alarming on cue, her phone rang. It was him.
“You have an interview tomorrow morning at ten,” he told her with no preamble. “I’ll send you the address. Do you have a suitable wardrobe for office work?”
“I have a couple outfits, maybe,” Pearl admitted. “I’ve had to sell a fair bit of stuff to try to stay above my debts, but I should still have at least one outfit.”
He was silent for a moment. “Hmm, alright. If your interview goes well tomorrow, we’ll need to go shopping for some more.”
We? First lunch with a Death-Head and now shopping together? Pearl’s life certainly took an absurd turn. She withheld a sigh. Then a thought occurred to her. “So what is the job for? Where would I be working?”
“Deah-Head Headquarters.”
Pearl nearly dropped her phone. “Death-Head… Headquarters?” The squeak in her voice betrayed her surprise and unease.
“Is that a problem?”
Now it was Pearl’s turn to be silent for a while. She had no idea what kind of office work Death-Heads required. Would she need to paint her face, too, if she got the job? Pearl touched her cheek. Working so close to Death-Heads… could she stomach it? Should she try to fail the interview on purpose? Sure, she was desperate for a job. But this desperate?
Pearl put her back against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor. She covered her mouth to mute her quickening breaths. Panic was taking over. It wasn’t too late to back out of the deal, but could she really afford it?
“Take a slow, deep breath,” Grimm said gently over the phone. His omniscient recognition of her panic attack sent a jolt through her, disrupting it. She did as he said. “Again.”
When he was just a voice, it was easy to forget what he was. And he had a really nice voice. It took a few minutes, but Pearl calmed down again. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize.” His voice was still so gentle. “You have a lot of questions.”
“Yeah,” she said meekly.
“Would you prefer to discuss them over the phone, or in person?”
Pearl felt lost in a freefall.
The Death-Head deal was made, and she knew there was a near-guarantee it would be fulfilled in time for her to keep her apartment. But the unease of what she’ll have to eventually pay Grimm haunted like a shadow. In the day following their first meeting, she thought about canceling it. The only thing stopping her was the bright red number of her bank account. She needed money. She didn’t want to have to admit defeat, to move back home so soon.
She yelled out, jumping up off her bed and striking a determined pose. “This will work out!” she affirmed to herself. She had to push aside all the little things making her worry, and trust.
Trust in a Death-Head.
Alarming on cue, her phone rang. It was him.
“You have an interview tomorrow morning at ten,” he told her with no preamble. “I’ll send you the address. Do you have a suitable wardrobe for office work?”
“I have a couple outfits, maybe,” Pearl admitted. “I’ve had to sell a fair bit of stuff to try to stay above my debts, but I should still have at least one outfit.”
He was silent for a moment. “Hmm, alright. If your interview goes well tomorrow, we’ll need to go shopping for some more.”
We? First lunch with a Death-Head and now shopping together? Pearl’s life certainly took an absurd turn. She withheld a sigh. Then a thought occurred to her. “So what is the job for? Where would I be working?”
“Deah-Head Headquarters.”
Pearl nearly dropped her phone. “Death-Head… Headquarters?” The squeak in her voice betrayed her surprise and unease.
“Is that a problem?”
“Hmm. Would you prefer to discuss them over the phone, or in person?”
“Phone…”
Pearl asked her questions. Grimm patiently answered every one, elaborating when necessary. But soon they weren’t even talking about work. Without realizing it, they slipped into casual conversation, random comments strung into the next
Now it was Pearl’s turn to be silent for a while. She had no idea what kind of office work Death-Heads required. Would she need to paint her face, too, if she got the job? Pearl touched her cheek. Working so close to Death-Heads… could she stomach it? Should she try to fail the interview on purpose? Sure, she was desperate for a job. But this desperate?
Pearl put her back against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor. She covered her mouth to mute her quickening breaths. Panic was taking over. It wasn’t too late to back out of the deal, but could she really afford it?
“Take a slow, deep breath,” Grimm said gently over the phone. His omniscient recognition of her panic attack sent a jolt through her, disrupting it. She did as he said. “Again.”
When he was just a voice, it was easy to forget what he was. And he had a really nice voice. It took a few minutes, but Pearl calmed down again. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize.” His voice was still so gentle. “You have a lot of questions.”
“Yeah,” she said meekly.
“Hmm. Would you prefer to discuss them over the phone, or in person?”
“…Phone.”
One by one, Pearl asked her questions. Grimm patiently answered each of them, elaborating as needed, without judgment. Soon the conversation led away from work. One random comment naturally strung into another. The silences ebbed and flowed just as comfortably as the chatter. He even got a laugh out of her.
By the end, Pearl felt comfortable proceeding with the interview.
That’s not to say she didn’t get nervous about it still. She arrived ten minutes early. There were a few others waiting around when she got there. Like Grimm had said, no one here wore the Death-Head mask. It was like any other office building.
There were two parts to the interview: the typical questionnaire portion—though not-so-typical, since the later questions geared towards Death-Head related things—and then a practical test. While Pearl didn’t have direct experience working in an office before, her natural computer and typing skills, and her ability to pick up their specific programs, were of great benefit. Overall, she felt it went well. Though one of the interviewer’s questions lingered like a bad taste in her mouth.
“I’m sorry, I just have to ask. This interview was set up as part of a deal. Why bother with still going through the interview when you could simply get the position?”
“I don’t want to get a job that way,” Pearl said shaking her head. Grimm had questioned that stipulation too, though he didn’t come off as judgmental about it. “I made the deal to ensure I could interview for a job. I still want to rightfully earn it.” She didn’t add that if she didn’t earn a job within her deadline, then she would, begrudgingly, accept one fully handed to her.
As this was a Death-Head deal, Pearl had the perk of having her interview results be expedited. Not that this was a one-and-done kind of thing. Death-Heads were particular about all their employees. And passing the first step didn’t guarantee Pearl a job yet. Still, she made it through the interview. And her background check was nearly done. Next was the temporary work position.
If she made it through that, then the deal would be complete.
— 3 —
Pearl was excited for her first day of work. It felt good to be doing something, to be making money again. For now, she would be training and working in the North branch’s offices. On one hand, the commute was nicer. On the other, Pearl had a lot more interaction with Death-Heads than she expected. She was marginally more comfortable around them thanks to her time with Grimm. Her deal was working out.
But rumors of a deal made with the leader of the North faction soon became a thorn.
Pearl didn’t tell anyone about her deal. So, it was quite surprising to hear office gossip about her and Grimm. Granted, no one knew it was her. There was just talk about how strange it was that Grimm accepted a non-violent deal. She wanted to ask. Wanted to know the extent of what they meant. She knew that Death-Heads often did dirty work, and someone who was a faction leader definitely didn’t have clean hands, but with how everyone was talking about it, their deal was completely out of character for him.
She couldn’t stop thinking about it…
As the days went on and the gossip developed, Pearl kept to herself. She even started taking her lunch breaks across the street in the park. A number of her coworkers noticed the shift in her personality from when she started, though said nothing to her about it.
Grimm also noticed her acting differently.
Since his office overlooked the park, he couldn’t help but notice her visits there. That alone couldn’t be called odd. But he, too, started to hear the gossip. Add the reclusive comments from her performance report, and the pieces started coming together.
Pearl learned of Grimm’s reputation. He knew it was only a matter of time until she did. Still, it left him with a feeling he didn’t enjoy. He decided to check in with her.
Grabbing his own lunch, he made his way over to the park. When he found Pearl, she was sitting alone on a bench, zoned out and pushing her food around its container absently. “Mind if I join you?”
Pearl jumped and looked up at him, eyes wide and cat-ears pointed back. He didn’t mean to startle her. She recovered quickly, shook her head, then scooted over. “Go right ahead.”
He sat down and took his time to open up his bento. Pearl eyed the three-layered box, each layer packed with delicious looking food. Her lunch was measly in comparison. “How are you doing?”
Her shoulders slumped as she looked back down at her sad, barely-touched lunch. “I’m fine,” she said, clearly avoiding giving him the real answer.
His brows knitted the tiniest fraction. He wanted to ask, but ultimately stopped himself from pressing the matter. They weren’t that close. She seemed adamant to not look at him, so he started eating. Minutes passed in silence. Aside from his concern, the moment was quite nice. Grimm ate lunch alone more often than not; and it was a nice change to eat outside.
“Why did you accept my deal?” Pearl suddenly asked with a hallow note in her voice.
The feeling from earlier crept up again, leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Maybe this was a bad fit for her after all. He did something he had never done before and reminded her, “You can still back out of the deal, if you want.”
“What?” she snapped. She turned and glared at him. “Okay first off—that is not what I said at all. Second—why would you think I’d do that to you? I basically have this job already; just because you said you wouldn’t consider the deal done until I’m no longer a temp, doesn’t mean I’d jump at the chance to get out of upholding my end of it.” She sighed heavily, looked down at her lunch again, stabbed at it quite aggressively.
Grimm stared at her. Her snap of fury surprised him—he also now had a feint understanding of the cliché of how cute someone could be when angered.
“Why did you accept my deal?” How to answer her question… Was it because of the novelty of being asked for a simple, non-violent deal? Did her being a fellow half-faced cat sway him to give her a break? Or perhaps it was all the little things—her expressiveness; her determination; how nice her voice was to listen to; the possibility she stirred with her oracle reading; the ease he felt with her—that made him want to help her.
“Hmm, I accepted your deal because… I just wanted to. Don’t know how to explain it.”
Pearl looked at him, examining him as much as his words. His explanation eased her anger. But not her worries. She sighed again, leaning her head back to stare at the sky. “Guess I should start get ready for a hefty price, huh?”
He hadn’t given any thought yet to what he’d ask of her. This wasn’t his usual deal. None of his usual type of demands seemed right. “Payment must be proportional to the deal. Don’t worry yourself so hard over it.”
Pearl stopped herself from thinking of ways a hefty payment could still be proportionately demanded. She wanted to believe that this deal with him wasn’t a mistake to make. She took a deep breath in through her nose, then slowly let it out her barely parted lips. “Okay… Okay. I trust you.”
Days passed and Pearl’s temp position was at its end. Having worked well, she was offered to stay on full-time. “Would you like to do the honors? Since you also have to ask for your payment,” Pearl’s supervisor asked Grimm.
“Hm, yeah I’ll tell her.”
“Do you know what you’re gonna ask for as payment yet?” Grimm gave her a lethal glare, making her flinch and quickly ramble, “Sorry for overstepping. I was just curious. Considering the situa… Sorry.”
Grimm knew what payment he’d ask for. But he didn’t want it to be gossiped around—especially before he could officially declare it to Pearl. He folded Pearl’s acceptance letter and tucked it inside his haori. It’d be another hour before she arrived for work. He’d give her the letter then; if she wanted to hear his payment then too, he’d tell her. Otherwise, he was fine waiting until they had lunch, or when her shift ended—yet another unheard-of thing for him to do; yet again for her.
It's a shame he wouldn’t connect these facts and their meaning until much later. For now, he only recognized the oddness of his actions, not giving them much thought.
Ten minutes after Pearl arrived, he went down to see her. Grimm’s visit was keenly noted by the entire department. And the moment he asked Pearl to talk in private, whispers chomped at the bit for them to leave. Despite everyone knowing Pearl was at the end of her temporary position and it was most likely that Grimm wanted to talk to her about staying on, the gossip of his newest, usual deal was rekindled by the fact that it was uncommon for him to handle such a task.
“It’s time, huh?” Pearl said. “The end of the deal.”
“Yes.” He gave her the letter, then gave her a moment to process it, to ready herself for what he was about to ask of her. “For payment, you owe me nineteen kisses.”
“What?” she immediately interjected. She would have never guessed he’d ask for something like that.
He raised his brow impatiently at her before continuing. “There are rules to this payment. First, only one kiss per day will count towards the payment. Second, kisses must be on the lips.. Third, someone else must be around for the kiss to count. Fourth, you have nineteen weeks to fulfill your payment; if you fail, you’re to quit this job immediately without severance. Lastly, until your payment is complete, you will be my avec to any and all occasions I request.”
She needed another moment to process this. Why was the death and decapitation guy asking this for his payment? Was it some sort of humiliation tactic because there was nothing worse he could reasonably ask for? Ultimately… Pearl decided that it was okay. It was just a handful of kisses. And she was comfortable being around him. Though, maybe less so now that she’d be constantly thinking about having to kiss him. Nineteen kisses. What an odd number to ask for. “Why nineteen?”
“For The Sun card.”
Pearl’s eye twitched. Really? That was his reason? She screamed internally at the way her oracle reading was unfolding.
But it was okay.
She had a job now. And the payment to the Death-Head was generous, all things considered. Things were working out, just like her cards had told her.
“Okay,” she agreed and stepped towards him confidently. “Nineteen kisses. And all those rules. Though tell me.” She glanced to the upper corner of the room. “Does the security guard watching on the camera count for the third rule?”
He wasn’t expecting that. He laughed, smirking cockily at her. “Hmm, know what. Sure. Just this time, it’ll count.”
She quickly raised up on her toes and kissed him. She just as quickly turned away to hide the blush spreading across her face. She cleared her throat. “Is there anything else you need from me?”
“No. You’re free to go.”
Pearl left the break room. Instead of returning to her desk, she snuck into the bathroom. She splashed water on her face a couple times, focusing on relaxing her racing emotions and heartbeat.
Nineteen kisses. Eighteen more to go.
— 4 —
Things continued on for Pearl as they had been the past few weeks. Except now she had an income. She was slowing paying off her debts. And she was also having a lot more, awkward encounters with Grimm at work. It could’ve just been her biased perspective, but he seemed to linger around her more. Did he think she’d kiss him at work in front of everyone? She’d rather avoid that, if possible. Stealing a few kisses while they had lunch across the street at the park was enough of a risk for her.
Sixteen.
It was on another one of these days where she contemplated kissing him, that Grimm called in the last rule of their deal. “Next Friday there’s a small event I have to go to. Semi-formal. I’ll pick you up at 6:00pm.”
Pearl’s thoughts slammed to a halt. She wasn’t expecting this part of the deal to come up so soon. The most formal event she had ever been to was a school dance ages ago. Her thoughts darted in countless directions. “Is… is this a Death Head event?”
“Yes.”
So, she’d have to deal with other Death Heads too… At least it was just semi-formal. Though she still didn’t have anything suitable. She wondered if she could get Grimm to buy her a new dress for the event, just like how he bought her some new outfits for work. Did she dare ask?
“If you have any more questions, just message me,” he said, getting up to leave. Any words Pearl had caught in her throat as she watched him go.
With this event now on her plate, the coming days grew stressful. But Pearl was determined to not let it get to her. She focused on what she could control. Namely, her outfit. She spent her free time thinking about the kind of dress she wanted to wear. The color, the cut and material. She had it all figured out so that when her next day off rolled around, she was ready for a day of shopping. She then planned her makeup and hairstyle for the evening—ultimately keeping everything simple.
She was as prepared as she could be. Grimm was punctual Friday evening. He pressed the buzzer, ringing her apartment. “Be right down,” she said over the intercom. When she came out the front door, they both just… stared at each other, taken aback by the little changes each made.
Pearl’s thoughts slammed to a halt. She wasn’t expecting this part of the deal to come up so soon. The most formal event she had ever been to was a school dance ages ago. Her thoughts darted in countless directions. “Is… is this a Death Head event?”
“Yes.”
So, she’d have to deal with other Death Heads too… At least it was just semi-formal. Though she still didn’t have anything suitable. She wondered if she could get Grimm to buy her a new dress for the event, just like how he bought her some new outfits for work. Did she dare ask?
“If you have any more questions, just message me,” he said, getting up to leave. Any words Pearl had caught in her throat as she watched him go.
With this event now on her plate, the coming days grew stressful. But Pearl was determined to not let it get to her. She focused on what she could control. Namely, her outfit. She spent her free time thinking about the kind of dress she wanted to wear. The color, the cut and material. She had it all figured out so that when her next day off rolled around, she was ready for a day of shopping. She then planned her makeup and hairstyle for the evening—ultimately keeping everything simple.
She was as prepared as she could be.
Grimm was punctual Friday evening. He pressed the buzzer, ringing her apartment. “Be right down,” she said over the intercom. When she came out the front door, they both just… stared at each other, taken aback by the little changes each made.
Overall, Grimm’s outfit was the same as it always was: a black haori over a white dress shirt, and plain black slacks. However, the subtle difference of the black-on-black jacquard haori he wore tonight gave him a refined touch. It also helped that he buttoned up his shirt more. But the haori was part of his signature.
And Pearl—she was a breath of spring. Her dress was a comfortable, rayon wrap dress with a ruffle along the hem, and short, flowy butterfly sleeves. The color matched her eyes perfectly. And her golden eyeshadow and rose gold lipstick were the perfect accents.
The soft rumble of distant thunder broke the moment.
Pearl looked to the sky. No clouds were gathering immediately, and she hoped it stayed that way. She’d hate to have to bring a coat—she only had one heavy winter coat, some work blazers, and a few casual jackets and sweaters of varying weight, making none of them ideal for the evening. “I hope the storm misses us,” she said, more so to herself than trying to make conversation. Brushing off her concerns, she turned back towards Grimm. “Shall we go?”
The event was hosted at a fancy hotel, not far from Death Head HQ. Grimm pulled to the front, handed his keys to the valet, then went to help Pearl out of the car. Not that she needed it. She was already walking around the front of the car. Grimm gave her a look. She shrugged. “What?”
“Can I at least escort you inside?” he sassed, raising his arm up in offering.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You’re seriously upset over not opening my door?”
“I’m not upset.”
“Oh yeah? Your furrowed brow says otherwise.” She smiled coltishly. “Maybe I should escort you inside.” She held up her arm, mirroring him.
His kneejerk reaction was to refuse. She was his avec; he was her senior, both within the company and in age. No one dared joke with him so casually—except for Algoth, though his jokes were more often gibes. Grimm decided to lean into it. “Alright then,” he agreed, and hooked his hand up under her arm. “Lead the way.”
Pearl was not prepared for this. “What? No. I don’t know where to go. I don’t want this responsibility anymore!”
He leaned in close with a dangerous smirk. “Perhaps if you make a little payment, I’ll change my mind.”
Pearl’s face quickly turned red. Did she dare kiss him here in plain view of so many of their coworkers? His face was already so close. It would be quick. Maybe no one was looking at them, so she wouldn’t need to deal with prying questions and gossip later.
“Good evening, Sir,” someone interrupted.
Grimm righted himself and turned towards the other Death Head. “You’re here early.”
“You’re just late.” His gaze slid over to Pearl. “Since you brought an avec this time.”
“Pearl, this is my assistant, Algoth,” Grimm introduced. “But ignore what he said; we’re not late.”
“Tell that to Kahamet.”
“Hmm. I wonder what’s got him so impatient tonight.” He sighed. “Guess I better deal with him sooner rather than later.”
They all went inside together. There were far more guests than Pearl expected. She knew not everyone there worked within the Death-Head Organization. But most did. She took a steadying breath and reminded herself that, as wild as it was, she was one of them now too.
Grimm noticed her nerves. “You okay?” he quietly asked.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m good.”
And for a moment she was.
The stares started to linger as the three of them went through the ballroom. She stopped looking for familiar faces. After grabbing glasses of wine, Grimm told Algoth to keep Pearl company while he went to talk with Kahamet.
“So, you’re Pearl Helmi,” Algoth said slowly.
A little part inside Pearl started screaming. He knew her full name? Well—he was Grimm’s assistant. It wouldn’t be too surprising if he knew about their deal. But his gaze was unforgiving, almost threatening. She didn’t like it. He was even more intimidating than Grimm was when she first met him.
After a drawn-out moment, he made a soft hmph sound. Algoth reached into his jacket, then offered her his business card. “If Grimm acts out of line, let me know.”
Pearl stared at him, absolutely dumbfounded. Was he indirectly threatening Grimm? Did he know something Grimm had planned that she didn’t? She accepted the card. “Thanks?” she said meekly.
“I’m curious though… You’re not his usual type.”
She definitely misinterpreted his words. “W-what?”
“Have you really not heard about his usual deals yet?”
“Oh, our deal,” she said, realizing a little too late how revealing those words were.
A sly grin grew across his face. He wasn’t quite sure yet what was going on with them, but this little slip got him closer. “Yes. Usually, he only makes deals involving torture or murder; requesting payment equally painful, like all one’s teeth.” Pearl shivered. She had heard of this, to a degree, but no specifications about the payments he asked for. “When the paperwork for your deal first came across my desk, I thought it might be some sort of test—to see how attentive I am filing all out papers—or perhaps a joke he was playing.
“But here you are,” he punctuated by tipping his drink towards her. Then he took a sip.
His gaze had yet to waver from Pearl, and oh boy, did she feel it boring into her. Algoth was definitely worse than Grimm. She could enjoy a meal and laugh with Grimm. Algoth, on the other hand… at first he seemed to want to maybe help her—albeit in an intimidating manner. But then how the conversation changed… what was his goal with all that?
Whatever it was, she did not have the energy to parse it tonight.
“Heh, yeah. Maybe he made a bet with someone and had to take next job request he got and ended up with me?” she joked lightly, her heart not in it. She took a sip of her drink and scanned the perimeter of the room. “Do you know where the bathroom is? An eyelash is starting to attack my eye.” It was a lie. Pearl just wanted to escape the intense interaction. If Algoth realized this, he didn’t call her on it.
“Where’s Pearl?” Grimm immediately asked upon returning to the gala nearly twenty minutes later.
Algoth shrugged. “Probably hiding out in the bathroom.”
Grimm’s face twitched into a brief snarl. “And why would that be?” he slowly growled.
“Just made sure she knew the full you,” Algoth answered nonchalantly, staring dully at him. “What is you aim with her? I know what you’re making her pay you.” Grimm’s hand went up, but stopped short from grabbing him by the lapels of his coat. Algoth looked down at Grimm’s hand as it gradually balled into a fist and lowered back to his side. He snickered. "Go comfort your princess," he said. His gaze slid away from Grimm and then took a drink.
Grimm clapped him on the shoulder, took a step closer, and whispered a threat into his ear. "Give me all the shit you want. But not her."
Algoth's smirk grew smugger as his boss walked off. "Wonder how long it'll take him to realize," he said to himself.
It was easy finding Pearl out in the hallway. She was sitting on a bench, casually chatting with another HQ officer worker.
"So this is where you've been hiding," Grimm butted in.
"Oh, hey Grimm. Not exactly hiding. But yeah, taking a break from… all that," she said and gestured in the direction of the ballroom.
"What did Algoth say to you?"
The coworker Pearl was talking to—who had been stiffly silent since Grimm approached—quickly excused themself and gave the two their privacy. Grimm took the vacated seat beside Pearl.
She sighed and dug the business card out of her purse and held it out towards him. "He told me to contact him if you misbehaved. Then he proceeded to remind me of how unusual our deal is. Also—why did you ask for all of someone's teeth?"
"They're good for my bonsai."
Pearl's eye twitched. He… he actually used the teeth for something? "Ah yes, how could I not realize something so simple. Bonsai dentures."
He laughed. All the tension he was holding instantly vanished as her sarcastic joke caught him completely off guard. It was a nice change from the very… professional, meeting he just had with the CEO. And from Algoth being cheeky tonight. He gave her a thoughtful look—staring long enough to make Pearl start feeling antsy.
“Should we get back to the event?” she asked.
“Hmm, as you wish.”
They didn’t make it back inside the ballroom.
They were steps away from the door when someone loudly called out, “Oh look. There’s the cheater who bought her way into the Death Heads.”
Pearl froze. There was no doubt that they meant her. She looked at the floor, afraid to meet anyone’s gaze as attention shifted to them. If it had only been that one comment, perhaps her anxiety wouldn’t have gotten the better of her. Unfortunately, they continued ranting.
“Do you know how many times I had to apply before I got an interview for an office job? And you just waltz right past all that!”
Grimm moved himself between Pearl and the other office worker as they walked over. Judging by the stumbling stagger in their walk and the prominent smell of alcohol, they were drunk. Regardless of intoxication, this was unbecoming of a Death Head.
Others began butting in to deescalate the situation. Pearl would appreciate their help later. For now, she focused on not having an anxiety attack. One little thing after another. Cynically, she started to wonder if the Universe was determined to not let her enjoy this night. “I need air,” she said. She didn’t wait for anyone’s acknowledgement before heading outside.
Grimm watched her leave, then sharply turned back to the instigator. He grabbed them by the collar and pulled them in close. “I suggest you go sober up and never be in my presence again."
That comment earned Grimm some looks as he left, following after Pearl. She was pacing with her arms hugged tightly to her chest, her eyes closed, deliberately breathing in through her nose and out her mouth. She heard him approached and stopped.
“How are you?” he asked.
She flashed a shaky smile. “Just fending off some imposter syndrome. No big deal,” she brushed off.
“It is. Things have changed rapidly for you. Even without some drunk asshole making jealous snarks, it’s understandable to second guess yourself.” He walked closer to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “But you did earn this job on your own. You made that part of the deal, remember? All I did was ensure your resume was seriously considered for job you’re completely qualified for.”
She laughed a little and lowered her head, hiding her smile. How many people got pep talks from such a notorious Death Head? She let his words sink in. Affirmed that he was right. She took one deep breath to clear out all the negativity, then look at Grimm with a genuine smile. “Thanks.”
He nodded, returning his hands to his sides. He glanced over his shoulder at the hotel. “Wanna leave the event?”
“Can we really just leave? I don’t think we’ve even been here for an hour yet.”
Grimm shrugged. “If they get mad at me, then they get mad.”
“Ooo, such a rebel,” she teased.
“I’m not a Faction Leader for nothing, you know.”
A pause lingered between them. “So… Do you just want to call it a night and go home? Or do you want to like, wander around the city?” Pearl asked.
“I’m fine with whatever you wish.”
Well he certainly said that in a way that stirred a little flutter in Pearl. However, she wrote it off as the champagne they had—because why would he be flirty with her?
They decided to go for a walk. Neither knew the area, so they pick random corners to turn at, no true destination in mind. They found a little coffee house having an open mic night. A lush, community garden. But most importantly, a food truck where you could make-your-own fried cheese sticks.
Grimm immediately pulled Pearl over to it the moment he saw it. He had found this food truck a small handful of times before throughout Lywood. They had a fair selection of cheeses that they’d bread and freshly fry. Grimm ordered three dozen of various different cheeses. At first, Pearl was a bit skeptical they’d eat so many. But all it took was one bite and she immediately claimed half of the cheese sticks for herself. Whatever spices were mixed in the breading was perfect; and the breading was the perfect crunchy match for the gooey cheese. She hoped the next time she went out drinking she’d have the fortune of finding this food truck again.
They found a playground nearby and sat on the swings as they ate in peaceful silence. The night had had its ups and down, but in the end, it was turning out well.
And then it started to rain.
At first, it was just a light sprinkle. They sought shelter under a nearby tree. But the rain did not let up. Only increased. They couldn’t stay there much longer. Unfortunately, they had walked pretty far from the hotel; and unless Grimm accepted the future roasting he’d get from calling Algoth by asking him to bring his car to them, they’d have to make a run for it and get soaked.
It was just rain. No big deal.
But Pearl was in a light-weight dress, and was already growing chilled as the rain cooled the once pleasant night. Grimm shrugged off his haori and gave it to her. She was immediately grateful for its warmth. Pulling it closely around herself, they started heading back.
Unfortunately, they hadn’t been keeping the best track of their path. But they laughed about it. Grimm cranked the heat once they finally got to his car. He needed it more than her—Pearl was doing her best not to stare at his completely soaked white, dress shirt. When they arrived at Pearl’s apartment, she lingered in the car, reluctant for the evening to end. Even if they just continued sitting in the car, listening to the rain—that’d be nice. And so she leaned over and kissed him.
Fifteen.
“That doesn’t count, you know?” he said.
Fifteen. Sixteen?
“What? How does that not count?” she defended.
“It’s not daytime.”
“You never specified that rule.”
“The first rule was once per day.”
Were they really going to get into an argument over semantics? Yes. Yes, they were. “Yeah, but you didn’t make it clear that you meant during the daytime. Most people would assume that meant once per calendar day.”
He raised a brow, in both a challenge and in amusement. “Very well,” he smirked. “I’ll count it. This time. But don’t think you can get away with such mischief next time. I’m clarifying now to mean daytime—between sunrise to sunset.”
She blew a raspberry and rolled her eyes. “Oh sure. Change the rules partway through.”
His eyes narrowed at her. “Clarifying, not changing.”
“Hm, yeah no, sure,” she teasingly brushed off. Two months ago, she would not have dreamt of being this playful with a Death-Head, especially not one like Grimm. But she knew him now. Somewhat. She could see the softer sides of him that barely a handful of people got to see.
“Fine then. Day, night—kiss me whenever you’d like.” The small smirk that played on Grimm’s lips made her anxious—but not the negative type of anxious; the eager kind. The kind that made her want to lean forward and kiss him again for no other reason than wanting to.
Fifteen.
Before such emotions could betray her, Pearl hopped out of the car with a quick goodnight called over her shoulder. She suddenly had a lot to think through. Once in her apartment, she leaned again the door, pressing her eyes closed. Her heart was racing. And not just from running up to her apartment. Was she… was she falling for Grimm? No—surely this was just the illusion of infatuation caused by them becoming closer, as friends, mixed with the necessity of having to kiss him.
Right?
She slowly slid down until she was sitting on the floor. Looks like there was still quite a bit to sort out in her life. Not to mention, she just realized she was still wearing his haori.
— 5 —
GRIMM: I can’t come in today. I’m sick
ALGOTH: How did you get sick?
GRIMM: Rain
ALGOTH: You were out in the rain long enough to get so soaked that it made you sick?
Algoth gave his phone an accusatory glare as the minutes added up since Grimm read his last message. He doubted Grimm was sick enough to be unable to respond so soon after initially texting him. Grimm was hiding something. Or, more accurately, not disclosing something so that he wouldn’t be roasted over it.
That meant it likely had something to do with Pearl.
This new relationship his boss had formed with his latest client was… odd. He was curious to see where it would lead. At a glance, they were an unlikely duo. He knew Grimm. He knew him better than almost anyone else. Hopefully, Pearl would keep her wits about her as the two toed the blurry line they established between them.
His peaceful morning’s work was interrupted by a knock at the door. He was surprised to see Pearl. But not surprised by her question.
“Good morning, Algoth.” Her eyes quickly scanned the office. “Is Grimm around?”
“No. He’s not in today. Was there something you needed from him?”
“Oh, no. Not really, I just…” She bit her lip and adjusted her arms behind her back. Her overt nerves got him curious. That was when he noticed the bit of black cloth she was now hiding behind her back. He also caught the sheen of a familiar pattern on the silky fabric.
The puzzle instantly came together.
“He’s home sick today,” he said, cutting off her floundering for an explanation. He returned to his desk and started writing something on a scrap piece of paper. “Since I have to cover both my and his work for the day—you can go deliver his medicine for me.”
“Wha–?”
“The medicine is already paid for; you just need to pick it up from the pharmacy. Here are the addresses—the order is under my name—and codes to get into Grimm’s place.” He handed her the paper. His mischievous expression made Pearl’s ears flatten back a bit. This felt like a damned if she did, damned if she didn’t sort of situations.
“O-okay,” she accepted.
After watching her leave, he shook his head, sat back down at his desk, and shot a text to Grimm.
ALGOTH: Your wife will be stopping by later.
He never got a response—Grimm wouldn’t get around to reading it until late that night—but it amused him all the same.
Pearl stood outside Grimm’s house, staring up at it in awe. She wasn’t surprised that he had such a nice place. Still, the large, finely maintained house loomed as intimidating as the man who lived in it.
Well, best to get this done with—mainly because her shopping bags felt heavier the longer she stood there. Besides the medicine, she bought ingredients for soup. She felt responsible; he had to have gotten sick from being in the rain for so long without a coat. She wouldn’t be surprised if Algoth made the same connection and that’s why he sent her on this task.
“Hello?” she called after unlocking the front door. “Grimm? It’s Pearl. Algoth sent me.” No response came. Tentatively, she went in search of the kitchen. The interior design was impressive. Immaculate. To be able to afford all this… She stopped herself from contemplating the deals he’d done for all of this. “Kitchen,” she quietly reminded herself, getting back on task.
It was immediately to the left of where she stopped to gawk.
After unpacking all the groceries onto the counter, Pearl paused. Did she start cooking first, or find Grimm first? Probably find Grimm. She’d feel more comfortable being there once he knew she was there. He could also help tell her where everything was in the kitchen. She went back into the main room and through the only other doorway. There were a lot of closed doors—which was to be expected, given how large the hose was. “Grimm?” she called again, hoping for a hint about which door he was behind.
But apparently, he was behind her. “What are you doing here?” he groggily asked.
Pearl jumped, letting out a little scream. “Where the hell did you come from?” He lazily motioned over to the kotatsu in the room. On the side opposite the foyer, a was a pillow. He’d been there the entire time; she just hadn’t seen him. “Oh… Well, Algoth sent me to bring you medicine.”
He yawned and scratched the back of his head. “Ugh. Please tell me he didn’t get something grape flavored. He always picks out the worst flavored medicine.”
“I think it’s cherry.”
Grimm gave her a curious look. “So. Where is it?”
“Oh, still in the kitchen. You should take it with food, so I was going to make you some soup.”
If Grimm hadn’t been so sleepy still, perhaps Pearl would’ve been able to notice the intrigue that sparked in his expression. “You’re making me soup?”
“Well yeah,” she said and shrugged. “You caught a cold because of me; it’s the least I can do to make up for it.”
“You didn’t give me a cold.”
“Maybe not directly. But since I wore your haori yesterday, you got soaked in the rain and caught a cold.”
“Yes. My decision caused this outcome.”
She pouted a bit at him, narrowing her eyes slightly. “You must really be sick, you’re starting to sound delirious,” she sassed, turned away, and walked back into the kitchen before he could respond.
He chuckled to himself then followed her.
When she told him she was making soup, he didn’t process that to mean ‘from scratch’. So seeing all the groceries she had set out surprised him. He stared dumbfounded at her.
She stared awkwardly back. “Sooo… Where is all your cookware? I’d like to start cooking, and while I could just open every cabinet and drawer until I find the things I need, it’d be easier for you to just tell me.”
“Hm? Ah, right.” He shook himself from his stupor, and started helping her.
But then he started to help her too much. “Go curl up under the kotatsu again,” Pearl gently ordered as she started to guide him over to the door. “I’ll bring you some soup when it’s done.”
“You sure you don’t want help?”
“I just watched you nearly cut off your own finger. Twice. So go rest and stop trying to add your blood to my soup.”
He obeyed.
Pearl turned on music on her phone and continued cooking. She was enjoying working in Grimm’s large kitchen with all its high-end appliances. Much better than her apartment’s kitchenette. About half an hour later, the soup was ready. She portioned out a serving, buttered a few slices of bread.
Pearl gently shook Grimm awake. “Food is ready.”
He stretched, then slowly sat up. As the smell of the soup hit him, he snapped fully awake. “This smells absolutely delicious.”
She blushed a little in pride. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy. Do you want me to put all the leftovers away now? Or I can leave out a second serving if you’d like.”
“You’re not eating?”
“Oh. Well… no,” she said awkwardly. “Algoth didn’t really say I had the whole day off, so I was gonna go back to work now.”
“Stay.”
Pearl froze. The soft way he said it plucked the heartstrings that had shaken her the night before. Granted, it came out that way absolutely because he was low energy from illness. Still…
Then he added, “You’ve come all this way, and did all this work—relax and eat with me.” When she bit her lip, still hesitating, he continued. “As the Head of the North Faction I can and will order you to take the day off work.”
Something about him pulling rank while he was such a miserable, sickly slump made her want to laugh. And so she conceded. She got herself a bowl of soup and joined him under the kotatsu—damn it was cozy; no wonder he kept passing out.
When they’re done eating, Pearl cleaned up. Grimm made some protest, saying he should be doing all the chores since she was his guest; but she argued back that he’s sick and threatened him to rest.
As she got ready to leave, she noticed his haori she left in the entryway. She traced along the fabric. Picking it up, she returned to the other room and set it beside the once again sleeping Grimm.
She lingered.
There was such a softness to him. And she was probably one of the few who saw this side of him. Unconsciously, her hand moved to brush his hair. But she stopped short, noticing just in time what she was doing.
“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. She immediately stood up and left the house.
There was no way to deny it anymore.
She had feelings for Grimm.
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A/N: Hey y’all! It’s been a minute! I’ve been working on a couple of new books. You can check out my last one here. As always these two gorgeous men are my leading men inspiration. Taking an immersive tumblresque take on this one. Random raw WIP chapter for you, feedback in the form of likes/reblogs/comments greatly appreciated!
T/W: Language, Mild sexual situation, 18+ always.
W/C: 3.7k
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Never in a million years did you think your marriage to Parker could grow stale. The mere sight of him lit a fire inside of you. Your heart still raced when he touched you. Yet lately the sex had fallen off. You started in on blaming yourself. Maybe you’d gained weight, or had stopped doing as much makeup, but in your heart of hearts, you knew that wasn’t it. You were too afraid to think that he was cheating on you, so you blamed yourself for the increasing dry spell.
It wasn’t for lack of trying on your part. Whether it was coming up behind him and snaking your hand into the front of his pants or attempting to join him in the shower he had rebuffed your advances one too many times. So many times, in fact, you stopped trying. He always had an excuse. He was exhausted, he had to be somewhere, etc.
Tonight had to be different you thought, as you laid in bed waiting for him to join you. He casually walked towards the bed, drying his hair with a towel. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as he tossed the damp towel onto the chair by the window. You stared at his massive form in the dim light with hungry eyes. Stretching in only boxers before climbing into bed, he practically fell into it. You damn near lunged as he settled in, your hand sliding down his abs into his boxers.
“Babe, not tonight. I’m tired and I just showered.” He grumbled shifting his hips away from your grasp.
Pulling back silently, you looked at him with annoyed disappointment. “Fine.” Dramatically you ashamedly yanked the thin blanket away from him as you wrapped it clumsily around your naked body. You jerked open the night stand drawer pulling out the vibrator you used to only use with him for fun, but had increasingly become your go-to when solo.
“What are you doing?” He asked incredulously.
“I’m going to the guest bedroom to do what you won’t.” And you marched off to do just that.
The next morning you begrudgingly sat at the breakfast table drinking your coffee as Parker walked in scratching his head. Acting as if he hadn’t rejected you for the umpteenth time last night. He poured his coffee and turned to face you as if nothing were wrong and your feelings weren’t still wounded.
“You know babe… had you just started to play last night in our bed, I probably wouldn’t have been able to resist. Instead I had to go to sleep thinking about you in there without me. I didn’t think you were going to stay in there all night.”
“I offered. You said no. Therefore you get zero part of it. Honestly you don’t even deserve it the way you’ve been treating me lately.”
He stood there swirling the last of his coffee in his cup. “You’re probably right…” he muttered as he grabbed his keys off of the counter. He kissed the top of your head as he passed you on his way to the door. “I’ll be back later.”
As the door closed behind him you zoned out to a flashback of him taking you against the kitchen island. Bending you over as you prepared dinner and flipping you around and setting you on the countertop. The passion of your memory made your core ache for it. For him.
‘Don’t forget. SAG gala tonight. 8:00.” That was all he had text you in the last five hours. You were honestly amazed he even wanted you there.
-
Your glam squad had primped you to the max. You looked incredible. Needing the confidence boost you opted for a rose gold satin dress that wowed everyone in the room. It looked incredible against your skin tone.
You played the dutiful crazy in love wife on the red carpet. The two of you held hands and smiled, Parker even grabbed your butt at one point much to your surprise. Once off the carpet, it felt like he couldn’t wait to get away. “I’ve gotta go talk to a couple people. Why don’t you hit the bar and I’ll catch up with you asap?” He was off before you could even speak in protest. With a heavy sigh you made your way to the bar.
“That dress is simply criminal.”
The smoldering deep toned British accent and massive paw cradling your elbow sent a shiver through your body. His breath on your ear as he spoke awoke every one of your nerve endings from head to toe.
“Hank Campbell, as I live and breathe.” You turned to give him a genuine smile knowing it could only be him that approached you this way. He always made you feel… seen. Special. Like you were the most gorgeous woman in the room and he saw no one else. While somehow simultaneously being respectful that you were a married woman, although in this exact moment you didn’t quite care that you were.
The two of you chatted as you ordered drinks, and quickly made your way to a nearby table continuing the conversation. He caught you up on his latest projects and his dog Raleigh. Seemingly avoiding asking you about Parker which he normally did. But then again, you avoided asking his relationship status.
“Well aren’t you two cozy…” the snide accusatory tone matched the disdainful glare radiating from the D list actress. You vaguely remembered her making more than one pass at your husband. You’re sure she was there as the arm candy for a no name producer she was sleeping with to get a part, but you didn’t have the energy to fight and be outwardly catty.
As if on cue, you and Hank looked at her with mild amusement and furrowed brows before looking at each other and returning to your conversation without actually acknowledging her presence. She stormed off with a huff.
“Do I even want to know what that was?” He looked at you with concern.
A brief half hearted smile crossed your lips. “Just another extra after Parker.” Normally you would have referred to him as ‘my husband’, but he didn’t feel that way anymore.
“Where is ole Mr. Swanson anyway? Doesn’t he know it’s dangerous to leave a woman like you unattended? Especially in a dress like thar…” his arm predatorily slid around the back of your chair. It was the first time the sexual tension between the two of you was so intense and so suffocating it was almost palpable. Your heart was pounding in your ears. Desire had started building and had now every sensitive bit of your body pulsing. So much so, that you almost gave out a moan when you felt Hank’s thick digits caress your knee and come to rest between them.
You were already trying to get control of your breathing when his middle and index fingers parted, pushing your previously clenched knees apart ever so slightly. His palm slid further between your thighs as his eyes burned into yours with hunger. He licked his lips and without uttering a single word you knew he was trying to imagine how sweet you tasted. Your mouth went dry as your folds got wet. His fingers were mere inches away from your already swollen clit. You swallowed hard and gasped for air as you felt his middle finger trace over the sinfully thin fabric covering your mound. Internally you clenched, every inch of your body craving his.
The look on his face said you were about to cheat on your husband. As he applied more pressure with his finger you jolted your hips back and away. You couldn’t. Well… you knew you shouldn’t. Especially not there.
“Hank…”
He dropped his eyes as he quickly retracted his hand, “I know. I’m sorry.”
You closed your eyes and sighed heavily. “I’m not.”
“Wait. What?” He was completely caught off guard thinking he had crossed the line and was about to be reprimanded or pummeled.
“We can’t.” You murmured. “Not here.”
“Where? When? You name it I’m there. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. You.” His voice was lower, rougher. Strained to hold back the animalistic lust that flashed in his eyes.
-
Parker sat on a sofa surrounded by a few industry friends. Across the room he could see Hank approach you as you waited in line at the bar. His fists clenched as Hank’s hand went from your elbow to the small of your back.
Confused, his friend Marcus asked,“Why the sudden rage face?”
“Captain Wonderful is touching my wife.” Parker said through clenched teeth.
Marcus smirked, “Campbell? Heh… that’s his wife now my friend.”
“I’m pretty sure if Hank Campbell even noticed my wife I’d feel proud… and like my marriage was over because I can’t compete with him.” Josh chuckled. “Uh, not that you can’t. Besides, your wife actually loves you.”
Parker continued furiously watching you from across the room, his knuckles white with jealousy as he watched you laugh and flirtatiously touch Hank’s arm.
“Yea I’m not watching this. I need a drink. I’ll catch up with you guys later.” He bolted out of the room.
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You took a deep breath as you stood, smoothing the fabric of your dress. You scanned the room looking for Parker. Coming up empty you continued through the party.
“I think I found the woman of my dreams.”
Parker raised his eyebrows at his friend Fiona.
“She just walked in.” Fiona was locked on to the woman in the rose gold dress.
Spitting out his drink at the woman Fiona was enamored with, Zach laughed, “Parker might have something to say about that.”
Parker rolled his eyes. “Let me guess. Big hair, tiny dress. Perfect sized rack. Annoyed looking yet gorgeous face?”
“Yeah, that’s her, to a T. I’d there a mirror behind me?” Fiona laughed.
“That’s my wife. You can have her.” He settled deeper into his chair.
Both Zach and Fiona looked confused.
“You might have to fight Hank Campbell first though. He had his mitts all over her earlier.”
“Try not to be such a peach Parker. You’ve been spotted.”
You smiled politely at Zach before scowling at Parker. He wouldn’t look at you. He just continued drinking.
“Parker?”
“Where’s Campbell?”
You rolled your eyes and shook your head. That’s what this was about. You no longer had to wonder.
“He’s one of the few people I know here tonight and you ditched me. What did you want me to do?“ you crossed your arms across your chest and stared at him waiting for an answer.
In one swift agile movement Parker was standing over you, his outraged face inches from yours, as he clutched your arm tightly. He pulled you away from his friends to the edge of the party.
“I honestly don’t give a shit what you do, just don’t do it in front of my people. You acting like a whore will fuck up my image.”
“And berating your wife at a party doesn’t?” You looked up at him with unwavering strength.
He grabbed your wrist so tightly it hurt. “You’re coming with me.” He pulled you through the party out some doors at the back of the hall and into what was essentially a utility closet. He spun you around and pushed you face first against the door, pinning your arms to your lower back with one large hand.
“Is this what you want?! Do you just want to be fucked?! Is that why you’re acting like this?! Is this all for attention?! Then I’ll fucking solve it.” He hiked up your dress with one hand as he held your wrists with the other. You heard him unzip his pants and grunt as he kicked your feet further apart. Part of you was furious, part of you was extremely turned on.
“Parker!” You protested as he shoved his face against yours, forcing it against the cold hard door.
“Don’t you say a fucking word.”
He pulled your hips out against him and lined himself up with your entrance as he ripped the thin fabric of your panties. As he thrust into you, he pinned you harder and harder against the door. Despite the anger in his actions, it was still your husband. It was still the man you loved. And your body betrayed any mixed emotions you might have had in that moment.
“This is what you fucking wanted. Your pussy is soaked. Act like a whore and I’ll treat you like one.”
It was rough, angry, and futile. Parker was hate fucking you and much to his chagrin you were enjoying it. Hell what did he expect? You had been trying to get any kind physical contact from him that you could. This wasn’t exactly what you had in mind, but it was kind of hot. Despite the lack of foreplay or stimulation you were already on the brink of orgasm. He was thrusting into you hard and fast, bottoming out as he’d slam his hips against your backside. It was working for him too. You could tell by his breathing. Digging his fingers tighter into your wrists and hip you knew you were going to be bruised.
“Parker!” You cried as you came around him clenching tightly around his thick shaft. It immediately grabbed him and threw him into his own orgasm.
“Fuck!” He exhaled as he tremored against you. “Now maybe you’ll act right. Even if I don’t want you, you’re still mine.”
He pulled out of you abruptly grabbing napkins off the nearby shelf to clean up with. He threw one at you as he put himself back together.
Your panties were ripped, barely clinging on to one leg as you stepped out of them.
“Why don’t you give those to Campbell so he knows I’m the only one that fucks you.”
You stood up straight, pulled your skirt down and smoothed your hair. You kept yourself collected not giving him the satisfaction of thinking he won. As you opened the door to leave Parker tried grabbing your arm but you swiped it away. He followed you into the hallway closing the closet door behind him.
“Are you done?” You looked up at him!and watched him process what you were asking.
“With this? Or our marriage?” He looked at you with cold uncaring eyes.
“Any of it. All of it. Me. Whatever the fuck that was.”
He licked his lips and looked away, “I don’t know.”
Without hesitation you reached out and slapped him as hard as humanly possible across the face. “Fuck you.”
You ran away heart broken, eyes welled up with tears. Swallowing your pride you went back into the party desperately looking for Hank.
-
You were so relieved to find Hank you were shaking. You grabbed his hand to quietly get his attention.
He spun around, horror filling his eyes as he looked upon your tear streaked face. Your smudged lipstick and splotchy, flushed face immediately sent him into a protective panic.
“You’re coming with me. Let’s go.” He held tightly onto your hand as he quickly pulled you to a side exit. Once safely out the doors he hugged you. “Are you ok?”
“I’ll be ok. Just get me out of here.” You carefully wiped away the tears under your eyes careful not to smudge your makeup worse than it already was.
Hank gently used his thumb to fix your lipstick before using his pocket square to finish the job.
Once inside the back of the SUV he broke his silence. “What happened?”
“Parker apparently saw us talking. He got crazy jealous. First time in months he’s touched me and he hate fucked me in a utility closet. I’ve never seen him like that.”
“I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have gone there. I should have just said hello and moved on. I’m so sorry.”
-
Parker was frantic. He didn’t know what had come over him. He was replaying the last 20 minutes in his head absolutely mortified.
He rushed to ask Zach and Fiona, “Have you seen my wife?!”
Zach looked up at him with dismay. “I don’t know what happened with the two of you… but she ran past here looking like hell man…Josh just text me like 5 minutes ago and asked why she was leaving with Campbell.”
“Fuck!” Parker balled his fists.
Fiona stood in front of her towering friend with her hands up, “Why don’t you let me take you home man… maybe she just got a ride.”
Parker looked around like a caged animal. His brain still sifting through everything at a break neck pace too fast for him to comprehend.
“Yea. Ok. Yea. Let’s go.”
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“Are you sure you want to go home?” Hank looked at you with unease.
“Hank if I go to your house… you and I both know what will happen. And no offense… but that’s the last thing I need right now, especially after what just happened with Parker.”
The gorgeous man dropped his head. “I know… but are you going to be safe? What if he shows up? Is he going to hurt you?”
You didn’t hesitate, “No. He won’t hurt me. Tonight was just alcohol and jealousy. And hopefully…. Some pent up sexual frustration.”
Hank looked at you with confusion. “Hopefully? What do you mean?”
“I’m worried he’s been cheating on me… that’s why I was so into…” you couldn’t finish. You didn’t know how to say it without hurting his feelings.
-
The SUV pulled up to the gate at your house. As it opened you couldn’t see every light in your house was on. Parker was home. And lord only knows what he was doing.
You thanked Hank for the ride and promised you’d check in before you went to sleep and again when you woke up.
You waved as the car turned around before heading inside. You hadn’t noticed the small woman smoking a cigarette on the end of your porch watching you until your hand was on the doorknob.
“Hey are you ok?”
Her question almost scared you to death. You swallowed hard and walked down to her.
“Is he ok?” You asked her.
“Typical fucking straight girl. I’m Fiona, by the way. Parker and I work together. He’s mortified what happened. Damn near cried on the way here. He’s going nuts inside terrified you packed a bag and left him.”
“Has he been cheating on me? Did he say?”
“He didn’t say anything about it. I haven’t heard anything otherwise either. You’ll just have to ask him. …are you cheating on him?”
“No! I’ve been trying to get him to touch me for months. He’s my husband. I love him.”
“I don’t know sis… just go talk to him. I’m gonna crash in your guest bedroom… if that ok. Parker said it was fine.”
“Yea of course. Thank you for bringing him home.”
The two of you walked inside as Parker was pacing in the living room.
“She’s gone Fi. I know it. She’s not coming back. I fucked up.”
Fiona cleared her throat as she stood next to you.
A downtrodden Parker looked up to see you standing there. “Baby! Oh thank god you’re home. I’m so sorry: please forgive me.”
He was standing in front of you in what seemed like three steps. He started to reach out for you but hesitated.
“Baby can we talk?” It was the quietest whisper.
You shook your head ‘yes’ and headed for the bedroom.
“Goodnight Fiona. Do you need anything? Are you good? Did he show you where everything is? Did he get you something to change in to?”
She laughed, “Kind of. He was a little pre-occupied. But I wouldn’t mind a change of clothes. Thank you.”
Nodding you smiled and motioned for her to follow you. Parker went to the kitchen.
You were grabbing clothes for Fiona and explaining where things were and you were just about to say goodnight again as you walked her out when she stopped.
“Go easy on him, ok? Like just a little. He really does love you.” She took a few steps before saying ‘thank you’ again.
Parker was standing on the balcony outside of your bedroom waiting for you. His head resting on his arm, he jerked upright as soon as you opened the door.
“Are you ok? Did I hurt you? Do you hate me?” His eyes were pleading with you but at the same time he was almost afraid to look at you.
“Parker… I love you… but what the fuck was that?” You inhaled sharply and took a step back. “I’m fine… I’m sure I’ll have some bruises��� but that’s all. What the fuck is going on with you? With us? Are you cheating on me?”
He reached out for you, but you took another step backwards out of his reach. He hung his head and spoke softly, “Three and a half months ago I almost slipped up. Almost. I didn’t, not really... But I almost did. I don’t know who she was. It was on my solo trip to Joshua Tree. I was in the baths and it was just the two of us that night. I kissed her. It got a little heated. And then I snapped out of it, and I - I haven’t forgiven myself since. I haven’t been able to touch you because I can’t get what I did out of my head.”
He took a step towards you as your stomach dropped. You quickly took two back. “Why didn’t you say something? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I couldn’t. I didn’t wanna lose you. I didn’t want to hurt you. It was stupid… and it shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry.”
“This whole time I thought it was me… or you were over me and had found someone else.” You took another step away. “How heated Parker?”
“Baby it’s not you….” He dropped his eyes. “We just made out. For less than a minute. But she got a little handsy.”
Parker took another few steps towards you, as you continued to back up until your back was against the wall.
“Baby please… I’m so sorry. It didn’t mean anything, but the guilt is killing me.”
You shook your head and half laughed,“…and you had the nerve to get jealous and hate fuck me in a utility closet because I had a conversation with someone else? I should have just fucked Hank. I can’t believe you…”
“Baby… babe… please. What can I do? I’m so sorry.”
You don’t know what came over you or where the hell these words came from. But you said them. Even if you only half meant them at the time.
“You wanna know what you can do? You wanna know what will fix all of this? Make us square? For everything.”
“Absolutely. I’ll do anything. Please babe.”
“I’m gonna fuck Hank, and you’re gonna watch.”
#romance#fiction#henry cavill#pablo schreiber#author#j. Elaine Hyde#henry cavill x female reader#pablo schreiber x female reader#fanfiction#fanfic
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Leah!!! Oh Lordy idofnwkfjajdjwfjejfjdjc Flirty And Happy/comfy w himself Will fic!! It’s like u can see Exactly inside my brain and know what kind of fic I’m craving. I’m so Very excited to see where you take this bc the first chapter was !!!!!🥰🥰🥰
“Mike’s always been one for boldness, for sculpting light out of darkness and shadows out of glows–obviously he’d like working with charcoals” screams. I Adore that Mike’s gotten into charcoal (also cackled that he was clearly trying to get art class w will poor bb)—it’s a hard medium to work w (I’m Bad at it) but I think ur right, I feel like Mike wouldn’t be bad at it.
“It takes Will a good two seconds to convince himself not to press his lips into Mike’s neck, just to dispel the word friend out of the air. Like, yes, they’re friends, but also…it’d be cool to be friends but also something else, right?
“Yeah,” Will finally says, already being dragged down into a cascading tornado of thoughts that begins with swingsets and ends with What are we, Mike?”
S c r e a m i n g rolling on the floor wiggling like a slug. E s pecially that last line of that bit. I’m going to Eat My Phone.
Earnest flirting Best flirting !!! Will is the most valid and correct person ever actually😌
Love me some Platonic Madwise and u write them so well—despite the fact that the show Hasn’t let them interact much at all— and just diandrkfjw.
Also!!! Willel!!! Siblings!! They’re so !!!
“The Party has its own intergroup dynamics and mini units that like to meet on their own for their own hangout time: the four boys have a weekly D&D session separate from the one they do with the girls; Lucas and Will sometimes meet to go on runs or work out; El and Max are practically inseparable; Lucas, Dustin, and Mike have set up shop in one of the unused utility closets to tinker with old A/V equipment the school had all but abandoned.” I’m literally So feral over this. the Party Being Friends!!!!!!! Kicking my feet rn
Painting for Mike :D !!!! I’m So rieicjshfjw invested in seeing how this is going to turn out !! Ur ability to set up plot that leaves me invested is like So talent and I just!!
ur writing is lovely wonderful and u are v wonderful and I hope you are having a fantastic weekend💕💕
VEEEE!! i'm glad i can provide what you're looking for 😌 i genuinely meant this to be a flirty fic, but i think i like where it ended up going instead better :D as funny as it is to write about these two being losers, it's been nice to write about Will being happy with who he is for once (especially since my other wip is just taking a scalpel to all of Mike's self-esteem issues but we don't have to talk about that right now)
!!! i'm glad i could have an artist agree with me on the charcoals thing!! i haven't used them since the art class i took my junior year of high school, but i remember them being my favorite thing to work with. Mike just seems like the kind of person who'd like black-and-white mediums. but more importantly: he just wanted to spend time with Will 😩
*punches wall* Will is going to be happy, dammit
and i'm glad you like that he's being earnest!! honestly this fic started off with a post i saw around new year's (which i haven't bothered to look for again but i know i reblogged it lol) talking about flirty Will. i tried to approach it like i did with cheer up, baby where i was taking a trope that often gets applied to Mike and was trying to imagine what it would look like if Will did it. in this case, i figured he'd be a lot more earnest with his flirting rather than teasing or brash. he just seems like the kind of person that would look at you with shiny anime eyes and say the most heartfelt thing you've ever heard
AHHHH i'm also so glad you're enjoying all the little group dynamics T_T i love Max/Will/El as a trio even though those three barely interact as a group in the show lol. i'd sell my soul for a whole season of st that's just the three of them hanging out tbh
heheheh yesss a painting for Mike!! i'm gonna make everybody's theory that the painting was gonna be one of them meeting on the swing set a reality even if it kills me. i'm still recovering from the whiplash of watching vol2 and Mike unrolling the canvas - i literally watched it the first time and went "but isn't it supposed to be them on the swings?? did they not get the memo?"
Vee i know i only finished posting aftry like a week ago but i got so used to marathon-posting it and seeing your thoughts on each chapter every day that i've missed see your name pop up in my ask box ajkfsdalkj. so it was lovely to wake up and see a new message from you!! you are lovely to talk with as always, and i am wishing you a wonderful weekend too!! or, i guess it's technically monday, so i am wishing you a lovely week!! :] 💜💜💜
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ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ | ᴀɴᴀᴋɪɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ
I refuse to say how long it took me to decide on an appropriate gif
Warnings: smut, Top!Ani, Bottom!Reader
(if you were tagged, it means u interacted with the original WIP post. If you want to be untagged pls dm me and I will!)
Story below the cut! Enjoy 🥴
"Ani! You're home early! I thought you weren't going to be back for at least another week." You say to Anakin, surprised at his return.
"We got finished early, so I have the entire weekend to spend with you, Angel." Anakin says, cupping your face. He brings you in for a kiss. "I've missed you," he adds, his hands slowly roaming your body.
"I've missed you too, Ani," you breathe, pulling him in for another kiss. His hands roam up your shirt, feeling your smooth skin. They roam a little higher, tugging at your bra.
"This needs to go," Anakin mutters in between kisses.
You slide your hands down the waistband of his pants. "I could say the same about you," you respond.
"Fuck," Anakin groans. You both begin to make your way to your bedroom, never parting as you make out.
Anakin kicks the door open, leading you to the bed and effectively pinning you to it with his body. He works at the buttons on your shirt as you help him out of his pants. You kiss him with desperation, arousal pooling in your core, parting only so he can take his tunic off.
He resumes kissing you as soon as it's off.
He fumbles with your bra, anxious and impatient, and he ends up ripping it off of you in annoyance.
You wince a little at the sound of tearing fabric. "Ani! That was once of my nice bras!" You complain.
"I'll make up for it," he mutters, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, and his kisses slowly make their way down your body.
He reaches the waistband of your panties, wasting no time in helping you out of your underwear. He ghosts a finger over your clit before moving lower to your entrance.
"You're so wet for me, Angel," he says, fingering you with ease. "...Were you playing with yourself before I got here, baby? Thinking about me? Thinking about my cock?"
"Fuck, yes." You admit, moaning wantonly. "I was."
Anakin smirks. "Naughty girl." he removes his fingers and you squirm, whimpering at the loss of them.
"I need you now," you demand.
"I don't think you're one to make demands right now, Angel," Anakin whispers in your ear, using that voice he typically reserves for when he's on top.
You shudder in anticipation.
He kisses you passionately, entering you at a tortuously slow pace.
After what felt like an eternity, his cock was finally fully inside of you, accompanied by that delicious stretch. You felt satisfyingly full.
"Fuck, I missed this. Look at you, Angel. Look how pretty you are taking my cock," Anakin says, thrusting lazily, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck.
"Harder," you demand.
Anakin tuts. "We have all weekend, Angel. Can't I take my time?"
"Y-you've been teasing me all day." You complain, wiggling your hips in an effort to make him move - to do something, anything.
Finally, he rolls his hips experimentally, slow and teasing. "What's my name?"
You swear your brain short-circuits for a second. "I-Oh, maker- Ani," you gasp.
He slaps your ass, making you moan. "Not good enough. Say it louder." He growls.
"Anakin!" You yell, desperately. You can feel his cock twitch ever so slightly inside of you.
"Good girl," he purrs. "Now tell me exactly what you need," his fingers comb through your hair.
"I- fuck, I want you, A-Ani,"
Anakin tuts once again. "Use your words, Angel. What do you want? I can't fuck you unless you tell me what you need," He thrusts gently, teasingly.
"I- Maker, I wa-want you to fuck me," you plead shamelessly. "Please fuck me, Ani."
Anakin smiles coyly. "See? Was that so hard to ask, Angel?"
You open your mouth to respond when thrusts hard, leaving you speechless. He quickly sets a rough pace that leaves you reduced to a moaning mess.
He presses a searing kiss to your lips, and you find yourself getting lost in the kiss, lost in the feeling.
But you needed more. You were insatiable at the point. "Ani, I need-" you're cut off as he hits your G-spot just right.
"So needy," Anakin murmurs, and you can feel his breath against your neck. "You just can't get enough of me, can you?"
You were so close, now, with the way he kept hitting your G-spot with every thrust. If you could just get- "M-more," is all you can manage.
Anakin chuckles. His real hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing tight circles. You hiss, clenching around his cock in response.
"Fuck- you feel so good," he grunts.
You respond with a whine. Fuck, you weren't going to last very long if he kept this pace.
He kisses and bites your neck, determined to leave a hickey. Your nails dig into the skin of his back, leaving half-moon shaped indents. You were so close, you could feel your own orgasm approaching hard and fast, and you could tell by the way his thrusts were getting more erratic that he, too, was close.
"Ani," you moan brokenly. "Ani- more, please, 'm so c-close-"
"You need to cum, baby?" He asks. "Go ahead, cum on my cock." He says, and you're sure those words alone could make you cum on the spot.
His teeth graze your earlobe, "Cum for me, Angel." he accentuates the command with a deep thrust that you swear makes you see stars.
You cry out his name as your orgasm washes over you.
His hips stutter, and he captures your lips in a kiss when he finally cums.
He pulls away, resting his head on your shoulder and you both attempt to catch your breath.
"...That was..." You pant.
"I love you," Anakin breathes, pressing his forehead to yours.
"I love you too, Ani." You whisper.
He rolls off of you, now lying on his back. You turn so you can face him.
"What do you want to do now?" Anakin asks.
You sigh contently, laying your head on his chest. "I was thinking a nap first," you admit.
Anakin laughs breathlessly. "I was thinking the same thing."
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Oh Lord. That was mildly scary to write, hope it wasnt too cringe lmfao? If you did enjoy tho, feel free to comment or reblog 🥰
Tagging some people:
@haydens-moles @motherfuckingstargirl10 @claranidala @gabbymac @return-of-the-simp @shads121 @stillmourningtonystark
#anakin skywalker#jo's writing#star wars fanfic#star wars fanfiction#anakin skywalker fanfic#anakin skywalker smut#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin skywalker x reader smut#bottom!reader#top!anakin#star wars smut#smut#smut fanfiction#fanfic#fanfiction
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The Big Klave Fic Rec
Reginald Hargreeves does everything he can to learn about the Umbrella Academy’s powers, but Klaus is the one who finds out why they have their powers. No one expected the answer to be “we’re fallen angels” but here they all were. This is for my lovely @cemeteryklaus I hope you enjoy this! You will not run out of klave fics on my watch ;)
I have excessively been reading klave fics since s1 came out in February 2019, when there was only one page under the Klaus Hargreeves/Dave tag on ao3 (before our King shared his full name on Twitter). There are currently 2056 fics on ao3, and I can (un)fortunately say I have read almost all of them (what am I doing with my life?). Klave has been blessed with so many talented writers, so this is quite the list. Many of them have written more than one fic (some even over 50!), and since they are all amazing, it would take ages to list them all. Therefore, I have decided to recommend authors who have written two or more klave fics and linking to their the umbrella academy ao3 works page. Go read all of their works, and I can guarantee that every single fic is wonderful! And dont forget to leave kudos and comments, our writers deserve all the love and appreciation that we can give them!
I also highly encourage people reblogging with their favourite fics, if you want to show the writers some more love or if I have forgotten your favourite fic (you can also dm me if you want me to add it on)! I have tried to @ the authors, but sometimes it can be hard to find the right blogs. Please let me know if I have tagged you wrong, forgotten to tag you or dont want me to tag you, I will remove the @ at once! I will try to update this as I continue to excessively consume klave content (though this is limited to ao3 and tumblr), so please come back to this list for more recommendations. Happy Reading! <3
Authors (2 or more klave fics)
A - B
a_nybodys /// accidentallyanoctopus /// actuallymaxie ///admirabletragedy @admirabletragedy /// aelisheva /// AliNear /// Allandnothing /// allthempickles /// Ama /// Anglophile_Rin @anglophile-rin /// aubrey_writes /// aye_of_newt @aye-of-newt /// bacondoughtnut @spookybeez /// Becca_Hay /// Bendy_CA @apocalypse-gang /// bennybentacles @bennybentacles /// blazeofglory /// Bluebacchus @bluebacchus /// bluetigerlillies @frogsarebxtches /// brionylarkin @brionylarkin
C - E
CaptainAmericaoftheTardis /// CharryWotter /// covenofthearticulate @codenameseance /// CowgayKermit @cowgaykermit /// crisecardiac @thistlemoth /// Cyane /// Dancinbutterfly @dancinbutterfly /// dandelyre @dandelyre /// deargalileo/// deathishauntedbyhumans @deathishauntedbyhumans /// discohargreeves /// Doctor959 /// Dog_Bearing_Gifts @dogbearinggifts /// Drhair76 @handcoversheart-76 /// dyllpickless @dyllpickless /// electric016 @electric016 /// Eternal_Peace_Is_Overrated @flowercrownsandbooks
F - K
Faetality @faetxlity /// forestdivinity (ForestDivinity) @forestdivinity /// forthekidswhoaintgotnosoul @prime8svevo /// FrazzledSquidz G33kinthepink /// ghostbythesea @gay-poster-child /// goldieknocks @goldieknocks /// Hemitreunited @hermitreunited /// hippieklaus @hippieklaus /// hujwernoo /// iamnotalizard @lizard-overlord /// ilikeshipment @theseance1968 /// intheflowers /// Karturtle (karturtle) @karturtle /// Katplanet @katplanet /// KawaiiCommunism @kawaiic0mmunism /// KindaCool @kindasickkindacool /// klausmoon
L - P
lastyoungrene-gay-de @lastyoungrene-gay-de /// livid /// LiviJoyann /// livtontea @zontiky /// loves_buckybarnes /// Lyviel @justatiredghost /// Majure @fanthings /// Mars_and_Moon /// mieczyhale @mieczyhale /// momebie (katilara) @charmingpplincardigans /// noodlerdoodler /// MusicLover19 /// Nyctae /// obscurityofphylum /// ohmygodwhy @gaycinema /// Opal_Lakes /// @opal-lakes /// ophelibob_writes @a-human-pippin-took /// Papapaldi @wykart/// perceptuallydisorganizedwriter /// PickledBeef @pickledbeefwastaken /// polarkai /// princejoopie @princejoopie /// punk_rock_yuppie
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queenbaskerville /// QueenOfAllCorgis /// rumbleroarsslumberingcubs /// Scalliwag @sscalliwag /// seancequeen @seancequeen /// sehn_sucht @sehn----sucht /// SerpaSas @queenbeyondthewalll /// Shadowscast /// Shamefulshameless @shameful-shameless /// Sharpworksamurai/// shipNslash /// Siriuspiggyback @cowboyklaus /// Smallswritesstuff @mychemicalxmen /// smile_it_will_get_better @smileitwillgetbetterbitches /// softforklave @softforklave (shameless self promo) ///spookyfbi @spookyfbi /// stuckinmybook /// Squintern @chinchillinator /// squishitude @squishitude /// sunriseseance @sunriseseance /// sunshineklaus
T - Y
tealeavesandtrash @carry-on-my-wayward-hobbit /// thefangirlingdead @thefangirlingdead /// TheMadHatterOfficial /// thetreasuerhunter @yeah-klave /// tjstar @i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky /// TobiBooneTheSmallSpoone @tobiboonethesmallspoone/// TotallynotRemus @totallynotremus /// TwistedIllusions @courtneytarynofficial /// twosidedcoin /// VeteranKlaus @veteranklaus /// wildeism @knifecatklaus /// writer_inthe_dark /// yukiawison /// zweebie
Fics (authors with currently only one klave fic)
Placeholder by Ace_Chey (mrs_sakuma) @cheydoesfandom
PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT WIP, EXPECT MISTAKES IN SPELLING, GRAMMAR, AND TIMELINES after NaNo I plan to edit and republish a cleaner, more complete version in 2021 ~~~
When Klaus sees the news that their father is dead, they’re feeding their seven-month-old daughter, Grace Kelly Katz, one year sober, and finally back on T (prescribed this time). Their siblings still haven't met Dave, let alone Gracie, and Klaus can't bear the thought of introducing them, not now, under these circumstances, so they go alone. But when the family reunion becomes complete with Five's sudden and bizarre arrival, not from 45 years in a wasteland, but directly from the lunch he ran away from 20 years ago, they realize things are going to get more complicated and they might not be able to put it off any longer.
Words: 58,217 Chapters: 36/? Status: Hiatus
Snapshots of a Life Well Lived by Ace_of_Spades_400
One week into Vietnam and the briefcase is broken. Klaus is never going home. He's just going to have to make the most of his life here, now.
Words: 13,960 Chapters: 3/3 Status: Complete
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Dave comes back to 2019, and Klaus has some memories best exorcised with new ones.
Words: 1,666 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
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Klaus hasn't piloted a Jaeger in years. He hasn't wanted to without Ben. He's spent all that time wandering far, far away from anything having to do with the Academy and kaiju.
Unfortunately for him, the world is ending, and Luther doesn't give him a choice.
(Pre-Klave! Will have a follow up in the future.)
Part 1 of the UA PacRim Fusion series
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soldiered together by Anonymous
"... I was foolish enough to follow him all the way to the front line."
Words: 2,993 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
know tenderness by applepandowdy
Klaus wished, more than anything, that they had just had a bit more time.
Words: 1,266 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
whatever words I say, i will always love you by ariya167 and bigembarrasingheart @ariya-167and @bigembarrassingheart
Dave kissed Klaus first, but Klaus kissed him back.
Words: 921 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
if i could choose anything in the world (id pick you every time) by aseriesofessays @macroglossus
"Would you have come back?"
He thinks about a farm.
Words: 588 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
The Boy and The Ghost by Astheroid
“Look for me. Promise me Dave, promise you’ll look for me at the Umbrella Academy!”
Dave never knew what those words meant, the parting words of the man he loved, and they made absolutely no sense.
Until thirty-four years later when he found his purpose.
“Our world is changing. Has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted six such children. I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy.”
or story of ghost Dave finding thirteen year old Klaus and swearing to protect him from all evil.
Words: 4,494 Chapters: 2/? Status: WIP
new year, new me (things always turn out how they’re meant to be) by Astronomical_Aphrodite @aesthetic-antheia
When they travelled back through time, Klaus wasn’t expecting to be the only one who remembered.
Part 1 of maybe by next January
Words: 80,770 Chapters: 18/20 Status: WIP
Five times Klaus dies in Vietnam and comes back, and One time Someone else does by BabyPom
Klaus can't seem to die, at least not permanently.
Words: 1,169 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
How The Hollyhocks Bloom by batcavemasquerade
In which Klaus Hargreeves, a retired pacifist, is dumped headfirst into the Vietnam War. Klaus never comes home and his brothers and sisters claw their way back to him, one by one, after the end of the world.
AKA: The siblings go back to the 1960s to regroup and to get a few measly moments of goddamned peace and quiet, and find Klaus serving in the Vietnam War, different and sober as can be.
Words: 24,035 Chapters: 16/20 Status: WIP - Chapter 16 is the new chapter 1. For the rewrite, read from 16 and upwards.
i hope you know you're my desire (i hope you know you're the one) by beezran
It must be fate when Dave puts his hand on Klaus’ cheek right as Klaus starts to ache for his kiss.
Kiss me.
His touch makes Klaus stand up straighter and edge closer to him.
“You’re beautiful, you know?” Dave says, and even with all that they’ve been drinking, Klaus knows it isn’t that what’s talking.
“Kiss me,” Klaus actually says it. He can’t take it back, and he doesn’t want to when Dave is looking at him like that.
Dave’s breath ghosts over his lips and Klaus keeps repeating it in his head like a prayer.
Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.
Or he might have said it, he’s not sure when he’s so caught up in the feeling of Dave so close to him.
Words: 22,708 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Arcane Incidents of Anoxia by Bellovebug
Klaus dies.
Klaus dies, and Dave can't breathe.
He forgets what it's like, the feeling of oxygen entering his lungs, the sensation of carbon dioxide exiting them.
He remembers, though, the stories Klaus used to tell. He remembers that joke he'd made about that briefcase he always carried around being a time machine. He remembers the tall tales of a family of superpowers, a less than stellar father. He remembers the stories he'd spun out of thin air, of time travel and a disappearing brother and a talking chimpanzee and a robot mother.
(He remembers the true story he'd told about seeing ghosts.)
He only learns once he opens that mysterious briefcase under Klaus's cot that all of the stories were true.
Every one of them.
Words: 22,075 Chapters: 4/? Status: WIP
life is full of pain, i'm cruisin' through my brain by bigembarrassingheart @bigembarrassingheart
Bullets whizzed past his ears, and he would have screamed but he already was. Klaus grabbed Dave’s face, stroked his cooling cheek, rested his head on his shoulder like he did when they had nights alone. There had to be some life left in his body. In any second he would feel the heave of his chest. He had to.
or
Klaus takes a pit stop before going back to the future.
Words: 1,188 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
found by burlesquecomposer
Klaus’s right hand is Dave’s favorite one to hold. As long as they embrace hello, Dave says, they’ll never have to say goodbye.
But war is a bitch, and Dave is the one who gave him an excuse to charge into it head-on.
Words: 2,628 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
You Drew Stars Around My Scars by caliibee
“Does it hurt?” Klaus asked softly, running his fingers over Dave’s face and down his neck. He trailed down his chest, mindful of the deep-set wound that always sent a shock through his heart no matter how many times he’d seen it. Dave caught his hands and brought them back up to cup his face.
“No, not anymore.”
Words: 792 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
The Umbrella Academy: Winter Soldier by chiquitasdave and ratsbaby (orphan_account)
Luther lands an uppercut to the jaw, sending the soldier flying, and Diego’s moving before he even lands. His grip on Klaus tightens and his mouth opens to say something, anything, to pull him back to the safety of the car they crouch behind, but Klaus beats him to the punch. He leans forward to better watch the action, to cheer his brother on (or clean up his remains, depending on how this goes), and stops cold as the soldier pushes himself to his feet again.
Klaus' first thought is that he’s beautiful. Klaus’ second thought is that he knows him.
The threat of danger is sensed and signals fire to tell the brain, no, not yet! We weren’t meant for this! He can’t take it now! The body reacts to stop him, but Klaus steps forward anyway. He ignores every impulse because he knows him, because love makes him stupid, because he has to.
Klaus takes another step forward.
‘Dave?’
‘Who the hell is Dave?’
Words: 13,120 Chapters: 3/10 Status: WIP
I Could Not Be At Rest, I Could Not Be At Peace by CosmicJourney @cosmictapestry
With the apocalypse delayed, there's now ample opportunity for Klaus to open up to his siblings about his past. There's also ample opportunity to try and conjure Dave. Unfortunately, one of these has to take precedence over the other.
(Season 1 AU)
(Sequel to "I'll Find Sleep, I'll Find Peace")
Words: 52,274 Chapters: 10/10 Status: Complete
Sick Of Losing Soulmates by CrazyAngel
"Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences."
Back in 2019, things are the same but also different. The Hargreeves have messed with the timeline way too much and some things clearly aren't the same — like giving the chance for Klaus to meet Dave again. Klaus knows nothing about reincarnation or if it was really he and his brothers fault for this, but he'll take the chance anyway. Even if this Dave is blind now.
Part 1 of the Right Back Where We Started (Again) series
Words: 26,417 Chapters: 6/6 Status: Complete
Admist the Chaos by crazynadine
Ten months. Klaus spent ten months in Vietnam, fighting a war he didn't belong in, falling in love with a man he didn't deserve.
The long and convoluted tale about how a time traveling junkie and a disillusioned solider found love amidst the chaos of war....
Words: 87,700 Chapters: 10/10 Satus: Complete
The beginning of something by DoctorProfessorSong @doctorprofessorsong
The Hargreeves siblings find themselves in a future they barely recognize. Their father is alive. Their home is occupied by a mixture of strangers and familiar faces calling themselves The Sparrow Academy. None of them are friendly.
But it's all going to be okay. Five has a plan to restore the timeline. The rest of the siblings just need to sit tight and lay low. Just don't wander off. How hard can that be?
A continuation of the story from S2 because I am impatient for more. This one is gonna get real dark but I promise I am going to give the Hargreeves a happy ending.
Words: 52,548 Chapters: 18/18 Status: Complete
take me out, baby by downpours @fourhargreeves
For someone who spent a decade running from the debts he owed, Klaus spent an alarming amount of time trying to recompense Dave for loving him.
Words: 6,802 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Your Song by eithergayorgayer @yerbluues9
"And you can tell everybody, this is your song."
In which Klaus can play piano and sing and decides to serenate Dave who is watching from above.
Words: 3,578 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Hands by GoldenBones
Late at night after the disco when everyone else is asleep, Klaus kneels at Dave’s bunk and whispers a silent prayer into Dave’s hands. In a rare moment of peace against the harsh Vietnam winter, Klaus holds Dave’s hand against his face and tries to sleep.
Words: 1,640 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Ink and Dirt, Eggs and Orange Juice by HappySeaNinja
It’s a quick job on an overcast day, in and out, smooth like coffee, and the only hitch is in his voice when he says goodbye. There’s dirt under his fingernails, ink on his stomach, and a lingering shot of whisky on his tongue.
Really, it’s all that’s left.
Non-linear moments in Klaus and Dave's relationship across seasons 1 and 2. Please don't read unless you've watched all of season 2 as there are spoilers.
Words: 4,631 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
oh love, i'm there in memories by hellchoirs
"If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again."
Words: 1,536 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
To Have a Home by heterophobe
Dave Katz is a simple man. He values kindness, honesty and strength of character. As someone who is queer and homeless, he also has a fairly substantial distrust of law enforcement.
This is why—when a twig of a man, with kohl-lined eyes and a vibrant pair of purple tights, sprints across the alley-way he’s seated in, skids to a halt at the corner of a dumpster, and balls himself tightly out of view from the street—Dave doesn’t make a move to flag down confused-looking uniformed officers that follow him into the mouth of the alley.
It’s also why—when said officers approach him, and ask him if he’s seen anyone come by—he takes one look at the man’s pleading eyes and shakes his head mournfully. “No, sorry officers.”
OR:
As told through a series of non-linear snapshots, Dave and Klaus come to know one another.
Words: 3,346 Chapters: 2/15 Status: WIP
Dream A Little Dream of Me by idkpeachystuff
"Klaus, thinking back, had always thought that was a strange term. Making love. He wasn't actually certain why. Sex had always felt like...well, sex. Fucking. Nothing entirely special or intimate that he felt had the effect on his heart like nearly everyone had made it seem it should be. And despite how utterly and disgustingly cliché it sounded, that was of course until he met Dave."
Klaus wakes before Dave on their last morning together, on a weekend out in town that is, leaving him with one of his only options to remember everything that had happened the night before and realizing that he was deeply in love, and no matter what, he was never getting out
Words: 3,015 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
projected stars across the night sky by iheardarumor (sonicraptors)
The best nights he’d ever had in his life were spent at his side.
Words: 1,496 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Late Shift at The Umbrella Café by intravenusann @jeffgoldblumsmulletinthe90s
Klaus and Ben have the afternoon shift together almost every day. But not every day are the customers as nice — or as hot! — as this new Dave guy.
Or, in other words, a story where Klaus gets his life together enough to get a boyfriend.
Words: 45,563 Chapters: 6/6 Status: Complete
Need Some Advice by Jenni4
Niki wasn’t used to anyone asking her opinion, so she was surprised when Vina walked into work with an extra energy drink and slid it to her. “Need some advice.”
Niki raised an eyebrow and opened the can and took a big gulp. Vina had been sitting next to her at the call center for exactly two days now. “What makes you think I’m qualified to give anyone advice?”
Vina shrugged out of her jacket and took her seat. “You seem to have your shit together.”
Niki almost choked on her laughter at that one. “That’s so far from the truth but…”
Words: 5,192 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Farewell by JuliusQuasar @juliusquasar and LittleRit @littlerit
Day 20: Shipwrecked
Part 10 of the LittleRit's MerMay Fills 2021
Words: 100 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
a life so demanding by kaijugore @kaijugore
"He was still carrying the war in his heart, how was he supposed to talk about that?"
Ten months. 304 days. 7,300 hours. 438,000 minutes. It would never ever ever be enough time.
Part 1 of the i am (not) afraid to keep on living series
Words: 1,861 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
the sugar rush, the constant hush by kamisado
The scars across his body mark a treasure map of mistakes. Tiny shrapnel scars and rosy-red roadrash, a lifetime of being thrown to the ground by Academy training and the real world. The ivory line tracing across his jaw, almost invisible. The tattoos and the traintracks, the pockmarked puncture wounds scattered like a horrifying constellation across his body.
He’s so tired.
[a klaus s1 character study]
Words: 3,801 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
By The Firelight by keatches @klauzoleum
They share a long look, their lips still tilted in small, secret smiles.
“I’m Dave.” He extends an open palm, skin callous but inviting. Klaus reciprocates with a clap of his own hand against his.
“Klaus.” He tilts forward as the bus jolts, trundling them away to disaster. The briefcase knocks against the heel of his boot, but Klaus absentmindedly nudges it aside.
The five significant times Klaus spoke to Dave. The one time he never will again.
Or, how they fell in love.
Words: 14,681 Chapters: 6/6 Status: Complete
in midnights, in cups of coffee by klausgraves
Dave is just trying to keep his bookstore open, and the stoned hottie that keeps wandering in and talking at the air really, really isn't helping.
Words: 7,316 Chapters: 3/? Status: WIP
Sehnsucht by KimbaSprite @pokemonmasterkimba
Day 26: Longing
What was supposed to be a casual night out takes a turn for the weird when Dave encounters a mysterious stranger stranded on the beach. His sister keeps telling him he needs to meet new people and make connections, so why not with Klaus? Even if he is so attractive that Dave feels he may get sick from nerves alone.
-
“Hey, my eyes are up here. Careful, or you may get lost in them.“ He looks into Klaus’s eyes as instructed and hmm. Yeah, wow.
Klaus bites his lip in a way that is definitely attractive, and Dave wonders if he realizes what he’s doing to him. Probably. Probably. Klaus seems like the kind of person who knows just how powerful they are.
All at once Dave finds himself sympathizing with old-timey sailors; he could see himself risk drowning just for the chance to exist in the same space as Klaus.
Words: 8,585 Chapter: 1/1 Status: Complete
I'll Never Let Them Hurt You (I Promise) by LaceratedLullabies
But whatever apocalyptic future Dave found himself in couldn’t be worse than the present. His world had already ended. - On February 21st 1968, Klaus Hargreeves dies in Vietnam. A heartbroken Dave follows his last connection to the man he loves: a time-travelling briefcase. 50 years out of time, Dave has to deal with a changed world, his aborted grief and a tortured Klaus who doesn't know him yet. Oh, and the impending apocalypse.
Words: 13,851 Chapters:7/? Status: WIP
I Will Follow You by lostonthisisland @distilledspirit
After Dave's death on the front lines of the Vietnam War he's pulled through time to witness important points in Klaus' life.
Was going for a 5+1 format, but it's a bit looser than that. So, in other words, 5 times Dave sees Klaus and 1 time Klaus sees Dave.
Words: 6,693 Chapters: 2/2 Status: Complete
i get down on my knees and pretend to pray by marinersapptcomplex @wavesknowshoress
He was quiet, for once, standing silent and breathing in the air around him. There were tears in his eyes.
Words: 2,044 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Soulmates by Meilena
"Klaus was twelve, as high as a kite, and in fact, did know why his soulmark looked so thin and light."
Everyone has a soulmark, which is where the name of their soulmate resides on the skin of their left forearm. Klaus has one too, only his is a little different.
Words: 853 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
(Feels Like) Heaven by Melivian @melivian
When Klaus wakes up in the afterlife, he can't believe his luck. Somehow, despite his checkered past and wobbly moral compass, he's made it into the Good Place, where he'll spend eternity with his dream soulmate in a dream neighbourhood.
Only there are two problems. The first is that he's pretty sure the architect of this neighbourhood has the wrong person. And if she catches on that Klaus doesn't belong with all the heroes and philanthropists here, he'll be sent to the Bad Place.
The second is that for the residents, this dream is starting to feel a lot like a nightmare...
Part 1 of the I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door series
Words: 23,496 Chapters: 5/28 Status: WIP
Hello, Goodbye by michaelfalls
His eyes stare where Klaus can’t see. His soul goes where Klaus can’t follow.
Words: 2438 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
come on, baby by myeyesarenotblue @myeyesarenotblue
“Dave, my sister has powers,” Klaus says, matter of factly, bobbing his head up and down, “She’s had powers this whole time but my asshole father decided she was too-” and he looks down at the notebook, does finger quotes with one hand, “- 'uncontrollable' and 'dangerous’ to use them.”
“Powers?”
“Yeah.”
“As in- superpowers? ”
“Yeah,” Klaus says, and then- “I have to tell her," and then- "Wanna come with?"
Words: 5,081 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
your fingers weave quick minarets by nerdsandthelike @nerdsandthelike
According to Five, they have an apocalypse to stop in the future and here Klaus is fifty years too early trying to get in the pants of some probably straight GI who Ben keeps reminding him looks like Luther before the protein shakes. Because he’s not Allison, Klaus decides to put that particular observation waaaaaayyy to the side.
Words: 6,615 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
My Heart Is Playing Hide-And-Seek (Wait And Count To Four) by nessbess (orphan_account)
Klaus had spent what felt like a lifetime searching for Dave after he died in 1968. But Dave found him first, long before that. Klaus was five years old the first time he appeared.
Words: 11,908 Chapters: 8/? Status: WIP
Five and Dave's Life Changing (Life Saving) Field Trip by neuronary
The little boy, who Dave could now see was not as little as he’d first thought, shoved a tin mug at him. “Drink this.”
Dave drank. It tasted sickly sweet and slightly citrus-y. “Who are you?”
“Five.” The boy’s scowl deepened at Dave’s confusion. “Klaus’ brother.”
Or, Five saves Dave's life to stop Klaus from moping. From Dave's perspective, a very grouchy, sleep-deprived twelve-year-old kidnaps him and he finds it much more entertaining than he should.
Inspired by Lyviel's 'Fixes to the Timeline'
Words: 1,728 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
breathy on the bits by Nucci @maundering-marauder
“So Fivey, tired of the school boy chic?” Klaus asked with a manic grin, “Because do I have so many ideas for you.”
“As long as it’s warm, I don’t really care.”
“Warm, check” Klaus noted, miming checking a box with his finger, “Any other demands?”
“No sequins,” Five replied and blipped out of the room.
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Or, Five’s tired of wearing the Academy uniform and Klaus offers to help. As is wont to do with the Hargreeves, emotions and miscommunication ensues.
Words: 8,702 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
The Collision of Your Kiss by orphan_account
Klaus spends ten months in Vietnam.
Dave is why.
Words: 4,505 Chapters: 1/1 Status: discontinued
pieces (skin to bone) by orphan_account
The first time Klaus dies, he is thirteen. He dies again at seventeen, eighteen, twenty-four. By his fifth death, he has resigned himself to the blackness that awaits him. Not that he much cares: anything would be better than this, even blissful oblivion, even floating in blackness until his mind decays, and, like Five, he starts seeing people where there aren’t there, falling in love with a mannequin or a fleck of dust in his eye.
-
Dave won't come to Klaus, so Klaus decides to go to him.
Words: 2,128 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
in the mountain of the crouching beast by patrocluus
Dave catches his eye later, when they’re sitting next to each other in the bumpy truck, men jostling into each other on all sides; the corner of his mouth quirks up a little, just enough to make Klaus’ heart jump in his chest. He doesn’t remember the last time someone looked at him like that: like they have a secret to share, and that secret is the most important thing in the world, even if that world seems to be ending around them.
Or: It's 1968, and deep in the A Shau Valley, Vietnam, Klaus meets a man who feels like home.
Words: 8,203 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
in the january rain by phcbosz
And all Klaus has left to prove that any of it happened and wasn’t just one fucked up dream is a pair of bloody dog tags, a tattoo on his arm, and the taste of ash sticking to the roof of his mouth.
Words: 5,226 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Dancing to the Rhythm of a Different Drum by PlaneJane
Klaus escapes from one terror, and finds himself in another: the A Shau Valley, Vietnam, 1968.
"They kissed at midnight, breath heavy with liquor, the first brush of Dave’s lips making Klaus weak at the knees. Giddy at the gentle way Dave took his face in his hands, like Klaus was something precious."
My Klaus and Dave backstory, because the show didn't give me enough.
Words: 1,498 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
His name was Dave by punkspiders
Klaus reflects back upon his time both in the Vietnam War, and with the man he loved more than himself.
Words: 1,654 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
How Not To Propose by RhubarbDuck
His life follows a monotonous routine: wake up, smoke, go to the same shitty grocery store, space out for eight hours and occasionally stock shelves, more drugs, rinse, and repeat.
His life was, at some point, a little more exciting (if exciting meant going on a week-long bender and waking up in a cell with the worst headache he ever experienced). After a couple weeks in jail and the threat of a rehab that he could never attend, he met Dave. Honestly, Klaus couldn’t remember his life before Dave. Dave was kind and understanding and way too put together to be with a fuck up like Klaus, but for whatever reason he seems to love Klaus- or at least he tells him so twice a day.
Or
American Ultra AU
Words: 19,824 Chapters: 5/? Status: WIP
The Moments We Had by RosyPages @thesevenumbrellas
A series of moments between Dave and Klaus as they fall in love during the war.
Words: 2,044 Chapters: 3/8 Status: WIP
In the Dark by runrarebit
So they're back in the past, they're thirteen again, Ben is alive, Vanya doesn't remember, her siblings are suddenly treating her differently, better, and all of a sudden she and Klaus are bonding- Klaus who is still trying to be clean and sober- except things are never easy, are they? There’s their father to contend with, once more alive and at the height of his power over them, and there’s secrets, always secrets, always in danger of getting out, and after their father decides that a clean and sober Klaus is a Klaus that can resume his training Reginald Hargreeves just might not be the scariest man walking the halls of the Umbrella Academy- even if only one person can see him.
The thing about Klaus is that, even trapped, in the dark, he is never alone. Never alone. Never. And the past he's been running from ever since he was a small child might just now be something he can’t escape from.
Words: 61,243 Chapters: 18/18 Status: Hitaus
well, the clock says it's time to close now by rythyme (pugglemuggle)
The first time Klaus falls in love, it's in the middle of a war. Fate really does enjoy cruel irony.
Or, a series of vignettes from the ten months Klaus and Dave spent together in Vietnam.
Words: 3,788 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Fancy Seeing You Here by Saccha @sacchariwrites
Dave miraculously survives being shot in the chest, and is present when Klaus gets in a fight at that vets bar.
Written for EnKlave Fest.
Words: 1,891 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Valentine’s Day in Vietnam by salvador-daley @salvador-daley
A hungover Klaus awakes after a night in the arms of a young man from Dallas
Words: 1.7k Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
In the Dark of the Night by sassmaster_tiresias @i-will-fong-you
The flashlight is still on, peeking out between the folds in Dave’s comforter, and Dave remembers how frantic Klaus had been to turn it on.
He remembers how he couldn’t even really see Klaus when he’d first woken up, his beautiful face obscured by the darkness. Then, he remembers the Christmas lights in Klaus’ room—strung in a haphazard zig-zag up the wall beside his bed, the soft glow that was present every time Dave had been in that room.
“The lights,” he says.
Words: 2,437 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
War is Hell by sauropod @occult-criticality
Klaus' hands were still filthy with dried blood and muck as he fumbled at the clasps, the combination lock on the top. Desperate, blind hope had his heart going a mile a minute. The dial still read that seemingly random set of numbers it had the first time he opened it on the bus, what felt like a lifetime ago.
0213-18-02-1967
“Please.” Klaus choked. “Please work.” He opened the briefcase.
Words: 80,813 Chapters: 21/? Status: WIP
New and Familiar by Snabby
If you told Dave a year ago that he had a loving (if a bit crazy) boyfriend, in a relationship which he didn’t have to hide, he wouldn’t have believed you. Although that thought isn’t as crazy in comparison to being in the future and the fact that his boyfriend, can not only see ghosts but was raised in a crazy cult-like superhero family.
In Dave’s opinion, the oddest thing out of the whole family is Five
So he was a little shocked and confused when Five popped in front of him.
“I need you to get a decent fucking cup of coffee” shoving his little finger in Dave’s face
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Or Klaus and Dave pretend to be Five's parents so the poor little dude can get coffee
Words: 1967 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
It's a Piece of Cake to Bake a Pretty Cake by StardustInYourEyes
Prompt: Flour fight in the kitchen Klaus and Dave's attempt at making a cake
Words: 2,535 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
i just wish that you were here, now by sapphictomaz
Immediately after the Season One finale, Klaus finds himself back in 1968, and is forced to so some soul-searching while dealing with the rest of his siblings and the memories he has of Dave from the first time around.
Title from "Wish You Were Here" by Marianas Trench.
Words: 4,055 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
face to face (and a thousand miles apart) by shadowlancer_95 @shadowsofmoonracer
His strides were long, and shaky as he stumbled through the darkness, relying on the barest threads of memory to Allison’s house. The cut on his lip stung in the cold night air, his throbbing cheekbone a mere shadow of the agony in the hollow cavity where his heart used to be.
Or,
Klaus, after his second (and most disastrous) meeting with Dave.
Words: 1,799 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
i wore his jacket for the longest time by sharkhette
So, maybe Klaus wasn’t in his right frame of mind. Maybe he hadn’t been for a long time. But Dave was dead, and that meant Klaus should be able to conjure him, one way or another. The traditional method of cleaning up his act and sitting around to wait hadn’t worked, so it was time to get imaginative.
Klaus just wants to see Dave again, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen, no matter the cost. Includes conversations with Ben, Diego, God, a surly preacher, and gratuitous references to certain MCR songs.
Words: 7,252 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
His oxygen belongs to Death by Sophiethegeek
He can almost taste their bloodlust on his tongue, feel their rage heavy in his breastbone. They’re bad today, and it’s safe to say he’s having a very bad day as a result. Each swipe is sending icy pain across his skin, making him shiver. God, he’s cold.
He closes his eyes, pretending not to hear the faint roar of the snarling, crying, screeching mass around him. Why did he think sobriety was a good idea? Christ on a cracker, this fucking sucked.
Or: After hopping around time, and returning to the day of the apocalypse that never was, Klaus falls apart slowly, then all at once.
Words: 91,661 Chapters: 8/? Status: WIP
Love You, Sugar by spaceysev
There’s a reason Klaus can’t listen to Total Eclipse of the Heart anymore, and it’s got everything to do with the only man who was ever allowed to call him Sugar.
Words: 3,828 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
musical preference by sourcheeks
“Of course you don’t like country.”
“I never said that,” Klaus replied diplomatically, even though it was true.
Words: 227 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Wings of Feathers and Wax by TerezFox8989
A look at the morning after their first time.
Hell, he always considered it a personal victory if he could put a name to a face after, which had suited him just fine. Sex had always had a means to an end, he used and was used; drugs, food, sleep, alcohol. But never this...not mornings after wrapped up in each other talking about family.
Words: 1,534 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
One Night in Saigon by terracotta_heartbreak
They're drunk, they're in a Saigon Hotel, and Klaus is smoking on the bed, but that's nothing new. But it's such an odd thing to be alone together, that doe-eyed strange man who never made sense here, and the soldier who'd fallen for him, for all those eccentricities. How are you meant to make sense of each other in the 60s, in that musky haze of war, drugs and the sounds of political blues rock?
Words: 2,011 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Just One in Thousands by TheArchaeologist @ancientstone
Take the idea that Five is followed by all his victims from his time at the Commission, and take the idea that Five is responsible for Dave’s death, and what do you get?
Pain.
Pain is what you get.
Words: 1,351 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Dancing with a Ghost by TheBestofEverything
"Would you like to share this dance with me?" Dave asked quietly.
"I'd love to," Klaus smiled as he took Dave's hand in his.
(Klaus is finally sober, and he conjures Dave.)
Words: 664 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Bad Enough for You by thehoundisdead
Dave can be bad. He doesn’t want to be but he can. He wants to spoon Klaus; to gather him up tight enough against his chest to hold all of his pieces together, to let him relax for once. He wants to take a bath with him and shampoo his hair and make him breakfast in bed and wrap him up in his softest blanket. But that’s not what Klaus wants, at least not yet. Dave has a strong suspicion that Klaus has never been treated softly by a partner. So, bad boy.
based on the song bad enough for you by all time low
Words: 8,757 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
The Way Light Swallows Shadows by TheSevenUmbrellas (RosyPages) @thesevenumbrellas
Dave is a vampire hunter who has never hunted a vampire in his life. Klaus is a vampire made for a war that ended before he was even born. When ten years of peace are put at risk after the death of a hunter, they’re both faced with the possibility that maybe the war isn’t over after all. Separated from their respective sides, Dave and Klaus have no other option but to depend on each other to get home before a war can tear their lives apart.
Words: 5,932 Chapters: 2/24 Status: WIP
Tag, You're It by totallyevan @totallyevan
Dating in Vietnam was never easy. Klaus and Dave have to watch out for everything, but thankfully they know their way around the system. Things escalate quickly and the only witness is the moon.
Words: 11,116 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
something so magic about you (so tragic about you) by Tremble
Snippets of their live in Vietnam or Dave slowly finding out that Klaus is nowhere near ordinary. --- This was originally suppose to be a 5+1 thing, but uh that didn't happen. oops
Words: 6,625 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
21.02.1960 by Uglyfrogboi
It was funny how time worked, how it was both only a couple of weeks ago yet it was also exactly nine years in the future. Why is he mourning a day that hasn’t technically happened yet? It’s a simple answer really, that was the day he thinks he last felt anything other than that horrible, thick, smothering, emptiness that seems to follow him around. Today, nine years from now, is the day that his world ended.
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How Klaus deals with being dropped in the past, ten days before the anniversary of Dave's death.
Words: 3494 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
you're getting on my (optic) nerves by untrustworthyglitch
Klaus Hargreeves is many things. He's a former child superhero, an estranged brother, a drug addict, a frequent flyer at the local rehab facility. He can talk to the dead and never seems to die and loves a good thunderstorm.
He's also blind, but he wasn't always.
Part 1 of the blind!klaus (hazy, but hopeful) series
Words: 6,375 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
Scarlet Song by UrsaCentum(phantomviola) @flecket
Klaus isn’t a big fan of Hell.
drabble written for TUA AUgust 2021 Day 25: Angel/Demon
Part 6 of the Ursa's AUgust Fills 2021 series
Words: 100 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
never felt so high (think i'm coming down) by wewhofightmonsters
“Dave,” he whispers, and he leans down to press a kiss, light as a summer breeze, to Dave’s forehead, “Dave, I’m a fucking idiot. I love you back. I love you back.” And as he says it, he knows it to be true, and that small, closed up part of him that has languished in the dark and the constant haze of drugs, unfurls and stretches out towards the light. “I love you back,” he says again, in wonder.
(Klaus and Dave, and second chances)
Words: 24,536 Chapters: 8/? Status: WIP
Curl Conditioner by wormbcy @nastyworm
Klaus tidies up his supplies and puts it all back in the cabinet, and then hums to himself in thought.
"Hey Dave, space for another in there?"
Words: 6,524 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete
would it be enough (if I could never give you peace) by ZJpotter
The Hargreeves' and their sixties love.
Chapter 2: Klaus, bugs, and the definiton of home.
Words: 2,909 Chapters: 2/2 Status: Complete
#klave#klaus hargreeves#dave katz#tua#the umbrella academy#fic rec#Happy new year noelle! May 2021 be filled with klave!
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I guess it’s time for a pinned post,,
Hello! My name is ALBEOLAMBDA, but you can also call me Martina. I’m an Italian 17 year old and am currently obsessed with Deltarune.
READ MY CARRD BEFORE INTERACTING!!
https://albeolambda.carrd.co
Recommended age to view my posts is 16+.
If you are someone my mutuals have blocked, I will very likely block you as well.
I don’t do art requests; Art trades are for mutuals only; Commissions are closed, They’ll be open once I turn 18.
I reblog a lot!! Make sure to check the #art tag on my profile if you wanna see all my artworks!
pls pls pls be patient w me, i have EUPD, if I don’t answer you it’s probably bc i’m either in therapy or need to put my phone away to calm down bc. eupd episodes poopy!!!! they suck. a lot aha. unless you want to be screamed at idk /J JOKE JOKINGS JSKFLRL
I do not condone art criticism in any way, nor my characters/artworks being compared to others. Please do not overlook my hard work.
ASKS AND ANON ASKS ARE CLOSED! (i never get any anyway ayy lmao)
1 - If you knew me from a previous fandom, forget about that person. It’s not me anymore. Please don’t ask me “were you [insert nickname]?” I’m not. I probably left the fandom you found me in because of trauma. I’m ALBEOLAMBDA now. Nothing else. Any asks about this will be deleted and the anon will be blocked.
2 - If one was to go on anon to insult me or bully me or just be rude to me not only they’re a coward and should say things to my face, they’ll also be blocked. if that’s what you came to do here gtfo my page you’re not welcome here 😁👍
3 - Requests of Art trades, Art requests and Commissions must be done off anon. I’ll answer to your ask and toss you a message!
4 - Talk about my version of the deltarune cast, ask me headcanons, or give them a request! I might draw a doodle to go with your answer ;)
5 - If you give yourself a codename on your anon I will tag it in my post!! And you might even earn a title of #favorite anon if I like you ;P No challenge on who’s nicer though! Being nice is only the least you could do c:
Check out my tags!
#lambda’s wips - WIPs
#lambda.txt - Rambling
#lambda’s pals - Mutuals (plus, to me, Mutuals=friends!!!)
#lambda’s specials - Gift art
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What about art credit?
Art credit is obligatory and a link to my profile is very encouraged, but not obligatory. You may use my art as your PFP, with credit in your bio, you may dub my comics, with credit in video AND description, but you may NOT repost it anywhere, even with credit. You may inspire yourself to some of my artworks, but please put a link to the post you inspired yourself from! I’ll even reblog it, I’m so happy when I can be an inspiration for somebody.
That’s all for now!!
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(RE) I N T R O D U C I N G — lilahswriting
Hey besties, welcome to lilahswriting, or welcome back. This blog has been through a major overhaul and I have too, personally speaking. My name is Delilah and I’m a writer. I try to say that with as much conviction as possible and hope that it will inspire me to actually write every now and then. I hope to share some of that writing with you on this blog.
G E T T O K N O W dee (or lilah)
I think the best way to really get to know me is to stay tuned because the only thing I can accurately promise you about myself is that I’m not what anyone expects of me, myself included. That said though, here are the basics:
my friends and family either call me Lilah or Dee, both of which you are free to call me as well.
she/her and 21
still a gemini sun / virgo moon / libra rising — that hasn’t changed since my last intro post so make of that what you will
occasional poet
i procrastinate a lot and write very little but i’m trying to change that ratio
my multifandom sideblog can be found here for all sorts of chaos
other than writeblr stuff, you can expect me to reblog poetry and information about stuff that’s important to me
W O R K S in progress
The Enigma Club [still a working title] — a contemporary fantasy novel that follows Aphea King, a newly-of-age witch who turns out to be the first Curse Bearer in centuries, as she unearths the consequences of great power and the Dark history of her ancestors.
[Untitled HP Fanfic] — all I will say about this is that it is coming very soon and its not about who you think its about.
I also have a few one shots in progress for different fandoms so keep an eye on this blog and my ao3 (also lilahswriting) to see if you find something you like.
If you would like to be included on any tag lists, feel free to send me an ask (off anon) and I’ll add you to it.
T A G G I N G index
potentials triggers will always be tagged in the format [trigger] tw
all shitposts, etc. will be tagged as little talks
anything pertaining to my wips will be tagged with its title
all original writing content will be tagged *lilahswriting
That’s all I got for you at this time but wip intros will be coming soon. I’d love to have you if you’re willing to come along for the chaos.
#writeblr#writeblr intro#writeblr introduction#writeblr community#new writeblr#writers of tumblr#wip intro#wip introduction#wtwcommunity#writing community#writers on tumblr#awegust#harry potter#hp
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