#you know when your fingernails aren’t doing it justice

[starlit-eudemonia]

I loved this.

Hand kisses with Touchstarved LIs

Let's hope you're not the actual Touchstarved Mc, because that would fuck shit up. This may be a little bit OOC, but I just felt like writing. Also I do not ever EVER write, so why did i do this????

The inside of your wrist

He's a wrist guy, he loves kissing the inside of your wrist. He keeps giving them all the time whether you're in a public setting or sharing an intimate moment. In public, usually, it's just a sweet peck on the inside of your wrist while gently intertwining your fingers. But when the two of you are alone he takes it a step further, sometimes even playfully nibbling on your sensitive skin. You always feel him smiling against your wrist while doing so.

The back of your hand

Though it may appear quite formal to others, it's his way of showing his admiration for you. He's very polite and follows a well-practiced routine for these hand kisses. It begins with a bow, his hand reaching for yours and lifting it to his lips. His eyes lock onto yours, silently asking for permission. Only then does he grant a tender kiss upon your hand. No matter how many times this ritual has been repeated, he's committed to doing it again and again.

Your knuckles

Knuckle kisser here, you can't change my mind. Even though he heals quickly after fights and his knuckles have no bruises, he still sees them kind of intimidating. So he just likes yours, because it's the same body part but still so gentle compared to his. He plants loving kisses on your knuckles and enjoys tracing his fingers along them, just feeling the texture of your soft skin. When you're alone this after-session can take several minutes.

Your palm

Beware of the dog. The dog will bite! Do not ever trust this man. Especially at night, he likes the sensation of your palms and fingers caressing his lovely face, occasionally leaning into your touch. You might believe your gestures are lulling him to sleep, but again do not trust him! Just as you lower your guard, he surprises you by biting on your palm. (His favorite spot is the Venus mount!) I'd like to say it's just a gentle bite, but it probably hurts like hell, so I hope you're into it!

The back of your fingers

I think they're someone who doesn't typically interlock their fingers with yours when you hold hands. Instead, they prefer to hold the tips of your fingers or just sweetly intertwine your pinkies. This works just fine, as they have the perfect angle to raise your fingers gently to their lips, planting a brief kiss upon them whenever you're on the move. Their touch is confident, but he is NOT. Don't expect this in front of others.

[aheckinmess]

(One-Shot series 2/3 - regularly updated every Saturday. Toshinori fanart used in title card was created by @yokkisu! You should go follow! There's great stuff over there!)

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Tags: Toshinori Yagi, All Might, Toshinori x OC, All Might x OC, Smol Might, All Might is a Ray of Sunshine, I Just Want Smol Might to Eat, Symbol of Peace to the Rescue, Damsel in Distress, Oh Wait She Saved Herself, Well Kinda, Endeavor is An Electric Blanket

Word Count: 2,759 words

Summary: When someone catches wind that Ichijiku is All Might’s love interest, she’s taken hostage and on a time table, buried underground. While she struggles to remain calm and try to escape, All Might must not only fight the villain, but also pull a confession of her location from him; if the villain refuses, will the Symbol of Peace fail to save the one person who’s life matters most to him?

Chapter 2: The Underworld

Ichijiku (Tigress)

Knowing Toshinori and All Might are one and the same shakes my world, but ultimately isn’t too overwhelming once I get used to it. In fact, it makes some things a little easier whenever he has to leave abruptly or how he only has to give me a certain look and I know plans have to change. However, it’s not until a tanned hand slaps around my mouth and I’m pulled against a taut chest that I realize exactly why Toshinori kept it a secret for so long.

I try screaming through my nostrils and my muscles push against the person behind me in a flight response, trying to escape. A deep voice growls in my ear.

“You’re All Might’s girl, aren’t you?”

I bite his hand in response.

“Easy now,” He grunts, fingernails digging into my cheeks and making me grit my teeth. “If you want an easier death, you’d better comply.”

You’re a dumbass if you think I’m going quietly. I think, but I nod as I wrack my mind for strategies to escape this situation. Forcing deep breaths into my lungs, I make myself remain calm. When his grip loosens, I only get a glimpse of two golden eyes before the world spins into darkness.

. . . . .

All Might’s smile lights up the streets as he scans the city for trouble. He’s starting to learn that with his injury, he doesn’t have as much time patrolling as he used to, but he’s too stubborn to take it lying down. He alternates between walking and encouraging citizens with floating across the skies to remain vigilant for danger.

A bank alarm shrieks a block from his location and he speeds off in a flash of blue. It appears to be a typical robbery, something easy for the robust hero to put a stop to. He’s got four men and their bags of money outside the bank when one of them speaks, fighting his restraints.

“You…ergh! You have no idea what’s in store for you, All Might!”

“Hahaha! Perhaps not, villain, but I know that justice is in store for you!” His iconic smile stays cemented in place as red and blue lights dance in his vision.

“I wonder what your precious girlfriend has in store for her?” The man snarls, lifting his head with a vicious grin.

“Girlfriend? Ha! What gave you such an idea?”

“You can’t hide that shit from me. My boss has already looked into it. You can act like you don’t know who I’m talking about all you want to, but it’ll only make her die faster.”

A menacing blue glow emanates from All Might’s eyes as he tilts his head down towards the villain, face now shrouded in shadow. He grips the front of the man’s shirt and pulls him up to his face.

“What are you playing at, fiend? Who do you work for and where is she?” He growls, making all four men cower under his gaze. Even the man he’s talking to loses his smirk and trembles in his grasp.

“G-Got your attention now, d-do I?” He scoffs, trying to brush off his intimidation.

“Where is she?” All Might repeats.

“Why should I tell you?”

All Might pulls the man away from the wall and then slams his back into the brick building. He doesn’t utter a word, only glares at him and waits for an answer.

“I’m not obligated to tell you anything, Big Man. Catfish has the location hidden. Even if you could fly up and find her, she’d be dead by the time you got there.”

All Might’s heart stops momentarily in his chest as menace drips from his aura.

“Where is your boss, then?”

“He’s waiting for you in the Roppongi district.”

Close to my agency. All Might leaps from the scene as the police officers arrive, promising explanations and leaving bank tellers to give the rest of the account. When he coughs up a handful of blood, he knows he’s in trouble. I’m going to need help on this. Ichijiku needs me.

As he floats across the city towards his agency, he’s on his phone.

“Endeavor Agency, this is Endeavor speaking.” The familiar voice of his rival huffs.

“Endeavor! This is All Might. I need your help in the Roppongi district immediately. This is an emergency!” He keeps his smile in his voice, but the panic can’t be helped. Not when his reason for living could die at any minute.

“All Might!” He wonders just how hard Endeavor is clenching his jaw to keep from saying some quippy remark. “I’ll be there soon. Is there anything I should know before I reach your location?”

“It’s Catfish.”

. . . . .

When I open my eyes, I’m trapped. Darkness surrounds me and breathing is difficult. As I start moving to feel around for my surroundings, my shoulders and legs bump against hard wood. Panic settles inside me as I reach above me to feel the same thing.

I’ve been buried alive! That bastard buried me down here. How am I going to get out?! Am I going to die down here? The more frantic my thoughts, the more frantic my breathing. As soon as I realize this, I close my eyes - not that it makes a big difference - and inhale deeply, holding for a moment, and then exhale. I can get out of here. I just can’t panic. Toshinori will find me, but I have to find a way out of this coffin first. The box is made of wood, so it’s not metal or anything reinforced that we can’t break.

I remember reading an article somewhere about tying my shirt around my head to keep dirt particles out of my face. Though it’s a tight space, with steady breaths and a stubborn disposition, I wriggle out of my shirt and tie it around my head. I brace my back against the box and kick the top above me.

There’s no telling how long I work at it. My bones shiver with despair and I worry this will all be for nothing as it becomes harder and harder to breathe. But then a loud crack encourages me to redouble my efforts. When I shove harder with all the strength in my legs and dirt starts pouring in, I have to remind myself to keep my breath steady.

I shove all the falling dirt down to the empty space at my feet, slowly making my way to a seated position as loose earth continues to rain upon me. When I can finally stand, I let the remaining dirt compile under my feet, and shove the rest out of the coffin. When I finally breach through the surface, I can see the colorful world filtered in the blue fabric of my shirt.

I untie my shirt and pull it down to more clearly see my surroundings; tears trickle down my cheeks as I locate a ledge I can reach. Clawing the edge of it, I hoist myself up and haul myself out of the hole.

The metal ends of five guns swivel in my direction and take away all the breath I’ve just earned.

. . . . .

“I thought you’d put this guy away months ago!” Endeavor roars, focusing on minimizing collateral damage while All Might fights a dark-haired man.

It’s been a minute since the fight started and Endeavor can see Catfish is already winded. The only thing in his favor is his quirk. With the ability to manipulate tectonic plates, minor earthquakes cause the number two hero to help civilians and avoid as much damage as possible while All Might fights.

Regardless of the wild goose chase, All Might has Catfish restrained in minutes.

“Where did you put her?” He grounds out, fighting against every murderous urge in his body.

“What’s it matter to you?” Catfish grins broadly even as he trembles under the large man’s gaze. “She’s dead by now anyway. You can only last two hours tops when you’re buried alive.”

Buried alive?! No. No, no, no! All Might’s face gives him away. Agony flashes across his features, and Endeavor speaks up to cover for him.

“If she’s dead now, then why keep her location a secret? You seem proud of your work, then show it to us.” He says.

“You’d be surprised how many isolated parks there are in Tokyo to hide dead bodies in. All it took was a keen observer to choose the right one.” Catfish taunts.

All Might slams a fist into his face, knocking out the villain as he restrains him.

“What did you do that for?!” Endeavor barks.

“I know the park. I know exactly where she’s at. Hurry!” All Might takes off, speeding off as Endeavor stubbornly attempts to keep up with him.

“How do you know?”

“Odaiba Seaside Park. It’s the only place Ichijiku and I could have been seen together recently.” He grunts at himself, doubling his pace as the world flashes by in a blur of color. “I’m so stupid! She’s going to die because of me!”

“Not with both of us on the scent.”

. . . . .

“Catfish! What are we supposed to do if the girl makes it out before All Might gets here?!” One of the gunmen speaks into an earpiece.

When another pair of arms grip mine, instinct takes over. I did not work this hard to be trapped again! I yawn, exaggerating the sound to make it louder and more potent, even as the cost of my action wreaks havoc on my throat.

Their bodies drop around me, fast asleep in a circle. As much as I want to take the time and bask in my freedom, I don’t have the luxury. I take only one minute to realize I know this park, before the sound of dogs barking in the distance sends me running.

“The dogs will find her!” I hear a voice call. “The rest of you search the park!”

Where do I go? I don’t have my phone so I can’t let Toshi know I’m safe. But I need to find somewhere to hide until he can get here. Up a tree. The idea seems the most likely to keep me hidden so long as I put some distance between the dogs and my captors. I drive my toes into the dirt, pushing my asthmatic lungs to keep going so I can make headway.

When I see a small pond, I rush over and slide into the murky water despite the frigid temperature. It seems a small price to pay for another chance at life. I hold my breath and duck under the surface before coming back up and hearing the pack of dogs closing in.

I swim downstream a little bit before hopping out and sprinting again. My poor lungs burn for oxygen, but I make a mental promise to them that they can breathe all they want to when we’re safe. A large ginkgo tree comes into sight and gives me the remaining motivation to push my legs harder across the grass.

Since I’ve been scaling trees since I was small, the hardest part of climbing is just getting to the lowest branch. I leap and hug the tree with my arms and legs, channeling Toshinori and forcing myself to use every muscle to its full potential. Once I’m secured on the lowest branch, it’s smooth sailing. I pant and wheeze as I ascend higher and higher, until the limbs feel too flimsy to hold me anymore.

I hug the limb I’m laying on, keeping my eyes trained across the expanse of the park. I shudder when the dogs come into view.

. . . . .

All Might catches sight of the disturbed earth quickly, hope alighting in his eyes when he sees five unconscious bodies surrounding the open circle.

“This is a sign she used her quirk! She must have escaped–” All Might barely gets the words out when he hears dogs barking across the park.

“Hurry! They must be chasing after her!” Endeavor warns.

The Symbol of Peace reaches the men and their dogs in seconds, shocking them when he moves faster than they can think. All Might uses the leashes on the dogs to simultaneously restrain their handlers and keep the pups from going anywhere.

“ICHAN!” He calls across the park, scouring the trees, the pond, the vast expanse of grass before them. “I’m here! Where are you?!”

Nothing. He uses his strength and jumps through the air, turning this way and that to get a good look among the horizon while Endeavor searches along the ground with a calmer head to help with focus.

When Endeavor finds footprints near a pond, he doesn’t voice his discovery at first. He follows the stream downwards, thinking she must have tried to cover her scent and gain distance. He grins when he’s proven correct as another pair of footprints shows up further down the stream.

The prints lead him to a group of trees, where he looks around for hiding places on the ground while All Might scours the sky. He’s bending at the bough of a gingko tree when a drop of water makes the flames on his hair sizzle. Rain? He looks up.

And there she is.

. . . . .

My eyes close as I listen for dogs and villains alike. Fire swims through my aching muscles while the freezing weather numbs my skin. Dogs keep barking for what feels like hours before I hear a new sound.

“ICHAN!”

All Might’s voice echoes in the distance, there’s no mistaking it. I barely crack my eyelids as I try and search for him. A flash of orange follows the pondstream below, getting closer to me. A flash of red floats upwind above the trees, moving a little slower as it tries to find me.

“All Might…” I whimper, throat crusty and torn. I turn back to the orange growing brighter and looking more like flames the closer it gets. I suddenly understand. “Endeavor…”

When the flame hero reaches my tree, I try to move. My limbs, numb and cold, refuse even to twitch. Water drips from my shirt until I see him look up at me. Please… I want to say. I’m right here. Help. His eyes meet mine and I know I’ll be safe.

Thump. I blink and All Might hangs onto the base of my tree, looking me over.

“Ichan!” His eyes glisten as he takes my limp body in his arms and hops from the tree to the ground. “I thought you were dead.” He whispers, squeezing me close.

“I…am…here…” I squeak out, my lips twitching when I see him so distraught. I’ll be your smile when you don’t have the strength to find it.

A strangled laugh escapes him before he repositions me.

“Endeavor, she’s freezing. I’m trusting you to keep her warm while I lead the police here.” He offers me out to Endeavor, before kissing my forehead. “I’ll be right back, I swear. Hold out until then.”

Warmth floods every nerve ending and thaws me as Endeavor’s body and quirk heat sinks into my skin. I sigh and shudder, slowly starting to bend my fingers the more I feel able.

“Good. Try flexing your toes, too.” He encourages.

“You’re like…giant…” I grunt, eyes rolling around as the world tilts. “Giant campfire…”

“Hey, stay awake. We want to make sure you can give a testimony to the police, okay?” Endeavor explains.

“But I’m so tired…” I whine, head lilting back. He moves his arm and it’s tilted back up.

“I know, but you’ve got to stay awake. If you start falling asleep because I’m too warm, I’ll be forced to let you get cold again.”

“You’re much ruder than I’d expect an electric blanket to be.” I huff.

“I’ve been told something like that a time or two.”

“It’s okay…dun conform…” I yawn and pat his arm. “To stereotypes.”

When All Might finally returns, it’s with a posse of medical personnel and police officers. A bright light shines in my eye and I’m asked a multitude of questions, all of which I’m able to answer.

The questioning ends and they set me on a stretcher and tuck me into the back of an ambulance. All Might assures me around a cough that he’ll meet me at the hospital, which I only allow because of the blood I see on his hand. But before he can leave, I call out for him one last time.

“All Might?”

“Yes?”

“Please don’t charge me an ice cream fee. I swear it wasn’t my fault.” 

Continue Reading -> Ch. 3

[latertate-r]

hi!!! how r u? hope ur great xx. i've been thinking about the skinny dippin hc lately, i was wondering if u could do a fic or just more hc with kai. ty! ! ( *︾▽︾)

Skinny Dipping with Kai (18+)

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, TUMBLR HATES TO TELL ME WHEN I HAVE ASKS I GUESS >:( ANYWAY, I hope I did it justice, enjoy!!

Warnings/tags: Kai. Degrading, intercrural, light choking, tell me if I forgot anything!!

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The shithead had dunked you. You didn’t even have time to prepare before your head was forced into the water, subsequently going up your nose.

You surfaced and spluttered the water out, feeling the chlorine sting, and glare at the cause of your suffering. He was holding back a laugh. Bitch. Whatever, you thought to yourself as you swam to the ladder and climbed out.

“Oh come on, y/n. It was funny!” He scowled at you ditching him. You didn’t say anything back, simply ignoring him instead of giving him any satisfaction. That was a mistake. He scoffed and climbed out as well and you tried to keep your eyes from wandering downwards.

Needless to say you fail, and he definitely notices.

Kai simply walks over to the pool chairs where the towels were set and grabs one. He didn’t wrap himself with it though, no, he came back to where you stood and knelt down, starting to dry you off.

“Kai I can do it myse-“ “Don’t you fucking move.” You’d be lying if you said that didn’t do something to you. He continued toweling you off, working his way higher up your legs. You tried to hide how obviously worked up you were but to no avail.

You could see Kai smirk as he paid no mind and dried your hips instead. You huffed and rolled your eyes and you felt him stop, instead grabbing your hips like he was determined to leave bruises. “You have to be quiet.” He dug his fingernails in slightly to feel you wince before he finally put his hands where you wanted them.

You took in a shaky breath and he lightly ghosted over you before adding more pressure and speed. You’d been worked up practically the entire time you both had been swimming, getting to watch his muscles move as he swam, sneaking secretive glances at… other places.

“I saw you, you know. My loyal follower looking at me like a piece of meat, god you’re nothing but a little slut, aren’t you? I bet you’ve wanted this for a long time…” He moved closer to nip at your thighs as his hand moved faster.

All you could do was nod, you had to cover your mouth or you’d be a noisy mess, and you feared he’d stop if you broke his command. Unluckily for you, he did stop, standing in front of you like he’s never heard of personal space. He probably hasn’t.

“I know what you want. But you’ll have to do without it this time.” Kai had a smarmy grin on his face as he moved his hand to spread your thighs apart. He gave his neglected cock a few pumps and pulled you closer so you were chest to chest. He slotted his dick between your thighs and shuddered lightly.

You decided you’re going to take that as a compliment.

Kai grunted as he started fucking your thighs, hands holding your hips, and you have to hold back a whimper of your own as you feel his dick rubbing against your sensitive spots. God, he was so close to where you wanted him but he just had to be a tease this time.

He snaked his hands further and gripped your ass, practically pulling you and using your thighs as a fleshlight. “You’re going to cum from this or you won’t at all, once I’m done you won’t get another chance today.” Kai all but growled out. Fucking asshole.

You squeezed your thighs tighter together to get some more friction. What you didn’t expect was the shaky moan that it pulled from him, tipping his head back and scrunching his brows together. He quickly composed himself and moved a hand up to your neck, lightly squeezing.

“Now, that was impolite, don’t you think?” His grip tightened and you felt the dizzying pleasure creep into your head. Kai leaned in and captured your lips in a hungry kiss, tongue immediately roaming your mouth and stealing your remaining breath away. When you parted he released your neck and you could feel how close you were to tipping over the edge.

You decided to try your luck and tightened your thighs again, getting the last bit of pressure you needed before your orgasm ran through you like waves, making a mess of yourself and Kai. He choked back another moan when your legs clenched deliciously around his cock once again, leaning his head against the crook of your neck. You could feel his hips stutter against you for a few more thrusts and his dick twitch between your thighs as he came, shuddering breaths leaving him.

“…Fuck,” He finally said when he caught his breath. “You have to go skinny dipping with me again.” Kai squeezed your waist and smiled when you replied, “Any time, Divine Ruler.”

[inhonoredglory]

Run Away from Me: A Levi Meta

The core of this meta is to show that, IMHO, Levi’s violence against Historia in Chapter 56 is his emotional fallout from the torture of Sannes, as well as his own guilt at the person he had become. Coming from having only watched the anime, I personally found this placement in the manga of the Historia scene right after both the torture sequence and the Reeves Company alliance as incredibly meaningful, especially for Levi’s character and his emotional journey.

Levi is an immensely compassionate person, someone who wants to aspire to the “unimaginably altruistic” life of Erwin Smith (Isayama, SNK Encyclopedia). So how would this torture he had to inflict affect him? Because imagine for a second: This is the man who was the only one to truly react with horror and sadness at the knowledge that they’d been killing human beings all this time when they fought Titans. This is the man who went out of his way to ally with the Reeves Company in order to answer the Trost townspeople’s woes:

In Chapter 53, Levi is confronted with blatantly disrespectful Trost merchants who think the Survey Corps haven’t done enough to save their town. It’s the everyday things that burden these people—taxes, thieves, putting food on the table. Levi doesn’t once shoot back at them for their criticism. Instead, he listens. And then he spots a woman at the side of a merchant’s stall. She’s holding a baby and her eyes burn into Levi’s. She holds his attention while above him, the merchants continue their tirade. I think Levi’s thinking of his mother here: like this woman, she was a single parent raising a child in a city that is not unlike Trost now, a town abandoned and forgotten by society, poor and struggling. That child reminds Levi of himself, and this time, Levi can do something about it.

This is why Levi goes out of his way to ally with the Reeves Company. Levi and Dimo share a long, deep conversation, demonstrating that Levi’s alliance with them is more personal than merely the company’s strategic value. Dimo Reeves called Levi an “awkward yet kind man.” He goes on the say that Levi will “protect us and the barely-alive District of Trost, even though he doesn’t really have to.” This is Levi answering that townsperson’s accusation that “you in the Survey Corps aren’t working hard enough.” Levi entrusts to the Reeves Company the responsibility to bring the town out of poverty in the new world the SC will create. That’s his compassion, that’s his care, that’s his humility. That’s how he values the lives of people, not just by defeating Titans, but valuing their livelihoods. “A man like that must have come from absolutely nothing,” concludes Dimo.

This is the same Levi we find torturing Sannes.

In Chapter 55, the torture of Sannes happens because of the horrors Hange saw inflicted on Minister Nick. It is Hange’s passion for avenging Nick that drives the torture sequence, their anger at the tortures that had happened under the MP’s First Squad that motivates the payback inflicted by Hange and Levi. Levi’s violence is done, not out of his own desire, but primarily Hange’s. This is not to say that Levi was guiltless or without responsibility for Sannes’s torture; on the contrary, his actions weigh heavily on him, as will be discussed. But it’s interesting to note that out of all the tortures they did, breaking Sannes’ nose was the only retribution all Levi’s own (in reaction to Sannes’ justification of a series of horrific things the MPs had committed).

I also find it relevant that after everything they had done to Sannes, Levi was still visibly shocked at Hange’s overreaction to Sannes’ hesitation to answer their first real question. Because in Levi’s mind, everything they had done up to that point wasn’t torture—in one sense. It was instead a like-for-like payback for the horrors Sannes had inflicted on Nick. Note that it was Levi who had to pull Hange out of the emotional distraction of Nick’s death in Chapter 52, the same emotional distraction that drives Hange to overzealous violence here.

There’s an interesting parallel in what happens next with what Levi had gone through with Annie earlier. Levi threatened Annie with torture of her real body and said he enjoyed intimidating her as she was bound and trapped. Sannes confessed that for him, he enjoyed violence and tormenting the helpless—so why should he complain if these torturers, Hange and Levi, are the same as him? It’s a subtle parallel, but it’s a relevant theme in SNK that everyone, on all sides, are devils and monsters. Or as Sannes says later, “The world will always have people like us.” People who are violent, people who are lunatics, people who condemn themselves and get their hands dirty for the sake of some higher “good.” Sannes’ accusation isn’t lost on Levi, because this is the same Levi who looked at a struggling mother in a forsaken city and did something about it.

Justified violence is still violence. So what if Annie deserved to have her limbs cut off, time and time again, without relief of death? So what if Sannes deserves to have his fingernails torn off, one by one, without even a question put to him? They had, after all, inflicted death and untold horrors on innocent people. But does justice look like this? Does the name of justice absolve your hands from actions this ugly?

Morality is complicated. And Levi is the first to tell you that he doesn’t know how to slice it. “I’m not telling you what’s right or wrong. I certainly don’t know what is” (Chapter 59).

So now in Chapter 56, we come to the scene with Historia, right on the heels of that torture. The first red flag for me went up when Levi realizes he has “forgotten” to tell his squad about Historia’s true bloodline. It’s not that he didn’t intend to tell them, it’s not that he was not supposed to tell them. (Unlike, say, the entire Female Titan arc.) He forgot, and he’s clearly embarrassed when they confront him. Why? Because he’s not supposed to lose focus like that. But he did, because that information came from Sannes, and after that horrendous experience, Levi, like Hange before him, was emotionally distracted. That’s the only reason I can figure for Isayama focusing on Levi’s oversight like this, and showing Levi in such an obviously emotionally awkward place.

Hange isn’t here to translate for Levi, like she did when Levi berated Eren for being unable to harden during the experiments in Chapter 53. Levi takes the scenic, colorful route when explaining his feelings. To Eren, he admitted that his criticism wasn’t about blaming Eren for being unable to harden, stating that “going over our shortcomings and bitching about our situation is an important ritual.”

In this light, we can read Levi’s words and actions with Historia as a complicated picture of his psychological landscape. Notice how just prior to this scene, we saw Hange act out the aftermath of the torture by kicking the table. Levi too reacts, taking it out on Historia.

Imagine where Levi is right now. He’s taken on the role of Sannes in this new world—the executioner, the ultimate killer, Humanity’s Strongest. “Your hands are already dirty. You can’t go back to the way you were,” Levi tells Armin later, but it’s also what he believes about himself. All that idealism that brought him into the Survey Corps—a life bigger than being a thug in the underworld. Did all that idealism bring him here, to do this? He has to make it worth it, he has to make it count for something. It’s what he does every day when his soldiers die under him—he’s been there to make their deaths worthwhile. But who’s there to make the deaths and terrors he’s dealt out worthwhile for him?

Levi’s expression in the last panel is angry, yes, but also wracked with pain.

So when Historia says she’s unfit for the role of Queen, when she says she can’t be Queen because she’s not good enough, Levi snaps. “Then run,” he said, grabbing her. “Run away from us as fast as you can. Because we’re going to do anything and everything to make you do what we want.” Levi’s eyes are downcast, not looking at her, because what he’s saying is more about him than it is about her.

Because he knows he’s dark enough to follow those orders to do the worst things to a human being to make the entire world a better place. He knows it’s in his bones to commit these atrocities. He is afraid of what he found he’s capable of. He’s already come to terms with killing humans as Titans. He’s come to terms with torturing humans as humans. He knows he can and will do horrible, unforgivable things. That’s his strength, that’s what makes him valuable, useful, important. He’s not like other people—“I’m abnormal… probably because I’ve seen far too many abnormal things.” But he’s ready to condemn himself, to make his hands dirty for the sake of others. He’s decided he has to go full through with the darkness he’s committed, because how else can he justify what he’s done? “I’m fine playing the role of the lunatic who kills people like that. I have to be ready to rearrange some faces. Because I choose the hell of humans killing each other over the hell of being eaten. At least that way… all of humanity doesn’t have to be damned.” His are the hands that will be stained with blood, his is the conscience that will be stained, his is the soul that will sink to hell—all so that others’ innocence can be spared.

The 104th look at him like he’s gone mad, abusing a young, helpless girl like that. But they haven’t seen what he had to do. They haven’t seen how bloody his hands have gotten. His violence here is a desperate reaction to get someone to save him. He’s always been able to avenge the deaths of his soldiers. But this time, he is the one in need of redemption. He could not justify his violence completely, he could only plea for her to make them unnecessary in the future. By becoming Queen, it means he won’t have to keep torturing, keep killing, keep shedding human blood. Her becoming Queen means a peaceful transition of power. Her becoming Queen means he won’t have to pave the path to a new government with more blood and more guilt, at least, not more than he has to. He’s enslaved to doing what his strength allows him to do. He’s begging her to not let people ask that of him.

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Femme Fatale - Ch 2 / 2

Pairing: Alex x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: Sub!Alex, Domme!Reader, pegging, blow job on a dildo, praise kink, bondage, cock bondage, spreader bar, dirty talk about exhibitionism, degradation Word Count: 3.2k Created for: @spnkinkbingo - Praise Kink | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Blindfolds

A/N: Thank you so much for being my first ever commission Sin! I've had a lot of fun tackling this challenge because I've never written a Domme!reader before but I really appreciate you trusting me with your idea, and I hope I do it justice ❤️

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Alex has been waiting so patiently. Since he and Y/N had gone to Femme Fatale a few weeks ago, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about everything he saw there. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about what he saw Jared doing – or more accurately, what he saw being done to Jared.

Seeing Jared submit so publicly to all those people had been mesmerising; Jensen watching on proudly from the sidelines, offering Jared encouragement and praise when Jared finally couldn’t take it any longer and asked permission to cum. Jared had spurted into Jensen’s hand, held just below him while some tiny thing continued to pound into him from behind, her own domme egging her on the whole time, and then Jared had dutifully licked Jensen’s hand clean for him when he was finished. Alex had thought he was going to cream his shorts just from watching but he’d managed to restrain himself until they got home and Y/N had ridden him until they were both shuddering and sated.

He’s been dreaming about it, waking up hard every morning since that night. And not just semi-chubbed up – achingly, maddeningly, rock-solid and leaking. It’s gotten him into trouble, because he hasn’t been able to resist touching himself when he’s that hard up, and he’s not allowed to do that. Y/N had actually brought home a cock cage the night before for him to sleep in, so he didn’t wind up breaking his rules and ruining her plans for him. She can’t very well give him what he’s been dreaming about for weeks if he’s misbehaving.

Y/N had brought home a few other things last night along with the cock cage – she’d clearly enjoyed her shopping trip a little too much. The object of his fantasies is now sitting in front of him in the centre of their bed, black and threatening against the crisp, pale linens of the rest of the bedroom. The strap-on was a good size. Alex had been nervous that Y/N would be too cautious, too gentle with him, and get something shamefully small, but she hadn’t. Caution has never been her style anyways. He’s already getting ahead of himself imagining what it will be like to take something even bigger.

Alex is wearing the other new addition to their collection, a silicone plug that has been holding him open for the past hour or so while he kneels, waiting, at the foot of the bed. He had settled easily into the familiar position, his ankles and knees spread wide and in line while he sat back lightly on the spreader bar holding his legs apart. Being held open like this, he has to concentrate on staying tight so the plug doesn’t slip out. He knows if it does, he’ll be punished.

Y/N is in the shower, part of her ritual when they plan longer play sessions like this. She leaves Alex to sit and settle into his headspace while she uses the steam and the quiet to find her own. At the sound of the hairdryer, Alex feels his cock try to harden inside its restraint. That sound means Y/N is almost ready for him, and it’s a conditioned response by now, the excited heat he feels creeping under his skin. The sound of the door opening and closing comes a moment later, and Alex’s cock gives another smothered leap. She’s in the room with him now.

The scrape of blunt nails across the short hairs at the nape of his neck makes Alex shake, and the cuffs on his wrists and ankles rattle. He tries to crane his head back to see her but she pulls away, and he knows that means he’s not supposed to look yet.

“Have you been good for me, baby boy?” Y/N’s voice rings sweetly above him, sinking into his veins like a shot of something cool and calm. She’s using Jensen’s nickname for Jared again, the name he’s come to associate with this act. With dildos and harnesses and boys on their knees showing off how good they can be when they’re told what to do – when they’re owned like he and Jared are.

“Yes, Mistress,” Alex answers steadfastly. He has been good, he knows he has. He has been perfect for her.

“Yes, I can see you have been,” and he can hear the smile in Y/N’s voice, even though she still won’t move to where he can see her. He gasps suddenly but manages to choke it off before he gets too loud. Y/N had bent down to tap against his plug, nudging it maddeningly close to his prostate. “Good boy,” Y/N drops a small kiss to his shoulder in recognition of his efforts to keep quiet.

Alex savours the compliment, smiling proudly until a wisp of black trails up his back and over his eyes – his blindfold. He instantly deflates as Y/N secures the tie at the back of his head. He wants to see her. Well really, he wants to see her with a cock jutting out from her hips. He desperately hopes this doesn’t mean he won’t get to do that. A sharp tug on his cock sends Alex’s back rigid again as he tries to hold in the cry of shock at the sudden pain, however short lived.

“If you’re going to mope, we can stop right now,” Y/N speaks gently against his ear. She’s not mean about it, not cruel or teasing, she’s simply informing him.

“No, sorry, I’m sorry,” Alex sits as straight as he can manage, shoulders back, thighs and spine tensed.

“It’s okay, baby boy,” Y/N slips the back of her hand across his cheek and down his chest before pulling away. The creak of the bed springs tell Alex that she’s climbed on, hopefully, he prays as fervently as he can, to retrieve the strap-on she’d left him to contemplate this whole time. There’s moving and rustling and breathing but it’s all muddling together in his ears. He can’t make out where anything is, what anything is. He can only wait.

Something firm brushes against his lips. Y/N is in front of him now, and, he hopes, wearing the harness. The dildo is what’s pressing at his lips, and it is pressing now, not just brushing against them. Y/N wants him to let her in. He does, with relish.

“Good boy,” Y/N intones above him, her hands reaching for his head and combing through his hair. She doesn’t try directing him at first, just lets him explore the toy on his own. The silicone feels odd against his lips, it dries too quickly every time he pulls back so his mouth catches against its veins on each push back in. He isn’t sure how much of it he’s managing to fit into his mouth but he finds his limit fairly quickly, accidentally gagging himself and having to pull off.

“Sorry,” he pants, wishing he could wipe the spit that’s dripping down his chin, but his arms are still tied to the bar behind him. He must look so pathetic right now. His cock gives another twinge in its cage.

“It’s okay baby boy, try again, you can do it.” Y/N reassures him gently and pulls his mouth back to the toy. This time, when he reaches his limit and starts to pull away, Y/N stops him. She grips his hair tightly and holds the back of his head still on her cock. Alex gags again but stays still, and after a moment the intrusion doesn’t feel as bothersome. “Good boy,” Y/N murmurs above him, and Alex’s chest swells with warmth. “Just take a little more for me, baby boy. There we go,” Y/N eases him down just a fraction, and Alex starts to suck to distract his throat from wanting to push the toy out the other way.

“Fuck, you look so good like this baby,” Y/N sighs above him, petting his hair in appreciation. “Can just imagine how jealous all those guys at the club would be, seeing you suck me down so good. They’d all want a turn. It’s a shame to have you waste such a pretty mouth on a cock that can’t even feel it.” Alex moans around the toy and Y/N lets him pull back to suckle at the head. “You tryin’ to make me cum, baby boy?” Y/N laughs as Alex nods. “Such a fucking cumslut, aren’t you? Perfect fucking toy for that club.”

Alex’s mouth is suddenly empty and the air around him grows still and cold. He wants to call out, ask where she’s gone, but he doesn’t dare. Y/N keeps him waiting, testing him to see if he can behave, if he can keep quiet.

He passes.

The restraints holding his wrists to the bar click as Y/N undoes the buckles. She carefully rubs each wrist and moves the arm gently back and forth so she doesn’t shock his joints, before placing each hand palm down on the bed in front of him.

“Stand up, and keep bent over.” Alex pushes up from his knees onto his toes gracefully, in a move reminiscent of a yoga transition, and sinks his head and shoulders to the mattress, back arching and feet still widespread, leaving his ass open and on display. Arousal courses through him from the depth of the submission in this position. “So pretty,” Y/N coos. “I’ll have to bring a camera next time.” Next time. Alex’s blood sings at the promise, and he hasn’t even been fucked yet.

A fingernail trails lightly over the head of his cock through its cage, and he groans, unable to hold it in. That earns him a smack right over the plug sticking out of his exposed hole. He can’t stop the moan that follows that either, and Y/N repeats the motion harder, and harder again.

“C’mon baby, if you’re gonna moan like a little bitch then at least try to sound sexy while you do it,” she sneers behind him. Alex feels his body flame red under the insult. “You just sound like a slut. There’s plenty of those to go around, nothing making you special.” Alex cries out at the next hit and feels a spurt of precome force its way out of his cock. “That’s more like it,” Y/N praises, and he sighs in relief that he got it right.

The next sound Alex hears is the snick of a plastic cap – lube – he clenches just thinking about it. Then the plug in him is being twisted, swirled and thrust in and out of him teasingly. He moans again, now that he has permission, and Y/N pumps the plug in even harder as a reward. His ass doesn’t want to let it go when she pulls it away, oh so slowly, but it’s almost immediately replaced with her finger. It’s much thinner than the plug, and Alex feels his hole fluttering around it wantonly, silently begging for more, which she readily gives.

A second finger follows quickly and easily. The third is tougher, this time it’s a stretch, but the tight pain sends another shot of warmth through his cock and leaks out of the tip onto the bed. Y/N notices.

“You like that, baby boy?” she asks, sugar sweet. Alex nods and whines, and her fingers leave him instantly.

“Yes, Mistress!” he corrects, arching his back to try to find her fingers. She obliges him and pushes them in again.

“You think you’re ready?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answers properly, fucking himself back into her hand.

“Okay,” she withdraws her fingers and gives his butt a soothing pat. “On the bed, on your back for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Alex turns to sit on the bed and hoists himself back until he can feel their pillows and headboard behind him. He lays down, bending his knees and pulling them back to his chest. The bed dips below him as Y/N climbs on too, crawling between Alex’s legs. Another click, more lube drips down his ass, the cool liquid pooling on the covers as it runs off his ass. He feels the dildo press against his hole and he holds his breath.

The first nudge inside of him is strange. It’s thicker and rounder than anything he’s had back there before. The second little push is uncomfortable, and Alex scrunches his eyes shut, even though, with the blindfold on, it doesn’t make much difference. Y/N’s hands smooth up the backs of his thighs, rubbing gently, soothing the tension that had rocketed through them a moment before. After a few seconds of sympathetic touching Alex manages to relax, and he feels the dildo slip a little further inside of him.

Y/N keeps up soft cooing noises under her breath, making sure Alex knows how good he’s being, what a perfect baby boy he’s being for her. The praise makes him glow, and helps him forget the pain that’s still pulsing dully between his legs.

“I think you deserve a little reward, for being so good,” Y/N whispers when she’s finally pushed the toy all the way in, her hips flush with his.

“Can I see you?” Alex asks desperately. “Wanna look at you Mistress, please.”

“That’s what you want?” Y/N laughs, a little creully. “I was going to take this off,” her fingers skim over his balls and the cock cage keeping him soft and Alex jumps under the touch, “but if you want the blindfold off instead…” Y/N trails off, leaving the choice up to him. Alex falters, caught out by his own eagerness. If Y/N doesn’t take the cage off him now, she might not take it off at all. But on the other hand, the thought of not being able to see her the rest of the night… not being able to watch her fucking him, to see the cock pushing in and out of his body, the same sight he’d been so transfixed by when he was watching it happen to Jared… he needs to see it.

“The blindfold,” Alex whimpers as Y/N continues to tease his cock through the metal rings clamped around it. “Take off the blindfold, please, Mistress.”

“As you wish.”

Alex blinks up at Y/N’s smiling face as his eyes adjust to the light in the room. She looks fucking sexy. She’s in the same lingerine that she’d worn to Femme Fatale that night, the set he’d picked out for her to wear, and the addition of the leather harness at her hips is unfairly attractive. Alex glances down to their hips, takes in the sight of his cock lying limp against his stomach in its little metal prison, and skims further down to catch a glimpse of shiny black poking out from between their bodies. He swallows hard. This was absolutely the right decision.

“Like what you see baby boy?” Y/N taunts, swivelling her hips just a little to pull a groan from him as the dildo rubs against his prostate.

“Fuck yes,” Alex whines, the sound catching high in his throat and pouring out of him raggedly.

“Gonna let me fuck you now?” she asks sweetly, swinging her hips again.

“Fucking please, Mistre– fuck!” Alex shouts as Y/N pulls out and pistons her hips back in harshly. The pain is still there but the sharp strike of the toy inside him sends something like lightning up his spine that drowns out any other feeling his body is trying to conjure.

“Such a dirty mouth,” Y/N pants, beginning to sound out of breath as she fucks his ass relentlessly. “Love that about you, baby. Let me hear you.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” That’s the only word Alex can remember right now. He’s been waiting for this, dreaming about this, for so long and now it’s finally happening he can’t hold himself back. His cock aches and his head goes fuzzy as all the blood in his body tries to drain to his groin to get him hard but the cage keeps him soft and passive. It doesn’t stop him from leaking precum all over his stomach though. It’s dripping down his side, pooling in his belly button, leaving him slick and sticky and fucking humiliated the more he looks at it. Y/N catches where he’s looking and smirks, running her fingers through the offending liquid and bringing it to his lips.

“Look at this fucking mess, such a needy little slut aren’t you?” Alex whimpers and nods, head jerking back as Y/N pushes his hips up so she can get even deeper. “Like my cock in your ass baby boy?” Alex nods again, lost for words and breath. “Can’t wait to see how much more this slutty little hole can take. Maybe it can take two? What do you think about that, me and someone else fucking you open so you’re all loose and used up?”

Y/N’s monologue has Alex gasping for air. He’s always found her voice sexy, and when she paints these pictures for him, how can he not fall straight in and give himself up to the pleasure she’s promising?

“Wanna get you a cock that’s so big I can see it inside you.” Y/N runs her hand over his stomach, through the sticky mess he’s leaking over his happy trail. “Wanna see it right here, punching up inside you, filling you up so good.” Alex groans, pushing up into her hand and pushing his hips back onto her cock. “That’s it baby, fuck yourself for me, good boy.”

Alex is starting to get dizzy. The physical exertion and the immense pleasure and the tinge of pain and lack of hard on to channel everything into has him thrown off, and achingly desperate – obviously just how Y/N wants him. Then, without warning, the pressure on his cock disappears and it fills so rapidly it’s painful and without the chance to even think about asking for permission he’s cumming in long pulses, shooting up his chest and onto his lips and his chin. He thinks he screamed but he can’t be sure and then everything goes orange and red and splotchy, and then white.

Alex blinks awake in the semi-dark, the blue glow of Y/N’s laptop illuminating her baggy t-shirt and messy hair as she sits up in bed reading. It takes him a moment to orient himself, to remember how to move his fingers and toes but he finally manages to drag himself closer to Y/N.

“Hey there, sleepy head,” she grins down at him, and reaches out to stroke his hair off his forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Completely dead,” Alex breathes. “In a good way,” he adds when he catches the tinge of worry flit across Y/N’s face. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, baby boy,” Y/N leans down and brushes his lips in a soft kiss. “So, you want to do that again?”

“Absolutely,” Alex sighs, snuggling into Y/N’s side and wrapping his arms around her like a teddy bear.

“Good,” Y/N pushes away her laptop and settles into the cuddle, curling up in Alex’s arms like a happy little spoon. “Because I’ve got some ideas.”

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Sharing

Pairing: Dom Roman Reigns X Sub Reader, Dom Dean Ambrose X Sub Reader

Warning: SMUT. Sharing. Double penetration. Whipping, spanking, riding crop,.. Just know it’s smutty. You’re warned.

Requested by: Startwithaheart. Thanks for the great idea. I hope I did it justice.

“Where’s Y/N?” Dean asked looking out over the ocean from my back deck.

I handed him a beer and opened my own. “She’s upstairs doing something.”

Dean took a big swig of the beer I’d handed him, letting out a loud burp after. “You two still doing ok? Isn’t her contract about up?”

I shook my head, intentionally looking at the ocean to avoid looking at him. “Yeah yeah. Things are going great. We’re both eager to re-sign.” This was the time. I had to ask before second guessing myself. “But there is one thing....” I let the sentence trail off when the awkwardness of this conversation hit me again.

Dean looked at me, motioning for me to continue. “What kind of thing?” He turned toward me a bit. When I wasn’t quick to answer, he continued. “Run it by me. Maybe I can help.”

I took a deep breath before turning to him. “Y/N has one fantasy that I can’t fulfill on my own.”

Dean processed the information quickly. “Ah, your baby girl wants a three-way?” He nodded as if the information didn’t surprise him. “You want some help pickin out the right girl?”

“The thing is, she wants another guy, another dom to join us. She wants both of us to dominate her.” I paused hoping he’d just volunteer, but he didn’t. I couldn’t look at him for the next part. “She wants you to join us.” Dean was stunned into silence. I knew Dean preferred open relationships. That was no secret, so why didn’t he just agree?

“Ro, man. This is YOUR baby girl. I know how much you love her, and I know how jealous you can get.” He looked back out at the ocean. “This is a bad idea. I’d be worried our friendship couldn’t make it through this.”

I looked Dean in the eye, letting him know I was serious. “I’ve thought about this a lot. She told me about this fantasy when we first got together, so trust me, I’ve thought about how it’s going to feel. Hell, she and I have talked about it a ton. It boils down to this. We wouldn’t trust anyone BUT you.”

He took another swig of his beer. “You guys talked about me specifically?” His eyebrows raised on surprise.

“Yes, and we both agree on a one night thing.... just a special re-signing gift. Will you help us?” I practically begged.

———————————

I came down the stairs freshly showered and wearing a sundress. I’d fixed my hair and makeup both to look my best and to give the guys time to talk. Now, I was shaking with nerves as I descended. Both men looked at me. When I looked at Dean, I couldn’t tell how the meeting had gone. His stoic face hid any emotion he felt. It only made me more nervous.

Dean stood and met me at the base of the stairs, blocking my path. Standing one step higher than him, I was slightly taller than him. He reached his hand out and I took it. Did this mean he agreed? Lifting my hand up to his lips, he kissed my knuckles lightly. The simple little kiss answered my question. “Y/N. Is this what you want?” His stare was smoldering, his eyes taking in my whole body as he waited for me to answer. I couldn’t speak so I nodded yes. “Not good enough princess. You have to say it out loud.” He stepped closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I nodded again, and tentatively said yes.

Dean pulled me harshly against him, and I felt his hard dick against my thigh as he pushed a knee between mine a fraction of a second before he pressed his lips to mine sweetly and finding me willing, he slid his tongue in my mouth. His taste flooded my already lustful thoughts. My body yielded to his dominance, pressing desperately against him as my hips rolled against his thigh trying to find relief from the desire building in my core. When the kiss ended, Dean stared into my eyes.

“You got a playroom Ro?”

Roman neared us now, and I scanned his face for any sign that he wanted to stop this. Instead, he looked ready; the tent in his pants showing his desires. “Take him upstairs baby girl. Show him where we play.”

I turned quietly, but Dean kept his arm around my waist. He pulled me tightly, roughly against him, rutting his cock into my ass as he locked his lips on the back of my neck. I moaned at his touch, but he pulled away much too quickly, giving my ass a swat almost hard enough to knock me over. I yipped at the pain, and quickly recovered.

The closer we got to the play room, the harder my heart beat. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to do this. I was actually going to fulfill my deepest fantasy. I was as scared as I was excited.

I led Dean and Ro upstairs, and I could feel Dean’s eyes following my every move. My mind spiraled out of control for a minute. Do I look good in this dress? Is Dean going to like my body? How harsh would he be? Would he like the way I taste? As we neared the door I waited for Dean to enter first while I lagged behind to be reassured by Roman for a second.

“You can still stop this, baby girl. Is that what you want?” I shook my head no. “Then what is it? Tell daddy.”

I cast my eyes down to the floor, knowing he wouldn’t like my next answer, but I still needed to tell the truth. “What if he doesn’t like me?” I had tried to whisper, but as soon as I said it, Dean turned around.

“Ah, Doll. Look at me.” He took my face in his hands forcing me to look at him. “You’re a knockout baby. I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw ya, but Ro doesn’t like to share.” He kissed me passionately, snaking his arms around me and pulled me against him so I could feel his rock hard cock. I melted into his kiss. His kisses were tougher than Roman’s. There was an urgency to them, like he needed to devour me soon or he’d explode. Roman was never in a hurry. He took great pride in making me wait until I begged him to fuck me. What other surprises would this night bring?

“Take your normal place, doll.” Dean said and motioned me to come into the room. I did as directed and stood in the center of the room. “Clothed? Standing?” Dean asked Roman.

Ro shrugged. “I like undressing her.” He walked over to a table with a couple of glasses and the whiskey Roman liked. He filled them, handed one to Dean. “Have a seat,” he said, and they sat, both of them just openly leering at me. Roman knew just how uncomfortable I was the first few times he did this. He knew that having Dean here would stir up that discomfort and heighten my arousal.

They sat quietly, sipping their drinks for a few minutes before Dean downed his drink with a hearty “Ah” before he stood. “Enough of that. Mind if I....?” Dean trailed off but motioned to me.

“Yeah. If you’re ready to play, go ahead.” Roman said it so nonchalantly I was surprised. He had promised that he was ready to accept this, but I had expected a little hesitation at sharing me. Before my mind could process the thought, Dean was kissing me so roughly, so passionately it wiped the thoughts out of my head. He grabbed and pulled at me roughly, my arms, my waist, my ass. He was everywhere. Just as fast as he started, he stopped. My head was spinning trying to process everything.

“Let’s get this dress off.” Dean pulled the dress over my head, dropping it on the floor and pushing it away with his foot. He wolf whistled as he surveyed my matching bra and panties in a pale pink. “Look at you, doll.” He walked around me, drinking in the sight of me as he trailed two fingertips over my body. When he reached my bra, he trailed his fingers over my already hard nipples. I inhaled sharply as a pang of need caused my core to clench looking for relief. “You’re just perfect. Bet you’re already wet for me. His hand flattened now, sliding toward my pussy and finding my underwear soaked. “I thought so.” He kissed me again as he brushed his fingers over my clothed clit. I gasped and bucked my hips toward him. “Good girl.” He grumbled between the kisses he was trailing down to my neck. I couldn’t help but smile, and noticing a change in my body language, he glanced up at me before turning to Ro. “A praise kink huh?” He looked amused. “I can handle that.”

He slid an arm around me, pulling me close as his fingers toyed with my nipples, squeezing and pulling lightly at first then harder and harder. It hurt so bad, I squeaked out. He immediately stopped the pain but ran the tip of his fingernail over my sensitive nipple. Need roared in me again, shooting straight to my pussy. I was panting now. Dean bent to lick my nipple. Even through the fabric, his tonged was hot and wet, and I didn’t want my bra in the way of it anymore. I whined with need and pressed my thighs together tightly. “Did you want something pet?” He slid his hand into the back of my underwear, grabbing a handful of my butt cheek.

He pressed his thigh between mine. I couldn’t help rolling my hips trying to get friction where I needed it the most. “What’s the matter, baby girl?” I hadn’t noticed Roman get up, but he came up behind me, brushing my hair back and kissing my neck. Dean started kissing the other side as his hands grasped my hips, guiding my pussy across his thigh. I moaned and rolled my hips again. “Oh doll, you’re just a needy mess, aren’t you?” Dean asked and laughed when I moaned out a yes. “Let me see.” His hand slid into my underwear and between my mound and his thigh. “Ahhhh you’re all wet” he exclaimed as he started circling my clit with my fingers.

 I couldn’t help my reactions. I panted, whined, bucked my hips. They’d barely started, and I was already craving a much needed orgasm. Roman kept his lips near my neck. “Baby girl, are you ready for more?” I nodded overly excited.

It took Roman a fraction of a second to open the clasp of my bra, and Dean trailed kisses from my neck to my shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses as he slowly slid the straps off me. The bra fell to the floor and was quickly kicked out of the way. Dean turned me around before sliding his fingers inside my underwear and pulled them down to the floor too.

Roman picked me up easily, freeing the cloth from my feet and placed me back down. He knew I loved when he manhandled me, and I let out a little squeak of excitement that made him chuckle.

Dean peeled his shirt off letting it fall to the floor. “Where’s the toys?” He kicked his shoes off.

Roman motioned to the dresser. “The 3 drawers on the right.” He scooped me up and dropped me on the bed so hard I bounced.

I giggled as I sat up on my knees and held my arms up to Roman. “Again!”

“Not right now.” He started to turn away, and I quickly frowned.

“Again.” I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted at him.

He turned back to me brows raised. “Now you’re going to be a brat?” The word brat caught Dean’s attention, and he turned to watch us. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

I looked from Roman’s stern expression to Dean’s amused smirk.

Looking defiantly into Ro’s eyes, “Again.”

In a fraction of a second, Ro had flipped me on my stomach and spanked me HARD: right cheek then left. I screamed out with each searing stroke. He hadn’t spanked me this hard since he’d tested my limits when we first got together. He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head up to see him. “Do you have anything to say now?” He growled down to me.

“No daddy.” I said quietly and politely.

He released my hair. “I didn’t think so” he huffed out.

Dean approached me from the other side of the bed. He grabbed another handful of hair, causing my already sore scalp to sear in pain. “See ya later, doll” he said just before Roman slipped a blindfold over my eyes.

Dean flipped me now, without the fun bounce, and both men started to shackle me to the bed frame. “Too tight?” Dean asked as he tightened the strap on my wrist.

My inner brat now subdued, I answered “No sir.”

“That’s more like it.” Ro said. He leaned down and kissed me passionately.

I felt Dean sit on the bed next to me and stroke my hair softly. “That’s a good girl.”  He slid his hand over my body finding my breast and playing tenderly with my nipple. He leaned down, taking my tit in his mouth, his tongue licking furiously over the nipple. I moaned and tried to press my legs together for relief from the desperate need inside me, but I couldn’t with my legs shackled to the bed.

“Dean, she’s ready.” Roman’s comment wasn’t meant for me, but I wanted to know what he meant.

“Ready for what?” I moaned.

“Shhhh. Just relax baby doll.” Dean whispered to me. “Daddy Dean is gonna take care of you.”

I felt as he moved to the foot of the bed trailing his hands down my body as he went. As his hand slid over my mound, I bucked my hips and mewled out in need.

“What’s the matter baby girl?” Roman’s amused voice whispered in my ear.

My response was more of a pant than an answer. “I neeeeed….” Dean’s hands slid from my feet slowly up my legs. He peppered kisses over my thighs as he went. I couldn’t finish my sentence, a whine interrupting me.

“You need? What do you need?” Ro teased.

“Daddy!!!” I cried out as Dean’s finger slipped over my clit.

Roman shushed me while he ran his hand over my hair. “Is Daddy Dean making you feel good?” I knew he could read my body language. He knew just how horny I was getting. I needed relief. My daddy wouldn’t make me wait too long for relief, but what would Daddy Dean do?

A split second later, Dean licked a strip across my folds eliciting a moan from me. My head swam in desire. I bucked my hips up to meet him, and I heard him moan when I did, the vibrations making his licking even better. He grabbed my hips hard, holding me mid-air to get me exactly where he wanted me, and then, he devoured me. I wanted to help hold myself up, but his talented mouth was the only thing I could focus on. His mouth and Roman’s tender kisses. We fell silent, Dean focused on my pussy, Roman teasing my nipples and kissing me and cooing out praises to me.

Minutes later, an all-encompassing orgasm racked through my body. Dean slid a finger into me, easing a bit of the clenching as he brought me gently down from my orgasm. “Whoa Whoa Whoa!” Dean stopped his ministrations. “I didn’t tell you you could cum, did I?” He pulled the blindfold up so I could see him.

Shit. “I’m so sorry Daddy Dean. I couldn’t help it. You were making me feel too good.”  Roman would have been flattered and let me off the hook, but the look on Dean’s face told me he had other plans.

He turned suddenly and went back to the dresser, grabbing a couple of things from the drawers before returning and putting the blindfold back on… with one hand behind his back hiding what he picked. Suddenly, a terrible pain radiated through the skin of my chest. It was a cat -of-9 tails. Normally my favorite toy, but Daddy Roman never hit me this hard. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t. I was ready to call yellow when the next hit came. The third though was not as hard, and relief washed over me as I realized the worst was done. “You gonna cum without permission again, doll?” Dean’s menacing voice growled in my ear.

“N…no… no sir.” I stuttered out as a tear ran down my temple.

“I didn’t think so.” Dean kept his mouth close to my ear, taking the lobe in his mouth and suckling sweetly before biting down hard on it, which made me cry out in pain.

Roman grumbled. “Hey, not so hard.” He was telling Dean.

The cat of 9 hit my chest again, but much lighter than before. This was closer to what I was used to. “She’s ok. Aren’t you?” he asked me.

Ro lifted up my blindfold a bit. “You ok?” he asked.

I nodded as I swallowed. “Yes daddy. Just not used to it.” He looked worried. “I’m good daddy. Just need a few more orgasms.” I smirked up to him, which made him chuckle.

“She’s fine.” He laughed as he put the blindfold back on.

Dean grabbed a handful of my hair and lifted my face up to kiss me roughly before tapping the soft head of his cock against my lips. I opened obediently and stuck my tongue out as far as I could. “Fuck! You look so hot like that.” He said before sliding his cock slowly in my mouth. The moan that escaped his mouth comforted me. He liked how I sucked his dick. He wasn’t as long as Roman, but his girth was daunting, and I struggled a minute to adjust. As I fell into a rhythm, he released my hair, allowing me to take him as I wanted, and damn he tasted so good.

Roman kissed a trail down my body, stopping to lick and suck my nipple gently on the way. The tender touches from both of my daddies was so opposite the harsh punishment I’d just gotten that it made my head swim even more.

The lower Ro kissed, the more desperate noises I made with my mouth around Dean’s dick, and I knew the vibrations had to be pleasing him, but I couldn’t see him. I could only judge the effect I was having on him by his hands, the praises he cooed down to me and the throbbing of his dick in my mouth.

Roman’s finger slid into my pussy, moaning when he felt how wet I was. Sliding another finger in, he went straight to my g-spot. He knew it would make me cum. I knew it would make me cum too, but I had no way to stop it. I started tapping feverishly at Dean’s thigh, trying to get him to pull out of my mouth, but he didn’t stop right away. He thrust a few more times into my mouth while tears steamed out of my eyes.

Roman must have interceded because Dean finally pulled out. “What’s up doll?” he asked.

I gasped air so Roman answered. “She needs to cum.”

“Again?” There was a hint of amusement in Dean’s voice.  

Ro laughed back. “In her defense, the g-spot is the fastest way to get her to cum.” He continued to stroke inside me just the way I liked as I cried out desperately.

“Please. Daddies! Please! May I cum?”

Dean laughed at my desperation. “She’s so fuckin cute when she begs.” Ro agreed.

“Should we let her?” Ro asked.

A sudden strike to my stomach made me yip. Ah, the riding crop. Another of my favorites. Either Dean and I had similar tastes or they had discussed toys earlier. “If only you’d asked before you came last time.” He teased evilly. “No. Not yet. You’re gonna have to wait a while baby.”

Roman stilled his fingers before pulling them out very slowly. “No! No! No!” I cried desperately as my core clenched trying to find some friction, some relief.

“Yes,” he said firmly.

“Darlin’, The next time you cum is gonna be on my cock.” Dean said before kissing me and playing with my nipples. He grabbed my hand, pulling it to his hard dick. I didn’t need a command to start pumping him. I was rewarded with a long low moan from him.

Ro began peppering kisses over my legs, my thighs and my hood, but he never touched where I needed him the most. I whimpered and tried to buck my hips, but he held me firm.

The men fell silent for a second, and I wondered what was happening when a faint sound from Ro clued me into the fact that they were whispering…. Planning what they were going to do. I focused on stroking Dean, knowing he wasn’t going to let me cum until I earned it this time.

Dean removed my blindfold and both men un-shackled me. “Come over here.” He laid down beside me and pulled me on top of him. “You’re gonna ride me now.”

They didn’t give me any time to think before four hands grabbed at my waist and hips and guided me down onto Dean’s dick. Being shorter and thicker than Roman, he filled me in a way I wasn’t used to, and as he was sheathed to the hilt inside me, we both moaned in relief.

“So fucking tight!” Dean pulled me down until I was face to face with him and kissed me passionately while I began to rock back and forth. “That’s it Doll. Ride me good.” It didn’t matter what Dean said now. I was so lost in the feeling of him inside me, I could hardly think of anything else.

Once I’d found a rhythm, I sat up, reveling in the feeling of him being so deep. Roman came behind me, holding my hips to control my pace. He pulled my hair back and began kissing my neck. “How is my baby girl doing?” He purred in my ear. My moan was the only answer I could give. “Good girl.” He wrapped his arm around me and started playing with my nipple, twisting and pulling it gently. The combination of the sensations drove me over the edge. I came with a wild scream; my entire body went limp as waves of pleasure rolled through my body. Roman began cooing praises to me; telling me how good I was doing, how sexy I looked, all the things he knew I wanted to hear.  

As the lustful haze in my head faded, I noticed that Dean wasn’t making a sound, and he wasn’t moving. I looked down to see him staring at me, eyes glazed in desire. “Dean? Are you ok?”

His huge smile answered before he could. “I’m wonderful, doll. Wonderful. Just enjoying that tight pussy squeezing my cock.” He pulled me down to him and kissed me passionately before starting to move his hips again. I wanted to roll with him, but my legs were like jelly. “Just relax. I’ve got ya.” Dean grabbed my hips and began bucking inside me. He was rough and fast and my body was already sensitive. He was all I could concentrate on.

I knew Roman was still in the room, but he wasn’t near me. A few minutes later when I felt his hands massaging my ass cheeks, I knew where he’d gone. A well lubricated finger slid in my ass gently. My head snapped up at the feel. Full. So full, and I knew I was going to get fuller. Dean pulled me in for a long kiss that made my head spin. “Look at me.” Dean said, and I did.

Roman slid a second finger in after the first. This. This was what I wanted; what I craved. What I was both excited for and scared of. Dean held my gaze as Roman pulled his fingers out. “It’s time for you to cum baby girl.”

“Wha…?” Before I could finish my sentence, Dean flipped me on my back, pulled my legs over his shoulders and started pounding mercilessly into me. He was fast. He was rough. He bit and grabbed and pulled and pounded into me like a wild beast.

“You heard Ro. It’s time for you to cum.” Dean’s voice took on his dominant tone as he wrapped a hand around my neck. “Cum all over Daddy Dean’s cock.”

My ears started ringing, my eyes going dark around the edges. I exploded the second he removed his hand from my throat. Relief rolling over my body in a warm tingly wave of pleasure. Dean didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. Another orgasm started just seconds after the last. “That’s it doll.” He cooed to me.

He slowed down now. Like someone hit a switch, he went from mercilessly fucking me to making love to me. He kissed, nipped, sucked and caressed. After a few minutes, I saw him look over at Ro and nod. He grabbed my waist and rolled us until I was on top. Roman’s hands grabbed my hips. “Did Daddy Dean fuck you good, baby girl?” I nodded. “You ready for more?” I nodded again. “Ok baby, I want you to just relax. Dean and I will hold you up. All you have to do is relax.” He kissed my neck before sitting up and pressing the tip of his cock to the entrance of my ass. Dean stopped all movement, letting me adjust as Roman slowly slid in. “You’re doing great baby.”

Dean kissed me deeply as Joe slid further and further. It got so quiet in the room, all of us holding our collective breaths to see if I could handle both of them. Before I knew it, Roman said “That’s it. I’m in. Are you ok, baby girl?”

“Yes.” I said. “You can move now, Dean.”

“You sure?” he smiled up at me. I was only ½ way through a nod when he bucked into me. “Fuck! That just makes her tighter” he said to Roman who chuckled.

“Like she’s not tight enough as it is?”

Dean laughed softly, staring at me the whole time. “No kidding.”

Dean moved slowly, gently while Roman stayed still sheathed inside my ass. After a few minutes, Roman started moving too. The sensations were overwhelming, and I came again and again. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. I became a being made of pure sensation. Dean’s face turned red, spots of sweat dotting his forehead, and the groans from my Samoan daddy told me how good he felt.

Dean came with a loud roar, bucking into me so hard that Ro pulled out of me on one thrust. Roman waited a minute and then pulled me off Dean, who turned to face me. Roman left and I heard the shower turn on for a few minutes while Dean and I laid silently kissing and caressing. “You did it. You did so good for us.” He whispered as he kissed my forehead.

“I did it.” I sighed out. I could feel my eyes drooping. I needed sleep, bad.

“You’re almost done.” Roman said as he climbed into the bed behind me. He smelled clean and wet and like my daddy. “How do you want me baby?” He kissed my shoulder as he pulled me tightly against him.

“Just like this.” I could fee his hard dick pressing against my slit, and realize that like this, I might be able to find the energy to move my hips to meet his, so at least I’d be contributing something. I tried lifting my head off the pillow but couldn’t.

Ro slid into me with great care. He kissed my neck now as he started to move. I tried to help but ended up being all off rhythm. “It’s ok, baby girl. You don’t have to do anything.”

Dean returned after his shower, climbing into the bed in front of me. He smirked mischievously at me as he reached up to play with my tits. “Is your daddy making you feel good?” he teased me. I nodded at him, feeling another orgasm building.

“Can I…?” I started, and both daddies said yes at the same time.

I fell, slowly slipping into the abyss of ecstasy as both men touched me, kissed me, praised me. Roman came a couple of minutes later. I laid on Dean’s chest recovering while Roman regained his breath.

“I know you guys said this is a one time thing, but if you EVER change your minds, I’ll be happy to do this again….” Dean kissed my forehead, leaving his lips there as he said “and again and again and again.” We all laughed. 

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CALYPSO 🐚 ☕️

Part 1 & Part 2

Part 3/3:

Nines froze as the human’s body melded to his. Gavin kept his eyes shut and his lips moving. Then what he’d been bracing for finally came.

Pain.

Sweet glorious pain, blossoming everywhere Nines gripped his body. Gavin was sure that his lips would bruise under the pressure of the reciprocal kiss… that his rib cage would shatter if Nines held him any tighter… that his lungs would burst if they didn’t fill with air soon…

A wolf-whistle broke through the stunned silence in the yard.

Gavin pulled back, light-headed from the rush of oxygen and drain of adrenaline. He didn’t fall though. Didn’t even move an inch. Strong arms and a heated gaze kept him pinned.

//

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“Of all the things in the world… why coffee?”

“I could ask you the same.”

Gavin tucked his head into the crook of Nines’ neck, cuddling closer.

“Hmm… I think weird working hours made me actually need the caffeine… but the bean snobbery just came with the rest of my superiority complexes.”

Nines laughed. It was more of an exhale than an actual laugh, but Gavin was thankful for it nonetheless.

“And you?”

Nines kissed his forehead, prolonging his answer as much as he could before finally relenting with a sigh.

“The reason you’re asking… is because running a café is just about the last thing you’d expect an android like me to be doing. And… that’s your answer. That’s exactly why I wanted it.”

“To subvert expectations…?”

“To not be the terrible thing I was meant to be.”

Gavin’s breath hitched at the depth of emotion in Nines’ voice. He didn’t dare look up to meet his eye and settled for pressing his lips to the razor-sharp jawline.

“I dunno what kinda code runs through you, but believe me when I say you don’t have it in you to be… terrible.”

Nines scoffed at that.

“How can you say that after all the shit you’ve seen me do.”

“I can say that after all the shit I’ve seen others do. Fifteen years on the job, remember? I can vouch that righteous anger is one of the least terrible things out there.”

When Nines didn’t respond, Gavin decided to move the ship out of uncharted waters. He propped himself up on an elbow and ran a hand down the android’s smooth chest.

“In fact, I think it’s downright sexy.”

That did the trick. Nines pressed Gavin into the mattress with a low growl and rolled over him, clamping his mouth over his throat. Their hips aligned and the conversation ended.

//

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“Ralph tried hard but the machine is not working. Ralph is stuck.”

“Move. Let me see.”

Gavin took the filter holder and disconnected it from the espresso machine with a firm tug. He leapt away in shock as water came rushing out. That was absolutely not supposed to happen.

“Er… I’ll get a mechanic friend to take a look later. Why don’t you go check on inventory?”

Ralph shuffled away with a thoroughly sceptical look in his eye. Gavin sighed openly once the android was out of earshot.

The café was in shambles.

The vandals may have gotten as good as they gave… but they’d left their mark. Even with insurance, there was no way such a new establishment could financially recover from a setback like that.

Nines said nothing but seethed with his usual brand of silent, impotent rage.

Unable to bear the slammed car doors and dismissive grunts any longer, Gavin had taken a solo day off to come down to the Calypso and see what could be done.

Not much, without a boatload of money, it seemed.

He sat down with a sigh and Ralph brought over a cup of coffee. Black. A pour-over. He set a bowl of runny eggs and a small basket of bread down on the table too.

Gavin looked up in surprise. Ralph shrugged.

“Nines is telling Ralph that you left without breakfast. Ralph’s equipment is all broken so Ralph just made something simple.”

Touched beyond words, Gavin motioned for Ralph to sit down with him instead of scurrying off into the shadows as per his usual habit.

He took a sip of the hand-poured drip coffee and broke a piece of the bread, dragging it through the eggs, European style. It was utterly homely and reminded of him of some bygone era that he’d needlessly bypassed. He looked up and met Ralph’s mildly unsettling stare.

“So… why the name Calypso? There’s nothing beach-themed or Caribbean about the place.”

“Nines chose it. After the Greek goddess.”

“Huh. And she was the goddess of coffee? Did they even have coffee back in those Hercules Orgy Olympics days?”

“She is a sea nymph. She detained the mythic hero Odysseus on her island for seven years.”

Gavin’s brows furrowed as he swallowed a mouthful of fresh bread.

“Did you bake this?”

“Yes. Ralph is baking daily. Ralph does it first thing in the morning at five. It is very calming to knead the dough and hear the birdsong.”

“It’s phcking delicious. Leavened perfectly. Now back to the name. This goddess nymph creature. She doesn’t sound very nice. She trapped this hero dude, right? Reminds me of my ex. Why name this pretty café after her?”

“Ralph can only imagine that Nines’ fascination with Calypso is the ambiguity of her nature. She can seduce and manipulate, but she can also heal. She is neither good nor evil.”

Gavin drained his coffee and sank back in his chair contemplatively.

“What do you think she is, Ralph?”

Ralph’s LED flickered and his eyes dipped to the table. He knew what Gavin was asking.

“Calypso is immortal. Calypso cannot help but fall in love with every sailor who lands on her shores. Calypso dreams of an eternal husband but lets Odysseus go when it’s clear he wishes to return to his wife. Well, maybe only when the Gods commands her to… but she releases him without harm!”

Gavin waited. Ralph’s head snapped up and he spoke in a short burst.

“Calypso is mythical. It does not matter what she is. Nines is real. Nines is good. Very good. Honest and honourable! Ralph will do anything for Nines!”

Gavin leaned back in his chair with the satisfied smile of an experienced police negotiator who’d gotten exactly where he wanted to.

//

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“What the hell is this? Where did you get so much money from?”

Nines’ amber LED cycled furiously as he took in the sight of the restored café. Ralph was humming to himself as he proudly polished the knobs of their repaired espresso machine.

Gavin led Nines by the hand to look at the repainted walls… the new furniture… the new crockery replacing what had been smashed…

“How…?”

“Oh I just embodied my inner Gen Z and tapped into the power of social justice.”

Nines looked thoroughly nonplussed.

“Crowdfunding, baby. I set up a link and Ralph told everyone on Twitter what happened to him and the café. Well, showed them, more like.”

Nines looked up at the ceiling and his LED slowly returned to a calm blue as he understood… but when he looked back down, his expression wasn’t any less troubled.

“Okay I just saw it. Edited footage from his optical units and a tearful testimonial. Ethically questionable, but clever.”

“Super effective. We overshot our target by a couple hundred bucks.”

“Hmm. People are kind.”

“Yes. They’ve actually done more for you. Look. Connor gave me this earlier today.”

Gavin reached into his jacket and produced an envelope. Nines’ eyes widened as he spotted the official seals of the Mayor’s office, the Manfred Estate and New Jericho.

“Someone started a petition… to let you back behind the helm of the Calypso. It really took off. I don’t know how you didn’t hear-”

“I muted any mentions of myself and the other RKs from showing up in my newsfeed.”

“Then this makes for a good surprise.”

Gavin gently pushed the envelope into the android’s hands and watched him open it with a precise fingernail flicked under the wax. He scanned the contents of the letter in a split second and let it fall through his fingers.

Without warning, he scooped Gavin up and set him down on a polished table for a deep kiss of even deeper gratitude. Ralph turned his back on them with a bashful giggle.

//

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“Baby.”

Nines didn’t respond.

“Hey baby?”

“Hmm...”

There was an intensity to the grumble that had Gavin second-guessing whether to persist. Being Nines’ lover didn’t exempt him from the consequences of asking stupid questions.

“Your thoughts are fucking loud. Just say whatever you want to.”

“Oh. Um… I was actually wondering… I mean, you don’t have to tell me… but like why… um…”

“Why haven’t I turned my badge in yet?”

“Yeah…”

Nines turned on his side and brushed the back of his hand over Gavin’s cheek. The intimate gesture sent a thrill through the human despite how much more intimate they’d just been in the recent past.

“Because I haven’t decided what to do next.”

Gavin’s brows knitted together.

“What do you mean? Aren’t you going to take back your business?”

Nines’ wan smile told him all he needed to know.

“Why?”

“It’s doing really well in Ralph’s hands. He’s capable. He’s creative. And I don’t think it’s fair for me to go back and get in his way all of a sudden.”

“He needs you.”

“He absolutely doesn’t. It’s his café. You helped him get back on his feet and he’s going to be fiiiiine without me.”

“Is it because you don’t wanna be her anymore?”

Nines scrunched his nose up in confusion.

“Who?”

“Calypso. The siren who trapped the Oddball.”

That earned Gavin a heartfelt laugh.

“Odysseus, Gavin.”

“Yeah. You were like Calypso and now you’re letting go of the coffeeshop because you figured it wasn’t meant to be!”

Nines frowned and pretended to check the human for a temperature. Gavin swatted his hands away with mock petulance.

“Fine, I’m probably way off the mark. You tell me what the deal is then!”

Arms snaked around his waist and pulled him flush against the android’s defined chest. Lips brushed the shell of his ear and when Nines spoke next, it was in the huskiest of undertones.

“I’m Odysseus. Not Calypso.”

The realisation was painfully obvious in hindsight.

“I’m the one who’s stuck on an endless journey home. I’ve faced a hundred artificial trials and tribulations. I’ve been a puppet at the hands of false gods. I answer existential questions to prove my self-worth every single day.”

Nines paused to gauge Gavin’s reaction. When he received none, he pressed a brief kiss to the human’s bare shoulder before continuing.

“It’s been a long journey. But not a pointless one. Every metaphorical island I’ve visited has granted me something. From literally running into Ralph in an old building… to defending our turf from other stray androids… getting ourselves off the street… setting up a café from scratch… being arrested on opening day… ending up on the police force with you…”

Gavin recognised that as his cue to squirm around in Nines’ arms and peck him on the lips.

“So who’s Cyclops?”

“What?”

“The story’s starting to come back to me now. Your boy Oddy fought a one-eyed monster on one of the islands he went to. Who’s the Cyclops in your story?”

Nines huffed another breathy laugh.

“Markus, probably. Connor is definitely Helios.”

“Who’s your wife?”

“Definitely not you.”

Gavin elbowed him in the ribs. An action that had more repercussions on him than Nines.

“So which island are you off to next?”

“I have no idea. But it doesn’t matter. I might already be home.”

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And They Don’t Miss The Ground

Reposting this for organizations sake; I, uh, saw the prompt about the snap wiping out everyone, including Thanos, (barring Stephen and Tony) from @ironstrangeprompts (#976) and.... things happened...

Here’s a link to the prompt. And here’s my ramble!

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“We aren’t going back to Earth.”

Tony’s hands freeze atop the cold metal of the ship’s engine. It never seems to warm up under his hands--not as he works with it, not as he clings to it. Tony isn’t surprised. He hasn’t any warmth to give.

He turns, feeling his expression slide into something cold and dark. The damaged ship lights flash across the tall form standing in the broken doorway, and for a moment the shadows make its limbs seem clawed and disproportionate. Skeletal. It looks like the monster Tony know it is.

“Where were you?” Tony demands. He’s on his feet, and he doesn’t remember standing. He presses a hand to his side. Even after two months, his abdomen still aches where Thanos had impaled him, though the wound is long since healed.

The figure, the sorcerer, steps into the space. Strange looks awful--haggard and malnourished and somehow still glowing with that sense of knowing that had drawn Tony to him once, but now just makes him sick. Strange’s whole form is soaked in ash. He tracks it in from the barren land outside into the meticulously cleaned threshold of Tony’s ship, Tony’s lair. It feels like an invasion.

“Not far,” Strange says. He rests against the wall, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Not far? It’s been two months, wizard!”

Two months. Two months of dark anger and frozen loneliness, two months of being the last creature left alive. Two months of that hope Tony had tried so hard to coax dwindling to nothing--two months of slowly realizing that Strange hadn’t been lying. It truly is the whole universe, gone. The unlucky fifty percent didn’t happen to be everyone on Titan except the two of them, no. The two of them are all that’s left.

Tony still wakes up clawing at the ash he can feel on hands every single morning. He still wakes up praying this was all a cruel joke, a twisted reality. And he’s still wrong. Every single time.

This is the world he lives in, now.

The world this wizard chose.

“You were productive,” Strange says. He looks under his brows at the spaceship, stitched together under Tony’s hands for the last eight weeks.

“Yeah, I was,” Tony spits. “And where were you?”

“I told you.” Strange just looks at him, face impassive. Tony used to be certain there was a soul underneath there somewhere, after he’d seen it shining in sorrow and empathy. Now he isn’t sure. “I wasn’t far.”

That familiar, desperate rage curls through Tony’s throat. He jerks forward. His hands curl into fists, one of them still coated in nanotech. “You left me alone, Strange.”

Strange turns to face him fully--and Tony can see, then, the waxy burn scar that creeps around his left eye. “We both know I had to.”

He’s right--but Tony’s sick and tired of hearing about what he had to do. He’s sick of dreaming about those impossible eyes flickering to him as Strange offers the end of the world to Thanos on a silver platter. He’s sick of remembering the way Strange had knelt and watched Quill and Nebula and (Peter Peter Peter--) dissolve into nothingness, repeating “there was no other way” like that made any difference.

Tony had waited for Strange to disappear, too. Waited for there to be some fairness in the universe, some justice. But Strange hadn’t. He’d knelt there, solid and real and alive, and looked at Tony like he knew what was about to happen.

He’d let Tony take the shot. But he hadn’t let Tony finish the job, drawing one last handful of the ash that was all that remained of his Cloak through his fingers, and disappearing in a flash of orange magic. And he hadn’t come back.

He’d been gone, all the days when Tony needed to kill him. All the days when Tony needed him alive.

Tony should kill him now and complete his transition into the monster he can feel building beneath his skin.

Should kill him now and be truly and completely alone.

Tony turns away, shoulders falling. He twins his hands around the ship’s controls again, feeling the way the newly repaired engines purr at his commands. “I should leave you here,” he says.

Strange doesn’t answer. Tony wonders if he agrees.

There’s no one else in the universe.

Tony should leave and return to Earth to scavenge what little hope he can. Because he might be clinging to the dregs of his spirit, might be coughing up ash, but there’s one thing that the end of the world can’t strip from Tony Stark. It can’t take the fundamental in his ribs. He’s going to fix this. There’s no question in his soul, no question in his future--he’s going to fix this, or he’s going to die trying.

And there’s no one else in the universe.

“I’m taking off tomorrow morning,” Tony says, his voice flat and resigned. “Be on the ship if you want. See if I care.”

Then he turns on his heel and leaves to check the engines.

-----

Stephen only lets his form crumple when Stark has gone.

When the man’s footsteps are far enough away that Stephen’s constantly ringing ears can no longer pick him out, he finally sinks down against the side of the wall and buries his head beneath his arms. It’s so much warmer in here. Stephen swears he can sense the air touched by Stark’s body heat. Stephen’s even starting to shiver again, which is remarkable.

When Stark is gone, he tucks his shaking hands into his hair and lets the Count spill from his lips again. It isn’t pride that keeps him upright around Stark. It’s self-preservation, pure and simple and animalistic. If Stephen looks dangerous, looks like he might be some sort of threat, Stark is less likely to kill him. If Stephen offers some sort of use to the man, Stark is less likely to kill him.

Not that he shouldn’t.

But the universe isn’t about justice, anymore. Stephen doesn’t get the luxury of being killed by Tony Stark, of being redeemed. He has to save the universe.

He always has to save the universe.

Stephen sits and waits, listens for the next Scene. He prepares his lines, letting them assemble in his mind beneath the Count. The hours slip by to the deafening ringing in his ears. Slowly, the numbness starts to fade from his extremities, warmth sliding through his veins like fire.

It hurts. It hurts, and so it feels wonderful. Stephen sighs, clenching his fists tight to shock the pain intense enough he can feel it in his shoulders.

Then he lifts his head and looks around the ship. He’s left ashy footprints where he walked--after two months alone in Titan’s sands, he practically wears the stuff. He’s still alone--

Of course you are. There’s no one else, remember?

--and so he Counts out loud. He’s up to five million, one hundred and fifty-six thousand, seven hundred thirty-six, now, after two months. He has an infinite distance left to go. An infinite number of lives he took. They ring in his ears, even still.

Stephen stumbles a circuit around the room of the ship. This is the largest area, and it will do well for what he needs. Stephen picks out five relatively evenly spaced areas of flat metal. He scrapes some of the ash off his hand, then disconnectedly pats himself down until he finds the scabbed cut on his thigh were he’d sliced himself falling down one of Titan’s ravines. Digging his fingernails beneath the scab, he slicks his hand with blood.

Then he starts to write.

He’s on the fifth sigil when the voice shocks through his concentration. “What are you doing?” Stark’s furious tone demands.

The Count pauses itself in Stephen’s mind, and he buries thoughts and anticipation and frozen, frozen fear beneath the practiced lines of the Scene. “Blood runes,” Stephen says simply.

Footsteps tell Stephen Stark has stalked closer to him. “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“They’re wards,” Stephen explains. “They complete an aura of protection. The strongest there is.”

“What do they have to protect against? You killed everything in the universe, remember?”

Stephen doesn’t flinch. “The energy of the creatures who died remains. It will manifest, when there’s no life around to absorb it. Much of what forms will be vengeful, built on the fear and anger of the last moments of the universe.”

“So they want to kill you.”

Stephen finishes the rune with a flick of his wrist. “Yes.”

Stark doesn’t dispute that they should. “But they aren’t a danger to me.”

“That’s correct,” Stephen says. His voice is empty. “With water and elbow work, these runes can be scratched away without issue, and you’ll be rid of me.”

Stark inhales--a shuddering breath of rage that makes Stephen’s shoulders tense instinctually. “I don’t let magic do my dirty work, Strange,” he hisses. “I don’t load the gun and hand it off to someone else. I don’t give the Stone away and let someone else snap.”

He scoffs, and its full of enough disgust that Stephen almost thinks he’s back in the cold of Titan again. “Do whatever you want,” Stark says. He turns, already stretched to his breaking point in Stephen’s presence.

Stephen waits for the last line. The end of the Scene.

“Finish your runes. Live, if that’s what you want.”

Stark’s words echo even after he’s gone.

Stephen looks after him for a long, long moment, trying to swallow down the bitter disappointment that Stark didn’t just kill him.

----

[foramomentonly]

Saved-A Meet Ugly

Author’s Note: Behold, the promised meet ugly inspired by @aewriting ! Blatantly stealing titles from early aughts teen films of my youth at this point.

Summary: Alex discovers a) his new roommate is a Christian Fundamentalist who hates him, b) he’s love with said roommate, and c) he’s super wrong.

 CW: negative perspective on organized Christianity/Fundamentalism

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Alex meets his dormmate briefly in the hall as he and his parents are heading out to lunch. Michael Guerin is friendly, his barely-contained, nervous energy evident in the restless way he passes his hands through his close-cropped curls. His parents are formal, bordering on sour, and they glare at Alex’s eyeliner and polished fingernails with disdain. They don’t invite him to eat with them. Then again, Alex thinks as they part and he wanders towards the room he’ll share with Michael, his own father didn’t even bother to drop him off at school. Glass houses, or some shit like that.

Michael has claimed the left side of the room, his bed neatly made up with simple, blue sheets and his desk stuffed with thick textbooks, some already clearly marked with wear. A battered, clunky-looking laptop charges on his nightstand. Some secret tension in Alex slowly uncoils with the knowledge that he isn’t sharing living space with some rich prick; when he eschewed the Manes family military tradition for higher education, Alex left home with little more than his scholarships and a military duffle stuffed with clothes and stolen linens to his name. Knowing his days of watching douchebags like Kyle Valenti flaunt expensive tokens of their parents’ unconditional love are over is a small comfort. 

That is, until Alex notices the crucifix resting on Michael's plaid pillowcase. It’s innocuous enough; Liz Ortecho's small home has plenty, family heirlooms hung as reverently as Texas gas station finds, and Alex counts her among his true family. But the facts fall into place like thundering dominos—Michael’s parents' disgust at Alex's makeup, the family's conservative clothes, Michael's closely-chopped hair and, after a bit of snooping, the two well-worn Bibles Alex finds, one in Michael's nightstand and the other on his small bookshelf. Fundamentalists, most likely. Alex swears loud and defiant into the empty room. He thought he'd left bigots and homophobes in his dust, but like a plague of fucking locusts, they followed him, and here he is about to share a sink with one of them. 

But Alex also knows better than most that kids aren’t always carbon copies of their parents’ stupidity; he’d flip his shit if someone assumed they knew literally anything about his beliefs based on his asshole father. So when Michael returns to the room Alex is in stealth mode, spread out across his bed and feigning disinterest by flipping through his welcome packet, tracking Michael’s movements out of the corner of his eye. Michael blows a loud puff of air out through his lips and looks like he’s about to flop onto his bed. When he sees the crucifix, he freezes; Alex is about to celebrate a victory against religious indoctrination when Michael lifts the small cross reverently off his pillow and, after an appraising scan of his space, hangs it low on the wall above his nightstand, dragging his school-issued lamp in front of it. He jerks his chin down in a small nod of satisfaction before his eyes dart quickly over to Alex; he almost catches Alex in a glower. Instead, Alex is quietly seething over an intramural sports schedule, his face blank, eyes burning holes in the middle of the page. He figures he’s in the clear when he hears Michael’s bedsprings creak with the sudden weight of his body. Alex glances up and Michael is crossing his arms lazily behind his head. He lets out a loud, satisfied sigh and shoots Alex a disarmingly sincere grin.

“Free at last, huh?” he drawls, and Alex arches a cold brow.

“Sure.”

Alex has every intention of icing Michael out of his daily existence, but as months go by—months where Michael lets his curls grow wild, rambles on and on about the science of irrigation, offers Alex his extensive biology notes for midterms, and laughs loud and deep at all of Alex’s snarky asides—Alex finds himself smiling easily at Michael in return, willingly passing lazy lunch hours and weekend afternoons with him. It comes down to this: for all Michael hasn’t done—the crucifix is an ever-present shadow above his nightstand and weekly video check-ins with his parents are never missed—he just doesn’t fit the mold. He smokes weed on the abandoned picnic tables behind the dorm at night, signs every social justice-oriented pledge and petition shoved at him on a cheap, plastic clipboard on their way to class, and he never wakes up before noon on Sundays. He isn’t fire and brimstone, hate and hellfire. He’s marshmellow fluff; laid back and open, sweet and eager to please, all messy curls and broad shoulders and goofy smiles with too much teeth and—oh, fuck. Alex is in love with him. 

Alex is in love with Michael and Michael probably thinks Alex deserves to burn in hell and it’s Kyle all over again. Alex was never in love with Kyle Valenti, but he loved him the way a neglected, angry little boy would love the popular, gregarious kid who was his only source of sunlight. Graciously. Blindly. Kyle was Alex’s best friend, and when middle school puberty made evident that Kyle was a stud and Alex was, well. Alex felt the betrayal of Kyle’s sudden targeted cruelty like a punch to the gut, long before Kyle or his new friends ever laid hands on him. And now, Alex realizes, Michael is his best friend and his heart’s deepest desire and, he’s finally ready to admit, who he jerks off to on lazy mornings after Michael’s barely made it out the door for his 8 a.m. class with a shirt on. Alex is well and truly fucked. “Damned” is too on the nose.

Then one day Alex is dragging his miserably-in-love ass back from class and he totally misses the tie that slipped from the doorknob onto the ugly carpet in front of their door and he opens it on Michael and some random guy going at it on Michael’s bed, sheets bunched at the foot of the mattress, shirts tossed inside out on the floor, and Michael’s hand deep down the guy’s jeans as he pants and whines into Michael’s mouth.

“Shit!” Alex cries, waffling between shutting the door behind him to shield them from the prying eyes of hallway passers-by or in front of him to shut himself out of his own room. “I-I’m so sorry.”

Michael looks flustered, but it’s not the bone-deep terror of being outed; Alex is intimately familiar with that darkest timeline of queer identity. His boyfriend—hook up?—just looks annoyed. His dark eyes glare at Alex and he snaps, “Do you mind, man?” with a sharp nod towards the door. Alex squares his jaw and opens his mouth to retort when Michael says softly, seriously, “Don’t talk to him like that,” shaking his head at his bedmate. The guy huffs in disbelief, rolling off the bed to pull on his shirt, still inside out, and fasten his jeans, brushing his fingers through messy, deep brown hair. 

“You’re seriously kicking me out right now?” he murmurs low, and when Michael doesn't answer, he spits, “You are such a dick.”

Michael winces and bites his lip, normally bright eyes dim and gaze cast down towards his own hands. The sight of Michael cowed, flushed and hurt and getting told off by the same Hot Topic reject who was getting off with him not five minutes ago trips Alex's long-dormant kill switch. He steps into the guy's space, pulling back his shoulders so his shirt stretches tight over the muscles of his arms and chest, and draws up to his full height.

"You have thirty seconds to get the fuck out of our room," Alex says, voice low and eerily calm, even to his own ears. The guy glowers at Alex, but the corner of his mouth twitches and he blinks first, intimidation evident in his narrowed eyes. He brushes past Alex and slams the door behind him.

"Are you okay?" Alex asks, moving closer to Michael on instinct and setting a comforting hand on his bare shoulder. Michael gazes up at him with wide, honey eyes, opens his soft, pink mouth, and blurts, "I love you."

Alex blinks, gapes, and what comes out of his mouth is an incredulous, “But I’m gay!”

Michael snorts, cups Alex’s forearm gently and runs his palm up and down his skin, the soft hair on his arms.

“Yeah, I know. That’s kinda why I’m hoping I have a shot.” He pauses, hesitation creeping across his face, and he takes his hand off of Alex abruptly, as though he hadn’t quite realized he’d put it there in the first place. “If you’re not interested, I totally—”

“No, no, I am,” Alex says, and the wattage of Michael’s answering grin could power the university’s electric grid for the rest of the semester. “But I thought you were, like, Team Westboro or whatever.”

Michael’s face falls, his whole body withers, and he hugs his arms around his naked waist. The impact of Alex's words on Michael horrify him, and he drops onto the bed next to Michael, takes Michael's hand in his and strokes his thumb across it’s back, feels the knots of Michael’s knuckles as he grips Alex's hand in return.

“Why the hell would you think that?” Michael asks, staring at their palms pressed together in his lap.

Alex shrugs, answers, "I mean, I didn't. I don't. Not about, like, you." Michael turns his head, brow wrinkled in confusion. "It's just. The cross? The Bibles? Your parents, I—"

"They're not my parents, "Michael interrupts, voice flat. "They raised me, but. They never formally adopted me, and I'd have fucking run the other direction if I thought they were gonna."

Alex stays quiet, waits for Michael to continue, squeezes his hand gently to let Michael know he's listening.

"They're Fundamentalist assholes, for sure, but I never bought into that shit, especially once I—I realized I like more than just girls." Michael reaches out, pushes his lamp out of the way and glares at the crucifix. "I'd love to never see their fucking faces ever again, but winter break is coming up, and then summer vacation, and—" He hangs his head, nearly whispers, "I need to have a place to go. I can't afford an apartment on my own yet. So I play nice. Put that on my wall and make sure it's in the background for video calls. There’s, like, zero support for kids who age out of the system alone. I fucking hate it, but I need them." 

Michael leans his head close to Alex's, catches his gaze and holds it with deep, whiskey-colored eyes Alex all but falls into.

"I'm not ashamed of what I like or who I love," he says, "and I'm so fucking in love with you, Alex. I just thought maybe you weren't into me."

Alex licks his lips, and a flush of arousal darkens his cheeks as Michael tracks the movements of his tongue with hungry concentration.

"I'm extremely into you," he says, his throat very suddenly bone dry, his voice husky. Michael's gaze hasn't moved from his lips, but he has flipped Alex's hand in his lap, starts running slow, feather-light brushes of his fingertips across Alex's palm and up his arm, fingers snaking under the short sleeve of Alex's shirt.

"I really wanna kiss you," Michael breathes, "but I’m also aware you just walked in on me hooking up with, like, Alex Manes-lite, so I—"

Alex closes the distance between them, pressing his lips to Michael's and cupping his neck, fingers finding their way into Michael's curls like he's been fantasizing about for so long. They're silky, clingy, and Michael tastes like lingering mouthwash and he smells like rain and Alex presses himself into Michael's lap, desperate to feel Michael's arms around his waist, the hard press of his chest against Alex's.

"I really want to do more than kiss you," Alex pants when they reluctantly part for air, when Michael’s fingers slip beneath his shirt and his nails scrape down Alex’s spine, and Alex feels the touch much lower on the geography of his skin.

Michael laughs, loud and free, and his strong hands on Alex's hips guide his legs apart until Alex is straddling his lap, those same hands pushing Alex's shirt up his chest, over his head.

"Thank God," Michael laughs, and reaches for Alex's belt.

[bevioletskies]

if i keep my heart out of sight

summary: Apollo used to think Klavier was an open book - someone honest, someone uncomplicated, someone who didn’t have anything to hide. But when Klavier asks Apollo to accompany him on a visit to see Kristoph, Apollo finds himself starting to think otherwise.

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a/n: For @klapollo-week, day three of seven (prompt: "protection"). All seven of my fics take place in the same continuity! However, each can be read as a stand-alone, with the exception of day seven being a sequel to day five.

This fic takes place at some point in time between Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice, but doesn’t reference any specific plotlines otherwise. Fic title is from the song If I Keep My Heart Out Of Sight by James Taylor.

“You don’t have to, Apollo. I know I’m probably asking too much of you, so if - ”

“No, i-it’s okay, you just - you surprised me. I’ll, uh, I’ll be there! Only...we’re not going on your bike, are we?”

Klavier blinked. His expression scared Apollo; he’d never seen Klavier so stoic, so serious, not even during the most crucial moments of a trial. Then, Klavier burst into laughter. “Achtung, I ask you to come with me to visit mein Bruder in prison, and that’s what you’re concerned about?”

Huffing, Apollo narrowed his eyes at him. “Actually, I’m more concerned about you calling me ‘Apollo’ a second ago. You feeling okay, Gavin?”

“Obviously I’m feeling just fine, Forehead, as you can plainly see by me wanting to talk about Kristoph for a change,” Klavier drawled, his lazy smile betrayed by the sharp glint in his eyes. “And nein, not my motorcycle. Did you forget I have a car?”

“Apparently,” Apollo said. “You ever mess up the exhaust pipe on that one, too?” Now it was Klavier’s turn to glare. “Kidding, kidding. So, uh...what brought this on? Why do you even wanna see him?”

“Misguided need for closure?” Klavier let out a short, harsh chuckle. “Or maybe I’m just bored.”

Apollo had to look away from Klavier for a moment, the rush of emotions that had crossed his face just then too overwhelming to bear. They were standing in the courtroom, which was long empty now that their latest trial was over. Phoenix and Athena were waiting for Apollo in the defense lobby, while Trucy was back at the agency, eagerly awaiting the outcome. For Klavier, on the other hand, the only things waiting for him were the journalists on the courthouse front steps and the paperwork on his desk at the prosecutor’s office. “And...why do you want me to go with you?” Apollo asked, looking back up.

Klavier shrugged. “We don’t hang out enough,” he replied, grinning cheekily. He then turned and headed for the courtroom doors, lifting a manicured hand to wave him off. “I’ll text you, ja? Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Forehead.”

“Liar,” Apollo muttered, rubbing his wrist where his bracelet had squeezed him.

_____

Another week or so went by before Apollo found himself getting into Klavier’s car, his stomach turning unpleasantly. It was mid-morning on a Saturday, a time in which he was usually at his most relaxed - sleeping in, watching TV, and hanging out with his cat. But now, all he could think about was Klavier’s white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel.

“...Gavin.”

“Ja?” Klavier’s response was too quick, too loud.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Apollo asked. “You shouldn't force yourself to do something you don’t wanna do. If he, I dunno, contacted you and called you out or whatever - ”

“He didn’t,” Klavier interrupted swiftly. “And before you ask, nein, I didn’t contact him, either. Just this once, I’d prefer that he didn’t have the upper hand.”

Apollo’s face softened; he nodded. “Good call. Who knows - maybe it’ll work in your favor.”

They pulled into the Central Prison parking lot less than thirty minutes later. Apollo, trembling with anxiety, followed Klavier closely as they made their way through security. Prison, Apollo thought rather stupidly, felt cold, impersonal. At least Klavier radiated warmth, familiarity, though the guards seemed surprised to see him. That was to be expected, Apollo supposed, since it had been nearly two years since Kristoph’s imprisonment, and Klavier had never visited until now.

“Here he is,” one of the guards said gruffly after leading them through a confusing series of corridors. “Go on, then.”

Things were unsettlingly quiet for a moment. Apollo and Klavier stared at the reinforced door before them - Kristoph was no longer behind literal bars - waiting, anticipating, dreading what was to come. The only view they were afforded was a small window of an even smaller room, meaning they would only be able to see Kristoph from the waist up at most, even if he was on the complete opposite side of his cell. His back was to them, hands clasped neatly behind him. Klavier’s breath hitched. Kristoph turned abruptly at the sound.

“Ah.” Kristoph smiled pleasantly. “What an unexpected surprise. Mr. Justice, I didn’t know you still cared.”

“Hardly,” Apollo said through gritted teeth. Already, he felt the hairs on his arms stand on end. “Gav - Klavier asked me to come, so I did.”

“Still taking orders from a Gavin, are you?” Kristoph stepped closer. His face was gaunt, his skin ragged. Even his hair seemed to have lost its shine. “And here, I thought you were working for Wright. Or does he not pay you enough? Honestly, I wouldn’t think he’d be able to pay you at all. He’s very fond of working pro bono, from what I remember. How...charitable of him.”

“Hallo to you too, Kristoph,” Klavier said evenly, stepping in front of Apollo. “If you’re done being an arschgeige, it’s me you’re talking to, not him.”

Kristoph’s eyebrows shot up. “Is that so? I wouldn’t have guessed it, what with you shaking like a leaf.”

Klavier sucked in another breath between his teeth. “Do you really have nothing to say to me? Do you not think of our parents and what they think about you? What everyone thinks about you?”

Kristoph smirked, taking a few measured steps back. “Did they not teach us not to concern ourselves with the opinions of those who don’t matter?”

“So breaking Mama and Papa’s hearts, that doesn’t matter to you?” Klavier snapped. “If I were to bring them here, could you really say that to their faces?” Apollo glanced at him, worried. He’d never heard either Gavin mention their parents before, had always assumed they were gone in some sense. He couldn’t imagine what they were like, what Kristoph and Klavier’s childhood had been like, for them to turn out the way that they did.

“You’re better than that, Klavier,” Kristoph scolded lightly. He seemed to be enjoying himself; it made Apollo’s throat burn with disgust. “Emotional manipulation, hypothetical scenarios...they aren’t becoming of a prosecutor of your caliber.”

“That disappointment you feel? It’s mutual, vertrau mir,” Klavier retorted, letting out an irritable exhale.

“Is that really all you came here to ask me about?” Kristoph paced to the back of his cell, neatly dropping down onto the small cot he'd been given, covered with a threadbare blanket. At the very least, Apollo was satisfied to see how little he had. Phoenix had told him what Kristoph’s first cell was like, how infuriatingly luxurious it was. This was more fitting for a man of his morals. “If I’m broken up about hurting poor Mother and Father’s feelings?”

“Nein, that’s only the beginning,” Klavier said coolly. Apollo shivered, moving away entirely so Klavier could stand directly in front of the little window. “You know, even now, there are still people who think that I’m the arrogant one. The one who so desperately seeks validation, while you don’t have a care in the world. But tell me, Kristoph - if you really care so little about what people think, why are you the one in prison for killing someone who passed you over for a case that would've made you famous?”

Kristoph scowled. “Klavier…”

“And does it bother you, knowing that even before you became a killer, that everyone always preferred me?” Klavier continued, unflinching. “Our parents, our teachers, our family friends...the world at large.”

“Your silly insults are more suitable for a playground than a prison, how depressing,” Kristoph said, quickly regaining his composure. “After all this time, your lack of maturity still disappoints me. Not surprising, though, considering you were worshipped by the masses from a young age. But that worship, it doesn’t quite fill that emptiness, does it?” Klavier went pale.

Apollo let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “The hell does that mean?” he demanded, his voice echoing throughout the prison’s hallowed halls.

“All Klavier ever wanted, ever since he was a little boy, was to be loved. How asinine,” Kristoph drawled. “It was our parents’ love of soaps and Austen novels that...inspired him. Made him the romantic he claims to be. Personally, I don’t believe he was ever deprived of love. As he said, our parents adored him, our teachers and classmates thought he was just so charming...but apparently, that was still never enough.”

“Kristoph,” Klavier warned, eyes narrowing. “Halt mal.”

“Did you know, Mr. Justice, that he’s never been in a long-term relationship?” Kristoph’s gaze went to his brother’s reddening face. “For all his talk, all his literal song and dance about love, he’s never had what anyone would call a romantic partner. Just...sex and bad dates.” He cocked his head, looking at Klavier inquisitively. “Is no one good enough for you, Klavier? Is it that you haven’t found anyone yet? Or...is that you have found someone, only they have no intention of ever loving you back?” He neatly folded one leg over the other, smirking. “I’m inclined to believe the latter. I know your tastes, after all.”

“You don’t know me,” Klavier said lowly. His fists were clenched so tightly, he was leaving fingernail indents in his palms. “I don’t think you ever did.”

“That’s more than most people can say,” Kristoph replied. “When was the last time anyone cared enough to get to know you?”

Klavier reeled back like he’d been hit, his eyes wide and suspiciously wet. “I - I - ”

“Alright, enough!” Apollo said sharply, tugging on Klavier’s elbow. It took a few tries before Klavier moved away from the door, his chest heaving with emotion. Apollo cast him a brief, concerned glance - Klavier refused to look back - before stepping in front of him so he could look Kristoph in the eye. “You know what, Mr. Gavin?”

“Tell me,” Kristoph said, smiling devilishly.

“I obviously wasted my time thinking about what I was gonna say to you, if I was gonna say anything to you,” Apollo said, his own hands trembling by his sides. “But I’ve made up my mind. I-I’m not gonna give you the satisfaction of letting you continue to stroke your own ego. Save that for when you’re alone.”

Kristoph chuckled, amused. “I’m sure that sounded wittier in your head, Mr. Justice. Next time, perhaps.”

“Asshole,” Apollo muttered, pulling on Klavier’s arm once more. “C’mon, let’s get out of here before we do something that gets us thrown behind bars, too.”

Klavier was worryingly silent, barely managing to plaster on a polite smile for the security guards who led them out. By the time they returned to Klavier’s car, Apollo expected him to be furious, to be beside himself, to be completely falling apart. Instead, Klavier was smiling, leaning casually against the side of his car like nothing had happened. “Achtung, I’m starving. Where do you want to eat? I’ll pay.”

“I - huh?!” Apollo’s anger was quickly replaced with confusion. “Wait, we’re just gonna...eat? After all that?”

“Maybe today will finally be the day you have a meal with me, ja?” Klavier teased, his grin widening. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes that suggested he was feeling anything less than perfect. “I mean it, Forehead. You choose.”

“Um.” Apollo cleared his throat. “I...I guess I have a place in mind.”

_____

Klavier stared down at his food with more suspicion than Apollo had ever seen anyone have while looking at a bowl of ramen. “...Gavin?”

“This might contain more sodium than I consume in an entire week,” Klavier mused. He then picked up his chopsticks and began to eat. Apollo exchanged glances with Mr. Eldoon, who merely shrugged and returned to his station by his stockpot. Sighing, Apollo started eating, too. He’d given up on the notion of Klavier talking about what had happened, and honestly, he couldn’t blame him. There was a reason Apollo despised Kristoph like no other, even after all this time. The less said, the better.

“It’s good, right?” Apollo said, chuckling awkwardly. He wasn’t sure whether to go with small talk or stifled silence.

“My compliments to the chef,” Klavier said, loud enough so Mr. Eldoon could hear. He seemed unbothered, waving a hand in bare acknowledgement. “Anyway, what are your plans for the rest of the weekend, Herr Forehead?”

“The same thing I do every weekend - sleep, video games, more sleep,” Apollo replied. “How ‘bout you?”

“MIght go for a run tomorrow, it’s been some time,” Klavier said, popping a piece of chashu into his mouth. “But sleep sounds sehr gut, too. I worked more than usual this week, so maybe I should sleep in, get a massage…”

“Sounds...nice.” Apollo was starting to think silence was the better option. He felt seconds away from bursting with a dozen questions he knew he wasn’t going to get answers to. “Hey, are you - ”

“Do you - ” Klavier cut himself off with a soft laugh. “Sorry, you go first.”

“Are you feeling…” Apollo trailed off when he realized Klavier’s eyes were fixed on him intently; there was something in them that almost felt like a warning. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. “Never mind, i-it’s not important. What were you gonna say?”

“Do you…” Klavier went quiet for so long, Apollo turned back to his ramen, intensely aware of how close they were sitting, how uncomfortable they both felt. “...regret coming with me?”

Apollo nearly choked on his noodles in surprise. “Oh - no, no, n-not at all! I mean, it’s not like I wanted to see him again, but...I’d hate to think what would’ve happened if you’d gone by yourself.”

Klavier hummed. “...then let’s not think about it, ja?” Just like that, he was smiling again. This time, it looked off somehow. “Herr Blackquill told me Taka made a nest in your hair the other day. Your forehead makes quite the landing zone, doesn’t it?”

“You shut it or I’m stealing your egg,” Apollo threatened, elbowing him. Klavier laughed, making a point to eat the remaining half of his soft-boiled egg before Apollo could snatch it from his bowl. Hesitating, Apollo set down his chopsticks. “Actually, y’know what? Never mind my ‘never mind’ - are we really not gonna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Klavier reached for his tea. “I asked if you regretted coming with me, you said nein. What else is there to say?”

“Oh, I don’t know, everything?” Apollo shot back, trying not to raise his voice. He didn’t want Klavier to think he was angry at him - after all, for once, he really wasn’t. He just wanted something, anything, aside from Klavier’s too-bright eyes and his indifferent smile. “Gavin, he - I - ”

“I think I liked it better when you called me ‘Klavier’,” he commented, taking a long sip.

“Don’t change the subject,” Apollo said, frowning. “Look, I-I’m not saying we have to talk about it now, but are you...okay?”

“I’ll be better once I get that massage,” Klavier said airily, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I should book it now before I forget. Personal massage therapists can be so finicky, you know? Especially when I want something specific.”

Apollo narrowed his eyes. “I see what you’re doing, Gavin.”

“Making an appointment? Ja, Forehead, very observant of you.” Klavier turned to look at him, then winked. “Don’t worry, you’ll have my full attention again in a moment. I know you’re desperate for it. Just be patient, bitte.”

“You are impossible to talk to,” Apollo grouched, picking up his chopsticks again. “Fine, I give up. I guess I won’t, quote-unquote, ‘get to know you’ after all.”

“Hey.” The sudden bite in Klavier’s voice made Apollo jump. “Don’t do that.”

“I - ” Apollo shrunk in his seat, simultaneously stunned and subdued. “...sorry. Sorry, that crossed a line. It’s just - you’re…”

“I hate it when you sound like him.” Klavier turned back to his own food, pocketing his phone more forcefully than necessary. “It happens more often than you think, you know.”

“I...didn’t realize.” Apollo tried, and failed, to clear the lump in his throat. They ate in silence for the next few minutes, painfully aware of how their legs were pressed together, how they kept brushing against each other’s elbows and shoulders. “Listen, um...I know it might not seem like I’m on your side most of the time, but...if you wanna talk about it, I’m here. No judgement.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Forehead,” Klavier said, though not unkindly. “Anyway, I won’t bother lying to you, I won’t insult your intelligence. I think I do enough of that in court. So...I’d rather not talk about it at all. Why bother?”

“Why bother?” Apollo repeated, confused. “You don’t wanna, I dunno, process your feelings or whatever it is you’re s’posed to do?”

“And then what?” Klavier sounded more bitter than angry now. “Talking about my feelings won’t make them hurt less.”

“I...guess not,” Apollo said slowly. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Right now, it seemed like nothing would bring Klavier any kind of comfort. “...besides, it’d be kinda hypocritical of me to ask someone to open up, huh?”

“I wouldn’t know. I...haven’t had the chance to get to know you, either.” Klavier finished his tea, then wiped his mouth. Another uncomfortable silence passed between them. “After all, it seems like neither of us is particularly forthcoming.”

Apollo shot him a bittersweet smile. “Yeah, that, uh, that about sums it up.”

Klavier then hung his head, almost as if he were ashamed of something, possibly himself. “...sorry, Apollo. I don’t mean to take this out on you, it’s just...I’m not used to this.”

“Visiting your brother?” Apollo guessed.

“Talking about mein Bruder.” Klavier gave Mr. Eldoon a grateful smile when he wordlessly came over to refill his tea. “Or talking to you, whichever one sounds better. Or, you know, worse.”

“Try all of the above?” Apollo suggested, managing to get a short laugh out of Klavier. “Hey, I’m just keeping our options open. And, um...it’s okay, Gavin, you’re fine. Things got...really rough back there. I don’t blame you for being...you know.”

Klavier nodded slowly, his expression inscrutable. Suddenly, he sat up like he’d just remembered something. “Ach, look at me - I still haven’t said danke schön for today!”

“Oh. You’re, uh, welcome?” Apollo turned back to his food and began shovelling noodles into his mouth, his face growing steadily warm; he wasn’t sure how else to respond.

“Wait, I haven’t actually done it yet,” Klavier chuckled, the light in his eyes gradually returning. “Danke schön, Herr Forehead, for coming with me to see Kristoph. For...cutting him off after he said...you know…”

“...that.” Apollo cleared his throat. “Yeah, I know.” They both went silent again, though it wasn’t nearly as stifling this time. Klavier waited patiently while Apollo finished his ramen, humming idly to himself. He seemed to be in better spirits now, though there was still a fog in the air that hadn’t quite lifted.

“I can tell you still have questions,” Klavier observed, right as Apollo was taking his last bite.

“I-I’m not gonna push it!” Apollo protested. “You don’t wanna talk, you don’t have to talk. Simple as that.”

“Pick the easiest one, then, and I’ll answer it. Just so you don’t walk away empty-handed.” Klavier’s smile was pleasant, friendly, as if he’d merely offered to play a game of twenty questions to pass the time instead. Apollo stared at him for a little too long, still unsure of how to figure Klavier out, if he’d ever figured him out.

“Okay. Um…” Dozens of questions seemed to flood Apollo’s mind all at once, none of which seemed “easy”. None of them seemed remotely appropriate to talk about here and now, not while they sat on rickety seats at a noodle stand on a colder-than-usual Saturday afternoon. He supposed there was one question that seemed less invasive in comparison, only he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer and all it implied. Apollo sucked in a breath. “Was he right about you, er…‘finding someone’?”

Klavier blinked. “...are you trying to ask me if I’m single?”

“Gavin, I swear to - ”

“Because I’d rather not get into it,” Klavier continued. “Ja, I don’t have anyone. But I do have someone. Someone who means a lot to me, even if...even though they barely give me the time of day. And...that’s all I want you to know.” His voice cracked slightly.

“I...oh.” Apollo was more confused than ever. “Fair enough, I guess.”

“I can’t believe that’s what you went with,” Klavier said, laughing quietly, more to himself than to Apollo. “Of all the things to ask about, achtung. My relationship status, Forehead, really?”

“Apparently.” Apollo finished his tea as well, then sat back with a satisfied sigh. “Well, this has been...awkward.”

Klavier couldn’t help but snort. “You don’t say.” He then softened. “I’m still grateful you’re here all the same. Even though it made you uncomfortable, you stuck around. Danke again, I mean it.”

“You needed someone to look out for you,” Apollo shrugged. “That’s why you asked me, right? Not ‘cos we don’t hang out enough or whatever that bullshit reason was that you gave me, but ‘cos...I-I was there. When it happened. I made it happen.”

Klavier stood, averting his eyes so Apollo couldn’t see his face. “You could’ve said no. To be honest, I was expecting it.”

“I’m sorry you expected it,” Apollo said, his voice barely above a whisper. For some reason, he felt as if he couldn’t speak at his usual boisterous volume. “And I’m not saying, y’know, sign me up again, but...if you ever go back...let me know, okay?”

Klavier merely hummed, then tossed a handful of bills in Mr. Eldoon’s direction before Apollo could even pull out his wallet. He wordlessly started heading across to the street where his car was parked, Apollo trailing after him. “What about you, Forehead?”

“Huh? What about me?” Apollo asked. He was really starting to get mood whiplash, though it definitely wasn’t the first time today or even the first time in the last ten minutes, not by a long shot.

Klavier smirked. “Have you…‘found someone’?”

“Wh-what the hell does that have to do with anything?!” Apollo exclaimed. “And even if I did, I-I wouldn’t tell you!”

“Then let’s keep our secrets, shall we?” Klavier sounded strangely serious all of a sudden; it sent a shiver up Apollo’s spine. “Let me take you home now, ja? I think we’ve had more than enough of...everything.”

“Agreed,” Apollo said, getting back into Klavier’s car.

The drive back to Apollo’s apartment would’ve been completely silent, if not for Klavier’s insistence on blasting the radio at nearly ear-splitting volume. It didn’t leave Apollo much room to be alone with his thoughts, though he supposed at a time like this, he was glad to not have the opportunity. He snuck the occasional glance over at Klavier, who seemed to be back to his usual self - drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, head bobbing along in time with the classic rock they were listening to, lifting a hand every so often to fiddle with his bangs. If Apollo didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought this morning never happened. He found himself wondering, of all the countless number of times he’d been around Klavier before, if he really was as calm, cool, and collected as he seemed to be.

“Have a good weekend, Herr Forehead,” Klavier said once he stopped outside of Apollo’s building.

“You too,” Apollo said, getting out of the car. He hesitated the moment his feet hit the sidewalk; he turned back to look at Klavier. “Hey, Gavin? Good luck with your...someone. There’s no point in me telling you, y’know, that you should think about moving on to someone who actually cares about you, ‘cos…” He swallowed. “...that’s just not how it works. You just - you end up feeling your feelings before you even realize you have feelings. And it sucks. Like, a lot.”

Klavier smiled ruefully. “Eloquent as ever, I see.”

“Gavin - ”

“But I appreciate the sentiment all the same,” Klavier finished, grinning. “Speaking from experience, are you?”

Apollo glared. “Gavin,” he repeated, more bitingly this time. Klavier merely laughed, tossing his head back as he did. His blindingly white smile was even brighter in the sunlight; everything about it seemed familiar to Apollo somehow.

“Ja, ja, I hear you,” Klavier said, still chuckling. “Auf Wiedersehen, Apollo.”

“See you around,” Apollo replied, waving as Klavier pulled away from the curb. He let out a long, desperately-needed exhale, then turned and headed into his building. Their conversation still felt disjointed, unfinished, and he knew he had to be okay with that. He had to, or he was never not going to think about Klavier and his indifferent smile ever again. Right as he reached his door, his phone pinged, informing him that he’d gotten a text message.

maybe we’ll get to know each other someday, ja?

Apollo bit back a smile, then sent a reply before heading inside.

I think I’d actually like that.

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a/n: Welcome to my third entry for Klapollo Week 2021! Continuity-wise, this is the first of seven fics, but again, there is no need to read the others to follow each fic on its own. So...this got angsty. Someday, I'd like to write a fuller version of this premise; I feel like Dual Destinies implies that Apollo and Klavier are closer than the way Apollo makes things seem, so I can definitely picture this happening. Also, I've mentioned this before, but I weirdly enjoy writing Kristoph despite him being, you know, Kristoph.

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Likes and reblogs would be much appreciated. Hoping you're all safe and healthy and doing well ❤️

[official-weasley]

The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 7, Ch. 6

PART 7: THE YEAR OF HIDING AND PASSION Chapter 6 - Not so Quick, Charles Weasley

Warnings: SMUT in the Forbidden Forest!

Charlie

“What do you want, Charlie?” I finally found Nova in the Owlery sitting on the floor with Pip. I needed a moment to catch my breath because I searched for her from the Library to the Great Hall.

“I told you I don't want to be around you right now.” She added, looking away. Pip hooted at me angrily. I don't think he was ever mad at me before.

“I...Nova...” I didn't even know where to start. It was pointless saying I was sorry because it wouldn't do justice to the fact how much I hurt her.

“I'm an idiot.” Was finally what I decided to go with.

“That we can agree on.” Her eyes were on Pip the entire time and it was tearing me apart that I couldn't look into her blue eyes.

“Saying sorry isn't enough for how I acted.” I said slowly and took a step towards her. She stayed quiet. “I was just...” I decided to be brutally honest with her. “When Murphy told me about the whole thing, I snapped. Everything that happened over the past 2 years came surging back up and so did all my insecurities.”

“Insecurities?” She snapped and finally looked at me. Her eyes were red and puffy. “How can you be insecure about us after us being together for almost a year?” She sniffed. “How can you say that after all we have been through...after all we have told and trusted each other...after all we...felt together.”

“I am not insecure about us, Nova.” I took the risk of sitting down next to her, but she stood up at once, moving away from me. “I'm insecure about myself.” I looked up at her and her frowning expression softened.

“What do you mean?” Her voice changed from an angry girlfriend's to that of my best friend's.

“Nova, you don't understand...” I swallowed hard. “I have everything I ever wanted with you. My life is perfect. I have wanted to be with you for such a long time. Dreaming about you. Longing for you to return my feelings.” I felt tears gathering in my eyes and I didn't even mind. I had to tell her how I feel.

“And it terrifies me, Nova.” She kneeled next to me and our eyes met. “It terrifies me how good we have it and my biggest fear is losing you.” My voice shook.

“And how do you think I feel?” She put her hand on mine giving me goosebumps all over my body.

“The same?” I guessed and squeezed her hand tight.

“Do you remember how jealous I got of that Gryffindor girl that said hello to you in the Great Hall?” Her lips curved a little and I felt a sense of relief.

“Yeah.” I chuckled. I still can't believe she was jealous of her. “That's not the same, though.”

“How is it not the same?” Our eyes locked. “Charlie, I might've had a crush on Murphy but it was nothing compared to what I felt or feel for you.” She placed her hand on my cheek and I trembled under her touch.

“Char, I have been denying my feelings for you, bottling them down for years. You were and still are my best friend and I wasn't going to allow my stupid feelings to ruin our friendship. No matter how I tried to dismiss my feelings for you they were always there.” I couldn't help my smile from growing ever larger.

“It has always been you, Charlie. Even if I needed years to realize it.” She gently turned my head to hers and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “At some point it became inevitable and I started to panic but you know that story already.” She said, her forehead pressed on mine. I chuckled.

“We really are meant to be, aren't we?” I opened my eyes and looked at her. She nodded.

“I feel really bad for Murphy, that's my biggest problem.” Nova giggled at my confession. “He really liked you.”

“I know he did.” She sighed. I knew she felt bad as well.

“But he still told me that we look good together. What a nice bloke.” I smiled.

“He is. Penny told me he's dating the Hufflepuff Keeper, so I think he's happy.” She ran her fingers through my hair.

“See, if he told me that, I might've spared myself the embarrassment of being the worst boyfriend ever.” I facepalmed myself.

“You're not the worst boyfriend. You just acted on impulse even though it wasn't the right thing to do.” She said softly.

“I'm so sorry, I hurt you, Nova. And shouted at you and...” My voice started breaking again. “Made you cry.”

“It's okay.” She whispered. “I forgive you. Just promise me you will never do that again. You have no reason to be insecure about yourself. I want you and only you.”

“I promise. I will never make you feel this way again.” I still felt bad. I loved her more than anything in the world and just making her cry or angry was something that I should never have let happen.

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Murphy asking me to the Ball.” She bowed her head. “When you asked me I already forgot all about it. I told you on the night of the Ball that I only have feelings for you and I wasn't lying.”

“And I believed you. I just...” I sighed. “Sometimes, I can't believe how good we have it and I guess I feel I am not good enough for you.”

“You're right, you're not. You're better. You're the love of my life, Charles. I have everything I ever wanted with you.” She bit her lip, her cheeks were burning. “That's why I was so shocked that you even got mad at what Murphy told you. Don't I show it enough to you how much you mean to me?” She frowned.

“Don't question that. Of course, you do. You show me every day. I just lost my head and I promise it won't happen again.” I reassured her. The last thing I wanted was her thinking she doesn't show me how much she loves me.

What I did was stupid and unnecessary and I will never do anything like that again. What we have is real and I have to give in to the fact that I can have everything I ever wanted and I have to stop being so destructive about it.

She pulled me into a tight embrace and Pip hooted. He started picking at my shoelaces, still skeptical if he can trust me again.

“It's okay, Pip. We like him again.” Nova giggled. Pip hooted happily and jumped in my lap.

“I love you so much, Nova.” I put my hand on her neck and pulled her to my lips again.

“I love you too, Char.” She whispered over my lips, melting my heart.

“What's that?” I asked after a moment of silence of me, Nova and Pip being in a hug.

“Oh, nothing. Something I wrote on impulse.” She chuckled and looked at the letter next to her.

“What?” I teased. “Did you write me a Howler?” I laughed.

“I was actually writing to Bill.” She looked at me. “I wrote him a letter about what a git you are.” She chuckled.

“You should send it. I deserve it.” I said, amused.

“Nah. You came just in time to save your arse.” She laughed.

“I'm serious. I would like to see how much he's going to yell at me.” I took the letter from her hand and gave it to Pip.

“Have a nice trip to Egypt, Pip.” He hooted, happy to get a job, and flew out of the Owlery.

“You did not just do that!” Nova was laughing so much that a tear ran down her face. “Bill is going to kill you!” She nudged me.

“Serves me right for being a jerk.” I kissed her, interrupting her giggles.

“I'm still mad at you though.” She placed both of her arms around my neck, a naughty smile on her face.

“I will do anything to make it up to you.” I put my hands on her waist and she bit her lip.

“Then why are we still sitting here?” She whispered in my ear, making the hair on my neck stand up. I stood up and offered her my hand.

“Come on, love. Let's go make you feel good.” I winked at her and we ran from the Owlery towards the Forbidden Forest.

We started taking each other's clothes off before we even entered the Forest. She hooked my jeans with her finger and pulled me further inside. The lust in her eyes was making my heart beat faster and my pants were getting tighter.

She wasn't holding back and grabbed my bulge so I let out a loud groan. I pushed her against a tree and unzipped her pants while she did the same to me. I stuck my tongue in her mouth while I touched her breasts.

“Now, let me show you how sorry I am.” I whispered in her ear and pulled down her pants and her underwear. I spread her legs and placed my hand on her calf, slowly moving it upward. She tried to put her legs together from the sensation she was feeling but I didn't let her.

She moaned under her breath as my hand reached the inner side of her thigh. I spread her legs even more and started biting the skin where my hand was before. I could feel her knees getting weak and her breathing was getting faster.

“Fuck.” I moaned as I touched her and my fingers soaked in her wetness. I looked up at her and regretted it instantly as she was biting her lip, looking very pleased with herself.

She gasped as I started moving my fingers and my tongue around, digging her fingers into my hair. I grabbed her with my free arm as she was sliding down, her knees no longer able to support her. Her breathing was getting faster and faster and I knew she was close.

She pulled my hair so much that she moved my head away from her. “I want to cum with you.” I could barely hear her between her moans, as my fingers were still inside her. I stopped and got up.

“You want this, love?” I asked and placed her hand on my crotch. Her eyes shone and she nodded lustfully. She pulled down my underwear and lifted one leg. I pressed myself against her and lifted her other leg, while she put her arms around me, to steady herself.

“Do me good and I might just forgive you.” She winked at me and bit my ear. I entered her so abruptly that it took her breath and she dug her fingernails in my back and scratched me. I groaned from pleasure and started moving my hips quicker.

She surprised me by not needing long at all to start screaming from pleasure. Her muscles were clutching me ever so tightly and I couldn't hold it in any longer. She pulled my hair and our eyes met and I knew she wanted me to cum. I moaned in her ear as all the tension left my body and I stopped moving my hips.

“Now...” She placed her hands on my waist. “You are forgiven.” I smiled at her, still panting and I let her legs touch the ground. Still embraced, we stood there until our hearts started beating normally again and I promised myself I will never let my insecurities get in between us ever again.

[babysizedfics]

hey! i just wanted to pop by and say that i love your blog loads 🥺🥺 also, i have a question! does roman ever give vee tickles? when they’re big OR small? 💗

aaawW thank u so much for saying so !!

heads up i accidentally made this a ficlet halfway through lol

warning for tickling and teasing

and YES roman tickles vee a lot hsjshdhs you see it on the ic blog quite a lot - if they're hanging out they are actually pretty touchy feely. even when big vee usually ends up in romans lap and he will purposefully be cheeky because he knows roman ends up tickling him as revenge jdhds

just yesterday roman was holding the video game controller out of reach of virgil and fondly teasing him abt being too short to reach it, so vee twisted his septum piercing with his tongue to freak roman out. roman is very grossed out by things easily and dropped the controller to get vee to stop

vee started playing the video game, still sitting in romans lap with a smug smile on his little face... but he was kinda disappointed roman didn't put up more of a (tickle) fight.

so he licked romans cheek

roman freaked out, went to scrub his cheek withm soap, compained on the blog about vee being gross and 'baby snot on his face', then vee just denied it all (purposefully being cheeky to try to get roman to retaliate) until roman started chasing him for revenge

they ended up in virgils room with roman pinning him to the floor. virgil THOUGHT roman was going to lick his cheeks back, but instead roman asked him to admit he did it. virgil denied it and roman started wiggling a finger under his ear

vee squeaked and a giggle escaped

"admit it!" roman demanded

of cours vee knew what would happen if he didnt. so: "no, im innocent!"

then romans other hand circled a finger around the side of his ribs. virgil gasped and started giggling constantly and wriggling under roman

"Last chance, vee-vee!" roman warns with eyebrows raised and a big smile

virgils gigges are squeaky and breathless already, he really is too sensitive for a lot of tickling. but he meets romans eyes for a brief second before they fall shut with another gasp when romans finger brushes a particularly bad tickle spot. "n-no-ho" virgil protests... then he licks his deptum piercing again just to add fuel to the fire

roman cries out in disgust then immediately starts scribbling both his hands quickly over the sides of virgils.

virgil screams and bucks and gasps and blushes so hard

at this point logan appears in the doorway to check what is happening

"h-help, lo-ho" virgil pleads, eyes watering and cheeks aching from laughing so much

"no, don't help Lo!" roman argues, chuckling at vee and kindly slowing his fingers enough to give vee room to breathe between giggles "this is justice for a heinous act!"

logan sniffs in amusement, "well i am not one to stand in the way of justice"

virgils eyes fly open and land on logan "no! pl-hee-he-ease, M-ha-Mama!"

hearing vee call logan mama immediately makes roman stop his fingers, because if vee is starting to regress theres no way he would enjoy such intense tickling

logan steps closer and leans down to better speak to vee. "are you alright, little one?" he asks in a very babytalk voice, then roman stops pinning him and pinches his cheek a little

"hi vee-vee, do you feel tiny?"

and virgil goess BRIGHT RED because he isnt regressing at all, he just used the Mama card to try to get logan to feel sorry for him. he covers his face with his hands and shakes his head and mumbles through his fingers "not little, sorry... just wanted.."

the other two frown. "wanted what, virgil" logan asks.

"do you want me to stop?" roman asks sincerely

virgil wriggles on the floor a little and pulls his hand down from his face enough to chew his thumbnail and reveal one eye and one very pink cheek "no.. just wanted, um... attention" he admits quietly

roman immediately lights up "Ohhhhhh-"

vee whines and covers his face again. roman takes his hands and pulls them away. "let me get this right... did you want more teases?"

vee's silence speaks loudly

"oh my god youre insatiable" roman laughs, but before virgil has time to feel insecure about it roman's fingers start teasing at his ribs again

"i think you have this under control," logan chuckles, then leaves.

"so teasing how tiny you are earier wasn't enough?" roman muses, his fingernails tracing lightly over each individual rib. virgil holds his lips tight to contain a squeal, but it just comes out as a highpitched whimper. "its not enough to just tease how your little arms can't reach when i hold a controller above my head?"

virgil cant respond because one of romans fingers is back under his ear and tickling right under his earlobe and making him titter and squirm

"and i dont think its enough to tease what an itty bitty widdle baby you are, either," roman says in a babytalk voice, laughing when vee whines and tries to hide his red cheeks but then roman pokes his tummy teasingly and vee immediately drops his hands to his tummy protectively. "because we all know what a tiny little cutie you are, with your baby bottles and pacis and your diapers"

"ro-ah!" virgil tried to protest but romans fingers went for the sides of his tummy and all he can do is gasp and wriggle and giggle and hope his cheeks dont catch fire with how much theyre burning

"so i think we'll just stick with teasing you... for how much you love being teased" roman says confidently

"nooo" virgil whines between breathless laughter

"yes, vee-vee" roman laughs. he's drawing little spirals over vee's sides now and it's making vee writhe and squeal

"you love the teases sooo much, how adorable is that, huh?" romans fingers slow down and atart tiptoeing over vee's ribs one by one like theyre stepping stones

vee gasps in a deep breath and lets himself calm down, all while squeaking and smiling so hard

"you pretend to not like it when we tease you for being the shortest, but everytime you get the biggest smile!" romans fingers go up so one wriggles under his ear again and one scribbles at his cheek. vee squeals and shakes his head

"no?!" roman gasps dramatically, "aw, but it's true vee! youre tiny and you love it! and you cant hide it anymore with those cute dimples popping out and your squeaky laughter whenever i hold something out of reach..."

virgils far gone from talking now. he's a flustered giggly mess

"hm and what about how much you love tickles? thats pretty adorable too you know" romans fingers go back to his ribs to circle around slowly and vee instantly curls up, legs bent up to his chest and accidentally trapping romans fingers there

"see!" roman laughs "you love being tickle tickle tickled so much you wont let me take my hands away!" he scribbles his fingers quickly now and vee squeals and rocks on the floor and gasps but his legs still hold romans hands there.

"n-n-no d-doh-ho--"

"no you don't?" roman guesses and virgil nods, eyes squint shut tight with laughter. "yes you do~" roman teases with a sing song babytalk voice. it makes virgils chest feel melty. "you love the tickles vee! Little vee is a little tickly cutie, aren't you?~"

virgil squeaks and gasps. romans fingers slow down and vee breathes through his giggles for a few moments. he's getting to his limit now

"cmon, vee~" roman sings and wiggles his hand sout from between virgils chest and knees. virgil squeals even tho roman wasnt trying to tickle him. roman laughs "if you admit you love teases and tickles then i'll stop"

it takes a couple of minutes for vee to be ready - both because he is so breathless and he keeps getting interrupted by giggle fits even though roman isnt touching him anymore, which just makes roman laugh too - but eventually virgil opens his eyes, squinting past tears of laughter and not bothering to hide his hot cheeks anymore and admits under his breath "i- i um i like being... teased and - and tickled"

"yeah you do" roman agrees with a big smug smile, then he gets up and helps pull vee up from the floor - vee's knees are wobbly and he collapses a little into roman when he is standing and they both laugh and roman keeps an arm around vee's shoulders when they go back to his room to carry on with the video game.

"that wasnt too much, was it?" roman asks a bit meekly after several minute of gameplay.

virgil looks iver to him and sees he refuses to take his eyes off the screen. romans fingers are fidgeting a bit with the controller even though its a cutscene on the screen.

"no," vee whispers, then lets himself wiggle back into romans lap like they'd been before. he looks at the screen as well and breathes deeply when romans arms circle around him. he feels secure and safe in his big brothers lap. "it was perfect" he admits quietly, stroking his fingers over romans arms

[dirt-cup-draco]

Sirius x Reader- Lost

“How could you forget your own son’s birthday?” You scoffed, hands on your hips and hair done up and away from your face so your darling, lovely, strong and very grabby, son didn’t yank every last strand from your scalp. Even when you were pissed off, Sirius found his mind wandering away from topic to admire your eternal beauty. 

Sure, the exhaustion of a newborn had added dark bags underneath your eyes and the stressful pregnancy had added wrinkles to your forehead but you were still glowing. Sirius felt lucky to have you, lucky to have his son. He was going to be a good parent- or so he hoped. It seemed he wasn’t getting any awards today for outstanding fathering. 

“I didn’t forget, love,” He lied, closing the door of your sleepy home while he loosened the tie around his neck but it still felt like he couldn’t take a full breath. It felt like there was a rock in his throat. Guilt. “I’ve just been-” 

“Busy,” You finished, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose as you wandered to the kitchen. Sirius watched as you backed yourself into the corner of the room, fingers fiddling at and pulling off the chipping paint from your kitchen drawers. “I just thought I could count on you to come home a little early today, with the stupid balloons and the stupid cupcakes I asked you to get,” 

Your lips dragged down at the corner and Sirius just wanted to kiss you until he could feel your smile, let it drown out all the tension and struggles for a while. It seemed you weren’t having any of it however for when he took a step forward, hand outstretched, you wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, back digging against the counter as you avoided his gaze.

“Y/N, you know work has been a lot and with the trial-” 

“You aren’t part of the Wizengamot Sirius! You don’t get to decide Peter’s fate, they do. And trust me, he is going to rot in Azkaban if anyone in the court has even a shred of sense. Lily and James were loved by more than just you, we all want to see justice for them,” 

“They were my family Y/N!” Sirius argued back, suddenly feeling something fiery burn up in his chest. James was his best friend, his brother, his hero for godric’s sake! His rock was gone and Sirius didn’t know if he could trust himself without James’ guidance. Lily’s had become just as important to him to, she knew just how to get on his nerves but also how to show him the kindness he couldn’t offer himself. James kept him believing in himself and Lily taught him it was okay to not be okay. 

“We’re your family too!” You weren’t going to tolerate Sirius shouting at you after he’d messed up. You barely slept since Rigel was born and he’d been fussy recently, it was a miracle you were still sane. The sanity wouldn’t last much longer if your boyfriend kept pushing your limits. 

“I know you’re hurting Sirius but you can’t lose yourself to the pain...” You pleaded with him as he gazed at you with empty eyes. “Rigel and I need you, and I know you’re doing the best you can but he needs his dad and I need a little help. I-I’m sorry for getting frustrated, I know it’s only been a year but I need you back with me Sirius, it’s hard raising a kid alone,” 

Sirius chest was tight and breathing seemed even harder now as your voice cracked while you pleaded with him for help. Despite living together Sirius knew that he wasn’t around even when he was. If he was home, he was asleep or working on whatever he was behind on. You wanted to get back to your career but Sirius had left most of the work to you when it came to caring for your boy and it took up all of your time. 

He wanted to say he was sorry, that he would be better, that from now on he’d be present and he’d never forget another birthday and he’d take that weekend off so you could take some time off from caring for the baby and maybe have a nice get away. 

Instead he opened his mouth and made another mistake. “Merlin, if you’d never gotten pregnant we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now, can’t we just drop it Y/N? He’s one, he doesn’t even know it’s his birthday,” 

Your jaw had dropped to the tiled floor, eyes narrowed as your breaths came out quick and shallow. In two steps you had crossed the space between you and Sirius, palm moving swiftly against his cheek. “Oh so it’s all my fault for getting pregnant is that it? You’d rather wish your son away than have a conversation, so no we can’t just drop it. Get your head out of your ass Siri or get out of my house,” 

“I didn’t mean it,” He sighed, fingernails digging into his palm as he realized what he’d said. “You know I love Rige,” 

You took a deep breath, shoulders still tensed and squared as you looked your boyfriend up and down. “No, I don’t know that Sirius. I love you and I know you’ve been through a lot but maybe you ought to stay at Remus’ until you can handle being a father. I don’t have the time to take care of two children,” 

You knew the words were a bit harsh. Sirius had always feared being a father because he feared he’d become his own parents and targeting his fears were a low blow but Sirius  hadn’t been himself and you had to lay down the law before either of you got more hurt. 

“Y/N,” Sirius whispered your name, puppy dog eyes failing him as your lips became a thin line, your eyes looking anywhere but at him. Your mind was made up. “When can I come back?” 

“Whenever you think you’re ready, but only after you’ve had some time to think. I-I need to think too,” 

“About?” Sirius questioned, heart in his stomach. 

“Us,” You croaked, shuffling underneath Sirius’ misty eyed stare. You hated seeing him in pain but you had been feeling alone since before your son was even born. If Sirius couldn’t learn to grieve and move on then you couldn’t take him back. Life went on as terrible as that was and everyone had started moving again except for Sirius. 

With a crack of air, Sirius had apparated to his friend’s and you were left with a newly waken baby who had begun to cry. 

[atinybitofau]

Y U N H O ⇛ the reason why

“A CUP OF COFFEE”

a new series involving every day objects that either force you two together or force you two apart.

• “I’m so sorry! Oh god, I’m so sorry!”

• Yunho curses to himself.

• asks himself how could his day get any worse?

• fom his longtime girlfriend dumping him.

• to getting his car towed.

• with a hot cup of coffee getting spilled all over his work suit.

• “I-it’s fine.” He seethes wiping at his shirt. “I can just buy a new one.”

• you push your glasses up the bride of your nose in haste before stuttering, “N-no! Wait here. There’s a shop next door. Let me just buy you a new one. Hold on.”

• he just sighs to himself.

• cause he’s too nice of a guy to get angry.

• too stressed.

• stress.

• what a good word to describe what he feels right now.

• you stumble back in the cafe and hand him a large black bag.

• “There’s a nice button up and a matching suit jacket to go with it!” you smile to yourself thinking,

• you’re too nice.

• you obviously are too stressed out and not to mention too broke for this.

• for starters, being late to work because someone got towed in front of your car this morning.

• because now you had to buy a new cup of coffee.

• or how else are you going to make up being late to your new boss on the first day?

• “Thanks.” he doesn’t even look at you while he changed his suit jacket.

• but he has to admit, you have good taste for someone who just spilled your drink all over his already perfectly good suit.

• “How much was it?” he whips out his thick wallet making your eyes go wide. “I’ll pay.”

• “Please dont!” you curl into his eyes making him stop a little. “I don’t mind. It’s my fault so I should be responsible.”

• he’s not gonna lie and say you aren’t pretty enough for him to let it slide.

• for him to think he’s seen you before.

• maybe on social media?

• definitely on his computer.

• “Well thank you. I’m sorry but I’m gonna be late for work.” he pats your head as you shrink under his tall superior gaze. “I hope you have a good day, miss.”

• “Y-you too, sir!”

• you pout to yourself.

• cause what were you doing again?

• oh yeah.

• cursing under your breath because—

• s t r e s s.

• “Mr. Jeong. Your new secretary is here to meet you. And she brings coffee.”

• he glares at the way his flamboyant assistant struts off with a smirk,

• curses San for being a piece of shit sometimes.

• “Just bring her in, you dumbass.”

• “Be nice, Yunho. She’s trying her best. And also only late because she bought you a nice cup of coffee so shape up.”

• he rolls his eyes at him.

• sighing as San points a threatening finger looking over his shoulder and out the door.

• “Miss y/n? Mr. Jeong is ready for you.”

• you scramble in.

• hoping a hot americano is exactly what he needs right now.

• but you two definitely don’t expect to see each other a second time.

• especially not on the same day?

• “Coffee girl?”

• “Mr. tall, broad and handsome?”

• “Excuse me?”

• your ears perk up not even shameful about your impression of him coming out in word vomit.

• “A new suit and a cup of coffee.” you hand it over with ease. “A little much coming from your new secretary, huh, Mr. Jeong?”

• he smiles.

• smiles at you and thinks,

• s t r e s s.

• and how it flew right out the window as soon as you walked in.

• “It’s nice to finally meet you, y/n. I look forward to working with you.”

• “And with you as well, Mr. Jeong.”

• you two definitely get on on the right foot.

• always spending more time with each other than work.

• him showing up at your place at 2 in the morning to discuss business?

• more like, needs your cup of coffees to soothe his stresses.

• “—And his proposal? Don’t even get me started.” Yunho complains as he watches you over the counter. “He’s ridiculous if he truly believes that I would accept an offer like that. Half assed and completely against my company’s slogan.”

• you chuckle sliding him over his designated hot mug, hands folded over your chest. “Yunho, you can’t just say no to every man who offers. His was by far the most charitable. Despite his lack of conservative interests.”

• “He’s trying to get the better hand.” Yunho choked on his drink to defend. “You get buttered up too easily.”

• “Says the guy who’d say yes to any woman.”

• he glares back making you softly giggle. “You’ll be the death of me, y/n. One day. I swear to you.”

• you let him drink while you tiredly lean on the palm of your hand. “I hope that’s not soon. You obviously need me more that I need you.”

• his eyes trail after you.

• the way you strut almost as peeving as San’s.

•except...

• except he finds you attractive and far more suitable in his interests than his temperamental boy assistant.

• “Where are you going?” his eyes snap back to yours when you whip around.

• yours timely blinking. “To sleep. I hope you realize it’s 2 in the morning and we have a meeting with Park enterprises at 7 later. Unlike you, a cup of my coffee not doing my stresses justice.”

• he almost growls.

• grunts at how much he wants you.

• is more tempted now that he’s done with his coffee.

• and that he’s got you all to himself in the walls of your apartment.

• “Want to join me?”

• fuck yes he does.

• and that he does.

• waits till you’re in bed before stripping out of his suit jacket.

• “Was the couch not of your interest, Mr. Jeong?”

• you were blatantly teasing.

• it’s no lie that you caught Yunho staring at you and your ass more times than he asks for coffee every morning.

• and it’s definitely not conservative the way he shows up at your door this late at night.

• you open up your arms to let him in,

• buried into his tall and warm figure.

• before he’s saying, “I’m far more interested being here than on the comfort of your couch.”

• you two fall asleep like that.

• arms and legs intertwined.

• you sometimes forget he’s your boss.

• but that’s okay.

• he’s like the cup of coffee you need to make your stress temporarily go away.

• “Who’s that?” you peer over San’s computer when you walk into Yunho’s office for some briefing. “You didn’t tell me he’d be having company.”

• the word company doesn’t fall off your lips like your words usually flawlessly do.

• no.

• the word company sounds like a vice right now.

• San noting that before answering, “That’s because I didn’t know he’d be having company. Wicked witch of the west decided to show up unannounced. And basically ready to start begging on her knees for her ex boyfriend back.”

• your heart feels torn.

• s t r e s s.

• a six letter word that usually describes what you feel well.

• but not right now.

• “His ex?”

• “Mhm.” San hums. “You better go get your man, y/n. Or ex on legs over there might never give you a chance.”

• you prick at your cheeks with your tongue.

• not shy when you walk into his office.

• hand and clipboard cocked on your hip. “Was I interrupting?”

• Yunho jumps at your voice.

• how it soothes him even in the worse situations.

• blinking in horror as his tall drink of coffee was not near as good enough this morning.

• “Y-y/n. I was just..”

• “Not going over the briefing maybe?” you look at the rich model at his side. “I’m sorry, but I’ve made an appointment with Mr. Jeong so you’re gonna have to wait in line.”

• “And who are you?”

• he doesn’t know how you do it.

• how even though you weren’t at all, a tall and gorgeous model like his ideal types,

• how you fit his criteria and slogan more than any woman ever did.

• “I’m his secretary. Someone he needs more than he wants.” you bark back making sure you’re made clear and crystal. “Now if you’ll please excuse us, your visual isn’t needed in his meeting today. You can wait till this afternoon for his time. Or maybe late tonight when he might be free.”

• he knows it’s a bullet you take.

• how you are clearly angry that another woman was threatening your place.

• that you were definitely not offering a cup of coffee for him later when you obviously need it more.

• “Y/n, I can explain.”

• you hold your hand up at him and open your notebook. “Don’t. Let’s just get this over with so I can go home.”

• and substitute your normal hot caffeine intake for something a little stronger.

• Yunho’s over his head.

• sitting in his car at your complex’s parking lot hoping you’d let him in.

• tapping his hand on his hot artificial cup of coffee at 2 am for staying up this late.

• “Go home.” you say through your phone as you watch the surveillance tapes in your room. “Yunho, I mean it. You can’t camp there forever.”

• “As long as this cup takes me to finish, believe me I will.”

• “Yunho..”

• “She means nothing to me.” he insists feverishly, desperately. “Y/n, your couch is more interesting to me than her face is. Come on, don’t do this.”

• you prick your hands with your fingernails.

• knowing well this stubborn guy was too nice for his own good.

• too nice to let you go.

• “Y/n. Please.” he begs again and you watch him with welling eyes through a tv screen. “Please let me in. Please let me explain.”

• “Two minutes. I’m giving you two minutes.”

• you hang up and count the seconds.

• the amount of time that passes that you think you desperately need the caffeine.

• that without it, time is stressful.

• takes too long.

• “I love you.”

• that didn’t.

• no Yunho’s confession did not.

• “I love you and I don’t know how else to put this.” he rubs at his temples, shirt half ajar. “It’s starting to stress me out. I don’t know how to tell you I love you without losing what we have. What if I’d never be able to come here at 2 am every night? What if you stop making me coffee every morning, hm?”

• you push your glasses up the bridge of your nose,

• saying things that really do make you sound like you’re too nice.

• “I’m not what she is.” you repeat. “Yunho, I’m far from that. I know what you like and I’m the half assed version of what you want.”

• “You said it yourself you’re what I need.”

• your jaw clenches, “One minute.”

• “I love you and I’m not gonna leave here without you.”

• “This is my house, Yunho.”

• “And I stand by my case.” he repeats getting closer. breath getting closer. “I’m not leaving here. With or without you.”

• he kisses you.

• and he tastes like thick brewed coffee.

• hot and caffeinated.

• you sigh against him letting the stress dissipate over.

• letting him shake you awake till you can’t stand up on your own.

• “I love you.” you mumble. “But a cup of coffee and a new suit was all I can give when I was your secretary. What would me being your girlfriend require? What I had to offer already being too much for me, Yunho.”

• he curves into your height,

• the height difference not much of a bother.

• doesn’t stress him out.

• kisses you while you sit on your kitchen counter so it doesn’t.

• “Just give me you and that’s more than enough.”

@atinybitofau

[alolowrites]

Creeps, Freaks, and Milkshakes

Summary: Google Maps is usually pretty good with their directions. One night, you stumble upon a place where monsters exist beyond the imaginary folktale pages and movie screens. You’re a little scared, but at least the handsome bartender makes some delicious milkshakes. 

Author’s Note: I’m back with another story, and this time it is for Kurogiri! Inspiration came from this fabulous artwork by @/imjustanectoplasm. I had so much fun writing this story, and it’s my first one for Kurogiri. Hopefully I did him justice (if not im sorry :( )

Word Count: 1K+

Tip Jar

The entrance bell chimes above your head.

You glance at your phone and then back up; your brows furrow in suspicion. Google Maps says this is your destination, but something is not right. The place doesn’t resemble any of the pictures you saw online. Plus, you can’t find Nemuri anywhere despite her sending a text saying she arrived. You frown when none of your messages go through. Either your phone service sucks, or this place has some shitty signal. Knowing your luck, it’s probably the former.

Soft laughter echoes into the air. Your eyes roam around the milkshake shop and suddenly feel out of place. Everyone is wearing their…costumes? Sure it’s October, but Halloween is still two weeks away. Yet, here you are completely underdressed while some customers sport some impressive outfits.

A man is dressed as a vampire; his fangs are dangerously sharp, and his black cape flutters elegantly behind him. He sips on a drink that looks almost like fresh blood. Two seats down are a pair of ugly goblins with long, pointed ears and mischievous demon eyes. They slobber down their ooey-gooey vomit milkshakes, banging loudly on the table.

Sitting at the far-left corner booth is a group of clowns. They are not like the friendly clowns you see at the circus. Their creepy smiles and long, razor-like fingernails could make any adult scream in terror. You jump when a clown snaps his terrifying gaze on you. The sinister smile grows as though he found his next victim.  

Oh, hell no!

You stumble backward until you lose balance. A gentle hand grabs your arm before you could fall on the black-and-white checkered floor.

“Are you alright, miss?”

“Yeah, I’m fine! Thanks for—” your eyes bulge out in shock when you glance at your hero “—helping me…”

“Please, take a seat here,” he guides you to the retro diner barstool. His deep voice is oddly comforting despite not seeing a mouth. Does he even have one? Better yet, does he have a face? Only his tuscan sun eyes—shaped like slits—are visible; they are warm and kind, unlike the frightening clown whose eyes will forever haunt you in your nightmares. Guess you won't sleep tonight.

“Would you like a drink?”

“Huh?”

“A milkshake? Here,” he slips a menu your way. You skim through the options and arch an eyebrow. Caramel Camel Spider, Sugar Eyed Toad, The Bloody Hemorrhage—the names get weirder as you read on, and the descriptions are equally disgusting. “See anything you like?”

“These drinks are…something,” you gasp out an awkward laugh, averting your gaze from his purple mist face. You peek at his name tag that reads Kurogiri. The name suits him very well. “Do you happen to have a vanilla milkshake?”

“Of course,” he nods and starts making your order. As he walks away, you whip out your phone to contact Nemuri. None of your messages go through. However, a small detail catches your eye—the time hasn’t changed; it’s frozen at 9:47pm. You try not to panic when Kurogiri comes back with your drink. “Here you go, miss.”

“Thank you.”

“So,” Kurogiri wipes down some empty glass cups. You take small sips as if testing the waters (or tasting for poison). He chuckles when you hum in delight. “I take it you’re not from here.”

You smile shyly, “No, I’m not.”

“Well, it’s always nice to see humans visit my shop every now and then.”

You blink when his words sink in. “What gave it away?”

“Your milkshake order,” he leans forward and sends a cheeky wink, making your heart flutter. “Everyone else here prefers the more grotesque drinks. However, I do serve regular milkshakes just in case humans stop by. The supernatural barrier becomes weak in October, which might explain why you’re here.”

Kurogiri waves goodbye to a fellow customer while fixing a dessert plate. Everything starts making sense in this bizarre yet lively diner. You accidentally stumbled into a world where freakish monsters exist beyond the imaginary folktale pages and movie screens—no wonder you feel like a fish out of water.

“And here I thought Halloween started early,” you humor him, sharing a laugh together. This isn’t so bad, you think as your posture finally relaxes. An upbeat song plays from the jukebox and fills the air with good vibes. It doesn’t feel as though you’re sitting in a room full of monsters who can kill you at any moment.

You peek over your shoulders. The creepy clown continues to stare at you; he gives a chilling wave. You whip around and grip your vanilla milkshake. Okay, perhaps one monster might kill you.  

“Don’t worry about Pogo; he doesn’t mean any harm.”

“Sure doesn’t feel that way.”

“He probably finds you beautiful,” Kurogiri comments, pouring out a slimy green substance into a large cup. Two eyeballs garnish the drink, and one of them blinks. He hands the order to a waiter who floats away. “With a captivating face like yours, I’m not surprised.”

“I guess your milkshakes aren’t the only things that are sweet around here,” you twirl the straw as your cheeks burn at his compliment. Kurogiri is smooth and charming without even trying. It’s a shame he doesn’t exist in your world. You would go out with him in a heartbeat. You’ll just have to make the most of it for now.

Only you remember about Nemuri. She must be so worried.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you fish for your wallet. Does Kurogiri even take human money? You wouldn’t know since he shakes his head. A gentle hand touches your wrist to stop you, and butterflies swarm inside your stomach. You stare at him with flustered eyes.

“It’s on the house—my treat.”

“Oh, thank you,” Kurogiri pulls his hand away, ever so slowly. You clear your throat despite feeling like a blubbering mess inside. “Are you sure, though? There must be something I could give or do.”

“Perhaps you could join me for a walk?” Kurogiri unties the white apron and straightens his red bowtie. You perk up at the suggestion. “I would hate for you to get lost while finding your way back home.”  

“That sounds lovely.”

Delicious milkshakes and excellent customer service?

You definitely plan on coming back very soon.

Thank you for reading!

Spooky Season 2020 Masterlist

[babbushka]

Happy Sinday Mrs. Z! And VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MRS. LOGAN! Could I please request BondVillian!Kylo treating/comforting/spoiling Agent after a particularly tough mission? I bet that man knows how to really treat a lady 😭❤️

Anonymous said:  Thank you so much for hosting Sinday!! This is my first time requesting something and I’ve looked over your FAQ so many times so I hope I’m doing this right. If you want to, can I please request “i dont know how to exist in a world without you” from the angsts/sad prompts with Bond Villain!Kylo?? Thank you so much!

(1.2k, mentions of gun violence/non-graphic mention of injury) 

You’re dressing your wound for the day, when he comes barging in. Immediately, your hand reaches for the gun strapped to your thigh and you level it in the direction of the doorway to the lavish hotel suite you’re staying in – before you drop it onto the bed with a sigh and a little purse of your lips.

“You know, you’ve got to learn how to knock.” You regard him, Kylo Ren, arch nemesis for all intents and purposes.

“Why?” Mr. Ren asks, as he steps out of his boots and shrugs off his coat, plopping it down onto the little love seat by the fireplace as if this were his hotel room and not yours.

“You might see something you wish you hadn’t.” You raise a brow, gesturing to your state of undress. You’re not completely naked, sitting mostly in your lazy lounging undergarments and wrapped up in a robe. You’re comfortable for once, not dressed up to the nines, because why should you be? You had no plans aside from rest.

“There’s not a part of you that wish I haven’t seen.” Mr. Ren comes closer to you, but stops a respectable distance away. He’s already seen you naked of course, and you both know this, but he doesn’t make a fuss about it. Mr. Ren’s strange in that he doesn’t make a fuss about much, when it comes to you. He puts his hands in his pockets and asks, “Are you okay?”

The question catches you off guard. You aren’t sure when the last person who asked that and actually meant it was. You just blink at him, before shrugging and putting the medical tape down, turning to face him. He’s dressed entirely too casually today, which is also something that catches you off guard. You’re used to seeing him in tuxedos and three-piece suits all the time, this worn tshirt and jeans combination is unexpected.

“Of course I’m okay, I have to be -- being okay is in the job description.” You say, giving him what you think is a placating smile, but he sees right through it.

“Honey – ” He starts, but you cut him off and hold a finger up.

“Don’t call me honey.” You shake your head, and he quirks a smile, looks down bashfully. Your heart thumps in your throat, you’re so close to throwing everything away and running off with this man, this insane, evil, genius of a man. You’re so close, and you can’t let yourself fall any deeper for him, and you just know that hearing him regard you with such warmth would tip you over the edge.

“Then what should I call you?” Mr. Ren asks genuinely, his hazel eyes shining in the sun that spills into the suite.

“Agent works just fine.” You reply, voice clipped. You’re not expecting him to crack into a great big grin, but he does, and the urge to kiss him is nearly too strong to ignore.  

“Alright then, Agent, be honest with me. How’s that hole in the side of your stomach doing?” He gestures to your body, which you’ve wrapped up in the robe.

“She’s hanging in there, they patched me up pretty well.” You say, pulse thrumming in your throat as you lick your lips and offer, “Do you want to see?”

“If you’re comfortable showing me.” Mr. Ren nods, and you slowly begin to untie the sash of the robe. He gives you the privacy of looking away for a moment, glances down at his fingernails. “I’ve dealt with them, by the way. The man who shot you, he’s dead and on his way to the bottom of the ocean, Debby’s going to take care of him for us.”

“I didn’t hear that.” You shake your head fondly, almost wanting to roll your eyes at him for admitting to illegal activity to an Mi6 agent, but he knows, and you know, that you won’t do anything about it. Instead, you shrug the robe off one arm and show him the perfectly bandaged little area, clean and dressed. “Look, all better.”

Mr. Ren’s jaw clenches and un-clenches, and his eyes soften. He very hesitantly reaches a hand out, looks to you for permission, which you give him with a silent nod of your head. He smooths his palm gently over the gauze, sighs.

“Are you here for long? They’re giving you time to rest, I hope.” He sounds so caring, so concerned about you, you chew at your lip because of it. You’ve never had someone to care about you this much.

“They’ve booked me through the weekend, but then it’s back to base for the next adventure. Why?” You furrow your brow just the tiniest bit, trying to make sense of him. He was evil! He was a villain, he was a mastermind, a murderer, a thief! But you don’t feel afraid, no, you feel more comfort than you have in a long time, and you just couldn’t figure him out, couldn’t figure out why he chose you of all people, you who was supposed to be bringing him to justice.

“Let me stay with you, let me take care of you.” He says, taking a daring scoot closer towards you on the bed. You let him.

“I don’t need you.” You say, staring at his mouth for a moment while he runs his tongue nervously over his plush bottom lip, looking around as if to check that no one is listening in. You whisper and lean in to gently place your forehead on his. “But I won’t lie to you and tell you that I don’t want you.”

Mr. Ren lays the both of you down, carefully so you don’t aggravate the wound in your side. He tucks you up against him, lets your head pillow on his chest as he rubs soothing circles on your back underneath your robe. You shudder out a happy sigh, not used to human contact like this.

“I promise you, under my watch, nothing bad like this will ever happen to you again.” Mr. Ren pets back your hair, simply holds you, and you let yourself be held as you nuzzle your face into his neck. “Call me selfish, call me insane, call me whatever you’d like – but I don’t know how to exist in a world without you, 007.”

“You’re an incredibly confusing man, Mr. Ren.” Your throat tightens up with emotion that you don’t want to process, feelings for him that you don’t want to face. They could have your badge for this – they could have your badge for a lot less than this, and yet, yet you never want him to let go.

“Don’t call me Mr. Ren.” He teases you gently, and you huff out a little laugh into the pit of his throat.

“Then what should I call you?” You parrot his earlier sentiment, only this time when you look up at him, he’s got nothing but stars in his eyes for you, and you’re sure…you’re certain that yours look the same.

“Kylo works just fine.” He whispers as he carefully caresses your cheek with the pad of his thumb, making your heart beat double time.

“Alright then, Kylo.” You reply, making him smile.

And as the sunshine comes into the suite on this quiet afternoon, as he holds you and presses the softest kiss to your forehead, as he gives you the permission to relax that you never even knew you needed, you find you’re smiling too.