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fatuismooches · 7 months

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a lesson in betrayal.

There had been a new person residing around the village for a while, and Kabukimono had come to learn his name was Escher. He was a mechanic from Fontaine, and apparently, he had come to Tatarasuna to do something with the Mikage Furnace. It seemed that he was helping to make it better and more efficient. The puppet wasn’t too sure of the exact details.

For some reason though, you didn’t like Escher, something he didn’t understand. Kabukimono had even overheard you whispering to Niwa about the mechanic. He wasn’t sure why, the man seemed like a nice guy! The Fontainian would always somehow spot him from afar and try to strike up a conversation. But you would always snatch him away before he could get near. You didn’t like the way he smiled, you said. Although Kabukimono couldn’t quite understand fully, he… did at the same time. Escher had some kind of… eerie aura to him. The puppet couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Regardless, Kabukimono didn’t care too much anyway. The mechanic wasn’t someone he was interested in, and he wanted to respect your wishes. If someone as intelligent as you said to avoid him, then he probably should. So, he didn’t think about Escher for a long time, much more content with enjoying life with you.

But recently, things hadn’t been as nice lately. The furnace was not working as it should be. It was spreading harmful, fatal gas to the area and even killing people. Kabukimono was scared. Seeing his fellow friends and villagers die hurt his sensitive heart terribly, and he didn’t know what to do. You and Niwa were also struggling with the situation. When he asked about any updates, you always forced a smile and held him close to your chest, combing your fingers through his hair and not responding.

Kabukimono knew he had to do something. For Tatarasuna, for his friends, for Niwa, for you.

“I’m going to Inazuma City,” Kabukimono said one day, all of a sudden, surprising you greatly.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I’m going to go to the city,” he repeated, “and talk to my mo-, the Shogun with my golden feather. Maybe she can help us.”

You remained silent for a moment. You knew of the complicated relationship your lover held with the Electro Archon. But you could not bring yourself to stop him. Kabukimono had that look of resolution in his eye, and this was his decision. As his devoted lover, you were in no place to refute him.

“Alright, Kabukimono. Come here then,” the puppet tilted his head curiously before following you to your shared bedroom. You made him sit at the dresser in front of the mirror before taking out the special comb and working through any knots in his hair. He seemed to be confused, but he relaxed at the sensation of your skilled fingers stroking his long hair.

“If you’re going to meet the Shogun, you should prepare. So, practice with me, love. What are you going to say?”

“I’m going to say… please help the people of Tatarasuna. We need your help otherwise the situation will get worse and everyone will…” his voice trailed off. “And I have so many people I care about here, and I don’t want to see anyone else get hurt. So please help.” You patted his head comfortingly.

“Good. You’re doing amazing, love. You can do this,” you whispered, moving your hands up and down his shoulders. You redid his red eyeliner and gave him the cleanest pair of clothing you had just washed, not a single speck of dust to be seen on his white outfit. It was time for him to leave, but you could not help but be reluctant to your lover’s departure. Kabukimono, ever growing more aware of human emotions, noticed and attempted to comfort you by intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Don’t worry about me, [Name]. I’m going to be back soon, and I’ll bring help with me. Everything will be okay,” he clumsily reassured you and squeezed your hands. A slight smile grew on your face as you squeezed back.

“Kabukimono,” you pecked his forehead. “I love you more than anything.” Despite the situation, the puppet could not help but go a bit soft.

“I love you more, [Name],” he responded without hesitation before kissing you on the lips. The kiss felt melancholic somehow, even though you two knew you would see each other again. This was just a few days of separation. You had hope, and so did he. You placed one last kiss on his cheek before you sent him on his way, waving him goodbye.

Little did he know that would be the last time he saw you ever again.

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When you heard a knock at your door, you jumped up to your feet and nearly sprinted to the door. It had been a few days since your beloved Kabukimono had left for Inazuma City, and you were growing antsy waiting for his return.

What you were not expecting was the Fontainian mechanic to be standing at your doorstep with a smile. Your heart dropped immediately but you forced an uncomfortable smile on your face.

“Escher,” you greeted, trying not to let your emotions show on your face. “What do you need?”

“No pleasantries [Name]? How cruel of you,” he chuckled and you could only fake laugh in response. To be honest, you wanted to keep this conversation as short as possible, for you and Niwa had great suspicions regarding the Fontainian. In fact, you thought he wasn’t from Fontaine at all. But you didn’t want to let him know that now. You were relying on Niwa to deal with that kind of stuff.

“Oh… my apologies. You know, I’ve just been on edge for a few days, with the furnace situation and all.” Escher appeared to smile in… agreement with your statement.

“Ah, I know exactly what you mean. Dreadful situation, really,” he nodded. You felt like he wasn’t being sincere in the slightest. “I’ve come to ask, is it true that puppet has gone to Inazuma City?” You raised an eyebrow at his question.

“Kabukimono,” you repeated his name, “has indeed gone there. He’s trying to seek an audience with the Shogunate to get help for us.” Escher hummed in acknowledgment.

“I see. Niwa said the same thing,” you perked up at the mention of your friend’s name.

“Niwa? You’ve seen him? He’s actually supposed to be meeting me here soon, but I haven’t received any word from him.”

“Oh, you’ll be meeting Niwa shortly. He’s on his way,” Escher replied. Although that seemed like a normal statement, it felt very ominous to you.

“Um… alright. Thanks,” you mumbled hesitantly. “If that’s all…”

“Say, if I may be so intrusive, what do you find interesting about the Shogun’s puppet?” The question caught you off guard.

“Excuse me?”

“Please, do indulge my curiosity. The puppet lacks the ability to understand humans and the world around him, and he does not possess a heart, nor does he have any exceptional qualities. As a researcher, I simply find the relationship intriguing.” You furrowed your eyebrows at his words and resisted the urge to slap him.

“Kabukimono has plenty of wonderful qualities,” you rebuked. “He’s selflessly kind, caring, and helpful to all, even to those who don’t need to deserve it. He may not understand humans to the fullest extent, but he can laugh, smile, and cry with them. He’s trying to be better every day. That’s something most people can’t say.” You don’t know why you were trying so hard to defend Kabukimono and yourself against someone who probably wouldn’t understand a fraction of what you were saying, but you felt the need to do so anyway.

“And for the record, Kabukimono does possess a heart. It may not be physical, but it surely exists. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes,” you declared resolutely. You’ve always believed Kabukimono did not need to fret over not having a heart in his chest. The heart he owned was something far more beautiful, portrayed by his kindness and care for others. But, your seriousness was met with a bout of laughter from Escher. He seemed positively amused, and you instinctively shrunk back since he seemed completely mad.

His laughter suddenly made your body shiver with a horrible feeling, so you quickly tried to slam the door in his face when Escher suddenly moved faster than your eyes and brain could see or comprehend. An overwhelming pain coursed through your body, and when you looked down there was a rapidly growing bloody stain seeping through your clothes, dripping on the floor. Your eyes widened as you stumbled back, falling from the floor as you clutched your severe injury with pain.

“You… damn you… Niwa was right about you,” you struggled to breathe and forced the words out. “What are you… planning?” The smile on “Escher’s” face never seemed to leave as he brushed you off.

“What an interesting response. I found your little love game quite amusing. Really, the idea of a human loving a puppet was entertaining to watch.”

“Wha… what? How dare you?” You seethed despite being on the verge of blacking out from your injuries. “Our love was real. It doesn’t matter if he was human or not. Those things don’t matter when it comes to love. And not everyone wants to use other people, unlike you. Some people,” you scowled and coughed out some blood, “actually care about others regardless of any other factors. And I cared for him, no matter what.” The mechanic’s smile only grew as he chuckled at your response.

“What a beautiful way to see this world. It almost makes me feel a little bit bad… but do not worry. You will be joining Niwa shortly… and your beloved puppet will be left in good hands.”

The last thing your eyes saw was the malicious grin of Escher, but the last thing you saw as your eyes fluttered shut was the beautiful smile of your Kabukimono. In your last moments, you prayed and hoped to whatever would be willing to take pity on you, that Kabukimono would not believe the lies of this man. That he would see that your love for him was always true and that you would never betray him under any circumstances.

Your last wish was left unfulfilled.

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Meanwhile, Kabukimono came to the conclusion that the Shogunate had turned their backs on Tatarasuna and its people. The feeling was nothing new to the puppet, having been betrayed by his own mother, but it still served as a painful reminder of reality for him. So, the trip was a complete waste of time that only served to cause him more despair, and he had left you alone for no reason. But now, he was back in Tatarasuna. He wondered if you and Niwa had come up with a solution by now.

However, upon his arrival, Kabukimono was greeted by Escher instead. The mechanic, ever smiling, gave him a device that would help him absorb the Tatarigami and save Tatarasuna. The puppet only heard “save Tatarasuna.” If Tatarasuna was safe, then you would be safe and happy. Niwa too. Everyone would be okay, and everything would go back to normal eventually. It would take some time, but the peaceful, slow days he loved to spend with you would soon return. So, with his love for you as his motivation, Kabukimono took the device and headed into the hazardous furnace with hopes of a better future in mind.

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The process of absorbing the Tatarigami was exhausting for Kabukimono, but he had done it. He felt as if he could barely walk straight after the arduous process. As he stumbled out of the furnace, Escher was waiting for him, who quickly concealed his sick grin at the sight of the puppet.

“It seems as though you have succeeded. How wonderful,” the mechanic seemingly congratulated him. Kabukimono didn’t need his words right now. All he wanted was to go back home to you. You were surely so worried about him right now. He was worried about you too, having been apart from you for a while. But something gnawed at Kabukimono’s curiosity. The device Escher had given him made him feel strange. It had protected him from the dangers of the furnace, yet it was just… odd. The puppet had to question the mechanic as to what was in it before he returned to you.

“This device… what is in it? I think it protected me,” Kabukimono mumbled, fatigue slurring his words. Kabukimono missed the mechanic’s slight psychotic grin at his question, already having his schemes and lies planned out.

“Your dear [Name] volunteered themselves for this. Were it not for them, the purification device would not have worked,” Escher shook with head with faux sadness. Kabukimono instantly froze and ran cold. All the heavy exhaustion and aches that plagued Kabukimono’s body dissipated into nothingness at those few words, replaced by sheer adrenaline fueled by fear.

“What? What do you mean by that?” Kabukimono shot up straight, panic and confusion seeping through him. Escher cracked open the device, and it was then Kabukimono’s body was assaulted with dread. There lay a withered heart. Bile crept up to the puppet’s throat as he staggered back at the horrific sight. Escher continued on as if this was nothing special.

“Indeed, the poor thing,” Kabukimono was too shocked to pick up on the mechanic’s mocking tone, “The device could have worked without the heart, but you would not be able to survive. And so they sacrificed themselves which Niwa and the others agreed to before fleeing. It’s their last gift to you,” Escher lied effortlessly, weaving a false tale for the sake of manipulating the once-innocent puppet further. He knew that the puppet would be too hurt and confused by your death to question him about the validity of his statements. It was his fate to be betrayed, to be used, the disguised Harbinger wanted to drill into him.

Kabukimono opened his mouth and then closed it, and then tried to speak again but no words could come out. Your heart did not even resemble a heart anymore, now black and discolored and no longer beating. Kabukimono could not bring himself to think that was your heart, because your heart would be a beautiful one, a pure one from how wonderful a person you were. And your heart would be in your chest, so he could listen to your heartbeat to fall asleep at night. Surely, something like that could not belong to you? Because that would mean you are… you are… the one word he cannot bring himself to even think of.

“You’re… you’re lying,” the words that leave the puppet’s mouth take a great amount of energy, energy that he wouldn’t have had normally but his concern for you was far deeper than his bodily needs. “You’re lying!” Kabukimono slowly grew more animated from his initial horror. “[Name] is waiting for me. They’re waiting for me at home!” The eccentric could only repeat his words over and over again, for his poor mind could not compose anything else at this moment.

“Oh? If you don’t believe me, you’re free to-” Before Escher could finish his sentence, Kabukimono turned and took off in the opposite direction with speed even he could not have expected. To think that he could work up that much stamina after absorbing all of the filth in the furnace. He was truly a God’s creation.

“Oh my. Perhaps I should have left the body there for him to see too,” the mechanic smiled to himself as he shifted back to his regular form. “The face of what should have been an emotionless puppet after losing everything he holds dear… an interesting experiment indeed.”

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Kabukimono’s speed rivaled the time he ran when you were hurt. He ran as fast as his puppet joints would take him, ignoring the stinging of his knees from tripping and falling, ignoring all the pain he had just endured from the furnace, and immediately launching himself back up to continue sprinting. He wouldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe it, no, he can’t, for if you are gone, what was the point of this world? You are his light, his everything, his whole world, and perhaps even part of his will to live after his betrayal and trauma. So no, you simply cannot be dead. You still had to be here.

He reassures himself through haggard pants due to overexertion. He’s going to reach your house soon. When he arrives, the view will be beautiful. First, he’ll see you waiting there patiently for him, and then you’ll jump up and wave to him excitedly. He will see the Lavender Melon tree bearing juicy fruits, but you’ll be there to swat his hand away playfully and tell him they’re still not ready yet. He’ll see you take his hand and lead him into the kitchen. The two of you will eat some home-cooked food together, and you’ll kiss his forehead and praise him for how hard-working he was today. Since he was so tired, you’ll take a long, lovely, bath with him, washing away all the fatigue he’s built up in his body. Of course, he’ll do the same for you. Lastly, you two will be cuddling together and tickling each other under the blankets playfully, giggles filling the room, since the situation has been resolved. It will be simply wonderful, Kabukimono thinks. It will be okay. It will be okay. It will be okay.

Finally, the puppet makes it to the familiar path leading to your house. His senses do not notice the sight or scent of the smoke yet, far too disconnected from reality at the moment, his thoughts only occupied with you. Again, he thinks it will be okay. Everything will be alright. Then, Kabukimono came to a screeching halt in a matter of seconds.

Your house and everything around it was on fire.

Kabukimono paused to look at it, hues of orange, red, and yellow dancing and engraving themselves into his memories. He stood there, mouth slightly agape. He wanted so badly for this all to be a dream, a hallucination. He didn’t want this to be real. Yet with how badly his senses were assaulted, Kabukimono knew deep down that this was reality. Another blink, and he scrambled from his spot and into the inside of the burning house, completely ignoring the possibility of injury. Ignoring the fact that you were most likely no longer alive.

Everything was up in flames. He noticed everything you had was virtually gone, burnt to crisps. The rooms of the house had become unrecognizable, nothing more than burnt pieces of wood and its decorations now disfigured. Soot began to cover his once pure white clothing, but he paid no mind. Kabukimono rushed into every room of his home anyway, ignoring the licking of flames against his body, trying to distinguish anything that wasn’t ruined. Trying to find you, because he still refused to believe any of this was real. Refusing to believe that the kitchen table was now a pile of scorched wood. Refusing to believe the once soft and fluffy rugs and blankets were now burnt wool. Refusing to believe that the futon was reduced to nothing more than holes. Refusing to believe that now you were nothing more than a… corpse.

Desperation had overtaken the puppet’s incoherent mind. He dug through the piles of burnt furniture and items and wood with his bare hands, ignoring the stinging and burning it did to his fair skin, in hopes that for some reason he would find you there. He trashed the remains even more than they had been damaged by the fire, fueled by sheer anguish and desolation until nothing had been left untouched. He found nothing.

You were… not here… you were… gone. The realization made his knees buckle as he crumpled to the floor in agony. You were truly… dead. Death meant he would never be able to see you again. Death meant none of your smiles, your laughs, your hugs and kisses, and reassurance. Death meant your love was gone. And all of these memories too were nothing but ashes now. Kabukimono’s skin felt like it was on fire. Yet inside, the puppet felt cold. Very cold. A coldness he hadn’t felt since his first betrayal…

This wasn’t just a house. It was his home. He had finally found a home. A home with you. Somewhere he was accepted. Loved. A place where he thought he had a heart. But you…

You betrayed him too, the puppet thought, as he bawled his eyes out, screaming and crying and wailing long after his throat went hoarse, ignoring the raging fires and smoke around him. But you promised him. You promised him so many things. To celebrate many birthdays with him, to teach him new recipes, lots of words, and new traditions and holidays. To marry him. How dare you, how dare you break your promise to him…? Was this all a hoax, a lie? Why?

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

For what seemed like ages, that word was the only thing that ran through Kabukimono’s thoughts, staring blankly into space. The tears still fell and stained his cheeks, but the puppet had quelled his sobbing. As he stared mindlessly, images of you flashed through his mind, yet they began to fade away into nothingness. Your laughter faintly rang in his ears, but it soon turned to silence.

Kabukimono could not keep track of how long he sat in the fire. Eventually, he got up and stumbled out of the burning stack of wood, almost like a newborn baby who was learning how to walk. Lost and unsure, needing guiding support from a loved one. Only that you were no longer there to provide that for him.

It was then that Kabukimono realized the truth of this world, leaving behind his “heart” in the ashy remains of his old home.

Love? Love meant nothing but an eternity of deception. It was a lie, he seethed internally. Such worldly filth was what caused his chest to ache so terribly now, and those disgusting and weak tears to fall from his eyes, his throat to be choked up and clogged. Opening himself up to love was the same as opening himself up to torment and betrayal. And therefore, the puppet vowed that day to remove every human emotion from his being. If he did, then maybe one day he could forget about the endless pain your death caused him. With one swift motion, his long hair was no more, instead lying in clumps around his feet.

Kabukimono died with you that day, never to be seen again.

lesson 1. lesson 2. lesson 3. lesson 4. lesson 5. lesson 6. lesson 7. lesson 8. lesson 9. lesson 10. bonus lesson.

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bigenergy777 · 6 months

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Steamy~ Liam Dunbar

WARRING~ Cursing, Shower sex, Unprotected sex.

Hello, I hope this isn't too bad. This is my first time writing smut, and I hope you like it. If you have any tips, I'd gladly take them.

After washing your body, you closed your eyes for a moment. Only opening them when your shower curtain was yanked open.

You screamed, throwing the first thing you saw, which was a bottle of shampoo.

“Ow, you could have knocked my eyes out.” Is the first thing you hear before finally seeing that familiar blonde hair that you're used to running your hands through every night.

"Liam!" you groaned. "I told you to stop doing that! You can't just break into my house like you're going to murder me!"

"I'm sorry, I should have called.” He smiled sheepishly, standing naked in front of you.

"No shit," you muttered, pushing your hair out of your face.

"Can I get in?" He smiled sheepishly.

"Go ahead. You're already naked. You would have gotten in anyway." You giggled at him. "That doesn't mean I'll entertain you, though."

You tried your best to keep your face and your eyeline straight as Liam got in.

He was behind you, and you could feel him pressing up against your body as he softly kissed your neck. sending a shiver down your spine.

"I missed you," he smirked, hearing your breath hitch.

"Well, I didn’t miss you.” You say you are trying to keep a straight face.

"Ouch, you wound me," he chuckled, placing a hand on his heart. Taking his hand, he starts tickling you. “Stop, Stop.” You squirm in his arms.

“Take it back. Tell me you missed me, and I’m the most amazing boyfriend in the world.” He continued tickling you.

"No, never,” you giggle. trying to get his arms off of you.

“Not until you say it, say it.” He held onto you tighter.”

“Okay, okay, I missed you, and you're the most amazing, sexiest boyfriend in the world." You giggle.

"See, that wasn’t so hard, baby.” He smiled, turning me around and looking down at you. "Yes, it was horrible.” You giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I love you, Y/N.” He smiled against your lips, pulling me in closer by the waist.

“I love you too, Liam.” You smile, lifting up on your tippy toes and kissing him.

Liam’s groans kissing you hungryly and eagerly. trailing his hands up and down your body, making little moans fall out of your mouth.

Separating his mouth from yours, Liam starts trailing kisses from your lips to your cheek, down your neck, and towards that sweet spot behind your ear.

“Liam, please.” You moan, fisting his hair, not knowing what you want but needing something, anything.

“Patience, baby patience.” Liam smirked, getting on his knees and trailing kisses down your body.

He was on his knees, looking up at you with his gorgeous, sparkling blue eyes. It was probably the hottest thing you have ever seen.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on," he grinned, kissing all over your body and skipping the spot where you needed him most.

"Please,” you whine, closing your eyes.

“Please what?” He smirked, nibbling on your inner thighs.

“Please, touch me; please, I need it so bad.” You begged, gripping the back of his head, trying to push him to where you needed him most. "Well, since you asked so nicely, how could I say no?"

He smirked. His hands grabbed your ass, and his face was just beneath you. You gasped as he pressed tiny kisses directly on your clit. holding onto a fistful of his hair. He went straight for your clit, sucking aggressively as you pulled on his hair.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby, so so good," you gasped. Liam sucked on your clit, like he was starving and you were his meal, roughly parting your legs a bit as he did.

You could feel his fingers teasing you. He slipped a long finger in, making you gasp slightly.

You felt him ducking beneath you, trying to push you over him completely. His finger hooked upwards,toying with your G-spot expertly. He rubbed at it almost professionally.

You could barely keep it together at this point. Making more room for himself, he slipped another one in, which felt like ecstasy.

He growled furiously as he ate you out, sucking on your clit and finger-fucking you faster, sloping in a third finger. His fingers are amazing, and he knows all the right places. You could hear him chuckling to himself. Cocky little shit.

And still, you could tell he was even getting off on it. He loved pleasuring you, especially when he got to watch you completely fall apart on his tongue.

Lifting his head, he replaces his tongue with his thumb, rubbing fast circles on your clit and fingering you harder. making you shout.

"Yeah, you like that, baby, huh? Am I making you feel good?” He asked with a smirk, watching different expressions flash across your face.

“Stop, stop.” You moan, trying to push his head away.

"What? can't take it, baby." He chuckled

“No more, take your fingers out, fuck me, please fuck me.” You begged, pulling his hair.

“All you had to do was ask.” He chuckled, removing his fingers, pressing one last kiss on your clit, making you whine, and then got off his knees, standing up.

Once he’s stood up, you grab the back of his neck, pulling him down and smashing your lips together.

Grabbing the back of your legs, he lifts you up, shoving himself all the way in without warning.

You moaned almost pornographically, digging your nails into his flesh as he thrust aggressively.

He growled quietly in your ear as he aggressively kissed all over your neck. His thrusts were loud, banging you against the wall over and over again. But you didn't care. Hell, you couldn't even feel the pain.

All you could feel was the pleasure that he brought to you, banging you against the bathroom wall as he cupped your ass, nibbling his teeth against your soft skin, and your nails dug into his back, drawing blood from how hard you were clinging on to him, but he didn’t seem to mind as he was groaning out your name.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good, baby.” He groaned, shoving his head into your neck.

"Oh, Liam, yes, Liam." You moaned

"Yeah, you like that, baby. God, you're so tight.” He groaned, sucking bruises into your neck and collarbone.

You moaned as he fucked and kissed you, putting equal amounts of energy into both.

With even more aggressive thrusts into the wall, he twitched inside of you, and your breath hitched in pleasure.

"You make me feel so good, such a good girl. Huh, your daddy's a good girl, aren’t you, baby?” He moaned in your ear.

"Yes, I’m a good girl. I’m your good girl, Daddy." I’m going to cum. Can I come, please, Daddy? I need to so badly." You whine, pulling his hair, earning a grunt in return.

“Come on, baby, I can feel it. Cum for Daddy." He moans, reaching down towards your clit and rubbing fast circles on it while sucking on your nipples.

Both of you moaned as you came together.

You sighed, throwing your head back, exhausted. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, still holding you up against the wall as if you weighed nothing.

"God, I love you.” He said he was pressing kisses all over your face.

“I love you too.” You giggle, squirming in his arms.

Sinking to his knees, he held you up against the wall. He parted your legs, grinning eagerly. "Round two."

"Ugh, you have the best mouth, and I hate it," you admitted. "I don't know. I think you love it." He smirked, shoving his face back in between your legs, leaving you breathless.

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iaeriy · 10 months

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hey girll, i loved your gavi fanfic and i love all your fanfics in general but the gavi one def has to b one of my faves. i was wondering if you could a jealous gavi x reader where it leads to smut, if you can’t it’s okay and i understand but if you do, take your time sweet heart and don’t rush :) much love!!

after hours (gavi x reader)

warnings- smut, spanish speaking, oral recieving, dom kink, degrading.. (not so sure what else but just read at ur risk!)

a/n- took me awhile but i hope it doesnt flop, thank uuuu sooo soo muchhh for the likes on my other fanfics as well! it means a lot to me <3. but now to the fanfic, hope you enjoy:”)

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“te vas a ir en tacones?” (you’re going in heels?) as your boyfriend spoke trying to tie the tie on him, you giggled watching him as he struggled back and forth. you stood up fixing your lace trim stockings that were attached to the garter. you smiled a bit as you felt gavis hands on your waist, thing was the heels barely made you taller and well.. he was taller than you no matter what.

your boyfriend had been nominated & won the golden boy award, wining the kopa trophy. since pedri would be busy as well getting ready, but either way you went to support your boyfriend and since you were proud of him after every match you’ve been through with him. tho he was older and you were a year younger it didn’t matter, with all the support from his fans and yours the two of you were a perfect couple.

“si, se miran bien con el vestido.” (yes, they look good with the dress.) you said smiling as you turned around kissing his cheek, “vén, te ayudó con esto..” (come, i’ll help you with that..) you said giggling as you pulled him by his tie to the closet, you were going through his drawer as you bent down to the lower level of the drawer looking for the bow, when you felt gavi spank your ass. “gavi!” you whined as you tried standing up but he held you down, “estoy enamorado de tu cuerpo..” (i’m in love with your body..) he said squeezing and toying with your ass, you bit down on your lip as you stood up smacking his hand off.

“cálmate, ven! te pones el moño y te quitas la corbata bebé.” you said giving him the bow as you kissed his cheek again before walking out to do your makeup, a few mascara and maybe eyeliner. he walked out holding your small chanel purse, you giggled as you pecked his cheek. “gracias amor.” before you grabbed your bag as you put your small makeup bag in the purse.

you two made your way outside of his house as he opened the passenger door for you, you smiled as you put your purse on your lap before he sat on the driver seat and drove to the ceremony. throughout the car drive he held your hand, you noticed his leg was bouncing up and down as you held your hand back you rubbed his hand. “estás nervioso?” (are you nervous?) you said as he nodded his head squeezing your hand a bit, “no crees que podría estropear mi discurso, ¿verdad? ¿o que me avergonzaré?” (you dont think i might mess up on my speech right? or i won’t embarrass myself?) he said as you hummed shaking your head, “no pienses en eso mí amor.. lo harás increíble y estáre sentada con tu familia, solo recuerda como lo practicaste frente a mi y con pedri.” (dont think that my love.. you’ll do amazing and i’ll be sititng with your family, just remember how you practiced it infront of me and pedri.) you said as he looked at you and smiled as you giggled watching him blush.

—

after many pictures with gavi and interviewers asking questions, you were now sitting down next to aurora and gavis parents, gavi had to sit in the other side in the front all by himself before the ceremony started. “ay te miras muy guapa hoy!” (oh you look very pretty today!) aurora said hugging you as you smiled hugging back. you loved gavis family, they always welcomed you with open arms and would invite you to a few events sometimes, his sister always gave you advice on everything and his parents as well. “gracias aurora! me encanta tú vestido!” (thank u aurora! i love your dress so much!) you said as the two of you talked about what has been happening recently since the two of you came to paris to attend the ceremony.

once you saw your boyfriend walk to the stage for him to say his speech and recieve the kopa trophy, you and his family watched as he said his speech. as he thanked his family, his teammates and lastly.. you. you were so proud of him for what he’s achieved, for everything hes done & so much more. that was until he got asked a question in english. “you guys remind me of xavi and iniesta, so which one is who?” the interviewer asked, the poor boy looked around so confused as aurora and you including the audience bursted out laughing, thing was. gavi was always shy to speak english in public, he’d feel judged but with you, he loved speaking it with you. you watched him speak again as the audience had quiet downed, once he had finished with his speeches and questions he went behind stage with pedri as the ceremony finished.

—

once everything finished you followed gavis family as you reunited with your boyfriend again, he had his hand wrapped around your waist, stares and compliments always.. always! made him jealous and he wanted you all to himself, especially with what you’re wearing tonight.. some point when it got to the invitation to go to the dinner, you were talking to an interviewer as they asked questions about your job. you were an actress but this was gavis night, gavi watching from the corner as he was talking with pedri. he got furious but he understood at the same time.

once the interviewer finished asking you question you walked back to gavi and held his hand, “por qué tan ceñudo? vámonos con tu familia!” you said giggling as you tried walking but he yanked you to his chest, “don’t pretend like i didn’t hear you and saw you being nice to that guy. next time you do this and we’re leaving this place.” he whispered in your ear, you blushed at his words nodding your head as he spanked your ass. you smacked his hand and held his hand again walking back to his family,

it was time for the dinner and well you met your childhood friend, jude. “y/n!! i haven’t seen you in forever!” he said as he hugged you, you hugged back as his arm wrapped around your waist and oh well, you fucked up hoping gavi wasn’t watching.. but you thought a little too late. “how have you been?” he said as he looked at you then looked at gavi, “it’s been well actually! i miss visiting paris but eventually i have to go back to barça!” you said smiling as you saw through the corner of your eye a pissed off gavi, you swallowed nervously hoping nothing bad would happen, but oh well. “we really need to hang out again soon.” he said putting his hand on your shoulder, you nodded your head smiling as gavi heard jude and well.. he wasn’t toooo happy.

once your boyfriend heard those words from your best friends mouth, gavi walked towards you as you were talking to jude, he gripped onto your waist as you jumped a bit, “let’s go i fucking told you.” he whispered in your ear as you rolled your eyes smacking his hand off, but this time. he gripped your ass, you bit down on your lip as you huffed out, “well, i have to go now.. i’ll see you soon jude!” you said smiling as he smiled back waving at you. “was that necessary?” you said as he spanked your ass, “yes it was. now let’s fucking go, you obviously don’t understand.” he said pulling you by your arm as the two of you walked to his family. “i don’t get why we have to leave no-” you got cut off as he squeezed your ass again, “cállate. ya no hables.” (shut up. don’t talk anymore.) he said as the two of you approached his family, you had to say your goodbyes since you didn’t know when you will be seeing them next time. you wanted to stay longer but whatever had the boy pissed, it wasn’t going to be gone so obviously there had to be a solution.

“bueno! gracias por venir con nosotros y acompañar a pablo, significa mucho!” gavis mom said as you smiled hugging her one last time as they left, now it was just you and gavi. “flirting with other guys, even letting them touch you. somebody’s going to have to need a reminder later on.” he mumbled as you zoned out before he spanked your butt harshly this time. you winced in pain as you rolled your eyes, “look i’m-” you got cut off as he covered your mouth, looking into your eyes. you always had a thing for it and anytime eye contact happened, you couldn’t last long enough but there was something different in his eyes this time. “you’re what? a sorry isn’t fixing this.” he said as he took his jacket off his tux placing it on you, you frowned as he held your hand.

“how’d you know i was cold..” you said as he chuckled squeezing your ass again, you slapped his hand as the two of you made your way out of the theater getting in the car. you were looking out the window trying not to talk to him since it was going to be all kinds of stuff but on the other hand, gavi had plans. his hand was pulling your dress up to your inner thighs as your stockings including your garter were now exposed. “oh wow, who are you wearing this for?” he said looking at you as you rolled your eyes, “not for you..” you mumbled instantly regretting your words as a harsh slap went to your inner thighs. you whimpered at the sting looking down on your thigh as he started to squeeze your inner thigh, “little slut aren’t you?” he said pulling down your as you shook your head before he slapped your inner thigh again. “use your mouth.” he said as you hummed in response, “no thanks. i’d rather watch my boyfriend get impatient.” suddenly his knuckles turned white as he gripped onto the steering wheel. ‘that pissed him off’ you thought.

he pulled into an empty garage parking as he took his seatbelt off and grabbed your jaw, you looked at him as a tint of pink flashed through your cheeks. “who do you think you are to give me your attitude, i simply told you loud and clear.” he said spanking your thigh again as you whimpered. you started to pool yourself as you thought of dirty things.. the stuff you’d let him do to you. he looked at you as he pulled your dress up to your panties, your garter and stockings exposing as you straddled him down. you sat on his crotch as you cupped his cheeks giggling, “someone is still jealous..” you said playing with his hair as he gropped your ass, spanking it. you moaned as he pulled down your dress your tits exposing as you hid your face against the crook of his neck. “yet you make comments and you’re shy.. don’t worry, something will get to you and you won’t forget about it.” he whispered in your ear as you looked at him.

you wanted him now, badly in this car you couldn’t care less who would drive by and see you but he wanted to keep you needy and pressured. you panties becoming more soaked as you imagined yourself what he’d do to you. he grabbed you by the back of your neck as he grabbed your jaw kissing you, you widened your eyes as you kissed back cupping his cheeks. you were wearing lipstick but at this point who cares if it got smothered, he pulled you up as you were now sitting up. your butt covering his crotch as you felt something poking, you began to teasingly push your hips against his crotch.

he groaned in between the kiss as he moved his way to your neck, kissing and licking on your neck. you gripped onto his white longsleeve shirt as you felt him sucking and biting against your skin, your hands making his sleeve get all wrinkled. you whined as you whimpered in between the love marks he left on you, you ran your hand through his hair as he started to kiss on your chest. you leaned your head back grinding yourself against his crotch as you moaned when his hand had groped yout tit.

he stopped as you froze looking at him, “w-why’d you sto-“ you got cut off yet again as he placed his finger in your lips, “shhh.. now sit back down. we’re just getting started.” he said as he chuckled at your expressions as he watched your eyes widen, he sat you back down on the passenger seat. your mind was fussy and you felt drunk from the small little session, you pouted as you fixed your dress putting your seatbelt back on. he looked at you as you looked back he grabbed your chin, “such a little brat.. letting other men touch you.” he said as he swiped off the lipstick from your lips with his thunbs, your face all red from blushing as he slapped your inner thigh one last time before he began to drive back home.

the car drive back to the rental home was quiet, a jealous gavi and then there was you who was impatient and needy from what had happened minutes ago. once you two got home you tried to walk with your heels but he had gotten inside before you did, you took your heels off and walked away quickly from him as he yanked you to him carrying you. “what the fuck! i can walk you idiot!” you shouted as your ass was in the air and you started kicking your legs around, he spanked your ass hard enough as you moaned out in pleasure before he closed the door throwing you on the bed, you groaned as your back hit the sheets. you watched him untie his shirt as he was shirtless infront of you, you swallowed nervously as he towered over you.

“you just don’t learn dont you.. flirting infront of me and letting men touch you.. what a slut.” he said as he slapped your clothed tit once again, he grabbed your chin kissing you deeply as you kissed back wrapping your arms around his neck. you pulled him closer as he had his hands resting next to your head, he continued kissing you as you lifted your hips up grinding against him, you were so desperate and in need of wanting him but this was a punishment. “look at you.. a little brat and you’re grinding all up against my cock.” he said chuckling before pulling the straps down of your dress as you blushed heavily.

he kissed you again as he pulled your dress down your tits being exposed, he dragged your black satin dress all the way down to your ankles before tossing it to the side. your garter including your black lace stockings. he pulled off the garter belt from you tossing it to the side as you wore a matching thong with it. you blushed heavily as he admired your body. he kissed you one more time as you cupped his cheeks, your legs pulling him in as they wrapped around his torso. he grinded against you as his crotch hit against your soaking-clothed cunt. and this was just the beginning too..

—

“suck on it. you’re not done yet.” he said spanking your ass as his tongue continued to suck on your clit, you nodded your head quickly as you were a moaning mess underneath him. you spat down on his cock as you took him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down slowly as your tongue swirled around the base. he moaned lowly as he continued to devour you into his mouth, you kept moaning underneath him while sucking him off. you were already shaking from the orgasm you had after he had fingered you now your second one was approaching. you were so drunk in the pleasure you recieved, you began to grind your hips against his tongue as you started tearing up, he held onto your ass. “fuuuckkk.. keep doing that baby. you’re so pretty.” he said as he spanked your ass harshly, you moaned loudly into his cock as he groaned sending a vibration through him.

“a-am gonna..” you said gripping onto his thighs as your motion slowed down due to your moans and your moving, he slapped your ass again as he lifted his hips up thrusting into your mouth. you widened your eyes as gags and whimpers left your mouth, “nobody told you to stop, look at you crying over my cock now.” he said as he spanked your ass again, you whined as you kept grinding yourself before releasing yourself as you but that wasn’t the thing.. gavi wouldn’t stop unless he came as well. he grabbed your hips pushing your ass down as he sucked onto your clit again, you moaned loudly again as you were now shaking uncontrollably from your 2nd orgasm, you bobbled your head deeper swirling your tongue around as you used your free hand to stroke him slowly.

you kept moving your head up and down around him as he kept eating you out, he started twitching in your mouth as you began to bobble your head quicker. the quicker you went, the more saliva started to run down your mouth to your chin. you deepthroated him one more time as you rested your mouth, swirling your tongue around as he groaned loudly gripping and slapping onto your ass as he flickered his tongue in and out of your soaking hole. you move your head away as you sucked on the tip stroking him slowly as he groaned, “g-god you’re mouth is so..” he said as you felt his warmness fill up your mouth hitting the back of your throat as you arched your back slightly, before swallowing it as you felt your stomach starting to burn. you whined before lifting yourself up again as he pulled you off and looked at you. your eyes were all glossy, your lip stick all smothered even more, tear stains on your cheeks, hickeys marked from neck to chest.

you sat there shaking as he chuckled, “stimulated aren’t you?” he said as you rolled your eyes “f-fuck you.” you breathed out, as he glared at you. “no no baby.. am the one doing that aren’t i? now come and sit on my face again.” he said as you swallowed nervously, your clit was over sensitive but with the stomach burn and your thoughts, you climbed up to his face as you rested your legs next to his head. he held onto your hips as you mewled out feeling his tongue enter your hole again, you held onto a handful of his hair feeling his tongue explore your insides. he sucked onto your clit as his hands roamed through your body, groping onto your tits. you felt yourself on cloud 9, you were so tired but this was something you always had thought about. he spread your sides open a little more as he flickered his tongue on your clit as you spasmed moaning loudly.

you gripped onto his hair leaning your head back at the warmness filling your tongue. “k-keep doing th..at..” you breathed out as a knot started to built up in your stomach again. your vision going black as your eyes were starting to tear up, your thighs trembling worse than before as you moaned out his name constantly before grinding your hips against his face. you gripped tighter onto his hair as you grunted feeling him smack your tits as he groaned into your mouth from your grip. you moved your hips quickly again him as you moaned loudly feeling yourself get closer. you continued to move your hips against your tongue as you let yourself go, moaning breathlessly. you panted as you got off him before you fell on the bed still trembling before he towered over you.

“this is going to be a long night just for you.. to get your reminder that you belong only to me.” he whispered into your ear as you nodded your head quickly before he rammed himself inside of you without a warning, you moaned loudly digging your nails into his wrist as you teared up before he started to thrust himself into you. “god.. you’re so fucking.. tight around me.” he said groaning as he gripped onto your tit. yep.. this was for sure going to be a longgg night..

—

after 3 rounds of such positions from back-talking you were stimulated to the point you were damping the sheets he made you squirt many times, even filled you up with his cum. you found yourself laying in your own puddle again as the sound of skin to skin happened again, he was pounding into you as his hand slowly wrapped around your neck, you giggled between your moans as he smirked looking down at you. the two of you were sweaty and hot from the session, you were on your 4th orgasm about to approach your 5th one, you were shaking tremendously as he pushed down on your stomach looking down at his print. you moaned louder as he pressed down onto your stomach and kept hitting your g-spot. “keep d-doing that.. y-you’re so.. g-good.” you said as between his hard thrusts as you were exhausted, from the pleasure. “look at you. brain all fucked up.. god such a gorgeous mess i made.” he said holding your neck a little tighter as you choked on your moans, moaning uncontrollably from the pace he had you in.

once he felt himself close he began to thrust quicker than he was into you, you screamed out in pleasure as you scratched his back. “i-i love y-you so much..” you whispered as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head, you were crying from the pleasure and the pain even the over sensitivity. gavi leaned closer to you as he pressed down on your neck, you choked on your moans as your vision started to get blurry. god that turned him on even more as he thrusted even harder into you, watching your eyes roll back. he let go of your neck as he leaned closer to your neck burrying his face, “you’ve been such a good slut.. gonna cum in you again and fill you up one last time.” he said into your ear as he bit onto your earlobe, you moaned out as you held onto his torso. “p-pablo! a-am so.. c-close..” you said struggling with your words and trying to keep up as he smirked chuckling at your stuttering. “me too baby..” he said as he gripped tighter on your hips moving deeper into you.

he straddled your face as he looked into your eyes, you tried to look at him but your eyes were so glossy and fucked from the pleasure. your juices were coated on his pelvis as the sound scattered throughout the room. “who fucks you this good hm? tell me.” he said whispering into your ear as you were too busy distracted on your climax, you couldn’t even think from your mind being full and fuzzy, “answer me you brat.” he said as he smacked your breast, you whimpered as you looked at him. “y-you..” you mumbled as he thrusted harder than he did into you, “speak up hermosa, i can’t hear you.” he said chuckling as you arched your back, “y-you! o-only you!” you cried out moaning louder than usual as he pounded into you quickly, his thrusts becoming sloppier as you cupped his cheeks tearing up. “i’m g-gonna..” you breathed out as he locked eyes with you, “cum all over me baby.” he said as you spasmed all over him, the sheets dampening beneath you as his warmness shot up inside of you.

you breathed heavily as he filled you up with his cum. he rested his forehead on yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding his cheek. he smiled kissing your cheek, “i-i love you..” he whispered out as he pulled out laying down next to you before cleaning you up, minutes later.. his arm straddled you, you were now in his touch as your head was resting on his chest. “i love you t-too..” you said before passing out from exhaustion. he looked down at you chuckling as he fell asleep cuddling you.

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monaco nights

➝ request: an one-shot where toto and reader have a discussion but he kind to her even if he is angry at her

➝ word count: 5,9k

➝ warnings: a lot of alcohol consumption, insinuated sexual harrassment

➝ author’s note: i know i promised this one-shot for the weekend, but unfortunately, my routine wore me out unexpectedly and i took some time to rest my head. however, that doesn't mean we can't start the week off right. hope you like it!

You closed the lip gloss tube and rubbed your lips together, the gloss spreading over the layer of nude lipstick you'd put on earlier. You stepped back from the bathroom mirror, checking your makeup, looking for any flaws in your work. Your eyeliner framed your gaze, as did your full lashes, while your cheekbones shimmered with the glow of the highlighter you’d applied.

“Perfect”, you thought, flashing a confident smile. You put the gloss back in your makeup bag and stashed the bag back in the bathroom cabinet. You left the bathroom, satisfied with your work. You weren’t a professional makeup artist, but you knew enough to make yourself feel beautiful without being flamboyant. It was contradictory, but it was apt — after all, it was the perfect description for the small town you lived in, sandwiched between the Mediterranean and the French Alps.

“Glamorous, but small”, you thought as you walked toward the suite's king-size bed to pick up the small silver bag you’d chosen for the night.

Monaco has always fascinated you. Ever since you were little, it was amazing. Maybe it was the sea breeze swaying the sails of the boats moored in the marina, maybe it was the picturesque landscape that stretched out in front of the Palais des Princes de Monaco, or maybe it was the way the city came alive once Grand Prix season brough the races. It didn’t matter why, but it was your favorite place in the world.

In the last few months, Monaco has become even more special to you.

You slid open a mirrored door and entered the walk-in closet, feeling for the light switch along the wall. As you turned on the lights, a small room filled with clothes appeared in front of you. Suits, pants, shirts, shoes, all meticulously arranged. As you passed the rows of dress shirts hanging up, you couldn’t resist running your fingertips along the fabric, where they were monogrammed just above the waist. Your eyes locked on one of the shirts and you ran your fingertips across the threads, feeling the three letters.

TCW.

The monogram stood for Torger Christian Wolff, or, simply “Toto”, as he’d introduced himself to you when you met him at the Grand Prix de Monaco Historique that had been held in Monte-Carlo in May.

You were a member of the organizing committee for the race, and worked for the Automobile Club de Monaco, so it was expected that you’d participate in that weekend’s activities. However, even outside of work, you had a passion for motorsport that meant that you followed everything closely, including the cars participating in the exhibition races and laps.

During one of your walks through the pit area, you found the team principal of the Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula 1 team standing next to a red car with a familiar name painted on the bodywork.

— This is my favorite — you heard him say after a few seconds, as he stood beside you.

Lifting your face to look at Toto, you raised an eyebrow.

— Favorite car?

— Among the ones Niki drove? Yes.

— Any particular reason?

— Because it was his least favorite.

— Why? — you asked.

Toto's eyes met yours with a mischievous gleam.

— Because it was a shitbox.

You looked away at the car, a shy smile on your lips.

— You know you're talking about a Ferrari.

— Those are Niki’s words, not mine.

— I assume you agree with them, Mr. Wolff — you said, looking up at him again.

— I've always trusted my friend's judgment, miss, uh — he hesitated for a second, trying to read your name from the name tag around your neck.

— Y/L/N — you said, extending your hand to him — Y/N Y/L/N, I'm part of the event's organizing committee.

He shook your hand.

— It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/L/N.

To your surprise, the connection between you was almost immediate. There was something about those dark eyes and infectious smile that drew you in, like a moth drawn to flame, or metal to a magnet.

In the end, falling in love with Toto Wolff was inevitable, as was your first kiss, shared outside of your apartment on a warm June night. Even more inevitable was agreeing to his request that you be his girlfriend, after he presented you with a black velvet box with a delicate ring — a promise ring — nestled inside.

Walking to the back of the closet, you bent down slightly to pick up a pair of shoes from one of the shelves. It was a pair of your shoes that you’d left at his house on the frequent occasions where you stayed over. He had already asked you to live with him in the sumptuous penthouse he owned across from Plage du Larvotto, but it was important to you that you still had your own place, at least for now. Your hesitance to move in with him resulted in each of you having space in the other’s wardrobes, bathrooms, and refrigerator shelves.

It could be simpler, you knew that, but something inside of you urged you to not rush things in the relationship, and moving in with him was a big step.

You walked down the hallway leading to the living room with your strappy silver heels in one hand and your purse in the other. The penthouse was decorated in elegant shades of white, gray, and turquoise, and was tastefully appointed. Toto was sitting on the white sofa, reading something intently on his iPad — probably the Financial Times, or emails from Brackley about progress on the W14.

You settled down on the couch next to him, putting your shoes on the floor to slip them on and buckle the clasp, one after another, in silence. You stood up, straightening the hem of your dress, as it had started to ride up a bit.

— Mon chou? — Toto said, his tone laden with hesitation.

— Yeah? — you turned to face him.

A few seconds of silence later, your boyfriend asked the question you least expected to hear from him.

— Are you going out… Like that? — he asked, in a quiet voice.

Your gaze shifted from his face, down to your outfit. You’d put on a body-hugging navy blue satin dress. It clung to your curves, leaving little to the imagination. It wasn’t outrageously short or low-cut, but it was definitely sexy.

— Yes, I’d planned to — you replied, smiling awkwardly — Why?

Toto pressed his lips together, trying to consider his words carefully.

— Don't you think — he paused for a few seconds — That dress might cause you a bit of… Trouble?

The smile faded from your face.

— What do you mean, trouble?

— Well, I saw it riding up when you stood up, and…

— It only went up a little, no big deal — you said, grabbing your purse off of the couch. You opened it to check to make sure you had everything you needed.

— It wasn't just a little bit — he muttered, quietly.

You sighed, trying to contain your irritation. You definitely didn’t want to argue with your boyfriend about your choice in clothing. You realized that your cell phone wasn't in your purse and walked back to the bedroom to retrieve it. When you returned, Toto was still looking at you. He looked uncomfortable.

— Mon chou, don't you think you'd better bring at least a coat?

— Why? — you asked, your irritation apparent in your voice — It's not cold out.

— Well, it might get cold later — he said — And I wouldn't want you to be so…

— Exposed? — you supplied, cutting him off.

— Yeah — he said, softly — Exposed.

You looked at him for a few seconds, wondering if he was joking. Toto never said anything about the clothes you wore — quite the contrary, he normally showered you with compliments. You weren’t sure what problem he could be having now, and you needed to find out.

— I've worn this dress before, though, and you didn't think I was overly exposed then — you said, glancing quickly at the time on your cell phone screen.

— Because we were together then, Y/N.

— You mean I can only wear this dress when I’m with you? — you said, a little indignantly.

— No, that's not it…

— So, what is it?

Toto stared at you in silence.

— Come on, Toto, say something — you growled.

— You can wear whatever you want, I just think that dress is… It exposes you a bit too much, and considering where you're going and the fact that you'll be without male companionship, you'd be better off wearing something more conservative...

You shook your head.

— Are you hearing what you're saying?

— Y/N, I'm just thinking about your safety…

— My safety? — you said in a sneering tone — Since when do you care about my safety, Toto?

He got up from the couch, approaching you.

— From the moment I realized that I love you — he said, reaching for your hand. You pulled it out of his reach.

— If you really loved me, you would accept the way I dress without question.

— Y/N, I'm not questioning the way you dress, I'm just…

— You are, though — you exclaimed, annoyed.

— I just don't want anything to happen to you, Y/N — he said, frustration rising in his voice.

— Nothing will happen to me, Toto.

— What if something does? There's a lot of weird guys out there and I won't be around...

— As if you’d be able to do anything — you spat.

— I'm not useless, Y/N.

— Well, neither am I. Just because I'm a woman doesn’t mean that I don't know how to defend myself.

He swallowed hard.

— Mon chou, please…

— Don't even start with that 'mon chou' thing, Torger! I'm not going to change my clothes just to please your controlling ass.

— I'm not being controlling! — he yelled.

— What do you call telling me to change, then? — you yelled back.

— I'm just trying to take care of you, Y/N!

You laughed bitterly.

— Taking care of me? You call that taking care of me? Soon, you’ll be not allowing me to go out with my friends! Soon, you’ll be telling me that I can’t have a job outside of the home! Soon, you’ll have an issue with the fact that I have my own life! You’ll want me to just stay home, waiting for you to come back from your damned races and doing… Who knows what, or who else!

— You're not implying — he growled, stepping forward, his face inches from yours.

— I didn't imply anything, Torger — you said, sarcastically.

— Y/N…

— I just want to make it clear that if you want a woman to be as your trophy, who you can bring to your events to hang on your arm like a fucking doll, then you've picked the wrong woman.

— I don't want a doll...

— Oh, yes you do, I’ve seen it in your eyes that you do — you said in a low, almost teasing voice — But it’s not going to be me.

Toto was silent, clearly exercising a great deal of control so as to not lose his temper.

— You can control your companies, your staff, your kids, whatever the fuck, but you can’t control me, Torger Christian Wolff.

— I’m not trying to control you! — he yelled, gesticulating violently.

— Yes, you are! — you said, almost yelling again — You want an ornament for you to put on your fucking arm and take to fucking FIA parties. You want a woman who will accept anything without question, who will be silent, who will do whatever you want...

— Fuck, Y/N, I'm your boyfriend! Not your owner! — he grumbled.

— I'm glad you realize that, Torger! — you yelled in his face — You don't own me and you never will!

He hesitated for a moment, putting a hand to his face.

— You know what? — Toto said, his voice terrifyingly serene — Do what you want, Y/N.

— Good! I will! — you yelled, going with heavy steps towards the door — You can’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t do!

Toto didn't have a comeback, which you thought was a good sign you’d won the argument. However, as soon as you put your hand on the doorknob, you heard him say your name behind you. You resisted for a few seconds the urge to turn away, however, when he repeated your name, you looked at him.

Your eyes met for a moment, but whatever words he wanted to say to you got lost on their way to his lips.

With an incredulous chuckle, you just muttered a single sentence.

— Don't wait up for me.

Slamming the penthouse door, you walked to the elevator, slamming your fist on the button. Taking a deep breath, you felt like crying, feeling the tears building up in your eyes.

But you wouldn't give Toto the satisfaction, not tonight. “I'm going to have fun tonight”, you thought.

The walk to Jimmy'z didn’t really help calm you down. The click of your heels against the sidewalk, which would have normally been a comforting sound, was swallowed up by the sound of the engines of the luxury cars crossing Avenue Princesse Grace, as well as the conversations of tourists, and the wind that swayed the treetops in your path.

When you arrived at the entrance to the Monte-Carlo Bay Hotel complex, where the nightclub was located, you saw your friends Noémi, Carmen, and Marion waiting for your arrival. They all looked a little impatient. You smiled at them and waved at them across the street. After crossing to the other side, you approached them and they immediately welcomed you with hugs and smiles.

— Finally, Y/N! — Marion said, tucking a lock of blond hair behind her ear — We were already thinking you'd managed to get lost in here.

— No, just had a — you hesitated for a few seconds — Mishap with the dress.

— Well, I’m glad you figured it out, because you look beautiful — Carmen said, a wide smile on her red lips.

— Thank you — you forced a smile, trying to disguise the mix of sadness and anger that a piece of clothing had put you through.

— Shall we go inside? — Noémi asked, putting a hand on your shoulder and the other on Marion's arm.

— Yes, let's go — you said, quickly.

The night passed in a blur through your eyes. Empty shot glasses from tequila shots were piling up on your table, glowing under the neon lights. There were also tall glasses from mojitos, margarita coupettes, and the glasses from the champagne you'd consumed inside the club, all to the sound of the lively conversation and rhythmic beats that came from the speakers.

However, you were not having a good time. You were sitting in front of that mess of glasses and shiny bags with your makeup smeared by the tears falling down your face. Your sobs were drowned out by the loud music, but those close to your table could hear them. Next to you, Carmen had her hands on your shoulders, attempting to comfort you, with little success.

— He was right, Carmen — you sobbed, your hands gripping your arms, crossed tightly over your body, as if you could protect yourself. You felt helplessness, anger, and guilt, all mixing in the pit of your stomach.

— Y/N, it’s not your fault — your friend spoke into your ear, bringing her thumb up to your cheek and wiping away a tear that was running down.

— I should have listened to him, I should have changed my dress — you said, the words dragging on your tongue. You had been drinking way more than you should have.

— No, that’s not it, Y/N — Carmen said, lifting your face — You have the right to wear what you want, as well as the right to be respected for it.

Your friend's words caused more tears to fall from your eyes. Carmen muttered something that was covered by the music and wrapped you in an awkward hug. With your head resting on her shoulder, you continued sobbing, tears dark from your makeup falling onto your friend's green dress. At that moment, you only wanted one thing.

— Toto — you mumbled against her shoulder.

— What? — she asked you, turning your face away from her shoulder.

— Toto — you repeated, between sobs — I want Toto.

— Okay, Y/N, I'll take you to him. I'll let the girls know we’re leaving and I’ll take you to his apartment, okay?

You nodded, sniffling, as Carmen got up from the table and disappeared into the crowd to find Marion and Noémi, enjoying themselves on the dancefloor.

A few minutes later, she returned and, with a tap on your shoulder, signaled you to leave the nightclub.

The walk to Toto's penthouse was tortuous and slow. The alcohol in your body kept you from balancing in your high-heeled shoes. After nearly spraining your right ankle for what felt like the third time, you stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, annoyed, and began to unbuckle your sandals.

— This fucking shoe — you muttered, throwing one of them to the ground.

However, the other seemed to be stuck on your foot, making frustration grow inside your chest and causing tears to well up in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you leaned your head back against the wall behind you, trying to calm down.

Carmen, realizing that you were having issues, bent down and unbuckled your sandal. She took the pair of shoes and grabbed your hand, urging you to follow her the few meters left between you and the entrance to Toto’s building. Trying to unlock the front door, you opened your bag and started looking for your key, but after fiddling around awkwardly in your purse for a few seconds, you huffed.

— Let me get it — your friend said, taking your purse and finding the keys in a matter of seconds. You were completely confused by the way she'd managed to find them so quickly and watched her open the entrance door.

— How? — you muttered, pointing to the key.

— Never mind — she said, placing your purse, key, and shoes in your hands — Do you want me to go upstairs or can you go it alone from here?

— I'll go alone — you replied, trying to organize everything she’d set in your hands.

— Alright, Y/N. Go upstairs, take a shower, take some aspirin, and go to sleep, okay?

— Okay — you said in a thin voice, walking robotically toward the elevator.

— Good night, Y/N — you heard Carmen say behind you, to which you responded with something that sounded more like a growl than words. You pressed the button and the doors instantly opened. You staggered into the elevator car, clumsily hitting the top floor equivalent button, leaning your forehead against the polished metal wall, and closed your eyes.

“Tonight was a mistake”, you thought.

After the elevator doors opened on the top floor, you walked slowly to the apartment door. You tried to put the key into the lock a few times before accidentally hitting the handle and finding it unlocked.

You opened the door carelessly, you only remembered that you had told Toto not to wait up for you when you realized the lights in the house were off.

“Shit”, you said quietly, as you slowly closed the door. You set your things down carefully on the sideboard in the entranceway, trying not to make any noise, and staggered down the hall, guided through the darkness by a light coming from the living room.

However, upon stepping into the living room, you found Toto awake and sitting next to the lamp — you hadn’t expected that.

— Y/N — he said, getting up quickly — Did something happen? I tried calling you all night, but you didn't answer.

— Yes — you replied, your voice a little choked by the lump growing in your throat — It happened.

Toto noticed that your makeup had run off from with your tears, leaving a gray path on your skin. He put his hands on your cheeks and stroked the marks gently with his thumb.

— What happened?

— You were right — you muttered, staring into space. You didn't have the courage to look Toto in the eyes after everything you'd said to him hours before, especially after everything that had happened — There were a bunch of strange men at Jimmy'z today.

— Did they do something to you? Did they touch you?

— No, they just — you hesitated, the memory making you feel a little nauseous — They said things to me when I went to the bathroom.

— What did they say?

— They said that — you stopped again, the nausea growing stronger, your mouth filling with saliva.

Before you knew it, you'd staggered into the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet, and started vomiting. You felt your abdominal muscles contract to expel everything in your stomach.

Eventually, you stopped long enough to lift your head out of the bowl, panting from the effort your body had made to rid itself of the exorbitant amount of alcohol you'd been drinking, that you realized Toto was kneeling behind you, one hand holding your hair away from your face, the other one, rubbing your back.

— You didn't have to do that — you said quietly, swiping the back of your hand over your mouth. You flushed the toilet and sat on the bathroom floor, still unable to look Toto in the face. A mixture of guilt and shame was building up in your chest.

— Didn’t have to do what? — he asked, tucking a few strands of your hair carefully behind your ear.

— Well, this — you gestured with your hand between the toilet and your body.

— I'm just doing what I wish they had done for me last December.

You looked up at Toto and found him with a slight smile on his face.

— What happened in December? — you asked.

— Well, more or less, I drank way too much tequila during the constructors' title celebrations. After I ended up crowd surfing at the afterparty and losing my shirt, I spent a while clinging to the toilet in my hotel room, bringing up everything I’d drank that night.

Your lips curved into a shy smile.

— The hangover must have been awful.

— It was — he laughed, taking your hand — But yours will be worse if we don’t get you taken care of.

— What can we do? — you asked, looking at Toto's hand, his thumb lightly stroking your skin.

— Come with me — he said, rising up off the ground and helping you up with him.

Once you were both standing, he led you down the hall slowly, taking care for you to not trip over your own feet in the process. Once you were in the bedroom, you went straight to the ensuite bathroom, where Toto led you to the black quartz sink.

Then, he turned you around and grabbed you by the waist, boosting you up to sit on the countertop. The contact of your warm skin against the cold stone countertop made you giggle.

— What's the matter? — he asked you.

— It's cold — you said, swinging your feet against the cabinet.

With a smile, he bent down and opened the cabinet right below you, looking for something.

— Where is it? — Toto muttered to himself — Oh, here.

He put your makeup bag on the countertop, unzipping it and rummaging through the contents, trying to find something.

— What are you looking for? — you asked.

— Those wipes you use to remove your makeup.

— Oh, it's in that bag — you said, absentmindedly.

Toto took a long breath.

That was definitely not the answer he needed.

To make the search easier, Toto began pulling out the makeup items from your bag. First came a gloss and a lipstick, then an eyeshadow kit, a stick highlighter and a liquid blush, and then it was the turn of foundation and compact powder. Then, a few seconds later, he set a small, slightly crumpled lilac packet down on top of the sink.

— Oh, that's it — you exclaimed, pointing to the package.

— These are the wipes? — Toto asked, taking the package in his hand and studying it.

— Yes — you replied, smiling.

Putting all of your makeup back in the case, he opened the package and took out a damp wipe. Then, folding it over, Toto approached you and started rubbing it on your face, the wet sensation making you flinch and laugh. Your reaction brought a small smile to his face.

— What's the problem?

— It tickles and it’s cold — you smiled, as he brought the wipe back to your face, in a new attempt to clean your skin. However, all he had to do was start wiping your cheek with a concentrated look that made you again, turning your face away from him.

— Y/N — he sighed.

— You look so cute when you’re concentrating — you said between giggles.

— You know what would make you look cute, mon chou? — Toto asked in a low voice, placing his hands on the sides of your thighs, a sly smile on his lips. The sight of him bending over you like that sent a wave of heat through your body toward your pussy.

— If I was naked, with you inside me — you whispered, bringing your hand up to his cheek, caressing it.

— No, Y/N — he said quietly — You'd look very cute sitting still for me so I can finish wiping your face. Can you do that for me?

You blinked, processing the response. You definitely weren't expecting that. Judging from the smug smile on Toto's face, he knew he'd taken you by surprise. You nodded and sat still long enough for him to finish.

Watching Toto's expression as he brushed the smudges of eyeliner and mascara off your cheeks, you felt something tighten in your chest. It was Saturday night, and instead of sleeping, he was taking care of you — cleaning off your makeup for you after a silly argument over a dress.

— Toto? — you said softly.

— Yes? — he muttered.

— Are you still mad at me?

He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, as if he was trying to carefully choose his words.

— Let's talk about it in the morning, Y/N — he replied, dropping the dirty makeup remover wipe that was in his hand on the sink and reaching for another to continue cleaning your face in silence.

— But, I want to talk about it now — you said, after a few seconds of hesitation.

— You're in no condition to have a conversation about it, Y/N.

— Yes, I am, Toto.

He lowered his hand from your face and looked at you seriously.

— Y/N, I'm not going to argue with you right now, I’m tired, and you’re drunk.

— Well, you know what they say, drunken words are sober thoughts — you muttered.

— After today, I'd rather you keep your thoughts to yourself.

His words hit you like a punch in the stomach. “He's still mad at me”, you thought, pressing your lips together.

However, you couldn’t fault Toto for being upset with you, especially considering everything you'd said to him.

Not only did you piss him off, you called him controlling, possessive, and insinuated that he cheated on you. Yet, he was there in front of you, cleaning your skin, touching you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

You had fucked up.

— I'm done — Toto said, picking up the dirty wipes and throwing them in the trash.

Silently, you slid your hips across the sink, settling on your feet in front of the counter. You turned to the mirror, finding your face immaculately clean, without a trace of makeup.

— Thanks — you said in a low voice, looking at Toto through the reflection.

— No problem — Toto muttered, exiting the bathroom and leaving you alone. You stared into your own gaze in the mirror, your throat tightening.

You had definitely fucked up.

Once you left the bathroom, you noticed one of Toto’s t-shirts on the bed. It was neatly folded, as if it was waiting for you. Running your fingers over the gray fabric, you hesitated for a few seconds, trying to figure out what it was sitting there for. It took you a few minutes to connect the dots.

— He got me a change of clothes — you muttered to yourself.

As you unzipped the zipper on the side of the dress, the blue satin sagged around your body, falling to your feet. You stripped down to your underwear — it was white lace, but it was comfortable enough to sleep in. You took the t-shirt off of the bed and pulled it over your head. You shoved it on unceremoniously and you were soon enveloped in the familiar scent that permeated the fabric.

As you dropped your body onto the bed, you felt your heart sink, guilt consuming you like a fire in the dry vegetation. It didn't take long for the tears to start running down your face again, falling onto the gray fabric. “Dumb, dumb, dumb”, you thought.

You heard footsteps echoing down the hall that made you look up with a sniffle, your hands quickly drying your cheeks. You tried to take a few breaths to try to stave off the tightness in your throat as you looked toward the door and saw Toto come in with a glass of water in one hand and a pill in the other.

— What’s that?

— Ibuprofen — he said, placing the pill in your hand — To help with the hangover.

You brought the pill to your tongue and took the glass of water, taking a generous swig. When you took the glass away from your lips, Toto already had his hand stretched out to you.

— Thanks — you whispered, handing him the glass.

— No problem — he said, his cold tone piercing you like a stab wound.

Watching Toto walk towards the bedside table and put down your glass, you started to wonder if you should say anything.

However, you knew that no matter what you said, it wouldn't be enough to really express what you felt, much less to assuage the anger he was feeling towards you.

“But if he's angry, why would he do all this?”, you wondered, as he went to the bathroom and turned off the light.

His eyes met your and his serious mask dissolved almost instantly.

— Y/N? You are crying?

You hadn't even felt the tears running down your face again. You sniffled, trying to dry them quickly.

— No…

Toto approached you and bent down in front of you, hands resting on your knees. His expression was a silent request for you to open up to him and tell him what was bothering you.

You'd seen that look many times.

— I'm a shitty person — you spluttered, more tears falling from your eyes.

— You're not a shitty person, Y/N — Toto said, his right thumb stroking your skin.

— How am I not, Toto? Did you hear the things I said to you?

He sighed.

— Yes, I did.

— Fuck. I said all that, left, pissed at you. Everything you were afraid of happening actually happened, and instead of you saying something like 'I told you so' or 'you deserved it', you just hold my hair back for me as I throw up in your nice bathroom — you continued — And then, you take off my makeup for me, give me medicine, and set out some clothes for me so I can sleep in your bed.

— Do you know why I did all of that, Y/N?

You shook your head.

— It was the same reason I wanted you to take at least a coat with you — Toto whispered, wiping a tear that was halfway down your cheek — Because I love you.

— Why?

— Why… Why do I love you?

— No. Why did you want me to take a coat?

— Do you remember the first time you wore that dress?

You nodded. The occasion stood out in your mind — it was at a party put on by IWC in Berlin over the past summer. It had been one of your first appearances with Toto, practically a public declaration of your relationship. That night, you had worn the dress with some other accessories. You thought you looked elegant and drop-dead sexy.

— I didn't tell you this, but during the party, while you were dancing, I saw some guys looking at you in a… Weird way. They were pointing at you and talking about you. It looked like they were planning something.

— Is that why you came to the dance floor with me?

— Exactly. Even though I was a disaster, I stayed with you to discourage them. Unfortunately this world is full of bad people and I didn't want to risk anything happening to you.

You sniffled.

— When you said you were going out in that dress, I got nervous. Obviously, you have the right to wear whatever you want and, by the way, you look stunning in it. But I was so afraid something would happen to you, and this time, I wouldn't be there to help you.

Your eyes focused on the movement of Toto's thumb against his skin. You didn't have the courage to look into his eyes.

— I found myself in a dilemma, Y/N. Either I could try to warn you, or I could say nothing and brood over everything that could happen because there are men out there who just don't know how to respect a woman wearing an outfit she likes. I decided to take a chance, thinking you would understand my concerns. But your reaction was, how should I say…

— Explosive? — you stammered.

— Yeah — he replied — I won't say I wasn't offended by what you said. It's not easy to hear the ones you love call you things you were pretty sure you weren't until that moment. Useless, controlling, possessive…

You pursed your lips. He had never been any of that.

— But the hardest thing to hear was the insinuation that I had already cheated on you.

Your eyes met his.

— Where did you get that idea from? — Toto asked.

— I grew up here, Toto. I always heard the stories of drivers who took advantage of the private parties to cheat on their partners. You remember what happened to Pérez this year…

He sighed.

— I spent all night wondering if I'd given you reason to distrust me, if I'd done something that planted a seed of doubt in your head. I've always tried to make it clear that you're the only woman I want — Toto said, drying off another tear — You are the love of my life, Y/N.

You brought your hand to his face, your thumb caressing his skin.

— I don't deserve you, Toto.

His lips curved into a shy smile.

— Yes, you do deserve me, mon chou. And I deserve you.

The silence stretched for a few seconds.

— Can you forgive me?

— Yes, Y/N — he answered you, taking your hand and placing a gentle kiss on the palm — I forgive you.

You smiled a genuine smile for the first time that night.

— Will you lay down with me?

— Yes, Y/N — Toto said, standing from where he was kneeling.

You settled back into the king-sized bed, and watched Toto lie down beside you, sliding across the mattress towards you. You nestled your head against his chest, feeling him envelop you in a tight embrace. You were lulled into a light doze by the sound of his heartbeat.

Some time later, you felt him press his nose to your head and sniff.

— You should have probably taken a shower, mon chou.

— Why? — you asked.

— You still smell like a nightclub — Toto muttered.

— Fuck you — you laughed, hugging him tighter.

#toto wolff #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff x you #toto wolff fluff #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 one shot #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #wlffog #formula 1 one shot #oneshotwlff

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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magic | l.h

luke hemmings x reader

summary: before a show, luke is struggling with his makeup. he asks you for help.

warnings: none. (this one is shorter than my others)

a/n: luke hemmings my beloved <3

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you had joined luke on the last leg of the 5sos tour, it had been a wonderful month and now they were playing some of their last shows.

you sat on your phone, scrolling through twitter and seeing everyone who was attending the show that night. smiling as you liked a few tweets. “hey babe” luke said abruptly, grabbing your attention. “hmm?” you hummed, turning your phone off to look at him. “can you help me with my eye makeup?” he held colored glitter and an eyeliner pin in his hand. “of course” you smiled, getting up from the sofa and walking to him.

he handed you the glitter first, then sat down in the vanity chair. “all over your eyelid?” you asked, and he shook his head. “inner corner, i wanna try something different.” you nodded, picking up some of the shadow on your pinky and gently dabbing it on the inner corner of his eyes. it was a beautiful baby blue with reflective glitter, complimenting his blue eyes. “how’s that?” you looked into the mirror, watching as he inspected your work. “amazing, as always” he grinned.

“black, or white eyeliner?”

”you pick, what do you think would look better?” he smiled. you nodded, reaching for the white eyeliner. “i’m gonna have to get a little closer” you mumbled, inching closer to his face, gently marking out the winged liner. you held his chin delicately. with the close proximity, luke took this moment to admire your features. no matter how many years he was with you, he never got sick of looking at you. or loving you.

“luke, you’re staring” you hummed, now moving to the other eye. “i know” he replied, his eyes still glued to you. you smiled, continuing to finish the second wing. “okay” you stepped back, letting go of his chin. “how’s that?” he pulled his eyes off of you and looked into the mirror. “perfect, as always.” he stood up from the chair and began to fix his earpiece. you closed the eyeliner and used a wipe to get the extra glitter off your hands.

“thank you again, love” he turned to you, kissing the top of your head. you smiled, half hugging him. “anything for you.” “i gotta go now, i’m on in five”

“break a leg!” you laughed, “actually don’t! i need you healthy!” you hollered as he headed out of the dressing room.

“i love you!” he yelled back.

“i love you too!”

#5 second of summer imagines #5sos imagine #5sos smut #5sos fan fiction #5 seconds of summer fanfic #5sos fluff #5sos angst #luke hemmings #luke hemmings x reader #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer x reader #5sos x reader #luke hemmings angst #luke hemmings fluff #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings blurb #luke hemmings fanfic #luke x reader

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ifhymona · 3 months

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 7 | chino moreno x reader

chapter 6 ~ chapter 8 | AO3

912 words

i can’t sleep. the gig is tomorrow and my mind was racing. not about the gig, but about chino. well a little about the gig too. but for the most part, i couldn’t help but think about all the things abe told me.

this isn’t supposed to be happening. chino’s my best friend. why does he have to make my heart race all the time?

i started thinking back about my feelings for him back in high school. i felt like i was my teenage self again. dumb and naive about love. i haven’t felt like this in years.

i thought i was over chino. you’d think that i was given enough time to get over him. but apparently not. ever since chino has been back in my life, i always feel an intense wave of emotions wash over me around him. he’s just so effortless. it’s fun having a crush but i had a bad feeling about this. chino is a rockstar, someone worthy for the entire world to see. me on the other hand, what do i have to offer? i sighed to myself. i need to get some sleep.

the long awaited gig is now here. they haven’t toured or done any shows in a awhile since they’ve been working on around the fur so much. so this is pretty big. plus more coverage.

chino was supposed to pick me up first so it was time to start getting ready. i put a little black eyeshadow on and put eyeliner on my waterline with some mascara. i combed my hair and grabbed the clothes i was gonna wear. i put on a black tank top with my black shorts and fishnets. to accessorize, i wore a studded belt. i put on my green sweater and tied the laces to my green converse.

i heard a honk from outside. chino’s here. we still had around five hours before the show so we can prepare the venue.

i walked out looking down at my feet nervously. i hope chino doesn’t think i look bad.

i opened the car door and closed it as i sat down. as i was putting my seat belt on, i felt a certain pair of eyes on me. i turned my head to chino. he had frosted tips and heavy eyeliner around his eyes. he was wearing a grey shirt with some black cargo pants and had spiky bracelets on both of his wrists.

he looked me up and down. i started growing nervous. i spoke before he could. “copycat. why’d you have to steal my makeup look?” i smirked while pushing his chest back.

he put his hand over his chest. “cmon baby, don’t do me like that.” he smiled while leaning in towards me. my heart started beating out of my chest. i impulsively turned my face away. oh god i’m such an idiot! why did i turn my face?

“maybe next time.” he smirked and drove away.

after our little moment, we picked up the rest of the band and moved all of the instruments over to the venue. i spent most of those hours bringing in boxes full of their merchandise, setting up the merch stand and making sure everything was in place. i was able to hire some people to work the merch stand so i can watch the show.

we were all backstage. everybody else were making sure their instruments were perfect since there were around ten minutes left before the show starts.

“are you nervous?” i asked chino. he was peaking out the curtain, looking at the vast crowd. it was loud from the everybody waiting for the show to start. chino turned around to me.

“yeah a little. even if i’ve done this dozens of times, i think i’ll always be nervous before a show.” he looked down at his shoes scratching the back of his neck. i stared at him. when he looked back at me, i didn’t look away this time. we held eye contact.

he looked me up and down. “you look amazing.” he said breathlessly.

i couldn’t help but look down making my hair cover my face. a growing feeling in my chest made it hard stand straight. leave it to chino to make my knees weak even when i try not to.

“thanks.” i softly laughed.

“no seriously y/n, you look good.” i felt his eyes piercing through me. has he been staring at me this whole time?

before i got to say anything, i got cutoff by the sound guy. “five minutes guys!”

i changed the topic. i never really liked being talked about, good or bad. “i’m excited to see you guys perform! this will be a first!” i grinned.

“i’m excited for you to see us. i hope you enjoy seeing us on stage.”

“of course i will!” i look out the curtain to really see the crowd for myself. “wow, that’s a lot of people.” my jaw slightly drops looking out into the crowd. i didn’t truly realize how big of a following the band has created until now.

“yeah well, good thing i’m only trying to impress one person.” he teased.

i turn to him, curious on who he’s trying to impress. i don’t ask. “i hope you dazzle them with your wits.” i teased back. we were staring at each other again.

“sorry if i suck tonight.” he chuckled.

“i’m sure you won’t.” i smiled.

a/n: i hope everyone enjoyed today’s chapter ! new chapters will be posted every friday but i will be taking a break soon to catch up on my writing so i hope you guys understand. lots of love <3

#deftones #chino moreno #chino moreno x reader #chino x reader #chi cheng #stephen carpenter #abe cunningham #nu metal #music #bands #mall goth #goth #emo #alternative #grunge #metal head #1990s #1990s nu metal #1990s aesthetic

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justelib · 18 days

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Friday night frights - CLAWD WOLF PT 1

Plot; When Clawd, Gill and Deuce are injured in the Skulltimate Roller maze championships, and Heath, Manny and every other guy at monster high refuse to play, the Ghouls decide that they aren’t needed and formed an all girls group, hoping to cheer up Clawd and get their school spirit back. Marcel Dracula, Joins the Ghouls seeing as he was the only guy that didn’t refuse and he wanted to support Draculaura, His adoptive sister. Marcel was already one of monster highs Star SKRM players so to cheer up his wolfy boyfriend, he’d do anything…even if he’s secretly injured.

Character; Clawd wolf X Male!oc

Request open! I take x readers of any gender, and I don’t usually write canon x canon, but I will! And I also don’t do oc request unless I’m feeling it!

Marcel Dracula marched down the halls of monster High, opening his locker and taking out the necessary books for his monster history class. He sighed dramatically when he realised a certain someone had put his messenger bag at the top of his locker, the Seventeen hundred year old being shorter then most of his vampire classmates, getting it from his human mothers side.

Marcel used his vampire powers, floating up five inches and grabbing his bag, landing gracefully and closing his locker, coming face to face with his sister.

“Walk with me to class?” Draculaura asked, tilting her head and holding her arm out for her adoptive brother.

“Don’t I always?” Marcel Chuckled, linking their arms and the two made their way to monster history. Draculaura was telling him how Clawdeen, her girlfriend, had gotten her a new make-up kit that fitted her perfectly. Marcel listened intently, keeping his eyes on his sister as she spoke, letting her manoeuvre them through the crowds of students.

“It’s seriously amazing, Clawdeen is so thoughtful.” Draculaura sighed dreamingly as she and Marcel got closer to Monster history. “There’s also an amazing eyeliner that you can have, I still have my last one.” Draculaura smiled at her older brother.

“Thank you.” Marcel grinned as he held open the door to their class, leaning against it to keep it open as a few more students entered behind him and his sister. He smiled at the students, heart shaped fangs flashing. Once the last of the students filed in, Marcel helped Draculaura down the stairs with one hand, both of their books in the other. When Draculaura got to her seat, he handed her books back before making his way to his own seat which was just in front of hers.

The raven haired boy set up his desk, setting his books in a neat pile, three pencils next to it along with a sharpener and two rubbers, he’s also had extras in his bag just in case. Marcel decided to scroll on his I-Coffin as he waited for class to start, his head leaning back against his sisters desk as she sketched out designs.

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Marcel yawned as he stretched dramatically, finally making it out of the boring class, resting his arm on Draculaura’s shoulder as they made their way to the Creepeteria.

“I’ll see you in science.” Marcel smiled, waving at his sister as he made his way to the steak, knowing for a fact she’d refuse to even sit two chairs away from him. The vampire quickly got his lunch and made his way to His usual table, which had Clawd, Heath, Deuce and Gill. Marcel rested his hand on Clawds head, ruffling his hair as he sat next to the werewolf.

“Hello, boys.” He grinned, sticking a straw in his pouch of Apple Blood and taking a sip.

“Yo, Marcel!” Deuce grinned, fist bumping the Vampire.

“Hey, fang-dude.” Heath Laughed, reaching over to steal the red eyed boys cookie, only for his hand to be slapped away.

“Marcel.” Gill smiled, high-fiving the seventeen hundred year old.

“Marc.” Clawd smiled, kissing the boys cheek.

“What are we talking about?” The vampire asked, tilting his head.

“Just discussing the season of SKRM, we’re running practice after lessons.” Clawd smiled before taking a bite of his own steak.

“Ah, I’ll make sure to get my skates fixed before the games start then.” Marcel smiled.

“Fixed?” Clawd asked, tilting his head as he chewed.

“Yeah, the wheels are loose and…” Marcel paused, nervously chuckling. “They’re kinda falling apart.” The boys stopped what they were doing and stared at him. “I’ll get new ones before the games start, I swear, I’m just gonna have to practice with my old ones for now.” He rubbed the back of his head with a nervous grin.

“There’s no way I’m letting you practice on some busted Skates.” Clawd refused with a shake of his head. “You can borrow my spares.”

“Clawd, baby, I love you and i love that you care for my safety but we both know a pair of your skates won’t fit me.” Marcel chuckled, rubbing the werewolf’s ear, the wolf distractedly tapped his foot, leaning his head further towards Marcel before shaking his head, blinking and glaring playfully at the vampire.

“Aren’t you the same size as Draculaura? I’m sure she’ll have a pair of skates.” Clawd suggested.

“She has two pairs actually…yeah, alright, I’ll see if I can burrow one of her pairs…also, I don’t know if I should be insulted or not that you just compared my size to my younger sister who is like…4’11.“ Marcel raised a brow, staring as Clawd began to splutter. “I’m kidding.” He laughed, ruffling the world hair.

“You just have an adorably small shoe size.” Clawd grinned, wincing as he got a gentle slap in the head.

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A month of practice and they’re now in the Championships, they were playing against the Gargoyles. Marcel dodged the flames, speeding up as he passed a gargoyle with quite long hair. Coming upon the bridge, jumping over a kraken tentacle, sliding under another. In came things that Marcel described as ‘rolling pins with spikes.’ Which he flew straight over. Marcel was just behind clawd and a gargoyle team member. Marcel watched in concern as the gargoyle growled, and shouted something to his teammates that he couldn’t understand. Grabbing what Marcel assumed was one of the cameras.

Marcel stumbled as deuce’s lasers turned the bat camera into stone, which the gargoyle threw at Gil, who dodged, only for it to come back like a boomerang, slashing at Gil’s skates. Gil fell back, taking deuce with him.

Heath and manny dropped in. Marcel was still behind clawd and the Gargoyle with blue hair, he watched as they shoved each other, resulting in the gargoyle on the ground. Marcel let out a cackle, only for it to turn into a scream as the gargoyle grabbed his ankle pulling the poor vampire boy down to the ground. His eyes glowed red as his head hit the cement, his ankle felt odd and he felt as if he was going to pass out, he didn’t even notice to two gargoyles come and help the blue haired one up. It was only until manny and Heath did the same that he realised his ankle was sprained, but he knew he couldn’t let monster high down, so he did what he usually does, he ignored the pain and kept skating.

Soon enough they were headed down the final tunnel, the captain of the gargoyles suddenly turned around and flashed a red cape at manny, causing him to go berserk, and charge at it, only to run straight into Heath. The two fell to the ground, only for a player from the gargoyles to trip over them also.

Clawd and the gargoyle captain were in the lead, Marcel could hear the cheering of his sister, and he knew they were going to win…that was until clawds wheels somehow came off of his skates, the wolf flew through the air, and Marcels own skates rolled over clawds wheel, falling flat on his face as he heard the gargoyles cheer over their winning.

Marcel walked beside clawd, who was being pulled away on a stretcher, glaring at the gargoyles who held the monster high crest with smug smiles.

•

The school was literally falling apart and everyone was miserable, Marcel could barely smile. Until he saw clawd, only for it to drop immediately, he glanced at the cone clawd had around his neck, along with the crutches and cast on his leg.

“Oh, clawd.” Marcel sighed. “The doctor said I’ll be in a cast for six weeks.” Clawd stated sadly.

“Well, that means Marcel Can stop worrying about you being sent to that farm they sent your grandmother to.” Draculaura revealed, causing her brother to send her an embarrassed look.

“I just can’t believe we lost.” Clawd sulked, “I let everybody down.”

“No, it was my fault, If I had watched were I was going, I could’ve won the game.” Marcel stated, patting clawds head.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, it was just one game, right?” Frankie tried to console them. “I mean, seriously, what’s wrong with everybody? It’s like a morgue in here, and not in a good way.”

“They took our crest, Frankie!” Clawd snapped unintentionally. “Our school spirit!”

“Soo, we’ll get it back when we play them again.” Frankie stated. “No biggie!”

“How?” Clawd growled. “We only have two healthy players!” He referred to Marcel and Heath, as manny had broke his arm. “Forget it!” Clawd lashed out, “there will be no more Skultimate roller maze this year! I am officially cancelling the season!” The whole hall gasped, including Marcel.

“Clawd, at least think about it! We can still do this-“

“No! It’s official. There will be no more SKRM this year.”

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I’m actually so inlove with this! Please send in some monster high request also! I’ve been rewatching the movies and I’m absolutely obsessed again and really want to write more Clawd and Deuce!

#monster high #clawd wolf #Clawd wolf x Male!oc #frankie stein #draculaura #lagoona blue #clawdeen wolf #deuce gorgon #monster high Gil #cleo de nile #Abby abominable #mh ghoulia #heath burns #male!oc #oc insert #friday night frights

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demonpoxballad · 2 years

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Don't You Hear Me Howling?

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: inspired by Hozier's It Will Come Back. Angsty with pining after Nat, set just before a Stark party.

Warnings: angst, one-sided pining, mention of men getting off on wlw relationships

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Part 2

Hi! First time writing Nat! I think I'm going to turn this into a two or three parter, feedback is always welcome <3

- Liv xx

I held up one necklace, and then the other, up to the deep turquoise satin dress hung on the bathroom door. It looked expensive and sexy, and the thought of wearing it all night in front of everyone made me feel like a five year old trying on her mother’s heels and red lipstick. No doubt people would smile at me condescendingly, silently wondering if I was ever taught how to look like a lady.

I heard the clattering of two pairs of heels coming down the hallway towards my room, and sure enough Natasha and Wanda stepped through my open doorway, all bright eyes and excited smiles.

“Hey, I’m so – why aren’t you ready?” Natasha asked, frowning.

“Well, I just have to get changed, and then I’m ready. It doesn’t start until eight, right?” I fiddled with my hands, digging my right thumbnail into the stretch of skin between my left index finger and thumb.

“You’re not doing any makeup?”

“She doesn’t have to, Nat. I doubt any of the boys will be spending more than ten minutes on getting ready tonight,” Wanda said, a reassuring smile directed towards me. She sauntered around the room and over to my bed, bouncing a little as she sat down.

“I don’t have any makeup here,” I explained. “Didn’t anticipate black tie parties as part of the job description.”

“You can borrow mine,” Natasha offered. “I could even do it for you, if you want.” She stepped towards me, brushing some of my hair away from my face. All of a sudden I felt feverish, my breath shuddering out from my lungs.

“Would you really?” I asked. She nodded, smiling sweetly. “Thank you so much, I can’t remember the last time I got ready for something like this.”

“Yeah, of course. We’ll probably have to forego foundation, but that’s okay.” She left the room to go and fetch makeup and hair elastics from her room. “I’ll just be a sec.”

“This is so exciting,” Wanda said, clasping her hands together. “It’s like the makeover programmes I used to see on TV.”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun,” I replied. “You look amazing, by the way, Wanda. I love your dress.” It was floaty and sheer with a slip underneath, paired with chunky boots and her signature smoky eyeliner.

“Thank you! You know, I wasn’t sure about it, but I showed Vis and he liked it as well, so. Yeah.” She nodded, brushing her hands over the material on her knees.

Natasha was back. “Okay. Let's do this.” She ushered me over to the bed, grabbing a pile of jewellery and crawling on herself to sit behind me cross-legged so that we could both see my reflection in the mirror. She stroked my hair and her fingertips grazed the back of my neck. My whole body felt like an overly-carbonated drink.

The feeling of her hands there reminded me of playgrounds, of being a little girl and pretending to go to the hairdressers. Natasha was gentle, and I found myself wishing that she wasn’t. That she would tug at my hair until my eyes watered. This felt too good.

She held up various necklaces, bracelets and earrings, chatting animatedly with Wanda and I about which combinations would look best. She expressed her delight at having two girl friends to hang out with after being the only woman on the team for so long. I felt important and special and glad that Natasha was happy.

After some time Wanda left, saying she got a text from Tony that Happy needed help with some fallen decorations.

“I can’t wait to see you in that dress,” Natasha said once you were alone.

“Really?” My voice came out strained and awkward-sounding.

“Yes.” She finished clasping the last necklace and ran a hand between my shoulder blades. “It’s stunning. Which heels are you wearing?”

There were two pairs on the floor underneath the dress. “I’m not sure yet. What do you think?”

“Both would look good. Probably the transparent ones are best.”

“Yeah, okay. Thanks.” Natasha shifted to my side to look more closely at how the jewellery looked, an approving smile on her face. She had lent me a simple chain necklace and matching dangly earrings to complement my own. I looked in the mirror myself, and even just in my plain t-shirt the combination looked sophisticated. “These are beautiful. Thank you.”

“No problem. It’s nice, actually. Reminds me of getting ready with my sister. She loves jewellery too.”

“I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“Not many people do. Just Clint, really. She’s not actually my sister though.” I turned my head to look at her and she grimaced. I thought about the fact that she had talked to me, of all people, about her family. “Okay. On to makeup?”

I shifted back on the bed to rest against the headboard, Natasha settled beside me, makeup scattered everywhere. “Go ham, seriously. I always love how your makeup looks,” I told her.

Her free hand held my face whilst she worked, biting her lip in concentration. She kept fidgeting around and sighing, scooting forward on her knees until they were nudging into my hip. “Can I sit in your lap?” she asked. “It’ll just be easier.”

I imagined my eyes going wide like saucers, as if I were a cartoon character. “Uh, yeah. Sure.” I flattened my legs out in front of me and she moved to straddle them, holding on to my shoulders for support. The skirt of her cocktail dress stretched between her thighs, which felt full and soft against me. I didn’t know where to put my hands and they fluttered about a bit before settling awkwardly beneath my chest. Her own went back to my face and I tried my best to concentrate on the space between her eyebrows whilst she worked.

Her fingers felt so nice on my face, and I found it pleasurable to do as she told me. Close your eyes, look at me. Smile, rub your lips together. Like this. She was hunched close to my body, our stomachs and chests almost touching. I thought about touching her legs and had to restrain myself from doing so several times.

“Almost done.” She sat back to consider my face, smiling unreservedly. “You look so pretty,” she told me, and kissed my cheek. It must have made a stain because she giggled a second later and started rubbing at the same spot. “Shit, sorry.” I just grinned up at her like an idiot. She should have known better than to do things like that to me. I felt irresponsible for the snarling tendrils emerging from my body and attaching themselves to hers.

At times like these I worried that she knew what she was doing. That she knew I was practically in love with her, and she was toying with me, like a cat with its prey. God knows she was perceptive enough. God knows I couldn’t feign friendly indifference with her if I tried.

I was still looking at her, and she was still looking at me, and it seemed as if she were about to say something –

“Hey, girls. Nearly ready?” came from behind the ajar door, accompanied by a knock. It was Steve. He poked his head around the door. “Can I come in?”

Natasha twisted to look at him and gestured enthusiastically in my general direction. “What do you think?”

I cringed at Steve’s face in reaction to us both on the bed. Natasha was grinning, and I thought about him enjoying the sight of her sat on my lap. I thought about her using me as some play thing to seduce grown men. It made me want to shove her off of me and run to the bathroom to be sick.

“Very pretty,” he said. “You both look amazing.”

Natasha smiled even wider and clambered away, walking towards Steve to adjust his tie. I slipped off the bed and took the dress into the bathroom to change. They were right, I did look pretty. The eyeshadow she picked complemented my eye colour; my facial structure looked defined and sophisticated. My skin looked vibrant and glowing against the dress. Probably not pretty enough, though.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. “Hey, we’re gonna head to the party now. Are you coming?” Steve.

“I’ll wait for you, y/n. Do you want me to wait?” Natasha said.

It would be nice, if she waited. I wanted her to wait, badly. I wanted to walk with her to the party, her hand in mine, to buy her a drink when we got there, and dance with her to all the slow songs. I wanted to cling to her all night and soak up all the scraps of affection she might toss to me. But instead, I said: “No, that’s okay. I’ll catch up with you.”

“Really? I don’t mind, seriously.”

“Honestly, I’m fine. I’ll see you in a sec.”

I heard them both leave, laughing at a joke one of them must have told. I looked at my face in the mirror one more time, opened the bathroom door, put my heels on, and walked to the party by myself.

Part 2

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x female!reader #angst #pining #Stark party #soft!natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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foreverindreamlandd · 3 years

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To Be Wanted - Part 5: Oh What a Night

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Plus Size!Reader

Summary: All your life you have wanted to be loved by someone. But when you don’t look like most “beautiful” women, you learn to stop wanting. You’d never expect someone like the amazing, kind, beautiful Bucky Barnes would desire someone like you.

WC: 3.7k

A/N: ........I’m sorry

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Text Message: Eli and Y/n

E:This is really fucked up, Y/n

Why won’t you talk to me? After everything we’ve been through?

You’re just gonna drop me like this?

At least show me some respect and fucking answer one message.

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“Ugh, I can’t wear this shirt. It shows off my stomach and I feel so fat.” Krissie pokes at her rock-hard abs peering through the white sequined crop top.

“Kris, you look amazing,” you reply, trying not to throttle her. “I literally do not know what you’re talking about.” You glance over at yourself in the full-length mirror in Krissie’s room and quickly look away, trying not to focus on how you look.

You had spent the rest of Thursday night and Friday afternoon digging through your closet to find the perfect outfit. Usually finding something to wear for a night out was already a miserable experience, but knowing that Bucky would be there, you felt even more anxious about looking as good as you could.

So, you pulled out the big guns and went for your best outfit. The one you only wore for the most special occasions.

Like, for instance, to try and impress a drop-dead gorgeous super soldier.

It’s a royal blue jumpsuit made out of crushed velvet. The top has short sleeves and a neckline that makes it look like you actually have cleavage (bless), and the bottom-half billows down at the calf, giving it the illusion of being a dress while also preventing chafing (again, bless). The mid-section is the part you were always most self-conscious about because it’s tight enough to show everyone what you have going on in that area, but also keeps everything held together in a way that doesn’t make you look pregnant like some other outfits did. You paired it with sparkly wedge-heels and simple jewelry, rocking some winged-eyeliner and a deep berry-red lipstick.

Wearing this outfit, you look good. You feel good.

But still, nothing can compete with your beautiful, petite, blonde best friend, who could wear a trash bag and still look amazing.

Everything about you is amazing. Bucky’s words from last night interrupt your regularly scheduled programming of internal self-loathing, and you smile to yourself.

There’s still a part of you that believes you had dreamt everything that had happened the night before. Bucky’s arms around you, telling you that he likes spending time with you, even after seeing all of the quirky, nerdy sides of you. And the way that he looked at you, like you were something to be treasured. Stephanie had been right, there’s something between the two of you that feels undeniably magnetic.

Is there a chance that things with Bucky are different? That he feels things stronger than friendship? You had tried your best to ignore those feelings yourself, but there’s no ignoring it now. You’ve fallen for Bucky big time, but if he only wants to be friends you would be okay with it, even though you want something more. So much more, and a rejection from him was going to be difficult to brush past. But he’s a genuinely good person and you aren’t going to throw your friendship away just because he, like everyone else, doesn’t see you that way.

You would work through it, because he’s worth it.

“How about this dress? Is it too much?” Krissie steps out of her closet in a gorgeous hot-pink bodycon sleeveless dress and nude heels. She looks like a real-life Barbie Doll.

“No,” you respond smiling, “You look freaking stunning, girl. I think we have a winner.”

Krissie looks at herself in the mirror and nods, smiling back at you. “I think you’re right.”

Krissie’s phone buzzes on her bed and she walks over to look at it. “Oh, shit,” she says, “That’s Elena. Her and Chris are heading to the subway now so we better get going. Are you ready?”

You look at yourself one last time in the mirror and force a smile. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Y/n, you look totally gorgeous!” Krissie says, standing next to you and resting her head on your shoulder. She opens up the camera on her phone and holds it in front of the two of you. “Let’s take some selfies super quickly and then head out.” You smile at the camera as she snaps a few photos. You hope they don’t look too bad and that your eyes are open.

You pull out your phone and shoot a quick text to Bucky.

Hey! We are heading to the subway and should get to Astro’s in like 20. See you then!

Text bubbles pop up immediately and Bucky responds.

See you soon :)

“Um, what is that smile all about?” Krissie asks.

You jump and look at her, instinctively turning the screen away from her. “Nothing! I invited a friend to join us so I was just texting him to let him know we were leaving.”

“Him? It’s a guy?!”

“A friend, Krissie. We met the other day and he’s….relatively new to the area and is looking to make more friends. I figured it would be nice to invite him out tonight. Hope that’s okay!”

“Is he cute?”

Your heart stops, and you force a smile. “He’s okay.” You love Krissie very much, but the memory of her spilling all the dirty details of her hookup with Eli and the pain that caused you makes you nervous to give any information on Bucky. And how ridiculously cute he is. Too cute to be attracted to someone like you. But Krissie? Krissie’s definitely more in Bucky’s wheelhouse.

“Well, I guess I’ll be the judge of that when I see him,” she winks at you and your stomach drops to the floor. “I hope his favorite color is pink.”

You laugh weakly. “Shall we get going?”

Krissie grabs her clutch and the two of you head to the subway. There, you find Elena and her boyfriend, Chris. At the next stop, your other friends, Nick, Olivia, and Shelby hop on and you all hug and greet one another.

Finally, you get off the subway and head down the five blocks to Astro’s. It’s a club that was the group’s favorite spot to hit up when you were in college. Cheap drinks, fun flashy lights, decent music and a cramped dancefloor that made it so that everyone was dancing on top of one another. You always went to be a good sport and sometimes had fun when it was a girl’s night out and no boys, but on nights when the girls were looking for a hookup, you ended up abandoned at the bar while they danced with their chosen partners for the evening.

This is probably the most excited you’ve been to go to Astro’s, and the reason for that is standing just ahead of you.

Bucky Barnes is currently looking down at his phone which gives you a moment to openly gape at how freaking good he looks. He’s wearing a black-long sleeve shirt that is just slightly too tight and shows off every muscle on his ripped body. You steal a glance at his butt which looks excellent in his black skinny jeans. Your brain’s having a hard time processing how incredible someone can look in what would be considered a very simple outfit. But nothing about Bucky is simple. Everything about him is, well, incredible.

His left hand is buried in his pocket, and you wonder if he’s wearing his glove or not.

“Who is that?” Krissie says to you, eyebrows raised and you wince. Here we go, you think.

Clearly Krissie isn’t quiet enough when she says that because Bucky immediately looks up in your direction and his eyes find you.

No one else would be able to notice it, but you catch Bucky’s mouth falling open ever so slightly.

Wow, Bucky thinks to himself.

In fact, it’s the only thing he can think for a moment looking at you. How can it not?

You look absolutely and overwhelmingly beautiful.

That shade of blue against your skin is breathtaking. The way it shapes your body is a whole other thing that gets Bucky to think of other things that makes his face feel warm. He wants to feel that velvet, feel you.

But the part of you that Bucky finds himself most drawn to are your lips. How amazing they look in that color. How perfect they look when you smile upon seeing him.

He finds himself wondering what they might taste like.

You furrow your brows at him in confusion and he realizes he has been staring in silence for a little too long. He blinks rapidly a couple of times to break himself out of the spell you put him in and smiles at you as you walk toward him.

“Hey, Buck,” you say, almost dreamily. Your eyes are glued to his.

“Hey, Y/n.”

“You look good.”

Bucky chuckles, looking you up and down. “You look,” he says softly, “....amazing.”

Your eyes widen and you blush, giving him a gentle shove to his left arm. “Bucky,” you say sheepishly.

Bucky’s smile widens. “Just being honest, doll.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met before,” a small blonde woman in a tiny pink dress walks up next to Y/n and smiles at Bucky. She extends her hand out to him. “I’m Krissie.”

Bucky catches your smile drop the tiniest bit, then takes Krissie’s hand and shakes it. “I’m Bucky,” he says.

“Bucky,” Krissie says. “Well, Bucky, I’m so glad you came out tonight for my birthday. You’re Y/n’s friend, right?”

Bucky looks back to you and only nods, unwilling to verbally accept that the two of you are just friends. “Thanks for letting me crash your plans for tonight. I appreciate it.”

“Oh, you can crash anytime,” Krissie says with a wink and you feel like your heart is about to rip open. You’ve known Krissie long enough to notice when she’s on the hunt for a new hookup, and Bucky has just become her number one target for the evening. She gives you a quick side hug and heads inside with the group. “Make sure to save me a dance, Bucky.” Bucky gives her a small smile and turns back to you.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“You okay?” Bucky asks.

You force yourself to keep your smile plastered to your face. “Yep! Totally fine. I mean, still not jazzed about spending the night in a stuffy room with drinks that taste as cheap as they cost, but I’m sure we’ll have fun.” Your smile falls as you give Bucky a more serious look. “How are you feeling?” you ask. “Are you anxious at all about being in such a loud, crowded place?”

The two of you have hardly spoken about Bucky’s past, but you knew some things about him being a POW and what he went through with Hydra. PTSD caused a wide variety of struggles, especially when it came to environments like this where every single stimuli was activated at once.

Bucky just shrugs. “A little,” he says. “But, to be honest, I’m always a little anxious. I actually feel slightly less so knowing that you’ll be there.”

The blush in your cheeks returns and so does your smile.

“You two coming or what?” Krissie yells at the entrance doors, waving at the two you to follow.

You sigh. “You ready?”

Bucky extends his arm out towards the entrance. “Lead the way, doll.”

You walk into the building and immediately feel the temperature rise by about 10 degrees and the place is already crowded with people, most of them getting up-close and personal on the dance floor.

Bucky can still see everything perfectly thanks to his heightened senses, but you have to narrow your eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness and flashing neon lights. You turn to face him and yell (the only way you can communicate in such a loud place) to ask if he wants to get a drink. He nods, and the two of you make your way to the bar.

One of the very few nice things about Astro’s is that very little has changed since you all started going there years back, including the staff. Since it’s Friday, your favorite bartender is working tonight. She gives you a big smile when she catches sight of you.

“Y/n!” She yells. “You look hot as hell, girl!”

You smile. “Thanks, Rhonda. How’s it going?”

“Oh, you know, same shit.” She raises her eyebrows over at Bucky. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Bucky. Bucky, meet Rhonda, the only one in this place who knows how to make a decent drink.”

“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” Bucky says politely.

“Ma’am,” Rhonda cackles. “I like you, buddy.” She looks back and forth between the two of you and winks. “How about a round of shots for such excellent manners?”

You look at Bucky and raise your eyebrows. “I’m down if you are.”

“As if I could turn down a free drink,” Bucky says smiling.

Rhonda has two tequila shots in front of you before you can even turn to accept the offer and is already headed down the bar to get Krissie and your friends settled with drinks.

Bucky pulls his left hand out of his pocket for the first time so that he can grab both drinks and hands one to you, revealing his gloveless metal hand. You smile.

“Day two of no glove, Buck? I’m loving the confidence.”

Bucky looks at his metal hand and smiles back up at you. “Like I said, doll, you make me less anxious about a lot of things.”

Your smile widens and you raise your glass. “Cheers to that, then.”

“Cheers to you,” Bucky says back.

The shot trailing down your throat isn’t the only cause of the warmth spreading through your chest.

You try your best not to make a face at the biting taste of tequila and fail miserably, shuddering as you squish your face in reaction to the bitterness of it.

Bucky laughs. “You really know how to handle your alcohol, sweetheart.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Sweetheart?”

Bucky frowns. “Too much?”

“No,” you respond quickly. Probably too quickly. “I mean, I don’t mind.”

The smile returns on Bucky’s face. “Good.”

“Alright, lovebirds,” Rhonda says, causing both you and Bucky to share the same sheepish gaze, taking a pause from ogling at one another, “What else can I get ya?”

You order your regular, gin and tonic, and Bucky gets a beer. He pulls out a 20 and hands it to Rhonda before you can even pull out your wallet. You try to fight him on it but then he winks at you and your brain becomes mush.

The two of you make your way over to the group, where Krissie is handing out shots to everyone. She walks over to you and Bucky and hands one to each of you. This time, Bucky does decline, saying something about how he rode his bike here and doesn’t want to go too crazy. To that, Krissie looks him dead in the eyes and shoots back his shot, not breaking eye contact as she licks the salt on her hand.

Bucky’s eyes widen and you grimace. The rest of the group cheers to Krissie, wishing her a happy birthday and takes their shots. You happily take the second shot so soon after your first, trying to quiet your brain that is currently spiraling thinking about the way Krissie was looking at Bucky.

Suddenly, your phone buzzes and you look down at it. It’s Eli, again.

Hey baby, you free tonight? I just wanna talk.

“Who’s that?” Krissie asks, trying to look at your phone. You lock your screen quickly so she can’t see anything.

You didn’t realize that Bucky had read it from the corner of his eye and was quietly panicking.

You grimace. “Eli.”

“Ohhhh Eli! How is he? You should invite him out!”

“Um, I think he’s busy tonight. Plus he and I don’t really talk much anymore.”

“Why not? You two were, like, best friends.”

You look at Bucky, who is pretending to be too busy staring ahead in the distance to care about what you and Krissie are discussing.

“Things change, Kris. Eli isn’t who I thought he was. Plus, he doesn’t need me now that he has Cassie.”

Krissie raises her eyebrows at you. “Y/n, you know he and Cassie broke up, right?”

You blink.

You blink again.

“What?”

Krissie nods. “Yeah, I guess everything was different when she returned from The Blip. He dumped her last week. She’s devastated.

All of the blood drains from your body. Bucky thinks you look like you’re about to pass out and almost puts his hand at the small of your back to keep you steady, but refrains from doing so.

Finally, you shake your head and laugh. “What an asshole,” you mutter so that no one can hear it. Well, other than Bucky.

“What?” Krissie asks.

“Nothing,” you say more loudly. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom.”

Krissie nods. You look to Bucky to find him gazing at you with concern in his eyes, and smile to try to ease his worry. You hand him your drink and head over to the bathroom.

First, though, you sneak to the back corner of the bar and ask Rhonda for another shot.

She gives you a look. “Bad night, babe?”

“You have no idea.”

She laughs. “Hopefully this will help. Usually it doesn’t, but I still hope it does.”

“Thanks, Rhonda.” You give her a weak smile before walking into the bathroom.

Bucky watches you leave for the bathroom for as long as he can until you disappear into a corner and he immediately becomes anxious.

Relax, Bucky, she is a grown adult who can handle herself.

Still, he doesn’t like the idea of you being alone in a place like this. Especially after seeing the way your demeanor changed once Krissie told you about this Eli guy. The same guy that had texted you last night.

Krissie places her hand on Bucky’s arm and he flinches slightly.

“Come on, Bucky,” she says, smiling at him in a way that makes him uncomfortable. “Let’s dance.” She pulls on his arm to lead him to the dance floor.

Bucky stands firm in his spot and looks back to where he last saw you. “Why don’t you go and I’ll wait for Y/n to get back.”

Krissie pouts. “Come onnn, Bucky,” she whines. “Y/n will be back, in like, a second. She knows this place and will be able to find us.” She grabs his hand and pulls harder. “Plus, it’s my birthday. You can’t say no to me.” She winks at him.

Bucky frowns, looking back one last time at the bathroom and then letting his body loosen up, stepping behind Krissie as she drags him over to dance.

It was a terrible mistake.

She’s on top of him in an instant, trying to grind her body on his and getting as much of her to touch as much of him as possible. Bucky keeps attempting to back away to put some distance between the two of them, but Krissie just keeps moving closer. He feels the urge to push her away with enough force for her to get the message without being rough, but he doesn’t want to be rude to your friend. He looks back over to the bathrooms, anxiously waiting for you to get back and rescue him.

The bathrooms here are as disgusting as you could imagine for a run down club such as this one. The smell is awful, every inch has been written or drawn on with marker, and each stall looks like it hasn’t been cleaned...ever.

You walk up to one of the sinks and lean your hands on either side of the porcelain, looking up and stare at yourself in the mirror just above.

You had expected yourself to feel some mixture of sadness and relief hearing the news about Eli and Cassie. Sad that her heart was broken and that they couldn't work it out. Relieved and possibly excited at the idea of Eli no longer being taken?

But no. Instead, all you feel is rage.

Rage that Eli put you through everything that he did, even though it apparently wasn’t what he wanted. That he had thrown away everything that the two of you had shared, just to be with someone he didn't actually want to be with. He had broken your heart in a million pieces just so he could break someone else’s.

Then, once the rage subsides, you do end up surprisingly feeling a sense of relief. Relief that you got out of that situation. That Eli was the one to end it. Because if he hadn’t, you probably would have still been with him.

Meaning he would have been here tonight instead of Bucky.

So even though the years of pain and heartache you experience after Eli left you broken were awful and at times unbearable, you were grateful that it had brought you to this moment. That it led you down a path that included Bucky.

You think back to the way he looked at you tonight outside Astro’s. You had never felt more beautiful in that moment. Eli had never looked at you like that.

Eli looked at you like you were the only girl in the room because you were the only one in the room. Bucky looked at you as if you were the only one he wanted to keeps his eyes on for the rest of his life.

Bucky wanted you.

You understand that now.

Smiling to yourself, you quickly wash your hands (because even touching just the sink in this place was disgusting), and run back out, eyes roaming the club for Bucky.

You stop short when you get to the edge of the dancefloor and your smile disappears.

Because your eyes finally land on Bucky, right as Krissie leans in to take his mouth into hers.

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minsyal · 3 years

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The Fugitive (Finding Home), Pt. 1

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Warnings: strong language, Resident Evil-esque violence and descriptions of gore, and dark/sexual themes

Summary: A once-in-a-lifetime trip turned dark. You're quickly exposed to the sinister and mysterious world of a cursed village under the control of dark leaders. How long will you last and will you ever return home in one piece?

Backpacking through Eastern Europe was not a top priority on your “to do” list. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Being one to preplan everything, you were completely caught off guard when your roommate sprung the idea of the trip out of the blue. You roommate, Jezebel Haine, was your first and only roommate from college onward. All legs, she was one of the stars of the track team but was most certainly not one of the brightest shining ones. She was considerably dim-witted, fanatical, and had a booming over-the-top personality that scared every potential boyfriend who had the disservice of meeting her. There were times, though, that she was rather endearing. Her childlike sense of self and emotional drivers consistently put her at a crossroads between what everyone else was doing and what she should be doing; she was, and always will be, a follower.

After four years of becoming “the bestest of friends,” you had a hard time imagining such a hard shift either into another roommate or living alone. Plus, her parents funded most everything she did and, in turn, funded the apartment the two of you shared.

“It’s an amazing opportunity!” She insisted, waving her hands in a simple manner as she rose from the condensed cushion of the leather-clad couch. “Think about it.” Gathering your hands in hers like a 20’s actress who had just met the man of her dreams, she pulled the bundle to her chest. “We frolic through the European countryside, it’s golden hour. My skin looks absolutely gorgeous… yours too, of course. The sun is just about to set, but alas!” She let out a dramatic gasp, removing one of her hands to cover her mouth. “It’s growing dark out!”

“That’s what happens when the sun sets.” You noted, causing her to drop the act for a moment only to immediately go back into character.

“We hear the crunching of leaves and twigs all around us as if something…” she drew close and lowered her voice to a whisper, “sinister is coming. Out of no where we’re ambushed! By what, I’m not sure. Then,” her eyes became glassy as she lay a delicate hand to her forehead, “two absolute studs… and I’m talking big bulging muscles, gorgeous trendy hair, captivating eyes… really everything a simple girl could ask for… seemingly drop from the sky! We’re saved!” She throws your hands into the air as if they’d fall like confetti. Drawing both her arms in, she sways back and forth in a waltz of one. “We’d be married by the next day! Hell, maybe we’d even end up as princesses.”

Oh, how utterly wrong she was.

“I told you this was a stupid idea.” You groaned, haughtily holding your chin up while feeling your spirits low. A few miles back, on an asphalt road that quickly turned to dirt, sat the dingy red rental truck with a blown out engine and a deflating tire. With no cell service and the last town being over 100 miles back, your only choice was to walk.

“Don’t blame me!” Jezebel stopped walking, feet falling flat to the ground as she stomped her foot in a childish manner. “I,” her lip quivered as all the anger held in her body dissipated, “I just wanted to have a fun time with you.” Big tears flowed from her eyes quickly after finishing her proclamation, leaving smearing black lines down her face from the eyeliner she insisted was necessary in the Romanian countryside. God, if her parents weren’t funding this trip, you’d throw a fit for your money back.

“Jess, just,” reaching backward, you fished a rag from your backpack, “don’t cry. That’s not going to make this better.” Sniffling, she accepted the rag and wiped her eyes, further smearing black all over her face. You couldn’t help but feel a shred of sympathy for her. “Let’s just keep going. No use in wasting daylight. I really don’t want to get caught out here in the dark.”

“Where are we supposed to go, then?”

“I’m sure the next town will have some sort of inn or hotel. At the very least, they’ll have directions to the nearest city.”

After another five miles of walking, the sun was beginning to set and no gorgeous studs were waiting to save you. The blazing yellow ball inched slowly beyond the horizon. Its warming rays that had kept the snow from freezing the two of you in the day crept down below the snow peaked mountains that were nestled in the distance. Shadows began dancing between the trees, sending the forest into a theater of silent performers. The dirt road that was once large enough for two cars was now only a walking path so slim that Jezebel had to follow on your heels. Every now and again you were reeled back by the piece of rope that she had attached to your backpack that was firmly gripped in her hand. She claimed it made her feel safer.

“You think those two hunks are going to come save us now?” You joked, attempting to make light of this dark situation.

“I wish.” She huffed, frustration evading her voice as exhaustion took center stage.

Flickering light caught your eye. Hues of yellow and red mingled together in the distance, the outlines of rooftops and smoke-filled chimneys littered the ground below. “I think that’s a village.”

Another mile of downhill travel was all it took to reach the place where the once distant flickering of torches and lanterns grew into the quiet streets of a cluttered settlement. There was no clear indication of movement once you stepped foot in the village; the only evidence of any life came in the form of fresh boot prints, livestock, and the ever-blazing lanterns. Jezebel was all to happy to release your makeshift leash from her fingers, trotting mindlessly by to examine the street corners and homes. Your eyes continued wandering up the rooftops, finally landing upon the eerie looming castle situated on the mountainside above.

From around the bend, you heard Jezebel screech.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You threw caution to the wind, quickly rounding the corner to scold her like a parent would to a misbehaving child. “You don’t know if these people are violent or not. We can’t just go parading ourselves into the town center.”

“I think they’re violent.” She mustered the shaky words. Her hands covered her eyes and the majority of her face as she backed away from whatever had caused her distress.

“What?” The unpleasant squelch of snow beneath your feet caused your attention to draw downward. Dark snow surrounded your boot, an unnatural red hue stained the pure white. Gaze moving upward, your chest restricted feeling as if it had crushed inward on itself. The putrid smell finally fell upon your nostrils as you backed away from the scene. Severed animal heads hung lazily above you, their tongues flopping from their opened mouths.

“I want to go home.” Jezebel sobbed, rasping her cries into her cupped hand. Shaking her head as if to knock this moment from her brain, her short-lived façade of curiosity gave way to her immediate feeling of impending dread.

“That’s what I’m trying to do right now, Jess. Just, calm down.”

A low grumble had you standing further on edge, if that was possible at this point. The sound was clear as day and was anything but human. You weren’t even sure a human could get to an octave so low without the help of technology. Eyes darting upward once more, a chill ran from your shoulders to your toes.

Hauntingly yellowed eyes lingered upon the two of you. The beast-like figure was silhouetted by the moonlight, outlined like a ghost. It looked to be a man, but also anything but a man in the same sense. Its mouth was parted, baring old rotted teeth that looked to have dried blood caked between its gums. Its hands were bloodied as well, small cuts were painted across its forearms only hidden by the rags that clung to its chest.

Before you could process the situation, Jezebel let out another yelp. In an instant, the beast lunged down from its perch, landing with a ground shaking thud nearly five feet before you. “No!” Jezebel’s open palm collided with the space between your shoulder blades as she pushed you toward the monster. The last thing you saw was her backpack falling to the ground as she began running toward one of the homes. You landed face-first in the snow, groaning as all the air in your lungs were forced out. The beast snarled, once again showing its teeth as it hunched down to your level. This was, most certainly, not the way you envisioned dying. Things like this weren’t supposed to exist; this is myth, this isn’t real. It all felt like bad dream gone worse that you couldn’t wake from.

“Pesky creatures, aren’t they?” A new voice called out as the horrendous sound of metal crushing bone and muscle slithered through your ears. The disgusting feeling of gore instantly trickled down your hands. “Please,” the voice continued, “feel free to thank me anytime.”

A moment later, the stranger let out a scoff with the squishy suction of whatever he had used to quiet the monster. The tap of a boot on your elbow finally prompted you to uncover your eyes. “Or don’t.”

“I,” you started, opening and closing your mouth multiple times unable to find the right words, “thank you.”

“Oh.” He tiled the stiff rim of his frayed hat back, exposing a pair of circular sunglasses perched upon his nose. “Foreigners, eh?”

“Yeah, um.” You gathered yourself, finally pushing up to stand on your feet. “We got lost.”

“And ended up here, no doubt.” A stifled chuckle left his lips as he tilted his hat back in place and swung whatever he used to kill the beast over his shoulder. “If I were you, I’d get the hell out of here.”

Without another word, the stranger sauntered off with a backward wave of his hand. “Oh, and have someone clean this mess up.”

“Y/n!” Jezebel’s shrill voice called as she returned with a rather confused villager. He held a shotgun with both of his hands, Jezebel shone a flashlight in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” The villager moved forward with extreme caution after peering around you dumbfoundedly seeing the crumpled body.

“I’m fine, no thanks to her.” You spat, anger swelling in your throat causing a particular acidity to your words.

“All of you! Inside this instant.” A matronly holler came from behind Jezebel and the villager. “You know Miranda’s protection only runs so far as we grow closer to this time.”

Who is Miranda and, more importantly, who was the man who saved you?

The home you were ushered into was on the outskirts of town. It was one of the larger estates given the fact that some people seemed to live in one-room shacks. Upon entering, you were greeted with the warm glow of yellow light trickling in from what looked to be a formal living room. The sweet aromas of honeyed tea wafted through the air, drawing further in as the woman led the three of you deeper into the home. What was worse? You pondered. Being killed by that beast or potentially being murdered by the inhabitants of this home? You couldn’t decide. Thus far, the two gave no indication of malice.

“Please, sit.” The woman pulled out two of the chairs at her table, the wood scratching against the floor. “I’ll fetch the tea.”

Jezebel was so brainless. She smiled at you as if she hadn’t just offered you up as a midnight snack. Surely there was no hamster running on that squeaky track that powered her.

“What was that thing?” You turned to the man who was now seated to your right. “The monster.”

The man ignored your question, instead grabbing a piece of rounded bread from the plate at the center of table. Slathering butter on it, he looked to you. “How’d you kill it?”

“I didn’t.” You frowned, recalling the mysterious man who saved your life without even dropping his name. The villager raised his brows and kicked his foot up on the table. He was waiting for more information. “Some man came out of nowhere. He had some hammer-like weapon.”

As soon as he processed the words, his foot fell from the table and he leaned forward, uncomfortably close. You could smell the distinguishable bite of alcohol percolate from his lips. “Did he wear glasses? A hat?”

“He did.” The words slowly drifted from your mouth. “Hair to about here.” You motioned to the halfway point of your neck.

“Adelina,” the man called, presumably to the woman who guided you inside. He got up quickly, rushing to the other room leaving you and Jezebel alone.

“What the hell is going on here?” You whispered in a harsh tone, leaning forward to get closer to her. “Is this not weird at all to you?”

“I think they’re nice people.” Jezebel responded at full volume without a second of thought.

“That’s coming from someone who tried to feed their supposed best friend to a monster.”

“I was buying us time to get help.”

“Help? I almost died!”

“But you didn’t.”

“When we get back to the U.S. I never want to speak to you again.” You seethed. How could she be this bad? You knew there were a few… a considerable amount of screws missing from Jezebel, but how in God’s green earth does she justify her actions at this point? The thought of it accompanied by her dazed and empty stare only fueled the fire of anger more.

“Dear,” the woman, who you now knew was Adelina, reentered the room accompanied by the man with a tray of cups and a kettle in her hands. She set a delicate china glass in front of you, softly filling it with a reddish colored liquid that she assured you was Celestial Seasonings, a tea imported from Africa. “I hear that you’ve met Lord Heisenberg.” Placing a hand over her heart, she gave a warm smile that only sent another wave of dread through your body. There was something so alluring about this woman, yet so sinister.

“Lord, who?”

Adelina stiffened, craning her neck to the side as she plastered a forced smile upon her lips once more. You had upset her, that much was obvious. “One of the four Lords that rule here alongside our dear Mother Miranda.” She explained, pushing the cup of tea closer to your body. Jezebel had already finished her first glass. Warily, you lifted the cup in your hand and allowed the warm water to heat your frozen body. An elongated finger pointed to the framed painting that hung to the wall. “Mother Miranda protects us here.”

Mother Miranda. You could only focus on the image of the woman silhouetted by six black wings and a halo outlining her head. Her eyes were indistinguishable behind the raven-like mask that clung to her face. Adorned in a black garb, she looked to be a holy figure in this town. But like Adelina, something just wasn’t right with Miranda.

The unsettling reverb of crickets and cicadas chirping grew louder and louder with each passing hour. You counted the seconds between waves of mass chorus; so far, it was roughly thirty seconds between each bleating scream of their nightly tune. You couldn’t sleep. Despite the somewhat comforting, but entirely unsettling welcome given by Adelina and Marion, you couldn’t help but feel like a caged animal in the tiny cupboard room they had given you. A curious thought tickled the back of your mind, willing you to remain as alert as possible after an exhausting day of hiking; where had they put Jezebel? Not that you particularly cared at this point. After the attack she had done a 180, dropping all suspicion of malice in this village. She simply flushed the pictures of hanging heads and wild beasts from her memory. You sometimes envied her lackadaisical memory accompanied by a fanatical view of the world. Living blissfully ignorant, especially in a situation like this, seemed to serve her best.

After a small dinner of fish that smelled of ammonia, of which you politely picked at, Adelina insisted the two of you stay the night. “The beasts will return!” She exclaimed, holding a firm hand over the intricately carved wood of the doorframe. “Early tomorrow we can arrange for a car to pick you up from the next town over.” Hushed murmurs climbing up from the cracked floors pulled you from your thought. The voices spoke in an incomprehensible argument.

“I’d quite like to keep...” the words faded in and out.

“No, no, no. Don’t be ridiculous...”

“What if....”

The floor spoke a soft squeak from beneath your feet as you shifted to get closer to the voices. Their conversation stopped, and you waited with bated breath for it to continue.

“We have to offer someone up tomorrow.” It was Adelina.

“I know, I know.” Marion sounded frustrated. “But you know Mother Miranda prefers only the purest. How are we supposed to know if either of them are-”?

The words faded once more as the two moved from room to room. Walking on the sides of your feet, you followed. Peeking around the corner, your eyes landed on Adelina and Marion illuminated by a flickering fire. They stood close to one another, keeping their tones low.

“Clearly, we offer the frumpy one. Take a look at her. There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s unexperienced.” Adelina snickered, taking a seat on the worn couch with her back to you. “She wouldn’t fit in here anyway.”

“The dumb one would get along nicely with our son.”

“I agree.”

A knock at the front door sent a shiver of adrenaline down your spine. Quickly scrambling to hide, you took in a deep breath as Marion passed by with his shotgun in hand. From the parted door, you could see the sun barely peeking over the horizon. Had it really been that long already?

“Are you sure she’s pure?” The new man stood in the doorway rushed past Marion, looking in the direction of the room they had put you in.

“I suppose we could check.” Adelina called, rising to join the others. “The both of them had that tea. They shouldn’t wake until the ceremony later today.”

“Is she in there?”

“Yes, the other one is upstairs.”

“Let’s check this one first.”

With heavy footsteps falling upon the rotting floorboards of the somewhat dilapidated home, you slunk further into the shadows of the room behind you. The glint of something metal caught your attention; a small handgun sat perfectly on a dresser as if set there intentionally for you to find. Holding your breath, you crept forward to it. You’d never shot a gun in your life, but you knew the basics... both hands, check for ammo, rack the slide, pull the trigger. At least, that’s what the movies told you.

“Out of bed so soon, are we?” The soft voice turned malevolent as Adelina appeared in the doorway of the room. “I wouldn’t use that if I were you.” She motioned to the gun that was aimed rather unskillfully for her chest.

“What the fuck is going on in this village?” You spoke with purpose now, tone wavering slightly as Marion stepped behind his wife.

“You don’t understand things around here, girl.” Adelina spat, moving aside as Marion began charging into the room. The loud blast of the gun echoed from the walls of the home followed by a harsh curse and the sound of a body crumpling to the floor. You had shot Marion in the leg; he’d live.

“No,” you started, re-racking the slide as Adelina’s other friend approached wielding a similar gun to your own. Adrenaline washed over your nervous system, your hands shook violently, but you attempted to remain composed. “You’re the one who doesn’t understand. This isn’t normal! Tell me what’s going on now or,” your eyes trailed down to Marion who was attempting to control the flow of blood from his wound.

“You wouldn’t.” She laughed bitterly.

“Like hell, I wouldn’t.” You exclaimed, training the gun onto her. “Now tell me, what’s happening here.”

“You’ll understand soon enough.” Adelina’s friend’s words were the last thing you heard before your ears rang and the sting of a bullet burnt white hot in your shoulder. You weren’t sure if your gun ever went off again.

Despite being tied, bathed, dressed, and currently sitting on a freezing alter-of-sorts, you still hadn’t the slightest clue as to what was going on. A crowd of villagers surrounded from the south, all carrying on with a rumble of conversation. Adelina shot daggers at you, Marion as well, from a small, inclined hill at the edge of the crowd. The clothes you wore were your own, she had fished through your backpack claiming that it was of no use to waste a nice dress on “someone like her.” Jezebel was likely still fast asleep at their house.

A woman with the likeness of the framed photo you had seen appeared out of nowhere. So, this was the famous Mother Miranda that everyone regarded so deeply. She stood before you as the crowd’s voices hushed and their eyes became hazed with looks of admiration and devoted appreciation. Surely, she was a human, deities and gods didn’t exist in a physical form, you assured yourself.

Without a word, Miranda moved gracefully as if flowing across the ground to stand before Adelina. Taking her face between her hands, she whispered what you assumed to be praise as Adelina’s lips moved rapidly thanking Miranda. She then moved to Marion and grazed her hand against the wound on his thigh, speaking of how his steadfast devotion would quickly heal any injuries of cruelty spread by evil. When her attention finally fell back to you, she frowned. Stalking around you in circles, Miranda’s imposing figure made you want to shrivel to nothingness.

“Thank you.” She turned to the villagers as if to dismiss them. “When the time comes, I will return for another.”

The black wings you had seen in the photo sprouted from her back, shielding your sight of the villagers as they retreated to their homes. Hopeful cries and shouted blessings to Miranda echoed from the crowd as the village gate slammed. The only evidence of them once populating this empty square were flowers and offerings of fruit and grain left for the supposed goddess.

The world swiftly darkened once more.

Part 2 - Paths Meet

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electronikmilk · 3 years

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Papa’s Punishment

alternative title: Accidentally Fucking Around and Finding Out

ive been working on this for so long and im sick of lookin at it

rating: explicit/nsfw

Copia x f reader

contains: dom copia, possible abuse of power, spanking, and pet play.

You had dozed, then awakened to find that you were still bound in Copia's ornate bed-chamber deep within the abbey walls.

No, he wasn't Copia anymore. He was Papa now. And you had to address him as such when he wore the paint. That was what he said when he had his Ghouls drag you into his chamber after you had called him the silly little nickname that the other sisters called him behind his back as a joke. Ratman. It was innocent enough since he was fond of the small rodents, or so you thought. Copia's face had grown dark as soon as you uttered it, and it frightened you enough to fall silent after a fit of giggles. Then he reached out and gripped your chin tight before leaning close to address you.

"Mm. Funny." He said in a way that sounded like he didn't find it funny at all and glared down at you, "It is bold of you to be disrespectful to your Papa when he wears the paint. And that is all I will be to you now. I'm not Copia, not Cardinal, and especially not Ratman. I am Papa, and I will not accept any other title, sister. Perhaps a little lesson is in order so you will remember this."

Before you could say anything, Copia snapped his fingers, and that was when his two Ghouls surrounded you, grabbed you by the arms, and marched down the halls with you in tow. Everyone within the corridors stopped and watched as the Ghouls dragged you along. Two sisters from the convent whispered to each other and turned their gazes away as if they might be taken away at any second too. They knew where you were going, and it was sure as hell somewhere they didn't want to be, for it was a place of great shame and mystery. You let your head drop in humiliation before your peers, not standing the way they saw you. It was a relief when you finally arrived at Copia's chamber and were taken inside. You said nothing to the Ghouls as they fastened leather cuffs around your ankles, then bound your hands over your head with silk rope.

"Sorry, sister," One of them had said. They removed the coif and veil of your habit, then pulled out the pins that held your hair in place so that it fell loose, "We're just following Papa's orders. I'm sure you understand."

All you gave them was a contemptuous look until they left.

You had struggled against your restraints until you eventually gave up, falling asleep despite your buttocks pushing against the hard stone wall behind you. How long had that been? There was no clock or window in the room, so it was hard for you to tell. Perhaps a few hours. Long enough for you to wake up with a sore neck, anyway. The room itself lay in shadow and unbroken stillness. You winced as you turned your head to look around the room. The only illumination offered to you was from a small antique lamp on an ink-stained writing desk in the corner. The dim light threw long uneven shadows on the high arched ceiling above. A king-sized bed sat against the wall opposite you with a canopy bed frame draped with black cloth. It made it look like a dark, cavernous mouth that was ready to swallow you whole. A tall mahogany bookshelf containing several taxidermied rats positioned in various poses stood near the door. You made a face at the furry ornaments. It was definitely Copia's room.

Your stomach growled, and the sound of it in the stillness of the room made it seem more like a lion's roar. How long Copia planned to keep you in here and what his intentions were, you didn't know for sure. You just hoped he wouldn't starve you. The thought sent a sudden jolt of panic through you; your mind flashed images of you left to rot in a cell in the abbey basement. You knew that the cells had been abandoned for centuries, just collecting dust and acting as storage for Yuletide decorations. But Copia had changed since he finally became Papa Emeritus IV. You had always thought him awkward as a Cardinal, sometimes even amusing in his antics, but he was always just that: awkward, no one to be scared of. It was a curious and abrupt transformation; He held his head high now, and his stride was no longer unsure or clumsy. When he wore the paint, he had an air of authority, of strength and pride no one knew he had. He wanted respect, and he demanded it among the clergy with an iron fist. Everyone was to address him as Papa only and woe unto anyone who didn't comply. At first, you had to admit his newfound confidence in his power was something to admire, covet even. That is until the sisters of the order were no longer safe from his wrath, then it became something to be feared. Copia had forgiven slips of the tongue and had given warnings that he said he would only offer once. If it happened again, however, there would be a severe punishment to follow.

Sister Claire was the first to be punished. Claire had always been hotheaded and often butted heads with her superiors for the sake of her own amusement. She had been no different with Copia two months ago. On your way to your weekly duty to clean the chapel, you stumbled upon Copia, two Nameless Ghouls, and Claire in the middle of the empty hall. You seemed to go unnoticed by all four. Curious, you slipped into one of the corridor's alcoves and peeked around the corner, as not to be seen. As you listened closely, you caught the tail end of a heated argument over the state of the abbey's gardens. Claire was on a tirade, ranting about how Copia's lack of dedication to employing a proper gardener made the grounds look like it was in shambles. She had addressed the new Papa as Cardinal several times, much to Copia's irritation. The former Cardinal stood back with folded arms and a frown while the hot-blooded sister babbled on about how this needed attention and how that needed fixing. She addressed him incorrectly the entire time. It amazed you how bullheaded Claire could be.

"Cara," Copia finally interrupted after Claire had called him Cardinal for the fifth time, his voice becoming stern. "I understand that you're upset, but I have made it more than clear that everyone within this church is to call me Papa. And frankly, I will not tolerate your blatant disregard for my rules."

"Don't you 'Cara' me!" Sister Claire shot back, " And I'll call you Papa when I'm damn well good and ready. But until then, I think I'll keep calling you Cardinal, Cardinal."

"Basta! Enough!" Copia shouted suddenly, grabbed Claire by the wrist, and dragged her behind him as he headed further down the hall, luckily away from your direction. "I have been patient with you, sister, with all of you. But no more!"

Claire resisted, trying to wrench from his grasp and yelling at him to let her go. Copia ignored this and tugged her along anyway. When she started cursing and slapping at him, Copia gestured for a Ghoul to take her about the waist and carry her. Claire shrieked like a banshee and kicked her legs in the air when she was lifted. Copia gave the Ghoul a sharp command for them to silence her, and the Ghoul clapped a hand over Claire's mouth, muffling the scream as they hauled her away. You watched the whole display in shock, unable to move or look away. When all four of them disappeared around a corner, you crept out from your hiding place on shaky legs. You quickly made your way to the chapel without encountering anyone else, and it was a relief to you. You tried to put what you saw out of your head, but as you tended to your regular duties, the sound of Claire's screams resonated in your head.

You didn't see Sister Claire again until late into the evening. She seemed no worse for wear, having neither a bruise nor scratch on her. But she was timid, quiet, and obedient, you noticed when Sister Imperator asked her to sweep and wash the floor, which she almost scurried to do. When the other sisters asked her where she had been, Claire just shook her head frantically. Her pretty face grew red, and a look of shame and fear that concerned you twisted her features.

"I can't tell you!" was all she said and nothing more.

It wasn't too long until other insubordinate sisters fell victim to Copia's fury. Each one disappeared into his chambers for hours at a time, and when they were set free, none of them spoke of what they went through. You could only speculate, and what you brewed up in your head terrified you. All manner of dark medieval tortures often raced by: pears of anguish, iron chairs, Spanish donkeys, breast rippers, and thumbscrews. You knew all of that was impossible, however. None of the other sisters had a mark on them when they returned; they barely even a hair out of place, so what kind of punishment was wicked enough to force them all into silence? Whatever it was, you tried so hard to avoid it. You never spoke out of turn, tended to your duties without complaint, you even baked a cake for Copia on his birthday. But despite all your effort, misfortune still befell you over a joke that wasn't even that funny. Your throat tightened as tears began to prickle behind your eyes, and you dreaded what kind of torment waited for you in this dark room.

You were almost lost in your contemplation of it all when you heard the heavy wooden door open. You saw the tall, lean figure of Copia enter the room and close the door behind him, a plate of food in one hand and a blood-red velvet bag in the other. He almost seemed like a specter, dressed in a figure-hugging black suit --the one that you said he looked handsome in to gain his favor. His face was bare of paint, save for his eyes. He had lined them with black, smudged eyeliner, making his mismatched gaze smoldering and intense.

He made his way to you with both items in hand. He stayed back a few feet, the velvet bag swinging slightly at his side. The faint aroma of roasted chicken found your nose, and the delectable smell of it made your mouth water. Copia gazed at you with narrow eyes, his expression unreadable. You lowered your eyes and sucked in a breath, petrified of what was to come. You waited for yelling, cursing, for the food to be thrown at you, anything, but Copia just muttered something under his breath, went to place the plate and bag on the bed, then returned to undo all your restraints. You stood there free with stiff, aching arms. You wanted to stretch them but didn't dare make any movement that Copia might disapprove of. You kept your eyes down, only bringing them up once to see Copia sit on the edge of the bed with the plate in his lap, then darting them back to the floor. You felt the subtle pressure of his gaze on you for what seemed like a long time.

"Come here." Copia finally broke the silence.

You obeyed and took a tentative step forward.

"No." He said sharply, making you freeze, "On your hands and knees. Crawl to me."

Your head jerked up, eyes wide in shocked disbelief. Your breathing hitched, and your heart started to hammer. You hesitated, and Copia frowned at you. He raised his gloved hands and slapped them together once, hard. It sounded like the cracking of a whip in the quiet. "Now, sister."

You let out a little yelp and dropped to your knees. You hurried as you crawled over to Copia, stopping just before his feet. He gave a hum of satisfaction.

"Ah, excellent. You're obedient. That is good, my dear. It will make your ordeal go more smoothly."

Ordeal. The word made you shudder.

"But first, you must be hungry, si? You've been waiting here a long time."

Your stomach let out another grumble. You said nothing. You kept your eyes fixed on the glossy leather of Copa's black shoes as your apprehension deepened. You didn't want to look up at him; all at once, he seemed large, mighty, and terrible, like he could crush you underneath those patent leather soles if he so desired. He could make you suffer, and no one would witness it. It was just you and Copia. You and Papa.

"Say 'yes, Papa' or 'no, Papa,'" Copia said. "And I'm sure I don't need to tell you to be respectful."

"I...I-" You stammered, then you swallowed hard, trying to compose yourself, "Yes, Papa."

"Good girl." He said. "Now, kneel up and look at me."

You did as commanded, and you realized as you looked up at him that you were crying. Through the blur of tears, you saw Copia's hand reach for your face. You flinched a little, then relaxed when you only felt the fingers wipe away your tears and smooth your hair back almost affectionately.

"Oh, come now. I have not been mean just yet, my dear. Don't cry." He soothed, "There will be plenty of time for that later, but if you're well behaved and do what I say, Papa will be gentle with you. Do you understand?"

You nodded, sniffling and letting Copia caress your face. It comforted you, if only a little bit.

"Answer me properly,"

"Yes, Papa. I understand." You said.

"Very good, very good," Copia said. He leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead before letting you eat the slices of succulent chicken breast on the plate with your hands. After you finished, he took a sprig of green grapes and fed them to you one at a time. He watched in obvious amusement when you spat the seeds into your hand and timidly discarded them onto the plate, careful of every move you made. When he got to the last three, he took one and held it up just out of your reach. He smiled when you blinked up at him, confused.

"Up, cara," He said, "Show me a trick."

You bit your lip, blushing, and again, you hesitated. You shook your head before you realized what a mistake it was. Immediately, Copia took the plate, set it aside, and then gathered you up to toss you over his lap so that your legs dangled over the floor. You gasped in surprise and fear when he flipped your skirt to expose your panties. When you felt the sting of his gloved hand spank you hard, you couldn't help but let out a cry. One great slap after another fell on your buttocks, sounding thunderous in your ears. You heard yourself taking in sharp gasps of pain with each strike. His hand seemed solid and heavy like a paddle as it spanked you, over and over, hitting you on the right cheek, then the left, and then covering your thighs with smacks while your ass stung and throbbed. You clenched your teeth to stifle your cries, and when you tried in vain to wiggle away, Copia held you in place and rewarded you with more vigorous blows, swift ones that whipped you like a strap. And soon, you realized you were becoming frantic, tears streaming down your cheeks. You tried to be still, but your body squirmed and writhed of its own accord. Now Copia worked only the backs of your thighs, where the punishing hand lingered and struck hard until you were sure that the flesh there was red and inflamed.

"Papa, please!" You finally wailed and broke into choking sobs.

The blows stopped. You didn't move. You just shut your eyes and wept as Copia's hand now moved along your buttocks languidly. He stroked your thighs as if to soothe them.

"Now, do you see why I ask you to do as I say?" Copia crooned, "I can be cruel, sister. Much more than this, I assure you. The other sisters know what I can do, especially Sister Claire. She knows the worst of it. Lucifer's name, she was like a devil herself, all teeth and claws until I tamed her. The other Papas have spoilt her and the others rotten. Not just the sisters, but the brothers, too, and the priests, the bishops. They all have little to no manners, no respect. So I have to take it upon myself to teach them."

You shook against his legs as he told you this. He rubbed little circles in the small of your back, then he squeezed your buttocks, sending a rush of sensation along your body that made you flush. You thought of poor Sister Claire and what she must have gone through that was enough to break her. Vivid images of whipping belts, heavy wooden paddles, and flesh crisscrossed with angry welts made your stomach sink, so you stopped.

'I have to be good.' You thought. It was better to surrender than suffer the same fate as the others, better to leave with your good reputation with Copia intact. After all, he said he would be gentle if you obeyed, and you decided you would. You hoped he would keep his word, and you let your body slacken in resignation.

"I like to play games with them." Copia continued, "I like to order them around the room, fetching whatever I throw for them because it pleases me or whatever else suits my mood. Sometimes I even strap them down and use the paddle. But I never hurt them, not severely. I happen to be a reasonable man, after all. Oh, but that would be too hard for you, wouldn't it? You're too sweet for the paddle, too soft. It's just a pity you disobey me, call me names. Do you think yourself too good to call me by my proper title, sister? Too good to follow my direction?" His hand tightened threateningly on your thigh, then you felt it leave your skin, and you were terrified he might spank you again.

"No, Papa," You said in a panicked whisper.

"Do I need to punish you like the others?"

"No, Papa. I'll be good, I promise."

"Yes," Copia sighed, his hand now playing with your hair instead of punishing you, "You will be perfect for me, won't you?"

"Yes, Papa."

"Good."

Copia pulled you back up and set you on the floor. You had stopped crying, though your lips still trembled. You knelt there and awaited his command. Again, he took a grape and held it up for you. This time you didn't hesitate to take it from his fingers with your mouth. He held the next one high enough to make you raise yourself up on your heels to get it. He then tossed the last grape into the air, over your head so that it bounced and rolled a few feet away when it hit the floor.

"Fetch, little puppy." He commanded, a smirk playing on his lips.

You obeyed shyly. When you crawled back and dropped it into Copia's open hand, he let out a hearty laugh.

"You're easy to train." He said and popped the fruit into your mouth, "Perhaps I should make you my little pet when we're finished here."

You didn't really want to eat it, but you did anyway, seeds and all. Copia beamed at you, his smile genuinely kind.

"Lovely, my dear." He whispered, his voice low and sweet. Then he gathered you in his arms once more and kissed you deeply. It sent a shock through you, settling into a knot in your stomach that made you shiver against your will. Copia kissed the smoothness of your forehead, kissed your soft hairline, your eyelids, and the tip of your nose. They were tender, gentle, like butterflies that brushed against your skin with their silky wings, and you lifted your head to receive them. He kissed your cheeks, then returned to your parted lips. You let out little sighs as he kissed you despite your fear, which now melted away a little bit as your body seemed to soften all over. Copia moved and rose to stand, pulling you up with him into his embrace. He pulled you closer to his body once you were steady on your feet; his kisses left your face to explore along your jaw and the line of your throat. His slim arms were surprisingly strong as they held you, and his lips were soft. They tickled against the sensitive skin of your neck as they trailed down. His hands started to roam your body, stroking your hips, groping at your ass and the backs of your thighs. It sent delightful shivers along your skin and down your spine. It made you feel weak, dissolving, aroused. Any fear you felt a minute ago faded into a haze of sudden lust. You couldn't stop yourself from throwing your arms around his neck and moaning. The action made the kisses harder, more fervent. When you felt Copia open his mouth to bite you here and there as if to taste you, you whimpered, and your body melted all the more. You felt your breasts against his chest, and you wanted to press them to him harder. You almost did when Copia pulled away, slipping out of your arms. The loss of sensation was nearly gutting.

You stood there dazed, swaying, and taking in uneven breaths. Copia's own breath came heavy and deep as he straightened his clothes to disengage himself. You could see his arousal through the tightness of his pants, and you bit your lip. If only your punishment could be just this, but you knew it wouldn't be. Copia appeared to be fighting to contain himself, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Once he was composed, he let out a quiet laugh. It was almost musical in its softness. Your body burned as you watched him, aroused but at the same time fearful of punishment. You would do anything to please him, to keep him gentle like this, so you waited.

"Pardon me, cara. You gave in much faster than I anticipated, and I almost lost myself." Copia said, catching you in his gaze again. His lips spread slowly into a grin when he observed you flushed with desire. "And still, you wait for my command. I admit I didn't quite expect you to be as obedient as you are, and I would reward you, but I want to play one of my games with you first."

Before you could protest, he took the velvet bag off the bed, opened it, and plunged his hand inside. He pulled out a spiked leather collar that looked like it was meant for a large dog. A black leash was affixed to it. You felt your breath leave you when Copia undid the collar and eyed you with a deliberate leer. You swallowed, then lifted your head so that Copia could fasten it onto you. He shook his head.

"Not yet." He said, "Take off your clothes."

Your face burned as you obeyed. You took a few steps back and hurried to shed your dress, slip, shoes, and stockings, but you hesitated yet again once you were in your bra and panties. You felt so naked already, so vulnerable. You didn't know if you could bear it to be completely nude. You tried to shield yourself by bringing your hands up and wringing them. It did little to conceal you. Seeing this, Copia approached and kissed your temple.

"You can keep them on. Now, my little puppy..." He buckled the collar to fit snuggly around your neck and left the leash dangling between your breasts. "You have been very, very good so far, apart from your little slip of decorum, but I want to see just how obedient you can be. You know a well-trained dog always follows its master's commands, yes?"

An icy prickle crawled up your spine, sending shivers through your arms and making your heart clench in your chest before hammering hard again.

"Yes, Papa..." You said as expected though uncertainty and fear laced your voice. Copia rubbed your shoulders, his hands firm and soothing at the same time. His touch made you feel almost woozy, dreamy even in your unease.

"I will make it simple: Tonight, you're my pet, sister, and I am your master. As your master, I will give you commands, and you will do them as perfectly as possible to please me. Do what I tell you, and you will be rewarded. Disobey, and you will be punished. Ah, don't be afraid; I don't think you will disappoint me much, but..." Then he pressed closer to you, leaning in close to your ear so that you felt his breath caress your skin, "I confess I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy spanking that plump bottom of yours." His hand slid down and grabbed your ass before giving it a playful swat. You blushed. You felt the arousal rise in your core again. It flooded in, threatened to sweep you away in its erotic current, and you lowered your head, overcome by shyness. Copia lifted your chin and shook his head at you again.

"No. None of that." He admonished, "I want you to keep your gaze up and your manner attentive. And don't hide your body. I have been fair enough to let you keep your underwear on. Now let me see you." He took both your wrists and forced them down to your sides, then prodded your shoulders so that you straightened your back. You stood erect and grew embarrassed now that your posture didn't hide you. Copia nodded in approval, "Yes, much better."

His eyes roamed up and down your body, taking every inch of you in. You wanted so desperately to cover your stomach, your chest, to tear off the collar. Of course, you didn't dare any of it. You couldn't imagine what he would do to you if you were foolish enough to disobey him again; you didn't even want to think about it.

For a moment, Copia seemed to be thinking, then he smiled. His eyes gleamed like gems in the lamplight. He took the leash and wrapped it around his hand a few times to make it short.

"Clasp your hands behind your back and keep them there. And open your legs wider." He said, then nudged your feet apart until they lined up with your shoulders. You kept your hands behind your back as commanded. It was worse than keeping your hands at your sides. This position arched your body a little more and forced your breasts out. You felt dreadfully exposed, and what was even more excruciating was having your legs apart. But what could you do other than what was commanded? Could Copia be so cruel as to punish you even if you threw yourself at his feet and begged for his mercy? You weren't sure, and you didn't want to risk it. He would have his way, and there was nothing you could do about it. Then you wondered, did you even mind? The pleasure that had built now ebbed away slightly, but it wasn't far from reaching you again. If Copia touched you, it would surely wash over you again. Part of you wanted to drench yourself in that pleasure, to swim and melt in it completely. A corner in your mind wished with all your might that Copia would let you; the rational part of you recoiled at your desire, it being so undignified and sudden. You tried to let your head drop a little, and immediately Copia pulled the leash up with a quick tug that snapped it back in position.

"I said to keep your head up," He said, his voice low, menacing. His hand didn't drop or loosen the leash, so your head remained up. "I will not tell you again, sister. Now be still and don't move until I tell you to."

Copia gazed down at you with such ferocity that you stood rigid and kept your lips pressed together tight. The new Papa was frightening looking but very handsome in the dim light that made his face angular, his eyes even more smoldering. You marvelled at him for a moment, then with a shock, you felt Copia's free hand on you. You felt his fingers trail down the side of your neck and down to your breasts. He grabbed at your right breast, cupping it as if to feel its weight, then kneaded it slowly until it sent shivers through you. His thumb brushed over your now hardening nipple through the material of your bra. He did the same with your left. He then imprisoned the nipple and squeezed it rhythmically between his fingers before reaching for the other to give it the same treatment. A rush of shameful pleasure shot through you and settled between your legs, making your sex grow warm as if it could also blush, and you held back a moan with great effort. Copia pulled on the leash, making you lean slightly closer to him.

"Kiss me," He whispered. As soon as he commanded, you moved to catch his lips in a deep kiss almost too quickly, still keeping your hands behind your back. Copia sucked at your mouth, then opened it with his tongue as his hand went between your open legs and, without warning, stroked your sex through your panties. You uttered a sharp cry against Copia's lips before you could stop yourself. Your body immediately acknowledged him with a twitch of your hips and a soft discharge of fluids while you struggled to swallow another moan. You squirmed, resisting the urge to close your legs with everything you had. Copia broke away from your lips to kiss your earlobe, then he nibbled at it as his hand continued to stroke you. His fingers moved in slow circles now, pressed harder until they found the sensitive mound of your clitoris through the moistening cloth. You gave a soft, open-mouthed gasp and your hips jerked forward in supplication. You wanted to grind yourself on his fingers, rock your hips for more, but the sheer gracelessness of it seemed too much for you. Besides, you weren't sure if it was something he would approve of or chastise, so you stayed as still as you could, your legs starting to shake under your weight. Copia pulled back and smiled at your flushing face, then pulled the crotch of your panties to the side and glided two of his gloved fingers along the delicate folds of your labia. The fingers teased at the moist lips and continued to massage your clit in more circles, even slower ones that drew out the sensation. Breathy moans spilled from your lips. The pleasure washed through you, mounting and mounting as he worked you. Beneath your ecstasy, you felt a twinge of embarrassment at how quickly you had become wet for him. It was forgotten in an instant once Copia slid a finger inside you, then a second. You shuddered and cried aloud. Your sex quivered at the sudden penetration, and your cry melted into a long, low moan. Copia kissed the corner of your mouth.

"That's it," Copia said softly, pulling his fingers out, then sliding them back in slowly. Then again and again. "Don't resist me. Be a good girl for your Papa."

Your hips moved forward at the sound of his voice. Once so frightening, but now smooth and rich as velvet. He was so close to you now, and for the first time, you could smell his cologne. It was warm, spicy, and delicious to you, almost intoxicating. Your eyes stared through heavy lids at Copia's lips. They were full yet strong, set into a faint smile that struck at a cord of desire in you that made the penetration even more pleasurable. You wanted to kiss and kiss those lips until you had your fill. You felt your sex start to throb, and you began to gasp, but before it became too much for you, Copia dropped the leash, withdrew his fingers, and pushed you back, that seductive little smile still there. You let out a disappointed moan that would have been humiliating had you done it to anyone else.

"That's enough for now," Copia said, "Get down on your knees."

Your mind whirled as you let yourself float down until you sat on your heels on the floor, your legs still slightly apart. Your thighs trembled under you, and your throbbing craved relief. You kept your hands behind your back. You feared that if you let them fall to your sides, you would lose control and throw yourself at Copia in desperation. The only thing you allowed yourself to do was writhe, clasping your hands as tight as possible. You felt the wetness of your sex between your legs, sticky, slick, and hot.

You let out a sigh, looking up at Copia, your lips parted, your body wanting more. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor.

"All fours." He ordered.

You fell onto your hands and knees. You arched your back, your buttocks lifted as if to be presented. Your body tingled in arousal at doing so, knowing that Copia could see you doing it. You wiggled your hips a little bit, and you were shocked at your own boldness.

'Fuck it, I don't care. I don't care.' You thought.

Copia stepped forward, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat.

"Good girl," He said, and he crouched down to take a closer look at you, "Does my little puppy want more?"

"Yes, Papa." You said softly, "Please."

"Then I think you should clean up the mess you made." Copia held up the hand that touched you. The gloved fingers were still glistening with your juices. He touched them to your lips, and you took them into your mouth without a thought. You sucked on them, letting your tongue swirl around the digits. The taste of leather and your own fluids mixed with your saliva, and when Copia pulled them away, you swallowed. The flavor lingered, both tantalizing and odd to you.

Copia stood and made an airy gesture to your bottom.

"Wag your hips for me." He said, and he laughed when he saw your face go red, "It's no use being shy now, sister. Unless you want me to take my belt off and make good use of it. You don't want that, do you?"

Your breath caught in your throat. You shook your head.

"That's what I thought. Now, put your face to the floor and swing those hips."

Your face flamed as you lowered it until you all but kissed the floor, your ass high up in the air. You churned your hips and hoped it was pleasing. You felt Copia take the leash from the floor and give it a quick tug.

"Faster. Arch your back more."

You lowered as you were told to do and arched your back almost uncomfortably, your cheek sealed to the floor. A groan escaped you at the touch of the cold stone on your chest. Then in utter submission, any sense of pride, if there was indeed any in the first place, left you, and you wagged your buttocks back and forth like an excited dog wagging its tail for its master. Above you, you heard the creak of the bedsprings as Copia sat. You felt another tug on the leash, and you lifted your head. Copia sat back on the bed with his legs spread apart, the bulge of his erection in full view. Your sex seemed to swell at the sight of it.

"You please me very well, sister," Copia said. He tugged on the leash again to bring you forward. "No more playing. Come here, let Papa reward you."

"Papa..." You whispered. You hurried to him on your hands and knees. You kissed the tops of his shoes on an impulse, then his ankles. Copia didn't protest, so you kissed his knees and dared to run your hands along his inner thighs and kiss them as well. His thighs were rather shapely and solid under his clothes, pleasant to touch. When your hand rubbed over his groin, Copia let out a soft moan. Encouraged, you leaned over and kissed the waist of his pants, still rubbing the bulging sex.

"Undo them." Copia's hand stroked your hair.

You didn't hesitate to undo the button and zipper of his pants. And now you were staring at his cock through his boxers, a small wet spot formed on the dark cloth. Again, you leaned down, placing a little kiss there, then you darted your tongue out and licked it. The hard cock twitched in its prison as if it asked to be free. You looked up at Copia with lustful, inquiring eyes, and you were delighted when he nodded at you.

"Yes, cara. You can touch it."

You pulled the elastic fabric down until his cock sprung free from its confinement. It stood tall and thick. A bead of clear fluid seeped from the tip, and you stared at it, surprised by its length and size. You took it in your hand, stroked it, felt its hardness and warmth. You couldn't help but wonder if the others knew Copia was quite well-endowed. You caressed the shaft up and down, tightening your hand every so often at the base of Copia's cock. Copia moaned as you did so, his head lolling back slightly. Your heart fluttered in your chest. It felt good to know that you gave him pleasure, that you pleased him enough to avoid his wrath and to even reward you. What an honor this must have been! A ripple of relaxation washed over you. You closed your eyes and took the tip of the cock into your mouth, suckling on it before taking it deeper in.

Copia gasped above you and bucked his hips. The action drove the shaft even deeper into your mouth, and you sucked on it hard, bobbing your head with a steady rhythm. It nudged the back of your throat, droplets of salty liquid mixed with the taste of his skin. Copia's thighs shivered, and his breath quickened. You moaned as you continued to push up and down on his cock until his hips started to shake.

"Fuck, sister," Copia grunted, "That's enough!"

He grabbed your hair and pulled your head away. He didn't pull you hard enough to hurt, but you still gasped once you felt the fingers grip your hair. When he released you, he motioned for you to stand. You obeyed.

"Take everything off and lay on the bed." He told you, almost breathless.

The collar was the first to go; you unbuckled it and threw it aside, happy to be rid of the awful thing. You unclasped your bra and let it slip from your shoulders. Though the air was cool on your now naked breasts, your nipples grew hot and erect. A sudden, inexplicable desire to entice Copa came to you as you lowered and stepped out of your panties.

'Do it.' Your lust-clouded mind ordered you, and you did.

When you straightened, you locked eyes with Copia as you ran your hands over your breasts, pushing them together and biting your lip. A dark look flickered across Copia's face, and he stood with a low growl. He snatched your upper arm and yanked you to him.

"You dare tease me in my own room after I've given you an order?" He hissed, then gave a wicked smile, "You must like being punished, sister. But we will save that for another time."

He turned to fling you down onto the bed. You fell back onto the mattress; the sheets and coverlet were soft and plush underneath you. You had little time to enjoy it before Copia descended on you with rough kisses, his hips grinding against yours, his cock prodding at your thigh. His hand grabbed and kneaded your breast hard. But you wanted him so badly that you scarcely noticed how tight his fingers dug into your flesh. He then gave it a cruel slap that drew a loud moan from you. It was an exciting mix of pain and pleasure, and you wanted more.

"Again." You pleaded. You arched your back to offer your chest to him, and you wrapped your legs around his hips. Copia rose from his kisses. It was his turn to lock eyes with you as he lifted his hand and struck you again, just a little bit harder than the first time. You whimpered and squirmed underneath him. Copia positioned and moved his hips so that the shaft of his cock rubbed along your slick pubic lips, grazing your sensitive, engorged clitoris. You strained against him, tried to rock your hips to feel more of that rigid member. Copia looked amused by your torment.

"Tell me what you want." He leaned down again and sucked at your nipples, bit at them playfully with his teeth. Your hands went to cradled his head to you, little sighs and moans leaving you unrestrained.

"Fuck me." You murmured into his hair.

As soon as the words left your mouth, Copia rose, brought his cock to your opening, then drove it into you in one fluid motion. You cried out. Your head fell back, and your body seemed to explode in pleasure. His cock was a thick, piercing thing inside you, bathing in your juices as he drew back and plunged into you. His thrusts were brutal, delivered in almost snapping motions that made the bedsprings creak under you. You heard yourself unleash loud, guttural moans with each solid thrust, wholly overcome by denied passion. Copia buried his face in your neck, his breath making the skin hot as he panted. The agonizing pleasure rose in your core, swelling, ready to erupt in a shower of sparks behind your skull, in your loins. Then all at once, your wet sex tightened around Copia and throbbed violently until you were all but screaming in ecstasy. You clutched Copia while the spasms rolled through you, and you let your legs spread wide, allowing Copia to slam into you unhindered until he also gave a small cry and shuddered above you. Hot, gushing fluid flowed into you and lay you back with your chest heaving in gasps.

Copia pulled out and collapsed beside you. You turned on your side to face him; his features were soft-looking, almost angelic in their exhaustion. His eyes drooped closed, his forehead glistened with sweat. You brushed his disheveled hair back, leaned close, and kissed his brow, tasting the saltiness on your lips before pulling away. Copia opened his eyes, gazed at you lovingly, then took you and cradled you to his chest. The fabric of his suit felt luxurious on your naked skin in the afterglow, and you snuggled close to it, sighing. You both stayed that way for a few minutes, with Copia threading his fingers through your hair. You yawned, and your eyes started to feel heavy.

"We can't fall asleep," Copia said, shaking you a bit to rouse you, "I've kept you here long enough, and the other sisters must be out of their minds with worry by now."

"Yes, Papa." You nodded, sat up, and winced a little. Your privates ached from their hard riding. You tried to hide it, only making a slight noise in your throat. It seemed you couldn't fool Copia, however. He also got up and rubbed your lower back, kissing your cheek.

"Was Papa too rough with you, cara?" He asked. You shook your head.

"No, Papa, I'll be fine. It'll pass." You reassured him.

"Alright, but I will have Cirrus check on you later tonight anyway," He patted your hip, "And what happened here must be a secret. You know this, right? Otherwise, I'd have to gag you and march you through the grounds. It's a little, eh, display, you could say, that I've come up with to officially demonstrate my authority to the others. I have yet to put it into practice, and It'd be unfortunate to have you be its first victim."

You bowed your head, not in fear, but again in reassurance.

"Yes, Papa. I won't tell anyone." You said obediently. You crawled out of bed and gathered your clothes. Copia zipped and buttoned up his pants, then stood as well and straightened his hair.

"Good. Now, get dressed and get back to the convent. Tell the Ghouls to run you a bath when you get there. Say it's my orders, and they'll do it."

"Okay." A bath sounded lovely to you as you redressed. If only Copia could join you...

"And sister," Copia's voice came low, playful. You turned, and you saw his eyes gleam at you. Your pulse quickened.

"Yes, Papa?" You asked.

"Don't forget that I said I would save your other punishment for next time." He winked at you, and your heart soared.

"I won't." You smiled.

"Good girl."

You bid him good night, then left his chamber, secretly hoping that that time would be soon.

#the band ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost bc #popia #copia x reader #copia x f reader #lee's writing #its 1:30 am and im screaming bc ive been working on this fic for months lmao

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lonelyyinchicago · 2 years

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tea for two

//cw: food, eating disorders//

sat on her bed in ginny’s bedroom, hermione twisted her tight curls into french plaits. stretching the hairband between her teeth and a forefinger, she finished the second one before moving to stand in front of the full length mirror.

she adjusted the right hand braid slightly, sliding a bobby pin in to flatten the small bump that had arisen. however her eyes quickly dropped down to her thighs, and she sighed.

it was the final day of the summer holidays, three weeks before her 17th birthday, and mrs weasley had organised a small garden party for her. the sun was streaming through a window at the back of the burrow, creating shadows as the rays hit the uneven wooden floor. a strong smell of baking had been spreading through the house throughout the day but it was now accompanied by the expectation of conversation and people and eating.

hermione clamped a hand over her mouth as she quickly crossed the room and shut the window. the smell of barbecue and alcohol were already hanging in the summer air and tears built up in the dark eyes.

she turned her attention back to the skirt ginny had lent her, which was white with small purple flowers scattered spaciously over the light material. it was very summery and would have been perfect for the occasion had she not felt so exposed in the thin material.

the skirt was short and hermione tugged at it anxiously. she stared blankly at her reflection, the few escaped tears having wreaked havoc on her makeup. she sighed as she ran a makeup wipe over both eyes before sitting down in front of the mirror to reapply the eyeliner. she sniffed suddenly and her head flew up when she heard a gentle knock at the door.

“who umm who is it?” hermione asked, her voice cracking slightly.

“just me” a familiar voice replied.

“you can come in.”

ron opened the door slowly and paused in the doorway as he scanned the room for his girlfriend. his eyes eventually landed on her sat on the floor and he ducked as he entered the room. he sat down next to her silently.

“bloody hell, it’s warm in here” he exclaimed, looking over at the closed window. “did you close the window?”

hermione completed her wing before carefully putting the pencil down and looking over at the boy who was staring at her curiously.

“mhmm” she mumbled, not quite making eye contact.

“why?”

the question was short but there was no anger in ron’s tone. the concern was clear and hermione found herself close to tears again. she shuffled across the floor towards him and ron immediately opened his arms to let her in.

by his side, hermione could see the way the material fitted around her body, and as she closed her eyes a couple of tears were squeezed out.

“hey” ron said softly, pulling away to look down at her properly, “what’s the matter?”

she held onto his wrist as his hand cupped her cheek and hermione shrugged weakly. she brought her knees up towards her chest, drawing into herself.

“do you want to go get something to eat?”

hermione’s eyes widened at the suggestion and she shook her head emphatically.

“have you eaten at all today?” ron asked carefully.

hermione quickly nodded but stopped as ron raised an eyebrow.

“okay no but i’ve had water an-”

“why not?” ron asked, cutting her off.

hermione shrugged loosely as ron’s arm around her tightened.

“don’t do this to yourself; you look amazing” ron whispered quietly. “please listen to me.”

hermione tilted her head in his direction and looked up at him. his eyebrows were drawn together in concern but his eyes were soft and imploring.

“i-i don’t mean to” she began, “but i don’t want you to go becau-”

“go?” ron questioned. “i’m not going anywhere, okay? i’m going to stay here with you and you’re going to stay here with me too” he said, pulling her closer into his body.

“don’t hug me or i’ll cry and i’ve already redone my makeup once” she told him with a small smile.

ron planted a soft kiss on the top of her head between the plaits before standing up, pulling hermione with him.

“if you don’t want to go downstairs, will you eat tea with me up here?”

hermione nodded, and watched him leave before sitting back down on her bed. she knelt on her mattress, looking down into the garden. she could see bill and hagrid deep in conversation by the beer fridge - undoubtedly talking about dragons. a table had been a set up on the grass and was now running the length of the garden. percy was despairing as he tried to set the table but the twins kept charming the cutlery to run across the tablecloth and ginny and harry were nowhere to be seen - that was probably intentional though, hermione thought to herself.

mr weasley was manning the barbecue although mrs weasley was at his elbow, pointing and questioning everything he did. hermione heard the familiar creak of the weasley’s backdoor and turned to see ron entering the garden. he was carrying a single plate and her looks instantly pulled back from the window, hiding from view.

“is she okay?” mrs weasley asked as ron took a couple of sausages straight from the barbecue.

ron nodded, the amount of food on the plate growing. he balanced it on the fingers of his right hand before carrying a bottle of ketchup and a glass of water in the other.

hermione sat up straight when she the door reopened. she stared blankly at the plate as ron put it down between them as he also sat on the bed.

“can i have this?” hermione asked, tentatively reaching for the hotdog.

ron nodded, before picking up the fork he’d brought and repeatedly stabbing a carrot stick. he quickly gave up and picked it up with his fingers.

“it matches your hair” hermione noted with a slight giggle.

“it looks nothing like my hair; my hair has different shades and this is just bright orange” ron corrected her, holding the carrot up to his head to highlight the comparison.

“okay then” hermione conceded with a smile.

she picked up her own carrot stick and quickly hit ron’s. it slipped from his fingers and landed on the duvet.

“hey!”

“they’re like lightsabers” hermione said. “see?”

she wafted it again and ron joined in, creating very accurate sound effects. hermione shook her head when ron held up the plate offering her the final carrot stick.

“thank you” she said as he made his way up the bed towards her.

they both leant back against the headboard and ron’s arm fell easily around her shoulders. she let her eyes close as her head hit his chest.

“i love you” she mumbled quietly into the material of her boyfriend’s shirt.

“i love me too.”

hermione paused for a moment as she realised what ron had said. her head immediately left his chest as she stared at him.

“i’m joking, of course i love you.”

#harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #romione #ron x hermione #hermione x ron #the burrow #golden trio era

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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Super excited for this event! Congratulations on 1k 🎉🎉 If it’s still available, could I get Fluff #2 with sweet bby Kirishima??

“i’d do anything for you”

pairing: eijiro kirishima x female reader

cw: fluff, language, kissing mwah, reader being a dumb unaware brat

word count: 1900+

a/n: umm i don’t think this is that good, i feel like it could be better but i have no capability of making it better whoops

summary: in which kirishima helps you throughout the day and you finally ask him why he’s always so nice to you, gaining a response you’d never had expected

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Kirishima was always so soft with you, opening doors and holding your books whenever he saw you. But nobody would ever think he had ulterior motives; he was like this with every girl he met. Wrong. There was always a reason behind this, the way his fingers would skim your back as you entered the room or the way he’s able to clasp your fingers for a short moment as he helped you with your books.

But who would think any of this would be a reason for his crush, who would assume he wasn’t just living up to his manly expectation of helping girls in general. You did, you saw past it all, saw the way he’d tense up as you entered, saw the way that his eyes roamed your body as he hid it with your tie being crooked. You always watched his actions and motions, the difference in tone and gestures with other girls, the way Ururaka once tripped on her shoelace and even though he was the closest person next to her. He was the last to come and see she was okay, how when you had nearly fallen over Mina’s bag on the way to the kitchen. He would come from the other end of the room to catch your fall.

Kirishima had ulterior motives and you were going to find out the reason for it.

Maybe it was stupid to go all detective, maybe he was just genuinely unaware that Ururaka had fell. But in the back of your mind you knew there was another reason, was he the traitor trying to get closer to you. Was he trying to use you to turn on the heroes, there was no other way to find out but spend your Saturday with the dyed haired boy.

“Kiri come get the supplies with me for the festival today.” You giddily spoke at breakfast, the way he dropped his spoon into his cereal as milk splashed to the sides, his mouth agape at your words. “Kirishima?”

“Huh, yeah…yes I..I’d love to go out with you today.” His toothy grin was evident as you happily smiled at the boy, he was too eager as if he was the one who had already planned this out.

He continued eating as he met your eye a couple times, handing you some water afterwards as he gave another smile. “Where do you need to go?”

“I was thinking about that craft shop half an hour away and then some lunch, it’ll be fun.” He nodded without even a question as you both left your separate ways. Your eyes fixated on him as the elevator doors closed, he was too eager, you knew it, there was no other reason for him to want to spend a whole day with you if it weren’t for your quirk.

You quickly changed clothes as you went back down the elevator, waiting for Kirishima to come from his room. You needed a plan of action; you wanted this day to be quick but as soon as you saw him walk through the elevator all cheerly. You felt a different emotion, a new feeling as his hair had become spiked up, his hoodie covering him as his hands still rough and calloused where put out for you to take.

“Y/n.” His hand was still out as you stared at it before you shook your head gaining some ability to speak.

You took it feeling a surge of electricity which you hadn’t felt ever in your life, was this from him, was he doing this to you. “Sorry…”

He didn’t question it already dragging you outside, “I heard from Denki that there’s this amazing Chinese restaurant, I know you love dumplings.”

Your eyes widened at his memory, he remembered something as trivial as that. There was no motive in remembering something like that, so why had he remembered it. “That sounds fun, we’ll be carrying a shit ton of stuff with us.”

“I’ll be carrying it, can’t have a pretty girl carrying crap.” He looked at how you squeezed his hand, the way your breath became quicker in a matter of seconds, you truly had no idea what the hell was going on.

The mid-autumn weather makes you feel excruciatingly hot for some reason, walking alongside the pavement, hand in hand like a couple would. That wasn’t the aim of this, your aim was to find out why Kirishima was so nice to you, nicer than he was to any other girl. Maybe you were unaware, maybe your mind had been put on the hero course and studying and becoming a hero that new feelings had always just been swept away.

But at the tense look Kirishima gave to you as the long half an hour walk occurred. He spoke about his day about how he planned to visit his parents tomorrow, normal, he was normal. “What about you?”

“Mina asked me if I could help her change her hero costume, she was more excited about it.” You mocked knowing that excitement was an under exaggeration.

He chuckled lightly as the stroll through the city became more comfortable, “aww you gonna be her model.”

“Haha you wish, she likes my costume and wants my input.” You say not looking at him, he had tried to make eye contact, but you had been unable to due to fear or another emotion you could not put your finger on.

He came closer as your arms were now brushing beside one another, “your costume is pretty.”

“Really?”

He nods as you both finally see the doors of the craft store, “yeah…” he scratches the back of his head, “ever since I first saw you in it I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.”

It was cliché but the way he spoke it out with such love for you and all you could see; all you could think was how he had noticed you from the beginning. The unknown emotion ran through you as you finally spoke, “let’s go inside.”

You didn’t say anything else letting go of his hands as you looked at the list Midoriya had written up for the festival. “You take half and I’ll take the other half.” You ripped the paper in two, passing him the paper before leaving him.

Kirishima would never understand what went through your head, he walked towards the other end. Thinking about the day, how your actions never showed your clear true feelings, how you held his hand but at the sign of him flirting you got quiet. He didn’t understand you and it made him grow even more impatient, having spoken to Bakugo about his feelings and being called a dumbass for keeping it all inside. He had to confess; it was his only option.

Scouring through the rest of the list, the ability to easily find everything seemed trivial. Kirishima started to wonder where you had gotten off too, having not seen you at all and both having plenty to get.

You hadn’t bothered thinking about Kirishima as you grabbed the stuff needed, finding yourself on the last item. You were looking at the different glitter pens that Mina had wanted to use on the class's faces, you flicked through the different colours before feeling a figure behind you.

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be on your own.” You rolled your eyes as you turned to see a man you didn’t recognise, probably some worthless guy who thought hitting on girls would actually get him a girlfriend.

“I’m not.” You mutter as much as you didn’t quite understand Kirishima’s motives; you always had him to back you up if something occurred.

The man looked down putting his finger out to touch your cheek, you grabbed his wrist before he could try anything. “You got a strong grip for a girl, I bet you’d be good in bed.” You didn’t bother with the comment but could see the redhead in your eyeline.

You wanted to test something out, see if he’d comply with his motives, not activating your quirk. You loosened your grip on the man’s wrist as he brought his other hand to grab your throat. He wasn’t some quirk less human; he had a quirk you could sense it but as he licked him up about to put his slobbering lips on you. You heard Kirishima shout out dropping the items and charging to you both.

It wasn’t a shout you could even process as you felt the man get punched to the other end of the aisle, the way his eyes went down in one punch by Kirishima’s hardened arm. He looked down at you instantly grabbing you as he looked at you in confusion, “you could’ve protected yourself.”

He always had faith in you, always knew that you could protect yourself. So what had changed, “why?”

It was a cry as he stared at your body on the ground, other store members having seen the scene calling the police over the incident. Kirishima knowing you both would have to get out of the store, leaving the stuff he took you up. Feeling your body against him as you walked out with him you were mumble crap he could barely understand.

“Y/n what happened?” He placed you on a bench as you looked up at the bright sky, the clear blue sky with nothing coming down towards you, no clouds or birds. Nothing, “Y/n.”

“Why do you treat me differently?” He couldn’t comprehend the question, the way he took a seat beside you as his arm rested behind your neck.

He turned to meet your eyes as he stared at your body, the way you stared up at the sky as if that was the only enticing thing you could see. “I don’t und…”

“You…you treat me differently, I know what you do, I see it you don’t act like this with any other girl and if…” You trailed off as you finally moved to face him, “and if you’re the traitor then just kill me now.”

“Trai…Y/n I’m not the traitor…” He paused as he spoke comfort to you, “…I’d do anything for you.”

You scowled back as you became frustrated, “Why? I mean nothing to you.”

“I’m fucking in love with you.” Your eyes widen as your stupidity and realisation came through. The feeling you couldn’t comprehend, couldn’t understand, believing it to be fear when in reality it was love. “I shouldn’t have said that”

You saw him turn away but grabbing his hoodie as you pulled him closer to your body, you stared at him, looked down at his lips as you closed your eyes. “I’m sorry…”

Trailing off you leaned forwards as he copied you, lips finally meeting together. You understood the love you had for him, that the emotion you had been so worried about was something else unknown. Maybe being in the hero course had made you see the worst in people, believe that nobody could ever love you. But here you were with his hands on the back of your neck, kissing you with such passion as your hands remained on his chest.

Heavy breathes as you finally ended the kiss, the way his eyes stared into your own. His hand moved to your cheek as he looked at you softly, “I love you Eijiro.”

It was barely a whisper, but he caught it, eyes widening as he gave you another much slower kiss, filled with love of the future ahead. You finally understood the motives of Kirishima’s kindness, it wasn’t out of malice it was of wanting to have you call him yours forever.

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londonskies · 3 years

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DON’T SAY THE S WORD!!

https://images.app.goo.gl/JKKNVtwZNGAVVwzB9

In which Corpse has a secret girlfriend and his insomnia is driving them both up the wall, putting precious Sykkuno in danger because he said the word “Sleep”.

Hi! This is just a once in a blue moon, feel good, fluff fic cause I have commitment issues on my writing lol.

Yes, my writing style is long winded, I’m really sorry, but I hope you enjoy it!

credits to u/balderdash_lee on reddit

Corpse had not slept for close to 50 hours by the time that they had started their latest month prior pre-planned plasmophobia session with Rae, Sykkunno and Toast, but it was like he was hyped up on sugar for the last hour or so and Y/n was really beginning to get worried.

This was a tattletale sign of the huge crash her boyfriend was about to go through, and yet the stubborn man just would not step away from his computer.

She had tried everything, from luring him with pizza (to which he had snatched a few slices and had just retreated to his gaming room once more) to telling him that there was a fire in the kitchen (to which he replied was virtually impossible given how meticulous Y/n was in the kitchen) to faking an injury (which corpse called bullshit on without even looking at her).

It was getting really frustrating and she knew for a fact that the longer her boyfriend was going to wait this out, the worse he was going to feel.

And the worse he was going to act.

He would never hurt anyone, ever. The man was the definition of a soft boi beyond his brain meltingly amazing voice. But when he was beyond bone dead tired like he was right now, he had the tendency to act mean, and the only person who had the capability of calming him down in the middle of the pandemic was Y/n, and she would have to hijack his stream.

The stream that was filled with hundreds of thousands of people who didn’t even know that their precious Corpse was in a relationship with anyone.

Would she have the chance to mute him before he went on his tired, angry, borderline crazy monologue? She would try, but probably not.

Y/n had to bring out the big guns.

Rae and Toast were pretty easy people to conspire with and were almost always down to do pranks and other shit that Y/n came up with, and always, always down to do whatever it took to get Corpse to take care of himself.

Sykkuno though, bless him, the cutest, most clueless person Y/n had ever met.

He was always very concerned for Corpse’s health but was the worst at going incognito. So Rae and Toast were the ones who used their code word (lights out) and had always been the ones who had the role of making sure Sykkuno knew what to do.

“Aaaaaaaaaaanddd, lights out baby!” Rae screamed as she made her way past Sykkuno at the entrance of the house they were in at the moment, but Sykkuno, the precious little boy that he is, just watched Rae with a bewildered face, getting even more confused when Toast made his way past him as well, whispering “Lights out.” and moving back to the truck in the game.

From inside, Corpse’s character was busy laughing at a joke he made about a picture in the wall and had not noticed the other two missing. He did notice though, when Sykkuno appeared near him to ask him what was up before convulsing and dropping to the floor.

Corpse’s laugh was noticeably more manic now, getting a lot more high pitched and erratic. For a second, Sykkuno laughed with him, then when Corpse’s went on for too long, suddenly looked confused on his stream, turning to face the general vicinity he Corpse’s character was.

So he spoke through their always open discord chat. “Uhh, Corpse? You okay there buddy?”

The stubborn man just kept laughing, Y/n increasingly getting concerned as she watched all 4 player’s streams on different devices one room over. Rae and Toast were chatting about the pills in the truck, so as to not alarm Corpse of the lowkey distraction they were doing to finish the game easy (aka getting at least 3 of them killed), and then giving excuses to stop streaming and giving Y/n a chance to haul his ass to bed.

Sykkuno on the other hand, was now (against all plans spoken about prior) continuing to talk to Corpse.

“Corpse?” the timid man spoke once more, finally reaching the ever more manic Corpse.

All of a sudden, an eerie silence fell around the two of them, settling for a few seconds before getting filled by a flat “Yea?” from Corpse.

Y/n could almost hear the sentence that Sy would reply to that, and at that moment, she knew, they were fucked.

With a quick “Fuckin shite” to both Rae and Toast’s chat, Y/n bounded over to Corpse’s office, hearing tail end of the question that was about to make Corpse’s brain go kaboom.

“You sound tired man, maybe you should sleep for a bit?”

She knew he only meant good. Sykkuno was just one of those guys that would never want to hurt anyone. She knew it, Corpse knew it, everyone knew it.

But her secret boyfriend was sleep deprived and going batshit crazy because of it, and currently, his trigger word was the word Sleep.

Y/n would give poor Sy a viking funeral if she can’t stop this.

“I am not tire-” Corpse was pretty intimidating when he wanted to be, and I knew that that low voice of his would scare every single hitman in a 1000 mile radius when used in a booming, angry way. And the way his voice was escalating was sure to end in said booming, angry way.

Y/n sprinted into his recording room, only partially wincing at the horridly loud bang the door made when she wrenched it open to fling herself at her boyfriend. The world seemed to slow as she soared through the air, uncaring if she knocked things out of the way.

Gotta make sure their baby Sy would never be at that end of Corpse’s fury.

She partially landed on his lap, torso hanging off the side. It hurt as her ribs made contact on the armrest of his computer chair, but it stopped his tirade with a surprised “Ooof!” and knocked him away from his PC.

“Honey!! Don’t yell at Sy!”

“Y/n???”

Oh shit.

Of course Sykkuno had to yell out her name during a stream. She had bet Toast 200 dollars that Sy would be the one to drop her name, and it was high time she cashed in.

Y/n fixed herself on Corpse’s lap, shoving his headphones off of him and forcing him into a hug. Of course he protested, but eventually relaxed in her grip, muttering about how his eyes and wrists hurt now but he promised to play with the OTV peeps and his insomnia hit him too hard these past few days.

“Baby,” he whispered hoarsely, his grip tightening on her as well. It only took a moment for Y/n to realize that her boyfriend was shaking, trying not to fall apart. “It hurts.”

She ran her fingers through his hair, putting a kiss on the top of his head as he relaxed even more. They had to move to a more comfortable space soon or else Corpse would fall asleep here and she would have to move him (which at 5 feet, is not very easy.) but he was relaxing and Y/n couldn’t make herself distract him from that.

“I know babe, it’s okay. We’ll breathe through it. You can do it, I know you can.” Corpse would never fess up to crying, but the growing patch of tears on her sweater was evidence of the amount of pain that he was experiencing.

His dedication was amazing, but a lot of the time he sacrificed his health for it. So as much as she didn’t want to hold him back, sometimes she really just had to step in and meddle to save him from himself.

They stayed like that for a while, Y/n occasionally having to coach him through his breathing, but overall, they were doing fine.

Y/n smiled into his hair when he finally stopped shaking. “That’s it babe, you’re doing amazing.” she whispered, moving to get off his lap. She wasn’t the lightest person despite her shortness, her curves never letting her be skinny, so she was sure that her sitting on his lap was making his legs go numb. Corpse, on the other hand, only held on tighter, basically turning into a koala at this point.

“Corpse, Honey, your legs are gonna go numb, babe.” she giggled. She tried to put him at arm’s length, but her apparently octopus boyfriend had planned to never let her go.

“No.” he mumbled, pressing his face ever tighter into her sweater, making her giggle, in turn, making him smile.

Eventually, he detached his face from her sweater and peeked up at his girlfriend, the visual of his tousled hair, pout, one sparkling eye and the other now only partially covered by his falling eyepatch, but both with smudged eyeliner and mirth, made her melt. “Don’t go, please?” Y/n giggled at him. “I’m not gonna leave babe, I just gotta get off your lap before I make your legs undergo hypoxia.”

“I’d let them cut off my legs if it meant having you here forever.” if she hadn’t already fallen in love with this man, she would say that this was the moment that she fell in love with him. But falling in love with him over and over again was probably something that she would never stop doing, even if Corpse ever decided to not love her back one day.

They were jolted out of their happy little bubble when they heard a loud screech coming from his headphones making a sound more akin to blasting speakers than headphones, which had apparently fallen just beside them on the table instead of the floor like Y/n anticipated. “STOP YOUR LOVING AND GO TO SLEEP CORPSE!” Rae screeched, making the both of them laugh out loud, but one look at his screen stopped them at their tracks.

Corpse was miraculously still alive in game, Rae’s character moving back and forth in front of his.

Rae… was streaming, right?

Oh shit numero dos.

One look at the chat showed that they had just outed themselves. The sappy couple making everyone watching go absolutely bonkers at the chat.

“WHO IS THAT?” -ijustlovemakingsounds

“HONEY???? BABE?????” - corpseybae

“WHAT IS HAPPENING??” -randomuser

“IS CORPSE OKAY?” -ShinigamiEyes

“CORPSE??” -corpsekkuno28

“BABY?????” -honestlywtf

“HE’S SO SWEET OMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!” -cutiepiecorpsey

“WAIT WAIT WAIT IS HE OKAY????” -omgilovehim

“WHO THE HECK??” -wifeyyyycorpse

Both parties were staring wide eyed at the screens. Even with slow mode on, the chat was going a hundred miles per hour and all they were seeing were screaming chats in all caps zooming up.

For a second Y/n just kept staring quietly, and then the first giggle escaped her and soon, both of them were a giggling pile of sweaters and limbs on Corpse’s computer chair, not even trying to stop their antics. Rae screamed another “YOU’RE BOTH CUTE AND WE ALL KNOW IT STOP AND SLEEP!!”

The laughter seemed endless.

It was the sound of Y/n’s phone ringing from the other room that finally got her up from the warm confines of Corpse’s lap. But before she left, she was going to make sure that Corpse was not just going to continue streaming in her absence.

“Sooo….” Y/n turned them over so that she was facing the screen and not him, talking directly into the mic as she scrambled for the headphones she had shoved off of his head. “Yes Corpse Husband has a Corpse wife and she’s now taking him back to their coffins because the hubby is a stubborn piece of shit and has not slept in more than 50 hours.”

The casual information drop made the chat go even crazier, people now freaking out about her, trying to find out who she was, what she did, when and where they met, stuff like that. “I’ll see what I can do to answer your questions, you simps. But I gotta knock him out for now, and I promise you won’t be left hanging.”

She felt him wrap his arms around her waist once more, feeling him press his face tightly against her back. “Baby,” he started to say, but Y/n cut him off with a few pats to wherever she could reach behind her.

“Sorry, but the jackass is now cut off from the mic and shall be cut off until he sleeps, so I shall be the one to say, good day to you sirs and madams, he shall see you on the next one! Bye!!!!”

Then a pause, and a quietly frustrated “Hun, how do you turn it off??”

The chat was flooded with variations of “She’s so cute!!” and as tempted as he was to keep it going for a bit, he knew that it would upset and worry his adorable girlfriend to do so.

So from his vantage point, he just mumbled a quick “Bye!” before cutting off stream. Normally, he would stay and read superchats and see how many new members he had gained, but this time, his tiny, but determined girlfriend was dead set on getting him to chill his ass out.

And he let you.

He watched as you dragged him off to bed, tucking him in all the fluffy blankets you’d gotten for his comfort, smiled as you eagerly burrowed yourself under the fluff with him, sighed contentedly as your warmth surrounded him as you cuddled into him.

He basked in your presence as he held you back just as tight, feeling you plant a kiss in his hair and smile as he relaxed ever more. From across the room, the mirror reflected the image of the two of you, touching the deepest recesses of the soul he would never claim to have.

And as he drifted off, he watched as you glowed in the streaks of the fading afternoon sun, peeking through their heavy curtains, he thought:

What more was there to ask for?

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Slipping Through My Fingers [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 3396

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: A series of snapshot memories through the years between Fred and his daughter. [Based on Slipping Through My Fingers by ABBA].

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A/n: this is a fred x reader but focuses more on fred w your daughter bc i’m a simp for dad fred pls help

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If you asked him, Fred would say his happiest day was the day he married you. Watching you walk up the aisle in your white dress, pretty smile on your face, was a sight engrained into Fred’s memory forever.

He was irrevocably in love with you, this he knew, and that day just made him fall for you even more - his heart had beat so fast when he saw you walking towards him, looking like an angel.

He didn’t think his life could get any better.

That was until the day he held his little baby girl in his arms for the first time. He felt an overwhelming feeling of adoration for the tiny infant whose whole hand could only just clasp around his finger. This little baby who depended on him so fully, his little bundle of joy wrapped in a pastel purple blanket, knitted by Molly.

He was wrapped around her finger from day one. She was a complete daddy’s girl, only settling to sleep when in her father’s arms, immediately stopping crying when being held by him. Often, he’d fall asleep with his baby girl laying on his chest, his hand holding her in place as she snuggled into his sweater.

He’d take her to his shop, holding her as he spoke to customers, whilst he served them at the tills, enjoying when they asked him questions about her - about his beautiful little baby who could barely open her eyes yet, but who owned his heart completely.

By the time she was a few months old, Fred insisted they were best friends, spending as much time as he could with her, looking after her whilst you went back to work. He was almost besotted - she was his soft spot, possibly the only person besides you who could get him to do whatever they wanted.

“Say dada! Come on, Evie! Say dada! Dada!” Fred stood in front of his little girl, who was sat in her high chair, giggling at the funny faces he was pulling at her.

She’d been making sounds for the last couple of weeks and you were both sure she was going to start speaking soon - something you were both excited about. Fred was determined that her first word would be dada, her being so fond of him and all, and couldn’t wait until she finally said it.

“Ba!” The baby announced excitedly, kicking her little legs in the chair. Fred grinned at her, “Yes darling, ba! But please say dada! Dada!”

At the silence, he sighed, “Fine, what about mama? Can you say mama?”

“Mmm?” The baby pursed her lips and blew a spit bubble at him.

“Are you trying to get her to speak again?”

Fred looked up at George, who entered the kitchen, and sighed again, “She’s gonna do it! I swear! She’ll say dada!”

George stepped into the baby’s eyeline and she began squirming in her seat, letting out a loud, happy squeal and banging on the tray in front of her.

She tried to point at the younger twin, who grinned at his niece and poked her cheek, making her giggle, “Hello darling! Someone’s happy to see me, aren’t they?”

She opened her mouth and Fred held his breath, hoping she would speak, before shaking his head fondly as she simply hiccuped, uninterested in saying anything at all.

“These things take time, she’ll say it eventually, you can’t rush it,” George reminded his twin, who leant against the fridge, not taking his eyes off the baby.

“I know,” he glanced up at George, “I just... I can’t for her to say-“

“Dada!”

Fred’s eyes widened, George nearly dropping the glass he’d gotten down from the cupboard.

“Did she just-“

“She did! My baby girl said- Oh Evie, my amazing, beautiful, smart little girl!” Fred lifted her from the chair and cradled her into his arms, “Did you say ‘Dada’?”

“Dada!” She cheered again.

“Y/n is gonna kill you for getting her to speak whilst she’s not here,” George said, amused.

But the words didn’t register to Fred, who was too busy lifting the baby up into the air and back down again as she squealed.

As she started getting closer to being able to walk, Fred made it his mission to baby-proof your home, ensuring she couldn’t hurt herself on anything. She was currently shuffling everywhere on her bottom, with the occasional attempt at holding the couch to help her stand up.

Every time she did this, you both encouraged her to try and move towards you, most of the time receiving blank stares or the occasional laugh.

This time, however, your little girl seemed more determined to move around by herself.

“Come on, come to dada!” Fred called to her with a reassuring smile. He glanced over at you, winking before his attention settled back on his daughter.

“Dada!” The infant babbled, grinning at Fred, who was crouching with his arms out around a metre distance away. Her wide eyes beamed at him as she let go of the couch and made a couple of wobbly steps towards Fred, her own little arms reaching out for him, before losing her balance and falling onto her bottom just in front of her dad.

“Evie, princess! Did my clever little girl just walk?” He cooed, clapping his hands together as the baby smiled at him. He scooped his daughter up and she clapped her little fists together copying his previous actions, before letting out a giggle - Fred swore he’d never heard something so adorable.

“You’re so smart, aren’t you baby girl?” You smiled, taking the baby as she held her arms out to you.

“Mama!”

Once she mastered walking, you found that you couldn’t get her to sit still for anything. A ball of energy just like her father, she happily ran around the place all day, especially enjoying when Fred would take her into work with him.

“We need to leave, come on Evie!” Fred held out her coat, watching as she crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head, “No! Don’ wanna!”

Fred sat beside her, “We’re going to daddy’s work though! Don’t you want to come?”

Her resolve relaxed a little as she raised her eyebrows, staring up at him, “Daddy wor’?”

“Yes princess, daddy’s work. And if you’re good, we could get you some ice cream before we go?”

She immediately stopped pouting, peering up at him through her dark lashes in excitement, and bouncing around in her seat, “Ice ‘eam?”

“Yes, ice cream!” Fred agreed, “Should we go?”

She nodded immediately and stood up, allowing him to put her shoes and coat on whilst she happily babbled out a story to him.

She grabbed his hand as they walked to Diagon Alley, stopping off for ice cream as promised, before she noticed the familiar orange building in the distance and suddenly let go of his hand, darting off through a couple of crowds of people.

“Wait, Evie, come back!” Fred called out, dodging people, running after his toddler, who was surprisingly fast when she wanted to be.

She ran through the doors of the joke shop and found George quickly, the latter busy restocking some shelves near the entrance, a box in his hands. At the sound of the door opening, he looked over and smiled softly at the little girl who had entered.

“Unca Geowge, I got ice ‘eam!” She announced happily to him, holding out the ice cream cone to him and ignoring the fact that ice cream was now running down her fist.

“Oh Merlin, you’ve got ice cream?” He faked his shock before noticing it was everywhere but in the actual cone, “Well you’ve definitely got it all over you haven’t you, darling?” He left the stock where it was, placing the box he was holding on the floor, grabbing the handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and crouching down to wipe her hands and cheeks.

“There we go, much better,” George nodded at her and she offered him a toothy grin.

“Tank you, Unca Geowge.”

He laughed as he watched an out-of-breath Fred nearly fall through the shop door, “No problem, sweetheart.”

“What did I say about running off, Evie?” Fred scolded her, though thankful that she had found the way to George without getting lost - he didn’t want to have to explain that he lost your daughter to you.

The little girl turned to her dad and dropped her head, pouting, “No’ to dwo it.”

Fred lifted her up and went to tell her off again, but stopped as he looked in her eyes, his face softening, “It’s okay baby, just don’t do it again, alright?”

She nodded, “I won’t.” Then, she turned away in his arms and dropped her ice cream cone onto the floor, before looking back up at her dad innocently, “I done wiv ice ‘eam now.”

“Evie,” he sighed, before placing her down on the floor and letting her run off towards George, who hid a laugh as Fred cleaned up the floor.

“You know what Mum would say,” George grinned, watching his brother pick up the cone and drop it into the bin beside the till counter.

Fred opened his mouth to answer, when suddenly there was a loud crash and the twins turned to where the noise came from, a stand of vials having fallen over.

Evie’s mouth was open as she pointed to the vials rolling across the floor, “Oopsie!”

“Karma,” Fred groaned, before moving off to clean up again after his daughter.

Wrapped around her finger, you always said. He’d do anything and everything his little girl asked of him, never being able to tell her ‘no’ without going back on his word once he saw her trembling bottom lip or puppy eyes.

You kicked off your heels as you entered your home, glad to finally be back after a long day.

“Hello?” You called out, rifling through the post that had been left on the table. You frowned when you didn’t receive a response, but the sound of giggling came from upstairs and you dropped the letters back where they were, going off to find your husband and daughter.

“What’s going on here?” You asked as you pushed the door to Evie’s room open, placing your bag down in the hallway and entering in. Fred looked up, and you stifled a laugh, noticing that your little girl had roped him into letting her do his makeup - if the lipstick on the cheeks and bright blue eyeshadow were anything to go by - a pink feather boa hanging round his neck, along with some costume jewellery clip-on earrings, a tiara and, your favourite, a way-too-small hot pink tutu around his waist as he sat at the little table in her room.

“Can’t you see, mummy?” Your daughter blinked up at you pointedly, “We’re having a tea party! I made daddy into a princess like in the stories you read to me!”

“He makes a very pretty princess, doesn’t he sweetie?” You grinned at Fred - who winked dramatically at you - before pressing a kiss to your daughter’s head as she nodded in agreement with you.

“Tea, daddy?” She asked, lifting her teapot and pouring her ‘tea’ into his cup without waiting for his answer. He raised the cup to his lips and stuck his pinky out, showing off the plastic rings he was also wearing.

“Delicious,” he confirmed as he placed the cup back down.

After spending nearly all their time together, Fred found it extremely difficult to say goodbye to his daughter on her first day at Hogwarts, not wanting to part from his little girl who he adored so much.

You walked along the platform, reminiscing about your own Hogwarts days, and hoping your daughter would make just as many happy memories as you watched families say goodbye to each other and friends reunite. Fred was holding her trunk, and she clutched your hand tightly.

“I’m scared,” you daughter admitted to you, looking around at all the Hogwarts students running around, laughing and boarding the train.

You lifted up the hand you were holding and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, “You’re going to be just fine, baby. You’re gonna have an amazing time, and probably won’t even want to come home!”

She laughed, “I’ll always come home, Mum.”

You pulled her into a hug, “We’re only an owl away, you know that.” Evie nodded, “I know.”

“Gonna miss you sweetheart. Who am I supposed to prank your Mum with now? I’ve lost my partner in crime!” Fred grinned, laughing as Evie ran into his arms.

“You’ve got Uncle George,” she nodded over to where said younger twin was stood, saying goodbye to his eldest.

“Don’t tell him, but I prefer you.”

Evie giggled, before grabbing her trunk from Fred and bidding you both goodbye. She took a few steps towards the train, before turning back around, dropping her trunk and running back over to you, giving you another hug, before moving back into her dad’s arms.

“I love you both so much,” she mumbled, before heading to re-pick her trunk up.

“We love you too, princess,” Fred replied, watching as she headed towards the train. She settled into a compartment after a minute or so, and waved at you both through the window. You waved back, offering her a reassuring smile.

“Is it too late to have another one?” Fred joked, his hand snaking around your waist and sliding into your back pocket.

You slapped his arm playfully and let out a laugh, shaking your head at him. You watched the train leave, smiling sadly and waving again, before glancing at him, “What are we gonna do with an empty house?”

Fred winked as you began to head off the platform, “Oh I have a few ideas in mind.”

The goodbyes didn’t get easier each year, but the time apart was helped by the letters Evie sent to you, always keeping in touch where she could. You kept each of her letters, reading them when you missed her most.

Her latest letter held news you’d been waiting for since you’d sent her off, rushing to write her back as soon as you’d received it, and before Fred got home from work to help with the response.

“Did you read her letter? She’s going on a date!” He called through to you in the kitchen. The shock in his voice amused you, though you were expecting some kind of resistance to this new development in your daughter’s life.

“I know!” You replied cheerfully, stirring the food on the stove, “The boy sounds so lovely!”

“Y/n, love, I don’t think you understand,” Fred frowned as he entered the kitchen, heading over to press a kiss to your lips before continuing, “Our baby girl is going on a date with some pathetic thirteen year old boy. I was a thirteen year old boy once! I know how they think!”

“He sounds really nice! And Evie seems to really like him,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed another kiss to his lips, one he returned immediately, “Besides, you asked me on a date when we were thirteen, look how we’ve ended up!”

“That’s different.”

“How is that any different?” You laughed, shaking your head as you turned to stir the food again.

Fred pouted, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and leaning his chin on your shoulder, “Because that’s my baby girl.”

“Your baby girl who is going on her first date. It’s exciting!” You insisted, “And anyway, I may or may not have already written back to her saying you approve...”

Fred’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping comically, “You did what?!”

Fred was always going to be apprehensive about any boy Evie mentioned she was dating - you assumed that much - and the day she came home for Christmas, completely upset, did not help this matter.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Fred growled, his first clenching as he thought about the no-good boyfriend - well, ex boyfriend - of his little girl, who had thought it was a good idea to break up with her just before Christmas.

“Fred, no-“

“I’m gonna kill him with my bare hands.”

“Fred-“ You tried to calm him down, knowing that though his anger was justified, it wouldn’t make Evie feel any better.

“Look at our little girl! Look what he did to her!” His face softened as he glanced into the living room at his daughter, who was curled up in the corner of the sofa, eyes closed, tears staining her cheeks.

“Look, I’m angry too. But what she needs right now is a lot of chocolate, cuddles, and her parents’ support. She doesn’t need you yelling about the boy, okay?” You looked at him pointedly, waiting for him to nod at you. When he does, you smile at him and gesture towards the teen girl, “Go see if you can cheer her up, eh?”

“It’s what I’m best at.”

Eventually, much to yours and Fred’s delight, Evie found a man she ended up falling for completely after she graduated from Hogwarts.

He was kind, smart, definitely charming, and you took a liking to him immediately. Fred took a little while longer, however he eventually admitted he really liked the guy, and loved how happy he made Evie.

The day he came to you both asking for Evie’s hand in marriage, you agreed without hesitation, and when your daughter came to you to show you her ring, you’d screamed in happiness and starting talking weddings immediately, bringing out catalogues and deciding on a dress together.

“You’ll do my hair and makeup, right Mum?” She had asked.

“Of course I will baby!”

You sat her on your bed on the morning of the wedding, humming as you twirled her hair into an intricate style and applied her last minute makeup touches.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” you whispered, pressing your lips together as a few tears escaped your eyes.

She leaned over and wiped the tears away, pulling you into a hug, “Thank you, Mum.”

She stayed with you whilst you got yourself ready, laughing about old memories, and talking about the future, about memories you were yet to make.

You’d just finished getting dressed when Fred knocked on the door, bringing in your daughter’s wedding dress that Molly had been so kind as to alter for her.

He placed the dress down on the bed carefully, turning to look you up and down and whistling as you shook your head at him, before he turned to Evie, who was smiling up at him.

“When did my baby girl get so gorgeous, huh?” He grinned, leaning down to hug her.

She returned the hug with a laugh, “Dad, come on, stop it! You’re gonna make me cry, and Mum just finished helping me do my makeup.”

“I can’t help it. I look at you and I still see my little girl. But you’re all grown up now, I guess you’re not so little, huh?”

Evie smiled, pulling away from the hug to look at him, “I’ll always be your little girl, Dad.”

You finally ushered Fred out as you helped your daughter into her dress, adding last minute touches where needed.

“Where did the time go, eh?” You asked her, looking at her in the mirror, “I feel like you were a baby just yesterday.”

She smiled at your reflection, “Time flies when you’re having fun, right?”

When Fred saw his daughter in her wedding dress, he swallowed, feeling how he did when he had to say goodbye to her on Platform 9 3/4 every year - it was bittersweet, knowing she was leaving, but also just knowing she was going off to live her life, and make her own happy memories, made it all worth it.

“Ready to give me away?”

And as he looked down at his daughter, her excitement evident and barely fighting the grin that spread from ear to ear, he swallowed and couldn’t help but smile back at her.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

He felt her cling onto his arm and smiled to himself softly.

No matter what, no matter where life took her, she would always be his little girl.

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