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mockerycrow · 11 months

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Sugar (Gaz x GN!Reader)

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Summary: You’re a civilian and you’re across the world from where Kyle is on a mission. It’s late at night when you get the phone call you’ve been waiting weeks for.

A/N: The title is from the song “Sugar - BROCKHAMPTON”. Gaz needs more stand-alone fics. I’m here to provide.

[WARNINGS: short fic, slight angst, fluff.]

It’s been quite a few months since you’ve last seen your boyfriend, Kyle Garrick. It’s to be expected as he’s in the military, but that doesn’t stop you from missing him any less. Goodbyes between you two always tended to be bittersweet—full of gentle kisses and whispers of “see you later”s even if they weren’t guaranteed to be true. You usually get a call or two whenever he’s on a mission if he can. You don’t exactly expect a call because you know he’s busy doing something important; of course you don’t get the details. All you know is that it’s important enough for all communication to be occasionally cut. Sometimes Kyle doesn’t even have his phone for weeks, so you sit there by your window sill, staring off into the night sky and praying that he’s okay.

Tonight, you lay in your bed in your underwear and a loose t-shirt—Kyle’s, of course—and you’ve tossing and turning all night. A light sheet matching your comforter lays across your legs and partially your stomach. It’s a luke-warm summer night and it brings such a nostalgic, yet sad feeling. On nights like these, you’d find yourself crawling into Kyle’s arms, his body radiating just enough heat to be comfortable. His sleepy, low voice would let out a cute little “hm?” when you press your head into the crook of his neck. You can hear his chuckle as he would rub a hand up and down your back soothingly, accepting all of your tiny habits. You can’t help but tear up at the memory. You never know when that memory will never be repeated again, right?

You glance over at Kyle’s side of the bed and you sniffle as you roll over onto his side, transferring your head from your warm pillow to his cold one—which you desperately wished was warm. You pull the sheet with you and you curl up on your side, glancing at the digital clock on his nightstand, it’s red letters blaring 3:49 am at you. You sigh and rest your head comfortably against his pillow again, listening to the natural silence of the house. You hear a creek of the foundation shifting every once in a while, the springs of the mattress every time you move yourself. Your hand drifts to your neck and grabs at the necklace—a gold chained necklace with a locket in the middle, a picture of you and Kyle with your dog that passed away about half a year ago. With Kyle gone, you wanted a companion to keep you company; but soon that one left this world, leaving you alone in a quiet house that only awakens when you do.

You can feel the exhaustion pulling at you, begging you to close your eyes and sleep for the night, but you force yourself to stay awake. ‘Just in case he calls,’ you try to justify it, but you haven’t gotten a call in a month, nearly a month and a half. Your heart burns every time you think about it as you can only come to one solution—one you know isn’t true because Kyle is strong, he’s resourceful, he has his teammates. Honestly, the only reason you know he isn’t dead is because Captain Price hasn’t come to your door to tell you.

You don’t originally notice that you’re falling asleep until your phone blaring a familiar ringtone wakes you up, your heart jumping out of your throat as you jolt. A startled noise leaves you as you breathe hard to gain your bearings and when you realize it—it’s Kyle’s ringtone—you immediately sit up and scramble back to your side of the bed, practically ripping the charger out of your phone and seeing Kyle<3 is calling… at the top of the screen. Without a second thought and with a wide smile on your face, you lay back onto the pillow and you swipe to answer the call you press the phone against your head and it’s like all of the weight is lifted off of your shoulders.

“Hey, sweetheart.. Did I wake you?”

You breathe out a heavy sigh of relief and shake your head, not caring that he can’t see it. “No,” You immediately say. “I was already awake.”

Kyle chuckles, murmuring, “Staying up for my call, I see?”

You return a quiet and soft laugh, turning your head to partially look out the window. “Maaaybe..” You pause for a moment, your smile faltering ever so slightly. “I miss you.” Kyle doesn’t miss a beat. “I miss you too, dove. More than anything.” You can’t help the blush that rises to your cheeks, your free hand coming up and clutching the locket. “How is it going? Your mission, I mean.” You borderline whisper, but you never have to ask. He always tells you what he can, but you just want to hear his voice instead of listening to old videos or voicemails for a change. Kyle hums excitedly, a slight crunch coming over the phone—he must be eating. “It’s been good! Price said we should be nearly done now. Last home stretch.”

You shuffle properly back onto your pillow, plugging your phone into the charger, and laying the phone on the bed. You click the speaker button and lay your head down. “You there, [Name]?” Kyle asks, nearly concerned.

“Mhm, just putting you on speaker..”

Kyle doesn’t say anything for a moment, but when he does, his voice is damn near vulnerable. “You don’t know how excited I am to come home to you, sweetheart. It’s been a gruelin’ mission..”

You put your hand near your phone instinctively, as if you could comfort him physically through the phone. “I wish I could help you, Kyle.” You whisper softly into the phone, your heart tightening at the thought of his distress. He takes care of you in so many ways and you want to return the favor “You know what? When you come home, Kyle, give me a heads up. I’ll make us some dinner, we can play a bunch of games, anything you want. How about it?”

He laughs softly, like his ugly mood has been lightened. “Yeah? You wanna?”

“Of course I want to,” You answer without a doubt. “You work hard, Kyle. Too hard. We need to spend time together and you need to get taken care of. Two birds with one stone.”

You nearly think you can hear Kyle tearing up, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “Okay.. Okay, dove. Yeah, we can do that.”

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shelfthe-reader · 26 days

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I know I keep saying that I have a gut-wrenching post coming and WHILE THIS IS NOT IT, it’s also pretty sad sometimes. Also spoilers for literally the entire Riordanverse but I doubt that matters y’all saw this for a reason

Now I present:

Percy Jackson Characters as Theater songs: Part 1

Sally: Anybody Have a Map from Dear Evan Hansen. Literally any struggling parent, but ESPECIALLY for Demigods

Percy: 30/90 from Tick, Tick, BOOM. Birthday trauma. The End

Annabeth: Not For the Life of Me from Thoroughly Modern Millie. Aka Annabeth’s need to make a name for herself in TLT

Grover: Will I? from Rent. I’m getting “Searcher’s License” vibes idk.

Tyson: Travel Song from Shrek the Musical: while he was my UNBOTHERED KING in SOM, Annabeth was VERY bothered. It’s those vibes

Thalia: Unprodigal Daughter from JLP. I mean, she ran away for a reason!

Luke: This World Will Remember Me from Bonnie and Clyde. Luke’s delusions were up there with Clyde Barrow’s

Nico: Go Tonight from The Mad Ones. Where was Nico for six months? Grieving Bianca. He was her little shadow and this song captures that

Bianca: This one was kinda tricky but No One is Alone from Into The Woods. See: that one scene in BOTL

Will: Those You’ve Known from Spring Awakening. After Manhattan. Grieving literally his entire family (minus Austin and Kayla)

Kayla: Get Down from Six the Musical. It doesn’t match a scene or anything. Just my HC that she would belt this alone in the cabin.

Austin: Papers (Instrumental) from Hadestown. He 1000% would recreate this in the cabin. But not alone. Because he’s just like that

Connor and Travis Stoll: Two Player Game from Be More Chill. The most Bro Song to ever Bro

Clarisse: All I Really Want from JLP. It’s an angry song the end.

Rachel: Daddy Knows Best from Spongebob the Musical. AKA “Daddy Issues: The Musical” aka “Rachel in One Sentence”

Beckendorf: You’ll Be In My Heart from Tarzan. His love for Silena goes beyond the grave

Silena: The Real World from Almost Famous. AKA when she realized that Luke is a SCAM

Part two will be Heroes of Olympus characters!

#rick riordan #percy jackson and the olympians #musical theater #theater kid #yes i am a theater kid i dont just read guys #i did this for a powerpoint night and needed to share it here #annabeth chase #percy jackson #grover underwood

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wroteclassicaly · 1 year

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Steve in a plain white shirt that’s rolled around the short sleeves, just a few extra inches. He’s got a pink paint swatch smeared across his five o’clock shadow. He’s wearing a pair of old white washed denim jeans, now splattered with paint, his feet bare. He’s alternating between crouching down to inspect his work, and stepping back to observe it. An old radio is playing some soft Indie song in the background.

The window is open to let in light gusts of fresh Spring air, cream colored lace curtains looking extra soft as they billow out over top of the pastel pink wall. You admire the muscular form of your husband, his wedding band glittering from strobes of sunlight streaming into the room, fingers wrapped around a paintbrush. He pushes a few chestnut tendrils back off his forehead with his opposite hand, before he finally notices your presence. He gives you that dopey little grin. “Hey, baby.”

“Look at you,” you coo. “Working so hard in here that you never even heard me.”

“Babe,” he pauses, dipping down to place the brush back into an empty canister, his fingers coated in dried, but gorgeous pink, you notice as he comes towards you. “I have Ninja stealth, remember?”

“You flip into an inter-dimension one time and you think you’re an Olympic gymnast or karate specialist.” You’re teasing him, those butterflies in your belly ignited below the navel, and where you’re swollen.

“As I recall, you were pretty impressed by me that entire night.”

He nuzzles your nose with his own, close enough where you see the sparkle in his cinnamon irises, and connect every mole and freckle that’s a part of his beautiful skin. You hum beneath your breath, gripping your stomach moments later when the presence of importance can’t be ignored any longer. He notices immediately, filtering his hands underneath your belly, lifting gently. “You think she’ll like it?”

His need to impress — not only you, but the tiny human being currently awakened by his familiar voice, it’s endearing and has you melting (among other things). You reach up and coax his hair into your fingers, brushing it through. “She wasn’t awake until she heard you, so I’m pretty sure you could give her the same wallpaper that your bedroom at your folk’s house had and she would love it.”

He snorts. “And I’d pay for it tenfold when she got old enough to realize how lame it is.”

You roll your eyes and adjust his shirt collar, salivating at the peeking chest hair. “Mhm. Just came in here to tell something about lunch.”

He filters his fingers beneath your chin and tilts, his nose coasting across your own, lips feather light and barely touching. “Somethin’, huh?”

“S’ what I said, Mr. Harrington.”

That gets him, a slight ache between his own legs. If it’s not for the insatiable hunger that he gets by knowing you’re carrying his child, it’s the fact that you also have his name. He pecks your parched mouth, once… twice, his hand descending over your swollen breast, rubbing ever so lightly, giddy with how sensitive you are, and how full of breast milk already. You could wear the biggest shirt or the skimpiest fabric, but Steve could still tell your body’s new shape, feel it beneath his palms. You’re falling apart under his expert touch, near pleading, but he pulls back with a smirk.

“Alright, Mrs. Harrington. Let’s go eat lunch, then I’ll finish up in here, get a shower, and m’ all yours.”

Okay, yeah… you can definitely deal with that.

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musicaltheatregirlsandsongs · 10 months

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Hi! I finished up the list of songs that made it in, I still need to make the brackets, and will post those once they’re done! Complete list under the cut

A Little Fall of Rain - Les Misérables

A Little Priest - Sweeney Todd

A Musical - Something Rotten

Agony - Into the Woods

All you wanna do - Six

Another National Anthem - Assassins

Another Suitcase in Another Hall - Evita

Anthem - Chess

Any Kind of Dead Person - Ghost Quartet

Anything you can do (I can do better) - Annie Get Your Gun

Balaga - Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812

Being Alive - Company

Belle - Notre-Dame de Paris

Brain Dead - A New Brain

Burn - Hamilton

Cabaret - Cabaret

Carnaval del Barrio - In the Heights

Carrying the Banner - Newsies

Cell Block Tango - Chicago

Chant - Hadestown

Come what may - Moulin Rouge

Confrontation - Jekyll & Hyde

Costume Party - Come from Away

Dead Girl Walking - Heathers

Dead Mom - Beetlejuice

Defying Gravity - Wicked

Dentist! - Little Shop of Horrors

Die Schatten werden länger - Elisabeth

Don’t Rain On My Parade - Funny Girl

Drink with me - Les Misérables

Dust and Ashes - Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812

El tango de Roxanne - Moulin Rouge

Epic III - Hadestown

Epiphany - Sweeney Todd

Esmeralda - the Hunchback of Notre-Dame

Everybody’s got the right - Assassins

Feast or famine - Black Friday

Feed Me (Git It!) - Little Shop of Horrors

For Good - Wicked

Get Down - Six

Gethsemane (I only want to say) - Jesus Christ Superstar

Giants in the sky - Into the Woods

Glory - Pippin

Go Tonight - The Mad One’s

Good Kid - the lightning thief

Heaven on their Minds - Jesus Christ Superstar

Holding to the Ground - Falsettos

How Can Love Survive - The Sound of Music

I’m Alive - Next to Normal

I’m Breaking Down - Falsettos

Ich gehör nur mir - Elisabeth

If I had my time again - Groundhog Day

If I were a rich man - Fiddler on the Roof

Inevitable - The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals

Independently Owned - Shucked

Joseon Swag (조선수액) - Swag Age: Shout Out, Joseon! (스웨그에이지: 외쳐, 조선!)

Judas - Clown Bible

Juntton - Gambämark

King of New York - Newsies

Land of Yesterday - Anastasia

Le Monde est Stone - Starmania

Les Rois du Monde - Roméo et Juliette, de la haine à l’amour

Let it out - The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals

Letters - Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812

Lilacs - Preludes

Loser Geek Whatever - Be More Chill

Losing My Mind - Follies

Love will come and find me again - Bandstand

Madame Guillotine - The Scarlet Pimpernel

Michael in the Bathroom - Be More Chill

My Grand Plan - the lightning thief

No One Else - Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812

No One Remembers Achmed - Twisted

Noel’s Lament - Ride the Cyclone

Nonstop - Hamilton

On My Own - Les Misérables

On the Verge - Women on the Edge of a Nervous Breakdown

Once and for all - Newsies

One Day More - Les Misérables

Place, je passe - Mozart l’opéra rock

Popular - Wicked

Prologue - Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812

Prologue: Tradition - Fiddler on the Roof

Quartet at the Ballet - Anastasia

Quiet - Matilda

Rebecca Reprise - Rebecca

Requiem - Dear Evan Hansen

Revolting Children - Matilda

Ring of Keys - Fun Home

Santa Fe - Newsies

Seize the Day - Newsies

Sick to Death of Alice-ness - Alice by Heart

Skid Row (Downtown) - Little Shop of Horrors

Solo - Octet

Starchild - Ghost Quartet

Sweet Transvestite - Rocky Horror Show

Talia - Ride the Cyclone

Telephone Wire - Fun Home

The Ballad of Jane Doe - Ride the Cyclone

The I Love You Song - The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee

The New World - Songs for a New World

The Opera - Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812

The Pitiful Children - Be More Chill

The Point of No Return - The Phantom of the Opera

The Song of Purple Summer - Spring Awakening

The Starry Night - Starry

The Thrill of First Love - Falsettos

The Torture Tango - Spies are Forever

The Turning of the Key - The Clockmaker’s Daughter

There! Right There! - Legally Blonde

This World Will Remember Us - Bonnie & Clyde

Time Warp - Rocky Horror Show

Tonight (Quintet) - West Side Story

Touch Me - Spring Awakening

Twisted - Twisted

Unlikely Lovers - Falsettos

Usher Pt. 3 - Ghost Quartet

Wait For Me - Hadestown

Wait For Me (Reprise) - Hadestown

Waving Through A Window - Dear Evan Hansen

Wenn ich tanzen will - Elisabeth

What would I do - Falsettos

When the going gets tough - Spongebob Squarepants

Wilkommen - Cabaret

You Gotta Die Sometime - Falsettos

Your Daddy’s Son - Ragtime

Your Fault/Last Midnight - Into the Woods

30/90 - Tick, Tick… Boom

#musicaltheatresongs #musical theater #great comet #falsettos #newsies #les mis #malloysicals #starkid #stephen sondheim #andrew lloyd webber #i included every song that got more than one submission #plus a few that got one submission to get a convenient number

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 10 months

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Here, Kitty, Kitty (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: If T*mblr flags this chapter, I swear I'm gonna have a stroke. I had a request fill flagged already & I may just have to post it on Ao3. Anyways, stay safe & wear y'all masks cuz the air is trash rn! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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SIXTEEN.

The next morning, as soon as Aizawa awakens, he senses that he isn’t in his own bed or on his couch.

He is slightly confused as to why due to the brief confusion of being asleep, but his body relaxes when the scent of your perfume in the sheets drifts to his nostrils. When his eyes finally adjust, he finds the side of your bed empty and cold, not at all warm like you just got up.

He almost calls to you upon seeing this, but stops when he hears the sound of you humming in the shower and the water hitting the tiled shower floor. He sighs, settling under the sheets. Your sheets. That he is naked under.

Suddenly, the previous night’s events come flooding back to him: your body pressed to his on the dance floor; your soft lips finally against his; the softness of your trail and ears that his fingers caressed; the sweet taste of you that still lingers on his tongue; holding you, kissing you, feeling him against him as your hips rocked into his again and again, the heat of your gorgeous, wet pussy grinding down onto his cock.

A dreamy smile curls onto his lips. He still can’t believe last night was real. He still almost feels like it was a dream. A wonderful, fantastic dream. Even the scent of your perfume and your sweet voice humming in the shower can’t prove to him that this is all real. That he finally has you. He has to prove this for himself.

He rises from your bed, still naked, and follows your voice like a sailor enchanted by a siren’s song. He walks out into the living room and into the bathroom that is comprised of only a shower, a sink, and a toilet (not at all like Aizawa’s, but then again, he insisted he get a bathtub for Eri). There you are behind the shower curtain, humming to a tune as the steam from the hot water and the scent of coconut that rises from the shower.

Aizawa is quiet and quick as he slips into the shower behind you, peeling back the shower curtain to allow himself inside. It doesn’t take long for his cock, flaccid and soft, to spring to life at the sight of you. You look so damn good naked. His hungry eyes trail over your body and the water cascading off of your skin as flashbacks of last night come drifting back to him.

Unable to contain himself, he moves closer to you and puts his hands on your hips. You shriek and drop the bottle of body wash you have in your hands as you turn around, your eyes wide with fear. “Nice voice,” he snickers, not even fazed. Realizing it’s him and not a psycho ready to stab you with a knife, you shove at his chest. “Shouta!” you gasp, rolling your eyes. “You nearly gave me a heart attack, boy! I’m gonna have to put a bell on you.”

Aizawa quirks an eyebrow at you, now picturing you in a nice little collar with a bell, all pretty and waiting for him naked in his bedroom. That image definitely doesn’t help his situation down below. “Collaring? I didn’t know you had a thing for that.” He presses himself up against you, his hands still holding your hips that he has come to adore. “I thought cats hated water,” he snickers.

You pull a face, not at all humored. “Funny,” you deadpan. “I still have to get clean, Shouta. How else am I supposed to smell good?” As you begin to wash behind your ears, he breathes in the faint scent of peach and honey nectar wafting throughout the bathroom. “You’ve got me there,” he sighs at the pleasant scent. “You do smell amazing.”

Chuckling to yourself, you turn back around to allow the warm water to spill over your suds-covered neck and chest. Aizawa takes advantage of this position, pressing his front up against your back, causing his naked, hardened dick to nudge your thigh. The soft gasp that exits your lips doesn’t go unnoticed. His hands move to cup your breasts as his hips begin to caress your neck, gently sucking on the skin. “What are you doing?” you softly moan.

“Helping you shower,” he growls against your neck. “Unless you feel like you’re better off doin’ it yourself.” He proceeds to “wash” your naked breasts, loving the way the water and suds drip from them. They’re like the sweetest fruits to him, hanging from a tree for his consumption. And he’s starving.

You softly moan again, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of him playing with your tits. ��Is that a yes, kitty?” he teasingly asks. He takes his forefingers and thumbs, beginning to tweak and tug at your hardened nipples. Your wet tail curls against his thighs, making him harder. “Sho, please,” you whimper. “Don’t you have to get Eri?”

He shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I texted Shinso last night tellin’ him I’d be there at 1 PM,” he murmurs. “Don’t worry about that. You just worry about cummin’ for me.”

He gives you no choice but to listen to him when he kneels on the tiled shower floor, plants his hands on your hips to coax you to bend forward, and spreads the cheeks to your luscious ass apart. His mouth is immediately planted on your pussy, gently lapping and licking at the sensitive folds while his hands massage your wet ass. You’re so wet already. Obviously, his kisses and touches have an effect on you. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

“God, Shouta,” you moan, and he peeks up at you. The way you stand above him with your back arched and hands pressed firmly against the shower wall is fit for a wet dream. He still can’t believe he gets to see you like this: so needy and wanton. He wants to give you everything, and that starts with some good-ass head. He continues to lap at your pussy, tugging ever so softly at your pussy lips with his lips, sucking on them gently. He pays attention to every moan or movement you make as he swishes his tongue this way and that, growing harder by the second when you toss your ass into his face.

When he finally inserts his tongue in the little, wet hole of your cunt, you just about shout with pleasure. “Fuck!” you whine, your voice echoing along the shower walls. He groans appreciatively into your pussy, his tongue flicking between tempos and swirling along your clit. He wants to make you cum. He wants to feel you burst all over his face.

When your moans become more urgent and much louder than before, he knows you’re close and works his tongue a little faster against your little rosebud. “W-Wait, Sho!” you stammer. “Don’t make me cum! Please!”

Aizawa pulls away, your wetness soaking his lips. “Why the hell not?” he asks, not hiding his impatience or irritation at your refusal for him to make you burst. You turn to face him and he sees the lust exploding in those brown eyes of yours. “Because I wanna cum around your dick,” you purr. “I wanna feel you fill me up when I do, and I want you to cum with me. Is that okay?”

Is that okay?! Aizawa nearly nuts right there on the shower wall. Immediately, he is popping up behind you and gripping your hips, making you giggle at his eagerness. You lift your leg up to help him slide in more easily when he lifts his cock and lines himself up perfectly with your entrance. Slowly, he sinks inside of you, emitting a moan from deep within the both of you.

He immediately begins rocking his hips into you, back and forth, hypnotized by the way your ass bounces against him. He can’t help but touch it; massage it; squeeze it. “You can spank me if you want,” you breathlessly suggest. He slows his hips down, surprised at your naughty suggestion. “You’d like that?” he chuckles, raising an eyebrow. You turn to look at him, a shy look in your pretty eyes that makes him want to fuck you harder.

And when he gives you that first spank, he does so. The moan you let out when his hand connects to your wet ass is just too good to not plunge deep in your sweet little pussy that clenches so good around him. He gives you another one, causing your pussy to throb enticingly around his dick. “You like that, don’t you?” he growls, earning a whine in response. “Naughty little kitty…gettin’ so wet over bein’ spanked.”

He gives you another swift one on your backside as he angles his hips just right and continues to fuck you, stroking your pussy walls again and again. He’s relentless. He’s merciless. He wants you to explode all over him and he won’t slow down.

He can tell you’re about to cum when your moans grow higher and more urgent. You desperately grip his hand still planted on your ass. “S-Shouta!” you stammer. “Slow down or I’ll cum!” But he just chuckles evilly and begins to stroke your tail in between thrusts, earning a keen from you. “Don’t hold back,” he grunts. “Come on, kitty…you can cum for me.”

He then unhands your tail and lifts you leg up a bit for a better angle to your G-spot. He begins to pick up speed, slamming his hips against your ass again and again, plunging deeper into your pussy with every thrust. He makes matters worse for you when he reaches under and begins to rub your clit in small pulses. The cries and moans that leave your lips are a symphony of pleasure–one that coaxes him further to his own orgasm. “Gonna cum too, baby,” he huffs. “I want you to cum with me. Make me proud, kitty!”

“God, Shouta!” you whine loudly and give a little shudder as you finally cum all over his cock. Your clenching pussy is almost too much to handle, but Aizawa pushes through and continues to fuck your cunt until finally, his heavy balls have no choice but to empty inside of you.

“Fuck, kitty!” he growls, pressing his face into your neck as he spills his nut deep inside of your cunt. You keen and mewl as he gushes inside of you, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck to keep his close.

He slowly lowers your leg but keeps himself inside you, loving how snug and tight you are around him. You feel like home to him. You slowly turn your head and meet his lips, giving him some soft, orgasm-sedated kisses as you indulge in the rest of the afterglow and the warm water. Finally, after a few minutes of recovery, Aizawa slowly slips out of you and you turn off the water after washing his cum off of your thighs.

He can’t resist having you in his arms again, so he surprises you by wrapping an arm around your waist and the other scooped underneath your legs. The cute little giggles you let out when he carries you out of the shower are like music to him. He carefully sets you down and grabs the towel you hung up on the shower wall before drying you off himself. He starts patting your feet and legs dry before moving up to your upper torso, kissing your stomach as he does. You smile bashfully as he does so, even when he moves on to your arms and backside. He even dries your ears and tail, mostly as an excuse to touch them.

He finds himself loving to pamper you. You’re just so small and cute. He has no choice but to make sure you’re always at ease and feeling good. When he finally finishes, he takes the towel and wraps it around his waist while you dress yourself in a robe. “Well, that was a way to start the morning,” you giggle, moving into his arms and pressing a kiss to his neck. “But coffee always works too. You want a cup?”

He sighs happily, already smelling the roasted coffee beans. “I thought you’d never ask.” You giggle again and go to leave the bathroom with him following after, but you put a firm hand on his chest. “No; stay and finish dryin’ off. I know how you take your cup.” You give him a wink before you walk out of the bathroom with a sway in your hips, leaving him semi-hard and in the mood for a second morning quickie.

To try and distract himself from the way you looked bent over for him in the shower, Aizawa walks back to the bedroom to get his clothes before returning to the bathroom. As he begins to dry himself off, taking extra time to dry off his wet locks of hair, he hears a buzz from the sink counter. He looks toward it, finding your phone sitting there face up and charging. He looks toward the bathroom door, wondering if you’ll hear it and come running in. However, your humming and the cling and clang of pots and pans say something different.

He knows he shouldn’t look, but he’s just curious. Who could possibly be texting you so early in the morning on a Saturday? One glance can’t hurt, right? After doing those mental gymnastics, he takes a look down at your phone while drying off his hair, running the towel through his locks. He does not expect to see a police alert on your phone talking about a manhole that erupted downtown early this morning.

But it isn’t a regular manhole, he realizes, as he reads the report. This is a man-made manhole. Or rather a villain-made manhole. He can tell from the language used in the report which he also notices is not written in a way for simple citizens. This is a police report. As he continues to stare at the screen, he realizes that the alert came from a police scanner app; one that is reserved strictly for cops to keep track of time. He had the app before but deleted it because he couldn’t figure out how to work the damn thing.

‘Da hell?’ he thinks, utterly confused. Why do you have this on your phone? Could you be a cop on the side? Wouldn’t you have told him that?

“I’ve got some fruit and Krusteaz in here too!” you call, the sudden sound of your voice startling him. He abruptly looks towards the door, afraid you’ll come in, but the sound of the sink running in the kitchen assures him that you’re too busy. “You in the mood for pancakes?” you ask.

With his heart pounding vigorously, he looks back toward your phone where a text message from Nemuri pops up. “Yeah,” he calls back, still staring down at the phone screen. “That’ll be nice, thanks.” Quickly, he begins to read the first text message just as a second one pops up.

Muri: Hey you :) how’d last night go? Can u still walk?

Aizawa sighs disapprovingly despite his face growing hot. For the record, yes, you can walk just fine.

Muri: You didn’t go out afterwards, did u? There was apparently a break-in last night at some billionaire’s house downtown. Just wanna make sure you’re safe and not trying to save the world instead of getting some D

Aizawa blinks in confusion at the text. Then, all at once, the realization of the truth hits him like a freight train, so fast that his head begins to spin. He mentally travels back in time to last night, to when all he did was stare at you after you came. He noticed your eyes, sharp and feline-like; not at all like the warm, pretty brown eyes he’s used to seeing. But he’s seen those eyes before.

And now he knows where. Because you’re Night Claw. Putting two and two together is like finally finding a missing puzzle piece that helps him see the whole picture, as clear as day. Now he knows why he felt like he knew you. Now he understands why he felt so close to Night Claw. Because it’s fucking you. And you’ve been hiding it this entire time. ‘Oh, that naughty little kitty,’ he thinks, a smirk tugging at his lips. You’re definitely going to pay for that.

“Coffee’s done!” you call. “Come and get it!” His smirk widens and he drops the towel to the floor. He knows exactly how to get you to talk.

Quickly, he dresses, exits the bathroom, and enters the living room, not saying a thing. You stand in the kitchen, putting a beautifully brown pancake on a stack already fixed for the two of you. How long has he been in the bathroom, he wonders? He enters the kitchen and stands behind you, silent and waiting for the perfect opportunity to catch you off guard. “Okay, so I fucked up the first batch,” you sheepishly say, “but it’s only three! I haven’t made pancakes in a minute, but I think I’m gettin’ the hang of it again.”

Once you put the pancake down, you begin to turn around with a sweet smile. “You want any sugar for the coffee or–”

Before you can finish your question, Aizawa is throwing a punch your way that you instinctively catch with a shocked gasp leaving your lips. You then swipe at him, your claws now drawn, but he dodges them and catches your wrist in his hand. Realizing what just happened, you gape at him, open-mouthed and wide-eyed. “I knew you had those claws,” he says with a smirk. “Let’s see what else you’ve got.”

Taking his right knee, he connects it hard to your side, causing you to teeter off your feet and tumble onto the floor. You, fortunately, find your footing by hitting a squat, your hand placed firmly on the ground in front of you. He doesn’t stop long enough to admire your flexibility or your skill. Quickly, he throws another kick your way, but you roll out of the way before standing a foot away from him in the living room. You look scared and perturbed as to what’s happening, but your balled fists blocking your face tells him you’re not backing down.

He charges at you again and proceeds to throw every single punch he can at you. You block every single one with amazing precision and speed, possibly due to your cat-like reflexes and senses. As you do, he moves forward, pushing you farther and farther into the living room. “What the fuck are you doing?” you demand, irate and confused. He pauses slightly in throwing you punches, giving you the opening for an attack.

You take action, connecting your foot to his chest and sending him sprawling onto the couch. He hits the floor with a thud and a burst of pain shoots into his back. He chuckles at the move. You paid close attention to your last ‘training session’.

Placing his hands on the floor by his ears, he arches his back up and kicks his legs up, flipping back up to stand upright. You are nowhere to be found, but his eyes fix on the last place you were seen: the couch. You’re definitely hiding behind it. ‘Predictable,’ he thinks with a sigh. He’d definitely have to work on hiding places for you if you’re to fight crime.

“Checkin’ to see if our training session had any effect on you,” he replies as he slowly begins to walk over to the couch. He takes his time like a predator stalking its prey, tapping into his senses to hear any slight movement you make. “But then again, a vigilante like you doesn’t need much training…do you, Night Claw?”

You don’t speak. You don’t even move from your spot, even as Aizawa gets closer and closer to the couch. “I know it’s you, Y/N,” he sternly says. “You didn’t a good job hidin’ it for a while, but–”

Before he can finish his sentence, the couch is suddenly tilting toward him and threatening to fall onto his feet. Quickly, he leaps away just as you pounce from behind the couch and kick him in the face with one bare foot. He doesn’t fall but he does falter slightly, using his hand to avoid crashing to the floor. ‘Damn,’ he thinks as pain shoots into his jaw. ‘This girl can move.’

Speaking of moving, you’re already scrambling towards the door in your robe, trying to make a break from it. “Oh, no, you don’t,” he grunts, shooting one arm out. He instantly grabs the loose tie to your robe and snatches it off of you before cracking it at you like a whip. The tie instantly wraps around you, snatching you up despite your cries of protest. He proceeds to tug you back into the living room toward him, tightening your restrictions enough to stop you from fighting.

“Should’ve known better than to try to run from me, baby,” he tuts, shaking his head disapprovingly at you. You continue to wriggle around despite your movements being futile. “Shouta, let me out of here!” you grunt, still wriggling like a cute little worm.

Aizawa cocks his head to the side, mockingly thinking to himself. “Hmm…nah, I think I’m gonna let you hang here for a while so you can think over your mistakes.” Your eyes widen as you stare at him, dumbfounded. “What mistakes?” you scoff. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “So lying to me about you being Night Claw isn’t a mistake?” You falter, guilt crossing your face for a brief moment until that hardened mask comes sliding back into place.

“It was none of your business to begin with,” you argue. But Aizawa thinks differently. “It is when I’m the main one you’re runnin’ into almost every night on the streets,” he protests, “and when we already agreed we were friends…which is now ruined because of what we did last night.” At the mention of last night, the irritation in your face softens, replaced with one of timidness.

“So were you gonna tell me that you were Night Claw after we had sex or…?” He trails off, wanting a real answer. You advert your eyes from him, instead staring at the wall. “I was gonna tell you eventually,” you sigh. “When I knew it was the right time.” You suddenly groan, wriggling about again. “Dammit, Shouta, let me outta here! I can’t feel my limbs!”

“And that’s only gonna get worse if you don’t start talkin’, brat,” he growls, hands still securely tugging on your robe tie. You keep silent though you whimper and gasp at the feeling of being restricted. Though it turns him on, he’s more concerned with the truth rather than tying you up with his scarves later and fucking you silly. “I’m gonna leave you here all day if you don’t let me know what’s going on,” he threatens.

You gape at him, mortified. “You can’t do that!” But Aizawa just glares at you, pining you down with a very intense and fixed look. “Try me,” he growls lowly. You hold his gaze for a long moment before you let out a defeated sigh. “How long have you been doing this?” he asks, still staring you down.

Your brown eyes advert his once more, staring off at a wall instead of facing him. “Since I started UA,” you confess. “Nemuri knows because I accidentally snuck through her window one day and Mic managed to piece shit together. I didn’t want to tell anyone ‘cause I was scared of losing my job or getting arrested since I don’t have a license.”

And there it all is: the truth. Laid out in the open before Aizawa to do with as he pleases. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you weakly say. “I just didn’t want you to tell or have you look at me like I’m pathetic.”

He feels something close to heartbreak as soon as you say that, looking so defeated and saddened. He loosens his hold on you somewhat but doesn’t release you. “Now why would I do that?” he softly asks.

You roll your pretty, brown eyes. “C’mon, Shouta,” you scoff. “You’re a seasoned pro! How would you react if I told you right off the bat that the UA counselor is tryin’ to live out her fantasy of being a hero without a license or the hard work you put in to become a hero?”

Aizawa stares you down for a moment, blankly. Then he decides that he wouldn’t react too kindly. “Well, when you put it like that…” But he also wouldn’t have cost you your job. You’re too good at what you do and the kids need you.

You continue to look completely destroyed, and it tugs at Aizawa’s heartstrings. “I wanted a chance to be more than what I was. Catgirls are always underestimated or made to feel like they’re less just because of something we can’t change. I wanted to prove everyone and myself wrong.” You begin to sniffle and your face contorts as your eyes well with tears. “And I felt like if I had told you, you’d never talk to me ever again,” you confess, your voice strained. “I just really liked you and…I wanted a chance to get close to you.”

Aizawa stares at you, completely taken aback by your reasons. More than anything, he feels heartbroken for you. All he wants to do is cradle you to him forever, keeping you safe from all. He also can’t believe you kept this from him just to spare your relationship with him. You like him that much? Him?

“So now you know,” you defeatedly sigh. “I wanted to have my cake and eat it too, I guess.” You hang your head in shame as your shoulders begin to shake, soft sobs leaving your lips. “God, I’m so stupid!” you hiss to yourself. “I’m so sorry, Shouta. If you wanna tell Nezu, go ahead; I deserve it for lying to you and everyone else.”

Aizawa continues to wordlessly stare at you, his confusion and anger at your secrets fading. You’re absolutely broken over this and wracked with guilt. He can see in your eyes. He can feel it in your body with the way it goes limp, submitting to his trap. You are 100% honest and he adores you for that. With a sigh, he tugs one end of the robe, causing your binds to unravel. “Well, that’s not gonna happen.”

You blink at him, shocked. “It’s not?”

He wraps the tie back up and tosses it onto a nearby chair before placing his hands on his hips. “No. As pissed as I am for being lied to, I can understand why you didn’t say anything in fear of losin’ your job or going to jail. Plus, we need someone in this school to deal with these little psychos and their problems; that ain’t me.” Just thinking about dealing with Bakugou’s anger issues more than he already does makes him shudder.

You’re still staring at him like he isn’t being serious or like you can’t trust him. “So…you’re not gonna say anything?” you timidly ask.

“Only on one condition,” he firmly states. You button your lip, eagerly nodding. “I wanna help you train,” he says, earning a confused scowl in response. That definitely wasn’t what you were expecting. “If you’re going to fight crime, you need to do it right and have some good techniques. Though you’ve got a good connection to your cat senses and reflexes, there may come a time when you need to rely on your skill and not your quirk.”

You slowly nod, taking in his critical advice. It’s adorable. “And another thing.” He moves closer to you and takes your hands into his, squeezing them firmly. “You promise me you’ll be careful. I may not be able to be out there with you on some nights ‘cause of Eri or whatever, so I need to trust that you know what you’re doing out there.”

You pout your soft, kissable lips at him, obviously not liking the idea of training. “But–”

“No buts,” he sternly says, taking a firm hold of your chin. “And don’t be prideful either. You’re talkin’ to a seasoned professional here.” Your gaze softens, a hint of lust filling your pretty eyes. “You’re so bossy,” you giggle, placing your hands on his chest, and feeling him up. It makes him grow hot in his clothes. “Alright…but you’re lucky you look good training or else, I’d say no.” He smiles, pulling you closer to him and nuzzling his nose with yours.

After cleaning up the living room, you two venture back into the kitchen. He leans against the counter, sipping his coffee while he watches you finish the last batch of pancakes. “So we’re good?” you softly ask him as if his conditions didn’t make that clear enough.

He smiles adoringly at you and wraps an arm around your front as he passes by you. “I’ll let those pancakes be the judge of that,” he hums against your cheek. “Thanks for the mug.” He gives your tail a little tug as you turn to kiss him, making him feel as if all is right with the world for once.

An hour later after a pancake breakfast, Aizawa says his goodbyes to you and leaves your dorm with his belongings in tow. As he begins to walk down to the elevators to pick up Eri, his phone beeps, signaling a text message from Mic. He sighs, already knowing what his friend is on for this morning.

Mic: So you kiss her yet?

*Read at 10:23 AM

Zawa: I’ll tell you later.

*Read at 10:24 AM*

Mic: YOU TOTALLY DID!!! RUMI OWES ME $10!!!

*Read at 10:26 AM*

Aizawa then realizes he needs new friends.

#shouta aizawa #shoutaaa #smutty smut #my fic shit #my works #here kitty kitty #bnha smut #black coded reader #black fanfic writer #black writers #aizawa x black!reader #shouta aizawa x black!reader

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Maybe Among the Stars

Pairing: Broadside x (gn)Reader

W/C: 2,737

Summary: Broadside was literally built to withstand risk and danger. He’s willing to take the chance this will all end badly. But that was back when the only one at risk was him. How can he face that same danger knowing it’ll roll over onto you now?

Warnings: Angst/comfort, the realities of loving a soldier, slight nod to intimacy but think like PG-13 rating. Lots of longing, but it's got a happy ending.

A/N: Goodness, I had this drafted out so long ago but real life and brain pain made this take forever. I’m terribly sorry @sunshinesdaydream for the slight delay, but here is your Broadside fic for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange! I had a lot of fun researching Broadside, Shadow Squadron, their planes and getting to dive into a starfighter’s mentality. I hope you like what I did with his personality since there isn’t too much in canon to go off of, other than his limited screen time showed me a very confident man. And what’s better than a fic about a man in crisis with himself?

Also, submitting this as an entrance for my @clonexreaderbingo card, the “Hope” square. 😊

Inspiration song, The Word of My Body from Spring Awakening: “Oh, I’m gonna bruise you. Oh, you’re gonna be my bruise.”

dividers by @saradika

It wasn’t fair. To either of you, but he understood the risk and was willing to face it. He knew what could come next and didn’t care if it meant one more chance.

But you …

You put up a great front. It took him too many rotations to see the softness under your steel. Weeks of finding reasons to fuel up at the café you worked at before he was shipped off just to tease you and get under your skin. It was a challenge that gave him a little lightness to his step before he and his brothers were back in the heat of battle, the memory of a cheeky smile on pretty lips settling his battle-tossed nerves.

Eventually, the face behind the smile was the thought that gave him comfort. But he’d never say it. He could keep you at an arm’s length and still get his fix as long as he didn’t cross that line.

And you never backed down from this game you couldn’t have known you were playing, giving as good as you got but never with cruelty. Your responses had even gotten downright flirtatious recently, a taste of normal that he couldn’t resist.

Until the last time.

Right after the Battle of Coruscant. Broadside had been flying high even with his feet solidly on the ground. Shadow Squadron had taken impressively minimal damage as each trooper flew beside General Skywalker bravely and proved integral to the safe retrieval of the Chancellor.

He’d opened the door to your café with a swagger that would make even his General blush, ready to leverage his status as planetary savior for a free slice of meilroon pie.

But instead of the sweetness he was expecting, the salt of your tears was all he could taste for hours after. The relief couldn’t erase the deep worry lines on your face at the sight of him, and while Broadside wasn’t above imagining what you’d feel like in his arms, the reality of your half-choked sobs racking your form as it melded to his when you pushed into him and held him like he would float away weighed on his heart.

“They were showing the dogfights over the holonet. I saw … there were so many … I didn’t know if …”

The realization hit him like a proton canon blast: He had become someone important to you. You felt the same way about him as he did you.

And ever since, elation and dread warred within him.

Since the Battle of Coruscant, Shadow Squadron had been requested to handle more escort missions for the Chancellor, meaning more time on Triple Zero.

More time with you.

But proximity to the Chancellor and by extension the Corrie Guard meant no room for deviation from the regs … including the one about not fraternizing with spunky natborns who’d be brought to tears at the thought of a trooper in danger.

A specific trooper. Him.

A gorgeous soul who kept him on his toes, challenging every truth he thought he knew. Who’d started saving a serving of his favorite meals when they were on special without knowing if he’d be coming in that day. Who’d throw an extra serving in for a customer going through a bad day but feigned ignorance when questioned. Who fought off the thugs and lowlifes that’d crawl in from the lower levels with a broken broom without an ounce of fear but shattered at the sight of his Squadron in danger overhead.

He was going to hurt you.

Maybe, just a little, he understood why the Jedi didn’t allow attachments. Because more and more, Broadside could feel the craving to see you again rise and overshadow the knowledge of just how thoroughly he’ll ruin you.

***

“Is this where you’re gonna murder me?”

Broadside threw an exasperated look over his shoulder. “Why would I drag you all the way here just to murder you?”

You cocked an eyebrow as your head swiveled to take in the narrow, at to be fair rather dingy, ally he was leading you through. “To throw the cops of your trail, duh. It’s like you don’t even listen to those crime holos I send you.”

He heard the smile in your voice and felt its match stretch on his own lips at your macabre humor.

“Those are all full of fluff anyway. It’s all nonsense.”

“No, they’re-”

“Shush.” He turned back and continued leading you on. “We’re almost there.”

“Would be great to know where ‘there’ is. Or what’s gonna happen there.”

Despite your grumbling, Broadside could feel your grip tighten around his hand. All at once, your simple show of trust filled his chest and brought him to his knees.

He didn’t deserve it. But he hoped he’d earn it.

Reaching a nondescript door — one of many to line the ally — Broadside stopped in the entranceway, pulling you over to face him.

“You already know the answer, mesh’la. You came up with this idea.”

Confusion covered your face with an aching cuteness. He could see the wheels turning inside, your eyes giving everything away as you searched for an answer.

“Closing time ... I was helping you sweep ... You asked what civvie experience I wanted to have …”

Your eyes sharpened in a playful glare. “And you said, ‘working in a diner’ just to be an ass.”

He leaned in close, towering over you and invading your space just to rile you more. He couldn’t help it. Broadside was addicted to that spark and needed it, needed you, like a hit of spice. “Not just to be an ass. But that’s not the important part. What came next?”

“You … You asked me what I’d want to do …”

Your eyes were wide as moons when you looked back up at him, disbelief filling every inch of your expression. “No …”

“Yup.” He confirmed, entering the access code and opening the door to reveal the back entrance to the hanger where Shadow Squadrons brand-new Y-wings were lined up all nice and pretty.

This time, he didn’t take your hand. Broadside strode through the hanger like he owned it, confidence grounding every step and growing at the sound of your quick footsteps franticly trying to keep up with his.

“Broadside!” You hissed quietly, earning a rich laugh at your idea of stealth. “This can’t be allowed. We’re gonna get caught!”

He stopped next to his new ship, ladder at its side at the ready. “You know, I’m actually insulted. You think I haven’t thought this through.” Turning, Broadside gestures broadly at the hanger. “See? No one around. Maintenance has been reassigned and my squad is grounded right now.”

Your eyes followed his across the cavernous room and you nodded in agreement. But your lip was still caught between your teeth, a telltale sign.

Letting the levity slip away, Broadside brought his hands up to cup your face and pull your gaze to his. Once again, he invaded your space but this time, all teasing was gone. “No one will know we’re here. I’ve got you.”

You gave him that look again. The same one as that day, the one that screamed to him just how unsure you really were underneath all your strength and bluster. The one that broke his heart with how much he wanted to erase it from your face. The same one that told him, just maybe, that you knew how tenuous this all really was.

And then you stepped closer.

You turned to reach for the ladder, stopping to look at him one more time. He gave you an affirmative nod, fighting every cell that cried out to shatter in relief. Maybe this would go better for you both than he thought.

Following closely, he climbed up the ladder after you, settling behind you in the cockpit.

It was a tight fit, only being designed for one person at a time. Broadside struggled for a moment, trying to get his legs to fit around yours in the narrow space until you took matters into your own hands. A touch was all it took to get him to sit still, your hand holding down firmly on his thigh.

The look you sent him over your shoulder is so soft, Broadside wanted to preserve it somehow. To freeze time so you’d always look at him just like that. To make a galaxy where you’d have no reason to ever look at him any other way.

“May I?” Your voice was steady, but barely a whisper.

“Yeah,” he rasped back.

Lifting yourself up, you moved your legs to straddle his before resting yourself on his lap.

“Sorry, but I think this may be the most comfortable configuration.”

Broadside reached around you to start the operating procedures, reveling in the feel of you so close. It was a mockery of an embrace, but it was enough for now.

“No need to apologize, angel. We’re all good here.”

Once all systems were engaged and optimized, he pressed his comm. “Shadow One to Tower. All systems go, here. Ready for clearance.”

You spun in your seat to level him with an intense glare. “No one will know we’re here?”

And Broadside couldn’t resist stoking your fire, sticking out his tongue like a cadet just to revel in how riled you got. “No one who will say anything. Corkscrew is on tower watch tonight and he owes me a favor or three.”

“Tower to Shadow One. Request for test flight confirmed. You are clear for launch. You have 30 minutes.”

“See? Just a standard test flight for the new fighters,” he said smugly.

With that, Broadside went through the launch procedure without a second thought, focusing instead on every way you shifted on his lap, how your hands fumbled for purchase on the sides of the ship before gripping hard on his knees. His hand curled around your hip, holding you in place for all the good it did. The turbulence had you shaking against him and by the Maker if that friction wasn’t the most sensational thing in the entire galaxy.

But everything settled when they broke the atmosphere, the stillness and quiet covering them and isolating them from the chaos of the city planet below.

He watched with delight as your head moved on a swivel, turning back and forth to take in the vast array of stars in front of you.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed.

“Yeah, it is.” Broadside’s response was just as quiet as he took in your awe before adding louder, “But we didn’t come up here just to look at it.”

“No?”

Before you could do anything else, he grabbed your hands. Without asking, he brought them to the steering column, molding his over yours. “No. You’re gonna fly.”

He could see the broad, devious grin overtake your face in the reflection of the transparisteel and for the briefest moment, Broadside second-guessed whether this was a good idea.

Worry quickly gave way as he lost himself fully in the joy you exuded. Playful cheers filled the small Y-wing cockpit as he instructed you through a few of his simpler maneuvers. Eventually, he began taking a bit more control, showing off with several rolls and drops all in hopes of earning just one more delightful shout, one more squeeze of your thighs around his. All while his hand kept you in place on his lap.

Leveling out after his latest round of showing off, you leaned back against him fully, losing all tension in your body to rest soundly against his chest.

“So, what brought this on?”

His pause is palpable, creating a stillness that could rival space itself. He knew it would happen eventually. But he hated that it could ruin everything.

“I … I don’t know when I’ll be able to visit you next.”

His eyes were trained onto every inch of your body, so he saw the moment your shoulders tensed.

“I see. Even though I know Shadow Squadron has been assigned to escort the Chancellor from now on.”

Broadside took a breath, preparing for his practiced spiel, but you wouldn’t give him the chance. “Oh, yes. Don’t think I don’t follow the news. I do. Of course I do, because how else would I know where you were, what you were doing, if you were okay. You don’t tell me these things when you visit. I have to piece together rumors and suspicions. So I know you’ll be around more. But sure, tell me the lie. Tell me you won’t be able to see me. I’ve been dumb enough flirt with you. To start feeling …”

Your voice tapered off. He couldn’t see your reflection anymore, your face cast downward, but he could see how tightly you were holding yourself.

“Maybe I’ll be dumb enough to believe the lie,” you whispered.

He reached forward, snaking his other arm around to encircle your waist and pull you impossibly closer. Like a child clutching a soft toy, he curled around you in the cocoon of the cockpit.

It must have hurt. His armor was hard and unyielding. He could imagine all the ways it dug in to your pliant skin, how your curves arched around its firm plains.

Even his embrace was painful to you.

And yet you didn’t fight. You didn’t pull away or even adjust yourself. No, you pushed yourself closer, folding yourself in to fit into him like a missing piece.

“It’s not a lie,” he whispered, hoping for all the galaxy that you heard his promise. “It’s not safe.”

“For who?”

“For both of us.”

The silence lingered, and he knew you understood. If you really had been following the war, if you’ve been slicing through the holonet for information, then you had known the truth of his words for a while.

Shifting your hips, you turned in his hold, folding your legs under you to sit sideways on his lap. You didn’t look at him, though. Instead, you tucked your head under his chin, staying as close as possible. “Is that why you brought me up here? Show me the stars so I have something pretty to look at when you tell me it’s over?”

His grip tightened. “No.”

“Then why?”

He brought his hand up to cup the back of your head. He needed you as close as possible. “Because I can’t say it’s over. I want to. But I can’t. I will knowingly put you in danger just to see you again, to hear you again.”

He pressed his lips to the crown of your head. His first kiss has the aftertaste of salt and bitterness, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“Bringing you to see the stars like you always wanted is the least I can do. I’ll give you anything within my power ’cause I’m taking so much more.”

You wriggled in his grasp, pulling away just enough to look him in the eye. Your cheeks were stained with tears he didn’t even hear begin to fall. Instinctively, he brought his thumb to swipe it away, but your hand stopped him.

“You’re not taking anything, dumbass. I’m giving it willingly.”

Broadside’s eyes close as relief surged through his body. He relaxed even more at the feel of your forehead pressed against his.

“I don’t care about the danger. And take as much time as you need to make things as safe as possible. But you’re not the only one who can’t call quits, so don’t act like you’re carrying the burden alone.”

He couldn’t help the smile that spread easy as sin across his lips at your declaration. Knowing that you were as far gone as he was. Now that he had your knowing consent, that you could handle all that came with being together, there was nothing holding him back.

“So, I don’t have to plan such extravagant dates?”

You let out a peel of laughter in response, your delight breaking the last remnant of grief. “Oh, you absolutely have to try and top this next time. I’ll accept nothing less.”

Fueled by hope and the fire of his wanting, Broadside pressed his lips to yours, tasting starlight and a hint of the blumfruit juice you had earlier.

“I’ve created a monster,” he murmured into the kiss.

“Indeed, you have.”

Your smile against his lips is all the reassurance he needed to not care.

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jgroffdaily · 3 months

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Jonathan is unlikely to be involved, as he will still be contracted to Merrily, but there will be a benefit concert in London of Spring Awakening to mark the 15th anniversary of the London production.

Exclusive: June will bring a 15th anniversary concert staging of Steven Sater and Duncan Sheik’s multi-award-winning musical Spring Awakening.

The show, based on Frank Wedekind’s 1891 play of the same name, follows group of teenagers, silenced and controlled by a censorious society, discovering a new world of feeling and freedom. Numbers in the musical include “Totally F**ked”, “Mama Who Bore Me” and “The Song of Purple Summer”.

The musical opened on Broadway at the Eugene O’Neill Theatre on December 10, 2006, starring Jonathan Groff, Lea Michele, and John Gallagher Jr. It won eight Tony Awards, including Best Musical, Direction, Book, Score, and Featured Actor. Afterward, it embarked on a North American tour in 2008. The production then opened in London at the Lyric Hammersmith on 23 January 2009, before transferring to the West End’s Novello Theatre in March of the same year. The musical was revived on Broadway in 2015 and in London in 2021.

The 2024 concert, celebrating the anniversary of the original London production, is set to take place on Sunday 2 June 2024 at the Victoria Palace Theatre (customarily the home of Hamilton). Tickets will go on sale on 2 February 2024.

Sheik stated: “Spring Awakening is the first musical I worked on that managed to get to Broadway and then the West End. Being in London in 2009 for opening night at the Novello with that young and amazing cast was one of the highlights of my life. It is more than exciting that 15 years on, London gets to experience this anniversary concert, and I’m honored that I can be some small part of that.”

Sater added: “My youthful dream was to be a part of the theatre in London. So for me, our brilliant original production of Spring Awakening at the Lyric, and then at the Novello, was an answered prayer. Fifteen years later, to bring back that production for a one-night-only anniversary concert is like having that prayer answered all over again.”

This anniversary concert will also serve as a fundraiser for Imogen Kinchin. Imogen Kinchin was one of the original producers of Spring Awakening in 2009, guiding the show and its young cast. She was diagnosed with Stage IV Bowel Cancer in 2022. Proceeds from the concert will be donated to Imogen’s Fund, which supports bespoke treatment and her family’s needs during her battle with cancer.

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m-jelly · 1 year

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Unlikely familiar - Chapter 1

Pairing: God Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Magic/royal AU, fluff, romance, soulmates, falling in love, God Levi, wizard Hange, witch reader

Story concept: While trying to summon a familiar to help you, you accidentally awaken a destructive God and bond with him instead. Levi becomes your familiar but also reveals you are soulmates as told by the prophecy. While trying to learn magic and figure out how you feel about a lovesick and handsy God, you're trying to piece together Levi's past and discover if he really is as bad as old stories say. The more you love and care for Levi, the more his dark features begin to change back into his true God form. You slowly uncover the truth and lies linked to the mages of light and find out who the real evil is and try to clear Levi's name.

Chapter: You arrive at your new home and get to know your strange teacher of magic. After being teased by Hange for not having a familiar, you rush off and summon one only to summon an ancient God of destruction who adores you and calls you his soulmate.

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Part 2

The rider shifted in his seat as an uneasy gloom seeped into his soul. He shivered when he moved closer to the imposing forest. He ripped the reins for his horse and fought the urge to look back and the beautiful lady in the back. It was a warm spring day, so his carriage was open to the elements. He wanted to just take one peek at her.

He slowly turned his head and gazed at the woman in the back, you. He eyed you in your figure-fitting dress with long boots. He’d never seen a dress stop just above the knees before, but he just summoned it up to you being a mage. He saw you wrap your cloak around you that looked like the stars in the sky before pulling your wide-brimmed witch hat down on your head.

He turned his head back to the road before you caught him staring. He let out a long sigh and stopped the carriage before he got into the forest further. He felt a fear creep through him as stories of this place fluttered into his head. People talked in the pub of a crazy mage and a cursed land with an ancient evil in a deep sleep under the ground.

He felt terrible for stopping and making a lovely lady like yourself walk, but he was too scared. He hunched up a little and tried to hide in his coat as he spoke to you. “This is as far as I go.”

You knelt up in your seat. “Really?”

He nodded. “I don’t dare go further. I’m sorry.”

You hummed in thought. “It’s okay.” You climbed off the back and slung on your side bag with your prized book in. You picked up a large sack of a bag and smiled softly at the driver. “Thank you so much for bringing me this far.”

You knew he had to be scared because the mage who lived here had called themselves a wizard instead and had defected from the main order. Plus, mages and users of magic were rare and treated as upper-class citizens. Most mages were close with the royal family, but not you. You didn’t want to be involved with the main academy or the head mage. You wanted to go off on your own and learn about your unique powers.

You pulled some gold coins from your purse and handed them over to the rider. “I appreciate your kindness. You were the only person willing to take me this far.”

He blushed at the amount of gold you’d given him. “You’re…you’re welcome.”

You waved to him. “Be safe!”

“You…you too.” He watched you walk up a path and into the forest. “I’m sure she’ll be fine…”

You hummed a little song to yourself as you walked along the path and made your way deeper into the forest to the castle. To most, it would have scared them having the trees closing in on them, but to you, it was delightful and cosy. You loved how much life there was. Birds fluttered and sang around you, bees buzzed and moved from flower to flower, rabbits hopped around you and deer walked around and enjoyed the gentle sun.

You frowned when the animals seemed to hurry off. You looked up at the sky and knew that something was coming. You held your hand out and felt a droplet of water hit. You rummaged in your side bag and pulled out your book. You smiled as it floated before and the pages flicked to a blank page. You watched letters and colours swirl to reveal what you wanted. You reached your hand out and in a mix of purple and red light a cover shot up above your head to protect you from the rain.

You hummed a little as the pages flipped. “Perhaps some light too?” You smiled as a lantern jumped out of your book and floated around you as your book slipped back into your side bag. “Perfect. Thank you both for your help.” You turned and saw a wolf gazing at you. “Would you like to share my cover? You’re most welcome to.” You petted his head and couldn’t believe how massive wolfs were. “You seem friendly. I should give you a name.” You thought carefully before the right name popped into your head. “Máni.”

Máni’s tail wagged at his name. You petted him once more and began walking along the path with your head down at the torrential rain. You moved as fast as you could but the rain stopped. You lifted your head and noticed you were standing in a perfect circle in the forest with no trees. Your cover floated to the side allowing you to inspect the circle full of flowers. You smiled at how calm and relaxing it was. Animals seemed happy here.

You strolled to the middle and saw what looked like a little stone circle as if there was a grave or this spot was sacred. You felt a tingle go up your spine as you became energised. You gasped as a glow emitted from your skin. You knew this place had to be sacred or have something special buried here. You made a mental note to return to this spot because the priority right now was to get to the old castle and meet your mentor.

You returned to the path and heard the rain hammering down on the cover above your head. You climbed up a little hill and walked out of the forest to see mountains with snow on the top of them, a vast lake with a little island in the middle and a welcoming simple and small castle with one tall tower. You smiled softly at the lights in the windows knowing this was your new home now.

You cast your gaze over at your new friend. “Well Máni, I think we’re home.”

You pushed the grand wooden door open and stepped onto the small carpet. Your eyes darted around the home. The stairs were made of stone and led up to the first floor. A chandelier using magic floated in the middle of the room. Moving paintings of moving landscapes adorned the walls. It was cosy and warm. You felt relaxed and at home here.

You looked down at the wolf at your side. “Seems nice.” You wafted your hand making your light and cover disappear. “Hello? Master Zoe?” You pouted. “Hello!?” You gasped when you heard someone sprinting. You frowned a little as your eyes locked onto the start of the hall. Your eyes widened when you saw a brunette sprint out of the hall and rushed down the steps. You flinched when she tripped up on the last step and fell flat onto her face. “Oh shit! Are you okay?”

She whined. “I’m okay.”

You hurried over to her and helped her to her feet. “Can I get you anything?”

She adjusted her glasses and grinned. “I’m perfectly fine! Oh!” She leaned closer. “You’re cute!”

You softly giggled at the energetic woman. You gave your name and grinned. “I am the mage you’re expecting, though I prefer the term witch.”

“I’m Hange Zoe! I prefer wizard to mage.” She pulled a face. “Mage makes me think of Heimdall.”

You shivered. “Not a fan of him.”

“Oh, you met?”

You shook your head as you thought about the mage leader. “No, but I have seen his propaganda crystals and posters. I’m just not interested. Plus, I’m not like him and his magic minions.”

Hange tilted her head as delight filled her. “Really?”

You nodded and pulled out your book. “I’m like you and master Erwin. I control magic differently.”

“May I see?”

You presented the book and let it go making it float in a purple and red soft glow. Pages flicked and fluttered until they landed on an empty page. Hange gasped in delight as words and colours swirled on the page to reveal flowers. The flowers grew out of the page and floated towards Hange. She grasped them and squealed in delight at the divine scent drifting from the bunch.

Hange inhaled deeply. “Incredible. Such ancient magic.” She moved closer and looked at your book as it floated. “This is incredible. I look forward to training you!”

You took your book and put it in your bag. “I heard you experiment a lot.”

Hange lifted her necklace. “My magic is in crystals!”

You gazed at the crystal with dancing colours inside. “So, you make up new crystals to increase your power?”

“Indeed, I do!” She put her hands on her hips. “I’m one of a kind! Like Erwin, he’s elemental.” She looked down to see a wolf next to you. “He with you?”

You petted the wolf. “His name is Máni. He met me in the forest. He, not yours?”

Hange shook her head and studied the wolf. “I have lived here for years and have never seen a wolf before. He has red in his eyes too.” She slowly stood up as the story of the forest came to mind. “Oh, this is interesting. It could be possible he’s linked to an ancient being of this land. It was said a God roamed these lands and became consumed with rage that he slaughtered the mages of light and their families, so they locked him away. They say the creatures of the forests protect his cell.”

You fussed Máni. “Well, I saw no cell there in the forest.”

Hange smiled softly. “Well, prophecies are fun and all but likely not true.”

You frowned a little. “Prophecy?”

She nodded. “They say he will awaken again and destroy the light of the land, or something.”

“Is there supposed to be someone who wakes him up?”

She blew a raspberry in thought. “Something about his soulmate, or love. I can’t remember. I don’t think it was clear.” She winked. “I like the story cause it means everyone leaves me alone. NOW! Let’s get you to your room. Máni can come.”

You looked down at Máni as he followed you. “So, this guy is a special wolf?”

“I’d say so.”

You hummed a laugh. “Well, I’m happy to have him.”

Hange led you down a dark hall before coming to a stop in front of a door. She pushed it open to reveal a large room with a desk, a large lit fireplace, a sitting area, a balcony and a four-poster bed. “This is all yours.”

“Cosy, I love it.”

She walked over to your window and yanked the curtains open. “There we go!”

You placed your bag down and smiled. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

“There’s even a spot for your familiar.”

You blushed a little. “Familiar?”

Hange stared at you. “Yeah, don’t you have one?” She clicked her fingers making a blue squirrel jump out of a white portal and land on her head. “Every person who uses magic has one.”

You whined a little. “W-Well I’m working on it.”

She smirked at you. “Most summoned them when they were a kid.”

You pouted a little. “I get it, I need one. I’ll summon one soon.”

“Good.”

Hange accepted her breakfast plate from you. “Got a familiar yet?”

You went bright red at her question. You’d been with her for over a month training hard to perfect your skills, but you had still yet to do something so simple. Summoning a familiar was a child’s spell and yet you could never summon anything when you tried. You were embarrassed that you couldn’t do something so simple and Hange was winding you up about it.

You sat down in a huff and eat. “No.”

Hange smirked as she watched you. “A month here and still no familiar, huh? You know, it’s interesting that you can summon weapons and energy to destroy, but you can’t get a simple familiar to help.”

You slammed your empty cup down and stood up. “I can and I will!”

Hange watched you run out of the room with Máni following. “She’ll summon something strong easily. Her powers are routed in emotions. I can’t wait to see what she can do.”

You trudged through the forest as anger bubbled away inside you. You huffed and flicked your gaze to Máni. “I know she’s done it to wind me up, but I will get a familiar!”

Máni jumped in front of you and stopped you from walking. He bit the bottom of your dress and tugged you in a different direction. You stumbled along and followed him through the forest and to the clearing. Máni released your dress and trotted over to the stone circle. He sat by it and stared at you as if he was waiting for you to do something that you should know, but you didn’t understand.

You walked closer and sighed. “I don’t know what you want me to do. I’m not very smart.”

Máni stomped his paw on the ground at you.

You pouted. “I know, but I don’t know what to do!”

Máni walked over to you and shoved his head in your side bag and pulled out your magic book, along with some salt. He dropped everything on the floor, along with some candles and gazed at you.

“Okay, I’ll give it a go here. I seem to be strong in this circle, so let’s give this a go.”

You made a big circle of salt around the stones circle. You added little runic symbols belonging to the elements and the ancient gods. You placed your candles in the four corners of the world and lit them. You placed your book in the middle and stood on the edge of your circle. You raised your hands and began chanting under your breath making the book rise, the candles glow red and the salt burned a deep red. The wind rushed around you as the floor cracked inside the circle.

You looked down at your chest to see a black light just above your breasts. You gasped as the light turned into a circle with symbols of your familiar connection to you. You placed your hands on your chest and accepted the link. You smiled as you felt warmth spread through you as your soul linked with such a loving and kind soul. You opened your eyes and saw darkness fill the area.

You fell out of your circle as the earth below you exploded causing dirt to rain down on you. You crawled backwards as your heart raced in your chest. You screamed as a hand shot up from the ground and slammed on the grass right between your legs. You opened your legs up and shivered as you stared at the sharp black claws and scales on the hands that slowly merge with the skin of the person on their arm. You squealed as the claws dug into the ground.

Black horns appeared followed by broad shoulders. You gazed into the darkness of the male down to see red eyes open up and glare at you. Their mouth opened to show sharp canines. Black smoke swirled around them, crows fluttered above and cried out and Máni moved closer as if you had awoken his master. You began to panic because you’d never heard of anyone summoning a familiar that wasn’t an animal.

You turned and pushed yourself up to your feet. You scooped up your book and sprinted away from whatever you had summoned. Your lungs burned as your ran for your life. You were terrified that you’d summoned something you shouldn’t have. You had let your emotions get the best of you and now you had a big problem on your hands.

You glance back behind you to see if it was following you and it was. You screamed when you saw a black shadow with red eyes, horns and canines flying for you. You felt a burst of energy inside you to get somewhere safe. You felt betrayed by Máni that he’d bring you to such a dangerous place. Your mind raced as your thought about Hange’s story of the God in a deep slumber inside a cell. You were beginning to think you were the one in the prophecy, his soulmate.

You slammed your body into the door of the castle. You twisted inside the hall and shoved the doors closed. You panted and backed up a little before turning to a confused Hange. “I fucked up!”

Hange tilted her head. “Fucked up? How?” She eyed your chest. “You summoned your familiar finally.”

“Yes! But. But. But.” You gulped hard. “It’s not an animal!”

Both of you turned as the front door creaked and groaned before obliterating making shards of wood fly inside the room. You flinched as you felt a piece cut your neck and another lodge itself into your thigh. You inhaled as the black figure launched at you and pinned you against the floor.

Hange ran towards you but shadows wrapped around her and yanked her away. She screamed your name. “Hold on! I’ll save you!”

You wiggled under the dark mass and whimpered a little. You gazed up into the red eyes as your heart raced. Your eyes widened as the shadows went to reveal a handsome man below. Undercut raven hair framed a charming porcelain face. The corners of his face had little black scales that faded into his hair. A black pattern wrapped around his neck, like he was wearing a collar which meant he was your familiar. Your eyes dragged down to see muscles peeking out from under his low-cut black shirt.

Your eyes flicked up to his face when he spoke your name in his deep voice. You whimpered at him. “Y-yes?”

He stared at your breasts. “Tch, you…” He blushed as he looked into your eyes. “You’re…” He gulped hard and punched the floor by your head making it crack. “Damn it!”

You gasped as he flew back into smoke and out the door. You slowly sat up and stared out at the land. Máni walked up and through the doorway. He stared at you a moment, before walking over and sitting in front of you. You stared up at the big wolf and felt a slight connection to him, meaning the man who had pinned you was using the wolf to keep in contact with you.

Hange raced over calling your name. “Are you okay!?”

You gulped hard. “I uh…was I imagining things, or was he really attractive?”

“Oh, he was fucking hot as hell.”

You blushed bright red. “Did he blush and get flustered by me?”

“Yes.”

You put your head in your hands and whined. “Fuck.”

Hange checked your neck and thigh. “I need to heal you.”

“Are you a healing wizard?”

“Afraid not.” She helped you to your feet. “What I can do is give you fast healing cream.”

You limped with her to the lounge and sat down on a chair. You pulled your dress up and stared at the wood in your leg as Hange left you. “Shit.”

Hange ran back with a few things in her arms. She carefully pulled the wood out and then cleaned the wound. She pulled back when you flinched a little. “Sorry.”

You let out a shaky sigh. “I’m okay. Thank you.”

She rubbed cream on your neck before binding up your thigh and neck. “You should get some rest, okay?”

You nodded and stood up. “Thanks. I will go rest now. I uh…” You touched your chest. “Hange, he’s my familiar. What in the world is he?”

Hange shrugged. “No idea, but he seemed powerful. Just, go get some rest please.”

You waved to her and limped away. “Sorry about the front door. I can summon a new one.”

Hange winked. “I got it. I’ll make a special one with my crystals.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later or tomorrow.”

Hange waved goodbye to you before turning to where the door had been. She let out a long sigh and connected to the crystal on her necklace. She raised her arms making the wood come together and form a door with a few crystals. She closed her eyes and envisioned the door she wanted. Her eyes fluttered open to reveal a wooden door before her with a slight sparkle to it. She smiled in pride and knew it was perfect.

She gasped when the door creaked and groaned. “WAIT! DON’T BREAK MY DOOR!” She hurried over and threw it open to reveal the man who’d pinned you to the floor. “Who are you and why are you back?”

He glared at Hange, she was simply someone in the way of him getting to the thing he desired. “Where. Is. She.”

Hange shivered at his tone. “Who?”

He stepped into the castle as shadows whisp and curled off his body. “My soulmate.”

“Soul…who are you? You’re her familiar, right?”

He walked closer to Hange. “I am. We are bound together. She is my soulmate. She freed me.” He looked up the stairs when he felt the link to you. “I am forever bound to her. My soulmate. My heart. My lover.”

Hange blushed hard. “L-Lover?”

He locked eyes with her. “Yes. She is my soulmate and my love.”

“What do I call you?”

“Levi. I am the great God who was locked away and punished for other people’s sins.” He snarled. “I hate the mages of light. They destroyed my people, slaughtered innocent followers and almost wiped out those who followed me.” He clenched his clawed fists and softly said your name. “I must protect her.”

Hange watched in awe as he moved up the stairs in a low-cut shirt, high-waisted tight trousers and a long coat. She blinked a few times as she processed his words. “The…the God story…it’s real?” She shot after Levi. “Wait! Levi!”

He glanced back at her. “Hurry with your questions, I have a lover to see.”

“You barely know her!”

“Our souls are linked. I know everything about her and she will slowly know me through dreams and visions.”

Hange followed him down the hallway. “So, you’re really a God?”

He looked back at Hange. “Indeed, I am. I used to take care of this land and care for people. Those who controlled magic around me were witches and wizards, but when I was seen as a wicked God by those outside then witches and wizards were hunted down.” He paused a moment. “I can still remember the blood and terror…” He clenched his clawed fist. “Leave me.”

Hange stopped in the hall. “Be careful with her. Don’t fluster her too much! Her power comes from her emotions!” She let out a long sigh. “A God is in my castle…” A smirk spread on her lips. “Awesome.”

Levi stormed down the hall as he followed your aura. His rage he had seething in him for years slowly ebbed away the closer he got to you. His shoulders relaxed as he stood outside your door. He pushed the door open slowly and peeked inside to see you wrapped up in bed sleeping soundly.

You were a vision to behold. Levi was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He drifted over to you as if he was pulled by a magnet. He sat on the bed and reached towards you but paused a moment when he saw the bandage on your neck. He felt guilt wash over him when he realised that he had hurt you today. He pulled back and clenched his clawed fists tightly as rage towards himself seeped into him.

He flinched when he heard a gasp. He flicked his red eyes to gaze on you to see you were awake and sat up in bed clutching your duvet against your chest. He moved closer to you. “I hurt you.”

You reached up and touched your neck. “I’m okay. I need rest and I’ll heal fine.”

“I can heal you faster than some simple cream and a bandage.”

You gazed back at him. “Who are you? What are you? Why are you here?”

He shifted closer to you as his clawed hands gripped the inside of your thigh. “I am Levi. I am a God. I was trapped and locked up in my world for many years, but you freed me. My soulmate.”

Your cheeks burned. “I’m not…you…umm…”

He grabbed the duvet you held up and slowly dragged it down. “You freed me. You allowed me to walk again. Thank you.” He eyed your body in your white nightdress. “Though, I wouldn’t have expected anything less from my soulmate.”

You nipped your lip. “Soulmate.”

He gazed deep into your eyes. “Yes.” He leaned closer, his lips almost touching yours. He sighed causing his lips to heat your lips. “We are meant to be. I know everything there is to know about you. In time, you will come to know me with dreams and visions.” He placed his hand on your chest. “Our bond will connect us.”

You stared at his neck. You reached over and lightly touched the pattern on his neck that looked like a collar. “How can a God be a familiar? It’s not possible.” You pulled back and pouted. “I still haven’t made a familiar.”

“I’ll be yours. When others you don’t trust bother you, I will simply become a black cat.”

You gripped your nightdress and hummed. “Okay. Thank you.” You frowned in thought. “I still can’t believe I summoned a God of all things.” You lifted your head as he started unwinding the bandage. “May I ask something?”

“You can ask me anything.”

You sighed a little. “Máni, was he you?”

Levi folded up the bandage. “He is a part of me, yes. He was the only part of me I managed to get to stay out here. I kept an eye on the world that changed so much. Máni found you in the rain and sent a link to me so I could see you. I knew you were the one.”

“The one? You mean the one to free you. That’s all I am. I’m the key to the lock.”

Levi leaned closer and dragged his tongue up your neck. “You are so much more than that. You are my everything. You are the soul I love more than life itself. You are my world and I adore you. My sweet soulmate.”

You shivered at the feeling of his hot tongue against your skin, then his deep voice near your ear. “Le-Levi. What are you doing?”

He pulled back a moment. “Healing you.”

You gulped hard as his clawed hands wrapped around your thighs and parted your legs. “Healing? But you licked me.”

He lay down and gazed at the bandage on your thigh. “I could heal you through touch, but this way is faster.” He pulled the bandage away. “Plus, I enjoy making my soulmate feel good.”

You covered your mouth with the back of your hand as you moaned softly. Your legs shifted and toes clenched as the darkly handsome God between your legs kissed, licked and sucked at the wound on your thigh making it heal up. You gazed at the clean skin as if nothing had happened, but Levi kept showering his love on the spot.

You shoved your dress down as you softly whimpered. You blushed as Levi pulled his tongue back into his mouth and watched you a little. “I just…I’m…I’m sensitive.”

Levi slowly crawled up the bed towards you. “Such a delicious meal. You taste so sweet. I want to bite you so badly.”

You turned your head away before he could kiss you. “Slow down, please.”

“I have waited for hundreds of years for you and yet you wish for me to wait?”

You looked deep into his eyes as your heart raced in your chest. “I um…I won’t deny that there is a connection between us, but you are a God and I am just a witch. I am trying to process everything. Don’t get me wrong, I do want to do so many things with you that I know you are thinking of but I need a moment.”

Levi flopped onto his side and lay next to you. “Then waiting I shall do.”

You looked down at Levi. “You…you’re quick to obey.”

“Though I am a God, I am your familiar.” He tapped his neck. “You have control over me. You’re a very powerful witch to have a God at your every beck and call.”

You slowly lay down and sighed. “Do you plan on seeking your revenge? I heard you want to destroy the mages of the light.”

“In due time.” He reached over and played with your hair. “I made a promise to my people I would. I failed them once before, I will not fail again.”

You shuffled closer to Levi. “What happened?”

“You will see soon enough.” He caressed your cheek. “Sleep, rest and dream of sweet things.”

You relaxed a little. “Oh, may I ask one more thing?”

“Of course.”

You frowned. “Why the hell did you scare me when you woke up and why did you break our door down? Also, why did you run!?”

He let out a long sigh. “I did not mean to scare you. I was merely excited to meet my soulmate finally. When it comes to breaking your door, you did slam it shut in my face and all I wanted was to be with you. As for the running? Well, when I had you pinned I thought you were so beautiful it flustered me a moment and I needed to cool off.” He held your chin. “Are you satisfied?”

You rolled over so your back was facing him allowing you to hide your flushed face, but Levi knew due to your connection and he was a God. “For now.”

Levi placed his hand on your waist. “May I rest with you? As your soulmate and familiar, it is my duty to protect you at all costs.”

“You may stay.”

Levi hugged you from behind. “Thank you.”

“You’re awfully polite for a God. You’re asking for permission from me.”

“If you hadn’t put a familiar bond mark on me, things would be a little different. I respect the magic laws.” He ran his lips along your should and up your neck. “Though it is awfully tempting to break the rules.” He nuzzled the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply. “It is also the fact that you are my soulmate. I respect the eternal bond we share and I would never break that. I respect you. I am yours and you are mine.”

You put your head in your hands and groaned. “I can’t believe my familiar is a destructive God.”

“And soulmate.”

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