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moonbaby26 · 3 years

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Title: One Shitty Friday Night (Part 2) *contains some smut*

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Set after the events of Deadpool 2, this is the conclusion from the previous part here. After your semi-disastrous double date night, you, Peter, Kitty, and Colossus head home with Deadpool and Russell in tow to face Logan, Charles, and Erik back at the mansion. You also get some well earned alone time with Peter at last, only to go back to chaos the following morning with Peter confronting Gambit, and Deadpool popping back in.

Warnings: It’s still a bit of Deadpool and all that entails, but only at the beginning and end. *In this part there actually is some Peter x Reader sex.* But you’re welcome to skip over that if uncomfortable with it. I clearly mark in red before and after any smut within the story so readers can choose what to read and still enjoy just the fluff and character interactions before and after if wanted. ❤️

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The ride home was surprisingly quiet actually. Colossus driving, with Kitty sitting shotgun in the front with him. Russell was in the second row seat behind Kitty, but the seat that normally would have been behind the driver had been taken out specifically with Colossus in mind to let his seat sit further back with his large height.

That just left the third row of three seats. With Peter still not in the best mood, you’d chosen to sit between him and Wade. But they’d mostly just been snacking on the cannolis the whole way home rather than saying or doing much of anything else.

You’d only eaten two in all, hungry but not wanting a stomach ache from the sweetness. You’d felt your own phone buzzing in your pocket most the way home too, but you refused to look at it yet. You could only imagine which friends were trying to call or text you about whatever was being said on TV and the internet now.

Kitty only told you that she’d messaged Xavier to tell him you were all on your way home. But you weren’t sure if she’d warned him about Deadpool and Russell coming with you. Or if she’d kept her phone out at all either afterward, afraid of what the Professor might say in response.

It could have been worse was what you kept thinking. It had been worse actually. Deadpool had once killed an Essex House staff member on live TV, while wearing an X-Men shirt, and with Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead also in camera view. But, given that that trouble had already come from him once, would the Professor be harder on you all this second time around? Would he still think you handled the situation as well as you could have or not?

By the time you felt the familiar turns up the long drive to the mansion, you realized that the period for anxiety was over. Whatever would be would now be.

Colossus had decided to park right in front the main entry doors instead of pulling down into the garage. Mostly just in case Wade’s welcome wasn’t a warm one. He could step right back outside if needed instead of already being in the depths of the compound.

Russell was actually the first one to speak though as you all climbed out the vehicle in front of the well manicured landscaping and dim accent lights.

“Holy shit, he is a rich son of a bitch.” The boy spoke, gaping a little at the sheer size of the mansion and the number of floors still above you.

“The cursing, Russell, please.” Colossus reminded. “There are younger children who live here.”

“Though they should be in bed,” Kitty responded, albeit sounding doubtful herself as she started up the entryway stairs.

They might normally be yes, but probably not if the rumor mill of tonight’s excitement was already burning through the place.

“Well I’ve actually never seen more than three people anytime I’ve been here. So there’s that,” Deadpool quipped.

“Yeah well, we were probably busy.” Peter retorted.

“Oh? Well yeah, maybe you were.” Wade replied, eyeing Peter. “Here’s a thought though, Peters. Maybe next time Ryan Murphy calls, just say N-O. No means no, right?”

“What-” Peter started to ask, but then thought better of it. It really wasn’t worth trying to piece together anything else Deadpool said into something more sensical right now.

As Kitty pushed open the doors and you all strode into the large foyer in front the main staircases, you weren’t sure what would be awaiting you. But the immediate, utterly ecstatic squeal that erupted from Deadpool next had all of you jumping before a gruff voice responded from up on the second floor landing.

“You have to be goddamn shitting me. You actually let that idiot follow you home?” Logan responded, the odd mix of disgust and annoyance so clear on his unshaven face.

“I thought you said no cursing here,” Russell complained.

“Logan is sometimes another matter...” Colossus attempted to answer with some neutrality, even as Deadpool was now bounding up the stairs towards the older man.

“Finally! Finally! I don’t even care if it’s just Tumblr and like two people and their FBI agents will see this! Beggars can’t be choosers! I missed you so much, papa bear!”

You stood there staring in complete disbelief, Deadpool looking as if he was actually going to try and hug the Wolverine.

You were likely all of the same mindset about the only way this could possibly play out, but Colossus was the only one to speak, pleading really. “Please, Logan! No blood on the inside of the house! You know how badly it would stain the floors!”

But Wolverine only growled, claws already aimed as Wade stopped just millimeters short, the metal tips now grazing the mercenary’s throat. “You heard him, Wade. Don’t give me a reason and you won’t be having to regrow limbs tonight.” Logan replied.

“You salty old bastard. We haven’t even seen each other in ages, you won’t return my calls, and this is the welcome I get?” Deadpool pouted.

“You’re bad luck walking, Wade. These kids don’t need you hanging around here for long.”

“Oh, and you’re such a tasteful role model. Grandpappy Wolverine teaching a class on cigar chain smoking, and stabbing your problems away this semester?”

“The fuck are you on about? How many people have you killed this month alone, Wade?”

“Twenty four and a half, thank you. And ask me how many of those never killed or raped someone themselves. How many the police never would have touched. What do you think I’ll say there?”

“Reason it all you want, bub. You’re just a wack job vigilante.”

“This could go on all night.” Kitty sighed. “Logan! Where is everyone else? We brought Russell with us, we need to take him to the Professor.”

Wolverine only softened slightly at Kitty’s voice, answering her. “Charles put in a curfew tonight, all students back to their rooms. Wade’s not allowed past the entrance, but the Professor is waiting for you in his study.”

“Discrimination.” Wade huffed, yet then posed in a mock seductive look. “But if you wanted me alone tough guy, all you’d have to do is ask.”

“Please do not make a mess, Logan. We will be back to collect him as soon as we can.” Colossus said with some concern, you all just starting towards the hallway that lead to Xavier’s office.

“No promises.” Logan called back before continuing, louder then so you could hear him even as you walked away. “And hey, Peter-”

“Yeah?” He answered back from your side, glancing over his shoulder at Logan.

“Your dad’s here, kid.”

Peter paused in his tracks, staring for a moment. You could see the emotions process through him before he took a deep breath. There was nothing more that any of you could do though. He just lifted a hand up in a wave of acknowledgement, finally starting to walk again. “Thanks for the warning,”

Even in all that had happened through the years though, going to see Xavier like this still brought back an odd sense of childhood. And that little feeling of dread to be honest. Not because you really thought he would be angry, but because you worried that you may have disappointed him. Which would have always been the worse of the two options in your own mind.

Colossus was the one to slide the ornate pocket doors open, you all trailing in behind him as you entered the study.

It was warm inside, the fireplace crackling and dancing. That fire was the only light besides a couple small table lamps and a TV now on mute, but still running the late night news.

You were but weren’t surprised to see Erik sitting there as well, a short glass of what looked like scotch in one hand. There was a chessboard as well, positioned between himself and Charles on a little table, the pieces clearly still in play.

As the TV flickered again though, you glanced back to it reflexively. You saw an exterior shot of the restaurant you’d been at only a short time earlier, now with police tape all around. It cut to a video of Colossus walking up to police cars with Giovanni in hand, but then just as quickly the flashing red and blue lights changed to the white flashes of cameras and yourself and Peter talking before the sudden kiss. You only looked to the floor in renewed embarrassment then, choosing not to read the ticker captions currently scrolling beneath the now looping video.

“Hey, Dad...” Peter said somewhat unsure, but still the first to speak. He’d shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket now, as he often did when nervous. “Didn’t know you were in town.”

“Peter.” Erik answered plainly though, taking a sip of his drink before setting it back down. “I only arrived this afternoon. I had been hoping for a quiet evening.” He looked briefly towards the television, but then coolly back to Peter. “But here we are aren’t we?”

“Erik,” Xavier warned lightly though, no doubt sensing Peter tense further at the tone.

“They aren’t children anymore, Charles.” Erik responded sharply. “And it never should have been allowed to get to this point. I told you from the beginning that they should have worn masks, they should have been discreet. Trying to craft this foolhardy public image of the new X-Men as some celebrity clean up crew for humans’ mistakes, it’s making a mockery of us all.”

The exasperated breath that came out of the Professor next told you that this was far from the first time that this subject had come up as a point of contention between the two. But the rest of you were quite helpless whenever Erik and Charles would start to argue in front of you.

Xavier countered, “As I have also said before, Erik, we all knew there would be some negatives from moving more into the public eye with our team. But how can mutant kind ever be accepted for who we really are if we only kept slinking in the shadows for the rest of our lives? It’s no different than Raven showing herself on camera all those years ago. You know what an impact that made on the youth in our community then.”

“But the humans are fickle. The magazines and the talk shows only jest at you now. What happens when they turn on you? When my son’s face is only on a wanted list in a database, Charles? What then?”

The anger and protectiveness flaring up in Erik’s tone only made the room even more uncomfortable, yet you didn’t find yourself surprised. Peter’s relationship with his father would never be an easy one, but you knew in the end that Erik did feel a sense of responsibility towards his progeny. And hell have mercy on anyone who did ever truly harm Wanda, Peter, or Lorna and word of it get back to their father.

Charles remained patient though, likely understanding those paternal emotions all too well himself. The Professor treated you all as well as his own after all. “The ones that wish to harm us already knew who we were, Erik. They don’t need to pick up that gossip drivel to find us. We protect ourselves by staying together, as we always have. They want us, then they’ll have to face us all. And Lord knows even gods have tried.”

Erik frowned, and for a moment you wondered if Xavier was saying something more to him telepathically. Something to make him finally quiet or at least agree to postpone the argument’s continuation for later in private.

Regardless of whether your instincts were correct or not on that, their conversation did end abruptly then. Charles switched to a warmer, but still slightly tired tone as he looked back to the rest of you. “Well, I know you’re all ready for tonight to be over. I won’t keep you much longer. Kitty, if you could make sure that weapon you confiscated ends up locked in Hank’s lab tonight, we’ll see about it later. Given that those men would not need something so extravagant just to dispose of other humans, I’m certain it was developed or at least purchased with our kind in mind. We will learn what we can.”

She nodded in agreement before he then turned his attention to the, to this point, uncharacteristically silent Russell with a kind look. “And Russell, I appreciate you deciding to give us a second chance. You’re welcome to stay of course. Did you still wish to speak to me? I know it’s late. Don’t feel obligated to stay and talk if this is all a bit much right now. We can always go over more about the school in the morning.”

“Um...” The boy blinked, not quite ready it seemed for any of the focus to be back on him so soon. And it was only then that you realized it was Erik that Russell kept staring at as he tried to formulate a real response. Actually Erik and briefly back to Peter, that tell tale look on the boy’s face that you’d seen so many times before when people realized who Peter really was, who his father was. Russell was maybe even regretting picking on Peter earlier now.

Charles certainly hadn’t missed that though. Surely sensing all the boy’s thoughts and feelings now as he continued. “It’s alright, Russell. Yes, Magneto does stop in here from time to time. We’re old friends. Yet I hardly think you should be so concerned with him when you’ve already gotten on quite well with my stepbrother haven’t you?” Xavier was actually smiling then. “To get on the Juggernaut’s good side, if even briefly, is quite impressive I must say.”

That did seem to finally break the ice a little then as Russell looked back to Charles. “Yeah, I... I needed a prison friend. A big one.”

“He is that, certainly,” The Professor responded. “Yet to answer the other questions still running through your mind -and forgive me to read you- but of course you can absolutely train with us to better learn to control your fire powers if you’d like. And yes, you may also have a television in your room. I think that’s a reasonable request after living in less than desirable conditions with Wade for this long.”

“Yeah, there were rats and the old blind lady sells cocaine.” Russell answered so matter of factly that the rest of you, minus Charles who was evidently now fully aware of Russell’s recent memories, all just stared.

“Despite his, ah, unique flaws, I can say that Wade would never willingly let anything happen to you.” Xavier just continued. “But yes, it would likely be best to give you a bit more sanitary and less illegal living conditions. And of course this would all be voluntary, if you find you don’t like it here after all, you’re always free to go as well.”

“Cool. Yeah.” Russell agreed. Though not really sure what else to say.

“Wonderful,” Charles just looked back to Colossus and Kitty then. “Can you two please see Russell to one of the empty rooms so he may pick one out to sleep tonight? And please let Wade know of his decision to stay for now.”

Colossus spoke up though before they all walked out together, “And am I sending Wade home as well? I do not think he and Logan can be peaceable for a whole night in the same building.”

“Agreed. Like oil and water there. I would prefer not to have to repair cerebro again either, as we’d had to from his last stay with us.” Xavier looked apologetic though to Colossus. “Is it too much to ask that you offer him a ride back home tonight?”

But Russell just cut in before Colossus could respond. “Nah, Wade already called a cab to meet him back here before we left town. You can just dump him outside now. Let him be their problem.” But even Russell knew to elaborate a little. “And it’s not some random person he might scare off. It’s his friend Dopinder. But you might want to give him some money first. He never pays the guy. Wade doesn’t carry a wallet. Tightwad.”

Kitty sighed. “I’ll cover it. I have cash. Never got to eat or pay for our dinner after all.” She glanced to you and Peter briefly. “Maybe next weekend?”

“We can try,” You offered quietly.

She smiled, understanding that sentiment that you all might want to lay low for awhile after this fiasco of an evening. “I guess we’ll see how we feel. Night, guys.”

“Night.” You and Peter responded to her in unison.

When Kitty, Colossus, and Russell had left the room, you happened to glance back at the TV, though you were at least a little relieved to see the news had finally gone off and by the captions it was just some talk show host joking about whatever a bigger idiot politician had done now.

But Peter’s voice brought your attention back to him.

“Are we free to go too?” He asked cautiously, maybe even more uneasy now that it was just the four of you as he looked to his father and Charles.

The two older men exchanged a glance of their own as silence hung for a moment.

Erik sighed eventually though to break it. His voice serious, but lacking it’s usual coldness. “You can’t keep diving into everything headfirst, Peter. You’re going to get yourself killed.” He seemed to be studying his son’s face a moment. “And what are those bruises even from?”

“I, uh...fell down a flight of stairs.” Peter answered, taking a breath as if to steel himself for further scolding, obviously that admission only adding to his father’s point.

Yet you interjected before Erik could respond. Before you could help yourself, as it wasn’t fair for Peter to be singled out here. “I’m the one that told him to go to the basement.” Normally Scott was mission leader, or maybe Ororo. This wasn’t a role you were used to, but you’d take responsibility where it was due tonight. “I thought it would be safest for him to go first, to disarm them all, but-”

“But you sent him straight into an ambush.” Erik countered. And when his gaze shifted to you with those words, it was clear that even after this long, it still had an effect. An intimidation factor that you could only hope didn’t show through in your expression.

But it was Charles that came to your defense. “That’s a gross over simplification, Erik. Peter had already examined the area on his own accord moments before to no harm. There would have been no reason for them to think he couldn’t return to it.”

For Xavier to already know that level of detail, meant he’d already searched you and Peter’s minds tonight as well, just as he had Kitty about the gun. Which honestly was okay with you as it meant you wouldn’t have to really explain everything that had happened and risk making things sound even worse.

But Erik was still staring at you both, looking displeased.

Peter shifted, uncomfortable with the quiet. “Look, if you’re going to yell at me for what I did on TV, then just get it over with. It wasn’t (Y/N)’s fault. I was the one that made us stay as long as we did, and I was the one that got pissed off at what those guys were saying. It’s always like no one can believe we’re still together. Like I have to keep proving it.”

That admission actually did catch you off guard. Especially to be said here in front his father, and well in all honesty sort of stepfather that Charles was for all intents and purposes. You immediately felt you should say something, but were even further stunned when Erik beat you to it.

“Peter, for God’s sake. You may have problems, but I assure you that (Y/N) is not one of them. Quit being so dense, boy.”

You blinked, unsure if you’d actually just received a rare semi-compliment from Erik.

But Peter just rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the pep talk, Dad. Yes, I know that. I’m saying how do I make everyone else know that? Some fatherly wisdom would be great right now.”

Erik frowned, looking annoyed at Peter’s reaction. “I’ve told you before, I can’t teach you self-confidence, no one can. Though I’ve always been willing to fight for what I wanted. That’s a start.”

“Erik, no.” Charles interrupted. “Peter, we all question ourselves from time to time. But when it comes to relationships, nothing going on on the outside will matter as long as you focus on keeping things strong between the two of you. Weakness there is the only way those outside troubles can get in to break things down.”

“Oh typical, Charles. So it’s still turn the other cheek to everything else then? Pacifism is not how love is won.” Erik replied, now staring back at Xavier.

“Love is not a thing to be fought over, Erik, and neither is (Y/N). People are not trophies to be claimed.” The Professor responded, meeting Erik’s gaze easily.

“Okayyyy,” Peter said, glancing to you and the no doubt really uncomfortable expression on your face now. “I think we’re just going to go to bed now.” His voice was getting a little quicker as he touched your arm as if to usher you out with him. “We’ll be more careful next time, we learned our lesson, so sincerely sorry and humbled, good nigh-”

“Peter.” Erik called back though before you could both reach the doorway.

Peter looked back reluctantly, only to see Erik now holding up a phone.

“Do at least message your sisters tonight to tell them you’re alright. As refreshing as it is to be receiving so many calls from them this evening, it’s only you they wish to speak to.”

“Uh, sure,” Peter offered, a little surprised. “I haven’t even looked at my phone. I will. Night!”

“Good night.” You also managed, speaking back at least politely to the two men just before Peter hurried you out into the hallway.

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You’d both chosen to take one of the other halls afterward, as to avoid the front foyer and any drama that may still be occurring there if Wade and Logan were still facing off. There was another set of stairs at the back of the house, and it’d been a real relief not to run into anyone else on the way as you took them up to your floor.

By the time you finally got to your bedroom, you didn’t bother to turn on the ceiling light, just switching on the lamp at your bedside end table as you sat down on the bed. You pulled off your shoes, and heard Peter’s jacket already hitting the floor before his own weight hit the bed, making you bounce slightly.

“Ugh,” He said, already barefoot and stretched out behind you laying on his back. “That was awkward right?”

“What part of the night specifically?” You questioned, throwing off your own coat into a then indiscernible pile in the darkness outside of the lamp light. Normally you were the one picking up after Peter, but you weren’t in the mood to hang up or fold anything tonight.

“Good point,” He conceded. “But I was mainly thinking of Dad and Charles. Sorry to drag you into that.”

Yeah, that had been pretty weird. “Well, Xavier was just trying to help. And I think your Dad was too...in his own way. I guess.” There wasn’t a whole lot you could add to that. Peter’s insecurities could flare up from time to time still, but he’d actually gotten a little better over the years. At some point he had finally realized you really were going to stick around. It wasn’t just pretty words and passing teenage hormones.

After you’d actually started rooming together officially, you knew there had even been some joking from your friends about Magneto one day becoming your father-in-law. But you tried not to humor any of that. You were in no hurry, and felt further commitment to that level would have to be Peter’s decision. It wouldn’t be fair to put him under that kind of pressure.

You knew he had reservations on the subject when none of his father’s marriages had ever worked out. He wouldn’t say it outright, but you were sure Peter felt there was still some sort of family curse there that he didn’t want to tempt fate with. As if making you his spouse would be the final straw and something would come to take all his happiness away.

You felt him moving a little then as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Alright, before I forget, group message to Wanda and Lorna...” But he paused, looking up at you with just a blank white screen on the phone. “What do you think I should tell them?”

“Peter, they’re your sisters.” You smiled, not sure why this would be a question to you. “Just say you’re fine, you’re back at the mansion, and you’re going to bed. You can always call them tomorrow.”

He made a face at that though, “What if I don’t want to call them tomorrow? They’re just going to lecture me. Oh, I know!” He smirked as if he’d thought of something clever, adding to whatever he was already typing. “Dad already fussed at me. So don’t worry about it. Wanda, tell mom the same thing. ❤️👍”

He turned the screen to show you. “Think that will work?”

“Genius.” You replied.

“Smart ass.” He grinned, but sent the message before quickly turning his phone back on silent and setting it on the other end table.

You took your own phone out your pocket, intentionally not reading the number of notifications left on the home screen as you also set it to the side before standing up to take your pants off.

You’d just slid them down, trying to step out of them when a sudden pinch to your backside almost had you stumble forward, one foot still stuck in a pants leg.

“Speaking of ass...” Peter teased, pulling his hand back before you could smack it.

“So the cannolis gave you a second wind, huh?” You turned, not surprised to see that devilish grin starting as he now looked you over while you next removed your shirt. You’d think he’d be used to this view by now.

“I was feeling hopeful, yeah,” he replied, though remaining where he was in the bed as your shirt joined your pants on the floor. “Of course I am still pretty tired,” He added, “Maybe you could help me out here?”

You raised one eyebrow as he motioned to the zipper of his jeans. Oh, so this was how it was going to be? He seemed so pleased with his idea though, you couldn’t help but be amused.

***smut starts here, scroll on to skip*** “So pitiful, my poor speedster.” You said, albeit smiling as you climbed into the bed. You straddled him gently, seeing that needful look already beginning to cloud his eyes as he still laid on his back beneath you.

You were tired yourself, and hungry still, but you’d survive until morning. This effort for some physical intimacy seemed worth it to at least end this bizarre night on a good note for the both of you.

And you knew you both wanted it. He might be making a play that he was going to make you do all the work right now, but you highly doubted he’d have the self control to not jump in once things actually got going.

You pushed his shirt up, running both your hands up the sides of his torso. Like anyone would expect for someone as fast as him, he was built lean, though there was sinew there. Just that bit of muscle, storing all that energy, ready to take off at a moment’s notice.

The room was cool. It was still winter and the high ceilings didn’t do much to keep heat near the floor. You knew your hands would be a little cold as well. So you willed just the slightest bit of your energy field from your palms, warming them as you stroked his chest. You could see the bit of bruising here and there from his earlier fall, but luckily nothing extreme.

He relaxed his head into the pillows behind him, clearly enjoying the feel even as you heard his breathing increase slightly. He liked to be petted, but you knew it would be too much of a tease for him if you focused above his waist for too much longer.

You left his shirt pushed up to bare his abdomen to you, even as your hands ran carefully back down, stopping at his belt. Never quite the typical guy when it came to fashion, it wasn’t a normal peg and hole type, but actually an old seatbelt buckle. You undid it with a click, pulling it out through the belt loops of his pants as he arched a little to take his weight off the back and fully free it.

Once that was out of the way, you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with little fanfare. His normally loose boxers were already a little tighter though you noticed.

He made a noise, shifting into the touch as you cupped him with your hand. You massaged the area through the fabric, feeling him gradually stiffen as you got a little more forceful.

By the time he was fully erect, it was all too simple to slip him through the now stretched open flap in the boxers.

You had been intending to stroke him now, but on a whim you decided to go another route. Something a little less predictable you hoped, but what you knew he would still like. You doubted you were all that good at it really, but he’d never complained before.

And you could tell he was surprised, you heard him take in a quick breath as you lowered your mouth down on him, sucking him as he spread open his legs for you. You couldn’t take him in too deep without gagging yourself, but you tried to make up for it by moving up and down gingerly as you used your tongue as well.

It must have been stimulating enough for him though as you felt his hand on the back of your head shortly after, and felt his hips starting to rock rhythmically against your mouth.

He gave a quiet moan, he was so very hard now, but you didn’t let up. You knew sometimes, especially if it’d been a while since you’d last had a chance to be intimate together, he may actually cum fairly quickly. But if he did, then he did. You weren’t worried about whether you got anything in return tonight. Truthfully, your heart was already pounding, the heat in you building, just because you knew he was so aroused.

It was always give and take, and there was no rule of whose turn it was at any given time.

His whole body stiffened a little and for a moment you thought that would be it. But his hand moved to your shoulder suddenly instead, pushing you back as you released him in response.

You pursed your lips as you looked back up at him, that little bit of irritation still felt on them of where they’d dragged against him.

He was already sitting up though, pulling his shirt off completely before he tossed it off the bed. “Come on, babe, clothes off please.” He breathed, his silver hair falling into his dark eyes as you moved off of him and he laid back again just long enough that he could pull off his jeans and work his erection free from his boxers before they ended up cast out into the darkness as well.

While you’d been watching him, you’d also been unhooking your bra as requested, tossing that away. Which left only your underwear before you’d slid it down your legs, flicking it off too once it’d only been left swinging from one foot. He closed the small distance between you so fast then, you were sure he’d actually just used his powers before you felt his lips against yours. Desperate almost, as his tongue pressed through immediately afterward.

You shivered, not expecting the feel of his fingers against your entrance almost simultaneously. Just two of them, moving methodically against you. The room felt far from cold now. But you were just kissing him equally as hard now as he started to push his fingers in further, testing your readiness.

By the time you trembled again from his probing, you knew you were fully wet enough. It was a mutual realization evidently as he broke the kiss, urging you to turn so your back was facing him as he moved behind you on the bed.

You understood what he wanted as he kneeled behind you. You let yourself lean down onto your elbows in the pillows, but also on your knees in the back as you felt him grab your hips from behind. You arched your back, curving your back downward to help angle yourself into him as you felt his tip pressing into you.

As wet as you were now, he only had to try a couple times before he was able to slide fully in. To the hilt so to speak as you felt his torso now pressed flush against you. Already that slight sheen of sweat was starting where your skin touched together as he began to thrust.

The bed was creaking, and you bit back a moan of your own, never quite sure how thick the walls really were in this house. It was kind of an unspoken thing that as long as precautions were taken, and the others in the house didn’t have to hear or see anything you did in the privacy of your own room, then no one would care if people coupled up. For the two of you, precautions only meant a birth control pill, not worrying about condoms any longer after several years of monogamy.

His thrusts were getting even more uneven though, which told you he was close to orgasm. But you couldn’t help but push back against him yourself, panting a little as you felt him grab and squeeze one of your breasts. He was supporting himself with his other arm as he leaned forward suddenly, still inside you as he nipped you lightly on one shoulder, then kissing the same spot before he breathed in your ear.

“How do you always feel so good?” He murmured.

As he let go of your breast, you felt his hand go back between your legs. Even though he was still buried fully in you, his fingers went back to teasing the outside. The over stimulation left you shuddering, and you knew he was trying to get you to orgasm first.

His fingers just kept moving as he started to thrust again. You loved that feeling of fullness, when he was all the way inside, but it was the added teasing of his fingers where you were most sensitive that finally sent you over the edge. Your muscles inside spasming around him then as that unmistakable burst of euphoria went through you, leaving every piece of you trembling.

He clearly felt your orgasm, only moving both hands back to your hips then. Pulling you back against him as he thrust roughly several more times, enough to get his own release as you felt his erection pulse in its own right, knowing he had then let go inside you as you felt that warmth already dribbling back out onto the bedsheets.

Even though you’d started the foreplay, he’d done most the work for the finish. Yet you still felt spent now, only rolling onto your back after he pulled out, trying not to let too much of his seed run back out of you and onto the bed.

He was still breathing a little unevenly as he left the bed only long enough to go grab a clean hand towel from the bathroom. One of those pluses of having had the mansion rebuilt back then was that so many more of the rooms now had their own bathrooms. And after he’d wiped the residue off of himself, he handed you the towel. You dabbed up the small spot on the bed, before wiping off the remainder from your skin as well, then tossing the towel unceremoniously onto the floor with everything else.

Peter turned off the end table lamp before climbing back into the bed beside you in the darkness. The only light then coming from the moon and starlight through the thin curtains at the windows.

You were both still naked, and a little bit hot as you only pulled the covers as high as your waists, knowing the room’s cool air would chill you quickly enough now that no more physical exertion was taking place.

Hot or not though, his arms went around you as he then pulled you into a spooning position in the darkness. You actually felt that he was still about half hard too as it touched against your backside again, you now both laying on your sides with your back to his chest.

***sex over, you’re safe to start reading again*** “That almost made up for this entire night,” He joked quietly, kissing the back of your neck a couple times before you felt him smile against your skin. He moved one of his hands to trail it lightly over your hip, the sensation tickling you slightly as he spoke again. His voice was soft, a true contentment in his tone. “Love you.”

That wasn’t a phrase he said often. But the both of you seemed to save the word as to never water it down. When it was said, it made it really mean something more.

You reached down for his hand that’d been playing with your hip, grasping it warmly and weaving your fingers between his. “I love you.” You said simply, no need to elaborate on what was just a fact.

He squeezed your hand a little harder, but said nothing more, you both just enjoying the touch and comfort of each other’s presence.

You moved your head a little more into the pillows, getting just right as you closed your eyes.

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Your dreams faded in and out, nothing you could remember in detail though as the sunlight on your face now had you squinting. You thought of just pulling the blanket back over your head, but your brain started to register the smell of food as well. Bacon specifically as you lifted your head a little, trying to focus.

“It lives!” Peter joked from beside you, sitting cross legged on top the blankets and just in his boxers again. Two plates of food sat in front of him, the source of the smell you realized as you sat up a little, pulling the sheet up enough to cover your bare chest in the cool room.

Very rarely did he ever wake before you, and your still half asleep stare of confusion only made him smirk a little.

“I had to pee.” He said through a mouthful of food, a sausage biscuit with a large bite already taken out of it in one hand, and a video game controller pressed down into the bed with the other. His hand with the controller was blurring slightly as he moved it just fast enough to work the joy stick and buttons simultaneously. “Then I remembered they released that new DLC last night. Had to try it out. I turned the volume down though. Considerate right?”

And it was indeed silent, not the usual grunts and blasts and screams from that gory fighting game he loved so much. His character was currently comboing another into oblivion on the small TV across from the end of your bed.

Your lack of any real dinner the night before had you focusing back to the food in front of you though.

“Go on,” Peter encouraged. “I knew you’d be hungry. It’s not all for me.”

Normally you were against eating in bed, just from the crumbs and general mess it could make. You’d had the misfortune to find the sticky remnants of Twinkies and the like from Peter’s late and early snacking many times.

Yet even as you picked up one of the amazing looking sausage and egg biscuits for yourself, you wondered if anyone else was now going without. Was it stolen goods? “Where...did this come from?” You asked, voice still a little hoarse from just waking, even as you bit down hungrily.

But the implication of your question didn’t even faze him. “Oh there was plenty. Raven told Hank he didn’t know how to cook, so guess who wins? Us when he made three damn trays of these things.”

“Sounds like she had a plan.” You responded, also grabbing a couple pieces of bacon now.

“Totally.” He agreed. “And orange juice is on the end table, babe.”

You glanced to your side, indeed just noticing the glass beside you then. “Well, you’ve been busy.” But your attention eventually drifted back to him only sitting there in his boxers after you’d taken a few sips of juice. “Did anyone even see you?”

“Nah. Maybe they felt an errant breeze or two.” But he was grinning in a way that still gave you pause.

You watched him a little while longer, only feeling more and more sure before you finally offered out the accusation. “No. You did something. Something else...”

He’d already emptied his plate now, both hands on the video game controller then as he seemed to put his focus solely back to the TV screen. Intentionally of course before he grabbed the nearby remote to start turning the volume back up.

“Peter.” You spoke anyway, knowing full well he could still hear you. “Did we not just scrape by last night without any big consequences? You’re going to put that goodwill to the test already this morning?”

“It’ll be fine.” He answered. “It’s nothing.”

Your eyebrows raised a little. His ‘fine’ and yours could sometimes be completely different things. You sighed, going back to eating the food in front of you as Peter’s character liberated the head off another in a ridiculous fountain of CGI blood.

If you could just finish your breakfast before the next possible calamity-

The bedroom door absolutely rattled in its frame with the pounding on it that almost had you spilling the juice in the bed. By the time your annoyed look moved to the spot Peter had just been, the video game was already paused. Only yourself now alone with whoever was on the other side of that door.

“Just say I’m not here!”

You couldn’t even tell where the whisper came from. Peter either hiding in the closet or maybe the bathroom, they were too near each other to tell.

“I’m not even dressed!” You retorted just to him, quite literally naked as you tried to disentangle yourself from the blankets without dumping your food plate, while simultaneously setting the glass of juice back onto the end table.

Peter said nothing more, so you could only call out that you were coming as you anxiously tried to find some of your clothes from the night before. You were able to find your underwear, and the um, incriminating towel, but that was about it. Sure it’d been dark, but how on Earth anything else could have gotten much farther or under something so quickly was beyond you. You kicked the towel under the bed, and you just had to settle for Peter’s t-shirt crumpled in your path as you grabbed it up and yanked it over your head, hurrying for the door.

You still tried to tug the shirt down as far as you could though, at least covering your panties and butt you hoped before you finally pulled the door open. Pantsless, barefoot, and probably with bedhair as you stared up into the glowing red eyes of a very irritated looking, and entirely shirtless Remy LeBeau.

His expression softened just slightly at the sight of you, his lips curling into a handsome smile. But one that didn’t quite reach those crimson eyes. “Mornin’, cher...so sorry to intrude, but I need to have a few words with that boy toy of yours.”

Yet you were staring still, taking time to process the sight before you. There was black...large black streaks all across his face. It circled his eyes in a cartoon like representation of glasses. Though he already had some stubble on his face, the streaks condensed around his mouth as well, like the upturned mustache and goatee of an old timey villain. As if he should be going to tie up some poor girl to train tracks somewhere.

“Oh my God,” you breathed. Permanent marker, seriously? How old were all of you again? “Remy, I’m sorry.” You thought about saying something about how Peter had let those paparazzi get under his skin last night. But it wouldn’t matter. Not if none of these boys were in the mood to be reasonable right now.

“You know you’re not going to catch him.” Is what you finally said. “Please don’t blow up my bedroom trying.”

“And he ain’t worth my chasin’, petite. I just want to talk,” Remy insisted though, voice as smooth as you’d ever heard it as he leaned against your doorframe in only a pair of pajama pants.

But the few playing cards now flitting between his fingers told you otherwise on his supposed peaceful intentions. Yet when he saw you look down at them, another one appeared seemingly from nowhere in his other hand.

He offered it to you, “But if he isn’t man enough to show himself, at least I get the pleasure of your company, non?”

The card was the king of hearts of course as he palmed it into your hand before you could think to stop him. But you knew it wouldn’t be charged if he was handing it to you like that. You trusted him at least that much.

Yet you were quite sure he was still only trying to lure Peter out by audibly flirting with you now. And sadly, it would probably work. “Remy, can you two just save it for the danger room?” You tried again. “It’s too early, really. I was just trying to eat breakfast.”

“Well, seeing as how you’ve been ditched, I don’t see why someone like you should have to eat all alone.” He answered effortlessly, just strolling past you further into the bedroom as if there was no awkwardness in this at all.

In a moment of panic you wondered if it’d be best to just call for backup. Your cell phone wasn’t very far. Was everyone awake already? What if you just called Rogue? That’d be the most straight forward right? Oh, but you could imagine that conversation. Hey girl, come get your man out of my bedroom please? Yet she totally would. He’d be as helpless as a toddler if she decided she was dragging him out.

“You know,” Remy said, considering a little as he palmed one of the uneaten biscuits right off the tray like it was a bauble to steal. “I did think we looked good together in those pictures they printed from the beach. It’s only natural you know. When two people have chemistry, everybody can see it.”

And that was it, the final straw. You didn’t even know why you still jumped when the bathroom door flung all the way open. The window opened too, a couple cards Remy had already thrown then exploding out there harmlessly like little fireworks as Peter had redirected them outside.

Your bedsheet seemed to have a mind of its own as it ripped off the bed and tied around Gambit as well, pinning his arms to his sides as he was forced to then kneel in front of you.

Peter reappeared at your side, looking down at his handiwork as he scowled at the other man. It was a rare expression on Peter’s face, but a little more jarring for that reason.

“Apologize to (Y/N).” Peter demanded. “Or you’re going out the window next.”

But you knew Remy’s wounded pride meant there would be no such possibility of deescalation now. They were going to have to be physically separated and given a cool off period no matter what. As you considered whether to actually put a shield around one or both of them to essentially begin preparations for mutant time out, Remy was already countering back at Peter, a mocking tone rolling off his tongue.

“Alright. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry that you got saddled with a jealous little boy who goes after rivals in their sleep rather than face them like a man. And then just hides behind that same woman he thinks they’re going to take from him, yeah?”

Oh for God’s sake! You dropped the card Remy had given you, that you’d for some reason still been holding. You powered up, trying to catch both of the guys in two of your force fields, Peter had already been in movement though. In actuality you’d only ended up shielding Remy just before Peter had kicked the field, looking as if the hit had been intended for the Cajun’s chest.

“Don’t protect him!” Peter looked to you in surprise.

“I’m protecting both of you!” You responded, then glowing white and hovering now several feet off the floor in your annoyance.

“Kinky.” A new voice spoke, followed by a sing song voice that unfortunately you did now recognize as Deadpool continued. “I see London, I see France, I see (Y/N)’s underpants!”

With your energy humming around you, Peter’s shirt you were wearing was now billowing up a little you realized. Indeed giving a full view to all those below you. You dropped back to the floor immediately, but didn’t power down, keeping the field around Remy as you turned to look at the several people now standing in your doorway.

“You know, this is exactly how those rumors start,” Ellie said in her usual dry tone, taking in the truly bizarre scene of the three of you. “Putting on some clothes might be a good first step. Or you know, at least closing the door.”

The girl otherwise known as Negasonic Teenage Warhead was never one to mince words, even to you all, her sort of superiors. Her girlfriend Yukio only stood beside her, smiling a bit sheepishly.

“Yeah, don’t mind us you little OT3, I just came back to bring Russel his stuff.” He motioned to the boy, who was now also staring at you all. “And your boss Charlie X said I had to have an escort, so I got my old buddies here Nega-angst and Yukio-chan. Oh and-”

Deadpool suddenly grabbed another man who had been standing behind them, bringing him to the front. “This is my all time best buddy Dopinder, he wanted a tour of mutant Hogwarts as well.”

“Hello.” The young man waved a bit shyly. “It is an honor to meet more of DP’s superhero allies.”

“Hey.” Peter said oddly to them after a moment, then looking back to you again. The randomness seemed to have snapped him out of his fixation on getting even with Remy at least for the moment. It now looked like he was waiting for guidance from you on what to do next.

You heard an audible sigh from Remy then as he spoke up. “I rather not destroy your sheets, cher. Truce for today?”

You glanced back to Peter first though before letting down the shield. Making sure he’d agree to untie him. Peter looked reluctant still, but eventually nodded.

And with that you powered down, your field around Remy disappearing as all the energy faded back inside you. In another instant he was completely untied, the sheet semi neatly back on your bed then. You knew some of the food had to have gone flying wherever when Peter had ripped off the bedsheet earlier in their scuffle. But you didn’t really care right now.

“Woah, woah. Is that the new MK game?” Wade just questioned suddenly, then seemingly oblivious to all else as he strode into your room as well.

Why no one had any boundaries today, you had no idea.

“Wait, we get video games too?” Russell also sounded impressed, just following.

“Some of us,” Ellie replied though, giving Peter a skeptical look. “That one might have had a five finger discount.”

Peter huffed at her, non committal on the truth of that statement though, “It’s the new one, yeah. The new DLC just added more characters too.”

You didn’t even care anymore honestly as Wade pulled off his mask and hopped immediately onto your and Peter’s bed, grabbing a controller. “Dibs on Johnny Cage, mother fuckers. Let daddy show you how it’s done.”

“Hey, I want to be Scorpion!” Russell replied, actually sounding like the fourteen year old he really was for once.

And you saw Peter was already digging out another controller from his gaming pile as he scoffed at them both. “Man, you can try. I’ll wipe the floor with you and buzzcut you down to bloody stumps with Kung Lao.”

“Dopinder, google Johnny Cage combos, stat!” Deadpool requested as his friend hurried in, dutifully sitting on the floor and pulling out a cell phone to do just that.

Remy was actually the only male in the room to not be sucked in as he gave you a little look while walking back out. “Later, petite. Sorry for real about the fuss. You know he just irks me.” He leaned in a little closer just to you though. “And I know you’re faithful. He just needs to leave me out of it. Quit readin’ dem damn gossip magazines, yeah?”

“Yes.” You agreed with a smile. A little optimism returning that maybe the two of them could be reasoned with after all. “See ya, Remy.”

He nodded, winking at both Ellie and Yukio as well before he slipped past them and out down the hall. Yukio giggled, but Ellie only rolled her eyes.

“Well, if you put some pants on, maybe there’s still some breakfast left down there. Want to go?” Ellie asked you, crossing her arms. She smirked then though, the guys now commentating and mocking one another like there was some big sporting match going on just a few feet from you. “Let Wade be Peter’s problem for a while, I think you’ve earned it.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed without much hesitation. If Peter needed you, it’s not like it’d even take him two seconds to find you, even with the size of this house.

You did see him glance back ever so briefly as you dug some sweatpants out your dresser drawer and pulled them on though. You made an eating gesture and he nodded, understanding where you were going.

He also made a motion like drinking and you knew that meant he wanted you to bring him back some soda. The more sugar the better for him.

As you walked back downstairs with Ellie and Yukio, Ellie chuckled to herself a little. “You know Wade’s going to think Peter is his bff now. Better buckle up for that ride. Colossus can probably give you some pointers.”

You sighed, looking at the younger two girls. “We’ve survived everything that’s been thrown at us to this point. Could always be worse.”

“Oh yeah, it’ll get worse.” Ellie answered.

Yukio nodded, yet still smiling. “Wade is very special. And deadly.”

“Like a contagion,” Ellie added.

It still didn’t matter though. New, strange friends, or old sometimes combative friends. Gossip and rumors, or anything else. In the end you had to agree with Xavier as you so often usually did. As long as you and Peter kept strong together, none of that outside noise could ever tear you down. You had each other and that was all you needed.

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Sub Rosa [75]

iv. the face behind the glass

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: language, blood. smut, 18+ only please!

Summary: the chaos of the last few days fades away in the face of a celebration in Sanctum.

a/n: hi, sorry for the later upload today, my power went out this morning and then i didn’t feel well, so it’s been kinda crazy. but it’s here now, and it’s one that a lot of you have been waiting for ;) also, if you saw my post the other day and responded, thank you. i’m still healing emotionally, but each day is slightly better than the last, and all of you have been so helpful with that. so thank u thank u thank u. the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

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With the knowledge that you are all safe to stay in Sanctum, everyone gets assigned to a room above the tavern. Luckily they have enough rooms for you and Bellamy to share a room alone, giving you some much needed privacy. Something you get to experience for roughly one minute before there’s a soft knock on the door.

You turn to look at your boyfriend, both of you in the middle of undressing, preparing to go to bed after the chaos of the last day has settled in, exhausting you both. But you have a pretty good idea of who’s at the door and so does Bellamy, so you both redress quickly and pull the door open, revealing your twin. Her voice is low, not wanting to wake any of the others as most of your rooms are all housed pretty close together. “Can I come in?”

You turn to look at Bellamy, who nods, just as eager to hear about what all of you missed while you were gone earlier. So you step back and usher her into the room, closing the door softly behind her as she steps inside. The three of you pile into the bed facing each other, and your gaze drops down to your twin’s bandaged hand. “What happened? Start at the beginning and don’t leave anything out.”

“As soon as you guys left, Russell invited me to dinner with him and Simone so we could discuss whether we’d be allowed to stay. Unfortunately for us, Jordan spent most of his time talking to Delilah, telling her everything about us, the good and the bad. It got back to Russell and Simone, and they decided that we couldn’t stay because we’re violent people and violence spreads like a disease.”

“That explains your shock at Russell letting us stay. So what changed his mind? We heard him mention you saving Delilah, but how did you save her?”

“As soon as I got back from the dinner and changed, I went looking for Jordan because I was pissed that he ruined everything for us. But when I went to the roof to find him, he was passed out on a cot with a paralytic dart in his neck. He managed to point out a guy running away from the tavern with a covered wheelbarrow, which we later found out had Delilah inside. I chased after him, along with a guard, but we split up so he could go inform Russell. I eventually found the guy and fought him off, but he cut my hand in the process and he freaked out as soon as he saw my Nightblood.”

“Weird.”

She shakes her head, giving you a serious look. “It gets weirder. Russell and Cillian both saw my blood too and they acted really strange about it. Russell eventually cut his finger to show me that he too is a Nightblood. He said our blood is royal. Delilah’s too, which is why they took her. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I don’t like how everyone reacted when they found out about the color of my blood, which is why you and Madi aren’t going to tell anyone you’re Nightbloods. You both need to be careful and avoid any injuries that will clue them in, because right now it feels like I have a target on my back, and I don’t want them to paint a target on yours.”

“I understand, I’ll be careful.”

She nods, relieved to hear you say it before she turns her gaze to Bellamy, who has been silent throughout this entire conversation. “What happened to Octavia?”

He sighs, his shoulders sagging as she reminds him of what he’s done to protect all of you and your fragile alliance with Sanctum. “I left her behind. As long as she’s in Sanctum, she’s a threat to the peace we’re trying to achieve.”

You see Clarke open her mouth, looking like she wants to ask more, but you can tell from Bellamy’s body language that he doesn't want to say anything beyond that. So you reach out and place a hand on Clarke’s knee, giving her a subtle shake of your head. “We’re exhausted and in desperate need of a good night’s sleep. Can we talk more in the morning?”

She nods, smiling a little, already sliding off the bed. “Of course.”

You follow her to the door, both of you hugging before she slips out into the hall with a quiet whisper of, “Good night, lovebirds.”

You smile and watch her head for her shared room with Madi before you close the door and turn to Bellamy. He’s already stripping down again, careful to avoid the bandages on his injuries, and you follow suit, both of you slipping into the bed and beneath the covers. You sigh as you sink into the soft mattress, the most comfortable bed you’ve ever rested in, besides the one in Becca’s mansion, and Bellamy smiles as he watches you. You smile in return, lifting your hand to his cheek, caressing his face as you gaze at the sadness in his eyes. “Everything will be okay, my love.”

“What if I didn’t do the right thing? What if she can’t-”

You cut him off with a kiss, pulling away enough to whisper back. “You did do the right thing, even if it doesn't feel like it. It’s not easy doing what you did, but you were right in saying Octavia’s dangerous. I love her like a sister, but if Russell thinks we’re violent and our violence will spread, having Octavia around won’t help that. And she’ll be fine out there. Octavia knows how to survive better than any of us. Maybe she’ll even find Diyoza and they can survive together.”

You see some of his tension melt away. Not all of it, because you know he’ll be struggling with this for a while, but enough to bring him temporary peace. He pulls you to him, wrapping you up together and entangling your limbs. “I’m sorry for what I said to you during the eclipse. It was cruel and I’ll never forgive myself for it.”

You look up at Bellamy, at the hurt he’s trying to hide from you, and you shake your head at him, your voice soft. “Hey, don’t do that. I don’t want you to live with that, Bellamy. I know you didn’t mean it, okay? The red sun toxin messed us all up.”

He nods a little, your forgiveness easing some of that guilt he feels. You see him relax a little, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he gets ready to fall asleep. “I love you, my radiant moon.”

You whisper back, “I love you more than the stars, Bellamy Blake.”

He wraps his arms around you tighter, not wanting to let you go, and that’s how you fall asleep, tangled up in the arms of the man you love, feeling at peace for the first time in years.

You wake before Bellamy does, accustomed to the earlier mornings that you and Clarke held in Shallow Valley. Your eyes fall on Bellamy, still wrapped around you as he sleeps, and you watch him for a few minutes, admiring the peace that holds him as he sleeps. You eventually start to hear the hustle and bustle of sound beneath you, down in the tavern, and you carefully unravel yourself from your lover, dressing quickly and pressing a kiss to his forehead before quietly slipping out the door. You run into Madi in the hall, both of you smiling at each other before you descend the stairs together, greeted by the chaos of a busy tavern.

All around you people are milling about, some quickly, some more leisurely. Food and desserts of all kinds move through the room and out the door, headed to some unknown destination. Clarke looks up from where she stands with Jae, Delilah’s father, smiling at both of you as you and Madi walk towards her. On the way over, Madi asks, “What's going on?”

You shrug, looking around again, “I think it's some sort of celebration.”

Jae turns around to face the two of you as you come to a stop beside Clarke, a large tray of cookies in his hands. “What's going on! It's Naming Day, and you're the guests of honor!”

He holds out the tray of cookies to both you and Madi, and Madi looks to Clarke for permission, who gives it to her with a smile and a nod. You and Madi each take a cookie, biting into it, your eyes lighting up with delight when you taste how good it is. Jae smiles at you both. “I know, a good cookie can change your life.”

Suddenly the crowd around you starts to clap and cheer, and you turn and glance to the stairs, where Delilah is now coming down, holding onto Jordan’s arm. As soon as she sees Clarke she jogs over to her, pulling her in for a quick hug. “My hero.”

Clarke shrugs off the praise, always uncomfortable by it, and changes the conversation instead. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel great.”

“I'll be the judge of that.” You all look towards the source of the voice, watching as Cillian joins the group, motioning for Delilah and Clarke to follow him. “This way, let's have a look at you. You too, Clarke.”

Clarke excuses herself and they all tuck into a corner of the room to get checked over. Madi walks off in search of another cookie, and you hang out near the stairs, sticking close in case your twin needs you. A few minutes into her check up, Bellamy comes down the stairs looking healthy and well rested, and you smile at him, kissing him in greeting when he reaches the bottom of the stairs. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

He laughs and kisses you back before whispering, “Good morning, beautiful.”

You smile in return and hold out the other half of your cookie, which he takes with a smile and quickly eats. “What’s going on?”

“Something called Naming Day. I think it’s for Delilah, but that’s about all I know.”

He hums in response and Madi walks back over to you and Bellamy, smiling at him in greeting, a half eaten cookie in her hand, all of you watching as Delilah comes bounding out from the secluded corner, excitedly running over to Jordan. Cillian comes out a minute later, taking a pastry from a nearby tray, turning to call back to Clarke, “I hope I see you later.”

Clarke watches him leave with a smile on her face, before she walks over to you, Bellamy, and Madi. Madi looks at Clarke with a smirk on her face, “He's cute.”

Clarke smiles and scolds, “Stop.”

Suddenly more of your group walks over to join you, including Echo, Raven, and Jordan. Madi leaves to go train with Gaia, as Bellamy looks over at Clarke. “Where’s Murphy and Emori?”

“Guarding the ship with Gaia, Miller, and Jackson.”

Echo muses, “Murphy missing a chance to act like a drunken fool? Now I'm worried.”

Raven shakes her head, “He'll be fine. Maybe the rest of us should go there, too.”

“What?” Jordan glances around at the retreating figures of the tavern, all of them heading to the opening ceremony. He turns back to Raven, clearly not okay with her suggestion. “No, I need this.”

Clarke backs him up, “We're guests of the Primes. If we isolate ourselves on the ship, they may take offense.”

Everyone nods, accepting her answer, as Delilah calls out to the rest of you, the last few people in the tavern. “Jordan? Guys, come on! You don't want to miss the first confession.”

You all exchange a look and Jordan immediately heads off to be with Delilah. Raven mutters something about staying at the bar, and the rest of you follow Jordan and Delilah out of the tavern and into the crowd gathered at the base of the palace. You, Bellamy, and Clarke all stop and stand together, and Echo lingers behind the three of you, not quite sure of her place amongst your group. A horn sounds and you all lift your eyes to the top of the palace, watching as Russell strides out with Simone, both of them dressed impeccably. Kaylee follows behind them at a distance, coming to a stop nearby as Russell reaches the microphone that stands waiting. He smiles down at his people and begins, “Welcome to Naming Day. Today we observe the 4 pillars of Sanctum, and they are?”

The crowd around you answers, “Repent, Renew, Rejoice, Rebirth.”

“Correct. Rebirth. Rebirth! Today we mark the return of our beloved Priya-”

He’s cut off by the crowd murmuring, “Hallowed be her name.”

The rote responses send a chill down your spine, weirding you out just as they did the day before. Not even your temporary peace with Sanctum will change that. Above, Russell continues, “Indeed. As we bequeath her name to our equally beloved Delilah. As is tradition with every Naming Day, I will begin the process of making amends. As your leader, it's my job to keep us safe during the red sun.”

He turns and looks at Kaylee, delivering his next words to her as you all listen. “Kaylee, I failed you in this when I realized you and your family didn't make it to Ryker's keep before the eclipse. I closed the door. I kept it open as long as I could until the life of everyone else was at risk. It was a decision with tragic consequences, and I know the heartbreak you feel. I know your pain. I miss Josephine every day.”

You look to Clarke, not recognizing the name, and she whispers, “His daughter. She died in a fall a few years ago.”

You nod, and look back to Russell and Kaylee. “And the fact that I'm the cause of this pain for you…”

He trails off, looking hurt, and she pulls him into a hug, signifying her acceptance of his apology. When they pull away, he turns back to the crowd with a flourish, “And now it's your turn! Tell your neighbor that you love them, make amends for those you've hurt. Free yourselves.”

All around you people start to hug and apologize to those they’ve wronged. And though you think most of the traditions in Sanctum are weird and a little creepy, this is one that you can get behind. Making amends in a time when you’re all trying to do better than you did before seems like a good idea. You turn to Bellamy, looking up at him as you mutter, “I’m sorry I stabbed you during the red sun.”

“I’m sorry I choked you during the red sun.” He looks up at the bruises on your neck, and you wish they would fade quickly, taking his guilt with it. “I’m also sorry that I left you behind during Praimfaya.”

You see his face fall, still feeling the guilt that you don't want him to feel, and you pull him into a hug, whispering, “I already told you not to be sorry for that, Bellamy. But if you need forgiveness, I'll give that to you. You’re forgiven.”

He pulls back and smiles at you, remembering your words to him when the two of you were lying beneath a tree in the middle of the woods, back when you both hated each other. You smile back at him, both of you lighter from the forgiveness in the air, and you turn to Clarke, ready to do the same process with her. Except, when you turn, she isn't there. She must have slipped into the crowd without you realizing. You grab Bellamy’s hand, about to walk away and go search for her, but as you step past Echo, she reaches out to stop you. You look at her, her expression pulled into one of guilt, and she whispers, “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, confused as to why she’s apologizing to you. “For what?”

She seems unsure how to sum up what she means, so she offers you a single word instead. “Bellamy.”

You shake your head, dropping Bellamy's hand so you can reach out to take hers. “Don’t be sorry for falling in love, Echo. Bellamy makes it easy to do. Besides, all of you thought I was dead. I’m glad he had you after Praimfaya, and I’m glad he had someone there to make him happy, so thank you.”

She looks at you in surprise, clearly not expecting you to say what you did, and then she abruptly pulls you into a hug. You realize now as you are held in her arms that this must be hard for her too. You weren't lying when you said that Bellamy makes it easy to fall in love, and you can't blame her for that. You can’t blame either of them for moving on when they thought you were dead on the ground. And as soon as they landed, Echo was the first to realize that Bellamy still had feelings for you. She was the one that broke things off with him, she was the one that told him he was clearly still in love with you. If anything, you really should be thanking Echo. Because she kept him happy during a time you’re sure he was incredibly upset, and she let him go as soon as you entered the picture again. That had to be hard for her to do, and it has to be hard for her to see you and Bellamy together all the time. And despite all that, she’s still been kind to you, even if things have been a bit awkward.

Which is why, during the first confession of your first Naming Day, you hug her back, really meaning it. You make a silent decision to try and be better to Echo, because there’s no reason for you to be jealous when she interacts with Bellamy, and there’s no reason that the two of you can't get along. When you both pull away, you can sense the change in the air around you, the forgiveness making you feel even lighter than you did before. Echo smiles at you, thankful for the amends, and you smile back before nodding back to the tavern. “If you’ll excuse me, I gotta go find my twin.”

She nods, “Of course.”

As expected, Clarke is back in the tavern when you step inside, along with a bunch of other people, all of them milling about or sitting around and drinking. Clarke is clearly trying to make amends with Raven, who still appears to be having none of it. You miss whatever was said between the two, but you know all you need to know by the way Raven storms out, stalking past you and straight out of the tavern. Clarke sighs for a second, trying to gather herself before she walks over to a table where a lantern sits, writing something on a piece of ribbon and tying it around the top. You and Bellamy watch before you walk over to her, coming to a stop nearby.

She sees you coming and steps away from the lantern, moving closer to the two of you until all three of you are standing and looking at the object. Clarke glances away from it and over to the two of you, “Apparently, the lanterns float, taking your sins with them.”

You think of your sins, the abundantly long list you’d have to tie to the top, unsure if you’d even remember all the shit you’ve done while trying to survive. Bellamy seems to think the same, because he hums, “Hmm, if only it were that easy.”

“Maybe it is.” She turns to face both of you fully, her expression apologetic. “I wrote down leaving you both in Polis.”

You shake your head, trying to stop her. “Clarke, stop. We already went through this on the ship.”

“But I never apologized to Bellamy.”

He looks at her in surprise, clearly already past the need of apologies from Clarke, her betrayal in Polis long forgiven and forgotten. “Let's not do this.”

She shakes her head and continues anyways. “What I did, leaving you like that...I'm so sorry, Bellamy.”

He reaches out and squeezes her shoulder, face pulling into one of understanding. “I know what it's like to risk everything for one person, and I know Madi's your family.”

“You’re my family too.” You smile at the words, knowing that it’s true. All of you make up one big dysfunctional family, but Clarke, Madi, your mom, Octavia, and Bellamy are your core family, the main people you want to turn to in times of need. Clarke feels the same, because if there is anyone in the world she considers her best friend besides you, it would be Bellamy. The guy that has been part of your group since all of you landed on Earth over 100 years ago. And despite the fact that you, Clarke, and Bellamy were frequently at odds in the beginning, it was always you three. The three leaders from the beginning.

Clarke gives Bellamy a small smile, continuing her apology. “I lost sight of that. But I promise I will never forget it again. You're too important to me and to my incredible la lune.”

All three of you give each other matching looks of love and forgiveness before grabbing each other in a mini group hug. It feels good for the three of you to be on the same page again, especially after the chaos of events in the days leading up to the war in Shallow Valley, and now you feel confident that the three of you will be a unit again. You, Bellamy, and Clarke against the world, leading together, the way it should be. When you pull away, Clarke looks back at the lantern and nods towards it. “Are you gonna try it?”

Bellamy shakes his head, “Too many sins, my lantern wouldn't float.”

You give him a sad look, thinking the same thing, but you turn to your twin and mutter, “Well, I think I will.”

You turn and walk over to the lantern, grabbing a ribbon and one of the pens, trying to decide the best way to sum up your list of sins. Your brain finally lands on one word. One word heavy enough and big enough to cover the full scope of your violence.

Wanlida.

You scrawl it onto the ribbon and tie it around the top, below Clarke’s, and then you put the pen back on the table and walk back over to Bellamy and Clarke. “Better?”

You sigh, “It will be when I watch it float away.”

Before either of them can say something in return, the door to the tavern swings open and a ball of bright energy comes bounding inside, coming to a stop beside the three of you. You all turn to Delilah, a big smile on her face as she looks at you and Clarke. “There’s a party tonight. A big one to celebrate, right before my Naming Ceremony, and both of you need something to wear.”

You start to shake your head, already opening your mouth to protest, but Delilah doesn't allow it. “It’s my Naming Day, so you can’t tell me no.”

You and Clarke sigh and exchange a look before relenting. “Okay.”

She lets out a sound of delight and grabs your hand then Clarke’s, starting to tug you both away before she calls out and yells to Bellamy, “She’ll meet you at the palace at sundown, don't be late!”

The two of you share a smile before you are pulled away again and led up the stairs, straight into Delilah’s room. She heads to her closet and tugs it open, revealing a large selection of clothes, filled with dresses in various sizes. “I’ve always had the best dresses to choose from, which is why I know I’ll have something perfect for each of you.”

She reaches inside and digs around, her grin growing wider as she finds the dress she’s looking for. “Aha!”

She pulls it out and turns around to show it to you both, a long dark blue colored gown in her hands. Clarke gasps a little when she sees it, and Delilah holds it out to her. “I think this would look perfect on you.”

Clarke takes it with a smile of thanks and waits as Delilah turns back to her closet and digs around for a second dress, turning to present it to you with a smile. Your jaw drops as your eyes land on the prettiest dress you’ve ever seen. It’s long, and has an identical shape to Clarke’s, down to the neckline and fitted bodice that flares out at the bottom. The difference between them is that the one meant for you is silver and shiny, catching the light so beautifully. Delilah hands it to you as you look at it in awe. “Jordan told me that your nickname is la lune. This dress always reminded me of the moon.”

“It's beautiful.”

Delilah smiles and heads to a small box, grabbing two items from inside. She hands a long, layered silver necklace to Clarke and she passes you a bracelet, aware that you already have a necklace of your own. The bracelet is small and silver, with a moon hanging from the center, and one silver star on either side of the moon. You smile at it, thinking that the stars represent Clarke and Bellamy, the perfect bracelet to complete your look for the night. “Thank you, Delilah.”

She grabs at you both, “You can thank me by getting dressed and having fun at my party.”

You both nod and she leaves the room so you can change, coming back in to admire you both when you’re ready. She offers you each a pair of flat dress shoes to wear, which Clarke accepts, but you opt to wear your boots, the shoes bringing a little bit of comfort to your unfamiliar look. With your shoes, jewelry, and dress on, you take a look in the mirror in Delilah's room, gasping when you see yourself. You’re not sure if you're ever looked this nice before. Your hair frames your face beautifully and your dress catches the light from the room, making you almost glow. The dress is bright enough to distract from the bandages that peek out from beneath it, the wounds you sustained in the fighting pits and later on during a pointless war. It’s bright enough to distract from your black eye, which has faded into a purple shade overnight, strangely complimenting your space themed look. Clarke looks just as stunning, the dark blue dress perfect for her, and with Delilah’s makeover complete, she hugs you both and leaves ahead of you, eager to get to the party to be with Jordan.

You and Clarke walk to the palace together, hand in hand, both of you feeling nervous. Neither of you say anything, you just silently offer each other your strength as you climb the steps slowly, following the sound of the music. It grows louder as you near the right room, both of you walking down a long hallway to an open door at the end, music floating out to meet you. You and Clarke stop just inside the doorway, looking around with big smiles, taking in the different colored lights and decorations that adorn the room. There’s a large dance floor in the center of the room, people dancing on it, Delilah among them. Food and drinks are spread out on tables around the edge of the room, and as you and Clarke walk down the stairs together, someone walks towards you from one of those tables. Cillian stops in front of you and Clarke, holding out his hand, silently asking your twin to dance. She looks at you, eyes asking a silent question, and you smile and nod at her, nudging her towards him. “I’m going to go find Bellamy!”

She takes his hand with a smile, and you watch him pull her onto the dance floor before you start to look around, eyes searching for your boyfriend. You finally spot him in the back of the room, near one of the bars, a drink in his hand. You make a beeline for him, eyes on him the entire time, and you can see the moment he spots you, because his face lights up. The smile that stretches across his face makes you lightheaded, one of those ultra rare, ultra bright, ‘melt your heart’ kind of smiles. One of those smiles that you will spend the rest of your life trying to bring to his face, because it is breathtaking and wonderful, and you always want to see him full of that much joy.

His eyes never leave you as you come to a stop in front of him, standing awkwardly as he eyes you up and down. You’re about to nervously ask him how you look, but he beats you to it, sensing your insecurity. “You look beautiful.”

He pulls you in for a kiss and then pulls away to add, “Stunning.”

And then he kisses you again, following up with, “More radiant than the moon.”

You smile at him, glowing with his adoration and compliments. “Delilah picked it out for me, because she said it reminds her of the moon.”

“It wouldn't look half as pretty on anyone else. That dress was made for you.”

You start to blush, “Thank you, Bellamy.”

You lift the dress to show off your boots, a rugged juxtaposition to your shiny dress, but something about the look is perfect. It’s so amazingly you, your beat up shoes going strangely well with the polished dress. Bellamy laughs and shakes his head slightly, before he reaches back to the bar to grab you a drink, handing it to you with a flourish. You shift to stand beside him, both of you watching the couples on the dance floor kiss, and dance, and have fun. Your eyes land on Clarke, clearly enjoying her time with Cillian, and you smile, happy to see your twin happy. You sense a shift in the air, and you turn to look at Bellamy, finding that he’s the reason why. His earlier happiness has slipped a little, and his eyes have a faraway look, like he’s somewhere else. You put your hand on his arm, but he doesn't look your way. “What's wrong?”

The faraway look continues as he half jokes, half sighs, “The last time I was at a party, my sister was arrested.”

Your heart breaks for him, and you reach up to put your hand on his cheek, getting close and whispering, “Hey, come back to me, Atlas.”

He finally turns to look at you, his expression sad, and you nod towards the door. “If you wanna go, let’s go.”

He immediately shakes his head, “No, you got all dressed up and I don't want to ruin your night.”

“Not all dressed up, remember?” He looks at you in confusion and you lift your dress again, reminding him of your shoes and he laughs as you continue, “Besides, a night with you is never ruined, no matter what we’re doing.”

He seems to think it over, and you put your drink down, reaching for his hand to drag him away, back to the safety of your room, but he pulls you back to him, stopping you. “Dance with me.”

“What?”

“Dance with me.”

You give him a skeptical look. “Bellamy, are you sure? I mean it, we can just go back to-”

He cuts you off with a kiss, pulling away to mutter, “I’m sure. I just want to dance with the love of my life in the center of the dance floor within a palace, smack dab in the middle of a moon that we didn’t know about three days ago.”

You smile, “I’ve never danced with anyone before.”

“With the right partner, it doesn't matter. It comes natural.”

You nod at him, agreeing to his offer, and he smiles and leads you to the middle of the dance floor, wrapping you up in his arms and starting to dance. The two of you dance to song after song, getting sweatier with each passing second, but you’re too happy to care. At some point you see Clarke and Cillian leave the palace, and you smile as you watch them go, knowing Clarke deserves happiness just as much as the rest of you. You and Bellamy dance for what feels like hours, growing closer and closer, letting the music guide the movements of your body. Eventually, Bellamy pulls you in for a kiss, the two of you moving to the music as your lips move together, lighting a fire within you.

His hands roam all over your body as you kiss, both of you trying to touch every inch of skin available to you. You sigh when Bellamy’s hands slide over the skin exposed by your dress, electricity dancing along your skin in the wake of his fingers. The kiss grows more passionate with each passing second, and it's not long before Bellamy pulls back to whisper against your lips, “Want to get out of here?”

“More than anything.”

He smiles and takes your hand, pulling you off the dance floor and back to the tavern, both of you stopping to kiss a few times along the way. When you finally reach your room, you are practically buzzing with anticipation, so ready to be wrapped up in Bellamy’s arms again. Once the door closes behind you, Bellamy presses you up against it, kissing you hard and fast, his hands sliding around to your back and unzipping your dress. The fabric slides off of you easily, pooling around your feet, leaving you in just your underwear. Bellamy stops kissing you to admire you, his gaze faltering when he sees the bruise he gave you along your ribs. You reach out and put a hand on his cheek, pulling him out of his guilt and out of his head, and he looks at you, his voice cracking a little when he whispers, “Always so beautiful.”

You melt, his words making you even more eager to continue what you started. You pull him in for another kiss, your lips moving together in a passionate frenzy as you make quick work of his clothes, both of you pulling away just long enough to tug your boots off before connecting in a kiss again. Bellamy presses into you, trapping you between him and the door, before he trails his lips along your jaw, down your neck, and to your chest, peppering you with affection. His lips continue even lower, over your stomach, and he drops to his knees in front of you, tugging your underwear down as he sinks lower. The two of you lock eyes as his head moves between your legs, dropping his mouth onto you, the sensation forcing you to break eye contact with him and lean against the door for support. You close your eyes as Bellamy kisses and licks you, bringing you to the edge quickly, fueled by your soft moans of pleasure. Right as you reach your peak, Bellamy pulls away, forcing you to open your eyes and look down at him, groaning at the loss of contact.

He smiles at you, before he stands and crashes your lips together again, practically devouring you, both of you desperate with want and need. He starts to walk backwards, bringing you with him, falling back onto the bed and pulling you down on top of him. He shimmies out of his underwear, both of you now completely naked, and your kisses continue as you grow more and more desperate for each other. Finally, unable to take it any longer, you break apart again and you sink onto him, both of you moaning at the sensation. You move together, riding him and chasing your high, your eyes locked on each other the entire time. You reach your climax at the same time, calling each other's names, both of your voices hidden by the cheers of the people outside the palace. You comprehend none of it, falling into your high, letting the feeling take you over completely.

As your senses return to you, you collapse down beside Bellamy, both of you turning to look at each other, smiling. Exhaustion weighs heavy in your bones, but you fight against the feeling, wanting to sit and watch Bellamy, saving every second of this moment to your memory. Bellamy caves to his exhaustion before you do, his eyes closing and his breathing getting deeper as he falls asleep. You watch him for a long time, thankful for this moment. Moments like this helped you get through the six years without Bellamy, and you survived with the hope you’d get back to this again. You never expected it’d happen on another moon, 100+ years away after your time on Earth, but the moment is all that you hoped it to be and more.

Your focus on Bellamy only wavers when you again hear cheers from outside, and you crawl out of the bed, bringing the sheet with you, keeping yourself covered. You pull the other blanket up and over Bellamy, tucking him in before you head over to the window in your room, watching as the doors to the palace swing open and the Primes begin to file out of the room, Delilah bringing up the rear. The crowd cheers when they see her, and she takes a torch that Russell offers her, using it to light a larger torch, staked into the ground in front of her. The torch lighting must serve as a signal, because suddenly hundreds of lanterns start to rise slowly in the air, floating up into the sky and taking the sins of Sanctum with them.

You think of your ribbon, tied on the lantern above Clarke’s, Wanlida scrawled out on it. You pick a lantern, one that likely isn't even yours, and watch it lift from someone’s hands while you imagine that it’s your own. You feel lighter as it gets higher, taking the sins of Wanlida with it, until it finally hits the radiation shield over Sanctum, setting the lantern on fire and cleansing the sins of your past. It reminds you of a memory, long before Wanlida was a thing, after Finn was killed for his sins in Tondc. You remember Lexa holding a torch over the bodies of Tondc, Finn among them, and Lincoln translating for all of you as she addressed the people gathered there in Trigedasleng. You quietly whisper, “Raun faya, oso woda klin laudnes-de kom foutaim.”

You feel arms wrap around your waist from behind, making you jump in surprise, despite knowing that it’s Bellamy. He drops his chin to your shoulder, translating your words. “In fire, we cleanse the pain of the past.”

You turn to look at him, seeing only parts of his face because he’s so close to you still. “Do you remember?”

He whispers back, “I remember.”

You turn back to the window, both of you watching the last of the lanterns rise and hit the shield, disappearing forever. Once the sky is clear, Bellamy releases you, reaching for your hand. “Come back to bed.”

You turn to look at him, the smile on his face, and you relent. “Only if you’ll tell me about the gods.”

“I’d love to.”

Your face splits into a grin, and you follow him back to bed, entangling yourself with him as he passes on stories of the gods. You listen for hours, until you both fall asleep, wrapped up in the arms of your love, everything right with the world.

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imaginefan · 3 years

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To Forget

John Young X Reader

Word Count: 953

Requested: Anon

Request: Telling John Young how you feel about him, but you were too late; so you try to move on but it doesn’t work so you decide to move on with your life and you have to leave the lair to do so because you don’t just like him; you’re in love with him. One-shot The Tomorrow People

When you told John that you liked him, you were too late he had already started to develop an interest in Astrid and you knew just from the way that he looked at you, he didn't try to stop you when you left seconds after the confession and silence, you had tried to move on, that was harder than you thought that it was going to be, the fact that John was literally everywhere that you were didn't help and eventually you realised that there was no way that you were going to be able to move on from him if he was there the whole time, you needed to get away from The Lair but there was no way that you were going to be able to do that while still having your powers.

An opportunity presented itself when you were getting a new breakout, Ultra had managed to be one step ahead of you and they ambushed you, you pushed Russel to leave you and get the breakout back to The Lair in the hopes that the time it was going to take them to make a plan and get into the building would be enough to make a deal with Jedikiah, he'd take your powers and memories so you didn't have to live with the feelings that you had for John.

For the most part, it worked and Jedikiah finally came to see you after letting you mill over your plan for the millionth time and there was no doubt in your mind this was what you were going to do "you know what this is?" He asked as he held up the vial. "That's how I lose my powers." You guessed and he smirked. "You don't seem too worried about that." He said as he prepared the syringe. "I'm sick of hiding from all of you, you take my powers and then I live a normal life." You answered. "There's one thing that I ask." "What's that?" He asked. "I know you can take my memories, I want you to take them so I don't remember the world that I'm leaving behind." You said and he looked at you. "Why would you want to forget them?" He asked. "Does that matter?" You asked. "Of course it does." He smirked as he put the syringe down "and it's not half as much fun when you want me to take it all from you."

You were pretty sure that Jedikiah had ordered that they allow your friends to come and get you because it wasn't long before they all appeared in the room to get you out, you thanked them before heading off to a small alcove in tunnels that you found and used when you needed some time to yourself. You were there for maybe half an hour before John came looking for you "(Y/N) what are you doing down here?" He asked. "Thinking." You answered concentrating on moving the water on the floor with telekinesis. "What were you doing today?" He asked. "Saving the breakout." You answered. "They were there before we were, they knew that we were coming so I distracted them, I knew that you would have been able to save me." John would have believed you if you believed you, you had all the words for a good lie but there was no effort behind it, not to mention he was in the control room when you made your deal with Jedikiah. "I heard you, what you asked Jedikiah to do... Why would you ask him to do that?" He asked, you took in a breath shaking your head as your tongue stuck out wetting your lips before you rolled your bottom lip into your mouth and started nibbling on it. "You don't realise how much it hurts to watch you, do you?" You asked. "What are you talking about?" John asked. "See it didn't mean anything to you so you forgot about it but I meant it when I said I love you." You said and he looked at you. "I love you too." He assured you. "Not the way that you loved Cara and you love Astrid." You said, his eyes moved to focus on the wall behind you and you shrunk back into the corner of your little hideout putting as much space between you as possible "it's lonely being what we are but watching you love everyone but me that makes me feel invisible." "(Y/N)-" "John please don't, you can't fix this, this isn't your fault you can't help the way you feel the same way I can't help the way that I feel but there isn't a solution to this, there's just moving on and I don't know how I'm going to do that so please give me some time to do that." You pleaded.

John didn't know what to do so he did what you asked as he walked back to the main part of The Lair he was faced with Russell "did you find her?" He asked. "Yeah, she uh... I think she needs a friend." John answered honestly and Russell looked back the way that John had come from before heading off, he found you in your small hideout you had curled into yourself crying so heavily that you weren't breathing properly. "(N/N)." He said softly as he climbed in with you pulling you into his chest and holding you as you cried. "Russell-" "You can tell me to go away all you like but I'm not going anywhere." He promised and that caused you to grip his shirt tightly as you cried and he just held you tighter, he'd ask you what happened later.

*Part 2*

Requests and general question!

#the Tomorrow People #the tomorrow people imagine #the tomorrow people one shot #john young #john young imagine #john young one shot #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert

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bubblyani · 4 years

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Kind Eyes

(Russell Baze x Reader)

A Russell Baze One Shot

Genre: Fluff

Author’s Note : Truthfully I was in the middle of writing another request from a dear friend but after watching Ford vs. Ferrari (Le Mans ‘66) my Balehead fever returned and I couldn’t stop thinking about Russell Baze, Bale’s character from ‘Out of the Furnace’. And I couldn’t rest until I wrote this story. So, any Balehead out there...hope you enjoy!

The sound of the faulty engine made your eyebrows furrow with concern. All the sudden you couldn’t help but start panicking.

“No no no...” you muttered to yourself while keeping your hands on the steering wheel. No matter how much pressure you applied on the accelerator, all the car did was slow down until it came to a stop.

The road was deserted, yet you could feel the neighborhood watching you. Accidentally stopping in the middle of the road when you were on the way to get groceries; This certainly was not the best way to spend your first day in this town in Pittsburgh.

Was this bad luck sending you hints? You wondered. Was moving here a huge mistake? It should not be. Should it be a mistake to contribute to a hospital that lacked helping hands?

With a heavy sigh, you put your forehead on the steering wheel. Closing ones eyes, you hoped to not catch any glimpse of anyone witnessing your shame.

“Excuse me...Ma’am?”

A deep but gentle voice inquired from outside the half opened car window.

“Yes?” With a voice that was muffled, you answered. You saw nothing but darkness for your eyes were still closed ,unmoved from your previous position.

“Uh...is there something...wrong with your car?” The voice kept inquiring.

Embarrassed at your own embarrassing behavior, you let out another heavy sigh before finally sitting up to face the ‘inquiring’ man.

Except the embarrassment left your body without a single trace by the mere sight of him.

The man certainly was not what you expected to see. Long, brunette locks framing his face, with accentuated high cheekbones, he had a matching mustache and goatee.

Truthfully, he was nothing but appealing to you. But none of that drew your attention to him more than his eyes did.

Hazel in color, they looked kind. The type of kindness that has seen the pain in the world, yet choosing to be kind regardless. Cause that was who he was. At least what you thought he was.

Your wide eyes and silent wonder may have worried him, for he backed up, slowly raising both his hands up in defense.

“I’m sorry...” he said softly, with a nervous smile, “I’ll be out of your hair-”

“Wait! I...Ah!-”

You wanted to stop him. But your impatience led to your downfall when you burst out of your car, only to trip and literally fall down.

But he was quick enough, catching you in his arms.

You were safe in his arms, though it was just for a few seconds. The cotton flannel shirt he wore, felt soothing against your body. And the way he held you with such an innocent gaze, you were far from intimidated. So much so your panting helped stealthily catch a whiff of his musk; The type that made your cheeks burn as his face was merely inches away from yours.

“Ahh...I’m really sorry” you breathed, later worrying about your breath falling on his face. He shook his head gracefully. “Nawww...” he said, as you quickly stood up, “...it’s alright...”

“Actually, something is wrong with the car” you admitted, “it suddenly just stopped...”

“Is that right?” He asked, to which you nodded. Taking a peak at the front of the car, he walked towards it, “Mind if I take a look?”

“Of course, please” you could only answer with such eagerness.

Though it was not his, he familiarized himself with the vehicle so easily. Opening up the hood, he began to investigate while you watched with arms folded.

“Is this a rental?”

“Uh huh”

“Hmm...makes sense” He did not mean it ironically. Not at all. In fact, he sounded genuinely concerned.

Before you even could think, this intriguing stranger became a Good Samaritan. Moving so swiftly, from grabbing tools from his truck, and coming over, he made an attempt to fix the engine.

Quiet, that was he was while he worked. And that comforted you. He did not go out of his way to make any unnecessary small talk. Truthfully, the silence made it easier for you to watch him with sheer admiration. To admire the tattoos that were exposed on his neck and arms, to admire the way the sunlight shone over his head. People had started to fill in the neighborhood, but all you could see was him.

“You’re one lucky lady...”

He smiled, wiping the grease off his hands with a cloth a few minutes later. Your eyes grew bright.

��Is it-”

“Yes Ma’am”

Relief came over you in the form of a huge wave upon hearing this good news. And just like that, your worst day failed to keep it’s promise.

“Oh...Thank you so much”

You cried out, clasping your hands. The man merely smiled with shyness. Quickly grabbing his bag, he nodded in acknowledgment as he slowly joined the group of men that passed him by. The group of men that headed over to the steel mills that proudly stood a few miles ahead.

You couldn’t wait to share this story with someone. For it was a real life angel in disguise who stepped up for your aid, someone who stirred your heart after possibly ages. Getting into the car, you already imagined yourself sharing it. Until you covered your face with your palm, groaning in sheer frustration.

Why on earth did you not ask for his name?

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New in town.

That was the excuse you kept giving yourself. Whenever you had the urge to ask around about him, you gave yourself that excuse to push it away. Your foolish pride made you fear of the judgement of others. Besides, there was not many people you knew there.

However, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Throughout the entire weekend those kind eyes resided in your thoughts, never leaving you alone.

Desperation came to a point you would take casual strolls around town, hoping to catch a glimpse of him or bump into him by a happy accident. But life wasn’t so kind.

“More coffee for you, honey?”

Verona, the old waitress asked you as she stood by your table. Monday had dawned, and all you craved for was a diner breakfast for some reason.

“Yes...please” chuckling, you nodded indicating the empty mug right beside your plate of bacon and waffles, “It’s my first day at work...” you added, watching her refill “...so got a long one comin’”

“At the hospital? I bet” the woman said, “Oh god! Russell! Where you been hiding?”

Turning to her left, she called out to a figure who just entered the diner. Curious, you leaned to your left to catch a glimpse of this mysterious figure. Except he was not mysterious. It didn’t take long for you to recognize those brunette locks, that facial hair, those cheekbones, that smile.

Those kind eyes.

To your relief, those eyes widened with surprise upon seeing you, urging him to walk over to your booth with haste.

Euphoric, you felt euphoric. Suddenly, a long work shift didn’t seem so difficult. You felt like you received all the energy that you required for the entire week ahead.

Standing there with his hands in his pockets, the man flashed a warm smile, clearing forgetting Verona who stood next to you.

“Small world...” he said. Rich yet gentle, his voice was akin to honey. “Yeah well...small town heheh...” You replied, encouraging him to chuckle alongside you.

“Russell...you know this young lady?” Verona asked, with surprised look.

“Well I-”

“He helped me...” you interrupted excitedly, “...with my car” you added shyly. He shook his head innocently. “Naww...it was nothing...”

“Maybe...but still...thank you again” you said, with impatience and certainty, placing the cutlery on the plate. Your eyes were filled with gratitude, hoping he could read it. His own eyes blinked in acknowledgment, as you both recalled that fateful encounter in silence.

“You eating alone?” He asked, to which you nodded.

“Yeah...are you?”

“YES! Yes he is...”Verona cried out excitedly, pushing the man over to your booth, “....go on, grab a seat now, you” she insisted, making the two of you chuckle once again “...you want the usual? Of course you do” And before he could even respond, Verona left with a skip in her step.

“I’m Russell...by the way...”

Kind eyes took a good look at yours, while slowly sitting across from you.

“Y/N...” You pointed at yourself, stifling a smile but failing in the end. His movements were graceful as ever, running his fingers through his hair to brush them back. And just like you, he could not stop smiling.

“So Y/N...new in town, huh?”

Nodding, you took a sip of your coffee with that same smile, anticipating nothing but good as the conversation began. A conversation you longed to have throughout the weekend.

One of the many conversations you were to have and indulge with Russell Baze, the man with the Kind Eyes.

#christian bale #russell baze #russell baze x reader #out of the furnace #out of the furnace fanfiction #scott cooper #batman begins #the dark knight rises #the dark knight #ford v ferrari #le mans 66 #le mans '66 #christian bale imagines #christian bale fanfction

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wayward-persephone · 2 years

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What do you think makes each of the werewolf!Characters different from each other? How are their styles (mating, courting, stalking etc) different?

Decided to add the shifters as well! 😉

King Aurvandil War-Raven (Werewolf)

He would be a very prideful Werewolf. He would have taken an immediate liking to the strange human female taking up residence in his forest, especially when he watched you bathe in a stream time and time again, and decided that you would make a good mate.

He would be traditional about courting you. Leaving the biggest deer at your doorstep while waiting at the bottom of the stairs expectantly (still in his wolf form as is the custom) and is shocked at your loud shriek of fear and the slamming close of your door.

Of course, he just takes that as him needing to try harder to woo you.

He continues to bring large dead deer and other animals that would make other female wolves swoon, but it just leaves you nervously peering through your curtains out at him every single time he drops off his catch. He would also stalk around your home to protect you from other predators or other wolves. Staking his claim on you by howling throughout the night for weeks.

Once he is sure you have accepted him (which was just you tripping over the rather large wild boar he dropped off right at your door) and that night he sneaks through your window finally in his human form. Your scream of fear was as confusing to him as the pillow you tried to attack him with, but your screams soon changed once he mounted you. He would get you on your hands and knees, one hand in your hip and another on the back of your neck to push you into the bed to keep you still, and he would keep you there until he was satisfied.

Russell Millings (Werewolf)

My headcanon with him is that he's been alone for so long that he doesn't quite realize that you're human.

So, he courts you like an old-fashioned werewolf...one that's very shy. Leaving dead animals on your front porch as he anxiously watches from the trees, stalking around your home at night "protecting" you from predators or other werewolves trying to court you but scampering to the trees the second you flip on your porch light, and leaving interesting looking rocks or flowers he found that he thinks you would like on your porch while he watches at a distance.

He would probably sleep close-by, watching you lovingly as you work in your garden or scrub the blood from your porch while grumbling under your breath, and his heart nearly leaps out of his chest when he sees you display the flowers or rocks he found for you.

In his eyes that means you accepted him.

He was clumsy getting into your home, his human body still awkward to him, and you tackling him with a large stick was something unexpected. He vaguely remembered some female wolves making males work for the right to mate them, so he figured that’s what you were doing, and he gets you on your hands and knees while growling comforting words of nonsense in your ear. He’s afraid that maybe you will reject him after all, but then you grow limp underneath him. Your body getting wet with every brutal snap of his hips against yours and your voice turning soft and he knows that you are his.

Travis Conrad (Vampire/Werewolf Hybrid)

He definitely stalked you long before he fully decided if you were his next plaything or his mate. Stuck to the background to gather information on you until he decided and then he went about stalking your favorite hangouts and knowing your routine. Then he would start leaving little gifts around you. Little trinkets or a flower or other knickknacks that he thinks you would like. Feeling a surge of pleasure every single time you light up when you spot them. He would probably even send more elaborate gifts as a “secret admirer” just to watch your reaction. Hearing your heartbeat flutter in your chest while his fangs and cock ached to be buried inside you.

Once you are fully smitten and fully woven into his web he would then pounce.

Waiting until you are almost home before slinking from the shadows and ensnaring you with just a look. Leaving you limp in his arms as he finally holds you close, nuzzling his face into your throat with a purr as you quietly gasp and shudder in bleary confusion as he thoroughly scents you, and he drags you into your home with no fuss while you trip over your feet. He continues to scent you, trailing his fangs over your throat and purring as he carefully strips you of your clothes, and you can’t help but to weakly reach for him whenever he pulls away.

He fucks you first with you on your back so he can have complete access to your throat. Biting into your with loud groans as he rocks his hips into you slow and deep, careful not to spill any blood, and you are littered with bites by the time he flips you onto your knees and fucks you like his inner wolf is howling for him to do.

Paul (Canine-Shifter)

Would be a bit more like Travis. Would stalk you at a distance, slowly learning your schedule and adapting to it, and integrating himself into your life until he's a solid consistent presence that you never realize wasn't there.

He's also more quick than the others. He knew you were his the moment he saw you, but would still take time to court you.

He would bring you small treats and gifts that others would barely give a second glance. Snacks, flowers, a pair of gloves when yours mysteriously goes missing, bringing you lunch, trinkets, etc. And eventually you begin to love and expect his gifts. Looking forward to them happily and even eagerly. Once that happens then Paul knows you have accepted him as your mate.

He would be more mindful about fucking you than the rest, he's less likely to scare you by sneaking in your house, and instead will wait for you to invite him inside your room. Once there he will gladly take over and push you to your hands and knees and mount you from behind.

Everett Lewis (Were-Bear)

(Definitely appreciate your help with this one 😘)

You told me that bears are known to stalk their potential mates and have an almost obsession with their scents. So with that in mind...

Everett would definitely stalk your home, possibly even your work place if it's somewhere public, and will scent you any chance he gets. Stealing articles of clothes (jackets, scarves, or even breaking into your home to steal your panties) and you would more than likely be intimidated by the gruff man trailing after you everywhere you go. Bears are also aggressive so he would be jealous and handsy and wouldn't really care much about your feelings (at least not at first)

You brought up how bears love having their mouth on their mate's neck so he would absolutely adore biting and licking and sucking and marking your throat and collarbones. Just constantly biting you and having his mouth on you and absolutely hating if you have to cover his marks up for any reason.

He would fuck you rough and hard, leaving you limping and sore the next day while started at you with just a hint of smugness, but he would make it up to you by eating you out until you couldn't remember your own name. Then he would fuck you again.

Lars Nystrom (Fox-Shifter)

(also couldn't do this one without your help! 🥰)

Foxes are sneaky little fuckers so he would definitely bring you stolen goods. Soft blankets and fluffy pillows so you can build a "nest" for you two, yipping in delight when you take his offering that he left piled on your doorstep, and would definitely bring some of his own blankets so the nest would have some of his scent mingled in.

He would also break into your home and mark everything with his scent. Rubbing against your furniture, burrowing into your bed with wistful sighs, and stealing your panties to jerk off into later. Would probably jerk off in your bed with his face buried in your pillows and stuff the dirty sheet in his bag before re-making up your bed so you wouldn't notice. Before burrowing back into it to mark it again with his scent.

He would leave flowers and small dead animals at your doorstep, puffing up with pride at the knowledge of him "feeding" his mate even though you always get rid of the animal, and he runs circles around your home excitedly most of the time while you try to work.

Once he feels like it's time to be properly mated, he will absolutely break into your house again, and aggressively cuddle you while stripping you. Cooing and nipping at you happily as he settles between your thighs. Nearly vibrating out of his skin with excitement at finally being inside you.

Afterwards, once you are claimed and completely fucked out, he will move you to the nest (after rearranging it to his liking) and cuddle you there while humming to you softly.

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katehawke · 2 years

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"Oh, I-I mean no harm.", he said whilst performing a sad attempt to clean his hand at the side of his pants before stretching it out to her. "Iam Russell and well, usually Iam not lingering in dark alleys, searching through the trash...", his smile was almost a bit childlike, which was a hard contrast to his appearance. He must have been at least in his late 40s.

After some seconds of you not reacting to him, he let his hand sink and it was just then that you realized that you rejected his friendly gesture, so you quickly faked a smile, still trying to process what he had just said. Usually you weren't like this, but it was past 2am and you've been tired from your shift at the drugstore. You didn't think you had to deal with a human, when you went outside to Shoo away the raccoons, that usually leave a huge mess.

Was he indeed blushing? Y/N wondered for a split second, but cast the thought away as quickly as it appeared.

"Just.." he paused for a while and looked around pointing to the trash cans, scattered all over the place. "Just them silly raccoons." His voice was deep and gravely, yet almost soothing.

You smiled

"Yeah they can be a real pain in the a-", you stopped midsentence something about the way he looked at you, made you hesitant to use swear words.

"Well, I have just been wondering what was going...on", you quickly mumbled, before turning around, you have been already standing in the doorway, halfway gone and it was just before the heavy backdoor of the apartment building shut, when you heard his quiet voice "Y-yeah, sorry for waking you, didn't mean to..."

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I do not know where this is leading but I thought I'd simply give it a try and at least start writing and maybe posting it here will help me to continue writing instead of procrastinating and writing stuff in my head. 😏

Would really appreciate ideas or thoughts 🤔

#ethan hawke #russell millings #russell millings x reader

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witchofinterest · 4 years

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Ocs

Psych:

Fic title: the trick is to keep breathing?

Willow Spencer (fc: Victoria Moroles)

Marley Perez (fc: Daniella Nieves)

???

Supernatural:

Fic title: please stop my relentless daughter

Dinah laurel Winchester

Jeremy? (fc: Vincent karthriser??)

Serena sparks (Rowena daughter, Kevin love interest??) fc:kat McNamara or Madison Davenport?

Zoe - Reaper (reader? Reed? Reid?)

Prodigal son:

Aubrey belle hart (fc: Sarah shahi)

Grimm

Title: villeneuve

Lorelai “Rory” burkhardt (Willa Holland???)

Helen (damonfuer) ( first interaction based on knife trick)

? (Willahara)

Merlin: (ad astra per aspera)

Wakely

Buffy:

John Jax

Angel:

Fic title: angel investigations (A&j/AJ investigations) know it well??

Josette Jax

The umbrella academy:

Ivy lane

Sep fic

Keke kennedy fc: Kat graham)

The gifted:

Lynn Allen “Heart” (kaylee frost) (change Lynn’s physical mutation?)

Empath mutant rival

Lorna Dane little sis gravity also Andy li) Luna/lane/Lana/Lori/Miranda “Mira/Mandy/Mimi ” “miracle” Dane? Needs mutant name (zero?) (lady gravity?) (revolution?) (orbit?) (Luna? Lady Luna?)

Tvd:

Rylee O’Connell (Virginia gardener)

Akira Ito

Evander Salvatore (Cameron Kennedy)

Charmed:

Poppy Halliwell (fc: kaylee Bryant)

Separate story

Title: yellow? Dandelion? Heads or tails?

Sophie?? Half-demon/half-witch (Penelope Mitchell

Charmed 2.0

Iris Maxine “Max” Vera fc:

My babysitters a vampire:

Charlotte “Charlie” Cruz (fc: Paris Berelc?)

Legacies:

Cassandra “Cassie” (Ngo) Lockwood (fc: Lana condor)

Emmett Lockwood (fc )

Elenor “Ellie” something-Lockwood (fc)

Lab rats:

acacia “casey” clover

Teen wolf:

Christina “Chris” (Hunter) (mom friend)

The order:

Louise “Lois” Iim (fc: Kristen Kruek)

Titans:

Katherine “Kay” Mulaney

Poi???? Variables

Cj ardnt (parallel to the machnne, maybe Tm I Initials)

Ouat:

Georgiana mills

Freya “Faye” periwinkle

Nancy drew:

Judith “Jude” drew (?):Danielle rose russel?)

Heroes:

Title: bury me dead

Olive Henry

Heroes reborn:

???

Leverage:

estella “este” Jin

Daybreak:

? (Fc: lyrica okano)

Scorpion:

Veronica “Ronnie” Curtis fc: Jenna Ortega

The flash/legends:

Sam Snart (eventually)

E2!Theresa “junior/tess/a” hwang (x Jesse)

Sam and Wally spin-off after legends season 3, they were partners in flashpoint and make appearances in the flash

Prison break:

Selena talia wu Aka TW

October faction:

Bettina “Bette” zhu (fc: Leah lewis)

Arrow:

Elizabeth Erin “Lizzie” lance? Little canary fc giorgia whigham (Quentin forces her to take self defense) (title: behind the eyes?)

Gotham:

Lara Covin fc: holly Marie combs

Kevin Covin (father murderer(

Constance “Connie” Covin fc: Ciara bravo (crime princess??) (father, Mario Calvi)

Sara Essen niece fc: Megan Tandy

Fiona g (final girl) fc:

Fiona’s resurrected friend?

community:

jennifer “cat” winger

stargirl:

raegen “rae” patrisha knight

xmen:

alexandra “alex” logan aka speck

sydney summers aka sparrow

daredevil:

wilhemina “mina” woods murdock

nikita:

oc: birdie oshiro

#ignore thos pleasee #future ref #oc list #ocs

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master-sass-blast · 4 years

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Painting Pandemonium

Alright, I know this should’ve been part two of “Out With the Old, In With the New,” but I had a bad few days and needed fluff. Part Two of last week’s fic will be up next week, barring any other mishaps.

Summary: You and Piotr host a Bob Ross painting party for your family and friends.

Rating: G for domestic fluff and found family stuff.

Pairing(s): Piotr Rasputin x Reader, Nathan Summers x Wade Wilson, Ellie Phimister x Yukio, Kitty Pryde x Illyana Rasputin (alluded to), and Alexandra Rasputin x Nikolai Rasputin.

Set after “Future: Realized.”

Sidenote: I’m thinking about doing a dedicated arc to Alexandra. She’s got an entire fleshed out backstory for the series, and I love her so much and would love to feature her more. Would any of you be interested in that/some Alexandra-centric fics? Let me know via DMs or asks; Tumblr changed the notifications system and made it too hard to keep up with reblogs.

Taglist: @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @super-darkcloudstudent, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @nebulous-leo

It begins one sunny, early Spring day, when you’re watching your husband work on his latest painting (one of two hands holding each other, each smeared with the colors of the lesbian, gay, and asexual pride flags) in his art studio.

“Have you ever heard of Bob Ross?”

“Da.” Piotr dabs some more magenta paint on the wrist of the left hand, then looks over at you and smiles. “I watched tutorials to learn English. Why ask?”

“Eh, just wondering,” you say, curling up in the cushy arm chair Piotr keeps in his studio –he says it’s so he has somewhere comfortable to sit when he’s thinking, but it’s as much for you as it is for him. “Wasn’t sure if he’d made it over into Russia’s cultural bubble or not.”

“Ah, that, not so much.” He takes a step back from his easel, eyeing the canvas with no small amount of scrutiny, undoubtedly weighing out whether the distributions of the colors on the two hands–the rainbow amalgam for the gay pride flag where the fingers interlock, and the lesbian and asexual pride flag colors on the separate, untouching parts of the hands and wrists—are up to his incredibly high standards. “Matushka found some for me to watch on tape when I started painting, but I earnest watched when I came to America.” He quirks his mouth to the side, then looks at you and jerks his head at the canvas. “Mysli?”

“Needs more yellow and green,” you declare after a moment of studying the painting. “Otherwise it’s a lot of warm tones and purple-y tones, and that just makes my eyes start glazing without something to liven it up.”

Piotr nods with a grunt of agreement, then adds more yellow and green paint to his palette.

***

It continues a few weeks later, when the two of you are buying groceries.

“Hey, have you heard about those ‘Bob Ross painting parties?’” you blurt when you two pass the arts and crafts section of the store. When Piotr gives you a blank look, you elaborate. “You know, a bunch of people get together with a bunch of paint and canvases and shit and follow a Bob Ross tutorial while hanging out.”

Piotr blinks rapidly as he processes the concept, then smiles slowly and shakes his head. “I take it you have reason for bringing this up.”

“I mean…” You let your voice trail off, then look up at your husband with your patented ‘I’m-so-cute-you-can’t-resist-me-please-make-me-pancakes’ eyes. “We have a house. We have access to YouTube and Netflix –which are where the tutorials are. We have friends we like to hang out with.”

Piotr chuckles, then grins down at you. “Would you like to host ‘painting party,’ myshka?”

“Well, since you brought it up!” you chirp brightly, which only makes your husband laugh harder. “But yeah, I think it’d be fun! And we got paint right here!”

Piotr shakes his head –still smiling—as you gesture at the Crayola-stocked arts and crafts section, then ushers you away from the aisle. “We can host party, lyublyu –but we can get better paint than that.”

***

It takes a few weeks of planning, gathering supplies, checking schedules, and inviting people –but finally, towards the end of April, it all comes together.

The kitchen counter is laden with snacks –chips, fruits and veggies, cookies, little sandwiches, and the like. The coffee table in front of the couch has canvases, tubes of paint, and jars of paintbrushes loaded on it. The TV that hangs over the fireplace is on and set up to play one of Bob Ross’s tutorials, once everyone’s ready.

Nearly everyone is already here. Kitty, Russell, Illyana, Ellie, and Yukio are milling around the kitchen, jabbering while they down various snacks. Mikhail and Neena are sitting on the couch, looking at something on Neena’s phone. Piotr and his mother, Alexandra, are talking about one of Piotr’s latest paintings, while Nikolai stands nearby quietly, only throwing in the occasional comment.

You grin when the doorbell rings multiple times in a row, then skip over to the front door and open it with a sunny grin. “Hey!”

Wade greets you with an enthusiastic bear hug. “Howdy yourself, pardner! Hope you saved some yellow paints for me; I’ve always found those ones to be the best tasting.”

You and Nate exchange a fondly annoyed eyeroll over Wade’s antics, in addition to a hug. “Glad you could make it, Dad.”

“Like we wouldn’t come.” He pats your shoulder, lips quirking into an amused grin. “Like he’d—” he nods at Wade “—let me skip out. He’s been talking about it nonstop for the past two weeks.”

***

It takes no small amount of shuffling to get everyone situated so they can all see the screen. Kitty, Illyana, Russell, Ellie, and Yukio all cram onto the couch together (which Piotr drapes with towels beforehand), Neena, Nathan, Alex, and Nikolai take station behind the couch with barstools and easels, you and Piotr set up on either side of the couch, and Mikhail and Wade…

Well…

“This is fucking overkill,” Wade gripes as Piotr ushers him and his brother to an area he’d prepped by taping newspapers to the floors and walls before hanging plastic shower curtains over the walls and putting down one of his thick drop canvases over the newspapered floor.

“Language, Wade,” Piotr says. “And it is just small precaution.”

“Nebol'shaya predostorozhnost', moya zadnitsa,” Mikhail grumbles.

“You two are… most chaotic,” Piotr says, attempting to be diplomatic. “This will minimize clean up, at end.”

“Sounds like someone wants paint in his shoes,” Wade stage-whispers to Mikhail.

“Agreed,” Mikhail faux whispers back with a nod. “We wait until tutorial puts him to sleep, and then we put purple paint in shoes.”

“I was thinking red, but purple works, too.”

You laugh along with everyone else, then blow your husband a kiss when he sighs heavily and shakes his head. “Alright, are we all ready?”

***

“Fu –freaking… why does he switch colors so much!”

“Relax, baby.” Yukio smiles at her frustrated girlfriend, then kisses her shoulder. “It’s just for fun.”

“Fun is playing Mariokart… or studying string theory,” Ellie growls through gritted teeth as she jabs at her canvas with a paintbrush. “Not… dab some stuff here and some other stuff there and making little blobs look like things.”

“Come on, Negasonic the Hedgehog!” Wade coos teasingly from where he’s swiping at his own canvas. “Think ‘happy little clouds’ and ‘happy little trees!’”

“Douchepool, I will jam this paint brush up your—”

“Language, NTW,” Piotr says warningly –though not without a good dose of fondness. “And, Wade, no harassment, please.”

“Harassment? Pretty sure your little protegee there was just threatening to harass my—”

“Wade.”

Kitty just laughs as she works on her own ‘mountain sunrise’ scene. “Relax, Ellie. There’s no right or wrong way to do it.”

“Incorrect,” Illyana retorts, brow deeply furrowed as she works on her own painting. “There is tutorial. That is right way.”

“Tutorial is only reference, to show distribution of colors and shades,” Piotr corrects his younger sister as he leans over to look at his mentee’s canvas. “You are loading brush too heavy, Ellie. Start with less, then add more if needed.”

“I think I am less ‘sunrise’ and more ‘disco rave,’” Nikolai chuckles as he peers down at his own canvas.

Neena lets out a ‘whoa’ when she looks over at Nick’s canvas, then laughs lightly. “It’s long distance art. Meant to be seen from far away.”

Nick laughs along with her. “At last, I have found niche.”

The corner of Alex’s mouth turns up in a smile, and she reaches out and pats her husband’s thigh with her free hand.

***

Once you’re all done –which takes a lot of pausing and rewinding the tutorial video—you all set your respective canvases on the dining room table, then admire each other’s works.

Piotr’s, unsurprisingly, is the best. He’s the most experienced artist out of all of you, and very familiar with both the materials and Bob Ross’s work.

You wrap your arms around your husband’s waist and kiss his side. “Very nice work, honey.”

He wraps a strong, muscular arm around you and kisses the top of your head. “Spasibo, myshka.”

Alexandra’s is also a “top contender” (even though it’s not a contest, which means there really aren’t contenders, but whatever). It’s not as technically proficient as her son’s –none of yours are—but in balance, composition, and contrast, it’s one of the strongest.

The painter herself, though, regards her work with neutral indifference while everyone else ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ over it. “It’s alright. Average.”

You watch as Nikolai wraps his arms around his wife’s shoulders, murmuring something in her ear that you can’t make out –it’s likely in Russian, anyway, so it doesn’t make much of a difference—before kissing her temple.

Alex’s hand trembles as she places it on her husband’s arm. Just a little.

Before you can make anything of it, Kitty busts out laughing.

“That is amazing!” she guffaws as she studies Wade’s painting –which looks less like a ‘sunrise’ and more like…

Well, it’s somewhere between a ‘LSD trip realized’ and ‘inside of a rainbow.’

(Granted, they might just be the same thing.)

“Very Picasso,” Kitty adds, grinning and shaking her head.

Wade preens theatrically. “I always felt a calling the abstract.”

She moves to Nikolai’s next. “I actually really like this. I think the intensity of the sunrise colors really sets off the greens in the trees.”

Nikolai grins when Illyana translates for him, then does a little bow to Kitty. “Spasibo, tigrionok.”

You can’t help but smile as you watch everyone –the people you love so much—laugh and talk to each other and admire each other’s paintings. This is home.

***

“You seem happy.”

You look up from admiring everyone’s paintings –night has long since fallen, and everyone’s headed back to their own places, but you and Piotr had offered to hold onto the paintings for a few days so they could dry. “Huh?”

“You are happy, lyublyu.” Piotr smiles softly as he watches you. “Glowing.”

You smile bashfully as you look up at him. “I mean… I am happy. We’re making a home.” Tears well up in your eyes, and you smile broader even as grief –well-papered over, but there all the same—rises in your chest. “And it’s so different from the one I grew up in. It’s warm and loving and friendly… and that makes me happy.”

Piotr smiles, melancholy tears shining in his eyes, then draws you into his arms and kisses the top of your head.

Yeah. This is home.

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Imagine: You surprise your boyfriend Russel during his closing shift at Troy's.

Russel Millings x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Reader is Afab and 18+, established relationship, oral (m and f receiving), voyeurism, dirty talk, public sex, PiV, creampie, sort of fluff, sweet Russ.

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Russel is a tireless man.

With work, with life, with you. He spent every moment thinking and worrying, attempting to do and be the best that he could. After two decades of incarceration, Russ had become very anxious and nervous. He was always worried about his job and recently, you. You were the new concern at the forefront of his mind. You came into his life wrapped like a present and quickly became his entire world. Since dating you, Russel had worked endlessly to try and become better. A better man, a harder worker, any and everything you needed, he would be.

It was a shift like any other. Becca had asked him to work a double, which meant movie night would be cancelled. He had left a deeply apologetic voicemail from the work phone. Russ promised that the minute he could he'd make it up to you, and he meant it. There was a nagging fear at the back of his mind that this was going to ruin your day and maybe you'd stop asking for movie nights all together.

Closing at Troy's Burgers was easy enough. Since given the spare key, he was locked inside and able to take his time cleaning everything top to bottom. Russel felt a deep urge to make sure things were done right, which was most likely why he was often asked to close. His attention to detail and need to do the job correctly had him far more reliable than his coworkers.

It was nearing 12 AM as Russ walked outside with two full trash bags in his hands. His mind was distracted thinking of you and how upset at him you must be. He was certain that this mishap was going to be the doom of your relationship. Perhaps you'd realize finally that he wasn't worth the trouble of waiting around.

Russ did not know he'd been staring at the dumpster for nearly five minutes. Snapping out of it, he hoisted the lid and tossed the heavy bags. He wiped his hands on his apron and walked back inside through the back before turning and gently locking the door. There was a comfort in knowing he was alone there. He didn't have to worry about forced conversations or anyone watching him for mistakes.

As he walked around the corner back towards the kitchen, he yelped. You were standing there, hands up slightly with a smile on your face. How in the hell did you get in here?

"Hey baby! I am so sorry I didn't mean to scare you." Your voice was delicate, hushed.

A hand rested over his chest as he felt his old heart pound within. It took him a moment before he could actually speak again.

"H-how did you-"

"When you walked outside I snuck in behind you. Honestly I didn't know if approaching you outside in the dark was scarier than being in here when you came back. I'm so sorry." You laugh and walk towards him.

Now that that shock had settled, he reaches out and wraps his arms around you, drawing you in close. He smelled of grease and fried food. Not like you minded of course. Your head drops against his shoulder and your arms wrap around him, squeezing him gently. Russ was smiling against you, his eyes closed as he breathes you in. You were the best smell in the world to him.

"I got your message, and I felt so bad you were so sorry. I just had to come see you." You leaned back slightly so he looked at you.

Your hands cupped his cheeks, his blue eyes meeting yours for a moment before flicking away. You could feel the warmth blossoming under his skin, his hands having slid from your back to rest over your hips.

Russ didn't say anything. He felt worse that you had come to surprise him. You were always so thoughtful and attentive. The man often felt undeserving of the love and compassion you gave him. He opened his mouth to start to speak, and found himself unable to as your lips latched to his own. The kiss startled him, his eyes widening immediately as your body presses up to his.

He could never resist you. Kissing back, his fingers curl into your hips tightly. Your lips smack together almost obscenely, soft pants and breaths escaping between frantic presses of your mouths. Russ could feel himself getting hot, the blood rushing from his head to his groin. You could sense it, and your hand slipped behind the apron to cup him between his legs.

The touch shocked Russ to his core, making him keen. You greedily swallow his noises, kissing him harder as you take control. Your body nudges him backwards, away from the kitchen and up against the wall beside the office door. The impact makes him grunt into your lips, his body stiffening and his cock hardening against your palm.

"That's it." You gasp and kiss along his jaw and his neck. Your mouth marking along his throat until you reached his collar.

Beneath you, the man whimpered. His breathing loud and heavy as he rocks against your hand like he was starved. Your lips curl into a smirk against him, palming along the outline of his cock and stroking him through his pants. You watch as his eyes close and his head tilts back to hit against the wall, his hands closing into fists by his hips.

"W-wait. Wait." He breathes out suddenly. "W-we can't. I-I can't, not here, n-not on the clock I-I could.." He was stammering over his words which told you he was nervous.

"Do you want me to stop?" You question, your palm slowing to a stop but not leaving the swell in his pants.

"N-no." Russ chokes quickly, frantically bucking against your hand to chase that wonderful friction you gave him.

Your eyes soften and you kiss his chin, then his lips. Taking the initiative, you move your hands around the apron and unbutton his pants. Russel's trembling breath spurred you on, knowing he was on edge excited you. Opening his pants, you released his aching cock and wrapped your fist around his girth. The man jerked and arched nearly fully off the wall, his eyes screwing shut.

"W-what if, w-what if w-we- what if s-some sees?" His words fell out of his quivering lips between heavy breaths. One of his hands had reached down to hold onto the wrist connected to the fist around his cock. "W-what i-if-"

"Baby, no one is gonna see us. The store is closed and locked, and we're away from the windows." You speak soothingly to him. Russ needed affirmations sometimes and you were happy to oblige. "It's just me and you Russ. Just relax for me okay?" Your eyes sparkle when he nods.

His eyes had been shut when you dropped to your knees in front of him. Which made the touch of your warm lips around his swollen, blunt head startle a gasp from him. Your tongue rolls around the slit to gather all of his salty pre cum, and you swallow it before easing half of him into the warmth of your mouth.

Russ groans, jolting his hips forward and muttering out an 'O-oh Jeez', his hand shooting down to grip into your hair for stability. Encouraged by the reaction, you start sucking him softly and bouncing your lips along him. Your mouth was a perfect seal around his swollen shaft, and he was lost within you effortlessly. He could not believe you were sucking him off at his work.

"Y-you-re a-ah-mazing. Y-you're s-so good." He chokes out. Russ could feel his heart slamming in his chest and pounding in his ears. The man felt as though he could pass out. Between your velvety soft tongue and the wonderful sucking you applied, he was throbbing already. "Y-you're s-so.." He stammers, his grip in your hair tightening slightly. You were perfect, the most amazing woman in the world and he was certain he was in love. No one had ever touched him the way you did.

You loved him, and you loved pleasing him. No man was more deserving of kindness and love than Russel Millings. The sounds he made above you encouraged you to give him more. Wanting him down your throat, you relax your jaw and swallow him to the base, causing Russ to jerk his hips forward and hit his head against the wall. "J-jeez. Y-you're.." He mumbles, his other hand hitting and smoothing over the wall. "I-I'm-" His breathing was louder, frantic.

Of course you knew what was coming. Sucking firmly, you begin to glide your mouth up and down on his cock, gagging occasionally when the entirety of his length nudged down your throat. Russ was breathing erratically now, his chest heaving and his hand pushing ever so gently into your head. You refused to pull off of him, swallowing and sucking his length until he was choking and whimpering above you.

His hand pushed the back of your head suddenly, desperately coaxing you to take him to the base. Hips jerking forward to meet your mouth, Russ gives a noisy cry and shivers. You feel the throb of him against your tongue and taste the warmth of his seed spilling down the back of your throat in spurts. Russ gently bucks his hips a few more times, giving a low whimper and gently petting your hair.

When you were certain he was done you slipped your mouth off of him. "You were amazing." He says. His eyes soft and face flushed. "Y-you just- are s-so.." You stood as he spoke, smoothing your hands over his chest before gently pecking his lips and cutting him off. His eyes closed and he wraps you up in a familiar needy embrace.

"D-do you - uh- c-can I-?" It were not possible for his face to be any redder.

With a smile, you kiss him again and lick into his mouth, eliciting a jump and soft groan from Russ. His tongue pushing forward to touch yours, not minding the residual taste of himself. Hands paw at your hips, indicative that Russ wanted to ask you something. You gently break the kiss and look up at him smiling.

"I-I would like to take care of you too." He murmurs, placing soft kisses to your forehead.

"I'd like that."

He takes your hips and turns the both of you. Once your back touched the wall your hands slipped down to gather the edge of your skirt and hoist it up for him. Russ leaned back and looked at you, his eyes going wide once he saw your slick covered panties and inner thighs.

"All from you."

His lips push together and he swallows. He could feel his softened cock already starting to harden again from the sight and words alone. Quickly, Russ stole one more glance around the restaurant before he dropped down to his knees.

"Y-you're s-so beautiful. You're so perfect." Praising mumbles escaped his lips as he places soft kisses to your thighs.

Reaching up he hooked a finger into your panties and slowly dragged them down. You stepped one leg out of them before he was on you. The sudden brush of his warmth and prickle of his goatee made you whimper. He placed delicate kisses against your folds, blue eyes staring up at you to be sure he was doing a good job.

And he was.

Russ pulls a cry from you as he pushed his tongue against your swollen bud. You two had spent time together going over how to take care of one another, and he had always been so attentive. Your hand drops to grip into his hair, gasping as his lips suck around it, his tongue rolling and lashing gently. You pulse your hips forward, whimpering louder.

"Oh Russ, don't stop." The man wouldn't dream of it. He began eating you like he was possessed. His tongue lapping between your folds and swallowing your fluids like he was starving. His eyes never left you once.

Russel was fully hard now, his cock pulsing and dribbling in his excitement. He knew he needed to be patient, and he would never dream of stopping especially with you begging him so nicely. His tongue flattened against your engorged bud, lapping at you feverishly and drawing endless cries out of you.

Azure eyes gazed lovingly at you from his place on his knees. Russ was smitten, drunk off your taste and sounds. He could have spent hours with his mouth on you like this. You keen, feeling a warmth blooming in your core and the rising sensation of your impending release. Your breathing quickens, your hips pulse and you shriek. All the while Russ' warm mouth latched to you, his velvet tongue licking and rolling over your swollen clit.

He knew exactly what you needed. One fat finger prods your aching hole and slips inside with ease. Buried to the knuckle, he pumps his digit firmly up into you, his lips sucking your clit in tandem. Now that you had something to clench around, you came. Your fingers grasp into his hair as sparks burst behind your eyelids. You were certain you could wake the dead with your cries.

Clamping around his digit, you rut your hips forward and shiver, wave after wave of your release washing over you. Hips stuttering, you allow yourself to breathe and untense, still petting a hand into your paramours hair. Russ had slowed his lapping to a stop and very gently removed his finger. You felt almost saddened by the withdrawal.

"You did so amazing Russ." Your eyes twinkle and you motion for him to come up to you. Rising, he leans in and kisses you again, basking and nearly purring from the compliment. Russel lived for you, and knowing he could take care of you the way you did him, it made his heart throb. "Do you wanna cum in me?" You whisper, tasting yourself on his tongue as you bury him in kisses. You hear him moan and know what his answer was.

One of his large hands grabs your hip and you raise your leg to hook it around him. You wanted to reward him for being so good. His nose brushed your jaw as he trailed kisses against your neck, tickling you with his facial hair and making you shiver. Using his other hand, you feel Russ guide the head of his cock against your folds, dipping between them and to your opening. With a gentle nudge, he breaches you and groans as he's enveloped within your tight heat.

You moan with him, your eyes closing as you stretch deliciously around his girth. Russ was a big boy, 8 and a half inches and nearly thick as a soda can. Your first time with him had left you sore and satisfied, as did every time after the fact. You angle your hips and try to meet his thrusts. "C-can-t-" His words were clumsy and so were his movements. Eating you out had nearly been enough to make him cum. Being buried in your cunt with you practically begging for it was proving to be too much for the timid man.

"Give it to me." You pant into his ear. "Fill me Russ, I want to be stuffed full of you. Please baby, please." Your words were desperate, you needed him, all of him.

That was all it took.

Russ whimpered and choked, rutting into you messily. His fingers bruised your skin as he pushed up into you, his stomach against yours, nearly smothering you in his larger frame. You cry out, feeling him spear into a sweet place deep inside you. His body shuddered and muscles tensed, you feel the sting of his teeth against your skin as Russ whimpers your name. His cock throbbed so hard you felt it each time it spurted within you.

"T-that's it." You gasp, gently winding your pelvis down to grind him within you. Russ had frozen in place, his eyes closed as he relished in the delight of his release. When he finished, he gently pushed his forehead to yours and remained like that a beat longer. No words needing to be spoken, he loved you and you loved him.

When he finished, Russ gently withdrew from you and put himself away. Lowering himself again, he grabbed your underwear and helped you put them back on. You laugh and wobble as you do so, and he gently smooths the creases in your skirt and hair, trying to tidy you up to perfection. You can't stop smiling.

"I'm gonna wait in the car, you take your time okay?" You steal one more gentle kiss. Russ laughs and averts his eyes before looking around shyly. "Well... I was pretty much done once I did the trash, I just need to punch out." His voice was quiet, and he glances at you with the smallest of smiles. You nod and give him a hug before hurrying towards the exit.

"Don't keep me waiting!"

When the door closed behind you, Russ gave the restaurant a quick look over before punching out. He turned the lights out, locked the doors and made his way towards the car. Removing his apron, he folded it neatly on his lap as he settled into the passenger side.

"You hungry? I can swing by somewhere or there's leftovers back at the apartment?" You turn the AC down once the temperature was comfortable for you both. Russ buckled himself in and let out a soft hum of thought. "I'll eat what's at home." He nodded. You smile and reach across the car to take one of his large hands into your smaller one. He smiles timidly and laces his fingers with yours as you drove home.

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