#added a lil summary of vagueness

[insomniac-silco-maniac]

Unplanned - Chapter One

Silco x OC canon divergence AU (NSFW) 

Warning tags: Lactation kink, canon typical violence, MDNI

Summary: Silco gets more than he expected from a girl who sweeps him off his feet. Literally.

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Micheal pushed her way through the tight alleys, panting heavily and barely able to hear the racing feet behind her over the sound of her heart beating in her ears. She hit a wall hard and pushed herself off it to get leverage down the next alley, this one wider and leading out to an empty street. She'd be able to at least fight with that much space. She hoped.

A quick glance over her shoulder as she neared the street had mismatched eyes falling on the five men who were stumbling over each other as they bounced off the same wall she had. Too close now.

The air was abruptly knocked from her lungs as she exited the alley, slamming right into someone and toppling them both to the ground. She spun her head to finally look forward and found herself on her hands and knees above the very pissed off Eye of Zaun.

Fantastic.

Her lungs hadn't quite gathered air back yet so she didn't say anything as she quickly rolled off of him and looked to the men who had been chasing her. They still seemed hellbent on finishing this fight until they caught sight of the man on the ground next to her. They couldn't have run away fast enough.

Micheal panted and looked to the older man who was seemingly as winded as she was, though she had a feeling most of his panting was out of anger. "I am so sorry." She breathed out, pushing herself to her feet and holding her hand out to him. Despite the sting of him slapping it away she didn't blame him, watching as he got to his feet on his own.

Silco opened his mouth to snap at her but the words died on his tongue as he finally got a good look at the girl. Now, a normal person would think that's not something you see everyday, but Silco was not normal and he did in fact see that every day when he looked in the mirror. Still, it was quite a shock to see the girl with a pure black left eye, like his just without the burning orange iris. She seemed to notice his shock and he quickly steeled himself. "It would be wise of you to watch where you are going." His words were thick with venom, dripping heavy with each one despite him still staring into her eyes.

"Was more concerned with what was happening behind me." Micheal retorted, brushing some gravel from her bloodied palms after the impact with the ground. "But I'll be sure to watch where I'm going next time I'm being chased." The displeased look on the man's face made her tense. "Sir."

Silco stared down his nose at her, seeing how she didn't exactly cower away from him, more so playing nice than actually being intimidated. Most people would be scared shitless about looking at him, let alone running him down and then responding sarcastically of all things. He took his chance to look the girl over, intrigued by her now that he knew she wasn't terrified like most. Long black hair was done up in a single braid that hung over her shoulder and fell down to her hip. She was wearing a button up dress shirt that rivaled his in red, though it was clearly matched to her blood red right eye. It was tucked into a pair of black dress pants, suspenders hanging by her thighs, used for fashion more than practicality. Not one he'd lose in a crowd. "Why were they chasing you?"

"Bumped into one of them." The girl shrugged, rubbing her shoulder at the memory.

"You seem to have a habit of that."

Micheal snorted softly and shook her head, arms folding across her stomach and it was clear now that she had bruises along her arm. "Blind in my left eye. Not easy to watch where I'm going." She shrugged again, used to running into things, her hip also bruised in multiple places from walking into tables. Her depth perception sucked.

A soft hum left the man and his lips curled up in a small smirk. "I suppose I can forgive you for running into me then. This time."

The girl laughed and caught his gaze. "I appreciate it. Didn't really want to die today." She teased, rocking from her heels to her toes. It was her turn to look the man up and down, pleased to finally see him up close after a few glimpses in the streets. He wasn't as scary as people made him out to be, at least not in looks. Who didn't have scars? Live down here long enough and you'll start to wear them proudly as a warning to anyone who tried to fuck with you. Look what I can handle. "Well, I hate to keep you from whatever business you have. Sorry again for running into you." She beamed and went to leave, blinking in surprise when his hand caught her elbow.

"Do you have somewhere you need to be?" Silco asked curiously, not wanting this girl to slip through his fingers. It wasn't just her eye drawing him in, but he'd admit it was a major factor. There was something else though, like a whirlpool around her that swept him in the moment she got close. He wanted to know her, even if it was unorthodox of him to do so. He made the rules, and he could break them.

"Not at all, just assumed you did."

He smirked slightly and nodded his head in the direction of the Last Drop. "Allow me to buy you a drink."

Micheal couldn't help the soft snort that escaped her. "Wouldn't it be free for you?"

"Humor me."

She laughed but nodded, ignoring the twinge of loss she felt when his hand left her arm. It was a gentle hold, even more so than she expected considering this man's reputation. The girl easily fell in step behind him and followed the crime lord to his club. Not something one does every day. Still though, the moment he didn't stab her from crashing into him she felt at ease just talking to the man.

Its was pretty early in the evening and yet the music from the club vibrated the ground beneath her feet as they approached it, the double doors being pushed open for the man and subsequently her. The crowd parted for him as well, just enough that she occasionally had to push some people away if they cut between her and the crime lord, despite being practically on his heels.

The older man lead her up the stairs to the second floor, private booths lining the walls and he took one next to a closed door with two guards outside of it. A wave of his hand had the girl sinking into one side as he stood in front of the table. "Give me one moment." He said just loud enough to be heard over the music before he moved to the door and stepped inside.

Micheal glanced around before she shifted a little further into the curve of the booth so she could see her surroundings better. She caught the glimpses of a few people at other tables, the weight of their judgement hitting her heavily. Even as she dropped her gaze she could still feel theirs burning into her.

It wasn't until Silco returned that she finally looked up, watching as he sat and carefully slid himself just a little further into the booth than necessary. "Can I ask how you handle it when someone shows damn near disgust purely for your eye?" As she spoke she absently leaned her head into her hand, cradling it in a way that kept her eyes from view of others in the club. She opted to stare at him, noting that he was now sans coat and had a cigar between two fingers, a lighter in his other hand.

Silco frowned slightly at the question and looked out over the club, seeing the ones whispering and how their glances locked with the girl but avoided him. "Usually I stab them in the eye." The laugh he got from the girl made him smirk, seeing her shoulders ease. The moment she looked away he caught the eyes of a guard over her shoulder and glanced at the table across the way, a silent command to rid whoever it was from his club.

"I guess that's one way to handle it." Micheal smiled, keeping her gaze either on Silco or the table until someone approached.

"What would you like?" The older man asked, fingers gently drumming on the table.

"Whiskey sour."

"Make it two." Silco said to the waiter who scurried off.

It was once he was gone Micheal saw that the group of people in the booth across the way were being forced out, glancing over her shoulder to see one of the guards was gone from his post at the door. "I look away for two seconds." She laughed, shaking her head. "You didn't need to, I may hate the staring but I can ignore it."

"If they're staring at you for your eye, then it's an insult to me as well." Silco said with a clipped shrug, lighting the cigar in his hand before bringing it to his lips. "Besides, I'd prefer to have all of your attention at the moment." The words fell from his lips along with a cloud of smoke.

Even with all the flashing lights, Micheal was positive her blush was visible, cursing the heat that only burned more when the man smiled as he noticed. "You have it."

"Excellent." Silco smirked, only breaking eye contact when their drinks were served before he turned back to the girl and raised his glass. The soft clink of their tumblers was drowned out by the music, his gaze glued to hers as he took a sip, deft fingers barely holding the edge of the glass until it was set down. "What's your name?"

Micheal laughed softly as they clinked their glasses together, humming at the question. "My name huh? That's a tough one. I don't normally tell people my actual name unless I trust them to keep it a secret. Can I trust you?" The question was about more than just her name, the obvious weight of it resting heavy in the air between them.

"You can." Silco said through another puff of smoke, lips curling into another smile as the girl leaned in closer.

"Most know me as Micheal, but you may call me Nina." Her voice was just loud enough for him to hear, but even so he had shifted in more to catch every syllable. The pleased look on his face made her shiver slightly and she grinned as she sat back and sipped her drink.

"A lovely name, for a lovely woman." He purred the words as he tapped his cigar over the ashtray at the center of the table.

"You flatter." Micheal laughed, though once again she knew he could see her blush. "Am I allowed to use your name or is it strictly sir?" She once again rested her face into her hand, cradling her cheek so she could look straight at him and only him.

A small hum left the man as he mulled over the answer despite knowing he wanted to hear her say his name. "You may use it." He said the words casually like it was no big deal when they both knew that it was.

"Wonderful." Micheal smiled but didn't say his name, the dark thrill of a look in his eyes all she needed to know that he was enjoying the playfulness. "So tell me sir, what's it like being the most dangerous man in the Undercity?"

"It has its perks." Silco chuckled as he brought the cigar to his lips. "For example, I can easily threaten someone to say my name if I need to."

The girl quirked a brow and grinned. "Oh? And what sort of threat would that be?" Her mismatched eyes widened as a hand slid beneath the table and over her thigh, squeezing and dragging fingers enough to part her legs.

"The threat of not going further." Silco said casually, like his hand wasn't slipping higher up her thigh, stopping just before his fingers brushed against the seam at the center of her pants.

Micheal's blush was undeniable and she squirmed in her seat, looking around as if someone might see despite the dark room only being lit up by strobing lights. No one could see. No one would notice if she rolled her hips forward, so long as she kept her face passive. "That is quite the threat." She downed the rest of her whiskey and caught his eyes with her own. "If I give in, will I be stuck in this booth with just your hand to satisfy me?"

Silco's eyes were dark and his lips were glued upwards in a smirk. "I'm sure we can come to another arrangement, though I do like the idea of watching you squirm in a room filled with people none the wiser." He purred lowly, running a single finger along the seam of her pants just to watch her shiver.

"You are an evil man~" Micheal laughed, keeping herself from pressing into that teasing finger. She spared a glance out into the club again, over the side of the railing to see a portion of the room below. Mismatched eyes followed the rhythm of movement until she spotted someone who seemed utterly out of place as they stood stark still amongst the mass of dancing figures. Her body reacted before she even properly registered what she saw, grabbing Silco's vest and tugging him down into the booth as a bullet hit the cushion where his head had been. It came as no surprise when the crowd below went into hysterics a moment later as the shot was undeniable despite the blaring music.

A hand slid around the wrist that she only realized was still grasping the crime lord's vest when she felt it, drawing her gaze as he pulled her with him out of the booth and to the door behind it. The guards in front had already opened it, and the moment it shut she heard them shouting at the droves of people pushing their way out of the club.

Micheal said nothing as they climbed another set of stairs, a hallway at the top that he lead her down before pushing open a door and pulling her inside. She barely got the chance to see she was in his office before her back was pressed against the door, his body against hers. Her mouth opened but all words died the moment his tongue met hers, eyes falling shut as she slid her arms around his shoulders and tried to tug him even closer.

Silco wasn't used to people saving his life if he wasn't paying them to do it, so it was quite a shock when he heard the shot the instant he was tugged down and out of the way. Oh he definitely wasn't going to let this girl go. The man all but dragged her up to his office, breathing sped up from adrenaline and his want for her.

The second they were alone he was on her, leg slipping between hers as their mouths met. The moan that slipped from her lips was all he needed to hear before he started to undo the buttons of her shirt, getting annoyed at the last few and ripping the rest of the garment open. He pulled back from her mouth and nipped his way down her jawline, across her throat where he made sure to leave deep red bruises, and down her chest. He kissed and bit at the top of her breasts, a hand sliding up from her waist and to her back where he eagerly snapped the clasps of her bra undone.

Micheal panted softly and moaned as his mouth trailed down her body, whimpering when he sucked hard on certain spots. Her hips rocked forward along his thigh and she bit her lip as her gaze fell to watch him. The hungry look in his eyes had her throbbing and she pushed him away so she could slide her shirt off, the bra falling to the floor as well. Her head hit the door as the man got back to work, chipped teeth and hot tongue finding their way to her nipple, fingers pinching the other.

"F-Fuck Silco." She finally let his name slip past her lips, the growl he gave in return making her shudder. A gasp left her a moment later as his hands slid beneath her thighs and lifted her up, the man deceptively strong as he carried her to his desk and nearly threw her onto it.

Silco stared down at her, panting as he ran his hands from her throat to her chest, briefly squeezing her breasts before going lower and catching the button of her pants. Once again he worked quickly to get it and her zipper undone, smirking as she lifted her hips so he could tug her pants off. The deep blush that hit her cheeks when she realized he'd also pulled her underwear down as well had him chuckling lowly. "No time to waste~"

Micheal laughed a little breathlessly and let him pull her pants off after a hasty removal of her boots as well. She bit her lip and spread her legs for him as he took in the sight of her, propped up on her elbows and looking at him with a hunger rivaling his own. "Then you better hurry up." She teased, giggling when he tugged her to the edge of the desk before he started to undo his own pants. Four buttons popped and he pulled himself free, her eyes widening at the sight and she had to shut her mouth before she started drooling. "Holy fuck."

Silco smirked and stepped forward, humming as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Beg for it." He purred as he teased her clit with the head of his cock.

Micheal moaned and shivered at the touch, biting her lip as she looked up at him through her lashes. "Please, please Silco I need you." She pleaded, body jolting whenever he'd drag himself over her clit. "F-Fuck fill me please!"

The older man chuckled at her, watching how she so easily came undone. "Good girl~" He said lowly, lining his cock up at her entrance and pushing himself deep in one smooth thrust. The wet heat was incredible and he groaned as he braced one hand on the desk at her side, loving the way she arched up into him.

"O-Oh Silco...!" Micheal whimpered and fell flat against the desk, his cock so big and stretching her so wonderfully. The twinge of pain mixed with pleasure and she rolled her hips against his, groaning at the feeling.

Silco hummed and leaned over her completely, catching her lips in another hungry kiss as he pulled himself out to the tip and then snapped his hips forward. Her cry of pleasure dripped into his mouth and he moaned, starting a rough and fast pace. His lips once again found her jaw, moving lower and lower until he was at her chest again. This time he started with the other nipple, having neglected it before and was making up for it now.

Micheal whined and arched up into his mouth, threading her fingers into his hair and gasping when it earned her a borderline painful bite. "Sil-ah! S-Silco...!" She couldn't form any other words, his name dripping from her lips.

Then the man suddenly stopped everything, pulling back and she didn't know why until her gaze fell to her chest. Her cheeks burned a bright red with embarrassment and she sat up, placing a hand over her chest and the her now leaking nipples. "I-I'm sorry–" Her apologies were cut off by his lips on hers, a firm hand pushing her back onto the desk while the other moved the arm she had covered herself with.

"Don't apologize." There was a kindness in his gaze, mixed in with a new hunger she didn't expect. "Just tell me if it starts to hurt." He moved back to her chest and caught a nipple between his lips, moaning around it as he started to suck the milk from her.

"O-oh fuck...!" The girl's head hit the desk again and she whimpered loudly as not only did he start to milk her but his hips started up even harder than before. "S-so good!" She cried out, fingers moving to tug at his hair as his hand cupped her breast and squeezed. The pleasure was intense and she could feel that wonderful heat pooling in her core, whines and moans leaving her freely.

Silco did not expect that but he couldn't deny how his cock throbbed as realization dawned on him, the sweet taste on his tongue making him want more. The moment his lips were wrapped around her again he was sucking hungrily, blue eye falling shut as he savored this moment. He got lost in his actions, moving from one nipple to the other, hips rocking of their own accord while his hands and mouth worked on milking the girl of every last drop.

It wasn't until she nearly screamed his name and tightened around him did he get pulled from it all, his forehead falling between her breasts as he moaned and his hips started to falter. A few thrusts later and he buried himself deep as he came hard, filling the girl with every last drop before he slid his arms beneath her and pulled her against him. He panted against her skin and kept his face buried until the high wore off, slowly releasing her and standing up a little straighter to admire the complete mess she was.

A bit of clean up and redressing had the girl sprawled out on his couch, bra still off as her nipples were quite sensitive now. An arm hung over her face as she rested, not having been fucked like that in ages.

Silco sat behind his desk, cigar between his lips as he reorganized it, papers having been crumpled or mixed around during their moment of fun. He tapped his fingers along the arm of his chair absently, a thought nagging at him but he wasn't sure how to broach the subject other than just being blunt. "You have a child."

Micheal blinked behind her arm at the words, a soft hum leaving her. "I had a child." She corrected quietly, letting her arm fall and head tilt so she could catch his gaze. "My daughter was killed a couple months ago...she wasn't even a year old yet at the time..."

Silco felt his chest tighten and he pushed himself from his chair, crossing the small gap between them before he sat on the table in front of her. "What happened?"

The girl sat up a little, mismatched eyes dull with sadness. "My sister gave birth to a still born, and it drove her insane. She killed many people that day, including the children of our other siblings." Her voice was quiet and she let herself fall back to the cushion, staring up at the ceiling. "Been trying my best to not let it get to me, to not end up like her." A hand slid into her own and she squeezed it, turning to look at him again. "I'm fine..."

Silco brought her hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss along her knuckles. "I...may not know the loss of a child, but I know the betrayal of someone you considered family."

"Is that what caused this...?" Micheal reached up and gently cupped his scarred cheek, her thumb brushing beneath his black eye. "What did you do about it?"

The older man sighed through his nose and nodded, instinctively leaning into her touch. "It is." He squeezed her hand gently, his free one stroking the soft skin of her exposed arm. "I killed him."

The girl hummed and nodded. "I killed her too." She admitted quietly, relaxing into the couch more at his touch. "You know...I never thought I'd relate to the Eye of Zaun so much~" She teased, lightening the mood a little. "Come on, I don't want to spoil such a good time."

Silco managed a soft chuckle and nodded, kissing her hand again. "Would you like another drink?" He placed his empty hand on his knee and pushed himself to his feet, fingers still holding hers until he walked far enough away they slipped free.

"Yes please." Micheal hummed, sitting up enough to prop herself up on the arm of the couch, already missing his touch. "Another whiskey if you have it."

A deeper chuckle this time, mismatched eyes glancing back at the girl. "Its all I drink~"

The girl laughed through her nose and shook her head. "We may have too much in common, Silco. It's becoming eerie." She cooed, reaching out to take the glass handed to her. "Thank you."

"Perhaps, though I find myself enjoying it." Silco admitted, gently lifting her legs so he could slide into a space on the couch before letting her rest her feet across his lap. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"Wholeheartedly." Micheal smiled, letting the man shift her around and sinking a little lower into the cushions as she sipped her drink. "Are you going to find out who took a shot at you? I got a pretty good look."

"I'm not going to do anything. If my men know what's good for them they'll be in the streets searching right now." Silco said with a shrug, pulling a cigar from a tray on the small table next to the couch, an odd placement since it was unlikely he shared them with guests.

Ah. Its because he sits here and can't be damned to cross the few feet to his desk to get more.

Micheal found herself laughing softly at the revelation, watching him take a drag off the cigar before leaning his head back and blowing rings of smoke into the air above them. "I'm not sure if anyone's told you recently, but you're so fucking hot." She purred, seeing his blue eye widen slightly and a smirk grace his lips once again.

"You flatter~" He echoed her words from earlier in the night, taking a sip of his own whiskey. The hand that held his cigar rested on her leg and he absently smoothed a circle with his thumb over her. "But I will be honest and say no one has ever said that to me."

Micheal nearly choked on her whiskey, sitting up and looking at him with wide eyes. "Are you serious? No one?" She set her glass down and shifted herself around until she was straddling his lap, hands on his chest. "Then I suppose I will have to tell you how hot you are a lot more huh?" She grinned and caught his lips in a sweet kiss. "Honestly I've seen you walking the streets before and couldn't tear my eyes away, though I'll admit I was terrified of ending up on your bad side." She ran her fingers along his scarred temple and into his hair. "Had I known what it would be like on your good side, I'd have run into you sooner~"

Silco shrugged slightly at her astonishment, not willing to admit any previous trists he'd had were because he paid for them. No one wanted to sleep with a scarred man. An evil man. At least, not until now. He looked up at the girl in his lap, a hand on her thigh that still held his fizzled out cigar. The kiss was short, sweet, and he found himself wanting to follow her lips when she pulled away. A smile formed on his lips as she spoke, setting down his glass so he could reach up and take hold of her face.

Instead, his hand wrapped around her throat.

"Some people, they're good at lying. Others, well, they lay it on too thick." His voice was low, bored even. His grip tightened as her nails dug into his wrist, those wonderfully mismatched eyes of hers wide with fear.

"N-not...a...l-lie." Micheal wheezed out the words, tears pricking her eyes as her vision started to darken. "S-Silco..." She did her best to focus on his gaze, tears finally falling as she reached out and gently placed her hand on his cheek, finger swiping beneath his fiery orange eye before the world went dark.

#silco #silco fic #silco arcane #arcane fic #Unplanned #yeah just gonna drop this here now before I run away for the day to do serious adult things #lactation kink #this is gonna get me spammed with bots for tagging that but #gotta do it #not much violence here but there will be in later chapters so #idk what else to say #enjoy #added a lil summary of vagueness #bc idk how to summarize a single chapter let alone story

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American Idiot: King!Steve Harrington x Goth!reader.

Summary: Enemies (kinda?)to lovers, opposites attract, early 00s college AU. Steve Harrington had it all. Money, popularity, the perfect girlfriend. He had his whole life planned and laid out for him, and he accepted that. Working for his dad and marrying his collage sweetheart wouldn’t be so bad, right? That’s what he thought at least, until he got paired to do a project with you and you turned his world upside down. WK: 6.1k 18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, steve is still “king Steve” in the beginning, reader kissing someone other than Steve, oral(M&F receiving) unprotected sex(reader is on birth control), lil bit of daddy kink, Steve and reader kiss before he dumps his gf but he does it like right after though, reader smokes a lil weed. I think that’s it? Lmk if I missed any!! My masterlist

A/N: this was born from something I was tagged in where you saved the last character and song you listened to and I got Steve and American idiot and the fact that I have seen so many Eddie opposites attract fics and not enough about Steve with an alt GF. The reader is very much self indulgent for me but I left her description as vague as possible. I think the only thing I mentioned is the shirt she’s wearing and the fact that she’s wearing a skirt. Also I added “Dylan” because I really wanted to make him Eddie but I knew I’d end up involving him too much if he was in it at all lmao. I hope you guys like it!! I’d love feedback so much!✨

You aren’t exactly sure how you let Robin talk you into coming with her to this party but you are deeply regretting it. You were standing in a corner of the packed living room with a red solo cup that you took one sip of and then gagged because whoever made the punch was probably already wasted. Robin was dancing with Vickie, which made you smile. She told you all about how she had the biggest crush on her in highschool and when they both ended up at the same college she took it as a sign and finally made a move.

You glanced around the room and rolled your eyes at what you saw. You really thought by your third year of college the whole “clique” thing would be behind you. But no, for whatever reason the people here still wanted to abide by the conformity of the highschool food chain. You weren’t popular in highschool and you aren’t now, you made friends with Robin your freshman year when you were assigned each other as roommates but you honestly don’t have many other friends.

It’s not like people straight up bullied you like in highschool but the atmosphere was very much the same with the “popular” crowd. They all thought they were better than everyone else. You let your eyes wander to the cluster of people all dressed in the black, white, and green Chicago state colors and scoffed. At the center of it all was the bane of your existence, Steve Harrington.

He thinks the world revolves around him just because everyone in this stupid school kisses his ass. The teachers, all the students, even ROBIN is friends with him. She worked with him the summer before they left for college and she INSISTS that he isn’t actually as big of an asshole as he seems.

Steve Harrington had it all. Perfect car, perfect friends, perfect grades, he was the star of the Chicago state basketball team, and he had the perfect girl. Steve and Veronica had been together since freshman year. They met when he was leaving basketball practice and she was starting cheer practice and the rest was history. Yes Steve Harrington had it all, the perfect American life for the perfect American boy but apparently that wasn’t enough. He needed you too.

It started off when you had been partnered for a project in your English class and you spent some time together working on it. It was all going way more smoothly than you anticipated, you guys were getting along surprisingly well aside from you not being able to hold in your eye rolls and passive aggressive remarks towards him when he said something meat headed. But he would just laugh it off. On the last day of the project things changed drastically. One second you were finalizing your notes and the next thing you knew Steve’s lips were crashing into yours. You were so confused at first, frozen in place.

Then after a second you pushed him off “What the fuck are you doing Steve?? Is this some kind of joke to you? I think I’ve made it pretty fucking clear that I’m only toleranting you for this grade so I don’t understand where your wires got crossed thinking you could just kiss me?” He stared at you wide eyed before catching himself and scoffing “what? Don’t act like you didn’t want it, I could see how you were looking at me.” he gave you a smug look. “This is exactly why I didn’t want it, you ever thought not every single person wants to worship the ground you walk on? Has no one ever rejected you in your life? Get over yourself Harrington, I’ll see you tomorrow for the presentation” you grabbed your notes and swiftly exited the library after that.

That was two months ago, and since then Steve couldn’t let it go. You weren’t wrong, no one had ever rejected him and you continued to over and over again every time he would try and talk to you or approach you in any way and it was doing things to him. It kind of felt amazing, you couldn’t lie. The golden boy chasing after you like a little lost puppy. Especially since you were very much his opposite. You weren’t anywhere near rich, your car was an old piece of shit, and you definitely weren’t preppy in any sense of the word. So yeah, Steve Harrington pining after the quiet goth girl was kind of giving you an ego boost.

You watched him shotgun a beer while everyone around him cheered him on, tossing the can on the ground when he was done. He must’ve felt you looking at him because his eyes locked with yours and he smirked. As you were rolling your eyes Veronica’s arms shot around his neck and she started sloppily making out with him right there in front of everyone. It was honestly pretty gross to watch, you felt like you could hear their tongues and lips smacking from across the room, it made you want to gag.

Just as you were turning to head outside for a smoke break you felt a hand on your arm. When you looked up your breath hitched, because god damn this man was beautiful. It was like he was crafted with Peter Steele from Type O Negative in mind when they made him. “Hey, I like your shirt” he smiled sweetly at you. Suddenly you couldn’t remember your own name let alone what shirt you were wearing so you looked down and saw your Deftones baby tee before you looked back up at him and smiled “oh, thank you. I like yours too!” You pointed to his Korn shirt “their self titled album will always be one of my favorites of all time” he sent you another sweet smile “hell yeah, me too. I’m Dylan.” He held his hand out for you to shake and you took his much larger hand in yours and shook it for maybe a second too long before telling him your name.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl” you suddenly felt a little shy, it’s been a while since anyone (besides Steve, unfortunately) had really given you the time of day and this beautiful goth rock god just started chatting you up so you were a little nervous “do you smoke?” He pulled a joint out from behind his ear, offering it to you. “Yeah, totally, I’m down.” You tried your best to sound nonchalant but you were screaming inside. You decided right then that if this man wanted to take you home? You were fucking going.

You guys passed the joint back and forth and chatted for a bit, he was really cool, you had a lot in common and you enjoyed talking to him. When the joint was almost gone he held it up to you and raised his eyebrows “shotgun??” You bit your lip and nodded. He took the last large pull off the joint before cupping your cheek in his hand and leaning forward to let the smoke into your mouth. You inhaled and let a giggle out on the exhale, his face was still so close to yours, he smelled really good, and the weed was giving you confidence so you grabbed him by his shirt collar and brought his lips back to yours. His hands went to your hips as he kissed back passionately, pushing you up against the wall and deepening the kiss.

You guys had just started really making out, his knee pushed in between your legs under your skirt, his hand groping your chest over the shirt and your fingers tangled in his hair, not even caring that you’re in the middle of a packed party. Then he was suddenly ripped off of you. “What the!?” You opened your eyes in confusion and were met with Steve, shoving Dylan away from you “can we talk??” You scoffed “are you fucking serious right now Steve? I’m obviously busy, so you can get lost now. Dylan? Let’s go.” You started to walk past him but he grabbed your wrist “I want to talk to you. Alone. Please?” His demor changed by the end of the sentence and you saw a softness in his eyes you’d only ever seen a few times when you worked together on your project “Dude. She literally said she was busy, why don’t you just back off?” Dylan came over and stood next to you again glaring at Steve.

“Okay?? And I said I want to talk to her so you can get fucking lost before I make you” Steve got in Dylan’s face and basically growled at him before he shoved him against the wall and grabbed your arm, dragging you through the party and into one of the empty rooms and shutting the door behind you. You ripped your arm out of his grasp “What the fuck do you want Harrington!? You are being a serious cock block!! Did you SEE him?? I could slap you right now!”

“I didn’t like it. Seeing him kissing you like that when I want to be the one kissing you like that! I honestly couldn’t fucking stand it!!” He ran his hands through his hair and dragged them down his face in frustration.

“Okay Steve, I don’t know what your sudden fucking obsession with me is. If you’re just trying to prove a point to yourself that you can have any girl or if this is some kind of bet you have going with your stupid fucking friends but it has GOT to stop!! This is TOO FAR!! You’re keeping me from getting dicked down now and for what? Just let it go, you better hope he’s still out there or I’m going to track you back down and murder you!!” you go to walk past him and leave the room but he grabs your hand, making you turn to face him.

When you look at him you see that same look you saw a few minutes ago, the normally smug look on his face replaced with something softer. “Wait, please? Please just hear me out and then I’ll never bother you again.” You ripped your hand from his grasp and rolled your eyes. “Oh my god. Okay, you have two minutes, that’s it.”

He sighed deeply “Okay. I’m sorry, I know I’ve been bugging you a little-“

“PFT!! A little?” You rolled your eyes again, you honestly think if you have to talk to him much longer they’re going to get stuck in the back of your head.

“Oh my god. Can you just let me talk without interrupting me for two seconds?”

“Okay, yeah, sorry. Continue”

“Anyways… I know I’ve been bothering you a lot since we finished our project… and it’s not just because you rejected me, yeah that didn’t help, it just made me want you more but I wanted you before that. When we were working on our project together I just.. I started to fall for you. You were just so real compared to everyone around me. You made me feel like a person, you didn’t treat me like ‘king Steve’ or just do things how you thought I’d want you to. You told me like it is, and that was so refreshing to me.” He let out the deep breath he felt had been holding since you were still working together and waited for you to respond.

But you didn’t right away, you just stared at him with wide eyes stunned at his confession. “Please… say something, anything.” He gave you that pleading puppy dog look again.

“I… Steve you don’t mean that. You have everything. You’re popular, rich, you’re the star of the basketball team, you probably have some fancy office job lined up with your dad for after you graduate, and you have Veronica. I definitely don’t fit into that equation in the slightest.” You looked at him confused, searching for any kind of explanation that would make this make sense.

“Okay? Yeah I have all those things but I don’t WANT them. Most of those things are what my parents want for me, what my DAD wants. Basketball is fine, I’m good at it so it’s cool I guess, but did I really want to spend all these years just doing that? Not necessarily. And yeah if I work for my dad’s company I’ll be financially stable for the rest of my life but is that what I want to spend my life doing? No, it’s not. And Veronica? We may seem perfect to you but we aren’t. We fight all the fucking time and she’s honestly only with me because of who I am, because I’m king Steve. She doesn’t love ME, she loves the basketball star, she loves daddy’s money, she loves the extravagant wedding, white picket fence, and 2.5 children that we don’t know how to love because no one ever showed us so we just fill that void by showering them with material things. I had that life growing up, and I hated it. But you? You’re different. You’re free. You don’t care what anyone thinks and if you do, you don’t let it change who you are. You’re true to yourself, you don’t treat me like I’m some kind of god, you treat me like a person. THAT'S why I want you.” He took a step closer to you and grabbed your hands, ducking down so you’re forced to look him in the eyes “also you’re so beautiful, like so beautiful I feel like I can’t even breathe when I look at you.”

You looked into his eyes, searching for any kind of falsehood in his words but you didn’t find any. Instead he was looking at you adoring, hopeful. “Steve, I…” you didn’t really know what to say, you had never really entertained the idea that he might actually like you. You didn’t want to even have an ounce of hope in that aspect, because of course you thought Steve was hot. You also couldn’t deny that you did sort of like the side of him you saw during your project, and you liked what you saw now. Maybe you liked HIM and you didn’t even realize it. Maybe you did see the real Steve and maybe you liked that person. Before you could truly think about it you put your arms around his neck and pulled his lips to yours.

You had never had a kiss like this one, Steve’s lips were so soft, and he brought his hands to your face and cradled it like you were something precious. You got lost in the kiss for a moment but soon pulled away from him entirely, bringing your hand to your mouth and staring at him wide eyed “we shouldn’t… we shouldn’t have done that. This is a bad idea. I have to go find Robin.” You turned to leave and once again you were stopped by his hand in yours. “I honestly think this is the only good idea I’ve ever had actually” is all he said before putting his hands around your waist and pulling you into another kiss. Rationally you knew you should pull away, but your heart and body had other ideas.

Suddenly you absolutely needed him to touch you, anywhere and everywhere. You wrapped your arms around his neck and licked into his mouth, deepening the kiss. You went on standing there making out until you were both pulling away breathless “Fuck. You are so amazing.” He pushed some of your hair that fell in your face over your shoulder and left a soft kiss on your jaw. You tried to hold in the little whimper that escaped, but you couldn’t and just hoped Steve didn’t hear it. But he did, and he looked into your eyes again and gave you a mischievous smile before ducking his head to place more little kisses along your jaw.

You let out more little breathy whines and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. You grabbed his face, pulling it from your neck so he would look at you “I think… since you DID totally ruin what I had going with that guy out there, you kind of owe me now” you smirked at him and bit your lip.

“Yeah? You want me to make it up to you baby? Bet I can make you feel better than he ever could.” He ran his hands down your shoulders and around your back, sliding them down until he had two handfuls of your ass, your skirt riding up. “Yeah? I bet I fuck way better than Veronica. What’s she into? Missionary and reluctant blow jobs? Girls like that never like giving head” you smirked at him, not even feeling bad for shit talking his girlfriend. She didn’t deserve him anyways, Steve was yours now, you weren’t giving him back after this.

You were more spot on then Steve liked to admit but he can’t deny hearing you say those things was doing something for him. “Yeah? You like doing it then? You wanna get on your knees for me, pretty girl? Is that what you’re saying?” That’s exactly what you were saying, so instead of responding you dropped to your knees and looked up at him through your lashes while you reached for the button on his jeans, pausing before actually unbuttoning them “I’m going to give you the best blow job and fuck of your life, but only on ONE CONDITION”

“Okay, anything, whatever you want honey, it’s yours.” The nickname sent chills down your spine, you wanted to hear him call you every pet name under the sun. “You’re gonna go out there, and you’re gonna fucking DUMP Veronica, and then when you come back to me, I’m going to blow your mind Steve Harrington.” You stood up from the ground and booped his nose “Can you do that? Or were you bluffing when you said ‘anything?”

He meant it. He would quite literally do anything for you, not only in this moment but just in general. “Okay, I’ll do it.” Was all he said before he walked out the bedroom door, closing it behind him. You stood there stunned for a moment, mouth hanging open, staring at the closed door. You couldn’t believe that actually worked, Steve Harrington was about to throw away his “picture perfect” life for YOU of all people. If he even wanted to be seen with you. If he even did it, if he even came back.. His friends would never approve... God, his PARENTS would never approve of you. Before you could start to fully spiral you heard yelling coming from the other room.

“YOU CANNOT BE FUCKING SERIOUS!!!!?? THIS IS A JOKE RIGHT!!???” Veronica. You walked closer to the door to try and get a better listen but all you could hear after that were jumbled voices. So you decided fuck it, and walked out of the room into the crowded living area. Except people weren’t partying like they were before, pretty much everyone was silent, gawking at the couple they all thought were perfect. When you pushed through some of the bodies and were able to see them your breath caught in your throat. Veronica looked fucking pissed, she had her hands balled into fists and she stomped her foot on the ground several times like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“What the fuck are you talking about THERES SOMEONE ELSE!? Are you serious right now? Who is she? Some other bitch on the cheer team? Swim team?” She scoffs and then makes a gagging noise “oh god, is she in the DRAMA club? Or some nerdy girl you tricked into doing your homework since you can’t do it for yourself?” That last comment had you seathing, giving you insight into how she probably talks to him all the time.

“God Veronica, can you be any more shallow? Not everything is about popularity or some fucking club. We aren’t in highschool anymore, grow up.” You looked over at Steve who honestly looked like he would rather be doing anything but having this conversation right now. “That’s rich, coming from you, KING STEVE!!! Since when do you not care about all those things? I thought that was our whole thing?” She let out a dry laugh “you think anyone else really wants to deal with you? I only dealt with you because of all the perks that came with having a life with you. You think I actually loved you? You think anyone will really love you and your pathetic, whiny, daddy issues bullshit??” Steve looked stunned, he knew she felt that way but hearing it coming out of her mouth hurt a little. He never really loved her but there was a point when he did at least actually like her.

You couldn’t take it, between what she said to him and the look on his face you snapped. You walked over there without even caring about the consequences and got directly in her face. “You’re. Wrong.” You snarled at her.

“Excuse me, what? And what the fuck does it matter to you, mistress of the dark??” She looked you up and down with disgust.

“It matters a whole lot to me actually, because I DO like Steve. I don’t give a fuck about his popularity, or basketball, or how much money he has. I don’t need any of those things because he’s so much more than that!” You thought back to when you worked on the project together, at the time you hadn’t really allowed yourself to notice how different Steve was with you but he was. He told dumb jokes, he smiled sweetly at you and fumbled over his words. When you would tell him like it was, or act annoyed by him he didn’t say anything, just took it. You guys would talk sometimes for an hour or more after you had already finished working, and In that moment you realized that he let you see parts of him he probably didn’t show to anyone, you were just too dumb to see it. “He’s funny, like the stupid kind of dad funny that’s kind of embarrassing but down right endearing at its core. He’s sweet, caring, and listens to me when I talk. He’s not stupid, he’s incredibly smart. You just never took the time to see him and you’re the biggest fucking idiot for it!!” You didn’t move, stayed directly in her face, staring into her eyes daring her to do something.

Her eyes widened and then slanted into a glare “HA!!! Oh my god!!! You’re dumping me for this freak!? You’re even more of a joke than I thought Harrington! Talk about a downgrade, you really think your parents would ever approve of HER? Your dad would cut you off as soon as he saw her, your mom would-“

“THAT'S ENOUGH!!! Just SHUT. UP. For once in your fucking life Veronica stop talking! Don’t talk to her like that, you don’t know anything about her. Or me for that matter. Stay the fuck away from us.” Steve grabbed your hand and started dragging you away towards the front door “come on baby, we are leaving” you let him drag you to the door but before you walked out you turned around and flipped Veronica off “I win, you lose! Dumb bitch!” You stuck her tongue out at her and started cracking up at her stunned face on the way out.

•

Steve took you back to his apartment, your immediate reaction was to feel uncomfortable because of course even his apartment was way nicer than yours. But before you could even really get a look around he was on you. Kissing you in a way that made you feel like you were going to melt into a puddle on his carpet. You pulled away from him and smirked at him before dropping down on your knees in front of him and he felt himself starting to get hard instantly. “I believe I promised you the best blow job of your life, did I not?”

He reached down and caressed your cheek “Yeah you did pretty girl, but honestly you don’t have to, we can just watch a movie or cuddle or something. I wanna do this right with you. I don’t want you to think that’s all I want, ya know?”

“Hey Steve?” You smiled up at him sweetly “yeah sweetie?” You reached for the button on his jeans and popped it open before pulling his zipper down, placing a gentle kiss on the small sliver of skin exposed where his shirt rode up “Stop talking. I want to, I like doing it. If I’m being honest I wanna suck your cock so so bad Stevie” he groaned at that “fuck, yeah, okay baby. Whatever you want.” You smiled at him triumphantly before grabbing his pants and boxers and pulling them down in one swift motion.

His cock sprang out and you forgot how to talk for a moment because holy shit it was the biggest and most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen. “Wow…” was all you could manage, spitting on your hand and wrapping your hand around his girth, giving him a few strokes before leaning up to kitten lick the salty precum from his tip. “Oh shiiit that feels so good” you gave him a few more licks before abruptly taking as much of him as you could at once. He involuntarily jerked forward sending his cock further down your throat, causing you to gag before he pulled back “oh shit, I’m so sorry”

“Don’t be, I like it” you said before you took him back down your throat as far as you could, causing yourself to gag again before pulling back and repeating the action causing spit to drip down your chin and all over Steve’s cock. Steve was a mess, he was making whining sounds he’s never heard from himself and he seriously needed you to stop soon or he was going to bust before he even got to fuck you.

You pulled off and looked up at him “I want you to fuck my face, daddy” that was it, he was obsessed with you. “Oh god, I want that too baby girl but I will seriously cum if I do that right now and I really really want to fuck you.” He pulled his pants up before pulling you up on your feet grabbing your hand and walking towards the bedroom. He closed the door behind him and turned to place a gentle kiss on your lips when he pulled back you pulled your shirt over your head and his eyes nearly popped out when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra “holy shit honey… these are the best fucking tits I’ve ever seen” he grabbed them in his large hands, squeezing them before he leaned down to take an already hardened nipple in his mouth. “Mmm daddy, your mouth feels so good.” He groaned at the sound of you calling him daddy again. He’s always wanted a girl to call him that, it’s just no one he’s been with has been into it and you calling him that in your own accord was making him crazy.

“I know where it’ll feel even better.” He said before pushing you back until you were laying on his mattress with your legs hanging off. You propped yourself up on your hands so you could look at him. “God, you are so fucking gorgeous I’m not sure how you’re real. Sitting all pretty on my bed with those beautiful tits out. I can’t wait to see the rest of you” He pulled his shirt over his head and you didn’t even have time to properly ogle him before he got down on his knees in front of the bed and ran his hands up your legs until he was at the bottom of your skirt. He looked to you for permission, and you nodded excitedly. That was all he needed before he was pushing the front of your skirt up to reveal your red lace thong that had a very obvious wet patch.

“Look at these pretty little panties… too bad they have to go.” He looped his fingers in the band and ripped them off, throwing them over his shoulder. “This pussys is waaaay prettier than those panties anyways, god damn.” He started kissing your calves and the inside of your knees, leaving soft kisses and little bites as he made his way up to your thighs. He bit into the meat of your thigh before soothing it with his tongue and repeating the action on the other side. He left little kisses and licks down your inner thighs until he reached the spot you wanted him most. He kissed the top of your mound and then held his mouth over your clit for a minute letting his breath hit you while he looked you in the eyes “I’m going to fucking devour you”

He licked a stripe all the way up your entrance and to your clit, circling it a few times before sucking on it. Your hands reached down and tangled in his hair and your back arched immediately. “Jesus Christ Steve, your mouth feels so fucking good.” You whined.

He unlatched from your clit to look up at you “Steve? There’s no Steve here right now, only daddy.” You outright moaned at that and he smirked, circling a finger around your entrance before pushing it inside you. “Fuuuck daddy, that feels so fucking good. Put your mouth back on me, please?” You looked down at him with big round eyes and he felt like he was actually going to cum in his pants this time. His tongue started circling and sucking on your sensitive clit, he slid a second finger inside you and that was it for you.

You came so hard, probably the hardest you’ve ever cum in your life. Your grip on his hair tightened and you rocked your hips against his face “oh f-fuckkkk fuck, holy shit.” You pushed his face away “s-sensitive, come here” you reached your arms out for him and he put his arms on either side of your head, looking down at you adoringly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss, groaning when you tasted yourself on his tongue. “Please please fuck me now, I want you so bad” you couldn’t even believe you thought you hated him just a few hours ago and now you were laying under him begging for his cock. He stood up and took his still unbuttoned pants off, now standing completely naked before you.

“God damn.. you are so fucking HOT holy shiiiiit, get over here and fuck me right now.” You pulled your skirt off and scooted up to the head of his bed and spread your legs wide open “how do you want me, daddy?” You giggled a little, feeling high on him. “Fuck, baby, will you ride me?” He walked over to the side of the bed and looked at your naked form, biting his lip. You grabbed his wrists pulling him down on the bed, pushing him on his back and climbing on top of him. You ground down on his dick, sliding your pussy easily up and down his length with your wetness. “Condom?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you. “I’m on the pill, I wanna feel you, I want you to fill me up.” His eyes rolled in the back of his head “oh goddd, fuck. Yeah? You want me to fuck you full of my cum?” You didn’t even answer, just raised yourself up so you could line his cock up with your entrance and began to sink down on it.

“Holy fuuuck baby, that feels so good.” You were still holding his cock, sliding the head in and out of you slowly adding more of him inside you with each thrust until he was fully inside you and you could feel his hair at the base rubbing against your clit. You just sat there for a second, adjusting to his size. “Oh shit, you are so fucking tight oh my god.” You move back and forth, just the slightest rock of your hips. “Fuck daddy, you’re so big. I feel so full.” You whimpered. You raised up until you reached the head of his cock and then slammed back down out of nowhere and he let out a moan that you wanted to record and use as your fucking alarm clock. That egged you on, you started riding him hard and fast after that, sitting up fully with your hands on his chest to stabilize you. His hands were on your hips, head thrown back, he felt like all he could do was moan. He was pretty sure you were sucking his soul out of his dick and he had never felt this good in his entire life.

“Jesus Christ, you are such a good girl. You look so fucking beautiful riding my cock.” He moved his hands to your ass and slammed up into you, quite literally fucking the shit out of you. He moved his thumb up to your lips “Suck.” You took it in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it a few times before he pulled it out with a ‘pop!’ And brought it to your clit. Rubbing tight slow circles on the bud. “F-fuck, I’m g-gonna I’m gonna cum” he started fucking you faster, the circles on your clit got quicker “cum for me, cum on my cock like a good girl” your orgasm hit you hard, falling forward on Steve’s chest, letting out loud moans and pulling on his hair. That combined with the feeling of you clenching around him had Steve cumming right after you, filling you up just as promised. “Holy shit, holy fuck, I’m fucking cumming! God baby you feel so fucking good!”

You both just laid there for a moment, catching your breath and coming back into your bodies. You placed a soft kiss on his chest and sat up to look at him. “Wow Stevie. That was amazing, seriously.” He gave you a huge smile “Yeah it was. Holy shit. I’m obsessed with you.” You sent him a shy smile and tried to hide your face on your shoulder but he put his hand on your chin and made you look at him “Hey” he said your name softly “I mean it, I really fucking like you. I really do think you’re beautiful, you literally ruined me for any other woman ever. I’ve never met anyone like you. I’d really like to take you on a real date, like you deserve. If you’ll let me.” He gave you the most bashful adorable smile ever but you couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped you “Steve. You’re literally still inside me right now and you think I don’t want to go on a date with you?” He shrugged and chuckled, “I just wanted to make sure, I didn’t want to assume anything, ya know?”

You rolled off of him to lay next to him, resting your chin on his chest. “Of course I want to go on a date with you silly. It took me a minute to realize it, but I think I’m kind of obsessed with you too, Steve Harrington.” You tilted your head up to kiss him, soft and sweet, different from all the other kisses. “I just hope I didn’t ruin everything for you. I feel like you threw everything away for me.” You sighed and looked down at his chest, running your fingers through the hair there. He said your name more sternly than you were expecting “Look at me.” You looked up into his eyes and suddenly felt extremely shy under his intense gaze. “You didn’t ruin anything, you made everything better, you saved me from a life I was miserable in. I’ve never been more happy than I am at this moment. I don’t give a fuck what my so called “friends” or my parents think anymore. I did it for you, of course, but also for the first time in my life I did something for myself too. I’m not sure what exactly my life is going to look like now, but I know if you’re in it, it’s going to be beautiful.”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes at that, no one had ever said anything like the things Steve had said to you tonight. He kept talking so much about how you see him that you didn’t even realize how much he saw you too. “I think so too Stevie.” He saw you and you saw him, and the rest you would figure out together.

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✧.➷ and i don't need anything other than u.

☆ || SUMMARY: (slight) jealous!james

☆ || CONTAINS: fingering, james being a lil bitch lowkey, abrupt ending, not proof read

☆ || WORD COUNT: 1k.

it was supposed to be fun.

a little outing with friends, your mutual friends. james had been excited for it all week––which is why you were shocked at his abrupt desire to get up and leave, sparing only quick goodbyes to your friends who got whiplash at his announcement of dispatch. he grabbed your arm and practically dragged you to your car.

you rode home in silence, well, he was silent––you tried to talk to him but your words fell on deaf ears.

now, you were home and he hadn’t spared you so much as glance before heading to your bedroom.

you followed him watching his shoulders tense shrugs underneath his shirt. although his back was turned to you, you knew it when he reached up to undo the first few buttons of his shirt. messing up his clothes or his hair was something he only does when he’s under stress. 

you walked up to him, reaching out to grab his arm. “james? what’s wrong? baby––you gotta talk to me.”

with a sigh, he turned around to face you. for a while, he just stared. the look in his eye was one you could not decipher. 

he opened his mouth to speak before closing it again and shaking his head. he just kept looking at you and then took both your hands in his, holding them for a moment before dropping them. “i’m gonna take a shower.”

you blinked at his tone, the words sounding almost like an invitation but he walked away before you could ask.

it was like you had no control over your feet. as if suddenly––you appeared in front of the bathroom door, knocked, and awaited permission to enter. 

“come in.” you can vaguely hear him over the pelting shower. 

you open the bathroom door, the warmth coming from the water immediately wafts over you.

all of a sudden, you abhor the shower curtain. you want to see him, to look in his eyes and get a true feel of his mood but the fact that he’s hidden from you makes that impossible. you clear your throat, shutting the bathroom door softly behind you. 

“can i join you?” your question is cautious, ready for any reply. he pauses for a long moment, the sound of water falling is like static to your ears.

“okay.”

you remove your clothes quickly, drawing back the curtain and stepping into the shower.

his back is facing you and you take advantage of the exposed skin. placing a few soft kisses to his flesh before adding some soap onto a rag and cleaning his back carefully. 

he sighs, his body melting into yours. when you finish, he turns around, his eyes home to a dazed look. 

he’s not looking at you, more behind you—like he’s afraid to meet your eyes. 

“james, what can i do? let me help.” you swallow thickly, growing very aware of the heat in the shower and your clothless bodies.

“don’t talk just—“ he sighs like he’s frustrated with himself. “just let me kiss you? please?” 

you nod, tilting your head up so that he can pull your face to his. his kiss ghosts over your mouth, so soft and tender it makes your knees buckle. 

you relax into his arms around your waist, loving how easily he can reduce you to a mess of moans and naked flesh. 

he pushes you into the wall, the cold tile making you hiss but he swallows it––searching and begging for you with the way his mouth moves with yours.

his hands trail down your hips, onto the back of your thighs––his fingers find your center without breaking the kiss, he pulls away from your lips only far enough to rest his forehead on your own. 

he touches you methodically, every movement practiced and perfected and incredibly, painfully slow.

“go faster.” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck, eyes peering into his. you see it in the way his face sparks in annoyance that he has no intention of being nice tonight. “please, baby…go faster?”

“you’re so greedy. you let that guy flirt with you only to come back home and beg for me.” 

you open your mouth to defend yourself only for him to roll his eyes and speed up anyway, his fingers slipping inside of you and setting an unkind pace. 

he watches as you mewl and squirm in his hold, a huff leaving his mouth. “did you forget your manners? you really are desperate, huh?”

“thank you! i’m sorry.” you rush out, figuring out the source of his anger within his possessiveness.

“no one else could ever make me feel the way you do.” you feed against his jealousy and the desire to tease him. you told him you’d help, so that’s what you’re going to do.

“only me?” he pants against your face.

you nod, hands tangling in the hairs that lay on the base of his neck. pressing chaste kisses to the corner of his mouth. “only you.”

his eyes flicker with pride but his movements never falter.

your stomach tightens and you squeeze your eyes shut––silent screams exhaling through your agape mouth.

“look at you.” he tuts, the sound of his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth enters your ears. you open your eyes to look at him but he gaze is fixed on his fingers moving in and out of you. “s’like you’re trying to trap me inside you.”

he laughs, it comes from deep within his chest. your legs tremble as your body convulses under the weight of your orgasm.

he rides it out, pumping his fingers in and out of you until you’ve stopped shaking. 

your eyes are squeezed together so tightly, when you open them again your vision is blurred for a moment. he’s staring at you…that unreadable emotion still stuck in his eyes, damn those eyes. on a normal day, him looking at you would have you buckling at the knees. you loved the way he looked at you liked you were the only thing keeping him breathing.

but today, right now, he’s angry. he grabs your face abruptly, forcing you out of your own mind. you open your mouth to speak but he kisses you, stealing the breath right out of your lungs and into his greedily. 

without warning, he breaks away from you. 

you feel his abrupt movements and hold onto him, desperate to keep him close. “relax…” he laughs but rolls his eyes at you again.

“you’ve made such a mess, someone ought to clean it, hm?”

#james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter x you #james potter smut #james potter blurb #james potter fluff #ꗃ%jos library⤷✰ #ꗃ%jamieˑ༄

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

So about that other au idea I mentioned a few days ago…it’s paying rent now (gonna call it the shadow children au rn cuz I don’t have any better ideas atm)

Extra doodles from sketchbook

Originally I didn’t even think about adding animal designs to this au but I drew Basil with a ferret tail once and it went from there (also vaguely inspired by @potatotato-26 ‘s au cuz I love the animal design symbolism aspect sm)

Just like the Imaginary friends au, I created a vague lil summary thing (this one is a lot more vague and story-based than imaginary friends was cuz the idea had been vague in my head when I got it so I just started to slowly piece it together in writing until I could form a semi-coherent plot, there is an actual summary of the plot version but what would be the fun in posting that when y’all can try to figure it out from this? >:) ) — gonna put it under the cut for anybody who wants to read it

#my art #tsams au #sun and moon show #tsams #tsams eclipse #shadow children au #placeholder name #maybe #the ‘cool song’ that inspired this might have been Sleep Well by cg5 #that also gives you a good clue to the lore #cough #also I love wolverines #they’re just big ferrets #tw blood mention #tw needles mentioned #love plant and animal symbolism

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hey, are you listening? — part 09

pairing : college au!xiao x f!reader . summary : in which uni students decipher vague tweets and emotions... + ie: second-year students y/n and xiao are forced to work through their term project (and feelings) as their friends attempt to meddle with their love lives ‘for the greater good’ . cw : swearing, slut-shaming, suggestive, reader she/her pronouns .

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09. accidental sleep over party

act 1, scene 1

“Y/N, did u like the food?” Scaramouche looked up from his phone over to the couch where his friends all sat. “Was it your first time eating authentic Inazuman food?”

“Authentic my ass… Inazuma doesn’t use any of the Sumeru-based spices that you put in!”

“Shut the fuck up, Heizou, just admit you’re a little bitch boy who can’t eat spices.”

“Hmm? Yeah~ yummy yummy, mmm… ramen.” Y/N slurred amidst their bickering.

To her left, Kazuha chuckled as he took another sip of his drink. “And here I thought Xiao was the lightweight. If anything, she’s significantly worse... I didn’t even think that was possible.”

“Man alive, give her a break. It was her first time trying saké.”

“I should probably get her home…” Xiao’s eyes never left the view of her hands playing with his fingers. “Come on, Y/N. I have to get you home before it’s too late or Hu Tao would kill me…”

The teal haired boy tried to wiggle his way up to tug the tipsy girl away from the sofa.

“Noooo… wanna stay ‘lil longer…” She looked up at him pleadingly. “At least… lemme be sober when I get home.”

Xiao ruffled his hair, a little stressed, but unable to deny the puppy eyes peering up at him with a pout.

“Fine.” He managed to mumble before prying his eyes away from her.

“Well, then I guess I’ll get going,” Scaramouche spoke up from behind them, “it’s the weekend so I’ll be visiting my mom and aunt. See ya. No funny business in our room when I’m gone.” He grabbed his keys off the counter before starting towards the door.

“And one more thing,” he paused. “Don’t break anything.”

“Pfft, yeah yeah, we’re not kids, Scara.” Heizou rolled his eyes.

“I’m not talking about you guys. I’m talking about that one.” Scaramouche pointed at Y/N, who promptly stuck her tongue out at him in response. “And give her water or something. Anyways, bye.” He closed the door behind him.

“Can we play Pokémon again?” Y/N called to Xiao, who was grabbing her a drink of water from the fridge.

“Sure. Do you guys want to join us?” He looked over at his two other roommates.

“No it’s alright, you two go ahead. I wanted to finish this show before I go to bed.” Kazuha smiled at them.

“Yeah, same here! Plus I have to work on a case study due on Sunday so I don’t want to procrastinate too much.” Heizou added.

“Alright then. We’ll be in my room. Come on, Y/N.”

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act 2, scene 1

“Feeling better now?” Xiao asked as he continued hunting for shinies with Y/N on the Switch.

“Yeah… at least I think I’m pretty sober…”

“Alright. Tell me when you want to go home then, okay?”

“It’s only nine. Can we leave around 11? I’m sure my roommates won’t mind.”

He chuckled. “Of course, whenever you’d like.”

As they continued to travel around the map together in their virtual world, Y/N got a notification from Twitch.

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ModernBard is live: Escaping with Cyno!

Streaming Escape the Backrooms

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“Oh, Venti is streaming!” She showed Xiao her phone screen.

“Did you want to watch?”

“Can we?”

“Of course.” He said as he got off the of the bed before powering on his PC and wirelessly connecting it to his mini projector for them to watch.

She observed as the wall adjacent to Scaramouche’s bed lit up with Venti’s signature waiting screen. She shuffled around to lay on her stomach, facing the screen as Xiao got back onto the bed after turning off the lights and mimicked her. He pulled the blanket over her legs before settling back down.

“Cozy?”

“Yupp! Thank you.”

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Hey guys! Oh, damn there’s a lot of you… how have you all been? My friend Cyno will be joining me to play Escape the Backrooms. I think I put his twitch somewhere in the title… if not then the mods can drop his stuff in the chat.

Yeah, we’ve been meaning to play it but Venti said he was worried about pissing himself on camera if he played alone.

I did not!

Did too.

Tch… So anyways! We’re going to try to get through as many levels as we can in one sitting. Some of our friends will be joining us as well if we have to restart!

Okay. I am ready.

Same. Hi Childe, thanks for the sub. I look cute? You too, buddy.

Oh! Hi Y/N, hi Xiao! How’s studying? Ooooh nice. Thanks for tuning in! Yeah, haha OHMYGODWHATTHEFUCK AAAAA—

Venti shut the fuck up it’s just the loading screen.

Oh.

I think I tinkled myself.

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The two continued watching their friends run through the thrilling game, as Venti continued to occasionally scream to let out his anxiety or to piss off Cyno while the latter would make panicked jokes to calm himself.

The stream in its entirety was entertaining as the two natural born “comedians” (more so Venti than Cyno) ventured through the creepy levels. However, Y/N couldn’t help but feel tired from the day’s events.

Studying was mentally taxing… Eating, drinking, and conversing with Xiao and his roommates also took a lot of energy. To end it all off, gaming—although relaxing—also took a certain amount of brain power and concentration.

The warmth radiating beneath Xiao’s blanket shared between the two project mates called to them, calming their senses. Despite the jump scare at the end of the stream, Y/N and Xiao laid there unbothered and sound asleep.

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act 3, scene 1

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a/n: act 3, scene 1 is a teaser for the next day :)

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#[smau — hey are you listening?] #genshin college au #genshin impact x reader #genshin smau #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #xiao smau #genshin #genshin imagines #xiao #genshin impact #genshin impact xiao #genshin x y/n #genshin crack #genshin x you #genshin x reader #xiao x y/n #xiao x you

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Okay inspired by this post: https://www.tumblr.com/hozier-toosweet/747667109810765824/turns-on-computer-ill-be-back-in-approximately?source=share

Anyways here's the first chapter of what I'm calling "LOREYMCLORE FIC" because I added so much unnecessary lore that doesn't exist in cannon.

Small summary: radioapple, alastor pretends to be buddy buddy with Lucifer to annoy Lilith and chaos ensues. Will likely end up as multiple chapters long because I'm a lil silly like that <3 also Lilith isn't a villain and she has more reason for being gone for 7 years than "cuz she can" because I felt like it <333 okay bye

Next->

Alastor remembers his first day in hell like an old friend. 

Most demons, as alastor came to learn, often woke up in the middle of the streets of hell their first day, some lucky enough to be in an area far away from chaos. They’d wake up, confused, and berated by other demons, demons who want one thing; 

Their soul. 

Most give in, as they’re promised protection in this strange new world. 

That's a typical day though. Alastor didn't get a ‘typical first day of hell’, for he didn't wake up in hell. Not at first. 

He remembers it like it was yesterday, the mist on his skin, his vision clouded by the fog, how cold it was…a strange, red glowing outline of something tall in the distance. 

He walked towards it, wondering if he was having a nightmare, or a dream. 

It was neither. 

Something fast and thin ran across the ground, glowing green, before latching onto him, his breathing being stifled, pressure against his neck, closing his eyes, trying to fight whatever it was off, trying to escape— 

A beat. A blink, a moment so small he missed it. It was hotter, there was chaos rather than the eerie silence from before, people were yelling. 

Now he was in hell. Beautiful, beautiful hell…

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Alastor felt like he was going to, and excuse his manners,  lose his fucking mind. 

He was supposed to be celebrating with the others, who were in the hotel. It had been a few weeks since extermination day, and the darling princess decided to host a lovely banquet, hoping to get people to at least visit the hotel. 

And here he was, hiding away in his radio tower. He didn't even bother to reread the letter, he knew the contents of it, so why care? He burned it, the fire glowing that familiar green, leaving nothing save for a few ashes. 

He faded into the shadows, reappearing behind Rosie's emporium, seeing as she was the only one even vaguely aware of his… situation. She, nor would her residents, say a word if they saw anything. 

Still, he felt himself growing annoyed, his skin prickling, like something deep inside him was trying to escape. That wasn't far off, as ‘his’ shadow was pulling him, trying to get him to move. Eventually it literally pulled him two feet away from where it was. 

“Oh would you behave—” the shadow pulled on him again, and pointed up. Finally, he saw what it saw. Something, falling down, down down. “Ah. would have figured they’d give her the decency to use a portal at least.” he murmured.

Before she managed to crash land into hell at nearly a million miles per hour, he used his shadows to reach up nearly forty feet in the air to swiftly grab her. 

He’d have to find a way to explain that to the sinners later…. 

Of course, she didn't stop mid air, still falling, but he was able to slow it considerably before dropping her down on the ground. 

“So, Adam didn't work out that well for you did he?” Alastor brushed the dust off of his arm, not offering to help her up. 

“Says the one who got a nasty scratch from the man himself," Lilith snapped, pulling her hood over her face, trying to stay unnoticed by any sinners. “Take me to the hotel.” she whisper-yelled, her stance wobbly. 

“‘fraid you came at a bad time dear. They’re holding a banquet right now,” his smile grew more cruel.

“Though I'm sure you could make a deal with another angel for a comfy place in paradise, couldn't you?” 

“And you’re still biting off more than you can chew aren't you?” 

“Touche.” Alastor’s voice held a venom that he tried to hide. “Very well, I'll bring you to the hotel.” 

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“Ookaayy,” lucifer started, “sooo…. Tell me what was so important that you proceeded to throw everyone from my daughters' banquet out. Literally.” he laughed nervously. 

Alastor had cornered Lucifer and Charlie on the fourth floor of the hotel, where only Alastor and Lucifer resided. Lucifer then continued; “Because if it's some bull I swear to god—” “leave him out of this,” “I swear to your mother that I will beat you to a pulp.” 

Alastor huffed in fake hurt, “why, your majesty, I’m offended you would think such things of me! I am nothing but an angel.” 

“The day you get redeemed is the day heaven crashlands into hell.” 

“You’d know all about that, wouldn't you?” 

Charlie, who had been cautiously watching the two of them to this point, cleared her throat. “Uh… so, alastor… what was so important that it had to put a stop to… uh… everything?” 

Alastor clasped his hands together, his smile tightening. “So glad you asked dear Charlotte!” he started, “well, you see i was going on a walk to get away from the stench of alcohol and bad decor,” lucifer then interupted, “oh fuck you,”  “in your dreams, now let me finish.— I was on my stroll when I stumbled upon this pesky little thing that I believe belongs to you?” 

Alastor opened the door to Lucifer's room— because god forbid he let anything track mud into his own— and watched the two's reactions. 

Charlie's face was completely unreadable for a solid few seconds, before breaking down completely, tears falling and snot starting to drip as she hurled herself at her mother, easily slipping into a hug. 

Lucifer, however, stayed behind for a moment, hesitating. His own eyes were welling up with tears, and it was obvious he was restraining himself with every last bit of control he had. 

Lilith looked over at him, still practically cradling Charlie in her arms. A small hint of guilt found its way onto her face. 

“You still wear your ring?” she asked. They had divorced long ago, and yet this pulled at her heartstrings. She had missed him admittedly, even if she no longer loved him. 

Those five little words from her had been enough to get Lucifer to also start sobbing, hugging her as tight as he could. 

‘Like father like daughter. How sickeningly sweet.’ Alastor watched, unable to stop how irritated he was at the sight. ‘She's going to cause problems…’ 

He started to silently slip away into the shadows, away from them, ignoring the frantic footsteps of Vaggie running up the stairs at the sound of Charlie crying her eyes out. 

#alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #qpr radioapple slays #radio apple #radioapple #alastor the radio demon #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer magne #lilith

[rypnami]

more than anything (pt. 1)

ship: leander prewett x sebastian sallow

word count: 938

warnings: mild angst, anxiety, vaguely implied transphobia.

summary: leander is returning to hogwarts for 5th year after transitioning over the summer. he struggles with anxiety over his identity as his family sends him off for the year.

a/n: @kaidynsarell completely inspired this lil fic. you’re the best! (don’t know pic credit sorry, please let me know if it’s yours so i can credit!) part 2 should be semi-soon idk

Leander stood on the train platform, feeling a bit faint. As usual, it was busy- trunks were loaded, parents said goodbye, students boarded the train- but to him, it all felt alien.

Would anyone even recognise him?

He had the same face, maybe, but he’d changed so much that most days when he looked in the mirror he didn’t even recognise himself.

Maybe they would all hate him. That was a thought that had been plaguing him for the past few weeks. No one would accept him, he’d have to move schools, lose all his friends… he tried to stop that thought. Worrying would do nothing.

His own parents hung back a few steps, letting him decide what he wanted to do. Lily had come along to send him off for the year, too, which was slightly embarrassing- no one else needed their big sister there. Then again, no one else, to his knowledge, had made such a big change, either.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” His mum had come up and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We can wait a few more minutes, if you like?”

“Erm…” Leander cleared his throat, feeling a bit more embarrassed. “No, that’s okay..” He picked up his trunk. “I think I’m ready.”

“If you’re certain…” She moved her hand as if to pat his head, but seemed to think better of it, her hand pausing halfway.

Leander wasn’t certain at all. His stomach was in knots, and his knees shook slightly. He still felt a bit light-headed.

“We can wait a few more minutes, you know. There isn’t any rush,” Lily said quietly. Her eyebrows were knit together, her fingers drumming slightly on her thigh as she stood. She looked almost as anxious as Leander felt.

“But there *is* a rush,” Leander muttered. The train would be leaving soon- he couldn’t stand on the platform all day like a baby.

“There doesn’t have to be,” Mum said, worry seeping into her voice. “We can take all the time you need.”

“Don’t even have to take the train. We could just use the Floo network later this evening,” his father added.

Leander slammed his trunk down, growing annoyed. A few people glanced their way. “It’s fine! I’m fine!” He snapped. They hadn’t been this overbearing since his *actual* first day at Hogwarts. Although back then, Lily had still been attending, and she’d been able to look out for him. This time he would be all alone.

Alone and completely different.

Mum backed off, seeming hurt. His father, too, seemed upset. He knew he shouldn’t have been snappy- they were just trying to be supportive of him. That was more than a lot of people like him could say about their families. But it was almost too much. Maybe it was entitled of him to complain.

Lily motioned for their parents to step away for a moment, coming up to Leander herself.

“Hey, kiddo. What’s going on?”

He shrugged. “I guess I just… I just…” Leander stared at his feet. The platform was clearing out as more students boarded the train, probably making them stick out more. Was everyone staring at them? Judging him? Did any of his classmates even recognise him?

Leander didn’t quite know how to phrase what he was feeling, but thankfully he didn’t have to. Lily always seemed to know what he was thinking; it was part of what made her his favourite sibling, not that he’d admit that to the others. But they probably already knew that anyway.

“Look,” she started. “I understand this is scary-“

“You don’t understand, though,” he cut her off. “You’ll *never* understand, not really.” Maybe it was a rude thing to say, but it was true. Lily had always been so confident and sure of herself, all the time Leander had known her. She had no idea what it felt like to be trapped in wrong body, to hate herself every day for it. Maybe he was a little envious, even, that she’d always known exactly who she was.

“…you’re right. Maybe not *understand*, but I know that this is scary for you.” She looked into his eyes with a deep intensity that was almost uncomfortable. “You have already been so brave these past few months. I know you can do this. And I think you do, too. If anyone gives you any shit, you write to me as soon as you can, and I’ll sort it out. I promise.”

“I will.”

The train whistle blew, loud and shrill. Last call for students to get on board.

“You certain you’re ready for this? No shame in going tomorrow, you know.”

“It’s alright. I’m ready.” And he was. Leander turned and rushed to give his parents a hug. Maybe they could he overbearing, but he knew it was just because they loved him. It meant the world to him that his father had gone out of his way to get time off work, to see him off. “See you at Christmas,” he said as they all broke apart.

He grabbed his trunk, heaving it behind him as he got on the train.

“Good luck, kiddo!” Lily called after him. He waved, loaded his trunk, and went to find somewhere to sit.

There was an open compartment, completely empty. He sat down just as the train began moving, and waved goodbye to his family through the window as it left the station.

So long, London.

#no i didn’t throw a TTPD lyric in there last minute shut up #the target audience for this fic is me #transphobes step off #tags: #canon divergent #duncan hobhouse slander #trans!leander #au where basically everything is the same but trans!leander #bi sebastian #bi leander #prewlow #leander x sebastian #hogwarts legacy #hp fandom #sebastian sallow #leander prewett #duncan hobhouse #fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfic #leander prewett fanfiction #sebastian sallow fanfiction

[athenasparrow]

Update! @jilymicrofics Thanks for returning some sprinkles @practicecourts - here are some of them for whenever you catch up with this xx

Lay All Your Love On Me | Rating: M

Chapter Eighteen | Beginning

Prompt: glow Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know. 

“Do you like it? I put in on just for you.”

A horrible sense of deja vu slams into James as he whips his head up to peer at his dark doorway – eyes strain to make sense of the form in the shadow. A moment later, a breath escapes him as he looks at Lily –  his Lily – as she enters the room. 

It’s immediately obvious she’s sober; the tentative way she walks, the way her hands wring nervously. James congratulates himself on noticing any of this when she’s standing in his Quidditch Jersey – just his jersey – in his room, completely by choice and without a drop of firewhisky in her system.

“Is this alright?” She tugs at the hem of the large shirt as she pulls her lip between her teeth uncertainly. He vaguely acknowledges – through the fog of admiration – that she must have nicked his shirt, before he also realises he hasn’t said a bloody word and her face is beginning to fall. 

“More than alright, sorry you rendered me speechless for a moment…you’re so…well I don’t think beautiful even begins to do you justice.”

She flushes prettily, ducking her head down as she shifts her weight. 

“Want to come here?” He holds the cover of his duvet open for her; looks on in disbelief as she scurries to his bed quickly, slipping under the cover until she’s close – but still much too far away – enough to smell. He inhales deeply through his nose, nostrils flaring at her scent.

“I wasn’t sure if it was too soon to joke about, but, well, I umm, I want you to know I do still want to be here even when I’m not smashed.”

“It’s not too soon,” James assures her. “I was just very distracted.” He trails his fingers along the boundary of fabric and skin.

“You’re not without distractions yourself.” She glances down at his bare chest, biting her lip. “May I?”

“Yeah.” He nearly stops breathing as her nails trace a soft pattern down his abs. “Can I touch you ?

“Please.” It’s whispered a breath from his mouth as she leans in to capture his lips. 

The third time they kiss it’s slow and sensual, new and familiar all at once. James thinks he could call her lips home, could greet dawn and dusk attached to them; taste them until he runs out of oxygen.

“Is here okay?” He whispers as they part briefly. Just long enough to let their heavy breaths mingle together. His larger hand slips up, lightly caressing the swell of her arse.

“James.”

“Yeah?” He stills his hand, ready to backtrack at one word from her.

“Everywhere is okay.” 

“Me too.” He squeezes the flesh of her before flattening his palm and pulling her flush against him. He slips his hand up to her back, supporting her as he flips them over so he can hover over her, one forearm holding his weight while the other hand learns the map of her skin. Lips crash together again, more desperate this time; tongues slip past parted lips.

His heart nearly beats out of his chest as he cups her through his jersey. Her nipples rise like bread as he teases her through the thick material of his jumper, before sliding it up so he can devour her breasts with no barrier.

He throbs wildly against his underwear as she lets out her first whimper at the feel of his lips. 

“You’re perfect.” He tells her. She is. She’s like a goddess laid out before him, fanned red hair on the pillow adding to her ethereal glow.

“Are you wet for me Lils?” He ventures in a daring whisper, groaning as her eyes snap open to look at him, pupils blown.

“Why don’t you find out?” It’s an invitation James doesn’t need twice. His fingers trace her through her knickers – pulling another delicious whine from her lips – before he slips under to her soaking flesh, lightly skimming up and down as he gets a feel for her.

“Shit, you are .” Lily is breathless as he circles her clit, dipping his fingers inside of her to spread the juices of her arousal. He pulls one more breathless cry before pushing the fabric up so he can pepper kisses across her naval. “Can I please taste you?”

She props herself up on her elbows – brow furring into a minuscule frown that means she’s nervous – as her eyes dart over his face, so James waits, pressing one gentle kiss on each side of her belly button. “You can change your mind,” he reminds her. “We don’t have to continue if you’re not comfortable, I –”

“It’s not that!” She bites her lip. “I want to continue…I just haven’t done this before.”

His eyebrows knit as he recalls the months Lily spent with Alden Fawley. She must read his confusion – guess what he’s thinking about – because she flushes slightly. “I thought you guys…I heard you got caught in…” He fumbles, unsure if he wants to think about the night he’d overheard that particular tidbit of gossip.

“Yeah, we did. I’ve done the fingering and the sex, just not this .”

James feels an irrational surge of possession that he’ll be her first if she’ll let him.

“Well you look delicious,” he says truthfully, glancing down at the wet spot visible through her knickers. “I really want to taste you, but only if you want to too.”

She holds his gaze for a moment before her expression softens, she lifts her hips with a moaned assent and a whispered I trust you ,  humming as James pulls her knickers down, sucking the inside of her thigh before – unable to resist the pull of the delectable looking feast in front of him –  leaning into the wetness between her legs so he can properly devour her.

She’s wet and shaking and oh so sensitive. James exploits each moan with a swipe of his tongue as he drives her closer and closer to ecstasy. He ignores the ache and throb of his own desire as he buries his face into her, groaning alongside her when her thighs begin to tremble, squeezing his head tight between her legs as her fingers pull at threads of his hair.

James keeps a gentle pressure on her – lets her hips guide her pleasure – until her fingers push at his head instead of pulling him closer. He plants one parting kiss on her wet lips before trailing gentle open-mouthed kisses up her body until he can kiss her again.

“You’re really good at that.”

Pride fills him to the brim, escaping in a soft bashful smile. “I’m glad you thought so.”

Lily pulls him down, lips moving slower this time, but no less sensually, as her hands skim tracks of fire down his abs. He sucks in a breath when she traces the outline of his erection through his pants; her lips stretch to a smirk as she squeezes him.

His brain clouds as her hand slips past his waistband – all he can remember is repeating her name over and over again – until she scoots down, rubbing the head of his cock against her soft folds. “Lils, you feel so good.”

“I want to feel more of you,” she confesses, letting the head of his cock rest at her entrance in invitation. 

“Fuck.” He sinks into her  – she’s wet, warm and all-consuming – swallowing her moan as his pelvis grinds into her. “I won’t last long,” he confesses, flushed. “Are you on the potion? I’m sorry, you –”

“Don’t be sorry, James.” She squeezes around him. His eyes flutter closed. “I’ve on the potion; you can finish inside.”

“I want to get you there again,” he murmurs. “Tell me what you like.”

“Circles,” Lily guides his hips until she’s whining after every stroke, “and can you…” she gestures at her breast as she trails off into a low moan. He cups her breast, thumb teasing her nipple as he alternates between watching her face and the place their bodies join. “Mouth,” she requests, arching her chest into him.

James sucks the pebbled flesh between his lips,  flicking his tongue over her. It’s all she needs to crash into pleasure – juices gushing around his cock as she sighs in his ear – and that is all he needs to follow, throbbing inside her quivering walls as he releases into her, hips stuttering, eyes fluttering, breath short in gasps. 

“I love you.” His heart sings when she echoes his words. The first time they bask in the afterglow it’s sleepy and sweet, murmurs of sweet nothings float between them, fingers link and brush against each other and they’re happy. For now.

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wild one pt six | stranger things ; g.emerson

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CHAPTERS ; 

one two three four five can all be found by clicking. my stranger things masterlist is here.

AUTHORS NOTES;

This chapter went in four fucking different directions before I finally settled on this one. And I thought it was cute, so.. I had to go for it. I'm gonna try to do even more domestic-y fluff for the next one though so if you're interested.. Also, have lowkey established that the whole 'fight' that did take place on the actual show will probably happen here -aka in this fic, though it'll be wildly different and have different reasons for occurring and the way it looks, there miiiight be a fight leading up to that fight but idk yet. Like I said, this story has put me in a fucking chokehold and I have zero regrets.

Huuuuge hugs and lots of kisses to everyone because you have no idea just how much the interaction / your choice to read -and tolerate my bullshit even encourages me to begin with, I cannot say it enough, you guys are so so so so amazing and I love you so much. All the likes / comments / reblogs / reblogs with tags, ugh.. They always blow me away and I can't properly express how much it means to me.

SUMMARY;

-- cheerleaders and drummers / freaks.. they don't mix.. right?

PAIRING;

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader ( beyond vague outfit / hairstyle mentions and having female parts + personality, she's blank. )

WARNINGS;

there aren't really any warnings here. Swearing and that's about it. Just two lil babies being cute / oblivious / slightly awkward.

TAGLIST;

@AURUMBELIS

@ALLELITESMUT

@ARIES-ARCADE

@COLE22ANN

@EBONYBLOOM

@HEYAITSKLAUDIA

@HCLOANGCLS

@HOESHII

@ICEQUEEN1371

@KRYS-ORION

@LETSBEDRAGONSTOGETHER

@LOUDERFORTHEBACK

@MUSICHEALSSCARS

@SECRETSICANTHIDEANYMORE

@SCOOBIESSNACKS

@THECHOICESLOOKGRIMM

@UNTITLEDAREA - these are all the names on my stranger things taglist. if you’d like to be added, please click the link at the top of the post.

OTHER STUFF;

set in the summer before S4, will go through S4 but will not have Upside Down, Vecna, deaths. Starcourt Mall + other things still exist here. Gareth is 18 in this, just so we're all clear.

“Okay, we all know what we’re here for, right? In and out, no bullshit.” Eddie gazes at his three best friends and then briefly back at the giant building behind him in the parking lot that houses Starcourt Mall. He absolutely loathes this place for the most part, but venturing out to it today is a necessary evil.

Gareth isn’t exactly thrilled to be at the mall and blue eyes dart around warily. He tells himself he’s trying not to look for you or anything but it goes without saying, yes. Yes he is.

He knows you’re found here sometimes and it’s been about three days since you babysat his little sisters. Three days since he’s seen you at all and truth be told, it’s made him more than a little irritable. This is something that the three boys standing in a lazy circle with him have all picked up on and have been teasing him about relentlessly.

They’re all heading into the mall when he hears your loud laughter nearby and he stops, mid-walk.

You’re in line at Sbarro’s with El and your stepsister, your best friend Emma and two other girls he recognizes from school.

And you’re wearing another one of those little cropped things and a pair of high waisted jean shorts that almost look as if they’ve been painted on, with rips in sporadic places over the legs. The fact that you’re wearing biker boots with cutoffs has him gulping just like it always does. But none of this is what has him staring, transfixed on you as you stand across the food court. What really gets him is the flannel shirt carelessly tied around your waist. That flannel looks almost exactly identical to one he has sitting tucked away in his closet at home. It just actually has sleeves to it unlike his others.

Grant clears his throat. “Go talk to her.”

“Nah.” Gareth shakes his head. “She’s got people with her.”

“Oh come on.” Eddie’s smirking, he’s taunting just a little, maybe he enjoys pushing Gareth Emerson’s buttons about the crush Gareth tries to turn himself inside out to deny. “It’s literally just Red, Red’s little friend and that crazy chick, Emma.”

“And two of the other girls on the squad. I’ll pass, I’m good.” Gareth answers with a calm glare of warning. But his gaze is on you again not even a second later and he watches as you sit down at a table in the middle of the food court, legs reclined against its edge. You’re laughing, talking with your hands at the same time as Max and every now and then you’ll take a sip out of a cup with the Sbarro branding on its side.

The others have all wandered off to get what they came for. Gareth is on a direct trajectory to the music store because he needs to replace his drumsticks, he broke one during a show at the Hideout earlier in the week. He figures you don’t even see him, so he walks right past.

What he’s not expecting is for you to call out to him as he does it.

He stops in the middle of the area, frozen in place and he doesn’t dare look back.

Max is giggling and she nudges you, nodding to the flannel around your waist. “Y’think he’ll recognize it?”

“I have no idea.” you mumble, staring at Gareth Emerson’s turned back intently. “Is he gonna come over here?” you wonder aloud as you take a long sip from the fountain drink inside your cup and sit the cup on the table.

Your stomach churns a little because this isn’t the pool, this isn’t the park or his house. This is Starcourt Mall. Where people will see him if he talks to you or vice versa and you have just enough time to wonder if maybe being thrust into your path most of the summer hasn’t finally gotten on his nerves. But then just as you’ve convinced yourself that he has no interest in being seen talking to you in public and you’ve turned your attention back to your huge slice of deep dish pizza to take another bite, you hear his throat clear from right behind you. His hand is on the back of your chair.

You pretend not to notice but as you feel his knuckle graze right up against your skin you nearly choke on a pepperoni. “Shit. Wrong pipe!” you cough out, recovering. But you can see Max giving you one of her little looks and a headshake. Gareth is lightly hitting you between your shoulders as he gazes down at you in concern. Which then turns into staring. Blushing like an idiot, he can feel the heat in his face.

And Emma’s giving you a shit-eating grin across the table as she slurps into her straw obnoxiously.

“You okay, little chaos demon?” Gareth asks and he wants to punch himself when the private nickname he’s bestowed upon you when he talks about you to the guys slips out, right there, right in public. And there’s his tone too, a little firm. Concerned. He already wishes he’d just kept walking because he just knows he’s making an entire mess out of this interaction.

You turn back to glance up at him and you’re grinning. It’s that same cute and sweet little grin he saw countless times a few nights ago when you babysat his little sisters and you hung around for an hour after, teaching him how to play poker while he tried to explain the finer points of Dungeons and Dragons to you.

It’s the little smile he’d do literally anything for and sadly, this is a fact that he’s just trying to come to grips with. Because he doesn’t think he’ll ever have you, but he can have the little smiles. Or that damn giggle that’s seared into his mind and has him reacting to it every single time he hears it as if it’s now muscle memory. 

He’s distracted, just a little. So distracted that he totally misses you reaching down and pressing something into his hand while giggling. You let your hand linger over his before pulling away, reaching back to pick up your soda and like Em was doing seconds before, you’re blowing bubbles into the drink through your straw as you stare up at him for a second or two.

Gareth is snapped back to reality by your soft laughter as you snap fingers in his face to get his attention. You nod to his closed hand and he looks down. Opening it to reveal two pins and a patch. His face is on fire and he wants to die because he hates the fact that he blushes so goddamn easily, he really does. If he had the confidence that Eddie has. Or one of the douchebags on the basketball team, he thinks to himself, blushing wouldn’t be an issue.

“Thanks.” it’s said in this quiet voice, because he’s stunned and he can’t think of anything else to say.

One of them is a Metallica pin. There’s a Motley Crue pin and a Motorhead patch and you give him that cute little grin again, shrugging as if what you’ve just done in gifting him the pins and patch isn’t a big deal but it is. It’s kind of huge, actually.

Because it hits him like a brick wall. This means you were thinking about him. Him.

Emma keeps staring at the flannel around your waist and smirking at you and you’re giving her pleading looks not to say anything to tip him off because you still can’t believe you actually just had it on, wearing it casually as you cleaned up around the house for his parents so his mom wouldn’t have to the next morning. Or that you managed to forget and grab it when you grabbed your own shirt when you went to leave that night.

To be fair, you’d spilled orange Kool Aid all over the Chicago Bears shirt you’d been wearing over the sports bra that night to begin with and you didn’t really want to run around in the sports bra by itself. And his shirt was sitting right there, on the dryer. Taunting you. 

But you should have returned the damn thing and explained the situation and yet, somehow, every time you tell yourself you’re going to do it, you just can’t. And now, it’s been a few days and if you say a thing, if you let on what happened you have absolutely no doubt that things will be awkward.

And they’re already awkward enough, what with your penchant for managing to make an ass of yourself nearly every single time he’s thrown into your path.

Gareth happens to see Emma staring intently at the flannel around your waist and he glances down. It looks almost exactly like the one he has that still has sleeves, the resemblance is so much that he’s standing there and he’s picturing you wandering around his room in only the flannel and little else. And now he’s hard and he’s shuffling his sneakers as he tries to will the situation back under control.

He knows it’s not his flannel, it can’t be.

But if it was, oh god.

He’s not even sure how he’d deal with you wearing his clothes beyond his obvious reaction to only a mental image of that happening.

He’s in a daze and you catch him staring at the flannel shirt around your waist and for just a second or two, you think you’re caught, you worry that you have to be. You’re fidgeting, he’s staring and at one point, Max nudges Em and leans in to her side with El doing the same so she can hear what’s said, “Do they do this a lot?”

“Mhm. Usually when one or the other isn’t looking? Are you two feeling like you can’t breathe right now too? Because holy fuck.. Me.” Emma takes a sip as she glances at the two younger girls, “Y’know.” she teases Max gently, “You’re probably gonna be like.. Her second maid of honor at their wedding one day.”

Max laughs, scoffs about it and Emma shrugs. “Don’t believe me then. I’m telling you. That boy is one of those who probably dates for life.”

“And my stepsister just doesn’t date. I mean, she hasn't since I've known her...” Max insists. Emma laughs. “She would if she thought he liked her though. Said it herself last time we were all out playing hide and seek at night, remember?”

“Well yeah, but..” Max mulls it over and shrugs. El laughs quietly. “I can kind of see it. They’re cute.”

“They need to get a room. The tension is driving me crazy.” April fans herself with the stack of napkins she’d grabbed to eat with her burger when you all sat down. 

“Totally, oh my god. I think I’m honestly sexually frustrated on her behalf.” Cass admits, slurping her milkshake. “Think the idiot has realized it’s his shirt around her waist yet?”

“No but it’s so fucking fun watching her squirm about it right now.” April laughs.

“I know!”

“They’re okay, right?” you ask the question as you tilt your head slightly and gaze up at him. Gareth clears his throat and nods, giving you what he hopes is a good smile and not one that looks like he’s trying to chew glass. Now that he’s been made aware of the things his face likes to do on it’s own, he’s afraid to risk it around you, truth be told. But he wants you to know he liked them. 

So he chuckles quietly and nods. “Yeah, I uh.. I was actually thinking about getting the patch last time I went in.” he drags a hand through his hair and as the light overhead glints off of his ring, your eye catches on it. You take a sip of your soda and nod. 

And then Emma, because she just has to be a shit, she smirks. “Show him what you got yourself, trouble. Do it. I can’t wait to watch Caroline and her merry band of idiots lose their shit when you wear them. Or when I wear my own stuff.”

You’re giggling. Grinning as you dig around in a bag with the music store’s logo on it. You pluck out a black Metallica shirt and a gray Motorhead one, then a white Motley Crue shirt with the logo done in neon colors. “She never should have told me I dress like a grungy little whore?” you shrug and Gareth laughs. 

“She actually said that?” Gareth asks, grumbling to himself about her lack of room to talk.

“Mhm. But it’s fine, totally fine. I mean.. I’m not the one who's been parking with every boy on the football team this summer.” you take a sip as you say it. 

“She started a war when she said it, just doesn’t realize it yet.” Cass speaks up, glancing from you to Gareth as Emma interjects, “If she thinks for one goddamn second I’m not gonna take her criticism as an excuse to pull out all the stops, she’s lost her mind. Even Cunningham is sick of her and Chrissy tries to love everybody.”

“Damn.” Gareth laughs.

“We all called it. She got co-captain last year and we all had a sleepover that very night and said it was gonna go straight to her massive head.” you muse. Standing and stretching. 

‘Hey, trouble.. We’re gonna go down to that arcade they just opened in here. Max owes me a round of air hockey. And Cass and April wanted to go to that lingerie store, see if they have better quality fishnets for the plan….”

Before Max can protest because she wants to stick around and be nosy and El wants to do that too, Emma has both girls and they’re all rushing away, leaving you alone with Gareth in the middle of the food court.

“What plan?” Gareth asks after a second or two of staring at you. You raise up and fluff at his hair and his breath catches and hangs all over again because this makes you brush up against him. Then you’re giggling and shrugging. “Just watch and see.”

“ Do I even want to know?“ Gareth questions as he steps closer and all the space between you is gone. “You won’t like.. Get in trouble, right?”

“Sir, you are aware that I’m on a first name basis with trouble, right?” you laugh and shake your head no. “I'll probably get laps or get bitched at, but that’ll probably be all that comes of it.” you answer, going quiet. 

Eddie spots him and starts to make his way over. And knowing that Eddie has a tendency to just say things without thinking, he is not willing to risk Eddie saying anything that might reveal the crush he has on you that he’s trying to ignore and forget.

“I’ll see you around.” Gareth smiles as he says it, nodding in Eddie’s direction. You smile and nod, winking as you play with the collar of his shirt because you’re distracted and staring up at him again like an ass and you can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself, as usual. “Okay. I’ll see you around.” you step away and start to walk off but you stop and call out to him with a laugh as you do, “Hey, kick ass tonight.. At that game thing?”

Gareth grins and nods. “Yeah., at DnD. I will. Don't hitchhike or anything, got it?”

And as you slink away, disappearing into the lingerie store down from the food court, Eddie clears his throat and nods in your direction, smirking at Gareth. “You did it after all. Good.”

“Actually, she kind of stopped me.” Gareth admits.

Eddie’s brow quirks. “Oh?”

“Yeah.”

He chuckles. “I told you, didn’t I? Absolutely no reason to keep fighting it, Emerson. None at all.”

And whether he likes it or not, Eddie’s little statement just won’t leave him alone or be buried this time.

Eddie notices the pins and the patch and takes them, looking at them.

“She uh.. She gave me those.” Gareth admits, dragging his hand over fluffy curls. Eddie’s mouth drops open and then he’s practically howling in laughter. “Oh my god, Emerson.”

“Fuck you, Munson.” Gareth grumbles, glaring up at his friend as he grabs for them to take them back. "Give me those."

“You’re a special kind of clueless, Emerson. A very special kind. Girls don’t just buy things for us, especially y’know, us” he gestures to himself and then Gareth, “the freaks, without a damn good reason. She likes you. I’m telling you, idiot.”

“There’s no fucking way.” Gareth insists.

“Okay, then explain why she’s got the exact same shirt you own tied around her waist right now, roaming this mall as we speak?” Eddie gazes at Gareth calmly, waiting on an answer. “It honestly looks like one of yours, man. I almost asked you when she got her hands on your shirt.”

“It’s not. So what, she has the same flannel.” and he tries again to shrug it off, push everything his best friend is stubbornly suggesting down as deep as it’ll go.

Eddie grumbles, rubbing his hand over his face. “Forget it, reasoning with you is like reasoning with a brick wall.”

#gareth emerson #gareth the great #gareth emerson imagine #gareth emerson fanfiction #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x fem!reader #// just wait.. it's gonna pick up. + more domesticity type stuff ahead.

[the-tragic-heroine]

死鬼祭 | Shiki Matsuri

fandom: tokyo revengers

characters: kurokawa izana, kakucho, haitani ran, haitani rindou, madarame shion, kokonoi hajime

pairings: tenjiku x female reader

cw: blood, violence, minor character death, supernatural elements, she/her pronouns used for reader

tags: @akemiixx01​

—✧ SUMMARY ✧—

The villagers say that you cursed them all. You believe that they were the ones who cursed you. (Or, in which the circumstances of your unfortunate birth woke a forgotten, slumbering god.)

Very vague depictions of the supernatural here, and a few cameos of specific yokai if you can spot them! Title is based off of a song by KODOKULOVE! More characters may be added as the story progresses.

Read on AO3 Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

CHAPTER 伍 FIVE

Without Izana around, the atmosphere at the shrine felt lighter. Still, you were left with a nagging discomfort at his absence, and you had to wonder if it was a side-effect of your growing anxiety as of late—or if you really did genuinely miss him. Sometimes, you found yourself touching your own lips, questioning if perhaps Izana’s late-night visit had just been a dream conjured up by your own fraying mind. It was difficult to dwell too long on the thought, however, as your companions had grown quite adept at keeping you preoccupied throughout the passing days.

Ran, as lazy as ever, had begun insisting you do his hair every morning, regardless of whether or not he had anything to do that day. While his preferred hairstyle of choice was his signature twin braids, he occasionally asked for something different—and, it was with much shame that you admitted you didn’t quite know how.

“I didn’t really have anyone to teach me, or anyone to practice on aside from myself,” you explained. “Even braids I only learned recently…”

“You know,” Ran said, flashing you a lazy smile that never failed to make your heart beat a little faster, “I’ve been quite jealous of Rindou stealing away all your time with his stupid ‘lessons’. How about I teach you a lil somethin’ of my own? Here, lemme show you.”

His long, lithe fingers, which you had seen wielding a ceremonial staff to cleanse the shrine grounds many times before, were gentle when they guided your hands to your own hair. He was so close now, face mere centimetres away from yours as the two of you sat opposite from one another on the tatami. You hoped he could not hear the loud thumping of your traitorous heart.

“You’re blushing,” he said, and in embarrassed instinct you began to lean away, only for Ran’s hand to shoot forward and wrap around the back of your neck to hold you in place. “Ah-ah, stay still.”

“W-Wait,” you stammered, cheeks going red-hot. “This is a little—”

“Shush.” The sudden intensity of his lavender eyes pinned you down. The hand not on your neck drifted from your hair to cup your face, thumb pressing underneath your chin to keep your head tilted up to look at him. “Let me be a little selfish today, princess.”

When he kissed you, you found that you didn’t mind a selfish Ran. Not at all.

—✧—

Rindou was pissed.

You already knew that the younger Haitani brother was quick to anger, though his temper usually fizzled out rather quickly. From what you had learned from him during his lessons, it was rarely anything more than surface-level annoyance; despite the sadism he displayed during fights, you found that he never harbored any real hatred. This time, however…

Rindou was pissed and he was avoiding you.

At first, Ran had seemed rather smug about it, so you assumed that the two were squabbling over something stupid again—but when you bumped into Rindou in the hall and he didn’t even look at you, you found it odd. When you approached him later (with much difficulty, as he seemed to make it his mission to make himself as scarce as possible) to ask him something and he looked you dead in the eye before walking off, you had a sneaking suspicion over what he was mad about. When this pattern continued over the next few days, that suspicion was confirmed: Ran had told him he had kissed you. Bragged about it, probably. It definitely didn’t help that ever since then, Ran had been much touchier than before.

So, you did the only thing you could think of doing. The second you caught sight of him, you gave chase. If anything, the shock then sheer panic that flashed across his face was rewarding enough, because when he took off running, you knew there was no way in hell you were going to catch him.

“What the—” Ran stepped aside as his brother flew past him, shortly followed by you. “What the fuck are you guys doing?”

Neither of you paid him any heed. With your focus locked onto Rindou’s receding back, you barely heard the eldest Haitani—and failed to see the slightly crooked floorboard jutting out in front of your feet.

“Ack—”

Instead of crashing to the floor, you tumbled right into Rindou’s arms.

“You idiot,” he hissed, grip tightening around your body. “You could’ve hurt yourself—”

“I wouldn’t have if you just stopped avoiding me—”

You had barely finished your sentence when Rindou crashed his lips onto yours.

“Stupid bro,” he grumbled in-between furious kisses, all while you clutched onto his clothing in a dazed stupor. “Show-off. Ugh— Stop wriggling.”

A distance away, Ran watched as Rindou dragged you to the direction of his room. Twirling a braid around one finger, he let out an exasperated sigh—but there was a small smile that tugged at his lips. “Little brothers. Never know how to share.”

—✧—

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on anymore,” Shion deadpanned. “I walked in on both Ran AND Rindou making out with you. Several times. Right in the fuckin’ hallway! What the actual fuck!”

“I don’t know either!” you cried out, cheeks an angry shade of red. “It’s just been kinda happening and I can’t really stop them—”

“Bull. Shit,” he sneered, his upper lip curling to expose one of his sharp canines. “You know damn well that if you told ‘em to stop, they would. Izana might be the fuckin’ god around here but you might as well be one too, princess.”

Your mouth snapped shut, shame written all over your face. At your stricken expression, Shion burst out into bitter laughter. “Look, it’s fine. Whatever the fuck’s goin’ on, Izana probably doesn’t give a shit—as long as you’re happy. Keeps the belief goin’, or something. Without ya, none of us would be here. Just…” He waved his hands around. “It makes me feel left out, okay?!”

A beat passed. “Huh?”

“They’re always doin’ shit like this,” he complained. “Leavin’ me out of things! Actin’ like I’m an idiot!”

“Shion—”

“Give me one, too!”

“Shion?!”

Somehow, you still found yourself laughing in his arms, all while he grumbled and leaned in for another kiss.

—✧—

Kakucho raised an eyebrow at you when you meekly approached him one afternoon. He had kept entirely quiet about his… fellow spirits and your affairs, despite having bore witness to it more times than he would have liked. Still, it was none of his business, and while he made sure to reprimand the others whenever they got too overwhelming, he acted like nothing was out of the ordinary around you. Until…

“Kakucho,” you said, staring up at him nervously. “Do you… not like me?”

“What?”

“You… I mean, well, with the others having been, you know…” He watched incredulously as you waved your hands around in obvious embarrassment. “Um. I thought that maybe you would end up doing something like that, too…”

“I’m not a degenerate,” he stated bluntly. “I’m not going to do anything to you.”

You flushed bright red at his remark. “…Okay. I-I’m sorry I asked and… for making you uncomfortable. Please just pretend I never said anything.” Before you could rush away, however, Kakucho held up a hand to stop you.

“Wait.”

You froze.

“I’m not going to do anything to you…” He paused, and now his cheeks were turning slightly pink, too. “…Unless you want me to, that is.”

I stared at him, mouth open. Still, I hesitated. “But… do you want to?”

The corners of his eyes lifted as he smiled softly, carefully lifting a hand to brush his calloused fingers across the apple of your soft cheek. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

When he pulled you in, you couldn’t help but think that the touch of his lips felt like coming home.

—✧—

An unfamiliar voice drifted to your ears whilst in the middle of sweeping leaves from the courtyard. “So this is the lady of the hour that I’ve been hearing all about.”

Startled, you looked all around, seeing nobody there.

“Up here, miss.”

You tilted your head to the roof. There sat a man you had never seen before, one leg propping up his arm and the other dangling over the edge. His black hair hung in wavy locks on one side, partially obscuring one of two piercing, slitted black eyes. Though he appeared completely human at first, you were able to glimpse the telltale shimmer of several ghostly fox tails waving behind him, along with a set of matching ears.

“Um,” you said, blinking rapidly, wondering if you should call for help. Thankfully, the sound of the stranger’s voice was enough to summon Kakucho, who did not seem all that surprised to see him.

“Ah, Kokonoi,” he said. “I was wondering when you would finally drop by.”

“You know me,” the kitsune said, sticking out his tongue. “No money? No Koko.”

“[Name].” Kakucho nodded at you. “This is Kokonoi Hajime. He’s not often around, but he too is one of Izana’s servants. He isn’t bound to him the way we are, however—just a stray that stuck around.”

Kokonoi waved a hand at you, waggling his fingers and grinning. You smiled and waved awkwardly back, mumbling out a polite, “Nice to meet you.”

“What brings you here, then?” Kakucho crossed his arms. “And come down from there. It’s a pain to look up at you.”

With the grace of a feather, Kokonoi obliged, landing on the grass in front of the two of you and tucking both hands neatly into the sleeves of his haori in the same motion. He was still smiling cheekily at you. “Izana told me to notify him once the preparations are almost ready. I figured I should visit to see the little miss at the same time. Come to find, Izana isn’t here—so why not stay for a while longer?” He stuck out his tongue again. “Now I know why you’re all so enamoured. She’s sweet.”

“Back off,” Kakucho grunted, gritting his teeth. Kokonoi laughed.

“Ease up, guard dog,” he said. “Don’t want to scare her off, do you?”

You fidgeted in place, not quite liking how they were talking about you as if you weren’t even there, and muttered out, “I don’t think much else can scare me at this point.” That earned you a loud cackle from the black-haired fox spirit.

“Atta girl,” he said, bending slightly at the waist so he could look you in the eye. You found yourself gazing back, fascinated by his slitted pupils and long lashes. Despite your initial misgivings, there was no sign of that underlying darkness you had grown so accustomed to after several months of living with Izana and his men. Kokonoi appeared to notice the change in your expression and his face softened.

“Sweet thing,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. One long, sharp fingernail grazed the surface of your skin. “What have they been doing to you?”

“Enough,” Kakucho said gruffly, wrenching Kokonoi away from you and shoving him backward. The kitsune did not even stumble. “If you have nothing else to say, then you can leave.”

“What a brute,” he chuckled, but it was dry and humorless. “Fine. Tell Izana I have a message for him, yeah? Usually I would charge a fee, but I’m feeling generous today so I’ll let it slide.”

Kakucho jerked his chin at him in a silent order to continue. Kokonoi shrugged his shoulders.

“As requested, I’ve finished gathering them,” he said. “I had to bribe a good number, but that’s to be expected. Izana isn’t as strong as he used to be, after all.” His eyes flitted over to you. “In fact, I’m rather impressed. Who knew that the faith of one single human girl would be enough to command a god and his entire army.”

That was all the confirmation you needed.

“I knew it,” you whispered. “I didn’t want to believe it, but… you guys are really going to destroy the village, aren’t you?”

Kakucho could not meet your gaze. This time, the sympathetic look on Kokonoi’s face made your skin crawl.

“Why?” you asked, voice shaking as you recalled the village mother’s agony in her last moments. “Why would you go that far?”

“I’ll tell her myself.”

The three of you whirled around to find Izana standing there, white locks and red earrings blowing in the faint breeze. Both Kokonoi and Kakucho bowed at the waist in perfect synchronisation when he approached, uttering out a simultaneous, “Welcome home, master.” Izana did not bother to even look at them as he passed, hypnotic lavender eyes fixated solely on you. He held out a hand for you to take; you knew it was not a request. With a deep breath, you placed your palm in his, and he laced his fingers together with yours.

“Come take a walk with me,” he said, smiling down at you. “There is something I need to show you.”

Your eyes darted from Izana to Kokonoi to Kakucho, then back again, and again. Though they had already straightened up, both men still kept their heads bowed—but they were close enough that you could glimpse the looks in both of their eyes. While the two of them wore the same cold grimace, Kokonoi’s eyes had gone from an amused, sparkling onyx to a dull charcoal. Kakucho’s, however… Your gut twisted itself to pieces at the sight of pure self-loathing in the wide-eyed glare he burned into the ground.

Left with no other choice, you followed Izana into the forest.

You had wandered through the trees yourself many times, before their arrival: foraging for berries, picking herbs and mushrooms, or simply allowing the chirping of birds to calm you. Nowadays, because of the ever-lurking threat of malevolent spirits leaking from the village, you barely found the opportunity to stroll. Back then, you might have thought the forest to be peacefully quiet—but at Izana’s side, you realised with a shiver just how wrong you were. Without the rustling of leaves in the wind, the buzzing of insects, or those lovely birdsongs drifting down from the canopies above, you came to understand just how loud a forest naturally should be.

Was it because of the demons? Or… was it because of him?

“You’re frightened,” Izana remarked.

“I’m not,” you protested, a little too quickly. He laughed in response, the movement making his earrings swing.

“You already know that I will not hurt you,” he said, “but you are not worried about yourself, are you? You are worried about the people.” When you did not reply, he continued talking. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, little one. You and Kakucho are both very much alike. Try as you might to hide it, you still wear your heart on your sleeve.”

“And you?” you blurted out before you could think to stop yourself. “Where has your heart gone?”

When he stopped walking, your stomach lurched, fearing that you had really done it this time. But there was no hint of anger in his eyes when he turned to face you; only that same melancholy you witnessed on the evening he kissed you in your room, tinged with a bitterness you could not yet comprehend.

“That is what I intended to show you,” he said. “Today, we are making a journey. All the way back to the very beginning.”

#tokyo revengers x reader #tkrv x reader #tenjiku x reader #kurokawa izana x reader #kakucho x reader #haitani ran x reader #haitani rindou x reader #madarame shion x reader #kokonoi hajime x reader #kind of #enjoy this moment of happiness before the chaos of chapter 6 #the full fic is already up on ao3 #my writing

[nodirectionhome-ao3]

New chapter posted!

Fic Summary: Lily Potter wakes up from a thirteen-and-a-half-year coma, and her son's fifth year turns out a little differently. Read from beginning | Read chapter 18

Excerpt — Chapter 18: Godric's Hollow

“Well, look who finally decided to join us,” Sirius said loudly, grinning knowingly at her as she slid into the chair next to Harry.

Lily groaned in response, slumping forward to rest her face against the cool wood of the table. “Too loud,” she grumbled.

“Mum?” Harry asked from beside her. “Are you okay?”

Sirius guffawed at that, and Lily stifled the urge to hex him. “Your mother is hungover, Harry,” he said bluntly.

“Don’t tell him that,” Lily mumbled, her face still pressed against the table. “He wouldn’t’ve known.”

Sirius laughed again. “He’s got eyes, Lil. Pretty sure he can tell.”

Lily snapped her head up to look at him, an action she regretted immediately, as the kitchen light flooded her over-sensitized eyes. The room was so much brighter than it had been before, now that they’d livened it up with yellow paint.

Stupid, cheerful yellow.

“Well, someone kept ordering us more wine last night,” she said pointedly.

“It was a celebration!” Sirius protested, his voice mercifully quieter. “Not my fault you’re a lightweight all of a sudden.”

Lily chuckled a little in spite of herself, wincing as her headache soared to new heights. “Didn’t use to be,” she grumbled, sighing as she ran her hands through her hair. “God, I didn’t even drink that much.”

“I don’t think you were drunk,” Remus said thoughtfully. “A little tipsy, maybe, considering all the giggling…”

Harry snorted. “You were giggling a lot last night,” he said. 

“And I’m pretty sure you told the waiter at one point that Padfree is foot,” Sirius added unhelpfully.

Lily groaned again, bringing her hands up to slowly massage her aching temples. “It used to take a lot more to give me a hangover,” she muttered.

When she glanced up, Remus was looking at her, his eyes twinkling as he fought to suppress a smile. “Welcome to your thirties,” he said wryly. “Getting older’s a pain in the arse, isn’t it?”

Lily mumbled in agreement and looked at Harry, who appeared to be just as amused as Remus. 

“Well, Harry,” she said. “Consider this a life lesson.”

“Life lesson?” Harry prompted, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” said Lily, gesturing vaguely with her hand as she tried and failed to find the proper motherly words. “You know, don’t drink, or whatever.”

Harry snickered in response. “Is that advice for you or for me?”

Sirius and Remus both dissolved into laughter at that. Lily shook her head, smiling as she looked at her son. “Well aren’t you cheeky,” she grinned.

“What’d you expect?” Sirius said through his laughter. “He’s your son.”

#new chapter #current wip #lily evans potter #harry potter #sirius being sirius #remus lupin

[exalok]

added a summary chapter to the beginning of the Prompt Bag of Mysteries for fun and profit

maybe this will make it less intimidating??? no one has told me it was intimidating. i assumed because it would be for me. ANYWAY now you can read some very silly very short summaries for what the hell is going on in there (tried to explain a lil bit because that was The Point but i think sometimes i ended up being Too Vague anyway.... might go back and edit. is that not the usual process with me)

#writins #does this count as writins? i say it doooo

[mylittlemystery]

Having Fun Yet?

Summary: the two daycare assistants have some fun together.

A/N: I love them dearly, therefore I must wreck them.

“Well, are you having fun yet? Huh? Are ya?!”

Moondrop could muster nothing but a flurry of flustered giggles in response, desperately trying to worm his way out of this situation and bury his flushed face into the rubbery floor simultaneously.

“Hey, why are you trying to stop playing so soon?” Sunrise whined, the wide smirk playing at his lips betraying his true intentions, adjusting himself just a hare so that his torso wasn’t being prodded by the other’s bony elbows. “Lemme hear more of that absolutely adorable laughter!”

Moondrop barely managed to bite back a yip of surprise as the fingers tapping away at his sides picked up speed, all but melting into a pile of mirthful mush at such a delicate touch. “Ihi cahan’t!” he gasped. “Pleeheeheease, it tickles!”

Sunrise merely let out a giggle of his own in response, shaking his head at such a cute display of embarrassment. “Aw, you don’t need to worry about all that! That’s what it’s supposed to do, silly!”

Said reassurance did little to quell Moondrop’s mounting anxiety, especially when those sneaky fingertips managed to flit all the way up to the back of his neck. He could feel his cheeks grow even hotter at the newfound attention being given to such a direly sensitive spot, and he wound up having to hold his breath in order to prevent any more reactions from slipping out and subsequently adding more fuel to the fire.

“It’s supposed to tickle until your tummy hurts and there are tears brimming in your eyes!” Sunrise prattled on, too wrapped up in his own little world to actually notice the state of his buddy precariously pinned beneath him. “You’ll laugh yourself silly until you’re gasping for air, and then we’ll do it all over again once you’ve caught your breath! Isn’t that-”

“Stahp!” Moondrop suddenly hissed before he dissolved into a breathless heap of rapid giggles and twitching limbs. “Dohon’t tease!”

Sunrise could only blink lamely at first, but he quickly managed a cheek splitting grin that might’ve come across as warm in any other situation. “Oh, I think I hit a sweet spot~!” he trilled, deliberately making an effort to go against the other’s plea. “You’ve got a ticklish neck, don’t ‘cha? Of course ya do, otherwise you wouldn’t be making all those cute little noises that you’re doing! Wow, you’re not even trying to wiggle away - you must be really enjoying yourself, huh?”

“Pleeheeheeheeheeheeheease!” Moondrop was in stitches by this point in time, burying his atypical expression away in his forearms. “Ihi cahan’t stahahahahahahaaand it!”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re already laying down then, huh?” Sunrise quipped, heart fluttering triumphantly at the knowledge that the other wasn’t able to groan at his corny sense of humor. “Hey, I’ve got an idea!” he suddenly exclaimed (he was never renowned for his attention span). “How about a couple raspberries to help keep your energy up?” Without bothering to wait for a response, he drew in an unnecessarily deep breath and blew it out against the tender area.

This resulted in Moondrop letting out a sharp squeal that was unnaturally loud for somebody such as himself, breaking into a delightful symphony of breathy hysteria that shook his lean chest. “Eh-ehehehehehehehehehehe!” The poor thing didn’t have a prayer when it came to composing a plea for reprieve that was even remotely comprehensible.

“Yeah, there’s the laughter I’ve been waiting for!” Sunrise cheered with such adoration that one could almost set aside the fact that he had another giggly robot trapped beneath him. “Don’t you worry your pretty ‘lil head off; I’ll be sure to stop once I’m sure that smile won’t be leaving for a long, long time!”

Moondrop could only vaguely wonder just how long that would take before a second raspberry sent his thoughts swirling around until they were nothing more than indistinguishable mush.

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“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

Any security guards unfortunate enough to be patrolling near the daycare might’ve thought that someone was being flayed like fresh livestock under a butcher’s knife within, but the scene was much more innocent than the noises it produced.

“That’s right, you little bundle of energy,” Moondrop crooned as he delicately scratched his lengthy digits behind the other’s direly sensitive kneecaps. “Giggle all day~”

Sunrise could scarcely make out those taunting words over his own maniacal squawking, but it didn’t seem to matter all that much what with his face already a lovely shade of orange rather than its typical yellow. “NAHT THERE!” he pleaded as he slapped his open palms against the ground in a sort of frantic drum solo. “Th-that’s myhy tihihihickle spahaahaahaahaahaahAAHAAHAAHAAHAAAAT!”

Moondrop only snickered sinisterly in response, eyelids fluttering halfway down as he observed his other half going to pieces at such a gentle touch. “What a ticklish little thing you are,” he hummed mostly to himself. “It’s like these knees of yours were just made for the Tickle Monster’s hands…why, I think I might just let them rest here for quite a while~”

“NOHO, YOHOU CAHAN’T!” Sun wailed in an odd tone of voice that was a cross between utter fear and gleeful excitement. “IHIT’S TOOHOO MUHUHUHUUUCH!”

The line that twisted Moondrop’s lips could hardly be considered a smile; with the malintent that lay behind it, it was more like a grimace. He tutted his metallic tongue against the roof of his mouth, shaking his head in delighted pity. “Tsk, tsk…what a shame - can’t dine on what you serve, mm?” he inquired rhetorically in that special lilt that he would be mortified to be caught using in any other situation. “I could keep you here for hours upon hours, you know; the only thing you’d be able to do is laugh yourself hoarse, isn’t that right~? Doesn’t that sound like so much fun~?”

Sunrise was too busy shrieking his nonexistent lungs out to respond, pounding his lower legs on the floor with such a ferocity that one could attribute it to a rabbit trying to escape the snare of a fox.

“Oh yes, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea,” Moondrop spoke as if he had received a verbal confirmation from the other. “That would certainly tire you out, wouldn’t it~? Don’t you worry about a thing - we’ve got all night, after all…”

As the fingers at his knees continued their dance that was slowly driving him into the depths of madness, Sunrise could only hope that his twin would honor those words.

#text posts #writing #fanfiction #fnaf #sunrise fnaf #moondrop fnaf #tickling #tickle #ticklish #tickles #tickled #my stuff #first fic of the new year ayyyyy

[thosewickedlovelies]

Anything That Shined: prologue  |  The Thief x Heroic!F!Reader x Marcus Moreno

Rating: T for Teen

Summary: The thief debates on adding a few Heroics to his collection

Tags: friends to lovers; eventual throuple? threesome? I haven’t decided yet

Word count: 967

A/N: So I know I labeled my last MM thing as a prologue, but this is a story I have actual ideas and more content for, so it's forreal this time. Please enjoy this lil preview for a story I'm excited to write more of! 😍

This will NOT be any kind of dark fic- the thief "stealing" them will not be described, and will not be a permanent state- the situation will be explained in the next chapter

Masterlist

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It’s an idea he’s toyed with before, of course. Stealing a Heroic. What an addition to his collection one of them would make! The things he would have access to with some of their abilities on his side...

Something about it never sat quite right, however. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it- he’d used his abilities to steal people before, although he wasn’t sure it counted as stealing to take them back from miscreants who’d abducted them in the first place (“Rescue” wasn’t his preferred term. He didn’t advertise his morals, after all- only that they had a price tag).

But whenever he considered acquiring a Heroic- nothing. His gift didn’t whisper to him the way it normally did when he was pondering a heist, didn’t illuminate potential interception points or escape routes. Perhaps because that truly would be kidnapping, not theft, the thief muses as he waits for his order. Vague as they were, he reasonably certain it went against his morals to steal people. He preferred to recruit them, voluntarily.

But if it was only temporary? he probed. If I only meant to steal them for a day, and not keep or harm them? 

His gift seems to titter in response. The thief grumbles internally at its coy answer, having long since stopped questioning the oddity of talking to what was essentially a vague quasi-consciousness in his head.

Perhaps his gift’s unhelpfulness was due to his own apprehension. Stealing the entirety of a living person was a lot trickier than just plucking the voice from them. And really, none of their abilities couldn’t be acquired by him otherwise. Miracle Guy? The thief had someone who could fly. Tech-No? Superpowers weren’t necessary to be tech-savvy enough for his needs.

The speedy one would be useful, the thief reflects as he adds just a touch of sugar to his coffee. In and out with the goods, no fuss no muss. But that took all the fun out of a heist. He could do that part himself half the time, anyway. The rich scent of the café’s new single-origin brew lures him from his thoughts, and the thief allows himself to be distracted, sighing into the steam kissing his face and luxuriating in the rich flavor. He simply must ask the owner for their supplier. 

The kicker is that he knows who the real jewel would be- the Heroic whose powers could provide the greatest benefit, even to a man as substantially gifted as himself. Marcus Moreno. He hid behind his swords and his teammates more so now than he had in his early days, but the thief had seen the footage. His telekinetic abilities weren’t to be underestimated.

Nestled in his favorite spot- a cushy nook, half-hidden behind a large plant with leaves like graceful emerald fans- the thief regards the park across the street as people flock to it. He couldn’t have predicted that the same he day he comes into town would be the same day the hero is involved in a minor incident across the street from a café he frequented. But it seems just a little too serendipitous of an opportunity to ignore. 

A razor-edged halo of gleaming silver arcs around Moreno’s head when he whirls his swords up and into their sheaths. The thief’s gaze lingers on the blades, on the wide shoulders to which they’re strapped. The hero is so close he can make out the good-natured smile on his face where he kneels before a clamor of children. Yet still his gift murmurs too faintly to make out, as if from across a windblown distance. The thief frowns in thought. But when another, brighter glint catches his eye, his gift bursts into such cacophony the thief almost flinches, expensive coffee sloshing in his cup.

It’s you. The Heroic they called Sunbeam.

What skin is exposed by your suit ripples with the the light of the sun. Radiant and shimmering with a white-gold aura, you look every inch a star walking the earth- the thief is baffled as to how he’s missed you, even as fixated on Moreno as he was. Your brightness dims bit by bit every time you refasten a patch of your modifiable uniform, although the effect is rendered somewhat moot by the fact that your suit is also white and yellow, with glittery gold patches that draw the eye. As he watches, you pause, closing your eyes for a deep breath, and the remaining glow in your hands and face lessens to an almost human level.

Your fellow Heroic stands as you stride back toward him, asking something, his brow furrowed in concern. You shake your head in reassurance. The man’s relief is obvious, even from this distance; he reaches out to rest a hand on your shoulder, his stance relaxing. You seem surprised, but pleased- a bashful smile appears on your lips, and- just for a second- your skin seems to flicker again with a bright warmth.

Interesting. His gift hisses excitedly. The cup clinks faintly against its saucer as the thief lowers it, all of his attention laser-focused on the super-powered duo across the street, on the rapidly clarifying plan in his head. Both of you turn as someone else runs up to you. The angle causes natural sunlight to glance off your cheek, and the thief blinks at the shine; it’s not unlike the reflections which speared off of Marcus’s swords. Your gold to his silver.

The thief smirks to himself as he remembers his own words. Anything that shined. His eyes track your glittering silhouette, Moreno resembling your shadow in his black uniform, in the thoughtless synchronicity of your body language. His gift croons in an alluring song. Ah, what the hell, he decides. A two-for-one deal. His smirk transforms into an expression of relish.

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I apologize for nothing. Luv u guys <3

Taglist: @thirstworldproblemss

#the thief x reader #the thief x you #marcus moreno x reader #we can be heroes fic #marcus moreno x you #wcbh fic #the thief fic #wine commercial fic #casillero del diablo commerical #we can be heroes #wcbh #i hope this doesnt get lost in all the kinktober stuff about to come out haha

[j-amespotter]

★ cardigan - s. b.

“i knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired.” 

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

x. x. x.

Summary: Your relationship with Sirius is on the rocks, but you loved him and at the end of the day, he was always there. For your own happiness, something had to change. 

Genre/Warnings: angst, alcohol, language, toxic relationship 

Word Count: ~3k

A/N: this took a lot, and i mean a lot of energy. not sure how i feel about it (i am my worst critic) but i really didn’t want a pushover protagonist. ps... communicating with your partner is hot! let me know what you think (and if you think i should make a taglist) :) 

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“Ravenclaw girl this time. Blonde… I think I recognize her. Couldn’t see the front of her robes, she might be one of the fifth-year prefects. You know I’m terrible with names. Ask James, he finds it hilarious.”

“You should work for the Prophet, Lils,” you said, without looking up from your toast, which was becoming more and more tasteless with every bite. “What were they doing?” 

“Talking,” answered Lily pointedly. “He ended the conversation fairly quickly when he saw me looking, though.” 

You sighed. This discussion was becoming too routine for your liking, most often with Lily, occasionally with Remus. “Well, if they were just talking, then I don’t see the issue. Lily, it is early. We have double Potions this morning. I really don’t want to deal with your weird suspicions about my boyfriend right now.” 

If Lily sensed your underlying irritation, she chose to ignore it. “I just think you deserve better, that’s all. I mean, James–” 

You finally turned and stared defiantly into your best friend’s vibrant green eyes. “Lily, I hate to break it to you, but James is the exception, not the rule. Just because he’s some angel on earth doesn’t mean all boyfriends are like that, and that’s not even considering the fact that he’s been hopelessly in love with you since second year…” 

Huffing, Lily picked at the fruit off of her plate. “Okay, I get it. I won’t bring it up again.” It was sweet how much Lily cared. James doted on her day and night. It would have been easy to forget about her friend’s love-related quandaries. But that was Lily Evans – always considerate of others.

Truthfully, you were tired. You knew what ‘talking’ with Sirius Black entailed. It did not make you feel as secure as you indicated to Lily. As time went on, it was getting increasingly harder to defend Sirius’s overly-careless behavior. If he wasn’t chatting up girls in random corners of the castle, he stood you up on your scheduled study dates in favor of detention with James. There was only a little comfort in the fact that he wasn’t always like this. If he was, would you have even dated him? Deep down, you knew that as much as Sirius was a thrill-chaser, he was incredibly capable of being a loving boyfriend. For that reason alone, you bore the incredibly painful motions of being in a relationship with him. 

He briefly reminded you of his better qualities when you opened your Potions textbook and felt a feathery kiss on your neck. “Guess who?” whispered Sirius sultrily into your ear. 

You couldn’t help the automatic flush that made its way onto your cheeks. “Hmm… is it Remus?” you whispered back, stifling a giggle. 

“Don’t tease,” he grunted before planting a swift kiss on your cheek. He plopped onto the chair next to you and faced you with a lazy grin. “You look disappointed, love. I’m afraid your usual Potions partner is a bit preoccupied at the moment.” He gestured across the room, where you spotted Lily practically hanging off of James’s lap, distracting herself until the start of her favorite class with his lips. 

“They’re hopeless,” you commented airily, in an attempt to disguise your envy. You felt Sirius’s gaze burning into you. “Missed you at breakfast this morning,” you added in a casual tone.

“Oh, well, you know–” 

“No, I don’t know,” you interrupted, bitterness leaking from your clipped voice. You always let Sirius off too easily. “But I certainly can’t wait to hear your ready-made list of vague excuses. Please, do continue.” There. He had it coming. He deserved for you to throw him off track.

“Baby, it was nothing,” assured Sirius rather predictably. “Just Pippa asking for help with Transfiguration. Honest.” He placed a hand on his heart in mock sincerity, which only angered you further. 

Nevertheless, you chose not to argue. He was incredibly brilliant with his words. There was no way he would understand your plight. Instead, you absentmindedly flipped through your Potions textbook as Slughorn finally entered his unruly classroom. 

Sirius seemed uncharacteristically bothered by your lack of response. With a half-glance at James and Lily, he entwined his fingers into yours. “They’re in their honeymoon phase, you know. You really can’t compare.” 

“There is no comparison, Sirius. James prioritizes Lily. I can’t remember the last time you prioritized me,” you whispered. There was a finality in your tone that you hoped he would hear. It was the most you were willing to discuss the matter. 

Sirius Black was a lot of things, least of all oblivious. He gently squeezed your hand. Silently, he slipped his fingers out of yours, choosing to follow your lead and not pursue the issue any further. 

A part of you was proud of the fact that you finally found it in you to voice your concerns to him, but another larger part dreaded the irreversible distance it put between the two of you for the rest of the day. You weren’t necessarily avoiding each other. Though his smiles were significantly more tender, he seemed reluctant to talk, let alone touch you.

Sick of the mental torment you were subjecting yourself to, you stuffed your unfinished Charms essay into your bag and headed to your dormitory, choosing to retire for bed early. Mid-yawn, you spotted a single red rose on your unmade bed. You didn’t have to read the attached note to know who it was from but felt your heart thudding against your chest as you unfolded the small piece of parchment. 

I’m sorry. I love you. 

There was no signature, but you could recognize his meticulously-slanted script anywhere. You stared at the note adoringly before pressing your lips to the corner of the crumply parchment and marking it with the remnants of your lip gloss. 

Suddenly, you were no longer tired. Skipping down the stairs, you found yourself wishing for a certain map that would tell you the exact location of the only person you wanted to see.

Fate seemed to be on your side when you saw him in the common room, his head bowed as if he was praying. “You’re here!” 

He gazed up at you, his shoulders relaxing when he noticed the smile on your face. “I’m really–” 

You didn’t let him finish. You kissed him hard, throwing your arms around his neck. You felt him smile against your lips. Reluctantly, you pulled away from him. “Don’t worry about it. I was being silly.” 

Sirius’s grin widened. “You’re quite low maintenance, y’know. I thought it would take at least a week and a hundred roses. And if not roses, then daisies, sunflowers, peonies… I was ready to pull all the stops. For future reference, a good snog is all it takes to win me over.” 

You laughed heartily, though you struggled to keep up with his train of thought. You always appreciated his good-natured ability to poke fun at the gravest circumstances. “I just missed you.” 

“Me too, darling. I’ll do better this time, I promise.” 

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True to his word, Sirius showered you with a level of affection that could rival James’s for Lily. He spent every spare moment with you in his bed, sneaking into the kitchen for secret dinners, and pushing you against bookshelves in the back of the library, homework-be-damned.

On Tuesday night, you sat on the Astronomy Tower. You glanced at your watch, realizing that Sirius was nearly an hour late. Your eyelids were drooping shut. It had been a long day. Everything in your brain felt scattered. You could’ve been catching up on the mounds of schoolwork you were now falling behind on. Sirius… Did he say midnight? Did you hear him correctly? Maybe he meant for you to pencil it in. Maybe he was hurt. Was it Remus? You stared at the sky, peering at the crescent shape of the moon. It taunted you. Stop kidding yourself. He’s not coming. 

Just as you were about to call it a night, Sirius stumbled into the Tower and onto the floor. Startled, you helped him up. “There you are! Are you alright? I was so worried… Are you drunk?” 

His grey eyes shone in the soft moonlight. The cloudy expression on his face paired with the sloppy grin he sent your way spoke for him. “Lost track of time… we snuck into Hogsmeade,” he slurred. “Rosmerta slipped us some firewhiskey. Here, I brought us a bottle...” He reached into his robes, only to come out empty-handed. “Uh-oh… finished it. Sorry, baby.”

You processed his words very slowly, realization dawning on you with the weight of heavy bricks. “Un-fucking-believable.” 

“Hey! We’re all of age.” He threw up his hands in surrender and widened his eyes innocently. “Next time, darling. I promise.” 

“It’s not about the fucking drink, Sirius! You’re here so you obviously haven’t forgotten that we had plans tonight! I don’t care if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade, but you should’ve told me. I’ve been waiting here like an idiot for an hour. I’m exhausted!”

“Told you,” he grumbled, now irritated, “we lost track of time.” 

You stared at him, unable to comprehend his complete shift in attitude. “Whatever,” you said finally. “I’m going to bed.” 

Spinning on your heels, you swallowed the lump in your throat as you prepared to march away from him with your chin up. Before you could take too many steps, however, a firm hand grasped your wrist. The intensity of the force pulling you back to him felt so otherworldly that you could hardly believe it was a wasted Sirius. 

You had a fleeting thought of pushing him away but instead tilted your head so he could pepper kisses onto the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry,” he whispered over and over again, between his fluttering pecks along your jawline. 

His lips found yours. His hand released your limp wrist as his fingers gently trailed up your arm. “So beautiful,” he murmured, gazing directly into your eyes. You practically melted as your body fell into his. Like always, his arms were ready to catch you, drunk or otherwise. 

☆

“No Sirius yet?” asked your mother, sipping her drink cheerily.

You refused to look her in the eye in fear of giving something away. “No, not yet. Should be here soon, though.” 

“Better be,” said your father, slipping away from a party guest. “He’ll miss cake.”

It was your parents’ twentieth-anniversary party, an occasion made doubly special as their one and only daughter was now officially a Hogwarts graduate. You had planned the party and made Sirius promise that he would not only attend, but also arrive early to help greet your guests as your boyfriend. 

You knew that your parents did not initially approve of Sirius, but as your relationship strengthened, so did Sirius’s standing in your family. Now, post-Hogwarts, you were desperate to not only show your parents that the two of you were committed to one another but also feel yourself that your love would endure the many challenges of adulthood. 

As the last of your family friends trickled out of your childhood home, you failed to hide your disappointment at his loud absence. Like many months earlier, your mind see-sawed between possibilities, some pathetic, others worrying. You were in the middle of a war, after all. You always believed Sirius’s recklessness would be his downfall. 

Fortunately or unfortunately, your worries subsided when you saw him slip into the parlor with a present in hand and a sheepish smile directed at you and your parents. “Happy anniversary! Sorry I’m late, you won’t believe– hey, where’s the party?” 

“It’s over,” you announced bitterly. 

Your mum and dad sensed the tension and tactfully exited the room. “We saved you some cake, dear,” your mother said to Sirius, after politely thanking him for his present. 

“So,” you started as you heard your parents’ footsteps fade away, “where were you? Actually, don’t answer that. Let me talk first. This was important to me, Sirius. You knew that! What will I say to Mum and Dad? Don’t I matter to you at all? Is it always going to be like this?” 

“Slow down,” whispered Sirius. “I’ll explain everything – just listen! I was with James, okay? We were only mucking around on the bike. I was on the way, I swear! But then these Muggle Aurors – police, they’re called – they started chasing us! We were getting away but these three blokes – Death Eaters – caught up to us. Long story short, we got into quite a scuffle and…” He looked at you in an attempt to gauge your reaction. 

Your mouth hung open as you absorbed his story. Regardless of your anger, he presented a legitimate case for himself that you could not quash. “Death Eaters? Thank Merlin you’re alright. How on earth did you get away?” 

“I’ll tell you everything. Your mum mentioned something about cake?”

You stood on your toes, wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your head on his chest. “In the kitchen,” you answered softly. “I wish you would be more careful.” 

He kissed your temple. “Don’t worry,” said Sirius dismissively, “I handled it, didn’t I?” 

☆

“So, what do you think?” 

You and Sirius were standing in the middle of his new studio flat. Primely-located and newly-furnished, it was the picture-perfect bachelor pad. Sirius now had a place to call his own, thanks to a bountiful inheritance from his Uncle Alphard. The walls were bare and the lighting dim, adding an overall sensuality to the atmosphere. 

“It’s nice,” you remarked sincerely, smoothing his plain black bed sheets. You peeked into his wardrobe, smirking to yourself as you noticed it was half-empty. “Lost the rest of your clothes, babe?” 

“No,” answered Sirius quietly. “It’s for you.”

“What is?” 

“The closet space. It’s for your clothes.” His voice was barely above a whisper. 

“For when I come to visit,” you amended automatically. 

You turned to see Sirius scratching the back of his head. “No, for when you live here. With me.” 

“W-What?” Your mind was reeling. You leaned against his side table to steady yourself. “Me? Move in with you?” 

“Well… yeah,” said Sirius as he slowly regained his signature confidence. “We’ve been together for ages, seems about right. Besides, James and Lily are getting a place together.” 

You did not understand why you weren’t over the moon. It was what you always wanted from him – a tell-tale symbol of his otherwise-flaky commitment to you, a sign of your sparkling love. It was the beginning of the next chapter of your lives, and you were meant to start it together. On paper, it was perfect. There was no explanation for the sinking feeling in your stomach. 

Suddenly, the words that would never come were on the tip of your tongue. The answer was clear as day. “No.” 

“What?” 

It was an extremely difficult task to catch Sirius Black off-guard, a feat you used to motivate your argument. “No, Sirius. I won’t move in with you.” 

Shock was written all over his face. “What the hell? Why?” 

“Because… you didn’t even ask me!” 

Sirius stared at you blankly for a long moment before bursting into laughter. “Alright… (Y/N), will you please do me the honor of sharing an address with me? Is that it, then? Shall I get down on one knee?” 

“No, Sirius. That’s not the point,” you said firmly. “The point is that you didn’t ask me. You just assumed that I would say yes – don’t interrupt. I know we’ve been together for years, but can’t you see? You make me so incredibly happy and yet, so unbelievably unhappy at the same time. You’re so good to me, and then so horrible, and then amazing again… I can hardly keep up anymore. I’m a fucking doormat and I’m sick of it! It’s humiliating. I’m tired of feeling humiliated in front of people I care about. It’s starting to become too high a price of being in love with you.” 

You ended shakily, afraid to look at him. When you dared, you saw him wearing an unfamiliar expression. The silence washed over you both for an eternity. You had the horrible thought that perhaps this was it. Perhaps, you crossed a line. Maybe he hadn’t noticed how broken you both were, how broken you were, and now… well, he couldn’t unsee it now. You were over. Without a word, you headed for the door with your head down.

“Wait,” shouted Sirius hoarsely. “Don’t go. I-I’m not sure what to say to make you stay.”

“Try being honest,” you whispered weakly. 

He swallowed nervously. “Okay, here goes. I know that I haven’t put enough effort into this relationship… I know that. I realize that I take you for granted and that you deserve better. I don’t blame you for thinking that. I would never have blamed you for thinking that. But here’s the truth – I am so far gone when it comes to you, you have no idea. I am so in love with you. I think about you morning, noon, and night. And the thing is, here we are, fighting for Muggles and Muggleborns and the good of the world… but above all, I am so utterly afraid of losing you. I think that’s why, actually. That’s why I keep you at arm’s length. I don’t think I mean to, but it just happens. Because I’ve never met anyone who loves me as much as you do, not even my mother. Especially not my mother. I’m torn between keeping you close and pushing you away because the truth is, you’ll always deserve better than me. And I’ve always been afraid of you realizing that.”

His truth was careful but sincere. Your hand slipped off the doorknob. Still, it was not the first time Sirius had rendered you speechless. “How do I know you mean it? That it’s more than just words to you?”

“Let me prove it to you,” he said meaningfully, grey eyes glistening. 

You took slow steps toward him, and he embraced you with the hope of filling all the gaps he may have left open. “Okay,” you said, your voice muffled into his shirt. “Just… leave the closet half-empty for a little while.” 

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[kyber-queen]

to build a home (rex x jedi!reader)

Summary: A slight rewrite of the ‘ARC Troopers’/Invasion of Kamino episode in season 3, where reader is a Jedi general who has worked alongside the 501st in the past. After a dramatic battlefield encounter, the reader confronts questions of the clones’ place in the universe as well as their own burgeoning feelings for a certain clone captain.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Medical stuff, mentions of drowning, mentions of blasters, rex is awkward and fives is a lil shit, slight suggestive content, a kiss perhaps

Author’s Note: this one’s for the lovely @porgnugget !! this was originally gonna be a quick blurb to pull me out of my writer’s block but oops anyways I hope you enjoy!!!

***

You stared out the bridge port, watching as ships emerged one-by-one from hyperspace to surround a watery-blue planet. With each new starship, your heart sank. This battle wouldn’t be easy, but then again, easy battles were hard to come by these days. You’d been temporarily assigned to the 183rd, and your men were already weary from two months of slugging their way through the outer rim under Separatist fire. They had been eagerly awaiting their return to the capitol, but after your head communications officer received word of an imminent Separatist attack on Kamino, just about every man in your unit was eager to come to the aid of his brothers.

You heard rustling from behind you, followed by the two consecutive thuds of standard-issue boots fixing themselves to the ground. The trooper they belonged to issued you a respectful salute.

“Sir, the Council requests you answer their holocall immediately,”

You had figured your weak excuse for rerouting your unit wouldn’t hold for long.

“Transfer them through,”

As the stern blue faces of the Jedi council materialized before you, you steeled yourself in preparation for their reprimands.

“General, you’ve received explicit orders to return to Coruscant at once. Why, pray tell, is your starship about to breach the Kaminoan atmosphere?”

Master Windu glared down at you expectantly.

“With all due respect, Master, this is the home of the men we fight alongside each day. The 183rd has expressed their commitment to defending this planet, and it is my job as their interim General to honor their desires whenever possible. I and the 183rd will be assisting with the defense of Kamino,”

Windu glanced at Master Unduli over his shoulder. Before another Council member had the chance to speak, the transmission crackled. The Separatists were jamming your signal. Your comms went dark.

You glanced over to the officers piloting the ship. Their hands danced from button to button, working to maintain communication with the ground forces on Kamino. The comm failure had settled it—you were going in.

“Prepare for entry,” you called. A stiff nod from your commander reassured you that the officers had heard you. You turned in a swirl of deep brown robes and made your way to the armory. You had troopers to prepare.

***

You hit the ground from about twenty feet above, using the force to cushion your fall. Confident that the LAATs would find their way into the heart of the battle as planned, you set off on foot for the nearest row of battle droids. As you dodged the seemingly endless stream of blaster fire, you took note of the troopers already facing off against the waves of separatist droids. You recognized the grey armor of the Kamino guard, as well as the deep blue of the 501st. You’d worked alongside the 501st several times before—you searched for a certain familiar face in the crowd.

You were already sure General Skywalker and General Ti were nowhere in sight. You deflected a few blaster bolts while planning your next move. You spotted four troopers aiming for a new line of droids, close to the edge of the platform. One of their brothers lay motionless behind them—they were probably in need of backup. You would make your way over there after you took down a few more rows of droids.

The adrenaline of battle roared through your veins. Your saber swung with a precision you were only able to master with the cacophony of blaster fire rattling in your brain. You heard shouting in the distance, but it didn’t seem to register. All you could focus on was the glide of your saber’s blade through the unforgiving metal skin of the nearest droid.

As you neared the small squadron of troopers, their shouts gained clarity.

“…we’re cutting it close, here. Steady trigger fingers, men,” one of them called.

A glance over your shoulder caused your stomach to flip. The voice belonged to the trooper in the center of the formation—his single pauldron and jaig-marked helmet identifying him in an instant, even through the blaster-fire haze of the battlefield. Rex. A formation of super battle droids closed in on the position his men struggled to hold. You deflected one last blaster bolt before charging in their direction.

You watched what happened next in slow motion.

A droid raised its fist at a trooper in all-white armor. The man didn’t even seem to notice. He raised his blaster, aiming at a droid to his left as his right side remained open for what had the potential to be a deadly blow. The droid swung. Rex dove. He yanked the trooper out of the droid’s trajectory, though the side of his helmet failed to escape its swing. The metal fist landed its blow with a sickening thunk, Rex’s body falling limply at the edge of the platform as his helmet clattered uselessly to the side. His unconscious form slipped. You jumped.

The three other troopers watched in awe as you leapt over a row of battle droids and into the churning Kaminoan waters. You hit its roiling surface feet-first, searching the whitecaps for a glimpse of white plastoid. Clone armor was built to float, right? You took a stroke to your left, dragging yourself through the water urgently when you spotted a glimpse of Rex’s blue pauldron through the waves. You vaguely felt your outer robes drift away, carried off by the tumultuous current. Your hand latched onto the blue plastoid, and you pulled hard. Rex had landed face-down in the water, you realized. You gulped.

Pulling his back to your chest, you kicked backwards as hard as you could in the direction of one of the durasteel supports. You called on the force to be present—you were going to need it if you were going to successfully haul Rex’s unconscious form forty feet upwards. You ducked underwater, shifting your grip on him so he was held in a makeshift fireman’s carry. You secured his body to yours with the force, invisible hands gripping tightly to the arm and leg slung around your shoulders. You grasped the first rungs of the ladder. You climbed.

With aching hands and trembling muscles, you hauled yourself foot-by-foot to the top of the platform. As soon as your fingers curled around the last rung, it was as if all the strength had been sapped from your system. Your chest burned with exertion. You rolled Rex onto his back, crawling beside him as you began your examination.

“He took a hit to the head, fell into the water. I was able to pull him out, but I need a medic,” you explained.

The three troopers stared, shocked. Had you really managed to drag a 200-pound man forty feet into the air from the water?

You glanced up from Rex’s face, noting the lack of movement from the three other men.

“I need a medic, now,” you ordered.

One of the troopers charged off. Satisfied that he’d retrieve someone far more qualified to administer first aid than you, you turned to the man before you. Rex’s face was pallid and sickly-looking. Alarm clawed at your insides. You felt for a pulse, and to your relief, the beat of his heart rose to meet your fingers steadily. His breaths were shallow and inconsistent, though—they sounded to be thick with seawater.

Remembering your training, you pinched his nose closed. You used the index finger of your other hand to tilt his jaw open, before taking a deep breath and sealing your mouth over his. You exhaled, watching carefully as his chest rose in response.

“Wake. Up,” you urged.

His pulse still beat strongly against your fingertips. A good sign, if nothing else.

You leaned down once more, praying to the Maker that he would breathe already. You exhaled, channeling much-needed oxygen into his flooded lungs. Minutes passed. His pulse grew steadier against your fingers.

You administered a final rescue breath, leaping back as if stung when you felt a splutter of air and water against your parted lips. Rex’s eyes fluttered open. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but curled in on himself as a coughing fit overtook him.

Scooping a hand around Rex’s shoulder, you pulled him onto his side, straining against the dead weight of his body. His chest shook as he expelled a sizeable puddle of water from his lungs.

You looked up at the rest of the battle for what felt like the first time in hours. There wasn’t a functioning droid in sight. Several troopers, their armor adorned with 501st blue, stared unabashedly at the scene before them. You looked back down at Rex, your cheeks warm.

“You gave us all quite a scare, there,” you murmured.

He stared at you with wide eyes, his face growing red. Panic jolted through your system. Was he choking?

“Rex? Are you alright?”

He blinked, shaking his head to himself as he hauled himself into a seated position.

“Yeah, General, I’m alright,”

His voice was rough and wavering, almost grating against his throat—from the saltwater, you assumed. You fell silent, focusing just a little too intently on his face.

Sensing that the imminent danger was over, chatter erupted from behind you.

“Some first kiss, eh, Cap’n?”

“Just like a fairy tale,” another trooper added on with a chuckle.

“Always thought you’d be the knight in shining armor, though—the General here dove after you before we even saw you fall,”

Blood rushed to your cheeks. You glanced at Rex out of the corner of your eye before quickly looking away.

“Fives, Hardcase, enough,” Rex grumbled. He made a move to stand up, rising shakily until you slung his arm over your shoulder in support. He stiffened for a moment at the contact before leaning into you slightly.

“Do you know where your medic is?” you questioned quietly.

Rex nodded over to his right. You ushered him through a few stumbling steps before the medic—Kix, you recognized—swooped under Rex’s other arm. Rex turned to you, his lips parting as he mulled over what exactly to say. His brows furrowed, and a new round of flush colored his skin.

“I—thank you, General,” he murmured. His eyes met yours for an instant, just before Kix pulled him toward the Kaminoan medbay.

***

You saw Rex again a few hours later.

A gentle knock sounded against the durasteel wall of your temporary quarters. With a wave of your hand, the door slid open effortlessly.

“Sir, I have your copy of the casualty reports,”

You turned around sharply. Your expression softened. Rex stood in your doorway, extending a stack of flimsi in your direction.

You took it with a quick nod of acknowledgement. Rex lingered in the doorway—you knew he could have easily asked a subordinate to deliver the reports, yet here he was. A wistful half-smile graced your lips—you were glad he came. You had missed him. You motioned for him to take a seat at the small table near the corner of your room, murmuring something about ‘old times’ sake’.

The two of you quickly fell into the routine you had established for yourselves when you worked alongside his unit—after a tough battle, you always seemed to end up together. At first, Rex tended to sit quietly alongside you. He wouldn’t offer much in terms of conversation, but his presence was always strangely comforting as you both silently mourned those you had lost that day. You weren’t quite sure when it happened, but eventually, the two of you began to share little fragments of your lives with each other. Your friendship grew stronger. Just before you were reassigned, you found yourself seeking him out daily—it was almost strange for you to admit just how reliant you had become on your conversations with the Captain.

Rex pulled out a chair and settled himself down.

You talked for an hour—you hadn’t seen him in months. Wartime seemed to stretch out the days until they felt endless, and you were both eager to hear how the other had spent their time. You explained your experiences in command of the 183rd, and Rex discussed his increasing responsibilities as Captain. He actively skirted any discussion of the day’s rather tense events.

“You did well today,” you offered. A couple of the men had quite generously filled you in on their Captain’s heroics after he was carted off by the medic. “I know it mustn’t have been easy, with your home planet in danger,”

“Thank you, but Kamino’s no home to us,” Rex responded. “It’s where my brothers are, and it was them I was protecting. Not Kamino. The Separatists threatened the one thing I had that’s worth defending—my family. It sure wasn’t easy, but it was a necessity,”

You nodded.

“I understand, in a way. I was taken from my parents when I was young, and the Order filled the void their absence left. We aren’t allowed partners or children, so the Order’s all I really have. If they were threatened, I suppose I’d put my life on the line for them, too,”

Rex propped an elbow up onto the table.

“What’s it like?”

You tilted your head in confusion.

“Having the Order as your family?” Rex clarified.

You smiled softly, memories both blissful and bittersweet flooding your mind.

“It’s different, I guess. The Council can be cold, sometimes, but the Order did its best to raise an honorable Jedi. I do my best to remember the lessons my master taught me. The temple was my home for a long time—though not so much anymore. What about you?”

Rex thought for a moment before chuckling to himself.

“The closest thing we clones have to a home is 79’s. Kamino’s got a lot of bad memories attached to it—the longnecks were indifferent to us at best, but most of ‘em just treated us like livestock. At least you feel human at 79’s,”

“What’s it like, there?” you questioned.

“Loud,” Rex grinned. He sobered after a moment, his gaze drifting as he lost himself in thought. “Civvies’ll show up from time to time—makes it feel a bit more normal—but they’re only ever there for the spectacle of it all. Most of ‘em are just there to find someone to spend the night with. I’ve never been able to…” Rex trailed off uncomfortably, directing heavy eye contact towards the back of his hands. “…but some of my vod will. They know they’re being used, so they use ‘em right back. For most of us, there’s no real chance of a family outside our brothers—the Republic’s made sure of that,” 

Disdain tinged Rex’s tone. It was rare for him to express anything other than loyalty to the Republic, but thinking back on the regulations preventing the clones from entering relationships, or having children, or even showing their faces to civilians while on duty, you couldn’t say you blamed him.

You hummed in acknowledgement.

“But it’s not always like that, is it? So meaningless?”

Rex shrugged.

“Most of the time, it is. I’ve only met one brother who’s been able to get out, to build a life and a family outside the GAR. I’m happy for him, sure, but I won’t lie and say it wasn’t hard to see that other path and still follow the one that we clones are meant to follow. I think it’s the hope that’s worst in the end—hoping this blasted war will end, hoping someone other than your vod and a handful of Jedi’ll understand that you’re human. Unless you’re really in the thick of it, unless you really see that we’re flesh and blood, you just don’t care,”

You nodded, reaching across the small table to hold one of Rex’s hands in your own. Your heart ached for him. His expression softened slightly as he looked down at his hand in yours.

“I’m sorry about my brothers, by the way. The teasing today was—”

“It’s alright, Rex. I did what I had to do,”

You instantly regretted your phrasing when Rex’s hand fell slightly slack between your own.

“You saved my life,” he murmured. “I can’t thank you enough,”

He squeezed your hand before gently resting it back on the table. He rose from his seat, glancing at the chrono on his wrist.

“It’s getting late—I should get back to the barracks,”

Your gaze lifted to trace the sturdy lines of his face. His eyes met yours, his expression indiscernible, and in an instant, something clicked. The absence of his hand in yours felt like the loss of a limb.

He took a step towards the door. You stood up from your seat.

“Rex, wait—just…” you trailed off, reaching forward to catch his hand lightly in yours.

A hand—your hand—rose to cup his cheek. His breathing slowed in response. Taking a cautious step forward, you leaned in just close enough to feel the warm exhale from his nose against your cheek. You paused. You would leave it to Rex to close the gap.

After a second that felt like an hour of hesitation, Rex’s lips met yours. Maker, he was soft—yet still steady in his movements. You loved him, you knew it in an instant. Little fragments of each other’s lives had never been enough—you needed him, in his entirety, in every sense of the word.

Just as your thumb traced the sharp line of Rex’s cheekbone—just as Rex realized that he was finally kissing you and you were kissing him back—he pulled away.

His brows knotted in confusion.

“You didn’t mean to—”

“I meant it,”

You realized your hand was still intertwined with Rex’s. You held it like a lifeline.

His eyes—oh, his eyes—glimmered like the flicker of a flame in the dim light of your quarters. He didn’t back away. In that instant, Rex knew that he’d remember this moment for the rest of his numbered days. You meant it.

As his lips met yours for the second time of many, Rex figured there were an awful lot of ways to build a home.

***

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