#almost like they want people to stop associating them together in a bad way | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

smuttyfantasyfics · 1 year

Text

Training You

Pairing / Dark!Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Innocent! Reader

Warnings / Grooming, Public Sex/Masturbation, Choking, Slight Somnophilia (Let me know if I missed something!!)

Bucky Barnes was not a good man, if people knew the thoughts he had about you they’d call him a monster. Maybe he was but he didn’t care, how could he when he was presented with you, so beautiful, so perfect. He knew he had to have you, it wasn’t a question of it but of when and how.

Marrying your mom was the easy part, he knew he was good looking, could charm anybody and your mom had always been soft on him anyway. He couldn’t have cared less about her but she had given him you, the greatest gift of them all.

It was easy to get you to trust him, so easy it was almost laughable but Bucky had a clear plan, one that ended with his cock buried in you until you were sobbing, begging for more, begging for less, a mess on his cock as he fucked you.

It started of innocently enough, he had to get you used to him first, it wasn’t like he could just come into your bedroom and shove his cock in you. No, he needed you to love him properly, to be so taken with him that you’d keep this a secret, that it would be seen as something special for you from him.

He started with some light touches here and there, soft caresses that wouldn’t be read into if seen by anyone else and you certainly wouldn’t think much of them but eventually you would come to associate Bucky with those soft touches. He’d let his fingers run across your face as he brushed some hair away for you, let his hand rest on the small of your back as you stood together, wrapped you in his arm on the sofa and let his fingers trail along your arm soothingly.

All innocent enough touches and god if Bucky didn’t love when you reciprocated them. When you would come up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, your head against his chest, when your hand found his as you walked together or the way your head fell onto his shoulder and you’d fall asleep against him.

It took everything in Bucky to control himself, to not pin you down then and there and have his way with you.

But he behaved himself. Enough so that he could start on the next part of his plan to get you to trust him, to associate all these warm feelings to him. Next he introduced kissing between the two of you. Nothing outrageous at first, just a simple peck to your forehead here, a press of his lips to your temple there. Nothing that could be seen as inappropriate. It was only when the two of you were alone that he tried his luck, nothing too bad but if you happened to mention it to your mom it would definitely raise an eyebrow. When it was just the two of you he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, not letting himself linger like he wanted to but he was glad that when he pulled away he could see a soft blush on your cheeks.

You never did say anything about that kiss though and Bucky couldn’t help the thrill of pleasure that ran through him. He let himself kiss you again a few more times, so close to your lips but forcing himself to stop before he closed the distance. The first time you turned towards him and placed a kiss to the corner of his lips it took all of Bucky’s self-control to stay relaxed.

It was months, long, agonising, tempting months of this but finally he got a small taste of what was to come. He timed it perfectly, your mom was out of the house and it was just you and Bucky. He could see when you had decided to kiss him, turning to face him and reaching up. Bucky waited until you were just about to touch him to turn his head, your lips connecting with his and Bucky’s cock jumped to attention, half hard already at the simplest touch.

You had pulled away like you’d been shocked, doe eyed and so damn innocent, apologises falling from your lips but Bucky just shook his head.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” He had assured you, reaching up and brushing a strand of your hair away from your face, his fingers trailing down to your cheek and cupping it softly.

“No it’s bad, I’m really sorry.” You repeated and Bucky had to bite his lip to stop a smirk taking over his face. God, you really were perfect.

“No, no it’s not bad, Y/N/N.” Bucky told you, watching confusion spread across your face and you looked up at him. “It’s not bad, it’s just a…special kiss.”

“A special kiss?” You asked, confusion contorting into a wide smile and Bucky knew he had you, you weren’t ready for anything more, not by a long shot but he’d known he could get this small thing from you.

“Oh yeah, lots of daddies have special kisses with their girls.” Bucky told you, keeping his tone light and casual like he was talking about the weather or some story on the news when really he was barely keeping himself from forcing you onto your knees and shoving his cock down your throat. “Only daddies and their girl know about it otherwise it wouldn’t be special, right?”

“Right!” You nodded, smile widening and Bucky let a smile spread across his face, his thumb brushing across your cheek bone. “Can we have a special kiss? I promise I won’t tell.”

And Bucky believed it, he could see it all over your face, how excited, how eager you were to please him, to have a special kiss with him.

Fuck Bucky was going to cum hard tonight…too bad he’d have to make do with your mom and not you.

“Course we can, Y/N/N.” Bucky said and he watched as you immediately leaned back up to meet his lips.

God you were perfect. He let you take control at first, barely holding back a moan when your lips brushed with his again but this time you didn’t pull away, you kept them there, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Bucky lasted only a few moments before he moved his lips against yours, keeping the kiss soft but making it last longer, smiling when your lips moved with his.

It went on for months like that, with Bucky savouring every sweet kiss you gave him, the memories of those kisses keeping him occupied every night. They grew longer and deeper as you became more and more comfortable with them and Bucky was impressed with his own self-control, even if he did have to walk around with a half hard cock for the rest of the day.

Eventually though he needed more, it was like a compulsion, he had to have you but he knew he had to play it right, one wrong move and you would get scared and he’d risk losing you. Not that he’d let anyone take you from him of course, if anyone tried they’d be dead before they hit the ground.

The next part was getting you used to more touches, not the innocent ones from earlier, no this time he needed to feel you. It started when the two of you were alone on the sofa together, Bucky hadn’t planned to do it now, your mom was in the house still but you were so tempting, he just couldn’t resist.

He kept an ear out for your mom, still hearing her upstairs with the shower running. Bucky didn’t know how long he had so he turned to you, smiling when you automatically faced him and your eyes fell to his lips. Bucky wasted no time leaning over and kissing you, keeping the kiss slow, almost lazy like he wasn’t thinking of how his fingers would feel inside you.

“We can’t!” You gasped, eyes darting to the door and Bucky smiled, he had you so well trained already and he’d barely done anything.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Mom’s not here, we can have our secret kisses.” He told you, bringing his voice down to a whisper causing you to giggle but you nodded, trusting his word and let yourself be pulled back into a kiss.

His hand that he placed on your cheek trailed downwards until it cupped your neck, Bucky smiling as you leaned into the touch. He let his hand stay that for a few moments before he moved it again, slowly, not rushing as he let you feel every movement.

His hand fell from your neck, trailing down lower and lower until it brushed against your clothed chest. The little gasp you let out against his lip was like fucking drugs and Bucky was hooked just like that, he had to hear that noise again. Bucky shifted his hand before he smoothed it against your clothed tit, drawing another gasp from you but this time you pulled away to look at him with those wide, innocent eyes.

“S’okay, Y/N.” Bucky murmured, his hand still just resting against you though he longed to cup and squeeze, pinch and nip at the smooth skin hidden from him. “Just another part of our special kiss. You like it?”

Bucky watched you nod with a sort of dazed look on your face, glancing from him down to your chest where his hand lay and Bucky hoped he hadn’t screwed this up.

“Like it, feels good.” You told him and Bucky let himself relax, he knew what he was doing, there was no reason to doubt himself.

Your tone had gone breathy and Bucky felt his cock twitch in anticipation but he didn’t focus on that, not when you were being so perfect for him.

“Yeah, it feels good?” He asked and you nodded again. “That’s how our special kisses are supposed to feel, they make you feel all good and warm inside.”

Bucky watched as you nodded again, a smile pulling at your lips before you looked away from his hand and back at him, leaning in again and pressing your lips together. This time Bucky couldn’t stop the small groan that escaped him, not when his fingers twitched and he cupped your tit in his hand, not when you let out the softest little moan he’d ever heard in his life.

The noise was enough, the feeling of your tit in his hand and your lips against his was enough that he could feel pre-cum soaking his boxers. He felt like he could cum in his pants like this alone but forced himself to relax.

Instead he focused on kneading your breast in his hand, drawing quiet, breathy moans from you. It wasn’t until he let his fingers nearly pull away, going only far enough to find your nipple did you pull away, he pinched the soft bud between his fingers and you pulled away, your head tilting to the side and exposing your neck, forcing Bucky to stay still and not bury himself against you.

“That feel good, baby?” Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle as you nodded, seeming to have to force your eyes open, half lidded as you looked at him. He heard footsteps on the stairs and cursed himself for becoming so occupied with you that he stopped listening for your mom.

You seemed to hear her at the same time because you looked at Bucky with wider eyes before smiling at him, lifting your finger to your mouth in a silent shush motion. Bucky couldn’t help but grin at you, his earlier thoughts of how well he had you trained showing clear as day.

He’d never done anything with you in front of your mom, no kisses, no touches like this. He had to admit he had been interested to see how you’d react but this was better than anything he could have imagined, especially when you shifted and cuddled into his chest, turning your attention to the TV just as your mom walked in, the woman smiling at the sight.

It made it so much better, knowing he was getting away with it right under her nose, her in the next room whilst he kissed and played with her daughter, not a single suspicion raised and you, you so eager to keep it a secret, so wrapped around him that he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was burying himself in that tight, untouched pussy.

God, he was drenching his boxers, so much pre-cum spilling out of him, his cock desperate for you. As the three of you sat in the living Bucky couldn’t stop himself, it was risky, your mom was sat on the armchair next to you, if she turned her head she had a clear view of the pair of you, but he couldn't help himself and gently let his fingers reach out until they brushed across your tit again.

He felt you jump at the touch but thankfully you managed to stay quiet and your mom kept her gaze on the TV. He just let his fingers lazily trail across your tit at first until he stopped at your nipple again, pinching softly at the bud and pulling it up as he rolled it around his fingers. He felt you shudder against him, your head digging into his chest before it rolled to look at him and he could see your wide eyes gazing up at him.

Bucky just smiled down at you before pursing his lips to tell you to keep quiet and you smiled, seemingly thinking it was a game for just the two of you and Bucky was so close to bursting. His fingers dropped your nipple and cupped your tit again, kneading it around as you shifted and he could see the way you were biting your lip to keep quiet.

Fuck, you really were so good for him.

His hand left your breast, his fingers light and soft as they trailed downwards, not going as far as he would have liked but they lightly danced down your stomach before finding their way back to your tits and down again. Bucky grinned as you started fidgeting even more before turning your head fully into his chest and nuzzling against it.

Your mom chose that moment to turn to face you, the shifting finally catching her attention. Bucky moved his hand just in time and smiled softly at her, glancing down at you and seeing you had your eyes closed.

“She fell asleep,” He murmured and watched her smile as he shifted you until he was able to pick you up. “I’ll take her to bed.”

Your mom nodded and thanked Bucky, watching the two of you leave. Bucky carried you up the stairs and placed you on the bed, tucking the covers around you as you watched him.

“Good girl keeping it our secret.” Bucky praised and watched as you smiled at him. “You feel good, baby?”

“Feels funny.” You murmured tiredly and Bucky had to stop himself from grinning.

“Funny?” He asked instead, watching as you nodded and shifted closer to him, humming as you did.

“Uh-huh, in my stomach.” You told him and he couldn’t stop his lips twitching upwards but kept them in a soft smile.

“That’s good, sweetheart, means the special kisses are doing their job making you feel good.” Bucky assured you and you looked up at him with so much trust he felt another dribble of pre-cum escape him.

“Love you.” You told him softly, tilting your head up and puckering your lips expectantly and who was Bucky to deny you a soft goodnight kiss.

When he closed your door he let his head hit the back of it and couldn’t stop himself from slipping a hand into his sweatpants, groaning when his fist closed around his soaked cock. He bit his lips and gave himself a few tugs before he forced himself to move, heading downstairs, knowing he needed more than his hand tonight.

It wasn’t long before he was back upstairs, his cock buried in your mom as he slammed in and out of her at a brutal pace, cumming harder than he could ever remember cumming, his thoughts not on the woman in his bed, she was nothing more than a hole for him to use until he had you where he needed you. His thoughts were filled with soft, deep kisses, the feeling of your tits and those delicious sounds you made.

It was so easy to get you used to his touch along your tits, he let that last for a couple of months before he needed more. The next part was the part he was dreaming about, finally getting to touch that little pussy. He knew he had you in a place where you thought this was normal, that this was what happened between daddies and their girls, he knew he could touch you all over and you’d keep quiet.

He waited until your mom was out of the house this time, knowing how much you struggled keeping quiet when he played with your tits, there was no way you’d be silent for this, though the thought of him toying with your pussy in front of your mom without her knowing did send a wave of dark pleasure through him.

The two of you were on your bed together, you had called Bucky in to show him something and it had evolved into kisses and him kneading your breasts. He waited until you pulled away from the kiss, settling yourself against his chest whilst he played with you before he made his move, he wanted your full attention to be on his fingers.

His fingers trailing down your clothed stomach was something you were used to so you didn’t think anything of it when Bucky’s fingers went down towards your belly button but you did notice when they slipped lower than usual.

Before you could say anything though you let out a soft squeak as Bucky’s fingers grazed down the front of your pussy. Your head shot up to look at him but Bucky just smiled at you and let his fingers trail back up, stopping at your clothed clit and letting his fingertips trace circles around the bud.

He watched as any words on your tongue dried up and instead you let out a soft, whining moan, looking up at him with wide, confused eyes as warmth spread across your lower half. He smirked to himself as your eyes fell closed with each circled rub and your lips parted, more soft whimpers escaping you as he alternated between trailing his fingers up and down and rubbing circles against you.

He tried to keep his touch soft and light, he really did but fuck if those noises weren’t doing everything for him. Unconsciously he found his fingers picking up the pace, the noises escaping you coming out faster and louder and Bucky greedily drank them in.

“Does that feel so good, baby?” Bucky asked and you let out a breathy moan, hips bucking unconsciously up into his touch and he couldn’t stop the soft groan that left him, his cock hard and straining against his jeans.

“Uh-huh, it feels really good.” You told him, trailing off into a mess of moans and Bucky wanted to touch you, he wanted to feel your clit against his fingers, wanted his fingers to slip across your hole, maybe accidentally sliding in just a little bit.

And so he didn’t stop himself. He knew you were so blindingly trusting of him by now that you wouldn’t tell anyone, hell he knew you were ready for him to fuck you and would keep your mouth shut but he wasn’t going to push it.

He did need to touch you though, desperately.

His fingers left your pussy causing you to let out a loud whine, pouting up at him but Bucky didn’t waste any time. His hand coming up to the top of your pyjama shorts and slipping past the waistband of those and your underwear.

This time he couldn’t help but moan when his fingers grazed your pussy, trailing down and feeling how wet you were for him already. At the same time Bucky moaned your breath hitched before you let out a gasped moan, looking at Bucky with wide, doe eyes and it took all his strength not to force his fingers into your hole, to fuck you silly on them until you were a crying mess.

With a deep breath he managed to control himself and let his fingers play with your pussy softly, circling your clit and drawing more and more gasps and moans from you, your head buried in Bucky’s chest as you hand gripped his shirt.

He sped his fingers up, smirking to himself at how far gone you were already and he had barely even touched you, this was just a taste of how good he could make you feel but he wouldn’t push it yet, he’d get you used to it until you were begging for more.

“That’s it, baby girl.” Bucky praised as his fingers trailed down to feel how wet you were and god you were soaking, “let Daddy make you feel good.”

“Please Daddy.” You whimpered and Bucky moaned, throwing his head back as he forced himself to not cum in his pants because fuck if that didn’t feel good.

“Daddy’s got you, sweetheart.” Bucky murmured and he could see you were ready to cum, so he increased the pressure, grinning when you let out a strangled moan and pressed down into him.

It didn’t take long before you were throwing your own head back, letting Bucky see your face as you came apart on his hand. You were beautiful like this, lips parted as you cried out, eyes scrunched shut in pleasure.

Bucky continued to work your oversensitive pussy until you were whimpering and burying yourself back into his chest. When he finally pulled his fingers off you he couldn’t help but gather some of you cum onto his fingers, sneaking a taste of you as you hid in his chest, groaning at the sweet taste.

And if Bucky left the room not long after with a wet patch on his jeans then nobody else had to know.

Bucky felt like he was losing his mind waiting and getting you ready, it had only been a month or so since he started playing with your pussy, slowly introducing more and more, slipping his fingers inside you and groaning about how tight you felt around him. It was exhilarating and he was impressed with his own patience, impressed by how well he had managed to not snap.

But Bucky was only a man and when your mom suggested the three of you go out for dinner tonight and you came downstairs wearing that little black skirt he felt all his self-control slip away. He was desperate, he needed to have his hands on you and it was killing him to have to keep his fingers to himself.

In the restaurant you took the seat next to Bucky with your mom sitting opposite the pair of you, chatting away oblivious to Bucky’s thoughts of wanting to be buried in her daughter. Bucky sat back in his chair and couldn’t stop his gaze straying to you, god you were stunning.

His eyes drifted lower and he had to take a deep breath when he saw the skirt you were wearing riding up slightly. He glanced away but his thoughts were wild with images of you squirming and whimpering as he played with your pussy.

He knew he shouldn't, he knew it was risky but he couldn’t help himself, he was so desperate to touch you that he couldn’t control himself. He looked over at your mom, still prattling on and so stupidly oblivious before his hand slipped discreetly onto your thigh.

Bucky didn’t look over at you when your head shot over to him, just continued to nod and smile in the right places as his thumb brushed up and down your inner thigh, squeezing the skin lightly until you relaxed again.

Then his hand slipped higher up until his palm cupped your pussy, his thumb stroking against your clothed clit as his fingers shifted against your hole. Again your head snapped back to him and he could feel your breathing hitch but he showed no signs of seeing you, just continued to stroke at your pussy.

He couldn’t stop himself from smirking as you shifted in your seat and brought your elbow onto the table, your palm coming up to rest on your cheek and covering your mouth as you desperately tried to hold back whimpers.

You tried staying still but you couldn’t stop your hips from moving, trying to get closer to Bucky whilst not showing any signs that something was happening under the table. Bucky was in heaven, here you were in front of your mom, in public, letting Bucky play with you because you trusted him so much, because you were so ridiculously well trained that he knew he could do anything he wanted and you’d go along with it.

Bucky couldn’t stop his smirk pulling wider when the waiter came to take your orders and you stuttered your way through your answer, your mom asking if you were ok afterwards and you clenched your thighs together as you nodded.

He could tell you were getting close now, he knew it had to be killing you to stay silent. You were always so vocal, he loved that you never hid your pleasure from him, never stopped the cries and whimpers escaping you. It was intoxicating but this was doing just as much for him, watching your cheeks flush, seeing your palm digging into your mouth to stay quiet, feeling your hand tighten against his wrist as his fingers worked you over the edge, it was beautiful.

When you came you couldn’t stop the breathy moan that escaped you, head tilting to the side slightly towards Bucky and your eyes slipped closed. Your mom raised an eyebrow at you and asked if you were sure you were ok and Bucky just about held a chuckle in when you nodded after a few moments, struggling to keep your breathing under control before Bucky let his hand pull away from you.

“I, uh, I don’t feel too good.” You choked out and your mom’s expression shifted into one of concern whilst Bucky hid a smirk. “I’m just, um, restroom. I need to use the restroom.”

Bucky watched you stand, pulling your skirt down as you did and his eyes immediately fell to your ass as you walked away to clean yourself off your cum.

“I hope she’s ok, she looked a bit flushed.” Your mom said, turning to look at Bucky who nodded and brought his hand to his face, scrubbing it across his stubble and letting his fingers drag across his lips, letting his tongue poke out enough to taste you on himself.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Bucky assured and tried not to groan at the sweet taste of you.

It wasn’t much longer after that that Bucky made his mind up. It had been so long, so much time invested into making sure you trusted him, into getting you to associate anything sexual with him. It had been so long and Bucky was aching for it. He was rubbing himself sore with how often he had to take himself into his fist, thoughts of your little moans as you came too much for him to ignore.

He waited until the house was empty for the weekend, your mom out of town on some business trip that Bucky hadn’t bothered to listen to. In all honesty the second she told him she’d be gone he stopped listening all together, his thoughts already on his cock stretching you out.

Bucky had waited so long for this, so damn long. He couldn’t even wait a full hour after your mom had left before he was opening the door to your room and making his way over to your bed.

It was still early, the sun not long having risen and you were still asleep when he climbed onto your bed, his lips pressing soft kisses to your neck. He couldn’t help but smile at the sleepy whine that left you even as you tilted your head to the side to make room for him.

Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle against your neck before he slipped lower, mouthing at your clothed tit. He didn’t waste any time lifting you shift enough to wrap his mouth around your nipple, groaning as he sucked it greedily into his mouth, feeling you shift and push up into him.

His other hand came up to knead at your other tit, you moaning and whimpering and fuck even when you were asleep you were so responsive to him.

He finally managed to pull himself off your tits, smirking at the whine that left your lips before he trailed kisses down your stomach, stopping at the top of your pants.

He’d never gotten to taste you before, not properly, not like this and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hard already, so desperate for it. He’d be so patient, he deserved to take everything from you.

He was able to pull your pants and underwear down in one quick motion, groaning when he saw the wetness already staining your underwear. God you were so perfect for him, he really had trained you well.

Bucky wasted no time aligning his face with your pussy, pausing only to place a soft kiss to your inner thigh before he dove in.

He felt you wake with a gasp, your thighs closing around his head but his hands were pushing them wide apart, spreading you open as he licked and sucked at your pussy.

“Bucky!” You choked, “mhm, wh-what, oh, what are you-“ you tried to ask but cut yourself off with a strangled moan.

Bucky didn’t bother to pull away to answer you, he had waited too long for this and now that he had a taste he was hooked, eating you out like a man starved. Your whines and whimpers were only pushing him further, he needed more from you, he needed you crying and begging whilst he ruined you, whilst he took your innocence away, knowing that you were trained so well, loved him so much that you wouldn’t tell a soul.

Bucky could feel when you were about to cum, the change in your breathing, the way your pussy clenched around him. It took all his effort but he managed to pull away from you, a cry of displeasure leaving your lips because you were so close to that good feeling only Bucky could make you feel.

“Daddy’s got you, baby girl.” Bucky murmured, shifting up the bed to press a messy kiss to your lips, groaning as he shoved his tongue into your mouth.

Bucky had positioned himself in between your legs and gave a roll of his hips as he kissed you, rocking his cock against you and hearing you let out a confused whine. He couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss before pulling away, seeing those wide eyes focused on him.

“Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart.” Bucky told you, thumb brushing against your lips, moaning as he pushed it into your mouth and you automatically sucked on it.

He moved away and pulled his shirt off, watching as your eyes widened even more, confused and yet still taking him all in. Then he moved to pull his pants down, dragging his underwear off too and keeping his eyes on you.

“It’s alright Y/N, you trust Daddy, don’t you?” And god if the nod he immediately received didn’t send a wave of pleasure through his cock. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you, you’re gonna let Daddy play with you, huh, make you feel real good?”

A swarm of emotions was clear on your face, confusion being the main one but Bucky was over the moon to see that there was no hesitancy, no fear. He’d trained you so fucking well, it’d be no time before you were nothing but a needy set of holes letting him use you however he wanted.

“That’s my girl.” Bucky praised when you nodded again, a smile pulling at your lips.

Bucky couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he tried to be gentle he really did but once his head lined up with your hole he couldn’t help but push himself halfway in in one deep thrust, relishing in the pained sobbed that escaped you.

“It’s alright Y/N/N, it’s gonna feel so good, Daddy always makes his baby feel good, right?” Bucky managed to ask once he’d got through the wave of pleasure that hit him because you were so fucking tight and he could feel you clenching around him.

“Always Daddy.” You answered and he couldn’t help himself, hearing you call him Daddy sent him over and he slammed the rest of the way into you, seeing the tears that had formed in your eyes leak over and onto your cheeks.

“So pretty for me baby.” Bucky praised, looking down at your closed eyes and the tears making their way down your face, your mouth parted slightly as you panted for air.

Bucky’s hand came up to your chin, thumb trailing along your lower lip before he let it wander lower, wrapping gently around your throat and watching your eyes fly open when he applied the smallest bit of pressure.

“Shhh, it’s alright baby, trust Daddy.” Bucky told you and you stared at him for only a second before nodding.

Just as he felt you relaxing he started moving inside you, he somehow managed to keep his thrusts soft and slow at first, the pace and the tight heat of your pussy driving him crazy. At some point your sobs of pain turned into cries of pleasure as tears still leaked over your eyes.

Bucky started to increase the speed of his thrusts, pulling right out of you only to slam deep back into you and your cries and whimpers were music to his ears. It was so much better than he could have thought, all this time fantasising what you would feel like and god the real thing was so much more than he could have hoped for.

As he picked up his pace he applied more pressure around your neck, watching as a moan got stuck in your throat as he pressed you into the bed. Your eyes widened for only a moment before you relaxed, looking at him with the most trusting, adoring look he had ever seen and it was all he could do to not bury his load in you then and there.

But he was close, the pretty picture you made, a fucking beautiful mess of tears as his cock stretched out your tight, little hole, lips parted as he choked you. He couldn’t stop himself from hammering into you, small little whimpers managing to escape you that went right to his dick.

He could feel you were about to cum all over his cock so he tightened his grip on your throat even more and watched seconds later as you threw your head back as best you could in his hold and he could feel you clenching around him as you came with a soundless moan.

Bucky lasted for only a few more thrusts before he was burying himself as far into your tight pussy as he could, feeling himself cum deep inside of you, the thought of him filling you up full of his cum causing his hips to buck impossibly further into you.

Bucky stayed buried in you, his grip on your neck even tighter as he focused on his own pleasure, you nothing more than a hole to him right now and it wasn’t until you managed to let out a choke noise that he turned his attention back to you.

You were always, even still, overwhelmed whenever you came but with the added pressure of his fingers around your neck and his cock you were out of it, completely dazed and eyes unfocused. Bucky couldn’t resist squeezing your neck one last time, savouring the choked cry that left you before he finally let up and let you breathe.

The second his hand was off you, you were panting, head falling to the side and lips parted. You were fucking ruined and Bucky loved it. He loved it even more when he pulled out of you and you let out a whine, he loved watching the mix of your cum and his trailing out of your hole, smirking when he saw a trail of blood too, knowing that he hadn’t tried to hold back once he started.

Fuck, you were a mess. He knew he could shove his cock right back in you and you’d just lay there and take it, mind so far gone on his cock. It was intoxicating, finally seeing all his time and effort paying off, finally knowing how your tight, little pussy felt around his thick cock.

He knew he could make the most of this weekend, knew it wouldn’t take much to turn you into nothing but his mindless, cock hungry slut. He’d only fucked you once and you were already so far gone.

So yes, people might have called Bucky Barnes a monster but if they could feel the things he felt, felt how good your virgin hole felt stretched around him, if they knew how well trained you were, they would praise him for how well he had done with you. He had you right where he wanted you, thinking he was the sweet, loving, caring step dad who only wanted to make you feel good rather than the step dad who wanted you so dumb on his cock that you’d give him anything he wanted.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines #dark bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes imagine #stepdad!bucky #stepdad!bucky x reader #step dad bucky x reader #stepdadbucky x reader #marvel x reader #dark marvel x reader

2K notes · View notes

ssentimentals · 1 year

Text

change your mind {hong jisoo}

pairing: joshua x fem!reader

prompt: 'oh, darling, you have never been spoiled, have you?'

warnings and general tags: nsfw, smut (minors dni! please), teasing, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), praise, body worship, only consensual sex in this blog; featuring gentle and loving joshua and you know me guys, pov switches here from his to yours cause constant narrative is not for me

'all boys are the same.'

these words rang in joshua's head as he drove you home. you said that during monopoly game, amidst playful banter between you and soonyoung; no one paid attention to those words but he did. the bitterness of your tone did not go unnoticed by him and he needed to know the reason. your relationships with him had a rocky start but first month passed by seemingly good and joshua was happy. but were you?

'wanna stay the night?' you asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. 'it'll be easier, your dorm is too far from here.'

joshua swiftly parked the car, nodding. evening at your friend's house went great and he didn't want to ruin that atmosphere with his uneasy questions, but he knew he'd grow anxious if he won't ask. 'can i ask you something? it's about what you said during the monopoly.'

he followed you to your house, smiling at the way you instantly move to the kitchen to make him his favorite tea. 'is this about all boys being the same?' you asked and chuckled at his surprised face. 'i noticed how you tensed up after that one.'

joshua listened closely to your previous experiences and tried not to let it show how angry it made him. he didn't blame you for thinking that all boys are the same, because hell, if he dated some of those douchebags he'd probably think the same too. his heart ached for your troublesome experiences and yet he felt so grateful for the way you opened up, how you decided to take a chance on him. he took your hands in his, giving them light squeeze. he only wished he could erase all those bad thoughts and let you see that he is different.

like reading his mind, you whispered: 'i know you are not them, shua. i know you are different, that's why we are together now.'

'and it makes me so happy.' it was important for him to say this, to let you know this. your small smile for an answer made him braver: 'i'll show you how different it can be, all of it.'

'all of it?' you asked teasingly, leaning closer. it was meant to be a joke but his breath hitched. 'everything?'

'everything.' his words felt like promise on his tongue. 'if you let me.'

your eyes softened and he leaned in, pecking your lips lightly. 'i-' you stopped and gulped. joshua waited patiently for you to continue. 'i trust you. and i'd let you cause you'd never hurt me.'

your faith in him squeezed at his heart painfully. 'never,' he agreed readily, because that is out of the question. he'd hurt himself instead but never you. 'let me take you to bed.'

'how official,' you giggled but then turned serious. 'gonna make love to me tonight?'

'adoringly and with consent.'

your laugh filled his heart with happiness that he learned to associate with you - no one else made him feel this way. you two haven't went beyond simple make-outs and he was excited to take it all to the next level. deep inside he was angry as the way other people made you fell - how could they? how could they think only about themselves? how could they lose their chance to be with you and make you feel good? well, he was not planning on repeating their mistakes. when he kissed you all over and gently laid you on the bed, he felt his hands trembling a bit at the fondness in your gaze. i trust you. your words ringed in his ears as he undressed you without a hurry, peppering kisses on each revealed portion of your skin.

'tickles,' you murmured when he reached your sides and joshua smiled. 'i'm almost naked, aren't you going to take off your clothes too?'

'later,' joshua promised, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. 'you first.'

and he had meant it. your pleasure came first and foremost and when you gasped in surprise, when he kneeled, he knew he was moving in a right direction. 'gonna take my time with you,' he whispered, caressing gentle skin of your inner thighs. 'will worship you the way you deserve.'

his kisses moved form your knee to your hip and then went down to the inner thigh, making you quiver with anticipation. his hot breath over your core sent electricity running down your whole body, tension coiling at the pit of your stomach. you almost wanted to joke about him being so laser focused but then all thoughts rushed out of your head, when he leaned in and licked a fat stripe from down to the center, rendering you speechless. your knees turned in on their own and joshua hummed in agreement like getting cages between your thighs was absolutely fine by him. enthralled by your response, he began enthusiastically eating you out. a man on a mission, joshua did not let you a second of rest - he dove in, slurping noises so loud that tips of ears burned in shame. your hand covered your mouth but joshua didn't agree with it: he blindly reached out for your elbow and pulled. 'let me hear you, dear.'

you blinked at his hoarse voice, looking down. chin glistening with your juices, joshua stared at you with dilated pupils, hunger evident on his face. this never happened to you. joshua looked like there's no other place he'd rather be right now and no one ever paid this amount of attention to - 'how do you like it?' his question caught you by surprise. 'you can ride my face if you want.'

everything inside you turned upside down. you squeaked at this idea and shook your head, not being ready. joshua smiled reassuringly and leaned in to kiss your navel. 'no worries, we won't do anything you don't want to.' he looked down, smiling. 'so wet for me. are you close? do you want to come?'

'yes.' your voice sounded so high-pitched that you grimaced. fire at the bottom of your stomach burned so intensely, you weren't sure you'd hold on for any longer. 'please,' you added as an afterthought.

that made joshua's smile turn into a smirk. 'such a polite princess i have, how lucky i am.' noticing twitch in your body, his smirk only grew. 'you like being called princess?'

shame coursed through your body but you couldn't deny it; you were sure your whole face was red but joshua only cooed lovingly at you and dived back in with 'then my princess will come.' gripping the sheets, you moaned loudly at joshua doubling his efforts. his tongue circled your sensitive and swollen nub, sucked on it until you started to move away, not bearing this clash of sensations. he held on your hips, not letting you move and sucked harder, groaning when you tried to push your thighs together, coming with his name on your lips. with a loud exhale, you melt into the bed, breathing heavily. you felt joshua moving but couldn't move, only reacting when his face appeared above yours. he stared at you lovingly, moving hair out of your forehead.

'that was amazing,' you breathed out sincerely.

he smiled. 'that was only the start, sweetheart.' at your widened eyes, he frowned. 'you want to stop?'

'no, i just-' you gulped with your dry throat. 'i thought that you know, now we'll just-' you made vague gesture with your hand.

joshua's face broke into a pity. 'oh, darling, you have never been spoiled, have you?' at the lack of your answer, joshua leaned in, rubbing your noses together. 'let me take care of you.'

his fingers danced on your skin until he reached your clit, smiling at your sharp intake of breath. he stared at you like you are one of the wonders in this world, like unraveling you is an honor. 'you are so beautiful,' he whispered, slowly entering one finger in. your back arched instinctively and he placed a kiss on your forehead. 'so gorgeous.' he moved down, leaving open mouth kisses on your neck and collarbones, all while experimentally moving his finger in and out. 'so lovely.' his lips closed around your nipple and you gripped his hair, moaning. he continued assaulting your breast and added second finger in, scissoring them inside. all of your sense came alive, body sensitive after the first time. realizing that joshua liked you being vocal, you started to moan shamelessly, moving your hips a little to match his movements. head clouded with arousal, you barely registered his whispers, his words of devotion and appreciation spoken into your skin in hopes to tattoo them there forever. joshua moved to another breast and you tugged at his hair, when he added third finger. tension inside your body was about to snap and you wanted to warn him but instead what came out from your mouth was a loud shout as you came for the second time. joshua didn't stop his fingers and rode your through your orgasm, smirking at the aftershocks, your body twitching in his hands.

'you did so good,' he praised, lightly slapping your swollen clit. 'took my fingers so well, love, just like i knew you would.'

'you..' you gasped, opening your eyes forcefully. 'you thought of this?'

'you have no idea how often,' he confessed, staring into your eyes so you could see that he's being honest. 'and dreams fade in comparison to reality.'

sweaty and tired, you looked up at him, unable to believe that you managed to score someone like that after all of your failures. maybe this was universe's way of making it up to you? 'this is unreal,' you murmured, unafraid of sounding weird.

joshua's smirk faded into a gentle smile. 'it is.' he slowly inserted two fingers inside you again. 'you are such a dream.'

he moved and only then you felt his hardness; you gasped and wanted to address this but joshua shushed with you a kiss. without a word he moved you to the lay on your side, plastering himself to your back and lifting your leg a little. 'it won't hurt at all,' he reassured, guiding the tip inside of you. 'right, princess? you are all relaxed and wet, all ready for me, right?'

those words made you unclench and you melted on his chest, nodding eagerly. you were tired and sated but desire to feel joshua inside you overpowered all of it. 'please,' you repeated again and joshua groaned lightly, tucking his face in your neck. 'please, shua.'

instead of answering he slowly filled you up to the brim, moaning with you at the feeling. you clenched around him, hissing at him bucking his hips instinctively. you moved, delirious on the sensations of finally having him inside. it felt too good to be true, your eyes rolled back to your head when he moved his hips experimentally. your loud moan startled even you and joshua chuckled into ear, gripping your leg tighter. 'that good, darling?'

you didn't reply. your mouth opened in a soundless moan as he started to move, short thrusts targeted right at driving you insane. his lips on your neck sucked little bruises and you obeyed when he ordered you tot ouch yourself. circling your clit, you kept moaning his name at every single one of his thrusts, spurring him on. lost in a haze of pleasure, you didn't register his curse words or the way he angled your body for a better access - he used your body the way he wanted and you were absolutely okay with it. whispering sweet nothings into your ear, joshua's hips did a wonderful job of bringing yo to the edge alarmingly fast. you jolted with each thrust, fingers fastening their pace at your clit - 'josh,' you called, whimpering. 'josh, i'm- too much, i'm gonna-'

'clench around me,' he asked and you quickly did so, making him groan. 'that's it, doll, keep doing that.'

wanting to be good for him, you continued to clench, bringing your orgasm closer and closer. when joshua's pace turned erratic you wailed, coming undone and trashing a little in his hold. he held you tight and came after few more thrusts, slipping out of you and spoiling the sheets. trembling, you moved fully to the side, sighing at joshua's kisses all over your back. 'you did so good, darling.' he praised, caressing your body. 'want to go to the shower or-'

'if you think i am capable of moving then you're underestimating yourself,' you cut him off, knowing he is smiling without having to look at him. 'i can barely feel my legs.'

'but that's good, right?' he leaned over you, making you look up.

there was an unhidden worry in his gaze that tugged at your heartstrings. there was no one like him, you knew. and he was nothing like all other boys. no one will compare - that you also knew. 'very good,' you confirmed, smiling at his sigh of relief.

'let me hold you.' he moved and opened his arms, content when you cuddle to him. 'let's stay like that for a minute.'

'let's stay like that for much longer than a minute,' you argued, making him chuckle.

'forever?' he asked and you blushed, hiding your face in his chest. 'what? sounds good to me.'

for me too, you thought but didn't say it out loud. for me too.

a/n: two months of talking and it's finally here, i want to thank my persistent anxiety for not letting me leave something in my drafts unfinished :') let me know what you thought of this one! - nini

my tag list: @smalliechelle @woozionascooter @jaetaimjadore @yeow6n @pearlygraysky @a-wandering-stay (let me know if you want to be added!)

link to my other works: here

#joshua hong #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #joshua smut #hong jisoo x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen joshua #seventeen fluff #hong jisoo smut #joshua x reader #seventeen jisoo #seventeen joshua hong #svt x reader #svt imagine #the way i DIED when i wrote some of the lines in this one :')#i finally did it guys can i please receive some flowers in my inbox for this #me: starts to write smut #also me: ends up making it fluffy

2K notes · View notes

eluxcastar · 18 days

Text

The One and Only

── ୨୧：arlecchino x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: a collection of moments from Arlecchino's recollections of the former Harbinger

୨୧﹑genre :: Idk actually

୨୧﹑content :: fem reader, reader is a harbinger, not proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 2.8k

threw this together on a whim because I missed these two I realised it's been like nine months since I wrote one of repetition I was like I wanna play around with these people in their dynamic. you don't have to necessarily have read one of repetition for it to make sense I don't think but I have a bad habit of assuming people know things they don't so take that with a grain of salt

one of repetition

Snezhnaya has never been immune to the curse of rumours that run rampant among its people. Some spread like wildfire and others die out before they gain enough traction to matter. When they somehow manage to make their way to the House of the Hearth, it matters—Mother is liable to find out, and that's when it's revealed whether or not she spread them herself.

There have never been more rumours about anyone but the first Harbinger. Arlecchino realised that when she was young.

They tell the daring tales of a tyrant decorated in well-worn armour able to bring the nation to its knees at their feet with nothing more than a pyro vision and a claymore.

Many of the kids at the House share the same sentiment. Brighella is terrifying, and though they'd like their approval, they never want to meet them. The few who have met them say they're weird.

Supposedly the child of the Tsaritsa, you have been tainted by the ever-waining loveless God of Snezhnaya and become little more than a heartless warmonger seeking absolution. You have not even removed your helmet in three centuries nor shown your face. You are fussy, childish, impulsive and arrogant like your whole reign of tyranny is a giant temper tantrum, and you'll only stop once you've realised the nation that has been dwindling ever so gradually will one day be reduced to a wasteland.

Maybe then, the ashes left behind by the fire you let tear apart this icy world will be your single lesson.

Arlecchino meets you for the first time at the celebrations for her ascendance to her Mother's position. Every Harbinger gathers at the behest of the Tsaritsa, an important event demanding their presence. All nine others and the Director are called to return, and along with them, you appear clad in armour, even on a formal occasion. You are feared, yes, but undoubtedly lavished in praise and feigned respect meant only to appease you. People seek to impress you because you are the first, an immortal Harbinger with the nation under their thumb.

Though foolish, she finds she cannot help but be swept up in the glory of it all, the appeal of having a warmonger's approval if only because it feels like the only good sign she'd ever get. Her ascendence is not born of admiration, merely convenience, a way to escape her Father and gain power. She is young and inexperienced and fills the shoes of her Mother with the grace of a newborn fawn. For just a moment, she could revel in receiving your praise, then go right back to indulging the bitterness she associates so heavily with your name. Whatever you have that sends shivers to the very core of grown men, she wants it, and having you pay some attention to her feels right. It cannot keep her from detesting you for possessing it.

You touched her shoulder once with an unnaturally warm gloved hand—a silent congratulations, she tells herself—it is the only way to justify her racing heart as you lean down and speak barely above a whisper. "Do no disappoint me, Arlecchino."

Everything takes a backseat as a fire is lit in the pit of her stomach, the drive to wipe that infuriating smirk she knows is hidden beneath your mask off your face. If she didn't know better, she could almost convince herself you thought you owned her.

For all her staring, however, she can't recall another moment of that night you spared her more than a single glance in her direction before turning away. It was Pierro who pinned Arlecchino's delusion to her chest and welcomed her, the Director, not the Tsaritsa's child. You merely took it upon yourself to congratulate her— professionally— as any colleague would.

The first time Arlecchino saw your face, she could not believe her eyes. You lack the odd companion she has long grown used to seeing by your side. She does not even recognise you at first, sitting in a chair in Pierro's quarters in plain clothes, your helmet discarded at your feet. In your hand is a glass, the liquid inside sloshing as you motion with your hand in some general direction amid your conversation.

It almost makes her uncomfortable to see, like staring down at your severed head pathetically rolling back and forth under the sole of your boot as you entertain yourself with it. It does not roll far before the adornments resist, and you don't fight them, instead rolling it back. Your only response to her gawking is to quirk your eyebrow at her.

You regard her with curiosity, though she would be remiss not to notice the glint in your eyes. "Arlecchino," you say, perhaps some mockery of greeting her.

Since she met you, her poker face has only gotten better, though her short pause is a dead giveaway that she has to think to recall your title. She still does not quite believe the woman she sees is you. "Brighella."

A smile tugs at your lips, and another sip of the drink in your glass marks your second pause. "Are you lost, or did I interrupt something?" you ask, though you turn to Pierro for the answer to the question.

Arlecchino takes a breath, determined not to let you get away with speaking to her that way without seeing any bite— "I called her," Pierro interrupts her before she can even say a word, and your eyes flicker back to her.

"I'll take my leave then," you say, gathering your things. You hook your fingers under your helmet and pick it up like nothing is wrong, as if you don't notice how Arlecchino stares and tries to remind herself that it should be obvious someone was under there.

The only thing that helps her remind herself nobody else could sport that cocky smirk in Pierro's office without receiving a cold glare. He merely watches as you down the rest of your drink in one mouthful and leave the glass for him on his desk before stalking off. You stop only to put your helmet back on.

There's a sigh once you leave the room, and Pierro silently collects the glass.

The second time Arlecchino meets you, it is more arranged: a trip down the halls leads her to a stray fatuu bearing a message for her. You want to see Arlecchino in your chambers. There's no indication of why, and the man delivering the message had no inclination to ask before scurrying off. She cannot even say she blames him. She's seen the way you speak to the lesser fatuus before.

Arlecchino arrives in the corridor to hear the unusual noises in your room. It is like someone is rummaging through your belongings with reckless abandon and tossing whatever is in their way aside.

She eyes the door with particularly harsh scrutiny. If there is an intruder, rifling through your room is the most effective way to get things they might want, and she can't allow them an opportunity to escape.

That is until Arlecchino hears your voice from inside, and you exaggerate a frustrated groan. You sound on the verge of tearing your hair out.

Then she braces herself to knock, and the room falls starkly silent as you register someone is standing outside.

"Who's there?" You pose the question like an accusation despite having to know you would have guests. You invited her, after all— demanded her, really.

Through gritting teeth, she finds the will to bite her tongue and say nothing about your attitude rearing its ugly head again. You find a way to always be like this. The moment she gains some semblance of understanding of your motives, you screw it up by acting superior again, like you genuinely believe the world should fall helplessly at the mercy of your whims and run as you will it to.

"It's Arlecchino," she responds, the animosity she wishes to show neatly tucked away beneath a layer of barely cordial stoicism.

"Oh," is the only sound from inside, followed by footsteps and a light thud as if you place something down, perhaps one of the things it sounded like you were moving. "Are you alone?"

For a moment, she almost began to wonder if you had forgotten her.

The question confuses her. "Yes."

"You may enter. The door is unlocked."

Arlecchino does not waste another moment before she opens the door to greet your unmasked face. This time, she recognises you from the pattern of your scars to the odd look on your face, though the off feeling staring into your eyes gives her strikes immediately with the same confusing force.

It should be less jarring the second time, and yet, as she slowly closes the door behind her, she cannot help but scan the room in search of your helmet.

Your room is a damn mess, probably because you just tore it apart for reasons beyond her. She spies your helmet discarded by the bed on its side, hollow and lifeless and so unlike she usually sees it perched atop a suit of armour brimming with self-assured grandiose.

"I was worried he'd followed you all the way here."

She grasps at who you're implying almost immediately, yet can't say she understands why. It can't be anyone but the man in armour you brought back from the abyss who follows you around like a stray puppy.

"Are you referring to the—" she also realises she has no idea what it is that follows you around— "man you took in...?"

"Yes." You answer without notice for her apprehension, or perhaps so used to it that it no longer seems worth commenting on. "He has a habit of stealing faces, and though I already told him he can't have mine, he's determined to get it."

Stealing...faces...?

"You're probably wondering why I wanted to speak with you." All too quickly, you change the subject, jumping from whatever you just said to a completely different train of thought as you turn away from her to find something amidst the clutter on your dresser. Your body obscures her view, unable to see what you're doing.

She saves you the discomfort of having a hole burned into your back from her gaze, instead taking the opportunity to look around. Do you always live in this dump? In a way, it's not hard to believe; your behaviour is reminiscent of a spoiled child who never learned to clean up their messes, yet she expected you would treat your living space with the same methodical attention as your subordinates.

"It wasn't included alongside your message," she responds absently, merely engaging because she must. Her mind is occupied, overlooking the pile of armour dumped on the floor like junk metal.

You place a glass down behind her as you speak, the sound unmistakable to her ears, compounded by the sound of something pouring. "Intentionally. You would never have come if you knew why I wanted to see you."

She cannot help but glare at the back of your head. "Is that so?"

"Indeed."

When you turn to her, she cannot help the way her attention draws to the two glasses in your hands—glasses you have no doubt filled with alcohol. Pantalone taught her such a trick not long after he became a Harbinger, and she has not a single doubt that you learned it from him as well.

While your company isn't paying attention, fill a glass and offer it to them. It's rude to refuse once it's been poured. It'll keep them put.

It didn't occur to her until after you extended the glass in your left hand to her that she realised you had trapped her in the conversation should she strive to maintain her pleasant façade. Her fist clenches tightly at her side, nails digging into her palm with a sharp pain.

Arlecchino takes the glass with a tight smile, a wordless exchange. The look in your eyes tells her you know it, too.

"I hope you didn't bring me here for a frivolous venture." Her own warning, one she feels she has earned over the past few minutes.

"No," you say, swirling the liquid in your glass as a means of entertaining yourself. "I simply wanted to observe you."

"How forward." She cannot help it by the time she realises she's said it. There is obviously disapproval in her voice.

Despite her venom, you only smile at her dumbly as if you don't notice the tone of her voice or the furrow of her brows. "Isn't it?" a rhetorical question. You let out a light chuckle at yourself. "It's strange, I thought the one to overtake the Knave would be a little more like that old hag, but it turns out you couldn't be more different if you tried."

This is what you wanted to say?

Arlecchino's eyes narrow. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, come on, are you blind?" Your penchant for mockery shines through your words whether you meant it to or not. "Surely you've noticed by now."

"I don't aspire to become my mother," she retorts just a touch more harshly than she meant to.

"I meant it as a compliment, don't you realise?" you question, "The House has run this way for years because she made it that way. I'm sure many of the children she bought are itching to go home." Your musings lead somewhere—they must—and yet you insist on meandering your way there at a leisurely pace to draw it out. It's as if you wait and watch with eyes filled with curiosity for her to guess, but she makes no attempt to. "Will you return them to their families?"

Arlecchino considered it many times. The thought is appealing. It would be like setting her siblings—now her children—free. She grew up alongside them, played with them as a child and now presides over them.

Wanting to stall, Arlecchino takes a sip from the glass before speaking.

"No," she answers.

It's not possible.

If not a monetary figure or tangible reason, it quickly became a stark impossibility when she considered that someone would have to explain why the orphans the Knave had acquired carefully raised were being returned.

Many would live in harsh conditions, some would die or merely be sold again, and some were too broken down by motherly love to find their peace in the common world again.

It's not worth the pain of trying.

Something in her answer piques your interest, and she notices your hardly disguised intrigue almost immediately. Years of wearing a helmet to hide your emotions have certainly done a number on how much you are able to hide them naturally.

"I thought for certain you would say yes."

"You were incorrect."

You quirk an eyebrow at her as if to challenge that idea. "Was I?" you question.

Were you?

"Yes," she says before she can think of anything to disprove that. Time made her aware of the many impossibilities she had spent years fantasising about, but she would not share that with you.

"You're certainly gentler than her," you remark, almost a passing comment as it's quickly overshadowed, "Less of a pain in the ass to talk to as well. I'd have to chase her for days to get her to come talk to me."

Arlecchino suddenly understands why the room is in such a state of disarray—you hadn't expected her. Instead, you were tearing your room apart under the impression you would have days to clean it up before she found her way to you. It seems that punctuality is a burden to you. If nothing else, it's motivation to never be late.

She finds herself aimlessly staring into the glass in her hand, a lesser part of her mind trying to determine what's in it, though too clouded by conflict to place an answer anytime soon. Instead, she stands and listens to whatever you insist on saying, lost in your words and the musings of the past, your unique knowledge of what came before her.

The observations of now the piercing gaze that threatens to spill her soul out before the two of you and dissect it as you please while she watches at the mercy of your rank, the lingering respect that refuses to leave her from years of seeing you as an ideal.

Talking to you is something quite bizarre; knowing you is something even stranger.

She may never forget the time you spent intrigued by the young orphan who overthrew her mother to take her place at your side as your colleague.

#✦ — scenarios.#arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

93 notes · View notes

secondhand-snow · 2 months

Text

a body of impulses

chapter 4: staining the future

lukas matsson x f!roy reader (succession)

★chapter 3★

wc: 8.6k+

warnings: super dysfunctional family, roman roy as his own warning, mention of phone sex, manipulation, praise, no use of y/n

summary: The fall back to the real world after your time spent with Lukas hits you hard. But your family hits you harder, and they hit to kill.

author's note: snow writes a fic without graphic smut?!? insanity. please consider liking, commenting, or reblogging if you enjoyed!

Logan’s birthday is… Logan’s birthday. The day is always celebratory, and always ends in trouble. Chaos tends to be inevitable when your family is together, like two comets on a collision course, helpless to stop the impending crash. Even intimate get-togethers are no exception. You were fully prepared for this, readying your mediating skills and considering any possible issues that could come up at the event. Until, your siblings inform you that they will not be attending. On one hand, it’s a shock. Missing something as important as your father’s birthday because of a fight seems unreasonable, especially when you were so sure you would see them in person again. On the other hand, the lack of their presences could avoid the conflict you were expecting. Either way, your focus shifted from getting ready to stop blow out fights to preparing to answer nosy questions on the whereabouts of your family.

It was nice to talk to your siblings after weeks of no contact. The discussions you had were usually meager, straight and to the point. But all the same, it gave you some sense of normalcy in your vastly changing life. That and the less you spoke to them, the less you had to lie to them about what you were up to. Between Lukas and work, it felt like you could barely get out a sentence without potentially compromising an immense secret. You’d gotten uncomfortably close to disclosing your relationship a couple times, both with Roman, both due to your increasingly frequent trips to Sweden. Luckily, you’d been trained enough in keeping the peace to brush over the details of your life and get him to talk about himself, the suspicion leaving his mind almost instantly.

In addition to rekindling your relationship with your siblings, a strange sort of friendship was beginning to form between yourself and Tom. You were the only two in the immediate family that hadn’t jumped ship yet, well, besides Greg. Since he wasn’t really speaking to Shiv, and Roman and Kendall would rather die than see his face, you were the only one Tom could go to for a genuine conversation. Unless he wanted to talk to Gerri, Karl or Frank, but Tom preferred speaking to someone who wasn’t at least 20 years older than himself. Because of this, the two of you began bonding in a way you hadn’t had the chance to before. When Roman wasn’t making crass jokes over your shoulder, influencing your opinion with his humor, Tom wasn’t actually that bad.

He was more down to Earth than your siblings. He had grown up rich, but not your kind of rich, and it gave him a sort of level headedness that you didn’t see often. His jokes were pretty funny, and his midwest accent gave his speech a natural formality that was strangely captivating. You liked talking to Tom, you even began to see him as a friend during the months after the GoJo deal began. Not only was he sociable, he was actually good at what he did. You’d always thought that he got his position through his relationship with Shiv, though when you began working with him on the GoJo deal you saw that his work ethic had a genuine quality to it. He could be a little brutal at times and looked out for himself before others, but who wasn’t in this business. By the time Logan’s party came up you found yourself honestly enjoying his company.

When you arrive at Logan’s penthouse, the party has already begun. There’s a good crowd of people mingling, mostly executives from Waystar’s corporate world and old business associates of your Dad’s. You’re happy to see Colin, who you greet with a friendly smile, and annoyed to see Kerry, who you give a tight lipped grin. Your dad is at least somewhat happy to see you, giving you the rare hug in welcome.

Buying gifts for a man that has everything is incredibly difficult, and after the watch situation from last year, you were even more terrified of Logan’s reaction to your present. You had settled on purchasing him a Navy medal of honor from WWI to add to his collection and wrapped it weeks in advance, trying to push the worry from your mind for as long as possible. As he opens the present now, his reception is better than you hoped for. Your dad offers you a small thanks and notes that he will add it to one of his display cases later. Internally you doubt that he will, but at least he was kind to you publicly. With another quick hug and a promise to see him again in a bit, you enter the throng of people once more and begin looking for a drink.

It’s really only natural that you gravitate to Tom, joining his side with a glass of champagne as soon as you spot him in the mass of suits. He cracks a few jokes, makes a few comments on work, but mostly you just stand together and look engaged in conversation, successfully deterring any onlookers from bothering you to ask prying questions. You make frequent trips to the bathroom. Not to actually use the toilet, but to answer your messages from Lukas. It was too much of a chance to open his texts around others at the party, since so many of them knew him well. He knows your at Logan’s birthday, he even considered attending himself before getting too busy with work. His goofy texts brighten up the otherwise dull day, giving you something to look forward to and keeping you awake amongst the bland chatting you’re obligated to engage in.

It’s after one of these trips to the bathroom that the first sign of discord begins to creep into the party. It starts with Cousin Greg, who’s chattering incessantly in Tom’s ear as you approach the pair.

“-I’m kidding, I really do like her.” You seamlessly attach yourself to the conversation as you join them, keeping pace as you begin to walk from room to room.

“Like who? The blonde teeny bopper you brought?”

“Yeah!”

“What, did you meet her on Raya or something?” You get a small laugh from Tom at that, the three of you pausing your stroll for a moment.

“She’s used all the display towels in the bathroom and now they’re sopping wet, she’s gabbling about herself and posting on social media.” Greg scoffs a bit at Tom’s critique, looking around to be sure the blonde was nowhere nearby. “She’s asking people personal questions- and she’s wolfing all the canapes like a famished warthog!”

“People are overreacting, okay? She brought a normal kind of handbag!”

“Greg, the massive purse is one thing. Posting pictures of the inside of my father’s house on Instagram is actually incredibly invasive. She’s basically a security risk at this point.”

“You are a laughing stock of polite society.” As Tom chimes in, the unmistakable face of Greg’s date begins to approach you, a look of concern on her face. Tom whispers as he finishes his comment. “You’ll never go to the opera again.”

“Maybe- we should go?” The woman’s voice has a twinge of vocal fry, her hand holding her phone protectively close to her body.

“Oh are you okay? What, uh, what happened?” Greg stoops from his normal towering stance to direct his quiet tone towards his date.

“Nothing! I just asked Logan for a selfie.”

“You asked my dad for a selfie?” You can’t help the small laugh of disbelief that leaves your mouth at her confession.

“Yeah- oh! You’re- uh…” The woman is at least socially conscious enough to realize her mistake in not addressing you, an awkward smile coming to her face as she continues. “I said ‘Congrats on the big deal.’ I was like, ‘Ker-ching, am I right?’ I was being funny!”

“...That is hilarious.”

It’s a little while later when things start to get worse. Logan had disappeared with Colin a couple of hours ago, and was now ignoring calls as his executives tried to contact him. Additionally, Kerry had come to you and asked you to talk to your siblings, to get them to text or call Dad for his birthday. You gave her the same strained response you’d had to repeat so many times in the past few months, “My siblings are capable of making their own decisions.” Despite this, you did text them to let them know of Kerry’s request. They left the message on read. It’s you who’s finally able to get through to Logan, letting him know that there was some trouble with the Pierce deal. He arrived back at the penthouse only a bit after you contacted him, immediately stopping the party and kicking out the crowd.

And so, on a day that was supposed to be calm, work-free, and relaxing, you ended up gathered in Logan’s home office with the tension rising rapidly. It’s concerning how quickly the group is able to find out that it’s your siblings who are the rival bidders. It’s more concerning how upset Logan is when he finds out. He swears. More than usual. He yells at both you and Tom, telling the pair of you to call Shiv and tell her to get her own idea. To your credit, you do call her, but you go straight to voicemail.

You’re helpless in the situation, in a sort of trance of dissociation as chaos unfolds around you. You barely even perk up during Logan’s “roasting” rampage, refusing to cause a spectacle for your dad’s amusement. Unfortunately, Greg doesn’t have the same foresight as you. What snaps you out of the haze is when Tom finally gets through to your sister. The two of you huddle around his iPhone in the corner of the room, trying to maintain some sense of privacy as speakerphone causes your conversation to echo around the office.

“Hey, Shiv” Tom’s is clearly stressed, an unnatural lilt in his voice as he speaks.

“Hi?”

“Hey. Tom!” So Kendall’s with her.

“Fuck you, man mountain!” And the voice of Roman solidifies your siblings' involvement in buying Pierce. An inaudible sigh leaves your mouth as the worst is confirmed.

“Hey, look, so… we were just wondering if we’re not being- uh, played a little here. Since this is all indicative.”

“Okay, well, what did he go up to?” Shiv’s tone is simultaneously annoyed and eager.

“Well, we can’t tell you that.”

“He didn't go to nine, did he?”

“Well, we were just wondering, you know, all things being equal, the asset does have a price. And it would be- it would be crazy to add an emotional… uh, premium here.” Tom is beginning to scramble, his demeanor becoming frantic as he searches for some kind of tactic to convince your siblings. “So, should we be looking for a back door on this?”

“What's Dad's ceiling?” Shiv asks the question like she already knows the answer. You wonder if she really does.

“Well, what's your ceiling?”

“Why don't you go first, Tommy? Build that trust, brah!” Kendall’s tone is surprisingly happy, like he’s high either on coke or on the thrill of bidding.

“Well, his ceiling is-- is... Uh, well, I... Your dad is just–”

“It’s higher than yours, I can guarantee that.” You cut in for the first time, saving Tom from his own bumbling.

“Oh hi baby sister! Decided to join the rebellion yet?” Roman stretches out the nickname, whining in a way he knows you hate, trying to rile you up to their level.

“Do you even have the financing for this? Or are you pooling together all your lunch money just to piss off Dad?” Maybe it’s the fact that you’re over the phone, maybe it’s how stressed out this situation has you, but you find yourself bolder than normal. For once, you’re going head to head with your sibling’s wit without backing down.

“We’re not doing this just to piss off Dad.” Shiv deadpans, interjecting before Roman can get another word in.

“Right because you have such a genuine interest in a left leaning, family based news conglomerate that’s a direct competitor to ATN.” Your normally soft and regulated tone has a sharp edge to it, cutting through your family’s bullshit like butter. “What happened to the media company you were starting, you seemed so excited about that? The hundred, or something?”

“It’s still news and media, it's just- just starting from nothing versus, like, starting from an already established network.” Kendall speaks next, you can hear his chair vaguely creaking as he sits forward to direct his voice into the phone.

“Well it’s not worth it, what you’d gain from buying Pierce is nothing compared to the damage you’d do from fucking this deal. You know that.” You take a breath before finishing your piece, voice softer as you attempt to appeal to your family’s empathy. “Right now, you can still come back from this. Things… aren’t too broken, yet. We can fix them. If you go through with this, I don’t know if that will still be true.”

There’s a long pause before Shiv speaks again. “Our ceiling is 12.”

“Fuck off!” Tom can’t contain his shock at the statement. You tilt your head back, shaking it in disbelief with your eyes on the ceiling. “Yeah, well, our’s too. Okay?”

“Okay!”

There’s a familiar beep as the call ends. You don’t look at anyone’s faces as you reclaim your seat on the couch. You barely speak for the rest of the night. You don’t flinch when your siblings win Pierce, don’t look up when your dad screams at them through the phone, don’t say goodbye to anyone as you leave. Your resolve only crumbles in private.

That night, you call Lukas. He answers on the first ring, smiling into the camera as you greet him on Facetime. You can’t say much about the business that went down today, but he knows you well enough to fill in the blanks. Lukas has listened to you vent about your family so much, and everytime he consoles you like nobody else. He remembers past issues, connects them, brings them up to understand the context better. He frowns when you cry, he tries to make you laugh when you’re mad. He’s single handedly crushing your apprehensions on the relationship one night at a time.

You feel refreshed in the morning, maybe you cried all the angst out of your bloodstream. There’s already a text from your boyfriend making sure you're okay, asking you to text him updates about your day. It’s one of the rare occasions that you won’t be in the office. Instead you’ll be at Connor’s wedding rehearsal, doing just as much work, only with your family instead of the company. Inside, you’re dreading the event. It’s awful, just 24 hours ago you were excited to see your siblings in person. You’d been prepared to hug and smile and laugh. Now, you weren’t sure if they’d even come. And worse, you had no clue how they’d react to your presence if they did attend.

Nevertheless, you persist. You treat the rehearsal like a work event you really don’t want to go to, practicing fake smiles in the mirror as you do your makeup, donning your best cocktail dress, and pushing through the anxiety rushing in your veins. The actual rehearsal is mostly uneventful, your siblings missing from attendance. Of course, it’s incredibly awkward. Willa clearly did not want to be there, tears welling in her eyes every five seconds. Connor absolutely knew this, trying to make up for it with overt public displays of affection. At one point you swear she’s gonna call it off. Instead, she runs off to the bathroom with her bridesmaids for half an hour before returning like nothing was wrong. By the time it’s over and Willa is rushing out the door, you’ve settled into a round table at the restaurant with Connor. You’re expecting to be consoling him for the rest of the night.

It’s just your luck that your family arrives less than five minutes later.

“Finally!” Connor’s sudden interruption in your small talk makes your head whip around, your eyes landing on the trio approaching you. You set down your champagne glass a little too hard, and plaster a polite smile on your face as they near.

“Found him!” Roman is the first to approach his demeanor casual as always, eyes skipping over you to focus on Connor sitting to your right.

“Hey, hey.”

“Hey.”

“Here you are, we missed you.” You keep your voice gentle as you address them, letting Kendall give you a small pat on your shoulder in welcome.

“Hello sir, hugsie?” Rome stoops to plant a semi-authentic hug on Connor, gazing over his shoulder to give you a small look of endearment. A silent show of forgiveness you’ve gotten used to.“We’re so sorry man.”

“Yeah, dad screwed us.” Shiv reaches over you to hug your brother. She gives you a tight lipped smile to acknowledge your presence. “Hey, bro.”

“Oh look at you, the rebel alliance. How is it out in those hills? Supply lines okay? Got enough to eat?” Connor alters his voice a bit, putting on a front of normalcy for his family, even if he knows you can see right through it. Your siblings are still leaning on the table, standing noncommittally as you stay seated with your eldest brother. “This is how it is, huh? Us and Dad on one side, you guys on the other?”

Roman doesn’t answer, disregards his comment in favor of asking a competing question. “You… okay man? We saw Willa on the way in.”

“Yeah, I think it’s all fine.” Connor’s resolve slips as he responds, voice lowering to a level thick with anxiety and gloominess.

“Well…” You give a sideways glance at him before moving your gaze to the rest of your family. “When Willa stood up to do her speech, she said ‘I can’t do this.’ And then she ran to the bathroom and stayed there for forty minutes with her friends.”

There’s a universal cringe that spreads across the table at that information.

“Oh no, no, no. That’s not-” Roman takes a seat, slouches back in his chair as he tries to assure Connor with some rambling. “That’s totally fine, don’t worry about that. Just… toss her another ten grand. -Or a snowmobile and some teeth whitening vouchers.”

“Any luck, Sylvia?” Connor directs his message to a blonde, tanned woman holding a glass of red wine in one hand and her phone in the other. She shakes her head. “That’s Willa’s mom.” He adds under his breath before getting up to go speak with her in the corner.

“It's… fine Con.” Roman’s volume dwindles as your brother walks out of earshot. You scoot back in your chair a bit, craning your neck to look over at Connor while your siblings continue speaking.

“This is so fucking weird.”

“Okay so- do we regroup at my place?” Shiv lowers her voice as she speaks, almost like she’s telling a secret.

“Shiv. He’s, Come on- he’s lookin’ a little rough. Don’t you think?” Rome angles a thumb to your oldest brother. His voice is thick with sympathy, a rare display of emotion from him.

“Well, sure.” Shiv’s still standing, tapping her foot impatiently as her words speed up. “I’m sorry that Dad fucked us, and I’m sorry that we’re late, but we do need to decide fast… so…”

“Wait, decide on what?” Your head turns back to the group at the table, eyes settling on your sister in front of you. “And- you’re leaving? Seriously? You just got here, you can’t spend an hour with your brother? He’s clearly going through a lot!”

“Yeah, we should stay.” Kendall chimes in, giving you a small nod of agreement. “And- I mean, I think we know, right?”

“Do we, though? They made some pretty compelling arguments”

“Sandi’s a greedy little bitch. She’s got her hand up the ass of the carcass of her dad, and Stewy’s just along for the ride. It’s a- fuck it! It’s a packet of horseshit!” Roman’s speech gives you more insight into what it is they’re actually debating. There’s a thousand different reasons your siblings could be talking to Sandi and Stewy, but with your family it’s never just innocent conversation. And with Shiv’s comment about deciding fast… whatever they’re up to, it has to be affecting something in the near future.

“Okay. What if I want to talk it through?” Your sister stresses the word I, like she is the ultimate driving force in this decision. Which, to be fair, she seems to be.

“Talk what through? What’s going on- what are you three up to now?” Your head shakes slightly as you ask the question, already preparing for the worst. There’s a slight pause as your siblings look at each other, which you use to take another sip of champagne.

“Okay, still incommunicado.” Connor’s presence breaks the rising tension, and stops one of your siblings from having to answer you. “I just really hope she’s okay. So, what do you say? A little bit of karaoke?”

“Would it be possible to do anything other than that in the entire universe?”

“No, let’s do it! Come on, just this one time.” You give Connor a little shoulder nudge as he sits back next to you, encouraging his idea with a smile.

“Yeah, she’s partying, I can party.” There’s an air of both hopefulness and desperation around your brother.

“I mean, we can go drink, right? Little bachelor party for POTUS- SCROTUS?” It’s honestly a bit of a shock to you that Roman is so quick to comply. Then again, maybe he just doesn’t want to talk to Shiv about whatever scheme she's involving them in this time.

“Well I mean… we three kind of-” Shiv tries to step in, giving her best impression of someone regretful to decline such a kind invitation.

“Oh sure, everybody’s busy.”

“Come on. Let’s give him a drink, sis.” With Kendall’s agreement, your sister is outvoted. Connor claps in excitement. “Let’s give him a drink.”

“Yeah! But- but not your usual… stupid places. Uh… somewhere fun- and real! Away from the fancy dance.” Connor stands to tower above the table, talking with his hands as he outlines his plan for the night. “A real bar with chicks. And… guys who work with their hands and grease and sweat from their hands, and have blood in their hair.”

“I don’t like these guys. They sound like a medical experiment gone wrong.” Roman’s arms are crossed, his eyes narrowed in fake suspicion as Con takes a long drink of his red wine.

“Yeah… I don’t think we have that kind of place just engraved in our memories. Might have to Google this one.” You stand to join your brother, grabbing your clutch as your other siblings rise with you. Shiv is a bit reluctant, not moving until you all begin leaving the restaurant, then hurrying to catch up with you. So you quickly find yourself on the cold streets of NYC, walking (because Connor insisted) to the nearest dive bar you can find in a three block radius.

The bar is like something out of a movie. Like something from another planet. It’s all wood paneling and dark lighting and sticky counters. There’s old TVs mounted to the walls playing baseball and a glowing red exit sign over the door as you step in. The soundtrack is muted classic rock with the clinking of beer glasses over a constant chatter of patrons.

“Ah! America… I missed you.” Connor is immediately out of his depth, blue suit clashing horribly with the plaid flannels of the other customers.

“This is charming.” You shoot Roman a smile at his attempt of optimism, he brushes you off with an eye roll as you follow your oldest brother to the bar.

“Okay, what’s everybody having?” Ken’s straight to business, you wouldn’t expect anything less out of him. “What do you want?”

“Uh- do you think they know how to make a vodka tonic?”

“They can make a vodka tonic, Rome. You’ll just have to settle for Smirnoff” You give him an eyeroll of your own. It’s moments like these you feel so much more normal than your siblings, despite the fact that you’ve had such similar upbringings.

“House red? Do I dare?” Shiv’s comment gets a genuine laugh out of you, and a string of both ‘yes’s’ and ‘no’s’ from you and Roman. She chuckles before deciding, “That- just a club soda with a sealed lid. Nothing from that… tainted nozzle.”

“Con, what do you want?”

“I’ll just have whatever a regular Joe would have. Uh, Belgian Weissbier? Not Hoegaarden, ideally.” Connor’s distracted by his phone, looking down at it while speaking instead of answering Kendall’s question.

“How do you feel about Miller Light?” You get a small scoff from Shiv at that, but Con’s already too engrossed in his iPhone to pay you any mind. You drift over to Ken as he starts ordering the drinks. The background noise is loud enough that you can’t quite hear as Shiv pulls out her phone and begins speaking to Roman. It’s only a second before he moves away from her, but you catch the vague mentionings of Waystar and Sandi before the conversation is interrupted.

“Hey, can I get a, um- vodka tonic, I’ll have a bitters and soda…” Kendall orders for the group, listing out Shiv and Connor’s orders before turning to you for your drink.

“A Cosmo?” You pitch in, receiving a nod from the bartender in confirmation. You turn back to the trio of your other siblings, catching Con in the middle of a sentence.

“-Anyway I am reassured. She’s definitely not on her way to Cuba. Well, her phone isn’t.” You move closer to peak over his shoulder, seeing a little dot on a map lighting up his phone screen. “Yeah, she stopped movin’. Guess she found a spot she likes.”

“Sure…on another man’s dick.” You, Connor and Kendall look at Rome with the same exasperated expression as he speaks. “On a much bigger, nicer, harder, younger dick is all I’m saying.”

“Rome, that’s not-” Your tone is breathy with annoyance before your brother cuts you off.

“Can we not? Because you know, I’m feeling… I’m having certain anxieties, huh?” Roman mutters a string of disingenuous apologies as Connor talks over him. “I mean, I wanna have a good time!”

“Okay, all right. Let’s have fun. We can monitor her dot together.” Kendall’s nonchalance makes you cover your mouth to mute a giggle that you know would’ve ticked Con off. “Let’s- let’s get it up on the big screen.

“Why so long…” Connor points to his screen with two fingers. He reminds you of Logan trying to figure out new electronics when he doesn’t have an assistant nearby to do it for him. “Her dot is at an aquarium supply retailer. That doesn’t look safe- is that a drug thing?”

“No.” Looking behind Con’s back, you see Roman mouth ‘I love him’ across the way at you. You respond with blowing a little kiss in his direction.

“You sure?”

“I am sure.”

“It is. It’s a drug thing.” Roman moves in, working his magic to aggravate Connor in a way only a younger brother can.

“Now she’s at a dry cleaners?” Connor runs a hand through his hair.

“She’s probably getting her panties clean. Mussed 'em up a bit.” They’re too preoccupied with bickering to notice as Kendall waves to your drinks and departs the bar on a phone call.

You sigh as the two boys continue clashing, moving over to grab your drink from its spot on the bar. The drink is good enough. The vodka’s not very smooth and the orange peel looks like it was cut by a 5th grader, but it’s better than you expected from the shabby chic destination. When you start to hear Roman mention cum, you decide to break into the conversation.

“Hey guys. Drinks. Look.” You speak slowly, making big hand gestures like you’re talking to toddlers. It gets a scoff from Roman, but breaks up the tension enough for Connor to come over and grab his (definitely not Belgian, probably not even wheat based) beer. Shiv joins you too to grab her club soda. “How do we feel about food?”

“I could eat.” Connor is still pretty engrossed in his phone, but looks away for a few moments to sip from his glass. For what it’s worth, he doesn’t complain about the taste.

“Shall we grab some menus?” Rome strolls over to grab his tonic, making his way to the nearest table.

“Here? Isn’t that guaranteeing food poisoning?” Shiv crosses her arms, holding her position at the bar as she glares at your brother.

“Come on Shivvy, we’re being average citizens. Remember?” You bite your lower lip in a smile, following Rome to sit at the table. Con comes with you, not even bothering to look up from his device as he just moves with the crowd. She’s out ruled, once again, and gives in to join you three. It’s only a few seconds later than Kendall joins you again, an indistinguishable look on his face.

“Hey, what’s up? What did I miss?” His tone doesn’t give anything away, the same monotone, muttered pitch that you’re used to.

“We’re… eating! Right here!” Kendall sits in the free chair next to Roman as the younger man points animatedly to the menu in front of him. “Billy Ray Cyrus’s Kentucky Fried Shit Shack.”

“Roman, they’re gonna spit in your food if they hear you say that.” You shake your head, a small smile on your face as you turn your attention to your own laminated menu.

“Well, they seem to have some hearty fare.” Connor follows your lead, looking over the meal options himself.

“What was that shit?” You’re glad Roman asks before you do. The question is on your mind too, but it sounds less suspicious coming from your brother.

“Uh- Stewy…”

“Oh great, what the fuck now? What?”

“Well actually guys, can i- can i show you something?” Ken pulls out his phone, screen illuminating his face in the dark lighting of the bar.

“Yeah…” Shiv leans over to peek at Kendall’s phone while Roman tries to tune out the action happening before him. Instead of giving Ken the attention he’s asking for, Rome’s eyes scan the menu before he begins his interruption.

“Ooo, wings! I wonder from which particular creature they snip these wings.” He shifts the cadence of his voice, making his tone all whimsical and silly. “Perhaps a mammal…”

It’s um… on the comparables. It’s- it’s actually pretty fucking intriguing.” The information Kendall gives leaves a puzzled look on your face.

“Wait… why are you looking at the market comparables for Waystar?” You set down your menu as you make eye contact with Ken, narrowing your gaze slightly. “I thought you three were done with the company, completely into your Pierce-thing now.”

“Well, it just makes you think.” Shiv pitches in, your eyes shifting to her, brows still furrowed in question. “Maybe Dad isn’t on it like he used to be… he’s getting pushed around-”

“Fuck, she’s in the East River.” Connor’s outburst makes you whip around in his direction. You feel like a bobble head trying to even out our attention between your siblings. “She in the fucking- wait, no. She’s on the bridge, she’s headed to uh- Williamsberg.”

“Con, I love you, but there’s other shit going on.” You keep your tone gentle with him, a reassuring but slightly strained smile on your face.

“Not to be dicks but- can we do a little breakout chat? Just the three of us?” Shiv is already moving in her seat by the time the question is out of her mouth. Her eagerness makes you crinkle your nose in agitation. “We won’t be long, like, two minutes max.”

“Hey, fuck it. Why don’t we fold them in?” Rome scratches his nose and raises his shoulders in indifference as he addresses your sister.

“Well, they’re not on the board so…”

“Yeah but they have sizable shares, so if the deal-” Roman makes a cutting sound low in his throat, “-they lose their payouts.”

“Excuse me?” Connor’s focus is finally on the group instead of his phone, his hand now holding the beer glass he’d previously forgotten.

“Oh yeah, so, Shiv wants us to get mixed up in some sort of drug deal that will fuck the vote tomorrow.” And all your suspicions are unfortunately confirmed.

“You wanna fuck the deal?!” You can’t keep the shock from your voice.

“Um, no. A small delay, we all want the deal.”

“And, look- I think I agree.” Kendall’s admission just surprises you more, causing you to shake your head lightly in disbelief.

“Oh, what the fuck now?”

“So, what? You think Waystar’s worth more than what Luk- or, Matsson’s paying, and you want to drive the price up?” Shiv and Ken nod in confirmation. “That’s so fucking stupid, he’ll walk if you try to force him to that!”

“Yeah, you’re gonna force Dad to grovel?” Connor steps in again, his expression mirroring yours. “Oh man, how long will a renegotiation take?”

“It’s a play.” Shiv moves her hands in front of her like she’s trying to smooth the air between you, trying to brush the tension away from the five of you. “More money is more money, and that’s all there is to it.”

“I just- I can’t” You stand from your seat, moving to squeeze behind Connor’s chair. “I need a break, just give me a minute.”

“What, you running to Daddy?” Shiv calls from behind you. You flip her off.

It’s not too difficult to find the bathroom in the restaurant, luckily it’s an individual stall with a lock on the entrance door. As soon as the latch comes down, you take a deep breath and let your back rest against the white tiled wall behind you. A hand comes up to brush hair out of your face, you fold your arms across your chest with a sigh. Reasonably, you should call your Dad. You should tell him about their scheming like a good daughter, let him deal with your traitorous siblings in any way he sees fit. But as you reach for your phone, your fingers end up dialing a different number.

“Have you been talking to my siblings?”

“A few of them, yeah.” Lukas answers your Facetime on the first ring, your phone showing an image of him sitting back in an armchair, donning a white tank top.

“Like, recently?”

“I just called Kendall a few minutes ago.”

“Fucking- I knew it.” Your jaw clenches involuntarily. If you were still a child, you’d be stomping your foot in anger.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” Lukas’s face tenses a bit, his eyebrows coming up to form lines on his forehead as he questions you.

“Whatever you said, it’s convinced Kendall to fuck the board vote tomorrow.”

“Oh, really?” Despite the inquiry in his voice, he doesn’t seem surprised at the fact.

“They want more money from you, these market price comparables have influenced at least two of them, probably even more board members” Your filter for business information has been blown to pieces, at this point you’re letting whatever you want fly from your mouth. You’ll probably regret it in the morning.

“I figured.”

“Are you really gonna walk if they try to negotiate for more?” You can’t help the pitiful, almost whiny sound at the end of your question.

“Hey, it’s okay, I have it figured out. The deal will be fine regardless of what happens, I promise you.” Lukas’s tone takes on that nurturing tint he uses when you get flustered around him. You know that if you were there in person, he’d be pulling you into his lap to stroke your hair. “This has got you all worked up, huh?”

“I just- I feel so torn lately.” The sharp edge to your voice begins fading as he starts to coax the anger out of your system. “I just want everything to work out and everyone to be happy. And that’s really fucking hard when the people you love are all at eachother’s throats.”

“I know, you shouldn’t have to go through that. You’re just so caring, sometimes you can’t look out for yourself.”

“I really miss you.” Your voice breaks a bit at the confession, fingers coming up to dab at the few tears that have gathered in your waterline. These moments with Lukas are like nights. Nights where the sky is dark and covered in clouds, and every once in a while the moon will peak through the haze and illuminate the entire world below. Somehow, just a minute with Lukas will brighten your entire demeanor, and will change you for the better.

“I miss you.” There’s a sad sort of smile on his face when he continues. “You have to take care of yourself when I’m not there. Don’t get overly involved with this shit, you know it’s ultimately out of your hands.”

“I- it’s like there’s so much going on I don’t even know about. And I’m just over here worried about how everyone feels.”You wrinkle your nose at the mention of feelings. Lukas gives a small chuckle at that, you wiping your tears with a newfound smile. “You should’ve seen me, I got so pissed when they said they were gonna fuck you over.”

“Aw you defended me?” He makes a little pouty face, putting out his lower lip with his best puppy dog eyes to make you laugh. “I love it when you’re feisty, turns me on.”

“Can I come up?”

“Absolutely, just tell me when. We have our company retreat soon, so before or after that I’ll carve out some time for you.”

“Oh gee thanks, cutting out time from your busy schedule to be with your girlfriend.” Lukas gives a fake frown at that, your smile grows wider in response. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

You hang up the call with a wave before tucking your phone back into your bag. Going to the janky mirror bolted to the wall, you fix any smeared eye makeup after splashing a little cool water on your face to calm down. Your head feels clearer after that conversation, your emotions more regulated and understanding a little deeper of the issue at hand. It’s strange how just a few minutes away from your family can change your mood so severely. Making your way back down the wood paneled wall of the bar, you join the silhouettes of your siblings back at the table.

“-I wanted to get married tomorrow. I wanted to spend tonight with my family and tomorrow with my dad and I wanted to get my fucking money out.” Connor’s arms are crossed as you back down next to him, shooting a concerned look to your other siblings. “If I were you I wouldn’t have fucking come back.” He gives you a shake of his head and a glare from the corner of his eye.

“What even was that about? Were… were you telling Dad?” Kendall raises his eyebrows as he addresses your presence again.

“No, I wasn’t. That’s your own shit, I don’t wanna be involved.” He nods, but still has a look of suspicion in his eyes. “Sometimes you guys just give me migraines. But anyway, can we do anything else, Con?”

“...I would like to sing one fucking song at karaoke, because I’ve see it in the movies, and nobody ever wants to go.” There’s a short pause before Connor speaks, but he seems happy enough to switch the subject. Shiv smiles in the background of your view, Roman puts his head down on the sticky surface of the table. You put an arm around the back of Connor’s chair and smile at him during the lull in conversation.

“You wanna do karaoke?” He nods. “Let’s do it, Mr. Bachelor. You only live once.” His face lights up at your optimism, Kendall looks at your other siblings in apprehension.

“Can we do literally anything else?” Rome’s voice is muffled from its position, and Shiv puts a hand on his back in consolation.

“Come on, one song on the night before his wedding. Toughen up, Rome.” Ken deciding to support the idea makes it 3 to 2, Connor wins.

And so, with a substantial amount of whining from Roman, your party makes its way to a new location. This time, Connor allows you to get chauffeured by his driver, sparing you from the cold New York air. The karaoke bar is all modern white surfaces and bright pink lighting. The partygoers range from business men just getting off work to bachelorette parties dressed in animal prints. Luckily, the venue has a private room available at short notice and the five of you are quickly escorted there by a polite usher.

“So, what happens now?” Connor walks to the center of the room, not waiting for the door to be fully closed before eagerly exploring the new space.

“Uh, well… someone has to humiliate themselves in the shame palace.” Shiv holds up an inflatable saxophone toy with a smirk while your brother joins Con on the couch.

“It’s not humiliation, Siobhan. It’s supposed to be fun, remember?” You move to a wall holding a mounted flatscreen and two wireless microphones, beginning to fiddle with the electronic there.

“Think they have "Desperado" by The Eagles?”

“I would imagine they do. Longest night of my life.” Roman is still looking around with his hands on his hips, surveying the room with a grimace on his face

“Oh, shit. She's gone dark- why has she gone dark?” Connor is once again transfixed on his phone, a panicked expression coming across his features as he rambles. “I mean… is this it? Is she going off with some buck and they're gonna…you know?”

“Hey, take it easy. Kendall moves the thick book of songs that Connor had been flipping through over to himself, trying to calm him with his causal tone. “Maybe-maybe her phone just died.”

“Yeah. Have you ever considered that she might not be right for you? This could be good. Yeah?” Shiv is still perched by the tub of comical accessories, saxophone now abandoned as she leans with her hand placed on the counter. “You'll meet someone else.”

“Connor?” There’s a pause in Kendall’s speech, a soft look in his eyes when he continues. “You're not doing better than Willa.”

“I would agree. Do not let Willa go.”

“Romulus.” Ken’s begun to pour the provided champagne, holding a glass out to his younger brother carefully. When you see the drinks begin flowing, you make your way over to your brothers, leaving your attempt at understanding the karaoke technology begin. A chime on Connor’s phone grabs his attention again, a low sigh leaving his mouth before he speaks.

“So… Dad’s on his way.”

“What?”

“He wants us to meet him down at the car when he gets here.” Connors admission makes even you puzzled, looking around at your siblings in confusion.

“What the fսck?” Shiv opens her arms, clearly in a similar state of discomposure.

“How does he know we're here? How do you know he’s coming?” Kendall’s voice takes on a bit of an angry edge as he looks at you. “Did you tell him? Is that what that little ‘break’ was about earlier?”

“No, I wouldn’t do that!” You’re quick to defend yourself, crossing your arms over your chest as some kind of protection, some kind of armor.

“Fuck, you totally did. You’re lying!” Shiv sounds shrill behind you, her accusatory tone making you draw your eyebrows together in annoyance.

“Well, no. I told him… that it’s the night of a thousand wobbles over here and he needs to talk to you.” Connor finally steps in, taking the heat off you.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” You turn back to your oldest brother, arms coming out in an expression of absolute bafflement.

“My life isn’t filled with secrets like some people. I share things, and I want my father to be at my wedding.” Shiv moves to the back to the couch, leaning over it with two hands bracing herself.

“You mean you want the money?”

“Well no- Siobhan, that was not my primary consideration.”

“I mean, what do we do? Do we- do we leave? I mean…” Roman’s moved a hand to his mouth, chewing at his fingernails in anxiety. It’s always startling to you, how quickly he can turn subservient at the mention of your father. “Will he come in? He’s not coming in, right?”

“I am totally down to leave.” You move closer to Roman’s side in support. “I don't want to be around you-” your finger points at Connor in objection “if you pull insane shit like this!”

“This doesn’t even affect you, why are you so upset?” Shiv’s eyes narrow in a glare at you, still suspicious from your current connection to Logan.

“Because it’s evil and manipulative and- fucking conniving!”

“You know what? Just be water, my friend.” Kendall is surprisingly calm in the situation. You wonder if he’s high.

“‘Just be wat-’ Wow, thanks man.” Roman turns to you. “What happens if I kill a Buddist? Do I get reincarnated as a fucking Buddhist?”

“I hope not.” You sigh, grabbing the champagne from your brother's hand and swallow it in one gulp. “Fuck it, I’m really just gonna leave. I don’t think I can take any more of this shit tonight.”

“Honestly I would too, you don’t need to be a part of this.” Roman runs a hand through his hair as he begins pacing across the room.

“I don’t know whether to be offended or not…” You move to reach across the island table grabbing the mostly full bottle of champagne from its resting place. “I’ll just deal with Dad on my own. I’d rather not experience his wrath in front of other people. And looking at Connor makes me want to vomit right now”

“Fair enough.” Kendall is still calm, leaning back on the couch as he addresses you with an expression so neutral that it makes you want to roll your eyes.

“Do you wanna come with?” You make eye contact with Roman, eyebrows raising in question.

“... I dunno-”

“If you wanna run away you can. Just send him another little text later, ‘Sorry I missed you Daddy, take care!’” Shiv makes her voice all whiny when she quotes your brother. She’s clearly trying to aggravate him, get him to stay even if it’s not the best idea. You silently pray that Roman’s strong enough to resist her.

“Fine, I’ll fuckin- stay. Let Dad strangle all of us together, mass homicide.” But he’s not. He gives in to Shiv too easily, makes you frown in empathy.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then. Text me later okay? I worry about you guys.” As you turn to leave, you add one thing over your shoulder with a little grin. “Don’t… don’t let him push you around. As much as I disagree with you, you have to make your own choices. Even if they’re wrong.”

On the way home you finish the bottle, staring out the backseat window of the SUV as the bright lights of NYC whizz past you. When you enter your apartment, you only pause to set down the empty drink and kick off your heels before flopping back onto your bed. Your chest is a little giggly and your brain is a little fuzzy from the alcohol. So of course you decide it’s the perfect time to call your boyfriend.

“Hiii!” You speak as soon as he answers, drawing out the word with a cheeky smile on your face. You’ve rolled onto your stomach by now, supporting yourself with your elbows as you gaze lovingly down at the image of Lukas in your phone.

“Oh, you’re drunk. And sexy.” You laugh at that, it’s always surprising how quickly Lukas can read you. To be fair, you do look really hot. Your cheeks are flushed, your hair is messy, and your mascara is smudged beneath your eyes. It reminds Lukas of how you look after he’s fucked you really well.

“Yeah…I drank a bottle of champagne. By myself.”

“Things went that bad?” His eyebrows furrow a bit as he questions you, clearly worried about your wellbeing.

“Kinda? It was actually Connor’s fault this time though.” You roll onto your back with a sigh, hair splaying out behind you in a halo. You hold your screen above your head, giving Lukas a little peak at the cleavage coming out of your shirt.

“Really? What happened?” His eyes dart to the sliver of your skin, but come back up to your eyes as he awaits your response.

“He, like, went to our dad about the shit Shiv and Rome and Ken are up to. The vote stuff I told you about.”

“And Logan was mad?”

“I assume so? I kinda left before he got there… it was just too much.” Your lips come together in a frown. “I dunno, maybe I shoulda stayed.”

“No, no, you did good. Looking out for yourself like I told you to.” Lukas gives a smile that you can’t help but mirror. He knows how his praise gets you.

“Maybe, we’ll see what happens. With him it’s like night or day. He’ll either love that I didn’t agree with them or hate that I didn’t rat them out to him.”

“Well, I’m proud of you. Regardless of what he says.” His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, eyes traveling back down to your cleavage.

“Thank you.” You pause for a second just looking at him before you continue. “If I wasn’t so drunk I’d have Facetime sex with you right now.”

“I can tell. Your pupils are so big your eyes look black.” Playfully, you roll your eyes in response. “Call me in the morning, I’ll take care of you then.”

“Okayyy, and I’ll see you soon right? Come up before your retreat thing?”

“Of course. I’ll talk to you in the morning, go get some sleep.”

You do end up getting some sleep that night, following your boyfriend's wishes. But you also energetically masturbate to his past dick pics to tire yourself out. When you tell him that in the morning, he audibly groans at the fact that he missed watching you.

In the end, Logan isn’t mad at you. He’s not pleased either. But, being indifferent is better than you expected. Atleast, that’s what you tell yourself. He invites you with the core executive crew to come to Sweden for a sudden meeting with Matsson, and of course you accept. It means you’ll miss Connor’s wedding, but you honestly don’t want to see him right now anyways. Plus, it means you get to see Lukas sooner than expected. Ken ended up texting you a brief recap of what happened after you left last night. When you read it in the morning it makes you glad that you weren’t there.

It almost feels like yesterday was a dream. Like life is all back to normal now and things will carry on just as they always have. The deal will go through, Logan will be happy leading ATN, your siblings will be happy with Pierce, or whatever they end up working with. And you will live happily ever after with Lukas, ideally on Mars, or in outer space, or some other place that alienates you from all physical contact with your family.

At least some of that ends up happening.

#ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #succession #succession fanfic #alexander skarsgard #lukas matsson #lukas matsson x reader #lukas matsson x you #lukas matsson x oc #lukas matsson x ofc #lukas matsson fic #lukas matsson fanfic #lukas matsson imagine #snow's fics #a body of impulses

95 notes · View notes

faerieroyal · 2 months

Text

𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘’𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 !

— ❥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 + 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

( warnings: insecurities, mentions of kind of shitty parents and past partners, one mention of food )

( note: this short was written with tom holland’s peter parker in mind, but i think it would also work for andrew garfield’s if you’d rather picture him. )

you are not a person who is used to praise. this isn’t something you say to garner sympathy or to make people feel bad for you so they’ll compliment you, not at all - it’s just a fact. your parents have never been the kind of people to vocally express approval, usually settling for an awkwardly cleared throat and a hand squeezing your shoulder, and the few romantic partners you’d had before your current boyfriend apparently hadn’t seen the need for it either. but then, you’d realized after those relationships had ended, your partners hadn’t really seemed to appreciate anything you did for them anyway, so the fact that they weren’t big on complimenting you isn’t exactly shocking.

what is shocking, however, is what happens when you start dating one peter parker. when he’d first confessed his feelings to you and asked you out, face scarlet and stumbling over his words all the while, you hadn’t really expected much of a difference from your previous relationships. sure, peter was much sweeter and more genuine than your former partners, but at that point you’d been convinced that you just attracted people who didn’t express gratitude, so you’d assumed, with no small amount of disappointment, that this relationship would turn out to be the same.

you find very quickly that you’re in for a surprise.

peter isn’t really known for being the most eloquent guy around; everyone at school is familiar with the way he tends to trip over his words, even if he can occasionally land well-placed verbal blows on bullies or anyone who’s being an idiot. but his tendency towards stumbling over his words hasn’t stopped him from praising almost everything you do since the two of you started dating - quite the opposite, in fact. almost every time you do something for him, or, in fact, even when you just do something that could be generally considered good, he’s quick to shoot a compliment your way in that sweet, slightly awkward way you’ve come to associate with him and him only.

“oh, you didn’t have to make breakfast - thank you, though, really, it looks like it’s gonna be delicious!”

“is… is that a new outfit? i mean, it’s fine if it’s not, too, obviously, but you… you look really good in it. like, wow.”

and, you’re surprised to find, even when you mess up or you’re struggling, the praise doesn’t stop coming; in fact, it seems to increase, now combined with encouragements and forehead kisses and even offers to help with whatever you’re having trouble with, something you’re even less used to than compliments.

“i know this is really hard, but you’re doing really good, okay? i’m super proud of you, no matter what.”

“is there anything i can do to help? maybe i can’t help with the actual thing, but i can get you a snack? or, are you cold, i can get you a blanket?”

“i’m really proud of you, you know. i just… i mean, i dunno, i just thought i’d tell you.”

it’s everything you haven’t had from anyone up until this point, everything you didn’t know you wanted until you and peter got together… and you’re not entirely sure you deserve it. you know your boyfriend isn’t exactly in the habit of saying things he doesn’t mean, but it’s all just so much, all the compliments and affirmations, and while it does feel good, you’re never sure exactly how to react to it at the time, and it always makes you feel like the worst partner ever when your own attempts to return the praise are always so awkward and stilted.

you tell peter all of this, one night when the two of you are curled together in bed. you’re not entirely sure where you find the courage to voice what you’ve been thinking - maybe it’s just the effect of being in the dark, the little burst of confidence to say things you’d never have the wherewithal to say in the light of day. nevertheless, you finally voice all the negative thoughts swirling around in your head, your voice quiet and shy, but the words there all the same.

the moment you’re done, peter shifts around in bed, moving so that the two of you are facing each other, your own face cupped gently in his hands. you can’t make out every little detail of him in the dark - not that it matters, when every facet of his face has been engraved in your mind and heart for months now - but you can see the way his eyes are wide with genuine concern and affection, how his mouth is turned down in a sad little frown that you’d surely think was absolutely adorable had you not just shared your most vulnerable, insecure thoughts with him.

“babe,” peter says, his voice soft and sweet and oh so gentle. “of course you deserve compliments and encouragement and all that, you’re amazing. and i mean, everyone deserves compliments and that kind of stuff, but you deserve them more than most people, because you’re amazing and ‘cause i know you haven’t had a lot of them. and it’s okay if you can’t always give it back to me, you show your love in other ways and that’s fine. i know it’s kind of hard to believe when you’ve convinced yourself of something different, but i don’t have any problem keeping on telling you until you do believe it, and i will. okay?”

it’s not the most eloquent speech ever, but it’s honest and loving and so peter that you can’t help it, a few tears well up in your eyes. but peter sees them immediately, because of course he does, and he immediately swoops in to kiss your eyelids, pushing them away. you nestle your face into the curve of his neck, so overcome, for a moment, with all the love you feel for this awkward, adorable, wonderful boy, and in return the boy in question wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles you closer to him, knowing to give words a rest for a moment and just let you hold him and process.

he’s right, of course, as he tends to be. everything you think and feel, all the effects of being deprived of praise and encouragement for so much of your life, are going to take a while to overcome, to replace with positivity and acceptance of all the things your boyfriend thinks and says about you. but you can’t help but believe peter when he says that he’s going to keep at it, with all the boundless determination that makes him such an amazing person and hero, until you really do believe him.

marvel taglist: @hiya-itsamber, @fairyofthehollow, @whiskeyswriting, @dancingwith-sunflowers, @xoalexandrarose !

general taglist: @maddipoof, @thatmagickjuju, @talkingturnedtoscreamss, @malafvma, @auxiliarydetective, @heliads, @oneirataxia-girl !

( send me an ask if you want to be added to a taglist !! )

#(.⋆꙳‧ my works !! ‧꙳⋆.)#— ❥ dolly writes drabbles !!#— ❥ valentine’s love language shorts !!#— ❥ dolly’s beloveds: peter parker !!#peter parker drabble #peter parker x reader #mcu drabble #mcu x reader #marvel drabble #marvel x reader #gender-neutral reader

70 notes · View notes

sylacris · 9 months

Text

— “rather melodramatic, aren’t you?”

alternatively: “always your heart will be aching for my presence. You will see the moon, and it’ll remind you of me, of us, of what we used to be and could’ve been” / you were tasked to kill dazai osamu and yet…

dazai osamu x gn! reader

content: mild angst, smoking, a gun, dazai-typical suicide mentions, may be ooc, not proofread. inspired by: dangerously yours episode 1: masquerade.

wc: 1.5k words

a/n: nothing beats coming back to tumblr just to drop something i wrote on a whim. will i be consistently posting? if my motivation doesn't go away -v-

Dazai Osamu knew his past would catch up to him one day.

Not only associating, but being a high-ranking official in the Port Mafia is a time in his life that he not only refuses to come back to but perhaps even actively haunts him incessantly in those dark drunken nights and smoke-filled lungs. On those nights alone, he only has the company of sake bottles and memories of the past—both good and bad.

He knows that he'll never be a good person—not what Odasaku wanted him to be, at least—yet he tries; he always has been trying.

But there comes a time when it seems as if trying isn't enough and repentance will be the only solution—perhaps even his death would be worth more good than all of the good he's done combined.

And repentance he shall receive as his lover stands right in front of him with a cold glare that exudes such burning rage, an anger that could've made him falter even the slightest if only he wasn't looking forward to such a death in the back of his mind.

With a smirk that never seemed to disappear, Dazai reaches out of his pocket, making them raise their guard with a glare and a finger on the trigger. "Mind if I have a smoke?" He doesn't even wait for a reply before pulling out the cigarette and lighter from his pockets.

"You can do anything you please, Dazai," you grunt.

Dazai puts the cigarette between his lips; he really is so carefree, even in the face of an enemy, though perhaps he sees you less as an enemy and still as his love.

Glaring at the unfazed man that stood before you, you sighed. This was for your people; kill the demon prodigy; that was your assignment. There was no way you were going to back down after months of getting to this point.

"But that doesn't mean I won't finish my mission here once and for all. You won't get away this time, demon prodigy."

After hearing his former title in the mafia, Dazai's eyes seem to darken, and there is a slight furrow in his eyebrows before he composes himself once more.

He lights the cigarette, inhaling the smoke before puffing it out. With a sigh, the man looks at you, ever so calm, even at gunpoint. and states in a matter-of-fact tone, "You can't pull the trigger, Bella." You knew he could always perceive you like an open book; it was something he could always do.

"You can't pull it because you love me," he says, looking at you directly.

"Isn't that why you're taking your sweet time?" Dazai lightly taunted, taking another swing at the cigarette before throwing it to the ground.

"Who said I ever loved you to begin with?" you defended.

He took a step forward, placing his hands inside the pockets of his pants. "So all the times we spent together were nothing to you, Belladonna?" he frowned, yet something in his tone made you think he was looking down on you—or rather, almost not taking this situation as seriously as you are.

"Of course it was; that would be obvious to you already, no?" you bite back, yet Dazai had such audacity to only smile at your hostility. which ignited your anger even more: "I never loved you, and you never loved me; I know you were just using me; you deceived me; don't give me your pitiful excuses, Dazai."

Another step forward, and you backed away. "I never loved you?" He repeats what you said, almost as if he's stopping himself from laughing at your statement, as if you said something so horribly inaccurate that Dazai merely perceives it as a joke.

"I mean exactly what I said," you replied, only earning a chuckle from the man.

"You say I never loved you, yet you are the only person I've ever wholly entrusted my heart to; you say I never loved you when even though I knew about this plot of yours, I still stuck around." As each second passes, Dazai moves closer to you, which makes you alarmed, only gripping the gun harder than it should be, knuckles almost turning white.

You warned, "Stay back!"

Yet Dazai's brave; he knows how to get what he wants, and he wanted you.

"Don't you wonder what was going on in my mind every time we were together, knowing you had ulterior motives to get closer to me, yet I still accepted you wholly, for what can i do when what my brain says is not what my heart wanted to follow?" Dazai sighs, shaking his head.

"I don't care; I don't care about you! Everything I've worked hard for has led up to this; don't try and stop me, Dazai." Empty threats leave your mouth as Dazai seems to ignore your mild distress.

"Oh Bella. If only you knew just how much of a fumbling mess you've made me. You took my heart, yet I would gladly let you take more of me as you pleased. You've made a fool out of me, yet I'd play the jester in your story if it meant it would satisfy you."

"You tricked me into loving you!" you shouted through gritted teeth and a clenched fist, not thinking properly in your state as your eyes whip around to find something, anything, perhaps an escape route but

"Were you not the one who approached me with the intention of stealing my heart?" Dazai retorts. He always knew how to keep your eyes on him, and now that the gap between the two of you is gone, it almost feels like you are suffocating from how close he is and how much adrenaline is in your veins.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"My, Bella, if you were resolute on doing this then you would've shot me minutes ago. But look at where we are now. A point blank shot yet no bullets being fired at me," Dazai teases, placing his hand on top of the gun you held up, "quite a situation we have here, yes?"

You remained silent, dropping the gun on the floor as your hands shake from how hard you've clenched them, carving moons on your palms as you avoid Dazai's eyes, sorting your mind. You needed to kill him; that was what you'd been working for for so long. However, in a few words and touches, he already had you around his finger yet again.

And God, was it so annoying.

"You're so still; your face is like ice—what are you thinking?" He's gotten close enough to where he reaches to cup your face, as your shaky hands really couldn't muster the courage to shoot him as he says.

A held exhale leaves you: "What does anything you have to say matter, Dazai?" You bit your tongue before looking down: "If I fail now, everything that I've worked for and everything that I've been raised to do up until now would be… useless." You mutter as he merely observes you.

"What can a breaking heart do if it is left to choose between what it has known for so long and what it wants to love now?"

Dazai smiles at you with pity as he traces your jawline before tilting your head up to meet his eyes. They looked at you as if you were the night sky. Dazai has always given you such a soft look in your time together, directed only at you, and you would be lying if you said your stomach wasn't filled with butterflies—though whether it's from the adrenaline or from his lovelorn acts, you'd never know.

"Well, then I'll give you a choice, darling," Dazai starts.

"Shoot me and complete your mission. No one has to know of this ordeal, and you get to leave scot-free back to your organization." He pauses.

"However, when the time comes, you will find moonlit nights strangely empty because, when you call my name through them, there will be no answer. Always, your heart will be aching for my presence. You will see the moon, and it'll remind you of me, of us, of what we used to be and could've been."

"I don't-"

"Shh, I'm not done yet, Bella," he lightly warns, placing his index finger on his lips and chuckling before continuing on.

"Or, you could choose to follow me, stay as my lover, and join the Armed Detective Agency. If anyone from where you came from looks for you, we will do everything in our power to protect you. You have been interested in what we do in the agency; not only that, you are an ability user too, no?"

You gulped, biting on the inside of your cheeks as you pursed your lips at his question before giving an answer: "Yes, both of those are correct."

Dazai gives you a closed-eye smile and says, "Your eyes would have such a shine in them whenever I talked about the agency on our little dates. I bet they'd like you."

Your thoughts couldn't help but imagine what it would be like with the agency. You lightly smile at such a statement, and if Dazai picked up on it, which you assume he did, which he always does, unsurprisingly, he chose not to comment on it.

"So, Belladonna, what will your choice be?"

#☁️ aes’ musings #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x you

183 notes · View notes

gryfferin-gaybies · 1 month

Text

Prompt - sidewalk

"I hate you, Malfoy!" The words were out before Harry could stop them. He instantly wished to take them back.

In front of him stood his husband of only a few months, Draco Potter. He hadn't associated with the Malfoy name since the Second Wizarding War. Before he became a Potter, he and his mother had chosen to legally change their last names to her maiden name: Black. Harry hadn't called him Malfoy since they were boys, since they were enemies.

Draco flinched at Harry's outburst. His eyes began to well with tears, but his stare into Harry's eyes never wavered.

Harry shook his head slowly. "Draco, I-" he sputtered, "Draco I didn't—I wasn't—Dray, please." He wasn't even sure what he was trying to say. He just wanted to be able to unsay all of those words. He didn't mean it. Of course, he didn't mean it. It was just his anger talking. He loved Draco.

Draco held up a hand to stop Harry's babbling. With tears faintly beginning to fall down his cheeks, he offered a sad smile to Harry, nodded his head once, and made to walk out of their house. He didn't Apparate or take the Floo. He just walked himself to the front door intending to leave that way.

Harry ran after him, catching him in the entryway and grabbing his shoulder to spin him around so they were face to face. Tears had already began to stream down his face. Once he was looking into Draco's sad eyes he loosened his grip and slid his hand down Draco's arm to intertwine their fingers, grabbing his other hand to do the same. "Draco don't leave. Please." It was barely even a whisper.

"Harry, let me go." Draco's voice was gentle, more of a plea than a demand. It was like all of the anger that fueled their argument only moments before was gone without a trace now.

Harry was stubborn. Always had been. "No. I'm not letting you go. I'll never let you go because I love you." He lifted Draco's hands to kiss his knuckles. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I—"

"But you did mean it!" Draco yanked both of his hands out of Harry's grasp. Harry opened his mouth to protest but Draco continued with his outburst. "Maybe not just now, but you used to. You hated me! And I hated you too." His tears came more steadily. He swiped at them quickly on his cheeks, looking away from Harry, fidgeting with his wedding ring.

Harry took a step closer, putting them almost chest to chest, to catch his gaze again. "So what? What does it matter that we used to hate each other?"

"How can something good and healthy come from something so awful? How do you expect us to be happy together when our entire relationship is rooted in a place of anger?" He hung his head, looking altogether defeated as his gaze tracked the movement of his wedding band where he fiddled with it.

Harry lifted Draco's head with his index finger under his chin, bringing Draco's gaze to meet his own. "Our entire relationship isn't rooted in anger. It's rooted in forgiveness. Yes, we hated each other. Yes, we were awful little shits to each other. But you and I both know that we aren't those people anymore. We've grown. We've changed."

"But have we?" Draco whispered. "We still fight and argue all the time. Maybe we aren't capable of moving past that." His eyes bore into Harry's, searching for answers.

"You really think our disagreements are anything like what they used to be?"

"Well, no, but—"

"Of course not! Because we've changed." Harry continued at Draco's still unconvinced expression. "Couples argue. Hermione and Ron do, Pansy and Luna do, even Molly and Arthur argue sometimes." Harry held Draco's face in his palms, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "We're going to argue, Dray, but that's not a bad thing. It's not the same as how we used to argue and you know that."

"But—"

Harry shook his head to stop Draco's rebuttal. "Our history isn't great, sure. Hell, we were on opposite sides of an entire war. But that doesn't matter because what we have now does matter and it's good. We're good. We're like the grass that grows in the cracks of the sidewalk, alive and well despite everything that's been put on us."

There was a pause before Draco spoke again. "Yeah?" He sniffled, wide eyes looking at Harry with hope.

"This relationship is the good that came after the bad. The love I have for you now, Draco, isn't rooted in the hatred. It's rooted in the growth and the healing that we've both experienced. I don't love you because I used to hate you. I love you because you make me happy. I love you because you aren't the boy I used to know and despise," Harry said around a slight laugh. "I love you because of the man you are now. Our past doesn't affect how much I love you at all. It's just an obstacle for us to work around like the grass grows around the concrete."

Draco chuckled weakly in return. "I suppose you're right. Our love doesn't come from the hatred; it just came after it."

"Exactly. What we have is good. We are good and healthy, and I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you too." Draco pulled Harry in by his collar for a kiss. "No more fighting?" He rested their foreheads together, eyes closed, just enjoying the closeness.

"For now." Harry's grin was cheeky as he moved his hands from Draco's face to wrap around his waist.

"For now," Draco agreed with an affectionate roll of his eyes.

#draco x harry #harry potter #drarry fanfic #drarry #adult drarry #fanfic #microfic #drarry microfic #drarry angst #angst with a happy ending #arguements #married drarry #drarry fighting #drarry make up

27 notes · View notes

myork · 2 years

Text

9 Years Of BTS . (130613)

One word you associate with BTS or how they make you feel

As answered by my mutuals and followers ♡

Thank you so much to everybody who answered and shared your reasons with me <3 here are a few other explanations <3

"I'm a Christian and I was pretty scared of joining this fandom because I though I was going to be judged. But I wasn't–like, at all. This family is filled with the people I trust the most, because BTS and ARMY always got my back–And I'll always have theirs."

"if it was two words i would say big brothers because that's exactly what they are to me. a bit like the kuyas (a word in plural form in my native language used to refer to an older man with respect or for an older man in general like older brothers) i've never had. that's probably why i picked "family." i think it hits me hard because i don't have any siblings. also my mom is willing to adopt them and become their mom lol."

"they made me learn to love myself, and love life... <3"

"ive never seen such a tight-knit group honestly it’s like they’re all siblings. also each one of them are talented in their own way."

"I just feel like theyre rlly good role models for healthy communication and. idk they make me feel loveable/not alone with my mental health struggles."

"My sense of purpose. Life for me was eat, sleep, work until they inspire me to want to do and be more."

"Their music makes me so happy and almost always puts a smile on my face. Songs like Mikrokosmos and Anpanman and Butter especially just always make me grin. And then of course they release so much content that makes me smile. And interacting with other Army makes me smile too, its always nice to connect with someone over a shared love for BTS. Have you ever been so overcome/overwhelmed with happiness that you started laughing?? BTS makes me do that on a regular basis."

"for me bts is the representation of brotherhood/family. They have been together for more than 10 years, they have known each other so well, in other words, they are like brothers who support and love each other no matter what and i think that's sweet because in our society people tend to judge this kind of friendships by calling them "gay". However, you know what's the best thing? That they don't care about what people say about them, they still behave the same way with each other and that's what makes me love them even more."

"Basically like home. I know they're extremely chaotic but there's this sense of peace in my heart that I found them."

"Always make me swoon."

"There really is no better word for me to explain how those seven young men from South Korea make me feel. I don't feel any other band I followed/stan in the past years ever felt as comforting (and familiar, in a way) as BTS does. Whenever I feel like I'm about to fall into a bad mental state, or I'm bored/sad or I just want to distract myself from this real world, I listen to their music or watch a run bts episode or even a compilation of their best/funniest/most comforting moments and feel better. No matter what, they always manage to make me smile and bring me the same comfort I would feel as my closest friend hugged me for hours."

"they were there for me through some really hard times, i don't know what i would've done without them."

"i’m a baby army (got interested in them after grammys 2022) and i haven’t been this happy in a while, watching random yt videos of them, listening to their songs and their meaning. for me it’s like a ray of sunshine everytime. i don’t have army friends yet so i can’t have pretty much no one to talk abt this so i just make my friends/bf listen to my daily rants about them haha"

"because they make me happy."

"BTS encourages me to love myself. BTS loves me and other ARMY even without meeting most of us. They love us so much that they tell us to stop listening to their music, watching their videos, etc. and go do important things like homework, work, or spending time with family and friends. BTS loves us so much that they want to give all ARMYs a free concert. BTS loves us so much that they post little updates of their lives when they know we're missing them. BTS loves us so much that they use us to love themselves. BTS loves us so much that they call us their best friends, their butterflies, and their stars. BTS loves us so much that they've created a community of people who respect each other like brothers and sisters even if they don't know each other personally (ARMY). BTS' love has created social movements for change and has donated so much money for the greater good. This love is truly pure and genuine, and I have never felt such a love from someone so far away, never mind from an artist to a fan. It doesn't matter that we're hemispheres apart, because I feel like they are with me and I am with them. This love is why BTS makes me feel loved."

438 notes · View notes

nights-flying-fox · 1 year

Text

finding your stellar association

Moving Group, also called a Stellar Association.

A loose grouping of stars which travel together through space.

On their first trip to Earth, the brothers find a lost part of their family.

✨️ Click here to read on AO3 ♡

🌙 Celestial AU by @ashwii

☄️ 2,916 words || rottmnt au

☀️ based on/inspired by this ask

"I don't think this is working." Raph whispered.

"You kidding? This is working just fine!" Leo replied.

"I'm pretty sure people noticed something's off." Raph said, glancing around.

"Relaaaax big guy, just enjoy our trip in the city that never sleeps." Leo said in a laid back manner.

Raph sighed but said nothing more as Leo stepped forward, taking the lead and turning to face his brothers as he walked backward. "Raph, please, if someone had suspected anything, we wouldn't be walking around freely like that." He pointed out. "Also even if they did, we'd still be fine. We're immortal!"

"Somewhat immortal." Donnie corrected him without looking away from the scenery around them. The skyscrapers and the giant screens with bright lights had magnified Donnie. They never had the chance to see them like this from their home. Though Leo understood his enthusiasm and shared it a bit, he was still bitter seeing the light pollution.

"It's almost the same thing." Leo shrugged. "What matters right now is our perfect surprise to April."

"We'll blow her mind!" Mikey exclaimed as he jumped by Leo's side. He wrapped one arm around Leo's shoulders and began walking backward as well.

"Definitely, her expression will be priceless." Leo grinned.

Raph swiftly scooped them up, holding them from their shells with ease, while being careful to not rip their clothes. He didn't want to lose time by going through another search for clothes that would fit and hide their... well, whole situation. "Will you two stop walking so carelessly? You'll trip and fall into a sewer or something." He scolded them. "This isn't space, this is New York."

"Thanks for the reminder, Raph."

He glared at Leo, knowing well he could see Raph's expression even though shadows covered his face thanks to his hoodie. Without thinking twice, he dropped Leo and kept walking with Mikey in his left hand.

While Leo yelped, Mikey cheered, "Free ride!"

Donnie ignored his twin as he kept walking, other than snorting at his fall. "Raph, are you sure we're on the right track?" Then he asked, eyes still glued to everything around them.

"Yeah, I have seen her walking to her apartment. More than once." The eldest replied, thinking of the days he'd try to make his friend's tiring days better with the perfect sunny weather.

"I know, and I saw her walking to her apartment too during some nights-"

"Don't underestimate yourself, Dee. We all know it's not just nights but days too, as our dear insomniac brother." His twin cut him with a smirk.

"Shut up, Leo." Donnie glared at him. "You are as guilty as I am. Anyways, what I was saying is that seeing the planet like this" -he gestured at himself to emphasize his point- "is much different than the way we watched this planet from up there."

"I know, but trust me we're not lost." Raph said.

"I trust you, Raph, but I was thinking maybe using public transport for our favors wouldn't be bad." Donnie offered.

Ah, so this is what he actually wants, Raph thought. "We're not using the subway."

"But Raph-"

"We can explore human things later." Raph stated. "Our priority is finding April. Then we can do whatever we want."

Donnie huffed but didn't say anything else. He had gotten distracted by something else once again quickly. Raph kept an eye on him, just like how he kept an eye on Leo and Mikey too. This was their first time on Earth's surface, so it was better to be careful. Something his brothers were not good at doing. He constantly had to be sure that Donnie didn't steal something that caught his attention, Mikey didn't accidentally trip and fall, and Leo-

Raph gave a startled yelp with the sudden weight on his shell. He turned quickly, only to see Leo. "What in the name of Venus are you doing on my back?"

"Simple, I wanted a free ride too." Leo answered as if it was the most normal thing ever. "No fire shell means possibly perfect traveling spot."

"Is it comfortable?" Mikey asked.

"Yep." Leo answered.

"I bid for the next shell ride." Mikey announced.

Raph rolled his eyes. Leo's weight was barely noticeable now. He kinda liked it, even. It wasn't like he could hold his brothers close before, and just like Leo mentioned, his shell wasn't on fire, and he wasn't ablaze like in his actual form-

His eyes grew with realization.

Raph, the celestial being and protector of the Sun, could hug his brothers with no issue like this.

And his first victim was Donnie. He pulled Donnie into a hug with his free arm, causing his brother to yelp with confusion. He also pulled Mikey into a proper hug. The two brothers looked at him confusedly, while Raph smiled widely. Leo had a knowing smile on his face and wrapped his arms around his big brother's neck.

"What's happening?" Donnie asked, trapped in Raph's arms.

"That's called hugging, Donnie." Leo informed helpfully.

"I know that, I don't understand why now we're hugging."

"Because this hug is different." Raph said happily. "No eclipse, no melting, no burning."

Donnie and Mikey's faces lightened up with realization.

Mikey immediately wrapped his arms around Raph's arm, "You're a genius!" he exclaimed. Donnie gave an offended gasp, and Leo laughed with joy. He wasn't sure if the happiness was simply because he enjoyed his brothers' antics or because of Raph's infectious (literally, considering how Leo could feel his emotions sometimes) joy.

They had forgotten they were standing on the pavement until someone bumped at them. To be fair they were taking the back streets to be sure no one noticed them, hiding in the shadows. And yet, Raph looked down only to be met with a really short person.

"Oh, pardon me." Raph apologized, stepping back. He didn't notice the trash bins behind him, which he (and his brothers) fell into.

The stranger only could watch as the boys immediately squirmed out of the trash pile. Leo's face was in disgust, Donnie looked like he was going to throw up, and Mikey casually shook all the trash off him. Raph groaned at the smell, "April will not like this surprise."

They all seemed to have forgotten about their disguise and about the stranger until they heard a weak whisper:

"My sons?.."

The brothers, with a mix of panic and confusion, suddenly remembered the stranger. After a second of silence, "Excuse me, what?" Leo asked.

"How... what..?" The man whispered again, looking as confused as they were.

"Sir, I think you're mixing us up with someone else." Raph said, trying to stay calm.

"Definitely, with some other teenagers with greenish skin-" Donnie started but couldn't finish when Leo elbowed and glared at him. "-which is certainly because of all of this trash. Definitely." Donnie quickly added, trying to save the situation.

"You're turtles." The stranger stated.

"See, you ruined everything." Leo glared at Donnie.

"It's you who doesn't have his hoodie anymore." The twin with the purple moon-themed hoodie retorted.

Leo gasped and looked at himself, realizing that Donnie was right.

Mikey giggled while Raph tried hard to not push them back to the trash bin.

"You..." The small man's whispers turned to soft sobs, gaining their attention again.

Now, they may be celestial beings in disguise of mortals (kind of) with great power, but when it came to comforting a stranger, the only thing the boys could do was stare at him or look at each other in hopes someone knew what exactly to do.

In short, they didn't know what to do.

Mikey walked towards the man, putting a hand on his shoulder, "There, there..." he said comfortingly. Then turned to his brothers in a scolding manner, "I can't believe you guys made an old man cry!"

"O-old man?!" The stranger stuttered in an offended way, turning his head to face Mikey.

That was when Mikey saw that the man was not exactly a man, but a rat... rat-man? He gasped, "OMIGOSH ARE YOU LIKE US?"

"What do you mean like- IS HE A RAT?" Raph said, maybe a little too loudly, once he joined Mikey's side.

Both were hit in the face with the rat-man's tail. "You boys need a lesson on manners." He scolded as he wiped his tears. Then he smiled softly, looking at each of them one by one, "But I think it is right to say I am like you. Sort of."

"What, no, how? We never heard of another celestial being. We've been around for years! There is no way I or Leo or any of us could miss out on someone else out there." Donnie circled the man, no more uncomfortable around him. Instead, his eyes shined with interest toward the new information and person.

"Celestial beings? Oh, no, boys. You are wrong." The stranger shook his head with a sheepish smile.

"Then what are you?" Donnie asked.

"A mutant."

"What's a mutant?" Mikey asked this time.

"Me, and you?"

"No, we're not mutants. We'd know if we were mutants." Leo said, getting more and more confused by the passing seconds.

"Then what are you?" The rat-man asked, raising a brow.

"Uh, celestial beings. Protectors of space stuff." Leo answered. "You know... stars, moon, sun, comets..."

The stranger looked at them as if they had grown another head. He looked confused, then like he was grieving, and then strangely relieved. Finally, he sighed. "We can talk about it later. Now, I believe I never introduced myself. I am Splinter."

Raph shook his hand. "I am Raph, this is Mikey," -Mikey waved- "Leo," -Leo smiled- "and Donnie." -Donnie nodded.

"Nice to meet you, boys." Splinter smiled. Something told Leo that smile hid more emotions.

"Since we have met, may you explain why you called us your sons now?" Donnie interrupted.

All the eyes turned to Splinter, awaiting an answer. He was clearly hurt, but also there was a small piece of joy sparkling in his eyes. "Of course, but it would be better if we talked about it somewhere else." He looked around him. Right, they were still standing on the pavement. "Somewhere safer would be much better."

For some reason, Raph trusted him. Something about the way he looked at them, the way he talked... it was comforting. Almost familiar. Almost. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I know somewhere we could talk." He said. "A friend... I bet she wouldn't mind."

☆☆☆

"You brought a stranger?!" April whisper-yelled.

"I wouldn't call him a stranger." Leo said, looking back at the living room his brothers and Splinter were chilling in.

"Leo, you literally met the guy half an hour ago!"

He turned his attention back to her, "Look. I know it sounds weird, but I feel like I know this guy."

She huffed, leaning on the kitchen counter. "It does sound weird, Leonardo."

Eugh boy, she's using full names.

"Maybe he is just a guy you saw while watching Earth on a nice night."

"No, April, this is different." Leo insistent. "Way too different."

April looked towards the living room, "I can't believe you manage to come for a visit with a 'trick' you figured out and on your first trip you end up befriending a stranger who calls you his sons and bring him into my apartment ." She looked back at him tiredly. "Have you ever heard of 'stranger danger' by any chance?"

"Aww, come on April. You're happy that we are here, aren't you? So what if we got company, it's fine." He pulled her into a side hug. "If he does anything bad, we can handle it."

"If he does anything bad, I am throwing you all out of my window." She stated.

"Isn't it a bit brutal?"

"With my bat." She added.

"Gee, okay, okay." Leo moved away with his hands up. "You win. Now, can we listen to his tale?"

April sighed, "Alright. Let's hear what rat-man has to say."

Leo beamed with a wide grin.

"And you better take a bath, you all stink!" She gagged as they walked towards the living room.

"Priorities, April. Priorities." Leo sang.

She rolled her eyes.

In the living room, Splinter was sipping from the tea April had offered him. A stranger he may be, he still was her guest. Meanwhile, the boys had sat on the couch, facing Splinter, who sat on the chair. There was an awkward quiet in the room, but Leo wouldn't call it an uncomfortable one.

"Alright, we all are here and ready." Leo announced, sitting on the couch's arm. April leaned against the wall, standing next to him. "You can start your tale."

Splinter took a breath. Then he began talking. He talked about the years he fought as a movie star and then as a Battle Nexus champion (whatever that meant, the boys didn't know). He told them how a yokai-

"What's a yokai?" Mikey interrupted, gaining a shush! from the others. Yet Splinter explained to them that the yokai were people who looked similar to them since birth.

Then he continued to explain that a yokai named Draxum caused the whole mess. "He wanted to mutate… mutate four turtles." Splinter said, words as if they hurt him physically, grimaced. It wasn't hard to guess this memory was painful for him. "You." He gestured at them. "He believed with my DNA, you'd be the perfect warriors. For what, I do not know exactly. I disagreed and fought against him. Things… got out of control pretty fast." He looked down at his hands. There was a moment of silence. None of the boys or April talked, giving him the time to gain the strength to continue.

Finally, Splinter talked again, "I ended up like this. A mutant."

"And the turtles?" Mikey asked.

"They… they didn't make it out… alive." Splinter shut his teary eyes tightly. Then he opened them to look at the celestials with a new emotion. "At least, I thought so until tonight."

"But how can we be them?" Donnie questioned. "It doesn't make sense."

"I'd recognize you no matter what. I don't know how, but you're them. Even your names, they're the same." Splinter's voice was excited, and he smiled widely. "Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo. The names of the four Renaissance painters."

"You're telling me you named mutated turtles after Renaissance painters?" Leo asked with a smile.

"Yes, for reasons. But that's unimportant. What is important is, do you know how you got your names?" Splinter leaned towards the boys with determined eyes. He knew he could prove the truth. He had to.

Leo opened his mouth and then closed it. Noticing he had no answer, he turned to Raph. He was the oldest of them, he'd know this, right? But Raph looked as lost as he was.

"I never thought how we always knew our names actually." Raph revealed. "I just knew mine and yours my whole life."

"See? And I believe you have some knowledge of fighting, correct?" Splinter asked.

April answered instead of them this time, "Surprisingly, they know some fighting moves." Then she turned to them. "You never explained where you learned them or how you ended up with your weapons."

Raph looked lost once again. "Fighting is more of an instincts thing." He admitted.

"But our weapons are inspired by our observation of humans." Mikey chimed in.

"What even this has to do with all of this?" Donnie turned to Splinter.

"Draxum created you using my DNA so he could have the perfect fighters." Splinter explained. "The perfect warriors." He repeated.

"And you're a fighter, right." Donnie was putting the pieces together, still unbelievingly.

"See? How else would I know all of that?" Splinter laughed, even though his boys looked uncertain.

Until Mikey's face lit up with realization as if he remembered something he had forgotten, a memory buried deep down. Something from a long time ago. "You are the one that wished for a chance for his lost sons." He gasped. Everyone turned to look at him. "Please, give them another chance in life. Let their souls live the life they deserved, and..."

"... wherever they are, let them be happy." Splinter finished with tears in his eyes once again. "Raphael, Donatello, Leonardo, Michelangelo, my sons."

The gap between the silence and loud exclamations was no longer than a millisecond.

Mikey ran and hugged Splinter, holding him tightly. Raph was laughing while Donnie smiled and teared up, and Leo was speaking about how he couldn't believe all of this.

"First we get a sister," He gestured to April, who in return smiled at him with equal excitement, "and now a dad! What are the chances of this?"

"Life's full of surprises." April sang.

Leo grinned at her. "It sure is."

He suddenly got pulled into the hug with April by none other than the eldest turtle. Donnie was already a part of it, and Leo could see how he seemed to like it.

And while none of them said, the boys felt something missing in their lives being filled. They knew the hug was right. Being together with Splinter- their dad!- and April was right. This was right. They knew it.

That night the stars glowed brighter, and so did the moon. There was an unexpected comet passing by Earth. The next morning the sun had never been this bright and warm, yet not tiringly hot. It was like everything was right. Everything was perfect.

#its short but i think i wrote good?#i like how it turned out :] hope you'll like it too #this au makes me very happy #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt celestial au #what was my writing tag again???#uh oh #i forgor #im either too good with titles or too bad if you cant tell #ooh also yeah new fic format bc i want my posts to be pretty hehe #aaand im rabling in tags again bye ✨️#hurt/comfort #maybe???#it gets emotional #fluff #Implied/Referenced Character Death #but not really #nighty write y

87 notes · View notes