#and I didn’t want to be caught off my guard while dog walking

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Hopeless Romantic! König <3

Summary: Hopeless Romantic König who meets you at a park and finds love at first sight to be true. You two enjoy a cute date until he takes you home and gives you one last treat ;)

Words: 2342

Warnings: 18+, overstim, König eats F!Reader out, fingering, fluff to smut, praise, cute romance, squirting, certified munch König !!

He feels like an idiot standing there in the scenic park, awkwardly holding a bouquet of fresh pink roses. He’d picked them out specially for her, and took the time to sprinkle glitter onto the beautiful petals, but it was all for nothing. All his effort went to waste as the poor guy got stood up.

Wallowing in his own shame, he barely noticed someone yelling in the distance until it got closer. He finally snapped out of his trance to see a dog running straight at him. He bent down and stopped the panting golden retriever, caught off guard but smiling and petting it.

“Rover! Oh thank gosh…” He thought it might be the angels themselves speaking when he heard that voice, but he looked up to see nothing but a beautiful woman with a relieved expression. Looking at her closely, he figured perhaps he was looking at an angel.

“Thank you for stopping him, he just runs straight off whenever I let him off leash.” You apologized breathlessly.

König smiled, and found himself forgetting the failed date entirely as he got lost in your eyes. “It’s not a problem, he’s quite adorable.” He responded, and he noticed your eyes widen the tiniest bit at his unfamiliar accent.

“C’mere Rovey,” You cooed, and König’s heart pounded in his chest. The dog trotted straight into your arms and sat still while you hooked the leash back onto his collar. Gosh, what König would give for your sweet voice to be directed onto him like that. 

König stood up and you followed suit after making sure your pooch’s collar was secure, and he didn’t miss the way your jaw dropped when you noticed his towering height. Seriously, what are they feeding this man??

You blushed and suddenly felt shy in the presence of this not only polite but incredibly tall man. He was handsome too, with alluring blue eyes that stared at you with such intensity you had to look away. 

Only then did you notice the fallen bouquet.

“Oh! Is this yours? I’m so sorry, did Rover knock it out of your hands-“ you apologized profusely and picked the shimmering bouquet up, handing it back to him. He didn’t give a flying fuck about the fact it fell on the ground tho, he didn’t even notice since he’d been so focused on staring at you.

He shook his head and didn’t bother taking it out of your hands. “No no, no worries. I uhm…I don’t even need it anymore anyways, my date didn’t show up.” He admited with a sigh.

He regretted telling you the moment your expression turned upset. “That’s horrible, I’m sorry.” You muttered sadly, and he felt the desperate need to make you smile again.  “Well this is beautifully made, too bad I couldn’t have been your date.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood but being completely honest.

He stared down at you and blushed as well, “You don’t mean that.” He denied.

“but I do! I would give anything for someone to put this much effort into something just for me.” You admitted, smiling up at him and giggling until you noticed his expression seemed serious.

“Anyone who hasn’t already is a mad man.” He said with a genuine smile, and took the bouquet out of your hands only to offer it back to you. “Little—Rover, was it?—seems to want to explore the park. So, why don’t we all go for a stroll Ja? Rover, me, and…..” He trailed off, so you told him your name.

“And you are?”

“König.” He announced, his addicting accent shining through when he said it.

“Well König…..I don’t see why not.” You accepted his offer and the flowers with a gentle smile that he found himself wanting to see for the rest of his life.

His awful day just got a whole lot better. 

You both spent the day walking around the lovely park, with you having to take twice as many steps just to catch up, which only proved to make him cackle. You admired the ponds and threw sticks for Rover, trusting that König and his long legs could catch up to the hound if he ran too far. He told you about how Austrians typically love to walk everywhere, and you followed up with about a hundred questions about his home country. You even got ice cream, which gave König all types of thoughts when he watched you wipe off the dripping white cream from your lips. He assumed you didn’t notice his stare and flushed cheeks, but you definitely did. Not so much of a gentleman now, hm?

Finally, when it was dark and the park became quiet you both decided to head home. When exchanging numbers you mentioned how you had to walk back to your house since you walked here with your pup earlier in the day for exercise, and König was not having any of that.

“Nein, it’s much too dangerous at night.” he shook his head, leaving no room for argument. “I will give you and your golden a ride home, it’s not a problem.” 

“Really König, it’s okay. I don’t want Rovers hair getting all over your seats.” You whined.

“And I don’t want you getting kidnapped off the side of the street Maus, which sounds worse to you?” He asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

You tried to argue but came up with nothing and sighed in defeat. “Fine, I’ll let you be annoyingly nice….” You pouted, and he laughed while opening the door for Rover to jump in the back—probably a sign you need a more protective dog if he didn’t even hesitate going in somewhere unfamiliar—and the passenger door for you. 

You gave him directions like his own little passenger princess, looking tiny in the truck that must’ve been specially made to fit someone as giant as him. You dreaded the moment when he pulled into your driveway meaning you two had to part. You’d only met him a few hours ago, yet it felt like you’ve known him for years.

“Have a good night, liebling.” He got out to help you let Rover out and walk you to your door, but before he could turn around to head back to his truck you stopped him. “Actually, would you like to come in?” You offered, setting down the flowers on your counter and smiling suggestively.

He turned beet red like he did at the ice cream stand, but nodded quickly. You giggled and grabbed his hand to drag him inside, pressing your lips together as soon as the front door was closed and Rover was sleeping further away in the middle of the kitchen floor. (Don’t get nasty infront of your pets guys!! They can get scarred for life too ok 😣)

“Jump.” He ordered, and you did as he said and leaped into the air. He caught you with ease, hands grabbing onto the back of your thighs and squeezing the soft flesh. 

He stumbled around for a moment, overly  caught up in your make out session but eventually finding your bedroom. He dropped you flat on your back on the bed, kissing at your neck and seeing which spots got the biggest reactions out of you to start sucking hickeys into.

You moaned and writhed, begging him to do something, and like the gentleman he is, he decided to help you out and tugged down your bottoms, rubbing circles onto your clit through your panties. 

He grabbed your ankles and tugged you to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide for him to fit his broad shoulders between. He bit and sucked deep purple marks into your sensitive thighs, watching them writhe in his grasp. 

“König- fuck, please!” You begged, tho you weren’t even completely sure what you were begging for.

“What is it Maus? Tell me what you need.” He asked while pressing kisses up your thigh, leaving love-bites dangerously close to where you needed his mouth most.

“Want…..want your mouth on me. Or your fingers or- ngh! Anything please König- please!” You cried out, already begging pathetically for his touch.

With a devilish smirk he finally tugged down your panties. You clenched around nothing at the cold air and the look of admiration in his eyes as he stared down your cunt. 

“Such a pretty pussy….” he mumbled, “all this just for me sweetheart?” He asked, gathering your slick on his fingers. 

You turned your neck and buried your face in your pillow in embarrassment but he just reached up to grab your chin and turned you to look at him. “Eyes on me.” 

Finally satisfied with your pretty eyes gazing down at him, König delved into your cunt, gripping your thighs and shoving you impossibly closer like he wanted to devour you whole.

Your moans and choked out whines served as fuel for him while he ate you out like a man starved, his big hooked nose bumping into your clit making you shake and arch your back off the soft sheets.  

He dives his tongue into your entrance to fully taste you, and the satisfied hum he releases vibrates in your core and leaves you a leaking, panting mess as he licks you up like your the last bit of water on the Sahara ground.

 He licks a stripe up your pussy until he gets to your clit and starts sucking on it. He’s shameless to the sloppy wet sounds he’s making while he rolls the engorged bud on his tongue and prods a thick finger at your hole. You squirm at how big just the one is—about the size of at least two of yours, maybe more—but you welcome it in with a loud moan of his name. You were already dangerously close by the time he had his mouth on you, but the feeling of just one of his thick fingers slamming into you while he starts to tease another in has you crying out to the stars and cumming all over his hand. 

“That’s it schatz….just like that, mein gott you look so gorgeous when you’re cumming, Ich möchte für immer zwischen deinen Schenkeln bleiben.” He praised you, still pumping his two fingers into your clenching cunt to ride out your high for as long as possible. 

He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, leaning down to lick up any of your arousal that spilled onto your thighs. When you finally opened your eyes you noticed him staring at you darkly, and the expression made heat pool in your gut.

“W-what?” You asked, half nervous-half turned on. You went to close your legs but he gripped your marked up thighs and laid your legs over his shoulders to have even better access to your soaked cunny.

“Oh we’re not even close to done prinzessin.” He announced with a smirk before sinking three fingers straight back into your pussy, fully intent on making you squirt for him.

You gasped and nearly choked on your words, “wha-y hah-“ you moaned and twitched in overstimulation until he slowed. 

“Tell me to stop.” It was a question; not an order.

Tears leaked down your flushed cheeks but you gasped out; “keep going” and he smiled, the whole bottom half of his face dripping. He wasted no time diving straight back in, inhaling your scent. “Mit Vergnügen, mein bedürftiges kleines Häschen.” He mumbled into your clit, not even bothering to speak English anymore as he knew your fucked out brain could barely comprehend anything. Four of his large digits split you open, grinding and prodding farther into you than you could ever reach on your own. Without much time he found that sensitive bundle of nerves, and you didn’t fail to let him know when you cried out and scratched at your sheets, chanting his name like a mantra.

“König- ah- KönigKönigKönigKönigpleasefuck- pleasepleaseKönig plea- hah . .!..” You moaned, fisting the sheets desperately.

He relentlessly abused that spot, slamming his fingers into you over and over and teasing your folds with the other hand. He messily sucked on your clit, circling it with his tongue like a lollipop, using every part of himself for your pleasure.

“Come on my gorgeous liebling, mein diamant, mein perfekter Schatz, come for me. Squirt all over my fingers.” He begged, voice whiny and muffled into your pussy while he continued his relentless assault on your puffy cunt. 

“Kö….gonna- fuck m’gonna-“ You managed to stutter out  the warning between moans.

“Go on hase, let go. I’ve got you, go ahead.” He encouraged, ravishing your sweet cunny until you were squirting all over his face with a choked out scream, whole body trembling. You were stuck between running away from the burning pleasure and shoving yourself closer, but luckily you didn’t have to decide as he had you pinned down, groaning into your pussy.

Your vision went blank for a few moments, but you came back when you felt him still lapping lazily at your folds until you were whining and shoving him away. He pouted but stood up to fall onto the bed beside you, pulling your spent body into him and engulfing you like you were a teddy bear.

You giggled and pressed a kiss onto his glistening lips, tasting yourself on them. “Not to sound like a jerk or anything, but I’m glad you got stood up.” You joked.

“Mm, I agree. That was the best, most unplanned date I’ve ever been on.” He bantered back with a cheeky grin. 

You rolled your eyes, but then smiled sincerely. “Yeah, it was. I’m really glad I met you Kö.”

His pupils dilated adorably, like a kid seeing a candy store for the first time. “Me too, schatz.”

The two of you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, but not before you muttered, 

“By the way, that other girl is missing out. You eat pussy like a champ.” 

“You could call me a certified munch.” He bounced back, and your jaw dropped.

. . . Translations:

౨ৎ Ja = Yes, Nein = No

♡ Maus = Mouse 

౨ৎ Liebling = Darling

♡ Schatz = Treasure

౨ৎ Mein gott = My gosh

♡ Ich möchte für immer zwischen deinen Schenkeln bleiben = I want to stay between your thighs forever (goals 😋)

౨ৎ Prinzessin = Princess 

♡ Mit Vergnügen, mein bedürftiges kleines Häschen = With pleasure, bunny

౨ৎ Mein diamant = My diamond

♡ Mein perfekter schatz = My perfect treasure 

౨ৎ Hase = Bunny 

Quick tip: Depending on what device you use, If you highlight the text there should be an option to quickly translate! It’s a lot easier than having to go to Google/Safari/etc to search it up :))

Thank you so much for reading !! It’s 3:00 in the morning rn so I apologize if it’s not very well written :C :C

This is just a sweet little thing to prepare you guys for the FILTHY blurb coming soon 😇😇 get ready!!

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[cranberryjuice-posts]

- out of my league -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Hecate! Reader

Based on - out of my league

An - im having the worst fucking migraines ever

You silently closed your window. “Ready?” You smiled over at clarisse who quietly nodded. Both of you wearing warm clothing as it was getting cold out.

“Got the money?” She asked adjusting the spear that was on her back. “Yup!” Confirming the previous question by holding up your wallet. “Common Let’s get going before we’re caught” you chuckled grabbing clarisses arm leading her into the woods.

You and clarisse had been friends for a few years. Both arriving at camp and being claimed around the same time you both grew close. In most scenarios ares kids didn’t really hang out with minor kids Espically the Hecate group, but that never stopped you both.

Clarisse liked you. She knew she did, she always had. You were the complete opposite of her, kind calm considerate.. that’s what made you both the perfect pair.

For the past few weeks clarisse had been trying to ask you out on a date. From trying to get you to go on a walk with her after the bonfire to picking strawberries with her. every time the idea came though up she was never able to actually ask the question.

What she didn’t expect was for you to ask her on a mid night run to a gas station a mile down the road. Clarisse quickly agreed and now found herself here

Reaching the edge of the camp you chuckled some. “Ready” you smiled, Walking out the camp border.

Taking a deep sigh clarisse stepped through the border and followed you down the road.

——

The walk there was entertaining. Clarisse getting threatened by the smallest of noises think they were a monster thus making you laugh.

Deciding to play 21 questions, the daughter of ares took a minute to think of her final question for you. “All right uh.. Why do you like the night so much” she shrugged her shoulders

“Really that’s your question” You laughed, however taking note of clarisses serious face you rolled your eyes. “I guess the reason why I like the night so much is because nyx and Hecate used the darkness as a way to help viel women and witches who were running away so they wouldn’t be caught.. it’s comforting in a way especially after I ran away” you smiled while shrugging your shoulders. Before clarisse could respond You changed the topic at hand

“Oh! There it is” you happily smiled grabbing clarisses Hand without realizing it leading her inside he glowing seven eleven.

Almost immediately you made your way down to the slushy machine. “Here try it” You handed the coke flavored drink over. The daughter of ares looked suspicious but took a sip of the drink. “Only shit”

“I know!”

Being at camp since you were barley 10 it made you learn to appreciate the smaller things in life. Walking towards the back of the store You took an elaborate pair of shades off the rack“How do these sunglasses Look on me”

“Like an idiot”

“Rude”

“You wanted me to be honest”

Rolling your eyes dramatically you set the glasses onto clarisse smiling as they made her look equally as dumb. “There now we’re both idiots” both of your faces were close, if either of you leaned forward your would be kissing. Gently patting her cheeks you walked away down yet another isle trying to ignore your burning cheeks.

——

Now walking up to the counter with an assortment of candies, chips, two slushies, multiple sodas and three hotdogs you payed the fee and walked out with clarisse following in suit.

Looking over you saw the normally strong guard girl smiling as she ate her hotdog. “Oh is clarisse smiling?” You teased.

“Shut up” she chuckled gently bumping her hip into yours. “Only if you tell me what’s got you in a good mood”

After some back and forth clarisse eventually agreed. “When I was younger My mom like you know she was in the army, when we were moving around the country and going to school to school my mom would stop at gas-stations and get me some comfort foods one being a Hot Dog” she sarcastically admitted. You hummed happily looking down at your long finished snack. “When we’re older and leave camp the first thing I wanna do is meet your mom”

It was like the world stopped for clarisse.. you.. you wanted to meet her mom. “Why that’s stupid”

“Not Everything is stupid clarisse, and not everything has to have some elaborate reason.” Giving her a playful dirty look you chuckled as she gently shoved you.

—

Growing closer to the boarder of camp halfblood, your slushys long discarded and half the bag of food eaten you decided to run ahead some. However one you entered the general forest area near camp you stepped in the wrong spot at the wrong moment.

Almost immediately you were tackled to the ground with a monster one you couldn’t identity in the dark towering over you, the gross slobber is dripping down your face you tried to push it off with no avail.

The next thing you heard was clarisse screaming as she stabbed the monster. “Don’t fucking touch her!” She yelled. You were trying to collect your breath as the wind was knocked out of you. Standing up some you balanced on clarisse, watching the monster disgenerate you looked up worried.

“Shit Are You ok” she quickly questioned grabbing your face, taking off her jacket she started to clean the slobber and blood off of your face. “I’m fine, hey look see I’m not bleeding it was probably just a hound sniffing around.. I’ll be ok” you grabbed the nervous girls wrist while trying to help her calm down.

Clarisse Just nodded in response. “Let’s get back to camp” she sighed, grabbing the two plastic bags off the ground she held your hand, refusing to let it go until you were inside the border.

——

Once at the Hermes cabin clarisse helped you silently open the window. Climbing inside you groaned, after the attack you had pulled a muscle in your back.

“It still hurts” she asked worried. Nodding you gave her a forgetful frown. Watching as she started to walk away you decided to tease her some. “Where are you going?”

“Bed. It’s 3am”

“So you’re really leaving without a goodbye kiss?”

“And Why would i do That” she stopped, turning around with a currious look “Because you like me” you quickly responded with a charming smile.

“I- I do not I don’t know where—“

“Yes you do. And it’s ok because I like you to”

Her shocked expression made you laugh once again, muttered a small spell you pulled the girl back over to the window. Leaning down out you kissed her softly. Clarisses arms were tied down to her side with your spell, but you found it amusing how she still tried her best to kiss you back.

Pulling away you undid the spell and finger waved at clarisse while closing the window. “Wait! YN you can’t do—!”

“Goodnight clarisse” You sarcastically teased blowing her a kiss before completely shutting the window

“Yn!!” She finally yelled.. clarisse rubbed her eyes, what the hell was she going to do with you.

Clarisse - So We’re dating

Y/n - yes

Clarisse - ok.. im ok with that

Y/n - *raising an eyebrow* everything ok clarisse

Clarisse - *standing with a hand over her mouth and looking down critically* yup

——

#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse larue #clarisse my beloved #percy jackson show #clarisse x female reader #butch clarisse #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you #pjo show #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Hello! I really love your works sm, can i request a sfw or nsfw head cannons of the angels from WHB? Thank you!!

I’m so glad you liked them!! So I’m tryna write the angels as best I can Gabriel is the only one I’ve met outside of a event, I’ve seen the other two in the Halloween event! I like em but ngl they have…unique kinks I needed to google hifth

I hope you enjoy!!

Over all cw: blaspheme (I think?? ((Angels worshiping you)), death (not main characters), abuse of power

Sfw/nsft hcs on Angels!

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Gabriel

Cw: inappropriate boners,

He basically a guard dog standing over your shoulder 24/7 to keep you safe, he calls you his ‘Lord/Lady/Highness’ and has an army of angels who think the same of you

He’s not very affectionate but if you just say ‘hold me/my hand’ or ‘kiss me’ he’d do it in a heart beat. As his God he only wants you pleased

He’s a terrible cook and somehow steals food and is terrifying good at getting away with it (it must be an angel thing??) he dosent even lie saying he made it, he’s just vague where it came from (only once have you caught him in the act and you made him apologize, but the person gave him the food regardless)

He dust a lot in your home and you cant help but notice the ‘home made’ duster he ‘found’ has feathers matching his wings…

Nsft

Canon Kink: Hierophilia; deriving sexual pleasure from religion, religious places and objects as well as find the act itself religious

He enjoys watching you participate in religious activities…maybe too much. He also finds pleasure in treating you as his god.

You jokingly thought of making him go to church, only for him to jump at the chance. He lowkey regretted it when you didn’t touch him, and made him stay squirming in his seat instead of helping him get off. He for whatever reason thought you’d let him jerk off or would touch him yourself as you were holy, nothing you did was wrong but…touching himself in this place is

You’ve actually caught him touching himself to you praying before, he got bashful upon getting caught but you swear you’ve heard him doing it after that, you just don’t catch him in the act (though you’ve caught him awkwardly standing by and adjusting himself)

He’s got a adorablely small and sensitive cock and he genuinely doesn’t need it touched to cum, roll it between your fingers for a few minutes and he’s trembling as he spills out all his cum

Michael

Cw: murder, inappropriate boners

He’s strict with everyone around you, but not you, in his eyes you are the law since he serves only you, you cant do wrong

He’s terrible if you have guest, he demands they now to you and though he’ll settle if you tell him to, he watches them like a hawk and makes sure nothing gets out of hand

You see that leash? If you get mad and pull on it, he will calm down and you have his full attention, give it another tug downwards, and he’ll drop to his knees in front of you, and anyone else in the room

He likes brushing and styling your hair, he’ll try to help you bathe, insisting you don’t need to lift a finger, he will take care of everything, just relax

Nsft

Canon Kink: Erotophonophilia; ‘Muder kink’, deriving sexual gratification from killing or watching someone get killed (BOY IS THIS A HARD KINK TO CASUALLY WORK WOTH)

If push comes to shove he has a habit of killing people who harass you too much/threaten you, but he gets…really excited afterwards and is pressing his thighs together to hide his erection, especially if you’re clearly not in the mood

You’ve seen him get in fights while still aroused from the last kill an honestly, when in public you sometimes just force a chastity cage on him to discourage him acting out

Though he believes self pleasure, or just the act in general is…sinful, he will do anything for you with no qualms, he only feels good when you touch him anyway

He suffered from wet dreams whenever you’re around him or he has objects with your scent

When he want to fool around desperately he will walk right up to you, kneel and beg you to touch his neither regions, stroking, slapping, pinching, doesn’t matter as long as you touch him

Raphael

Cw: messy kitchens, messy person, furniture abuse,

He’s messy and kinda gets annoying at times since he discovered how much fun it is to smash condiment packages

He’s good about cleaning, and he even cooks to make up for the mess…but he’s a sloppy cook too but at least it’s not intentional this time

He doesn’t understand that the furniture isn’t trying to hurt you and doesn’t need to be punished. He’s broken threee tables, one bed post and five chairs since he’s moved to being your ‘Guardian Angel’, all for tripping you or you stubbed your toe on them

He’s not affectionate but he’s not distant, he just follows your lead, he stands close by and if you ask him to come over he flops in your lap and looks up at you like a puppy. He likes when you watch tv and let him lay across your lap, he falls asleep easily that way

Nsft

Canon Kink: Automysophilia; getting sexual gratification from defiling oneself, being dirty or defiled

He enjoys getting messy with cum, blood, dirt, just about anything. He will be blissed if you strip him and cover him in…well it’s up to you ;)

He has no qualms with jerking off in front of you if you don’t want to touch him while he’s too messy, but he wants you to be fully clothed while he’s sprawled out naked in front of you

He’s fucked slime before since it feels…weirdly good around his shaft, to the point he gets excited when he sees it around the house. You had to punish him for thinking he could ‘fool around’ with it then hide it away again

He’s got a very sensitive halo, while other angels get off to them being touched like a devils horns, he avoids it since it brings him to his knees in seconds

#what in hell is bad #whb #Gabriel #Raphael #sub Gabriel #Michael #sub michael #sub raphael #dom reader #Gabriel x reader #raphael x reader #michael x reader #headcannons #nsft #sub whb Gabriel #sub whb Michael #sub whb Raphael

[koiir]

II CANT STOP ME

— embarrassing/annoying scenarios with them

Characters; Scaramouche, xiao, Kazuha, heizou x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, crack, comedy

Cw: swearing, chihuahuas, mentions of throwing up on heizous part, not proofread

“Hey…scara?” You made sure your voice was low, almost as if you were nervous and anxious, wanting to make sure your prank worked. You awaited for him to answer until you continued.

“What is it?” He sat on the couch, laying with his face smushed into the pillow. His words quick, a slight irritation already showing.

“Woww, already putting up an attitude?” He glared at you, rolling his eyes. He was waiting for you to tell him whatever it was that you had to say.

“Well, I need you to be honest with me.” You looked away, not daring to face him eye to eye. The action caused him to raise his eyebrows, wondering if there was a problem.

“Okay… go on.”

“And…. It might be a little awkward between us after. But I have to know how you feel.” You broke your words apart, wanting to show the anxiety you felt.

Scaramouche now felt caught off guard by this. Things being awkward between you two? He wanted to know if you had done something… or if he had done something.

“Just tell me already.” It sounded like he was rather desperate, trying to hide the emotions he started to feel. He just wanted you to spill it out already.

“I… I’ve kept this in for a long time, and I need to confront you about it.” You looked down at the floor, voice quite almost like a whisper.

What? What the hell were you talking about? Scaramouche didn’t like this, he almost felt his heart sink.

“[Name]?What are you talking about? What is it?” His voice was getting a little louder, but not with angry—more like worry, he got more nervous. He hated the way you wouldn’t look at him.

“It just doesn’t feel right if I don’t get an answer, I don’t want this to ruin things between us.”

“[name]? What is this about? Just tell me, I don’t like how-“

“Look at your phone scara! Look at what i sent you!” You said, almost yelling as you turned back to him. Your clenched your fist in anger, and… were you crying?

His eyes widened, his hands started to shake as his unlocked his phone—pulling your messages up. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. His face dropped.

He couldn’t believe he let you prank him like this. He was going to kill you. You started laughing seeing his face, expression filled with annoyance at your actions.

“Oh my goddd, I actually… I got you so good!” You laughed in between your words, your little prank being a success.

“For fucks sake [name]… I’m gonna kill you.” He glared at you, and then back onto his phone which showed the picture you sent him. A picture from when he was a toddler, hair messy—clothes filled with paint and on his face. How did you even get it?

“Don’t you like the picture?” You look so cute!” You walked over to him, almost grabbing his hands. But he smacked it away, giving you an attitude for what you had done.

“Shut up! You’re sleeping on the couch tonight!” And so you kept your word.

But… Scaramouche couldn’t handle you not being by his side, this causing him to carry you back to bed with him while annoying a word you said.

It was your idea, for xiao to meet your little furry friend. But god, it was the worst thing he had ever experienced.

“I thought… I would be meeting your cat, not that.” Xiao motioned his hands toward the dog—the chihuahua that was already starting to growl.

“Well, my sister came over and she wanted me to take care of her dog while she took care of my cat.” You looked towards xiao, finding his eyes glaring daggers at you.

Xiao could deal with cats, and dogs—but the way the chihuahua was staring at him… xiao couldn’t help but feel under attack. He felt like the little animal would pounce on him.

“I don’t he likes me.”

“She! She’s a girl…” you never why, but people always assumed the chihuahua was a boy. Did that say something about the chihuahua?

“But don’t say that xiao… she’s always like this don’t worry.” That was true in some way, but not always the case. As you two walked toward the dog, she started to growl and bark as loudly as ever.

“So she’s always annoying as fuck?” Xiao stayed in the same spot as you walked over towards her, she seemed to calm down a bit seeing you but was still on alert by xiao.

“Yeah, most of the time! But she’ll get use to you… soon hopefully.”

Xiao kept his words in, not wanting to know the answer by he had to know. “So, how long is she staying with us?”

“Mhm… I think my sis said two weeks? She’s pretty busy, always working.”

Xiao felt his face drop—two whole weeks… with that?! The dog that clearly didn’t like him????

“No.” That’s all he said, knowing that he had no say in this.

“Huh? But xiao….” You walked towards him with the dog in hand. “Just… here.”

“Wait! No!”

Before he knew, you had placed the chihuahua in his hands. And oh. Oh… xiao felt like he would die on the spot from how she kept growling in his grasp. The dog not giving up with her stuck up attitude.

Did she just bite him???

“Nope… not dealing with her any more.” She placed her on the ground, not wanting her in his grasp for another second longer.

That was the one of many incidents with xiao and you sisters lovely chihuahua. By the first week, the dog seemed be…. More at ease?

“Well, look at what we have here.” You entered the room, only to find xiao on the bed… with her.

The chihuahua he swore he couldn’t handle… was sitting on his lap. Almost falling asleep, but she opened her eyes once you came.

“Mhm…” xiao groaned, knowing you would tease the hell out of him for this.

You made sure to take a picture of this moment—without him knowing. Later using this as “blackmail” by teasing him. He wished he had never met that chihuahua.

It was often that your boyfriend, Kazuha—could be found writing his haiku’s. For once he never thought he could be annoyed by your presence, but we was proven wrong today.

Deep In thought he was, feeling your presence making his mind wonder—what could he possibly write next? Something that involved you… maybe.

He started to think of the write words… until he heard the voice.

“Kazuuu!” You said, rather loudly for his liking as it had disturbed his deep thoughts. He looked up to see you walking towards him, he found it rather funny—you were already pretty close to him as you sat on the couch infront of him.

You sat next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. You skimmed through the empty paper he had, nothing yet on it.

“Can’t figure out what to write?” Your voice laced with concerns…but why did it have that tone following it? Kazuha swore he saw a sly smile on your face before it was gone.

“Yeah… I was deep in thought trying to find the right words.” He didn’t mention the part of where he was interrupted by you, not wanting you to feel upset at your doing.

But maybe he should have—because now he was dealing with you interrupting him every second he had. It was quite ironic, how you had managed to disturb him in the times where he was so close, to writing his thoughts down.

It didn’t matter what it was, small comments from you about what you saw on your phone, the view from the window ahead of you. None of it mattered, but it sure did get Kazuha rather pent up.

He knew he had to do something, so he did the one thing he knew always had you quite.

“Love… say, is something on your mind?” Kazuha had now walked towards you, face full of worry. Maybe there was something more to this than he thought, but he couldn’t exactly pinpoint it.

“Mhm? I’m fine Kazu, I promise.” A soft smile made its way onto your face, Kazuha though felt like that wasn’t exactly the truth.

“Oh? You sure? Because… you keep on disturbing me during important times.” His face now leaned over yours, his lips ghosting over yours. He could only think you were doing this to get a reaction out of him—but he wouldn’t let you win that easily, he rather hoped to get a reaction out of you.

Your breath hitched at the closeness from Kazuha, his eyes burned deep into yours. Your face almost being the same shade as that of his eyes. Those beautiful crimsons eyes that you could look into forever.

He leaned his lips toward yours, kissing you to conceal your voice. Your thoughts vanished as you could only focus on the one kissing you. You felt the teasing smile Kazuha had while kissing you—knowing that he had clearly won this little battle.

“So…try not to disturb me anymore dove? Okay?”

Heizou had always had a knack to tease you at any given moment, and today certainty was that day. Rather it felt worse, so much more worse.

“Man alive… even with your sickness you still won’t take it?” You hated the grin that he held, clearly knowing that he had done this on purpose.

“It’s because I told you to get pills… not medicine! You already know how I feel about medicine heizou!”

“Well… maybe it’s time to over come your fears! So, which one will it be?” Instead of following your words, heizou decided to go with the medicine option instead. Knowing how much you hated taking medicine, it didn’t help that the options had a smell to them. He knows how bad the taste would be.

“Neither. They probably taste like shit.”

“Aww, don’t say that love, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Plus, don’t you want to get better?” Of course you did—you had to cancel a date you two had because of this sickness. But heizou was having his fun, making you pick between two things that he knew would cause you agony.

You knew you had to suck up it—even if it meant giving into his tactics. You knew eventually you would get him back.

“Fine! I’ll take that one…” you pointed towards the one heizou had on his left hand, a smile appearing onto his handsome face. That smile made you want to smack him.

“There we go! Look at you… growing up and overcoming your fears! Here…” his tone was full of teasing, happy as ever with the fact that his plan had worked.

He then handed you the bottle of medicine awaiting you, gulping at the thought of having to chug some of it down.

He stood next to you, waiting for you to swallow the medicine. His smile never left his face as you stared down at the medicine—it certainly didn’t help that the smell was so strong.

Chugging it down you heard heizou give you a “good job!” You ignored the comment as you finally let the medicine down your throat, the left over taste still in your mouth.

What heizou didn’t expect was for you to throw up… something he didn’t think would be possible considering it was medicine. Maybe he should have gone with the pills—now having to deal with you as you cursed at him for what he had done. But hey, at least he got a laugh out of it!

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[bagopucks]

A. Matthews - Open Doors

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Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warning(s): mention of temporarily losing a child -as in the kid ran off-, little bit of flirting, a lot of domestic fluff.

I literally just found out the other day too, that Auston’s mother is Hispanic, and that he grew up speaking primarily Spanish to his mother. <3

Proofread loosely

Requests for the reader, Hudson, and Auston can be made! It’s not a full AU, but these three can have specific/special requests!

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The doors of life open and close at odd times. One can be devastated by the loss of an opportunity, only for the next to be more promising or beneficial. I didn’t assume losing my child would have been an opportunity. Until I found him playing fetch with a man and his fluffy dog. Tossing a little tennis ball across the park and chasing after the dog as if it was a game, while the dog went to get the ball.

“Oh my god! Hudson!” I sprinted in his direction, confusing the poor kid as to why I was so concerned. He was only five, still oblivious to the cruelty of the world. I fell to my knees and hugged my son tight, his quiet giggles and attempts to push me back falling short.

“So that’s his name?” I looked up at the man, smooth skin and a faint stubble. A mustache that looked plucked from the 80’s. And a smile full of pearly white teeth. He had a hat pulled over his head, with a sports logo on it that I hadn’t been all too familiar with.

“Hudson? Yeah. Thank you so much for keeping an eye on him. I just- I took my eye off him for one second and-“ Hudson wiggled from my grasp to go tug the ball from the dog’s mouth.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. Kids are a lot to handle sometimes. I get it.” His words led my gaze back to Hudson, watching him wrestle with a dog the same size as him.

“You have some of your own?”

“Definitely not,” the man laughed out. “But I babysit for friends sometimes.” When I looked back to him, his hand was held out in a silent offer. I took it and allowed him to help me up off the ground.

“Thank you, again. It means the most.”

“Of course.” Hudson’s laughter drew both our eyes.

“Your dog’s name?” I asked.

“Felix. Your name?” When he asked, I provided, a newfound nervous smile on my lips.

“And yours?” I added.

“Auston with an ‘O’.”

“I don’t work at Starbucks.” I teased softly.

“Yeah, but you’ll need to know how to spell it when you take my number.”

It caught me off guard. And had Auston not found and taken care of my child, I would have turned him down immediately. But considering the circumstances, and his looks, I allowed him to put his number in my phone.

A door had opened, and though I had been hesitant to walk through it, I inevitably did. I walked right into another life. Another world.

“Auston‘s on the tv!”

I was lucky enough that Hudson wanted to walk through it with me.

“Where’s he at, hun?”

“He’s on the ice! Oh! Oh!” the excitement in Hudson’s tone, supporting a guy he had such an attachment to, never ceased to warm my heart. But it also worried me. It would break Hudson if something went wrong between Auston and I. I only asked him a thousand times if he truly wanted a package deal before we got together. And even then I didn’t push any responsibilities on Auston.

We were in a relationship, and I just happened to have a child. But Hudson wasn’t his, and at some point I knew Auston would have to start advocating for the boy’s care if he truly wanted a glimpse of a future for us. But we were a mere two months into our relationship, and I wasn’t in a rush. He already did enough.

“Oh goal! Number thirty four, Auston Matthews!” When I peeked into the living room, I saw my son, standing with his arms wide open and a foot up off the floor. Mirroring the stance of Auston, who performed his signature celly on the tv.

“You better congratulate him on that goal when he gets here tonight.” I slipped back into the kitchen. Hudson smiled and nodded, and he certainly did congratulate Auston when the time came. When he came barreling through my front door with a bag in hand and dressed down in a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. His unruly yet flawlessly curly hair was damp, I assumed from a shower. It was dark outside, but my front drive was illuminated by the automatic motion triggered light.

“What did ya think of that, Buddy?” Auston’s voice rang out, and I looked up from the couch in time to see Hudson abandon his toys on the floor to barrel headfirst into Auston’s legs.

“Awesome!”

“That first one was for you.” Auston ruffled Hudson’s hair, trying to take a step forward only for my son to cling to his leg, hitching a ride.

“Who was the second one for?”

“Your mom, goof.” Auston’s cheery tone made me roll my eyes. Hudson pulled away from the man when he made it to the couch, dropping down, and the bag in his hand making enough noise to finally gain my child’s attention. And my curiosity.

“What’s in the bag?” I asked, turning my body sideways to face his own.

“An early birthday gift for Hudsy.” I raised a brow. I hadn’t expected Auston to get anything. Or even to remember the detail I mentioned in passing. Hudson however, lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Lemme see!”

“Oh just wait. You’re gonna love ‘em.” I folded my arms across my chest, as if to challenge his statement. My kid was picky. He didn’t like a lot of things. He was always grateful, yes, but still opinionated.

“Up on the couch.” Auston smiled from ear to ear as Hudson climbed up onto the cushion between us. “Alright. This is just the first part of your gift okay? We have to build on it.” I raised a brow as Auston reached into the bag.

“Come on!”

“Hudson.” I scolded gently. He glanced back at me with a sorry expression. “Patience.” He nodded and looked back at Auston, who in turn looked at me for approval to continue. I nodded.

“Ready?” He teased.

“Yes!” Hudson could barely hold still. And when Auston pulled out a black box labeled on the top with ‘CCM’, my boy’s brow furrowed in confusion. Then he opened the box, and twisted it around in his lap to show Hudson the fresh pair of rollerblades.

“Oh my god!”

“Auston,” my tone took on an immediate sound of surprise and tension. Auston’s initial expression of excitement upon Hudson’s reaction, turned into concern upon hearing my own. “Those were expensive- those had to be expensive.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.. it’s just skates, and he can use these for years.”

“His feet aren’t going to stay that small for years.” I argued in a soft tone, careful not to upset Hudson.

“They’ll stay small long enough.” Auston was always so nonchalant about everything. So ‘it is what it is.’ Sometimes it calmed me. Other times it stressed me out. I wasn’t sure what to make of his attitude at that point, so instead I let out a sigh and nodded.

“Okay,” I gave in.

“We have to try them out!”

“Not in the house.” I was swift to tell Hudson.

“Outside!”

“Right now? In the dark?” I glanced at Auston. “He could fall and hurt himself in the dark.”

“I’ve got him.”

I’d never trusted another man more with my child. Not once. Not his father, not my father, not my grandfather. But Auston?

“I’ll get his bike helmet.” I slowly stood up, straightening out the satin shorts of my pjs.

“Auston doesn’t wear a helmet!”

“He does on the ice.”

“Not when he’s rollerblading.” Hudson’s persistence made me groan.

“Tonight, he wears a helmet.”

And he did. My pink and black bike helmet. That I had to loosen a bit to fit his head properly. I followed the boys outside, and watched Auston get his own rollerblades from the trunk of his car before he came back to the porch steps.

“You sit down right there, and I’ll tie ‘em for you. Okay?” Hudson immediately plopped down on the edge of the deck, and I set his skates down beside him.

I opened the front door and reached inside to turn the porch light on.

“You boys gonna want snacks or water?”

“Hmm.. no thanks.” Hudson shook his head, far too excited as Auston got down on his knees slipped the kid’s first skate on.

“You got Goldfish still?” I stifled a laugh when Auston looked up at me.

“Always. Goldfish and two waters?”

“That’s a good idea.” I slipped back inside to grab the box of Goldfish, only to open the fridge and pause when it dawned on me.

I had a man in my front drive, putting a pair of skates on my kid. Teaching him how to do something. Something athletic. Something sporty. Promising to protect him. Trying to be a father. I felt the tightness in my throat before the burning of tears in my eyes accompanied it. I never imagined a world where Hudson had a dad. I wanted to, but I had pushed it aside long ago. I sniffed and wiped my eyes, the faint sound of laughter creeping through the open front door.

I asked myself why I left it open, when anybody could have walked inside? Because there was a man in my yard. Watching my kid. There was a man who granted love and protection. And ease to a life of constant stress. I smiled so hard it hurt. I slipped the two bottles of water from the fridge and closed the door before leaving the kitchen to go back outside. Greeted by the sight of Auston skating backwards, holding Hudson’s hands and guiding him forward down the slight slope of my driveway. Hudson’s foot slipped, and a moment of terror gripped my chest before Auston hoisted him up by his arms. Relief flooded my system. I was not one to film many things, but I had no shame in quickly setting the water and Goldfish aside, running inside to grab my phone, coming back with the video already playing, focusing my camera on the two in the driveway.

“Don’t point your feet inward. You gotta keep ‘em straight.” Auston would occasionally stop to nudge Hudson’s feet apart with one of his own.

“Look up at me. You look at the ground and you won’t know where you’re going.” He’d guide Hudson’s eyes straight with gentle words.

“When you start to get the hang of it, I have to let you go.” I couldn’t see my kid’s face, but I knew there was fear in his eyes. I had since set my phone down, leaning against the rail. I wanted to call to him, to remind him he’d be okay, but I decided to allow Auston a chance. No better time to learn like the present. And if I was going to completely trust Auston in the future with my kid, I needed to know he could handle every situation.

“It’s gonna happen, bud.” He slowed to a stop. “I know it’s scary, but falling is part of learning.” He leaned forward a bit. “You know what I used to do when I always fell?”

“What?” Hudson’s quiet voice was barely audible to me.

“I’d go running to my mom. And she’d hold me, and clean up my bumps and bruises. And then she’d send me right back outside to do it again.”

“Why?”

“Because sometimes you gotta fail to learn.”

“What did your dad do?”

Auston was caught at a loss for words, but only for a second.

“He’d usually just tell me to walk it off.. which is why I never went to him too much.” He passed off the answer as a joke, laughing quietly. I could tell by Hudson’s silence, that he didn’t understand how that was funny, or why Auston was laughing.

“What would you do?”

“After he told me to walk it off?”

“No.. what would you do- if I fell?”

I stiffened. I noticed the way Auston’s eyes drifted past Hudson to look at me. His brow furrowed in a questioning manner. I gave him a look of approval. So far, so good. Perhaps he knew how much our relationship and his place in mine and Hudson’s life rode on that answer.

“Well, first I’d have to pick you up, and I’d have to go rummaging through your mother’s cabinets to find stuff to clean any cuts. Probably slap a couple Hello Kitty bandaids on ya..” he smiled, let out a breathy laugh.

“I don’t like Hello Kitty!”

“Transformers?”

“Better.”

“Alright, Transformers.” Auston removed one of his hands from Hudson’s to ruffle his hair. “And after the bandaids it’s right back outside. Unless you really don’t want to. But sometimes tough love is a good thing.”

“Tough love.” Hudson repeated in a quizzical manner.

“Like.. making somebody do what they don’t want to, because you know it’s gonna benefit them in the end. Like helping them get over a fear.. like if there’s a girl they really wanna ask out, but they’re too afraid. Sometimes you gotta push ‘em into it.” Maybe not the best example, but I’d give Auston credit where it was due. He was doing a good job.

“Girls are gross.”

“They are.” The boys shared quiet laughter as I rolled my eyes.

“And what if the girl says no?”

“Then she says no. And you learn from that experience. The same way it is when you fall. You’re always gonna fall on skates. I still do it sometimes. It’s about knowing there’s a chance you’re gonna fall, and being brave enough to still go out and do it.” Silence followed Auston’s words. Then I saw Hudson nod.

“You can let me go.”

“Look at you, big man.” Auston teased, slow to release Hudson’s other hand. “Don’t move yet, okay? Just get a feel for standing.”

“Okay..” I watched Hudson straighten his ankles, and find a good stance.

“Move when you’re ready.”

We were out there for another hour or so. Well past Hudson’s bedtime. He fell a few times, but thanks to the sweater and pants he had on, he avoided any bleeding or cuts. My heart lurched every time Hudson tumbled, but the ache wasn’t near as bad when I watched Auston help him up and dust him off, asking if anything hurt too much or if he wanted to take a break. The only breaks they did take were for the occasional sip of water or a handful of goldfish. I took time to praise Hudson when he accomplished standing better, skating longer lengths, understanding the way to move. Then eventually my encouragement turned to quiet laughter as the boys started playing around.

Auston hoisted Hudson onto his shoulders, keeping a tight grip on the kid as he skated circles in the driveway. A playful yell occasionally falling from the boys’ lips.

When a yawn slipped past my own, I knew it was time to go in. I slowly stood up from my porch chair and reached for the box of Goldfish. Auston and Hudson both looked at me. Like deer in headlights.

“What are you doing with those?” Auston was the first to ask.

“Hudson needs to go to bed.” I informed him with a smirk.

“What?” Hudson whined. “No!”

“You’ve been up well past your bedtime, Buddy.” I placed my free hand on my hip.

“Please! Just another five minutes? Auston’s gonna leave!” I raised a brow.

“He’ll be back another time.”

“Yeah, when I’m at school.” I had been completely transparent with Hudson when Auston and I got together. He knew we were dating. At first he was uncertain, but he’d grown comfortable with the idea. His only issue since then had been the fact that he was never home when Auston was around.

“It’s a Saturday tomorrow.” When Auston spoke up, my gaze flickered toward him. I wasn’t sure whose side he was arguing for.

“And?”

“I have extra clothes in my trunk.”

“You wanna stay?”

“Can I stay?”

“Please!” Hudson immediately chimed in, his hands landing awful hard on top of Auston’s helmet. He flinched, but recovered quickly.

“You gonna put him to bed too?”

“Please!” Hudson’s excitement went momentarily unnoticed by us, trying to have a semi-serious conversation.

“I can do that.”

I acted as though I was contemplating my options, before I waved a hand and began to walk inside.

“I guess he can stay.” I knew Hudson let out a shout of excitement, but I was almost certain Auston had muttered a quiet, ‘yes’ as well.

The boys followed me into the house, Hudson running for his bedroom after Auston had set him down.

I stopped in the kitchen to set the water and crackers aside before walking into the living are.

“Where’s he off to?” I questioned as I folded up the blanket on the couch.

“Changing into his pjs.”

I chuckled and tossed the blanket into the basket by the wall.

“And you?” I folded my arms across my chest. “What do you think you’re sleeping in?”

“This.” He gestured to what he had on as he slowly crossed the floor. Auston rested his hands on my arms. “Or whatever I can get away with that’s less.”

“Auston.” I scolded softly.

“Cariño.” Darling. Honey. Dear. I leaned into his chest, and Auston slowly wrapped his arms around me. I hadn’t been so vulnerable with a man in a long time. Auston simply made it too easy.

“You have a kid to put to bed.” I spoke reluctantly.

“And a girlfriend to worry about.”

“You do too much, Aus.”

“I’d argue I haven’t done enough.” His confession was heartwarming and gut wrenching at the same time.

“You’ll get there.” I promised. “It’s a learning process. But right now, you’re doing amazing.” I slowly pulled back to look at him. “Hudson loves you. I love you. You make us happy. You’re here at times nobody expects you to be.. like tonight, with that birthday gift.” I paused. “Early birthday gift.” I watched him smile.

“So I’m meeting your standards?”

“Going above and beyond.” I promised, standing on my tippy toes. Auston leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to my lips.

“You should probably go find Hudson before he falls asleep.” I whispered. “He likes it when I tuck the blankets under his feet, and sometimes he likes his fan on. You have to ask.”

“Thanks.” Auston slowly pulled away.

“Don’t forget to sing to him too.” I watched his eyes go wide.

“I have to sing?” He sounded shocked. I laughed.

“I don’t make the rules, Aus.” I shrugged. “But I promise the secret’s safe with me if you sing for him.”

“Its not that it’s just- I mean.. I suck at singing.”

“He’s a kid. The most he’ll do is laugh at you and tell you to quit.”

“Then what?”

“Then you come find me. I’ll sing for him.”

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#nhl imagine #nhl x reader #auston matthews x reader #auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #auston matthews blurb

[bejeweledblondie]

Phillip Graves Headcannons

A/N: These are supposed to be somewhat realistic, I lived in Texas for three years on an Army Base & Jesus Christ they’re flooded with plenty of Phillip Graves

Phillip Graves x F! Reader

• You met Phillip while he was on a four-day weekend at a UT vs. Baylor football game

• You were one of the cheerleaders on the sidelines & you caught his eye immediately

• I mean c’mon those shorts & chaps mixed with Pom Poms (The UT Cheer uniform is so stinkin’ cute)

• Your friend pointed him out to you at first

• “Girl that man has been staring at you”

• He was nearly focused on you the entire game, you kept smiling & giggling at him the more he looked

• He found you as you were walking out of the stadium, he asked you out & ofc you said yes

• There’s 100% an age gap (this man’s ego is equally as large as big as Texas)

• If you’re in a sorority he attends the formals with you

• he drives the most lifted extra pick up truck you can imagine

• “Babe can you even see over the damn steering wheel?”

• As you graduate college he proposed to you (with a two carat diamond) & you had a elaborate wedding on his family’s ranch in Texas

• You had multiple wedding dresses designed by Berta bridal

• Surprise Pom dance for him with your cheer teammates

• After the wedding you honeymooned in Italy

• Ofc y’all decided on off post housing so you be able to have every commodity on the planet

• hear me out indoor swimming pool

• Even though you went to college, Graves is a very traditional man he doesn’t want you to work

• You have different hobbies, go to cycle class, shop ofc, get Botox done etc.

• Since he’s a very traditional man I do feel like he’d hold some old fashion views that were engrained in him from childhood

• He’s a religious man to some extent (he’s from Texas there’s no way around that)

• He 100% loves to show you off on & off post

• His Shadows at first were in pure disbelief that he married you, hell some of his Shadows are closer in age to you

• Buys you lululemon work out clothing for the “quality” he loves the way your body looks like those damn align leggings

• You guys do go line dancing & the both of y’all are pretty good at it

• He loves to go to the range to shoot in his free time, & he’s a hunter (I apologize to my fellow animals lovers) but not a trophy hunter

•He conceal carries a handgun at all times

• He makes delicious Deer jerky

• This man collects old Allied WW2 firearms

• He loves History Channel documentaries on WW2

• full on dad stance in front of the tv while watching

• “Honey come look at this!”

• He’s not that old but due to his time in the Marines & current job he does have bad knees, a bad back etc. the cracking his body does is insane

• He does take pills for that & you have to remind him to take them

• Whenever you ask him to read something he whips out his old man glasses

• He is always losing them too, so at work he will wear contacts (no one knows about this at his work)

• “Turn the radio I can’t see”

• He adopted a golden retriever puppy & a German Shepard puppy for you

• They’re your guard dogs when he’s away

• You got pregnant a little bit later in your marriage solely because Phillip was focusing on work a lot in the beginning of your marriage

• He was over the moon excited that you were pregnant

• Your gender reveal was powder inside of a target & be shot at it

• It was blue, you were having a little boy

• He made sure the nursery was set up prior to him leaving

• When you went into labor Phillip was about to go on a mission & it was the most excruciating experience knowing something horrible could’ve happened

• He watched your baby be born on FaceTime. It hurt him to see you upon so much pain & just surrounded by medical staff

• Due to a miscommunication & an ambush he unfortunately got held up

• He didn’t meet your son until a month after you delivered

• He looked at the photo he had of you in his plate carrier in the safe house he was held up in wondering how you & his newborn son were doing

• His Shadows & their significant others gifted you the most beautiful baby gifts once they returned from the missions

• Graves would fall asleep with your baby on his chest in the living room after feeding him in his recliner

• Your son’s little face would be smushed up against Graves’s chest drooling on his t-shirt

• He too would bring your son to work, but once he started crawling (I swear if there’s one thing that will break any hardened military man is a baby)

• Once your little boy is old enough he would play football & baseball

• Graves also helps coach when he can, he too played those sports as a little boy

• He’d also probably take him hunting too & teach him how to live off of the land

• The saying Once a Marine Always a Marine rings true in the Graves’s household

• Just like his old man your little boy joined the Marines

• Graves is a true traditional family man at heart & does everything he can to shield you guys from his line of work

✨NSFW✨

• huge daddy kink, his ego is already big & he loves the idea of you having to rely on him

• Loud office sex whenever you’d visit

• Cockwarming him while he does paperwork

• You’d wiggle around & he’d hold you down

• You went topless in Italy when you went to the beach on your honeymoon, & he constantly was grabbing at your tits

• You adopted the habit of tanning like that in the privacy of your backyard

• Major breeding kink too

• He loves finishing inside of you

• He’ll also use you to take his frustrations out when he’s had a rough day at work

• Lingerie especially red lingerie is his favorite

• He’s 100% a boob man & he’d be happy to pay for fake tits if that’s what you wanted

• You’d 100% wear his cowboy hat while riding him

• He spanks you as a punishment

• You do have sex in the back of his pick up truck under the infamous Texas starry nights

• You two have made so many sex tapes together from all different angles

• He also has so many nudes of you

• One or a couple may have accidentally gotten leaked to his team (this just fed his ego more)

• You’d also probably wear his old marine dress blues for the Marine Corps birthday as you rode him

#cod imagines #call of duty #cod masterlist #ghost call of duty #phillip graves imagine #graves x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves smut #cod graves #graves mw2 #graves smut #ghost x y/n #cod modern warfare #phillip graves x you #phillip graves x female reader

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you @kertneyk for this absolutely fabulous commission!! @aka-indulgence's rattlesnake bounty hunter Sans is one of my favourite characters. He's a fiend- but he's also a delight to write~

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Sweeping and cleaning the saloon took a lot less time than you expected. You supposed that the first winter frost had done you a favour, freezing the ground so well- there was less mud and dust coating the floor because less was being kicked up. Everyone had been much less rowdy tonight, far too tired from trying to stave off the cold; most folks just wanted a warm seat and a beer. 

Your pa gave you a pat on the shoulder, and took over for you for the night. In the winter, he liked to keep the saloon open all night; he said that when he was young, few things had been more comforting to him than the lights of an open tavern after a long hard winter workday. There was also the unspoken fact that both of you knew a few of the men curled up in their seats weren’t just passed out from drunkenness... many didn’t have enough money for a bed. They had the coin for cheap drinks, and little else. The saloon was the only place they could stay the night where they knew they wouldn’t be cold.

You wrapped your shawl around your shoulders, making sure to close the door quickly behind you. No need to worry about the locks tonight- also no need to worry about walking home. You quickly made your way back toward the house, the full moon showing you your way, cold but bright.

... But you didn’t go through your front door. You went around the back. Light trickled out from under the guest room door, it was no doubt lovely and warm in there.

... Were you happy Goldenfang was lodging with you, taking up your guest room? No, damn him, you weren’t. The scoundrel made your life hard enough, and now he was constantly within shouting distance of you. But he’d been in your little, middle-of-nowhere town for months now, refusing to leave, and him staying with you was the better alternative because you were sure the poor old innkeeper would’ve dropped dead from stress if Goldenfang spent another night in his establishment. Sans was all too keen to take up residence with you instead, when you offered. 

True to his name, he seemed to have a never ending hole of money that he’d been using to rent the space out. Hunting outlaws was nothing if not lucrative, and although he was a menace, he certainly had the coin to make it worthwhile. The money was helpful- stars know money was hard to come by, this close to nowhere. 

Unfortunately though, his proximity had made you grow to... TOLERATE his company. You’d never admit it to him, his already-sizeable ego would grow so big it’d make his head fall right off his broad shoulders.

You knocked, gently. “... Sans? It’s me.”

You knew he’d heard you, because there was a gentle rattling sound behind the door that quickly subsided again. You had to grit your teeth together to stop yourself from feeling a little swell of softness in your chest. Sans’ tail only rattled when he was angry, or excited, and sometimes when he saw you for the first time in a while he’d rattle like he couldn’t help himself. Your pa said it was like a dog’s tail wagging at the sight of its master.

... Again, were it anyone else, it would’ve been sweet. But because it was him you refused to acknowledge it.

“Y’know, bargirl, I saw Goldenfang in town a year back when he caught Sammy Sparrow and bought him in. I ain’t never seen him let someone talk to him the way you talk to him. Yer aware that if anyone else spoke to him like that, they’d be a stain on the floor, right?”

He was an incorrigible flirt and a big, shit-faced bully. You wouldn’t let yourself be swayed into feeling anything soft for a violent gunslinger.

... Sans opened the door. 

It always caught you off guard, how massive he was. Barrel chested and built like an ox. His frame filled most of the doorway, blocking out the light; the moon brightened his silhouette significantly, glancing off his golden tooth, but your gaze was always drawn up to his red hot eyelights. So small, yet so red, the colour piercing through any gloom no matter how thick.

... He looked tired, though. His sockets were sloped and shadowed, he was missing his signature hat and jacket, only wearing an old button up linen shirt. When he looked down and saw you, his face brightened a bit, huge crimson tail shifting out of sight in excitement.

“awwh.” He got some of his signature sharp grin back. But his voice was gruff, husky, like he’d just woken up, and he had pronounced eye bags. “ya came to check up on me? i’m flattered. you missin’ me, pretty thing?”

You wouldn’t admit he was right. You had been worried. Sans never missed a day when you were at the saloon, if he was kicked out (usually after several strikes from your broom) he’d just wait outside the bar entrance for you to finish, a cigarette between his teeth.

... You folded your arms, glaring up at him, totally unimpressed.

His sockets lidded. Another tiny rattle, that died out again. He was feeling pretty rattly tonight. “i love it when ya look at me like that, doll.”

“Like I wanna cut you tail to snout, and make somethin useful outta your skin, like a bedroll or a cute purse?”

“damn right i’d make a cute purse.” He drawled. You weren’t expecting that to come out of his mouth; you weren’t fast enough to disguise your smile. He noticed, the smug fuck. You quickly covered it up with a nose-wrinkled sneer.

“Whatever.” You moved forward, ready to walk into his room to talk.

... He leaned to the side, putting his arm up on the door frame. Body blocking you.

“u-uh... heheh...” He was trying to look casual. “you can’t...”

...

The glare you shot him must’ve been something else, because he visibly shrank back. Like hell you were gonna let him tell you what to do. 

“You got a woman in there with you?”

He blinked, then quickly got indignant, brows creasing; “what? no. what do you take me for, darlin’? you really think i’d skip out of spendin’ time with you to fool around with some other dame?”

You paid him no mind, easily ducking under his arm and coming out of the cold. To be fair, he was being honest, there was no one else in there... but the room looked a mess, the bed was just a big collection of blankets and-

- the door closed behind you. You felt something big push against your chest, and suddenly you were up against the wall, pinned like a butterfly in a frame. You let out a quick, shallow gasp; it was his hand. Sans was holding you against the wall with just his palm, sharp phalanges splayed to stop the clawed ends from tearing your clothes.

“H-hey!” Your tiny hands came up to fight at his massive skeletal one. No luck; the fact that he clearly wasn’t expending much effort to keep you down was salt in the wound.

“doll.” He crooned. “i’m serious. now ain’t a good time.”

You were slightly concerned that the only emotion that rose to prominence was hot embarrassment at being so easily and effortlessly restrained. You weren’t afraid at all, despite being pinned against a wall while alone in a room with a violent bounty hunter who’d made his interest in you abundantly clear.

You looked up at him. You’d been alone with him enough, by this point. Sans was a devil of a snake... but one thing you knew for absolute certain about him, was that he’d never hurt you.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “... Okay. Alright. I’ll admit it.”

He paused.

“Sans... I’m worried.” Your voice was uncharacteristically gentle considering the history of your conversations with him. “What’s wrong with you?”

For once, he seemed off guard. His smile slipped. “... huh?”

“You’re acting off.” You tilted your head a little, imploring, softening despite his hand still squashing you against the wall. “You’ve always got a temper on you, but recently, it’s gotten outta hand. I mean... I had to kick you out because you shot that man in the arm for literally just touchin’ me. And when I came outta the saloon, you weren’t waitin’ in your spot. Is somethin’ wrong? Are you feelin okay?”

You still remembered the look on his face, when the drunk idiot had touched you. 

Under the shadows created by the brim of his hat, one crimson eyelight was visible, glaring out, burning a hole into the man. The rage in Sans’ stare burnt hotter and redder than the barrel of any fired gun. A constant, grating sound filled the saloon- the sound of his rattle, shaking quickly and furiously.

... Sans had been in a foul mood. Fouler than usual. It had been that way for several days- though his gentleness and playfulness with you hadn’t changed, something in the way he interacted with outlaws had been shifting. Darkening. His temper had thinned, he didn’t seem quite so boisterous or gleeful. He’d stopped taunting, and started just going for the kill. 

...

His eyelights darted away. It was strange, seeing such a massive and feared man seem... well. Nervous. You had to remind yourself every now and then that this was Goldenfang, the legendary bounty hunter.

His voice was low, a cautious thrum. “... you can’t say nothin’ to nobody.”

“Course.”

...

“... have ya heard of ‘wintering’?”

Your brow creased. He took that as a no.

“it’s somethin’ us naga do when it gets cold.” He took his hand off your chest, but one phalange kept absentmindedly playing with the neck of your shawl. “leftover instincts, from back when we were wild. winter’s a dangerous time fer snakes so our heads go a bit loony.”

“Loony? What happens?” His tail brushed up against the back of your legs, you were used to him doing that, he had a thing for surrounding you with his body. 

“we get tired, mostly.” That explained why he looked so sleepy. “end up sleepin a bunch more, our bodies wanna hibernate. but we also get angrier, an’ scarier, since only the strong would survive the cold. we’re more defensive of what we think is ours.”

Your eyes narrowed. “... So you think I’m yours?”

He grinned, warmly, the expression making your heart flutter without your consent. Carmine dusted his cheekbones and he removed his hand. “well. i certainly like thinkin’ about it that way, doll.”

You rolled your eyes, but less out of genuine upset, and more just playfully. More of his tail wound around you.

“i thought i’d just... stay here and sleep, ‘stead of followin’ you to the saloon.” He said, gaze resting on your neck. “my mood’s been gettin’ worse.”

“Keepin’ out of trouble? Ain’t like you at all.”

Sans chuckled.

...

“... i don’t regret shootin’ that rat fer touchin’ you.” He said, simply. His eyelights hardened, for a moment, a glimpse of the monster everyone feared. But they softened again before they returned to your face. “... but i don’t like scarin’ you. i’m just gonna get more an’ more possessive an cranky. better i’m cranky in here, without a gun in my hand, huh?”

...

What was going on? He was so different. He was usually so much more... lecherous. So much more Goldenfang. Is this what wintering did? You’d already warmed up to this brute much more than you’d ever admit, and you’d warmed up to his worst side. Right now, there was something so oddly sweet about him. Maybe it was the tiredness, making him soft, or maybe you were just more attached to Sans than you were ready to admit.

“... How’re you feeling?”

“i wanna nap.” He made a face, tone suddenly grouchy. “an’ i got a headache like a cow hoofed me in the skull.”

That made you giggle a bit. He was delighted to get that reaction. He only usually got a laugh that open when he’d coaxed you into sharing some drinks with him.

“... Well.” You righted your shawl. “Thank you for telling me why you’re actin’ so weird. I should head to my room, if you wanna sleep.”

...

“hey, doll.” More of his tail started sliding around you. Your lower legs were now completely covered. “i... do you think you...”

...

“You ain’t subtle.” You teased. “You want me to stay?”

“my head’s all over the place right now. it’s real cold, i hate bein’ cold. i can feel it in my bones. it’d... be real nice, havin’ somebody warm nearby.”

...

... If you went to your room, you’d have to start up the fire. You’d be cold for quite a while until the wood caught, and you’d be even colder as you waited for the heat to actually fill the room. It was nice and warm in Sans’ room already, he’d clearly had the fire going for a while... and even though you were used to it, you didn’t like sleeping alone. 

... Also, you felt bad about leaving him on his own, when he was like this. It felt like caring for him when he was drunk- it was okay to be softer than usual, because he wasn’t in the right mind. He couldn’t help it if he was wintering.

...

“... Sure, alright. I can stay. But no funny st-”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence, Sans’ tail suddenly squeezed you in excitement, lifting you clean off the floor; you had time to let out a surprised yelp, but not enough time to process Sans scooping you into his giant arms. The air was immediately filled with the sound of his tail rattling. He wasted no time in carrying you over to the mess of blankets and pillows he had turned his bed into- he all but crashed into the mattress, drawing you up and into his chest, his massive tail looping over you like a heavy scaly blanket.

He pressed his face into your hair, giving you one more squeeze before easing- he had a huge grin on his face, jagged teeth pulled into an almost goofy smile, and he was making a delighted hissing sound you’d never heard him make before.

“... Damn.” You said, looking up at him, slightly breathless from surprise. “You’re secretly a total softie, ain’tcha?”

His breath ruffled your hair, he looked faux-offended. “secretly? i got no secrets from you, doll.”

You were surprisingly comfy in his arms, despite how his size completely swamped yours. “I’m gonna tell everyone that Goldenfang is real cuddly when it gets cold.”

He let out a low, drawling laugh. You could feel it through his ribcage.

“c’mon darlin. i got a reputation to uphold.”

... You didn’t expect the sound of his rattling tail to be so soothing.

#commissions #a big ol' snek wants some big ol' cuddles

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello my favourite gorjus RoR author🗣️🔥‼️

Can I request fem reader who always wear a white dress(just until above the knee) and is always barefooted,she have long hair and her face always emit peace and she's kinda powerful too. Her personality is just like Kanae from KNY but the only difference is she can't get angry.

They met her while there's a chaos in (God)'s jurisdiction, when (God) finally arrive where the chaos happened, he saw reader defeat the one who caused the chaos(I don't know what to call them😢). Then the story goes on🗣️🔥‼️

-Your flowing white gown always seemed to flutter around your knees, showing off your bare legs and feet, but never getting dirty, you always seemed so clean, so pure, as your wings carried you around Valhalla to wherever you wanted.

-Your long flowing hair was the same, never getting tangled and always seemed to sparkle with light, even at night, you were like a star yourself, beautiful and elegant.

-Despite your delicate looks, you weren’t to be underestimated by any means, you were easily one of the strongest in Valhalla, but due to your kind nature, never once getting mad or even annoyed with anyone, you didn’t show that power often.

-You were exploring when a destruction god started making trouble, attacking humans and gods alike, causing so much property damage, just for the fun of it.

-When (God) received the news he immediately headed out, hearing that there were injuries but no deaths, so far, and he was in a bad mood, this was a perfect chance to blow off some steam.

-However, when he arrived, he deflated slightly, a slight scowl, seeing the guards taking away the now beaten and blood destruction god, whom the god ordered to be locked up.

-He froze when he asked his guards who stopped the idiot god who tried to make trouble in his jurisdiction, and you were pointed out, tending to a young child who hadn’t been injured, but scared.

-A gentle smile was on your face as you brushed her tears away, calming her down before you heard a voice, “Y/N?”

-You turned and immediately smiled, roses and bubbles appearing around you as you leapt up, “My love~”

-(God) caught you easily as you curled your legs up and he minded your wings as you pecked his cheek in greeting, a smile on your lips, “I was coming to see you~”

-He chuckled softly, pecking your forehead gently, “You should have let the guards handle it, but I’m glad you were here.”

-You pulled back, sitting up on his arm with ease, puffing your chest out a bit, “I’m not going to let some bully cause trouble in my love’s area!”

-Hades- He chuckled again, pecking your cheek again, “Come, I want to spend some time with you away from my office.” Your arms wrapped around his neck as he started to walk, some who had no idea the two of you were dating had jaws dropped to the floor, seeing the angelic you with their Lord Hades, you didn’t seem like you would be someone like him, but you looked so good together as you were chattering away about a dog you had seen earlier in the day.

-Poseidon- He made sure you were secure in his arms before turning and heading back to his castle, “I’m glad you came to see me, I was having a bad day.” You pouted, not liking the sound of that, not wanting your love to be upset, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting another kiss on his cheek, “Then I’ll kiss you until your day is great!” he chuckled softly, but did nothing to stop you.

-Thor- The two of you were definitely different, he was large and stoic, but holding you so gently, while you were so bright and warm looking, pressing your lips against his cheek. While he didn’t show it, you could tell he was happy, as his grip around you tightened, hugging you close, a soft sigh leaving him before he turned with you still in his arms, “I was hoping for a fight, but finding you was better.” You beamed up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “You always say the sweetest things!” he let out a soft chuckle, letting you cuddle him as you headed back to his place.

-Hermes- He swung your legs up to hold you princess style, “I’ll carry you, Y/N. there’s too much debris around, I don’t want you getting hurt.” His caring nature earned him several kisses, which he did nothing to stop as he ordered the guards to get a clean-up crew as well as a building crew to fix everything up before he carried you out of the area, but even then, he didn’t let you down. When you asked him he hugged you, smiling down at you, “I want to hug you more. I haven’t seen you since yesterday.” Your smile was so dazzling that it made him grin warmly in return, pressing a kiss to your temple before he hurried home, wanting to cuddle you in private.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades #ror poseidon #ror thor #ror hermes

[thatgoblin]

New Witch in Town Part 1

Summary: Things were going great till you received a promotion at work. Then everything went downhill. Your long-term boyfriend cheates on you, your job had to close down for a week, and you have to look for a new place while sleeping on your Ex's couch and listening to him boink his new girlfriend. At least you didn't have to sleep on his (your) couch too long. You didn't look too close at the house, where it was, or how you'd get there, but you'd have four new roommates that were gone a lot for work. It couldn't get any worse, could it? Right?

Warnings: cheating (not by our heroes, narcissistic ex, not really anything big happens this part. Will update with more as they come.

Moving sucks. I have always been of that opinion and are still. Especially since I was looking for a place after my boyfriend of 5 years and I split. I thought marriage was on the horizon, especially with my promotion at work and with how things were going so smoothly, but instead he wanted to get to know the yoga instructor that had moved in across the street. It was almost comical to think that I made up every excuse in the book for him when my friends and family all called him out on being narcissistic and manipulative, but the moment I saw my new neighbor in the downward dog in MY bed with my boyfriend one afternoon, that was it. The satisfaction of kicking him out would have helped me heal, but I had been the one that moved in with him and so I was the one that had to find a new place.

After looking for a week while sleeping on the couch, I thought I got a break. A large six bedroom house with a finished basement, a garden in the backyard, and four roommates in need of a fifth as they worked a lot and wanted someone home to take care of it when they had to leave for work. It seemed too good to be true. I knew it was four men living there as well, but that didn’t deter me. In fact I thought it was perfect. Roommates meant no feelings. I thought that when they were home they would be too busy going out and seeing girls or guys or whoever to even bother trying to sleep with me or date me. The last thing I wanted or needed (mostly needed) was to have a rebound or get in a relationship with a roommate. 

Sending a message to the person who posted the ad in the paper, I arranged to get moved in quickly. There was no talk of rent or contracts or anything other than my move in date. It should have been a red flag, but I was desperate enough to get out of my Ex’s place that I didn’t think twice. Getting a moving van and packing up all my things, which was actually not that much since I wanted to just get out of there, I was quick to leave. The new place was gorgeous and I instantly fell in love with it when I pulled up. Yes, I also had not seen the place. My judgment was clouded because I needed to leave my Ex’s place quickly or end up in jail for murder.

Parked, I hopped out to knock on the door. Before I could rap my knuckles on the massive, dark stained door set, one opened to reveal a built man with a mohawk. We stared at each other for a moment, caught off guard by the timing before I shook myself. “Hi, I’m the new roommate,” I said, smiling as I held out my hand. 

“Hello,” the man said, smiling back as he shook my hand. He was incredibly warm, literally. It felt like I was shaking hands with a heating pad on full power. “I’m Johnny, but everyone calls me Soap,” he said, pulling me in for a quick, bone crushing hug. 

“Nice to meet you,” I grunted before he let go. 

“Here, let’s get you moved in, yeah?” He said, walking over to the moving van. 

“Here, I’ve got the key for the lock,” I said, digging it out of my purse. But Soap already had the back open with a small grunt and a quick lift of his arm. I was pretty sure I had locked it, but he was already in there and moving things to bring in.  

“Hi, you must be the new Roommate, I’m Kyle,” a voice said, catching my attention from Johnny, who had started to unload what looked like four large boxes at a time. 

“Yeah, that’s me,” I said, turning to look at him and smile. The man was leaning against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets. His eyes scanned over my body as I stood there in worn out clothes I didn’t mind ruining. A brow raised as we locked eyes, followed by a smile. The scent of rain in the forest floated from him to envelop me and coax me closer. Stepping towards him, I looked to the sky to see the gray clouds getting dark and moving faster. “It looks like it might rain, so if you can help unload-”

“Almost done!” Johnny called as he suddenly ran out of the house. Wait, when did he get inside? Also, why was he saying he was almost done? 

“Johnny is enthusiastic about moving as well as helping people, eating, sticks, chasing cars-”

“No! You said you’d stop that joke!” Johnny yelled, stopping Kyle as he walked by with the last of my stuff. 

“Wow, that was fast. Are you sure you got everything?” I asked, moving to look at the back of the van. “Holy crap, you just moved like twenty boxes from my van to the house in just a few minutes? What?” I must have been really distracted or Johnny was really strong and fast. Maybe both. 

“So, a few things to go over,” Kyle said, putting an arm around my shoulders to guide me away as Johnny shut the back of the van. “Rent is due on the first of the month, so Price likes to have it at least a week before then. No parties, if you want friends over, make sure it’s when we’re not home, don’t go into our rooms, and don’t go into the basement.”

“Okay, your rooms I get, but the basement?” I asked, frowning as we stepped inside. The house was gorgeous, Victorian style with dark colors. It made me think of a less gothic Addams family home. The first floor was open with hardwood floors and gorgeous crown moldings in black, but the furniture didn’t match. It looked very worn and used, almost as if it was all on its last leg, and all the curtains were drawn everywhere. There was no sunlight to be seen, but that didn’t mean that the room was dark. There were lamps and overhead lights that lit up the place, making it easy to see around in the warm lighting. 

“So, the basement is storage and with how Price likes his order, it’s best to just stay out of it so you don’t accidentally touch something he might pitch a fit over,” Kyle said, keeping us moving to the stairs. The same dark wood carried us up a story as he kept a firm hold on me to keep me from wandering. Which was odd given I was living there and I would need to know where things were. “Here are our rooms. The one at the very end is Price’s, mine is right here, next to yours and on the other side is Simon’s and Johnny’s.” Each door was painted black and had an emblem engraved. Johnny’s had a crescent moon, Simon’s had an Ankh, Kyle’s had a star with seven points, Price’s had a ram’s skull with big horns, and mine. . . 

“So, since I live here now, can I carve something fun into my door?” I asked, looking at the blank space and trying to think of something cool to put there. Everyone else had one and I wanted one too. 

“That is not up to me,” Kyle said, brushing it off. “Now, if you want to, you can meet Simon and Price. We actually leave in the morning for work and will be gone for a few weeks because of work.”

“Okay,” I said, following him without a second thought. “So, what do you guys do for work?” I asked, following him like a happy puppy with no fear in their heart. 

“We’re in the military and go on work trips a lot. We figured that if we had someone here, then at least we would be less likely to be burgled or gone up in flames.”

“Well, I am pretty hyper aware of my surroundings when I’m alone and constantly check candles even if I’ve never lit any, so it should be good,” I said as he showed me back down the stairs to the living room where three men were waiting. One was Johnny who was nudging a man in a skull mask and giggling, the man in said skull mask who looked like a teen who found Hot Topic and bought every skeleton piece of clothing they had as well as eyeliner that was messily applied and smeared, and a man who looked like he knew the most and had the most authority of the group. Dressed in a long sleeve shirt and cargo pants, similar to Kyle’s, he also had trimmed mutton chops and mustache as a cigar burning between his thumb and forefinger. “Hi!” I said, waving with a grin and trying to put as much friendliness into my voice as possible.  

“Right,” Kyle said, turning away before gesturing to me. “This is our new roommate. I gave all the rules and such as well as letting her know we’ll be gone soon.”

“Kyle said you guys were in the military and would be gone, so no worries on anything. I already promised no parties and no snooping,” I said, rocking on my feet as I put my hands on my hips. “So, who are these guys?” I asked Kyle, pointing to Skull man and Cigar man. 

“I’m John Price,” the man with the cigar said as he stood up. A plume of smoke billowed out from his nostrils, his blue eyes were bright to the point I swear they were glowing. “Pleasure to meet you. We’ll be out of your hair in the early morning.” He held out his hand for me to shake with a soft smile. I probably came on a bit strong, but that was okay. Grabbing his hand, I shook it firmly. He, like Johnny, was incredibly warm to the touch, but there was something else. Like an electricity to him that had my hand twitching to grip his hand harder.

“That’s Simon,” Kyle said, pointing to the other man who waved from the sofa as Johnny poked at his face. 

“Hi!” I said, marching over to take his hand that was not offered in any way to shake it. He tensed when I touched him, going still and flexing so I couldn’t actually move our hands. “Oh wow, strong,” I said, giggling nervously before letting go. “Well, I guess this is it. Thanks for the bed and furniture by the way. I didn’t really have anything when I moved out of my last place.”

“Furniture?” Price asked, raising a brow at me. “I thought you were bringing everything.”

“There’s not a bed?” I asked, suddenly feeling my mood take a dip. “I thought I saw in the ad that there was a fully furnished room.”

“No, I didn’t put that,” Kyle said, shaking his head. 

“Right, sorry, that was probably something else. It’s okay. I can just sleep on the floor,” I said, forcing a smile to smooth things over. I needed this place even if I didn’t have a bed yet and I didn’t want to upset my new housemates. 

“Don’t be daft,” Kyle snorted. “You can have the sofa.”

 Better than the floor.

“I’ll be real quiet, I promise,” I said as John sighed and Ghost chuckled. 

“No, no. We probably have something for you to use so you’re not on the sofa,” Price said. 

“She can share my bed!” Johnny chimed in. My eyes went wide as Kyle groaned and Simon slapped the man on the back of the head. “What!? Nothing weird! Besides, I have the most normal room and it’s really fucking comfy.”

“Then you’ll have no problem taking the sofa for the night while our new friend takes your bed,” John said, smirking at him. Johnny began to protest when Simon covered his mouth. 

“You can sleep in my room, Soap,” the man said, his voice gruff and low. “There, we’re situated.” 

“I’ll show you where everything is,” Johnny said as he got up. I followed him, feeling an unfamiliar heat drop in my belly when I passed John. I glanced back to see him tip his head with a wink before I was led upstairs. Shaking myself to keep from thinking about it too much, I watched as Johnny opened the door with the crescent moon to let us in. While in my mind I had built it up to be this amazing, whimsical thing, it was very much a regular bedroom. 

The boxspring and mattress were on the floor with fluffy pillows and blankets and sheets that were twisted into a nest of sorts in the middle of it while a dresser sat off to the side with knick knacks on it. The walls were a warm creamy color with posters of movies and football teams, as well as a few framed pictures of what looked like family. A writing desk was on the corner, holding a PC and two monitors as well as a small rack of gaming controls. A headset hung on one of the monitors while an en suite bathroom already had the light on. It had a toilet, a sink, and an old clawed bathtub that held a shower head. I was starting to wish I had checked my room to see my tub situation. 

“Feel free to use the room while we’re gone till you get your bed in. Price has a bunch of stuff in the basement he’ll probably lend you when we get back, but I know a bed isn’t down there,” Johnny chuckled. “Shower works like a shower and hot water is plenty. All I ask is that you clean up and don’t leave things lying around.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate this. I swore that I saw there was furniture listed on the ad, but my head’s been so muddled lately that I probably combined two posts into one,” I said with a chuckle. “Oh well, at least there’s a back up plan. I promise I’ll make sure nothing gets messed up while you’re gone and it’ll be spick and span when you guys get home.”

“You’re not our house maid, just clean up after yourself,” Johnny snickered, ruffling my hair. It was an odd feeling, something someone would do with a person they were familiar with and while I had only met Johnny that day, I was pretty sure he would become a very important person in my life. All four of them really. 

“Thanks,” I said, smiling. The rest of the evening was calm, everyone gathering for dinner at the big dining table by the kitchen. Kyle ordered take out from a local Chinese place for everyone so dishes weren’t needed. Simon skipped dinner, opting to watch a footie game that was on. Conversation was good, they learned more about me, that I was a librarian at a local college and was on vacation that week because renovations were being done, that I liked animals, and as Kyle put it, always seemed to be a ray of sunshine. 

“Simon doesn’t like the sun,” Kyle teased. “He’d melt like the Wicked Witch if he went outside during the day.”

“Shut it,” Simon growled, flipping him off from the living room as we ate at the table. 

“Behave. I don’t want to sit on the plane tomorrow with you two bickering like children,” John said with a grumble.

“So where are you guys going?” I asked, getting more noodles on my plate.

“Classified,” Johnny said between mouthfuls of food.

“Well, do you know what you’ll be doing?”

“Classified,” Kyle said, snatching the last egg roll.

“Okay, do you know if-”

“Sorry, Love, classified,” John said, giving me an apologetic smile. At least he was nice about it. 

“Alright, well, I hope it goes smoothly and quickly and safely,” I said. “Whatever it is you do.”

Despite trying to help, I wasn’t allowed to clean up after dinner. None of them would let me. Each of us went to our rooms after a quick ‘good night’ and it was starting to feel like home. Even if I wasn’t in my own room, I was in a clean bed (that had the very distinct smell of a dog despite there not being any evidence of the animal being there) with comfortable pillows and blankets, making it better than when I was at my Ex’s on the couch. In bed with my eyes closed, I found that I couldn’t fall asleep. I’d be on the cusp and then my body would jolt me awake as if some unseen threat had nearly grabbed me. The whole night was like that. It was when the guys left that I finally passed out from exhaustion. I had no idea what it was or why it was happening, but I at least was on vacation. 

There was no return date for them that I was given, so I tried to keep busy with getting things I needed. Like the bed. It was hard to pick one and each salesperson I worked with seemed just as pushy as the last one. If I didn’t say no to all of them, then I would end up with ten beds. At least Johnny said I could use his. By the end of the week, I was finding myself feeling worse than when I was at my Ex’s on the couch. I was lonely and tired and emotional and just wanted someone to hug me and pet my head. Neither of those things were going to happen, so I tried to march on. At the mattress store, trying one last time, I was laying on a rather comfortable one when I heard a familiar voice. 

Sitting up, I saw my Ex with the girl he left me for. They were hugging and touching foreheads and smiling while picking out furniture. He and I were supposed to renovate a room to make it into a library, but there he was with someone else and I was bedless. Worse, I didn’t have anything I wanted. I had unpacked my clothes into a closet, but all my pictures and decorations and bigger stuff were still at his place and I couldn’t bring myself to ask for them back. The tidal wave of emotions hit me, making me apologize as I speed walked out of the store before he could see me. 

Back home, I changed into comfortable clothes and grabbed cold pizza to eat before turning on Titanic in the living room. I needed to cry and get it out before I turned into a hysterical nut job over a mattress. There I stayed for the weekend, crying over 1998 Leo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet because while their love was brief, it was intense and lasting despite the years of separation. That was how the others found me Monday afternoon. I was given a half day as a water pipe burst, kicking me out of my building again, so back to Titanic with tears and pasta. 

“I’m flying, Jack. I’m flying,” I ugly sobbed as I held my arms out with Kate and Leo. The others were damn near silent as they stood by and watched my misery. 

“Should we do something, Cap?” Kyle asked. They were in ear shot, but I ignored them as I ‘doo doo doo’d along to the score. 

“I don’t know if we can,” John said. 

“I’ll talk to her,” Johnny said, dropping his bag before coming over to me. “Hey there, what’re you watching, hen?” He asked, his voice soft and gentle as if he were speaking to a scared animal.

“Titanic,” I whimpered. 

“How many times have you watched it?”

“It’s almost four hours long because it’s the extended edition,” I said. “I’ve had it on repeat since Friday.” Johnny was quiet, looking at me wide eyed before looking back to the group. That was clearly too many times. 

“How about we turn this off for a bit, yeah?” John said, coming over to pick up the remote. 

“No, don't touch it!” I shrieked, grabbing the remote from him. John jumped back like a wild animal snapped their jaws at him. “I’ve had a bad week and I'm still out of work because the building is old and hasn’t been kept properly for so long and they’re finding more things to fix. . .”

“You’re sad about work?” Kyle asked, coming closer, putting his arm around me. His rainy, earthy scent swirled around me, calming my tense muscles. John shot him a dirty look, but didn’t say anything. 

“Not really. I mean, I haven’t taken a vacation in nearly 6 years because I love it. So a break is nice, but I tried to go mattress shopping this week and I felt weird every time I tried one and the last store I was at had my ex-boyfriend, Dirk, with his new girlfriend buying a writing desk,” I said, getting choked up. “We were making a library in our house and that was the last piece. Then I caught him in bed with his new girlfriend and now I’m just a loser in a big, empty house with no mattress who watched Titanic over 15 times!”

“It’s okay. We all go through bouts of bad luck,” Kyle said, rubbing my arms.

“But this isn’t bad luck!” I cried, pulling away to look at them. “I’m cursed! It has to be it! I was with Dirk for nearly 5 years and we didn’t canoodle once! We were planning on starting a radish farm in the countryside and raise sheep as a side project! Then right after I got my promotion, my boss gave me a whole gift basket of knick knacks, because she knows I love knick knacks, the same day I came home to find Dirk in bed with our neighbor! Then I had to sleep on the couch and listen to them boink till I moved in here, leaving behind so much stuff because I just wanted out of there, and then he finishes our projects with HER!? That’s being cursed.”

“How much stuff?” Simon asked, breaking the awkward/stunned silence. 

“Like, I sold a lot when I moved in, but the bigger stuff was mine. The TV, the sectional, the bar cart, all the plants-”

“Suffice to say, you still have a lot over there, yeah?” John said, cutting me off. I nodded with a sigh, wiping my face with the sleeve of my fuzzy bathrobe that probably needed to be washed. I hadn’t showered or changed all weekend, having doused myself in deodorant and dry shampoo to make it through the day only to have it backfire when the pipe burst and drenched my clothes. So back into depression pants it was. 

“Right then, looks like we have a mission, boys,” John said. “Gaz, get us a decent sized moving truck, Soap and Ghost, move all our shite out and clear the areas.”

“What about me?” I asked, looking at him with big eyes, full of confusion. 

“You have the most important job of all, Love,” he said, resting a hand on my shoulder. Warmth bloomed in my chest as he looked at me with a soft smile. “Go take a shower.”

Well then. 

“Are we not going to touch that she said ‘boink’ and ‘canoodle’?” Simon asked.

~::~::~::~::~::~::~::~::~

After a shower, with Soap coming in to make sure I didn’t still smell sad several times, I was deemed fit to join the mission of getting my stuff back. Kyle had found a moving truck easily with the day going late, so he and Simon rode together while John, Soap, and I rode in Soap’s jeep. “Is this the place?” Soap asked as we pulled up in front of the cottage like home that used to be mine. 

“Yeah,” I said with a soft whine. “I mean, maybe we should come back tomorrow. He might not be home and I don’t want to walk in on him and her doing the horizontal tango again.”

“Listen,” John said, turning in the front seat to look at me. “You can’t just ignore things and let people walk all over you. You need to stand up to him and take back what’s yours. It isn’t right that he keeps so much while you just accept the bare minimum. Especially if it was yours to begin with.”

“It’s okay to take up space and speak up to keep that space,” Soap said, turning to look at me as well. “You’ve got back up in this, too. We won’t let him walk over you.”

“Really?” I asked, looking at them. 

“Really,” Soap said with a nod.

“Okay, let’s do this,” I said, letting out a big breath. Stepping out of the jeep, I led the two men to the front door. Knocking quietly, I waited only a second before turning around. “Okay, he’s not home, let’s go.”

“No, you are going to stand your ground, Lass,” Soap said, catching me before I could even walk away. “You’ve got this.”

“And we’ve got you,” John said with a firm nod. 

After nodding and taking another deep breath, I turned back around to knock louder on the door. 

“Maybe a bit more ‘umph’ if ya could,” Soap said. Raising my hand, I slammed it down on the door as hard as I could three times. “Jesus, taking the door off its hinges,” he snickered. 

It did the trick though, Dirk opened the door with a very bewildered look on his face to see me and two men of different heights, but equally big muscles. Dirk himself was tall, almost 6’7”, and had shoulder length brown hair that he kept up in a bun. He had recently shaved off the beard he’d been growing since we started dating as well, giving his once round face a more sharp angle.

“Peaches?” He said, looking at me. “What are you doing here?”

“I want my stuff back, Dirk,” I said, but my tone made it a request rather than a statement. “All of it.”

“What do you mean? You took all your stuff with you,” he said. In true Dirk fashion, he was trying to gaslight me and the others. I knew that most of the stuff in the house was mine and so did he, but he had made sure everyone knew it was ‘ours’ when they came to visit. 

“No, I still have stuff here. My pictures, my decorations, my sectional and tv and appliances-”

“Look, I know you think you need that stuff, but you don’t. You’re good without it. Otherwise you would have taken it with you from the start,” Dirk said, giving me a soft smile. One that used to make me melt as he pulled so much nonsense right in front of me. 

“Or, she didn’t have help to move it, so that’s why we’re here,” Soap said. “So, if you’d let us in to grab her stuff and go, that would be grand.”

“Whoa, whoa. I can’t just let you in here to take what you want,” Dirk said, holding up his hands. “I’ve got my stuff too and for all I know she could say it’s hers when it’s not. Obviously you’d believe her over me, so I can’t risk that. Look, Peaches, you can come back without these guys and I’ll help you get your stuff tomorrow, okay? I’m kind of busy and can’t stop what I’m doing.”

“Dirk, what’s going on?” A voice called. Walking out from the old office, the yoga teacher looked confused. She was in leggings and a sports bra, covered in paint. 

“Nothing, Darling, go back to painting,” Dirk said with a dismissive chuckle. “So, how about after 3PM, hmm?”

Seeing the Yoga Teacher in her outfit, covered in pea green paint, and knowing she was painting over the Italian Vista Yellow of the Library that I had done triggered me. Dirk had clearly replaced me with ease and he was replacing everything I had done without a second thought.

“Dirk, give me back my stuff,” I snapped, looking up at him with a fury. 

“Look, Peaches-”

“Shut up! I’m taking my stuff back and if you try to stop me I will bite you!” I growled. “Now move your stupid lanky, Jack Skellington body before I make good on my promise.” 

“Whoa! Pe-”

“Stop calling me Peaches! That’s not my name and I don’t even like the fruit that much!” I snapped, pushing him aside. “Come on in guys. I don’t want to stay too long and get the smell of lies on everything.”

“I don’t know about that, but okay,” Soap snorted as he and John came in. Everytime Dirk tried to interrupt, I’d snap at him about how I kept all the receipts for everything big I bought and I did indeed own it. Yoga Teacher had left promptly, telling Dirk she’d be back later. Simon and Kyle were quick to help as well, Dirk giving Simon a weird look after telling him to go ahead and come in. Simon had cracked his neck and while I couldn’t see it behind his mask, I could tell he had a wide grin underneath. 

It took maybe an hour to get everything from the sofa to the tv to the dining room table and all my small stuff. Once it was packed up, Dirk stood at the threshold of his home with his arms crossed while glaring at me. Soap just flipped him off while blowing a raspberry as we drove home. 

Unloading was just as easy, the guys carrying everything inside quickly without even breaking a sweat. I knew active military people kept fit, but this was even a feat for them. 

“Looks good,” Kyle said, seeing how everything seemed to magically match the house. Gone were the torn and taped furniture and in was the almost new items that really spruced up the home. 

“Thanks,” I said, looking at them. “All of you for everything. I thought that I would be miserable for a much longer time than I was.”

“You’re welcome,” Soap said, ruffling my hair again. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped at the display of affection. It felt nice. 

“One problem,” Simon said from the sofa, having turned on the TV. “You still don’t have a bed.”

“Damn it.”

~::~::~::~::~::~::~::~::~

“Are you sure you’re okay with sharing your bed with me?” I asked John after grabbing some of my own blankets. 

“Of course,” he said, opening the door to his room. Like Soap’s, it was clean and orderly. Everything in its place. He had bookshelves full of paperbacks and hardbacks that lined one wall, a desk that looked like it belonged to a lord or duke that was huge and had intricate carvings on it, and his bed was huge. I figured it would be a queen like Soaps, but it was a king with the softest, silkiest sheets I’d ever felt. The blankets were light and the pillows fluffy. It was going to be a dream come true to sleep there. “Make yourself comfortable on the bed. I’m going to take a quick shower then join you,” he said, giving me a smile before disappearing into his bathroom.

Soap wanted his own bed and while I would have been fine sharing with him, the look Simon gave me was warning enough. Kyle made an excuse that he was cleaning his room and didn’t want guests over, so that left me with Price. I didn’t mind so long as he didn’t. Pulling back the covers of his bed, I made a small nest to give us a barrier of sorts. It felt polite to designate our spaces given we barely knew each other. 

Comfortable and laying in bed, I closed my eyes as the sounds of John’s shower lulled me to sleep. But like last time I tried to sleep when the boys were home, I jerked awake like I was either going to be grabbed or about to fall. Sucking in a breath through my nose, I looked around to find it had only been about 10 minutes since I laid down. John was coming out of the bathroom in just a towel to see me sitting in bed, looking around in a slight panic. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, coming over to my side of the bed.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “I was asleep and then I just. . . I don’t know. I woke up suddenly. . .”

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, sitting next to me. Looking at him, it didn’t even occur to me that he had just a towel on. I was distracted. His body was built and toned, but nothing like a body builder. Short curls covered his chest and trailed down his belly, his legs and arms having a generous amount as well. While I got that with a glance, it was two large, dark scars that ran down either side of his spine from the middle of his shoulders to the middle of his back that drew my attention.

“Had surgery on my back,” he said, pulling my attention from the marks. “I fell out of a helicopter about 5 years ago and broke my back as well as my pelvis. It took nearly 15 hours of surgery to put me back together after getting med-evaced out of there.”

“Wow,” I said softly, worrying my blankets between my fingers. “It doesn’t hurt at all now?”

“No, not really. I forget they’re there since I never see them,” he said with a soft chuckle. “There’s much smaller ones too, we all have them.”

“Is that why Simon wears a mask?”

“Mmm,” he hummed, nodding. “Poor guy would get more stares if he didn’t wear it and he hates attention as is.”

“I’m sorry you were put in a position to get them. I know it’s naive and childish, but if only we could all get along,” I said.

“The world would be much better off,” he nodded. “I’m really proud of you today. That took a lot of guts. From just the small interaction we had with that prick, I understand why you wouldn’t want to confront him.”

“Thanks,” I said, chuckling. “I had help, but I’m glad I did it too. Not sure what I would have done without you guys.”

“Still be watching Titanic, I’d say,” John snorted. Scoffing, I nudged him with my foot as I rolled my eyes. 

“It’s a good movie and pretty stinkin’ accurate,” I said.

“Eh, it has its moments. I don’t remember the third class passengers being locked behind doors, but Guggenheim was pretty spot on,” John said, holding my foot to absentmindedly rub it. 

“You think? I mean, no one can say for sure about the doors or Guggenheim, but they tried to stay true to it and made it a lot more. . . Real, ya know?” I said, relaxing as he worked his way up my ankle with warm fingers pushing and working my tired muscles. 

“No one ever thought it had really split besides a few of the survivors that said so, but then again, who listens to us?” He said.

“‘Us?’ Look, I know you’re in your late 30’s but you’re nowhere near old enough to have been on the Titanic. My great-grandmother, maybe, but you’re not even regular old,” I said. “You’re barely middle-aged. Then again, I heard we’re getting quarter life crises now.”

“Thank you,” John laughed. “For not calling me old. But you don’t know. I could be an immortal demon that just likes to spend time with humans because they’re so fascinating.”

“Well, you’re an especially nice demon, if I say so myself,” I said, smiling as he switched feet. 

“Don’t tell the others, they’ll start using it against me,” he said with a wink. 

“Oh, I think they know already,” I giggled. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right. They know how to twist my arm to get what they want,” he said. “Okay, lay on your front.” Setting my leg down, he patted my thigh to encourage me to listen. I didn’t ask or bother trying to. Doing as I was told, I moved to lay on my belly with a pillow tucked under my head with my arms curled around it. 

John moved, straddling my rear before pushing my sleep shirt up. Before I could protest, his fingers were digging and rubbing into my tense back. My words died on my lips as a moan came out instead. 

“Looks like I found the right spot,” John hummed as he kept working that spot, earning more noises between whines and hisses and grunts till the knot was gone and he moved on to the next. It felt amazing and painful as he worked my body into submission. By the time he was done, I was goo beneath him. 

“That felt good,” I mumbled into the pillow, feeling like I was in no way going to be able to move. John must have known his powers as he moved me over a bit and tucked me in. He left me for a few moments before coming back in pajama pants and a tee. “Were you just naked on top of me?” I asked.

“Is that a problem?” He asked, climbing into bed next to me.

“No, just an observation,” I said, finally falling asleep and staying asleep. 

Instead of jerking awake, I had dreams filled with debauchery that would make Benjamin Franklin blush. All of it was with John, too, which made waking up to find a mess of arousal in my pants all the more embarrassing. John was already up and out of bed by the time I was sitting up, luckily, so I went ahead to shower then get breakfast. By the time I came back with a coffee and bagel, John was busy in my room.

He had found a bed frame in the basement that he said was perfect for me. It was a canopy bed made from wood with a dark finish and gauzy lavender curtains. 

“I didn’t even know that I had this,” he said, showing me after setting it up. “It’s a king size, but I’m sure you’ll appreciate the space.” John had also pulled up a matching dresser and side tables as well. “It doesn’t go with the paint job, but you could do that in your own time.”

“It’s wonderful, thank you,” I said, turning to hug him tightly. He tensed for a moment before relaxing. That heat I had felt before came back, settling heavily as he held me. 

“You’re welcome,” he said softly into my hair. Pulling away, feeling drawn to him still, I had to look away or I’d stay there longer. Soap and Kyle were waiting on me and I couldn’t put it off any longer. “You better go before they start hunting for you. I’ll unpack these few boxes for you and set them on your dresser and nightstand for you to place where you want later.”

“Thanks, again, John,” I said with a nod. “I really do appreciate this.” He turned to give me a smile before waving. Waving back slightly, I hurried down the stairs to where the two men were waiting on me.

“Someone looks flushed,” Kyle purred with a smirk. 

“What? No, I just ran down stairs, shut up weirdo, let’s go get me a mattress,” I said, waving him off before walking outside. Were my cheeks red? I didn’t think there was much to it. It was just a HUG for crying out loud. I didn’t need or want to like my roommates like that. Eugh. 

“So what size of mattress do you need for your new bed frame?” Soap asked as he drove. 

“John said it was a king size,” I said, looking at my bank account. Which did not look good. I was paid for the first week off, but the second week was going to be paid as if I worked half days. “Which I’m now regretting that I said yes to. I was ready to buy a full size mattress. It’s just me in it so it didn’t need to be big. Heck, I was going to go for a twin.”

“You are not getting a twin bed,” Kyle said. “They are for children and grannies, of which you are neither. A full size is okay under circumstance, but you need at least a queen bed. Also, because Price put together the bed frame already, you have to get a king size. He won’t take it down and won’t let any of us touch it.”

“I know, I feel bad, but a king size is going to be over a thousand pounds and I don’t have that kind of money,” I said with a sigh. I hated letting people know that I didn’t have much. It felt weird and embarrassing. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll buy it for you,” Soap said. 

“Wait, what? No, you can’t. I won’t let you?” I said, confused because he was so calm about it. 

“Think of it as payment for your stuff replacing our old stuff,” Soap said with a shrug. That made sense. Pulling into the parking lot, it wasn’t long before we were looking at a sea of mattresses and all of them looked the same. 

“Okay, so where should we start?” Kyle asked. I sighed and shrugged, but then Soap took the lead. Pulling me over by the arm, he picked me up like a doll and tossed me onto the bed as I yelped. “Not what I meant, but that works.”

“What the heck, Soap!?” I cried, bouncing on the bed. 

“Is it comfortable?” He asked, hopping onto next to me.

“I mean, yeah, but-”

“Then on to the next one,” he said, dragging me off the mattress. Each mattress I tried, I was thrown on by Soap like a dog tossing his toy in the air to catch. 

“Okay, okay, okay,” I said, clawing myself away from Soap. “If you throw me again, I will barf on you.”

“Duly noted,” he said as he sat up. “So, did you really spend 5 years with your ex and not have sex?”

“Why? Why are you bringing this up?” I asked, looking at him wide eyed. 

“Well, it’s curious, is all,” he said with a shrug. “You slept in the same bed, but never did anything? Not even hands?”

“I’m not having this conversation with you,” I said, standing up to go to another mattress. 

“Hen, wait,” he called, hopping up to follow me. “It’s just. . . He slept with your neighbor, but never with you and he lived with you. That’s odd.”

“Okay, I get it, I’m weird for not sleeping with my live-in boyfriend,” I huffed at him.

“No, I meant that was odd for him,” Soap said. “You didn’t suddenly find yourself wanting to fuck someone after years of celibacy. It’s weird for him.”

“Okay, so you think something else happened?” I asked, unsure of where he was going with this.

“Well, you said your boss gave you knick knacks and then everything went to shite,” Soap said. “It sounds like a curse to me.”

“Okay, I’m going to stop you there. Curses aren’t real, I was being dramatic,” I said. “My ex just decided he was over manipulating me and doing what he wanted while using me.”

“Did he ever do anything like that before?” Soap asked. “I mean, anything out of character that suddenly?”

“I don’t know,” I groaned. “I don’t think so. Johnny, what’s the deal with this line of questioning? It’s not a mystery to be solved. Dirk was a narcissist that was using me and made it so I didn’t see his intentions. That’s it.”

“I don’t think it is,” he said, shaking his head. “You said you went back to work and had to leave the same day? What are they renovating?” 

“This is getting a bit weird for my taste, so let’s get back to mattress shopping,” I said, turning away quickly. The way he was pushing for something made my stomach twist. There wasn’t a grand conspiracy going on. It was just stupid things happening at the worst times. 

It was another half hour before I found the bed I wanted. It was comfy and cozy and until I broke it in, I could put a pillow topper on it. With the purchase made then loaded up, we went home. Soap and Kyle were quick to move the pieces in before we realized I didn’t have any sheets. Of course. 

“I’m just going to run down to the shops and grab some. I really want to sleep in my own bed tonight with my own pillows and covers,” I said. 

“Here, take the jeep,” Soap said, tossing me the keys. 

“Thanks,” I said, catching them. 15 minutes later I was browsing through the home goods store, trying to decide what colors I wanted. While browsing, my mind began to wander as Soap’s words came back to me. Curses weren’t real. They were just made up like fairy tales to keep people from messing around with dead things and not to be awful to each other. But he was right. Dirk had changed that day I got my promotion. We hadn’t been intimate because he wanted to have a slightly old fashioned relationship. I didn’t mind because I didn’t really think about that stuff because I was usually so busy with work. 

He was still the bad guy, his gaslighting had been happening since we met and it wasn’t like his cheating was out of the blue. I had thought he’d been seeing someone else before, catching him kissing a girl from his work. He explained it away as they were in a play, which made no sense as he worked as a salesperson for compost. Soap’s words shouldn’t have been eating at me so much, but maybe he was right. Maybe I was cursed and I needed true love’s kiss or something to break it. Except, no one loved me and I didn’t love anyone. Not like that at least. That connection with someone where you can almost read their thoughts, that you can feel what they feel, and while sometimes you fight, it doesn’t tear you apart. It brings you closer. 

No. I didn’t have that and I was starting to think I never would. 

Just as I was about to grab the purple jersey sheets, lost in my thoughts, my hand landed on someone else’s. 

“Oh, sorry,” I said as I pulled away. Looking to the right, a man with sandy blond hair and piercing blue eyes had reached for the same set of sheets.

“Oh, no, go right ahead,” he said, his voice dripping with a Southern American accent. Chuckling, he stepped back to wave me on. “Sorry about that, I didn't realize someone else was grabbing for the same set.”

“Sorry, I was in my own little world, but thanks,” I said, taking the sheets to put in my trolley. “You don’t really strike me as a purple guy.”

“I’m usually not, but I was wanting to branch out a bit and, well, I need some new sheets anyways,” he said. “I’m Phillip, by the way.”

“Hi,” I said, giving him my name. “You don’t really get many Americans around here.”

“No, I don’t suppose you do,” he said, nodding. “Are you a local?”

“I moved here a while ago, so I’m basically a local now,” I said. “How long have you been here?” 

“Not long. A few months really,” he said, leaning against his trolly. “I’m with the military and so I’m used to moving every few years.”

“Oh? My roommates are military too,” I said. “I have no idea what they do or what their ranks are, but they’re in the British military.”

“You don’t say? You wouldn’t happen to at least know their names, do you?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Uh, John, Kyle, Johnny, and Simon,” I said, a little perplexed. Maybe Phillip worked with them recently or they worked together in the past.

“That wouldn’t be John Price, Kyle Garrick, Johnny MacTavish, and Simon Riley, would it?” He asked, coming closer as he kept his eyes locked with mine.

“Wait, yeah. Do you know them?” I asked. My stomach began to twist again, like it did with Soap before. Something in my brain was telling me to run away, throw things at him and get out of there as quickly as possible. The air around us didn’t feel right, It was suddenly stagnant and warm versus the cool and moving with the fans on. 

“I sure do,” he said before my phone went off. It was John. Phillip’s eyes finally left mine to look at my phone in my hand with a smirk. “You should probably answer that.” Frowning, I answered it as I stood there with Phillip. 

“John?” I answered, my voice shaking as I looked back up at the blond. Phillip stepped closer, cornering me to keep me from slipping past him.

“You need to get home, NOW,” John said. “I pulled out all your things and set them up like I said, but there’s something wrong. Something is very wrong.” He sounded agitated, almost out of breath like something had chased him. 

“John, I think you’re right,” I said. He paused, hearing the tremble in my voice

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, the call getting staticy. 

“I don’t know,” I said. Phillip sighed, holding his hand out for my phone, gesturing for me to give it to him. “John.” My back hit the wall of items, a few of them fell, but that was the least of my problems.

“What’s wrong?” He asked again, firmer.

“Do you know Phillip Graves?” I asked. John cursed as Phillip rolled his eyes, yanking my phone away. “John!”

“Hello, John, it’s been a while,” the man cooed. I stared at him with my mouth hanging open, turning to look for help. It hadn’t been that long since I was in the store and it wasn’t nearly closing time, but the entire store was empty save for me and Phillip. Even the employees were gone. “You know what we want. It’s an easy decision to make and I’ll make it even easier on you.”

“What?” I said, looking around again, seeing the windows blacked out. It had been bright with sunlight not five minutes ago. “John!” I cried, getting scared. Turning back to Phillip, he didn’t look the same. His eyes glowed red as black smoke rippled off of him. Screaming, I tried to rush past him, but he easily tripped me to send me to the ground. I didn’t have time to scramble as strong, smoking hands pulled me to my feet. 

“Don’t hurt her,” Phillip said, his skin turning a pale, purple color. “Not yet at least. The ball’s in your court, John. I just hope your new roommate doesn’t mind being killed over a rock. I mean, you’ve let dozens of other people die over this, so what’s one more, hmm? You know where to find me when you’re ready to hand it over. Buh-bye,” he said in a sing-song voice before hanging up. “Now, let’s go have some fun.”

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[lilbittystar]

A Late Night confession..

Teenage Quack’s x reader story

Like any other late summer night you usually get on a discord call and talk to your best friend Alex. Goofing off playing fortnight or Minecraft you guys laugh loudly enough that it makes your both of your parents come in your into your room late at night to tell you guys to keep it down or shut it off.

But this this night he wanted to face time, because he wanted to show you something really cool he wanted show you his Lego set that he recently completed.

“Wait hold up give me a second before I show you let me simi dry my hair first… see it’s too wet he shows a strand of his hair dangling a piece in front of the camera” smiling (the guy had recently taken a shower) he took a second to he ruffles his wet jet black hair with a towel and later shook it like a wet dog. You giggled a little

“Okey okey okey” he grabs his phone and sets you down on his desk. he goes a little far from his phone but still in plain sight and he does a little dance dance(insert his iconic fortnight dance that he always does) he grabs his Lego set and hides it behind his back okey drumroll pleasee y/n

You *started to drum rolling*

He comes back to the screen you face to face and says tada he takes out this Big Lego truck and shows it off “DUDE IT TOOK ME LIKE 7hr of my life to build this bro, istg hardest 7 hours of my life. “ as he shakes his head while smiling admiring his Lego creation.

“Woah dude yeah said in shock, Yeah Alex I dunno how you do it” you smile admire his dedication to his Lego set “see I really don’t have the patience for that”You said. He plops into his gaming chair you guys talk another 2 hours on face time when you realize it’s 12 Am and you have forgotten to do you skincare routine“dude I need to wash my face. “ you looked at him and said “you’re coming along on this adventure to the bathroom” you giggled walking to the bathroom “anyways you can keep talking whatever you were saying before” He keeps yapping

You set down your phone where he can still see your face. You start washing your face and you finish after 5 mins and you realize Alex stopped talking.

Alex? You said as You look at your self in the mirror and down to your phone where you see the boy just admiring you. Bro had a little twinkle in his eye You guys lock eyes and he straight up tells you “y/n you know that your very pretty, you know that right? “He looks you down and up with his eyes. And leans back on his gaming chair, with a little smirk.

You were caught of guard by that comment

Huh? Alex.. you start to blush a little

“You heard me don’t act like you didn’t hear me” he says He lifted his eyebrow looking at you his dark brown eyes, speaking for him on how he felt.

Are you trying to flirt with me? You said

Perhaps, You see a little coloration of pink started to form on his cheeks as He smiles

You stared at him blushing and your heart racing.

Look Y/n … he sighs his voice goes a little deeper the usual

“I really like you. And I really can’t be pretending any more that I don’t like you romantically when in reality i do. And I don’t wanna act like I don’t think about you at night, or the fact that all I think about is you. Like all the time… i mean who wouldn’t think about you you’re amazing and beautiful and I really enjoy your company. ln all honestly, i really want to be more then just best friends”. He looks at you while smiling and blushing.

“Look I gotta go, But think on what I said and I’ll talk to you tmr, Alright?.”

*He hangs up*

You were too stunned to speak.

#quackity x y/n #quackity x you #alex quackity #flirting #god help me #woah #qsmp x reader

[fierygoddess-2]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊

𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕿𝖜𝖔

Summary: (Y/n) finally meets Aemond, but it’s not the way you would expect first impressions to go, with a battle. Let’s see what Aemond thinks of the Ice Dragon as they encounter each other more and more. (Sorry I suck at summaries)

Warnings: Fighting, Weapons, Character Death, Slight Sexual Reference, Aegon is a warning in itself (Let me know if I missed anything)

A/n: I’m so excited to add Aemond more into this story. Thank you everyone for liking this story and I hope you stay as this journey continues. Also thank my friend who threatened to steal my dog if I didn’t continue this series :D

Your fierce icy eyes stared deep into Aemonds dull blue ones as you studied his movements. As you did that, it gave him the opportunity to study your features. From your (h/c) dreads that were in a half up and half down style. To your sun-kissed skin where if he looked close enough he could see a faint scar that ran from the top of your seemingly plump lips to your chin. Then Aemond went to your eyes and he couldn’t help but be captivated by them.

How could your blue eyes look so cold, but hold so much fire in them.

The fire in your eyes made many who stood before you turn to ash from a single glance, but for Aemond it was different. When he stared into your eyes all he wanted to do was play with the fire, as if the flames were his only source of life and happiness.

Aemond was distracted by you, which you noticed and allowed you to make your move. “You left yourself open.”

You dashed forward and sliced your sword at his neck, but he managed to parry your attack in the nick of time. But, what caught him off guard next was when you pushed his sword to the side with your own sword and turned your body swiftly around while grabbing his arms. As you caught his arms you tossed his sword across the training ground with your own sword nearly piercing someone. Now Aemond was caught in your vice grip and weaponless with your sword aimed above his neck.

“It looks like I’ve won One-Eye.” You whisper into his ear with a small smirk on your face.

Aemond didn’t know what to think. He should be angry by getting beaten by a girl in front of nobles, but also in front of his nephews that he despised with every fiber of his being. He should be angry at the name you called him by. But, he didn’t feel embarrassed or even angry.

No. What Aemond felt at that moment as he laid trapped was the feeling of fascination, of curiosity. He honestly had no clue why he was feeling this, let alone with someone he met today, but you were an enigma to him and all he wanted to do was figure you out. ‘To figure out the enemy’ was what he told himself, but deep down he felt that that wasn’t the full truth.

After a minute or two you finally let Aemond go and sheathed your blade. You looked at Aemond, ready to say something, but a guard had silenced you when he ordered someone to open the gate. Everyone’s attention shifted towards the gates and what you saw made you grip the hilt of your sword tightly, making your knuckles turn white, which didn’t go unnoticed by Aemond.

The flags of house Valeryon stood tall as the man that you wish to meet the side of your blade stood in the center. As Vaemond Valeryon and his guards walked up towards the castle gates he stared at Luke, which caused you to move next to him. Vaemond shifted his gaze towards your piercing blue eyes and was visibly shaken, but he quickly composed himself and looked away from you as he went through the Red Keep’s gate.

After a few minutes of you glaring at the gates, you turned towards Luke and Jace. “Let’s go. We should explore more of the castle.” You say trying to ease the tension that grew when Vaemond appeared. They nodded there heads and followed you inside, what also followed you was Aemonds stare as you walked away with your brothers.

“What an interesting creature you are, Ice Dragon.” Aemond whispered.

After exploring the Red Keep with Luke and Jace for a while, you decide to split from them and explore the castle on your own for a little. You walked the halls of the great castle until you found yourself in the castle’s courtyard. That’s when you noticed three figures standing by the Godswood. As you got closer you realized that one of the figures was your mother, Rhaenyra. The other two were, “Princess Rhaenys. Rhaena.”

The two women turned to you and smiled. “(Y/n)!” Rhaena ran up to you and gave you a tight hug. You hugged her back with the same amount of force.

“I’ve missed you.” Rhaena sighed.

You broke the hug and placed both of your calloused hands on her shoulders as you chuckled, “You saw me just this morning.”

The two of you smiled at each other before your eyes drifted to her grandmother who was smiling at the way you two were.

“It’s been so long since I’ve last seen you Princess Rhaenys. How is Prince Corlys faring? “ You walked up to her and gave her a hug which she gladly returned.

Once she pulled away from the embrace she responded, “What have I told you about calling me Grandmother. Corlys would wish you to call him Grandfather. You are family to us, blood or not.” Her tone made her seem like there was no disagreeing with her. Rhaenys then sighed softly before speaking once more, “Corlys is doing better now than he was before. All he needs is rest.”

“That’s good to hear, Grandmother. I pray that Grandfather heals fast so that he may sail the seas once more with Sea Snake.” You shared a smile with your grandmother before Rhaenyra clears her throat to get everyone’s attention. You could tell there was tension between your mother and grandmother.

“Might I speak to the Princess alone, Rhaena and (y/n)?” Rhaenyra asked.

You nodded your head at your mother before holding out your arm for Rhaena to grab, which she gladly did by linking her arm with yours. You two bid farewell and headed back inside the castle.

As you walk down a series of corridors with Rhaena in your arm, you could help but bask in the silence that enveloped the two of you. You missed Rhaena, your sister, it has been some moons since you got to properly speak to her with all your training getting in the way. You and her had many things to talk about, but in the silence is where you truly understood each other and in reality silence is also conversation.

You honestly felt at peace after being without it for so long. But it wasn’t long until the peaceful silence was soon filled with a Rhaena’s soothing voice.

“I heard from some of the maids and nobles that the Ice Dragon had beaten Prince Aemond in a sparring match.” Her smile soon turned into a smirk.

You chuckled, “Yes I did. He left himself vulnerable during the spar and was easy to defeat. He looked to be a good opponent when he was fighting one of the Kings Guard, but I guess I was wrong.”

“Well anyone who fights you is sure to meet their end quickly.” You gave Rhaena a loving smile that seemed to brighten your vibrant blue eyes. “If not by your blade than by your eyes and I think Aemond’s end was the latter.”

You pondered the thought before you hummed, “Maybe. But sooner or later my fire will turn him to ash as they inevitably do.”

“Maybe. Or he might play with your fire instead.”

You looked at Rhaena with a small smile, “Isn’t that a thought. Time would surely tell.” Then you two slowly walked towards Rhaena’s chambers and you bid her a goodnight before making your way to your bed chambers for the night.

Once you got settled for bed you had one thought that stuck with you. ‘Someone to play with my fire.’

“That would be a first.” You whispered to yourself before succumbing to the world of sleep.

You stood with your family in the throne room, clad in the same leather armor that your mother had gifted you a few days prior, with your sword securely sheathed on your non-dominant sides hip. Your (h/c) dreads were pulled up back, which your mother keeps telling you brought out more of your features. Aemond seemed to agree with your mother because he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful your face was, from your cheekbones, to your lips, and your eyes. Even though you were across the room from him, all he could see was stare at you from across the room like you were the only one there. He felt a weird feeling in his chest. This feeling felt so foreign to him, felt strange, but he liked the feeling that he got every time he saw you.

‘But what is this feeling.’ Aemond thought to himself. This feeling had him on the edge and he was determined to find out just what this feeling was no matter what. He was soon taken out of his thoughts when his grandfather spoke.

“Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds. We gather her with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King’s voice on this and all other matters. The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon.” Otto Hightower finished speaking and gave the floor to Vaemond. Your attention was then focused on the mentioned man as you glared at him as he looked at your family, but Luke took most of the heat of his stare.

There was a steady pause before Vaemond turned to Alicent Hightower, “My Queen,” He then turned to Otto, “My Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extend beyond the seven kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas.” You sigh before muttering under your breath, “Aōha drēje dīnagon iksos naejot sagon se līve hen embar.” (Your rightful place is to be the whore of the sea). Rhaena and Daemon seemed to have heard you because a small chuckle was heard from her and a small smile appeared on Aemonds face, which they both lowered their heads to hide. It went unnoticed however as Vaemond continued on with his speech, “I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother’s seat. I am Lord Corlys’s closests kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins.”

Vaemond was soon cut off by your mother, Rhaenyra, “As it does in my sons, the offspring of Leanor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your house’s blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition.”

“You will have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra.” Queen Alicent cut in, “Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard.”

You grabbed your mother’s hand, which she gladly took, as you looked over at Queen Alicent. As you looked over, you noticed Aemond’s eye trained on you, it made you feel uneasy, but you slowly looked forward. Completely ignoring his stared, which caused an unsettling fire to burn in his chest, but he intended to ignore it for now.

Vaemond was now completely turned towards your family. He had a small smile on his face that you wished to punch off of him, but you held yourself as much as you could. “What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn’t recognize it.”

‘I would gladly cut your veins for you.’ You thought as you tightened your hold on Rhaenyra’s hand.

“This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours.” It didn’t go unnoticed when he looked at Luke, but if looks could kill Vaemond would be burned by the intensity of your glare. Vaemond noticed your stare and felt uncomfortable and scared on what laid behind it. He quickly turned around and addressing the Queen and the Lord Hand. “This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother’s successor…the lord of Driftmark and the Lord of the Tides.”

“Thank you Ser Vaemond.” Otto thanked Vaemond before calling up Rhaenyra to the center to speak.

“If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very—” Every turned to look at the opening doors to see who interrupted the proceedings, but when they noticed who it was everyone shocked.

“King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.” One of Kings Guard announced.

You were shocked to say the least. You were told that the King would be bed ridden, but here he was trying his best to walk to the throne. This was your first time ever seeing the King and you were told and heard many rumors about his illness, but you never thought that he would look this bad. Barely able to walk and had a golden mask covering his face, which you could only assume was to hide how much his face had decayed, from what you heard from your family.

Everyone continued to watch in mild shock as the King continued his trek to his throne. From the corner of your eye you could see how shocked Vaemond was to see his presence, as he looked at Otto and Alicent Hightower. You smirked knowing that whatever plan they had conjured up was now going up in glorious flames.

Once King Viserys made it to the steps of the throne where Otto lay standing, he turned to speak to his Lord Hand, “I will sit the throne today.”

“Your Grace.” Otto acknowledged his King

As King Viserys tried to get up the steps, one of his guards came up to help him, “I’m will be fine. I will be fine.” He wanted to be strong in front of his people, but that was proving to be hard as he struggled to climb up the stairs to his throne.

You watched as your father moved from his place beside you to help his brother. Daemon may seem ruthless, violent and many other things, but he does care about his family even though others might not see it. Even after all that has happened between the two, Daemon still cared about his older brother. It brought a small smile to your face when you saw your father place Viserys’ fallen crown back onto his head before he walked back down towards your family. Once he stood back by you, you patted his arm, “Ao gaomagon emagon nykeā caring paktot.” (You do have a caring side) You said trying to ease the tension and it worked when Daemon gave you a small smile.

The small semblance of ease was broken when King Viserys started talking to the court, bringing you back to what was at hand, Jace’s succession to Driftmark.

“I must…admit…my confusion.” King Viserys hoarse and breathy voice traveled around the room. “I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present…who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys’s wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.”

Everyone turned to look at Princess Rhaenys, who you were glad was able to finally speak her mind about the whole thing. “Indeed, Your Grace.” Rhaenys stepped into the center of the room to finally give her remarks. “It was ever my husband’s will that Driftmark pass through Ser Leanor to his true-born son…Lucerys Velaryon.”

When Rhaenys said that Luke is the rightful heir to Driftmark, you slowly moved to stand next to Luke and once you were next to him you grabbed his hand in pure happiness. This didn’t go unnoticed by Aemond. Who felt the strange, foreign feeling in his chest as he stared at you and Luke’s conjoined hands, wished for nothing but to take his dagger and slice his nephew in the eye as retribution for his lost one. But, also for being near you.

“His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him.” Rhaenys continued on, “As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys’s granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree.” You were shocked at the proposal as was everyone else, but you were pleased to know that your family would be united.

“Well…the matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.” King Viserys announced. You could tell that some people didn’t like the settlement, but you didn’t care what they thought. All you cared about was that your brother got what was and is rightfully his. But Ser Vaemond couldn’t agree to that.

If only he had kept his mouth shut and had not uttered the words that he would soon say, he probably wouldn’t have met his end.

“You break law…” Ser Vaemond spoke to the King, “and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me…who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it.” You let go of your brothers hand as you slowly put it on the handle of your blade.

“‘Allow it’? Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.” King Viserys warned him. But he did not heed his warning as he turned and pointed at Luke and shouted, “That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine!”

Rhaenyra pushed Luke towards the doors, “Go to your Chambers. (Y/n) go with him.” She stated, but you were to furious to listen. The fire you possessed now burning within you. Rhaenyra soon turned back to Vaemond, “You have said enough.”

“Lucerys is my true-born grandson. And you…are no more than the second son of Driftmark.”

“You…may run your house as you see fit…but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned…” Vaemond turned towards your brother again as he uttered his next words, “I will not see it ended on the account of this—” He paused before he said the dreaded word. That was until Daemond spoke in a soft, but menacing tone, “Say it.” Vaemond glared at him and it became utterly silent.

Then you’re sweet, but venomous voice broke through the silence. “Go on. Say it.” As Vaemond broke eye contact with Daemon and turned his attention towards you, your flaming blue eyes immediately started burning into him, slowly turning him to ash where he stood. The people in the room waited in anticipation as this scene unfolded. Vaemond’s eyes didn’t leave yours when spoke, “Her children…” he paused before shouting, “are bastards!” The words echoed throughout the room. If you weren’t angry before well now you’re furious. He had awoken the dragon that laid deep within you. He back was now turned to you as he spoke his next words.

“And she…is…a whore.” The crowd gasped as he boldly announced that the King’s daughter was a harlot. King Viserys slowly got up from his throne and pulled out a dagger, “I…will have your tongue for that.”

Nobody had realized that you slowly made your way to Ser Vaemond and when they did it was too late. Your sword had moved through the air and sliced half of his face clean off. Finally ending his sorry excuse for a life. His body now laid motionless on the floor. Some of his blood had splashed onto your face, but you didn’t care you wipe it off. You wiped his disgusting blood off your sword with your arm before sheathing it once more.

All of the people in attendance gasped and covered their eyes as they witnessed the murder of Ser Vaemond Velaryon, but many people expected this as he did denigrate the King’s daughter and grandsons.

“He could keep his tongue.” You smirk as you stare at his body.

The guards soon surrounded you with their swords drawn. One of the guards shouted, “Disarm her!”

“No need.” You sauntered back over to your family, not before catching Aemond’s intense stare. You smirk up at him and then turn around to look at your family, who were giving you different degrees of expressions, but they were all grateful to you for ending that despicable man’s life.

Aemond however was still staring at you even after you turned away. You kept surprising him every time he saw you. He would think that he had an understanding about you, but you proved him wrong every time. He was now attracted to you more than ever now, not just by your beauty but by your fierce personality. How you both powerful and violent, but so magnificent.

He needed to talk to you, be near you. He didn’t care about you being an enemy to his family. All he wanted now was to in your presence. Aemond hadn’t realized how deep he fell into the flames, your flames at that very moment. But he didn’t burn. Oh no, he would be the one to play with it and you would let him.

“She’s the one that defeated you in a duel, my dear brother?” Aemond’s brother Aegon spoke. “I must say, she looks utterly beautiful. I wonder what it would feel like to have her in my bed while she moans my name and have her lips wrapped around my—” Before Aegon could finish his sentence, Aemond spoke, “She’d probably kill where you stand.” Aegon could hear the frustration in his brother’s voice.

“Is my brother angry. Does my brother finally want a woman now.” Aegon teased his brother. Aemond tried to ignore him, which proved to hard for him, but then he heard his sister Helaena, who still had her ears covered, whisper something that confused him.

“The warriors flame will soon merge with another flame. They will forever be tangled.”

Aemond knew his sister said unusual things, but he couldn’t help but think that what she just said revolved around you, especially with the way Helaena glanced over at you. He wanted to ask his sister what she meant, but his focus was soon on his father who was groaning badly.

“Call the maesters!” Alicent ran over to her husband.

“Father?” Rhaenyra stepped away from her family and stood at the bottom of the steps to the Iron Throne.

Alicent grabbed her husband to try and move him and had asked him to take something for his pain, but he refused to do so. Soon one of his guards and a maester took him out of the room probably to his bed chambers to rest. You then walked over to your mother to comfort her. You held your mother’s hand and soon led her out of the room with the rest of your family following behind.

You sit in your bed chambers playing a game of chess to pass the time until the maid that you were talking to earlier comes back. The maids name was Emmalina and she was a sweet girl that liked to talk. She had mentioned how in awe she was when she heard that you had not only for defeating Prince Aemond in a duel, but for killing Ser Vaemond. Emmalina had said to you that she had wished to be like you, a beautiful and fearless woman, but she was stuck being a maid.

You thought of how young she had looked. Being no more than six and ten years old. She was younger than you and was being forced to work, but she still had that innocence to her that you hoped would stay. The two of you talked for a while until she left to go get some hot water for your bath, since you still had some of Vaemond’s blood on you.

It has been a while since she had left and you had wondered what was keeping her. You were about to get up and search for her until there was a knock on your door. You got up to answer the door, “I was wondering what took you so—” You finally were able to see who was behind the door and it wasn’t Emmalina.

“And what do I owe the pleasure, One-Eye?”

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[willowve01]

Let Her Go

Characters: David Fellowes and Bill Williams

There was a knock at the front door, the Williams’ dog sent into a frenzy of howls and barks as Bill limped over to the front door; his cane giving the old wood floors a harsh tap with each step. “Back.” He ordered the canine as he opened the door. He was half expecting it to be one of his niece's friends looking for them, but no, it was someone worse.

David Fellowes. He was short by Bills standards—standing 5'10 while he stood 6'4–making it easy to shoot a nasty glare down at him. “The hell do you want?” Bill spat, immediately growing defensive. Even with his bad leg Bill knew he could beat this man silly if he tried anything, but he decided to be civil before being hostile. “Are the girls here?” David asked, unfazed by his in-law as he towered over him in a somewhat aggressive manner.

“No. I reckon you don’t go look’n for ‘em either.” Bill grumbled. “If you're here to get ‘em back again you best get off my porch now. You’re wasting your time—” “I’m here to apologize.” David snapped, crossing his arms in a stern manner, but his expression didn’t match his assertive nature. He was being serious?

Bill just about wanted to strangle this man. He was going to apologize now?! Did his pride really get the best of him for two years? “You just about lost your damn mind!” Bill snapped, shouting louder than intended; causing his canine companion to growl defensively. “Had it really taken your stupid-ass two years to apologize?! Might as well forget it, they don’t wanna see you either.”

“I know dammit! I’m still going to try, even if they don’t wanna listen! It’s better they at least knew I’m…sorry.” David grew quiet as Bill had started to turn his back on him. His hand resting on the door knob as he threatened to slam the door in his face but paused. Bill let out a gruff grumble, annoyed but pitied the man. What he had done was no excuse; a late apology might go unheard by his troubled daughters but he knew his nieces, despite their resentment, they didn’t want him to rot in his grief any longer.

“Go, sit on the bench. I have something I want you to hear.” Bill said before walking into his kitchen to receive a glass for the both of them. David reluctantly did as he was told, taking a seat on the porch swing that hung in front of the living room window; facing the horizon of deep gold and orange as the sun threatened to set over distant mountains within the next few hours.

David let out a sign, nervous about the upcoming conversation yet there was a sense of contentment that rested in his heart as a light breeze combed through his short hair. He was caught off guard when Bill took a seat beside him, handing him a cup of water after he had settled. The family dog had joined the men outside, laying at his owners feet. David took the glass from his hands before slouching down, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Everlynn’s with Jane. She’s not going to be back until late and Raine isn’t here no more. As far as I know, she’d moved down to Biloway..” Bill started, not looking at David as he listened with an odd look on his face. “How long has she been gone?” He asked. There was a silence for a moment before Bill answered, “About a month? We’ve gotten a letter sayin’ that she had made it into the hunters guild down there, but haven't heard from her since. I’m not too worried though, we both know she can take care of herself.”

David sat there in silence, looking down at the ground seemingly out of shame and worry. Even if she hated him, she’s still his little girl. He couldn’t help but worry. “Even if she was here, she wouldn’t have wanted to listen to your apology.” Bill finished, leaving room for David to get a few words in. “I know, but how do I talk to her if she won’t listen?” David groaned, harshly rubbing his face. Bill stared down at the distressed man, pitying his pathetic behavior.

“A word of advice; don’t force anything on her. She’ll come to you when she’s ready to listen.” “When will I know she’s ready to talk to me then? I might never hear from her again!” David snapped but relented as Bill gave him a harsh look, keeping him in place with a single stare. “That may be true but we know Raine, she’ll come around eventually. You broke her heart, it'll take a while to heal.” He paused for a moment before continuing.

“Who knows, maybe she found someone down south helpin’ her heal; she’ll return to us on her own time. She isn't a little girl no more, David. If you still love her like you once did, you let her go.”

#gator boys #the bug army #raine fellowes #oc lore #oc angst

[riversofmars]

New fanfiction time! Yes, self-indulgent fanfiction should come with self-indulgent fanart!!! Inspired by Netflix's "Bodyguard", yet another AU for Liv and Helen to fall in love in. Sue me. They deserve it.

Summary: Following a successful stint in the Home Office, Dr. Helen Sinclair sets out to compete in the upcoming General Election. Things are far from straightforward, as numerous death threats are made against her and she is given personal protection despite her objections. While protection officer Liv Chenka turns out to be far from the burly guard type she had dreaded, her life is about to become very complicated indeed - and not just because someone is trying to kill her. Rating: Will go as high as Explicit but starts off General

Chapter 1

Liv Chenka smoothed her dark blazer down and tucked her brunette hair back as she adjusted the wire in her ear. It wasn’t so much a nervous habit as it was to make a good first impression, and be able to do her job to the best of her abilities. Anything less wasn’t an option. She clasped her hands tightly in front of her, allowing her eyes to scan the office she was in. She had been in the Palace of Westminster plenty of times on protective detail but never in the staff offices of the Members of Parliament, and certainly not having been asked there. She did her best to ignore the curious looks the staffers were shooting her as they walked past. The hustle and bustle was constant; this was certainly a busy time for all of them.

“Why now?” an exasperated, female voice sounded from behind the heavy office door she was waiting in front of. It didn’t bode well, but Liv tried her best to reign in her own apprehension. Remaining professional was of paramount importance in her line of work. “Security is already stifling!”

“Ma’am,” a male voice responded, that she knew to belong to the Chief of Staff of the office she found herself in. “This is a credible threat we’re dealing with.” He struck a reasonable tone. Getting MPs to agree to anything was a balancing act that Liv didn’t envy him for. She could only imagine this challenge increased with how important those MPs thought themselves, and ought to put people who were running for Prime Minister on the very top of that list. It only furthered her own misgivings with the job in question, but it wasn’t as though she had a choice. Orders were to be obeyed, as had been drilled into her all her career. Her own opinions were of no consequence. “You will be more visible publicly and with the intelligence MI5 has gathered… Please. It is necessary.”

“Do I not get a say in this matter?” Helen Sinclair - The Rt Hon. Dr. Helen Sinclair MP - Liv reminded herself, as she didn’t want to be caught out on the details - appeared a stubborn, opinionated woman. “I thought things would get easier when I resigned from the Home Office!”

“Please, Ma’am, I must-” The Chief of Staff didn’t appear a match for her, and the brunette idly wondered if the politician surrounded herself with weak men on purpose to feel more powerful.

“I will look weak if I have some burly guard type dogging my every move!” she snapped, and Liv hoped they were more considerate of the volume when discussing sensitive policy matters.

“Which is something I have requested the Met be conscious of when selecting the officer in question and they were,” the Chief of Staff sought to appease her. Liv certainly did not fit that stereotype, though she hoped she had been selected for something other than her appearance. Perhaps for her outstanding service record and the fact that no-one had come to serious harm on her watch… Surely that counted for more than being a woman of slim stature in her line of work.

“You’re not going to let me say ‘no’, are you?” Dr. Sinclair sighed, and Liv imagined her crossing her arms in front of her chest, staring him down with an icy glare as she had seen her employ in Parliament. The former Home Secretary was a popular politician, who was very visible and often engaged in debate. She was quite obviously very intelligent too, but the security officer didn’t think those were measures that made a good person. Plenty of her policy decisions had been divisive, particularly with the police and military forces…

“No,” the Chief of Staff stood his ground. It was a done thing anyway, it wasn’t as though the Met would simply shrug and ask Liv to come back even if the politician refused. Orders came from higher up than that. “This is for your own safety. You have clearly made some enemies during your term in office, and they’re all coming out of the woodwork now that you’ve announced your run.”

There was a pause and then a huff of reluctant agreement:

“Fine. Whatever. Show him in…”

“’Her’, Ma’am, and you do realise your walls are very thin?” Liv wanted to say but she knew better than that. She took a deep breath and waited patiently until the door was opened and she was asked inside.

The office wasn’t as big as Liv had expected, and not nearly as organised either. Folders of paperwork were stacked high on the desk, the walls lined with bookshelves filled to capacity. Dr. Helen Sinclair stood amongst it all, leaning onto her desk and peering at her over a pair of reading glasses.

“Allow me to introduce Sergeant Liv Chenka, formerly of the Royal Air Force, now part of the Royalty and Specialist Protection Branch of London's Metropolitan Police Service,” the Chief of Staff introduced her with some fanfare. Liv imagined he was still trying to sell the idea to his superior. “She will be serving as your principal protection officer.”

Surprise flashed across the politician's pale complexion at the sight of her - but only for a moment. If one was to be successful in British politics, an ability to mask one's emotions was surely of utmost importance.

“Got tired of flying, Sergeant?” she asked impassively, but extended her hand to her. It was a start.

“Change of pace, Ma’am,” Liv answered quickly and grasped her hand in a firm handshake.

“I see,” she nodded, her tone completely neutral. “You’ll likely have that. Can’t imagine following me around is going to quite compare to the thrill. But apparently it is deemed necessary, so…” she shot a glare at her Chief of Staff. “I’m sure you have better things to do than wait here?” she prompted pointedly.

“Yes. I’ll leave you to it,” he nodded, a hue of pink shooting to his cheeks at the obvious dressing down. “Sergeant Chenka will fill you in on any operational details-”

“Yes. Thank you,” Dr. Sinclair pressed her lips to a thin line, and he took his cue to depart quietly, but swiftly. Liv waited patiently until the door closed behind him, more conscious of the risk of being overheard than they appeared to have been.

“So, Ma’am, I-” she started, but the politician cut her off as she dropped back into her chair.

“You really don’t need to go through the trouble, I know how this works,” she told her, pulling a folder in front of her and adjusting her glasses. “You will follow me wherever I go, making sure I don’t get killed. I’ve had personal protection before.”

“I see…” Liv wasn’t keen to start an argument. She would have to work her way around the other woman’s particularities. That, too, was part of the job. She observed her for a moment, intending to start fresh and compile her knowledge of her, ignoring her media-built prejudice.

Dr. Helen Sinclair, Member of Parliament for Tooting, was a middle-aged woman of considerable education. A linguist by degree prior to getting involved in politics, she’d built a career on top of a middle-of-the-road agenda, employing her looks and eloquence to great effect. Looking at her now, she certainly didn’t disappoint in person. She dressed well, even on a day where she wasn’t due in Parliament, in a slim, navy business dress. A grey blazer hung off the back of her chair and a half-drunk cup of tea stood on the desk amongst her paperwork. Her long blonde hair was tied into a somewhat more messy bun than she’d usually be seen with, and Liv ventured a guess that she was absent-mindedly fiddling with her hair as she worked, pulling apart her hair-do in the process.

“You’re welcome to wait outside, I’ll be a while yet,” the blonde stated without looking up, clearly having felt her eyes on her, and Liv took the opportunity to speak up.

“With your permission, Ma’am, I would like to have a look around the office, check the line of sight from the window and-” She tried her best to sound accommodating. A lot of what she did was based around trust and a good rapport with the person she was charged to protect. “Well, normally, I would want to stay with you. There already is security around the building and that wasn’t deemed enough… I’m charged with protecting you personally.” She had noticed the two security officers outside the office on the main corridor, and wasn’t keen to simply be a glorified guard at the door. She was trained for more than that, and it wouldn’t be enough if someone decided to line up a sniper through the office window.

“Is that strictly necessary?” Dr. Sinclair looked up and fixed her with a piercing stare. “I have work to do.” Her tone was measured but her eyes betrayed her annoyance.

“You won’t even know I’m here,” the security officer assured her, and simply received a huff in response.

“I doubt that very much.”

“Please, Ma’am… I just want to do my job,” she tried again, appealing to what she knew was an appreciation of the work ethic the other woman had. One thing she couldn’t fault her for, going from the briefings and personal observation of her, was her dedication to her work.

“Fine. Whatever. Just… don’t be in my way,” the MP decided, and returned her attention to the folder in front of her.

“I won’t be,” Liv promised, and set about examining the office as unobtrusively and professionally as she could. She got the sense she had her work cut out for her with this assignment, but it was certainly an important one if she was to protect the woman that would likely become their next Prime Minister. Whether she believed her to be deserving of the honour or even the right person for the job was a different matter, and utterly irrelevant.

---

Liv took up position by the window of the office on the second floor of the Palace of Westminster. It had a clear line of sight from the street, and was therefore her greatest concern if the threat didn’t stem from the politicians own rank and file. That was always an option too. Political opponents, unhappy staffers… though MI5 believed the threat to stem from further afield. A member of the public, perhaps part of an underground organisation or a member of a disenfranchised portion of society, someone who didn’t agree with the policies Dr. Sinclair stood for or the decisions she had made while in the Home Office… Liv had attended a short briefing on the subject that morning before taking up her assignment, and the sad truth was that the intelligence services were simply not sure, and had little to go on. And that was why she was there.

The security officer mulled over the intricacies of her assignment as she watched the politician work. She had hardly looked up from her paperwork in the past hour, diligently going through letters from constituents that Liv would have rather opened herself just to be on the safe side, but she didn’t want to step on the other woman’s toes. Knowing that mail was scanned before being handed to the Members of Parliament, she had decided to trust the process. It didn’t stop her from following her progress with keen eyes, looking out for anything suspicious. Every now and then, there was a security update in her ear from protection command, informing of unusual activities around the building, foreign guests and dignitaries coming and going, and the movements of cabinet members, but nothing that concerned her directly. All in all, it was an uneventful start to her new posting.

A knock on the door interrupted the quiet and Dr. Sinclair startled. Not because she was jumpy, Liv figured, but because she had been so engrossed in her work.

“Come in,” she called, after brushing her hair behind her ears and whipping her reading glasses off.

“Dr. Sinclair?” A young woman stuck her head in, and the security officer searched her brain for information concerning her. Since being told about the assignment the previous Friday, she had taken the weekend to prepare, and among other things had gone through information on the politician’s staff. The visitor in question was Dr. Sinclair’s PA. “Would now be a good time to discuss the itinerary for the week?” she asked, cradling a file to her chest.

“Sure,” the politician nodded, extending her hand towards her, and the young woman rushed to pass over the folder. She seemed eager to please, and the MP rewarded her with a smile. “Feel free to get yourself a coffee, Sergeant,” she continued as she opened the file, and Liv was surprised to be spoken to. She had gotten the impression that the other woman had almost forgotten she was there. That had been the point anyway. Apart from that, however, the security officer objected to her instruction. She had no intention of leaving her side.

“It would be good for me to know the itinerary as well, Ma’am,” she retorted respectfully. “I’ll need to request that information anyway.” She could hardly do her job without knowing where they were going to be going. She would have liked to have her schedule on the weekend along with all the other relevant information, but had been told things were still in flux. While she hadn’t been happy about it, her superiors had told her that was something she would have to get used to. Life on the campaign trail was like that. There wouldn’t be many days like today where they remained in London for sedate work.

“Of course…” Dr. Sinclair huffed and from the angle, the security officer couldn’t tell whether she was rolling her eyes to boot - it felt like it. The PA shot Liv a questioning look, obviously not yet used to her presence. That would soon change, she hoped, and remained impassive, allowing the other women to continue.

“We’ll be focusing on the Midlands this week,” the girl started. “Stops in Warwick, Stafford, Nottingham, Birmingham, Coventry, Milton Keynes, Bedford, Northampton and Leicester,” she explained and Dr. Sinclair nodded along, running long, elegant fingers down the schedule.

“That seems like a lot of stops for one week,” Liv observed. She hadn’t meant to jump in, but that was a red flag in her book when it came to security. The more places they went, the more opportunities for someone to try something. The PA’s eyes shot back to her.

“We have a lot of time to make up for,” she told her, and Liv noted the slight shakiness in her voice, as though she was unsettled by her interruption. “While the party was going through the selection process after the PM announced he wouldn’t be standing for re-election, the opposition has been campaigning and-”

“You don’t have to justify yourself,” Dr. Sinclair interrupted sharply. “This looks fine. What’s important is that I can be here for the debate and vote on Wednesday.” She searched the page for that particular piece of information and tapped perfectly manicured nails onto the itinerary point.

“Yes. We have blocked Wednesday for that. We have worked out the schedule to reduce travelling times-” The PA’s eyes flashed up to Liv once more and the brunette made sure to set her expression into something impassive, fearing she had given away how much these plans displeased her.

“I will need this schedule,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“And you will have it, Sergeant,” Dr. Sinclair interrupted and this time, she turned around, scowling at her, visibly annoyed. “Now please, can you keep out of this? I seem to remember you said I wouldn’t even know you were here?” That was a strike against her, Liv realised. She was still finding her feet with this assignment and she was off to a poor start.

“Sorry, Ma’am…” the security officer lowered her eyes respectfully, which seemed to appease the politician for the time being. She returned her attention to her staffer.

“Right, so. Warwick - talk at the university, I take it?” she prompted, and her PA nodded quickly, jumping back to attention.

“Yes, indeed,” she nodded eagerly. “Stafford, then-”

Liv observed the exchange with mild interest, taking note of the stops they would be making. She was glad that travel arrangements and security at those events would not be her concern. While it meant working with numerous security details every day and liaising with them, when it came down to it her only focus would be the MP herself. And so she set out to study her mannerisms, resolving to learn everything she could so she could best protect her - regardless of any sort of contempt she treated her with in return.

---

By the end of the working day, there had been several of those instances of contempt. Dr. Sinclair was not, in fact, used to having personal protection, as much as she insisted to the contrary, and Liv was finding it difficult to navigate as she had refused any further attempt of them laying down ground rules.

“I can open doors for myself,” the politician hissed, as by the end of the day a considerable amount of tension had built up between them. Liv, for her part, had decided that the best way forward for the time being would be to struggle through and set hard borders where she could. Her attempts at building up rapport with the other woman had derailed at midday when they had disagreed about her lunch plans, and since then she had put off any attempt to do so until tomorrow. For the time being, all she wanted to do was get her home safe and sound.

“Not when they’re into a public space, no,” the security officer answered decisively and pushed through the door, walking ahead of her through the halls of Westminster Palace.

“No?” the blonde snapped behind her disbelievingly. “Did you just tell me ‘no’?” Liv ignored her, her eyes shooting up and down the road as she stepped out of the building. Dr. Sinclair walked straight into her outstretched arm, intended to keep her back until she had made sure there were no dangers awaiting them. At her insistence, they had walked out of a back entrance.

“Please get in the car, Ma’am,” the brunette instructed, walking her to the blacked out car that was waiting for them at the side of the building. Liv was pleased to find that at least these aspects of Parliamentary security were well rehearsed. She opened the car door for her.

Dr. Sinclair’s cheeks were flushed with annoyance by the time the protection officer joined her in the car, sitting across from her in the small limousine. Liv paid her no heed, not until she had reported to protection command that they had left the building and were headed to the MPs residence, gesturing for the driver to go.

“I hope you don’t expect to come into my house too!” the politician snapped when Liv pulled the wire out of her ear.

”I will be accompanying you home where I will hand off to the night duty office until tomorrow morning,” she answered dutifully.

The blonde huffed, exasperated, and swiped her phone open, hiding behind the task of checking her messages. Liv could see right through it, she was trained to, but she didn’t comment. She allowed her the comfort of it, hoping it would make her feel a little better, as she seemed entirely unhappy with the arrangement by this point. She cast her eyes out of the window, watching the lights of London fly by in a blur. She was still watchful, it was the nature of her job, but in a heavily armoured, unmarked car, she felt as safe as one could under the circumstances. She undid the blazer that strained across her chest from sitting down, and noticed the way Dr. Sinclair’s blinked up from her phone for a moment, likely catching sight of her gun holster. She looked back down so quickly that Liv couldn’t be sure it had really happened.

“I’m told you leave the house at 7am?” she asked into the heavy silence.

“Sometimes as early as 6am,” the MP answered coolly without looking up.

“I’ll be there at 5.30am,” Liv decided. It would be a short night. It was gone 8pm already, and likely to be another hour until she was home, but she would have to suck it up for the time being. Overtime was expected and calculated for. She merely received a huff of acknowledgement for her troubles. “I’m sorry my presence is an inconvenience for you,” she said, hoping to clear the air a little before the end of the day. “But there have been threats made against your life.”

“When aren’t there? That's what it’s like being in politics,” the blonde countered curtly, tapping her fingers onto her phone quickly, likely answering a message. As much as Liv loathed not to be afforded her whole attention, she decided to argue the point regardless - or perhaps because of it.

“These are credible threats,” she insisted calmly. “And once the threat is neutralised, you will be rid of me.” It was a promise she hoped she could keep. She was determined to reserve judgement, but on first impression, she wasn’t sure she wanted this assignment to last for any length of time.

Dr. Sinclair didn’t respond, and silence fell, just as heavy as before.

Liv resolved to make a mental list of what she would have to pack. Thursday to Friday would involve staying over in Birmingham, and she didn’t want to be caught out with her preparations. The job allowed for little down time to get those things in order.

“Have you been doing this long?” The MP’s voice unexpectedly brought her musings to a halt. The brunette looked up to find her still on her phone, but took the question as the olive branch she hoped it was intended as.

“A while,” she retorted vaguely, as she wasn’t sure how much the other woman actually cared for her answer.

“Saved many people?” the politician continued, swiping her thumb across the phone screen with a flash of annoyance that Liv hoped was directed at whatever she had just flicked away, rather than her.

“I wouldn’t have been selected for this assignment if I wasn’t good at my job,” she gave back seriously, hoping this was a chance to put her at ease. “You’ll likely be our next Prime Minister.”

“And still I feel utterly powerless…” Dr. Sinclair mumbled, and pushed her phone back into her briefcase as they were pulling up in front of her home.

“Allow me.” Liv took the initiative and opened the door for her, scanning up and down the road out of habit, even though there was an officer already stationed in front of the townhouse in question. It was a nice area and a big house, and the protection officer wondered how much the MP was worth, disregarding her set Parliamentary salary. Like most politicians, she’d likely been born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she had gotten her degree at Cambridge after all - another nugget of information she recalled from her briefing notes. She did her best not to hold it against her as she walked her to the front door.

“Goodnight, Sergeant,” Dr. Sinclair tried for a conciliatory tone and Liv forced herself to a small smile.

“Goodnight, Ma’am.”

---

Liv slammed the door of her flat shut and kicked her shoes off. Her feet ached. She much preferred trainers or boots, but a Parliamentary posting required a certain dress code and she could only hope she’d walk the dress shoes in eventually. As she walked further into the studio flat, she caught a glimpse of the time on the oven. Even though she had taken a taxi, it had taken even longer than anticipated to get home.

Releasing a huff of annoyance, she shrugged her blazer off and went to hang it up, as she didn’t fancy having to get the iron out again in the morning. Some routines were well practised, like storing her service weapon away in a gun safe, likely the most valuable piece of furniture in the place. When she had been with the RAF, she had moved around a lot and once she’d needed a place to stay, well… she hadn’t been picky. Her sister always made a big song and dance about her surely being able to afford better, but the protection officer didn’t see the point when her work was so demanding and she merely needed a place to sleep.

“Right, travel Thursday…” she muttered to herself as she went searching for her suitcase in the bottom of the wardrobe, multitasking with laying out her clothes for the next day. Preparation was everything, and she hoped she could indeed be better prepared for tomorrow. Unnervingly, she found she hadn’t quite got the measure of Dr. Sinclair yet. She could only hope she would do so soon, a lot of her ability to do her job would depend on it.

#doctor who #fanfiction #liv chenka #helen sinclair #liv x helen #big finish #action #angst #thriller #slow burn #femslash #alternate universe #alternate universe politics #bodyguard #female bodyguard #spooks

[theother-victoria]

“WANNA PLAY A GAME?”

SYNOPSIS: You’re bored and Heizou seems to be losing his touch lately, so you play a simple game of hide-and-seek to test him.

TAGS: very steamy towards the end but nothing NSFW, (y/n) likes to tease Heizou, (y/n) works as a forensic scientist in this, Heizou is a little shit, I am down bad for this man

This work was inspired by this lovely fanart!

It’s a quiet day at the police station. Most people are relaxing in their offices, trying to find a way to kill time. Occasionally, Tenryou Commission officers stop in to hand in reports or a tourist will ask for directions, but other than that, it’s peaceful.

And you’re bored out of your mind.

There’s nobody in the hall as you walk towards your lover’s office to see what he’s up to. The late afternoon sun spills through the windows and you can see out onto the main street of Inazuma City. Ogura Mio hands a neatly-wrapped package to a customer, no doubt containing an elaborate kimono inside. One of the city’s many stray dogs is taking a nap on the warm steps leading up to the police station, lazily rolling over onto its back and exposing its stomach. Two civilians are conversing with one of the doushin standing guard outside with severe expressions on their faces.

Heizou’s office was located at the end of the hall. You knock at the door and his response comes instantly.

“Who is it?”

“It’s (Y/N).”

The door slides open a few moments later and you’re greeted with the sight of his infectious smile behind his desk as he plays with the jutte he carries at all times.

As always, his office is a mess. Papers are carelessly scattered everywhere, leaving you unable to see the surface of his desk. Several books are stacked on the floor, acting as makeshift paperweights or lying face-down. The window behind his chair is open and with every gust of wind, the loose papers scattered throughout the room and those tacked to the bulletin board flutter and threaten to fly away.

“Honestly!” you groan. “It would do you good to clean your desk for once.”

You move a thick stack of papers and some books off of his desk until you’ve cleared enough space off his desk to sit. With a sly glance, he leans in closer, practically taunting you with that smug look on his face that never fails to get you riled up.

You pull him in by the collar of his shirt, teasing him, daring him, to test you. His hand sneaks around the back of your head, bringing you in for a heated kiss when you suddenly place a finger on his lips, mischief twinkling in your eyes. He whines, disappointment evident in his eyes as you pull away, chuckling to yourself.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, loverboy. We’re still at work.”

You quickly kiss his forehead and pluck the copy of today’s newspaper off his lap while he's distracted by it.

“Latest negotiation between Watatsumi and the Shogunate went well,” you quote. Beneath it, you saw another headline that caught your eye even more.

“Cold case solved after 20 years by Detective Shikanoin Heizou.”

You lightly swat his hand away, which was reaching for the newspaper. “Is this the case I saw you working on a few days ago?”

“That’s right! Now you can’t tell me I’m not making good use of my time!”

You flick him on the forehead and he yelps. “I wish I could say the same thing. The forensic team is absolutely dead right now. There are no autopsies to perform or samples to analyze, so all there is to do is organize paperwork, which I’ve been doing for the past hour and I’m sick of it.”

Ever since the end of the war, you’d seen a sharp drop in crime rates. Previously, you’d find yourselves swarmed with work every day, ranging from missing person reports to autopsies. While you love your job, being surrounded by dead bodies all day and the constant reminder that you were at war really took a toll on your mental health.

But you didn’t want to be bored out of your mind! You felt absolutely useless and desperately needed something to do

And amid your boredom and playful banter with Heizou, a genius idea that would allow you to both have some fun hits you.

“You know, I recall it took you longer than normal to solve this case.”

Heizou falls silent. His eye twitches and you can practically see the gears in his head processing your comment.

“What a shame,” you continue, laughing to yourself over how easily he was falling for your trap. “I think you’re losing your touch, Heizou.”

“I am not!” he protests, steam practically coming out of his ears as he fumes and puffs his cheeks out.

He looks like a child throwing a temper tantrum. How cute.

You quickly slide off his desk and into his lap, stroking his cheek. His hands find your waist and pull you closer and he gently bounces his leg up and down.

“But I know of a way to test your skills.”

He stops bouncing his leg.

“Let’s play a little game of hide and seek. You’ll be the seeker and I’ll be the hider.”

Heizou doesn’t even try to hide his amusement with that knowing smirk.

“Alright, I’ll bite. So, what are the rules?”

Dammit. You hadn’t thought this far yet.

“Um… first off, don’t disturb anyone in their office. Empty rooms are fair game but don’t hide in one being used by someone. Hiding outside is ok, but you can’t go onto the roof or into the city. Give me three minutes to hide and if you can’t find me within five minutes, the game ends.”

“And what’s the reward?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper into this ear. “What do you want it to be?”

“How about I leave it as a secret and have you find out later?”

He finishes with a sharp squeeze of your inner thigh. You let out an embarrassingly high-pitched squeak that he for sure gets a kick out of.

“Go on, then. Don’t make this too easy for me. I look forward to this little game of yours.”

You hurriedly slide off his lap, heart racing as you scurry out of his office. Behind the closed door, you could hear him counting.

Shit. What have you done? There’s no way you’d be able to outsmart him in a game like this, where he enjoyed the thrill of the chase.

But you were running out of time. You had to come up with something, and fast.

Think: if I were Heizou, what would I do?

If I were Heizou, I’d probably… hide in plain sight. Trail the criminal behind their backs until they’ve given up before apprehending them.

So you do just that. You sneak outside, avoiding the doushin, and hide behind some crates. A black cat wanders up to you and rubs its head against your leg, purring contentedly. You pause to stroke it, patting the base of its tail as it arches its back in bliss and meows. You’re about to stroke its ears when it suddenly perks up, alert, before dashing off. Mere moments later, you hear Heizou step outside as you had anticipated.

He looks around before heading left, disappearing behind the back of the building. You sneakily trail him in a circle behind his back as he examines behind crates and presses his face against windows, even circling back around and almost catching you at one point, until he’s at the front entrance again. Looking around one more time, he heads back inside.

You fidget. What now? Heading back inside would be part of your plan to trail him but this could all just be a ploy to lower your guard.

Then again, what would your superiors say if they found you outside like this…

You ultimately decide to head back inside. You were familiar with the floor plan and it’d save you the chance of being chewed out by Kujou Sara later. More importantly, while hiding outside was a good idea, it wasn’t a permanent solution. It’d only work for so long before Heizou would appear out of nowhere and catch you.

The doushin are looking the other way now, so you quickly sneak back inside. To your left are the offices while the laboratory is off to the right. You avoid the lab, which has delicate equipment and samples and make your way to your office.

As you make your way through the halls- avoiding Kujou Sara’s office and Heizou’s- a sudden realization hits you.

It’s been awfully silent this entire time. You haven’t seen or heard any sign of him since you went inside.

Has he been predicting your every move ever since the start of the game?

Either way, you were in too deep to chicken out now.

Glancing over your shoulder, you quickly enter your office. You consider locking the door behind you but decide that it wouldn’t be fair to him.

You glance at the clock on the wall. Three minutes had passed. Two minutes were remaining. The workday was almost over as well. Yes, you wanted to win but you weren’t going to stoop that low.

You settle into your chair and lean back. Maybe a small nap wouldn’t be so bad. The police station was vast and it’d take a while to walk from one end to the other. Heizou may be a prodigy detective, but time was against him.

You close your eyes. You feel your breaths getting deeper and your limbs getting heavier.

It’s only been a short while, but after some time, you feel someone’s presence beside you. They’re poking you incessantly and begrudgingly, you open your eyes, only to see Heizou smirking down at you, apple green eyes glinting.

Your sleepiness is gone in a flash. Awake now, you jolt upright and attempt to flee, only for him to pin you down against your desk.

“Found you.”

He dips and bites your neck with his sharp teeth. A strangled yelp escapes you. You cover your hand with your mouth but Heizou pushes it away.

“Don’t try and hide anything from me, (Y/N). I’ll make you confess every last dirty little sin of yours and I want to hear it.”

Heat crawls up your neck from his words. He bites and sucks at the soft skin, leaving marks for everybody to see. One of his hands trails down your chest to the waistband of your pants, where he teasingly tugs them down. Heizou’s touch leaves goosebumps in its wake and you shiver. He laughs at your reactions and you whine, slapping his arm.

“H-Heizou, please…”

“Look at you. I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already a flustered mess.”

You pout and yank him forward by his choker. You press your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the heat pooling between your legs and the action doesn’t go unnoticed by Heizou. His eyes darken in anticipation and lust and he pushes your thighs apart, hooking your legs around his waist.

“Tell me what you want. Ask nicely and remember- only good girls get what they want.”

“Just kiss me already,” you demand. Teasingly, his lips brush against yours gently. You growl in frustration and pull on his hair, eliciting a groan from him. Flat on your back now with your wrists pinned above your head, Heizou pants into the kiss, clumsily attempting to unbutton your shirt.

A loud knock at the door makes you both freeze, the haze clouding your minds instantly dissipating.

“Kujou Sara here.”

Your blood turns to ice in your veins. As the door starts to open, you finally react. You tug your wrist free from his grasp and push him away. He hides underneath your desk right as the door opens to reveal your boss standing in the doorway.

She nods in greeting. You nod back and discreetly try to make yourself look more presentable. You pray to the Shogun that she doesn’t notice your disheveled appearance or bruises littering your skin.

Briefly, you wonder if she already knows what just happened. If she does, she doesn’t show it or chooses to ignore it.

“Good afternoon, (Y/N). Have you finished those reports I asked for the other day?”

You nod and pull a stack of papers off from the side of your desk. As she accepts them, you feel something sharp pinch your inner thigh and it’s all you can do to not flinch.

She turns away momentarily and you take the opportunity to look down. Heizou’s resting his head on your lap, looking at you with a cunning smirk. A small bite mark on your skin makes you grit your teeth.

That bastard! He bit you!

Heizou was lucky you loved him otherwise you would’ve exposed him in front of his boss immediately.

“By the way, (Y/N).”

You turn towards her as Heizou plants butterfly kisses along your thigh, occasionally sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. A shiver goes up your spine and you fail to hide it in time. Sara raises an eyebrow and you laugh it off.

“Just cold, that’s all. Is something the matter?”

“... I thought I heard something coming from your office earlier. Did something happen?”

You shake your head, fighting back the heat that crept up your neck.

Don’t tell me she heard us…

“Have you seen Shikanoin Heizou? He’s been gone all day and I’ve been trying to track him down.”

You bite back a laugh at that. Heizou pokes you under the table and you kick him in return.

“I wish I did. If I see him, I’ll tell you.”

She nods her thanks and turns to leave. Halfway out though, she stops and casts a look at you over her shoulder. There’s a knowing look in her eyes and your heart sinks to your stomach..

“... I’d suggest keeping your voice down next time.”

And with that, she closes the door. Heizou bursts out laughing and re-emerges from his hiding spot. You push yourself up from your chair and storm over to the wall, hiding in the corner out of shame and embarrassment.

“Heizou, I hate you!” you wail as he buries his face into your shoulder from behind as an apology. “Couldn’t you have waited until we got home?”

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologies as he presses a kiss against your cheek. You bat him away with your fists but he easily holds your wrists in place and continues to leave cheeky kisses across your face.

“I’ll make it up to you when we get home, ok?

Heizou’s warm breath tickles your ear and he squeezes your wrists lightly.

“I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

#genshin impact x reader #heizou x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin x you #shikanoin heizou x reader #heizou x you #heizou x y/n #victoria.writes

[katiescribbles]

SECRETS REVEALED ; written by kategables

warnings : grammatical errors ahead, small texts, spelling mistakes, english is not my mother tongue, lowercase intended.

enjoy reading!!

you and Steve have been together for almost four months now and the relationship is strong, the only problem is that it’s private, no one really knows except you two and robin. it’s not that he didn’t want his reputation ruined, he’s already out of high school but because you guys were a huge deal to everyone, you were enemies ‘til one night at some dudes party and that’s where you two..you know. and ever since then you guys have kept it low-key. and today you have planned to meet him on his house to stay over for the night.

as you walked into steves’ house, you didn’t bother to knock on the door and just opened it. as the opening of the door was heard, five heads turned to your direction, they seemed shocked the moment they saw you, Dustin made a face before speaking. “did someone invite y/n?” he said in a confused tone, you quickly made a stupid excuse in your mind. “o-oh uh..harringtons’ sister wanted me to come over..” you said with an awkward smile, your mind mentally screaming at you because then you just realized he doesn’t have a sister.

“sister? Harrington has a sister?” Eddie then spoke up, you were standing still awkwardly waiting for Steve to be in the room wondering where he is.

“oh uh–”

“yes yes! she’s from uh..–” robin stopped for a moment to think, trying to help you get away from this situation.

“california!” you both said in unison ending it with an awkward laugh. “okay, so where is she?” max said in a serious tone with Lucas sitting next to her. “steve said no one was here so unless she doesn’t exist or she got killed by vecna.” maxs’ sarcastic remark made me look at robin as he looked back at me with a “now what do we do?!” I let out a sigh when suddenly Steve stepped in the room.

“sorry for taking so long, I had to find something that could show off my charm.” he said before looking up and suddenly caught off guard. “uhh, what is she doing here?” he said in a confused tone, trying to play it off when in reality he’s longing to run to you after not seeing you for two days.

“we were gonna ask you that.” they all said at the same time, their attention turning from you to steve, all confused.

“steve, I have a question for you.” max asked in a tone we couldn’t seem to make out. “uhh, sure..” he responded before sitting down on the couch.

AM I SUPPOSED TO JUST STAND HERE?? you thought to yourself, you finally stepped closer to the couch and sat down on the very edge beside Eddie. why are they even here? you thought to yourself.

“when was the last time you took a shower?”

“this morning..”

“where did you work at the mall?”

“scoops ahoy” Steve was still confused what all of these questions were for.

“do you have a dog?”

“no”

“who’s my brother?”

“billy”

“do you have a sister?” shit.

“no”

“aha!” Dustin shouted as if he just won the lottery, everyone was now looking at you while you looked at steve and robin for help.

“well, maybe robin can explain why i’m here..” you awkwardly chuckled before giving robin the ‘look’ and then looking back to steve.

“actually, no, let’s just forget–”

“Y/N AND STEVE ARE IN A SECRET RELATIONSHIP AND THEY ONLY TOLD ME BECAUSE THEY'RE BOTH SCARED TO TELL ALL OF YOU SINCE YOU GUYS WOULD PROBABLY MAKE A BIG DEAL ABOUT IT AND THEY DON’T WANT THAT, THEY LIKE THEIR FLIRTING AND BOOBIE TOUCHING IN PRIVATE.” before Steve could even finish his sentence, robin started rambling with her eyes closed, ratting you and steve out.

you mentally slapped your forehead in disappointment and embarrassment, now slowly getting up and trying to walk out the front door while others was still trying to process what was happening but of course, max was quick with it.

“hold on, stay where you are y/n.” max said not even looking at you. turning your head to look at steve who was now standing there with his hands on his hips and shooting daggers at robin.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THEY’RE BOTH DATING, I KNEW IT. MAX YOU OWE ME 20 DOLLARS.”

‘so Dustin did infact win something..’ you said in your head

“y/n, steve, you owe me money.” max said in somewhat an angry but also about to laugh tone while looking at you and steve.

“yieeeeeeeeee, probably both of them fight in front of us, screaming at each other but in bed they’re screaming for–” before eddie could even finish teasing, you grabbed his hair and gave him a warning look.

“ow..I think you got used to doing that to harrington.” he teased again.

“SHUT UP, EDDIE” your voice raised while the others were still laughing, along with Steve.

“well, that cat’s out of the bag now, maybe you guys should leave and we can plan our hangout again tomorrow.” steve suggested as the group groaned.

“fine fine, but harrington, if you do hurt y/n in anyway, i will cut off your hair while you’re sleeping.” eddie threatened, looking at steve and leaving out the front door.

once everyone was finally outside and you two were left alone, you both took steps towards each other before laughing your butts off.

well, their reactions was better than you expected.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #foryou #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #fanfic #steve harrington blurb #secrets #short fanfic #eddie munson #max mayfield

[vampsquerade]

Could u do the task force finding out that the male reader (who is part of the task force) used to date valeria

oh hell yea i can do this >:o thank you so much for requesting anon! happy new year btw, i wish for nothing but love and prosperity upon all ye who gather round 💕

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Task Force 141 x Male!Reader (Rudy, Valeria, and Alejandro Included): Resurfacing Pasts

Trigger Warnings: slight angst, mentions of past drug use, past relationships, unresolved emotions, platonic friendships

“Ay, que lindo…you dogs decided to bring in—not just one—but two little surprises while interrogating me. How many years has it been, amor, since we last saw each other?” Valeria asks. You push down every bit of venom you want to spit out at her, remembering your prior relationship to her. You look over at Alejandro, who’d been previously pissed off and was even more pissed. “We’re not here to recount memories of prior relationships. We’re here to get information—now you best start talking before you see the difference between the military, and me.” Phillip said menacingly. And of course, the interrogation of Valeria caused a lot of emotions to flow from both you and Alejandro during this time.

The two of you are yelling that she’s a liar, and nothing good would come from her if either the 141 or Shadow Company strike any deal with her. The amount of anger you held caused you to step out, infuriated by the whole ordeal, and spend some time talking with Alejandro about her before the rest of the 141 steps out and begins asking you how you met. “What the bloody hell was that in there? You’re from a completely different task force than her and you knew her before she started selling drugs?” John asks. You sigh, letting your shoulders slump as you let your guard down, “Before I joined the military, I was kind of stuck in a position that caused me to rely pretty heavily on marijuana. I met Valeria before she started selling drugs, dating in secret due to her admitting to me of her crimes beforehand. Told her I didn’t care and eventually once she started her business, she supplied me.” you explain.

Johnny’s eyes widened, crossing his arms against his chest, “So for how long did you date her?” he asked. “A good year and a half. Like I said, I relied heavily on the products she was giving me. At some point I was the tester for the marijuana she sold and she would sell what I said was the best—I made her a lot of money off those decisions, and I wish I could take it all back.” you say. “Well, I guess you can now. We caught her, so there’s a good chance we stopped any and all business she has.” Simon says, crossing his own arms against his chest. “I suppose you’re right. But…at least I’m fixing things by throwing her in a cell. She took advantage of me when I was at my lowest and used me to grow her empire. El Sin Nombre will be the last I ever know of her.” you say.

“If only we didn’t leave you back in Al Mazrah. Maybe we could’ve gotten this kind of information sooner if we brought you over with us.” John says. Shrugging it off and giving him a limp wave to not dwell on it, you give him a soft smile, “Happens. Sometimes we don’t realize the people we know tend to hold more significance in operations. Hell, I didn’t even know I was eventually going to be on the opposite side of her.” you say. “Glad to have you around, though. I can’t lie, but I reckon she’s a bit daft for not making you sober—you’re a bloody genius when it comes to tactical attacks, mate.” Kyle chimes in, bumping his fist against your shoulder. You laugh, playfully doing the same to him, “The same could be said about you, Gaz. I wouldn’t know half the shit I do now if it wasn’t for you.” you say.

Kyle gives you a grin, only for it to falter once John puts a hand on his shoulder. “Enough. You boys go and find somewhere to rest yourselves before our next objective.” he says. You all agree, walking over and finding a place to settle down both yours and Alejandro’s nerves. “So, what’s Valeria like? In a romantic sense, of course.” Johnny asks. “Fuckin’ hell…” Simon mumbles, shaking his head. “What?! I just want to know!” Johnny exclaims, putting his hands up in defense. “Well don’t ask me, cabron. Te tumbo los ojos si tratas de preguntarme.” Alejandro says, only to be calmed down and reassured by Rodolfo that Johnny’s question went to you.

“I’m not too sure how she was with Alejandro and I won’t ask to avoid getting the shit beat out of me, but when I was with her…she was kinda just very controlling. Sure, she loved me and all that, but she needed every single thing to be the way she kept it. Any interruption for anything also irritated her to the point that she’d get rid of her own men,” you say, only to be then cut off by Kyle’s curiosity. “So you could say that she’s like a cobra—deadly once a wrong move is made.” You give a nod and hum, “Mmmhm. But, she had the capacity to be very loving. She constantly bought me whatever I wanted no matter how much or how little it cost. She’d always call me sweet names and took very good care of me. After all, I was her puppet until I broke out of my trance and escaped.” you say.

“And how was she whenever you needed to test out a new product?” Johnny asks. “Overbearingly nice. She would pamper me and smooth talk me into trying it, calling me her ‘good boy’ whenever I eventually agreed.” you say, slightly flustering as you recount such a memory. “Interesting…I can make some jokes about that.” Johnny says. You laugh, clearly making sure it was as malicious and sarcastic as possible. “You do that and I can very much assure you you’ll be dead in a ditch in no time if you did.” you threaten, giving him a cheeky grin. “Very blunt, just like Lt. here. Think you’ll ever fall for another woman like her?” Kyle asks. You put a finger to your chin quizzically, pondering the thought.

While it would be nice to just be taken care of, you wouldn’t really want it the way you did all those years ago. Rather, you’d want someone to help find love within yourself and themself and make sure that there was nothing ever attached to that love other than romance. “Nah. Love’s gotta be done the right way—gotta be completely pure and careful with it. There can’t be any interference.” you say. “Hm, wise words coming from the mind of an ex-addict.” Simon says. You simply shrug, “One learns a lot when they get their head out of their ass once their time in the clouds comes down.” you say. “Agreed. Now then, let's just take our time to relax for a bit, yeah? No more silly questions about the enemy’s role as a partner.” Kyle says. “But don’t you think it’s just a tad bit amusing to talk about?” Johnny asks. “No.” both you and Alejandro say simultaneously, causing Rodolfo and Kyle to laugh as Johnny pouts.

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