#and guess who she wanted to kill? exactly; raven! they would sometimes see each other on family reunions and it was weird

[shotofire]

Impulse

LEVI ACKERMAN x F!READER

Overview: In which you have trouble respecting Captain Levi, and he shows you whos in charge

Warnings: cursing, filthy smut, hair pulling, spanking, dirty talk, choking, degrading, angst, toxic relations, biting, oral, creampie

Season: Not specified

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Most would jump off a cliff before they even thought about talking back to the Captain Levi. Then there was you, the girl who sure had a mouth on them. At first you treated the Captain with respect and followed orders, but then he became too pushy. You’d never liked when others barked orders at you, or told you to do one thing after another. It was common sense that things were done more sufficiently if you take your time and not rush. Captain Levi wanted things done quickly, no questions asked.

Personally, you didn’t like the guy. One could not deny that he was extremely attractive, and when you had first saw him he’d sparked your interest. Then he decided to open his mouth and it ruined the entire fantasy you had playing out.

He expected way too much out of his squad sometimes, and you really wished Erwin hadn’t assigned you to him. You were incredibly skilled but lacked discipline and could be lazy at times. There was a reason he’d put you with Levi, but you had yet to realize it.

To you Levi was a ego driven asshole who thought he was better because of his rank. He always had your squad out late running laps, and cleaning whatever he wanted you to. Purification of whatever he found unfit had to be your least favorite thing in the world. You’d been raised on a farm and constantly had to clean, then you joined the scouts thinking it’d be all action. Then your Captain has you shoveling horse shit several times a week, and for what exactly? You had no clue. There was no way this was benefitting to your skills at all, it’s not like you had to clean titan shit.

The worst part was that Levi would only make you clean it all by yourself. The rest of your squad got the  luxury of sweeping, dusting, or mopping. Then there was you trying not to throw up every five minutes while the smell of shit and piss is filling your head. It was hell and you about had enough. You’d kept your mouth shut at that point telling yourself over and over to be the bigger person. You had reached a breaking point when a horse nearly kicked you in the face, you had to get off of Levi’s squad.

That day you stomped to Commander Erwins office full set of getting assigned to a new squad. Erwin had a weird soft spot for you, mainly because he knows your tragic past. He tried his best not to let it show, favoritism wasn’t something he liked to reveal. Harsh knocks echo through the mans office and he flinched, “You may come in.” There you are bursting through the door out of breath and cheeks flaming red.

The sight was somewhat scary, but only because you looked like you were about to rip someone’s head off. The first thing you saw, that only added to the anger, was Captain Levi himself sitting across from Erwin. Why the hell does he have to be here? You thought as your hands balled into firsts.

Everyone knew you had a temper problem. That was another reason Erwin saw you fit for Levi’s squad. Levi didn’t like people who couldn’t control themselves, so he wanted to put you in your place. So far all he’s done is increase your irritability and make you want to punch him in the face. “I want to be on another squad, I can’t take anymore of Captain Levi,” you stare ahead at Erwin, not even acknowledging Levi. The raven-haired man look at you with narrowed eyes and a scowl, someone really needed to put you in your place.

“Coming into my quarters without stating your name or business will get you nowhere, neither will that tone,” Erwin said, he couldn’t believe the way you were acting. You huffed at his words, patience wearing thin. “To hell with my tone!” Levi and Erwin’s eyes widen and their mouths fall open.

Not once has a cadet talked or acted in this manner of disrespect, you had some nerve. Levi was infront of you in almost an instant, backing you up against the door as his breath fanned over your face. “You need to learn how to respect your Captain and your Commander, or i’ll have you sent to the military police. Stop acting as if you’re entitled to be treated like a princess when all you are is a brat,” he spits in your face.

It took everything in you to not knee the man in his groin. You look away from him to Erwin, seeing his armed crosses at his chest. All of you knew your actions just now we’re not justified and you shouldn’t be talking to your superiors that way. But what Levi was doing right now was completely degrading. The Commander wasn’t big on Levi’s approach, but he let him follow through. He was your Captain after all, he treated you how he saw fit. You grabbed the knob that was pushing into your back and opened the door, causing Levi to stumble back a bit. “I hate men,” you mumbled before slamming the door.

A few cadets stood outside the room with wide eyes and jaws ajar. They had heard the whole thing, some wondered how you were still alive. “What the fuck do you want?” You yelled with gritted teeth. They didn’t say a word, only scattered away. If you could talk to the superiors like that and not get your ass kicked there was no telling what you were capable of deep down.

Levi and the Erwin looked at one another with shocked expressions. “She needs to be put in her place,” Levi grunts. No cadet had pushed his buttons like you have. Erwin held the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger, eyes pressed shut. “She’s a lot like the way you used to be, you know. You gave me a hard time, I guess she’s your karma,” Erwin said somewhat amused. Levi didn’t find anything funny, not even in the slightest.

It had been a few weeks since the incident and Levi hadn’t let you catch a break. If anything things got worse, and you were doing more shit back to back. He went as far as to make you do dishes at breakfast, lunch, and dinner for a straight two weeks. Your attitude had gotten worse as well and insulting the Captain to his face had become a regular occurrence. “(y/n), I want you to clean the stables and then strip all the cadets beds. The sheets need cleaning,” he said to you with a smirk on his face. Your squad stood in a side by side line as he gave you each a chore. Everyone’s was simple and would only take maybe an hour, but yours would cost the rest of the day. “You’re such a prick,” you said with an enraged tone.

Some of your squad gasps while the others had already grown used to it. Levi wasn’t going to stop until you did, it was stubbornness against stubbornness. Even if you did insult him and yell profanities in his face you’d still do as he said. He got such joy out of ordering you around. “And you’re such a brat,” he said back with an amused smile. Before you could think your hand was starting to swing through the air, your squads face watched in horror. He grabbed your wrist right before it made contact with his face, his eyes never left yours. That was kind of hot, you thought and automatically wanted to slap yourself.

His hand remained on your wrist and his grip tightened, causing you to whimper in pain. “Go to what i’ve asked of you cadets,” he says with that same shit eating grin on his face. They all run away with startled expressions. “Let me go,” you tried to rip away your hand but it was no use. “After you’re done with your tasks come to my quarters, no matter how late it is. Also take a shower before you get anywhere near me, you smell like shit.” You scoffed at his words, “Eat fucking shit, Levi.” Calling him by his name really pissed him off, you hadn’t call him Captain since the Erwin office visit. He let go of your wrist finally and walked off, leaving you vision blurred with anger.

Your fellow cadets didn’t say a word as your sweaty form stripped their beds. The smell coming off of you was gag worthy, but they didn’t dare provoke you. If you could talk to Levi in that manner there was no telling what you’d do to them.

One wrong look and you’d knock their teeth out, no questions asked. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t half-ass clean those stables. But the afternoon was coming in and you still had to clean and hang everyone’s sheets. That would take longer than anything, and you’d probably miss out on lunch and dinner. You sat out in the sun pushing one smelly sheet into the bucket of soap and water after another. The boys bed linen almost made you throw up a few times. Did they ever bath?

After soaking them they were hung up to dry, and with the beaming sun hopefully it wouldn’t take too long. You thought about the whole reason you’d basically became a maid, Captain Levi. The man had his mind set on making your life a living hell, and you returned the favor. The threat to send you back to the military police didn’t scare you one bit, it wasn’t going to happen. You were more skilled at killing titans than anyone else on your squad, and almost all the others. Loosing you would be a great loss for the scouts, and you knew it. Some thought, if it came down to it, you could totally kick Levi’s ass. He had heard that one day and it only exasperated the man further. His ego was bigger than a mountain and that chipped the top off of it.

As the sheets dried you were able to attend lunch, but just barely. Most had already finished and were doing combat training. You managed to stuff down a few pieces of bread to keep you moving for the rest of the day. When you returned back to you duties over half of them had dried and you jumped up and down with joy.

You celebrated too fast, and Levi was coming towards you quickly. The sight made you want to vanish in thin air, what could he possibly want now? “I took a look at the stables, you didn’t even clean half of it.” Of course he went and checked. “I’ll finish it,” you grumbled. He was shocked that he didn’t get a smart response, you just didn’t have the energy to deal with him right now.

The rest of the sheets dried and you returned them to each bed. You had never felt like such a maid before, having to make beds for grown adults. Knowing you had to finish cleaning the stables almost brought you to the edge of tears. All you wanted was to lay in your bed and sleep, to relax the pain filling out your lower back. Pure stench filled your senses as you entered the stables, each horse eyeing you. To be honest these horses scared you, their beady judgemental eyes reminded you of Levi. Thinking about that made you snort out loud, your next insult was definitely going to be telling him he looked like a damn horse.

The sun had set by the time you’d finished, and you wouldn’t be surprised if most had already gone to sleep. Thoughts of your bed made you crack a smile before letting out a deep yawn. You headed straight for the showers, stripping yourself of your sticky clothing. As the satisfaction of hot water ran over your body you sighed and closed your eyes. It was a great feeling that you truly needed.

The happiness was short lived as you remembered that Levi wanted you in his office once you were finished. You wanted to scream at the thought, why the hell does he want to see you? The man can’t stand you so why would he spend his after hours to talk to you? There was no point if he was just going to insult you, but you had no choice.

After getting dressed and somwhat drying your hair, you drag your feet to Levi’s office. You stare at the door for a few seconds, contemplating just going to bed. That would ensure a even more hell filled day tomorrow, so you went ahead and knocked on the door. This shouldn’t last long anyways, right? He’s gonna throw a few insults and you’re gonna leave, easy as that. “Come in,” his deep voice says. You open the door, shut it behind you, and start walking up to his desk. He didn’t expect you to state your name or salute him, so he wasn’t too fazed. You sit down in the wooden chair on the other side of his desk, eyes laced with annoyance. He takes in your state, you looked completely beat.

“Do you know why you’re here (y/n)?” He questioned, his fingers interlocked as they sat upon his desk. The man was trying to be all serious but you weren’t in anyway intimidated. “Nope, but i’d appreciate it if you’d hurry up. See I just did all your dumb chores for you and i’m fucking tired.” The Captain presses his lips in a straight line. He stands up from his seat, moving to your side of the desk and sitting on the edge of it.

He’s close to you now, frame above yours. You look up at him, feeling small under his gaze. “That right there, the unnecessary attitude. I’m tired of you thinking you’re better than everyone, when i’m reality you’re just an entitled brat.” So he’d called you here to argue? You didn’t care how tired you were, this man wasn’t going to walk all over you.

You stand up, eye to eye with him, and growl in his face. “I’m the one who thinks i’m entitled? You order everyone around like some King, Well guess what your highass, no one likes you! You’re just some higher rank motherfucker who thinks their life is more valuable than anyone else. When will you face reality and see we’re not different!” You yell in his face, not holding back at all. Your faces were so closer, barely touching.

The air fell silent at your words and he looked into your eyes. Maybe what he was about to do was pure impulse and should be thought over. But he’s already slamming his lips onto yours in a hungry kiss before he can really think it over. He was baffled when your lips moved with his, tongues already slipping against one another. You couldn’t believe you were kissing him right now, but you couldn’t find it within you to stop.

In one swift move Levi had your back pressed on his desk as he hovered over you, the kiss only intensifying. His fingers pressed at your sides and you let out lights moans onto his lips, only boosting his ego. When his lips moved to your neck you realized what was happening, “What the hell.” Levi heard you mumble and only chuckled. His lips bite and suck at your nape and you can’t hold back the sounds coming from your lips. “I fucking hate you,” you said through clenched teeth.

It was aggravating that you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop, you didn’t even want him to. His pillow lips felt like heaven against your skin and you already felt your core start to dampen. After those words pass your lips hes pressing his hand to your neck, stopping any air from making its way in. “Hate me all you want, but I know you’re dying for me to fuck you right now. I bet you’d even beg me,” he said with a smirk. His hand stays wrapped around your neck as his other hand pulls your shorts down your legs. “See, you’re already wet.” He eyes the visible mark on your underwear with a devilish smile.

He lets go of your neck and you immediately start coughing, he was for sure insane. Before you could collect yourself he was biting the inside of your thigh, causing you to yelp. He sucked harshly at the delicate skin and you wince away from his touch. He’s fast to grab your thighs with a firm grip, and you’re unable to move away. You gasp as he licks a long stripe on your still covered core. “So sensitive,” he coos.

You’d die before you admitted it, but Levi looked so incredibly sexy right now. His eyes were sparkling with lust and his lips were a light shade of red from the kissing. His fingers loops on the sides of your underwear and he yanks them off. You watch as he bites his lower lip, eyeing your wet pussy. Before you can even think, his lips are attaching to where you needed him the most.

A long high pitched moan slips past your lips and you’re positive someone had to have heard you. His mouth works against you and you’re a complete mess. You fall onto your back and raise your hips, but his arms are fast to push you back onto the surface. His left hand leaves your waist, and soon he’s plunging two fingers into your hole. “Holy fuck!” You yell in complete ecstasy, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You feel your high approaching as his fingers and mouth continue to work. “Yes, yes! Please don’t stop,” you say with tears forming in your eyes. He smiles at your words, feeling accomplished. His lips wrap around your bundle of nerves and it send you over the edge. Your legs shake as he sends you through your orgasm.

Before you could even collect yourself he was ripping your shirt over your head, and then his own. He nearly breaks your bra trying to get it off, and you snort at him. You sit up so he doesn’t have to struggle, “I still hate you.” He ignores your words and flips your body over so that you’re facing away from him. The sound of his pants being pulled down makes your stomach drop, shit. You were really about to have sex with this asshole. He enters you without any warning and you let out your loudest moan yet. The man doesn’t bother giving you time to adjust as his hips start moving at a ungodly speed. Your nails dig into the desk at the feeling. Levi was much bigger than you anticipated, definitely the biggest you had ever been with.

The sound of skin slapping together fills the air, mixed with your constant moans. His hand comes down to smack you ass, making red handprints in your skin. The stinging sensation brought you pleasure, and he noticed. His hand cracked down harder and you yelled out in pain and pleasure. “Fuck, if I would’ve know you were such a slut I would’ve already fucked you,” he says breathlessly. He grabs that hair at your scalp, pulling you back into his chest. He fucks up into you harder and you can’t think straight. His fingers stay tangled in your hair as his lips attack your neck, leaving small purple marks on your skin.

“Tell me how much you love it,” he whispers in your ear, “Tell me you love my cock.” The filthy words made you shiver even though your body was on fire. You didn’t answer, mustering up words as fucked you ruthlessly was nearly impossible. He lets go of your scalp, making you fall forward. He grabs ahold of your waist and pushes himself into you deeper, making your mouth fall open. “Tell me, now,” he says before pulling back and shoving himself deeply again. “I love your cock,” you say with tear filled eyes. He smirks in gratification and somehow manages to move his hips even faster. Soon your legs are shaking once again as you reach your second orgasm.

Levi pulls out of you harshly and you’re left limp on his desk. Arms wrap around your frail body and carry you into his bedrooom that was connected to his office. The feeling of the soft bed makes you sigh, it was a lot better than your own. He’s already back between your legs, and you finally get to take in his toned body.

You sit up to run your fingers up and down his stomach, feeling him flinch under your touch. His breath hitches when you keep moving down, fingering wrapping around his still hard dick. You pump your wrist a few times and his eyes shut at the feeling. You guide him back to your aching hole, wanting more. As he enters you, you throw your head back.

He starts moving, hips hitting yours harshly. His elbows sit on either side of your head as he fucks you into the mattress. Foreheads press against one another and his eyes stare into yours. The sight was new to you, his eyes were sparkling differently than in the beginning. You’d never seen this side of Levi, he actually looked loving. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he said breathlessly. Your stomach flipped at his words, it was the first nice thing he’d said to you. To be honest, you didn’t even know he was capable of being nice. Yet he’d just let a compliment slip past his lips.

You legs wrapped around his waist, helping him go deeper. The feeling of your third orgasm approaching had you seeing double. Levi pressed his lips against yours in a sweet kiss as you moan through your high, and he comes undone inside of you. The room is filled with heavy breathing as you two try to compose yourself.

Levi is the first to say something, “I’m sorry.” You sit up quickly and look at him confused. “I ordered you around like a dog and it wasn’t right. You just have so much pride,” his eyes look at the ceiling, “I wish I could be like that.” You smile softly, he was just damaged more than you knew. “I’m sorry for shit talking you in front of everyone,” you say and can’t help but let out a light laugh.

He smiles and closes his eyes, “you’re still a brat.”

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[tatestripedsweater]

Crimson Sheets

Plot: James certainly wasn’t afraid of a little blood, so when your period arrived he took great pleasure in easing those cramps of yours

James Patrick March X Fem!Reader

Warning: Blood Kink, Oral (Female Recieving), Period Sex

Word Count: 2,271

A/N: If any of these ^ aren’t your thing simply don’t read, the warnings there for a reason dears. I tried my best with his smut, hope you enjoy!

Protective was an understatement of how you’d describe James, if anyone was looking in your direction one quick glare from him and they’d be gone. Quite literally after a few hours.

So when he saw you curled up in the bed you two shared; which was mostly used for fucking, his heart sank. Small whimpers left your lips as the sheets covered your figure, he often liked whimpers escaping your throat but this was a completely different scenario entirely.

It’s not that he hadn’t been with you when you were on your period, you just simply tried to avoid any attention to which he’d figure it out.

‘’My darling.. who do I need to kill?’’ Kneeling beside you by the bed, his big hand moved your hair back so he could see your face properly. Your eyes red and puffy, he would hurt the person who had put you in this state, part of him had a suspicion that it’s Elizabeth.

‘’No one.. it’s nothing James..” He could always tell when you lied, your voice went high and you couldn’t bare to look him in the eyes. James’ jaw clenched as he tried to compose himself, not wanting you to see the rage inside him with you in this fragile state.

‘’Darling.. dearest.. tell me’’ The pet names he called you made your heart flutter, even though you both came from different eras in the world you could help but fall for the man kneeled by you. Yes he was a killer, and the anger in him sometimes frightened you but he was the only man that you had been with that out your needs first.

‘’I’m bleeding..’’ The anger went from his eyes and it soon turned to worry, lifting up the sheets he saw no evidence of the red substance. He was acting like a doctor, examining you for any injuries. ‘’I meant between my legs James..’’

‘’Oh..’’ You half expected him to walk away, back in his day women rarely spoke of such a thing, just suffered in silence. But the smirk on his face said otherwise, what was going through that brain of his? ‘’Darling you should’ve just told me, I am sure I know a way to ease your pain’’

Before you could even question him James had already moved so he was kneeled above you, his tall stature made you feel tiny. You sometimes wondered how you got so lucky, he could have any women he wanted yet he picked you.

‘’ I hear orgasms ease a females menstrual pains my dear, so that is what I’ll give you’’ Before you could even protest to the idea he lifted your night dress, James cold lips caressed the skin of your stomach before leaving open mouthed kisses on soft and supple skin.

A groan left his lips when he heard the noises that was leaving yours, anyone would think you hadn’t been touched like this before, James knew how sensitive you were to his touch and used that knowledge to his advantage. Kissing his way down to your stomach he saw a glint of fear in your eyes, James could tell no man has ever pleasured you through on your period but he wasn’t going to stop. Not even for a little bit of blood.

‘’Darling I take the lives of others, I practically bathe in their blood, this inconvenience of yours is not going to bother me one bit’’ Using his teeth he peeled of your underwear down your thighs, he knew just how to get you writhing under him. From the material of your underwear grazing against your skin as he pulled them down made goosebumps appear on your skin, he couldn’t help but let out a dark chuckle at how sensitive you are.

Looking away you felt your cheeks go bright red as he looked between your thighs, you couldn’t even respond but only with a moan as soon as his lips wrapped themselves around your clit. James’ hands pressing down against your stomach as he held you in place, he felt himself get harder with each moan that you let out.

He didn’t even complain of the taste, in fact he loved it. The mixture of your cunts natural wetness and the copper of the blood was enough to make him grind down against the bed as he lay between your legs. Squeezing his head between your thighs he pried them back open, even in times like this James wanted complete and utter control over you.

‘’J-James..’’ Leaning your head back against the pillow you took everything he was giving to you, his tongue was like magic. Moving a hand down you gripped onto his raven hair, which made him not only groan against you but nipple slightly on your clit. The sudden feeling made you jolt ever so slightly, a smirk plastered across his face.

‘’Be careful with pulling my hair dearest, you know how excited that makes me’’ Oh you did indeed, the first time you done it, it was my accident, but the reaction you got out of him was enough to make your underwear from to your ankles.

Teasing your cunt he parted your lips with his fingers as his mouth still assaulted your clit, using his index and middle finger he thrusted them inside you. Your moans were getting louder with each stroke of his fingers and every suckle of your clit, but he didn’t dare stop now, not with you completely under his control.

You hoped to god he wasn’t going to stop, you felt like you were in heaven, as soon as your legs started to tremble James just knew he had you right on the edge. He was like a starving man taking his last meal, James could spend hours between your legs with no complaints what so ever. Curling his fingers inside you, James hit the spot, he knew just from the way your hips bucked and how you cried out his name like a mantre.

‘’James please!’’ A mixture of curse words and his name left your lips as your orgasm started to take over, you felt like fire was pooling down in your stomach. It wasn’t a bad feeling, not at all, it was the most pleasurable moment you had experienced. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped onto the bed sheets for dear life, James’ eyes were on you the whole time as he worked you through your orgasm.

‘’There she is..’’ He muttered against your cunt as he slowed down to ease you from your high, you were like an angel to him. It was like light had surrounded you, the only pure thing he had in his life yet you were like a whore in the bedroom. His to take as he pleaded, and he certainly didn’t hear any complaints from you.

Slowly pulling away he got back up on his knees, and the sight before you was enough to make a nun swear, from the tip of his nose all the way around his mouth was covered in your blood. Licking his lips he hummed in satisfaction, at this point you didn’t even care about the bedsheets Mrs Evers had to clean after this, the way James looked deemed him a wild animal.

‘’Now dear, let’s get to fucking that cute cunt shall we?’’ The expression on his face was absolutely sinful, and you were sure you’d be welcomed into hell when the time came.

Unbuckling his belt and throwing it somewhere forgotten, he pulled his clothes off with ease. He was like a god, but telling him that was surely going to boost his ego so instead you kept it to yourself. James’ cock was purple around the tip due to it being confined within his clothing. Pre cum ran down the underside of his of cock, growling he saw you bite your lip, knowing exactly what was going through your mind in that moment.

‘’Later, right now this is about you dear’’ James lifted your legs up and around his waist, pulling you closer to him. His cock run across your slit teasingly slow, blood coating his cock as he fired James knew what he was doing to you and he loved it. He had you purring like a kitten and the man hasn’t even fucked you yet, there was one thing about James and that’s that he liked to tease. Wanted you to beg for what you so craved, wanted to hear you tell him how you wanted it.

‘’Please.. use me, I’m yours..’’ Oh you certainly were, and he reminded you each day. Whining as his names dug into your hips, leaving half moon shapes, his hips snapped forward as his cock filled you up deliciously.

‘’Oh that’s it! Take my cock darling!’’ He snarled with each thrust of his hips, he kept it hard and fast, the sheets below you looked like someone had been murdered and honestly it wasn’t the first time that happened within this room.

You were screaming underneath him, the whole hotel was sure enough to hear the both of you. Looking up at him desperately your eyes met his dark ones, the bed was creaking under you both, the headboard banging against the wall. ‘’D-dont stop!’’

‘’I don’t plan too darling!’’ James leaned down and moved your legs up and over his shoulders, the new angle forcing his cock deeper inside you. His hand met the back of your head, pulling your hair tightly to which forced your head up, leaving your neck exposed.

James’ lips met your neck in a hot frenzy, biting down hard on the flesh until he was satisfied with the purple mark leaving in his wake. The only noises in the room were that off you both moaning, and skin slapping together and the wet noise of his cock thrusting inside your cunt, his balls hit your ass with each thrust and you were sure there were going to be bruises just from that.

Sweat formed on your skin, the light making it glisten. His stamina was something you’ve never came across before, I guess that was a perk of being dead, he could go on forever if he could but you, still alive and well could not.

You were careful not to touch the scars on his back, knowing that he’d disapprove and anger him, instead your nails gripped onto his ass cheeks, pulling him deeper inside you if that was even a possibility. His cock filled you up to the brim, your cunt squeezing against him like a vice had such obscene noises leaving your lovers mouth.

‘’Darling your divine, a work of art!’ He snarled each word with a hard thrust, making you squeal out. James always praised you during times like these, it wasn’t exactly gentle sex but it wasn’t the roughest he’d been with you. You were his life, and soon to be wife, Mrs March.

‘’James I don’t think I’ll last much longer..’’ He could tell, from how your legs shook on his shoulders and the squeezing of your cunt around his cock. His orgasm was dawning too much James always made sure to make you cum first, there wasn’t anyway he was going to fill you up beofre you’ve had pleasure overtake your body.

Not caring about the now dried blood around his mouth he kissed you, hungrily yet lovingly. The taste of your cunt mixed with tobacco and the metallic taste of your blood had you whining against his lips, you didn’t expect to find it so arousing, but by god you did and you certainly wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to do it again.

Holding you close he started to loose his rhythm, he was holding back from his own release and you could tell, with each thrust it was getting sloppier and sloppier. The noises your bodies made together was something out of a porn, his breath ragged as your cunt squeezed against him yet again. ‘’J-James..’’ Whimpers left your lips as you felt another orgasm approaching, the burning sensation coming back in your stomach but much stronger this time.

‘’Cum for me darling, let go’’ His voice much deeper than usual along with his words sent you over the edge, clinging onto him for dear life your cunt tightened around his cock once again, forcing a loud moan from your lovers lips. Your orgasm took over your entire body, you started to see stars, it was beautiful and erotic, arching your back as he kept thrusting even after your orgasm, he knew how sensitive you were.

‘’Fuck darling!’’ A snarl left his mouth, he sounded like a wild animal, a beast if you will. His met yours once again hungrily as his thrusts lost more rhythm before his hips stuttered against yours, growling he filled you up with his cum. The smell of blood, sweat and cum filled the room like a whores perfume, it was a scent you could get used too.

Panting heavily below him he watched you with adortion, James thought he’d never find another woman after Elizabeth but once you checked into the hotel it all changed. He had to make you his, and he did, but the fear off loosing you outside of the hotel overtook his senses everyday you left the premises.

One day he would kill you, James knew he would, with or without your consent. But for now he held your hot and sweaty figure in his arms, you completely oblivious to the plans he had in mind for the future.

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[voiceless-terror]

would you consider writing me some precanon jongeorgie angst. bc i imagine they probably bonded over their interest in the supernatural but never. you know. actually talked about their personal experiences/trauma. just give me a little of both of them handling that trauma very badly while never admitting their closest brush with the supernatural. or something. idk.

Hello anon! I haven’t written Jon/Georgie yet, but this prompt was too good to pass up. Hope you like!

Being with Georgie was easy. It shouldn’t have been, not for him.

But it was.

She carried herself with the utmost surety: of her opinions, of her feelings, of her place in the world. It wasn’t arrogance, more like confidence and something else Jon couldn’t quite put his finger on. There was a blankness in her eyes sometimes. Not an absence of feeling but an absence of...understanding, maybe. Of empathy. Georgie saw the world in black and white; she knew exactly what was right and what was wrong. She was blunt. She bulldozed over others in conversations, pointed out flaws that polite society knew to overlook and not name. Jon admired it, as much as it made him cringe.

But it was complemented by her fierce capacity for loving, her clever, teasing words, the way her fingers ran through his hair when he was stressed. That black and white view could quiet his mind like no other- ‘yes, Jon’, ‘no, Jon.’  She listened to his incessant rambling, nodding in the right places and adding her own commentary. She filled out the crosswords in the morning, her brow furrowed in concentration, colorful nails tapping at the table. She never wanted help, stubborn to a fault. Her dark skin ethereal in the morning light, the way her voice was low and croaky before her coffee. The ease with which she said ‘I love you.’ 

He remembered the day she first approached him, all ripped-tights and smudged, smoky eyeshadow. Just leaned against the wall on that chilly fall night and snatched the cigarette right from his hand, an eyebrow flicked upward as she took a drag. He couldn’t get a word out, just silently took her phone when she offered it and typed in a number with shaking hands. A year later and she was still that same girl, though he’d seen her stash of manga and her weird cat memorabilia. She was whole, real. It was comfortable.

“I’m not really sure if I should go.” They’re curled up on the couch, Jon leaning into the warm bulk of her. “All of the others are going, though.”

“It’s not like you’re close, right?” Jon’s petting the Admiral, the new addition to the household fitting in seamlessly. “I’m sure she won’t take it as an insult. You can always say you’re busy. Who was it, again? Her father?”

“Yeah.” Georgie’s shifting against him, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. It’s odd- she’s not usually so awkward about these things. If there’s something she doesn’t want to talk about, she shuts it down right away. This seems...different. “And no, not close. But everyone else is going- they want to show their support, I guess. It would be awkward if I didn’t.”

Perhaps Georgie didn’t like funerals. You’re not supposed to, of course. Maybe it was a phobia, a perfectly valid one. Plenty of people don’t like to see the reminder of death laid out before them. Jon’s been to a few in his lifetime- for his Gran’s friend, for a distant cousin.

For his parents.

He doesn’t remember his father’s, he might not have even gone. He was only two at the time. He distantly remembers his mother’s; it wasn’t well attended, he sat in the front row with his Gran. He doesn’t even remember crying, if he even realized the thing in the box was his mother, dead and gone.

Needless to say, he understands Georgie’s sentiments. “You don’t have to go, not if...not if you don’t like it. Plenty of people are uncomfortable with death-” This was the wrong thing to say, for Georgie tensed instantly, leaning away from him.

“That’s not it at all,” she says, snatching her legs out from where Jon’s leaning comfortable against them. “It’s- it’s the performance of it all. All those people standing around a body, sniffling and moaning-”

Jon tried for levity, bristling at her tone. “People grieve, they need closure-”

Georgie snorted, this time shoving him away on the couch, the Admiral jumping from Jon’s lap at the movement. Her words became impassioned, as if Jon needed to know, needed to understand. “Cremate them, then! Say a few words, scatter the ashes, whatever. But having the body on display like that?” She gets up, starts to pace. Jon’s never seen her like this. “Paint the corpse, dress it up, pretend it’s a person still but it’s not, and everyone’s just standing there around it, praying over it and watching it like it’s not just rotting meat you put lipstick on-”

“Georgie!”

“I can’t stand it.” She stops in front of him, chest heaving and eyes aflame. “What’s so monumental about it? We live, we die- and her father was old, it was bound to happen sometime. No need to make such a to-do. It’s- it’s just disgusting, is what it is.” She didn’t continue, and an awkward silence permeated the room. 

Georgie got worked up about things on occasion. But the wild look in her eye, the total sense of incomprehension was...disconcerting. He agreed with her on certain points, of course, but the vehemence behind them- something wasn’t right. But it didn’t feel right to pry, either, and Georgie surely wouldn’t appreciate it.

“You could just say you’re busy, you don’t have to go,” he tries tentatively. She seems to deflate where she stands, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable. So he stands up, taking her hand in his. She lets him, but doesn’t meet his eyes. “But if you do, I can come with you. If you’d like.”

They stand in the very back row of the church after awkwardly greeting her grieving coworker. Georgie’s nails dig painfully into his arm, but he says nothing. They leave after ten minutes and stop at an Indian buffet on the way home. He silently watches her dig into a curry, his own untouched.

___________

When she first met Jon, she thought he was utterly out of her league.

It was her first semester back at school, she was an absolute fucking mess- drinking at all hours, barely present in her classes. She was out at the bar with a few new friends, most of whom she’d already forgotten the names of, and saw him standing there under a single flickering lamp, a cigarette dangling from long, slender fingers, raven hair back in a messy bun. Not many people could pull that off but he looked almost effortlessly cool (a thing she’d later find laughable for ever thinking) in his dingy leather jacket, his eyes far away and shadowed. She wondered what made him lose sleep. He had an odd, crooked little smile on his face and she was filled with liquid courage. The look he gave her when she took that cigarette out of his hand made her knees weak, and he took the proffered phone like he was only a little impressed. She sent a text to his phone and left, so embarrassed she went straight home.

He never did text her. To be fair, she never expected him to.

But she found him not two days later, hunched over a table in the campus library. She did a double take- surely this couldn’t be him, her impossibly handsome, silent figure who she surely dreamed up. But there was no mistaking that hair, those eyes. He was smaller, somehow diminished in his baggy jumper and wire-rimmed glasses, tapping a pencil against his textbook in irritation. Before she knew it she found herself picking up her phone, sending a text to the number with no name. And sure enough, his phone buzzed.

They went out on their first date a day later.

Jon was a ball of nerves, awkward and not at all like the man she thought she met that night. Somehow, the real Jon was better. She liked the way he blushed and stammered, the way a touch of her hand left him flustered and unable to speak. The way he could talk for hours about nothing at all, making even the most dull of subjects seem interesting with that voice of his- a voice surely meant for radio or T.V., something Jon himself endlessly scoffed at whenever she brought it up. They would sit in front of the telly for hours, marathoning ridiculous ghost hunting shows and pointing out the obvious fakes. Jon had a weakness for ghost stories, just like she did. “Most of them are absolute drivel, of course,” he said.

Most of them. 

They found comfort in each other, their small island of two, had no need for other company. Georgie had never been able to relate to someone so well, not since Alex, and Jon was never fond of crowds. Three months in he tried to break up with her, saying he could never give her what ‘she needed’ but she stopped that in its tracks- Georgie would be the one who decided what she did and didn’t need, thank you very much. She liked the way he leaned into her on movie nights, like her touch was the only thing that mattered. The sincerity in his eyes whenever he complimented her in that earnest, awkward way of his. He challenged her when he thought she was wrong, sometimes their fights lasted days. But they always came back to one another, each knowing they had no one else who understood them. Was it healthy? Georgie couldn’t answer that, she didn’t know herself. Jon probably didn’t either. But she loved him, in her way. 

That night they have a few glasses of wine, and Jon’s regaling her with some ridiculous story from his youth- apparently he was somewhat of a delinquent, wandering about at all hours. She laughs in delight, imagining a small, serious Jon climbing fences and evading the law. But suddenly Jon stops, his eyes going wide and his face growing ashen as he stares unblinking at the table.

It’s a spider- a tiny thing, really. Georgie’s been seeing a lot of them lately, and she really should be better about dusting the place. But Jon- Jon looks absolutely terrified, like the thing’s bound to leap out and kill him. She opens her mouth to tease, an instinctive reaction, but is instead startled by the loud smack of a hand against the table. Jon had smashed it certainly, but he lifts his hand and stares at it in wide-eyed horror, as if whatever he sees is nine times worse than the original thing.

“Jon-”

The chair hits the ground as he stumbles to her bathroom with heavy, labored breathing. She gets up slowly, approaching as quietly as possible to find him hyperventilating against the sink, the faucet on full blast as he washes his hand- scratches it, really. He’s mumbling frantically under his breath.

“...so many legs, get off, get off-”

She makes her presence known as not to startle him, approaching from the side and gently wrapping a hand around his arm once she sees him drawing blood. He starts anyway, his movements jerky and frenzied as he rips his arm away like her touch burns.

“It’s just a spider Jon,” she says softly, lifting her hands to show she means no harm. “It’s okay, you got it, it’s dead now-”

“But what if it isn’t!” He spits, slamming his hands on the marble rim of the sink and leaving bloody prints in his wake. He’s breathing so fast she thinks he might pass out. “What if it isn’t?”

She has no answer to that.

It takes about two hours, a hot shower and a stiff drink for him to calm down. They lay on the couch, watching something stupid, mind-numbing. She runs her fingers through his hair. He always liked that. She doesn’t say a word, he’s exhausted, and she knows from experience that pushing him will just lead to another fit like before. The next day, he brings her Hungarian by way of apology. They eat in a more comfortable silence, Jon gradually warming up as the evening goes on. Still, she doesn’t ask.

She spends the weekend cleaning her flat, standing on a chair and vacuuming at the cobwebs.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28440474

#my writing #prompt fill #the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #georgie barker #jongeorgie #precanon #angst #bit of a relationship study idk what you'd call that #Anonymous

[nikarmy]

Equilibration ~ Prologue

Masterlist

Pairing: Waterbender! Jungkook x fem!Firebender Reader feat platonic!Bts

Genre: The Last Airbender Au, fluff, angst, kinda slowburn, s2l

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: judgemental stares in public, cursing, slight inner aggressiveness (how do you call that?), self hatred, mentions and descriptions of war,   childhood trauma, flashbacks, reader is insecure af, mentions of killed people and humans screaming out of fear,

The looks from the passengers started to intimidate you.

How should one react to unwanted attention? Stare back, insult them, ask them what's wrong, or put their powers to good use and knock them down? Fuck no. That's not the right thing to do.

But the old lady in the olive robe has been fixating her gaze on you since she entered the train, only stopping her inspection when a young man offered his seat to her 5 minutes ago. Unfortunately, as soon as she made herself comfortable on the metal bench, she restarted her action.

Her face looks remarkably punchable to you right now.

Red was never your favourite colour.

In fact, you despise it, even though it perfectly described you.

Anger, Aggressiveness and Harshness. Perhaps that's why you've been considered as a prodigy and as one of the most gifted trainees back in the fire nation. You are basically the embodiment of the hot flames, symbolizing destruction and war.

You hate it. And now your red attire made you hate the colour even more, as the result was having judging looks on you all the time.

Teachers, parents and elders of the fire nation always tell stories and legends about the benders of their kind, emphasizing their heroic actions, and everyone listens to them attentively.

Although you know these stories by heart, you longed for more, for a view outside of the borders that separate your people from the other elements.

You read folk stories of waterbenders, earthbenders and airbenders, satisfying your curiosity by practically studying their culture.

But the more you learned about the peaceful water tribe, the disciplined people of the earth kingdom and the imaginative

air nomads, the more you felt ashamed about the fire nation, about yourself.

The insecurities grew as your father forced you to join the military as a soon – to – be soldier at the tender age of 8. He wanted to “use your abilities to good use”, so you just went with the flow and trained along with other talented students, destined to end the war in a brutal way and make their parents proud.

Years went by, and not too long ago, marking a week now to be exact, you went on your first “mission” to a city of the earth kingdom, whose name you don't even know, to occupy them and take over their land in a brutal way.

The pictures of killed people and destroyed houses are engraved to your brain, highlighted by the destructive flames surrounding a once peaceful town. You'll never forget the children screaming on top of their lungs and the parents begging for their lives.

The next sleepless nights you sat at your desk and started making plans on how to escape the fire nation, whilst writing a goodbye note to your family and trying to persuade them to not search after you.

And now, days later, you are standing in a train to Ba Sing Se, not even having a clue on what to do next. Your backpack consists of a bottle of water, some sparing clothes (but still not much), your toothbrush and money.

Finally you hear the male voice on the speaker say the awaited words: “Ba Sing Se Central Station”. You leave out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding, glad to be at your destiny and also glad to get out of the stinking train with the rude old lady.

During your targetless walk through the city, you notice a lot of eyes on you, and to be honest, you don't blame them, you hate firebenders too.

So you guess a new start also means a new appearance, right? Luckily you walk past a thrift shop. Its appearance is very pretty, the building is made out of wood and warm tones, the curtains which could be seen behind the big windows were a light shade of green, above the small door you could see golden calligraphy spelling “Kim's Thrift Shop” in all it's pride. It's not modern, but it looks comfortable.

At exactly that moment you choose to enter and change your black and red attire to search for one with a colour that is much less hated, like blue, yellow or green.

Entering the shop you immediately face a young man behind the counter, and you swear you've never seen a more handsome human being before.

He had perfect features, his broad shoulders and his tall figure instantly catching your attention. His raven black hair was voluminous. He could easily pass as a prince.

As much as you drooled over him as a result of his striking lineaments, he looked at you, well, weirdly. That wouldn't surprise you if he looked at you like you were his enemy, just like the other people here, but he stared at you, like you were some kind of god. Like he is genuinely happy that you entered the store. His eyes light up with hope.

“FUCKING FINALLY! NAMJOON LOCK THE DOORS!”

What. The. Hell.

Never in your life have you been so confused. Does he want to kidnap you? Oh fuck he wants to kill you.

The only logical thing to do right now is turning around and leave the shop. And you do just that.

But as soon as you can grab the door knob with your right hand, another one holds it, preventing you from fleeing.

You look who this hand belongs to, and next to you stands a man with blue hair and tan skin. His biceps and height frighten you and you realize that you're in big trouble. He has a tight hold on your forearm and leads you to the backroom of the shop in a quick pace, behind you the black haired cashier.

The backroom looked comfortable, the carpeted floor creating a cozy feeling. But the atmosphere was the complete opposite.

Here you stand, surrounded by five boys. You inspect each other and you realize that two of them are airbenders.

There stands the cashier, then your eyes land on the guy who held your forearm as if his life depended on it, and a third guy who sat on the sofa. His appearance was remarkably charming, full lips, blond hair, round face and soft features, he was quite short compared to the others. All three of them have green clothing on, so you assume that they are earthbenders.

But what really catches your attention are the last two guys. They wear yellow and red robes, both of them having a blue arrow drawn through the middle of their foreheads.

You've never seen an airbender before.

“So umm sorry if we scared you back there” the blue haired guy interrupts your thoughts. “But we are really desperate for someone like you right now”

“Someone like... me?” You curiously ask.

“Yes. The guy there..”

he points to one of the airbenders. The boy has wavy dark hair and as soon the blue guy mentions him he flashes you a cute boxy smile.

“This is Tae. Short for Taehyung. He is someone special. You see, for how long has the last avatar died?”

“70 years ago.” you reply. It's true, Avatar Aang died many years ago, and that at the time the world needed him the most. If he was still here, the war could have been prevented before it even escalated.

“Yeah” he answered “Tae is the next one”.

You gasp lightly and feel your eyes coming out of their sockets from having them wide open in shock.

The avatar is standing right  in front of you.

“And we are searching for different benders who can teach him in all the elements. See, we kind of established a secret alliance against the Fire Lord, to end the war. He already knows that the avatar came back and is searching for Tae like crazy, we had to move out of our hidings four times now because he always managed to find us. Now we have to find teachers quickly, the sooner the better. Tae has to learn to be a great avatar so he can fight against the Lord. We thought we would never find someone from the Fire Nation, but then you came. Are you a firebender?”

“Yes?”

“Perfect, you're exactly who we're looking for. We'll cut you a deal. Since we assume you're not a spy, we ask you to be Taes teacher in mastering the art of firebending. In return, you'll get to live with us and we'll give you food for free. Jin is a great cook. I know this is a lot of information to handle right now, but what do you think?”

You didn't even think twice about it. Even though you don't know these guys, what do you have to loose? It's not like you had plans anyway. And stopping the fire nation seems to be just the right thing for you right now. And finally you can use your skills to good use, not for war.

“I'm in.”

Later you get introduced to all of them. The Avatar, Taehyung, is an airbender, and you swear you've never seen someone who behaves this childish before. But it's not a bad childish, in fact, it makes you feel jubilant. Maybe because his bright ambience makes up for the childhood you never had, the childhood you spent in training and learning that brutality is the way to power, and power is everything.

The guy with the blue hair is Namjoon, an earthbender and Taes teacher in that field. He seems like the leader of the group, always explaining and answering your questions.

The black haired handsome guy is Jin, a nonbender. He felt very excited when you said yes to joining them.

The other airbender is Hobi and also Taes teacher, the first thing you realize about him is his very contagious smile.

The blond dude is Jimin, a nonbender who is from an earth kingdom village.One day he knocked on their door of the shop and wanted to thrift there. But instead of finding clothes, he started talking to Tae who sat behind the counter. The Avatar liked him so much that he insisted on having him join the “Gang”.

The thrift shop actually belongs to Jins aunt, and sometimes, when he's in Ba Sing Se, he has to work here. It's also a good place to hide from the Fire Lord.

“So we need a waterbender too?” you examined.

“Yes” Namjoon was the only one to answer again “We have to travel to one of the tribes to find one. It won't be that hard.”

a/n: Thanks for reading! I would like to apologize if it’s bad, I’m not very content with my writing style, but I am working on it, since it’s my first fic and I have a long way to go:) What do you think?

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook fantasy au #bts x reader #bts fic #bts imagines #bts au #bts atla au #bts fanfction

[spectralscathath]

Through It All- Freezerburn oneshot

Weiss was never much of a hugger, whether by choice or circumstance. Yang is willing to do her part to change that.

(A freezerburn gift from @illusory-torrent to @shaevira)

Ao3 link, FF.net link

Weiss blinked awake, a quiet inhalation the only outward show of her nightmare. She took a moment to calm her racing heartbeat, trying to focus on her breathing before it corrupted into sobs. She reached down, a hand clasping over the pale scar through her ribcage to affirm that there was no wound, no blood.

A moment of weakness turned unfortunate. She’d been blind to the threat Vernal posed, too confident in her Knight as an easy road to victory. She’d almost paid the ultimate price for it. She’d never been so close to death as she had when she saw a mockery of Pyrrha’s javelin pierced through her as though she was a butterfly on a corkboard. Not even the scar over her eye had damaged her so severely. That was a mark of pride, of victory, overcoming insurmountable odds.

Not the scar on her ribs, a match to one on her back. In that case, it was pure desperation she was still alive. She tried not to let it bother her. Tried and failed. 

She flinched when she felt Yang’s grip around her waist tighten, pulling her close as she mumbled something unintelligible into Weiss’s nape, every bit of her radiating warmth like fire dust. It was welcome, once she recognised the source. The room in Mistral was cool but not cold, unlike Atlas, where everything was either on the edge of stifling hot from the heating systems, or cold enough to make her shiver even with aura. 

She forced herself to relax and take in her surroundings, deliberately relaxing her muscles. She was with Yang, cuddled up in a shared bed, with an open window that let in fresh air and a faint chill, the latter of which was warded off by her girlfriend. Who would never hurt her. Just… hold her. 

That was something that Weiss spent a lot of time thinking about. The hugs. Weiss spent a lot of time thinking about Yang in general, if she was going to be honest. 

Being with Yang was different to anything Weiss had ever experienced before. She’d had dates here and there, obviously, she was once a rich socialite, having the odd coffee date with someone of similar wealth and standing was only proper. It was always a carefully-rehearsed dance of politeness that never reached friendly warmth, a minimum level of distance at all times, and a perfectly flattering letdown that didn’t offend. Or, occasionally, not flattering at all. But that was reserved for those dates that went spectacularly poorly, or for unwanted pursuers that weren’t worth her time. 

Yang did what she always did, and made everything different. 

Instead of frigid small talk and empty space, time with Yang was full of genuine smiles and warm hugs. The latter was what had Weiss so deep in thought as she curled under the blanket, Yang’s prosthetic arm sitting on the bedside table beside her gauntlet and Myrtenaster. Weiss smiled as she felt another soft snore rumble through her petite frame, wondering if Yang was graced with a peaceful sleep this time.

She shifted, awkwardly turning herself around and accidentally elbowing Yang in the gut. She winced as Yang’s eyes opened, the gorgeous lilac turned pale blue in the moonlight that slipped in through the window. “Sorry.”

“Ow?” Yang smiled blearily, yawning immediately after. “S’okay. M’rnin’?”

Weiss smiled, reaching up to brush some of Yang’s hair back from where it fell in golden strands over her cheek. She caught herself right before she did, remembering that Yang was very particular about her hair. “May I?”

Yang blinked at her, still waking up. “Yeah.”

Weiss relaxed slightly at being granted permission, tucking the wayward hair back into Yang’s wild mane. She tried her best to be gentle, the way Yang deserved. “It’s still night. Go back to sleep.” 

Yang yawned again, awareness flickering on in her eyes like a lit match. “Nope, I’m good. Why are you awake, Weiss?”

“Oh.” She couldn’t sleep. Her head was too full of thoughts. Of fears. Of memories of her lower lung slowly filling with her own blood, the threat of drowning on the floor of Haven Academy overwhelming even now. But she wouldn’t admit that, or Yang would worry. Or should she admit that? She was trying to be more open, after all. The first thing she and Yang had decided when they chose to take their friendship into a tentative relationship was to support each other, to try and communicate. “I was just… thinking about something.”

“What?” Yang lifted her hand from where it was wrapped around Weiss’s waist, coming up to shove more of her golden hair off her pillow. 

“Just… Haven. And us. I had-” it was going to sound so childish and immature. She couldn’t come out and say it. “This is going to sound stupid-”

“Nothing you say sounds stupid,” Yang reassured her.

“That’s factually incorrect. I once got into a spat with you about fog machines and doilies.” Back when she thought they were all invincible. Back before Yang had to put on her arm each morning, if she wanted to, back before Blake opened scars on them all with her absence, and Ruby charged ahead recklessly into things none of them knew the truth about. Back before Weiss was skewered by a madwoman just because she was there. 

“Yeah. It was kinda dumb, looking back, but it was fun, and we both got what we wanted.” Yang smirked roguishly. “I like that about us.”

“Me too.” Weiss couldn’t agree more. She nodded to herself. She didn’t want to ruin this with discussion of a nightmare. It was only a dream. Only a memory. She’d already talked through this with Yang, the first time she woke up from a false death. It was time to let go, and to think instead about other things. She didn’t have to hide the truth, but she could ask for an alternative option. “I had a nightmare about Haven again. Distract me?”

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Yang blinked in surprise as the words filled the air, her stomach twisting as Weiss said it. Haven. She knew exactly what Weiss had dreamed. She remembered how the world seemed to stop when she saw Weiss run through by that spear, how Cinder had been smiling. The world had frozen around Yang, even Mercury seemed to back off for a minute as she tried to process that the kindest person she’d ever known was going to die just because Cinder wanted to prove a point to Jaune.

It wasn’t fair. Weiss never should’ve been hurt like that. It had been too close. Yang couldn’t even be there for her, too caught up in trying to fend off Emerald and Mercury, and then seeing Blake, facing Raven, fetching the Relic, forcing a smile for Ruby’s sake when all she wanted to do was tell Blake to go and screw herself-

But that didn’t matter right now. She shoved thoughts of Blake and Raven and Mercury and Haven out of her head, letting her palm rest against Weiss’s cheek. Weiss was never vulnerable. Not really. Not like how Yang always felt, always on display with her lopsidedness and false arm- she tried to reclaim it, make it hers, and some days it worked. Other days it didn’t.

But Weiss always had strength in her. Real strength. Not like what Yang tried to cling to. She looked into those beautiful, frost blue eyes, and tried to think of something to say. “Distract you. Okay. I’m drawing a blank, what do you want to talk about?”

Weiss bit her lip, which made Yang want to kiss her, but she held back. They were still figuring things out, still asking tentative permission. She could kiss her after, not like Weiss was going anywhere. She wouldn’t. She promised. 

“Cuddling.” Weiss announced, like it was obvious. Yang raised a brow, silently prompting her to explain. Weiss smiled back, a little awkwardly and completely adorably. “You hug a lot. We sleep like this. It surprises me, sometimes, how comfortable you are with it.”

“Do you want to stop?” Yang asked, worried but willing to do so. It’d suck, she’d always been a hugger, always slept better when there was someone to hold and someone to hold her. But for Weiss, she’d do it. 

“No!” Weiss took Yang’s hand, squeezing it tight with cold fingers. “I just… I think I can count on one hand the amount of times I’ve been, well, cuddled. Before you, that is. You’ve made the numbers rise very quickly.”

Yang smiled, trying to figure out what to say. “It’s… there’s a story behind it.” She’d told Blake part of it. Weiss a different bit. But only she knew the whole thing.

“I’m listening,” Weiss smiled at her, lifting their joined hands up and kissing the inside of Yang’s wrist, so soft it stole her breath away. 

“When I was a child, Ruby and I got attacked by Grimm.” Dad left them with Qrow, but Qrow had passed out drunk, and so Yang had snuck out. “It was my fault. I could’ve gotten us killed, but Uncle Qrow saved us.” He’d killed the Grimm in seconds, carving them apart like they were nothing, and then he’d pulled Yang and Ruby close, endlessly apologising and carrying them home. 

Weiss listened, not a trace of judgement in her eyes, and Yang appreciated that. She smiled and kept talking. “After, Ruby and I were so shaken, we couldn’t sleep. Eventually we had a sleepover on my side of the room, and it helped. From then on, for a long time after, we just shared a bed. Even when we got older, if one of us had a nightmare, or dad was out, or sometimes just for no reason at all, we’d dump all our pillows and blankets on one bed and fall asleep like that. I guess I’m pretty used to sharing a bed, it’s almost weirder not to.”

Weiss took it in, Yang could see it on her face as she listened and worked through it in her own head. She could practically see the cogs turning. It took her a minute to get her thoughts in order, and Yang didn’t rush her. Weiss was patient enough to let Yang figure her words out before she said them, Yang could do the same. 

“That’s a very sweet story. Thank you for telling me.” She leaned forward, lightly touching her forehead to Yang’s. “Just so we’re clear, I don’t want this to stop. I like sleeping with you-”

“Oh really?” Yang grinned, waggling her brows. She was just teasing. She wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. She ignored a twinge in her right arm and a quiet, nasty little voice in her head that whispered ‘not ever’. No. Weiss thought she was beautiful, had said so before. She hadn’t lost her spark. It was just… harder to find. 

Weiss’s cheeks went a really fun shade of red as she spluttered, quickly catching her bearings. “Not like that- you know what I mean!”

“I do know what you mean,” Yang chuckled, untangling their hands so she could instead wrap her arm around her girlfriend and pull her close. “And I like cuddling with you too.” She wanted to do it forever. 

“So we’re in agreement, then?” Weiss slid an arm around Yang’s waist in return. “Cuddles are good and you may continue.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Yang grinned.

“May I?” Weiss asked as she cupped Yang’s cheek with her free hand, treating Yang like she was something precious. Not fragile, not breakable, but something to be cherished and cared for. 

“Please.” Yang’s heart did a flutter-thump in her chest as she nodded and leaned in, closing the distance with a kiss. She wanted to do this forever too.

#rwby #freezerburn #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #rwby fanfiction #my writings

[outerspace-iiinnerspace]

M reposting my Part 6 thoughts from the other day because it’s been a few days and I’ve rewatched the episode and also I want to.

1. Watson is dead. (Conjecture - but someone who worked with Holmes is for sure dead and you would really expect a Sherlock Holmes story to have a Watson huh? So where is he?)

2. Holmes is raising Watson’s daughter, Lily, who is adorable. (Also conjecture but see #1)

3. Holmes and Lupin know each other and have some kind of history (bad history)

4. Lily recognizes Lupin and is terrified of him.

5. A shadow organization called the Raven is controlling the British government.

6. Fujiko is with the gang this time! And is working with them, and doing teamwork, etcetera! I am very glad about this. Even if she’s not in every episode I like it when they all work together.

7. Goemon looks fantastic. We only saw him for a second, sure, but they definitely aged him back up. Not all the way but at least he doesn’t look like a 15yo anymore.

8. The car chase was also fantastic. The CGI was noticeable but not distracting and the scene itself was a lot of fun, I liked the car flipping over and the way Jigen’s legs were sticking out when the roof got blown off. It wasn’t funny per se but you could tell they were having fun with the scene.

9. I like Holmes, he seems like a sweet guy. The writers laid it on pretty thick, but I can forgive it because he’s a new character and they kinda have to make you like him.

10. I like the opening a lot! It is very stylish and I love the bit where they’re eating like maniacs shoving food in their mouths and swilling wine and then it cuts to under the table and they all cross their legs in perfect sync. Whoever scripted that knows exactly what this franchise is about. There also seems to be more emphasis on the gang as a “team” and not just a bunch of people who just happen to be on the same show, which makes me very hopeful.

11. Lupin on a motorcycle.

SO. They’re obviously going for a more mature, serious vibe this time (based off only one episode so I could totally be wrong but also look at the theme...) which I don’t have a problem with. They started off focusing on Holmes and Lily which I guess is so we the viewers can get to know them better, since they’re new, and to establish Lupin and the others as villains. The gang are villains, they always have been, but it looks like this part is going to try and lean into it more which I am in favor of. They’re the bad guys! They’re cool and fun and they do good stuff sometimes and we love ‘em but they are technically the bad guys! They are setting off explosives in crowded London streets!

I do hope the next episode has some more scenes from the gang’s point of view and especially some interactions. I wanna see what the dynamics are! I have a bunch of hopes and a bunch of ideas that I won’t spend time typing out now, but I do want them to be a team! I want them to work together and I want them to be friends! Episode zero makes me hopeful, but I don’t know how connected that’s supposed to be to this so I’m taking it with a grain of salt until we see more because again, there is only one episode. However, the fact that we’ve got Holmes, Lily, and Lestrade, plus MI6, plus the Raven, plus Albert means there are a lot of ‘outsider’ characters this time so it would make more sense for the conflict to come from there, not from between our mains.

My theory about what happened between Lupin and Holmes is that at some point (three years ago?) Holmes and Watson were investigating a mystery related to the Raven. Lupin was trying to get the Raven’s treasure, they got tangled up, and Watson was killed. I don’t have a guess yet if Lupin was the one who killed him, but Holmes thinks so. Either Lily was present for some reason, or Lupin + Watson + Holmes were on friendly enough terms for Lupin to meet the guy’s daughter before whatever it was that happened happened. It may have only been Lupin as well - Fujiko acted like she didn’t know a lot about the Raven, so she may not have been present for whatever happened. Jigen and Goemon didn’t really have any lines or interact with Holmes so there’s no clues yet to if they were involved. It could be interesting to have a story where Lupin and Holmes have history but everyone else is meeting him for the first time.

I was originally disappointed that Albert was here, but he wasn’t as insufferable this time. Maybe it was because he got shot and had very little dialogue, but I really hope he’s not a major character this time. No offense meant if he’s anybody’s favorite but I personally find him kind of boring and stupid. Yata is still here, which I guess is good because it gives Zenigata someone to talk to. Since  MI6 is involved it would be cool if they brought back the rat guy from part 4 (Nix? I cannot remember his name). I don’t want him to be a major character but I would love to see him again, maybe for just an episode or two.

I don’t want this season to be as heavily serialized as part 5. I know they won’t go full episodic (sadly), but something on the level of part 4 would be nice with a couple two or three parters and an overarching plot, but mainly standalones. Probably won’t happen, but it would be nice.

There wasn’t really any comedy that I remember in this episode, but it didn’t feel too serious or grim which is good. I liked the art! I like that they varied the line weight a little, the light effects are cool, and the animation is nice and bouncy. All our mains and the returning characters have plenty of personality, and the new ones are mostly good looking as well. Lily is kind of generic “cute anime kid” but I’m sure she’ll grow on me.

No perv shots, which I really like - there was the one bit where the camera sort of lingered on Fujiko’s cleavage but that was explicitly from the POV of the cop she was trying to vamp so I can give it a pass for being quick and story appropriate. The opening had a nude shot of Fujiko as well which I’m not thrilled about, but almost every opening has a nude shot of Fujiko and this was far from the most egregious so... yay?

In conclusion I am cautiously optimistic! I want to be completely optimistic, but I unfortunately really liked part 5 when it just started. I think (I hope) my tastes have improved since then, and this is already objectively better in some ways (the art, everyone is working together, no gratuitous close ups on a teenager’s ass) so uh. High hopes!! I want it to be good!!

#lupin iii #part 6 spoilers

[wonderful-writer]

12 - Strangled

Summary: Everyone is on edge with the looming threat of the grounder army. Murphy takes Bellamy and Y/n hostage in the dropship for a talk and attempted murder, and Finn and Clarke come back to camp with important information.

Word Count: 3.14k

Based Off: 01x12, “We are Grounders, Part One”

Everyone who was readily available was building foxholes and digging up holes for Raven’s landmines. You helped Octavia provide camouflage for the foxholes, giving you a better vantage point so the grounders didn’t spot you as easily.

A gunshot went off, scaring the hell out of you and everyone else, before realizing one of the men on guard fell asleep and accidentally shot one of the bullets. Bellamy got angry at him and started yelling about how that was one less dead grounder, so you stepped up.

You intervened when Bellamy shoved the guy up against the pole he was leaning against.

“Bellamy, stop!” You yelled.

“Everyone’s on edge, and you not giving people breaks is making everything worse. So just shut the hell up.” He let go of the man and backed off. Once you realized you had made a scene, you yelled at everyone to get back to work, before taking the gun from the man. 

“Take a break, I got the next shift.” He looked gratefully at you and you smiled, leaning up against the pole he was at, looking out into the trees for grounders. 

You were standing by the fire near the dropship when you heard the doors start to close, and Bellamy sprinting towards them. You ran with him and some of the others, drawing your sword as Bellamy yelled for Murphy to open the door.

“You try to be a hero, Jasper dies!” He shouted back, ceasing your movements. You dropped your sword and a gasp slipped past your lips. Your brother could die again, and it all depended on the actions of the man you could barely stand to look at. 

You waited for the rest of the night and into the day outside the dropship doors with Bellamy, although you didn’t dare look at him. “I just heard Murphy has Jasper.”

“Yeah,” Bellamy replied. “Is the south foxhole done?” 

“What? My friend is in there with a killer.” She raged.

“O, look around, no one’s working. If the grounders attack us right now, we’re all dead.”

She sighed at her brother's response and marched up to the door. “Murphy! Murphy if you even touch Jasper, I swear to God, you’re dead.”

“Octavia! I got this.” Bellamy told his little sister.

“Really? ‘Cause it doesn’t look like you’re doing anything about it.” She snapped.

“Bellamy, you’re right.” Raven approached the pair, while you stood underneath the scraped American flag. “There’s a loose panel in the back. If I can pop it, we can get in through the floor.” 

“Good. Do it.” He told her as you walked up to them. 

“You do realize that if you’re caught, my brother dies. Murphy told you not to be a hero and look at you, Bellamy. Breaking the one rule he set, just like every other one. For a leader, you can’t follow orders very well, can you?”

Raven rolled her eyes and walked away to see what she could do, while Octavia smirked at you before walking off.

“Murphy, I know you can hear me.” He spoke into the walkie talkie. “All of our food and ammo are on the middle level. You know that. You’re leaving us vulnerable to an attack. I can’t let that happen.”

“Yeah, well in case you haven’t noticed, you’re not exactly in control right now.” Murphy’s response came out of the walkie slightly garbled and staticky, but still clear enough for you to hear. 

“Come on, Murphy, you don’t want to hurt Jasper. You want to hurt me.” He smirked. 

“So what do you say? How about you trade him for me?” He bargained. A look of shock passed your face. You knew exactly what would happen if Bellamy went in there alone. 

“All you have to do is let him go, and I'll take his place.”

“How?” Murphy asked.

“Bellamy, don’t.” You protested his actions.

“Oh, so now you care?” He countered. 

“Bellamy, we can do something else.” You disregarded his comment. “Anything else. You know what’s going to happen if you go in there and none of us can afford to lose you. Please, don’t go in there.”

He ignored your pleas and spoke into the radio. “Simple. You open the door, I walk in, he walks out.”

The doors opened and Murphy yelled. “Just you, Bellamy! Unarmed!” 

He handed the radio to Octavia and his gun to someone else, exchanging a few words with her and walking into the dropship as Jasper stumbled out, rolling onto the ground tied up. You and Octavia removed his restraints and you hugged him, watching the dropship door close. 

Jasper then went to help Raven and you and Octavia got everyone back to work while you both stood anxiously outside the doors. A shot rang out and you grabbed the radio from Octavia’s hand before she had a chance to use it.

“Bellamy? What was that?” Your anxious voice rang out through the dropship, causing Murphy to smirk.

“Oh, it’s your precious little Queen. How about we get her to pay us a visit?”

A late response echoed from the radio, but it wasn’t the voice you wanted to hear. “He’s fine, it was just a misfire.”

“Now, about your precious Queenie.” Murphy chuckled. “I want her in here. She’s gonna want to see this. Same rules as before. No weapons, and alone.” 

The silence that followed was thick and heavy in the air, until you gave your weapons to Octavia, along with the radio. 

“Y/n, no-” Octavia began to protest.

“I’ll be okay, Tavia. Don’t worry.” You assured her as the dropship door opened again. You ran inside as fast as possible, Murphy aiming his gun to you.

“Well, well, well, look who finally joined us! You know, I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, but seeing the way you two act around each other really will make this so much better.” A maniacal smirk crossed his lips and walked around you, kicking your knees and sending you to the ground.

“Now, Y/n, I want you to do the same as Bellamy, here, and tie some ropes together for me.”

You did as told and ignored the worried look on Bellamy’s face as he finished tying his together. You followed Murphy’s instructions and finished quickly, realizing that he had forced you to fashion a noose. You just made the weapon you were to be killed with.

“Bellamy, get up and toss it over there.” He pointed with his gun to a beam and then told you to do the same, but on the opposite side of the ladder, near the door.

He smirked at Bellamy, who now realized that you were both about to die. “What do you want me to say? You want me to apologize? I’m-” He stopped himself when Murphy aimed his gun at him.

“I’m sorry.” He said genuinely. 

“You got it all wrong, Bellamy,” Murphy told him. “I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to feel what I felt, I want you to watch Y/n die, and then… then I want you to die.”

You looked at Bellamy, terrified. You had no idea what to do, and you didn’t either. You were just glad that Raven had ignored your request to do as Murphy said. You both got makeshift stools and put them under your nooses, as instructed, standing on them.

“Put them over your heads.” He demanded, and you obeyed.

“Now Y/n,” Murphy smirked as he put the gun down and picked up your end of the noose, along with Bellamys, which was in his other hand. “We’re gonna have a little… talk, the three of us.”

“Go to hell, Murphy.” He tugged on your noose, lifting your feet from the stool and choking you.

“No!” Bellamy yelled, resulting in Murphy letting his grip go slack, turning to the man.

“You’re so brave, aren’t you?” He asked. “I mean, you came in here thinking you were gonna turn this whole thing around, that you were stronger than me, and maybe one of your friends would come and help you.”

As he walked closer, he tightened the grip on the noose, pulling it up ever so slightly as he talked. He let go of Bellamy’s noose and turned back towards you. “Now how about that talk, hmm?”

“What do you want to talk about, Murphy?” You asked, hands around the noose.

“Why, you and Bellamy, of course.” He smiled. Your heart skipped a beat out of anxiety. “See, I know how you feel about him, Y/n. And I also know how he feels about you. So you’re gonna tell him, or I’ll choke you out until you do.”

You exhaled shakily, tears forming in your eyes. “I have nothing to say, Murphy, so you might as well kill me. You’re going to do it anyway.”

He pulled harshly on your rope, sending you into the air, kicking around hopelessly. He put you back down after about 20 seconds. “Let’s try this again. I heard you talking to Jasper, Y/n. Don’t lie to me.”

You refused to speak, and Murphy hauled you into the air again Bellamy yelling for Murphy to put you down “Okay! Okay,” You rasped, Murphy setting you down again. “I’ll talk.”

“Finally! Now, I want you to tell him everything, don’t leave anything out.” Murphy demanded.

“Okay, okay. I don’t know how to tell you, but I guess just saying it will work.” You locked eyes with Bellamy. “I think I'm in love with you. And not in the ‘you’re my best friend’ kind of way; in the ‘I feel like I’ve known you my whole damn life and can’t go a day without seeing you or hearing your voice or talking to you’ kind of way.”

“I don’t know when, and I don’t know how, but I love you. My mother told me that sometimes falling in love is fast and unexpected, that you don’t see it until you’re already at the bottom and you can’t get back up. And I can’t tell you how much it hurt when you slept with Raven. When I saw her and you in your tent, it killed me, Bell. That’s why I was so cold to you. Because I thought that maybe you loved me too, and then you did that and I- I didn’t want to believe it.”

The tears that streamed down your face were unstoppable, and Bellamy just wanted to wipe them away, but it would get you both killed. “Y/n, look at me.”

You looked up at him and he smiled at you. “I... I think I love you, too. I can’t even begin to think of my life without you, without the 100, without Earth. Because it all brought me to you. And I am so thankful that it did. Because I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t gotten on that dropship and come to Earth, because I wouldn’t have met you. Hell, I’d probably be dead if it weren’t for you.”

“Aw, how sweet,” Murphy mocked. “Too bad it won’t last long.” 

“You know, Bellamy, I gotta hand it to you.” He commented, changing the direction of the conversation like flipping a light switch. “You got ‘em all fooled. They actually look up to you. Almost as much as they look up to Clarke and Queenie over here,”

Bellamy’s feet were barely touching the stool, teetering slightly as he attempted to keep himself on it. 

“Yeah, well, we know the truth, don’t we? You’re a coward.” He accused. “I learned that the day you kicked the crate out from underneath me.”

“Isn’t that what you said?” He asked the man. “That you were just giving the people what they wanted, right?”

“I should have stopped them,” Bellamy admitted. 

“Yeah, it’s a little too late for that now,” Murphy explained. 

“How do you think this is gonna work, Murphy?” You asked. “You think they're just gonna let you walk out of here?”

“Well, I think the princess is dead… and I know the king’s about to die, along with his oh so precious queen, so who’s really gonna lead these people, huh?” Murphy asked rhetorically.

“Me, that’s who. And yeah, maybe I’ll have to kill your grounder-pounding little sister-” Murphy stopped himself when Bellamy kicked at him, retaliating by pulling on his rope, which was now tied up along with yours on the ladder. 

“Bellamy! Murphy, stop!” You yelled, straining against your noose. Everything went silent when Raven yelped from underneath the floor, catching Murphy’s attention. He let Bellamy go and grabbed his gun again.

“I’m guessing that’s her right now.” He smirked, shooting at the floor. You and Bellamy yelled at Murphy to stop shooting blindly until he ran out of bullets. Bellamy began to get himself out of the noose and Murphy noticed, yanking on it again to get him to stay in place.

“You’re gonna regret that.” Murphy smirked. He moved from Bellamy to you, aggressively kicking the stool from underneath your feet.

Your face grew hotter and hotter as blood and oxygen were becoming limited for your brain, tears welling up in your eyes as you scratched at your own throat in a feeble attempt to break free. Bellamy was calling out your name as your vision went blurry, attempting to use his hands as an advantage.

“Using your hands is a cheat.” Murphy pulled Bellamy’s hands away from his neck. “Mine were bound, remember?” Bellamy managed to punch Murphy away from him, but he just got back up and began to pistol-whip him instead. 

“Stop, no! Please don’t!” Your voice was raspy and barely audible, but that didn’t stop you from using the air you had left to protest Murphy’s actions. The door started to creak open and Murphy made his escape up to the second level as your vision darkened and your muscles felt entirely too weak for you to move anything. Your hands slipped from your neck and you closed your eyes, stopping all protests of being hung.

Jasper was the first through the door, grabbing Bellamy’s legs to support him and give him air, while Miller did the same for you. They cut you down and lowered you to the ground, eyes still closed and body completely limp.

“Murphy!” He yelled, voice even deeper and rougher than normal. Which is something that’s to be expected after almost being hanged. He struggled to get up and Octavia assisted him, while Jasper moved to your body.

“Y/n?” He asked quietly. 

“Y/n wake up!” He yelled, capturing Octavia and Bellamy’s attention. Bellamy put your head in his lap, taking note of the purple and yellow bruises forming around your neck. Octavia pushed everyone back and not long after, your eyes fluttered open, taking a deep intake of air.

A loud bang echoed from the second level, taking Bellamy and Jasper’s attention. Miller got the hatch open and Octavia came to support you as you sat up, allowing Bellamy and Jasper to investigate.

Everyone else went back to their stations and Octavia helped you stand, giving you a cup of water. 

“Thanks,” You rasped out. She smiled and helped you get your voice back until Bellamy and Jasper came flying down the ladder and out the door. You followed after them, skidding to a stop beside Bellamy as the doors began to open.

“Wait! Hold your fire! It’s Clarke and Finn! Open the gate!” Miller yelled at the approaching crowd. Clarke and Finn ran in, out of breath.

“We heard an explosion, what happened?” Were the first words out of Clarke’s mouth.

“Murphy is what happened.” Bellamy sighed. Jasper hugged her tightly as soon as he made his way towards her, and she accepted it gratefully. 

“Where have you been? Where’s Monty?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“Monty’s gone?” She asked, but Finn interrupted.

“Clarke, we need to leave, now.” He said with urgency. “All of us do. There’s an army of grounders, unlike anything we’ve ever seen, coming for us right now. We need to pack what we can and run.”

“Like hell we do.” Bellamy protested, his voice still raspy. “We knew this was coming.”

“Bell, we’re not prepared,” Octavia reasoned.

“And they’re not here yet.” He countered. “We still have time to get ready. Besides, where would we go? Where would we be safer than behind these walls?”

“There’s an ocean to the east. People there will help us.” Finn informed the group. 

“You saw Lincoln.” Octavia stated. 

“You expect us to trust a grounder?” Bellamy asked his sister. “This is our home now. We built this from nothing with our bare hands!” He addressed the delinquents.

“Our dead are buried behind that wall in the ground! Our ground! The grounders think they can take that away. They think that because we came from the sky, we don’t belong here. But they’ve yet to realize one very important fact: We are on the ground now, and that means we are grounders!”

“Grounders with guns!” One of the delinquents shouted.

“Damn right!” Was Bellamy’s response. “I say let ‘em come!” If there was one thing he was good at, it was firing up the crowd.

“Bellamy’s right! If we leave, we might never find a place as safe as this.” Clarke spoke up. “And God knows, in this world, we could be faced with something even worse tomorrow.”

“But that doesn’t change the fact that if we stay here, we will die tonight. So pack your things. Only take what you can carry, now.” You interjected, seeing where Clarke was heading with her speech. She looked over at you and you looked back at her, nodding in agreement.

Everyone moved into position and began to gather whatever they could, while Bellamy looked at you and Clarke disappointedly. You stood with them and watched the others as Raven came through the back entrance. 

“Help me!” She shouted, holding a bloodied hand to her abdomen. You, Finn, and the others raced over to her, looping her arm over your neck to help support her.

“Murphy shot her,” Jasper said, Finn taking her from you and into his arms. You followed them into the dropship but was stopped by Bellamy.

“Y/n, you know that leaving here is a big mistake.” 

“I do, but it’s one I’m willing to make so our people don’t die.” You looked him earnestly in the eyes and went into the dropship to see how you were able to help. 

Raven was brought to the table where you once lay, Clarke lifting her singlet to reveal her wound, Finn holding her hand and Bellamy standing by to help if he could. As you looked around you, the daunting realization came that things were about to get rough really fast.

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[glenncoco4]

Pt. V

Last chapter of Trader.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

They sit quietly in the small room waiting for the doctor to return with her blood test. Apparently if you’re a federal agent you can get a rush on these kind of things which the husband and wife duo are most definitely grateful for.

It’s about an hour later when there’s a knock on the door and the redheaded woman walks into the room. “Your baby is absolutely fine, Mrs. Deeks.”

“You’re sure.”

“Positive.” The doctor walks up to the other side of the bed and begins squirting some gel onto the agent’s belly and then moves the wand back and forth across her semi protruding belly. “Listen for yourself.”

“Deeks, that’s our baby.”

Her awestruck voice pulls him out of his trance. He leans forward, placing his forehead against hers as the beautiful, life changing sound fills the room. “That’s our baby.”

“Hold on a second.”

Kensi’s not sure what to take of the woman’s tone and quickly turns her head back to the doctor. “What? Is there something wrong?”

“Doc? Why does the heartbeat sound like that?” The father-to-be’s voice shakes with worry. No, this can’t be happening.

“That’s what happens when multiple hearts are pumping but a different beats.”

“Wait, you can’t mean-“

A smile spreads to the OB’s face as she turns to the parents to be. “Congratulations, it looks like you’re having twins.”

“I’m sorry…twins?”

“That’s right and it looks like you’re about 10 weeks along.”

Kensi’s eyes go wide in shock. When she took the multitude of pregnancy test the day they had to abruptly leave for D.C. she figured she was only about 4 weeks along. Their case load had been hectic for the past few weeks and they barely had time to go home for a couple hours at a time much less wonder about if she was pregnant or not.

She looks over at her husband this may be more than what they bargained for but its welcomed. More than welcomed, which is why there’s a soft smile on her face and tears pooling in her eyes when she looks back up her love, his cerulean blues shining in awe. “I guess this is where God laughs at us.”

He leans forward smiling against her lips. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

XXXX

The partners step off the elevator and into the bullpen immediately being met with the rest of their team, Ellie, Nick, Jack and Vance who are standing off to the side of the elevators.

Sam looks at the pair up and down, checking for anything that may tell him where his two coworkers were. “Hey, you guys okay?”

Deeks places a comforting hand on the small of his wife’s back knowing that she’ll want him to say something because right now she’ll spill everything if she opens her mouth. “Yeah, we just had to take care of something.”

The former Army Lieutenant tilts her head as she looks at the brunette sensing that something’s going on more than what the two are letting on and judging by the glow of the woman she’s got a pretty good idea of what that something is. “You sure?”

“We’re all good.” Kensi finally speaks up when she sees understanding in Jack’s eyes. She has a feeling that the psychologist may know a thing or two about what she’s going through now.

The detective knows that they both would like to move this conversation along so he moves the conversation to what they’re here for in the first place. “So what happened with Argento?”

“Convicted and sentenced to 50 years.” The director states, nodding his head in relief.

Kensi’s eyes go wide in surprise. “Really? So are we still in danger or not?”

Ellie speaks, gladly sharing the good news with the pair. “Well Kasie did some digging and found some defining evidence against Argento’s wife and the Senator.”

Callen asks, surprising Kensi and Deeks that he doesn’t already know. “What kind of evidence?”

“The kind with a list of names all dealing with the case and at least half of them being killed within the past week.” Jack nods matter of factly.

This time it’s the SEAL that speak up even though he’s pretty sure he already knows the answer to his question. “Were our names on it?”

The director nods in confirmation. “Your team, Sarah MacKenzie’s, everyone that ever served under Argento and about a dozen other people.”

“But how do we know there aren’t more out there?” Deeks asks mainly for the sake of his wife and their unborn children. Our babies.

“Well the last two members of the hit team were the ones that were after you two. One of them said he would tell us everything as long as we kept Blye away from him.” The head of NCIS turns too said woman with a furrowed brow.

Deeks, Ellie and Nick chuckle at a proud Kensi, knowing exactly why the guy didn’t want to be anywhere near the agent.

The team leader smirks. “What did you do, Kens?”

Kensi’s eyes light up in pride as a smile spreads to her face. “I hit him where it hurts.”

“At least this one had his weapon out.” Deeks looks at her sending her a playful wink.

Nick can tell there’s a story there by the way they're acting. “Wait, what?”

Kensi shakes her head knowing that one story could lead them down a rabbit hole and prevent them from getting home sooner. “A story for another time.”

“So we’re good to go back home?” Deeks asks with hopefulness.

Jack nods with a bright smile, glad that their West Coast colleagues aren’t in danger or as in much danger as usual. “All good.”

They all begin exchanging goodbyes so they can get back to the hotel and pack.

The husband and wife duo reach the raven haired and blonde agents, glad that through all of this mess they were at least able to make new friends. “You guys should come visit us sometime. I mean we have a bar and-“

“We’re in.” Nick cuts off the detective knowing he doesn’t need anymore convincing to visit their new friends on the West Coast.

Kensi and Ellie embrace in a hug, excited about getting to know each other better. “Great! We’ll set something up.”

The detective shakes the raven haired agent’s hand. “See you guys and thanks for watching our backs.”

Nick turns to his partner shaking his head. “We should probably be thanking you…Crush Crew.”

“Hey, we’re a team.” The ding sends them in motion as Deeks grabs hold of his wife’s hand and guides them inside the the elevator. As the doors close the brunette agent lets out one last parting surprising everyone including her husband. “Later, Black Anacondas.”

#Densi #Ellick #Densi Fanfic #Kensi Blye Deeks #Marty Deeks #Ellie Bishop #Nick Torres #NCIS: LA #NCIS

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Crimson|Ink. (m)

↳ chapter nine: forget it

❧ genre:  tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima

❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: mentions of past domestic violence/abuse, implied reader x character sex, 

❧ chapter song: Forget It by Breaking Benjamin

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“Ah - shit fuck, fuck.”

Sero and Denki both snickered as the needle ran over a tender spot, your foot kicked at the golden-haired man sitting at the end of the chair, nailing his fingers and he hissed but still laughed. It’s like nothing could hurt Denki, if it did he just laughed it off.

“I told you this was going to be painful,” Sero chuckled, wiping the ink off and continuing.

“And Kiri said she was tough, I think he was full of shit,” Denki teased.

You scoffed and nodded, “When is that asshole not full of shit.”

Denki half smirked and crossed his arms, resting his head on them as he sat in the chair before you backwards. His yellow eyes watched you looking off, arms crossed behind your head. 

You were chewing on the inside of your cheek, clearly aggravated all of a sudden at the mention of the red-head. It had only been maybe two hours since Kirishima and Bakugou took off. So far Denki and Sero were doing a good job of occupying your mind but of course it couldn’t be helped that the bane of your existence was mentioned.

“You know, you can talk to us (Y/N). Even if it’s literal screaming or total nonsense, we’ll sit here and listen to you.”

“Yeah sweetheart, we got your back. We don’t want to push you like he did, but when something is bothering you this bad ,.. sometimes it’s good to just get it off your chest. You know what happens in the studio, stays in the studio,” Sero assured as he dipped the tattoo needle into some black ink then went back to your skin.

Your head turned, looking back and forth between your two best friends - your family. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to run and cry on their shoulder because god did you ever but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel like Kirishima’s friends were being turned against him. They all knew each other for much longer than they knew you. Yet, Sero and Denki had grown so attached to you in such a short time and you to them. 

The three of you were so inseparable and did everything together. Movies, going out to eat or shop, spending off days together just chilling and gaming at their place or watching so much tv until your brains were mush, you even stayed over at their place frequently and they never minded a bit and just welcomed you with open arms. 

A twinge of guilt slowly welled up in your chest at the thought of how close the three of you really were, how these two men thought they really knew all there was to know about you and they truly did - to an extent.

With a sigh you looked both the men in the eyes briefly, the sound of the tattoo machine buzzing coming to a stop, Sero could tell you wanted to say something.

“What happens in the studio stays in the studio?”

“Yes,” they both answered at the same time.

“Okay, I guess I can start with why I showed up crying already last night, which honestly wasn’t Kiri’s fault, he was telling the truth, I did have a nightmare. You guys know I tend to have them frequently but sometimes they escalate.”

Sero went back to tattooing but nodded to signal he was listening, Denki starred intently and listened as well.

“So, I fell asleep on the way to your place and I had one of these nightmares. Apparently I was screaming and crying so much Kiri had to shake me awake, I remember waking up and he looked legitimately worried, even scared for me. I was a wreck and wasn’t thinking I just wanted to make those images go away for the fucking millionth time and I clung to him and he let me. He held me, calmed me down, made sure I was alright. I told him I was fine and I really was, but you know him, he just needed more information, needed to know why I was so scared and why I was begging for my life. We sort of got into it before I passed out, about him coming to work with that gash and me healing it, about how all of you will come to work sometimes with these questionable wounds and I always heal them but never ask where they came from. He told me it was none of my concern, so when he kept pushing for information about my own nightmares and past I told him it was none of his concern, “ you have your secrets and I have mine ” is what I told him.”

Sero gulped while you talked about how you were prodding yourself for answers about not only Kiri but all of them. Denki couldn’t help but look away as well, rubbing his neck and sighing. 

If it were up to either of them, you’d know exactly where all their battle wounds and scars came from but it wasn’t their call. Just as you felt bad about keeping secrets from them, they felt the same, if not worse.

“Guys, before I get into me and Kiri ... I have to tell you something, I have to tell someone, so maybe you can understand more. I know you’re more than curious about my scars and my burns and I at least feel comfortable enough to tell you about them.”

“Question,” Denki held up a finger and you looked at him, “Will we by any chance get to know this asshole’s name finally or are you going to keep it secret?”

Your head shook to answer his question, “Just shut up and listen and you’ll understand why I can’t let you know that.”

Sero smirked and looked over to Denki who defeatedly sighed and nodded. 

For the next few minutes you told the two about your nightmare, more so about your past, leaving out any telling details and specifics such as your ex’s name or the tattoo’s of the man who saved you, just for his own anonymity. They listened closely, their faces growing solemn upon hearing how you were betrayed but that it wasn’t much of a shock. Apparently you had known your ex was in something shady for the past few months, in fact you had listened in on a ‘meeting’ and tried to run away before, lots of times, but he caught you and decided you needed a final and solid warning. 

Sero and Denki learned of that night in particular, when he had some of his companions hold you down so he could etch himself onto your skin for life, burn after burn, too fast for you to catch up and heal yourself. A reminder that no matter what, you’d never escape him. Denki and Sero were visibly mad and shaken after hearing about all the torture you had to endure at the hands of someone you thought loved you and that they would go as far as to kill you just because.

“Fuck …” Denki breathed out and let his fists unclench, “We had a feeling you’d been through some shit but we didn’t imagine you’d gone through literal hell and back.”

“Yeah, thank god for the man who saved you,” Sero half smiled, “You know Denki ... he kind of reminds me of Yagi.”

The electric male smirked and chuckled, “Right? Selfless bastard.”

You softly smiled and agreed. You knew exactly who they were speaking of. 

Yagi Toshinori, the man who was like a father to them all, apparently he was this mountain of a man who had this bellowing laugh. You’ve only seen one picture of him, it was a holiday picture, with all the men gathered around. Denki and Deku both sitting on Yagi’s broad shoulders and the man holding them up with ease. Everyone was in ridiculous Christmas sweaters, some of them had yet to have their neck tattoos so you could barely see any of their others. It was a really sweet picture, smiles all around. It was too bad though because he had sadly died in a bad accident shortly before you had appeared.

“But (Y/N), this guy, your ex, he’s still out there right?”

“Yeah man, I don’t fucking like that,” Denki hissed.

Your shoulders shrugged and you sighed. 

“Look, if he finds me then he finds me. I’ve managed to go this long without that happening though and -”

“And it won’t happen because you have us!” Denki interjected. “We��ll protect you (Y/N), no doubt about it, if Shouto and everyone else knew then -”

“No,” you shouted, making Denki shut up and look at you, “No one else can know Denki, please… I - I couldn’t live with myself if he found me and I took you all down with me. It’s bad enough the two of you know but you said what happens in the studio stays in the studio, remember?”

Denki was dumbfounded, did you really expect him to not go rallying up the others and putting a full on 24/7 protection plan on you? He looked to Sero as if asking for his help to reason with you but Sero only shook his head with an empathetic smile.

“Denki, we did tell her that,” he replied and went back to tattooing.

“That was before we knew her life was in fucking danger, before we knew some psycho is still out there and you know damn well that he’s looking for her!”

“Calm down Sparky, just because we can’t tell the others doesn’t mean we can’t still protect her,” Sero replied and motioned that Denki chill, “She’s already one of us and you know we protect our own and we don’t need any dramatic reason to do so. If someone so much as even looked at her the wrong way you know we’d be on their ass. Me and you have to carry this for her until she’s ready to tell the others, and we’ll do just that without any complaints, won’t we,” the raven-haired male eyed his friend.

Your heart really did hurt from how badly Denki wanted to protect you, how he wanted everyone to protect you and you knew that they all would go out and find your ex in no time had you given them the chance but you were done with him. Moving forward is what you wanted most of all and not living in fear, no matter the situation at hand. You made a promise to a dying man and you intended to keep it!

“Fine but from now on, no more pulling the kind of shit you pulled this morning. I know you were upset but if that happens again and we don’t know what’s going on we’ll only think the worst, so please for us at least answer your phone when we call you.”

You smiled at Denki and nodded, “Yes sir!”

“Good,” the male sighed and ran his hands through his golden hair before cracking his neck, “Now you got me all fucking hyped.”

“Well I haven’t even told y’all what happened after we left,” you chuckled, the sound getting cut off when you winced as the needle went over another bone.

Denki stood from his seat and held up a hand, “Let me go piss first, you want something to drink or eat when I come back?”

“Uh - yes but please wash your nasty hands!”

Denki ruffled your hair before walking out of the studio, leaving you and Sero alone. 

It was quiet all of a sudden except for the tattoo machine buzzing. You gasped when he placed a paper towel soaked with soap onto your skin and cleaned the excess ink. Sero asked for you to hold up one of your breasts so he could work on the tentacles that spread underneath it. You smiled and did so, giggling at how not awkward this whole thing was, being practically shirtless before these two men and holding deep conversations.

“Hey Ser, thank you. You know for calming him down and for keeping my secret.”

“No problem sweetheart, but I do second his request. Don’t just disappear or be a no show on us like that again without a warning, or else we’ll be busting down your door.”

“I got it captain, I’m sorry about that, I just really didn’t think I had it in me to face him today.”

Sero sighed and rubbed your cheek with the back of his gloved hand, “I know babe but we got you now and we’ll do whatever it takes to cheer you up and you can bet your pretty face that when he gets back you’ll be getting an apology.”

“Hah, I can only imagine the earful he’s getting from Blasty right now.”

Sero chuckled and nodded, the two of you going back and forth, role-playing how it was all going down and dying of laughter. 

Before long Denki was back and standing in the doorway, his expression absolutely smitten. You quirked an eyebrow and Sero looked at the man too, confusion crossing his face.

“Dude the fuck are you all googly eyed about?”

Denki looked to the side and tugged on something until there was another person standing next to him, a lazy smirk on the newcomers face and Denki pointing at him.

“This - who is this insanely attractive creature?”

“Ah my Toshi!”

Your free hand reached out and Denki let go of the purple haired stranger. He walked over to you, a smug grin on his face as he took your hand, standing behind your head and leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly.

“Hey kitten, I missed you,” he cooed softly and kissed your forehead.

Sero and Denki looked at each other and snickered, “Hey Denki, looks like Bakugou and Kiri have some competition huh?”

“Oh yeah, just wait till I tell them about this shit!”

You quirked a brow. 

“Guys, me and Hitoshi are just really good friends.”

The tired eyed male smirked and wrapped his arms around your neck, letting his head rest on top of yours. 

“Yeah, really good friends,” he replied and pushed the side of his cheek out with his tongue.

Sero couldn’t help but cackle and hold his hands up. 

“Hey, I’m not judging, all I’m saying is get ready for the cock fight when Bakugou and Kiri get back, they don’t take kindly to someone else encroaching on something they want.”

“I can see where you’re coming from about Bakugou but Eijirou doesn’t want me, he made that perfectly clear last night.”

Hitoshi frowned and kissed the top of your head before playing with your hair. Denki gasped, remembering what it was you were all talking about before he left.

“Oh yeah, you still gotta tell us what happened,” he spoke and went to sit back down in his chair.

You smirked and nodded, Sero went back to tattooing and you filled them in on what happened inside of Kirishima’s truck. 

How all you wanted to know was why he was such an asshole to you but he wouldn’t budge and tried to turn it around and poke for more information about you. You explained how it got heated and you were in each other’s faces until suddenly you went from screaming and yelling at each other to kissing and grabbing. Then you relived the part that hurt the most, the blatant rejection and the words he spoke that were full of ice.

“You mean nothing to me,” you relayed the phrase and sounded defeated all over again.

Hitoshi was now seated in a chair beside you, his hand holding yours and lightly squeezing it.

“It shouldn’t affect me as much as it did, right? I mean he’s always been like this towards me, playing these little games back and forth, one second he can tolerate me and the next it’s like his skin crawls just from me being around him. He hates me and he won’t tell me why.“

Sero sighed, shaking his head as he sat back and wiped your tattoo clean again, “He doesn’t hate you (Y/N) ... honestly, it’s the complete opposite.”

“Hmm,” Hitoshi hummed and smirked, his arms crossed and head shaking, “So what you really mean is that this asshole likes her and he’s just being immature about it, right?”

You and Sero replied at the same time, with a ‘no’ and a ‘yes’. 

Grunting, your eyes widened in shock, looking down at your friend who shaded in another tentacle. Clearing your throat to get his attention he finally looked up with a sheepish smile.

“Is that really true?”

“Of course it’s true kitten, it’s the whole cliche elementary shit. Boy likes girl, doesn’t know how to handle it so he’s mean to her and when she asks ‘why is he mean to me’ the parents pat her little head and reply with ‘oh that just means he likes you darling’ .”

“Damn dude, you’re pretty ruthless. I like it,” Denki smiled.

Hitoshi smirked and rolled his purple eyes before looking at you, clearly mulling over his words. Your friend was always extremely straightforward and blunt, he never liked to sugarcoat things - especially when it came to you and your feelings. The guy was a definite realist and he held no punches. 

Since you met Kiri, Hitoshi had to hear all about him, how he’d insult and tease you one day then actually be a decent person the next. He knew how mad Kirishima drove you, how he got under your skin and also how you just couldn’t quit him. Upon hearing of your recent interactions it only confirmed Hitoshi’s theory. 

Kirishima was obviously driven mad by you as well, mad with want and for some reason he was trying to force it back. There were other ways Kiri could go about this that didn’t involve crushing you each time he got cold feet and that’s what pissed Hitoshi off more than anything. The constant hurt you were suffering through but trying so hard to hide. You could try and fool all these guys at the shop with that smile but it wasn’t going to work on the one man who knew you like the back of his own fucking hand.

“Guys,” you finally spoke to Denki and Sero, “Is that true?”

“Yeah cutie, the guy is crazy about you actually, ever since the first day you walked into his studio. You see, Kiri is somewhat of a romantic, he doesn’t look it but he kind of believes in shit like love at first sight and really wears his heart on his sleeve.”

Sero agreed and picked up on Denki’s words.

“Kiri really is a big teddy bear deep inside and he is a damn good guy. So when he started acting out the way he does towards you, we instantly knew.”

Your eyes narrowed, “If that’s how he really feels then what is his damn reasoning for pushing me away?”

“That’s for him to tell you, all we can do is confirm that he doesn’t hate you, he does like you. Trust, me and everyone else has tried to knock some fucking sense into him and tell him to just drop it and go with his gut but - well you know how hard headed he is.”

“No shit, can’t he turn into a rock or something?” Hitoshi snickered.

Denki and Sero laughed as you swatted at the smart-ass then Sero asked that you keep still so he could finish the tattoo. Hitoshi stuck a pierced tongue out at you and received a middle finger in return.

“So what am I supposed to do now? Tell him I know and for him to stop being stupid?”

“Nah, I have a feeling when him and Bakugou get back things will be different. He already wanted to come back here earlier to apologize to you but I told him it would be best to give you space, you both needed space. He really was a wreck this morning (Y/N), he was just about to go out and find you when you finally showed up.” Sero spoke and turned off the tattoo machine before placing it on his tray.

A smirk grew on your face at the thought of Kiri actually feeling something other than resentment for you. “Well I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Yeah but enough about him, how about you check out this fucking masterpiece!”

Looking down you realized that Sero was actually done, in the process of wiping the fresh ink clean with a paper towel. Once he finished, his black eyes smiled at you and he suggested you do the honors of healing it before getting up and looking it over. 

With a grin your hands splayed over the warm raised skin, eyes closing as you inhaled and exhaled. A glow beamed under your palms briefly before they were removed and a fully healed tattoo graced your sternum. Hitoshi took hold of your hand helping you stand to walk over to the mirror and examine the ink. You giggled and did a slight happy dance. 

A simple octopus graced your skin, the head of it right between your breasts and its long tentacles stretching out and swirling underneath them along your ribs.

“Ser, it’s perfect! Thank you so much,” you chimed and turned around, running to hug his neck.

He couldn’t help the blush that spread across his cheek since you were still shirtless. 

“Uh - you’re welcome sweetheart, you can put your clothes back on now.”

After pecking his cheek you went to do just that, Sero started to clean up his station and Denki was eyeballing Hitoshi. 

In fact ever since Hitoshi stepped foot in the shop Denki couldn’t take his eyes off the new meat. He was tall and handsome that was for sure, his biceps flexed when his muscular arms were crossed over his chest wrapped in his jacket. Black fitted skinny jeans dressed his long legs, the knees of them torn and cut and his thighs, well - they were Denki’s favorite part. Apart from that, the male found himself captivated by that pair of amethyst eyes, they were tired looking yet so full of depth. He was enthralled and he needed to know more.

“So, Hitoshi,” Denki started, scooting his chair closer to the beautiful man, “I see you have some ink peeking out on your arm there, can I see?”

The man in question looked to his side, a strong brow raising at the question as he scratched the side of his neck and scooted his own chair away an inch. 

“Uh - sure,” he replied and unfolded the jacket from his arm, extending it so Denki could see.

Golden eyes scanned the stunning sleeve that was laid out. There was a traditional geisha, her robe made of geometric patterns that flowed down the arm, lotus blossoms floating in their waves. Everything was black and white, said for the flowers. It was all so pretty, making Denki smirk.

“Hmm, pretty ink for a pretty guy,” his chair scooted closer again, followed by Hitoshi scooting his own away once more.

“Thanks.”

“I see there’s a little something peeking out from your collar as well, maybe I can see whats underneath that shirt someday, you know for science,” Denki chimed and winked.

The whole exchange, you and Sero watched, quietly cackling. 

“Not that it matters but Ser, is Denki bi-sexual?”

“I think Denki is just ‘people-sexual’, he gets infatuated by attractive, pretty, people. He’s hit on Shouto plenty of times.”

“Oh now I’d love to see that,” you giggled before you turned and cupped his cheek.

He was a little taken off guard but the surprise quickly vanished.

“Thank you Sero, this piece means a lot to me because it was given by you. I’m happy to have it with me forever, no matter what happens.”

Sero took your hand on his cheek and squeezed it, a stern but warm look on his face. 

“(Y/N), nothing is going to happen to you, not if we can help it. You said it earlier - we’re your own personal mafia.”

There was a hint of a sinister smile behind those words when they fell from his lips, it made you want to question it but Sero was a jokester so there was probably no meaning behind it. Before thinking about it for too long, Sero leaned over and kissed your forehead. The sound of heavy feet coming your way had you looking to see Hitoshi sauntering over.

“So am I allowed to steal you away now,” he asked while slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Oh, well the shop doesn’t close for -”

Sero waved, shaking his head.

“No babe go, we got this.”

After asking if it was truly okay to leave you said goodbye to Sero and Denki, giving hugs and kisses as if you wouldn’t see them again for weeks but in actuality it would only be hours. Hitoshi bid his farewells also and dragged you out of the studio impatiently all while Denki yelled out an amusing offer.

“If you guys need a third, you have my number!”

Laughing out the door of the shop, you and Hitoshi set off on your first night together in what felt like years, even though it had only been since you arrived at the shop. It was like no time had passed though, both falling back into the familiarness of each other as you wondered around the city in search of junk food for the night before heading home. 

Once back at your humble abode, you both changed into more comfortable clothes and proceeded to the couch, food and drinks in hand, and turned a random movie on the tv. It was more like background noise between your talking back and forth about random topics, how you like the new environment and if you were okay being alone. You assured Hitoshi everything was pretty good considering there was a psycho man more than likely on the lookout for you.

“I gotta say, I’m relieved you found that shop and those guys. I find myself worrying less knowing that they’re around pretty much all the time, I know they’ll protect you. At least most of them,” Hitoshi voiced from the opposite end of the couch.

Smirking, your feet nudged at his chest where they laid in his lap, “Oh be nice Toshi.”

“That asshole doesn’t deserve my niceness and he doesn’t deserve yours either.”

You sighed and took a big swig from your drink, focusing on the warmth that spread down your gullet from the rum, ignoring Hitoshi’s obvious dislike for Kirishima. Of course it was to be expected, Hitoshi had a low tolerance for bullshit and games, for stupidity in general. You didn’t expect him to like the red-headed thorn in your side, all the bad he ever heard outweighed the good.

“The only thing saving his punk ass from me, is you. If you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, I’d have a real good chat with him.”

You went to protest but the look in Hitoshi’s eyes said it all, he could see straight through you and he wasn’t going to hear lies, not from you.

“Toshi, I - I want to hate him, trust me I really do but I just can’t. I don’t know what it is, that spiky haired bastard just does something to me, I feel something there. He looks at me differently than the others. I knew what he said last night was total bullshit but that’s why it hurt so much, to know that he’s lying not only to me but to himself. Then this morning when I got to work, I could tell he was a mess, when he asked where I had been I could see in his stupid red eyes that he was worried sick - distraught even. You don’t tell someone that they mean nothing to you and then have that look in your eyes only hours later.”

Hitoshi smirked, “You’re too fucking perceptive, you know that? Look, if you want to give this guy another chance, see if he really has some kind of epiphany between now and coming back from wherever, then I’m not going to stop you. But, while I’m here I’m not going to sit by and let him walk all over you or let you forgive him so easily, he should be groveling at your pretty little feet and begging for forgiveness. All these other guys have earned your kindness, he hasn’t. If he wants that and more, then you make him work for it. No one gets to treat my girl like shit for a month and then have her heart like nothing happened.”

You smiled at Hitoshi’s speech, it was genuine and from the heart and he was right. Maybe if you were a fraction of what you were in the past, Kirishima would easily have you at the sound of ‘I’m sorry’, but it wasn’t like that anymore. 

In a sense you did die that night, the beaten down and submissive girl was still in that basement, rotting away with a blade still plunged into her back. She would keep taking insult after insult, dirty glares and rejection and she’d wait around to be liked, to be loved. A new girl crawled through that space and to the other side though, emerging from that rotting corpse - a girl who wouldn’t wait around, one who would live and love as she pleased to anyone who was deserving of it.

If Kirishima really liked you, if he wanted to deserve your love as well, then he would have to prove it.

With a nod you finished off your drink and reached over to place the glass on the coffee table before sitting up on your knees and walking them down Hitoshi’s body until you were perched on his waist. Hands wrapped behind his head as he rested against the arm of the couch, long body laid along the length of it. His own drink casually hung between the long fingers of one hand, a knowing smirk crossed his face.

“Your girl huh?”

With a chuckle the glass come forward and pressed to Hitoshi’s lips, he downed what was left before sitting the cup down on the floor, replacing it with your hip.

“That’s right.” 

His reply was short but enough to send a fire licking up your spine.

Your hand rubbed up his hard stomach and chest until the fingertips of it reached the collar of his shirt and tugged the fabric down, exposing the brushwork dragon that was hiding underneath it. You’ve seen that dragon many times before, the heated memories creeping back into your already hazy mind. How you missed that dragon and how you needed it right now. Needed to sink your teeth into it, to kiss and whisper to it.

A chuckle pulled you from the ink and to that familiar set of lavender eyes as a large hand surfaced from your hip and up your stomach, between your breasts and to the side of your neck. The entire time you had forgotten to breathe, body tingling from the all too familiar touches. A long sigh floated along the tip of Hitoshi’s thumb as it brushed along your bottom lip and between your teeth.

“Come here kitten,” he ordered sweetly and you started to descend.

Still he knew you like the back of his own fucking hand.

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Whatever It Takes (Loki x Reader)

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This was made because I saw an imagine by @winterblizzrose .  Here is the post if you want to see it! 

“Imagine Loki kidnapping you after you died in his timeline.” 

I did ask for permission before doing this.  I hope everyone enjoys it!  Yeah, OOC Loki, probably too much fluff, not enough angst, whatever.  Give me a break, it’s 1 AM and I’m tired lol! 

Things became pretty normal after the battle with Thanos.  You were snapped away with many of the other Avengers, but you came back just in time for the final battle.  You were an Asgardian warrior, fighting alongside Thor and Valkyrie.  Fighting Thanos and his army wasn't just revenge for dusting everyone you loved.  It was revenge for breaking your lover's neck right in front of your eyes.  

The three of you were planning on how to make Earth forgive him for what he had done.  It was just twenty minutes before he died.  It felt like everything was going to be okay only twenty minutes before you saw him thrashing in Thanos' hand.  You were simply laughing with him about a joke you heard only twenty minutes before he sacrificed himself for you and Thor.   You wanted revenge for what Thanos had done.  That's exactly what you did at the very end.  You didn't feel better after it, but you were happy to know that he couldn't cause any harm to anyone else.  

In the end, it brought you to New Asgard, a land Thor settled the remaining Asgardians at on Earth.  You liked it as soon as you saw it, and Thor left you and Valkyrie there as he took off with the guardians.  Valkyrie decided to make you the general of the army as her first act as king.  She knew you would be the best fit to lead the Asgardians into battle should it ever happen.  

That day would never come, but not because New Asgard stayed peaceful for the end of time.  You wouldn't stay there for much longer than a month.

You were just walking back into your small home on New Asgard when it happened.  You had a garden that contained all sorts of fruits, vegetables, herbs, and more that you found on Earth.  Asgardians would come up to you and ask how you did it.  You held weekly classes on how to farm considering they wouldn't know anything about these plants.  

Today was the day of one of those classes.  You wanted to teach them how to make a simple salad out of the many vegetables that you found.  You were able to get a recipe off of the internet and make copies of it to share to everyone who would come over.  Just as you walked into your kitchen with a basket full of ingredients, you heard a noise from far away.

It sounded like the noise of a portal when Steve left to return the stones to their timelines.  You were confused because Bruce was the only one to have the machine.  Who else could have the technology for that?

You placed the wicker basket down on the ground and walked down one of the rocky paths.  New Asgard was filled with hills and mountains that made it hard to walk down sometimes.  Unfortunately, you heard the noise by one of the steeper hills.  Your curiosity got the better of you and you had to find out what was going on.

You looked over the other side of the fence, looking down by the shore.  The waves crashed against the rocks scattered across the sand.  A few Asgardians were having a picnic as their children played in the water.  You would smile at the moment if you weren't so confused by what was going on.  Suddenly, two arms wrapped around your waist quickly.  

Before you could make a single noise, the mysterious person sent you flying through a portal, never to be seen again.  Their arms didn't leave your waist the entire time the two of you flew through the quantum realm.  Your eyes widened as an array of colors flew by you.  Swirls of blue and red passed by, before it all ended and brought you to an unknown location.  It looked like somewhere else on Earth, but you knew from the stories you've heard that this was probably a different timeline.

Your eyes quickly flicked over to find the mystery person.  He let go of you and backed a few steps away so you could get a good look at him.  His emerald eyes, raven hair, and his green and gold attire told you immediately who it was.  You couldn't hold in the gasp as you realized who just brought you into a different timeline.

"Loki?!"

~

Things became pretty normal after the final battle with Thanos.  Loki was snapped away with many of the other Avengers, but he came back just in time for the final battle.  Loki may have been the god of lies, but he had no idea how he could lie to someone if they asked him if he was alright.  

Thor brought him to New Asgard when everything settled down and deemed him king.  Loki was honored by his brother's gesture, especially considering everything they had gone through.  The only problem was that he wasn't happy with being just a ruler.  Every king needs a queen, and he didn't have his queen with him.  

He could never forgive Thanos for what he had done.  He demanded revenge the second after he saw his lover's neck get snapped.  Loki regretted not being able to convince Thanos to take him instead of Y/N.  He'd never forget the acceptance and love in her eyes right before she drew her final breath.  

She showed no fear as she stood up and called out to Thanos.  Fear panged through Loki's heart as his blood ran cold when the Mad Titan dropped him on the ground.  He didn't take his eyes off the entire time Thanos choked the life out of you.  Tears couldn't even spring in his eyes at the time because he was too shocked as his heart broke into two.  

It felt good to be able to watch Thanos turn into dust before his eyes five years later, but it didn't bring Y/N back.  That's why the time travel intrigued him so much when he came back.  Sam Wilson and Bruce Banner didn't trust him with anything (Despite Bruce knowing him before that), which is why he needed to gain their trust by the help of Thor and being patient.  When he learned of the time travel idea, he practically went in to use the machine the same night when no one was looking.  

~

Which brought you to where the story is now.  Loki standing there with you in the middle of the machine, in the Avengers Compound, while it was three in the morning.  "Loki?!"

"Y/N..." He breathed out, still unable to register that you're really there with him.  

"You're alive?" It was all you could manage out.  The shock was affecting you too much at the time.  

He was stunned by your question.  "I'm dead in your timeline?"  

"Of course you are!  You... You sacrificed yourself to delay Thanos from getting to Earth before Bruce could warn the others.  I watched you die."  Your voice cracked at the end.  The memory replayed in your mind even though he was standing right there.  

"You didn't take my place then," He quietly stated and drifted off.  You caught what he said though, and questioned him immediately.  "Five years ago I couldn't save you from Thanos.  I was supposed to be the one that he killed, not you.  But you... You're so stubborn that you couldn't let me die instead."

"I tried that in my own timeline," You mentioned after a moment of silence, "I guess that's where our timeline diverged.  I couldn't convince him."  Your eyes drifted down to the ground, unable to look at the man you thought you'd never see again.

Loki's eyes lighted up slightly.  He knew that if another version of himself was able to stop her from going up to Thanos, then he truly was dead.  He wasn't able to fake that even with his life depending on that.  He couldn't help it.  He was selfish.  "We're still the same people, aren't we?  We're just different versions, like copies."

"What are you saying, Loki?" You asked him.  

"I'm asking you to stay with me.  I won't keep you here if you don't want to, but I had to see you once more.  I couldn't help myself when I saw you again.  But if neither one of us have each other in our timelines, why leave?"  

"Loki, I-" You cut yourself off because you couldn't tell whether or not you wanted this.  You still had friends and family living in your timeline.  

"Y/N, please consider it."  His eyes showed genuine sadness.  He longed for the moment where he'd get to see you again in Valhalla, but he was lucky to get to see you alive this way instead.  "You don't have to decide now, but I beg of you to think about it and come back when you're ready."  He was going to continue, but you held your hand up in a motion to stop him.

"I don't need extra time," You said, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible.  The tears in your eyes were obvious.

Loki braced himself for rejection, not finding your statement encouraging.  

"You once told me when we first met that I think about decisions for too long.  That I should just take a leap of faith every once in a while.  Granted, you were saying this as a poor attempt to get away and escape so you wouldn't have to deal with Odin, but you said it anyway.  Maybe it's time I take that advice."

"And what's your answer?" He asked hesitantly.  Loki looked almost dejected.  He knew that he was never going to have a happy life.  It was just decided by the Allfather.  Nothing has ever gone right in his life for long, why would this be any different?

He was surprised when you firmly gripped his hand.  He looked up at you, looking at the warm smile you had.  It nearly melted his heart because he realized how much he missed it.  

“I think I’ll stay.” 

#loki x reader #loki odinson #loki #laufeyson #thor #odin #marvel #comics #avengers #endgame #thanos #mad titan

[hyunsracha]

path of night — seo changbin

word count: 2.4k

summary: changbin thinks you’re really great.

it’s 2018. witches are … Okay.

like ppl aren’t KILLING them anymore but a lot of people don’t even believe in them and like witches don’t go around Telling people they’re witches

but ppl wear them as halloween costumes and the real witches just have to :)

speaking of witches … seo changbin!

he’s only half witch but shhhhh

his mother is a human, but she studied witches so obviously when his dad was like “uhh yo i'm a warlock ?? lol” she was like “ok yea.”

and they fell in love and had a changbin!

they live in a big ass victorian house on the edge of town, which basically screams, “we’re the only family of witches in this town! look at our big, spooky house!”

changbin doesn’t understand why they didn’t just get a fuckin house in the suburbs

his familiar is a raven named Prince of Darkness (he was like 14 ok he was going through his emo phase) and they're bros

sometimes Prince just shows up and caws and changbin caws back and it’s cute !

changbin’s mortal best friend, chris, thinks it’s fucking weird

“u have a pet raven.”

“yeah.”

“why?”

“like raven.”

“freak.”

so when changbin was 16, he had to choose between his mortal and his witch side.

and obviously he chose the witch side

why tf would he give up such epic powers?

the downside though … was that he had to leave

since he decided to go down the Path of Night, he would move to salem and go to the largest division of the academy for witches

and he Thought about telling chris that he was moving to an Elite Boarding School For Smart People but chris would not believe that .. so it was time to fess up

“hey so uh ….. i may or may not be a warlock”

“a who”

“u know . like sabrina the teenage witch . but …. changbin”

“OH ???? IS THAT HOW U PASSED BIOLOGY???”

“i mean yeah but u DONT HAVE TO SAY IT OUT LOUD!!”

so with that loose end tied up, changbin packed his shit (and his bird) and moved to salem !!!!

there, he meets minho, a year older, and hyunjin, in the same year (i'll do ages as i want thank u very much) and they all become bros !!!

ur only allowed to bring One familiar to school . and minho has Three . so his familiar is ……………. all three of his cats

he put on a spell on them so they all just became one cat but it’s completely reversible !! when he goes back to his room he frees his kitties from their kitty cell

“minho wtf do u mean that’s Three cats there’s only one.”

“OH YEAH?? OK! *mf does reversal spell*” *three cats appear* *they start running all over the common area* “FUCK!!!!”

and hyunjin’s is a lil pup named kkami

“kkami is an ugly name for a familiar”

“UR BIRDS NAME IS PRINCE OF DARKNESS?? SHUT THE FUCK UP??”

changbin does Okay in school . he does better than he did in Mortal School

“wtf do u mean we still have to learn algebra”

“we still need witch accountants, mr. seo.”

“i still need a Will To Live, mrs. kim.”

changbin liked to keep quiet about his family.

he knew that “half-breeds” got made fun of a lot, and were treated as lesser witches, so he just kept his mouth shut and avoided family talk.

it took about a year for his secret to get out.

he was sitting in the dining hall with hyunjin and minho Minding His Own Goddamn Business when a mr Jaebum walks in

jaebum was a few years older than minho; he would be graduating soon

he slid into the seat across from changbin, sending him a sinister little smile,

“hello, half-breed.”

the dining hall went silent.

changbin froze.

“i don’t know who the FUCK you think you’re talking to-”

“it’s okay, min. he’s right.”

minho and hyunjin: JFSGJBDB;L?

of course, that didn’t Change anything

changbin was their FRIEND

and he was a good warlock so ??? who fuckin cares

jaebum, apparently

changbin stared down at his tray, tears blurring his vision

he’s sensitive :(

minho saw his eyes watering and almost fucking HEXED JAEBUM

hyunjin held his hand under the table what a good boy

jaebum didn’t stop there, though

“you should go back to your mortal school and learn your stupid mortal things you useless-”

“what the fuck did he even do to you? why do you care?” omg minho u legend

“he’s not like the rest of us. he doesn’t deserve to go here.”

“hey jaebum have you ever tried shutting your fucking mouth?” a new voice spoke

everyone turned to face this new voice

oh look! it’s you! with ur lil entourage (it’s literally 2 ppl) behind u

“excuse me?” jaebum stood. he wasn’t the tallest guy, but he could be Quite Intimidating. u didn’t back down though.

“you heard me. you might want to watch your tone, though.”

“oh yeah? and why would i do that?”

“you shouldn’t speak to a l/n like that. who knows what would happen if my father found out.”

another hush fell over the dining hall.

everyone knows the l/n family. they have to, the l/ns are only one of the most powerful witch families in the whole World.

your father was on the Witch’s Council, along with the fathers of your two friends behind you, seungmin and jisung

the three of you grew up in salem and were homeschooled by seungmin’s mom, so the three of u have been best friends for ur whole lives

and the three of u turned 16 this year so !! here u were

today was ur first day, and when u walked into the dining all, u saw jaebum teasing a poor kid

and that doesn’t fly with u

the three of u put ur trays on the table when jaebum leaves

“tell me if he gives you a hard time again, yeah?”

changbin is??? JSKLGJS???

A L/N?? JUST STOOD UP FOR HIM??

minho, changbin, and hyunjin all look like :0 and you, seungmin, and jisung are just staring back like :]

and that’s how ur lil squad forms !!!

u, jisung, and seungmin are the youngest so u don’t have classes with them, but it’s fine !

lunch exists for a Reason

“for eating.”

“shut up, jisung.”

but you guys spent all your free time together ! and u guys really clicked !

its like u were destined to be friends (◕‿◕) it was written in the stars (◕‿◕)

but out of your three new friends, you were closest to changbin

maybe it was bc you stood up for him on the first day, but there was just Something Different about him, yk?

sometimes the two of you would sneak off campus at night to go watch the stars in the woods

u guys would cast dumb little spells at each other

one time u turned him into a goat ON ACCIDENT but he was

So mad.

so he turned u into a chicken and it was.

a fun night!

your familiar was a bat, so she would go and fly away with prince and i’m sure they had a good time

you just felt so? nice with changbin

you could talk about anything and everything for hours on end and never get bored

little did u know, changbin felt the same way!

but he came to the conclusion faster than u did:

“oh man i think i like y/n.”

“i know.” hyunjin said from the bottom bunk.

those two were roommates. yes it’s just as chaotic as it sounds.

“WH- WHAT DO U MEAN U KNOW?”

“bro its so obvious? y/n breathes and ur like omo look how cute!”

“i don't say omo.”

“omo!”

“ur literally useless.”

“AM NOT.” hyunjin sat up, “I could help you two get together.”

“hell no.”

“omg we’re all going to hell so i’m taking that as a yes! see u later, binnie!”

“WHERE ARE U - ok he’s gone”

hyunjin ran over to ur dorm, Aggressively knocking on the door.

“hyunjin ur gonna make ur knuckles bleed if u do that any harder.”

“SEUNGMIN ! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE !”

“W-W-W-yes?”

(seungmin is kind of in love with hyunjin but honestly who isn’t)

“i’m looking for y/n.”

“you found them.” you said from behind hyunjin, making him nearly Jump Out Of His Skin.

he dragged you away from your dorm, leaving a very confused seungmin in the doorway.

“this is super important sneaky sneak business, okay?” hyunjin sat you down at a table in the library. he sat across from you, taking your hands in his.

“you’re being weirder than usually, hyunjin.”

“i need you to be honest with me,” he stared down into your eyes, using that glare he used when jaebeom was Anywhere near you guys.

“are you trying to cast a spell on me right now, hwang?” you glared back, pulling your hands away.

“N-No!”

“YOU WERE TRYING TO DO THE TRUTH SPELL!”

“THIS IS A LIBRARY BE QUIET!”

“Fine. Why are you trying to put the truth spell on me?”

“do you like changbin?”

“of course i do, we’re friends-”

“no, y/n, you dumb bitch,” hyunjin sighed, pressing his palms against the table, “like. do you Like Like him?”

you furrowed your brow, wondering why the Hell he would ask you something like that.

i mean … you had never thought about changbin like that …

and it wouldn’t be Terrible to date him …

he was funny … and nice … and a good warlock …. and cute …….. and you’ve held his hand before ……….. that was nice ……………… and maybe you’ve thought about kissing him but Only once or twice !!!

oh man

“oh man. i think i like changbin.”

“oh thank fucking god, it would’ve been really awkward if you didn’t.”

“HUH???”

“i have 2 go.”

and hyunjin left you. very confused. in the library.

so hyunjin NYOOMS back to his dorm

yk how he does with his long ass legs

“hello tiny roommate.”

“absolutely go fuck yourself.”

“ok….well i have tea…...and i guess ur not getting it…..”

“hyunjin you fucking local its 2019 why are u still saying that.”

hyunjin pouted, “so u DONT wanna know that y/n likes u back??? ok FUCK u then!!” he climbed into his bed.

wait for it…..

“oh fuck.”

“Y/N LIKES ME????? HUH???? HWANG HYUNJIN!!!!!!”

“oh my god ur so loud JUST. confess or sumn u big idiot.”

hyunjin be like [ napping noises ]

changbin be like [ PANICKED NOISES ]

how is he supposed to just CONFESS??? that's not EASY

hyunjin thinks its easy bc he’s never confessed to Anyone

everyone confesses to Him

its scawy :(

but changbin Is Not A Coward

(yes he is)

the next day at lunch, changbin is …. Off

“hey binnie!” u put ur tray down next to him and send him a Big Big smile

the butterflies in his tummy go HFJSKGGJ and he goes “hey!” but his voice cracks

he flushes a bright cherry red and u think he's the CUTEST BOY EVER

but he keeps squeaking and blushing and can't exactly look u in the eye :(

how is he supposed to when he knows that U Like Him !!!! u like him !!!!!

he’s in his last class of the day (algebra - gag) when he thinks of an idea

and it’s a good one too !!!!

“that’s the worst idea i’ve ever heard.”

“shut up seungmin if hyunjin did that for u u’d literally cry.”

“WH - I - get out of my room.”

u get a text from changbin that says “meet me in the common room!! it’s importante (that’s spanish for important)!! ^.^”

his little emoticon u go <3____<3

so u text back “okie!!” and get ready to go to the common room

it was like . 11pm . but u didn't really think about that

u and changbin hang out a lot at that time so !

the common room was Empty when u got there

“Hello??? binnie???”

no response

u cast a lil spell to make a light appear on the tip of ur finger (u literally could’ve just . Turned on the lights . but this is more fun) and sit by the big statue of Satan himself and Wait.

ur only waiting for like 30 seconds when u hear It

singing???

hello???

u instantly recognized the song bc U Loved The Song

it was zion.t’s no make up and u went [ caveman spongebob ]

WHO IS SINGING

WHY ARE THEY SINGING

the light on ur finger went out as you clenched your fist, looking around for the source of the voice

the lights in the common room came on; dimly, but still on.

and rose petals started to fall from the ceiling

this was weird

pretty! and u were kind of on the verge of tears! but pretty!

and then u saw him

Seo Changbin.

why is seo changbin singing to u

since when can changbin Sing like that???

“changbin-”

“SHHSHSHSHHSH let me talk before i lose my confidence!!!

so…..you’re…..really great.”

“thanks.”

“I SAID LET ME TALK. you’re really great. really Really great. and i think …. i think we get along really well. like……..we’re bros, right? wait- bros probably isn’t the best word for this- oh my god.”

“changbin...are you...trying to say something?”

“i like you !!! and i know you like me back-”

“HUH”

“hyunjin has a big mouth.”

“oh my god.”

“yeah.”

there was silence for a moment.

what are you supposed to do now?

you were happy.

u were fricking Ecstatic!!! changbin liked u back!!!!

u were gonna kill hyunjin but!!! yippee!!!

“so do i just….are we- are we a thing now?” changbin broke the silence

“oh!” you stood from your spot on the floor, “y-yeah!”

“ok sick …. so i can do this now-” he made his way towards you, grabbing you by the waist and pressing his lips against yours.

his other hand came up to hold your face, and you were glad that he was holding your waist so tightly or you might’ve fallen down, your knees were so weak.

since when can changbin Kiss like that

“i-in front of satan and everybody, huh…” you giggled after he pulled away.

“satan’s fine. i’m sure he loves a good teen romance.”

“you’re an idiot, seo changbin.”

“but i’m your idiot :DDD”

and your first order of business as a couple : Operation Seungjin.

#changbin #seo changbin #stray kids #skz #changbin scenarios #seo changbin scenarios #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #changbin imagines #seo changbin imagines #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids changbin #skz changbin #changbin x reader #seo changbin x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #yes this is . Slightly based off caos what can i say

[pinkrae]

Can’t fake love || Chapter 13

The return

--- Previous

“Home sweet home,” Dick sighed softly as he entered the small apartment, followed by Damian and a slightly disoriented Raven. Or what seemed to be Raven, anyway.

“Are you sure about this, Grayson?”

“This is one of my safehouses. Not Bruce’s,” he explained and turned to the girl. “No one’s gonna find you here.”

“Thank you, Richard.” She smiled weakly and made her way to the window to look at the view outside.

“Richard? Now that’s new,” he mumbled to himself, only to get an elbow in his ribs.

“She just came back from the dead, give her a break,” Damian spoke through gritted teeth, his green eyes never leaving her out of his sight. Now that she was here he didn’t think he’d ever dare to lose sight of her again. And sure, she looked a bit different. She felt different. But he was certain she was still the same person. That she was still the Raven they all knew. She simply needed to adapt to the life of the living again and it was understandable. He’d give her all the time she needed, no matter how much he wanted for things to go back to the way they were. 

“Is it,” Raven suddenly spoke, turning around to face them, “alright if I stay alone for a bit?”

“Of course--”

“Are you sure?” Damian asked in concern, not wanting to leave her at all. Even when she nodded, his body refused to move from its spot. He’d just gotten her back and now he was supposed to leave her here? No way. 

“She needs her space, dude, come on,” Dick grabbed the boy by the arm and literally had to drag him out of the apartment. 

“I’m not leaving her,” he spoke when they were already out in the hallway.

“Damian--” Dick sighed, watching the other sit down on the floor right there by the door. He was stubborn alright. “Are we… even sure it’s her?”

“It is her.”

“How do you know?”

“I know,” Damian frowned and looked up at the other. His answers were insufficient, he knew that, but right now it was better than telling him that the ghost of Raven visited him and told him to do all of this. It wasn’t the right time for it yet. Maybe because he still needed to wrap his head around this himself. Maybe it was because a part of him didn’t entirely believe it was real either. Maybe he had wanted it to be real so badly that he made it all up and actually brought god-knows-who back. Only time would tell at this point. That’s all he needed. Time.

“Fine,” Dick finally sighed and turned to leave. “Want me to bring any snacks?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You’ll get hungry if you plan on staying here.”

“I’ll be fine.” There was no changing his mind, that much was certain. With a faint frown on his face, Dick simply made a mental note to bring something over later on. And with that he was gone. Everyone was gone. 

Something about being alone felt familiar to her. Alone, but not lonely. The silence, the dark emptiness welcomed her. And while hesitant, she wasn’t afraid. No, she was curious… Confused… Relieved… Happy… Sad… There were so many emotions that at the end of it, she didn’t quite know what she was feeling. But she had feeling in her fingertips and something about that made her happy. She ran her fingers across the bookshelves, the chairs in the kitchen as she walked past them, she felt the textures of the walls, the doors. Her little house tour ended in the bathroom as she walked up to the mirror and finally looked at herself, although reluctantly.

She knew that it had to be her that was looking back at her, but somehow she didn’t recognize that person. Her eyes scanned the reflection and frowned at her lips, her nose, her bald head, her eyes, the gem on her forehead, her everything. Everything seemed so wrong. Why did it feel so wrong? What happened to her? Releasing a heavy sigh, she pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and went straight to the bedroom. She needed to meditate. Maybe that would give her some sense of what was going on.

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Minutes turned to hours, hours to days. It was torture all over again. Just sitting and waiting for something to happen, for her to walk out of that door and invite him in. He needed to be patient, he knew that. But god was this frustrating! There was no way of knowing what was going on in there. She was all by herself, not talking to anyone, not even leaving the place. It felt almost like she was hiding. If he didn’t hear some movement there every once in a while, he’d think she had run away by now. The thought of her running away and disappearing from his life again scared him. And he hated it. What if she didn’t remember anything from what happened? What if she did? Was that even actually her?

“Your anxiety is killing me,” a sudden voice made his head jerk up to see the apartment door slightly open and Raven standing there, looking right at him. His heart skipped a beat and in an instant, he bolted on his feet and cleared his throat.

“Your silence is killing me,” he tried to be as nonchalant as usual, but he could feel his voice tremble a little. Internally, he was somewhat glad to hear she still picked up on others’ emotions, however. That meant something. Something good. 

Raven hummed in response to that and they stared at each other for a moment longer before she spoke again. “Well, if you’re going to hang around here, you might as well go grab some eggs and milk. I want to make waffles.”

“At”-- he looked down at his wristwatch-- “9 pm?”

“Why not?” A simple shrug rolled off her shoulder. She was so calm it almost felt eerie. There was no doubt about the fact that it was indeed Raven. No one else had that effect on people like she did. 

“Very well then,” he huffed and left for the store, returning not too long after. But standing by the apartment door again, he hesitated. Did he just go in? Did he knock? Did she even want him to go in? She never said he could join in for the waffles after all. So a knock on the door was probably the best way to go about this.

“The door’s open!” He could hear her voice from the other side of the door and felt a huge stone fall off his chest as he then proceeded to walk inside. Closing the door behind him, he took a quick look around. Most of the apartment was dark, to no surprise. The only light came from the kitchen, where he guessed she was at, so he made his way there.

“Brought what you asked for,” he said before placing the grocery bag on the counter. She thanked him and took what she needed, adding it all to the bowl she had already prepared beforehand.

It was quiet for a while. Damian didn’t exactly know what to do. Offer to help? Sit down? Go back to the hallway? Well, she didn’t seem to mind him being there, so for now he opted for staying in the doorway and watching her make waffles. It felt familiar. Watching her do something as trivial as cooking. There had been countless times back at the tower when she would be making breakfast for herself or they would run into each other late at night when they both couldn’t sleep, so they sneaked into the kitchen for a snack. But he’d never thought too much of it. He never thought too much of anything back then. Those were just the everyday things they lived with. They were teammates. Always had been. But seeing her now, here, like this… It felt different somehow. Warmer. 

“I--” missed you didn’t quite roll off his tongue so well once he realized what he was about to say. Seeing her look at him in curiosity though, he cleared his throat and quickly composed himself again. “Have you… remembered anything?”

“Bits and pieces,” she nodded, pouring the batter in the waffle pan. “Some things are hazier than others. The most vivid memories came back to me pretty quickly. Some things come back to me only when I sleep.”

“What are the most vivid memories?” He asked cautiously as he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest.

“We were investigating some murders… Then the first encounter with-- that sorceress lady--”

“Circe.”

“Circe. Right. Then there were all these voices in my head calling out to me. They had such a strong effect on me. Sometimes it feels like I can still hear them. I also remember… her summoning me? And stabbing me right through the heart. But there’s nothing after that. Did she--” Her violet eyes looked back at him with a hint of fear in them. “--kill me?”

“In a way, yes, she did.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he sighed softly and ran a hand through his hair, “she wanted to bind your demon part to herself to use you as a pawn in her army. So she had to split your human part from your body.”

“Oh,” she blinked in sudden realization, “so I didn’t die then?”

Damian hesitated for a second before shaking his head. “No.” And his heart squeezed tight in his chest. If she were to ask him how she died, he wasn’t sure he was ready to tell her the truth. 

“Hm,” she nodded slowly and carried on with her waffle making. It kind of confused him.

“You are allowed to ask more questions, you know.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Why not? Aren’t you curious at all?”

“I wish I didn’t remember anything at all because each memory only brings pain with it,” Raven said and finally fully turned to him, her hands ever so slightly shaking. “I don’t know why, but each time I remember something, I just want to cry and I can’t--”

“You can cry, Raven. The world isn’t going to explode if you do.”

“Look who’s talking, Mister Son-of-Batman Always-have-to-be-stoic.” She rolled her eyes at him with a silent chuckle, but she could already feel a lump forming in her throat, making it harder for her to talk. 

“Hey, I’ve expressed quite a lot of emotions as of late,” he grinned at her and took a step closer.

“Somehow I don’t believe that,” she chuckled, but barely kept herself from letting the tears fall down her cheeks. Somehow it was even harder to do when Damian came closer to her. 

“You just have to remember it, that’s all,” the grin still on his face, he stepped closer again and reached for her shoulders. In an impulse, though, she flinched away and looked down at the floor. 

“Damian, please--”

“Raven,” his voice became much softer and the expression on his face changed to a more serious one as he glanced down at her, “you don’t have to do this alone.” 

The shift in the tone of his voice surprised her. Until that moment she hadn’t realized how much she’d missed having him around for some reason. Silence then set in between them once more. His hands slowly reached up again, placing them on her shoulders once he’d made sure she wasn’t flinching away this time. And it was enough to allow her burst into tears in a matter of seconds. His heart hurt seeing her like this, but at the same time he was relieved that she was letting it all out. And letting him close to her. God knew Raven wasn’t one to show emotion like this in front of anyone. Neither of them were, actually. Which made this all the more special. It felt much more like the last months before her… death. They’d gotten so close to each other. He missed it. He craved to be this close to her again. Without another word she let him embrace her in a tight and warm hug as she cried her eyes out into his chest. There was no particular reason why she wanted to cry. It was everything and nothing at the same time. She couldn’t even explain it. There were so many emotions that had built up inside her just over the course of the past few days. So maybe she just really needed this. To let out everything that had piled up inside her. And she did. It felt like she cried for hours. But she didn’t mind as long as she had Damian to hold her. And he didn’t mind as long as he had her to hold.

------

A knock on the door. That should’ve been enough to raise her suspicions. But she was still trying to figure Damian’s behaviour out. There were things that were inconsistent with him and visiting her was one of them. One day he’d stand in the hallway for hours contemplating whether or not he should even knock, then just barge in through the door the next day. It was confusing to her. Like he wanted to be there with her, but at the same time he also hesitated to do so. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming, sheesh,” Raven muttered and wrapped herself in a bathrobe, coming from the bathroom as she dried her short hair with a towel hanging around her neck. She didn’t think much of this visit until she came up to the door and placed a hand on the handle. A sharp sting went through her body, stopping her in her tracks. That wasn’t Damian. 

Another knock. She flinched back. Her big violet eyes stared at the door like it was about to burst open. And she actually caught herself by the realization that it might if she didn’t open it. Quickly running back to the door, she unlocked it and stepped back again. Somehow she didn’t dare to open it herself and just allowed the person on the other side to do so.

The door handle moved. Her heart skipped a beat. Slowly, the door opened and she was met by these bright green eyes. There was such a mixture of emotions in the air that she couldn’t pinpoint whether it was relief, anger, shock, sadness, disappointment or happiness. Maybe it was all of them.

“So”-- A frown-- “How long were you gonna hide for before telling me?”

Her heart clenched. “I’m-- sorry…”

Raven felt like she was out of breath. Her body was unable to move. This was the kind of visit she hadn’t expected at all. And it was exactly why she was saying she needed more time. She wasn’t ready for this. It was too painful. However, in a matter of seconds the atmosphere in the room changed, she saw a smile and suddenly received the biggest and warmest hug ever.

“You’re alive!” A happy cry.

“Kory--”

“By X’Hal, you’re alive,” the woman laughed out in joy and pulled away to take a good look at Raven. Her eyes had filled with tears, but she had the happiest of smiles on her face.

“Did… Dick tell you?” She frowned in confusion and slight disappointment.

“Oh, Dick doesn’t have to tell me anything for me to know that something’s up,” Kory chuckled and released the other from her grip, but left her hands placed on her shoulders, almost afraid that she’d disappear if she were to let go of her completely.

“Fair enough,” Raven grinned with a raised eyebrow.

“You have to tell me everything.”

------

“So you were never planning on telling anyone besides Damian and Dick?” Kory asked softly, sipping on, like, the third cup of tea already.

“Hey, Dick was never planned to be in this equation either, from what Damian’s told me,” she tried to deflect the question, but Kory’s stern look made her give it up and let out a sigh. “I don’t know, Kory.” Her eyes turned to look out the window. “I don’t think they need me to be in their lives.”

“What are you saying, Raven? Of course they do. We all do. You’re our friend--”

“Yeah, and I’m also a liability.” She snapped her eyes back to her, a certain seriousness in her voice that only she had. “I’m a threat. You know it’s true. They know it. I know it. If it isn’t my father ruining the party, it’s me. None of you need that.”

“So what, are you going to let them mourn you for the rest of their lives?” To say that Kory was in disbelief would be quite an understatement. 

“If that’s what it takes to keep them safe.” But Raven was indeed serious about it, she could see that. And it broke her heart that Raven thought of herself like that. Sure, she’d always deemed herself as not quite fitting in with the group, but it never stopped her from trying, from forming friendships and making a home for herself along with the rest of the Titans. And yes, they had gone through a lot of things. A lot of painful things. But none of them hated her. They didn’t blame her for what happened. That, Kory was sure of. If anything, Raven’s death impacted them immensely and it almost broke the team. But even despite Damian leaving, the rest of them were determined to keep fighting for the good in the world. 

“Raven, listen--”

“No, Kory!” Raven interrupted her and stood up from the couch. “I’ve made up my mind. I want to live a normal life. Here. By myself.”

“That’s a little bit selfish, don’t you think?” Her voice was soft, but there was a hint of disappointment in it. “You may hide behind these walls, underneath the whole I want them safe facade, but in reality you’re just too afraid to face them, aren’t you?”

“I--” Kory had never been one to beat around the bush too much, but this just left her speechless. It amazed her how well she’d seen right through her. Was she really that open of a book now? Had she lost her touch? Seeing the girl’s confusion, Kory smiled a little and ushered Raven to sit down again, holding onto her hand.

“It’s alright if you’re afraid. I mean, you came back from the dead, that’s not something one sees everyday.” 

“That’s not why--”

“You died, Raven.” Kory emphasised. “No matter under what circumstances. You were a dear friend that we all lost. We all mourned you. Most still do.”

Raven’s gaze turned to the empty tea cup on the coffee table before her. The things that Kory was saying made perfect sense. But… Somewhere deep in her heart, it still didn’t feel right. Even if she had already been here for a couple months, it felt it was too soon. Too sudden. How does one even prepare to reveal themselves as not dead?

“Look”-- A warm hand was placed over her own-- “I’m not saying you have to do it now. But if you’re waiting for the right moment, know that there will never be one. Just-- As soon as you feel ready.”

Raven nodded slowly and murmured a thank you. As soon as she felt ready. How the hell was she supposed to know when she was ready?

------

“You know, when you said you wanted to get out of the apartment, I never expected this.” A disgruntled voice followed her as they were making their way forward.

“I need to do this.” Raven didn’t stop even for a second.

“I still don’t see why.” Damian grumbled under his nose.

“Of course you don’t. You weren’t the one to die, Damian.” She reminded him with a certain sternness in her voice and stopped in her tracks to turn around and look at him. “Now where did you say it was?”

He stopped as soon as she did as well and eyed her for a moment before releasing a sigh and looking to the side, nodding in the general direction to what they were looking for. “Should be right over there.” 

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten where it is.” A grin stretched across her face, but he didn’t seem amused at all.

“I haven’t.” His eyes squinted at her. He was tense. He had been ever since she told him where she wanted to go. And even though his protests against it were minimal, the tension only got worse now that they were actually here. 

“I’ll wait for you in the car.” And with that he turned to leave, but in an act of impulse Raven stopped him by grabbing him by the hand.

“No, no, Damian”-- She looked right into his eyes as he glanced back at her-- “Stay. Please. You don’t have to come with me, just-- Wait here.”

He frowned in a bit of a confusion. Why did she need him to be here? It wasn’t like he could help her with anything. Not like she needed any help to begin with. Moral support maybe? Well… This was a cemetery and she wasn’t visiting any ordinary grave after all. So maybe her wish to have someone with her was somewhat justified. Then his gaze turned down to their hands. Noticing this, Raven quickly released him with a silent apology, but a soft gasp left her lips when he grabbed her hand right back.

“D-damian?” She uttered and watched him just stand there in silence, looking down at their hands, his thumb gently drawing circles on the back of her palm. Her heart was racing in her chest and she felt her cheeks burning, but he seemed so awfully calm about this. Several moments passed like this, with him being deep in his thoughts and her just staring at him, waiting for him to say something. Or do something. Anything. 

“I’ll stay.” Finally, he declared with that very Damian-like seriousness in his voice and released her hand. No explanations whatsoever. It left her absolutely dumbfounded.

“What was that?”

He raised an eyebrow as if completely clueless about what she was referring to, but the frown on her face made him answer eventually, but not before he clicked his tongue. “The last time that you and I spoke before-- Before things went to shit, you asked me if I had any regrets.” Listening to him, her brows furrowed as she recalled a faint memory wondering why they had been talking about regrets, of all things. “At the time, I said I had none. But… Later on I realized that it wasn’t true after all.”

“Well, we all regret the things we’ve done at some point in our lives.” 

“No. Not the things I’ve done. More like what I didn’t do. What I should’ve done.”

Raven hummed in response and looked down at her hand, placing it in the other, observing it, trying to have the feeling of it being held linger for a while longer. Closing her eyes for a moment, she released a heavy sigh. “You used to hold my hand.”

“I did.” A nod.

“But we went on fake dates while investigating the murders.”

“We did.” Damian nodded again and watched her look at him with the saddest eyes he’d ever seen.

“What were we then, Damian?” She breathed out, almost like on the brink of crying. Once again, her heart just clenched at the thought that she couldn’t remember. If they had been more than just teammates-- friends, then why would her mind cloud her memories like that? Why would it hide this from her? She didn’t understand. She just wanted to remember.

“We weren’t anything.” He stated simply and cocked his head to the side, rethinking his words for a moment. “But there could’ve been something had time let us.”

For some reason, hearing those words hurt. But-- It was also relieving. That’s why she felt such a strong pull for him. That’s why she wanted him around when she didn’t want to see anyone at all. It was him that brought her back in the first place. She let him close to her, always. And he was always there. At first it seemed so ordinary, so casual. Like it was exactly the way it was supposed to be. But now-- Oh god. How didn’t she see this sooner? 

“I was in love with you.” The sudden realization struck her.

“Perhaps.” Although hearing such a statement made his heart jump, on the outside he was as calm as ever.

“I never told you?” She frowned in confusion and Damian sighed, thinking for a moment.

“Neither of us did.” He then said truthfully. “I think that… we didn’t think we needed to.”

“Do you still think that now?”

“Do you?” He hadn’t meant to be so sharp with his response, but at the same time he didn’t feel like this was the right time or place to talk about this. If she didn’t remember any of it to begin with, this conversation was pointless. And he didn’t want her to think that she was in love with him or that he was in love with her. He didn’t want her to believe his words just because he said so. He wanted her to actually feel that way. And she clearly didn’t. Not yet.

The counter question clearly took her aback. Honestly, she didn’t know what kind of an answer she’d expected. What would be worse? For him to think he didn’t need to say it or for him to blurt out that he loved her only to not receive the same in return? Neither of those options seemed like the right one. It wasn’t the right time for it. Not yet.

So maybe it was better to just leave it this way. For now. Nodding in thought, Raven then turned and finally went to find what she came here for. Walking slowly, she read every name carefully as she passed them by until one of those gravestones spelled RAVEN.

Her heart stopped for a second and so did she. It was… surreal. Never in her life had she imagined she’d be standing by her own grave. She slowly kneeled down and for the longest time she just stared at the piece of stone before her. To say that she didn’t feel comfortable here would be an understatement. Everything about this particular spot was just… off. The aura wasn’t a good one at all, she could sense it. And to an extent, it made sense. She did die while she had succumbed to her dark self. There wasn’t anything good for her to leave behind.

“What happened to you?” Raven whispered to herself and looked at the ground, carefully reaching her hand down and gently pressing it against the grass. A sudden flash. An inhuman scream. Flames. Pain. Anger. So much anger. Voices that were getting louder. And louder. And louder until it felt like they were screaming in her ears.

“He killed me. He killed me! HE KILLED ME! You’ll die for this! You’ll all die!”

With a loud gasp, she jumped back up on her feet, shaking all over and holding her hands up to her chest.

“Raven?”

Cold sweat dripped down her forehead like she’d just woken up from a nightmare. Deep, shaking breaths. Her heart felt like it was about to leave her ribcage. 

“Raven.” She finally turned to the familiar voice and saw the concern in his eyes. Taking a quick glance down at the grave and her hand, she took a step back.

“I’m fine.” Raven breathed out and walked back to Damian. By the look on her face, he wasn’t sure that she was. But he really was in no position to pry. 

“Let’s leave then.” He suggested and she nodded, silently following him out of the cemetery. As they were walking away, she spared another look back at the grave. It didn’t seem right. It didn’t seem right at all.

------

She couldn’t shake the strange feeling off all the way to their next location. So much so that even Damian grew more worried by the minute, she could feel it. And she didn’t blame him either. But right now all she could do was try to reassure him that she was indeed fine. For the time being, anyway. What awaited her next needed her full focus anyway. This was going to be an emotional journey that no one could ever be completely prepared for. 

A deep breath. They stepped out of the car and looked up. The evening sun was slowly descending, painting the place in warm colours. A part of her wondered if it had always looked so calm and so beautiful in the evenings. Another realized that such things seemed trivial back then and a lot went by unnoticed. 

“Are you sure about this?” He interrupted the moment of silence, watching her as she seemed to mentally scale the building they were standing in front of.

“No.”

“Good.”

“Why?” She finally looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Because if you were, I’d call you a psychopath.” Damian grinned and walked up to the door to enter the access code to the Tower, which, to no surprise, hadn’t changed since he left.

“You’re hilarious.” She deadpanned.

“Haven’t lost my charm then.” With the grin still on his face he gestured for her to go in. She merely rolled her eyes and grinned back as she walked past him, making her way inside. 

Now, getting inside turned out to not be such an issue, but as soon as she was there, her body froze up. Her chest ached and a lump formed in her throat. Was she really about to do this? So much time had passed. Would they truly welcome her back? Would they be mad? Would they be happy? Sad, even? Was she making the right decision to show up unannounced? What was she even doing here?

Suddenly, her trail of thoughts was interrupted when she felt something touch her hand. Startled, she glanced down for a split second before her eyes looked up at Damian standing next to her. Nonchalant as usual, his gaze was directed forward until he noticed her looking at him. Slowly turning his head, he looked at her with little to no emotion in his face. Because of course there was none. Only this time his eyes betrayed him. They said you’re not alone. And, even if for a moment, it washed all her worries away. Squeezing his hand tightly into hers, she smiled at him and took a deep breath.

“Let’s do this.”

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#can't fake love #damirae #robrae #{{ 👋 Written by me }} #Damian Wayne #raven

[shutupandshipit]

Magic in the Blood - Ch.2

Summary: “You used magic on me,” Neil said, mildly accusing. He opened his eyes, staring into the glowing honey gold of Andrew’s eyes.

“Don’t I always?”

Instead of answering, Neil asked, “Yes or no?” because his hands were aching to run along Andrew’s skin, up his toned thighs, to tug him down over him. …..

Or where everything is the same, but magic exists. The school year is over, there’s no more practices until mid-summer and for the first time, Neil can spend his time the way he wants. Without suppressants muddling his system and Andrew sober, they’ve got magical and logistical issues to work through.

And then there’s the new Foxes when they show which is a whole other magical nightmare of itself.

Pairing: Andreil

Rating: T

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Disclaimer: All dialogue, characters and events used from the book for this chapter belong to Nora Sakovic.

Chapter 2: Milport, Arizona

Neil:

Neil sat in the bleachers staring up at the sky. The double suppressants he'd taken before the game were beginning to wear off, enough for him with some difficulty to clear the sky of the few wispy clouds still scudding across the sky. The stars were washed out by the stadium lights, but that was neither here nor there. With the bitter taste of loss on his tongue, he didn't want to think of the possibilities the stars harbored. He simply wanted to ingest the energy the moon provided.

Of course, the moon wasn't in the sky either.

Neil felt Coach Hernandez before he even opened the door. There was a vibration that people who didn't have magic released. It felt like feathers against his skin. Sometimes it was soothing, other times it set his nerves on edge. Today, it only sent a jagged edge through his body.

As Coach Hernandez pushed open the stadium door, Neil clutched his cigarette tighter.

“I didn't see your parents at the game.”

This conversation was a song and dance Neil knew all too well. They'd been through it multiple times over his time in Millport, and he was tired. He knew Hernandez was just worried about him, about the sleeping on school grounds, about his parents never being around, but that only made it harder for him. So he let himself be pulled through the conversation until Hernandez said something that put him on full alert.

“There's someone here to see you.”

Startled, Neil snapped his eyes back to Hernandez. There was no other magic in the stadium that he could feel, no other magic close by anyway. His senses could have been dulled by the suppressants still, but that never lasted for more than an hour or two after the game. If there was anyone powerful close by, he should have been able to feel them.

That, unfortunately, meant nothing for his safety.

In the years he'd been on the run, he'd learned that someone didn't need magic to hurt him. Magic wasn't what made people deadly.

Jumping to his feet, Neil made to run. There was a man standing at the top of the stadium steps, staring down at them. Neil's panic must have been worse than he thought because he couldn't sense either Coach Hernandez or the new man now. He stopped, clutching at the strap of his duffle. “I don't know you.”

“He's from a university. He came to see you play tonight,” Coach Hernandez tried to explain, but Neil just shook his head.

“Bullshit,” Neil snapped, eyes still on the man. “No one recruits from Millport. No one knows where it is.” He should know, he'd placed a tracker block in himself after his mother had died. The tracker block should have pulled anyone's eyes who were looking for him away from Millport. They shouldn't have even been able to see the town on a map, but then again, he'd always been miserable at protection spells. No matter how hard his mother tried to beat the magic into him, he could never seem to pick it up. His magic was too geared towards chaos like his father's much to her frustration.

“There's this thing called a map. You might have heard of it. I might not have any magic, but I do have the internet.”

Coach Hernandez cut in, explaining, “He's here because I sent him your file. He put out a note saying he was short on his striker line, and I figured it was worth a shot. I didn't tell you because I didn't know if anything would come of it and I didn't want to get your hopes up.”

“You did what?” He was horrified. Magic began boiling in his stomach, scorching him from the inside out. The suppressants were doing their job of holding his magic in, but that only made him hot and painfully itchy.

Overhead, black storm clouds crept in.

“I tried contacting your parents when he asked for a face-to-face tonight,” Coach Hernandez explained, standing but not moving closer to Neil, “but they haven't returned my messages. You said they'd try to make it.”

Neil didn't turn his eyes from the other Coach, wary and watchful. “They did. They couldn't.” As always, the lie tasted like battery acid on his tongue despite that the lie was familiar. While he was good at lying -at least he thought he was- his magic always deemed to remind him that that was exactly what he was doing.

The look the man gave him said that he could taste it too, but he didn't comment. He launched straight into his spiel, “Listen, I can't wait for them. It's stupid late in the season for me to be here, I know, but I had some technical difficulties with my last recruit. Coach Hernandez said you still haven't chosen a school for fall. Works out perfectly, doesn't it? I need a striker sub, and you need a team. All you have to do it sign on the dotted line and you're mind for five years.”

“You can't be serious,” Neil scoffed, but he couldn't taste the lie, and that was the stranger part. He didn't know if there was a way to block a lie detector charm, but he needed it if there was.

The man shrugged. “Very serious and very out of time.”

The man tossed down a file that had Neil's name written on the edge in bold black lettering with the word 'MAGICLESS' just under his name. He didn't look at it. That file was a screaming reminder that he'd been found, that he was on someone's radar even if that someone didn't want to hurt him.

Neil's magic was roiling harshly in his belly, needing to be released as the suppressants came to the end of their rope. The Coaches couldn't be around when they wore off, not only because neither of them knew he had magic, but because his magic was explosive and dangerous right after suppressants. Chaotic magic hated being cooped up the most out of all the magics. If they were around when he went off, they would be hurt or even killed standing this close to him.

Sweat beaded down his temple. He could have listed to his mother. He should have stayed off the court when she told him he'd never play Exy again, and suddenly the 22 names and massive amounts of magic they'd both used felt like an effort in futility. Exy was the only thing he had at the end of the day, and he didn't want to be exiled from the court, but college and Exy weren't a future he could have. He shouldn't even be thinking about the future.

“Please go away,” Neil said, the battery acid thick across his tongue only he thought it was actual bile this time.

“It's a bit sudden, but I really do need an answer tonight. The Committee's been hounding me since Janie got locked up.”

Neil's stomach dropped out from under him. “Foxes. Palmetto State University.”

Coach David Wymach stared back at him, not at all surprised, “I guess you've seen the news.”

Well, he'd certainly done that. Janie smalls, Palmetto striker sub, had been found in a bathtub by her best friend with a note that said she had to let the magic out. And that was terrifying. Neil had never personally seen someone's magic make them go crazy, but he knew it was possible. He knew that sometimes despite being born with magic, their body and magic began to reject each other. He'd heard that it was hereditary, but he'd also heard that it could develop over time. The most cases he'd heard of were about pregnant women. With their body chemistry going through so many changes, sometimes their magic didn't make the adjustments like it should.

Neil had always thought that was a terrifying prospect while silently hoping that one day his father's magic would do that same.

Neil couldn't sign with the Foxes. They were in the new every other week for something or other, usually magic related. They were made up of talented rejects, junkies and kids whose magic made them nuts or that they never had control of to begin with. In short, they were a fucking mess.

Then there was Kevin Day, and there was no way Neil could meet him. He'd recognize him immediately, and even if he didn't recognize his face, if he felt his magic- That's be it. He'd recognize Neil immediately. His and his father's magic were one in the same, so similar they were nearly identical at times.

“You can't be here.”

“Yet here I stand. Need a pen?”

“No,” Neil said, tightening his fingers around his bag strap until his knuckles pressed white against his skin, “No. I'm not playing for you.”

“I misheard you.”

“You signed Kevin.”

“And Kevin signed you, so-”

That was it for Neil. Kevin knew who he was and where he was, and he needed to be out of there. Praying to Tyche, Neil bolted for the door, but his goddess wasn't with him that night. He felt the magic, roiling and chaotic and forcibly restrained, a moment before he saw the man. He hesitated for barely a moment, and that was where he fucked up. A racquet slammed into his stomach. Crumpling to the floor, he wheezed as his magic crawled up his throat, choking him.

Andrew:

“Wymack's been out there for quite a long time,” Andrew said breezily, plucking at the taught strings of a goalie stick he'd taken from the rack in the corner, “It might not be going so well.”

“We'll get him. He can't say no.”

Andrew grinned nastily. “That's what you thought of me, yet here we are.”

Kevin grumbled under his breath, but didn't answer.

Andrew knew that Kevin'f failure to convince him to sign with the Ravens still stung, and he loved to poke at the sore spot. Sometimes, he managed to elicit a stronger response, and he was mildly disappointed that he wasn't going to get anything more.

Andrew needed a distraction from the feeling of stale magic in the locker room. Too many suppressants and magic leaking out of the player's pores by the end of the game. He could feel it on his tongue like a film, the taste musty, and he ran his teeth along the top of his tongue to try and scrape the feeling away.

“We're not leaving until he says yes,” Kevin said vehemently.

Annoyance skittered across Andrew's nerves. He leaned on the stick, unconvinced and unimpressed. He was just getting ready to throw back a scathing remark when he felt the brush of another person's magic, frantic with fear.

Standing straight, Andrew held the racquet at the ready.

The man came barreling through the door, hesitating just long enough that Andrew caught a glimpse of the hesitation before he slammed the racquet into his stomach.

Neil Josten dropped to the floor immediately, dry heaving. Even through the haze of his drugs, he could see the bright flickers of color spilling from his lips instead of bile.

Andrew's magic reached out for Neil, wanting to heal the wound he'd inflicted, always wanting to heal. He just let his magic flail at the end of its reach under the influence of his drugs and his own limitations.

As fleeting as it was, he felt Neil's magic more strongly than he did even Kevin's which was interesting. That could have been due to the suppressants every athlete was required to take before a game, but game suppressants only lasted for the length of a normal game. Whatever was putting a lid on Neil's magic, they were much stronger than game suppressants, but they weren't strong enough.

What was most interesting though was the fact that Neil was supposed to be magicless, but that couldn't be further from the truth it seemed.

Andrew stared down at the heaving body, wanting to rip him to shreds as their magics collided and interlaced in sporadic spurts. That wouldn't have been a problem if his magic had simply rejected the interruption like it did all other magics, but it didn't. Instead, it collected and stored Neil Josten's magic like charging a battery.

Andrew grinned manically.

Wymack pushed through the door. “God damn it, Minyard! This is why we can't have nice things!”

“Oh, Coach, if he was nice, he wouldn't be any use to us, would he?” Andrew asked.

“He's no use to us if you break him.”

They went back and forth like that for a moment before he met Neil's eyes. The glared he leveled on Andrew wouldn't have been anything special if he didn't see the lightning streak across his irises. No, not across them... behind them... He was wearing colored contacts.

Andrew narrowed his eyes. 'Oh, this one might be interesting after all.'

“Better luck next time,” Andrew told him, but he didn't miss the smallest of flinches.

“Fuck you.”

…..

Neil:

“What are you thinking about?” Andrew asked, startling Neil out of his road hypnosis.

Neil blinked quickly, checking all the mirrors before glancing over at Andrew. “The first time we met.” He hadn't known Andrew was awake or how long he'd been watching him, but he was still curled up against the window, the sun shining gold in his hair. He was soft and sleepy and beautiful.

“Why?”

Neil shrugged. “I don't know.” He was quiet for a moment. “What were you dreaming about?”

Andrew straightened, glancing around to gauge where they were. “How could you tell I was dreaming?”

“You twitch and mumbled in your sleep sometimes.”

Andrew was silent for a moment. “The first time we met.”

The silence returned, thicker but still comfortable. They were always surprised when their magic did that, pulled their thoughts in the same direction. It was almost like telepathy, but without the direct communication. Both of them could live with indirect communication, but they knew they'd go nuts with telepathy. They couldn't be that entranced in each others minds all the time.

Neil smiled. “What did you think of me?”

“That you'd be interesting, but not worth the trouble.”

“I just thought you were an asshole,” Neil said with a laugh.

“I still am,” Andrew said matter-of-factly.

Neil laughed again, and took the next off ramp down towards a truck stop.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #my writing #magic in the blood #magic user au #witch au #background chapter

[gerec]

In Defence of Professor X

Or My Spoiler-y Thoughts on everything Charles Xavier in Dark Phoenix

Previous Post: Spoiler-y Thoughts on Dark Phoenix

Also: Non Spoiler-y Thoughts on Dark Phoenix

So I came away from the movie with a lot of thoughts and feelings about Charles and his arc in Dark Phoenix, and I want to try and get them down into one (hopefully!) cohesive post. Overall, I would say that I’m fine with Charles’ role in this movie, but maybe it’s because I don’t think he’s as wrong or as bad as the other characters make him out to be (or the way the film tries to frame as his failures):

‘Charles is bad for altering Jean’s memories of the accident’ Listen folks I said this before the movie and I’ll say it again; Charles made a choice to protect Jean and I think he made the only choice he could at that time to ensure that she could eventually grow to learn to accept herself and her mutation. She’s an eight year old child with incredible telepathic and telekinetic powers, who just inadvertently caused the death of her own mother, causing her own father to be afraid of her and reject her as a lost cause. She’s already so afraid of herself and the powers she can’t control; imagine the additional guilt of knowing it was all her fault these terrible things happened? Look at how she’s reacting now as an adult woman and imagine what it would have been like for her to try and process it as a child? And also to be utterly rejected by the one parent she has left? Yes, Charles absolutely should have told her the truth when she was old enough to understand it, and it was definitely a failure on his part to not come clean in all the years between XMA and DP when Jean had a good hold of her powers and a support network in place to help her process that childhood trauma. But you can’t convince me that initial decision was superbadwrong, and everything that happened with Jean afterwards was his fault (as the movie tries to frame it); sometimes being a parent means you have to pick the least shitty option from a buffet of bad options. 

‘Charles is a politician and enjoys having a platform to spread his message of integration’

This is bad...why? Charles has achieved what he’s tried to do his whole life; to try to get humans to co-exist with mutants. He’s done what Erik and Raven have both said they wanted - for mutants to live openly without being hated and feared. Instead of (reciprocated) violence and intimidation he’s using his natural charm and his privilege and influence to promote mutants as valued members of society, and in the process the X-Men have become heroes, becoming role models for both mutants and humans. I mean it’s easy to be cynical about politicians especially given the current state of world events but I don’t see why any of what he does can/should be construed negatively? And I certainly do not see how this is entirely for his own benefit vs. for the benefit of mutants all over? Is it because he’s good at it and he maybe likes doing it? Because he was born to a life of privilege and knows how to navigate the halls of the wealthy elite? Or because it feels good and he’d rather live a life being embraced instead of hunted and hated? I guess the only legitimate way to fight for mutants and the cause is to bleed for it, or smash things and kill people I guess which leads to...

‘Charles puts the lives of his own people at risk to save humans’

I thought it was extremely ironic to hear Raven of all people reducing the X-Men to a bunch of ‘kids’ to be protected, instead of a group of adults (Quicksilver should be 37 by now if he was say 17 in DOFP, and the others at least 27) capable of making their own decisions. I wrote about it in this post here - that during the space mission Charles is constantly asking the team for their opinions on what can/can’t be done (he doesn’t force them) and letting them determine the course of action (with his encouragement yes). And the very nature of a superhero team means taking risks and saving people, human or mutant; I think the conflict here between Charles and Raven stems very naturally from how they each view the world - Raven doesn’t care about humans and demands to live in society on their (mutants’) terms while Charles wants mutants to be a part of it, and sees value in the lives of ‘both’. I personally didn’t see someone who valued humans over his own people; I saw someone who was confident in and proud of his team’s ability and their capabilities.

Other Random Thoughts

- Charles’ reaction to Raven’s death was ooc, and I don’t know if it was an acting choice on McAvoy’s part or the direction, but it came off as unfeeling and callous. We spent almost all of DOFP with Charles mourning the hole that Raven left in his life, and it was jarring to see the lack of emotion conveyed on screen. Hopefully the scene of Charles at Raven’s grave makes it back in the blu ray, to give some context to that bizarre scene in the kitchen with Hank.

- I surprisingly didn’t hate Raven in this movie, because it was clear to me that she would never see or understand (or care about) Charles’ POV or his motivation. Charles’ way is too slow, too methodical, too big picture for her, and is too inclusive of the humans in his desire to educate and lead them all down a path of coexistence. Raven feels no affinity to humans and is wholly other; Charles greatest and most effective gift is empathy. She was always going to feel constrained living with Charles’ ideals and his goals, no matter that he’s helped steer them all to a present where she’s lauded as a hero. It really would have been better for all of them if she and Hank had left and carved out a life together, though I honestly don’t know what that life would entail...

- There’s no reason to believe Charles didn’t willingly retire from the School (and change the name in honour of his daughter - because yes that what she was to him) and hand the reins over to Hank, assuming he does this after he has to fix the whole ‘humans are a constant disappointment and in fact exactly as reactive and paranoid as he knew they would be when he told Raven they were always only one disaster away from hating and hunting them again’. But being constantly unappreciated and blamed for all the ills of the world has to be exhausting, and I’m glad he hung up his cufflinks to be a farmer with Erik and live happily ever after.

- BUT ALSO CHARLES XAVIER HAS NOTHING BUT LOVE IN HIS HEART FOR ALL MUTANTS AND HIS FAMILY AND ESPECIALLY THE SISTER WHO LOVED HIM BUT NEVER CARED TO UNDERSTAND HIM AND THE DAUGHTER WHO IS THE MOST LIKE HIM OF ALL HIS STUDENTS AND HE WOULD CARVE HIS OWN HEART OUT TO MAKE HER LIFE BETTER 

#xmdp #dark phoenix #xmdp spoilers #dark phoenix spoilers #charles xavier #professor x #gerec rambles

[7deadlycinderellas]

If the summer of our lives could just come again, ch18

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 On the King’s Road

On the journey back to Winterfell, Sansa tells Shireen the whole story.

She’s a good listener, or perhaps it’s just a good story.

The weather is too terrible to camp very much. Sansa does not feel she misses much travelling in the wheelhouse this time. The few inns they pass cost a great deal, and food is stretched thin.

The two of them sleep in the wheelhouse, pressed close together as though they were sisters sharing secrets. Maybe in a way they are.

And so, these stories shared under moonlit cover, must sustain them. At least that’s how Shireen tells it.

She weeps the day that Sansa is forced to tell her how she died. She shakes her head violently.

“My father wouldn’t do that - he loves me!”

Sansa nods softly.

“Of course he does. That’s what made it so awful.”

Shireen sniffs, and wipes her eyes.

“Did it even help?”

Sansa’s heart breaks in two.

“No. Half your father’s men deserted him. Who would have thought that burning a child alive was bad for morale? He still attacked Winterfell, still tried to take down the Boltons. His remaining forces were crushed. He died later that day, executed by Lady Brienne for using the Red Woman’s black magic to kill your uncle.”

Shireen laughs through her tears.

“Maybe Ser Davos was right to take me away all those years ago.”

Sansa turns solemn. She reaches out to brush a tear off Shireen’s cheek.

“I never met you before. I only knew of you from Davos’s stories. He loved you, mourned you as if you were his own child. His very first thought when he returned with us was to get you to safety. It’s worked so far.”

Shireen slumps, and rests her head on Sansa’s shoulder.

“I used to have dreams of being burned to death in a dragon’s fire,” she says.

“Dragons are just huge beasts,” Sansa assures her, “The real most frightening monsters look just like men.”

Once Shireen’s sobs have subsided a bit, Sansa tries to cheer her up.

“Lady Brienne was the very first woman knight in the seven kingdoms.”

Shireen’s wet eyes blink in surprise.

“How?”

Sansa laughs, “Any knight can make a knight, it’s merely convention that women can’t be knights. She was knighted properly before the Long Night by Jamie Lannister, though she’d been acting the role of true knight for many years before. “

Shireen’s tears have ceased and been replaced by a confused look.

“Jamie Lannister? He’s- well, I wouldn’t call him mean, but…”

Sansa snorts.

“You can call him mean all you want. He pushed my little brother from a window- twice now. He couldn’t walk at all after the first time, and even though it wasn’t all that bad this time, he still can’t run or walk without a cane. Brienne claims he’s a good man underneath, but extracting that man is not within my skill set. Apparently the first step needed is a complete twin removal.”

Shireen sniffs.

“I never had siblings, always wondered what it was like.”

“It’s got its ups and its downs.”

Shireen suddenly purses her lips, remembering something from long ago.

“When Davos took me to Storm’s End, he said he was trying to rescue one of my cousin’s. Said in a different time he could have even been a prince. I guess that’s the closest thing I’ve got.”

Sansa cackles at the word ‘prince’,

“Oh, I am so going to tell him that Davos told you that. That was Gendry he was speaking of, one of your late uncle’s bastards. Davos got him out of King’s Landing fine, he married my younger sister.”

Shireen’s eyes go wide.

“Oh! That means we actually are family already!”

Seven hells, Sansa thought, no wonder Davos was so desperate to protect this girl.

It’s later in the journey, they’re about to cross into the North properly when it happens.

They’d been up early to get a quick start. The day was miraculously clear, and they could cover a great deal of road if it stayed that way.

Sansa had just been standing with she felt her skin prickle. She couldn’t put her finger on anything, just a sudden feeling of wrongness. She feels Lady shift at her side, picking up on her ill at ease. Rotating slowly, she managed to silently catch Brienne’s eye.

They don’t need to speak, Brienne sees her gesture with her eyes off into the tree line.

She pulls, nocks and looses her arrow silently.

All she does is graze the man, splitting the leather of his doublet and slicing the skin underneath, but the yell he lets out it enough. Brienne and the other guards can put him on the ground within a moment when he lurches from the cut on his arm, losing grip on his own bow.

They get him down easily, get his bow from him, but don’t trap his arms fast enough. He pulls the dagger from his belt and cuts his own throat.

With barely a second to think, Ned orders one of the guards to sweep the treeline and see if there was anyone else.

Looking at the man dead on the ground, Sansa feels her stomach lurch. He had been so close....She grasps Shireen’s elbow, her fingers pressed so tightly to her face that she’s left marks on the skin.

The others are arguing.

“That’s a Lannister cloak-”

“But he’s got the Baratheon colors underneath-”

“Which ones though?”

“He’s not one of Renly’s, I’ve never seen him before-”

“A sellsword? But why dress him up.”

Quietly, Sansa walks beside the man’s head, lolling back above the deep cut where his blood gushed free. His dagger has fallen from his lifeless grip.

With a wrinkle of her brow, Sansa knocks it from his hand and picks it up.

“Sansa-” Ned interrupts her, and she tests the items weight.

“He sent it with a catspaw before...to think he knew nothing of how valuable it could be. “

She turns to Ned.

“Don’t think too much on whose man he is. Likely a sellsword, they wouldn’t ask questions. The colors are probably deliberate, meant to confuse. I’m not even sure who he was targeting is important.”

Her stomach sinks with the thought. She isn’t sure herself, it could have been Father or her, or even Shireen and Brienne. She can’t picture the dead man’s sights from where he was standing. They don’t know if he was waiting, watching, or anything.

“Lord Baelish spoke often of the value of chaos. This is Valyrian steel. It was given to a paid assassin before, in an attempt on Bran’s life. I don’t think he was the one who ordered it, but it still ended up in his hand.  It did exactly what it was intended to here, it spread discord.”

“Sansa,” Ned starts, “How do you…”

She turns the dagger over in her hand.

“That’s likely what he wants, to turn us on each other, make us suspicious. He clearly didn’t pick this man for his stealth.”

Ned takes a deep breath.

“What do you suggest?”

Sansa thinks. She’s still unused to people looking to her.

“We keep going. Keep an eye open. Don’t think too hard about it.”

She finds a rag and wipes off the dagger, then tucks it into the pocket at the waist of her skirt.

“And I’ll keep a hold of this.”

 At Winterfell

During a clear day, the raven announcing Sansa and Ned’s return makes it to Winterfell. There is rejoicing. Even Robb looks relieved at the thought of being able to pass the mantle of lord back to his father.

At least by most.

Catelyn sits at the breakfast table long after most of the rest of the keep has left, and the dishes have been cleared. She sits, and thinks.

It would be a lie to say she was not overjoyed at the thought of seeing her eldest daughter again. It would also be a lie to say the thought of seeing Ned again did not fill her with an array of mixed emotions

It’s been over three years. She feels like she should have become more accustomed to things now. Like maybe she should have been able to move past the lies.

Then she hears how her other children, who have lived so many more years than they should, speak of Jon, and of their father.

They can love their brother-cousin, and still look at their father, knowing he lied to them about Jon for so many years. Why can’t she?

Her reverie is broken by the sound of her second youngest re-entering the Great Hall. Bran walks carefully back up to the table, and sits roughly, reaching under the bench to retrieve his cane where he’d left it.

“I nearly made it all the way out to the training yard this time,” he admits to her. He’d managed to lose the last cane somewhere, and when Gendry had given him this one, he’d threatened to ram the next one through the back of his hand if he lost this one.

“Is it easier in the morning?”

Bran nods.

“Sometimes. The ache doesn’t really start up until I’ve stressed it more than a bit.”

Catelyn feels a rush of tenderness at her son’s attitude.

“I know the gods have given you quite a burden to bear.”

Bran laughs.

“The gods didn’t do this me, Jamie Lannister did.”

He doesn’t tell her how small of a burden it seems this time, how his last life he had spent certain he would never do any great deeds like he had dreamed of as a child, never marry, never have a family and likely die alone.

Catelyn raises an eyebrow at him.

“I never took you for one to deny the power of the gods.”

“Given my own experiences, I have grown fairly sure that they must exist, but doubtful that they are at all concerned with us.”

Catelyn looks like she’s going to open her mouth to object to Bran’s irreverence again, so he changes the subject, to what he recognizes is likely troubling her.

“You’re worried about seeing Father again, aren’t you?”

Catelyn nods softly, not seeing the point in denying it. Bran had always been the kindest of the Stark children, the most empathetic. It made sense that he would be able to read it all over her face.

There’s a long moment before Bran responds,

“It was like that for us at the beginning too. We were all so excited to see you again, but we were terrified. Worried about how you would react. “

“I’m not concerned with how you’re father will react-”

Bran cuts her off.

“Wondering whether he felt any guilt at all about the lies he had told.”

Bran looks thoughtful for a time. Catelyn had often seen the ghost of the years in his sister’s eyes, but she’s seen it on him far less often.

“Believe me Mother, I’ve known plenty of guilt about actions in the past that I couldn’t change. Forgiveness is an incredible gift if you’re willing to give it.;

He leans over the end of the bench to hug her.

“You’re allowed to still be angry with him. None of us hold it against you, most of us were angry at him when we found out, at least for a little while. The question is whether or not you want to still be angry at him.”

Bran pulls himself up and rests his cane on the ground.

“You should think on it before they get home. Father always said he did his best thinking in the Godswood. It’s clear today, and no one will bother you there.”

Catelyn doesn’t respond to his suggestion before Jojen sticks his head into the hall and tells Bran that one of his ravens has returned, and with a gesture of his cut hands explained that the bird was “rather insistent” that it’s message be read with haste.

It’s barely a few more minutes before she decides that his suggestion is a good one.

The Godswood is a bit alien to Catelyn still, its pools and ancient woods a part of a faith which is not hers. But it is peaceful, and empty. Sitting below the weirwood, she can pray, undisturbed by anyone but Gray Wind who trots by. Her furs are thick, and blanket her from the biting cold.

She thinks to pray for the ability to forgive Ned, but what she actually prays for is her own forgiveness.

She prays to the Mother, to the Maiden too, and once more, to the Crone. She’s not sure who will respond to her pleas. She wonders which of them would touch Jon, which of them might soften his heart. She knows that emotions are usually considered the domain of the Mother, but would he be touched by her, when the woman who acted as his own mother had been so cold?

She’s been out for maybe an hour or two when her peace is interrupted by Arya.

“Sorry Mother, there’s a letter come for you- it’s from Aunt Lysa.”

Oh dear, she thinks, this can’t be good news. Sansa had been rather light on the details about Lysa, but none suggested that Catelyn’s sister is doing well at all.

 Over the Wall

The weirwoods all speak the language, and their roots go deep. Rowan teaches Jon, that they all speak to each other, in their own way.

“Despite this, there is still the effect of distance. A voice spoken on one end of the continent will reach a voice on the other, but it may not be true in strength.”

“So if I ask one if another one…”

“You will get an answer, but it may not be as complete or accurate as if you asked one right here.”

The trees of the far flung north are screaming. The night king is gathering his army. The trees don’t call him that, the name they call him doesn’t translate well. All of the dead, are to the trees ‘other’, and their king is THE other, the great one. The trees don’t know what he’s doing.

“He’s trying to get past the wall,” Ygritte tells him, “Same as us.”

Jon spares a glance to Rowan. She had told him before that after joining with Gilly and the others, their group had sought out and destroyed a horn that Mance Ryder and his men had been seeking, believing it to be the legendary horn of winter, which could bring down the wall.

“That does seem likely,” she concedes, “Seeing as the others are aiming to bring about a winter that will never end, that they would seek the other sides of the continent.”

“They can’t get over the wall,” Jon says, with firmness, “The stories are always that there were enchantments upon it. And whether or not that’s true-”

Rowan chuckles to herself, and Jon rolls his eyes. All the things she has shown him and he stills feels the urge to doubt any words speaking of magic.

Some time later, Jon asks her.

“My brother Bran...he said that the raven never finished teaching him because they were forced to flee this cave.”

Rowan nods.

“The night king touched your brother while he was in a vision. Because of this, he could find your brother, could pursue him wherever he went. That was how he found this place.”

Her eyes turn faraway, in a way they often do when speaking of her fallen brothers and sisters.

“I have often questioned why Brynden Rivers seemed to not think it worthwhile to explain to him the reasons for the rules he gave your brother, and their importance. That he would just take him at his word and not question.”

Like they had said before, Jon thought, Bran was young. Might be he might not have even listened. Anyone who had ever had any sort of interaction with children should have known better.

He breaches the subject he’s been thinking on for much of the time in this cave.

“Rowan...do you think you are really the last child of the forest? Like, there is no one else in the world- I mean, I don’t imagine your kind could have children with humans, but there are giants and other types…”

Rowan lets her eyes fall upon the ground, her ears drooping.

“No. Even if I were still in my child bearing years...Even if I tried, I will be the last. I may die in the battle that is coming, I may live another hundred years...but I will be the last.”

There is pain in her words, pain that cuts Jon deeply.

“My sister had a child,” she continues, “A young son. I haven’t seen either of them...they are gone now of course.”

Later in the day, while they have paused their lessons, Jon takes Ygritte aside. Rowan is helping the others mix some of the green moss into a thin broth they’d made of the bones of a hare Ygritte had caught earlier that week.

“Can you come with me to the weirwood? I’d rather not do this with Rowan around.”

She looks at him curiously, opening her mouth as though she wants to mock, but holds it in.

She lets some of it out during the walk. The rest of the time, she talks about what the other wildlings had been planning to do to get past the wall themselves.

“Really? You were going to try and climb it? You’re mad, the lot of you.”

“We’d have done it too.”

She wrinkles her nose, deep in thought.

“We would have gone over it, I wonder if anyone’s ever tried to tunnel under it.”

That gives Jon pause.

“That...would take a great deal of effort and work. Don’t think you could do it without being noticed.”

Ygritte shrugs.

“Guess we ought to be glad that the dead aren’t strong as giants.”

They reach the weirwood, and Jon sits by its side, Ygritte off on the other end of the cave opening, trying not to stare.

He asks the tree of his home, of Winterfell.

The words he gets back are immediate, they are coming from Winterfell now, not past. To his surprise, the first thing it speaks of is Lady Catelyn. Jon knew she was a very devout follower of the Seven, and he had never seen her in the Godswood. Yet, she is still there to pray. The fine lines on her face are deeper now, and Jon is suddenly hit with the realization that his siblings must have told her about their past lives too.

To Jon’s shock, the feeling he is overcome with from the trees words is her guilt. She is both praying for serenity in her own heart, to be able to let go of her anger, and for someone else to let go of their own. Her prayers are softly spoken aloud, but the trees can read her face as easily as Jon would read a book.

With a rush, he realizes she is thinking of him. He is quiet when they return to the camp, even when Ygritte tried to rile him up by pulling his curls straight and letting them go.

“Tree got your tongue?” she asks.

He cranes his head over his shoulder to look at her.

“Have you ever had someone treat you unfairly for so long that it actually threw you that they might feel guilty about it?”

Ygritte furrows her brow.

“Who did you asks that tree about?”

“I asked it to show me my home, and it showed me...Lady Catelyn, my father’s wife.”

“Your father’s-”

“I grew up a bastard, and she never once let me forget it.”

“That’s not very motherly,” Ygritte admits, “Though I guess I can sort of see her perspective. You southerners basically blame women for the smallest of weaknesses and yet expect them to forgive men of all of them. Maybe it just finally hit her that you weren’t at fault.”

Jon pulls his knees up to his chest.

“But why couldn’t she have seen that when I was still at Winterfell?”

Ygritte leans over and rubs the tip of her nose softly against a soft spot she’d found behind his ear.

“Jon Snow, you’re a man grown now. Don’t trouble yourself by the thoughts of someone so far away. If she wants you to forgive her, she can ask when she sees you again.”

Jon wraps an arm around her, taking her in, with her rough furs and crooked teeth.

“I wonder what Lady Catelyn would say if I tried to bring you home?”

“Probably some of that fainting you insist Southern women are so fond of doing.”

Jon’s dreams that night are troubled. They start with mostly memories, twisted ones, of Lady Catelyn’s scoldings and admonitions from his childhood. Her words, once just cold and stern, turn venomous and hateful. Then suddenly, her mouth becomes a black hole and Jon shakes himself awake.

Then his dreams shift to his last conversation with uncle Benjen before they had left for the wall. He sees his uncles face, and then it turns dark, cold, and twisted. His misshapen head tilts back, and he screams.

Jon wakes again, and lies there, Ygritte snoring an inch away, and hopes with all his heart that his dreams aren’t prophetic like people speak of.

#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #gendrya #jongritte #fic #time travel fix it

[yodawgiherd]

Bit Tied Up at the Moment

Rating: E

>>>Read on AO3<<<

A/N: First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for the recent feedback I've gotten, all the kudos/comments/asks, stuff like that. I know that I sound a bit like a broken record at this point, but I really do appreciate every single one, and probably wouldn't be here without them by now. So thank you! This chapter was created in the span of about two weeks, and since I kept adding tidbits here and there, it in the end stretched over 10k words. Life is fun sometimes. If a (way too) long smut with (unnecessary) buildup, is your thing, then enjoy!

In other news, I'm leaving for about two weeks today, so I won't be much around social media while getting the much-needed fresh air. Keep being awesome while I'm gone! And see you guys after.

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Sometimes, it’s important to take a step back and look at the bigger picture, realize what choices and paths were taken in order to get where you are today. Retrospective helps, after all. Having nothing better to do, in the situation she found herself in, incapacitated as she was, Mikasa took a moment to reminisce and do just that. So how does one get naked, well almost, tied to the bed, so tightly that she couldn’t move a muscle, blindfolded, and with her boyfriend doing god knows what devilry just a few feet away, only heightening the tension that was already thick in the air. She tried adjusting her position a bit, but was unable to, as the cuffs held her really, really fast, her own fault, since she was the one urging Eren to tighten her bindings because she’s a strong independent woman, isn’t she?

“C’ mon, I can handle it.”, she said back then, full of confidence, frowning at him.

Eren, who with his hair hanging around his face did look so hot that Mikasa would most likely just jump him if she wasn’t restrained, was unsure, however, reaching over to smooth a strand of raven hair from her face, a feat she was unable to do by herself anymore, as her hands were tied.

“Really?”

She snorted.

“Totally. This isn’t our first time doing it, not by far, so go ahead and pull those bad boys as tight as you can.”

Shaking his head, he fulfilled her wish, albeit his fingers still swept over her wrists and ankles both, making sure that he isn’t cutting into her blood circulation. A feat that was virtually impossible with the type of binding they were using, but Mikasa appreciated the sentiment, nonetheless.

“Right then.”, moving over to stand next to where her head was, Eren pulled out the blindfold from the back pocket of his jeans, smiling down at his helpless, and very excited, victim. “I need to finish some things up, and don’t want you peeking. Ready to go blind?”

As ever.

“Bring it on.”

It wasn’t long since the world went dark, just about five minutes, but every second felt like an hour. Mikasa was definitely looking forward whatever Eren was cooking up, and patience regarding her sexual satisfaction was never her strong suit in the first place, a fact that her lover just loved abusing. Well, nothing she could do now. At least the bindings didn’t bite into her skin since the leather was nicely soft, and she was wearing both gloves and stockings to protect her to a degree anyway, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t secure. Rolling her eyes up to look at the ceiling, or rather somewhere where she assumed the ceiling was, as the blindfold worked perfectly and the only thing she could see was absolute darkness.

So, where did this all begin?

In the morning, of course. Mikasa woke up all nice and rested, rolling over to be met with the radiant green gaze she adored. Eren gave her a smile, head propped on an elbow, giving her all sorts of sinful thoughts first thing in the morning. Bad influence, really. On his part, Eren wasn’t faring much better, having trouble getting his brain to work at all. Eren always thought of himself as a rather clever person, but Mikasa could just make him lose his head on a moment’s notice, such magical was the hold she had on him and his cognitive abilities. She was looking as beautiful as always, but in addition to that, she was sporting the cutest bedhead ever, making him feel like looking at her equaled staring right into the sun. That bedhead was honestly part of the reason why he loved watching her wake up every morning he could, that thing should be illegal. The way her hair stood all around her face, giving her a little halo of her own, did resemble the sun. His own perfect star, one he was so lucky to have.

“Slept well?”, he asked, doing his best to snap out of the admiration trance.

“It was okay. Much better than a few days back, when I woke up in the middle of the night once, feeling like someone was choking me.”

His grin got wider.

“Choking you, huh?”

“Ass.”, reaching over, she poked him in the chest, “Not the good kind you do, the one that’s done by someone actually trying to hurt you.”

Seeing him still snickering, her frown deepened.

“Was probably just you snoring that woke me anyway.”

“I don’t snore!”

“Sure you don’t.”

Sticking out the tip of her tongue at him, Mikasa felt rightfully avenged and sat up to stretch her sleep-sore muscles, still feeling Eren’s eyes on her body. Not much of a surprise, as they ogled each other rather often, but it took some time getting used to. At the early stages of their relationship, when either of them caught the other during it they usually blushed like crazy and looked right away. Now, however, when she met Eren’s gaze, he just winked at her knowingly.

“Planning something today?”

She shook her head.

“Not anything special, no. Wanted to go for a run, but in this heat, I think I'll just take the bike down to Levi’s gym, use the treadmill there. Don’t wanna cook myself.”, she narrowed her eyes at him, “Why are you asking?”

“I wanted to go shopping today, so I was wondering if you’d like to join me.”, Eren shrugged, “But it’s fine if you don’t feel like it.”

“Please, why wouldn’t I want to spend time with you? I’ll gladly go.”, getting up from the bed, she turned back towards him, “When are we leaving?”

“Someone’s full of energy.”, following her example, he got up himself, as he had to anyway, “I got a meeting scheduled, one I don’t wanna miss, so how about I’ll go attend it, you can go for your treadmill run, and we meet up later?”

A good plan, one Mikasa could get behind. Breakfast later, some delicious sandwiches that they made together, she was speeding her bike down the road to the gym, the sun climbing to its peak over her head. Levi’s grumpiness was just about fifty percent of the usual levels, for some reason, so it was also a delight to interact with her lovely brother. Meanwhile, Eren had his own problems on the other side of the town.

“I did look over the plans, but I still need a bit more time to figure things out.”, Zackly said, giving him an apologetic smile. “Got the other stuff you wanted though, even with the adjustments.”

Reaching under the counter, he pulled out a large box, sliding it over to Eren, who immediately opened it, inspecting the contents. Picking up one weird looking toy, he arched an eyebrow at it.

“How does this thing even work?”

The shop owner shrugged.

“Not sure, but there’s a manual included with everything. You can pick up on some light reading.”

“Will do.”

Chuckling, Eren closed the box, satisfied. He nodded at Zackly.

“Let me know when you get the time to finish the drafts, okay?”

“If the wife lets me. She’s always like, Darius, why don’t you spend more time with your family? Darius, you know that we had the reservation! Stuff like that.”, he sighed, “The worst thing is, I know that she’s right.”

“Women tend to do that, most of the time.”, reaching over the counter, Eren put a supportive hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Hang in there buddy.”

“I’ll do my best. See you Eren, have fun with the new toys.”

“Oh don’t you worry about that, we most certainly will.”

With the last wave, he was out of the door, just in time for Zackly’s phone to begin ringing. Checking the screen, he was not surprised in the least to see his wife’s name there. Ah shit, here we go again. Picking up, he steeled himself for another barrage that was sure to follow.

Finding Eren in the mall was easy enough. Sneaking up on him was a bit harder, but Mikasa managed nonetheless, jumping on her prey and covering his eyes with her hands, grinning victoriously.

“Guess who?”

Eren staggered but didn’t fall, much to his credit.

“Oof, such a strong grip, there’s only one person in the whole world that has it.”, he faked a surprised gasp, “Jean, I told you that we must keep our love secret! If Mikasa finds out she’s going to kill us both!”

Gasping herself, she took a step back, putting her hands on her hips and watching her fiancé turn around with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Really? Jean? You’d really compare me to someone you dislike so much?”

“I do not dislike him. Jean Kirstein is my very good friend, as I was ordered to stop fighting with him by my beautiful, not intimidating or scary in the least, girlfriend. Therefore, in order to keep my body intact, we are best buds.”

“Of course, until one of you gets the five-year-old fit again, and you are back to being mortal enemies for a week.”

Eren just shrugged.

“It’s nice having a rival.”

“Rival in what exactly?”, Mikasa shook her head, not understanding the relationship those two dorks had at all, “Really, you make your life sound like some Japanese anime.”

“Must be your influence, you are the only representative of the hentai master race in my life.”

“You know what? I’m not even going to answer that. Now let’s do some actual shopping before I bite your head off.”

As it is important to keep your head, Eren had no complaints about her order. Neither of them was really much of a shopaholic, but it was fun to just spend the time together, and Mikasa did pick up a few things that caught her eye.

“Swimming trunks?”, she arched an eyebrow at Eren, who was going through the collection and trying to find a pattern he liked. “Don’t you have some already?”

“I used to.”, he explained, “But you tore them during our last holiday. Don’t remember?”

“Oh, those…”, she did remember, the memory bringing a bit of color into her cheeks. Damn, but that was a good time. They went to some tropical island in the Pacific and It was the first time she got to see the ocean, with her own eyes, in all its glory, the endless waves and salty water scaring her at the start, but it slowly crept under her skin, and before she realized it Mikasa was already missing that big blue thing. Eren also used to make fun of her for the sound she made when the water first touched her feet, the “Eeek!” being apparently so adorable that it etched into his brain. They should go again, sometime soon.

As she had a brand new bikini herself, Mikasa set off to find something she was missing, or rather desired, leaving Eren to ponder his choice of new swimwear. A dress, some sandals, and even a new pair of fingerless padded gloves for her workouts. It was in the shop where she found these, a sport-oriented one, that the interesting thing happened. Coming back after paying for the gloves, Mikasa found Eren staring at the wall, a thing that he usually didn’t do, as far as she knew. Not sure what this was about, she tapped him on the shoulder, getting his attention with a raised eyebrow.

“What are you doing?”

“Me? Just staring at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”, he answered, swinging his vision back towards the wall, “How can she be so cute, just look at her.”

Mentally preparing for whatever joke this was supposed to be, she followed his eyes with her own, only to find herself staring at nothing else but herself. Well, a rather large version that is. Plastered all over the wall, there was a photo of her, the upper half of her body to be exact, dressed in her workout attire and staring forward with a determined expression, photographed in the middle of tightening one of her gloves. That wasn’t all. Just a few meters to the left, she was shown stretching her arm, a faint smile on her lips. Apparently, Mikasa Ackerman was the shop’s flavor of the month.

“So pretty…”, Eren sighed next to her, the smile on his face suggesting just how much he was enjoying the situation.

Mikasa had no idea what to say. She knew that the photos of her taken at the studio are obviously going somewhere, and she saw a number of magazines with herself already, but this was the first time that she witnessed anyone putting her on the wall as a decoration. It was surely flattering, but also kinda weird, looking at yourself, and Mikasa found herself rather flustered, especially with Eren snickering right next to her. Well then, let’s see how he likes having the game turned around.

“Would you look at that.”, she said, “How many people do you think sees this daily?”

“Ehm, I dunno… A few hundred?”, Eren looked around, “It’s a big shop.”

“Hundreds of people, staring at my body, day by day…”, Mikasa clicked her tongue, “That’s a lot, isn’t it?”

Eren’s eyes narrowed as he watched her.

“What are you implying, exactly?”

“Nothing.”, Mikasa’s smile was the essence of innocence, “But look, you can see the line of my back on the picture, the one that you say you love so much. And here, there’s the beginning of my abs. You know, I wonder, do other people also look at me and think how it would feel to run their hands over those things? To kiss them maybe?”

“I know exactly what you’re trying to do, you’re trying to make me jealous.”, Eren whispered, voice dropping an octave lower, “But you can’t, it’s just a picture,”, reaching out, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling Mikasa much closer than before,  “I have the real thing.”

“Of course, just a picture, nothing else.”, she agreed readily, “But there’s so many of them, all the magazines and stuff, you think anyone ever did the good old one-two to them?”

The grip on her waist tightened.

“Did you just make me imagine someone masturbating to your photos babe?”, Eren growled right into her ear, the vibrations seeming to travel right through her spine.

“What if I did?”, she whispered right back, defiant.

“Then I suggest we should pack it up and go home. I have some….hmm.. training to do.”

Bingo.

“Then we better go, wouldn’t want you to miss that.”

Done with talking, Eren grabbed a hold of her hand, definitely a bit more firm than usual, and set a brisk pace back towards the car, jaw clenched. Matching his tempo, Mikasa couldn’t help but feel the anticipation inside her rising, because as worked up as he was, whatever he was about to do to her, it should be pretty damn worth it. Bless whoever decided that her face is the best option for that sportswear shop’s wall, really.

Even the drive home was a tease, since Eren kept one hand on Mikasa’s knee, all possessive suddenly, playing with the hem of her skirt but never actually dipping his finger underneath it. It wasn’t until they parked in the garage that she noticed the rather large box he pulled out of the trunk, giving her a pause.

“What’s that?”, she wanted to know, not sure if he perhaps bought something for himself when she wasn’t looking, because she couldn’t remember seeing this box before.

“A surprise.”, was all Eren offered, not bothering to explain it any further before once again taking hold of her hand and pulling the raven inside.

Whatever the magic box was, Eren just took it upstairs, acting like nothing happened, save for the all-knowing smirk that was driving Mikasa nuts. Only after everything they bought was properly put away, he did take her to the bedroom, where the thing was sitting on the dresser, all innocent-like.

“You’re probably wondering what I got for you in the small box of wonders.”, Eren pointed at the mystery-shrouded object, “Don’t you?”

Honestly, she was totally on the edge of her imaginative seat, but he didn’t need to know that now, did he. Doing her best to appear indifferent, she just shrugged.

“A little bit.”, Mikasa admitted, playing it cool. “And the box isn’t really small, it’s pretty big.”

But judging from Eren’s expression, he saw right through her.

“Good point. Anyway, I’ll need you to close your eyes for me love, no peeking. It would spoil the surprise.”

Rolling her eyes about the in her opinion completely unnecessary dramatic flair, she did as he asked, hiding her grey orbs behind their respective lids.

“There. Happy?”

A kiss appeared on her cheek, right on her scar.

“Very much so, thank you babe.”

Eyes closed, Mikasa was left to tap her foot impatiently while Eren rummaged in the admittedly big box of wonders, looking for something. Apparently finding it, he came closer, the desire in her to cheat and crack an eye open increasing with every step he took. But she held herself back and was rewarded with her lover reaching up to wrap something around her neck, the gentle hug of leather very familiar on her skin.

“All right, you can look.”

But opening her eyes, Mikasa couldn’t really see any change, apart from his grin growing wider, because whatever he gave her was firmly holding on her throat, out of the view. It was easy to guess that it was a collar, as she had vast experience with having one, but what was so special about it? It took Eren about ten seconds before he realized that she actually can't see whatever the improvement was, and as soon as he did he stepped aside, letting her approach the full-length mirror they had in the bedroom, finally letting her inspect the new piece she received.

It did look similar to those that they already had, but there were some obvious differences. The most obvious ones were the letters, made in silvery metal, at the front of the thing, spelling nothing else but her own name. They were big, the kind that was attached one by one, taking up most of the space there, save for the ring to attach the leash to, in between the K and A in Mikasa. Another thing she noticed, there was no adjusting this collar, it had only one buckle, and sat perfectly on her neck, which meant that it was made specifically for her, as the name would have suggested anyway.

“What do you think?”

“What do I think?”, she repeated Eren’s question, fingers running over the cool metal of the letters, which felt really pleasurable to the touch, “What else would I think, other than I love it! It’s amazing!”

“Really?”, Eren could feel a bit of weight falling from his shoulder, as he was rather unsure if she would actually appreciate this. He didn’t know if having a personalized collar was Mikasa’s thing, and couldn’t really ask without spoiling the surprise, but was glad that she liked it. He did have another one ready, if she didn’t, one that spelled Kitten instead of her name, a bit more neutral in Eren’s opinion and not that different, as both words had six letters, but if she liked this one, the other could very well wait. After all, he was the one who gave her the choking dreams, caused by him doing his best to measure her neck, as gently as he could without waking her up because as Darius said, the numbers needed to be exact if he wanted the collar to fit perfectly. But seeing her as happy as she was with the gift, it was totally worth it, and also the time to strike the iron while it was hot.

“I got some other pieces that go well with the collar.”, Eren offered, “Not that I’m any kind of fashion specialist, unlike you, but…

“Just show me.”, she interrupted him, impatient for once. But Eren was having none of it.

“Not yet, first we have to take care of a certain pressing matter. Your rude teasing at the mall.”

“Ow, come now, you’re not going to be upset about such a little thing, are you?”

“Upset? No, not at all…”, the predatory smile that he had, Mikasa knew that one very well, “But I do believe that you were a bad, bad girl, so I need to discipline you. Punishment is in order.”

Punishment? For what? A few words? Hardly fair, yet she was not in the mood to argue about it, especially now that she got a shiny new collar, just setting the mood for a little bit of bottoming on her part.

“If you think that It will help….”, she let the end of the sentence hang in the air, letting Eren take the lead, just as he wanted. Crossing the distance to the bed, he sat down, motioning for her to come over.

“I think that I’ll go with some classic, no need to be creative right off the bat.”, seeing her nod, as Mikasa was on board with anything really, Eren continued, “A spanking should do you good.”

Mikasa was not spanked as a child, as Levi never touched her, so the whole concept still seemed a bit alien to her, but she wouldn’t complain. Eren, on the other hand, received his healthy dose during childhood, the unruly child that he was before his father’s demise, often leaving Carla no other option. Now was not the time to think about that, however, as this spank was not much about the punishment, but more about the fact that they both enjoyed it. Taking Mikasa’s hand in hers and guiding her to lay across his lap, so he would have easy access to the area of intended disciplinary action, Eren pulled up her skirt, exposing that perfectly toned ass that he simply adored.

“How many slaps do you think are an adequate punishment?”

“None?” , Mikasa tried, looking at him over her shoulder.

“For such a brat like you? Nah, that won’t do.”

“One then?”

“I think I’ll make it ten. With you counting, of course.”

Removing her underwear, as it would dampen the impact, not because he just enjoyed having her naked, totally, Eren raised his hand, looking down at his victim.

“Ready?”

She nodded.

“Bring it on.”

The slap was way harder than she anticipated, making Mikasa cry out. Eren was not holding back, that was for sure. Yet as always, beneath the pain there was the pleasure she craved, seeping into her lower belly, making the situation actually enjoyable, despite the sting.

“One.”, she counted as ordered.

The ten hits were slow, hard, and smartly placed, as Eren had quite an experience with disciplining her. Exactly the way Mikasa enjoyed. By the time they got to the last one, she had tears in her eyes, not bothering to hold her cries in. There really was no need to do that. With the punishment done, her ass stung like hell, red from the beating, but Eren did let her stand up, not breaking his word. Back on her feet, Mikasa wiped the tears away, waiting for whatever was about to follow, pleasurably sore in the right places. And the night was only starting.

With that out of the way, it was time to move on. Pulling out the harness he got, Eren handed it over to Mikasa, who stared at it with a question in her teary eyes.

“What’s this for?”

“It’s for you.”, Eren pointed out, “To wear.”

Inspecting the individual parts, connected to each other, it finally seemed to click for her, yet she remained unconvinced.

“Wear? But it’s just leather belts, it doesn’t cover anything.”

Eren couldn’t help but smile.

“Isn’t that kind of the point?”

Agreeing that he was right, Mikasa shed her normal clothes, everything save for the new collar, and with Eren’s help managed to put the thing on. It was a bit confusing at the what goes where part, but they made it, so she was left to inspect herself in the mirror, frowning. It was weird. While the black leather looked good in contrast with her porcelain skin, the fact that the harness was literally just belts did look a bit goofy. It framed her breasts, went down around her stomach and ended up at the top of Mikasa’s thighs, not hiding anything from view. Really, not a thing, which meant that Eren did notice that little change on her body she did recently.

“You shaved?”, noticing the lack of the usually trimmed stripe of hair she kept above her most private region, one he was quite acquainted with.

“Yes. You mind?”

Eren snorted.

“Not really no. As far as I’m concerned, you can shave what you want baby, and life is change.”

Taking a step back Eren looked her up and down, nodding to himself.

“Looks good.”

Well sure, the harness did fit with the collar, but they were both black leather, so it wasn’t that much of a miraculous surprise. Other than that, she just still felt… naked, albeit it was no problem as only Eren was in the room, but still. He must have noticed her scrunched nose because he was quick to continue.

“However, we can make it even better.”

“With what?”

“Wardrobe like yours, I’ll find something.”, not discouraged, Eren did a quick sweep of her stuff, and soon returned with two more articles of clothing. The stockings and elbow-long gloves, both made from latex, black, of course, stuff she usually wore for her nurse roleplay.

“Let me help.”, Eren offered, knowing that the stockings especially were a bit of pain to put on, tight as hell, although the way Mikasa looked while wearing them made it totally worth it, “Sit down on your beautiful ass and give me your right leg if you please.”

More than happy with his assistance, she did as told, carefully as her butt still stung, extending her right leg, which Eren took a gentle hold of.

“Black toenails.”, he observed, pressing a playful kiss to the instep, “Classic.”

“This makes me feel like in that one fairytale.”, Mikasa said, watching as he began rolling the dark flexible material over her toes and up.

“Indeed, you are my fetish Cinderella.”, snapping the top of the stocking against her upper thigh Eren nodded to himself again, satisfied with both his work and the sound that action made.

“Which would make you a Prince Charming then.”, she sighed, extending her other leg as Eren was done with the first one, “Not sure that I’m happy with that.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Legs done, he helped her with the gloves too, and now most of Mikasa’s body was covered in black, much to her satisfaction. It is the best color, after all, one that most of the stuff she likes has, like night, darkness, or dark chocolate. And it’s shiny too. Picking up two pairs of cuffs after, Eren attached one to each of her wrists and ankles, an action she didn’t question as she was fully expecting to be tied up at some later point of the evening.

“Feedback?”

Mikasa rolled her shoulders, stretched her legs, feeling the tight confines of the latex, searching for any discomfort that she could report to her clothing assistant.

“The harness feels a bit loose.”, she admitted, “Especially in contrast to the other things.”

“No worries, I’ll fix it.”

Reaching behind her, Eren played with the buckles a bit, and Mikasa could feel the way the belts tightened, most noticeable on the ones on her chest, which were now squeezing her breasts from the sides. It felt pretty good; all things considered.

“Better?”

“A lot.”

Okay, now she was squeezed on all sides, and the outfit wasn’t bad, far from it, but still, she didn’t feel completely sold at it. Definitely not as much as Eren, who was having his expression of “I could die now, and I’d go as a happy man”. Turning and twisting, she did try to see herself from his point of view but came up short. The whole thing just felt like a discount catsuit, without the heels and the material in the middle, although she might be a bit biased on that matter as she totally loved the catsuit, to date a favorite part of her wardrobe. It was just like being tied up in the shibari way, an activity that Eren got rather skilled in as he had plenty of practice, only instead of ropes it was leather belts, that was about it.

“You still don’t get it, do you.”, Eren spoke up, sensing her doubts once more. He was kinda good at that, after all their time together. Coming to stand behind Mikasa, he gently directed her body until she was full on facing the mirror, with him in the background, not much more than a shadow.

“I’ll make you see.”, he whispered, “I’ll show you just how beautiful you are like this, how perfect, no one else in the world looks so great like you do right now.”

“Please I…”

“Shush, just listen.”, Eren interrupted her, “Look into the mirror, and I want you to really see yourself, your body, take in every detail, every curve, every inch.”, his hands dropped to her waist and below, caressing the upper part of her thighs left uncovered by the stockings, “Your legs, so amazingly long and shaped, made even better by how tightly encased they are, making those facts stand out for anyone who would care to look.”, fingers moving up, Eren began making small circles on Mikasa’s hipbones, while in the same time the tone of his voice moved down, becoming the raspy whisper she heard him using only during times like these, “And above them, what do we have? Your hips, the curve of them just breathtaking, only topped by the one of your ass, but I got that thing naked and pressed right against me right now, so you’ll understand that I’m not giving that feeling up to show you. “, moving up again, this time his fingers were tracing the shapes of her stomach muscles, “Now do I even have to tell you just how otherworldly those are? I feel like I’m repeating myself, but the facts stand. No one in the world has a sexier stomach than you baby. No one.”

Normally, Mikasa would most likely protest against such cheesiness, tell him to shut up or something, but what was the point of doing that right now? All Eren wanted to do was make her feel beautiful, appreciated, and he was fulfilling that goal rather efficiently. The warm and fuzzy feeling was spreading from underneath her belly to the whole body, as she relaxed into his arms, letting her head fall back on Eren’s shoulder, watching herself as instructed through half-lidded eyes. You know what, maybe this outfit wasn’t that bad after all. Meanwhile, Eren’s fingers moved again, this time to her chest, playing with the supple flesh.

“And those puppies, literally the cutest breasts possible.”, circling her understandably aroused nipples, he sighed in delight as she moaned, his trained touch rather pleasurable, “Just the right size to fit in my hands, perky, firm, and so perfectly sensitive, I adore them.”

Eren used to get lost in just doing this, touching this fascinating area of Mikasa’s body, and for some reason, he never seemed to grow bored of the activity. Must be the male genes and their eternal love for boobs. But right now, he had a plan, so reluctantly abandoning her chest, his hands moved upwards once more.

“You have a really nice neck, graceful, but I’ll admit that I do like it collared much more.”, Eren’s long fingers wrapped around her throat, not squeezing, just taking more of a dominant hold on her body, “Gives it a nice touch. And now that you have a personal one, you don’t even have to take it off, do you?”

It was obviously a question meant for her, yet it took Mikasa a few seconds to understand that, her mind in quite a different place right now. Swallowing to get some moisture to her throat, she could feel the leather a bit firmer now, reminder that it was there.

“No sir.”, she finally managed to whisper back, an answer that seemed to please him.

“That’s my kitten. My beautiful, perfect kitten. You have no idea how much I love you baby.”

Now all this talk about love was great and all, but what about some physical love? Eren was groping her for some time now, and it had certain effects on her, mostly manifested by a thin sheen of sweat on her skin and increased wetness between her legs. Honestly, she was just an inch away from touching herself, hands twitching where they were at her sides, a fact that didn’t escape Eren’s eyes, as he could be really observant if he wanted to.

“Sir, I..”, she tried pleading, only to be cut off again.

“Not yet Miki, let me finish first. Then I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

With a sigh, she nodded, forcing her hands to remain idle, while his repositioned again, touching her face.

“You know, I think that I just lied to you. I said that your breasts are the cutest things in the world, but now that I think about it, your face might be even cuter. Just seeing it makes me so happy I could burst.”, he began touching her individual features, one by one, “Your almond shaped eyes, tiny nose, pouty lips, those shiny strands of midnight hair, everything together and set in the canvas of the snow white skin…. How could someone see it and not fall for you on the spot?”

A good question, one that neither of them had the time or will to ponder right now.

“One last thing I want to show you.”, Eren continued, “But first I need to make sure that you won’t misbehave.”

Demonstrating one of many uses of the harness she was wearing right now, Eren took hold of her hands and simply used the cuff’s metal clips to click them closed around the small circles that connected the harness together, in the place where Mikasa’s legs met her body. Just like that, so simply, her hands were tied to her upper thighs, just below her waist. And he was left to work in peace. Moving his own hands again, one went back up to Mikasa’s throat, keeping her head straight, while the other dipped its fingers into her mouth.

“Suck.”, he ordered, and she obeyed, treating those digits as if they were a certain other part of Eren’s body, one that was getting harder and harder to ignore for him, straining in the confines of his pants against the so beautifully reddened flesh of Mikasa’s bare ass, “You remember how many times I told you that the face you make while coming is totally adorable? Well, it’s time you see it for yourself.”

With that, he pulled them out, moving down over all the previously caressed areas of her body, until he reached his destination between her legs, tracing the wet slit with the tips of his equally moisturized fingers.

“I want you to see everything, so don’t close your eyes.”, he whispered into her ear, and dipped in, easily pushing past the entrance and inside her, enjoying the moan she let out.

“It’s embarrassing to think that while I so nicely described everything I love about you,”, Eren continued in the low growl, his voice almost feverish, “that I would forget about your pussy.”, spreading her open, the pink lips glistening, he went on, “So pretty, just like the rest of you, but real beauty comes when I’m inside you. Nothing else in the world would feel like you do. The heat, the tightness, the strength you have down there.”, Eren’s fingers were increasing in tempo, while his palm began rubbing Mikasa’s swollen clit, the way of pleasuring her she enjoyed the most and the one he perfected over countless tries. It was hard to keep her eyes open through it all, but she fought back against the instincts that were telling her to close them and enjoy the show, knowing that Eren was watching her every move. The hands that were tied to her sides clenched, the cuffs rattling a bit as she began shaking, all her muscles wounding tighter in preparation of what was about to come. In the same time, the hand around her throat did finally apply its gentle chokehold, the one that restricted her already labored breathing into nothing more than a trickle, while at the same time Eren kept one fingertip on Mikasa’s pulse, to know exactly when to ease the pressure and allow the air back in.

“When you orgasm while I’m inside you, the way you squeeze and massage my whole length, there is not a better feeling in this whole fucking universe.”, faster still, the wet sounds of his fingers filled her ears while her vision began going white from the pleasure and black from the lack of oxygen at the same time, and she was fucking close, so close…

And still, Eren wouldn’t stop monologuing.

“And you know what the best thing is? That whole package, the amazing, cute, breathtaking, beautiful badass woman is mine, no one else gets to see you like this, no one else gets to do this to you.”, he chuckled darkly into her hair, the expert movements of his hand keeping her on the brink, “You’re mine, Miki, just mine, am I right?”

“Yes… Yours…”, she gasped when his fingers shoved deep, making her see stars, but still, her mind wouldn’t allow her to come.

“Eren please!”, she cried out.

“Come for me baby.”, was the last push she needed, letting go upon hearing the order. Gasping, her body trembling, she almost disobeyed and closed her eyes, but Eren’s hand on her throat forced her to keep watching her own face, as her mouth fell open, cheeks boiling red, struggling to keep breathing from the force of it all. Eren was basically the only thing holding her upright now, as her bones felt like jelly and it didn’t help that she had a latex at the bottom of her feet now, the material not offering much traction.

“You okay?”, Eren asked after giving her some time to recover, getting a nod in reply. After he freed her hands, Mikasa straightened, forcing her legs to bear her weight once more, an impressive feat for her right now.

“I hope you realize that we are far from done baby, I didn’t dress you up like this just to finger you, no matter how enjoyable that is.”

Exactly what Mikasa was hoping to hear. As she was right now, however, her body would appreciate a small break, to recover and stuff, and there was a certain activity in her mind that would give her such pause while not halting the tempo of the night. It was only fair that she takes care of him now, anyway.

“Eren?”

“Yes kitten?”

“Want a blowjob?”

He blinked in surprise upon hearing that, as this was not exactly the way he imagined the evening would go.

“Ehm, you do realize that you are supposed to be the bottom here, right?”

“Yea, so what? Since when can’t subs suck dick? In my experience, they do it quite often.”

Fuck it, not like it would be the first time since Mikasa topped him from the bottom. Plus, he was not about to decline a freely offered blowjob, that would be just straight up stupid.

“All right but remember who’s in charge here, okay?”

“You, of course. Who else?”, with a smirk, Mikasa took hold of Eren’s hand, guiding him to sit down on the bed and kneeling in between his legs. Pulling his zipper down and letting Eren’s length spring free, Mikasa took a hold of the thing, intent on giving him some nice treatment for all the praise he showered her in. Luckily, her hands were free for once, and this activity was under her direction, Eren wasn’t just fucking her throat, a thing he seemed to enjoy doing lately. Despite the earlier proclamation, she was in charge now and intended to make good use of it.

Planting a string of playful kisses from the root to the tip, she began moving her hand, getting him nicely excited, but then denied him by moving her mouth down to the balls, attending that area. Eren groaned but didn’t comment on it, knowing that she was the expert here. Finally giving him what he craved, Mikasa enveloped the head inside her mouth, tracing the outline with the tip of her tongue, loving the sounds he made. As Eren needed to remind everyone present, himself mostly, that he’s actually the top here, he placed a hand in the thick of her hair, interlacing his fingers with the strands. Not trying to control her, she knew better, just showing his presence. It was cute, really.

Deciding that its high time to up her game, Mikasa began sinking lower and lower, relaxing her throat as always in anticipation to his considerable length being there. Unable to make it in one go anyway, she pulled back to breathe, replacing her mouth with a gloved hand for a moment, the latex sliding nicely along the spit-slick skin, moving up and down around his thick girth. Eren didn’t seem to mind. Diving back down, she tried again, and this time went as far as she could take him. Deepthroating him like this, to the limits, always resulted in having a sore throat the day after, but it was worth it for her, and Mikasa didn’t mind. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked, hard, enough for Eren’s body to begin clenching, a sign she knew very well. The orgasm was telegraphed, as usual, giving her time to prepare for it, pulling back just a bit to make the swallowing easier, and was soon rewarded for her efforts with the usual load inside her mouth. Not in the mood to stop, she continued with her vacuum seal special, selfishly sucking out everything he could give her, only releasing his suddenly soft member after he had nothing more. Her job here was done.

“Fuck… I’m really…”, Eren’s chest was heaving, as he was slowly getting his breathing back under control, struggling to speak, “You’re going to kill me with that mouth one day.”

Mikasa looked up, working the ache from her jaw.

“Would you mind dying like that?”

Leaning forward, Eren hooked a finger through the metal circle in her collar, pulling her face up to be close to his own.

“Not really, no.”

But when he tried kissing her, he was forced to edge back when she snarled and clacked her teeth at him, eyes full of playfulness. Her body recovered, and Mikasa was ready to go on with the fun.

“Aggressive huh? That’s all right, I have just the thing in mind for you.”

With a strong yank, he dragged her by the collar to the bed, rolling Mikasa on her back as he covered her body with his own, pressing down to keep her in check. This time, he managed to wrestle the kiss from her, tongues clashing as she was not willing to give up without a bit more fight from Eren’s side. But when she tried getting her hand into his hair, as it was always nice to pull during their makeout sessions, Mikasa was surprised to discover that he somehow managed to get her arm on the side, and connect the cuff she had on the wrist to the waiting restraints they had going under the mattress, a system installed about a year back and having so far an amazing performance. Normally they were kept hidden, but when you needed them, all you had to do was pull them out from under the bed, attach a cuff, and just like that you had a perfect way to tie someone up. Just like Mikasa was getting right now.

“Hey!”, she protested, the words falling on completely deaf ears, however, as Eren quickly took care of her other hand before turning to her legs, and no matter how hard she tried making it for him, he succeeded in restraining them too. Now she was tied to the bed, spread-eagle style, with Eren triumphantly stealing another kiss from her before standing up, leaving her like that. Sneaky bastard. Not that she minded, that is. The bindings were a bit too loose for her taste, however, so she looked up at him, requesting that he tighten them for her, as it was his role as a dom.

“C’ mon, I can handle it.”, she said, full of confidence, frowning at him.

Eren, who with his hair hanging around his face did look so hot that Mikasa would most likely just jump him if she wasn’t restrained, was unsure, however, reaching over to smooth a strand of raven hair from her face, a feat she was unable to do by herself anymore, as her hands were tied.

“Really?”

She snorted.

“Totally. This isn’t our first time doing it, not by far, so go ahead and pull those bad boys as tight as you can.”

Shaking his head, he fulfilled her wish, albeit his fingers still swept over her wrists and ankles both, making sure that he isn’t cutting into her blood circulation. A feat that was virtually impossible with the type of binding they were using, but Mikasa appreciated the sentiment, nonetheless.

“Right then.”, moving over to stand next to where her head was, Eren pulled out the blindfold from the back pocket of his jeans, smiling down at his helpless, and very excited, victim. “I need to finish some things up, and don’t want you peeking. Ready to go blind?”

As ever.

“Bring it on.”

To answer the question at the start in detail then, this was how she got into this position.

Just as Mikasa finished recalling the events of the day, Eren finally completed the aforementioned devilry, bringing his attention back to her.  She could feel his touch on her cheek, the gentle caress very much in contrast with her current situation.

“Hanging there kitten?”

She couldn’t help but smile, happy that he’s finally attending to her.

“More or less. Not sure how much more of this waiting I can take though.”

“No worries, I’m here to hook you up.”

The touch disappearing, Eren repositioned himself somewhere, but without her eyes, she couldn’t really track him.

“I think that I have to get all that aggression out of you, and there’s nothing better for that than a few vibrations to help you relax.”, as he was talking, his fingers found themselves between her spread open legs again, this time lubed up as Mikasa could judge from the coldness of them. After he prepared her, a thing entered her, shape she didn’t recognize, pushing itself right against her sweet spot. “As you probably noticed, I got some new toys for you. This one is supposed to stimulate both your clit and your g-spot at the same time, if you believe the advertisement, so it should be most enjoyable. You gotta tell me after.”

Just as she was about to ask if he was perhaps wanting to try it out himself, the fingers were back, this time invading her other entrance. Eren stretched her out, slowly and in no rush, and any words she wanted to say were lost in the moans he forced out of her. The anal plug he used was also a new one, but slid in readily, much to Eren’s joy. He had a good eye.

“Now that I have you so nicely plugged up, its time to take care of the puppies.”

Not even bothering to ask what he meant by that, as she had a pretty good idea, Mikasa was proved to be right as her nipples got clamped right after, making her grit her teeth. Those were tight. That done, Eren ordered her to open wide, pushing the rubber ball between her teeth, gagging her effectively, as he said that her sounds would distract him. From what, that was a mystery to Mikasa, but she was not in the position to negotiate. Just as she thought that everything is ready, Eren surprised her once again, plugging her ears with buds.

“There. And now, to turn everything on.”, came his muffled voice, from somewhere to the right.

“Action!”

First one to come alive was the vibrator, and it was a powerful one, forcing a whine from her throat, but Eren caught it even with her gagged, lowering the setting to a more relaxed one. Then the anal plug, vibrating in sync with the thing in her front, making Mikasa question just how long she can survive such an assault. And then the clamps joined in because apparently everything can vibrate nowadays. Her own moans, seeping through the gag, disappeared from her ears right after, as Eren turned the music in the buds on, a classical piece, and Mikasa was completely robbed of all her senses.

Sight? Gone, taken by the blindfold. Hearing? Gone, taken by the music. Taste? Gone, as the ball gag was effective for both speech and this. Smell? The only thing she could smell was her own sweat, right along with her building arousal, because the vibrators were damn good, Eren was not lying. And touch? She was tied, so tightly that she couldn’t move to touch anything in the first place, and even if she could, then the barrier of latex between her skin and the surface wouldn’t allow her to feel anything. In short, Mikasa was totally and utterly helpless. Subjected to complete sensory deprivation and she loved it, so fucking much.

At first, Eren didn’t have that much of a control over the situation, as the new toys were also a novelty for him, but he was a quick learner. Mikasa managed to come once, from all the stimulation given to her, moaning into the gag, while her body struggled uselessly against the restraints. But then, she was cut off. Getting the information he needed, her lover began his little controlling game, and as he was in possession of all the remotes for the toys, it wasn’t much of a fair play. Anytime she came close, he would lower the settings, denying her finish, but as soon as Mikasa began calming he would fire them up again, edging her. He was letting her cook in her own sweat, slowly, most likely very much enjoying the situation. Eren didn’t even have to touch her to get Mikasa to be this desperate. The technology is really astounding these days.

If the seconds felt like hours before, now they were millennia, stretching endlessly. Lost in her universe of darkness, Mikasa couldn’t do anything to make it stop, couldn’t even beg, gagged as she was, couldn’t throw a pleading look Eren’s way, the blindfold robbing her of such possibility. Writhing around on the bed as much as she could, which wasn’t a lot given the bindings, she tried everything to help herself, but it was for nothing. Her legs were forced open, and the machines were indifferent to her struggle, vibrating against her weak spots exactly as Eren wanted them to. It wasn’t just the ruthless machinery, but also the things she wore, the unnatural tightness she felt on hands, legs, and distributed by the belts all over her body because of the harness only making the overall experience more intense. It restrained her movement, just as the bindings did, not to mention the way her breasts were squeezed anytime her body jolted, muscles reacting to the vibrating torture.

Weeks must have passed in the outside world, while she was trapped here, lost in the sensations. With no way to measure time, all she could do endure it, and while she knew, deep down, that Eren would never keep her tied for so long, the knowledge didn’t mean much when it felt like years. Finally, after centuries, one of the buds disappeared from her ear, Eren’s voice coming in instead.

“How do you feel? Ready to be a good girl?”

Mikasa couldn’t have nodded faster. Getting edged was fun and all, but it was the release at the end that really sold it, and she was yet to receive that.

“All right then, time for your reward.”

With that, Eren tuned the machines to a higher setting and sat back to enjoy the show, letting nature run its intended course. It was quite a spectacle, seeing as her body began tightening from the front seat he had. The buildup Mikasa knew, but unlike before, Eren didn’t lower the vibrations, allowing them to push her over the edge, coming with a long drawn out moan that was damn adorable. He should set it as a ringtone. Happy, finished, Mikasa let out a laugh, muffled by the gag, feeling like she just ran a marathon and won it. And there still seemed to be another lap in front of her.

“See, I could let you out now.”, came Eren’s voice, “But you look like such a snack right now, I gotta have a taste.”

Still blindfolded, Mikasa could only guess that he just climbed on the bed between her legs, judging from the way the mattress dipped, and her guess was soon proven true. With great care, Eren removed the toys from her bottom half, but kept the nipple clamps on her, because why take it all away when you don’t need to. Mikasa wasn’t left to dread the loss of her fun for long, however.

It wouldn’t be Eren if he didn’t take this opportunity to tease her a little bit more, not just going straight at it as she wanted, but instead moved slow, kissing his way over her bound body. He spent some quality time attending Mikasa’s chained nipples, turning the clamps on and off, playing with the settings and honestly just having a blast, because it felt really funny while they were vibrating as he held them inside his mouth and sucked on them. Luckily, all she could do was squirm underneath him and make some noises of protest from behind the rubber ball inside her mouth. If she wasn’t gagged, he was sure that she would have some very choice words for him, so for the moment, it was better to keep her silent. Just as Mikasa was losing hope, her lover's mouth finally appeared where the vibrator used to be, tongue tracing patterns on her lower lips.

“You taste like desperation,”, he commented, “It’s delicious.”

The straps holding Mikasa’s legs loosened a little bit, still holding firm but allowing him to get into a better position, propping her bottom half up and moving his hungry mouth back towards the glistening prize. Eren’s nose bumped into her lower belly as he finally went to town, eating her dripping wetness out diligently and with great enthusiasm. Her clit, so nicely engorged, was easy to find and very inviting to suck on, an invitation which Eren gladly took. In the same time, his fingers found their place inside the tight heat of Mikasa’s ass, penetrating the loosened ring of muscles, as it would be basically a federal crime to leave it unattended. Switching it up after a time, Eren repositioned his fingers from the back to the front, and his mouth in the opposite direction, licking around the hole before dipping in. Let no one say that Eren Yeager doesn’t eat ass, especially so beautifully shaped one, and it also made Mikasa’s moans once again reach that desperate pitch and intensity, the top-shelf quality one, informing him that she was again close. No reason or intention to deny her, he allowed her to cum as she wanted, drinking in her juices, pulling back only after hearing the known sounds of oversensitivity and slight discomfort. Exactly as he expected, the snack was just perfect.

Mikasa was having trouble with getting her body back under control, after the two consecutive orgasms, chest heaving. She was tired, sure, but when Eren pulled the gag from her mouth and removed the blindfold from her eyes, just seeing him seemed to spark the coals inside her. He was just so damn hot, it was unreal. She wanted him, wanted him inside her, wanted him to fuck her, long and hard, wanted to feel him twitching inside her as he found his own finish, to hear the broken syllables of her name leaving his breathless lips. While Eren was just about ready to call it quits and move on to aftercare, the feelings inside her disagreed vehemently.

“Babe..”, she drawled out, making him look at her, “I want…” she giggled, “Sex.”

“Now?”

“Yep… But I want to be untied.”

“Not sure I can do that, I’m supposed to be the big bad dom, aren’t I?”

Good point, so Mikasa thought about it, in the speed of a snail, as her brain was quite done right now.

“All right, tie me up differently then.”

That being a compromise Eren was willing to take, he did untie her, flipping the giggling mess that Mikasa was on her stomach, pulling her arms behind her back and clicking the clips on her wrist cuffs together, effectively tying her hands. After that, Eren continued by bending her legs and tying her ankles to the belts on Mikasa’s upper thighs, so she was forced to balance just on her knees, nothing else. It was hard, made even harder by the latex stockings, and in the state she was in Mikasa would most likely fall, but he kept her up, which for some reason made her laugh even harder. Hormone overdose is no joke. Getting tied up and mounted raw from behind was not exactly on her agenda when she woke up, but it was among the best ways to spend your evening, so Mikasa was not complaining. The opposite, really.

When he finally entered her, for the first time that night, they both moaned in unison, because there was no feeling quite like this. Following her unspoken wish, as there was surely no need to get her ready, Eren began moving, picking up the pace until he was slamming his hips into hers, forcing out the sounds he loved so much. Mikasa’s pleasurable spots were so thoroughly vibrated and sucked through that she came almost immediately, taking another dive into her pools of orgasm, while Eren went on, riding her rhythmically, chasing his own release. Arm wrapped around her waist, the other firmly latched on her shoulder, Eren pulled her ass up while pressing her face into the soft mattress, getting a better angle, reaching deeper, and It was finally enough for him. With a groan, he emptied himself into her, coming to a stop, their bodies slowly calming together. However, before Eren could totally lose it, the sight of her ass, still red from the beating, did give him the taste for another round, so he squeezed Mikasa’s shoulder to get her attention. Would be a shame to leave such a perfectly cute ass unattended.

“You up for one last go?”

“Dunno.”, she murmured at him, face half squished into the bed, blinking lazily at him, tied hands opening and closing at the small of her back as she worked some life back into her fingers. Mikasa was at this point completely satisfied, libido depleted, but if he wanted to fuck her ass, she wasn't the kind of girl to stop him.

“Is your cock up for it?

Eren looked down, seeing that his tool was already half-hard again, prepared for a round two.

“I think he’ll manage.”

“If that’s the case, then let’s do it.”

Pushing past the muscle ring of Mikasa’s ass was always a unique experience, and while they were relaxed a bit by Eren’s previous efforts, it still took a generous amount of lube to make it work. Once inside, he moved much slower, not wanting to explode just a few strokes in, which was a hard goal considering what kind of beauty he had tied in front of him, sweaty and moaning in reaction to his actions. Yet everything must come to an end, and so did Eren’s reserves, finishing and slumping over Mikasa’s body, spent himself, done, finished. Anytime they were together, it was so unbelievably intense, it made Eren wonder if other lovers also felt that way. For their sake, he hoped that they did.

“How long did you edge me for?”, she wanted to know, after they regained the energy to strip her from all the leather and latex, finally get the damned clamps from her poor abused nipples, and get to the bathroom, where their favorite part of aftercare began, just lying in the tub with Mikasa on top of Eren, relaxing the tired bodies and half falling asleep. It was no surprise, as they did the same thing almost every time, but there was no need to change it. Mikasa liked the warmth, liked the skin-on-skin contact, liked being held and caressed after everything was done. So this was just perfect.

“Like five minutes.”

She pinched him.

“Liar.”

“All right, all right, geez you’re aggressive.”, Eren complained, massaging the stinging area, “It was a bit over half an hour, forty-five minutes or so, an hours tops. I was having a lot of fun with the toys.”

“Really? Felt like years to me…”

“That good huh? Seems like those were some great investments then.”

“Mhmm…”, Mikasa yawned, feeling her own body give out on her, the darkness closing in from all sides. She was just so damn tired.

“You know, those photos of you at the mall, it got me thinking.”, Eren did his best to keep the snickering in, “Maybe I should start my own brand of those. Just imagine, you, naked, tied to the bed with all the toys in place and turned on…”, he clicked his tongue, “Those would sell like hotcakes.”

“If you ever even try something like that,” she murmured back, voice dripping with poisoned honey, “I’ll strangle you in your sleep.”

“Hey, easy there killer, it’s just a joke!”

“For your own sake, It better be.”

Seeing Mikasa finally lose the fight with fatigue, Eren remained motionless, just stroking her hair and watching her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful, it was sometimes unreal to realize that while awake, this was one of the most dangerous fighters on this side of the ocean. Shaking his head, Eren chuckled, already looking forward to the morning.

Because this fighter, the one asleep on top of him, had the cutest bedhead of them all, one he was more than ready to experience all over again.

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