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The Last I Heard

i may have a seperate part 2 of this on the way, the idea is so cute.

Pairing: Peter Parker (mcu) x Reader

Warnings: peter do be flirting

Genre: Fluffy/slight angst/ pining

Word Count: 15K

Summary: Peter overhears you saying you like him but you're too scared to tell him, he makes you want to tell him.

Peter knows it is absolutely wrong to use his powers for his own advantage.

He also knows that the majority of common folk would disagree and use it to their own advantage if situations were reversed, and that’s fair to Peter. Everyone at one point has sworn that if they had super powers they would listen in to every conversation, or they would read everyone’s mind.

And Peter did do that at first, until he realized that eavesdropping was a terrible idea. Because you start to feel kind of itchy and icky about yourself, you realize that these are conversations that were meant to be personal. Ned was the one that usually begged, he would point out random people and persuade Peter into listening in and giving him dirt.

It was never anything too interesting, just personal.

At lunch Ned would ask, “Yellow jacket is up in hat’s face, what’s going on?”

And Peter would listen in.

“You weren’t there! You have no idea what went down, like, at all!”

Hat defends her stance, “Oh come off it! You’re supposed to be MY best friend, you were mine. And I lost you to him.”

Yellow jacket is upset at her dismissal, “ You decided that, not me. You think this is dumb of us? That we’re selfish? That this was one big ploy to fuck up your life?”

Hat is taken aback, then stands her ground. Solidly, “You fucked my brother, Jessica. You both decided to run around and date behind my back, and if you did it openly it would’ve gone over better. But you conniving with him hurts, I just lost my best friend and I have to watch her walk around my house cuddling up to my brother!”

Peter stops listening, he feels like he should’ve never heard that.

But he still tells Ned.

Once at the mall Ned pointed to a group of girls, “What are they talking about?”

Peter hones in, then repeats. “Redhead is looking for a tampon, Jeans is helping Redhead search for a tampon. Ponytail is talking about wanting to hook up with Jayson but she’s dating Erik, Bangs is telling Ponytail to do it anyways and Glasses thinks you’re cute.”

Ned grins, “Should I go ask for her number?”

Peter frowns, “No.”

He doesn’t like playing this game so much anymore, he’s started to feel like a constant invasion of privacy. He doesn’t do it for Ned much anymore, only sometimes.

“It’s an emergency, Peter! Like a real emergency! You have to tell me what they’re saying!”

Ned shakes Peter's shoulders for emphasis, Peter bobbles his head back and forth then stops to wave and smile like a normal human when you walk by doing it first.

He lets out a sigh, “Who?”

Ned points to Betty Brant and Flash Thompson.

Peter understands why he wants to listen in so bad, he gives in. By the way Betty looked it wasn’t going to be anything juicy.

“Flash is telling her about how his mom is gonna buy him a new car, Betty is saying her mom’s making her favorite dinner.”

Ned pouts, “Nothing about me?”

Peter shakes his head slowly, “Sorry man.”

Ned stays quiet for a few seconds then pushes his head towards them again, “How about now?”

Peter sighs, “No, Ned.”

—------------

MJ wrapped her hand around your neck after you passed by Peter.

“Waving to your future man?”

You turned your head back, panicked he had heard her. Instead you just saw Ned and Peter looking at Betty and Flash.

“He’s so fucking cute, right? Did you see his hair? His curls are like, fucking perfect today.”

Peter Parker made your heart race.

He was a goddamn saint, the nicest person you’ve ever met. He was a genius, the smartest person you’ve ever met. He was funny, the best quick wit you’ve ever heard. His laugh was the best you’ve ever heard. His smile made you feel like putty, his voice woke you up in the morning but melted you down if you’d been extra stressed that day, and his clothes looked down right adorable on him.

Everything about Peter Parker was your favorite thing about him.

“Careful, Y/N. I may think you have a crush on the kid.”

You pushed MJ in her ribs, “Has he ever kissed anyone before?”

“Why, looking to be the first to settle the land, Christopher?”

You gasp, “Did you just call me a colonizer?”

MJ ignored you, “You know, you could just ask him.”

You laugh, “That’s cute.”

It was. You and Peter were casual friends, you’ve hung out in only groups and only had one on one conversations a few times. You did like him, and you did flirt when you were around him but it was so subtle you don’t blame him for not picking up on it.

“I mean, I think you guys would actually work out. Like hardcore, he’s just a little dumb. You’ve gotta be the one to bring it up.”

Here we go again, the same tired piece said over and over. MJ, Betty, even Flash has gotten in on it, they all claim Peter would be down in an instant but would it be because it’s you, or because someone likes him?

“Does he even like me? Or think of me like that?”

MJ grimaces, “Peter’s hard. He doesn’t really talk about girls, you know? I mean, he’ll say when a girl is pretty or whatever but he’s never been one to be like, ‘she’s so hot, i wanna french her by noon,’ so, maybe?”

You tap her arm around your neck, “So insightful, I’m so glad I have a friend on the inside.”

MJ squeezes the sarcasm out of you.

—-----------

Peter’s gotten better at not eavesdropping.

It’s been weeks of fighting off Ned’s request to listen in on an unsuspecting victim.

Until recently.

He kept hearing his name, but couldn’t clock it. He had his head swiveled around the entire lunchroom with no luck. It wasn’t a constant calling, just casual. Peter this, Peter that, Peter, Peter, Peter.

He swears he’s going insane, he can’t jus-

Peter jumps, he’s trying to dial his focus on his name when you slam your hand down on his lunch table.

“Oh.” When he realizes it’s just you.

“Hi, Y/N.” You grin when he does, it’s infectious. You almost forgot why you approached, MJ said Peter would admit when a girl was pretty.

“Hi, Peter.”

Peter looks to the side of him and pushes his backpack away, “Wanna sit here?”

Your heart lurches with the question, he was asking if you wanted to sit next to him.

You shake your head, “I just have a question.”

A grin, “Shoot.”

You gulp, why did you do this again? Oh. To prove you had a chance.

“In a strictly non friendly way,”

“Uh oh.” He voices.

You smile, “Do you think I’m pretty?”

Peter freezes, “Oh! Uh, I mean, me?”

“You what?”

“Me! You’re asking me? Of course I think you’re pretty!”

You smile, “Thanks, Peter. But, am I pretty in a non friendly way?”

He looks confused, “What would be a non friendly pretty?”

You roll your eyes, “Like, pretty enough to date.”

His eyes go wide, pink coats his cheeks.

“Oh, oh!” He nods enthusiastically, “Yeah! You’re dating pretty, don’t worry about it.”

You thank him and walk away with your head a little higher. Your group quiets when you approach, MJ greets you with raised eyebrows. She has to pretend the whole group wasn’t just talking about you and Peter.

“What was that about?”

You sit your stuff down and take a seat, you shrug and look at her.

“He said I was pretty.”

Flash commends the size of your balls.

You thank him.

—--------------

“Y/N asked if she was dating pretty today, what does that mean?”

Ned shrugs, “Google it.”

Peter gives him a ferocious look, “And what would Google say?”

Ned sighs as he looks over Betty, “Are you sure she’s not talking about me?”

Peter looks towards the back of the class, you and Betty sat next to each other giggling. Peter tells himself not to, but he does.

He hones in, he doesn’t get much. He’s learned to listen in enough to get the details, but protect the person at stake.

Peter’s eyebrows furrow, he wants to listen to more.

“Uh, they’re talking about a double date.”

Ned throws up his hands, his jaw is dropped and he’s looking between Peter, you and Betty.

“Well?”

Peter looks around, “Well what?”

Ned tugs at Peter’s arm, “With who?”

Peter’s eyes widened, “Oh!”

“I’m sure Peter would be down, Y/N.” Betty shoulder checked you and winked, you groaned and looked up at Peter, he was looking at you. Even though he was across the room you felt paranoid he could hear you.

You smiled at Peter and turned to your friend, “Sure, you ask Ned first.”

Betty drops her jaw and looks at Ned, she starts to sputter.

“No! That is not the plan, at all!”

You huff at her, “The plan was to use Peter against me? You’re sick for that.”

Peter knows he should stop listening, he’s caught on, the double date was with him and Ned, but he also wants to keep listening.

“No! I never said that!”

You narrow your eyes, “Look, it would make sense for you to ask Ned on a date.”

Betty turns her nose up, “Well, the same could be said for you and Peter.”

Peter Parker can’t help but feel a bit giddy, you asking him on a date? He would never shut up about it again.

Ned is pawing at Peter’s shoulder begging for an update, he shrugs him off and keeps listening.

“What? No, it literally could not. You and Ned flirt all the time, everyone knows it’s gonna happen, it just when.”

Betty is slightly confused, she's wondering if you two are fighting. Just slightly.

“Do you think you’re not flirting with Peter?”

You blink and Peter watches your mouth open, you’re about to reply when Ned shakes him hard.

“Well?”

Peter turns back around and scoots his chair closer to the desk.

“It’s us.”

“What is?”

Peter clears his throat, “The double date, it’s us.”

Ned’s eyes light up, the thing he’s been searching for in conversation is coming to fruition, then dials it back some.

“Betty wants me, right?”

Peter nods.

“And Y/N wants you?”

Peter shrugs.

“I mean, it makes sense. She’s always trying to hook up with you.”

Peter’s head spins, “What?”

Ned pulls his head back, “Well, yeah. I just thought you weren’t interested. She’s always trying to make a move when we hang out.”

Peter is in disbelief, “She is?”

“Bro, she literally only hugs you when we all hang out. When she gets there and when she leaves, she wants you all over her. Like, now.”

Peter is nibbling his lip, he never thought he had a chance. He just thought you were extra friendly towards him, maybe you thought he needed a friend. He didn’t know you wanted him like that though.

He decides to listen in, one last time. Then he swears he was done, forever.

Betty huffs, she’s lovely but absolutely stubborn.

“Then fine, I’m not asking Ned until you ask Peter first.”

“That’s fine, Ms. Brant. But I’m never gonna ask him.”

Betty huffs again then looks to the boys and sees Peter looking at you, she gets a wicked grin across her face.

“Then I’ll make him ask you.”

You turn your head to see her looking at Peter, you start to backtrack immediately.

“No! No, no, no. You won’t. You promise me you won’t get Peter involved.”

Betty pretends she didn’t hear you.

“Betty, I’m serious. Promise me right now you won’t involve Peter.”

She starts to hum, this is a game to her. You know what she wants and you’re about to give in.

“Betty please, don’t involve him. I’ll ask anyone else, if you’re that dead set on a double date I’ll ask literally anyone else.”

She pretends to think about it, then calls out across the room.

“Hey, Peter?”

You whip your head to his, he’s looking at Betty confused. You start to melt and panic.

“You won’t.” You mutter the words.

“Come here?”

Peter looks at Ned and shrugs, he goes to stand.

Your heartbeat is hammering your chest, you grip Betty’s elbow tightly.

“Stop it, Betty. It’s not funny anymore.”

Peter’s walking over, you feel your hands shake. You curl them into fists.

“Betty!” You look over your shoulder, he’s about to be here.

“I’ll ask him! I’ll ask him!”

Betty smiles, it’s like she's asking you if it was that hard.

You can’t help the smile that crosses your face when Peter not only approached your side of the desk, but also smiled at you first and made sure you saw him before looking at Betty.

“You called?”

Betty grins, it makes you feel sick.

“I was thinking of asking Ned on a date, what’s his favorite food?”

Peter thinks of his next words carefully, he makes sure to look at you when he speaks.

“We’re both pizza kinda guys.”

You shudder. it was never about asking Peter for you, it was about forcing you to say yes.

“What’s his favorite? He strikes me as a hawaiian type of guy.”

He grins, “You guessed right.”

You speak up, “You strike me as a cheese or pepperoni type.”

Peter tilts his head, “Do I?”

You shake your head, “Actually, I think you’re a ‘any type of pizza will do, as long as I can pile as much parmesan cheese as humanly possible on it.’ kind of guy.”

He hums, “Are you a crushed red pepper kind of gal?”

You shrug and feel your cheeks get warm, “Maybe.”

“That’s good then, none of the packets get wasted. Look at us, the zero waste couple.”

“Couple of besties?” You give a nervous grin.

Peter nods, “Sure.”

You swallow hard, you were never prepared for Peter to say something flirty to you, he was supposed to be the nervous quiet one, but you have a feeling he can be extremely charming when he wants to be.

Betty eyes you then looks at Peter, you notice they share a look but you can’t place what it is.

“Pizza then?”

“Trust me Bets, Ned is gonna scream when you ask him out. He’s been dying to do it but it’s always nice to know when a girl is into you.”

He let that last line slip, he’s trying to hint to ask him without laying it out. Or let you know he was listening in.

“Does he really? I swear he doesn’t make it known.”

You look over at Ned, you have no clue how she thinks he doesn’t make it known. He followed her around like a puppy and was at her beck and call. Not to mention he’s watching the entire encounter rocking in his seat biting his nails.

And you were scared you looked nervous.

You point at Peter’s best friend, “Really, Bets? He doesn’t make it known?”

Peter pats your head, “What she said.”

You bite your bottom lip hard to stop the whimper from escaping, Peter shares a glance with you, you’re pretty sure he heard you.

“So it’s an easy yes?”

Peter nods, “The easiest.”

Betty nods at Peter then looks towards you, “Y/N? Anything you need to ask Peter?”

Your cheeks feel hot, you give a death stare to Betty.

“Uh, nope. Can’t think of anything.”

Betty pushes, “You sure?”

“Positive.” You push the word through clenched teeth.

Betty waits with pursed lips and when you offer no more she nods slightly, she can play this game too.

“Thanks for the advice, Peter. But I don’t think I’m going to ask yet.”

You want to disappear, and you are extra aware of Peter’s body next to yours. If you leaned against him you would rest into his waist, you wanted to make him proud again, so he could give you another celebratory pat.

“He’s there when you’re ready, Betty. Stays between us, promise.” Then he looks at you before he departs, “Hey, you going to Flash’s party tonight?”

You don’t trust your voice and nod, Peter watches where you chew on your lip.

“Good, I’ll see you there.” He taps your shoulder with a punch and walks back towards his best friend.

Ned looks at him with wide eyes, his fingernails are nubs.

“Well?”

Peter sighs dreamily, “I’m gonna make her ask me out.”

—---------

“Peter!”

“Y/N!”

You both point at each other then meet in the middle for a hug, Peter sways you slightly and pulls away.

“Long time no see!” He jokes, you giggle along. He’s just so funny.

“No kidding, you know time stops when you’re not around.” You wink to play off the joke.

Peter scrunches his nose like a bunny, “I love when you flirt with me. Want a drink?”

You feel frozen for a moment, he’s not supposed to catch on. He was supposed to play dumb until you all grow up and get married and have kids and one night over lunch when you catch up after years you let it slip that you had a giant crush and always waited for him to notice. He wasn’t supposed to notice now.

“What are you drinking?” You clock his red cup, he’s not a drinker but it’s not a water bottle this time.

He holds it out, “Try?”

You take it and raise it to your lips, it’s nearly empty. You can’t help but think about this being the first time you’ve shared a drink with Peter, you’re putting your lips where his were. The only thing more intimate than this is sharing a bite of food. If you pretend hard enough you can say that you’ve technically kissed him.

It’s sweet and you can’t detect alcohol. You pull back and eye him, he’s waiting for your reaction. He hopes you like it. You pull a face then try it again, you’re trying to place it.

“Like it?”

“It’s like a cherry sprite, but like, better?”

“It is! I can make you one?”

Peter pushed you towards the kitchen with a hand to your back, you felt his palm through the material of your shirt and realized how cold the rest of you felt. Small conversation carried you through the wait, he made each of you a cup and handed it over.

You both took a sip at the same time, you pulled back with a slight frown then took another sip. Peter watched you furrow your brows before you reached out for his own and took a sip. You make a confused sound.

“Hm?”

You shrug, “Your’s tastes better.”

Peter thinks it's adorable, he can only hope that if this goes the way he’s thinking that you would carry this over. He always wants his to taste better, just because it’s his.

“I’d offer to swap but then I’d think that one would taste better.”

You nod, “I think you’re right.” Then hold your own out, “Cheers!” Peter obliges then holds his back when you try to tap it, “What are we cheering for?” You pucker, “Do we need a reason?”

Peter pouts, “No, I guess not. Feels better to have one though.”

You think for a reason then exclaim, “Here’s one,” You raise your cup again, “Here’s to new friends!”

“And couples!” Peter taps his cup on yours.

“What?” You eye him down, did he just say what you thought?”

He nods his head towards Ned and Betty, totally wrapped up in each other.

“Right! To new friends and couples.”

Peter was about to speak again when Flash’s voice rang out on the DJ speaker.

“Friends to the inner ring, losers stay away.”

MJ immediately leaves from the inner circle to the kitchen, “MJ! You’re a friend!”

She calls behind her, “I know you consider me one!” She stops when she sees you and Peter chatting closely.

She nods her head in recognition, “Nice.”

“What are you doing?” You watch her open cabinets moving around the kitchen.

“Making toast. Take my place for me.”

You made a pit stop to the bathroom and came back to the living room, the whole group sat across the couches and criss-crossed on the floor, there was not one space open. Peter took the last spot, you were about to sit in the kitchen with MJ when Peter waved you over and tapped his lap. You felt warm just thinking of sitting on his lap, it was closer than you’ve ever been before. You would literally be on top of him, and if you were to move just right perhaps you’d get even closer.

You held your breath as you lightly rested on his lap, most of your weight rested on your feet you kept planted on the ground. Peter wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you against him, your feet dangled between his knees and his chest was against your back. He delicately wrapped his other arm around your waist, he was hugging you to him.

“Good?” He tried to look around at your face, instead you gave in and rested your head against his shoulder and rested a hand over his on your waist. You nodded against his neck, he grinned softly, “Good.”

The rest of the party went by quickly, it was just a few rounds of some games but nothing too crazy. Some truth or dare, some never have I ever, some beer pong but nothing that led to anything more between you and Peter. He did however stick to your side the whole night.

Betty and MJ had to nearly pull you from his side to leave, you wish they would’ve left you so that Peter would walk you home and you could maybe score a midnight smooch but they didn’t let you get the chance.

“Say bye to Peter, Y/N.”

You pout at Peter, you’re wishing he says he’ll take you home instead. He thinks that’s what you want too, but he has patrol after this, he even has the suit on.

“Bye Peter. I’ll see you on Monday.” You reach in for a hug, he squeezes you and talks in your ear.

“Bye Y/N. Let me know when you’re home, okay?” You grin into his shirt, he’s never said that before. You pull away and he looks over your face and hesitates before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “See you Monday.”

The only thing you can do is nod, you smile softly then step back into MJ and Betty who are ‘oohing’ softly at Peter’s move. You can’t even form words, your knees feel shaky and all your pacing thoughts are screaming his name over and over. Peter grins at your reaction before turning and going back to Ned who is now ready to leave since Betty is no longer there to entertain, Peter feels the same way.

—-----------

Okay, Peter swears this is the final time.

He’s never going to listen in on you ever again, he just needs to know what you’re feeling right now. He’s just making sure you’re okay, you didn’t talk over the weekend beyond the ‘home safe’ text and his ‘good, i had fun tonight! thanks for hanging with me!’ text. After he finds out what you’re thinking he’ll trust the process, he just needs to be sure you know he’s interested.

You were distraught, did you go up to Peter? You got closer than ever at Flash’s party, but he didn’t text you all weekend, but you didn’t either. You wanted to pull at your hair, you had a feeling Peter was the ‘what you give is what you receive’ kind of guy. You swallow the lump in your throat and walk towards him.

“Hi.”

Peter opens his arms, “Hi.”

Your face lights up, he’s never initiated a hug before. You step into his hold and melt into him this time, no more pretending you didn’t absolutely love this.

“Good Morning.” He mumbles the words in your ear, you mumble them back into his chest.

“I don’t want to go to math, go for me.”

Peter rests his chin on your head and pulls you in tighter, “Wanna swap? I have advanced trigonometry.”

You pull away and squint at him, “Ew.”

“I know right?”

“It’s cause you’re such a smartie. I bet I could quiz you on anything and you would know it.”

Peter grins, “Wanna come over and test that theory?”

Your eyes widen, “Just you and me?”

Peter laughs, “Unless you want to make it a decathlon.”

A joke.

He’s joking.

“Bet, I’ll start working on the flash cards. Irrelevant question, what is your toughest subject?”

He blows air through his lips and shrugs, he lets out the word with an honest chuckle.

“Girls.”

You swallow, “Noted.”

—------------------

He was losing his window of opportunity.

Good thing, you and Betty sat with him and Ned at lunch. (MJ and Flash followed.) Bad thing, he couldn’t listen to you talk about him. Peter will admit that it feels good to openly like someone and not be scared because he knows the other likes him too, it gives him confidence like he’s never had before.

You sat next to him too, it went: him, you, Betty, Ned, Flash then two seats away from him, one from Peter was MJ. The table was loud, everyone having mixed conversations, once it quieted down some MJ was reminded of something.

“Hey, Peter. Are we still doing the thing tonight?”

What thing? You weren’t told of a thing, was it a Peter and MJ thing? I mean, MJ doesn’t like Peter and you’re almost sure Peter likes you but what is that thing tonight?

“Yeah! I think Ned is gonna invite Betty too if that’s cool?”

MJ nods, “Betty’s cool.”

Peter then nudged his nose against the side of your face, you turn and he’s right there. You notice him glance at your lips for a quick second then asks, “Busy tonight?”

You hum and think, “I don’t think so.”

Peter grins, “Wanna come over? It’s game night.”

“What kind of games?”

“Mostly video games, MJ and Ned have a switch so we all take turns. But I have some two player board games if you want to play me.”

You give him puppy dog eyes, “That is so cute.”

“Is it?” Peter didn’t know it was that easy, he just wanted you to feel included if you didn’t want to watch him or your friends play games.

You bite your lip and nod, without thinking he places his thumb on your chin and pulls down releasing it. You stare at him and he watches your pupils go wide, he was about to apologize but he won’t now. He’ll let you believe he did that on purpose.

“Do you have Guess Who?” You clear your throat and try to level your breathing after his stunt.

“Think so, I have a couple of good ones. I’ll show you when you come over.”

You look him up and down, “Can I wear my PJ’s?”

Peter holds a hand to his chest, “I’d be insulted if you didn’t.”

You hold out your hand to shake his like a business agreement, “Deal.”

He tells you he’ll text you the details and you lean into him as you laugh at something Ned said in retort to something Flash said. Your head was against his arm, he carefully watched as you made eye contact with Betty, she raised her eyebrows slightly and you carefully nodded your head.

He wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you into him.

Peter knows he has you now.

—--------------

“Okay, what’s up with you and Y/N?” MJ wasn’t one to care, she promises. But you did consider her a friend on the inside and Peter was acting extremely touchy feely with you and he’s never done that before. Not to mention he kissed your cheek the other night.

You couldn’t shut up about it on the way home, and of course the group text with you and Betty had been blowing up like crazy. You were constantly analyzing Peter’s every move and Betty was doing the same with Ned. If MJ was honest, and she would never admit it, Flash was her favorite right now.

“Uh, nothing?”

MJ nodded, “Nice to know we’re lying.”

“I don’t know. I know she’s into me and Betty wants to ask Ned out but she won’t do it until Y/N asks me first, but she doesn’t think I’m into her so I’m trying to show her that I am so she’ll ask me.”

“How the hell do you know about this?”

Peter shrugs sheepishly, “I listened.”

MJ groans, “You said you were gonna stop!”

“I know! Ned was begging me and I accidentally heard it, and now I know she’s into me. I just want to make sure this actually happens.”

Ned walked in the front door and shook his shoulders, “It’s freezing tonight.”

Peter glanced at his phone to see if you texted him again, he told you to let him know when you were on your way up, he wanted to catch you in the hallway. Alone.

“Y/N and Betty are on their way, by the way.”

“Betty’s bringing her switch so we can all game.” Ned shot finger guns at MJ, she blocked the imaginary hits.

“Sweet. I’m gonna kick double ass in Mario Kart.”

Ned looks at Peter, “What are you doing?”

“I think we’re gonna play some games in my room.”

MJ waggles her eyebrows, “Alone?”

“Yeah?”

Ned whistles, “On your bed?”

“Probably.” Peter doesn’t see what’s wrong.

“She’s gonna think you’re making a move, you know that right?” MJ clicks her teeth at him.

“Like what?”

MJ chewed on her lip, “She asked me if you’ve ever kissed someone.”

Ned whoops, “Get it, dude!”

Peter isn’t that surprised, he wants to kiss you too after all. And maybe that was slightly his plan already, he was trying to separate the both of you from the pack. He just wanted to talk with you more and he couldn't spit game as confidently when his friends were watching and listening. Peter also can’t think of a downside of kissing you either, it just seems really lovely.

“It’s almost like I planned it.” He winks at his friends as they realize he did in fact plan it to be this way.

His phone buzzes, “Hold on.”

He opens the door to see you and Betty’s smiling faces, “Hello.” He reaches in for a hug, you first then Betty. “If you wanna head in you can,” He smiles at Betty and watches her step through the threshold, you go to follow and he steps in front of you. He softly closes the door behind her, you watch expectantly.

“Hi.” He smiles.

“Hi.” You mimic.

He almost kisses you now, he opts for pulling you in for a second hug. You’re surprised but latch on tightly, he pulls away and places a delicate kiss on your cheek. It’s softer than the one at the party, it’s intimate, it was a private kiss.

“Thank you for coming.” He whispers against your skin.

Your cheeks flush, you’ve never felt this seen before. Peter notices everything about you, and you wonder why it took him this long. You can’t help but get lost in daydreams where he was truly yours and his kisses never stopped, even as they trailed down your body.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

He didn’t even look at what you were wearing, he tilted your head up with his hand on your jaw.

“You look pretty.”

You blinked slowly, you kept looking between his eyes and his mouth. He said his worst subject was girls, you think he’s a liar, he’s too smooth and quick.

“You’re better at this than me.”

Peter just grins smugly. He’s better at the flirting game and he knows it. Spider-Man has some quick wit and it’s helped Peter out tremendously.

As soon as you both stepped through the door MJ berated you, “What were you two doing out there?” You wince and suck a breath through your teeth, “Making out. Hard core face sucking, had a full round of tonsil hockey.”

MJ narrowed her eyes, “Oh? Peter finally kissed you?”

This is what Peter means when he says his friends ruin his game.

You nod, “Oh yeah. Had me pressed against the wall and everything. I’m still seeing stars.”

It’s funny, nothing actually happened but what did felt more personal than actually telling your friends about a hook up session.

“Really?” Betty gasped, fully amazed that you had actually done it.

You frowned slightly, she seemed so excited for you. You had to let her know you were kidding.

“Yup. He even asked for my hand in marriage, right Peter?”

He nods, “We haven’t set a date yet.”

Betty boos with Ned, “No fair, we actually believed you.”

MJ shook her head, “No way. Peter’s not the make out in the hallway type.”

Peter makes kissy faces at MJ, “Wanna find out?”

MJ gags.

Ned huffs, “Betty and I are setting up Mario Kart.”

“I’m making popcorn.” MJ backs up into the kitchen.

Peter tugs you into him, “Wanna check out my games?”

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You may or may not be trying a little extra hard to make your butt look good as you bend down looking at the games, Peter’s standing behind you and you just hope he’s taking a little look. Your PJ’s did hug you just right.

“You know I’ve never played chess?” You move the box to the right and find Connect Four, you pass him the box and he gasps. “Never?”

“Nope.” You wish you could play Clue, it was a favorite. You’re gonna team up with Betty to get the boys to play with you, MJ was an easy add if everyone else played.

“Never learned?”

You shake your head, “Never did. I dated one guy in middle school who did it competitively, and seeing as he was my boyfriend and a master in the game, or at least I thought he was at the time, I asked if he would teach me and he laughed at me and said it was “too advanced for a brain like mine.” So I vowed to never play it.”

You stood and handed him two more games, Guess Who and Battleship.

Peter frowned, “Sounds like a dolt. If you want, I would love to teach you. The hardest part is learning what the pieces do, after that it’s all strategy.”

You smile, “Don’t make fun of me but that would be a cute date.”

He laughs, “Teaching you chess?”

“Yes! You would be like this does that, and this does that, and you would let me practice on you, but you wouldn’t let me win cause then you can tell me why I failed so I actually get better.”

Peter doesn’t know why he thought girls were so hard to please, he thinks that's just what he’s been told. But so far all you really want to do is hang out with him.

“We can do it later this week if you’re up for it.”

You grin and nod, “Yes! You’re awesome, thank you so much!”

You also are extremely excited to see Peter concentrated and calculated with his moves.

Peter tells you it’s no biggie, then asks if you want to play in his room. You breathe in and nod, you were nervous to be in Peter’s room for the first time ever, and alone with him. It was slightly calmer if you think about how this is the first of many times you’ll see this room. You’re hoping you’ll be looking at the ceiling a lot more, though.

He points to his bed when you enter, “I’m leaning towards Guess Who first.”

You kick your shoes off and sit on his bed, “Comfy.”

“Just big enough for two.”

The way he speaks so casually makes you sweat. He’s a natural when it comes to flirting with you, you feel kiddish thinking about your lame attempts you call flirting. No wonder it went over his head for so long.

“Red or blue?” He holds up the plastic, “Red.” He nods in approval, “Nice choice.”

You hum, “Spider-Man wears red, I like red. I’m easy.”

He looks at you, “You like Spider-Man?”

You draw your head back, “You don’t?”

“I do! I didn’t know you were a fan, that’s all.”

“I’ve never seen him in person though, MJ has and I ask her about it all the time but she’s just super generic. Have you seen him?”

Peter clears his throat, “A few times.”

You drop your jaw, “No way! Tell me!”

“Nothing special, just the usual walking down the street and seeing him swinging.”

“That’s so cool though, have you seen him just fucking people up? Like when he does that web thing when he picks them up and slams them down? It’s so sick. Or when he wraps them up and like, flies towards them and double kicks their chest?”

Peter pretends to think about it, “I think I’ve seen some videos. He’s pretty cool, he’s got a few sick moves.”

“He’s my Harry Styles, if I saw him I’d melt down and cry and ask him to gently hold me. Like, it sounds crazy but I just know he’s cool. I don’t even like him like that, I just want to be his best friend.”

Peter wants to ask how you’d feel knowing you were about to make out with him.

“Total fangirl moment?”

“Pictures and all. I’d ask him to sign my tits, no joke.”

Peter throws his head back in a laugh, you smile at how he lights up. You love making him so happy.

“Okay!” You clap your hands.

“Is your person wearing a hat?”

“Nope.”

“Is your person wearing glasses?”

“No.”

“Fuck.”

“Does your person have a beard?”

“Fuck off, Peter. I’m moving in.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Is your person old?”

“Ancient.”

“Is your person Sam?”

You narrow your eyes at Peter, “Is this how it’s going to be between us? You always winning?”

“I ask good questions, stick around me long enough and you’ll get better at dodging me.”

“I could eat you up in scrabble.” You mutter.

“Yes you could, I’m ass at scrabble.”

Somewhere after the hour mark you’ve made your way to Battleship, it’s been a close game both of you have one more hit on the other person. You’re starting to feel the pressure, you try and calculate where he is, if you guess wrong he’s going to win. You know it.

You hold your breath, “C-4.” Peter looks at you and builds the suspense, then frowns. “Miss.” You groan, “Ugh, go ahead and sink me.” He smiles softly, “D-11.” You grunt at your board, “I’m swimming in the ocean with hope and a lifejacket.”

“Don’t worry, my one boat will come to save you.”

You snort, “Don’t worry babe, I blew your engines. You’re sinking next.”

“Are we gonna Jack and Rose it?”

You nod stiffly, “I’d let you die for me, yes.”

The room gets quiet, it makes you want to puke but you think the time is right. You told Betty you’d do it tonight, and Peter isn’t so scary, you just hate the feeling of rejection.

“Remember when Betty called you over about Ned?”

Peter has to pretend to think about it, he hums as he’s setting up his ships again.

“Well, she was trying to set up like this double date thing cause she’s too scared to go out with him alone for the first time. I mean nervous, not scared. Ned’s not scary.”

He hums again, he’s placing the third ship. He’s nearly holding his breath in excitement.

“And she wanted me to, like she asked if I would, I uh, nevermind.”

You lost the steam, you weren’t even sure how to word it without making it seem like a favor.

“I’m listening, she asked if you would what?”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s stupid. Are you almost done?” You almost looked over to see if he was done placing his ships but stopped before you would ruin the game.

He looked up at you, “Tell me about Betty, come on.”

You shook your head and bit your lip, he took his chance and leaned forward to untuck it like he did earlier. Peter watched your pupils blow like before, he looked between your eyes and mouth before moving in. You felt his hand move to cup at your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek softly before hooking his hand around your face.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, you knew what he was doing. He watched your reaction as he pulled you near him, he leaned in closer. He was taking his time, you were nearly shaking waiting for him to just kiss you, he was slowly building the tension. He wanted you to know he wanted this just as much as you did.

He smiled as he leaned in, just inches away. He brushed his lips against yours, the feather like promise of more. You melted into his touch and closed your eyes, he took that as a sign. His lips pressed against yours and your spine jolted, electricity felt like it ran through you, it didn’t hurt but it woke you up. You gripped at the back of his neck and held him tighter to you, you had dreamed of this for months, you weren’t letting go easily.

Peter moved against you slowly, he felt as you opened your mouth slightly and he took that as an invitation, he smoothed his tongue over yours and you moaned into his mouth. You’ve never felt this way before in a make out session, and this was just starting. He went until he felt choked for air, he pulled away slightly. You made a wet smacking sound when you separated. You raced for breath and kept your eyes closed, still panting you needed more. You opened your eyes to blink then pulled him back in, you were only able to last a minute before you searched for more air.

You couldn’t help yourself, he tasted so sweet it felt impossible to pull away. Now that you know what you were missing you never wanted to go back. You told yourself one more, you tried to pull him in but he pulled your hands from behind his neck, “Breathe. I’m not going anywhere. Can’t make out if you're unconscious.” You nodded and made a show of you breathing, then you leaned in for one more, he bowed his head and laughed. “That good?” You drank him in with greedy eyes, you ached for him. “Please,” You whimpered the words, it sent chills down his spine, he loved the way that sounded.

He nudged his nose against yours, “Please ask me, I’ll say yes.” He whispered his request.

He wasn’t talking about kissing, you knew that. He was asking about you asking him out, you know he was. He tied two and two together, you breathed in deeply.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?”

He nodded and placed his mouth on yours once more, you gripped at his shirt before shoving the plastic boxes to the side so you could get closer. You slowly shuffled toward him until you pulled away to straddle his waist, meeting his lips quickly before he could tell you to slow down. You’ve dreamed of this forever, you were in awe of what was happening, Peter Parker was making out with you, and it was really, really good.

Betty tried to walk in to ask what time you were leaving, it was a school night after all. But she decided to back out and give you space when she saw you busy at work on top of Peter. She came from the room glowing, she couldn’t believe you had actually done it.

“What’s going on in there?”

Betty smiled at MJ, “They’re making out.”

“Good for them!” Ned cheered out, he passed the finish line before MJ, “Last lap, loser.”

“That reminds me!” Ned looked over at Betty, “What?”

“Wanna go on a date with me?”

Ned dropped the remote, his character fell off a cliff.

“Yes. God yes!”

MJ is sure Flash is her favorite now.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker angst #peter parker smut #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker fic #mcu peter parker #mcu angst #peter parker #my writing

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phantomonabudget · 19 days

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We need to talk, Pham. Stop shaming Christine Daaé.

I have seen this behavior consistently for the 30+ years I have been a Phan. What's worse is that I see A LOT of it from grown women. I see posts calling her foolish for leaving Erik. Slut shaming her or calling her a gold digger. Calling her stupid, weak, or unworthy because a "real woman" (presumably the women posting these absurd notions 🙄) would have loved him better and been worthy of his awesome talent and capacity for love. 😳🤮

It's disturbing, disheartening, and disgusting. And it needs to stop.

First off, none of these characters are real, so perhaps let's take things a little less seriously in general. It's a fictional story. I get it: we all love it, and probably love the Phantom's character. That's fine....I've made a 20+ year career dressing as the dude, for crying out loud. 🤣 Maybe we all identify with Erik/The Phantom to some degree. Regardless of the version of the story, if the actors or authors do their job well, we *should* feel pity and compassion for him. But feeling compassion and completely ignoring the character's dangerous and abusive behavior are two very different things. It has the potential for some severe consequences in the real world.

By shaming Christine for leaving Erik at the end, you are potentially telling young people that staying in abusive relationships is the right thing. You make them think that if their significant other is talented, misunderstood, been abused themselves etc, then they should stay and love them into a healthy relationship. That if they just love their abusive SO harder, sacrifice themselves a little more or for a little longer, or keep putting that person's needs above their own, that the relationship will suddenly become this wonderful, euphoric experience. It won't. As a survivor of longtime abusive myself, I can tell you from experience: it doesn't happen that way.

Celebrate healthy relationships and enforcing healthy boundaries. Stop shaming Christine for fighting for and winning her life and saving the man she loves.

And please stop calling this a romance. It's the antithesis of romance.

I am sick of members of this Phandom completely ignoring Erik/The Phantom's behavior to justify their blind adoration. Erik is an abusive and dangerous character, and extremely toxic. He lies to and manipulates Christine using her trauma from her deceased father. He kidnaps her, multiple times. Threatens her and her colleagues. He extorts hundreds of thousands from the business managers. He endangers dozens of people with the chandelier crash, and effectively holds hundreds hostage for months or years at a time with his reign of terror at the Opera.

Then there are the murders. Several of them. Probably been at that for awhile so we can assume it's far more than the two we see in the show. We don't know his actual body count, but we do know he's adept and comfortable taking human life.

And yet, I see some mature phans out here completely ignoring all those things and still shaming Christine for leaving him. Why? Because he's "sexy" (author's note: PLEASE go re-read Leroux. Please). And he's talented. And has so much love to give. And is misunderstood. And society was terrible to him...so it's all fine. 😳🤮 She should have just stayed and loved him like he deserves to be loved. 🙄

Recently I saw a post shaming Christine and the justification was that Raoul was so much worse. He isn't. Is he a perfect character? No, not at all. Does he make mistakes and try to use Christine? In some versions, yes. Does he run around extorting, manipulating, threatening, and killing others? Also no.

Pleasw don't ever use LND!Raoul's character assassination as some kind of justification, because he's still the most sane, normal human being in that show, and Erik is still 1,000 times worse than Raoul in LND. Also, using LND as justification for anything makes for a very weak and uninformed argument.

"Hurt people hurt people." Ever heard that phrase? Abused people sometimes abuse others, especially if they haven't done the work to heal themselves. Their previous abuse does NOT entitle them to abuse others. That is always a deliberate choice and those choices have consequences. The dangerous, disgusting rhetoric I see in the Phantom community basically excuses toxic behavior because Erik was previously abused and nothing is his fault. That is simply not true. Those that abused me were previously abused. Didn't make my abuse hurt any less. And I made the choice to do the work so that the abuse stopped with me. Previous trauma is a reason for the behavior, but it is NEVER, ever an excuse.

And don't let the fact the dude can sing or that he's a snappy dresser blind you to his toxicity.

We can all enjoy the Phantom character's complexity and love him, while still acknowledging his flaws and holding him accountable for his deeply inappropriate choices.

We talk a lot more these days about trauma, toxicity, and self care. And yet, as a community, we still shame the character of Christine Daaé for doing the healthy, correct thing. The ONLY thing. And in doing so, we set a disturbing precedent for our young or vulnerable Phans who now might think that staying in toxic relationships in the real world is okay.

Please do better, Phandom.

#phantom of the opera #poto #christine daae #raoul de chagny #the phantom #erik #gaston leroux #andrew lloyd webber #the phantom of the opera #toxicity #phandom #phantom phans #fandom

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a-boca-do-inferno · 1 year

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carpe diem (erik lehnsherr x reader)

summary: There is just no escaping Erik Lehnsherr, is there?

warnings: angst, fluff

words: 1.0k

She had no idea what she was doing here, with a fist up ready to knock on his—alleged—door. She wasn’t proud to admit it, but he was still the only one who she could always count on, despite their differences and inevitable fallout. It seemed pathetic, masochist even, how every trouble she encountered herself into eventually forced her to come running for his aid.

It had been months since the last time she saw Erik Lehnsherr, especially after he secluded himself in some hole, pretending to be retired. (y/n) knew him better than that, of course, and she obviously didn’t believe that crap for a second. At the first sign of danger to his mutants, he would go back to being Magneto without a second thought. And that was his biggest blessing, as much as it was a curse. She often told him that.

Maybe it was the main reason why they didn’t work out. He needed someone able to put up with his cause, to be passionate about it like he was. But for better or for worse, she couldn’t do that. At the end of the day, she was as human as they come, and Erik’s rage for her species stood out above any feeling he might’ve held for her many a time. They just weren’t right for each other, and she’d accepted it—that is, until she saw his face again, glancing at her in astonishment even through his usual stern demeanour.

“(y/n)”, Erik states, with no particular intonation.

“Hi, Erik”, she tries to smile, but fails, nonetheless. Suddenly all the hurt and all the anger made way to her chest again, and her lips just couldn’t take the faking. Not that time. “I’m here to ask for your help.”

“Are you alright? What happened?”, he sounds concerned, and he should be, since the world was now too dangerous even for humans.

She cleared her throat, closing her fist. “I have a friend who... She was captured. She is a mutant too.”

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I came here”, she sighed, hugging her own body. “I can’t find her on my own, and well, you are the person to come to for these things. Or so people tell me.”

“Mm”, he mumbles, and his blue eyes seem to avoid hers at all costs. “I will find her, don’t worry”, Erik adds, with a hint of reassurance to his tone, almost as if he himself couldn’t hold that pose for long.

They stare at each other for a millisecond before she sighs again. (y/n) wants to kiss him, walk up to him confidently like she always did when they were together, take him into her arms and feel his touch, his breath, his love. Oh, how she missed him. She had lied to herself all this time, masking despair with rage, putting into her head they were past any possibility of reconciliation, only for it all to collapse now, at the first sight of his bright eyes.

Suddenly, there were no mutants or humans anymore, simply two bodies struggling to stay away from each other. Truly, like a magnet. And as if reading her thoughts, Erik uses his powers to pull her by the buckle of her belt slightly, in a silent invitation. As ever, he read her face like a book. Sharp inhales, restless eyes, hairs on end; they all told him everything he needed to know. She was still his, and he was still hers. He nudges her forward again, a little less subtle this time, and her cheeks blush helplessly as the space between them gradually shortens.

“Don’t be shy, Liebling”, there is the glimpse of a tease in his tone, however serious his expression may still be. Erik looks down on (y/n) with a tiny smile, a bit of cockiness too, and she can’t help but roll her eyes amusingly. He inquires, drawing her closer. “What?”

“Stop that”, she murmurs weakly, as his grip on her belt keeps pulling her to him. He responds by drawing her even nearer and pressing their bodies together at once, which makes a soft sound leave her lips, resemblant to a gasp. “Erik”, she breathes out, appalled and pleased by his boldness at the same time.

“Yes?”, Erik purrs, gripping at her sides softly.

He wants to kiss her, it’s clear, but he was never known for being a man who couldn’t control his urges, so he continues to stare, waiting for a response. His long fingers rub her hips in a slow, intimate, familiar movement. (y/n) shuts her eyes at his touch, laying her head on his chest, almost giving in. She was never a fighter when it came to Erik, anyway. And she knew she was losing this battle.

“You know we shouldn’t”, (y/n) whispers against the fabric of his shirt, and she can feel the vibration on his chest as a gravelly laugh reaches her ears.

“Yet we already are, my love.”

And just like that, any time spent apart was gone. (y/n) kissed him at last and he kissed her back eagerly, pushing her to the nearest wall he could find. The kiss is desperate, full of passion and but a tad of anger as their hands move somewhat frantically, not knowing exactly what to grab first. There is pause when they break away only to go deeper into each other’s mouths, his pale palms flying to her soft hair, pulling it lightly. (y/n) moans in his lips, melting completely, shamelessly, because no matter how much she tried; there was simply no escaping Erik Lehnsherr.

“Baby”, her words are a sweet whisper, and his ever somber features light up instantly at this.

“I missed you greatly, my dear”, he whispers back, entirely taken by his own emotion, still holding her waist.

“So did I, Erik”, (y/n) smiled, staring at him with all the love she repressed before. They shouldn’t be doing that, not again, not after everything, but it was difficult to be rational when flowers seemed to grow in her chest whenever he looked at her. “So did I.”

Erik brought (y/n) into another kiss, this time deeper and gentler, cupping her face. Nothing mattered anymore, not when she felt like this in his arms. It was the rightest thing to ever be wrong. And so, she let herself fall victim to Erik Lehnsherr’s magnetic powers once again, nothing in her even remotely hinting at regret for doing so. Perhaps later she could worry about everything else.

For now, his lips were enough.

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misguidedasgardian · 1 year

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The Last Raid

MASTERLIST

Summary: You are a norsewoman, a Viking shieldmaiden from Norway, you were riding with the brothers Erik and Sigefrid, when Uhtred takes back the princess the army disbands, and you go on your own.

Pairing: Osferth x Shieldmaiden!lreader

Warnings: TLK AU, war, death, smut, profanity, religious themes, pagan rituals, and much more

Wordcount: 1.5 k

Notes: Is this a story? or a one shot? nobody knows hehe

The army of Danes that you were riding with had been annihilated, completely destroyed by the army of King Alfred and the command of Uhtred the Daneslayer, that is what you got for making an alliance with the Danes, you should have stayed with your people, with the Vikings from the North, from Norway.

After someone in the middle of the fight hit you in the head, you fell limply in the middle of the battle, when you regained your bearings, you could only see what was left of your “army” running for the hills, leaving you alone.

So you decided to go your own way, you didn’t fit with them anyways, but now you were alone, you luckily had time to gather your things, your horse and your weapons before the camp was completely destroyed. You rode until you came across a huge river, you didn’t have a clue of where you were, but you needed to wash away the blood from your enemies and the dirt from the fight.

You haven't come across anyone so you gathered you were alone, so you discarded your coat of mail, the leather shirt underneath, your boots and your thick leather pants, you only left the long shirt to cover in case someone did come along. You didn’t even have the heart to undo your braids.

You let yourself relax as you cleaned your face from the dirt and dried blood, you even submerged your head under the water, and when you emerged you let yourself hear the birds chirping from afar and even though the water was freezing, it was beautiful, calm, peaceful.

Were you going to try and make a life here like your grandfather had intended? you were growing weary of the fight, you wanted to settle, to plant, to farm, to have a house of your own with a big hall in which you could gather your friends and family… which you were lacking.

If you came close to one of those Saxon villages, would they let you stay? Would they give you a job? or would they hate you and pursue you for being a Viking?, the only settlement the vikings from Norway had in England had been destroyed, to find more of your people was going to be difficult…

You were so deep in your own thoughts that when you noticed the presence behind you, it was too late. You turned around quickly and you tried to run to shore, to your belongings, to your axe and sword, but a smiling man stood right by them, his hand in his own sword, so you took a step back, in fear.

You were still in the water, but you still had something. You extracted a small knife from a Garter you had tied in your thigh, and came face to face with four men. They had singular appearances, they did not look Dane, not at all, but they didn’t look Saxon either.

“She is a Dane, Uhtred”, warned one, that by the looks of him and his accent, was one himself

“Aren’t you a clever one?”, you mocked, “nothing escapes you, except, I am not a Dane”

“With a sharp tongue”, mocked the one who seemed to be the leader

“She is pretty Lord”, said a blonde, with wide innocent eyes and strange clothes, they all laughed, they made your skin crawl and you tightened the grip on the handle of your blade

“Baby Monk fell in love!”, mocked the one that was near your things, perhaps you should take that one first, grab your ax, you could at least take another one with you, they did not had a bow, so, they will have to come close to you to attack you, you looked at the path you were going to need to run by, careful of the sharp rocks under the water. Three long jumps and you could take him…

You took one step and the one they called Uhtred raised his hand, you looked into his eyes and you could tell he had all but read your mind, looking at the path in front of you and then at his man.

“Finan”, he called, and then he also seemed to notice, and he took a defensive position, so your plan was ruined, then you looked at the other Dane, and then at the priest looking one, who would be easier to kill?

“We will not hurt you”, Uthred said, showing you his hands, you were surrounded, and they were four warrior men, you did not believe him

“Four men, one woman, I know how this ends”, you growled, you looked to your knife and even though you wished a glorious death in battle, taking your own life seemed a better choice than to be… taken by these men. So you turned your knife and turned it towards you

“There is not need for that”, said Uthred hastily, truly scared

“I think there is”, you said defensively, holding the knife to your own chest

“We will not hurt you”, their easy way of carrying themselves turned serious, all four men looking at you wide-eyed, “I give you my word”, he said, taking a step back, his men followed him, as a sign of peace, so you relaxed your stance, “who are you?”, he asked, looking at your things

“A Viking shield maiden”, you answered quickly, “From Norway”, you said looking at the one that called you a Dane

“What is your name?”, he asked

“(Y/N), Bjorndottir, daughter of Bjorn Ironside”, his eyes went wide, as the dane’s, he all but wanted to kneel

“Bjorn, King of Kattegat? King of Norway?”, he asked, you nodded, “I’m Uhtred”, he introduced himself

“I know who you are, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, or Uthred Ragnarson, or the Dane slayer, or the Godless”, you listed

“You heard of me”, he said with a mocking smile

“I like to “hear” of my enemies”, you said, “or my leader’s enemies”, you continued

“This are my men, Finnan, Sithric, and Osferth”, he said pointing at each of them, you nodded, acknowledging them

“Why are you alone? I saw you in the battlefield”, said Finnan, “your army is far away by now, or what’s left of it”

“Those bastards left me for dead”, you said simply, “they only wanted me for my influence, that is gone now, along with my respect”, you said quickly, you relaxed the arm that held your knife

“Where are you heading?”, Uhtred asked

“I don’t know”, you answered truthfully

“Where would you like to go?”, he asked then

“First? dry land, I’m freezing”, you said bitterly, and they all seemed to notice, and they took another stepback, Finan walking away from your things and standing by his leader, so you walked to your clothes, drying yourself with your bloodied shirt, and then disposing of it.

“Do you mind?”, you asked, looking at them over your shoulder, and they turned around, so you could dispose of your wet dress, and changing quickly into clothes from your bag

Once you were comfortable, you turned to the men, who turned back to look at you

“So, you have something to eat?”, you asked

Two hours past, a fire was lit, the night had fallen, and you were roasting a couple of rabbits

“Why are you here? Bjorn Ironside is not in this country”, asked Sithric, you looked back at him

“My father is a bastard who left me me as soon as he noticed I was a girl and when he got tired of humping my mother”, you said dismissively, “He is terrorizing lands further than Frankia”, you saw them share looks

“So, why are you here?”, asked Uhtred

“I wanted to make a name for myself”, you confessed, “battles, glory, lands…”

“So, what happened?”, asked Finnan, by his accent, you realized he must have been from that country they called Ireland

“Couldn’t find any of those things”, you said simply, “who would have thought that slaughtering farmers and their families was not going to be as glorious as everyone said?”, you mocked, “I don’t like it”

“What do you want?”, he insisted

“A land to sow, a house to live in… something quiet, but I do like a good fight, I guess… I’m a sellsword now”, you whispered looking at the meat between your greasy fingers

“Pledge your sword to me”, he demanded, “fight for me and you can settle in Cuccham, the lands I’m the Lord of”

“I don’t want to kill more innocent people, or taking things I have not earned”, you said, as terms for your allegiance

“Good, we will not have you do any of those things”, he said, certainly, you barely nodded, “we are not very elite men, Finan here was a slave when I met him, Sihtric if the bastard son of Kjartan, and the baby monk, is the bastard son of King Alfred, turned monk, and now turned sword”

“King Alfred?”, you asked, “And Earl Kjartan?”, they only nodded, “Alright, I like this, a group of misfits, bonded by loyalty, I like it”, you said, clapping your hands, “My sword is yours, Uhtred Ragnarson, as long as you not ask of me anything that will bring me dishonor”

He only smiled, as did their men

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migosis · 7 months

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after a long, hard day at work (erik killmonger x OC)

summary: exactly the title. Nyla treats her man after a long hard day at work.

warnings: D/s, smut, c*ck worship, alladat nasty sh!t, its k!nktober!!!!

When he arrived home, she was to be kneeling at the door upon his arrival.

She figured today must've been very busy for Erik since she didn't hear from him at all since the morning. He hadn't even replied to the lovely photos she'd sent fresh out of the bath. She'd oiled herself up and admired herself in the mirror. She looked so good it that it would be selfish not to share it.

After dressing, she kneeled at the elevator entrance awaiting Erik's arrival, a ritual she performed daily. She was in lounge clothes since she stayed at home today and did some light cleaning. She wore a soft v neck t-shirt that hugged her torso with loose-fitting pajama shorts that tied at her waist. Her back was straight, and she allowed her hands to rest palm up on her knees.

She was thankful to hear Erik's voice on the other side of the door within minutes. She tensed a little, already sensing his frustration from the tone of his voice. He breezed in, acknowledging her with his eyes only. He sat his briefcase down haphazardly and paced the room as he spoke firmly.

"T, I get it, but we're not folding. The terms of the contract stay the same. They will sign it if they know what's best for them."

"We wait it out until midnight. They really don't have a choice unless they want to be indebted to colonial forces forever. Trust me on this. They think they're going to force our hand, and that's not the precedent I'm trying to set."

Now Erik paused in front of her as he listened to the voice on the phone. She proceeded to carefully untie the laces on the oxford dress shoes before he stepped out of them. He sighed harshly and hung up the phone. He ran his hand over his face, and his shoulders dropped a little, decompressing from the day.

He used the back of his hand to stoke her cheek. His knuckle tilted her chin upwards as he leaned over to kiss her intently. Relief flooded through her body when he touched her.

"I'm sorry about that princess." He held her elbow as he straightened his back, pulling her to her feet.

"That's okay. I hope everything works out. Are you really sure they'll sign?"

She helped remove his suit jacket and hung it up in the closet. He nodded.

"You're trusting your gut. That's all that matters." He smiled at her, happy that he had her to come home to.

"How was your day?"

"It was fine, a bit restless. I mostly just organized and cleaned a little. I got some of the holiday decorations out, but there's a couple of boxes I can't get to, so I'll need your help."

"Baby, it's only October."

"Yes, but I need to take inventory of what I have so I know what else I need to buy. They're already putting the Chistmas decorations on the shelves."

"Alright, Alright. Have you talked to Pandora lately?"

"We talked a little last week."

"You should link up with her soon."

"Okay. She's pretty busy with the baby, but I'm sure she probably could use some support." She hadn't seen her best friend since her baby was born 8 weeks ago since they we're hours away from one another.

"How about when I get down those decorations, I pull out your art supplies?"

She didn't want to be disrespectful by rolling her eyes, so she just looked away with her arms crossing her chest. Anything that required much of a creative drive hadn't been on her radar lately.

"I just don't want you in this big ass penthouse lonely and bored."

"I'm not lonely or bored." She defended.

"But you're isolated, and I don't like that for you."

"I get out... I go to.. the store. And on walks." She tried to sound convincing but failed miserably. "I've been filming more book reviews for YouTube."

"You have and that's great. But that same community you're building online is just as important in real life."

She raised her hands in surrender. "Okay, I get it. I'll reach out to Dora."

"Did you see my pictures?" She said with an upbeat lilt in her voice.

"I did. They were real nice baby, made my day." He pulled her close to him, arms resting on around the small of your back. Her eyes sparkled at his praise.

"I can make it some more, that is, if you have time for me, Sir? It seems like you had a rough day."

"I have a few loose ends to tie up, then I'm all yours. Wait for me in the office?"

She kneeled at Erik's desk, but when he walked in, he relieved her, insisting she sit in the armchair near the corner of the room. That meant he'd probably be longer than she wished for. She cozied up with a blanket and a book while Erik typed and took a phone call. After reading two chapters, she glanced at him over the book. He was concentrated on whatever he was doing as he looked between two monitors. She strolled over, settling behind him. Briefly, she looked at the monitors, but the spreadsheets that overflowed with data made her head hurt. Knots of tension in his shoulders began to unravel while her hands worked. Once her fingertips kneaded his temples, he sighed in relief and relaxed in his chair.

"Thank you, princess. I'm almost finished. Please be patient."

Since he said please, she didn't allow her disappointment to show.

"Kneel next to me. Legs open, head down." He kissed her on the forehead before turning back to his screens. The command ushered in wetness between her legs. Her heart beat quickened with so much anticipation that she had to focus on her breath to stay calm. About ten minutes later, she saw Erik's footsteps move around her. The room was still before he returned again. She heard the book she was reading earlier plop closed, then clinking over near the bar cart.

"Look at me." He sat relaxed in the armchair she occupied earlier. He leaned back slightly, chin up, shoulders back, and arms propped up on both sides of the chair. His button-up was untucked, the first few buttons undone, and the tie he'd worn earlier was no longer confining his neck. He beckoned her to come to him with one hand motion.

She crawled over to where he sat, maintaining eye contact with him. He admired her as she kneeled before him. She smelled the bold amber liquor in the tumbler Erik sipped on.

"Would you like a taste?"

"Yes, sir." He held the glass to her lips for her. When he pulled the glass away a few dribbles flowed down her lips. Erik caught them with his tongue before they could even reach her chin. His lips enveloped hers, demanding entrance. She allowed his tongue to survey her mouth, their tongues wrestling like this until they were out of breath. Erik's hands groped her breast, which made her nipples press firmly against the fabric of her shirt. When his lips left hers, she let out a small breathy moan.

"Take this off." When her top half was exposed, she grasped her breasts roughly as she bit her lips, demonstrating how needy she was.

"That's my job, hands at your knees."

She whined but the sounds soon turned into pleasurable hums as his lips sucked her nipples. He nipped at her flesh with his teeth, it causing her stir underneath him. From the table beside him, he picked up a ball gag and brought it to her pink lips, already plump from their kissing. When she did not open her mouth him he looked at her curiously.

"What is it?"

"I don't wanna wear that. I just want to taste you." She placed her hand on his knee, brushing against the fabric as she moved up his thigh.

"But you were so good just now, waiting on me. Can I say thank you first?"

"You've just been on my mind all day." Her doe eyes made it hard for him to refuse, but the truth is that he'd been craving to see the face she made when she came.

"It'll be quick then. That means you're already wet for me. Plus, I want that mouth nice and messy. Now, move your hand until I give you permission."

She retracted her hand placing it back on her knee. This time when he brought the gag to her mouth she opened it. When Erik peered at her he saw gratitude in her eyes.

She looked beautiful. He reached inside her shorts, easily accessing her, as she was free of underwear. His fingers pressed into her folds. She mewled and melted into him. Her essence glistened on his fingers when he pulled them out to examine them.

"Look at that princess, I was right. You want me to keep going?"

"Uhm huh." She slurred behind the gag.

"Say please."

"Puhles." She struggled.

There he was at her entrance again, slipping in two fingers this time. Her eyes fluttered, then closed completely as she focused on the sensation. She pushed downwards, encouraging him to go deeper. His fingers curled inside of her, pushing against her pillowy folds. Her moans rang in his ears despite the ball gag. A pool of saliva that collected began to ooze from her mouth onto her chin and dripped on her chest. The messier her chest got, the more her pussy seemed to follow. Erik had easily slipped another finger inside of her and she'd been so close to cuming that Erik needed to support her weight. He could feel her clenching around him periodically.

"Be a good girl and cum for me." The hand that wasn't inside of her rubbed against her clit. Her warm juices splashed as kept his pace, even as her insides contracted against him. Indistinguishable sounds broke free from her throat as her body seized. He watched in satisfaction as the meat on her pudgy thighs and backside shook. Her empty, unfocused gaze stared beyond him, drunk with pleasure.

Erik removed the gag from her lips replaced it with his fingers. She sucked them slowly and hummed in delight.

"I love seeing you on your knees. It makes me want to fuck you."

It was times like this when the words he said sent shivers down her spine that made her wait worth it. She loved that he wanted her, she loved being a slut for him. Erik stood from his seated position, allowing her to see that he was fully bricked up inside his pants. Her mouth watered in excitement. She looked up to him eagerly, anticipating his movements.

"Fuck my throat," She pleaded, "Please, Sir." She had almost forgotten her manners in her desperation. She rose on her knees so that she was eye level with his dick. She watched as he took his time unbuttoning his shirt. The more of his skin that he revealed, the more she craved contact. His frame was thick, and sturdy. It became hard for her to sit still and she no longer knew what to do with her hands, so she went back to squeezing her nipples that were slick with drool. It was when he removed his undershirt and began to unbuckle his belt when she interrupted.

"May I?"

He dropped his hands at his sides and moved closer towards her obliging her. Her fingers couldn't move fast enough to unbuckle his pants, and move his boxers out of the way. Her mouth was on him immediately, the pants and boxers still hung around his hips. She swallowed his length entirely. He let his head hang back as he growled under his breath. When he looked back down at her, he struggled to keep his composure at the sight. Her pretty chestnut eyes blinked up at him through full, curly lashes. She engulfed him again, and remained here until her throat strained. When he left her throat she gasped and moaned out.

"Take your time, baby. I'm not going nowhere." She nodded, only slightly embarrassed at her neediness.

"I love this big dick." She took him in her hands and slapped him against her tongue a few times. "You making me so wet."

She lifted him up and slowly glided her tongue under his shaft up and down, feeling each and every vein there. She left soft, wet kisses on his balls before licking them lightly, suctioning them with her lips. Her tongue rhythmically massaged the flesh. His groans only fueled her to take more of him into her mouth, as much as she could fit. She focused her lips again at the tip of his dick, while one hand massaged his balls. She tightened her lips around the head of his dick and watched him. His eyes were low but focused. His abdomen tensed beginning to thrust further into her as her teasing would only suffice for so long. She allowed him to set the pace, and when he began to hit the back of her throat, she nearly orgasmed to the lewd noises that came from her mouth. It was like there was a secret g-spot there that made her insides do summersaults when Erik poked it. He gently guided her movements with his hand on the back of her head. He felt amazing gliding down her throat, but she could take more. She dropped lower under him, sitting on her ankles, and placed her hands on the outside of his thigh, encouraging his movements so that he could literally drop the dick down her throat.

He groaned as he slid down her throat. "You are my lovely little cocksleeve. How's that feel angel?" She moaned and blinked back tears.

"Move your hands so I can give you what you asked for." She relaxed her muscles as best as she could and concentrated on breathing in through her nose when Erik would slide out. She loved the sensation of her heavy tits bouncing each time he'd hit the back of her throat. Saliva rolled down her chin and collected at he base of his dick. When he slid out of her, her only purpose was to clean him off.

Nyla was perched in front of him, watching his muscles move as he removed his clothes completely. He stepped backwards and sat down. When she tried to come closer to him, Erik shook his head. "Stay." His eyes were dark and stern.

She pouted in protest. He leaned back and stroked himself as he took in her body. The evening sunlight that filtered through the curtains hit her perfectly, amplifying the warm red undertone of her skin. Swollen lips, wet eyelashes, and a complete mess all over her breasts. Hesitantly, she moved her hand down her body into her shorts. She looked him in his eyes and raised her eyebrow as if to ask, 'Is this okay, is this what you want?' Her clit was moist and puffy. She circled her clit and cried out with need. When he did not stop her from touching herself, she took the lenience and ran with it. She leaned back, removed the shorts and it was a matter of seconds before her pussy welcomed her fingers inside. She did not take her eyes off of him or his dick. His chest moved up and down as he breathed and his forehead was now covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He looked so strong and godly gazing down at her while his muscles worked to pleasure himself. She took note of his movements so that when she took over, she could recreate them herself.

"Can I please cum? Can I cum with your dick in my mouth Sir?" He made her plea a few more times before he called her over with a hand signal and a nod. She crawled the short distance to him. She kissed his feet, his calves, and all the way up his thighs. Before she could begin, Erik grabbed her by the neck and kissed her sloppily. She used the wetness between her legs to make his dick shine before taking him in her mouth. Once she found her rhythm she played in her pussy until she came again. Her eyes rolled and fluttered with him still inside of her. She felt Erik's dick twitch in her mouth at the sight. She brought her face close to his and encased his dick between her breast, moving up and down slowly.

"Don't cum yet, cause then I'll have to stop. And I still haven't decided where I want your delicious cum? What do you think?" She licked her lips. Her movements, paired with her provoking words, were hypnotizing.

"Its your world baby." Is all he managed. She smiled internally, feeling empowered. His orgasms was hers. All hers.

"Good, I just want you to relax honey." Erik smiled at her endearment, her care meant the world to him. "I love you," she said lowly.

"I love you." Moments between them like this made the world feel like it was at a standstill, like only he and her existed and nothing else mattered. She took him in her hand and rubbed him against her face, scattering warm wet French kisses all over his groin and dick. She massaged him, only using her hands for a while, returning to his balls and further down to his taint, pressing gently.

"Fuck, baby." His breathing hitched and his toes curled so she took it easy in that area. While one hand stoked him, the other gently made its way up his torso. You brushed your lips and tongue against his torso, the sensation of her breath made goosebumps spread across his body.

"You are so handsome, you know that? I don't know how I got so lucky." Erik's head rested against the chair with his legs outstretched. His eyes were closed, only opening occasionally. She used both hands, twisting and stoking, letting her mouth drip onto him to keep it moist. She applied slight pressure to the tip, and when she noted Erik's hips tilting up towards her, she slowed her motions again.

"I could do this for hours. You taste so good."

She circled his dick around her lips basking in how nice and hard he was. When he briefly opened his eyes and saw the pleasant smile on her face, he began to moan, knowing she truly enjoyed this did something to him. Her intimacy and devotion made him feel seen.

He slid into her mouth with ease. She allowed herself a moment to rest there, paying him true tribute. She hummed and slowly began bobbing her head up and down, then added her hands to the combination.

"Mmmm, just like that." He groaned. "I think I want my cum down your pretty throat, would you like that?"

She moaned in response.

"Hands behind your back." He grabbed the curly bun and guided her head down his shaft, his hips thrusting up slowly. Her mouth opened wider and wider, and her tongue moved out to accommodate him. She held her head there until she began to struggle for air. He repeated the same again, leaving her gasping for air. As he held his position in her throat, he pinched her nose for a few seconds. Her throat spasmed around him before he released her and pulled away. Warm strings of saliva hung from her lips. The whites of her eyes turned began to turn crimson.

"Please, give it to me." He soothed her, wiping a tear that began to form at the corner of her eye. Her begging made his dick ache in bliss, a culmination of how he'd felt the past thirth minutes bathing in her mouth. He was back inside of her mouth, fucking her throat rapidly. She held her head still for him like a good girl would awaiting his cum. On her tongue, she felt his dick begin to throb. She could feel warm spurts ooze from him, marking her throat, and she swallowed each one as they came. His moans of satisfaction made her more fulfilled than she could ever describe. He squeezed the tip so that any remaining landed on her tongue. She licked her lips and placed subtle kisses on his dick that laid in his lap.

Her eyes ran over his body. He laid back, limbs limp in exhaustion. Once he gathered himself, he looked at her in pure amazement and appreciation. He could tell she wanted to be close to him, occupy his space.

"Come."

She straddled him, laying her head on his shoulder. He palmed her thighs, giving them a nice jiggle before lightly rubbing her back.

"Are you good princess?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you for letting me please you."

"Thank you, princess. Where'd you learn to be so attentive?"

"What do you mean?"

"You anticipate my needs. And that... that wasn't no regular head."

"Well, you anticipate mine too. You deserve honor. Just because you're my Dom doesn't mean I can't reciprocate. I belong to and submit you, without you asking."

"Damn, say that last part again?" He bit his lip before meeting your eyes and joining you in laughter.

"I belong to you, Sir." He traced her features with his eyes before gracefully placing pecks all over her face.

Several hours later, chimes from Erik's computer caused him to stir in his sleep. They'd fallen asleep in his office. He was disoriented until the glow of the screen caught his attention. He shifted under Nyla's weight causing her to grip him tighter and persuading him back to his sleep. It was 12:05am and chimes became continuous beckoning him to the computer. He sat her down where she curled into ball and sulked over to the screen. Several new emails sat in his inbox. The first was the official signed contract agreement. The next was a link to an article from T'Challa headlining to new deal.

Wakandan officials agree to allow U.S. based descendants of slavery asylum after rampant white supremest attacks.

"Damn these muthafuckas are fast. I knew those terms were fucking irresistible."

He picked Nyla up to carry to to their bedroom. She groaned at him disrupting her sleep, but he ignored it. "Baby, guess what? They signed the contract."

"Okay baby. Just have them call me tomorrow, I'm sleep."

Erik laughed off her nonsense and covered her body before sinking into the bed himself. He closed his eyes, noticing how light and refreshed he felt. Although he felt a sense of relief about this deal he groaned internally when he began to think about work. He recalled Nyla's words from earlier about honor. He knew that he needed to honor his body and mind because the exhaustion that encompassed him at the moment was not for the weak. He felt a sense of calm wash over him as he made the decision to take some time off of work, perhaps go on a vacation for the holidays.

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jolenes-doppelganger · 13 days

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Innocence

Ilsa Faust x Fem! Metropolis Reader

Summary: How many variables go awry with one appearance of a hidden player? What would the Entity have done if a third party appeared in the array of pre-determined, algorithm-generated deaths?

Warnings: Side character death, angst.

A/N: Fuck you Christopher McQuarrie and Erik Jendresen!!!! Killing a beloved female side character to 'motivate' the male protagonist is the definition of FUCKING FRIDGING!!!! The side character death will be resolved, should there be demand for future chapters.

Word Count: 4.0k (DAMN)

Perhaps it had been the rain, the chill it had brought to your bones. But regardless, something was afoot. The streets of Venice were unnaturally quiet, and the party you had left emphasized that fact; a ringing sang in your ears. You walked alone on the streets, quietly enjoying the soft patter of the rain that trembled down the drains. Dodging the Metropolis body guards had been easy, it was a high stakes night for Alanna, a high stakes night for you.

Unfortunately, things did not stay peaceful.

Commotion sprung out among the party goers, and you heard distant gunfire. Things had begun. Sprinting was your only option, but with the heels you'd chosen it was more likely you were to twist an ankle over the cobblestone than escape. Finding a dark corner, you managed to brace yourself against a wall, snapping your heels off, flattening them so you could take longer strides. You weren't the only person using the dark side of the building to escape. A shout, some commotion, and quick footwork as a woman scaled down a building, dropping in front of you.

She was within a foot of you, so close that on motion of the arm could land a hit, a punch, or perhaps push away the strands of hair that lay glued to her sweaty face.

“…Hi?”

She makes eye contact with you, momentarily spooked.

“You’re one of the Metropolis siblings."

A statement, and observation.

"Yes...?"

"You're not supposed to be at this party."

The two of you stared at one another for some time, both of you breathing heavily. She had blue eyes, distinct Scandinavian features. An English accent amongst the native Italian accented english. You pinned her as a foreigner, and from the equipment she used and the quick way she discerned who you were and your presumed whereabouts, she was also an intelligence operative.

“MI6?” you rasped.

The woman shook her head, a flicker of annoyance creeping over her features.

“There’s no time to talk, come on.” she huffed, grabbing you arm and pulling you towards an alleyway.

“Now hold on, I don’t know you-”

She turned on her heel, pulling the two of you into a doorway alcove, keeping her words clipped and quietly delivered.

“You’re (Reader) Metropolis. You were not supposed to be at this party, you weren’t even supposed to be in Italy. Things are going on beyond your understanding, and the Entity-”

“-The Entity? For fucks sake, that’s a myth.”

The woman raised her eyebrow, computing your response rapidly.

“No. No it is not. I’ve read your profile, the youngest child, a ten, fifteen year age gap between you and Alana?” the woman listed. “You were an affair baby, you were just recently integrated into the family, you serve as a glorified accountant…” Ilsa listed. “You aren’t a Metropolis type, even with your name and lineage.”

She spoke so eloquently, in a self-assured manner. You wanted to argue with her, or at the very least find something in her thought process to correct, but she was right on all accounts.

“Fine. Why are we in a dark alleyway, why do you know so much about me, and why don’t I know a damn thing about you?”

The woman squared her shoulders.

“My name is Ilsa Faust. I was a former agent for British Intelligence, I’ve gone rogue, I work alongside the equally rogue Ethan Hunt. And you, Ms. Metropolis, are innocent.”

Innocence. What a strange thing to equate to you.

“I beg your pardon?” you raised an eyebrow.

Ilsa sighed, looking around before pressing a finger to her headset.

“Benji. I can’t be the one to go after Grace.”

You watched her grimace, silently mouthing a few choice expletives.

“I know that. But I just… The youngest Metropolis is here. Metropolis, daughter of Max, the...” she paused, looking at you apologetically, “... Bastard child. The daughter of that old field agent friend of Ethan’s.”

She paused, seemingly listening to Benji as the poor man appeared to panic. You could hear the tonal fluctuations from your proximity a good foot aways.

“Yes, but it’s Ethan. He won’t see it that way. I know he'll be upset, but maybe it’s for the better.”

The line went quiet, and then there was a soft command. Ilsa nodded, looking at you.

“You’re coming with me.”

“Like hell I am, my mother taught me about stranger danger.”

You stood your ground, arms firmly crossed one over the other. Ilsa looked at you tiredly, seeming to mentally prepare herself for some gargantuan task.

“Do me a favor and pretend to be drunk.”

You frowned, not comprehending. Ilsa lunged forward, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you over her shoulder.

“Hey! I’m not a child, and this dress is short!”

Ilsa let out an annoyed huff, reaching up to pull your dress down.

“Sorry, princess.”

You heard commotion, what sounded like men running. Their shouts and mixed dialect could be heard from somewhere a half block away.

“Now is not the time to tell me you’re a bad actor.” Ilsa whispered.

Under threat of exposure, possible abduction and Alanna probably, definitely strangling you should she catch wind of this, complying was the only option. You went limp, arms and neck dangling as the men drew closer. They didn’t give you or Ilsa a second glance. She was mostly overlooked in favor of your bottom, of which you were begrudgingly aware of.

“Good girl.” Ilsa murmured once the men had passed, patting your rear.

“Oh.. Hey!” you blushed.

“Sorry. I was aiming for your back.”

“Yeah, my ass. Literally.” you retorted.

Ilsa let out a startled bark of laughter, amused. But she was quick to set you down, and noting the flimsy nature of your shoes, did so gently. You looked at her, a bit dizzy from the sudden rush of blood from your head to the rest of your body.

“You okay?”

“Give me a second, dizzy.”

But you two had little time. A com from Benji came through on Ilsa’s headset. Ilsa’s face went white, and she proceeded to grab you by your arm, booking it through the winding streets of Venice.

“I’m in heels, you will break my ankle if you keep pulling!” you sourly informed her.

“This is a matter of life and death. Kindly quiet yourself.” Ilsa snapped back.

A matter of life and death? Why was it always one of those? Two figures came into view, both stood atop of a canal bridge. You recognized neither of them, a tall man with salt and pepper hair and another brunette woman. He was stalking over to her, knife in hand. Her breathing was irregular, labored. But Ilsa was faster, approaching Gabriel, assuredly drawing forth a large sword. Gabriel brandished Grace’s switchblade, leaving the woman to pass out on the bridge.

“I hoped it'd be you.” Gabriel smiled.

“...”

You admired Ilsa's silence, her quiet appraisal of the man. The sparring began almost immediately, and it didn’t take a trained eye to see that they were evenly matched. But something was wrong. He was pushing her into a corner, and then the sword was gone. They fought over the switchblade, each getting a few slashes in. But Ilsa was getting weaker, or clumsier. A brief thought flashed over you. What if she died? What if he saw you? What if he saw you and you didn’t have anything to fight with? You needed that sword. This woman... She'd said that this was a matter of the Entity, and your sister had taken pains to ship you out to Berlin on short notice. You'd taken even larger pains to make it appear as if you had. If you weren't supposed to be here, then maybe you had an advantage over this man, over this Entity. But you had to think fast.

“Hey, asshole!” you shouted, hurling a small, fractured chunk of cobblestone at the man.

The rock hit Gabriel’s forehead just as he looked up, stunning him. It was a good hit, and it bought you time, but not enough. You lunged for the sword, but he was faster. The scuffle that ensued was brief, he was better equipped, and stronger. His eyes went wild as he snatched the switchblade again, aiming for your heart. The switchblade cut into your shoulder, and pain bloomed as the blade wedged itself into the socket. He’d missed. A scream tore its way out of your lungs, and white hot pain flashed through your mind’s eye. A grunt came from above as Ilsa landed a kick to his chest. The sword was knocked loose, toppling over the bridge. And with that the only remaining weapon was the switchblade lodged in your shoulder. Both Ilsa and the mystery man lunged for it, but both pulled back before grabbing it, seemingly for different reasons. The man’s eyes went wide with fear and recognition, and he stalked back quickly.

“You’re not supposed to be here, Metropolis.” he paled. “You were supposed to be in Berlin… You’re not… The Entity didn’t..”

He landed one more kick to Ilsa before running. His footsteps were quick, and he disappeared into the veins of the city, his footsteps dying away as if he was a ghost, as if he was never there. Ilsa watched him, breathlessly speaking to Benji about the semantics of the encounter. She was breathing heavily, and it was difficult to understand her. Both she and Benji devolved into thick, almost indiscernible Midlands accents as they spoke and often interrupted one another. Benji’s voice was so loud that you could hear whispers of it through her headset. Ilsa crouched over you, examining the wound and cussing. She appeared just as frazzled as your mystery attacker, mumbling something about innocents and bloodlines.

“Fuck me, kid. Just had to get stabbed.” Ilsa mumbles, pausing her complaining to briefly tear off a bit of your dress, “And I’ve got another head trauma to deal with, and Ethan is off the fucking grid.”

A man broke through the street, panting heavily, eyeing the slowly awakening Grace and the incoherently mumbling Ilsa as she secured the knife wound to prevent it from escaping. He’d run from the opposite end of the city, as if he’d been running in circles.

“Where’s Gabriel?” Ethan asked. “And who is… Baby Metropolis?”

Ilsa eyed him, nodding. She was busy tying the fabric of your torn dress around your shoulder. It must have been precaution, the knife prevented excess blood from escaping.

“He stabbed baby Metropolis?”

Ilsa nodded again, gently picking up your now shivering frame. It was cold in Venice tonight, and without the rush of adrenaline it was very clear just how cold it was. Ethan, or John Lark as you knew him, stumbled forward, hastily taking you from Ilsa.

“It’s going to be okay, it’s all going to be alright.” Ethan says, in his signature ‘I’m saving the day’ voice.

The voice didn’t help. He was John Lark to your eyes; a madman.

“I know, Jesus. Get off!” you protested, trying to get away from the short, scary man.

Ilsa chuckled a bit at this. It appears Ethan’s usual charms wouldn’t work on you, and for good reason. A boat sped through the canal, and you recognized the driver by his voice. Benji? There was another man on the boat, large and equipped with a fedora. Both looked a bit shell-shocked, seeing the aftermath of the commotion on the bridge.

“Luther, get her in the boat.” Benji needlessly directed the other man as he was already pulling Grace in.

Luther examined Grace’s head for signs of abrasion while Ethan and Ilsa lowered you into the boat. Ilsa held you steady, your back pressed against her front, one of her arms wrapped around your midsection, the other cradling your head as the boat sped through the canal once more. Ethan was hastily gloving up, and a brief concern over sterility dawned on you, but it wasn’t as if you had a choice.

“This is a hospital wound.” Ethan sighed.

“We can’t go to the hospital, Ethan.” Luther warned.

“I know that.” Ethan snapped back. “Cover her mouth.” Ethan directed Ilsa.

Ilsa’s hand fitted firmly over your mouth, her other arm holding your torso against hers. You tensed immediately. What the hell was Lark going to do to you?

“Breathe in and…” Ilsa directed.

Ethan pulled the switchblade out as you exhaled, the scream dying off as you ran out of air. The noise that was ultimately muffled by Ilsa’s hand was that of a high pitched wheeze. Ilsa’s hand remained, a wordless understanding between Ethan and Ilsa. Blood gushed from the wound immediately, and Ethan mumbled something about missing major arteries and cut tendons. Not like it mattered to you, Ilsa’s hand kept your head up, your mouth covered.You couldn’t see the damage for yourself.

“Breathe in, and out. In… Out…. In….” she continued.

With another quick jerk, Ethan pushed your shoulder back in its proper socket. This time your scream was much more audible, even with Ilsa muffling it. Grace winced as she watched. The blade had wedged itself into the socket, it wasn’t a pretty sight.

“Good girl, good job.” Ilsa whispered, breaking the tension. “I know it hurts, it would have been worse if you knew it was coming.”

Her hand left your mouth, fingers gently pulling through your hair, a soothing motion. Ethan moved on to stitching up the knife wound, or so you thought. The needle went deeper.

“Oh Jesus Christ…” Grace paled.

You tilted your head to look, but Ilsa was faster, not letting you see. The needle bit in, and you winced. Ethan had a skilled hand, but it was clear he was stitching something deeper.

“Ethan, is that really necessary?” Benji asked. “You’ve got her whole shoulder airing out in this dirty city.

“The tendon was sliced, it needs to be stitched up.”

Luther appeared just off to the side, gloved up and gently dabbing iodine all around and in the wound. It stung like a bitch, and you clenched your teeth as you hissed in pain. Your natural instinct directed you to look again, but Ilsa kept your head in place.

“Don’t look. If you look you’ll get hysterical or ill.” Ilsa murmured. “Now stay still.”

You wanted to stay still, you really did. But you didn’t have a pleasant sight. Grace looked practically green, from both her concussion and the sight of your open wound, and Luther had a worried look on his face. Benji wasn’t better, with that permanent anxious frown on his features. The biting sensation in your shoulder only continued as Ethan worked on stitching up the various tendons that had gotten cut. It was Ilsa who noticed your rapid, panicked breathing.

“No, no.” Ilsa protested, tilting your face to look at her. “Look at me, breathe in and out, none of this ragged panting you’re doing. You’re not going into shock, we don’t have time for that.”

Her stern, authoritative approach was what you needed to stay afloat in the midst of Ethan’s suturing. She had this soft frown on her face, her hand firmly holding your head in place as she murmured to you.

“Benji is driving us to the safehouse. You’re coming with us, you hear?”

Ilsa outlined the plan, the various things she was going to do, baths, medicine, sleep, food. All the things you would need to get better. By the time Ethan started suturing the skin, her nose was barely touching yours, her words floating over you like mist. She kept your head in place, murmuring softly as her blue eyes twinkled in the dim light. It was… Intimate. More intimate than other things you’d experienced. Why was it always the barrier between life and death, ailment and health that always brought forth the most romantic moments. It was something your mother had said… All friendships are romantic. Perhaps all beginnings of friendships could be interpreted as such.

“Iodine.” Ethan curtly directed

The yellow antiseptic stung, and you winced. Luther had a gentle hand, and he’d used it throughout the process, but it was the freshly sutured skin that burned the most. Ilsa stroked your cheek, shifting her other arm to hold your injured shoulder in place. You hadn’t even noticed that you’d been trying to move it.

“No moving this, you hear?”

“Wasn’t gonna.” you mumbled.

The boat stalled. Benji stood up, gesturing everyone to leave the boat, but his words died in his throat. His eyes bulged, a shocked expression on his face. The shot had been so quiet, the whizzing was all that had been audible. Benji jerked, and red bloomed at the front of his chest. Ethan was quick to support him, still gloved up from his work on you. The quiet moment of the canal was broken. Everyone was moving except you. There was arguing, many voices crumpled into one echochamber of chaos, Grace holding Benji as Luther held Ethan back. For a little man, Ethan was vicious when angry, intending to follow the unseen sniper and mercilessly deliver his body to the canal. The boat rocked violently, and Ilsa shouted continuously, mostly at Ethan to calm down. Her grip on you was tight, her hands placed over vital areas on your abdomen. She was protecting you should another shot fire. Benji met your eyes, his hand held over the gunshot wound. He looked gray, as if life had been sucked out of him the moment the bullet hit its target.

“Gabriel was going to send a message either way.” Benji rasps, his voice bringing sense back into Ethan.

Ilsa left you on the boat as she helped Grace carry Benji into the safehouse. It was clear that there would be no second shot, and you were safe in the belly of the boat. Ethan breathed irregularly, the muscles in his neck tensing and relaxing as he seemed to be pushing aside his anger. He too left the boat, leaving Luther to attend to you. There was an uneasy stillness in the air, and Luther moved to pick you up, pausing at the brief fear that appeared in your eyes.

“I’m… You don’t know who most of us are, do you?” he asked, intuitive in more ways than one.

You shook your head, taking a breath in to steady your nerves before answering.

“I know… Ilsa. Ilsa Faust, yeah? Umm.. Then there’s Lark. John Lark.”

You’d heard all of their names at least once, but you couldn’t list them in the aftermath of Benji’s snipe attack.

“That’s Ethan.” Luther corrected. “The brunette is Grace, Benji is the Englishman who’s been injured, and I’m Luther. Now let’s get you out of this boat.” he softly finished.

You pegged him as the gentle giant of the group, and he was. Gentle, at least. He carried you off of the boat, up the stairs into the Venetian safehouse. It was as still as the water outside. Why was it so still? Such a large city, and yet it felt like a ghost town. There were no arguments now. Grace sat in a corner, a bag of peas on her head. Ethan and Ilsa were in a separate room, quietly conversing as they treated Benji, as you presumed they were doing. No hospitals, they’d said. What kind of people couldn’t go to hospitals?

“Here’s some of Ilsa’s clothes. Tank top, and sweats. Bathroom’s over there.” Luther pointed.

He stepped into the room with his other friends. It was the only room with light in the stone house. The clothes looked fresh, and your dress was dirty and torn. You didn’t see the point in maintaining your privacy with Grace staring off into space and the others presumably holding vigil over Benji. But it was difficult, grabbing the zipper. Gabriel had struck you in your more flexible, left shoulder. You couldn’t grab the zipper with your right hand.

“Here.” Grace murmured, getting up to unzip your dress. “It’s just us girls, let’s get you into these.”

Grace gently pulled off your dress, working the tank top over your injured shoulder and sliding the joggers up your body. You noticed her tired movements. She’d suffered a pretty decent blow to the head. Concussions were no joke. From this distance you could clearly make out the lines around her mouth as she pursed her lips, helping you to dress.

“Thanks. Grace, right?” you quietly asked, breaking the unnatural stillness.

She nodded, brown eyes losing their glassy look.

“Yes. You’re Baby Metropolis?”

“Oh, no my name is (Reader) Metropolis. I’m the baby of the family.” you explained.

“Ah.”

Grace settled beside you on the couch. Her shirt was half unbuttoned. But it didn’t matter. It was just us girls.

“He’s not going to make it.” Grace murmured. “If he was going to live, they should have taken him to a hospital the moment he was shot.”

You looked down at your hands, the constant pain in your shoulder contrasting with the numbness everywhere else. Benji. He’d… Somehow he was important. A piece of the puzzle, someone who struck you as innocent. Perhaps that was why his death seemed so irrational.

“Are you in pain?” Grace realized. “That’s a dumb question, of course you are.”

She got up, rummaging through an open medical bag until she found what she was looking for. Her footsteps were soft, bare feet delicately navigating the creaky floorboards with practiced agility. She was a con of some sort. No one else would instinctively avoid the creaky floorboards of an old house.

“Take two of these.” she says.

“Extra strength tylenol?” you joked.

“Stronger.” Grace murmured, half-smile on her face.

You nodded, taking the meds. There was nothing in your stomach, so the meds dissolved quickly, taking away the pain in as little as fifteen minutes. They came with a distinct drowsy side effect, as if the world was a bit floaty. Grace wasn’t the only one who was anxious to sleep, and the two of you crept into the larger bedroom after finding a few croissants to snack on. Two king beds and empty dressers, divided into girls and boys, or so you presumed. The two of you settled under the covers, closing your eyes. Sleep came quickly. Somewhere in the twilight of the early morning, Ilsa slid into the bed behind you, an arm draped over your abdomen as you laid on your back. You didn’t need the answer to why she was so clingy. Or perhaps you had it wrong. But you wouldn’t protest this stranger’s touches. No, there was a bond there now. You’d survived such an ordeal together, such a crisis as the one you were bound in. And it felt nice, to be sandwiched in between Grace and Ilsa. You were safe here.

Morning broke, but the sun did not break this quiet. There wasn’t a word spoken. The atmosphere in the room was somber. No one needed to say it, Benji had passed. Ethan’s dead look as he sat on the couch confirmed any suspicion. Luther cooked breakfast for everyone, maintaining a sense of normality. Ethan wouldn’t accept any of Ilsa’s soft attempts to bring him food, and he wouldn’t accept her beside him, either. The Entity had taken a divergent route in its predictions. Grace and Ilsa had been failed targets, so the Entity chose to take Ethan Hunt’s friend instead. And Ethan, being the savior he was, took it hard.

“Over here.” Grace murmured, gesturing Ilsa over to where the both of you sat.

Ilsa settled on the rug, predictably taking a seat next to you. She didn’t outright drape an arm over you, but her knee touched yours. It was a soft, innocent gesture. She wanted closeness, and you did too. Your knees stayed touching. Grace noticed the little dynamic between the two of you, shifting a little closer so she could get in on it too. Her knee came into contact with yours on the other side. Three pairs of feet lined up, three legs nestled close, shoulders flanking yours on both sides. It was cute, and you giggled, triggering Grace’s laugh too. Ilsa smiled, humming in amusement. And for a brief moment, Ethan’s eyes flickered with something other than sorrow. He picked up the plate Ilsa had left on the coffee table. And he ate.

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Druskelle!Matthias Helvar x Heartrender!WIfe!Reader Word count: 2347 Summary: You've kept being a Grisha secret from your husband Matthias Helvar, but what happens when he finds out? Y/N - Your name D/N - Daughter name

If it hadn’t been for two big reasons, you’d like to think you’d have left Fjerda.

The ice, the cold, the anti Grisha talk. Living in Fjerda was nerve wracking, causing you to be hypervigilant on everything you said or did. To say it was tiring, would be an understatement. Yet two people kept you in Fjerda; your husband Matthias Helvar and your daughter D/N Helvar.

There were nights where you would toss and turn, your mind plaguing you with nightmares about Matthia finding out about you. Those nightmares never ended the same way. In one dream he’d kill you, the other you’d try to run away together, only for him to be killed. Sometimes you’d be caught instead. In the worst nightmares, it’d be your daughter who was caught and killed.

It’s not that you were afraid of Matthias. You feared him finding out because you didn’t want to lose him. Either from him leaving you, or the other Druskelle killing him.

While you were awake though, you fortunately had a friend. A woman named Elise, who lived a few houses down and was also a Grisha. A tidemaker to be more specific.

When night fell and darkness covered you both, you two would become a particular thorn in the Druskelle’s sides. Elise would use her tidemaker abilities to create harsh waves that would knock over the boats before they could depart, or icicles that pierced the bottom of the boats, while you would free any Grisha the Druskelle decided to make a “public example” out of. That among other things caused the Druskelle to have a hit out on both of you, but since you were never caught, it was like trying to capture a shadow.

“I know that I’m right”, Elise said. You rolled your eyes. This was the third time she brought up the possibility of her son, Erik, liking your daughter.

“They’re six Elise”

“I knew what I wanted at six! Plus, Erik gave his scarf to her. Isn’t that proof?”

“No. He noticed she was cold and he was nice”. Elise waved dismissively and went to open her mouth, but luckily Matthias emerged from the back. You had to admit, if you hadn’t known Matthias, you’d be startled by his build. He once told you that he was the tallest and biggest kid amongst the Drukelle, and you never doubted it. Even now, he was taller and bigger than most of the men you saw walking around. He absolutely terrified Elise when she first saw him, and you always brought it up when you wanted a good laugh.

“They’re too young to date” he said simply before he placed a kiss on your cheek. “They should wait till they’re older and he can court her properly”

You spoke before Elise could make a sarcastic remark, “where are you off to?”

“Boating docks. We’ll be taking off before the week is done, and we have to stay alert”. You fought against the urge to shoot a glance at the woman sitting next to you. Matthias mistook you anxious about being caught for anxiousness about his safety. He rubbed your cheek lightly with his thumb and looked at you with soft eyes, “I’ll be ok”.

You nodded in understanding and off he went, not knowing he was watching out for you.

~~~

You peered out your window, watching the sun start to go down. You had told the kids to be home at six bells. Foolish of you to think they’d actually listen when you weren’t watching them.

“I’m gonna start looking for them”, you announced as you threw your coat on. Your hand hovered over the doorknob, before suddenly it was thrown open.

Erik stood in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing like a fish taken out of the water. His left sleeve was completely wet, and you couldn’t help but notice that your daughter was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s-”

“W-we were playing on the lake and… and… and i-it’s not my fault!”

“What isn’t your fault?”

“The ice cracked! I tried to pull her out but she kept moving!”.

Your heart sunk, your breath caught in your throat. Fjerda was always freezing, and who knew how long Erik had waited before he finally came to get both of you.

It was one of those moments where you mentally blacked out, only fully gaining consciousness when all three of you were approaching the lake. Your feet moved faster when you noticed the hole she undoubtedly fell in. Shouts telling you to slow down fell on deaf ears as you kept running. You approached the hole, hoping maybe she was close by, but she wasn’t. You kneeled, hoping being closer to the ice would help you spot her.

You heard shuffling and panting behind you. “I told Erik to get Matthias. Do you see her?”

“Do you see her in my arms?”, you snapped unintentionally, too preoccupied to care about how harsh that sounded.

You got back to your feet and overlapped your fingers over each other, making a triangle shape.

“Y/N anyone could see!”. You ignored her words and kept trying to feel for the familiar heartbeat.

You felt a heartbeat, but it did nothing to ease your worries when you realized how slow and faint it was. You followed it, the heartbeat leading a while away from the initial hole in the ice.

“Elise!”, you called when you saw the familiar hair color of your daughter and her bright colored jacket. Your back stayed to Elise, afraid if you took your eyes off your daughter that she would float away again.

The ice above her cracked before it erupted, it being moved with ease. You silently said a prayer to any higher power that was listening, and thanked them for giving you a tidemaker as a friend.

You dropped down, pulled the young girl up and laid her on the ice. Your hands went over her heart, once again ignoring the protests coming from the woman behind you. It wasn’t her child dying. It was yours.

“Come on… come on…”, you mumbled.

You kept muttering encouraging words under your breath, as if all she needed was a good push. You kept telling her to wake up, only letting yourself let out a breath of relief when her eyes opened and she coughed up water. You pulled her up and patted her back, your own heartbeat still not slowing down. You slipped off her jacket and replaced it with your own, your own arms now freezing, but your own freezing body was the least of your concerns.

You heard more footsteps and looked up, seeing Matthias approaching. He kneeled down, scooping her in his arms and sighing, “Let’s get her inside and get her warm. She’s freezing”.

~~~

Your heartbeat only slowed down when you laid your daughter down to sleep. You watched over her for a while, monitoring her heartbeat. You didn’t know what Matthias was doing. He started acting strange once you got home. Maybe it was shock. You couldn’t tell him how to process the near death experience of his only child.

You left your daughter’s room and made your way to your own bedroom, but your eyebrows furrowed when you noticed Matthias was nowhere to be seen. You checked the bathroom, living room and kitchen, but Matthias wasn’t there. You stepped outside, finally seeing Matthias outside standing, eyes up to the sky.

You made your way to his side, “how long have you been out here?”. Matthias didn’t respond. You looked up at the stars like he was, “were you speaking to Djel?”.

He nodded. “I was asking for guidance and forgiveness”.

You frowned. Forgiveness for what? For not predicting what happened today? Who could have? It was an accident. A terrible accident, but an accident. You weren’t even angry at Erik or Elise.

“Today was not your fault Matthias. You don’t need to ask for forgiveness”.

Matthias once again didn’t respond. Instead, he walked back into the house. You followed him, calling his name, but getting nothing in return. You grabbed his arm, noticing when he flinched and took a deep breath.

“I know you’re scared because of what happened today. I am too, but don’t push me away. Talk to me-”

“Stop”, he said firmly. He turned to face you, and for the first time ever, he didn’t look at you with softness and love or patience and caring. His eyes were harsh, his eyes now reminding you of a storm instead of the calm sea. “How’d you find her? That’s not the hole she fell in”.

“No one knows where she fell. We weren’t there”.

“Erik was, and he said you weren’t where D/N fell. So, how’d you find her?”.

“I looked around”, you half lied. You had been looking around… just with a little help. “I saw her hair and jacket”.

“Why was there another hole?”

“It was already there”, you lied once again but Matthias didn’t look convinced. “Why… Why are you asking me this?”, you asked. You tried your best to remain calm, hoping he hadn’t seen anything, and if he did you were hoping you could lie your way out of it. You couldn’t let your nightmares come true.

“You’re lying”.

“I’m not”.

“I saw you! I saw your hands over her!”. You unintentionally backed away when his voice rose. He didn’t seem as soft and caring as he usually was. You tried to think quickly.

“I-I was giving her CPR. There was water in her lungs, I wasn’t just gonna wait for a doctor-”

“I saw Elise break and move the ice without touching it! I saw you with your hands over D/N! Why are you still lying to me?!”.

You went silent. You couldn’t think of a lie out of this. You tried, you really did, but how could you explain that?

“You’re a liar”.

“Matthias”

“It all makes sense. What’s been happening recently. Ships wrecked, sudden bad waves, Drusje escaping, Druskelle being disoriented”, he took a pause, his eyes never getting softer “it was you two. And that’s why you kept telling me to stop being a Druskelle”.

“I…”, you thought for a moment, trying to find a good response. “I wanted to tell you but I didn’t wanna lose you-”, Matthias turned away but you kept talking, your words coming out rushed “I love and care for you so much and Matthias, Grisha are not bad people, despite what you’ve been taught”.

“Is D/N a witch?”

“Grisha are not witches and I don’t know. I didn’t think to test her yet”. Silence filled the room before Matthias spoke up again,

“But she could be”

You moved to be in front of him, “she’s still our daughter-”

“She’s your daughter”.

You froze. All of a sudden the girl he cared for since she was a newborn, the girl he told bedtime stories to and let sleep next to him when she had a nightmare, was no longer his daughter?

“Don’t do this. She’s still your daughter. I’m still your wife!”, you pleaded. Your hands raised to cup his face but he backed away. You looked into his eyes, trying to read what he was feeling. It didn’t work. He had become a hard wall, unwilling to budge. “I love you and you love me”.

“None of this was real. This was your witchcraft. You made me fall in love with you!”

“You know that’s not true!”, you almost yelled. “Everything between us is real! I married you because I love you! I had your child because I love you! I didn’t make you fall in love with me, that’s not even how my power works!”

“You’re a witch who can boil blood and stop a pulse! Who knows what else you can do?!”

“I would NEVER do that to you or anyone else even if I could!”. You stepped closer to him, but once again he stepped back. “You can’t possibly be that afraid of me”

“I’m not afraid of witches”

“You hate me”. You waited for Matthias to deny it. For him to pull you into a hug and say he’d hear you out, but neither came. You sighed, how could all of this change in a matter of hours? “You wanna hate me, but you don’t and you know you don’t”.

Matthias looked away from you. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened his eyes again. He didn’t look back at you though. “I have to report you and Elise”.

You shook your head, “no you don’t!”. Your hands gripped his arms, sorrow and agony behind your words, “Matthias please!”.

Matthias looked down at you, “I’ll wait until half bell. After that, we’ll be looking for all of you”.

All of you.

You, Elise, Erik, your daughter.

When Matthias hadn’t budged, you ran to your daughter’s room. You quickly got her dressed and threw a coat over her tiny frame. She kept asking questions and rubbing her eyes, but you couldn’t spare any time to answer them.

What really broke your heart though, is when she saw Matthias. She slipped from your grasp and made her way to him, “where are we going?”. Matthias picked her up and held her, and her arms and legs wrapped around him. Her head falling in the crook of his neck. You had hoped that maybe he changed his mind, but you guessed picking her up and comforting her was like a reflex, because once he seemed to realize what he was doing, he put her down and stepped away from her.

You picked her up, ignoring her confused murmurs and spared Matthias one last glance before you left. You ran over to Elise’s house, telling her of the news. Like you, she had to wake up her child, and dress him quickly. You two knew you couldn’t go to the boat harbor, so you started on foot to the Ravkan border, the cold air freezing the tears on your face.

A/N: my bad if there's mistakes, I'm sick and this screen is hurting my eyes. Also in the books at least, they use bells instead of like, "6pm" but anyway-. I don't know if I wanna make a part 2 or leave this as a stand alone. Stay tuned to see if this sickness takes me out.

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Philippa of England, Queen of Norway, Denmark and Sweden

Philippa of England was the youngest daughter and last child of Henry of Lancaster and Mary de Bohun, Earl and Countess of Derby, and was born on, or shortly before, 1 July 1394, when her mother died from complications in childbirth. Little is known of Philippa’s early childhood but when her father usurped the throne in 1399, becoming Henry IV, her future changed dramatically. No longer the youngest daughter of an earl, she was now a princess.

The new king almost immediately began searching for marriage alliances for his two daughters. 1401 saw Henry enter into marriage negotiations with Margrete of Denmark for Philippa to marry Margrete’s adoptive son and heir, Erik of Pomerania. Like Henry, Margrete was hoping for an alliance to strengthen her domestic position and that of the fledgling Kalmar Union of Norway, Denmark and Sweden. It wasn’t until 1405 that the marriage was formally agreed upon and in December, Philippa was proclaimed Queen of Norway, Denmark and Sweden. In August 1406, the 12-year-old Philippa sailed from England in August 1406. She married Erik at the cathedral of Lund, and her coronation soon followed. Famously, Philippa is the first documented European princess to wear white at her wedding.

She spent the next three years at Kalmar Castle in Sweden, the first year under the guidance of Katarina Knutsdotter (the granddaughter of Saint Birgitta of Sweden), and probably owing in no small part to her youth, Philippa remained in the sidelines of rule until Margrete’s death in 1412. She retained close ties to Sweden, serving as Erik’s de facto regent there, and was the only queen of the Kalmar Union to ever achieve popularity in Sweden. Of particular note is her patronage of Vadstenna Abbey, the motherhouse of the Bridgettine Order. She often stayed there when in Sweden, was a generous patron, and petitioned the pope multiple times on the Order's behalf, even enlisting the support of her brother, Henry V of England. In 1425, Philippa donated a choir dedicated to St. Anne, where she was later buried. This may have had particular significance for Philippa, as she had no surviving children..

Philippa was deeply involved in the rule of all three kingdoms of the Kalmar Union. In 1420, demonstrating Erik’s trust in her, it was decided that she would serve as regent to his heir, Bogislaw of Pomerania, should the marriage remain childless, and her widow’s pension would effectively give her a ‘queendom’ in Sweden. In 1423, Erik went on pilgrimage and Philippa served as his regent, with all power that entailed, until his return in 1425. She also obtained the resources and support Erik needed for his war against the Hanseatic League. Indeed, it was Philippa who organised the defence of Copenhagen against the bombardment of the Hanseatic League in 1428 to great acclaim.

In late 1429, Philippa, apparently in good health, travelled to Sweden to secure further support for the war against the Hanseatic League. She was staying in Vadstena Abbey when she fell seriously ill and died on the night of 5 and 6 January 1430, possibly following a stillbirth. Philippa was remembered almost universally favourably, a reputation that was surely deserved.

Sources: Paris, Bibliothèque Nationale, MS Lat. 17294), "Filippa, drottning", Svenskt kvinnobiografiskt lexikon (article by Charlotte Cederbom), Steinar Imsen, “Late Medieval Scandinavian Queenship”. Queens and Queenship in Medieval Europe, Mary Anne Everett Green, Lives of the princesses of England from the Norman conquest, Vol 3.

#philippa of england #edits #on this day #historyedit #henry iv #henry v #medieval scandinavia #kalmar union

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tomanyhusbandz · 1 month

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Chose me

18+

Magneto x Oc

Summary: Magneto and Rogue have had a very long going relationship and Isis has been in the background waiting for Magneto to chose her despite all her efforts of doing everything and anything for him he still chose Rogue whenever he had the chance but today was the last straw from Isis and he was going to chose her.

Authors note: i’ve seen so many people talking about magneto in the X-Men animation, and I was thinking the same thing when I saw him and this idea just came to me so here you go. Hope you enjoy it!.

Magneto x fem,Oc,non canon,almost smut,minor age difference,kissing,hickeys,biting,exposed female

“You go back to her everytime …” she says standing in the doorway in her lace satin gown and robe with her fists clenched trying to swallow her anger but not doing to good at hiding it

“I thought you were sleeping my beloved..”He says under his breath his back still turned holding his helmet in his hands reflecting on the past,there past all of it the things he lost and the things she had given up to be with him, to follow him no matter what he was doing,he admired her willingness to please him but that was a weakness and he didn’t like weakness but he’d be lying if he said she wasn’t one of his.

“ Thats the problem being connected to the earth the wind tells me everything, when are you going to decide ? she may have know you longer than I but we have more in common and you know I would do anything for you .. you remember that don’t you ?” She says now fully coming into Xaviers old office scanning the room she starts to remember were it all started meeting Erik for the first time

Flashback

When she was eighteen..

Erik was about twenty and falling in and out with Xavier while also being in a relationship ship with Rogue at that time he was more rebellious and quick to react to things that upset him but thats what Isis liked most about him that edge he had it excited her. It had been just another day in the mansion/school and all the children where in class and the former X-men where on a save mission. Destroying Mr sinister lab and finding a young Egyptian girl strapped to a table and tubes all over her Isis’s was an experiment a clone but different Mr sinister’s last clone, identical to Ororo, who had found her repulsive, an a abomination of nature but beyond her feelings the X-men brung back to the school for further examination. Xavier was fascinated after unlocking Isis mind seeing her past and the things she’s been through she felt familiar she reminded him of Magneto.

“Well Charles what is it ?” Erik says his hands held neatly behind his back coming up to brush his short hair unconsciously

The room was quite waiting for his answer but he only continued to scan her mind further lost in her thought he didn’t even realize tears falling from his eyes until he quickly let go holding his ears if someone was scratching a board with there nails.

“What what is it spit it out Charles!” Erik says agitatedly screaming as the others step back to give Xavier room to breathe

“Sh-She she’s been through terrible things Erik things possible similar to what you’ve been through we can not kill her … she need us” Xavier say staring sadly at the table Isis’s was lying on motionless

“We can not keep THAT thing around she is still connected to Sinister for all we know he could be listening through her right now!” Scott says stepping forward with his hands on his hips and a growing face

“Let us all calm down .. i do believe she could be a danger to us all but as much as i agree with Scott we should not discarded her it would be best to keep her on our side” Ororo says stepping up behind Scott with her hand neatly on his shoulder trying to calm his angered demeanor

As the others discussed if Isis should stay around Erik was standing over her admiring her golden brown skin and hieroglyphic tattoos on her arms not knowing what they meant he still found them fascinating only wondering how strong she was he then caught himself tracing her skin, his eyes wonder lower down to her long black hair some pieces braided with gold clippings some not it was sprawled across the floor she was goddess like in every way. Before he could pull away from her skin Isis’s eyes shoot open and she breaks free of her straps grabbing Erik by the throat and lifting him from his feet the room erupts in shouting and everyone stands in there fighting poses ready to attack on Xaviers command but he does nothing but raise his hand for them to stand down approaching silently in his chair.

She launches Erik across the room turning her attention to the man in the wheelchair while Rogue runs to Eriks aid ting to help him up Isis was in raged and confused about where she was, who they were, why some man was standing over her like she was a spectacle again. Quickly Xavier calmed mind taking to her gentle in her thoughts explaining that they where her saviors not her captures.

“Do you understand now ? We will not harm you we are just like you .. we are here to help” Xavier explains taking Isis hand in his she flinches a little but proceeds to take it in a curious trance at there hands touching Xavier knew from her mind it had been a long time since she felt the warmth of another

Further into the flashback

Due to the hard work Xavier put in Isis was speaking English better before she only spoke Egyptian and it made it hard for her to communicate verbally, she also was being taught by storm to control her powers due to them both having similar talents it was easy and storm was beginning to warm up to her a bit everyday she was also given the name phsyclone by the students they enjoyed her company and her knowledge on history due to growing up in Egypt. And Erik as usual, was always battling with choosing to be good, or choosing to be an enemy to the human race. He had been planning to leave again, and find his own group of mutants to resolve this issue they’ve been dealing with for so long with the human race. Currently standing on the balcony with rogue, he was speaking with her about taking off and bringing her with him she refused, and they exchanged words that they couldn’t take back rouge ran by with hot tears in her eyes.

Iris stood silently watching Erik sulking at the balcony her bare feet padding against the concrete making Erik turn around and lean back on the railing the wind howling between the too as Iris closes the gap.

“What … didn’t anyone ever tell you that it’s rude to stare or are you here to try and kill me again ” he say with a scowl on his face

“I am ..sorry I was beside myself I do not wish to harm anyone undeserving” she says now standing beside him leaning over the railing she puts out her hand swaying it in the wind it began so balance around her sway

“ Hm .. I see and who do you think is deserving ?” He says watching her hand dancing with the wind it was enchanting something storm must have taught her

“Of death ? No one” she said dropping the swirl of air and turning her attention back to the brown haired male taken back when she noticed he was staring her down already with this intense look in his eyes

“I’ve heard about all you’ve been through … the things you’ve faced .. and what was done to you by that fool and your standing here telling me that you think there’s no one in this world deserving of death .. he treated you as if you were nothing and you’re OK with that ?” He says seeming more upset about the situation than she was. He folds his arms over his chest, waiting for her answer, impatiently

“That is what I am saying a part of me sees that there is no use in slaying others, because of my own feelings towards what they’ve done to me .. it doesn’t mean that they will do it to others .. there are those that you cannot ward off with kind words sometimes you have to use force .. that I understand” says, standing up straight now her head held high as she spoke to him, speaking like royalty with elegance.

Erik was standing there with his mouth, a gap quickly, closing it and regaining his composure. She was beautiful, like nothing he had ever seen before, and she was the only person for a long time that knew where he came from felt how he felt and understood what he went through to be where he was. Maybe she wasn’t she was meant to be here with him Maybe he could use that if he just got to understand her more gaining her trust, but there was something about her that he didn’t want to use, it made him feel warm in the center of his chest was this love.

End of flashback

“ of course I remember my beloved, and I also do remember that you still don’t like wearing shoes” he says chuckling lowly to himself before placing his helmets on the desk the moonlight bouncing off his long white hair he took a seat on the front of the desk, not sitting on it all the way as his arms facing her fully noticing pout on her perfect lips

“ Don’t change the subject. How long will you continue to string me along in this cat mouse game? It doesn’t matter how many times she walks away from you you continue to find a way back to her without even looking for it, and then it comes to me … you’ve never tried that hard” she says, looking down sadly at her bare feet, her perfectly painted golden toenails shining in the dark she didn’t dare walk over to where he stood because she wouldn’t be able to stop herself. They’d be in here all night

“ Because you make it so easy for me, but that’s the best thing about you. It’s easy to love you, but I can’t simply walk away fro- from someone I’ve been dealing with for so long .. you understand that don’t you?” he says, waving his hand, gently the necklace on her neck lifts, dragging her gently over to his direction pulling her right into his chest

And there she was flushed against his chest she placed her hands against him, nervously, staring down at her feet still locking eyes with him will only change her mind making her forget for in just this moment that he can’t chose between her and rogue making Isis feel useless like a pet she hates herself very time he calls she comes running and it doesn’t come unnoticed. Xavier has tried his best to discourage her from getting to close to Erik but they had this unspoken connection only making it harder for her to stay away like a rebellious teen, she knew he couldn’t love here they way he loved rogue if he said so to her he was only faking it but the desperate part of her didn’t care she just wanted him.

“No I don’t I can’t keep playing second to someone Erik someone who can’t love you the way that i can .. and you know it I knew coming back here after Xavier died was a bad idea not for us .. but for me i can t do this anymore .. if you choose her again ..” she says now looking him in the eyes with tears welling up

“Liebchen… don’t think for a moment that i would ever put you second to someone, i do love you more than you ever know but you also know that professing my love has never been my strong suite” he says grabbing her chin in between his fingers as he whispers the words into her lips there breath mingling together in the silence of the room

She balances here eyes between his lips and eyes then swallowing her thick saliva before speaking …

“ Then show me ..” she says waving her hand behind her summoning the wind and slamming the office door shut

Erik put on an amused face before slipping his hands under her short nightly and grabbing her waist tighter into his body his skin tight suite advancing the sensation of his excitement of her words and her curves against him pulling her so close that it hurts but they didn’t care. Isis slams her mouth against his roughly one of her legs sliding up to his side he takes that as a sign to lift her grabbing both of her thighs he turns and lays her across Xaviers old desk, she threads her fingers through his white hair as his lips pepper kisses along her neck leaving hickeys and bite marks.

Soft moans fill the room and echo through the empty halls of the mansion Erik makes it down to her gown slipping it off of her completely as she slipped his suite down to his waist taking in his well formed physique her hands ran over his chest as he stood between her legs staring at her as if she was the most beautiful thing in the world to him.

“W-what ..”she says in a breathless moan trying to catch her breath her hair was out of the ponytail and her breast where evenly covered by it and bite marks and hickeys litter her golden brown skin she looked like a goddess his goddess how could he ever think to live without her to breath without her or chose someone over her would be the biggest mistake his ever made and he can’t gain to lose someone else that he cares so much for

“Y-you .. i chose you” he says grinning for ear to ear before hovering over her completely closing the gape before she could answer he kissed her wanting this moment to last forever forgetting all about rogue Isis now she was his forever.

#x men 97 #magneto x reader #x men x reader #oc x canon #imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #erik x oc #almost smut #18+ content #18+ only #erik lehnsherr

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morbidology · 4 months

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“I’m going to be famous by Saturday,” sneered 17-year-old Nathan Brooks to his classmates in Bellaire High School. His 16-year-old brother, Ryan, said that Brooks often drank alcohol and abused drugs; he also claimed to be best friends with Satan. “He would find little tidbits, like bones here and there, or a cat with a chunk taken out of its ear or head.” It was advised to his parents that he should get counselling on several occasions. Soon, it would be too late and his earlier premonition would come true.

Ryan was at his friend, Erik’s, home in the early morning hours of the 30th of September, 1995. Ryan called home at approximately 1:30AM and said to his brother: “Tell mom and dad that I’m staying with Erik tonight,” to which Brooks replied: “No, I think mom and dad want you home.” Ryan stayed out for an hour or so longer before having Erik drive him home. This potentially saved his life.

As Erik and Ryan were driving back to the Brooks household, Erik’s mother was awoken to a loud knocking on the door. When she opened it, she found a disheveled and breathless Brooks looking for his brother. She told him Ryan wasn’t there and closed the door.

As Ryan arrived home, he was met by a gruesome scene and it soon became apparent why Brooks had wanted him home: he wanted to kill him along with the rest of the family. His father, Terry, had been shot in the head three times with a hunting rifle. He was decapitated with a hacksaw and his head had been placed in a punch bowl in the kitchen while his body lay in his bed. His mother, Marilyn, had been stabbed and bludgeoned with an axe and knife.

The crime scene was covered with bizarre apparent satanic drawings and writings. Brooks had also left a list of other potential victims including a local priest. At the top of the list was Ryan. Brooks was shortly apprehended at a local cemetery. It was argued that the murder was a satanic ritual and that he had planned on murdering 30 more people as a sacrifice to Satan. The list included how the victims would be killed; most of which would have been crucified. Thankfully, Brooks was arrested at a nearby cemetery before he had the chance to commit any of his other planned murders.

Nathan Brooks was found guilty of the murders and is not eligible for parole until 2025.

#true crime #young killer

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triplesilverstar · 3 months

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There's different, and then well, there's different

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Eriks X F!Reader

CW: Sick, awkward, misunderstandings, grinding, body dysmorphia, orgasm, plant dick, blow jobs, p in V sex, creampie, first dates, sharing a bed, making out, hand jobs, tentacles

Word count: Roughly 12.5K words

A/N: Well part two… Not fully sure how I feel about it but there is… a lot of smut and feelings. Essentially you and Eriks make up after you end up sick and you’re both idiots.

After the events in the well you thought you and Eriks might move a little closer, but if anything the two of you were somehow more awkward. Fingers brushing one another when handing the other something? Burning blushing messes stumbling over your words.

Helping one another with laundry? Almost no words were shared as you seemed to trip over one another. Trying to keep out of the other's way and looking to the side with burning faces.

After a week of it, Sheryl was starting to get a little annoyed. The memory of you both coming out of the well-drenched and the way you were stumbling told her something had happened while you were down there, and the bulge in Eriks' pants gave her a damn good idea of how it had been in the right direction. She hadn’t expected it to be one step forward and six back for the pair of you, sitting on her rocking chair and tapping your fingers. Something needed to be done or the two of you would stay this awkward for the rest of your lives and Granny wanted to see a happy couple in her home once more.

It didn’t help you had been feeling under the weather the last two days, tucked in your room and hiding under the covers with Lina bringing you tea and warm watery soup. Nor did it help that Eriks kept muttering under his breath how this was his fault and he should have been more worried about getting you into dry clothes. With his bouts of self-depreciation, he refused to go to your room, and Granny knew there was no way you were going to leave it of your own accord, not when she could hear you coughing up a storm.

It had to be eating at both of you as the last few times you had been sick Eriks had shooed Lina away from your bedside, citing he could look after you and still get his own chores around the house done. So seeing the pair of you avoiding each other wasn’t sitting well with the old woman, not one bit. Cane in hand Granny pushed herself to her feet and called out for Lina, she had a plan and an easy way to hatch it.

“Eriks!” Sticking her head in the kitchen Lina found the only male in their little household.

“What’s wrong Lina?” Something in her voice had Eriks on edge as he turned with his cup of coffee in hand ready to run at a moment's notice if it was required.

“Granny and I need to go into town. Do you think later you can bring our sick patient some tea and soup?” Well if Eriks thought he was having a good day his mood plummeted, he’d been avoiding you far too embarrassed after what had happened down in the well.

Yet the sight of you in his lap eyes pinched shut as you found your release was all he could say when his eyes closed, he’d had several sleepless nights, and hearing your coughing during the night wasn’t helping. He’d been too enraptured in watching you come for him instead of putting your health first, and the shame added to the weight eating at him.

It didn’t help that since the incident in the well he was having a much harder time keeping a certain part of his anatomy under control adding to his sleepless nights as his sex throbbed painfully inside of his slacks that he refused to loosen. The mass of fleshy tissue twitched and Eriks despised the reminder of his inhuman nature, even before you’d ridden him he’d find himself shoving his pillow over his face and howling into it as his hips jerked against nothing trying to find release. Now there was no way he could give himself any form of release, certainly not while you were coughing through the night and he hated that it was because of his needs.

With those thoughts rattling around in his skull, how could he even think to try and help look after you this time when the fault was his?

“Eriks?”

His head snapped upwards as Lina’s hand landed on his forearm, her bottom lip between her teeth with worry. “Just lost in thought, Lina.” A gentle smile on his face in an attempt to ease her concerns. “I think I can manage to deliver some soup and food this afternoon.” A quick pat of his larger hand over hers. “Now show me what you’ve been feeding our little invalid.”

As Lina showed him the watered-down soup that had been made for you he did his best to keep a smile on his face. It wasn’t beyond his notice how Granny had been pestering him about seeing you while you were sick, and it was suspicious both she and Lina were heading into town. Yet Eriks wouldn’t voice anything no matter how much he wanted to stay away from you since as far as he was concerned he was the reason you were sick once more.

You groaned as you reached from under the rough spun cotton sheets you had wrapped around your form. Trying to grab one of the clothes you used to blow your nose into, yet even that small action left you feeling exhausted. Struggling to sit up and lean against the headboard with your neck tiled so your airway was open. Damn, you hated being sick.

Well. More sick than normal since you'd never be rid of your respiratory issues. The cough that plagued you was nothing compared to this right now as your chest burned and everything hurt.

Your heart especially. Ever since the incident in the well with Eriks, you felt. Dirty. Not because of the act, but more the fact you had thrown yourself at him like some kind of a bitch in heat. You shouldn't have kissed him, and now you couldn't even bear the thought of looking at his rugged face knowing how far you'd let things go. He shouldn't have had to sully himself with you, you were just a bandit who was lucky enough to have someone find you who thought you were worth saving.

Spreading your fingers across your chest to try and put pressure on the ache that you hope is just the sickness as a knock sounds against your door. Is it time for your next round of soup and tea already? “Come in.” Flinching at the sound of your own hoarse voice.

The door slowly creaks open, Lina usually just bounds right in, and turning towards it you wince.

Eriks.

Well, this is just the kind of embarrassment you need right now. At least your skin is already flushed from being sick and you hope he doesn't notice just how covered in sweat you are. Who are you kidding, you're drenched, the only way he wouldn't notice was if he was blind.

“Granny and Lina had to head into town.” His voice is low and you could have sworn you heard a hint of sadness in his voice, but it could just be because your head is full of phlegm. “I've got some soup for you, and some tea.”

“Thank you, Eriks.” It's raspy but at least you know he's there to play nursemaid, not because of his own choice. It's better that way. The smallest nod in your direction as he places the small tray on the table at your bedside and with a shaky hand you reach over for it.

“How are you feeling?” His voice is soft as he asks and instead of leaving he lowers himself into the beat-up wooden chair that creaks as his weight settles on the sand-smoothed edges. Only for a coughing fit to take you barking and turning away from him. “That good huh?” Chuckling at his own little joke and you have to smile, something about the tall broad man always sets you at ease.

“I’ve certainly felt better.” Trying for a second time to pick up the bowl and accompanying spoon with shaking fingers. A small spoonful of soup and you lose some of it with the shaking of your limb, but at least it’s warm as it flows down your sore throat. With your eyes closed you try to take a deeper breath to help settle yourself as the bowl is moved from your lap and a weight settling next to you has the mattress dipping.

Opening your eyes you shouldn’t feel as surprised as you are at seeing Eriks near you on the bed, the warmth of his thigh transferring from the blanket to you. “That seemed painful. Could I give you a hand?” Those blue orbs hidden behind his orange glasses are pleading with you once more and as much as you feel selfish you know you need the help. Nodding and letting him have the spoon from your sore fingers.

You feel foolish as the handsome man slowly spoons feeds you, unlike the last time when he helped it was more the company than it was needing help to feed yourself. Neither of you speaks as he feeds you, at least until the spoon is clacking against the bottom of the bowl. “I’m sorry.” That mournful tone is back in his voice as you gaze at him with heavy eyes.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for Eriks.” At least with the soup your voice doesn’t sound as hoarse as it had been. “It's not like you gave me respiratory issues.”

“Except you wouldn’t have been cold and wet recently if it hadn’t been because of me.” You can barely handle the sorrow swimming behind those glasses of his.

“Eriks, I threw myself at you.” Another coughing fit as you turn away from him that has enough force to make your whole body shake. “You were kind enough to sully yourself with me, if it’s anyone's fault it’s mine. I should have just helped you up instead of acting like you were a piece of meat on display for me to drool over.” Reaching over for the tea that you hope is at least still warm, Eriks is quick to take your hand and steady it as you raise the mug to your lips. Lukewarm. At least it’s better than being cold.

“You didn’t throw yourself at me. I should have had better control of myself.” You watch as his adams apple bobs while he stares at you for a moment. “You’re sick because of me.”

“Don’t be silly” letting him take the mug from your hand and returning it to the bedside table. “Eriks when the water isn’t right from the heater I get sick, you can’t blame yourself for that.” A tiny bit of bravery on your part as you slip your hand into his and give it the briefest of squeezes. “Really, if someone needs to apologize for anything it is me. You don’t need to pretend to return my feelings for you, can we just put what happened behind us and go back to being friends?”

It’s his turn to frown as his thumb sweeps across your knuckles his grip on your hand having shifted. “Why would you think I need to pretend to return your feelings?” Blinking slowly as you watch him wrap his metal hand outside of his flesh one encasing yours. “You deserve better than me. Someone whole, that isn’t me.” You can feel the dampness from your eyes as it starts to form and spills down onto your lashes, you were preparing for him to let you go but that doesn’t mean it helps to lessen the sting any more than it does. “Maybe it’s a good thing that for once, I want to be selfish. Avoiding you because you being sick is my fault isn’t the best way to show my affection.”

“What are you talking about?” Trying to follow what he just said while dealing with the pain in your chest isn’t helping your head.

With a chuckle, his metal palm reaches up to cup your cheek and you melt into the cooling sensation along your burning skin. “I’m trying to say you need to stop thinking that I don’t care for you.” Leaning closer and planting his lips on your sweaty brow.

If you weren’t confused before you certainly are now, as your mind races to try and catch up to his actions. Turning your face away as best as you can as another coughing fit hits you so you aren’t exhaling germs in his face, your brain finally processes what he’s been saying. “Eriks, please. I can’t take such teasing.”

“Oh, you silly thing. I’m not teasing you.” His voice is soft and gentle as he tilts your face back toward his, placing his forehead against your searing one. “I care for you, far more than I should.” As he closes the distance to your lips you turn your head so they press against your cheek.

“I don’t want you getting sick too.” Your laughter leads to another coughing fit with your eyes closed from the violent force of it. The coolness of Eriks' skin leaves your flushed face and the weight on your bed is gone as the mattress shifts. Did you ruin things once more between the two of you?

“I won’t get sick.” Opening your eyes to find him sitting on the chair bent over and unlacing his shoes before removing his glasses and placing them beside your cooling tea. “Now let's get you comfortable.” He gets behind you on the bed and uses his large palms on your sides to adjust you so you’re leaning against him instead of the headboard, with Eriks easily able to pick up your drink for you and help to support the weight of it while you sip the now tepid drink.

“I will admit, you’re softer than the headboard.” With his heartbeat under your ear, you aren’t going to say anything about the fact you can feel and hear it thundering. “Are you sure you won’t get sick?”

“No Sweetness, I won’t” Pressing his lips to the crown of your head and gently sweeping his fingers along your spine with his free hand. “Though if I do, I’m sure you’ll return the favor.”

“Nah, I’m gonna let Lina look after you.” Chuckling as you take another sip of your drink. Relaxing more against him before parting your lips. “Does that mean that offer for a next time is still on the table?”

“When you’re better. Naughty thing.” His warm breath washes down around your head as he chuckles and you think you can see the vaguest blush on his cheeks at the question.

“When I’m better than.” It is long before you drift off to the sound of the heartbeat thumping under your ear. Eriks removed the mug from your fingers long before you had the chance to drop it, eventually letting himself fall into a light snooze as his own exhaustion from his sleepless nights has caught up to him. With you propped against him, your airways are clear and you don’t spend that much time coughing.

When Granny and Lina returned home the first thing Granny did was check on the two of you, smiling to herself as both of you were snoozing away. Your fingers tangled in the fabric of Eriks' shirt as his hand rested on your hip over the fabric of the sheets wrapped around your form.

“Those two really are stupid.” Sending Lina the side eye as she leaned against the doorframe looking at the two of you.

“Someday when you’re older you’ll understand Lina.” Sheryl chuckled, a shooing motion sent at Lina to have the young girl on her way as both blood-related family members left the pair to rest.

“If I’m going to look as dopey as Eriks does right now, no thank you.” With her hands in her pockets, Lina went to go about her chores, missing the twinkle in her grandmother's eye.

‘Aw to be young again.’ Granny thought as she headed for the living room, glad the two of you seemed to be on better terms once more.

“How are both of you adults?” Lina questioned as you sat at the table with a tea and Eriks helped her with the dishes looking as equally confused. “You both act so stupidly around one another. Like a pair of idiots.”

The mug is about halfway to your mouth and you just keep blinking at the girl, it’s been a few days since you and Eriks had your reconciliation and the two of you have been closer. That first night Eriks even stayed in bed with you, of course, he said it was to help make sure you could breathe right for the first time in days but still.

“Lina, what are you talking about?” If Eriks face is anything to go by he’s just as confused as you are.

“That! See! You’re both just so dumb, I have to do everything around here!” With the final dish washed the teenager is stomping off, leaving Eriks to dry the last few pieces and you to stare after her.

“That.”

“Was strange” Eriks finishes for you, as he works the cloth in his hand before placing the plate he had been holding back into the cupboard. Shaking your head a little you go back to drinking your tea, waiting for Eriks to finish.

“She just sees the two of you as still dancing around one another instead of doing something about it.” Granny frightens you badly enough that some of the tea you had been drinking goes down the wrong way, coughing violently until Eriks is rubbing the space between your shoulder blades.

“Granny, you need to stop sneaking up on people like that.” Eriks is chastening the older woman while you keep coughing feeling your chest start to burn from the exertion. Too bad Granny just chuckles as she takes up her usual seat at the head of the table.

“I just made it out of bed Granny, are you trying to put me back into it again?” With Eriks still leaning over your body you find one of your hands reaching up to land atop the one he has on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

“Only if Eriks follows you there.” You shouldn’t have tried for another drink of tea, as this time you’re sputtering and Eriks is flushed red dragging a hand down his face.

“Sheryl.” It’s a long groan from him as you pound on your chest, goddamn it almost as if the old woman is trying to end you.

“Don’t Sheryl me. The two of you are like a pair of young Tomas too skittish to do anything but croon at one another.”

“Granny. We’re just getting around to admitting we're attracted to one another, can’t we don’t think at our own pace?” That has the old woman huffing at you, and as much as you want a bit more tea you aren’t going to risk it at the moment.

“I’ve seen water freeze faster.” You feel Eriks give your shoulder a reassuring squeeze at Granny’s latest outburst.

“Maybe we aren’t comfortable pushing that boundary yet, we haven’t even had a date.” You could kiss the tall blond as he spouts more sense than you’d be able to manage at the moment.

“Then go on a date.” Once more you blink, and Eriks is doing the same as the two of you stare at the older woman who has a smirk slowly splitting her face open. “That my dear little love birds is why Lina thinks you’re both stupid.”

With a bit of planning, and once you felt like you could stand for more than a few minutes you and Eriks did have your date. It wasn’t much, just the pair of you heading into the saloon in town and having a meal in the back corner away from prying eyes. Sharing a few chuckles as you ate before heading back home, arm in arm as soon as you were out of sight of the town.

Arm and arm made it sound sweet when in reality you both had wandering hands that were roaming the skin of the other, and as the house came into view your underwear was damp and there was a clear bulge in his pants. Giggling as Eriks spun you by your hand so your chest was flat against his, caged in by his metal arm, and laughing as his lips dragged along the skin of your neck before reaching your ear. “Did you enjoy tonight?”

“I did.” Tapping your fingers along his shoulders and slowly moving them back to tangle in his hair. “I’m not ready for it to end yet though.” You whisper, tilting his head so you can kiss the edge of his jaw.

“I’m not sure that’s the best idea.” There’s an edge to his voice again, the same kind that had laced his words when the two of you had been down in the tunnel and you had been grinding down onto his body.

“You said when I was better.” Another kiss to his jaw, next to the first as you start to drag your fingers along the back of his scalp. “I’m better Eriks. Please. I want to make you feel as good as you did me.”

“A first date and you’re ready to get into bed with me?” You jerk against his body as he ever so lightly nips at your earlobe, a clenching in your core at his light teasing.

“Technically we were in bed together before the first date.” And done far worse, and that single thought of wanting to make Eriks feel as good as he had you is a driving factor in your motives. You want this beautiful handsome man a moaning mess under your touch.

“Are you really sure you want this?” You can feel how his body is torn, from the way his fingers tighten their grip on you but he places a gap from where your chests are pressed together. His voice is laced with both a growl and a hint of doubt that you aren’t fully sure of a reason for.

“Of course I do. I’m rather attracted to you Eriks.” Sure movements as he turns his head as your mouths find each other, tongues wild and you can taste the sauce from his meal as your kiss grows sloppy. Panting when you feel his hips jerk and it sends a line of fire along your spine, far too lost in the kiss to do anything except try to grind back and keep your fingers tangled in his hair.

When his hands land on your butt and lift you upwards you respond by wrapping your legs around his. Aware you’re moving from the shifting of his legs and the sound of gravel crunching under his boots as he carries you back to the house, stopping just before the door. “Yours or mine?”

“Mine” Breathless as you answer him. “I’m farther from Granny and Lina.”

“Right.” Like that your mouths reconnect and you have to admit he’s far more put together than you are at the moment. Able to walk, think, and make out with you all at once and with the occasional kneading of your flesh in his hold as his tongue slides against yours. You keep your hands busy dragging one hand along his scalp while the other rests on the nape of his neck is all you can manage with how distracting his lips are.

Both of you freeze when the floorboard in the middle of the hallway creaks as Eriks steps on it. You know the one because the entire time you’ve lived in the house it’s made a noise at even the smallest pressure. Part of you is praying that neither Lina nor Granny sticks their heads out from their bedrooms to see the cause of the noise, you don’t need either of them to see you and Eriks with drool running down your chins and faces flush with desire.

Or for Lina to see you and Eriks looking as desperate as you are, with your legs wrapped around his waist you can feel the tent in his pants pressing deliciously against you.

A few heartbeats later Eriks is moving once more, sticking closer to the sides of the hallway before pressing your back against your peeling door. His lips drag against your neck as he hoists you higher in his hold slipping his metal arm under you so he can work the handle to open the space. His strength often surprises you, and this time is no exception as your core tightens licking your lips as your fingers dance across his shoulder blades wanting to keep him pressed tight against you.

Inside Eriks uses his foot as best as he can to close the door and while it doesn’t quite slam it is louder than he intended. At the look of apprehension on his face, you're using his long hair like a lease, taking fistfuls of it to pull his head back so you can kiss those bruised lips of his once more. The tension seems to melt from him, quickly responding to the kiss with fervor as he strides more into the room.

You expected to feel the lumps of your mattress under your body, not to hear the creak of the wooden chair in your room almost as if the old furniture doesn’t want to support both of your weight on it. You lean back to unwrap your legs from his body, and Eriks lets out a sigh as he slides so the old dowels are supporting him with his mass more centered on the chair. “Damn, you are one handsome man.” Breathless as your fingers slide along his neck, smiling down at him as he sends you a sheepish grin in return.

“Nah. I’m nothing compared to you sweetness.” Ghosting his hands along your side as you both adjust so you’re straddling him more comfortably. Moving closer and rubbing the point of your nose against his as you catch more of your breath, wanting to enjoy the feeling of his heaving chest and the heat from his hands as it sinks into your body.

“I’m starting to think you’ve never looked in the mirror.” Toying with the hem of his shirt as you bite your lip, nervous of what you’re about to ask him. “Can I.” The intensity of his gaze has you halting for a moment, his hands on the outside of your ribs, and you are certain he has to feel your heart beating like a drum under his flesh plam. Yet as intense as his blue eyes are, you can’t remember when his glasses disappeared, all you can see is adoration in those shining orbs. “Can I help you with your shirt?”

It feels almost childish to ask since the two of you had been grinding against one another on your way back to the house while sharing salvia. Yet some part of you wants to make sure this time neither of you feels like they’re taking advantage of the other.

“Only if you’re gentle with me.” He’s teasing you, as he gives your sides a brief squeeze before resuming the exploration of your clothed upper body. “After all.” Tilting his face more to kiss the bottom of your chin. “I’m shy.” You feel the deep chuckle he lets out as his lips remain pressed against your skin, no doubt able to feel as you nervously swallow.

Taking a moment to settle yourself before leaning back with your fingers interlaced behind his neck so your thumbs can brush the stubbled edge of his jaw. “I’ll treat you with the utmost care.” Slowly sweeping your fingers down his neck to his shoulders the heat from his skin radiating into the tips, Eriks is always so warm you wonder if he doesn’t feel like he’s cooking in his skin. As your fingers reach the first button you stop to look into his eyes, waiting for a signal this is something he truly wants since he didn’t give you a yes or no answer.

A small nod and you unsnap the first button, it doesn’t reveal much more but you still roll your back as you bend to plant a quick kiss on the pale skin. Feeling the briefest flick of his fingers along your sides you look up, seeing his chin lowered to watch you a bright pink blush across his cheeks. Emboldened you undo another, taking your time to slip the hard plastic through the fraying hole focused on your task and the new patch of skin revealed to you.

Every button undone has the same pattern repeating, you kissing the newly revealed skin and as the expanse grows letting your fingers wander over his knitted flesh. Tracing the edges of the larger ones and the fine wires that run along his chest, paying special attention to the patch of rough gouged flesh that was directly over his heart. As more and more of his battered body was revealed the shifting of his hands along your body slowed until they stopped, gripping your hips as if trying to ground himself. His breathing growing more ragged by the minute and that pink blush had grown to a vivid crimson that was spreading up to the tips of his ears and down his chest in line with your tender caresses.

Eventually, you came to a point where you couldn’t kiss his skin under the buttons anymore, his hold on your body not allowing you to slip off his lap as you worked your way downwards. Instead, as your fingers kept undoing his shirt and exploring the newly revealed skin you began to retrace the path your lips had blazed, listening to his strained breathing grow heavy as he inhaled through his nose and out through his mouth. The fire inside of you burning hotter and you could understand his reactions since you doubted you were fairing much better.

As the last button was undone and your digits toyed with the hem of his pants you kissed the point of his chin. The short hairs from his stubble pricking your lips and you felt yourself growing damp in his lap, wondering how it might feel pressing against your thighs since you knew from the making out earlier he knew how to use that tongue.

Letting one of your fingers slip beneath the hem of his pants he lets out a low growl, the hand on your hip flying up to the back of your neck so he can tug you against him and smash his mouth against yours. All thought leaves you at the ferocity of the kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as if it’s his and his alone to with as he pleases and another flood of wetness spreads from your core. Moaning against his lips as the wet muscle of his tongue seems to plunge into your mouth as if he’s fucking you and you’re swimming in a haze of desire and arousal, you’ve never been kissed like this before. Damn if you don’t enjoy it as the burning in your lungs as he seemingly steals your breath. Except your pleasure turns to panic, slapping his shoulder as you pull away coughing like mad and trying to hide in the crook of your arm.

You ruined things once more.

“Sorry Sweetness, sorry.” The hand that had been on your neck is rubbing your back in large soothing circles his face close to yours as he tenderly places his lips to your temple mumbling. “I shouldn’t have let things get that intense, keep coughing get it out of your system until you can breathe.” It’s like the cooing of a dove in your ears as his hair slips forward like a veil shielding the two of you.

“I feel” Coughing another you sigh as the burning in your chest lessens “Not so sexy after coughing in your face.” That has Eriks chuckling, his metal hand gently on your neck as he keeps rubbing circles in your back and using the tip of his nose to try and get you to look at him.

He’s wearing that soft broken smile that makes you think you might love this mysterious man far more than you should. “I still think you’re rather sexy, but if you feel that bad about coughing in my face how about we even the score here and I help you take your shirt off.”

“Technically your shirt isn’t off. Yet” You tease as you lean back to rub your face hoping you haven’t covered yourself spittle from your lungs having a fit. The pressure in your lungs starts to ease and Eriks raises one of his eyebrows at you before giving a soft chuckle.

“Fair is fair.” Rolling his shoulders you feel your brain shortcircuit for a moment at the shifting of his pectoral and abdomen as his shirt slips down his back. The hint of a smirk on his face no doubt at your gobsmacked expression as the white fabric slides down his pale skin before catching at his elbows. Tilting his head you thought you saw a glimmer of light in his eyes as they soften while staring at you. “Help me?” A gentle plea that you almost missed with his distracting upper body fully revealed.

Your eyes widen a little embarrassed with yourself before taking each of his arms in your hands and pulling the sleeves off him. More battered skin revealed and as you remove his flesh arm you’re glad you started with his prosthetic. Lifting his hand to your mouth to skin one of the smaller scars just past his wrist, keeping your gaze locked on his. “I want to map every inch of you until I can close my eyes and draw it in the sand. Every bump groove and ridge.” It’s husky as it leaves your lips and you feel a warmth spreading along your back once more at the sheer look of adoration on his face.

“I think your body would make a far nicer picture in the sand than mine.” His prosthetic is playing the edge of your shirt, the chill from the metal sinking into your skin feels lovely compared to the heat building inside of you. With his hand still encased in both of your smaller ones you feel the fidgeting of his fingers and don’t miss the self-depreciation in his tone.

“I’d say flattery will get you nowhere, but I’m sitting on your lap all hot and bothered so I guess it’s working.” Letting go of his hand and watching it slowly fall to his lap between both of your bodies before hooking the bottom of your shirt with your hands and pulling it up and over your head. A low groan from the blond in front of you and you can feel the rumble well aware he’s enjoying what he sees. “Just remember, I think you’re beautiful. I’d rather if you didn’t talk down about what I enjoy.” Left in your bra the chill from the room sweeps in and your skin rises in goosebumps almost immediately. Eriks is quick to react as his flesh hand starts to rub along your arm.

“Maybe you have strange taste.” That teasing lilt is back in his voice and you roll your eyes at him before a thought hits you. Giving your hips a roll and feeling his length twitch under you as he lets out a soft groan.

“Maybe.” Laughing before leaning closer to his body again and pressing against him, feeling his warmth sink into you. “Doesn’t change how I feel about you though.” Tipping his jaw back with both of your thumbs something he lets you do as the muscles of his neck go lax. “Now kiss me again, and I don’t care if you steal my breath this time.”

As your lips crash together this time it’s far more tender but that same undercurrent of yearning is there, as his tongue tangles with yours. As the kiss progresses it’s obvious he takes his ques from you about how exuberant he’ll be, kitten licks of his tongue against yours which you started. This time it’s you controlling the kiss as you run your tongue along his teeth, feeling the point of his canines and shuddering surprised by how much the thought of those dragging against your skin turns you on. Unconsciously your hips are starting to rock against his once more until your shifting has your core sliding just right and you pull back panting.

“Damn, I want more than just this heavy petting.” Your fingers move to his belt once more only for him to grab both of your wrists once more. Looking at him in confusion, why does he keep stopping you?

“I… I’d rather if you let me just take care of you.” Lifting both of your hands to his mouth and kissing your fingers. “Please.” He’s pleading with you and it’s desperate.

“Eriks, what’s wrong.” The alarm bells in your head are going off and your heart starts to feel heavy in your chest. Does. Does he not really feel the same way about you as you thought? Has this all just been him letting you do as you want because he feels guilty?

“I.” His head lolling backward and you hear the softest thump as the back of his head hits the wall. “I don’t think you’ll like what you find there.” His chest heaving as he takes a deep inhale and you almost swoon at the sight as he seems even bigger than before as he holds that breath for a time that would have you coughing a storm. Eventually letting it out before raising his head and catching you in those blue orbs that are swimming in sadness. “Please, Sweetness. I’ll give you whatever you want with my hands and mouth, I want to watch you come undone for me again. And again.” Unshed tears are forming in his eyes and your hands are cupping his cheeks as your heart feels like it’s breaking.

“That’s not fair Eriks. I don’t just want you to make me feel good, do you not trust me? I don’t care what I find down there, everyone is different.” Letting your voice trail off, not that you’ve had a huge amount of experience but when you’re on the run as a bandit sometimes you sadly see more dicks than you want on the side of trucks as people relieve themselves. Blinking back your own tears as you map his face with your thumbs watching those sad blue pools is eating at your soul in a way you didn’t know was possible. “Please Eriks, trust me. I don’t care what you have down there. I just want to make you feel as good as you do me.”

You wanted tonight to be a happy night, to return the pleasure he’d given you in the well tenfold. Now you just wanted to crawl into your bed and cry and something in Eriks seems to give. “You do me make feel good sweetness. If I tell you I’m willing to at least try will you let me? I promise it’s very much me and not you.” Both of his hands are sweeping along your skin, a plan forming in his own mind on how to distract you from the mass between his legs. If he can give you another mind-blowing orgasm you might forget about wanting to get his pants off. “I just, I’ve been turned away before.” Just once a long time ago he remembered someone seeing his not-so-normal sexual organ and it left a scar that no one would ever see.

You suddenly feel like an asshole again, projecting your thoughts onto him when the truth was he just wasn’t as confident about his body. Which you can understand, he was covered in scars some of which were huge and looked like rough worm leather. “I’m sorry Eriks, I’m being stupid again.”

“Hush, we’re just figuring things out.” Tilting his head in your hands so his lips can press against one of your palms, mouthing at the skin gently. “Do you want to stop for tonight? I think this time it might be me who killed the mood.”

“No, no baby. I wanna keep going.” Turning his head back towards you and kissing him deeply this time, no hurried motions or exploring just trying to convey your feelings towards the half-naked man under you. A half-naked man running his hands along your sides and sweeping around your belly and back as they moved, exploring your skin, shivering from the duel sensations. An action that has Eriks removing his metal hand from your sides. Pulling back to whispering against his lips “I want all of you to touch me.” Before closing the distance again, a moment of hesitation before the limb goes back to its gentle exploration once more.

His gentle exploration doesn’t last long as his hands start to fondle the sides of your chest and your covered breasts. His larger palms almost covered the entire mound of one and it sends a tingle along your spine at the idea of him playing with them directly. “I’m starting to think maybe I should pull this off too?” Teasing him as you switch to planting random kisses along his face, enjoying the warmth flooding your chest as you slowly reintroduce grinding on him into the equation.

“Let me help.” His breath washes over your face as his head tilts down to watch as his fingers toy with the fabric before the flesh one slides back to undo the fasteners. You almost have to laugh at how serious his face is, as if he’s working on something far more intricate than a bra, and once you feel the band around your ribs loosen it’s your turn to roll your shoulders so the straps trail down your arms.

As the material falls away he freezes and you feel a rather violent twitching in his pants while his eyes are locked on your chest. An involuntary lick of his lips as he slowly moves the fabric lower and the groan seems to rumble out of him. His blue eyes dart up to yours and you have to hold back a snort at his next question. “Can I touch them?”

You can’t hold in your laughter as your body shakes from the mirth as you remove the rest of it and toss it where you think your shirt went. “No, I just took it off to tease you.” Catching his face in your hands and kissing him again, letting out a soft moan as you nibble on his lower lip. “Of course you can.” Your voice is breathless again and being the gentleman he is, Eriks doesn’t rush to fondle your chest. Instead lifting his hands to your back and pulling you hard against him and going to a deeper kiss again, letting his hips lift so when you next roll against him the hardness between his legs is rubbing along your clit. The fabric of your underwear clinging to your skin adds a layer to the sensation with its texture, drenched in the slick pouring from you. You almost come from the feeling and Eriks must sense it, his grip tightening on your body panting against your lips.

“Let me make you come again Sweetness, just keep grinding against me.” You do as he asks, letting your hands roam across his shoulders and rolling your hips. Small noises leave you as Eriks rests his hands on your hips, using it as leverage to lift your body higher on his and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.

Your back is arching, your clothed cunt still rubbing against his cock through his pants as he sucks while you moan far louder than you’d intended. He doesn’t let, pulling more of your skin into his mouth and using the tip of that tongue of his to circle the nub in the center, going this way and that. All while keeping your hips moving. Your hands are flying to grip his head, great fistfuls of his hair tangled in your fingers as you grind against him desperately.

The sound of his sucking and slurping is obscene and you feel the pressure inside of you building and damn if you don’t want more of it, forcing his head against your chest. Eriks must enjoy it as he grunts in response and starts to lick at your nipple with his tongue flat covering the entire surface of sensitive skin. A few more grinds against each other and let you a startled cry as you come, feeling that tingle run up your spine. Slumping a little against him as you relax, a wet pop as he removes his mouth and slides his lips along the skin until his head in between both of your breasts. Mouthing at the skin between them while you catch your breath.

“Eriks?”

“Yes, Sweetness?” His voice muffled against your chest, even though you aren’t keeping him pressed against you anymore he seems rather content with his face buried in your skin.

“Will you please let me return the favor this time? I feel guilty you’ve let me come twice on you now.” Carding your fingers gently through his hair and you feel his exhale as it wafts against your skin, cooling the spit he’s left behind that makes you shiver.

“You’re bound and determined aren’t you?” His voice is almost mournful as he asks the question.

“Yes. I don’t want to only just receive in this relationship.” Tugging on his scalp gently so he leans backward. “Even if I just touch you through the fabric Eriks, please.” You can see the flickers of fear in his eyes, leaning down so your foreheads are together not sure if your words will help with his apprehension. “I just want to see you come undone too, to know I did that.” Biting your lip as you watch those expressive blue orbs and the warring emotions inside of him. “Have you ever touched yourself while thinking of me?” You aren’t fully sure why you asked the question, perhaps remembering when he asked you something similar in the well and it has his straining cock throbbing impossibly warm through his clothes under you.

“No.” Your face falls again at the admission and your shoulders slump. “Because I don’t deserve to. I don’t deserve any relief like that.” You don’t miss the dejection in his voice, but you think you see something glimmer in those eyes like hope.

“Maybe you should let me judge that. I won’t force you, but I want to see you relax and not carry the weight of the world on your shoulders.” You almost add on something but it doesn’t feel right. Not yet. It’s too soon to call him that L word.

“I’m afraid this will end if you see me. All of me.”

“You should know by now I’m not that shallow. I want all of you Eriks, and I’ll wait a lifetime if that’s what it takes.” His fears are valid, but at this point, you don’t care what he has between his legs you just want to see that undercurrent of a sad smile that always has been wiped from his face.

A long exhale and you feel him pat your ass with both hands tilting his face to kiss you quickly. “Alright, Sweetness. You win.” He uses his grip on your hips to help you stand before he does the same, gripping his belt and working on undoing it before pausing and bending to remove his shoes.

You swallow and work quickly to do the same, hearing him pause while you’re bent over. “What are you?”

“Getting naked, just like you.” Lifting your head and sending him what you hope is a dazzling smile “Fair is fair right?”

That has him chuckling as he stands again, undoing his zipper before stopping. “Could you? Could you maybe sit on the bed?” He’s nervous again, and you nod feeling the light give of the mattress under you. Another swallow on his part and he gives you the softest smile almost as if mourning something. “Well, here we go I guess.” Hooking his pants and underwear in one go sliding both down his thick thighs and stepping out of the fabric.

It’s your turn to swallow as you gaze at him dappled in the light of the moons shining in through your window. A canvas of more scars and metal along his legs, the light making the bits of his unblemished skin almost translucent in comparison. It’s hard to not stare at the length bobbing between his legs and you suddenly understand why he was so nervous. It’s not a normal cock by any means, covered in bumpy ridges almost like inter lapping scales climbing upwards. You almost don’t miss the thinner stalks of what look like tendrils wrapped around him, a light purple-blue sheen to them as if lit from within.

You must have been silent for too long as Eriks coughs. “I should get dressed.” Bending and reaching for his pants and you’re reeling, dropping from the bed in front of him and gripping his thighs in your hands.

“No. You shouldn’t.” Moving closer and pressing your lips against his thigh as close to his sex as you can. “I won’t lie. I might be a little surprised.” You look up at him and stand to rub against the muscles under your palm. “Eriks, I need you to not be you for the next little bit and actually talk about yourself. I need you to tell me what feels good and what doesn’t. Can you do that for me?” While keeping eye contact with him you try to keep your face as close to his cock as possible, feeling it twitch beside your head as your breath hits it. This close you can see the globs of clear fluid pouring from his tip and damn do you want to wrap your lips around it and suck.

“Wait” There is no mistaking the confusion in his voice. “You still want to-”

“Eriks.” Cutting him off you squeeze his thighs as hard as you can to make sure you have his full attention. “I want to feel that cock of yours inside me and ride it until we either break the bed frame or I’m too exhausted to move. But first I want to lick you all over and suck you off, and I need to know if I can do that.” Ending your little rant with a press of your lips close enough to the twitching appendix that you can feel it brush your cheek.

You don’t miss the tears falling from his eyes as he looks at you on your knees in front of him, raising his prosthetic to ghost over your other cheek and brush your hair from your eyes. “You’re amazing my sweetness.” His voice catches in his throat as he speaks and you just smile up at him.

“Nah. I just want to make you feel as good as you do me.” Chuckling up at him as he uses his flesh hand to wipe at his eyes. “Now come on big guy” Smirking as you let your eyes flick to his cock so he catches both meanings. “Can I start licking or what?”

“You can.” He chuckles eyes still misty “Just be careful of the thinner strands around me, they sometimes have a mind of their own.” It really is funny to see the pink return to his cheeks while he's still looking at you like you're the best thing to ever happen to him. With that small warning, you tilt your head and run the tip of your tongue along a few of the ridges avoiding one of the tendrils. The sigh Eriks lets out at your action makes your heart beat faster and a burning start in your belly. The fact he's so responsive from such a small touch has your head running a mile a minute, wondering just how reactive and sensitive he could be.

“Eriks?” You question again as you swipe your tongue along another section of his ridged length. Hearing him moan you press your lips together before looking up at him with your full attention. “Do you touch yourself the way I touch myself when I think about you?” His cock throbs right next to your face but the crimson flush on his face is telling.

“No. I don't. It's not exactly human-looking.” Seeing his swallow you move closer and mouth at the space between two of the tendrils and suck lightly. “I never thought you'd want me, so I ignored what I wanted.”

“Stop that Baby. Because I want all of you and I don't just mean your body.” You start placing kitten licks along his length moving upwards towards the head seeing a pool of clear fluid starting to bead along ridges. “I want all those soft smiles you have, and the sad ones you wear when you think no one is watching.” Placing another few licks as you keep working feeling your clit pulse and hearing his breathing grow eractic. “I know there's so much to you that you don't share and some of it you might not ever share, but I wanna be the one you share it with.” The next few words catch in your throat, too hard to verbalize as you come to terms with the fact you might feel a lot more than just lust for this beautiful and broken man. Instead wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking, tasting the liquid and almost groaning as it floods your mouth. Your pussy clenches and a line of fire sweeps up your spine while liquid drips from you like a faucet. Both of his hands reach to tangle in your hair while a low hum seems to echo from Eriks and it has you doing proverbial laps of happiness before you pull off his cock. “No more not touching yourself, alright? Now. What happens if I do touch these?” You tease placing a quick kiss on one of the tendrils, gasping in wonder as it flutters away from his length for a moment before landing flat against his dick.

Letting Eriks push your head back and look up to see a shy smile on his face again and that crimson flush is covering his entire face and chest now. “I did say they have a mind of their own.”

“Did you like that at least?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I'm going to enjoy this.” Using a bit more force as you move your head back in and this time wrap your hand around his base with your fingertips just brushing your thumb. A noise not unlike a keening coming from inside him as he throbs under your fingers and his tip is covered in fluid again. Starting to pump his cock and keeping the pressure light with his tendrils wrapped around him you’re amazed at the amount of fluid leaking from him. Feeling it coating your fingers and dripping over them as you reach the top, at least you don't have to worry about chafing. Nibbling on the head and feeling your body respond as more of the fluid lines your lips, rubbing your thighs together and they glide against one another with the wetness that has dripped out of you. Doing your best to commit each and every bump to memory under your digits as the humming starts in the room again and you realize it's all coming from Eriks. It adds to the throbbing of your sex and the way your entire body seems to clench in anticipation.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know the liquid from Eriks must be doing something to you, you've never felt this turned on before. Almost as if you're hyper-aware of everything from the way the skin on your fingertips drag along the bumps of his cock, to the sweat at the edge of your hairline and under his palms, all the way to the tingling of your toes against the floor. Every nerve, every fiber of your being seems more in tune with how you feel and how Eriks is making you feel.

Hearing a short groan and glancing upwards you swoon internally at the way he's biting his bottom lip trying to keep his noises contained and the way his eyes are shut with his brow pinched. His focus on trying to keep himself from letting you hear him is adorable, well or him just trying to keep the keep house from hearing just how good you make him feel might be more accurate. “If I wasn’t worried about the rest of our family I’d tell you to stop holding back those noises.” Not waiting for him to answer you slip your mouth over his tip and suck once more, hearing a whine from Eriks as his hips buck trying to sink more of him into your warm mouth.

“Sweetness, you’re gonna be my undoing.” Ignoring him you close your eyes, hand still pumping his length while hollowing your cheeks and sucking as hard as you can. If he’s telling you that you want him to let himself go, to let some of the tension and fear he seems to carry fall away from him. Well and your pussy clenches and throbs around the idea of swallowing a load of his cum down your throat. Moving your hand faster and letting the tip of your tongue flutter against the opening in his cock. The amount of fluid coming from his slit is too much as it seeps from the corners of your mouth, trailing down your arm to your elbow before dripping to the floor. It’s making a mess all you keep thinking is how you can’t wait to feel him inside you, as the bumps seem to shift and pulse and his tendrils wiggle under your fingers. “Swee- Augh” Eriks can’t even finish as his release hits the back of your throat with enough force to make you jump.

The sensation of liquid spattering against your face also has you a little confused, popping off his dick and gently releasing his length from your hand. Reaching up scoop some of the liquid off your cheek looking to see the pale blue of it and tilting your head. Your libido is running high from the load you just swallowed and you react on instinct by sticking two of your fingers in your mouth and sucking.

It makes you cum from the salty taste and you can’t help but moan as your eyes roll back in your head. You never thought you could find release just from sucking Eriks off, let alone licking his release off your fingers. The weight of his hands coming to rest on your shoulders and rubbing gently. “My tendrils have my ah, actual release. If that makes sense.” You hum feeling boneless as you open your eyes to see him kneeling in front of you and his cock is still bobbing between his legs.

“Eriks?”

“Yes, Sweetness?” His voice is soothing, using one of his hands and what you think is one of his socks to pat at your skin to clean what is apparently his real release from your skin.

“Please let me ride you.” Like this, he’s at your level and you lean across the space looking for his lips. Sighing as he shifts to meet you and it’s a brush of swollen lips against dry ones, low mewls and whines from both of you and your hands move to press against his chest. Feeling his heartbeat under the scarred skin and it’s racing as quickly as yours.

“I think we should move to the bed first sweetness.” You both chuckle and you feel like the amount of his skin pressed against yours isn’t enough. No, it’s nowhere near enough, you want to be wrapped in his limbs and yours clutching his as your chests align.

“Then get on the bed because I’ll follow you anywhere right now.” You want to feel that ridged length of his deep in your core, after having a taste and your fingers wrapped around him you can only imagine the way it’s going to feel against your walls. And you’ve never been patient.

Sliding your hands up his chest and struggling to get your feet under you to stand and drag Eriks to the bed with you. To say you're not successful is a bit of an understatement barely able to get even to your knees before stumbling, suffice to say Eriks doesn't budge from his place across from you. “Hush Sweetness. We have time to get there.” A light press of his fingers as they trail along your arms so he can grip your hands in his as he maneuvers you so you're sitting in his lap feeling his cock throb against your inner thigh and leaking even more liquid between the two of you. “I'm not going anywhere, just give me time to get used to your affections.”

It's awkward but you relent somewhat since more of your body is wedged against him, the sensation of his arms encompassing you as he presses his forehead against the side of your temple. His eyes shine once more while he just breathes, the metal in his chest indenting your skin. “If you want to call me wanting to jump you that bad as affections fine. Just know it runs a lot more than skin deep.” Chuckling as you start to play with some of the strands of his hair while watching him.

“You seem to be taking all of this rather” He pauses as if looking for the right word while his flesh hand runs along your back. “Calmy.”

“Oh I'm not calm, my heart is beating so hard in my chest that I'm surprised you can't see it moving and my skin that isn't touching you feels like it's burning.” Your voice is soft as you admit it and the churning in your stomach starts up again as the muscles in your stomach start to react to your growing arousal. “If you mean more about you and the extraordinary-looking length between your legs? Well, I'm a little surprised but it isn't going to change how I feel about you.” Turning in his lap so even more of your bodies are pressed together. “I think in time if you want to tell me more you will, but for now I'm happy. Well.” Letting your voice drop into a playful tone and licking the tip of his nose. “As happy as a girl who wants to feel her lover's lovely cock in her can be when he’s making her slow down and wait.”

“So we're lovers now?” A soft little laugh escapes him at your antics but the growing smile on his face more than gives him away. “That seems presumptuous.” Angling his head to tilt yours up for a quick brush of his lips over yours and remaining close so the two of you share the same breath. “We only had one date.”

“One date and a lot of mind-blowing orgasms.” You counter letting the hand that wasn't curled in his hair slide down his chest to wrap around his length again. “I wouldn't mind more of either if that's what it takes to convince you.”

“So forward my sweetness.” Still teasing you a little before gripping your hand and removing it from his cock to kiss the back of it. Watching his face grow somber before letting his gaze land directly on yours. “Do you really want me that bad?”

“Of course I do Eriks.”

“Alright then. I guess I'll let you ride me but um, don't mind my tendrils doing their own thing? Ok?” Taking the time to spread your fingers and kiss the tip of each one before you find yourself laughing.

“I'll try not to I guess?” You really don't know what to expect from them but you can't see them doing anything crazy. Taking a sharp inhale as the muscles of his abdomen flex and he starts to stand taking you with him. Every time he shows his strength like this it makes some primal part of your brain hum, it's so rare to see compared to when he tries to hide that ability under the guise of his loose clothing and easygoing mannerisms. yet moments like now as he stands with you in his arms serve as a reminder and you can't help but lick your lips. With steady steps even if he doesn’t have far to go he’s careful as he lowers you to your feet beside the edge of the bed frame.

Fingers grasping the coarse material that makes up your bedding and tugging on the layers until it’s just the sheet that covers the mattress remaining and you gesture to it. “I guess this is your last chance to back out if you want.” Trying to keep your tone playful since you know if he does decide he doesn’t want this it will shatter your heart even if you refuse to voice how much you’ve come to care for Eriks.

“The same goes for you too.” Slipping onto your bed and trying to get comfortable he lets out a soft groan as he settles in the center and lifts his hands to adjust your pillow under his head. Dappled in the moonlight with every portion of him framed on your mattress you shake your head.

Carefully joining him and settling so you’re hovering above his stomach aware of his length twitching just behind you. “No, I want this.” Certain your flush has to be visible in the same pale light as an inferno rages across your skin.

His flesh hand dancing along your arm since like this he can’t reach your face without leaning upwards. “You won’t break me, so let your legs relax.” His words are tender and you have to smile as your heart beats to it’s own song, shaking your head before bending to kiss him soundly on the lips. Almost like a promise as neither of you presses too hard before you lean back and shuffle down, lifting yourself higher so your pussy is hovering over his twitching cock.

You sort of get what he meant now about the tendrils. There are five of them in total and each one is moving as if of it’s own accord and none of them are wrapped around his length anymore, just connected to the base of him. You give him a single pump and another flood of fluid spills from his tip with an audible gasp. Lowering your hips you slide the head of his cock around your pussy lips, smearing the liquid across both of you before stopping to look him in the eye.

Licking your lips at the look of desperation on his face as if he’s trying to hold himself back once more. “Ready?”

“Yes. Just be gentle. It is my first time you know.” Teasing you a little more once again before giving you a nod. Letting yourself relax you lower your hips, sighing as he starts to spread you open as you slowly sink onto his cock. With his shape even from the start, you feel the tension inside of you build, the bumps and groves of his dick hitting against clusters of nerves has you reeling.

“You feel so good.” Eriks' voice is guttural and you keep moving your hips up and down, working more and more of him into your slick channel on each descent. Already your lungs are burning with all the panting you’re doing, you know you aren’t going to last with the way your walls are clenching around him. Every movement seems to have new sensations and the sweat starts to pour freely down your body adding to the mess of liquid under both of your bodies where you’re joined.

“You too.” It takes effort to pant those two small words and when your hips are flush with his you throw your head back feeling the tendons strain. You’ve never felt this full, stretched to the limit with Eriks as deep inside of you as he can go. “Fuck.” It’s all you can think with the warmth of his cock spreading inside of you and his tendrils writhing between your bodies while you adjust to him splitting you open.

“You feel so good!” As hot as you feel you glance forward to see the tears running down Eriks' face. “I’m not gonna be able to last.” Every part of his body is tense, the veins in his neck throbbing and you bite your lip starting to grind your hips. You know if you try to ride him right now neither of you will make it past the first few rounds.

“Then let go Eriks.” You pant as you lean forward to add the slightest tilt to your pelvis and almost see stars, planting your hands on his chest and whining low in your throat. Every bump of his cock adds to the pressure against your walls as you grind down onto him. His heart is thundering in his chest and you feel the fluttering of his muscles under your fingers before the sound of fabric ripping reaches your ears. His knuckle-white grip on the sheets was so tight he tore the fabric. “Eriks, please baby, let go with me.” Rolling your hips harder now as you realize you don’t want to drag this out, you want to feel him let go and turn into a pile of goo with you.

Starting to lift your hips as your breathing grows erratic with the slamming of your body against his. That coil in your body so tightly wound that you’re just hanging on the edge ready to tip over. A low moan from Eriks and his hands are on your hips helping you to move up and down his length. “I need a little more.” Choking the words out as his face screws tight, you can’t blame him with his different sex he might need more stimulation to the sides of his cock than you do.

“Almost” The word is hoarse and you feel like you’re a dam ready to break from the floodwater. A wordless scream passes your lips as something starts to play with your clit, the texture soft yet hard at the same time. Glancing down where the two of you are joined are three of his tendrils rubbing against the bundle of nerves in tandem. Adding and decreasing the pressure before crisscrossing over the slick skin.

Eriks is starting to slam you down and meets your movements with ones of his own and you slump as your vision goes white as the tide of your orgasm washes over you. Your body quakes in ways you didn’t know was possible as nerves twitch from the force of your orgasm. Sighing when Eriks pulls you down onto him a final time and you feel as he pumps a searing load deep inside your cunt, smaller sensations of hot liquid bursting across your belly and butt as his tendrils release their individual loads.

You’re numb as Eriks pulls you down against him so your head is resting over his heart as you both bathe in the afterglow catching your breaths. Unaware of the passage of time as you listen to his soothing heartbeat while your fingers start to trace random patterns across his chest, feeling his fingers dancing along your back doing the same. You don’t want to move enjoying how full you still feel.

“I guess you ended up too exhausted after one round. I thought you wanted to ride me all night long.” There’s nothing but soft gentle teasing to his words as you turn your face to look up at his grin.

“Give me a few minutes to recover and we’ll go again.” A pause after your words before you both start to laugh shaking against one another. “Did you enjoy your first time?”

“Greatly. I can’t wait to have more of them with you.” Still feeling his chest shake with mirth you can only do the same.

“Alright, but if you want to go again I think you need to take the lead this time.” You aren’t even sure if you have the strength to slide off his body let alone have another round of sex as an active participant.

“Once you’re not as exhausted I want to try again.” Grumbling as he tries to close the distance to kiss you but you don’t have the energy to reach him, so instead he settles for planting a few quick pecks on the top of your head.

The next morning you’re barely able to move, finding yourself wrapped in a bedsheet as Eriks slips from the room to get a bath running for the two of you with a sheet around his own hips. Only to walk into the hall just in time to meet Lina and Granny.

“You two kept me up all night.” The sassy teen snorted brushing past him without a second glance. “I hope you broke the bed!” Called over her shoulder as a parting shot.

As Eriks turned a shade of crimson to match a coat he had left behind Granny just started to chuckle. “I see the two of you had a good time.” Leaning on her cane and patting his forearm in a reassuring manner. “Look after her today, I don’t think she’ll be going too far.” Before moving past Eriks who is looking to the ceiling now, wondering how the two of you can soundproof your room for future occurrences.

For now, however, he needs to get that shower going and maybe get a glass or two of water for the two of you to drink. One thing is for certain, the man once known as Vash the Stampede certainly enjoyed losing his virginity, and with a woman who didn’t care he was different.

Maybe he’d get the chance to tell her he was certain the feeling budding in his heart was love. Feeling his feet growing cold he got a move on, planning to spend the day telling you how wonderful you were and doting on you until you swatted at him in annoyance.

Blissfully unaware of a man with a cross wrapped in a white cloth and straps had started a search trying to find him.

Well, time to hide in a hole

Chapter one

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