#and the fact that the last thing that her and cami did before cami got captured was fight 😔

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Insufferable Arsehole Part 8: When We Are Together - Matty Healy Series

A/N: sooo you may have seen my poll, you may not have, but I've come to the decision to post what I have written for this series and then take a little break from it... I love this series but recently have been feeling a bit stuck with it, I have so many ideas but I'm sure where they fit and whether there even is an end to this story. My goal is to eventually finish it so don't worry! I hope you guys are okay with that. The support has been amazing so thank you all so much.

In other news (for my Ross girlies) I will be posting the first chapter to my new series, entitled Pressure, very soon!

Warnings: bit long, probably spelling mistakes

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Part 7

Lou's phone ringing on her bedside table is what stirs her from her peaceful slumber. The dozing man next to her awakens with a groan as she awkwardly untangles her limbs from him, apologising for the loud interference as she removes herself from the bed. His soft features find hers and he smiles before his eyes are drifting shut once more. She quickly throws on his shirt which rests on the ground amongst the rest of their clothes.

She stubs her toe on the bedside table as she grabs her phone, the name "Rose" lights up her screen, a picture of her and the drummer of her band can be seen.

"Fuck" she says attempting to shake of the pain, Matty mumbles a "you alright love?" His face now buried in his pillow.

"Yeah go back to sleep" she says, answering the phone, covering up the speaker until she's on their balcony. The morning breeze is far too cold and considering she's just wearing Matty's Tshirt, she'd be surprised if she didn't get frostbite.

"Lou, are you there?" She hears her friend say.

"Yes I'm here sorry" she looks at her phone seeing the clock said 5am, she puts the phone back to her ear 

"Rose I love you but it's 5 in the morning, what time is it there?" She asks, not keeping a track of what time it is in her home town like she usually would.

"That doesn't matter, what matters is that I've just seen pictures of you and Matty holding hands and cuddling. Last time we spoke you said you're seeing how things go" she explains. Shit  they did get caught she thinks , it's fine Matty said we will deal with the consequences together.

"That's exactly what I'm doing, Rose. Seeing how things go, I'm not filtering myself for anyone, I'll do what I want and that's exactly what Im doing" she explains. Rose chuckles on the other end of the line, Lou's words perfectly described herself, never one to filter herself for the sake of others.

"We respect that, you know we do. One of the things we love most about you... We're just worried you're going to get hurt" Rose explains, Rose was one of the most genuine people she had ever met, she was similar to Hann in the fact she would say it how it is although perhaps a little more carelessly and sometimes brutally than Hann.

"We? So you've spoken to Mia and Cami too... Great'' she says, eyes rolling. Mia was the band's bassist (and her sister) and Cami was their lead guitarist.

"I mean... Mia is blindly happy for you, you know what she's like" Rose says.

Mia is around 5 years younger than Lou (having joined the band reasonably late, a fact that Ross and Lou had jokingly argued about as the band didn't have a bassist for a while), they had always been close but one thing they loved about their relationship was they weren't dependent on each other. Despite spending all her time with the 1975 in her childhood, only George had met her band members, they weren't very interested in becoming friends with them, far too happy in doing their own thing.

Mia lived in London for almost all of their childhood, they'd only see each other during holidays or special occasions, something about that dynamic made them closer (which most people found odd). Mia had played bass since she was around 8 and she had joined the band 5 years after they got famous.

"I love her... She's my sister and all but she'd be happy if I found a penny on the floor" Lou says making Rose chuckle, knowing it was true. Despite having different Mum's, their families always encouraged the sisters to appreciate life intricacies, the small things.

"We're just looking out for you L" she says, the nickname only her band members gave her. She remembers the first time George visited the band on tour during one of the 75s breaks, he practically cringed at the nickname, she was and always would be his "Lou" and the fact others had different nicknames for her didn't sit too well at first.

"I know" she says, knowing they never did anything with less than pure intentions. "but listen... We're a family here, if anything happens they'll protect me" she says, not that she needed protecting. Rose finds her heart sinking slightly at her friend's words, as if their own band weren't a family. But she saw the way Lou was with the 75, how undoubtedly happy she was and she knew to push the selfish thought down.

"You seem really happy" Rose finally says and Lou smiles at that.

"I am..." She can't help but smile widely. She could easily go on to tell Rose how she's having the time of her life, how she's never felt this happy, how something feels different with the guys (something she has been struggling to explain), how Matty makes her feel seen and loved (something no guy has come close to before). But she doesn't, wanting it to be her secret for now.

"I'm also really fucking cold right now" she laughs, goosebumps rising to her skin as the wind makes Matty's shirt blow around her.

"Why?" Rose is laughing at her then.

"I'm on a balcony"

"why?" She's asking again, the two of them laughing.

"Matty's asleep... Like I said it's 5am" she says and she hears her friend sigh on the other end of the line, a happy sigh.

"Matty aye? Sharing a room are you?"

"Shut up" she chuckles. Her voice lowers and she whispers her next words "he told me he loved me Rose".

"Wow. That's big" she says and Lou's nodding even though Rose can't see her.

"Do you love him?" Rose asks, already suspecting the answer.

"Yeah"

"Well shit... Guess we're coming to the next show then. Got to see what Matthew Healy is like nowadays. Can't be the same old Ratty you used to kick about with" she says making Lou laugh loudly.

"I miss you guys" she says, the 1975 were her family, everything was intense. But with her own band she had fun (not that she didn't with the boys) but it was different.

"Is George still as fit as the good old days?" She asks and Lou can't help but laugh again.

"Pack it in, you know he's in a happy, healthy relationship" Lou explains.

"Too bad, don't know how you didn't jump his bones every time you were with him"

"Ew... Just ew. He's like my brother"

"And that Ross.... Damn. And I hear hanns going to be a daddy? That's hot."

"Okay Rose I'm hanging up now" Lou says and with two I love yous, she's slipping back into their room, seeing Matty awake and scrolling through his phone, smiling down at the screen.

"You know we look quite cute in these pictures" he says, eyes meeting hers. She's quick to jump on the bed, chin hooking onto his shoulder to peek at his screen. They did look cute and more importantly they looked happy. She smiles as Matty screenshots the photos.

"Deal with the consequences together, yeah?" Matty says, Lou nods at him, smiling as his lips press against hers.

"The first of which will be a very angry Jamie... And probably Gregg too" she says, Matty scrunching up his nose in agreement.

"Yeah...." His voice trails off making her giggle.

"I don't care... I'm happy"

"Me too love" he says, another kiss being delivered to her mouth.

"Rose called, think her and the girls want to come to the next show" she explains and Matty nods, typing something on his phone to Jamie, asking him to sort out their travel and to save them three tickets.

"Thank you" she says.

"If I remember correctly... They don't like me all that much do they?" He says and she's the one furrowing her nose at him, shaking her head.

"Guess I'll have to prove them wrong" and she almost dies at those words, lips harshly pressing against his. He groans as he pushes against her, her back hitting the bed.

"You're insatiable" he says, making her nod as her hands pull him in by the hips, forcing them to come into contact with hers in a sharp grind. She quickly finds him hard and resting against his abdomen and it doesn't take long before he's inside her.

"Jesus Christ" he groans, throwing his head back as her hands interweave into his curls. He's never going to get used to this.

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"You're supposed to tell me shit like this before you just decide to do it" Jamie says, his voice raised slightly, not shouting but firm and pointed.

Matty was standing in the centre of the room. George, Hann, Ross, John, and Jamie were all watching from the opposite side of the room, each of their arms crossed, ready to defend the pair if they needed to.

Carly (who had arrived this morning) and Polly were seated next to Lou on a large leather sofa.

"Come on man! It's not that big of a deal, we were holding hands, not making out" Matty says and Lou can't help but smirk.

"You know we have rules" Jamie says, making Matty (and all the boys scoff)

"I mean he's done worse" George says and Jamie whips around to see him, his finger pointing at the large man. Lou can't help but chuckle.

"Don't you start" and then he's turning to her now and her smile drops "and you"

"How am I supposed to explain this to your manager huh? How are we supposed to explain this to the fans?" Jamie asks. He was never really one to worry about these kinds of things, things were usually very chilled with him, it was one of the reasons the guys loved having him as their manager.

"Is it really that big of a deal?" Lou asks, Matty's eyes find hers and soften.

"Jamie listen" Lou says and the boy's manager finds her eyes and then soften, he had grown to have a soft spot for her "ignore Matty for a second" she says making everyone including the curly haired man laugh.

"When have I ever done anything problematic?" She asks and Jamie can't think of a single time, she was a saint (in the eyes of their fans anyway, Matty knew what she was truly like behind closed doors).

"We will do whatever you and Gregg want us to do... We just got caught up in the moment, okay?" Lou says and Jamie smiles at that, appreciating her words.

"You know what... Do whatever... We will deal with it" Jamie then says, almost completely giving in. The whole group smiled at that, the spirits lifted almost immediately. He goes to leave the room, turning back at the last minute.

"You're both serious about this right? This isn't some fuck around?" Jamie asks, already knowing the answer but wanting to confirm. They both share a look before looking at him again. They nod and he smiles.

"Well... Good" he says before leaving.

George hugs Matty as Lou is hugged by both Carly and Polly. She hadn't gotten much time to spend with the girls so when Matty's eyes found hers, although he wants nothing more than to spend time with her, he lets her have her own time with them.

"Look at you, you're glowing" Lou says, smiling at her friend. Carly smiles back at her thinking the same thing about Lou.

"How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?" Her words are rushed and Carly laughs, as does Poly.

"Lou calm down, I'm fine. Thank you though" she says sweetly. They continue talking and at some point Poly leaves them and soon after Hann joins, hooking a protective arm around his wife as his other hand toys with his wedding band. Lou always cries at the sight, feeling awfully sentimental today.

The couple stare at each other for a few seconds, smiles resting on their lips before they're both turning to look at her.

"Why are you both looking at me like that?" Lou asks, making them laugh.

"We've been meaning to ask you something" Adam says, words quiet so only the three of them could hear.

"We were wondering," Carly says, looking at her husband before looking at Lou again.

"When the baby is born... If you'd be godmother" Carly says and as skin as the words come out, tears are springing to Lou's eyes.

"Wh-what?" She stutters, completely unsure why they'd ask her of all people, she appreciates it nonetheless but is very confused.

"Truth is we wouldn't even be married if it wasn't for you" Adam says.

"That's not true" Lou says and Carly raises her eyebrows at her.

"Regardless... You've always been so welcoming of me, and so so supportive. And whenever I'm here, you're always the first to check up on me and the baby" Carly speaks, hands resting over her bunk as Adam nods next to her.

"You don't have to say yes. We'd just love it if you did.  You know what you mean to us" Hann says and Lou is pulling them both into a tight hug, careful of the bump resting between them.

"I'd be honoured"

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The next evening Lou is pacing backstage at another venue, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her band of which included her baby sister (definitely not a baby but oh well). They had planned something special for this show, seeing as her bandmates were going to be there, the boys asked her to sing a song on her own, any song she liked.

"Lou you're making me anxious, stop pacing" George says, leisurely chilling on one of the sofas, Matty sitting next to him, a smirk resting on his face.

"Why are you smirking?" She quips at the man, who's curls have been tamed by an obscene amount of hair gel.

"Like seeing you like this, it's cute" he says, pulling her into his lap as she walks past them, stopping her pacing altogether.

"That's better" Matty says, making Lou giggle as he swarms her neck with light pecks.

"Absolutely disgusting" George says, standing to leave the pair of them.

"He's just jealous," Lou says, making Matty nod.

"Why are you anxious darling?" Matty says, nudging his nose lightly against hers.

"I haven't seen them in a while, I've missed them like crazy and I'm just.... I'm worried they're going to see what I'm like with you guys... And like hate me or something" Lou admits.

"You're crazy" Matty says, laughing at her "I don't know how many times I have to tell you love, but no one could hate you" he says, his words so simple but completely easing her thoughts.

"I love you" she says freely now, the man smiles widely down at her, pressing his mouth to hers sweetly.

"I love you more"

They hear a door open behind them, Lou jumping from her place in his lap, turning around to see three women standing in the hallway with Jamie. One of which runs towards her, screaming loudly, she jumps and Lou catches her as she laughs.

"Oh my god Mia you're not a child, I can't carry you anymore" Lou says, struggling to hold her sister up.

"I have fucking missed you bro" Mia says as she's placed back down, punching her older sister in the arm.

"Ouch" Lou says, all of the boys watch with their mouths open. Lou was talking to someone who looked almost identical to her, although her sister's hair was much lighter than hers and shorter too, her skin slightly paler, far less tattoos covering her body.

Rose and Cami are pulling her into a tight hug next, the four of them nattering like a bunch of mothers waiting to pick up their kids.

"Oh shit. Sorry" Lou turns to the guys who are still watching, mouth agape at the four of them. George is quick to stand up, pulling them all into hugs, muttering "long them no sees" to each of them.

"Of course you know George..." Lou says as she begins to introduce the guys. Every single one of them fawns over the man, making her roll her eyes, pointing her fingers at them, telling them to stop which makes George laugh. He knew they did it on purpose, to get under Lou's skin but he can't help but let it get to his ego too.

George wraps up Mia in a hug "how's my favourite sister doing?" He asks just to annoy Lou.

"Ha ha very funny" Lou says, pushing her best friend lightly as he wraps his arm around her too.

"This is Ross, Adam but we call him Hann, Carly: Adam's wife and mother of his unborn child" she says pointing to each of them, making everyone laugh at her words about Carly. She doesn't mention that she's going to be the child's godmother, wanting to savour that fact for a while.

"Penny, Jamie, John and... Matty" she's smiling at them and all the girls smile at everyone introduced, waving at them. The girls can't help but notice how Matty stares at her, his eyes set on no one else but her, a huge smile resting on his mouth. One look and they could see he was smitten.

"This is Rose our drummer, Cami our lead guitarist and my little sister Mia, who's our bassist" she smiles as she speaks, hooking her arm around Mia at the last instance.

"How did I not know you had a sister?" It's Matty who's speaking, almost all of the girls scowling at him, apart from Mia. He shares a look with the other guys, all of them shrugging, all of them knew she had a sister (although only George had met her) , how the fact had escaped the attention of Matty they did not know. He feels awful that he doesn't know, and wonders why he hadn't told her.

"Don't talk about me then sis? Oh how you wound me" her sister says, making her laugh and nudge her.

"Na, just kidding, it's all good. I lived in London, same dad, different mum" Mia explains, coming to pull Matty into a hug to properly introduce herself. Lou stands there watching them, finger in-between teeth as she watches how Matty freezes up awkwardly, the scene makes her chuckle.

"Mia stop being weird" she says, pulling her sister back from Matty.

The rest of them talk then, the girls talking to various people at scattered times. Mia stands with Matty and Lou, catching up about all sorts of things. Rose and Cami talk to Ross, Hann and Carly.

"Who's the one with the bun again?" Mia asks and Lou rolls her eyes as Matty smirks, knowing exactly why she's asking.

"That would be Ross, OUR bassist' ' Matty says, smirk clear on his face. His arm was wrapped tightly around Lou's waist, holding him to her. Mia thought they looked cute together and she couldn't help but smile at the huge smile resting on her older sister's face. She had never seen her this happy before.

"That's Ross?!" Mia almost shouts, catching the attention of the tall bearded man.

"Shut up" Lou says, Mia and her share a look, confusing Matty slightly. Mia was one of the only people that knew Lou and Ross shared a kiss when they were teenagers for they told each other everything.

"He's gotten a lot fitter than when you knocked about with them" Mia says, her London accent a lot more prominent as she speaks.

"You need to stop" Lou says, Matty and her laughing at the slightly smaller girl. Matty's eyes flick between them, eyebrows raising.

"Sorry I can't get over how similar you look, you seriously have different mum's? " Matty says, making them both groan.

"Oh god don't say that"  they say in unison, Matty holds his hands up in surrender at the daggers they shoot.

"Forget I mentioned it" he's being pulled away by someone else then. Leaving the two sisters alone.

"I mean... I like him" Mia says, grasping her sister by the shoulders. Rose joins their conversation.

"That's because you didn't see how completely unbearable he was when we were kids" Rose says, beer in hand that Lou is completely unsure how she got.

"Alright Rose we get it. Give the poor guy a chance, people change" Cami speaks and Lou is thankful to her.

"So tell us, are the rumours true?" Rose then asks.

"What rumours?" Lou asks, eyebrows furrowing at her bandmate.

"The rumours when we were kids.... That he's a good shag" rose says, always one to be forefront with her questions, something which often got them into trouble.

"You know what, you carry on mingling, I need a fag" Lou chuckles before finding her way out of one of the side doors, she hears them all laughing behind her.

The cigarette quickly finds its place in-between her lips, lighter sparking, the end burning as she breathes it in. She hears the door open and then shut behind her but she doesn't turn. She doesn't need to, she can smell two familiar scents: one of the man she loved and one of her life long best friend.

There's a silence for a few seconds as they light their own cigarettes, Matty's arm hooking around her waist when he sees her shiver.

"Sorry Lou but your sister is fitter than the last time I saw her" George says, making her cringe and making Matty chuckle.

"Ew. Just ew. And you have a girlfriend" Lou says simply, she doesn't miss how Matty leans in whispering a "you're fitter" into her ear. It's kind of a weird compliment, she never once compared herself to her sister, but she can't deny the way his words make her thighs tighten. She suppose it's because he's the one saying it and she's the one he wants when there's plenty of other beautiful girls, including the ones back inside, who he could easily get.

"They seem nice" Matty then says, loud enough for them both to hear.

"They are. But they're fucking mental though. Sorry if Rose is a bitch to you, her heart is in the right place" Lou explains, talking to Matty now, ignoring her best friend.

"It's okay, I get it. I was a dick remember?" Matty asks and Lou and George nod at him, all three of them laughing at his words.

"Cami is an absolute sweetheart so you don't have to worry about anything with her... Maybe just" she turns to Matty, placing a hand on her chest "watch what you say" this makes George laugh.

"And Mia... Keep her away from Ross will you? She's small but she will break that man" Lou says, her words shocking the two men, making them laugh anyway.

"Really?" George says, raising his eyebrows "maybe he needs to be broken" and Lou is groaning at his words.

"Don't you even try George" she says, the man flicking his fag to the floor, running back inside, giggling like an absolute child.

"George!" She shouts, giving in when the door swings back. She turns back to Matty then, who is smiling widely at her. His curls have once again been tamed by an unruly amount of hair gel, she almost frowns at the fact she can't run her fingers through the strands.

"Remind me why you didn't tell me you had a sister?" He asks and she frowns at him, thinking of an answer, not really having a definite one.

"Hmmm... I dunno. Guess I never thought to tell you before... And now... Think I was too wrapped up in you to tell you" she says, feeling a bit bad that she hadn't mentioned her own sister.

"As much as I love that... Told you I wanted to know everything about you" he says and she nods.

"I know... You'll get to know her now though, she loves you already so you definitely don't have to worry about her" she seals her words with a brief kiss.

"You seem different around them" Matty admits, making her eyebrows furrow, not knowing whether the meaning behind his words was a good or bad difference.

"How?" She asks, he smooths his hands over her waist, pulling her closer as his back leans against the concrete of the wall.

"You're like the leader of their pack, they all look to you, you shine" he admits and his eyes sparkle as he speaks "like seeing you shine". She doesn't quite know what to say but opts for the truth.

"I've actually been enjoying not being the frontman for a bit... Happy to be in the background and bask in your light" she says, his heart flutters at her words.

"Oh honey..." His fingers tucking a piece of hair behind her ear that had fallen, choosing to gently grip her chin instead of dropping back to his side.

"You've got your own light, even at the back... Everyone's looking at you" he says and she doesn't believe his words. She had a few of her own fans come to their gigs but the majority were there to see the boys and Matty, of course because it was their show, she was just there to help. She shakes her head at him, making him chuckle.

"Wish you could see yourself the way I see you... The way thousands of people see you. Trust me darling... You shine" he seals his lips against hers now, not letting her utter another word. His words had some truth to them that she didn't see, the guys often found themselves watching her even on that stage, she radiated something more than any of them could give.

And Matty especially couldn't take his eyes off her, she was everything, up on that stage, in a coffee shop, amongst friends, under the covers in their room: she shined.

Their lips move passionately against each other, neither able to get enough of each other. He's pulling her as she pulls him, trying to get closer even though it wasn't possible.

Neither of them had spoken about the fact that in two days they would be at the end of the first leg of their tour. They'd been setting off on a three week break, every single person had made plans except the two of them, too wrapped up in each other to have spoken about it.

The door creaks open next to them and they hear someone cough. They pull apart, both looking to see sweet Cami standing there.

"They're calling you on stage" Lou appreciates that she makes no crude comments, and doesn't groan at the sight of them.

They leave to play then, the crowd like no other tonight. She doesn't know if it's because she has her bandmates and her sister here or maybe because things are going so well with Matty, but the smile on her face never leaves. They play song after song, each one better than the last and when the second half rolls round and Matty introduces them, he surprises her.

"So we have two more shows after this one... And then we're on a three week break" he mentions it now and suddenly it dawns on her.

" I haven't made any plans... I've been a little distracted..." He says, looking over to her, making the crowd go mental "the truth is I've been having the time of my life with someone truly truly amazing and I'm the happiest I've ever been" he says. She thinks that his words are good enough for her for now, that's all the fans really need to know.

"This tour... We had someone amazing join us... I wasn't overjoyed at first, everyone on this stage right now would tell you that... Including her, especially her" he says and they all chuckle to themselves, Lou's eyes never wavering from his.

"But my god... George" he says turning around to face his best mate "thank you" he says, hands flat against each other, raising them to his chin as he tilts his head.

"Thank you to these boys right here" he says, pointing to Hann, George and then Ross "for making the best decision ever and bringing this wonderful person on tour with us" Matty says, finally pointing to her. Some fans may think he's just being sentimental, thanking her for joining them this far. Some will know the true meaning to his words, all but confirming what they were.

"Our wonderful Lou, would you come here for a second please?" He asks, and exactly as they planned she walks over to him, smiling as he pulls her into a tight hug before they pull back, his hand resting on her shoulder.

"Now you've got an absolute treat tonight" Matty says and someone passes her, her acoustic guitar. Matty moves from his stool and lets her sit there.

"The amazing Lou everyone" he says before he's leaving, everyone leaves the stage then, joining the girls backstage and watching from the sidelines.

"God this is daunting" she says into the microphone, making the crowd laugh "Yeah I know this is my job but I haven't been up here on my own for a hot minute" they laugh again.

She's shining again Matty thinks, god he loved how she shines.

"Boys please come back" she says, everyone laughing again.

"Okay okay" she says, shaking her nerves off as she begins checking if the guitar is in tune.

"I need to say a couple of things before I start, unplanned I know" she says, saying her last words to the guys on the side of the stage.

"Can't let Matty say all that without me saying anything" she laughs and she sees him smile at her.

"My band is here tonight" the crowd screams "my little sister"

"And I can't remember a time where I felt as happy as I do now. We're a family here at the 1975... I know that more than anything else" she says her words making the boy's eyes fill with tears.

"I guess I just want to say thank you to the whole team... And to my four boys, you know I'm not the best with words so I've been wanting to do something to show you guys how much you mean to me instead. So I thought I'd sing you a beautiful song. One which you wrote. This is for you" she says, beginning to play the beginning chords to "When We Are Together".

She plays a stripped back version of the song, somehow making it more sentimental, the boys find themselves hugging each other backstage.

Matty stares at her intently as she sings, the voice he loves so much filling the entire arena, he's in awe that the entire audience is silent, simply listening to her sing.

"You ask about the cows, wearin' my sweater

It's somethin' 'bout the weather that makes them lie down

The only time I feel I might get better is when we are together" she sings, her voice soft and sweet, undeniably beautiful.

She sings the song to the end, only then looking up at the audience. Her own eyes glisten with tears that are yet to fall but they do when she sees everyone holding up their phone, a few people crying their own tears. The boys are quick to join her on stage, hugging her tightly in a group hug before they return to their places on the stage.

"I love you" Matty mouths to her making her smile and mouth an "I love you too" back. Neither caring that thousands of people were watching them.

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George somehow ropes them all into a night out. Explaining that they hadn't had one yet despite being nearly at the end of their first leg. It was a rare occurrence for the band not to have had one, but they had all agreed that until they were all settled they wouldn't have a crazy night out.

But as the first leg was coming to an end, they had all agreed it was much needed and well deserved. Plus, the addition of Lou's bandmates had them all in high spirits.

"Got to give the newbies a proper 75 welcome" Ross says, wrapping an arm around Lou, pulling her into his side.

"Hey I'm not a newbie anymore" she argues back, jokingly shoving the man above her, shrugging away from his grip.

"But you haven't been out with us losers since we were teenagers" he quips back and she can't argue with that.

So they all rushed back to their hotel, the girls taking up Lou's room which was yet to be touched. Matty frowns as she disappears between the doors, leaving him to get ready on his own. Lou quickly showers, slicks back her hair into a high pony and applies some make up, not too much on her face but a dark eye, before joining the girls back in her room, wrapped up in a white robe.

"Feel like seeing how much that man has the hots for you?" Cami says, making Lou laugh as she searches through her suitcase. The girls seemed to have come prepared, suspecting that a night out would be on the agenda.

"We're not going anywhere fancy Cami, George knows some dj at this club and they've got us a booth" she explains, failing to mention that it was in the VIP section, something she didn't like to brag about. Cami holds up a silk dress with a deep v and a high slit, Lou shakes her head "too fancy".

Cami mutters an "okay okay" before she proceeds to throw more things from her suitcase, a mischievous look on her face as she puts together a few items.

One of which is a skirt that is far too short even for Lou, she had thrown all sorts of items in there, some of which she hadn't worn in ages.

"Cami that skirt it so fucking short" Lou says, unsure about it, and the slit that revealed half her thigh. Cami proceeds to throw the skirt at her, along with a deep v lace bodysuit and a cropped blazer.

"Just try it on" she says, the other girls nodding. Lou sighs deeply.

"Don't encourage her" she says, pointing to the other girls.

She makes her way to the en-suite bathroom, removing her robe before putting on the assortment of clothes Cami had selected. She finds herself smirking at her reflection, her ego was far from big but she knew that one look from Matty and he'd be on his knees.

She makes her way back into the room, her bandmates gasping at her.

"That's it. That's the one. I'm a genius" Cami says, placing a kiss on each of her cheeks.

"I'd do you" Rose says, making them all laugh, her fingertips pluck the "M" necklace that rests against the centre of her chest, just falling in-between her boobs. Rose smiles and lifts an eyebrow.

"Can't lie... That's undeniably cute" she says and Lou smiles.

"I know I give him shit... And I will continue to until I see fit" rose says making Lou laugh "but it's obvious he's madly in love with you... And you seem really happy" she says and Lou nods at her.

"I am... I don't even remember what it was like before... I hated him because I thought he hated me... As soon as I found out he didn't, everything kind of just fell in to place" Lou explains, mia standing up to hug her sister.

The other girls get ready after that, Lou helping them do their hair and make up, hearing the guys laughing from outside.

Rose wears a simple black dress that sits tightly on her body, Cami settles for a black pair of skinny jeans and a lace bralette, whilst Mia adorns leather trousers and black one shoulder bodysuit.

"You guys are going to give them heart attacks," Lou says, making all the girls laugh.

They then make their way into the main room, Lou the last to leave, before she does she hears George say "Was wondering why you took so long but now I understand. Look lovely girls" he says, his words fairly tame in comparison to what she'd thought he'd say.

"Where's the woman of the hour?" He jokes before she steps into the threshold. Her eyes find Mattys almost instantly and she can't help but smirk at him.

He was sitting on one of the sofas, legs spread wide almost as if he's ready for her to take her place in them. He shoots up as soon as he sees her, tugging at the shirt that rests almost uncomfortably around his neck now.

He's dressed in black suit trousers, a plain white T Shirt tucked in with a black shirt thrown over the top, the buttons almost all undone except two at the bottom, the shirt is sheer and she holds back moan as she sees him. His hair isn't tamed by gel now, unruly curls sat atop his head, ready to be tugged.

"Damnnn" George says, hand reaching for hers and getting his best friend to do a twirl, which makes her laugh. She didn't notice Matty coming over to her but she sure as hell notices the look he gives George, one in which she had never seen before.

His eyes warned his best friend to watch his mouth and George instantly stepped away, he was being territorial and she was surprised with how much she liked the feeling.

"Baby..." He practically whispers, hands coming to find her waist, gently pulling her body to his, his touch is unsure, as if he thought he wasn't deserving of it. Behind them, everyone begins talking to each other, letting the couple be.

"You look..." He swallows deeply and the sight kills her. She's glad her outfit had the outcome she had desired but as his dark eyes find hers she finds herself lost for words. Her eyebrows raise up at him, begging him to finish his sentence.

"Devine..." He says, as if she's a meal to devour. She couldn't care in the slightest, she loved how he much he wanted her and how little he tried to hide it.

"Hmm" she says, hands flat against his chest, she doesn't even beginning to describe how good he looks before George is interrupting them.

"We should probably leave before these two start fucking" George says, making everyone chuckle.

The club is loud and George disappears the minute they arrive, talking to the DJ of the night who lets George take rein of the music for a bit. The others find themselves at their booth, drinks already waiting for them.

Matty's hand is firmly clasped on her thigh as his other arm hooks around the back of her. His hand comes to fit at the back of her neck and she finds herself loving the feel of it. His grasp wasn't too tight but wasn't exactly soft and she has to stop herself from pressing her lips against his.

Ross is sat opposite them talking to Mia, her hand rests on his knee as they talk over the loud music. Cami and Rose are already on the dance floor, laughing with each other as they danced and drank.

He leans into speak to her, having to place his mouth directly next to her ear for her to hear "saw about 6 different guys stare at you as we walked in love" he says, almost proud of the fact.

"Yeah?" She asks and he smirks.

"Don't blame them, you look fucking hot" he says, making her chuckle and lean into him.

"Bet it must feel nice knowing I'm yours huh?" She asks and his smirk falls, mouth agape for a beat before his lips find hers for a firm peck.

"You're not mine yet love, not really. You could go over to any one of them right now and do what you wanted" he speaks and she smiles at him, shaking her head at his words. His words which were just to test her. He wanted nothing more than for her to say his words weren't true.

"Its shame for them then isn't it?" She says making his eyebrows furrow, not knowing what she meant.

"Shame I want you and not them" she says, standing from the booth, hand finding his as she stands.

"Besides" she says, leaning down to him until her mouth grazes his ear, making him shiver "if I'm not yours... you should do something about that" she says before looking at Mia.

"Want to dance?" She asks and Mia smiles widely, standing almost instantly. Lou notices the clear frown on Ross' lips and she smiles, raising her eyebrows at the bearded man.

The two girls quickly make their way to the dance floor positioning themselves so they can be seen by the guys (who's eyes never leave them).

Ross and Cami are quick to find them, the four of them dancing with each other, laughing and drinking.

Lou feels a tap to her shoulder so she turns, looking up at a guy who she doesn't recognise, a 6 ft something guy who, if she wasnt completely smitten with Matty she would find attractive, he had curls too but they weren't the same as Matty's, he looks sweet, a we'll put together man who no doubt has a large sum to his name. She stands there awkwardly waiting for the man to speak.

"Sorry I saw you across the room and just had to say hi" he speaks the cliche line and she chuckles.

"Does that line usually work for you?" She shouts over the loud song that's playing, the girls behind her laughing.

"I don't know, it's the first time I'm using it, you tell me" he says smoothly and Lou chuckles again.

"Ah come on Lou, let him buy you a drink" Rose says and she knows she just wants to see Matty's reaction.

"Lou? Is that your name? A pretty name for a pretty girl" he says and she can't help but cringe a little.

"I'm actually here with-" she begins to say she's here with someone but is interrupted by rose again.

"No she's not, she's just being modest, buy her a drink, a martini" she says and Lou chuckles as they man smiles before leaving.

"I hate martinis" Lou says and rose smirks.

"I know, but I love them" she says leaning in to speak into her ear "turn around, it worked" rose says.

Lou turns and is suddenly flushed against Matty's chest, she stumbles but his hand quickly finds her waist, holding her against him.

"Hi" she smiles.

"Hi" he smiles back, looking down at her. His eyes flick to the bar where he sees the guy he was all but ready to pounce on if he made a single move. Lou turns her head to see who he's looking at and she smiles upon turnjng around to face him again.

Her hands rest against his shoulders as a slow beat plays, she steps towards him so they're closer.

"You don't have to worry about him" she whispers into his ear. His hands grip her hips as she begins to move against him.

"Hmm why's that?" He mumbles into her ear, lips finding their way to her neck.

"Think you already know Matty" she says, pulling back to look at him. Her eyes plead with him, begging him to just kiss her already.

"Because you're mine yeah?" He shouts smiling down at her. She simply nods and his eyes leave her for a second, flicking to someone behind her again.

"Sorry mate" he speaks to whoever is behind her, probably the guy from a minute ago, but Lou's eyes are training on the curly man holding her "she's my missus" the words leave his mouth before he even processes them.

She hears a grumble behind her and then Matty's eyes are on hers again.

"Your missus huh? Like the sound of that" she pulls his mouth to hers then, lips pressing against one another with fervour. Him using that word so casually awakens something in her (and seemingly him too).

He tries to speak through their kiss, eventually having to break away.

"Be my girlfriend? Like proper girlfriend" he asks, it was not the way he had intended on asking her but he was desperate now, not wanting to go another minute without asking her.

"Wanted to ask you in a better setting than this love but-" her lips are on his again, shutting him up. She goes to say yes but suddenly a lanky man is pulling the pair into a tight hug.

"Fucking love you guys" George says, making the two of them laugh loudly.

"How much have you had to drink?" She laughs and he smears a kiss to her cheek before doing the same to Matty.

"Question is... Why haven't you?" His words make no sense but they allow him to pull them back to the booth and allow him to make the whole group (save for Matty) do a few shots. Lou doesn't drink as much as the rest of the group, wanting to support Matty but also wanting to remember the night, for it was already an amazing one.

As the night progresses, Ross and Mia are dancing together, her hands flat against his chest as their bodies moved against one another.

Matty and Lou were flush against the wall in the corner of the room, hiding from everyone else, needing some time to be alone.

"You never answered my question" he says as his head tucks into her neck, lips pressing against the skin.

"Kind of got interrupted" she sighs, hands threading through the curls at the nape of his neck.

"Yeah George keeps fucking doing that tonight" He pulls back to look at her and she smiles.

"Yes I'll be your girlfriend" she says and he mirrors her, wide smiles adorning both of their faces.

"Yeah? Don't care that I asked you in the middle of some sweaty club" he asks and she shakes her head.

"No, because it's you. I'd of said yes no matter what Matty" and the confession has him blushing deeply, pulling her into him to place a loving kiss to her mouth.

"Didn't get to finish what you were saying to me earlier either... Some best friend g is" Matty says, needing to hear what she wanted to say.

"Yeah... Was going to say how good you looked" she says, smoothing her hands down his white Tshirt, fingertips pulling the shirt that rests either side of his frame, until their mouths meet again.

They break away a few moments later and his eyes wander to the centre of the dancefloor where Ross and Mia can be seen.

"Told George to keep her away from that man, she'll break his heart" Lou groans eyes finding where Matty was looking and he laughs at her words.

"You know I know about that night right" Matty says as his eyes snap back to hers, looking down at her as she frowns up at him, not knowing what she was talking about.

"What happened between you and Ross" Matty says, a smirk resting against his lips as Lou's mouth falls open.

"What- how?" She asks, mouth agape, lost for words.

"He's my best friend love, told me as soon as he knew I had feelings for you" he says, thumb drifting along her cheek.

"And? What do you think about it?" She asks, searching his face for any signs of him being annoyed at her.

"Well that depends..." He asks, a darkness to his words, lips pressing against hers, confusing her.

"Depends on what?" She murmurs against his mouth, pulling at his shirt, needing him closer to her.

"What was it like?" He asks, pressing his mouth to hers the moment he finished talking.

"Want the truth?" She asks and he nods against her mouth as his tongue finds hers. She allows them to fight for a moment until she lets his push harshly against hers, making her core flutter and letting him lead the kiss.

She pulls away from him for a second, dark eyes finding his and she smirks.

"It was hot... At the time" she says and she smirks down at her.

"Ross said the same thing" he says and Lou's eyebrows raise.

"Yeah?" Mattys hand drifts along her waist, landing against her hip, pulling her flush against him, moving their bodies to the beat of the music. Her arm hooks over his shoulder, clinging onto him as his hips ground down against hers.

He nods down at her and she finds herself confused as to why he's smirking still.

"If he told you that... Why are you smirking?" She asks, moaning into his mouth as his lips press against hers again.

"Because... It was a childhood makeout, doesn't mean anything... Fizzled out anyway" Matty says, repeating what Ross had explained to him. His lips find her neck again and she sighs.

"Hmm.. what if I said otherwise?" She says, purely teasing him. His head snaps away from her neck, finding her eyes, seriousness now covering his features.

"That's just mean love" he says, and she smirks up at him now, he doesn't find it funny and she's quick to drop the act. Softly playing with his hair as anger clouds his eyes.

"Baby I'm joking" she says, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, drifting them down to his neck and up to the shell of his ear.

"Doesn't mean anything... You're the one I want. My boyfriend" her last words are what gets him to snap back to how he was moments prior. It's what makes him press his mouth back to hers and grind his hips down to hers.

"Say it again" he murmurs into her mouth.

"My boyfriend"

"Fuck" his tongue roughly presses against hers and her hold on him tightens as pleasure increases throughout her body as she feels his hardened length pressing against her core.

"Want to get out of here?" He asks as he pulls away from her. She's quickly nodding up at him making him smirk.

"Good. Can't wait to get you out of this fucking skirt" he says, hand running along the hem of it, caressing her thigh. They quickly weave themselves out of the club, leaving their friends, leaving Lou's sister who is likely still with Ross.

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Their naked bodies are sprawled out on the bed of their hotel room, Matty is lying on his front as Lou is at his side. Her fingers drift along the expanse of his back, the muscles contracting under her touch before she presses light kisses to the skin.

"We have a break in two days" he says, his voice quiet, looking over his shoulder to find his girlfriend, who's arms were resting against his back.

"Want to spend it with you" Matty says, turning onto his back, she allows him and then lies back down onto his stomach now.

"Id like that" she smiles, pressing a kiss against his stomach.

"Think we should go away for a bit... Just us" he says and she nods again.

"Need to go home too though, need to see my family... And G's" she says and Matty nods.

"My mum's been wanting to see you again. Hasnt seen you since we were kids" he says. A man of many confessions tonight it seems

"Id love that. She always loved me" she says and Matty nods.

"Yeah I know... Used to give me so much shit for treating you the way I did. Said I was a cruel boy" he admits, his words holding a certain sadness to them.

"It's okay, made up for it now" she says and she smiles slightly.

"I'm so sorry"

"Baby no. You don't have to apologise anymore. I forgive you" she says, lips pressing softly against his stomach again, moving upwards until pressing against his lips.

"I know... Just needed to say it" he says and she nods.

"Can't believe you're my girlfriend" he says, hands moving her hair from her face, wanting to truly see her.

"You know... I never really said sorry for how I was to you" she admits and he looks down at her.

"You weren't nearly as bad as me love"

"That's not the point though... I'm sorry Matty, truly I am. Things were so different back then, it's kind of crazy" she says and he nods.

"Why did you hate me?" He asks, looking down at her, she didn't mind being asked it, they hadn't actually spoken about it yet.

"Suppose at first I hated you because you hated me... I tried to get you to like me... But after a while I gave in... Hated you because despite everything the guys said about you, about you being this lovely guy who would do anything for his mates... You weren't that person with me and I desperately wanted you to be... So I hated you because you didn't allow me to have you that way" she admits, something she had never admitted aloud before.

"I never knew that" he says, frowning at her. She knows he's about to apologise again so she presses her mouth to his.

"I often saw the way you were with them, when you thought I wasn't looking and I felt jealous... You told me the guys got to have me in a way you didn't and it was the same for me" she says.

"God we really made a mess of things didn't we?" He says, chuckling at the whole messy situation. She smiles at him and nods.

"Think we've made up for it now don't you think?" She asks and he nods, kissing her sweetly.

"My girlfriend"

"Your girlfriend" she smiles.

"Think I'm ready to make it obvious were dating" he says and she nods.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea" she says lying down on his chest and listening to his heart beat until she falls asleep.

"I love you" he murmurs although she's asleep on his arms now.

"I've always loved you" he says before he feels himself drifting to sleep too.

Part 9

#matty healy #matty the 1975 #matty healy fan fic #matty healy smut #matty healy series #insufferable arsehole matty healy series #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 #the 1975 smut #george daniel #ross macdonald #adam hann #matty healy x oc #matty healy x reader

[andreal831]

Is Klaus a good father?

I've been holding this one back for a while and if you are in this fandom, I'm sure you can imagine why. But recently on tik tok someone told me that I just "didn't understand" Klaus' character. But I promise you I do. Which is why I struggle to like him for most of the show.

Because for 90% of the show Klaus is a terrible brother and father.

We can't talk about Klaus and fatherhood without first talking about Marcel. Klaus took Marcel in with the pretense of adopting him. But he allowed his own jealousy to rob Marcel of having any kind of typical childhood. Elijah wanted to educate Marcel and we see they bonded pretty quickly when Marcel first comes to live with them. And most parents would be thrilled to see a child who has lost his mother and experienced so much trauma was still able to connect with someone and be excited about learning. Instead, he is jealous and releases Kol. He allows Kol to completely go off the rails in the same house where a very mortal child is living.

We don't see any more of their relationship until he is older and we see Klaus interfere with Marcel and Rebekah. Again, some people say it's to protect Marcel, but it wasn't. It followed the same pattern of abuse against Rebekah that we've seen before. He continues to rob Marcel of his choices, with joining the war, with dating Rebekah, and then later by trying to steal the city Marcel had worked over 200 years to solidify. Klaus does not take Marcel in because he wants to be a father, he takes him in because he wants a warrior friend. Which is why he released Kol when he felt Elijah "stole" Marcel from him. He never truly wanted family, he had that. He wanted someone who would go along with his debauchery.

And then Klaus finds out about Hope.

Klaus' first reaction to finding out of Hope's existence was to tell the witches to kill Hayley and the baby. Which I don't fully hold against him since he didn't trust it was his and was scared. But even after he accepts the baby is his and Elijah brings Hayley back to the house, Klaus shows almost no interest in Hayley or the baby. Rather, he is on a power quest to take over New Orleans from his first child.

The first time we get any sense Klaus cares whether the baby lives or dies is when he nearly chokes Hayley to death. I'm sorry, but that is not a sweet moment. It is abuse.

Throughout season 1 we see Elijah and Hayley grow close while Klaus is absent for most of the pregnancy. Klaus even leaves a pregnant Hayley in the woods alone with Elijah while he is suffering from his wolf venom. Elijah could have killed Hayley and Hope, and very nearly did if it wasn't for Eve. Klaus showed no regard for their safety because he got his feelings hurt that his brother doubted his intentions. Intentions that should have been questioned. Elijah had seen Klaus seek power over family for a thousand years and the last thing he heard from Klaus about the baby was he wanted a legacy, not a baby. Yes, there are a couple of moments where we see he cares or is afraid, but he does very little to actually help Hayley throughout her pregnancy. In fact, he kidnaps her and lets his brother watch over her instead of him.

Then Hope is born. Yes, Klaus clearly cares for her. I'm not denying that. But Klaus is a textbook narcissist and they historically do not make the best parents. We see a moment of selflessness when he agrees to send Hope off with Rebekah and clean up the mess he's made in New Orleans. But again, he relies on Elijah to clean it up while he mopes and isn't concerned about the mother of his child until Elijah forces him to.

Again, we have a sweet scene with Hayley and Klaus reuniting with Hope, but it makes no sense that they left her with Elijah. Elijah who was still struggling to control himself after being mentally and physically tortured. The only protection Hope has is Cami who would not be able to protect Hope if Elijah lost control.

Another moment people think is cute, but I find incredibly manipulative, is when Klaus has Cami and Elijah bring Hope back to New Orleans. The city is still unsafe. In fact she had just been attacked by Finn and Freya was on the loose, someone they didn't trust, Rebekah was missing. It was not the time to bring her back. But Klaus wanted to make sure he had his werewolf army, which Hayley went through with the wedding. A good parent would put their child's safety over anything. Hope should have stayed out of New Orleans until he was sure they could protect her. But Klaus continuously puts his own wants over even Hope's safety.

We don't see much of Hope and Klaus' interactions in the month they all live together. In fact, we see Jackson with Hope more. And that's still limited. Hope is sent out to the bayou repeatedly. A lot of this is because Klaus was busy dealing with all of the threats from his family. Again, it was not safe to bring Hope back yet.

When Dahlia shows up, Klaus goes off the rails. People love to say he was a master manipulator, but he really was just going with the flow and picking the most chaotic option available to him. He admitted to killing a friend of the wolves, effectively losing the army he worked so hard to ensure and causing doubt amongst his whole family about his trustworthiness. Again, instead of putting Hope's safety first, he lets his paranoia lead him and he puts Hope in more danger. Dahlia only finds Hope because he hands over his blood. Instead of working with his siblings to defeat Dahlia while Hayley runs with Hope, he betrays everyone and then curses Hayley. Once again, because he's a narcissist and thinks he is the only one who can protect Hope. This is in direct contradiction to the fact that he's seen his family and Hayley fight to the death for Hope already.

For perspective, I think we need a timeline of Hope's life so far: Hope was born and her mother was murdered while holding her mere second after her birth. Then within a few days sent away from her mother. Mothers bonding with babies in the first few days is so important for development. Rebekah raises her for 6 months or so and then she gets to see her mom for a night and her dad for a couple of hours. Cami and Elijah take care of her for a few weeks and then she's in New Orleans living with Hayley, Klaus, and Jackson (people this 7 month only baby really doesn't even know) for a month. Then after adjusting for a month, she loses Hayley and Jackson for 6 more months. Hope is surrounded by Klaus, Freya, and Elijah -- again, people she doesn't really know. The first year of her life is full of upheaval and she is not able to create a secure attachment with anyone. Klaus only makes this worse by taking Hayley away for six months.

And before you say, 'he did it to save her life.' He made absolutely no effort to help save her and even objected to Elijah bringing Hope out to the bayou. It was a punishment for Hayley believing she knew what was best for Hope even though he was behaving in the exact same way. He also apologizes for it and says he was wrong later. He even agrees he shouldn't have done it.

This is where I get frustrated with Klaus stans. People always want to say he has the best character development, but when I call him out for his early behavior, they get upset. It's because of his early behavior we were able to see any growth.

And we do see growth. To me, the most growth is at the end of season 3. Throughout season 3, we also don't see Klaus interact with Hope very much. Hope is mostly just with Hayley or out in the bayou, basically unprotected. But at the end, he finally realizes what it means to be a father. He tells Hayley to take Hope and run. He puts Hope above his own desires. This is the most selfless we ever see Klaus. And it does cost him. He misses out on five years of Hope's life.

When he wakes up, he is still in that same headspace (thank you Cami). The family decides to leave New Orleans alone and abandon the fight with Marcel. This is shocking behavior for Klaus. But he wants to raise his daughter in peace. I love the couple of episodes we get here with them. But then the Hollow happens and they have to go back to New Orleans. Where Klaus imprisons his first child, Marcel. I'm sorry, but no matter what Hope did, Klaus would never treat her the way he treated Marcel. Whether it's racist, sexist, or based on him not being blood, you decide.

Klaus is only in Hope's life for about a week until he has to leave because of the Hollow. Again, this is peek Klaus parenting in this one week. But then while he's gone, he goes off the deep end. He claims it is to keep Elijah safe, but in reality, it is because he has nothing tethering him. Once Hope sees him, he completely cuts her off. He never actually learned to be an everyday father. He only knew how to make the big gestures. He doesn't know how to sit down with her and explain or even how to reach out to Hayley and have an adult conversation. He abandons his daughter to the point that she kidnaps her own mother to get his attention. He falls back into his old habits, putting his comfort over his daughter. Because it's easier to ignore her than to face the harsh reality of dealing with the terrible things he's done and trying to be an actual better person for Hope.

We don't see Klaus act as a parent for another 7 years. And this whole season was just a mess. I do understand he can't be close to her. But they have magic and phones, he could have contacted her better. He should have been more involved. If you follow me on tik tok, you already know how ridiculous I think Hayley's death episode was.

Hayley's death would have been the hardest thing Hope has ever gone through. I hate season 5 for making her bounce back so quickly. Hayley was the one constant in Hope's life. I know everyone wants to act like Klaus' death should have impacted her more, but she didn't really know him. He was more of an idea to her than an actual person.

Hope was falling apart for most of season 5, so Klaus gets the bright idea to kill himself less than a week after Hope loses her mother. This is portrayed as the ultimate sacrifice for his daughter, but it was incredibly selfish. Elijah was willing and able to die by himself, but because Klaus didn't want another man to die for his daughter, Hope had to lose both her parents in the span of a week. Not only that, but feel responsible for their deaths. I will be the first to admit, season 5 was just bad writing because the showrunners were ready to move on to Legacies. But it's all we have.

All of the development we see with Klaus is destroyed in season 5. I am hard on Klaus' character because this fandom loves to let him get away with everything. But I do genuinely like aspects of his character. And, as I said, I do love the one week of his relationship with Hope, but it's not enough to overshadow the danger and hurt he put her through. 

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[countrymusiclover]

48 - Not The Only Broken One

Part 49

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Raelyn’s Pov 

Entering the apartment building that Cami lived in I found her apartment opening the door until I smacked into a barrier spell. “The hell?” Placing a hand on my forehead. 

“Sony Rae, I got a new landlord when my last one left the city.” Cami came around the corner. 

I raised a brow. “Who's your landlord now?” 

“Me. Hi Raelyn.” Davina came to stand beside her. “Come in.” 

I nodded, stepping over the threshold of her apartment doorway. Moving into the living room with the two other woman I came into contact with Freya who I wasn't expecting to see. “What are you doing here?” 

“Cami isn't a witch. So she felt we needed to come and offer our assistance.” She answered me. 

Crossing my arms over my chest. “Assistance of convincing me to not give up my magic right?” 

“Raelyn..” Cami trailed off. 

Holding a hand up I didn't want to hear anymore of this nonsense. “No, I'm done hearing about this. My magic has brought me nothing but heartache these past few weeks and I can't take it anymore.” 

“Will you just hear us out first. Without you and your heretic power I would be dead.” Cami responded. 

Freya sat her drink glass down on the table beside the couch. “Hayley told me what you did for her to become a hybrid. And what you did for her entire pack.” 

“When we met you showed me you didn't have to be a monster just because you had so much power at your fingertips.” Davina gave me a smile. “Why would you want to destroy a part of yourself that has created so much good?”

 

“Yes, Raelyn. I'd like to know your response too.” The four of us all turned our heads around seeing my husband standing outside the doorway. 

I sent him a glare. “What are you doing here, Klaus!” 

“Following your trail since you haven't been yourself lately. Now where in the bloody hell is the hunting knife containing your magic?” He spat back to me. 

Freya rose from her chair creating it out of thin air. “Cami gave it to me for safe keeping for your information brother.” 

“See, it's fine. Now you can go back and watch our youngest kids.” I snapped at the hybrid male. 

Klaus huffed. “Rae, I won't entertain this tone from you for much longer. You need to realize that my intentions are only trying to help you.” 

“I don’t recall asking for you to come here. In fact you are supposed to be at the school since the first headmistress isn’t there. They need a headmaster there if something goes wrong. So head back to Mystic Falls please.” I sent him a glare not wanting him to be here. His paranoid mind never bothered me until this moment. He normally had good reasons to be paranoid sometimes except right now. 

The hybrid steps forward smacking into the barrier, hands gripping the doorway. “Camille invite me inside right now!” 

“I don’t have to follow your commands, Klaus. Raelyn is my sire.” Cami snapped at the Mikaelson hybrid. 

Freya raised her hand waving it in the air. “Okay, I think we should take this conversation somewhere else. Before we all end up fighting and things get violent like most Mikaelson conversations tend to happen.” 

“Raelyn, just talk to me for a minute.” Klaus shifts his blue orbs onto my gaze in a begging tone. 

I briefly paused before answering him. “Fine, let’s go.” He stepped away from the doorway and I moved forward stepping over the threshold vamping down the hallway. Klaus vamped after me leaving the others not to be able to hear our conversation. 

Klaus and I were strolling the streets of Chicago since he had decided that this would be the first place he would take me to. He was holding my hand in his and he could hear my heart calmy beating in my chest since this was before I had turned into a vampire. “So tell me again why you decided Chicago first over New Orleans?” 

“New Orleans is my favorite city, you are right on that. But I once found this city more beautiful before I ever discovered it.” He responded to me, squeezing my hand in his. 

I made a face at the hybrid. “Okay so what do you want to show me?” 

“There’s some great things about this city. But I want to spoil you. That is my goal for this trip.” He sent me that signature smile of his so brightly. 

Shaking my head the hybrid i still wasn’t used to his romantic gestures towards me. It wasn’t as if I had the option of calling up my mother or father for dating advice since then that would only stir up trouble, finding me. Especially Uncle Joshua. Klaus walked closely beside me while I was window shopping the stores we walked past. “You’ve been staring at that dress for the last five minutes. So we’re getting it.” 

“Klaus, no. Just because I look at it for long doesn’t mean I’ll like it.” Whipping my head around I stopped him before he started to go inside the store. The dress that we had been referring to was a dark green with short sleeves and a slit on the right side. The length only reached to the manachens knees. 

Klaus didn’t bother and held open the door for me so I went inside to the dress with a woman who worked there coming over. “Can I help you, ma’am?” 

“Yes. Uh do you have this dress in a six?” I asked her softly. 

She replied. “Yes we do.”

“We’ll take it.” Klaus fired out an answer before I could get a response from my own mouth. The woman walked away when he gave her his card leaving us alone briefly. Crossing my arms over my chest I sent him a half glare. “Don’t give me that look, Rae. I already have ordered some lunch from that chicken place you like too.” 

I sniped back at my boyfriend. “You went through my food delivery receipts. What’s next buying me 50 pairs or new shoes?” 

“If that’s what you wish then yes.” He shrugged his shoulders not fazed by how creepy that might come off as to outsiders. 

Placing my hands over my face I throw my head back failing to hold in my laughter. “Nik, how am I ever going to handle being with you?” 

“You’ll learn to love me in time, siphon queen.” He snags me forward, grabbing the belt loops of my jeans and tugging me against his chest, smiling. 

Draping my arms over his shoulders I booped my nose with his leaning up on my toes. “If you’ll lucky you just might get me forever.” 

“I’d do anything to have always and forever with you, Raelyn.” He brought my lips up to meet his in a gentle and slow kiss until the woman with my dress came back and we headed to pick up his lunch order. 

Standing out on the balcony of the old Mikaelson compound that allowed anyone to look out over the city of New Orleans. My hands rested on the metal railing knowing Elijah would leave us alone since he was the only member who still lived here full time. “You know the point of you agreeing to talk to me implies that you would say something.” 

“Yes I agreed to speak with you. But that didn’t mean I would begin the conversation since you will just cut me off and tell me the same thing you’ve repeatedly told me about how I should take my magic back.” I throw my head back feeling his eyes burning in the back of my head. 

He was leaning in the doorway arms beginning his back simply just watching me in the bright glow of the sunlight and how the wind threw my hair around yet even when it was a knotted ess cause of it he would see nothing but beauty from me. “I am only speaking the truth, love. You shouldn’t have to hide the other part of yourself like I was forced to by my mother a thousand years ago.”

“You still don’t understand it. I choose to give up my magic whereas your mother forced the Hybrid Curse upon you.” Stomping up to my husband I got up in his face. “My brother hates me now because I refuse to use dark magic to let him and Hayley have more babies.”

Klaus natches the knife hanging off the belt loop of my jeans. “Jacob, can’t truly hate you. I don’t think that mate has a hateful bone in his body. Now please I am begging you take it back. Not to please me, not for Jacob or Hayley, but for yourself because I know you.”

“Nik, I am not ready. The Hollow got inside my mind and made me see a version of myself that I didn’t even know existed inside of my brain.” 

“Fructose Ispiritus. Say it Raelyn!” He raised his tone at me. 

The veins and fangs began appearing where I shoved him against the wall with vamp speed baring my teeth. “I said no, Niklaus! And you want to know why look into my mind and see.” 

“Raelyn..” He trails off. 

I shout back at him. “Do it!” 

Once the brightness disappeared I opened my eyes all the way to see a mirror image of myself. The figure of me had my hair loose but the ends were dead in black. The rest of my clothing was almost all black too. “The Hollow isn't fully gone. Her power and soul is now inside you.” 

“You’re me…what do you want?” I blinked my eyes a couple of times feeling my mind was betraying me. 

The dark version of me smirked. “I want you to stop hiding behind this weaker version of yourself. You’ve proven that you are stronger than anyone thought you’d be. Stop hiding who you truly are."

“That’s what this is truly about. You want me to be a bad person after I’ve told my kids to not appear as monsters.” I bite my tongue at the thought.

Dark Raelyn flipped her hair at me. “Just consider how much more Klaus would love you if you let him see the darker parts of you.” 

My husband gasped, holding my face in his hands just scanning over my features. For once in his life Klaus Mikaelson was at a loss for words. He knew he was broken by some degree, yet it baffled the thousand year immortal to see a much darker side of the women he loved. Raelyn has darkness; he knew that when she flipped her humanity switch. Except this other vision of her was the witch side of her that he hadn’t come into contact with. “Rae…I…I’m sorry I didn’t know.”

“She’s why I refuse to take my siphon magic back.” I croaked through heavy tears that cascaded down my face, nails clutching onto his forearms for dear life. “I…I thought I wasn’t broken anymore. Nik, what….what do I do!”

Klaus tilted his head, wiping away the tears that he could. He buried my head into his chest and wrapped his arms around my shaking form.  “Rae Rae, you have nothing to fear as long as I am here. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again that you are not broken  Alina - this better be life or death because your mother needs my support at this moment.”

“Sorry, dad. The problem is that Landon somehow got sent and trapped in a prison world.” Our second oldest werewitch daughter explained through his cell phone once answering her. 

Lifting my head up slightly from his black henley shirt my husband growled. “Bloody hell.”

“Alina, what else is going on?” I questioned her through some sniffles

“Hope is determined to get him back and now she’s looking for the Ascendent. I’d suggest you guys get here before she nearly burns the school down to rescue him.” 

Separating from my husband I take the phone from his hand. “We’ll be on our way in a few. If things start to go sideways I give you permission to use your powers by any means necessary.” Hanging up the phone I scooped Josette’s hunting knife off the ground, sliding it back down into the pocket of my jeans. Klaus moved towards the doorway clasping my hand in his heading back home. 

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 18 Broken Glass

For day 18 of whumpril

Familiar faces, Set episode 10 of season 3 Originals, follows after this days 16, 18 and 27 of febuwhump.

Elijah deals with the consequences of his own overconfident and underestimation of Tristan.

Hayley and Jackson happen to time their talk at a bad time but manage catch Elijah before he does something drastic

Warnings for self harm and discussion of drug use, withdrawal and self harm.

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It was a good thing Elijah was familiar to muscle aches, from his episodes and gymnastics or his problem would have been noticeable during their confirmation to deal with Tristan. He wouldn’t want Tristan going into the dark with the belief he won anymore than Elijah wanted him to.

Yes Elias had loved him, but to Elijah he was nothing and would be forgotten.

He just needed to get through this, the after effects that Tristan likely hadn’t even thought for or planned.

Elijah didn’t like his reflection, he had gotten used to the fact it was never the right face looking back at him, too old, too young, black eyes and a wide smile or blood covered, this time it looked like he felt tired and fragile.

With his hair a mess from the way he had been pulling at it, he looked like an addict jonesing for a fix.

It wasn’t completely wrong.

Klaus was away helping Cami, Freya had human hearing and should hear it and Sage had gone out for the night after making him promise to stay inside. He’d complain about her protectiveness but he brought her back for this reason and then foolishly went off alone, placed himself back into Tristan's hands and ended up reliving his last two lives at the same time.

Dealing with the itch under his skin he hadn’t had to deal with for decades and hoped he never would again.

So he shattered the mirror, uncaring of the sound it would make or the broken glass that was going to cut him.

If he fell back into old habits he'd be dead within weeks OD-ing the moment he got high enough to forget his current body didn’t have years of build up endurance.

It made it better, easier to ignore the burning itching under his skin when he could focus on the burning stinging cuts now decorating his hand. The ache from his chest and the ghost of a feeling of Tristan’s hand in his chest had long faded.

He had hoped dealing with Tristan would chase away the lingering consequences of his brief return to Elias, knowing Tristan was trapped.

It hadn’t.

He had barely had a taste of his once addiction, Tristan wanting to use his time with his pet in other ways, and yet the hunger for it was back.

He had already healed those bitemarks and bruises but removing them had just left him with the withdrawal.

The burning itch, the need, the skin crawling. 

He wasn’t a desperate run away on the street anymore, looking for a way to first escape his nightmares and the black eyed monster in his reflection and then the memories of what he did to earn the money for his habit.

He was Elijah Mikaelson, one of the original vampires, currently a witch that had power others would flinch from.

Reminding himself of that didn’t get rid of the crawling under his skin, the trembling that was trying to take over his limbs..

He swallowed as he eyed the broken glass in the sink, red staining white.

Before he could reach it the door slammed against the wall and two hands settled on his arm.

He pulled his eyes away from the remains of the broken mirror and his blood staining them and the sink to look at intruders.

Hayley and Jackson stared at him in horror, anger and concern.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, smiling at them as if nothing was wrong as the words came out calm and controlled. 

Surely the married couple should be at home comforting each other at the pain and near loss they had suffered today, because of Elijah’s first sired, the grudge he had created and the personal army he had also made for Tristan to use.

“We came here to talk to you.” Jackson explained as Hayley seemed speechless as she took him in, Elijah shifted his shoulders slightly, as he realised what a mess he likely looked like, the movement caused Jackson to release his arm but Hayley just pulled it closer to her examining his glass littered skin..

“What do you think you were doing?” Hayley snapped pulling him from the sink, Jackson followed as she pulled him from the bathroom..

Elijah was at a loss, first in how to explain his actions that wouldn’t worry her more or sound so obviously a lie and second why she was here, so instead of speaking he stayed quiet.

She pushed him to sit on the bed, sending Jackson a look over Elijah’s head that he couldn’t muster the strength to try to read before she vanished back into the bathroom, returning with his first aid kit.

“I’m not going to ask you to heal that.” she told him as she ignored the collection of healing plants and pulled out the rest of the tools. “You don’t really look in the head space.”

“I’ve already healed the rest of the damage” he told her realising as he struggled to focus on either of them she was right about his head space, his skin was crawling and his attempt to control his jitteriness had failed as he noticed he couldn’t stop the way his legs were bouncing. 

“Tristan got into your head.” Hayley said more likely to herself as she treated his hand, plucking out shards of broken glass.

“He trapped me in my own head.” he replied, as he switched his glaze between Hayley and Jackson, he wasn’t sure what to say, why they were here or how to convince them he was fine and that they didn’t need to bother themselves, he rarely struggled with knowing the right words to get what he wanted but now he was useless.

Neither of them should be stuck dealing with Elijah as he failed to keep control of himself, he was a thousand years old he could deal with memories of a damaged teenager.

Apparently not.

“You want to tell us what happened between the pair of you?” Jackson’s voice broke the silence that had grown and Elijah looked up from where he had lost himself watching Hayley work on her hand to be surprised that Jackson was sitting on the bed beside him instead of standing.

Was he really that unaware? He had never been so careless around Mr M- Tristan.

“He was my first s-” he winced as Hayley pulled a partially deeply embedded piece of glass free.

“We got that,” Hayley interrupted him, bringing his attention back to her “that doesn’t explain why you followed him into the warehouse.” ‘or why he kissed you’ Elijah thinks she also wants to ask. 

“I’m guessing it happened sometime since you lost your original body.” Jackson added as Elijah stared at Hayley.

Elijah thought about correcting him that he hasn’t lost his original body, it was downstairs besides his sibling’s coffins but instead gave them the answer they were after, the sooner he said it the sooner they could move on and never think of that life.

“Tristan found a messed up teenager on the streets and had him for about a year. He wanted his pet to love him and he got what he wanted.” it was easier to explain as if Elias was another person, to put some distance between them, like Elijah didn’t remember desperate for his praise, as if he couldn’t feel his own happiness at Tristan’s gentle touch.

“You loved him.” she almost choked of those words, stopping her work to stare at him,in horror-pity-disgust, Elijah couldn’t tell.

“Elias did.” He tried to correct them but even his own voice was shaky and unsure.

“Stockholm syndrome.” Jackson mused leaning closer to Elijah to see Hayley better perhaps, Elijah couldn’t help but melt into him, warm-solid-real, better than the strange floaty feeling he had started to feel besides the itch under his skin.

Some small part of him noticed the way Jackson froze for a moment but that part was quickly losing against the hunger and need for a fix.

“He’s gone now.” He shrugged, already tired of any more talk of Tristan. “these no need to pay him anymore, mind.”

“Then what was this about? you hurt yourself.” Hayley asked as she finished taping down the bandage.

“A distraction.” the answer escaped him before he realised how bad it would sound if he expanded on it.

“What?” she asked 

“I needed a distraction.” he offered instead of what she really wanted, he couldn’t admit what he was, that even after a whole new life he was still a desperate addict.

“And cutting up your hand and arm was what you chose?” she said incredulously. Elijah stared at his bandaged hand not looking at either of them as he chewed the inside of his lip to stop himself from adding anything else, he could feel the weight of Hayley’s stare but she made no move to let go of his hand and with Jacskon at his side it was nice, not to be alone. 

“You're shaking” Jackson’s words distracted him and Hayley from wordless standoff, any words he had stalled on his tongue as Jackson spoke again. “Withdrawal?”

Elijah glared at his other hand, the one not held by Hayley, that had joined his legs, moving without his permission.

“From what?” Hayley asked, he didn’t look up from her hand moved from his wrist to carefully curled around his bandaged own. “Elijah.” she called, ducking her head into his view to catch his eyes.

It was Hayley’s tone and the way she looked at him that had him giving in, the lack of judgement.

“Heroin.” he admitted, it wasn’t much, more likely Tristan had given it to him out of amusement than true attempt to harm but it had brought his memories of Elias’s withdrawal with it and while his body didn’t really need it his mind thought they did.

There was a growl from Hayley.

“He drugged you.” Jackson spoke, while his tone didn’t carry any feeling Elijah looked between them to notice a growing yellow colour to their eyes

“It wasn’t much,” he tried to reassure them. “give it a few hours and it will pass.”

“A few hours.” Hayley echoed.

Elijah shifted slightly leaning away from Jackson and then violently shuddering at the sudden chill that sinks deep into his bones.

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked looking between the two, the sooner they spoke the sooner they could leave and no longer waste their time on him failing.

“Not while you're like this.” Jackson said quickly, Elijah looked up to meet the other’s eyes, finding himself closer than he had expected.

“My mind is clear, it’s just my body’s reactions.” he countered, his mind was mostly clear, he admitted to himself as found he couldn’t remember when he had returned to leaning against Jackson’s side.

“So you need some sleep and you'll be free of this in the morning?” Hayley queried, forcing him to look back to her.

He nodded, not at all surprised as Hayley pulled him up and started to help him into the bed, he allowed her, too tired to bother trying to argue, relieved he had thought to change out of his suit earlier for a looser set of clothes.

He was a little surprised when Jackson and her didn’t leave once Elijah let her man handle him into his own bed.

“We came to talk about our relationship.” Jackson explained, Elijah blinked perhaps he was wrong and his mind was affected because the words were not making sense. 

Relationship, ‘our’ as in the three of them, he was in love with Hayley which he thinks she might return, but she was married and loved Jackson, he remembered her screams in the warehouse, the fact that it had broken through to the nightmare he was trapped within his mind.

Jackson loved Hayley.

Elijah's reluctant admiration and attraction towards Jackson was one sided.

So he wasn’t sure where they were getting with the ‘our’.

“Yeah.” Jackson nodded at Elijah’s silence, “ so we’ll talk about it after you’ve slept this off.”

“Easier said than done.” He couldn't help but argue slightly, being left alone with this feeling and his own thoughts was the last thing he wanted or needed. 

He wouldn’t undo Hayley’s care and work binding his hand but once they left he could find another way to distinct his body's nerves and heal it with magic in the morning once the worst of it had passed.

Hayley and Jackson looked at each other in silent communication. Elijah had to accept he really did need sleep as he found himself again unable to read a thing that passed between them, normally he was better at this.

“Well you're not going to be alone.” Hayley told him and Elijah couldn’t stop his audible noise of confusion as both of them started undressing slightly to join him in the bed.

Maybe Tristan had given him more than he thought, as he watched in stunned silence as the bed shifted and he found himself between the married couple.

His bed wasn’t too small, it was twice the size of his bed back in mystic falls and yet he still found himself sandwiched between the two, one of Hayley’s hands reaching out to entwine with his bandaged one as the over reached over him to hold Jackson’s.

He felt Jackson’s other arm move to rest above their heads, nothing was making much sense to Elijah as he laid in the quiet, but the feeling of both of the either side of him was working as a much better distraction than the cuts had as he couldn’t feel the itching under his skin.

He closed his eyes and decided to stop thinking. Hopefully in the morning he could think clearer and he could understand what was going on.

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday18 #Broken Glass #tvd fanfiction #au- Familiar faces #the vampire dairies au #the originals au #fanfiction #the vampire diaries #elijah mikaelson #jackson kenner #hayley marshall #elijah x hayley x jackson

[khaleesiofalicante]

Now these are all random thoughts with no order, but I still need to get them out of my system (and my notes lol)

David's thoughts not appearing and him not having a POV makes me so fucking nervous, because the last time it happened it turned out to be the saddest shit ever 😭

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN ARCAID ARE NOT A CANON EVENT???? AND THEY AREN'T TOGETHER IN IALS??? My mind refuses to accept that😤. Also the fact that Arthur said “We’re destined to be together, Kincaid.”, and they are the couple that is not canon is my 13th reason 🙂

The song rec in Lance's chapter being She by Dodie??? Haven't recovered yet, thanks :)

I remember Arthur saying in IALS that "You were bigger than the whole sky" was his favorite song from the midnights album and now I'm feeling Arcaid feels not in a good way😭😭

Everyone in this gen is a whore and I say good for them!! Theia literally using her travel year to go see Lance, Joan thirsting over Régine, Iris and Hermes, Arthur and Kincaid (both self explanatory), and don't get me started on Cami! I am proud of them😌

I'm still curious about what happened to David's book. I mean, I know it wasn't published, and Max was angry at Rafael about it, but what bullshit excuse did they used???

Rafael and Max's relationship 🥺🥺. Rafael being scared for Max, and Max wanting to protect his family and everything just going to shit because of the Clave... They better fix this relationship or I'm throwing hands!

You should listen to "Fuiste tú" by Ricardo Arjona and "El triste" by José José. They give me IALS vibes. Funny thing is that those two are really famous in my country, and I've heard them a thousand times, but just recently I paid attention and I am heartbroken 🥰

I have a theory Max won't become Other Max after seeing all the damage it created. Like, seeing the consequences, and telling David he can't do it but feeling bad about it. Still not sure because that whore is capable of anything

And I have ANOTHER theory that David will die soon. Like, in a battle or in between the fight with Idris and that's why Max invented time travel. Because he never got to grow old (?) with him. But maybe that would also mean Lance activating the prophecy for him... Besides, Other Max said he took 720 years to figure it out, but he didn't said what year he is from... Idk, maybe it could be because you didn't want to do math but I don't trust you anymore😑

I love Rafael, Anjali and Cami but omfg they NEED TO CHIILL!!! I feel they would judge me so hard LMAO. I am that girl who's motto is "if tomorrow isn't the due date, today isn't the do date". And I procrastinate so much but the worst part is I know I can pull it off because I have done entire projects 20 minutes before they're due and I've gotten 10s, and studying for exams with time?? Nah, I like to study with someone's study cards 10 minutes before the exam AND I also pull that off so yeah... I love Cami but she would probably dislike me 😂

Every time I remember Other Max waited 720 years to see David again, I remember this scene of IALS and feel 80% worse �� “Alec hasn’t spoken to me for two days and I already feel like I’m decaying,” bapak told him. “Decaying?” Max made a face. “Like a corpse?” The man clutched his face. “13 years, Max. 13 bloody years. How on earth did you manage that?”

I would sell a kidney to know why tf Other Max does the shit he does sigh

I'm really curious about the changes from Other Max's timeline and this because of the White Warlock thing Max has going on. Like, we've cleared that the money did have an impact on it, so not only does it affect keeping the institute, I guess it would affect Lance and AJ going to different schools, maybe Arthur not meeting Harry?

Arcaid are together (briefly) in IALS but they don't end up together rip.

She by Dodie is funnily enough a song that perfectly fits Lance and Kincaid - more reasons why they are alike!!!

We'll find out about David's book soon (I think).

Thank you thank you for your song recs. I love them. I haven't been the same since you recced me Tú sí sabes quererme. It's one of my fave songs ever - and so very blackbane too.

And yes, everything is literally because I don't wanna do math. DO NOT MAKE ME.

I guess we'll find out what Other Max does and why he does it when he return to the Other Timeline during the interlude.

And yes, it does affect the schools they go to. For instance, Arthur and Harry meet in a public school instead of Silverstone. You actually get a lil context about this in the next chapter :)

#lbaf

[barks-hideout]

did I mention Cami had friends???

Sorry the pics had to be uploaded like this, Tumblr tried to explode on me

more info about the characters below!!

The top three are Cami’s coworkers. They aren’t really that important to her story, just some non hero (and non human) characters I wanted to add to spice things up

here’s some facts about them

Sable and Milo are dating and live together

Charlie Jay sometimes goes home with Cami when they don’t feel safe going home by themselves (post secret invasion)

CJ has no memory of coming to earth, only living on it

Ok, now it’s time to get into the major stuff

so, the rest of the characters shown are Cami’s fellow soldiers who she lead during her PK:PR days most of their basic information is one their sheets, so here’s some additional facts and details

Junji: After Dr.White’s death, he moved on to own a library in Nebraska in a quiet town. He’s considered “the mom friend” because he always puts his friends first before himself. He joined Dr.White after his dad gave him up during the war, making Junji move to America at a young age (around 6-7)

Teddy: After PK:PR, Teddy moved in with his half sibling, Urban, and works from home as an artist (although, a starving one). Known as “the dad friend” because, like Junji, he cares for his friends more than himself. Has a Wakandan accent. Nicknamed Teddy because of his huge stature, but soft personality. Joined Dr.White after his village was burned down by a “mysterious force” (He knows, but isn’t upset)

Leslie: After PK:PR, Leslie became a bouncer at Toby’s casino. He always feels like he has to be in fight mode because of his trauma and always being told he wasn’t enough for a multitude of reasons. Sometimes he “short circuits” if he gets ticked off, meaning that if you start seeing sparks, stop what you’re doing and apologize. He joined PK:PR after Dr.White found him wandering the streets because Leslie got lost while his orphanage was evacuated.

Toby: He became a casino owner and basically runs the show there. The name of said casino is “Snake Eyes” and is quite popular among people. He developed a coping mechanism of getting high and totally ignoring the world around him. He was raised by his uncle in Ireland, who always took him to bars and other places no child should be. Mother is dead and father was a sailor, which is why Toby knows a lot of sea shanties. Joined PK:PR after actually introducing himself to Dr.White before any “accidents” happened. He was too young to understand why White was really there.

Evelyn: Evelyn went on a man hunt trying to find Cami after she helped kill Dr.White. One of the only people to believe Cami was still alive after her “disappearance.” Out of everyone, she was the one who was most affected by Cami’s disappearance. Hadn’t moved on from her and Cami’s “relationship” (they were like 13, so does it even count?) Joined PK:PR after her mom told her to run off into the woods where their “secret hiding place” was and White found her (didn’t join without a fight of course)

Raven: Raven joined Junji in his library, helping stack books and other assistant jobs. Her shadow, named Shady, sometimes takes over if Raven starts to dissociate to make sure she’ll be safe. Raven communicates with ASL, but Shady speaks. Was the last person to develop her Provectus power. Joined PK:PR after White found her hiding under a pile of rubble.

Urban: Urban became a part of an underground fighting ring in order to win money to support them and their brother. They joined said ring because it felt like a bit of normalcy to them. Really misses the others, but refuses to acknowledge it. Lived with their mom in Brooklyn. Joined PK:PR because they they were promised that Teddy would be there.

#bark says a thing #marvel #mcu #my art #original character #art #avengers #marvel oc #digital art #procreate #ocs #oc art #my ocs #artists on tumblr #drawing #oc #oc: evelyn avery #oc: toby strickland #oc: leslie holland #oc: teddy zadakiel #oc: raven evercroft #oc: urban zadakiel #oc: sable kim-kwauk #oc: charlie jay #oc: milo bradley

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

People seem to like Dulce- can we get some facts about her?

You absolutely can?? Thank you for asking??

Bunnies are her favorite animal! She has two girl bunnies, and one boy. The girls are named Lemon and Carrots, as those are her favorite things to bake with. The boy is called Molasses, because he's old, and moves as slow as Molasses. Molasses is a 'Crème d’Argent' breed, while Lemon and Carrots are both 'English Lops'. And yes, they're all cute and you can pet them. Minus Lemon, she bites.

She works at her mother's bakery. Has been ever since she was about six, and can run the place with her eyes closed. Her mother doesn't let her though, since Dulce likes to modify classic recipes, and that bothers her.

Rosa is her mother's name. Honestly the only thing they have in common is their last name, 'Preciosidad'. Rosa is a traditional, firm, and rather blunt woman. She has her moments, but she's all around not friendly. Dulce is her exact opposite, social, fun, a bit sarcastic, and is definitely not one for tradition.

Dulce met Camilo when she was catering to a play he was a part of. He did his usual flirting, but the fact that she didn't swoon over him immediately got his attention. Camilo is very dramatic and theatrical, while Dulce is more realistic and to the point. But they have the same sense of the humor, and they both appreciate how quick they are with comebacks towards one another.

She's 18, while Camilo is 16. It's why Camilo makes 'milf' jokes, even though that's not how it works. Makes her smile though, so worth it.

Her favorite food is, and forever will be, carrot cake. Extra carrots, and definitely extra frosting. Only food she really hates eating is seafood.

Dulce's father was a musician. He left soon after Dulce's birth, since he was ashamed to have a daughter. He left the Encanto when she was only a few months old, and had a son with another woman. Dulce acts like she doesn't care, but she does.

Her favorite colors are whites, browns, blacks, burgundy, pretty much any mute colors. She likes white so much, she even dyed her dreads. She's grown a fondess for yellow though, for whatever reason.

If Dulce isn't baking or dealing with her rabbits, she's out in the market. She's always wanted to go outside of the Encanto, but since she can't, she settles for books and various treasures brought to them by merchants.

Has the best relationship with Antonio, and Mirabel. She sees Mirabel as the sister she's always wanted, and Antonio is just too precious to not absolutely adore.

Probably has the worst relationship with Pepa. They don't hate each other by any means, but Dulce is annoyed that she sort of third wheels with her and Camilo a lot. She cares for her though, absolutely.

Also has a great relationship with Bruno. Her bunnies and his rats have little playdates.

She can sing and dance very well, but doesn't exactly perform for people. Not that she has stage fright, she just thinks other people deserve the spot light. Honestly if it's not for a party, you can't get her to sing or dance, especially for a crowd. Unless you're Camilo, that boy has the tendency to talk her into all sorts of nonsense.

She ALWAYS has signs that she's been baking. Frosting under her nails, sugar on her clothes, and even batter on her cheek. Not that Camilo minds, because this bitch ALWAYS smells like a whole ass bakery.

She's never seen one in person before, but she has a weird fear of seagulls. It's the eyes. No she will not elaborate.

Calls Camilo 'Cami' most of the time, though he's VERY fond of 'cupcake'. Yes, they're cuddly and insufferable together.

She steals Camilo's ruana a lot, and totally wears it. Not that he minds, because when he eventually gets it back, it smells like sweets all day.

They cuddle a lot. She's absolutely the big spoon.

#not transformers #asks #encanto #I'll also take questions in general #but i think this is all you need to know of our girl here #genuinely i appreciate you guys being so interested??

[lw-tomlinson]

                                                 @cami--morrone​

dont believe the hype ☠ — 16/04/2023 21:23Due to cancelling the start of his tour, Louis had a little more time to himself -- not wanting to have to explain to many details on why or what was happening until he was absolutely sure himself, he kept all statements brief and also hadn't been too much in the public eye. He valued his privacy the older he got, actually. Figuring he may as well keep himself occupied whilst he was now no longer too busy, he hit Camila up once again. The brief meeting at his premiere left into them catching a few drinks together at a later date. Drinks were good, but the after match on when they got back to one's apartment was better. Louis had no expectations on how the night would go, but was defiantly not complaining when they ended in bed. Inviting Camila to the house he owned in LA, he figured some company would be good before he decided to head back to England for a while -- because that was his plan at some point. He had spent much time with Freddie in the states, and he figure it was about time soon to go and visit his sisters in Doncaster. Louis cleaned the house a little for the model's arrival, throwing a few of Freddie's bits into his playroom, along with throw some of his own dirty clothes into the laundry room. Most of his house was cleanish -- for a guy, anyhow, but it was also evident his place had the ability to be a proper bachelor's pad. Hearing the doorbell knock, Louis made his way to the door and swung it open. "Alright love, how's you?" Once she had stepped in, he closed the door behind her and made his way back into his home. (edited)

17 April 2023 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 — 17/04/2023 19:43After the whirlwind of promoting Daisy Jones and the Six, Camila had some down time that she was looking forward to enjoying. While the girl did love to be busy, it was nice to have a slower change of pace, it gave her some more freedom rather than being confined to following a rigid schedule. Of course, with the jobs that she and Louis had there was never a sense of total freedom thanks to paparazzi and things of that nature, but this was probably as close as she could get so she was going to live it up. This was also the first time in a long time that the actress was single. Camila spent the last five years in a relationship and now, about seven months after the breakup, she was getting back out there and enjoying the single life. When she and Lou met up for drinks, they seemed to vibe well enough to end the night together and it was the perfect reminder for Cami of the exhilarating exploring with someone new could be. The femme didn’t hesitate to agree to meet up with the Brit again, she knew from experience that they would have a good time regardless of how the night ended up. He was down to earth and easy to get along with, so hanging out with him was a no brainer. “Hey,” she greeted him with a quick hug as she stepped inside, “so far so good. I’ll be better after a drink though,” she joked. “How about you? What have you got going on lately?” 18 April 2023 dont believe the hype ☠ — 18/04/2023 18:31Although Louis was over thirty now, he still had the mind set sometimes of a twenty three year year old -- it's what some people admired the most about him. That he always had the ability to stay young even as he got older year after year. Some admired it, Louis just thought it was stupid of him in a way, yet he wouldn't ever change. Brining a child into the world helped him grow up a lot, however at heart he was still a teenage boy, making the same bad decision and getting into situations which probably should have been avoided. It made things fun though, and he liked living the way he did. Greeted with a hug at his front door, Louis returned the gesture before allowing her into the house. It was funny really, because their meeting had been far from normal. In fact, they had been connected through papers and magazines before they had actually spoken or met one another, and now the papz probably did have pictures of them hanging around each other -- especially if they had caught sight of them when they were out for drinks. Which Louis just presumes they do catch sight of things like that. He, with any girl on the opposite side of the table as him in a bar, immediately it gets pictured and written about. "One drink comin' your way, what's your drink of choice tonight? Obviously I got beer, Jack Daniels, Vodka and maybe some more bits. Maybe even a bottle of wine or two. Come have a pick." The singer offered as he diverted her into the kitchen and then into the cupboard where he kept the alcohol. "Not a lot going on, should be on tour but things got cancelled. Let's not go into it, but since I'm still here, figured I could use your company. What've you been up to since I last saw ya?" 19 April 2023 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 — 19/04/2023 19:45Even if she never actually admitted it out loud, Cami is rather glad to be able to expose her freedom. It didn’t seem as though she was missing out at the time, she’d been happy in her relationship, but it was something she realized now and it was better late than never, as they said. Louis was down to earth and easy to get along with so she wasn’t the least bit surprised that they meshed well. “Guess I’ll consider myself lucky that you’ve got more time to spend here then,” she told him with a smirk, not bothering to try to reach for details about why things were cancelled, it really wasn’t her business anyway. Plus it meant that they could hang out again so she couldn’t be mad about that. “Let’s go with Jack, wine will put me to sleep and we don’t want that.” Cami shrugged her shoulders, “not a whole lot, mostly attending events and things of that nature, I can’t really complain that part of my job is going to parties ya know?” dont believe the hype ☠ — 19/04/2023 20:28Louis couldn't help but chuckle very lightly, she was right actually. It just meant he could hang around and hang with people a little more, and Camila was one of the new people he met that he enjoyed spending time with. "If you wanna call it luck," The Brit teased. He wouldn't call her lucky for being in his company, but that was because he didn't see himself as anything special to be around. Just a casual guy, who treated others how he wanted to be treated. He pulled the bottle of Jack Daniels out of the cupboard, grabbed two glasses and then poured out a spirit. "A girl with some taste too, I see." Louis' features were smug slightly as he turned and passed her the glass. He took a moment to look her up and down, but not in a weird or lingering way, just for a brief moment. "Can't be complaining, basically getting paid to party? What's there not to like about the job, eh?" Louis turned back and picked his own glass up, along with the bottle of Jack Daniels before motioning for them to move into the living room. 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 — 19/04/2023 22:39Camila often liked to put a positive spin on things, the world was already full of negativity and complications, if there was a way to look at things in a more positive light, she would try to find it - and that was precisely what she did in that moment. “I’m absolutely calling it luck! We wouldn’t be having the fun night ahead of us otherwise,” she chuckled. He was easy to get along with, it was refreshing that he wasn’t like some of the other men in the business who were flashy and egotistical. “I do have great taste, if I do say so myself. You’re not surprised by that are you,” she teased him before picking up her glass and following him into the other room, “I honestly can’t complain I know in this business it could all fade away in a matter of moments so I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts.” 22 April 2023 dont believe the hype ☠ — 22/04/2023 14:18"This is true." Louis hummed, however he still wasn't sure if he believed in the whole concept of luck, but understood why other people did. "Not surprised at all.. you just confirmed what I was already thinking to be honest." The male chuckled lightly as he made his way into the living room, setting himself down onto one of the couches and placing his drink and the bottle on the table directly in front of him. "You're right, you gotta take every moment whilst you have it. But I doubt you'll have any problems of that, I mean look at you.." Louis motioned in her direction, she was a very good looking femme if he was to say so himself. "And you're pretty talented." He smiled before reaching forward to his cigarette tin, "Do you smoke?" He questioned. 24 April 2023 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 — 24/04/2023 03:24“And think about how much we would be missing out on if we weren’t both here. Would be tragic, really,” cami let out a laugh and brought her glass to her lips for a sip of her drink. “How much longer are you thinking that you’ll be in town? And what are your thoughts on Los Angeles? I don’t think we’ve talked about this before.” The woman knew that California was its own beast, but LA was somewhere that was unlike anywhere else in both good and bad ways, so she was curious about his take on it. “Oh you’re going to make me blush,” using her shoulder she nudged him. “All I can do is keep working hard and hope that each project I do opens the door to other projects,” shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I don’t really smoke cigarettes, but if you’re referring to something…greener, than I do indulge in weed.” dont believe the hype ☠ — 24/04/2023 18:15A smug kind of smile couldn't help but fall against Louis' features for a moment, "I mean.. the universe knew we had to meet at some point. All those paparazzi stories weren't just for nothin." Louis' could remember the day one of his friends had mentioned he was paired with Cami in the magazines, and however none of it had been true before, Louis never denied it. Then again, he didn't read articles about himself anymore, so felt no need to comment on them. "I'll be in town at least another week, maybe two at most. Los Angeles? Love it.. not so much the privacy or lack of, but the place in itself is great. Defo 2nd home. " Louis pulled out a cigarette, ready to place it between his lips, however as she mentioned weed, his eyes almost lit up, almost didn't think she was the type to smoke at all. "Yeah?.." He began, throwing the cigarette back into the small tin and closing it before reaching out to the 2nd one sat against his table. He slid it into her direction, "D'yer wanna roll? Or shall I?" He motioned towards the tin for a moment, happy for her to roll if she wanted too. 25 April 2023 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 — 25/04/2023 23:33“See, it’s the universe at play here. Some might even call it fate,” with a chuckle she rolled her eyes lightly, hoping he could tell that she was kidding so that she didn’t actually sound crazy. “Really? Im kind of surprised about that, I feel like a lot of people hate it in LA. It sucks once in a while but it honestly has a bit of everything so I don’t know why so many people complain about it.” Watching him, Cami had to laugh lightly at his reaction, it was a lot more animated than she was expecting, “look at you, like a kid in a toy store, that was the best reaction I’ve seen in a while. I’ll let you do the honors,” picking up her drink she took a long sip. (edited) 27 April 2023 dont believe the hype ☠ — 27/04/2023 20:41He couldn't help but chuckle, of course he knew she was joking and he liked her banter. "It was meant to be!" His voice simply chirped. "I mean, I fuckin' hated it when I first came here, when I was in the band.. it was too much. But since my lad is here, I've learnt to adapt a little.. I'm still all for the quiet life away though." Louis explained before reaching back out to his tin and opened it as she left him to take over. He couldn't help but grin at her. "Sorry, know if you were the type," His head motioned down towards his hands which were now rolling them up a joint. "I love it when people surprise me some." The male's blue eyes diverted down to his hands as he rolled, perfectly rolling it to his liking. Finally finished, he placed his tin down and reached for his lighter. 29 April 2023 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 — 29/04/2023 17:17“Guess the tabloids were onto something. Boy would they be having a field day if they knew I was here right now,” although she was still more than happy to keep it low key, it was a lot easier than dealing with camera flashes. “Even though I grew up here it can still feel like a lot sometimes. But much easier to deal with once you’re used to it, you’re right about that.” Stealing another sip from her drink she shook her head with a laugh “you don’t have to apologize. Little do you know I’m full of surprises,” cami couldn’t help but wag her eyebrows up and down at him, letting out another chuckle. “You’re a bit of an expert at that hm?” Her hand motioned toward his perfect rolling job. 1 May 2023 dont believe the hype ☠ — 01/05/2023 15:37"Don't speak so soon babe, who knows if somebody spotted you on the way here.. or even when you leave." Louis knew all too well that he couldn't be too careful, even when he thought he got away with something, it later came back to haunt him. "Would you ever move away from here?" He was curious to know. Louis chuckled as she did as he watched her response. He hummed at her next comment, just as he was finishing up. "Hardly an expert, but had plenty of practice in my time." Lighting the joint, he placed the lighter down onto the table and took it between his lips. Taking in a long drag, he held his breathe for a moment to inhale well and then eventually he exhaled. He passed the joint to Camila with one hand, his second hand picking up his drink. 4 May 2023 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 — 04/05/2023 03:04Listening to him, she had to let out a giggle as she nodded her head, “you do make a good point, they don’t miss a trick. I swear they should be employed by the government to get information about actual important matters.” Cami knew that it was all part of the job and had to take most of what she heard or read about in stride. “Not permanently, I don’t think. Too much of my family is here and family is so important I don’t think I’d be able to fully move somewhere else. It must be tough for you having to split your time between actual countries yeah?” She gave him a lot of credit for doing so, she’s only ever really traveled at length for work. While he took a drag, Camila took another long sip of her drink until she reached for the joint when it was offered, taking a hit before eventually passing it back as she exhaled. 9 May 2023 dont believe the hype ☠ — 09/05/2023 20:05"Who's says they're not employed by the government already?" Obviously Louis was joking, however sometimes the thought could run through his mind. Louis also understood that she wouldn't have wanted to move away from the family, and she was right in saying it must have been tough for him. He learnt to like LA, but also missed his family when they didn't travel with him and stayed in England. "Can be difficult. However the fam and are spendin a lot of time in LA these days. But I love going home, makes it more special when I stay in Doncaster for a long time. You learn to get used to travellin though when you do it a lot." Everybody who knew Louis, knew he loved England and his home. The Brit watched as she took a drag from the spliff and took it back once she passed it over. Sitting back he continued to take drags from it, sometimes taking sips from the drinks beside him. "Have you ever fucked whilst high?" The question was unexpected, however Louis could be a forward at times and he also knew after the night they spent together before, that there was a good chance they could end up sleeping together again. Well, in Louis' mind he wouldn't have turned down the offer if it was presented with him. He loved Camila, she was an attractive girl and defiantly Louis' type. 13 May 2023 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 — 13/05/2023 03:44Considering his point, the girl nodded and chuckled, “that’s actually a really good point, I wouldn’t be surprised if they were all intertwined.” Not that she was a conspiracy theorist or anything but she could see the possibilities. “I give you a lot of credit spending so much time over here, I mean I understand why you do, of course, but that doesn’t make it any easier. It still is literally living in a different country.” Camila had to give him a lot of props for that. “I know you get used to traveling but that still doesn’t necessarily make it easy. Do you ever have your son stay with you over in England for long periods of time? Would be cool for him to experience all that.” Not that she was attempting to give parenting advice, just her own opinion. Plucking the smoke from his fingers she took another drag herself, a grin forming on her features as she set it down in the ashtray on the table.  “I actually haven’t.” After a sip of her drink, she set the glass down on the table too, shifting her body over into his lap, “do you want to change that?” His question may have been forward, but that was part of what turned her on, not to mention she was hoping for a repeat performance since they had such good chemistry last time, it could only get better. 15 May 2023 dont believe the hype ☠ — 15/05/2023 21:29Louis never complained about his situation, most of his time now was spent in the states and part of him missed Doncaster when he wasn't there, however if this meant he got to spend time with his son, then he would take it. He nodded after her question, "Sure, Freddie comes to England. He's getting used to it over there, but he's not a fan of the weather nor the food." Louis chuckle at the mere thought of his son's face when he tried a new sweet that he wasn't fond of. The male's blue eyes fixed on the female's figure for a moment as he watched her shift closer to him and then on lap. "I could defiantly change that," Louis began, hands placing against her sides before slowly allowing his finger tips to slide under neath her t-shirt and gently run along her sides. "I know the high for a guy is pretty fucking great, but I've heard it's a different type of high for the girl." Louis finished, head resting back slightly as he allowed his blue eyes to lock with hers for a minute. "Think it'll be a shame for you not to experience it, actually. " 17 May 2023 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 — 17/05/2023 03:28Cami isn’t sure that she would be able to handle so much travel between continents on such a regular basis, though she supposed if she had to she would make it work, much like he is. “Hm can’t say that I blame him, seems you’ve got a smart kid on your hands,” she told him with a chuckle. Straddling his lap, she let her arms drape over his shoulders, “that’s exactly what I was hoping you would say.” Leaning her body in against his, Camila pressed her lips to his neck, letting them wander along his flesh. “Guess there’s only one way for us to find out isn’t there?” She spoke between dragging kisses against his neck.

#( — paragraphs. ) #camila morrone #finished.

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Return Part 2- Merry Brandybuck x OC

Merry Brandybuck x Brooke Bilberry

Description: With Merry, Pippin and Camelia back, a celebration occurred followed by the worst decision Pippin would ever make later that night. 

Word Count: 2.6k

Brooke stood between Merry and Legolas in the golden hall of Edoras. She watched with a small smile as Eowyn knelt in front of King Theoden, offering him a goblet of wine. He gave her a small smile as he took the goblet and held it up in a toast while Eowyn retired behind him. 

“Tonight we remember those who gave their blood to defend this country,” he announced, lifting it a bit. “Hail the victorious dead.” 

“Hail,” the guests returned his toast then took a sip. Brooke had to hold back a giggle as Merry attempted to link their arms together as a newlywed couple would then gently pushed him away. 

“Please, feast and drink away,” Theoden continued. “I believe it’s safe to say that all of us have earned it.” The guests cheered loudly then went off to do their own thing. Music began playing as some people began dancing. Others began feasting while the rest just sat down and talked between eating and drinking. Merry kissed Brooke’s cheek then said something that she couldn’t quite hear over the various chatter, but she thought he said he was going to get another drink. While waiting for him to return, she decided to sit with Legolas, Gimli, Alphine and Eomer as the latter explained the drinking game that the elf and dwarf would be competing in. 

“No pauses,” Eomer stated, setting two tankards in front of the two. “No spills.” 

“And no regurgitation,” Gimli added, lifting the tankard to his lips. 

“So, it’s a drinking game?” Legolas clarified, glancing at Alphine, who nodded as Gimli drank his tankard all in one go. 

“Last one standing wins,” Brooke concluded, gauging his still slightly confused expression and giggling. “Don’t worry, Merry and Pippin did this a whole bunch of times back at the Green Dragon. You’ll be fine.” The elf finally nodded then began drinking. Between watching the game, Brooke engaged in conversation as they drank from their own tankards. She took pleasure in Eomer discovering that she was in fact only one year younger than him. 

Nearly an hour later the hall had gotten significantly louder as people got more drunk (which is saying something). Brooke watched amusedly as Gimli giggled drunkenly before taking another gulp from his tankard. He began singing a shanty, but quickly quieted down when Legolas expressed concern about the ale affecting him based on the tingling sensation in his fingers. 

“What did I say?” Gimli slurred with a chuckle. “He can’t hold his liquor.” Not even ten seconds after he said that, his eyes became crossed. Brooke watched with raised eyebrows as he sat quietly for a moment then keeled over backwards off his stool. Legolas mimicked her expression then faced Eomer.

“Game over.” 

“Wonderful job meleth (love),” Alphine said, resting her hand on his arm. “I believe it’s time for a small break now.” Once they walked away, Brooke excused herself to go find Merry. It didn’t take her long, they were only a few feet away on one of the many tables with people surrounding them. She pushed to the front of the crowd, finding a place beside Camelia, who smiled at her. It was then that the boys noticed their respective lovers and grinned. 

“Brooke, Cami, get up here!” Merry called, running to the edge of the table. At first Brooke refused, but after seeing Pippin help Camelia up and the crowd cheering for her, she finally took his hand and allowed him to hoist her up. He handed her a tankard of ale then twirled her. 

“Let’s do the shanty about the Green Dragon,” Pippin requested excitedly. The other hobbits nodded with a laugh. 

“Ready?” Camelia called, followed by counting down from three. 

“Oh you can search far and wide,

You can drink the whole town dry,” they sang, kicking their feet against each other as everyone else laughed. 

“But you’ll never find a beer so brown, but you’ll never find a beer so brown,

As the one we drink in our hometown, as the one we drink in our hometown,” they stomped on the table.

“You can drink your fancy ales, you can drink them by the flagon,

But the only brew for the brave and true,” Pippin paused for a moment, glancing at Gandalf who stood off to the side. 

“Pip,” Brooke called with a smile, catching his attention as she held up her tankard and earned a grin from the boy. 

“Comes from the Green Dragon!” The quartet concluded, toasting their ale then drinking the rest of it. Laughter and applause filled the room as Brooke finished her drink. 

“Thank you! I win,” Merry called, which made Brooke look at him in bewilderment. 

“What? No way! I finished my drink first!” 

“In your dreams,” Merry brushed off. The girl rolled her eyes playfully, which made her beau mock offense. 

“Oi! Don’t roll your eyes at me!” In response Brooke stuck her tongue out at him, then promptly squealed and laughed as Merry suddenly picked her up and spun her around. Her arm went around his neck to keep herself steady as he put her down, the ale now running through her system freely. The couple was still laughing as Merry pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her lips and ignoring the wolf whistles they received. Once he set her down she looked between her friends, then her brows furrowed. 

“Did you three get taller?” She questioned confusedly. “I’ve always been taller than Camelia.” The trio looked amongst themselves then promptly burst into laughter, leaving Brooke very confused about the inside joke she wasn’t a part of.

It was another few hours before the celebration ended and everyone began heading to bed. Brooke changed into some night clothes Eowyn offered her (from when she was a child, of course) then looked for a pallet to lay on. 

“Brooke, over here,” she heard Merry call softly, which made her turn around. He was already laying down, scooting over to the far left as an invitation for her to lay with him. Pippin and Camelia were in the pallet beside him already halfway asleep. A small smile appeared on her face and she settled in beside Merry, allowing him to wrap his arms around her comfortably. 

“Comfortable?” Merry asked, almost amusedly as she cuddled further into him. The girl rolled her eyes playfully. 

“Can you blame me?” She retorted sassily. “I haven’t seen you in days, not knowing if you were okay or even alive. I think I’ve earned my right to be in your arms.” The boy’s amused grin morphed into a genuine one, and he pressed a kiss to her nose. 

“Yeah, I’d say so as well. I’m sorry for worrying you so much Brooke.” The girl in question shrugged in an attempt to be nonchalant. 

“It’s not like you had control over what happened,” she answered simply, but Merry shook his head. 

“Maybe not, but I still feel bad about leaving you alone.” 

“I wasn’t alone,” Brooke said quickly. “I had Aragorn and Issa, and Legolas, Alphine, Gimli and Lalia. Even if you weren’t there, you are now and we’re together again. I think that’s good enough for me.” The boy still looked hesitant, but ultimately nodded as her head laid on his chest. 

“Come on, we should probably get some sleep. I don’t think the others would appreciate our late night talk after such a strenuous battle.” Merry’s chest rumbled as he chuckled, and she felt him nod as he kissed the top of her head. 

“Goodnight Brooke,” he muttered quietly. 

“Goodnight Merry,” she responded in the same tone as her eyes slowly fell closed, her smile staying on her face. 

Yet another few hours passed. Brooke was peacefully asleep, but was suddenly awoken by pained screams echoing through the room. She, along with many others, shot up and looked to the source of the noise. Her eyes widened as she watched Pippin shake violently with the palantir in his hands. 

“Pippin!” She and Camelia scream at the same time, both running over to him as he fell to the ground while Merry woke Gandalf up. The girl attempted to shake him as if he were asleep, but he continued to struggle. Then Brooke went to grab the palantir from him, but was pulled away by Aragorn so she wouldn’t touch it. He pushed her into Merry, who caught her easily, then took the palantir away. Brooke watched as he struggled with it for a moment before ultimately dropping it. It rolled away, and Merry had to pull Brooke away as it rolled past them while Gandalf ran after it and threw a blanket over it. 

“Fool of a Took!” He yelled before facing Pippin, then his gaze softened when he realized that the boy was still lying on the floor with his eyes open. “No,” he muttered, running over to him and moving Camelia away, who ended up in Issa’s arms as she began crying. 

“What’s wrong with him?” She whimpered, not taking her eyes off of her lover. Gandalf ignored her as he took Pippin’s hand in one, then pressed his other hand to the hobbit’s forehead. Everyone watched with bated breath as he muttered what seemed to be a spell under his breath then moved his hand to Pippin’s cheek. Without warning Pippin jumped, gasped then finally woke up. The hobbits sighed in relief as Gandalf instructed the boy to look at him. 

“Gandalf, forgive me,” he whimpered, closing his eyes again. 

“Look at me!” The wizard demanded. “What did you see?” Pippin went on to describe a dead white tree in a courtyard of stone, which confused Gandalf. 

“Minas Tirith? Is that what you saw?” 

“I saw- I saw him!” The boy exclaimed, which made Gandalf’s eyes widen. “I could hear his voice in my head.”

“And what did you tell him?” The wizard questioned. “Speak!” 

“He asked my name, but I didn’t answer. He hurt me!” Pippin whimpered, which broke Brooke’s heart. When Gandalf asked what he said about Frodo and the Ring, the hobbit just stared at him. No one got much sleep after that. 

The next morning Brooke sat with Merry, Pippin and Camelia while Gandalf, Legolas, Aragorn and Theoden talked just a few feet away. They couldn’t quite hear what was said, but it was obvious that they were talking about what would happen from there. 

“What do you think we’re saying?” Merry whispered to Brooke, not taking his eyes off the men. Theoden finally spoke loudly, which cut Brooke off from her answer. 

“Tell me, why should we ride to the aid of those who did not come to ours?” Theoden questioned stubbornly, which caught their attention. “What do we owe Gondor?” 

“I’m not the best at reading lips, but I’m gonna take a wild guess and say Gondor,” the girl whispered in response, which forced Merry to hold back a laugh. Aragorn spoke up, saying that he would go, but Gandalf quickly shut him down. 

“They must be warned!” Aragorn argued. 

“And they will be!” The wizard responded before stepping closer to the ranger, muttering something that the hobbits couldn’t quite hear before ultimately turning away from him. “Understand this, things are now in motion that cannot be undone. I ride for Minas Tirith, and I won’t be going alone.” As he finished speaking, he looked pointedly at Pippin, which made the hobbits look between themselves nervously. 

“Of all the hobbits, Peregrin Took, you are the worst!” Gandalf exclaimed as he hurried towards the stables with Merry, Pippin and Brooke running after him. Hurry, hurry!” 

“Where are we going?” The hobbit in question asked. Merry shook his head at him. 

“Why did you look? Why do you always have to look?” He scolded. 

“Merry, he can’t help it,” Brooke attempted to soothe him as she gently grabbed his hand, only for him to yank it away and face her abruptly. 

“He never can!” He exclaimed, making her take a step back in surprise. 

“I’m sorry, alright?” Pippin said in the same tone. “I won’t do it again.” 

“Don’t you understand?” Merry questioned desperately. “The enemy thinks you have the Ring! He is going to be looking for you Pip. They have to get you out of here.”

“And you? You’re coming with me?” His cousin asked softly, only for Merry to walk away, ignoring as he called his name again. 

“Come on,” the boy grumbled. Pippin stared after him anxiously, and Brooke took his hand, giving it a small reassuring squeeze. 

“He’s just worried about you,” she muttered gently, receiving a nod from him as they continued into the stables, where Merry, Gandalf and Camelia (who had been helping the stable boy prepare Shadowfax for the journey ahead) were waiting. Brooke let go of his hand as Gandalf lifted him onto Shadowfax.

“How far is Minas Tirith?” He asked curiously. 

“Three days ride as the Nazgul flies,” the wizard answered as he also climbed onto his horse. “And you better hope we don’t have one of those on our tail.” 

“Here, something for the road,” Merry spoke up, much softer this time as he stepped forward and held out a leather pouch. 

“The last of the Longbottom Leaf?” Pippin questioned as he held the pouch. 

“I know you’ve run out,” the boy explained. “You smoke too much, Pippin.” 

“But we’ll see each other soon?” The hopefulness in Pippin’s tone broke Brooke’s heart, and she smiled sympathetically at him. Upon noticing her expression, he looked at Gandalf. 

“Won’t we?” He continued before looking at Brooke once more. 

“I don’t know. We don’t know what’s going to happen Pip.” Merry backed away, obviously upset. Pippin called his name before Gandalf spoke. 

“Run, Shadowfax. Show us the meaning of hate.” 

“Merry?” Pippin repeated, much more alarmed now before Shadowfax galloped off. While Alphine comforted Camelia, Merry surprised Brooke by running up the steps to the watchtower.

“Merry!” She exclaimed, running after him worriedly. She reached him just in time for both of them to watch the brilliant white horse fade into the distance. After a moment of silence, the boy spoke up. 

“He’s always followed me everywhere I went since before we were tweens. I would get him into the worst sort of trouble but I was always there to get him out. Now he’s gone,” he muttered, looking at her with sad eyes. “Just like Frodo and Sam.” 

“Oh Merry, I’m so sorry,” she said softly before pulling him into a tight hug. “You’ve done an amazing job protecting him up until this point, but he needs to deal with this on his own. This is a problem he must solve, one that wasn’t started by you and is completely out of your control. And it’ll be a learning experience for him when he comes back. You know hobbits: they are a most hardy folk.” 

“Foolhardy maybe,” Merry responded with a small laugh as he pulled away just enough to look at her. “He’s a Took after all!” His exclamation made her giggle and she nodded enthusiastically. 

“Absolutely!” Merry’s exuberant smile morphed into a more genuine one as his hands trailed down to hold hers. 

“I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier Brooke, I was just worried about Pippin and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” The girl smiled kindly at him then leaned up to kiss his cheek. 

“It’s okay, I forgive you. Just don’t do it again,” she jokingly threatened, which made the boy giggle. 

“You have my word.” He held up one hand in a scout’s honor gesture before carefully squeezing her hand. “Come on, let’s get back to the others.” After receiving a nod from the girl, they went back downstairs hand in hand. The future was definitely uncertain, but now they would have each other to help them through it now.

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Their Hero Academia - Chapter 91: The Calm Before the Storm

Continuing my nextgen MHA fic!

Earlier chapters can be found here or by searching the “their hero academia” tag.

 There were days where Izuku truly felt the burden of being the Number One Hero.  Most days, there was some degree of background level of it.  There was a need to set a good example, both for other Heroes and for civilians.  There was the need to be available to respond to crises all across Japan, on top of his regular patrol routes.  There were countless interviews and public appearances.  And most importantly, there was his responsibility to his wife and to his children.  

“You cannot shoulder the weight of the world as I did,” Dad had told him once.  “I thought to make you the next Symbol of Peace, to take my place.  But my place was a lonely one.  And not one anyone should be forced to bear, no matter how big their heart.  Bring hope, but do not bring peace by your hands alone.  You have friends and comrades who can share that burden.  Evil’s back has finally, truly been broken.  Enjoy the peace you have won that I could not.”

It was not easy raising a family while being a Hero.  But he was doing it.  And so were his friends.  True, there were lost moments, missed memories.  But so too was it for any working parent, whether or not they were Heroes.  He and his friends had made this future, beaten back the worst evil the world had ever seen.  They were entitled to enjoy the fruits of their efforts.

Which just made the times when the burdens of being a Hero rose up more strongly hit him all the harder.  The craziness of the last few months had meant longer hours than he’d have liked.  The quiet that had settled in now was anything but peaceful.  And with what Kacchan had learned from the Russian Hero Iron Bear and what Hitoshi had learned from his own sources, things were likely to hit the fan.  It was only a matter of when, and even then, they weren’t even truly certain how many enemies they were actually facing.

Some desperate and guilty part of him hoped they could solve it all before the National Festival..  He couldn’t believe they were bringing it back!  Or that Toshi, Haimawari, and Kocho were all competing!  Oh, and Mika Mineta, of course!

In the meantime, he had things to do. Izuku looked around the conference room.  Mirio and Melissa sat together, with their son Tamaki across the table from them.  Next to him was Camie.  Hitoshi was working nights right now, so it left her to represent Might Tower’s Underground Hero contingent.  Also at the table was Jinsei Saika, Melissa’s friend and colleague from I-Island, who had finally managed to slip away from his lab and journey to Japan to assist with the investigation.  While Melissa had been invaluable, he was, by her admission, one of the best roboticists known to man.  And finally, at the end of the table was his personal secretary, Josei, a giant, blue-furred fox-woman.  Even though the meeting would be recorded, he liked to have actual transcripts to look at later.  Besides that, she’d often offered insight that Heroes might miss.

“Okay,” Izuku began.  “First up, we’ll refresh what we know, just so everybody’s on the same page.  And I’ll pass everything we talk about onto Shoto, Ingenium, Ground Zero, and the rest.”

He gestured to Mirio.  His longtime friend and former senpai had been heading up the investigation.  Having learned from Sir Nighteye, he was far better at investigative work than Izuku had ever been, even with his knack for analysis.

“Okay, so here’s everything we’ve got so far,” Mirio said.  He clicked a button on a small remote, turning on the projector in the room.  “We don’t know for a fact that all of these events are connected, but the overall trend suggests to us that, at the very least, most of them are.”

The first image to display on the screen was of a sickly, skeletal looking man.  “This is Plague,” Mirio said.  “Real name unknown, even to himself, due to the lack of records kept by the Iga Group and the trauma he suffered at their hands.  Responsible for acts of bioterrorism a decade ago, he also helped expose the criminal and shameful actions the Iga Group was undertaking with regards to people possessing ‘dangerous’ Quirks.  In exchange, he was given a reduced threat category and a reasonably comfortable imprisonment, even being consulted by virologists and laboratories on occasion.”

Mirio continued, “Several months ago, he was broken out of prison by unknown parties.  Security was disabled and by the time it was on, he was gone.  Whoever was responsible was very, very good at circumventing security systems.” 

Plague had been, despite everything done to him, a good man.  Or at least he was trying to be. Of that, Izuku was certain.  “He wouldn’t have just escaped like that,” he said.  “Someone had to have taken him.”  Plague was someone Izuku felt great compassion for.  He had done great harm, but he had come back from it.  Others, he knew, did not feel quite the same way about Plague and would have preferred to lock him up somewhere no one could ever hear from him again, but Izuku had seen the humanity in the man’s soul and would fight to the death for it.

Mirio frowned.  “We don’t have any concrete evidence of that.  But there’s also absolutely no evidence to suggest he was planning an escape or unhappy with his situation.”

Fortunately, Mirio moved on to the next point, bringing up a slide with statistical data..  “Two months after that, shortly into the start of the school year, we began seeing the first signs of what was called the Quirk Virus.  It caused a brief, usually no more than fifteen minutes, period of Emitter and Transformation-types losing control of their Quirks.  We know that multiple students at various Hero schools, as well as countless civilians, were infected.  After-the-fact analysis was difficult, due to how quickly the Virus burned out, but there were similar symptoms to the virus Plague once  unleashed, though without the debilitating physical aspects.  Furthermore, what evidence scientists and doctors were able to gather strongly suggested it was created in a laboratory.”

Those had been scary times, as both a parent and a Hero. Many Heroes, including everyone here, had intervened in multiple incidents.  And then, just as suddenly…

“This lasted for a few weeks, up until around the time of the U.A. Sports Festival,” Miro continued.  “However, the cases eventually petered out, then stopped completely.  No one ever claimed responsibility or issued any threats.  Its main purpose seemed to be to make people afraid of their Quirks.”

He clicked over to the next slide, showing a mechanical capsule with a glass window, a Nomu visible inside.  “Shortly before the Sports Festival, a government transport truck that was carrying a deceased Nomu to another government laboratory disappeared.  The driver was found dead, but the truck itself and the Nomu corpse vanished.”

Another slide, showing various sites around Japan.  “Around that time, we started seeing an uptick in Trigger distribution and shipments of the drug coming into the country.  We also saw a number of technology thefts, mostly robotic components, but also power cells and weapons, from around the country.”

Saika raised his hand.  The green-haired man’s face was a patchwork of scars and they stood out against his skin as he flushed with anger. “There was also a data breach on I-Island at about the same time, as near as we’ve been able to determine.”  His voice was a bit raspy.  Melissa had said he didn’t talk to other people much, so when he did, the rasp came from disuse.  “They were able to obtain technical data my wife and I had compiled.  Plans for mechanical power sources, robotic weapons, and other systems.”

Izuku knew Saika’s wife and family had been killed in a Villain attack, so to have something of hers stolen like that and used for the kind of violence they’d seen must have been incredibly painful.  The man was Quirkless too, he knew, and had contributed much to society through the field of robotics.  To have all your efforts corrupted like that… he couldn’t imagine.

“Right,” Mirio said.  He moved onto the next slide, which showed a similar looking Nomu, this one with sickly dead-gray skin.  “In the week after the U.A. Sports festival, while many Heroes were busy having taken on Interns, someone unleashed a number of robotic Nomu on Japan, mostly centered around Tokyo.  Forensic analysis would confirm that the flesh they were wrapped in was cloned from the missing one.  As with before, no one claimed responsibility.  Thanks in large part to Izuku, as well as many other Heroes, casualties were few.”

Except for Kacchan, of course.  Izuku still remembered seeing his friend maimed, Shoto Shinso traumatized and covered in blood, but trying to save him; speeding them both to the hospital, desperately worried he hadn’t been fast enough and wishing he’d gotten there earlier…

He closed his eyes for a moment.  So many of his friends had been hurt during that, including Ochaco.  They’d all fully recovered, but it had been a frightening time all the same.  And they’d been damn lucky none of their kids had been seriously injured, though Mirio’s daughter Nejire had suffered a broken leg and some of the kids had been treated for exhaustion, but physical and Quirk.  

“The technology involved in the Nomu likewise matches the technology thefts,” Melissa added.  “Though in some cases with a fairly significant leap forward.”  She pushed her glasses up.  “Unfortunately, we haven’t been able to figure out where they came from or who might have built them.”

“The number of people with that kind of skill is small,” Saika said.  “Maybe Melissa or I could have done it, but not without a lot of help and assistance.  The manufacturing costs and considerations alone…”

“Which is why we tried following the money,” Camie said.  “See if any big cash is getting spent or moved around. And we came up with zilch.  Whoever’s behind this has mad hiding skills.”

“Thank you,” Mirio said, before continuing.  “And then, we have the events on I-Island during the Expo.  From what we’ve been able to determine, along with the information provided by Ground Zero, there were at least two different parties on I-Island with hostile intentions.”  He changed to the next slide, showing the images of two men and two women.  The women were by far the most distinct, one of them with blonde pigtails and red and black leather, and the other with a white theatrical mask and yellow-orange coat.

“The men are agents of Chernabog, a Russian crime lord with a fearsome reputation throughout most of the civilized world, on par with most Demon Lords.  Names are unknown, but the make of their clothes, weapons, and eyewitness testimony peg them both as Russian.  And no significant crime happens from Russia without his say-so.  They were apparently there to kidnap Hinata Otake, daughter of a Quirk researcher there, Doctor Yoshi Otake, likely as a bargaining chip for his research, which focused primarily on Quirk enhancement.  They’re both dead.”

Mirio pointed.  “Which we believe to be the work of these women.  The blonde is Rei Toga, Quirk: Bloodburn.  She can cause any oxygenated blood to burst into flames.  She’s a skilled gymnast and knife fighter, and an expert at subverting security systems.  Daughter of Himiko Toga and Toya Todoroki, aka Dabi.  Wanted for more than thirty murders. The other woman’s name and Quirk are unknown, but we believe her to be a protege of Atsuhiro Sako aka Mister Compress.”

He frowned.  “According to the younger Otake, Toga and the Compress woman rescued her from the Russians.  However, we also believe they were responsible for unleashing a man named Setsushi, who has a Quirk which causes delirium in others and was there as a patient, as a distraction for their own escape.  We also believe, based on database analysis, they stole Doctor Otake’s research themselves.”

Camie took up the thread.  “All of which goes with the rumors we’re hearing of a new League of Villains being put together.  Two women who are a lot like members of the old one? Nomu? That’s a major league craze if it ain’t connected.”

“And finally,” Mirio said, advancing one last slide, “we have reports that Korean syndicates are moving significant amounts of weaponry into the country.  Older models, but perfectly serviceable.  We do not think this last one’s connected, but we’re still looking into it.  The Voice is following up on some of his contacts to provide us with actionable specifics.”

“Um…,” Josei said, quietly.  For someone as big as she was, Izuku knew she preferred not to take up much space.  

“Yes?” he asked.  “What’ve you got for us, Josei?  Please, share.”

“It’s probably nothing,” she said, “but some of my cousins, they’re members of the Alliance to Demand Equality.  They’ve been going to a lot more protests lately.  But one of them, he said some of their members are demanding less talk and more action.  He was actually worried some of them might be planning on getting violent.  They probably won’t… but with everything else going on…”

“It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s taken advantage of unrest either way,” Izuku said.  He’d first met her in a time like that, with Spinner of the League of Villains had practically assembled an army of Mutant-types for Shigaraki.  It had led to a lot of old prejudices coming to the forefront and a lot of innocent people like Josei had gotten caught in the crossfire. “Thank you, Josei.  We’ll get someone to do some looking into it.”

“Assuming most of these actually are connected,” Tamaki asked, rubbing his chin, “what’s the point?  What’s the end goal?”

It was a really good question… 

***

There were many Hero schools in the world, and no shortage of ones that accepted students from abroad, but only one that could truly be considered an international endeavor. Founded in the wake of the Kamino Incident, the school was meant to produce the very best in the world. Its commonly accepted nickname, ‘SSZ’ was a reference to the name truly given to it at its inception, the same word in three separate languages, by the school’s three founders. Strongest. Saikyo. Zuì qiáng. The name was given as a mission statement, and had more than held up in the following decades. Steven Goodman, retired American Pro-Hero and the headmaster of the school, did not like having his time taken away from cultivating that mission statement. He tugged at his collar in annoyance as he entered the conference room, taking the seat closest to the door. Across the table were an elderly caucasian man with rocky skin and a sour expression and a Japanese woman of the same approximate age, with vulpine accents to her face. If she was as displeased as the other man, she did a better job of hiding it. In between the two of them was a teleconferencing monitor displaying an intentionally distorted outline of an individual. A digitized voice was the first to speak.

"<Thank you for taking the time to meet with us, Headmaster.>" They spoke Mandarin, to no surprise of any of the others in attendance.

Goodman folded his arms across his chest, regarding them with a practiced formality, and responding in American-accented English. "Esteemed Founders. To what do I owe the pleasure?" His eyes were tired, giving the impression of a man who had seen a great deal in his life, and been impressed by little of it. He carried himself with a powerful physique, but his own years had taken their toll, and he had little patience left for bureaucracy.

The woman picked up the discussion, with a delicately Kansai-accented Japanese. "<We've called you here to discuss the academy participating in Japan’s revived National Sports Festival. As we have a campus there, they’ve been gracious enough to extend us an offer to attend, despite not currently occupying it and operating on a different schedule. We understand your reservations about it, but feel that current events should merit your consideration.>"

The stone man spoke next, also in English, but of British stock. "I know that you tend to think of your tenure with the Academy, and our students as being 'too good' for 'petty contests' as you've called it, but with the return of the modified humans, along with the disaster on I-Island, it is past time to make a statement to the world. We cannot let another generation of organized villainy rise. It must be strangled to death in its infancy."

"As cheerful as always, I see." Goodman grunted and turned his gaze to the woman. "You're siding with him?"

"<We wish to reassert the school's position of strength. We believe it will serve to reassure the public, as well as act as a deterrent.>"

"<It is a reasonable request.>" The digital presence spoke again. "<How do you plan to satisfy it, Headmaster Goodman?>"

Goodman's arms tightened across his chest, the chair underneath him creaking as his body tensed. He snorted, "I still think it's a waste of time. Our alumni and our senior students prove themselves to the world every day. Those are the kind of displays that demonstrate strength, not juvenile displays of high school rivalries."

"This is not a GAME, Headmaster!" The stone man's arms extended across the table, all seven or so feet of it, and grabbed Goodman by the front of his shirt. "You enjoy a great deal of autonomy, but we will not have Villains make a mockery of the peace this modern era has fought and bled for!"

Goodman never flinched, but slowly looked down at the hands now below his chin. "...I appreciate that you're technically my employer, and even older than I am... but if you don't take your goddamn hands off me I will break you in HALF."

After a moment's hesitation, the arms retracted across the table, a tar-like sweat now visible across the man's brow.

The woman reached across to offer the man a cloth. "If it helps matters, only first-year students are participating in this year's event."

Goodman let out a breath and pinched the brow of his nose in thought as he quietly collected his thoughts out loud. "Our school year starts earlier than the others. We enrolled Torino and Ushimaru the day after the UA entrance exam... our second-years should line up with the ages they'd be looking for for first-years…," He looked around the table again. "The seniors are too busy, and the first-years are too raw. I'll send the top four from the second year. Take it or leave it."

The digitized voice spoke. "<I accept.>"

The woman nodded, raising a hand to prevent the stone man from reigniting debate. "<As do I. Thank you for your cooperation, Headmaster Goodman. That will be all for today>."

"It had better be." Goodman growled as he left the room.

***

Hitoshi waited in the usual place: the rooftop of a little cafe in the Koreatown of Ando Ward, just a little past midnight.  It was a warm, summer night, and despite the late hour, the streets below were busy.  He unclipped the flask from his belt and took a sip of the water within.  Coffee or tea would have been better, but he was trying to cut back on the caffeine.  His Quirk offered him no physical enhancements and at forty-one, he was starting to feel his age more and more regularly.  He figured he had one, two, maybe three years tops before he was going to strongly have to consider retirement.  His mentor, Aizawa, had cautioned him time and time again about pushing his body past his limits.  There was a reason Aizawa didn’t go out into the field anymore, unless there were very special circumstances.

He checked his watch.  It was silent and didn’t produce ticks as the hands moved.  Maybe digital would have been better, but he liked the old fashioned style with hands. He had maybe a minute or so until the usual time.  Good.

That was when the door to the roof opened and Big Poppa stepped through, though he was considerably “dressed down” from his usual more flamboyant look. He didn’t look happy.

“Well it took some favors, but I think I got what you’re looking for.”

Hitoshi nodded.  Big Poppa was a criminal, of course, but as far as those things went, there were far worse out there. And he was legitimately invested in the welfare of his community, even if he claimed it was only for “business reasons.”  The two of them had, gradually, developed a mutual respect over the years.  “I appreciate it,” he said.  “What did you find out?”

Big Poppa leaned against a secure part of the railing and started up a cigarette. “Well your sources were right. There’s definitely a shipment of weapons coming from the old country. In and of itself, that’s nothing new. Weapons-dealing of pre-Unification weapons has been all the rage for the past two generations. Typically though, they’ve avoided sending stuff here, whether it was due to fear of All-for-One, All-Might, Deku, or all of the above, I’ve got no idea, but that’s typically how it’s been. Of course things are changing back home.”

Though his Hero duties kept Hitoshi focused primarily on local affairs, he did his best to stay aware of international matters.  You never knew when one country’s problem was going to spill over and become yours.  Japan’s having some of the strongest and most well-known Heroes on the planet was usually a pretty good deterrent.  Emphasis, of course, on “usually.”

“More political unrest?” he asked.  “You’d have to be bold, desperate, or stupid to try and escalate things with Japan.”

“Not “political” from a legitimate standpoint. Things have been relatively stable since Kim Ha-neul re-united the country.” The story of Kim Ha-neul was fairly well-known. The last leader of the former Democratic People’s Republic of Korea’s Kim Dynasty. A man with more morals than most of his kin, who saw that his country could not last much longer without reuniting with the South.With what seemed like unparalleled diplomatic skills, he had actually made more progress in a few years than had been done in generations. What wasn’t commonly known was that Kim was an early Quirk user, his specifically being called “Empathize.” It allowed him to act as an emotional bridge  to multiple people, creating an environment that caused everyone from both sides to understand the feelings and emotions of their counterparts in the room. This sped up a process that would have taken far longer. There was a huge scandal after Kim was assassinated, each side accusing the other of the crime. Thankfully early Heroes from both sides put aside their differences long enough to catch the culprit, an extremist member of Kim’s government. This united effort went a long way to soothing tensions, and in a few years, the Korean peninsula had reunited. 

“Korea didn’t have any big league Villains running the show back when I still lived there. Nowadays.. I keep hearing certain names popping up. Talk of a threeway underworld war to run the whole thing. Each of them wants to be Korea’s All for One, but they usually keep each other in check and prevent any one of them from making any big moves like this.” He took a big drag. “At least that’s how it’s been.”

Hitoshi raised an eyebrow at that.  “I take it something’s changed then?  Did one of them gain an advantage?”  Criminal warfare could be a tricky thing.  One gang or organization getting a member with the “right” Quirk could just as easily tip the scales as more strategic changes.  

“Rather one of them got a big-time business partner. The Beast, the bastard who tends to run things in the former North territories, apparently formed some kind of alliance with Tamerlane. Having an actual Demon Lord watching his back has kept both the Goblin and the Faceless from striking at him. The Beast is the one behind this shipment, but it’s Tamerlane pulling his strings,” Big Poppa reported, not looking at all pleased with what he knew. 

The Beast.  That was a name Hitoshi recognized. A would-be Demon Lord of incredible cunning and power.  He’d kept his sights mostly local, but there were names that got passed around in the community to watch out for.

He shook his head.  “What’s the end goal here? Money?  Power?  Or something worse?” Japan was one of the linchpins of the modern world, along with the United States.  Cause enough disruption to one, and you could set up a global cascade.

Big Poppa shook his head. “Sorry, Voice, but I don’t have anything on that. Nobody would say anything on that score. It’s one thing to mention them, but most Koreans here know better than to talk about the doings of the “Three Kings.” A lot of them still have family back in Korea and won’t risk going into specifics. Plus the Zainichi Korean community doesn’t know anything and is outright hostile to us newcomers, so that was a dead end too.”

It was one thing not to talk to Heroes like him; a lot of people didn’t like to talk to the “law” or to outsiders.  It was another not to talk to someone enmeshed in the local community like Big Poppa.  Worrying… but also a worry for the future.  There were more immediate concerns.

“I guess we’ll deal with that when it happens,” he said tiredly.  “Were you able to get a date and location for the shipment?”

Big Poppa pointedly said nothing, but took out a piece of paper and passed it to Hitoshi. 

“I “said” nothing,” he stated in a stern tone, but with a small smile. “Never know when somebody with a mind-screwing Quirk might come along and ask questions of their own.”

A small smile worked its way across Hitoshi’s face.  He put the paper in one of the pockets of his utility belt.  He wouldn’t do Big Poppa the disrespect of checking it like he didn’t believe him.  “Of course, as a Pro-Hero, I can’t officially thank you for providing this information.  But… thank you.”

“You're one of the few that didn’t abandon us after the whole Ignition thing. My people may not entirely trust Japanese pros, but that means something to me.” He turns and starts to walk back toward the door. “Now if you don’t mind I got a slew of kids wondering where their Pops went off to.”

Hitoshi waited for Big Poppa to leave, then nodded to himself.  The whole thing was a mess, but keeping the weapons off the streets and out of the hands of criminals was the most important part.  He’d check in at Might Tower, then work on getting a team coordinated for the job ahead.

He stifled another yawn.  He really was getting too old for this shit.

***

“Everyone, check in,” Hitoshi said, tapping the communicator in his ear.  He was perched high, on the roof of one of the warehouses next to the dock.  It was a clear and cloudless night, the moon a mere crescent in the sky.  If he was correct, they had less than ten minutes before the shipment would arrive.  Already, four large moving vans filled the dockyard.  He could see each driver and passenger seat was filled, which meant at least eight people to deal with off the bat, probably more in the back to help load. Nothing they couldn’t handle.

“In position, bae,” Camie replied.  Even without her illusions, Camie was nearly as good at stealth as he was. He couldn’t even spot her, but knew she was on the ground. The two of them didn’t generally go on missions together, simply because he didn’t trust himself not to put her safety above the job, but he’d needed to put together a team in a hurry.  

“Out of sight, but ready to step in,” came the deep voice that belonged to Rollout.  Nobutoshi Toyomitsu's costume was mostly orange and red, with a little black, making it less suited for stealth.  But his Cannonball Quirk made him very effective against most threats.  Plus, he worked frequently with the police on drugs and arms cases, so he understood operations like this. His mother was a police officer too, if Hitoshi recalled correctly.  He’d also been able to convince the local police force to let them handle the op tonight, to better smooth out the possible edges of any kind of international incident.  He was young, barely into his twenties, but he came highly recommended by Eijro and Tetsuetsu.

“On standby,” came the last voice.  Kestrel was the highest ranked Hero he’d been able to call in, and one who could provide a lot of firepower if needed.  Her speed also meant that she could stay a good distance away and still arrive in seconds.  A perfect ace in the hole.  

He’d have liked to have had someone like Izuku or Shoto or, heavens help him, even Mirio or Yoarashi with them, but the presence of that much power or that highly ranked a Hero would likely have brought more after the fact attention than anyone wanted.

“Good,” Hitoshi replied.  He looked up, spotting the cargo ship pulling in to dock.  A little earlier, but no matter. “We go on my signal.”  

***

Hitoshi hated waiting.  Patience had been one of the hardest things Aizawa had tried to drill into his thick head. An Underground Hero required patience in great quantities.  And his Quirk required it even more so.  Always looking for the right opportunity.  So he had to wait until enough people were on deck to make things smooth.   Big Poppa’s information had said the crew would be no more than a dozen.  Less than the twenty so so recommended to run a vessel of that size, but for a stealth insertion into a foreign country rather than an actual business shipment, probably adequate.

Right now, he counted ten on deck, and could spot one in the bridge, behind the wheel .  Which meant one unaccounted for. Plus he’d been right about the numbers in the vans.  For each of them, there’d been another guy inside the back.  

“Moving in,” he said over the communicator.  “Wait for three minutes, then attack.”

A single toss of his capture cloth snagged a point on the cargo ship, letting him swing his way over, carefully behind the crew currently on deck.  They’d already brought up multiple heavy looking crates, no doubt loaded with weapons, and were extending a ramp to the dock.  On the ground, the ones from the van waited impatiently for the ship-based ones to lower the ramp to let them start loading.  

He dropped down to the deck silently then slowly adjusted his Persona Chords. Hitoshi was going to have to play this carefully.  His Quirk relied upon his commands being understood.  Too much noise or a language barrier could shut his ability down easily.  He’d have to make sure to articulate his Korean clearly. Big Poppa had always said his accent was atrocious.

He poked his head around the corner.  This would only give him a few seconds but…  “<Hey!  We’ve got a problem!”>

“<What?>”

“<Who said that?  Who are you?>”

“<Problems?>”

“<What’re you talking about?>”

“<Who’s there?!>”  

It wasn’t all of them… but it was enough.  Hitoshi activated his Quirk.  “<Freeze.>”

They froze, paralyzed by the power of his Quirk.  And Hitoshi hurled himself into action.  Two quick blows took down the first.  A punch with all his weight behind it took down the next, even if it left his hand smarting like crazy.  

Even with the other four frozen still, he’d already lost whatever surprise he had.  The others, drawn to his voice and the sounds of violence, drew pistols, opening fire.  Hitoshi darted out of the way, bullets ricocheting with solid metal pings.  He heard someone cry out in pain–probably one of the ones he’d frozen being hit by ricochets–and prayed that it wasn’t anything fatal.  

“<Get him!  Get him!>”  

There was a lot of gunfire.  Hitoshi was forced to keep moving, dodging this way and that.  Finally, he tossed his capture cloth up, snagging the railing outside the cabin.  A quick jerk pulled himself upward and he kicked off against the side, launching himself over their heads.

As soon as he landed, he struck out with his capture cloth again, giving it a quick snap like a whip to disarm several of them easily. Unlike Aizawa’s, the ends of his were weighed, to make better use as a weapon.  He quickly wove between them, unleashing a mix of kicks and punches and open hand strikes.  One of them panicked, running back into the bowels of the ship.  He’d have to go after him, but at least he had a moment.

None of them had tried using a Quirk on him, just their guns.  Did all of them only have minor Quirks that wouldn’t have been of any use?  It made sense.  Gangs and other similar organizations were havens for those with criminal bents but not criminal Quirks.

In the meantime…  He launched his capture cloth again, using it to pull himself up and swing over to the ship’s cabin, crashing through the glass with a mighty kick.  The singular occupant went down with a single blow, too stunned to even try and defend himself.  Hitoshi secured him with a pair of handcuffs from his belt, then dropped back down to the deck.

He spared a quick glance for the others.  Rollout was dropping the last of the twelve in a pile.  A couple of the vans looked like they had serious circular dents in them.

Rollout gave him a wave.  “Your little lady set ‘em right up!  Made ‘em think Deku was right here!  Once they was distracted, I knocked ‘em right down!  Powie!  Zam!  Thunk!”  The Rolling Hero patted his belly happily.  “Easy.”

Camie was perched on the hood of one of the vans, one leg extended.  Dammit, did she ever not do things sexily?  He was a lucky, lucky man.  But the time for those thoughts was later.  “You need any help, bae?”

Either way, it looked like he’d chosen well for this mission.

Before Hitoshi could respond, the sound of thunderous footsteps caught his attention.  The remainder from the bowls of the ship.  He spun and saw a giant of a man emerge from below deck, as tall as Shoji or Sato, easily, and rippled with muscle.  

“<Get him, Cho!>” called the one who’d gotten away.  If Hitoshi had pursued him earlier, he might well have been trapped down there with that behemoth.  “<But whatever you do, don’t talk to him!>”

Double damn.  This one had a few brain cells.  He’d figured it out.

Cho fixed an intense, dark-eyed gaze on him and cracked his knuckles.  Then he charged.

***

Hitoshi jumped, sailing over his foe’s head and  throwing out his capture cloth to ensnare the man called Cho.  He pulled the cloth tight when he landed, pinning Cho’s arms to his side and temporarily stopping the charge.  The giant thug turned his head to look at him over his shoulder with… curiosity?  Then, the giant man flexed.  Hitoshi could feel the strain on the cloth and then… it… snapped.

Hitoshi’s eyes went wide.  His capture cloth was made from carbon fibers and a steel alloy.  It was certainly possible to snap it.  Deku or a fully-powered Sugarman could do it in a heartbeat.  But he definitely hadn’t been expecting it from a thug like this.  Where had a bunch of low-powered goons like this gotten a heavy hitter?  

Or maybe not so heavy a hitter.  Hitoshi spied track marks on Cho’s arms.  He was probably pumped full of Trigger.  Probably just a minor strength enhancement being amped up. Great.  Quirk enhancing drugs on top of guns.

With a sigh, he reeled in the remainder of the cloth and launched himself over the side of the ship, onto the dock, rolling when he hit the ground.  He came up quickly and saw that Cho had followed, jumping from the deck and landing with a powerful crash.

“Relax, chief,” Rollout said.  “We got this guy.”  He took a single step back, then launched himself forward, his Quirk letting him pull his arms and legs and head into his body until he became a rolling sphere.  He slammed into Cho like a shot from a cannon, but the big man wasn’t even pushed back.  Instead, Rollout bounced off, smashing into one of the moving vans.  The large Hero was left embedded in the side of the truck.

“Gimme a second!” Rollout called out, his legs re-extended and waving through the air.  It would have been comical under other circumstances..  “Just gotta get out of here!”

“My turn!” Camie called out.  She put a pair of fingers to her lips and blew out a puff of smoke, covering Cho with it.   Out of the smoke came an illusion of Deku.

“It’s going to be alright,” the illusion said, striking a corny pose that even the genuine article would have been embarrassed by.  “Why?  Because I am here!”

Cho let out a growl and took a swing, his fists passing harmlessly through the illusion.  The giant stared at his hands as though they had betrayed him. 

“You got a plan, bae?” Camie asked.  She and Hitoshi had both hidden behind one of the trucks while her illusion did its work.

He nodded.  “I hit the panic button the second he took Rollout out.  Should be here in three… two… one.”

A shrill sound split the air, a high-pitched whistle.   High above and coming closer, Hitoshi could see a streak of white that resolved itself into the form of Kestrel as it got closer.  As she got closer, even Cho and the remaining thug on the deck paused to look up.  Kestrel flared her wings and fired off a volley of white feathers.  Several went towards the deck, pinning the last guy to the deck. The remainder of the volley went towards Cho, a flurry of strikes, carefully controlled so that they smacked him over and over with their flats rather than their bladed edges.  Cho tried to swat them away, but Kestrel’s feathers were too fast and too well controlled for that to work. They were keeping him occupied, keeping him harried.

What they weren’t doing was stopping Cho. Whatever power the guy had, it made him too physically tough to be taken down like that.  Dammit.

“I’m going in,” Hitoshi said.

“Kestrel!” he shouted.  “In five seconds, back off the attack!”  He didn’t wait for a response, instead trusting her professionalism.

Hitoshi charged towards Cho and, right on cue, Kestrel dropped her attack.  Hitoshi took advantage of the opening and jumped, landing on Cho’s shoulders.  He wrapped his capture cloth around the man’s head, completely covering his mouth and nose. 

Cho bucked wildly, trying to dislodge him, but Kestrel’s feathers resumed their own attack, each easily missing Hitoshi, but keeping Cho’s arms and hands occupied. Eventually, Cho began to pant, his attempts at breathing getting faster and faster.  Until, at last, the big man collapsed to the ground into unconsciousness.

“Remind me not to do that again,” Hitoshi said.  That had been the toughest fight he’d had in a while. Everything was hurting right now.

Kestrel landed next to them.  “Sent a few feathers below deck, found a couple stragglers.  All that’s left is the clean-up.”

By now, Rollout had extracted himself from the van.“Heckuva set of moves there, lady,” he said, giving Kestrel a thumbs’ up..  “Remind me to call you the next time I need backup.”

Kestrel just laughed at that.  “Next time,” she said, “don’t keep me on backup, Voice.”

Hitoshi shook his head.  “Rational operational division of resources.”  He pulled out his phone.  “Let’s get the cops here and then we can go home.”

Not quite as smooth an operation as he’d have liked, but they got the weapons before they got onto the streets and they had plenty of guys that could be interrogated.  Things were fragile enough right now without bringing guns into the mix.

Maybe it could have gone better, but they’d still won.  And that was good enough for him.

#my hero academia #their hero academia #fan fiction #fan fic #my writing #izuku midoriya #hitoshi shinso

[sofhtie]

nebulously upset about crop again 🥺

#i am currently #just sitting here #so i don’t rly have anything NEW to be upset about #i just keep getting upset by seeing character statuses bc i MISS my BESTIES (the other pcs) #thinking about Her (cerise a complete list of fears) #and the fact that the last thing that her and cami did before cami got captured was fight 😔 #and how it’s Sexc narratively that cami can’t rly get out of her own (that’s unity!) but also. i personally feel bad and want to help 😭 #and!! and. i’ve got No clue what’s happening w auberon rn but ve already has SO many problems it SUCKS that this one also happene around ver #which. it’s going to be fine but cami’s going to get out and have her statuettes too and also auberon has the giants this time. but like— #still Sucks for ver!!! ve’s been through ENOUGH! #also i miss my cool dad and evil twink bestie. #just gonna start rereading scenes for fun and profit again i think 😤 #i just think this party and their dynamics are!! a Lot i love them so much 🥺 #and it’s still Wild to think about how we shifted from original party to. this #it reflects the game itself in such a cool way!! how we all started friendly and trusting with each other if nothing else #Very close Very established bonds #and now it’s. everyone still cares so each other a Lot but there’s a million more things that influence everything so it’s not Easy anymore #:] #i LOVE this GAME pleadingcat #crop #dnd hours

[kimmyluvg]

The Murderer and Murderess

I have been seeing Yandere Camilo everywhere and think of this... What if reader is also a yandere? That would be fun...

Yandere!Camilo x Yandere!F!Reader

Summary: People keep disappearing... Wonder why? Ask Camilo or Y/N, they’ll tell you about it...

Warnings: Blood, Murder, Yandere vibes, sharp objects, Camilo being a sick bastard with Y/N being a Psychopath.

This is has much gore in it, so Minors, Watch out! It might get you traumatized.

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“Did you hear the other night?” A girl said to her friend, “Why? What happened?” Her friend say as you fix the fallen fruits from your stall. “Apparently Victorino was found dead at the river last night. He was drowned.” The girl said making her friend gasped, “Who could’ve done such a thing?!” Her friend say as they gossip a bit more before walking away from your stall.

Victorino was the guy you spoke to yesterday due to frequently buying fruits from your stall. You didn’t know what happened but upon hearing that gossip, it is sure that someone is killing people in Encanto. You were deep in thought when you got back hugged by none other than the yellow chameleon that you adorned so much. “Hola princesa… How’s your day?” Camilo said as you try not to blush in front of him. You turned around and saw his gorgeous face, “Hola Cami, same as usual… Only just a fact on a gossip where Victorino got killed…” You said as Camilo’s eye twitched. You chose to ignore it and continue talking to Camilo when a girl called him for help with her little sibling, “Lo siento, Y/N. Duty calls.” Camilo said kissing your cheek before going there. You blushed but soon fade when you saw the girl holding hands with Camilo. Your eye twitch and your gaze landed on the knife that happened to be on the top of the stool of your stall. You smirked and figure out the plan to eliminate that girl…

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Later that night, you sneaked out of your house and into that girl’s house. You knew that girl’s house because she lived across you. You entered her room by the window and saw photos of Camilo scattered on the bed. You smirked, ‘Only pictures? That’s nothing compared to what I have.’ You thought as you tapped her shoulder. She wakes up and saw you. She tried to scream but you covered her mouth and leaned your mouth to her ear, “If you scream, you’ll never see the light of day again.” You whispered in a terrifying manner. You then knocked her out and carried her towards the river, little did you know that someone was following you.

You placed the girl on a tree then tied her up while standing. You then played with your knife, doing tricks until she woke up. She opened her eyes and saw you with a knife. She tried to scream but she was muffled, “Oh? You’re awake. Perfect..” You smirked watching the girl slowly form tears on the corners of her eyes. “You must be wondering why you were dragged out here in the open…” You said approaching to the girl. You traced the tip of the blade on her skin, carefully not to break her skin just yet. Her breath hitching, scared for her life, “Don’t be scared just yet… I’m not even doing anything…” You said and by the tone of your voice, she can tell that you are finding this quite exciting.

“Now, let me ask you a question…” You said stopping your knife to a spot on her skin, “Tell me honestly… Or else, my friend Sharp, will land on your skin.” You said as she nodded, “How do you feel about Camilo Madrigal?” You said in a whisper that made her pause. You took of the handkerchief on her mouth for her to talk, “You’ll never have him… He’s mine.” The girl said as you giggled then laughed. “For you to say that with just… Pictures of him… Is pathetic.” You said as you presshed the tip of your knofe onto her skin. She screamed in pain with you just smiling, “¿Asustado? Deberías estarlo.” You said in a terrifying manner.

You continued to press it until you heard clapping. You stopped with your eyes widen, “C-Camilo…” The girl said as you slowly turned around. Yhere stood the one you love… Camilo Madrigal, “‘Milo… I-I can explain…” You wanted to explain but cat got your tongue. “That’s not how you torture a rival, mi amor…” Camilo said gently taking the knife out of your hands. You blinked as you stare at your love, “Camilo—What are you talking abo—!!” The girl said as Camilo pressed the tip on her thigh slowly. You then turned your gaze towards Camilo’s face and saw that he was smirking. Oh how hot he was in that state…

You walked up to him as he turned his gaze to you. You swore that you find hearts in his eyes. He leans his mouth to your ear and let out a deep voiced whisper, “Mi amor… I appreciate the torture for me but do it in a much more secluded space… Where we can have a little fun…” Camilo said making you blush and shiver. You smirked, “It seems that we have found the culprit of little Victorino’s death.” You said, earning a growl from Camilo, “I hate it when you say his name…” Camilo said as you kissed his cheek with adoration, “Sorry, baby… Just got carried away.” You said as Camilo gave you the knife. “Finish the job, princesa.” Camilo said giving you a kiss on your cheek. You giggled as turn to the scared girl. Her blood on her thigh oozing out of her make you excited, “I was planning to just keep you silent… But my love wants me to finish… Hope you understand.” You said as you walked over to the girl and slid her throat that instantly killed her. “Well, now I have this slut’s blood all over me…” You said as Camilo untied the girl and dunked her to the river, “Here… Your mom hand me these.” Camilo said with a gentle smile and gave you spare clothes. “Mamá approve of you.” You said as you kissed his cheek before going towards a tree and washed up.

Once you got dressed, Camilo took you back to your room, via window, and there, he confessed… “I have always eyes on you, Y/N… Those boys just got in the way…” Camilo said as you smiled, “Oh… So you also killed Santiago and Wilbur.” You said as he nods. “And you? You killed Fiona and Carla?” Camilo said as you scoffed, “Those brats are hogging you for themselves! I gotta put them into place…” You said as Camilo leans in for a kiss. You placed a finger on his lips, stopping him, “Mi amor…” Camilo growled, “Kidding.” You said then finally pulling him into a passionate kiss.

You felt him pushing you towards your bed and you lay there. He lets go of the kiss and kiss your forehead, “Your family will look for you in the morning…” You said as a deep chuckle came out of your lover’s mouth, “Dolores knows what I’m always doing… She’s one herself… Mostly the stalking and not the killing.” Camilo said as you gave him another kiss, “Good night, love.” You said as you snuggle your face on his chest. Camilo smiled gently, “Good night, darling.” He said as you both drift to sleep.

The next morning, You are doing the stall and Camilo so happens to stop by, “Mi princesa… You look gorgeous today…” Camilo said as you giggle, “Not os bad yourself, mi sol.” You complimented Camilo, who went behind to you and immediately kisses you on the lips. His hands on your waist, yours on his cheeks as the jealous girls and boys stare at the both of you, “Corázon, let me finish this and let’s spend time together. I have a new knives we can use~” You said whispering the last part to his ear as a blush and a grin of excitement was visible on his face, “Can’t wait, darling.” He said leaving you now alone to work…

Who says ‘Yanderes’ can’t have happy endings?

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It’s crappy… I know ;-;

Tagslist: @dai-tsukki-desu @itsmesmileyface

#camilo x reader #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo my beloved #camilo x y/n #camilo madrigal #camilo imagine #camilo x you #yandere camilo

[atticuswritesstuff]

Chrollo with a smarty pants/genius darling who acts out or tries to escape just because they’re bored/understimulated?

Author's note: I actually really fucking love this prompt so I am SUPER excited for this one. I too get very bored/understimulated often. Sorry, I got to it late cuz I just got back from a Montana trip!

Yandere!Chrollo x Bored!Reader

Summary: Chrollo's darling becomes bored being locked up all the time, decides to take yet another unsupervised trip out of the mansion.

Warnings: Anal/Assplay, overstimulation, punishment, spanking, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, yandere themes, BDSM themes, degradation

Character Description: afab, she/her use that's it

Word count: 4.5k

Attempt number seven. Seven times you had slipped through his fingers since the beginning of the year alone, each time becoming more and more elaborate.

Chrollo scoffed, storming through the woods, scanner in hand. It was beeping softly, indicating you weren't far.

It wasn't like you made any attempt to escape discreetly, jamming a fork into the neck of one of Chrollo's guards, puncturing his jugular before you made your way through the garden to the edge of the forest. As Chrollo watched a recording of it from the cameras, he was shocked at how nonchalantly you stabbed him before calmly walking off. If you had intended to run far, you weren't moving very fast.

The tracker started beeping a little faster now. He was getting closer.

The early April air was nipping at his cheeks, he couldn't fathom how you were out here in your pajamas, barefoot at that. Chrollo was more worried about you than just finding you. While your previous attempts had been clever, methodical, and downright genius, this time was very different to him. As far as he knew, you'd never killed anyone, and now you had decided to not only kill someone but patiently wait for him to be unfocused before sneaking upon him. You planned this.

Chrollo walked a couple more meters, finding the tracker was leading him to the nearby lake. When he came to the forest's edge, he could see you sitting at the edge of the dock, staring up at the moon.

You heard him approaching as soon as he broke through the treeline, it took him a bit longer to retrieve you than expected, although you attributed that to him thinking you were going to try and run far. A couple miles from the house wasn't necessarily far for a commoner, but this was farther than you'd ever been allowed.

Chrollo's heavy footsteps walked the length of the dock, stopping right behind you. He knew you would come quietly, after the first few times, you'd stopped escaping to try and get away, instead, you found the chase to be much more thrilling.

"Time to go, darling," He hummed nonchalantly.

"Five more minutes," You replied, swishing your feet through the near-freezing water, "The moon is so pretty tonight, wouldn't you agree?"

Chrollo gazed down at you, you were surprisingly clean considering you'd just stabbed someone. Not a single drop of blood on you anywhere. The only thing shielding you from the cold being a thin cami and a shamefully short pair of shorts.

Chrollo always admired your body, but the pajamas were a nice touch. They were a recent purchase, baby blue fabric with white lace trim, god how he wanted to tear the set off you.

"I didn't think you'd have it in you to take a man's life, darling," Chrollo stated.

"I didn't either," You chuckled, "But it's done now."

"Why not just sneak away?" He replied, sitting on the dock next to you, "He was unfocused, you could've done it easily if this was where you intended to go all along."

"You're right, I didn't have to kill him," You sighed, bringing one of your feet onto the dock, "I just wanted to see if I could. You left an anatomy book on your desk, I found the major arteries of the body to be very interesting."

"Now that I think about it," You continued, "Maybe I should've run farther, seeing you so desperately trying to find me is rather amusing."

“You enjoy being chased like a rabbit?” Chrollo mused.

“Believe it or not the thrill is more exciting than anything you’ve ever gifted to me,” You scoffed, “At least running gave me something to do that required thought. Something you seem to forget to provide.”

Poking at Chrollo’s care tactics wasn’t smart, but you didn’t know how else to get through to him that your current environment was extremely understimulating, and that you needed more. You could tell he was growing upset, but he wouldn’t dare show it outside of the house.

You pulled your knee to your chest, resting your cheek against it, "Do I have to go back?"

"Of course you do, darling," Chrollo replied, a warm hand rubbing up and down your back, "Why wouldn't you?"

You scoffed, "Probably because being a prisoner of marble and glass is dreadfully boring."

Chrollo's hand stopped, "You think the life I've worked so hard to build is boring?"

"Yup," You replied flatly, "Honestly I thought you kidnapping me would be a lot more fun, but it's even more boring than my old life."

Chrollo was becoming angrier with each word that came out of your mouth.

"Don't get me wrong, I know how hard you try, but my god I don't know how you stand it. You're sweet and all, but you're gonna bore me to death sooner or later, escaping actually gives me something to do," You hummed, pulling your other foot out of the water, "Anyways, we can go back now, this chase was more boring than I expected."

You rose from your place, turning to walk back to your cage. It took Chrollo a minute to get up and follow you, partially from the shock of your completely arrogant and nonchalant demeanor. The person you had become over the past two years almost reminded him of a certain magician he once knew.

Chrollo eyed you as your hips swayed, every muscle in your leg flexing and relaxing as you walked. It was something he adored about you, before he took you, you were one of your tribe's best, strongest dancers. The way you swayed and glided while you did the most basic of tasks was alluring to him. Now, he just watched you sit around and observe everything.

The view from walking behind you wasn't necessarily bad, though. Your pajama shorts gave him a nice view of your ass as you walked.

Sauntering through the woods, you could no longer hide how cold you were, the incessant shivering and blue tint to your skin proved that fact. Your feet even more so from being in the water.

You knew Chrollo was upset with what you'd said, you could tell immediately, but keeping the truth from him wasn't an option anymore. You had started to care for him some time ago. You really appreciated him, but god if he didn't allow you to do something you were going to lose your mind.

When you could just barely make out the edges of the garden approaching, you stopped mid-path, "Chrollo?"

He caught up to you in an instant, "Yes, darling?"

"I don't want to go back if I have to live like this," You felt tears well up in your eyes, "Please."

His hands found your hips, "Live like what? Talk to me darling, how can I make it better?"

"I don't want to just sit around and wait for you to come back. I'm tired of you being at my beck and call. O-Or just fucking sitting around waiting for you to come back," You felt a solemn tear roll down your cheek, "It's so fucking boring. Please just take me with you or give me something I can do for you or-"

"Darling," He cut you off with a firm hand over your mouth, the other still settled on your hip. He shushed you softly, lessening the pressure on your mouth, "Don't panic, I'm listening. I promise I'm hearing you, just speak slowly alright?"

You nodded, he took his hand off your mouth slowly, "Keep going, what can I do to help you?"

You thought about it, more tears spilling down your cheeks, "Take me with you. Don't leave me by myself anymore. I just want to be useful."

Scooping you up bridal style as he headed towards the garden, "I understand. Even in your old life, you were always helping others, weren't you?"

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and tucking your head into him. Closing your eyes, you breathed in his scent, trying to commit it to memory.

Chrollo's feet hit the marble floors of the hallway that led into the house, you could feel his warmth returning as he carried you inside.

"While I understand your frustrations, you did try to escape my love," He started, bringing you into your shared bedroom, "And that requires a punishment."

You winced, shaking your head against him, "Please, not again! I'm really sorry Sir I can do better-"

"No," He shushed you, setting you on the foot of the bed, "I have the solution to your problem, but only if you take your punishment, alright?"

You nodded slightly, your tear-stained cheeks slightly puffy and red from the cold.

"Alright," He purred, his hands rubbing up and down your shoulders, "I'll try to make this at least somewhat pleasant for you, ok?"

You nodded once again, finding comfort in the fact that he was at least going to please you.

"Lay back for me," He stated, pushing you back by your shoulders, "I'll be right back."

You stared up at the ceiling in anticipation, the last punishment was hard enough, but you couldn't pass up the opportunity to finally get out of the house. Chrollo had returned from the closet, setting something on the bench at the foot of the bed. He took off his shirt before crawling over you.

"You know what your punishment is, right?" He asked, a face cupping your cheek.

You nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," He whispered, leaning down to give you the softest of kisses, just barely ghosting over your lips as he pulled the knife out of his back pocket.

Pressing it to your throat, you froze, knowing it had already begun.

"Just focus on me, darling," Chrollo whispered against your lips, "I won't cut you."

He kissed you once more, harder this time as he slowly dragged the knife down your neck. It was a 50/50 chance he would intentionally cut you, even if he said he wouldn't. It was the only thing he'd ever lied to you about, knowing that made your heart race.

His tongue invaded your mouth as he slid the knife down your chest, coming back up to cut your bralette off in between your breasts. You didn't even register the pain from him grazing you with the knife until it started throbbing.

You looked down, seeing a thin line of blood-forming directly in between your breasts.

"Whoops," he chuckled, gazing down at the same mark you were. He sat up, straddling your hips and now pinning you to the bed by your throat. Your bare chest tempted him to carve his name into your breasts, then you'd really know who you belonged to. Chrollo briefly cut the straps of your bralette, allowing the flimsy fabric to fall away, revealing your breasts to him.

Setting the knife aside, Chrollo dragged his nails down your chest, briefly squeezing your waist before leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses all over your neck. He trailed downwards, backing off the bed as he kissed your waist, your breasts, swirling his tongue around each of your nipples lightly before backing off entirely.

"Turn over," Chrollo demanded.

"No." You said timidly, propping yourself up on your elbows.

"I'm sorry?" Chrollo replied smugly, "Wanna repeat that, darling?"

"I said n-no," You said, now even quieter than before.

"No? You don't want to be punished?" He asked, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs teasingly.

You shook your head to confirm that you indeed did not want to be punished in the way he was thinking.

"Even after killing my guard and escaping? You sure you don't want to be punished?" He asked again, his condescending tone making you whimper as you shook your head again.

Chrollo sighed, "Very well."

What? He's serious?

Untying the bandana from his forehead, he was quick to grab your hands and tie them together, placing them above your head, "I'll please you since I know that's what you really want."

Your heart jumped in your chest, somehow excited at the fact that you had gotten out of it.

Chrollo wasted no time cutting your shorts off, leaving you completely naked and exposed to him. He brought your legs up to the edge of the bed, bending them close to your chest, "Stay like this for a moment, ok?"

You gave him brief 'mhm' before he left, crossing the room to his chest of drawers. You heard him open it, the soft sound of things being moved around before he quickly came back. Craning your neck up to see what had been retrieved, you were quickly thwarted by Chrollo who pushed your head back down.

"Patience," He sighed, "Be a good girl now, hm?"

You grumbled, but let him hold you down. You knew this routine all too well, reminiscing about the fond memories of your legs pulling against the rope he was now starting to tie around your ankles. He took the time to tie up each leg, making sure they would not be able to come out of the bent position he'd placed them in.

"So pretty," Chrollo cooed, rubbing his hands up and down your waist, "Alright darling, eyes closed."

You shut your eyes as he brought a blindfold to your eyes, the soft silk being tied around the back of your head.

"There, now that you can't fight me," He started, using brute force to flip you over so you were bent over the edge of the bed, knees on the bench, "We can begin your punishment."

"That's not fair Si-"

A sharp smack was delivered to your ass, "Hush."

You went quiet, whimpering into the plush comforter.

"You"

Smack.

"Broke"

Smack.

"My"

Smack.

"Rules"

Each word was punctuated by a harsh spanking to one of your ass cheeks. You were only four in and it already stung.

"I'm sorry!" You cried, trying to wriggle away from Chrollo, "Please Sir!"

"Mm, please what darling? Please punish you?" He hummed, rubbing your bottom with smooth circles.

"Nuh!" You whined, your voice becoming whinier under the threat of fully submitting.

"I told you I would please you, but only if you took your punishment like a good girl," Chrollo hummed, leaving a kiss on each cheek, "Do you really expect me to please you when you're not going to comply darling?"

You whined, wiggling a bit more.

"What do good girls say, darling?" Chrollo asked, softly rubbing your arched back.

"P-please," You huffed.

"Please what, love?" He replied, quietly undoing the bottle of lube he had brought to the bed.

"Please punish me," You whispered, "Sir."

"That's my good girl," He hummed.

Chrollo squirted a bit of lube onto his first two fingers, letting it warm a bit before bringing them to your ass. Mewling as Chrollo started rubbing your puckered hole, he wasted no time plunging a digit into your ass.

"Fuck!" You cried out, feeling him slipping in and out up to his first knuckle. You shook against the rope.

"Aww, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were starting to enjoy this." He teased, pushing his finger up to his second knuckle, "You're taking me so well, I can only imagine how well you're going to do later."

You gave him a long, drawn-out moan in response. He wanted you to beg, either for more or for him to stop, either way, he wanted you to be a mess.

The discomfort started to fade as he pushed his two fingers fully into you. Now, you could feel your arousal dripping as he steadily finger-fucked your ass, trying to stretch you out best he could with just two fingers.

"Already taking my fingers so well," Chrollo cooed, picking up the pace, "I think you're ready to be punished, don't you?"

You shook your head, knowing what would come next.

"Oh come now, don't be like that darling." He replied, slowly pulling his fingers from your tight hole.

You whined at the loss of contact, while it wasn't quite the pleasure you wanted, it was starting to feel good. You waited patiently as Chrollo left the bed, finding the necessary tools needed in his bedside drawer before coming back to the bench.

In one hand, he held a set of purple anal beads that gradually got bigger, in the other, a vibrating wand he fully intended on using on you. While the vibrator wasn't ever used during a punishment, Chrollo saw it to be a mercy for your honesty, therefore, he would keep his word, making his punishment at least somewhat pleasurable for you.

"Tonight's going to be a bit different, love," Chrollo started, setting the vibrator on the bench, he began covering the anal beads in a generous amount of lube, "I need you to trust me, ok?"

You didn't know what he meant by different, you assumed more painful, but knew that there would be no pleasure without pain, "I trust you."

"Good," He hummed, rubbing the first ball against your lubed hole, "You ready?"

Your faint 'mhm' had Chrollo pushing the first ball in, earning a whimper from you. It wasn't much bigger than Chrollo's finger, but you could still feel it. Mere seconds later, he was pushing the second ball in, the equivalent to a little more than two of his fingers.

You were quietly whimpering and mewling into the comforter, hoping he wouldn't hear how much you were enjoying the slow stretch.

"I need your hands," Chrollo announced, pulling you firmly upward by your shoulders, "Put them here."

He shoved your arms down toward your pussy before pushing you back down on your chest. Before, your hands had been resting on the comforter above your head. Now, they were firmly squished between your thighs. You felt Chrollo press something round into your hands before tying your wrists up. Mid-tie, he readjusted the foreign object to rest against your clit.

The vibrator.

You began to squirm a little bit, knowing that this is what he meant by tonight being a little different. You waited patiently as he tied the ropes tight, making sure you wouldn't be able to move it away, then he turned it on.

"Ah...oh fuck," You moaned, the vibrator already working to make you come undone, "Sir.."

Your moans were becoming more sultry, needier, you began panting as your legs worked up to a steady shake, he knew he would break you tonight at this rate.

"See? I told you I would please you," Chrollo hummed, pushing the next ball in, you cried out even louder, "You have permission to cum whenever you'd like."

Knowing this was going to make it a lot harder, he wanted you to submit, to break, "D..Da-Ah!"

You were stuttering as the next ball was pushed in, your asshole stretching around it.

"What was that? I don't think I heard you, princess," Chrollo teased.

"Daddy!" You wailed, giving into the submission he so desperately wanted. Your pussy began fluttering around nothing as the vibrator sent deep shock waves through your pussy, "Please!"

"Please what, princess?" He smiled, palming your ass cheeks.

"Please punish me!" You moaned, needing more stimulation, "I'm sorry I tried to escape! I've been a bad girl!"

The sight of you writhing under him was pathetic, you were truly becoming a mess and he hadn't even really touched you. Seeing how hard you were trembling, Chrollo took pity on you. Watching your pretty pussy clench and release, needing some form of stimulation, he decided to at least grant you this mercy.

Plunging two fingers into your dripping hole, he crooked his fingers, quickly finding your g-spot, "Is this what my darling needs?"

"Yes! Oh, fu-fuck please daddy!" You moaned, fucking yourself on his fingers, "Gonna cum!"

"You have permission princess, it's ok," Chrollo reaffirmed, working his fingers inside you.

It only took seconds, the knot that had been building inside you finally burst, causing you to clench around his fingers. The vibrator held firm against your clit after, the pleasure becoming painful. You started to cry through the blindfold.

Chrollo licked the mess off his fingers before slowly starting to pull the anal beads out one by one. You whined and whimpered as he did so, the action only causing you to clench to avoid feeling empty. It did nothing, Chrollo continued to pull the remaining few beads out, your asshole gaping slightly

"Mm, you're doing so well baby," Chrollo sighed, pulling his own pants down. Pumping his cock a few times before rubbing the crown of it up and down your slick.

"Daddy! D-Don't do that!" You whined, trying to pull away from his ministrations.

"What? This?" Chrollo asked innocently, repeating the action.

You lost it, cumming on the spot as the tip ghosted over your pussy, your shame covered your face in a heavy blush. It barely took anything for you to cum with the stupid vibrator continuing to buzz against your clit at the highest setting.

"S-Sorry daddy.." you slurred, still trembling as you felt your mind go blank.

"Aww, is my baby that much of a cock drunk little slut?" Chrollo teased, pressing the tip of his painfully erect cock into your ass, "I know you are, my pretty little darling wanted to be punished this whole time, huh?"

You heard him, but could barely form enough of a sentence to answer.

Chrollo pushed into you slowly, relishing in the tightness of your ass, your gummy walls fluttering around him as you were overstimulated. The feeling of being full had your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

Once fully seated inside you, Chrollo slowly dragged his nails along your back before palming your ass. Pulling your ass cheeks apart with his thumbs, he gave a few long, slow thrusts, watching the way you clenched around his cock.

"Fuck," Chrollo moaned, "I almost don't even want to punish you with the way this tight little ass wraps around my cock."

You could only moan in response, trembling as he continued his tortuously slow pace.

"How many spankings do you think you'll receive from tonight's actions, princess?" Chrollo halted, only halfway inside as his hands trailed upwards along your outer thighs, "I think forty is a good number? What say you, love?"

"Nuh-uh!" You cried, wiggling against his touch as one of his hands left your skin, "Thirty!"

Chrollo chuckled at your offer, "I was originally going to settle for twenty-five, but thirty works for me, darling."

With a crushing force, Chrollo's hand came down.

Smack!

"Count, or I'll start over," Chrollo demanded.

"O-One," You whispered.

His other hand rose while the other soothed the spot he had just spanked.

Smack!

"Two!"

Smack!

"Three," Chrollo's hands were relentless, switching cheeks each time he smacked you in order to give your poor skin a break. He was merciful enough to rub the spot he had spanked before doing it again.

It took minutes to work your way up to the end, you came twice throughout the process as the vibrator held firm against your clit.

Smack!

"Twenty-eight!"

Smack!

"Twenty-nine!"

Smack!

"Th-Thirty!" You were sobbing, shaking uncontrollably under the weight of Chrollo's punishment.

"There we go, all done," Chrollo cooed, softly rubbing your cherry-red ass as he set another slow pace, "You did so well for me, darling."

A warmth grew in your chest, you really did enjoy being praised by Chrollo, even if it was after a punishment with his dick in your ass. He enjoyed it too, loving the way you clenched around his cock each time he spanked you, it took a lot of focus to not cum mid punishment.

You were writhing the pressure in your core already starting to build again, your trembling never stopped, even throughout your punishment. Chrollo kept up his word to please you, but god at what cost?

"I want you to cum for me again, angel," Chrollo hummed, his hands finding your waist as he began picking up the pace, "I want to absolutely ruin you."

"No no no! Daddy, I can't!" You sobbed, knowing you would be doing more than just cumming if this kept up.

"Oh? Is my princess trying to hide the pretty mess I know she can make?" Chrollo asked, knowing what you were implying.

Grabbing the knife, he cut the ropes from your legs. He rolled your limp form over onto your back, yanking the blindfold off so he could watch as you helped overstimulate yourself. With one arm by your head to support himself, he guided his cock back into your ass, resuming the brutal pace he set.

You held Chrollo's gaze as he went absolutely feral, drilling your ass while holding one of your legs up over his shoulder. You could barely conceal your tears at this point, broken moans showing him just how bad you needed a break, but he was intent on making you squirt before he stopped.

"I know you need this," Chrollo purred, pressing his forehead to yours, "Just give in to my love, your body wants this."

You started to shake harder, legs trembling even more aggressively, he was pushing you to the edge.

"Fuck! Da...Daddy," You groaned, knowing you were only seconds away, "Kiss me, p-please."

Pulling you into his lips as you came, your screams and cries muffled against Chrollo's lips as you drenched his cock and thighs with your cum. You barely registered the feeling of his cock throbbing as he filled your ass with cum. It took several seconds for your orgasm to stop before you were finally able to collapse back onto the bed.

Chrollo was quick to shut the vibrator off as he pulled out, knowing your body had enough. He admired the way his cum began slowly trickling out of your ass while he untied your hands.

"You did so well, darling," Chrollo praised, leaving soft kisses on the inside of your calf, "So so good."

His kisses trailed upwards, his lips softly tickling your thighs as he caressed them. He continued upward with his continued praise and love, making sure each part of you had received some form of physical attention before kissing you passionately.

You were still panting, your heart thrumming in your ears as he brushed your hair away from your face. At least he held true to his word.

With your hands now free, you pulled him in for another kiss, wanting to stay enveloped in his warmth forever.

"So, my little brat," He started, interlacing his fingers with yours, "Was this enough of a cure for your boredom?"

You giggled, giving him a weak smile, "It was, but as I recall, you mentioned what sounded like a more long-term solution to this problem."

"Ah, that," Chrollo sighed, rolling over next to you. You turned on your side the best you could as he gazed up at the ceiling, "I was thinking you could officially become a spider."

Your breath hitched in your throat, "You mean like part of the phantom-troupe?"

"Yes," He replied curtly, "You'd be with me all day every day, same rules apply, but it would give you a chance to use that intelligence of yours."

You grinned, thinking it over, "Sure, why not?"

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[rere-the-writer]

Can I request a fic where Elijah Mikaelson is in love with a human!Reader who isn't his usual type of woman. Reader is always getting in trouble and Elijah is trying to save

I love Elijah trying to save the women he love fics. Simping time baby.

Warnings: Fluff, A bit of angst, Elijah being a bit possessive, Hayley being a bitch, A bit of smut

You had been on your own since you were sixteen and taking care of yourself that was until you met Elijah Mikaelson one night at Rousseau's when he scared off one of your clients that followed you to the bar after you got off work. You shared a few drinks with Elijah sharing that fact you were a stripper and for once you weren't judged for it.

Since that night Elijah was became apart of your everyday life always looking out for you. At first it was sweet and you found him to be a gentleman but now you were annoyed.

"Long night?" Camille asked pouring you a glass of your favorite whiskey as you groaned.

"It would be if I could work Cami." You said downing your whiskey and Camille poured you another glass. Elijah had started to show up at your work paying for your whole shift which was a lot of money. Normally you wouldn't have a problem with it as many businessmen would pay for a stripper's whole shift but the other girls were starting to get jealous and your normal clients were scared off by Elijah.

"Elijah being a hand full?"

"Yes! I get at first he was being a gentleman but now he is getting on my nerves." You growled as you felt a hand on your back and you looked seeing it was Elijah.

"Thanks Cams but I am calling it a night." You said huffing annoyed paying for your drinks walking out and Elijah followed after you.

"Well you fu...." You were cut off by a every brave vampire had grabbed you and was about to bite you. Elijah was quick to kill the vampire then caught you when you tripped over yourself.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." You tell Elijah pushing him away making him smirk. Elijah knew you were annoyed with him and angry with him following you everywhere. But Elijah couldn't help himself for being drawn to you.

"Why do you deny that you are mine?"

"What?! I don't belong to no one!" You growled glaring at Elijah as he couldn't help but find you just gorgeous with the fiery anger in your eyes.

"But you are. When you let me feed from you." Elijah tells you as you glared harder remembering that night you found him hurt nearly bleeding out by your apartment building. You brought him into your apartment cleaning him up and letting him drink from you unaware that you became his.

"You can't hold that against me!" You yell at Elijah then a squeak came from you when Elijah was suddenly in front of you. Elijah put an arm around you gripping your chin kissing you pulling a mewl from you letting him deepen the kiss.

"I am not holding it against you. It is true, you belong to me and if it was up to me you wouldn't have to work again."

You were flushed heart racing as you looked at Elijah shivering as he cupped your cheek rubbing it with his thumb. You knew Elijah well enough now to know he wasn't a man to let go of something. So you swallowed deciding to give into Elijah completely, you gently tugged him down brushing your lips lightly against his.

"Then take what is yours." You whispered looking up at Elijah seeing a dark glit in his eyes. Suddenly you were pressed up against a bedroom wall as Elijah kissed you roughly. Moans and growls filled the room as you both tore at one another's clothing.

You choked out a moan arching when Elijah had set a rough brutal pace once one the bed. Elijah wasn't going easy on you as if you had broke whatever self control he had.

"Elijah.." You panted out cupping his face kissing him hungrily feeling him grabbing your legs moving higher placing one leg over his shoulder the other in the crook of his arm. Elijah leaned back looking down at you seeing your hair damp by sweat face flushed gripping his sheets tightly.

"You take me so well. Is my baby going to cum again?" Elijah asked watching you throw your head back mouth hanging open shaking when he began to rub your clit.

"I.....I..I can't." You tell him turning your head burying your face in the sheets as Elijah smirked leaning down not letting up one bit.

"Come on baby. Just one more." Elijah says latching onto your neck as you shook and whined under him. You felt the air leave you arching off the bed clinging to Elijah biting down hard on his shoulder as you cummed hard with Elijah growling lowly following after.

You fell back against the bed feeling weak as you panted Elijah smiled brushing the hair from your face as the bite mark you left was healing. Elijah gently kissed you then peppered you neck with kisses.

"If....I knew...this was what...I get for giving in....I would have done it months ago." You panted as Elijah chuckled getting up and gently began to clean you up.

"Any lesser man wouldn't have cared as much as I did." Elijah said pulling you into his arms smiling as you kissed his chest.

"Next time....I'll show you my talented mouth." You tell him trying to leave marks on his neck. Elijah laughed pulling you closer kissing you gently.

"I look forward to it baby." Elijah said rubbing your bare back kissing the crown of your head. You woke before Elijah and carefully got out of bed stealing one of his botton ups then grabbed your panties glad he didn't torn them.

"You must be the stripper." You heard someone say as you had gone down to get a snack and water. You looked up seeing it was Hayley, you knew who she was as Elijah told you about her when you indulge him with a private dance.

"I'm......"

"Look I don't care. We both know what you are. A gold digger. Let me guess you let Elijah pay for a few dances, then manipulated Elijah into bed to use him."

You swallowed hiding the pain of what Hayley said and normally you could take it as you were use to wives coming to yell at you. But this hit harder for some reason and you didn't know why. You looked at Hayley.

"No...that's not...what I'm."

"Really? Elijah had spent a lot of money on you and now you are sleeping with him. I think we both know that is a lie. Elijah needs someone better that isn't some lonely stripper." Hayley said as you stood up leaving the kitchen as Hayley stood there arms crossed.

You were on autopilot putting your pants on grabbing your shirt not changing out Elijah's and grabbed your purse looking at a sleeping Elijah. You decided to not leave a note and left the compound not seeing that Hayley was watching.

"Are you sure?" Your boss asked frowning handing your last check to you. You had told your boss that you were quitting and thank her for taking such good care of you.

"Y...y...yeah I just...need something new." You said normally a strong woman but Elijah had soften you. As you used to now being taken care of, able to feel safe for once but what Hayley said hit too close.

"Okay suga but know you are always welcome back. You're family." Your ex boss said hugging you and you hugged back. You said goodbye to the bartender, Andy, and bouncer Daniel both were like big brothers you never had. Once you got your boxes in your car you left New Orleans.

It hurt to leave but you knew you could run into Elijah a little too easy and you knew you'll crawl back to the vampire. You drove until you reached New York finding a tiny apartment and settled down there.

"Where could she have gone?" Elijah growled as Freya was doing a locater spell which was being proven difficult. It only took Elijah an hour to noticed you had left not only his side but the city.

"What is going on?" Hayley asked seeing an angry Elijah and smirking Klaus as Freya was trying to locate something.

"Elijah's little dancer had ran away."

"Oh? I didn't know you were dating." Hayley said thinking she kinda knew who Klaus was about but she wasn't too sure.

"Little wolf they weren't dating. More like the girl belongs to Elijah. But for some reason she left." Klaus said smirking devilishly making Hayley nervous thinking Klaus may know something.

"Belonging to him?"

"I saved her from a client that was too pushy. We talked shared a drink then a month later I was wounded bleeding out in front of her building. She cleaned me up and allowed me to feed from her."

"Since then she is the only one he feeds from unless it is a blood bag." Klaus said surprising Hayley as she looked at Elijah.

"Is that a normal vampire thing?"

"Yes and last night I finally got her to fully give herself to me. But someone has sow seeds of lies in her so once I bring her home. I will find who drove her from me."

Elijah's tone was dark and Klaus stood seeing the red door opening. While Klaus knew what you meant to Elijah, he didn't think you were red door opening worthy.

"I am sure whoever's responsible brother, didn't know how much Y/N meant to you." Klaus said slowly as Hayley looked at Klaus shocked. Now Klaus over heard that morning now he was planning to tease Hayley but now knowing Elijah's red door was opening. It was different.

"Do you know something Niklaus?" Elijah asked calmly too calm as Klaus knew he could take Elijah, Klaus knew Hayley wouldn't have a chance. And before Klaus could say a word he was glad Freya interrupted.

"She is in New York." Once those words left Freya, Elijah was gone. Klaus looked to Hayley.

"Pray Elijah, gets her back Hayley as there is so much I can do to calm Elijah." Klaus said as Hayley let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

You had just gotten off work feeling sore as the new place you danced at was more demanding but the tips were bigger. You locked your apartment door dropping your bag and keys on the hall table and kicking off heels.

"I would have gotten you a bigger place." You nearly screamed when you saw Elijah sitting in your chair.

"Elijah wh...." You were cut off by Elijah giving you a heated kiss lifting you up by your thighs. You couldn't help but moan into the kiss as Elijah growled deeply taking you over to the chair he was sitting in.

"Now baby. Why did you leave and don't lie." Elijah said pulling you closer as you swallowed seeing the dark glit in his eye the same one he had before fucking you silly.

"I ran into Hayley and well......" You trailed off insecurities you had long forgotten came flooding back as you realized the reason it hurt was because you were in love with Elijah.

"Baby, what happened?" Elijah asked gently wiping the tears at fell from your eyes. You took a shakey breath looking at Elijah seeing his eyes soften.

"Hayley called me a gold digger, telling me that I used you and told me you need.......someone that wasn't a lonely stripper."

Elijah felt a flare of anger for what Hayley had done but focused on you placing soft kisses on your skin reaching up behind you unzipping your dress.

"If anyone needs better baby. It is you, remember I chased you. You could never use me as you are too good for that." Elijah says undressing you slowly until you were in only lingerie.

"But...." You were silenced by a kiss as Elijah held the back of your head gently tugging on your hair. You moaned softly rolling your hips but Elijah stopped you with his other hand.

"I need to punish you for leaving and coming to me about this problem."

"Before you can I just say I love you Elijah." You tell him flushing as arousal flooded your veins seeing the dark look Elijah gave you.

"I love you too baby." Elijah says softly picking you up as he stood up taking you to your bedroom. Indeed Elijah's punishment was one you wouldn't forget as he took you to a place that you didn't know could be reached.

You panted laying on Elijah as he traced random patterns on your bare back as you both whispered I love yous. You both knew you weren't going to let the other go any time soon.

#rere's stories #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson smut #elijah mikaelson fluff

[gyusfavlibra]

YOU MAY NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK ANYWHERE!!!

This is a imagine I made on my Wattpad that hasn't been released yet so I posted it here. @ivnasfilm is my wattpad btw!

Warnings: Fluff? Smut? Sexual interactions, language, cockblocking, Ward Cameron mentions, grinding, mentions of sex

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"Are your parents home?"

"No, they're at Thornton's for a couple hours."

"Sarah and Wheezie, too?"

"Yes," Rafe replied to his questioning girlfriend, Y/n. The duo have been dating for a year now. Y/n has been inside Rafe's house many times. She met him through her brother Kelce. He was pretty worried about it at first, but eventually Kelce would've had to get over it because Y/n is 18. She's a legal adult. She can do whatever the hell she wants.

They got closer by attending parties together, spending days at the country club, golf course. Sometimes even just sitting and talking at the beach. It was more than enough for both of them and they enjoyed it all. They made it official by attending Midsummers together. It was a pretty big deal to them since every single Kook would now know that Rafe Cameron officially had a girlfriend.

The first time she met Sarah, they hit it off pretty well. Did sleepovers, painted nails, read magazines about hot guys. Basically girly stuff. Even took fun trips on the Cameron's boat to get away from their boyfriends. They became best friends and truly loved each other's company.

Just like Rafe enjoyed Y/n's.

"Sooo, can I come inside?"

He leant his head back against the car seat. Staring at the girl who was sitting in the driver side of her vehicle. "Can you come inside?"

"Yeah, or- do you want me to?"

The mood in the car lightened as their talk became less questioning and more seductive. Y/n leaning over the center console, her breath hitting Rafe's face in all the ways he likes. Her hand reached over, brushing against his thigh.

"Do I even have to answer that?"

She shook her head at the Cameron before connecting their lips. Softly and gentle was how it was starting off, before Rafe placed his hand onto the zipper of her jeans.

"Not in here. Let's go inside."

"Okay."

The couple exited the car, Y/n making sure to lock it, and headed inside the house. Rafe using his own key to get indoors. They ran up the steps to Rafe's room, shutting the door behind them. Y/n removed her maroon crew neck, sitting herself on Rafe's bed as he removed his t-shirt.

He gently pushed her down sliding his heavier body between her legs. Leaving little kisses from her chest and up. He knew better than to give her hickeys on the neck because of Kelce so he avoided that.

His hand ran itself up and down her waist, giving it a small squeeze. They liked skin pressure. Tension. They began moving upwards, pushing under her cami top. A cropped tank that protected your breast if you didn't want to wear a bra. She tend to wear them often when around Rafe for these special purposes. And today, she just got lucky.

His thumb grazed the side of her breast. "Can I take this off?"

"Mhm."

"Hey Rafe, I need a the U-"

Before he could continue, Wheezie came barging through the door. Covering her eyes. Rafe groaned at the fact that his sister didn't knock. Knowing whenever the door is closed, you knocked.

"Wheezie, we talked about this-"

"I know. I'm sorry. I keep forgetting," she sighed. "Hi, Y/n."

"Hi, Wheez."

"What do you need? Why aren't you at dinner with dad and Sarah?"

"Halfway through the dinner, Rose threw up because Topper's parents made snail and she didn't like it. She made an excuse saying she was probably coming down with the flu. So we came back early."

"What did the Thornton's say?" Y/n asked. Intrigued by this hilarious story as Rafe put back on his shirt.

"Nothing. Just that we should head home just incase they could catch whatever it was."

"That sounds awesome!"

"Yeah, I know. Hey, wanna see the video."

"Oh absolutely," Y/n exclaimed, getting up from Rafe's bed. He sighed as he watched the two girls laugh at the gross vomiting. Althought part of him was glad Y/n was getting along with his little sister. "That's freaking gross. Cool. Like really cool. But gross."

"Yeah, i'm gonna upload it to my Instagram."

"Tag me?"

"Obviously."

"Awesome! Thanks."

Rafe stood. "So, what did you need?"

"I need the USB cord to connect my phone and laptop to upload the video in a file just in case dad and Rose make me take it down."

He huffed out his breath, walking over to his desk. He opened the top drawer, pulling out a mid-length white cord, handing it to his sister. She thanked him and tried to leave, but Rafe stopped her at the doorway. Death glaring her.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone. Chill out. Not like I wanna talk about it and picture it again."

"We weren't doing anything."

"I may be young, but I'm not stupid."

"She's got a point," Y/n agreed. Wheezie fist bumped her and left. Rafe shutting the door behind her. He turned to Y/n who just shrugged at the annoyed boyfriend of hers.

He smiled as he walked up to her, pushing his face close to hers. "Now, where were we?"

"You tell me."

He chuckled, the vibration against her lips sending chills down her whole body. He kissed her seductively like he did once before. This time Y/n pushed Rafe down onto the large bed, enough room for her to switch that position.

Her hands rested on his ribs as she grinded her clothed area against his member. A moan escaped her lips as a huff left his. The jeans in between them horrifying this exciting interaction.

She swayed her tongue and lips against his neck. His eyes rolling to the back of his head, letting out a grunt. She scooted down a few inches so she wasn't sitting directly on top of his belt.

"God, these pants got to go."

"So do yours."

She undid the strap of his waistline. Next thing was unbuckling his pants. She undid the button that lied above the zipper before grabbing the loose metal tab, pulling it down it's line.

"Rafe, dad needs you downsta- HOLY SHIT!"

"OH MY GOD," he groaned out loud. Y/n pushed herself off the dirty blonde, landing beside him. Sarah stood in the doorway, eyes covered, laughing.

"Stop laughing."

"You guys were totally about to do it," she sang as she pointed between them.

"Shut up, Sarah."

"Dad wants you. Said something about the golf course or country club. One of the two. I don't know," she shrugged as she sat beside Y/n. Rafe looked to his girlfriend.

"I'll be right back. You," he pointed to Sarah. "Be gone before i'm back."

"Will do, dickeroo."

Rafe left downstairs as Sarah turned to Y/n and smiled with eyebrows raised. "What are you staring at?"

"Uh...you. Were you guys about to have sex? Since when?"

"Well our first time together was months ago. Like 3 or 4."

"When we were first friends, you said you never planned on having it until you're married. Since when has that changed?"

She shrugged. "Since I met Rafe."

"You guys are too adorable. Well you, not him. Can't stand him."

"Yeah, I know. Sometimes I can't stand Kelce. I wanna kill him."

"Yeah, well let me get going before Rafe tries to kill me." (No pun intended)

She hugged Y/n before leaving the room, just as Rafe walked back in. This time locking the door before shutting it. "That is the last interruption for the night. I told everyone I was going to bed."

"Well, good cause I am trying to get my freak on," she laughed as he jumped back onto of her. Finishing what they've been trying to start.

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Yes captain

Note - this is part three of corrupting a good boy but it's mostly porn so can be read as a standalone as well. Sorry about all the jealousy stuff its just what the muse calls for sometimes. Comments/reblogs are really really appreciated🙏🙏 Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - You ask Steve to keep it on while doing it 👀👀

Warnings - 18+ only explicit sexual content, uniform kink, captain kink, daddy kink, roleplaying, jealousy, insecure reader.

Pairing - CEO!Steve x reader

Word count - 4.5k

“Ooo,” you yelped, trying to run away from his firm grip across your hips.

It only made him hold onto you tighter, his nails digging into the flesh of your hips. “There’s no where to run, babygirl,” he chuckled at your misery, delivering another harsh slap to your naked bottom.

You shrieked in pain as your flesh burned in agonising, but delicious pleasure. As if you’d ever want to actually run. “I’m sorry, daddy.” Since you were allowed to call him daddy now, which seemed to always make him forgive you, but you added your princess voice just to be safe and not make it any harder on yourself.

“You should’ve thought of that before you decided to make fun of my team, but you had to be a dumb baby and run your mouth,” he scolded you, slapping you twice before slipping a hand between your legs, the squelching noises of him gathering your slick on his fingers made your ears burn.

You had gotten too bored of him watching the game and not paying attention to you so you might’ve said some mean things about his team, but the jokes on him since your diabolical plan seemed to have worked.

You had gotten too lost in slight tinge of pain in the roots of your hair, that he was pulling, and his fingers teasing your core, you yelped forward when he slapped your pussy, gasping as you throbbed for more of it.

“Honey,” Steve shook your arm causing you to jolt awake.

You had a habit of talking or mumbling nonsense in your sleep and since he was a light sleeper it usually woke him up. He found your incoherent rambles and the little faces you made in your sleep cute, they were particularly intense tonight for some reason, and while he loved you with all his heart he was not about to let you talk nonsense about the Yankees.

“What? Where?” you sat up, rubbing the soft sheen of sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand.

“You were talking in your sleep, sweetheart,” Steve said, rubbing his hand up and down your back, “Come here.” He circled a hand around your waist, pulling you down and back against his chest, kissing the back of your head, “What were you dreaming about, hm?”

“Um...” you blinked, “How much of it did you hear?”

“You think your so clever, don’t you,” he teased, pinching the side of your hip as you giggled.

“Yes, I’m very smart.”

You shut your eyes, ready to go back to dreamland and to your daddy, who was just a version of Steve who liked being called daddy. Which was something Steve would never be into. Not that you’d ever admit to having such a shameful kink.

But you felt Steve grind his excitement against your ass, “You wanna go back to sleep, or...?” he asked, biting the shell of your ear before snaking a hand up your cami to grope your breast.

“You woke me up with such debauch intention?!” you gasped in fake incredulity. Deciding to indulge him and that any time spent with normal real Steve was much better than being with dream daddy Steve.

***

You fixed his tie, tightening it just a bit around his neck. His golden hair was smoothed back, your eyes caught a glimpse of his rosy pink lips. So pouty and perfect. You could spend hours just looking at them, his smile was what truly made you fall for him. But you pulled away when he tried to steal a kiss from you.

“Gloss,” you argued, puckering your lips. Instantly feeling guilty as his pink ones pouted, giving you his sweet puppy eyes.

“Come on, doll, just one kiss? Don’t you wanna wish me luck?” He bent to capture your lips but you moved your head away at the last second, making him groan as his nose bumped against your cheek.

“I spent over two hours getting ready for this!” you huffed, smoothening a hand over your puffy tulle dress, finally having a chance to wear it out in public.

“Did you just smudge my blush?” Gasping, as you looked into the mirror, picking up your rouge and patting it on again.

You loved the dress Steve had gotten you for Christmas, it was so pretty and princess and you felt like Cinderella wearing it.

But it was too... girl-ish, Steve had insisted that you wear it. So he could show off his beautiful new wife.

Tonight though, you had to look like a woman.

A strong woman.

Who is not to be fucked around with. And not someone who is vulnerable and weak.

Because you knew she was going to be there.

“You always look gorgeous,” he mumbled, looking in the mirror and patting his hair to make sure it was in place.

You had convinced him to grow it out. Having more courage to express yourself since the Christmas gift mishap a couple of months ago.

Tucking a loose golden strange behind his ear, you wondered how someone as breathtakingly as beautiful as him could be yours.

But as beautiful as Steve was, he could also be naive. He wanted to see the best in people, which often didn’t let him see what was right in front of him.

How his ex Peggy had been trying to cause problems between you two from day one.

At first she had welcomed you with open arms, with a treacherous smile her red lips had told you that she wanted to be best friends with you. Taking you to the MET museum, of which she was a board member, asking your help in organising a couple of galas and the fundraisers. Shopping with you to make you more presentable to be a CEO’s wife

You were prepared to be wary of her. The fact that Steve was still good friends with his ex, who he had dated for more than five years, didn’t exactly sit well with you, you knew you’d face some troubles there, but then you met her and spent time with her you knew that you did had nothing to worry about.

That was until she, and Steve’s mother, had tried to get you to sign a pre-nup before you both got married.

While Sarah was always nice, you could always sense a tinge of hostility, your intuition told you how she preferred Peggy over you and would much rather have her as Steve’s wife.

With a heavy heart you had told Steve you couldn’t do it. That there was no point in getting married if you would end up divorced eventually. You were ready to cut your losses then, to pack your bags and go home, preparing for the worst. But he understood and said that he wouldn’t be marrying you if he didn’t trust you.

You were glad to have worked out everything, but decided to play nice with ‘Judas', whom you learned had infamously betrayed Jesus from a mass you attended with Steve and Sarah, and pretend that you didn’t know anything about her betrayal.

You shook your head, there was no point in letting her ruin your night, or dictate what you wore. The dress was what you liked and who you were, there was no reason for you to pretend to be like her. Steve liked you because you were nothing like her,

....probably.

You looked over to Steve, tugging his pants up and securing them, you had never once thought you’d be someone who’d have a thing for men in uniforms, they were simply doing their jobs, what the fuck was sexy about uniforms anyway, but that was until you saw your Steve in his...

He really could pull off any color, even something as boring as army green, his chest and built looked almost too broad. Numerous medals adorning his chest. He certainly looked the part of a soldier.

He kissed your temple when he caught you staring at him and you only hoped he couldn’t decipher what was going on in that horny brain of yours.

Steve rarely ever talked about his days in the army. If he did it was about the friends he made and the good times he shared with them. And how army whipped him in shape, made him the man he was.

He had been honorably discharged a couple of years ago, all his army friends only ever spoke highly of him--which wasn’t really surprising.

***

“Hello, darling,” she smiled to you in her classy British accent, kissing your cheek before hugging you, “How have you been? Haven’t seen you since new years!”

“I’m good and you look amazing.”

Which wasn’t a complete lie, she did look elegant in her uniform, a lot similar to Steve’s but her coat had flares at the end which gave it a more feminine feel than that of Steve’s.

“So do you,” she beamed, “Oh, you have a little something,” she gestured to the corner of your mouth before wiping some white frosting from your cupcake off with her thumb as you tried to keep your face from cringing.

So far the strong woman act wasn’t coming along so well...

“So...how is married life?”

Wouldn’t you like to know. “It’s very good. You know Steve, he’s just amazing. I’m lucky to have him.”

“Oh, I did heard about your little goof with your erotica from Natalie, and the gift slip up!” she laughed, hooking her arm around yours, she walked with you towards your husband. “And here I was thinking you are a good girl,” she winked.

“I... guess I’m not...”

“I must say though, unfortunately for you I don’t think Steve would like any of that. He’s always been so traditional,” she rolled her eyes, “He has an old soul.”

Yes, you knew that. You knew that he was traditional and an old soul. Of course You did, he was your husband. Why she felt the need to point out the obvious was beyond you. “Well, you know people can be unpredictable,” you countered.

“Yes, well you’re free to explore of course, I just didn’t want you to get your feelings hurt,” she put a hand over yours.

“Peggy,” Steve greeted her.

“Oh don’t mind us. We’re just gossiping about you,” she smirked.

“Really?” he looked over at you with a quizzical face, “All good things I hope.”

“I don’t have anything bad to say about you,” you said giving Peggy a side eye, “Can we dance? Please?”

It didn’t take a lot of convincing because he loved dancing. After a couple of dances it was time for him to give his speech.

Seeing your husband up on the stage, hearing everyone talk about his accomplishments made your heart swell in pride. You really couldn’t believe you were married to someone like him.

You suppose that you understood where Sarah was coming from. It would make sense for someone like Steve to fall for and marry a classy worldly lady like Peggy. There really wasn’t much you could offer him.

***

“Steve,” you huffed, trying to yank on the zipper for like the tenth time, while you loved the dress you needed to get out of it and breathe for a while.

“Yes, doll?” he called for you, entering your closet, smiling at your struggling form. “How can I help?”

“You can get me out of this thing!” you said, turning your back to him.

You were really feeling yourself tonight, you had gotten a facial and a manipedi, a blowout, spending hours on getting ready for battle. You thought you looked good and fierce. But then you took off your makeup and your extensions and were reminded of how Peggy was much more effortlessly beautiful than you. She had often been dubbed as a ‘natural beauty’.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Is something bothering you?” he asked as he unzipped you.

“No. Will you let me change now?” you turned around, to politely ask him to leave.

“You’ve changed in front of me before.”

“Yes, well I can’t right now.”

“Why not?” he frowned.

“Because...” You couldn’t stop your eyes from turning misty, “I’m ugly...”

“What? Who told you that?” His face instantly flushed with anger as he held onto your forearms, and when you didn’t push him away he pulled you in closer to his chest.

“No one needs to. I know it because I’m not blind,” you confessed, the cool metal of his medal digging into your cheek.

“Then maybe we need to get your eye sight checked. Because you’re the prettiest girl in this whole world. I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.” He stroked your hair, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“You’ll have to fight the whole world then.”

“If it comes to that then I will.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how protective he was. Propping your chin up on his chest you blinked at him. “Why didn’t you marry Peggy? She’s so much more beautiful.” Your heart was heavy with so many emotions, usually you wouldn’t give in and ask something so dangerous--a question you weren’t sure you wanted the answer to.

Judging by the frown on his face, you were afraid that you had upset him, but then it softened as his pale baby blues twinkled at you, “Why would you say that, doll? Peggy is beautiful, but I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I could never even dream of marrying anyone else.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. “I know I shouldn’t be comparing myself to others.”

“You really shouldn’t. They don’t measure up to you anyway,” he teased.

“It’s just...” you gulped, not being able to hold his gaze you played with the olive green buttons on his coat, “I heard at the party from Tony, that she will be working with you from now on. Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“You don’t trust me?” his voice cracked.

You whipped your head up, frantically shaking your head from side to side, “No no of course I do! I’m just saying it’s a risky game. To be around her so much... what if old feelings resurface?”

Your heart almost broke as he let go of you, putting some distance between you both, “You know all I ever ask for is that you trust me... and love me. I don’t think it’s a lot.”

You scoffed, “Yeah well, I don’t think me asking you not to work with your ex is a lot. No woman would be okay with her husband spending that much time with her ex.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Why can’t I get through to you?”

“Maybe try speaking at a fourth grade level. Then I’ll understand. Since I don’t have a masters in literature from Sorbonne,” you rolled your eyes. Maybe he was intimidated by how smart Peggy is and decided to go for someone younger and dumber.

“I’ve never... been in love with Peggy or anyone but you really,” he told you, his broad shoulders hunching as he let out a sigh, “Not the way I’m in love with you. We were always more like friends than... lovers.”

“Is that better or worse?” you wondered out loud. Isn’t it important for husband and wife to be friends as well? Was that supposed to be a compliment?

“It’s much better. We would go months without seeing each other, and I didn’t miss her. Like I miss you when I’m at work. I can’t wait to get away and come home to you. Peggy is amazing, and I’ll always have a special place for her in my heart, but I would never even think about cheating on you.

But... I understand where you’re coming from. Maybe I would react the same way if you were to work with an ex. So I can just tell her that she’ll have to work with Nat, or someone else.”

“No,” you blurted.

Absolutely not.

Because A - You really did trust Steve not to stray. He wasn’t that type of man. And B - That would be admitting defeat. Admitting to her that you are afraid of her.

“I do trust you, Steve. I think... I just need to work on myself. If we don’t have trust then we don’t have anything right?”

“I trust you too, honey,” he kissed your forehead. “Just talk to me about this stuff okay? You can’t keep it bottled up.” You nodded as he worked on loosening his tie.

“Um... is that uncomfortable?” you asked, watching him pop open the first button of his shirt.

“The uniform? A little. It’s been a while since I put it on.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t wear it at our wedding.” You smiled. Maybe it was a good thing that he didn’t. While he looked so handsome in the black tux he had worn, the uniform would’ve made him irresistible. You would’ve spent the whole evening swooning over him.

“It didn’t feel right, I just wanted to be myself. Uh... doll,” he quirked a brow as he caught you staring at his crotch, “Hey,” he snapped his fingers, “My eyes are up here.”

“Yes, um, of course,” you whipped your head up as soon as you heard him, since you were too busy trying to make out the outline of his johnson, “And what beautiful eyes you have!”

“Tell me something. What is your obsession with this uniform?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” You decided to feign ignorance.

“Really? You’ve been staring at me all night. Do you not like it? Do you like it? Sometimes I think I don’t understand women at all.”

You probably would’ve appreciated his suit even more so if you hadn’t spent so much time festering in your jealousy. “I think... it’s... kinda hot,” you sighed dreamily as he blushed a crimson red. “You’re like this big strong Captain, and I’m like this small woman, like a damsel in distress type of thing.”

“Oh.” Was the only thing that he said. He never believed you would be into something like that, not from all the feminist rants you tend to go on.

“Oh god. You think I’m a weirdo, don’t you?” You put your hands over your face to hide it from him.

“No no, hey, don’t be like that,” he cooed, pulling your hands away so he could look at your pretty face, “I can be your... big, strong Captain. And you can be my damsel in distress.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. So... how would it work? Do I save you from a burning building or something?”

“No, sweetie. You’re thinking of a fireman.”

“Oh, right,” he blushed, scratching the back of his neck, “We can do the fireman thing if you like. I can... be a fireman.”

“Steve, we don’t have to do anything.”

“I know. But I want to. Come on! Give me something to work with.”

“Okay,” you cleared your throat. “How about... you keep the suit on?”

“On for how long?” he tilted his head like a cute confused puppy, looking down at his suit, “Oh! You mean on while we’re...”

“Yes. And I could, I don’t know, thank you for serving my country.”

“Yeah. I mean medals and all are nice, but I want a special kind of thanks from you, doll.”

“Ooo,” you felt up his biceps through his coat and shirt, he really was strong. “Do you have anything specific in mind?” you asked, batting your lashes.

“Um... yes.... You get on your knees, miss... I mean ma’am, shit,” he cursed as he awkwardly stumbled over his words. “What do I call you? Are you my wife in this scenario?”

“You can just call me doll, captain. I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” you smiled, cheekily pressing your lips to his in a quick peck but he held onto your waist before you could pull away. Sliping his tongue inside your mouth.

“Alright then, doll. Show me how grateful you are,” he puffed his chest out, so he could appear a bit more dominant.

You only giggled, taking your dress off because there was no way you could kneel in so much tulle.

Standing before him in just a strapless bra and a nude thong, you were vulnerable, but not scared anymore. He was your captain, he’d never ridicule you.

“I’m already feeling appreciated,” he said as he ogled you.

You dropped down to your knees, unbuckling him with some help from him, “It’s so big,” you gasped when you looked at his length, pretending to be seeing it for the first time. Although, you were still always surprised with the sheer monstrosity of it.

“We’ll make it fit, doll. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that,” he smiled, tapping on your mouth, “Open,” he commanded.

You’re a natural, captain. You took a deep breath before opening wide. You’d been having sex regularly for the past three months or so, he had gone down on you more times than you could count, you felt as if he could live between your legs if he could. But he had never once asked you to return the favor, you didn’t have it in you to be the first one to bring it up either.

Licking your lips, you tasted someone of the preejaculate leaking out of his tip before wrapping your mouth around his head, moaning at the salty taste and the essence of him.

“That’s... ugh,” he groaned, “That’s good. Keep going,” he spurred you on, a hand on the back of your head giving you the slightest bit of push.

You took as much of him as you could, stopping halfway through when he hit the back of your throat, you pumped the rest of his length with your palm, holding onto his thick thigh for support, you bobbed your head, increasing your pace when he started moaning loudly.

Rubbing your thighs together to relive some pressure, your throbbing core desperate for some attention and friction, you knew your panties were ruined.

You had read your fair share of cosmos, and the many sex tips they offered, you knew they’d come in handy someday. You swore you remembered reading something about balls... to suck them? Bite them?

You fondled his balls, feeling him tightening in your palm, you were ready to swallow all of you. That was the only proper way of saying thank you.

“Wait,” he growled, pulling you off of him.

You looked up at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, doll,” he heaved, “But I gotta come in your pussy.”

Your jaw dropped, to hear the golden boy using such filthy language. “Whatever you say, captain,” you rasped.

Gasping when he yanked you up, pulling you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bed before throwing you down on the mattress.

Although Steve had always been dominant in bed, it was somewhat lowkey and subtle, he was never rough with you, he treated you as if you were made of glass, right now he was treating you as if you were literally a ragdoll.

“Take off your panties,” he ordered you.

You followed quickly, desperate to have him inside you asap, rolling your thing down your thighs and then getting rid of your bra before he even had to ask. You looked at him through your lashes, waiting patiently for his next command.

He hesitated for a moment before saying, “Now touch yourself.” It had always been a wet dream of his to watch you, instruct you as you got yourself off. Since your intention was to please him... he might as well make most of it.

You blinked at him before nodding, “Yes, captain.”

Fondling your breast you pinched your nipple, pulling on it before hissing exaggeratedly, smirking when you saw his hand twitch to touch you.

“What do I do?” you looked up at him with big doe eyes.

He shook his head, circling a hand around your wrist he shoved two of your fingers inside your mouth, “Suck,” he told you. “You like having your mouth stuffed, don’t you?” he asked as you noisily suckled on his fingers.

You shamelessly nodded, hoping that you’d get more opportunities to suck his cock from now on, he pulled your fingers out, bringing them down between your legs, pushing them into your willing channel. His own thumb rubbing on your clit working you up even moreso.

You threw your head back as you felt your climax approaching. “So close... captain.”

But he pulled your hand away from your pussy, tutting at your disobedience, “I didn’t tell you you could come.” He shook your head, giving you a minute to catch your breath before pushing two of his, much larger fingers inside you, “Gotta get you ready, doll. Since you’re so small.”

“Oh! It’s too much...” you moaned, holding onto the bedding.

“How're you gonna take my dick then, doll,” you watched as he licked your slick off of his fingers, “You taste like heaven, honey.”

“Thank you, captain.”

He unbuttoned his coat, he would be much freer without it and fuck you properly like you deserved.

You rolled your eyes when he folded his coat setting down on the floor, when you were literally lying naked before him with your legs spread wide, waiting as his tie and pants followed, “Really?” you scoffed.

“Can’t have them getting dirty, doll.” He knelt on the bed, now only in his shirt, spreading your legs a bit further so he could make room for himself, nudging your intimate lips apart with his length before slowing sinking into you.

He stayed like that for a bit, inside your heat, it felt as if he would explode then and there but he had to savor the moment. To have such a pretty girl wrapped around him.

Hovering over you he placed his elbows on sides of your head so he wouldn’t put too much of his weight on you, and so he could look at your as he fucked you.

He moved his hips against yours, rocking slow and steady, “You like that, doll?”

“Yes,” you nodded as he pulled on your hair to bare your neck to him. Biting your neck to mark you as his, “Do it harder, please, captain.”

“Harder?” he spoke against your neck, pinning both your hands above your head as he started rigorously pounding into you. “That hard enough?”

You were too fucked out to give a coherent answer, or to do anything but nod pathetically and take whatever he gave you.

“Ima come...” you clenched around him as your orgasm washed over you, rendering you immobile and weightless.

He thrusted into you a couple of times before filling you up to the brim - just as he had promised.

“Thank you, doll. That was really nice,” he smiled, laying beside you and pulling you closer to him, he kissed your forehead.

“Thank you, captain. You sure know how to treat a lady right...”

“Maybe we can do this more often,” he suggested as you nodded in reply.

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