#first time ever and i was so blown away she has the most angelic voice and the coolest sounds ever

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Loved By You Before | S.R

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Summary - Spencer Reid is unequivocally in love with you and has been for ten years. The only problem is after your first marriage ended disastrously, you swore you’d never marry again. But after suffering a head injury trying to take down Everett Lynch, Spencer wakes up ten years in the past. Can he convince you not to marry to your ex? Or will life as he knows it change forever?

A/N - this was an idea @andiebeaword told me about and I was instantly obsessed and had to write it. Hope I did the idea justice! Based on a lifetime movie she watched called “Before You Say I Do”. For my “Injury” square for @cmbingo Set in s5 and 15.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - fluff, angst with happy ending.

Content Warnings - References to prison, mentions of 9.23 Angels, 5.21 Exit Wounds, 5.22 The Internet is Forever, 15.9 Face Off, mentions of annulments, cheating, explosions, head injury, usual case related stuff, illusions of sex but no specifics.

Word Count - 10.7K (it got away from me a little)

Masterlist

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Ten Years Ago

The glass of scotch sat untouched on the table next to the torn open envelope. The ice had long ago melted, no doubt making your drink too watered down to enjoy now anyway.

You had every intention of getting blind drunk tonight. You planned on getting drunk to the point you blacked out and hopefully awoke in the morning having completely erased the past two months from your memory.

But now you were in a bar and the scotch was in front of you, it seemed inevitable it would only make everything ten times worse.

You sighed as you ran your fingers over the front of the envelope.

Two months ago had been what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life and now you were at your absolute lowest.

How could things change so quickly? You’d had your whole life in front of you one minute and the next everything had blown up in your face.

You’d blinked and your world had turned upside down.

pYou glanced at the scotch, mentally admitting defeat on it and heaving yourself up from the chair. You slid your jacket on, pocketing the envelope and its contents.

You weren’t ready to crawl back to your friend's apartment to the couch you’d been calling home for nearly two months. Maybe you’d go for a walk. Maybe you’d find yourself in another bar staring down into another drink you wouldn’t consume.

You’d taken four steps from your table when a man appeared in front of you. You didn’t see where he’d come from, one second he wasn’t there and the next he was.

He was smiling an extremely charming smile at you. He was unequivocally attractive, dark skin, a shaved head and friendly eyes.

But if he was thinking about hitting on you, tonight was most certainly not the night.

“I’m sorry to bother you, ma’am.” His voice was deep and smooth. “My name is Derek Morgan and uh…you see, my friend over there has been staring at you for the last hour or so but he’s way too awkward to come and talk to you himself.”

You frowned, following Derek Morgan’s gaze across the bar to a small group of people.

It was obvious who he was talking about as the table he was glancing at consisted of three women, two blondes and a brunette and one very awkward looking man.

He had long, wavy hair almost down to his shoulders that framed a face made up of some of the most perfect bone structure you’d ever seen.

He was fiddling with his thumbs in a cumbersome way whilst the girls around him talked and laughed amongst themselves.

You let your eyes fall away from him and back onto the man in front of you.

“Your friend asked you to come and hit on me for him?” You gave him a skeptical look.

“Oh god no.” Derek chuckled. “He would die of embarrassment if he knew I was talking to you on his behalf. But the kid needs help sometimes.”

“Well uh…as flattered as I am, I really don’t think now is a good time.” You stuffed your hands in your pockets and subconsciously glanced back over at Derek’s group of friends.

Admittedly the man was attractive in a kind of nerdy way. His face wouldn’t be out of place on the front cover of a fashion magazine, but his clothing wouldn’t be out of place on a fifty something college professor.

This time when you looked he was looking right at you like a deer caught in headlights.

You saw him swallow before he pushed himself up to his feet.

Derek looked over his shoulder as his friend started cautiously your way. He was smiling when he turned back to face you.

“Just try and let him down easy.” He gave you a small shrug just as his friend joined you.

This was the last thing you needed tonight of all nights. Why did you even come here in the first place?

“Uh…what are you doing, Morgan?” He spoke to his friend but you heard him.

He was bouncing uncomfortably from one foot to the other, having a hard time making eye contact with you and staying close to his friend's side.

“Just making friends, pretty boy.” Derek looked from him to you. “This is Spencer Reid. Doctor Spencer Reid. And uh…I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

“Because I didn’t throw it.” You forcibly removed your hands from your pockets. “I’m sure you’re both very lovely but I’m really not in the mood for this tonight so, if you’ll excuse me.”

Before either of the men could say anymore you were weaving between them towards the door.

You pushed open the door and inhaled a lungful of fresh air as you stepped out onto the street.

Could a girl not attempt to drown her sorrows in peace? It had been longer than you could remember since the last time you’d been hit on.

Is this what your life is going to be like now? Going to bars and thwarting attempts by men to get into your pants?

You were happy. You’d had your whole life in front of you and it didn’t involve being hit on in bars. Where had it all gone so wrong?

Eventually you’d have to move on, eventually you'd have to meet someone else.

But eventually certainly wasn’t today.

Just as you were becoming consumed by your thoughts, a voice behind you snapped you back to reality.

“Uh…excuse me, Y/N?”

You spun around so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash. Spencer Reid was standing awkwardly behind you, a slightly uncomfortable half-smile on his lips.

“How do you know my name?” You frowned at him.

He gave you a small shrug before holding his arm out towards you. In his hand was your ripped open envelope that brandished your name on the front.

“I think you dropped this.”

You took it from him before stuffing it back in your pocket. It must have fallen out when you’d taken your hands out of your pockets.

“Oh, thanks.”

“I’m really sorry about Morgan. I didn’t ask him to come and talk to you. I feel a little embarrassed.” He scuffed the toe of his worn converse on the pavement.

“It’s ok. I’m sorry if I was brash. It’s really not a good day.” You confessed.

“Anything you’d like to talk about? I know we don’t know each other but I’m a pretty good listener.” He shrugged again.

You chewed on your lip wondering why you were even contemplating telling him. But he had kind eyes and for whatever reason he seemed genuinely concerned about you, a complete stranger.

You pulled the letter back out of your pocket and toyed with it in your hands.

“I was married for thirty seven days. This letter came today to tell me short lived marriage is officially annulled. I never imagined this would be my life. When I got married it was supposed to be forever.” You had no idea what prompted you to be so honest and judging by the look on Spencer’s face he was just as surprised as you were.

“Oh gosh.” He sighed. “I really am sorry about Morgan then. The last thing you needed was for-“

“It’s ok.” You cut him off with a smile. “My ex…he uh…he slept with my maid of honour just before the ceremony. I wish I’d found out before I said I do, but things happen. Sometimes good things fall apart to make way for better things.”

“When one door closes another door opens.” Spencer smiled softly at you.

“Exactly.” You agreed. “I uh…I was going to take a walk but I wouldn’t mind some company.”

Spencer’s face lit up and a large smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“R-really?”

“Sure, why not?” You shrugged. “Misery loves company.”

Spencer nodded at you and the two of you fell into step quickly as you walked down the street.

Spencer put you at ease in a way you’d never felt before around a stranger. You fell into companionable conversation with ease, as though you’d known each other a lifetime.

And by the time the two of you parted ways later that night, you found yourself wondering if Spencer Reid could be your open door.

***

Present Day

Admittedly, buying the ring in the first place had been a foolish move. Keeping it for six years and expecting you not to find it had been damn near moronic.

He watched you from where you sat on the bed, ring box in your open palm. You looked at him through sad yet slightly frustrated eyes.

Spencer leant against the door jamb, chewing on his lip.

“Spencer,” you sighed, snapping the ring box closed. “Spencer…why do you have this?”

“I think it’s pretty obvious.” He shrugged limply.

You sighed again and put the box on the nightstand before standing up.

“I thought you understood.”

“I do.” He pushed himself away from the door and stepped closer to you. “I do understand, Y/N. I bought it a long time ago and I guess I just hoped…”

When he reached you, you placed your hands on his shoulders.

“It’s been ten years, Spence. You know I don’t ever want to get married again.”

“I know.” He nodded sadly. “I hoped you’d change your mind, I guess.” He stepped backwards out of your touch.

When you’d met Spencer, your first marriage was fresh being annulled and you most certainly hadn’t been looking to jump back into anything after your ex broke your heart.

But Spencer had made you forget about all the hurt your brief marriage had caused you and somehow the two of you had naturally fallen into a relationship. Ten years later you had a home and a life together.

You’d made it clear from the start that you didn’t want to get married again. Your ex had hurt you so monumentally that you were adamantly against ever getting married again. Spencer understood, at least he’d told you he had.

After ten years, you thought the two of you had enough. You didn’t need to get married to prove you loved each other, did you?

You should have known that Spencer would always want more.

“Spence, you know I love you more than anything. But I can’t give you that. I thought you got that? I can’t keep going over this time and time again.”

“I know.” He stepped closer to you again and cupped your face in his hands. “And I’m sorry. I’ll sell the ring. It was dumb. I love you, Y/N. You’re all I need.”

But that wasn’t true. Spencer wanted to marry you more than anything else in the world. He knew after all this time neither one of you were going anywhere but in his mind marriage was the ultimate goal of a relationship.

He counted his lucky stars everyday that despite everything the two of you had ended up together, but sometimes it wasn’t enough for him.

You curled yourself into him, resting your head on his chest and he wrapped you in his arms. You hated your ex for ruining your belief in marriage and you wished you could give Spencer everything he wanted.

But when you’d found out two days after saying I do that your new husband had slept with your maid of honour minutes before the ceremony, you couldn’t help but look at marriage as a bit of a joke.

Maybe the problem was you never let yourself really grieve that relationship. You’d thrown all your energy and all your love into your new friend Spencer without taking time to just breathe.

That’s not to say you regretted that decision. Spencer was the best thing that had ever happened to you, the timing had just been a little off. But you can’t help who you fall in love with, or when, even when it happens right at the end of a marriage.

Spencer held you for a while, both lost in your own thoughts. Eventually you were pulled back around by the sound of Spencer’s phone ringing.

He placed a gentle kiss on your head before stepping back to answer the call.

You heard enough of his side of the conversation to know it was work and he would be going away for a case.

At first you’d hated Spencer leaving. You’d spent so much of your life with your ex and then you jumped straight into a relationship with Spencer so you’d never really been alone.

Days he spent away felt like weeks, sometimes months. But as time went on you got used to it and the two of you just made the most of the time you did spend together.

Recently, and you’d never admit this out loud, you almost felt relief when he was called away.

He hung up the phone and slid the device back in his pocket.

“I’ve got to go.” He sighed. “We might have located Everett Lynch.”

The heaviness to his tone combined with that name sent a shiver up your spine. Everett Lynch had been one step ahead of the BAU for sometime now and you knew how many sleepless nights Spencer had because of it.

You watched as he hurriedly located his shoes and satchel and you followed him to the front door of your apartment.

“Come home safe.” You got up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“I always do, don’t I?” He smiled but you saw the fear behind it.

“I love you.” You gave his tie a small tug.

“I love you too.” He said before he was opening the door and leaving.

And if you weren’t mistaken, the way he told you he loved you didn’t sound as genuine as usual.

***

Spencer was away in Reno, Nevada for four days. On the fourth day you’d received a phone call from JJ filling you in on what had happened.

Spencer had led the charge to raid Lynch’s home. As the agents started to swarm the house, JJ had suddenly realised they were walking into a trap. But she was just a second late on that realisation and Lynch set off a gas explosion.

You’d panicked as JJ told you Spencer was injured in the blast but she’d been quick to tell you he was ok and on route home.

He’d called you himself before they got on the jet and assured you he was fine, he just had a couple of scrapes and bruises but he was otherwise unharmed.

It was late when he finally arrived home, tossing his satchel and jacket on the floor and kicking off his shoes.

His head hurt but he was sure a good night's sleep would cure that.

He quietly crept to the bedroom, not wanting to disturb you, and stripped down to his boxers. He crawled into bed and placed a soft kiss on the side of your face before flopping back to the pillows.

His eyes were heavy and his body ached. It had been a long few days. But he was finally home where he belonged.

As he reached to shut off the lamp you’d left on for him, he noticed the ring box still sitting on the nightstand.

He tried not to think about how much it hurt that you didn’t want to marry him and focus on sleep.

That was a problem for another day.

***

Spencer’s alarm startled him awake the next morning. He blindly reached out a hand and started slapping it on the nightstand until he found the offending item and hit the button to shut off the wretched noise.

He rubbed his eyes and reached across the bed for your sleeping form only to be met with cold sheets.

He blinked a few times to adjust his eyes as he stared at your empty side of the bed.

It wasn’t like you to get up earlier than him and the fact that your side of the bed was cold was really disconcerting.

He sat up and swung his legs out of the bed, quickly exiting the room in search of you.

“Y/N?” He called out, scratching the back of his head. “Y/N?”

He passed across the living room towards the kitchen but it was empty and he found the bathroom empty too.

The panic set in quickly, it wasn’t like you to disappear without telling him. His heart was hammering hard against his rib cage as he ran back through to the bedroom and picked up his phone.

He brought up his recent call list of which you were usually at the top of. But your name didn’t appear on the list. His last five calls had been to JJ, Hotch, Garcia, JJ again and most oddly, Morgan.

Spencer’s brows furrowed. He hadn’t spoken to Morgan in at least six months, probably longer. In fact it had been even longer than that since he last spoke to Hotch. Why would they be on his recent call list?

Pushing past it, he brought up his contact list instead and scrolled down until he got to where your name should have been.

He scrolled through the relatively short list a few times but your name wasn’t on there.

His brows were furrowed so deeply at this point he was inducing a headache. He knew your number off the top of his head anyway so he dialled it.

After a few seconds of silence he was met with an automated voice.

“The number you dialled has not been recognised.”

“What the fuck?” He checked the number, he was one hundred percent sure that was your number. He had an eidetic memory for Christ sake.

But just then, something else hit him.

Running back into his living room, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed it before.

You’d moved into Spencer’s apartment just a few months after you started dating. You’d been looking for your own place after moving out of your home you’d shared with your ex husband but Spencer had insisted you move in with him. At first it had been out of convenience but soon you’d both realised you couldn’t bear the thought of being apart so you’d stayed.

You’d bought new furniture together and redecorated his apartment to accommodate both your tastes.

You’d replaced his dark leather couch with a more comfortable, larger couch with plush cushions. Ten years ago he and Morgan had gotten rid of that couch.

So why was that same dark leather couch now sitting back in his living room?

You'd hooked a TV up onto the wall but that was nowhere to be seen. The photographs you’d adorned on the walls were no longer there either.

His bookshelf was full of his old first editions and forensic textbooks, all your novels were gone as though they’d never been there to begin with.

The walls you’d painted together had reverted back to the colour they’d been when he lived alone.

Back in the bedroom his old worn carpet was present instead of the new one you’d laid together. His closet was full of only his clothes.

The ring box that had been sitting on the nightstand last night was gone.

Spencer’s head was pounding. What was going on? It was as though you’d never lived here.

Just then his cellphone startled him and he picked it up, answering frantically in the hopes it was you.

“Y/N?”

“Who?” Garcia’s voice came down the line. “Never mind, we don’t have time, Junior G-Man. Hotch needs us.”

“Hotch?” Spencer started to pace. “You mean Emily?”

There was a moment of silent confusion before Garcia spoke again.

“Uhm no. I mean Hotch. Is everything ok, boy wonder?”

The simple answer to that was, no, everything was most certainly not ok.

“Garcia I hit my head in the explosion yesterday and now my apartment is completely different, I can’t find Y/N and you’re telling me Hotch is still our Unit Chief?”

“Explosion? There was an explosion? Are you ok?” Garica panicked.

“The explosion at Everett Lynch’s.”

What the hell is going on?

“Who’s Everett Lynch? Is he ok? Are you ok? Should I tell Hotch you won’t be in today?”

“What? No. I’ll be…” Spencer trailed off. “Actually yes, I think I need to rest. Something weird is going on.”

“Ok, you rest that big giant brain and I’ll let Hotch know.”

“Thanks.” Spencer’s head was pounding. “Garcia, one more thing…”

“Yes Reid?”

He chewed his lip and sighed.

“What’s the date today?”

“March fifth.”

“What year is it?”

Garcia was silent again for a moment, clearly just as confused as Spencer was.

“It’s twenty eleven, Spencer.”

Spencer’s whole body went rigid. He clenched and unclenched his jaw a few times before saying goodbye to Garcia and hanging up the phone.

He dropped the device to the bed and stared at the adjacent wall.

March fifth twenty eleven.

He met you on August ninth twenty eleven, ten years ago. So what did that mean? He’d hit his head and now he’d woken up ten years in the past.

Was he dead? Had the explosion actually killed him? Or was he lying unconscious somewhere while his brain bled and this was some kind of sick dying dream?

The problem was, it felt all too real. Spencer often had extremely vivid dreams but he always knew when he was dreaming. This felt different.

He forced himself up from the bed and through to the bathroom to the mirror. Looking back at him in his reflection wasn’t the thirty eight year old version of himself he’d seen in the mirror before he’d gone to bed last night.

His hair was longer. The laugh lines and wrinkles he’d collected over the years weren’t yet apparent on his face. His eyes didn’t hold the look of a man who spent three months in prison. He was skinnier, the paunch that had developed on his stomach as he’d gotten older was gone. The scar on his neck where’d taken a bullet for Alex Blake had vanished.

“Who are you?” He whispered to his much younger self looking back at him as though his reflection held the answers.

What the fuck was happening?

He looked away from the mirror and raced back to the bedroom for his phone. He shot off a quick text to Garcia telling her he would be at work after all.

He couldn’t sit here all day. He needed to figure this out.

He showered and dressed as quickly as possible and high tailed it to Quantico.

The team had already gathered in the round table room when he arrived.

Morgan gave him a smile as he entered and Hotch looked frustrated by his lateness.

Where were Tara, Luke and Matt? Why were Emily and Garcia sitting with the rest of the team and why was JJ presenting the case?

“Glad you could join us, Reid.” Hotch spoke as Spencer slid into the free chair.

It was like he’d entered the twilight zone.

The last time he’d been in this room they’d been discussing Everett Lynch’s search for his father and Roberta Lynch’s parole.

But now Garcia didn’t know who Everett Lynch was. And he bet the rest of the team wouldn’t either.

“There have been three murders in the last week in Franklin, Alaska. It’s a small fishing town with a population of just one thousand five hundred. These are the first murders to ever occur in this town.” JJ started.

Spencer looked down at the case file in front of him, cogs turning.

“Owen Porter.” He muttered to himself, remembering working on this case.

“What was that pretty boy?” Morgan asked him, causing everyone to look at him.

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “Carry on.”

Spencer zoned out what JJ was saying. He already knew it all anyway. He also knew that Garcia would accompany them to Franklin, and he knew Owen Porter was their unsub.

Because it was two thousand and eleven. JJ was still their team's communication liaison and Hotch was still their unit chief. Tara Lewis was still a forensic psychologist, Luke Alvez was probably still with the fugitive task force or maybe he was even in Iraq with the Rangers and Matt Simmons probably wasn’t yet a father and still worked for the IRT.

Everett Lynch hadn’t started his killing spree yet and he hadn’t met you yet and wouldn’t for months.

It was twenty eleven and he was twenty eight years old and hadn’t been shot in the neck or put in prison or fallen in love yet.

So what did that mean? What was going on? Had he dreamed ten years of his life or was this a dream? Or was he trapped in some kind of strange alternate reality?

He guessed he’d have to try and figure it out from Alaska.

***

As Spencer predicted, Owen Porter had been their unsub which meant he had lived this before.

He tried to lay out the facts on the jet back home from Alaska three days later.

There had been an explosion and he’d hit his head, so the logical theory was that he was unconscious somewhere, brain bleeding and his dying mind had taken him back to twenty eleven.

But why?

The only answer he could come up with was that it had to do with you and the conversation you’d had before he’d gone to Nevada and been involved in the explosion.

It was five months before he’d even met you that night at the bar. It was three months before your first wedding.

Maybe he was supposed to find you and convince you that the man you were going to marry was a jerk and a cheat before it was too late? Maybe he had a chance here to rewrite history. If he managed to talk you out of getting married the first time, maybe you wouldn’t be so against marrying him later.

Whatever was going on, his mission became clear. He needed to track you down and convince you not to get married.

He remembered every detail about you so finding you wouldn’t be difficult. The hard part would be how a complete stranger to you would be able to talk you out of marrying the man you thought was the love of your life.

Maybe you were in the same boat as him, maybe you woke up to this strange alternate universe where it was suddenly ten years in the past and you were searching for him too?

If that was the case, that would make this whole thing a lot easier.

The following day he headed to your work. In twenty eleven you were working at a local paper writing puff pieces for them that rarely went to print.

Spencer had declared his love for you in that paper. He’d called up and placed an ad in the paper you worked for telling you he loved you. He could never forget that paper even if he didn’t have an eidetic memory.

He’d visited you at your office on multiple occasions so he knew exactly where to go.

He was nervous as he approached the building, having no idea what to expect. He hadn’t even rehearsed what he might say when he saw you.

He knew he couldn’t say too much, not that he knew too much. But what he did know would have you thinking he was insane. He couldn’t very well go up to you and say -

“Hi I’m Spencer and you don’t know me but in a few months we’re going to meet and fall in love and ten years later we’ll still be going strong. Apart from the fact you’re terrified of getting married again after your asshole first husband cheats on you with your maid of honour.”

He supposed he’d have to start from the beginning. He’d have to charm you somehow, he’d done it before although he had no idea how. It might be harder this time around while you’re still happy and in love with your soon to be husband.

He bypassed your office just as he reached the door, needing more time. This was all crazier than he could comprehend.

He knew you always used to spend your lunch breaks in the nearby cafe so he decided he would wait for you there.

It was still early in the morning so Spencer had a long wait ahead of him but at least it would give him a chance to figure out the perfect way to approach you.

He’d consumed several coffees and a few slices of pie by the time lunchtime rolled around.

When you walked in it felt as though the world momentarily stood still on its axis. He felt the same flutter in his chest as the first time he laid eyes on you.

He watched from his table as you ordered at the counter and his luck was in when you settled into the table right next to his.

You pulled a book out of your bag and started reading between bites of your sandwich.

For a while, Spencer got lost in just watching you. He used to watch you read all the time. He loved the way your brow creased when you were really concentrating and how every now and again you would lightly chew your bottom lip. He always noticed when you were excited by what you’d read because your eyes would widen ever so slightly.

Somewhere over the years, he’d stopped taking time to just watch you. Maybe after so long together he took those things for granted.

But waking up in a world where the two of you weren’t together made Spencer take note of every little detail about you.

A gut wrenching thought hit him at that moment. What if him inserting himself into your life too soon rewrote history, what if this ruined everything and the two of you never ended up together?

Spencer needed to think this through some more. He could end up changing everything if he wasn’t careful. If he somehow manipulated it that the two of you didn’t end up together, that’s not a future Spencer wanted to live in.

He picked up his satchel from the floor and went to push his chair back but when he looked back up, you were now looking right at him with a soft smile.

That smile always had a way of paralysing him. He froze, staring back at you like a deer in headlights. Before he knew what was happening you had stood up from your table, bringing your book and coffee with you towards him.

Spencer’s heart was hammering so loudly in his chest he could barely hear anything over the sound. He only just registered what you said when you sidled up to his table.

“I’m sorry, this is going to sound really odd but…you look so familiar. Have we met?” A soft frown graced your features but your lip tugged up at the corner in a smile.

Have we met, the single most soul destroying sentence Spencer had ever heard.

He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream.

Not only have we met but we’ve fallen in love. We spent the next ten years together building a home, a future. I know all your deepest, darkest secrets and you know mine. I comforted you when your dad died and you were with me every step of the way when I was in prison. I know you inside and out, better than anybody. We’ve more than met, we’ve made a lifetime of memories in ten years. You are the love of my life and I am yours. Have we met? We’ve done so much more than that.

But of course, Spencer didn’t say any of that. Instead, he composed himself, gave you the best smile he could muster and he lied.

“Uh…I don’t think so.”

“You have such a familiar face.” You scrutinised him.

“I guess I just have a generic face. I probably look just like a hundred other guys you’ve seen.” He tried not to sound too self-deprecating.

Spencer noticed a glint in your eye, one he knew was of amusement.

“I don’t think it’s that at all.” You laughed lightly. “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.” He was eager to say.

You slid into the seat opposite him, placing your book and coffee and on the table.

“I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Spencer. Reid.” Spencer tried to not stare at your engagement ring. It made him feel uncomfortable.

Your eyes narrowed on him.

“Are you sure we haven’t met? Your face and your name…it’s so familiar.”

Spencer swallowed and tried to come up with some kind of lie because the truth would sound insane.

“Uh…I come here a lot. Maybe you’ve seen me here before? You might have heard them call my name or something?”

“I come here everyday.” You shrugged. “I work just around the corner at the Chronicle so maybe I have seen you here before.” You conceded.

“Uh…what do you do at the Chronicle?” Spencer found it profoundly strange asking you questions he already knew the answers to. But he had to pretend he knew nothing about you.

“I write those stupid little puff pieces. Cat stuck in a tree and rescued safely. Little kid lost their stuffed bear in a park. That kind of stuff. They don’t publish a lot of my writing, but it’s a stepping stone, you know?”

“I see big things coming for you.” Spencer sipped his coffee.

He wanted so badly to tell you that in ten years time you’d be editor of that paper and you’d turned the whole publication around. With you in charge the Chronicle would go from hamster cage lining to a serious journalistic paper.

“You don’t even know me.” You laughed, and Spencer saw the soft blush that spread to your cheeks.

“No, but I’m rarely wrong about these kinds of things.”

“What are you, some kind of psychic?”

“I’m actually an FBI Agent. I work for the Behavioural Analysis Unit. I guess I-“ Spencer was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing.

You pulled the device from your pocket and he saw your face light up.

“I’m sorry, excuse me for a moment.” You pushed yourself up from the chair and walked away from the table.

He watched you smile in delight as you answered the phone.

His heart plummeted. He knew exactly who you were talking to and it broke his heart.

You were on the phone a few minutes and when you rejoined him, Spencer tried his best to plaster on a smile.

“Sorry, that was my fiancé Kyle.” You downed the rest of your coffee. “I really need to head back to the office but it was nice to meet you, Spencer.”

“Yeah, you too Y/N.” He chewed his lip.

“Maybe I’ll see you here again sometime?” You stood up once more, grabbing your book.

“I hope so.” He smiled before watching you walk away.

Spencer felt like a vice was tightening around his heart.

He’d never known you when you were with your ex and all he knew was the heartbreak he’d caused you. It had never even crossed his mind that the two of you had been happy together.

You looked as though you were floating when you talked to him on the phone and Spencer couldn’t help but think he wasn’t sure you’d ever been that happy with him.

He left the cafe and decided to spend the rest of his day off at home wallowing. With any luck he might wake up in the morning and everything would be back to normal.

But would he ever shake the look on your face when you’d talked to Kyle?

When he got home he hauled himself up in his office with a stack of books. It was getting late when he opened up his bottom drawer to see if his old journal was inside.

He found it exactly where he used to keep it ten years ago. Since meeting you and discovering happiness, he’d stopped keeping a journal.

He opened it up to the next blank page and was confused to find a small scrap of paper folded inside.

He found his hands were trembling a little as he picked it up, as though he already knew what it was.

It was a page from the Chronicle dated nearly six months from now. It was from the personal ads page.

Spencer felt tears welling in his eyes as he read over the short paragraph in his head several times.

“Y/N Y/L/N, every moment since we met has been a dream come true. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I need you to know that I am utterly, head over heels in love with you. All my love, S.R.”

How on Earth did this get here? It was March twenty eleven and he hadn’t written that ad until August that year.

Spencer was already so confused about what was happening, now he was positively bewildered.

He needed to sleep this off and hope that tomorrow everything would be back to normal.

He tucked the scrap of newspaper into his satchel on his way to his bedroom.

The bed felt too big and too empty without you.

What was he going to do if he was stuck here? What became of him and you if this was his life now?

Spencer didn’t know how long he cried for before he finally fell asleep.

He dreamt of you and the future he might not get to have with you.

***

When he was woken by a call from JJ informing him that Hotch needed him and finding himself alone in bed, it was instantly clear he was still stuck in this hellish time loop.

Yet again it was a case he’d worked before. It took them to Boise, Idaho to investigate the disappearance of three women all targeted via social networking sites.

Spencer wished he had more to occupy his mind. But he memorised every case they’d ever worked on so reliving it was extremely monotonous.

It left him too much time to think about you and how he’d found himself in this situation.

It was another week until he had another day off and was able to make the trip across town to the cafe you frequented.

Just after twelve you arrived and smiled softly at him when you spotted him. It wasn’t the same way your whole face used to light up when you saw him. It hurt, it hurt more than anything else in the world.

Because you weren’t in love with him. And maybe you never would be again.

You placed your order at the counter and joined Spencer at his table.

“Hi again.” You toyed with the back of the chair. “Want some company?”

“Please,” he motioned for you to sit down, which you did.

You fell into easy conversation about the book you were reading and about your jobs and other things Spencer already knew about you.

And after lunch you left again, leaving Spencer with a heavy heart once more.

The two of you continued this routine whenever Spencer’s hectic schedule allowed. You were becoming friends, had even exchanged numbers but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t right.

A few times your fiancé had come up in conversation and Spencer had to sit and listen while you gushed over him and your upcoming wedding.

How was he supposed to broach the subject of him being a jerk and a cheater? How could he just explain that away without ever having met the guy?

After several weeks, he saw his advantage.

“I was telling Kyle about you.” You spoke between bites of your turkey melt.

“Oh?” Spencer tried to hide his annoyance hearing his name.

“He wants to meet you. Would that be weird?”

“Why would that be weird?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Well, if you aren’t doing anything tomorrow night there’s this little bar in the district called Paddy’s, have you heard of it?”

The vice around Spencer’s heart tightened. He hadn’t just heard of it, he’d been there.

Ten years ago Spencer had been on a night out with the team, sans Rossi and Hotch, at Paddy’s when he spotted the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Morgan had tried hitting on her on Spencer’s behalf. When she’d left she’d dropped a torn open envelope on the floor and he’d gone after her to give it back.

Paddy’s was the bar where the two of you had met.

“Uh yeah, I know it.”

“Cool.” You smiled, pushing your seat back. “I better get back, but I’ll see tomorrow around seven?”

“Can’t wait.” Spencer smiled at you.

You gave him a wave and then you were leaving.

As much as Spencer didn’t want to meet your fiancé, it could be a good way for him to try and get to know him, maybe even weasel information out of him.

If Kyle were to drunkenly admit that he was hooking up with someone behind your back, he’d be obligated to tell you, right?

At the very least maybe he could make something up to incriminate him.

Spencer finished his coffee before leaving the cafe and heading to the metro station for the long ride home.

***

Spencer was early as he usually was. He changed his outfit four times, not wanting to look too much like a teacher's assistant for a change.

He’d finally settled on a dark shirt and slacks. No tie. No sweater vest. No cardigan.

In his head Kyle was the epitome of masculine energy. He pictured him to be tall, well built and intimidating in every sense of the word. He imagined a pretty boy lacking in brains.

But Kyle was none of those things.

It made sense, given your attraction to Spencer that the way he pictured Kyle wouldn’t be your type. When you introduced Kyle, it was clear to Spencer you had a very specific type.

Kyle was tall yet slim. He dressed very similarly to how Spencer usually did, sweater vest and all. He wore thick rimmed glasses and had slightly overgrown dark hair.

In a matter of hours Spencer learnt the similarities between him and Kyle went deeper than just looks.

Kyle was a TA at a local college, hoping to become a lecturer. He had an IQ of one hundred and sixty two, not quite as high as Spencer’s but he was still a provable genius. He had one PhD to Spencer’s three, in mathematics.

In his spare time Kyle enjoyed playing chess and frequenting bookstores.

If Spencer had thought he was in the twilight zone before, he knew he was now. This was all too strange for words.

He wanted to hate this man, but he was making that really difficult for Spencer.

You excused yourself to use the bathroom leaving Spencer and Kyle alone. If Spencer was going to get anything out of this man it would be now.

“So uh…Y/N tells me you're getting married in June?”

“Yeah, I can’t wait.” Kyle beamed and if Spencer didn’t know any better he would think Kyle was actually a good guy.

“It’s only a few months away, have you had any cold feet? One woman for the rest of your life, kind of scary right?”

Kyle chewed his lip and looked over his shoulder briefly before looking back at Spencer.

“Can I trust you?” He whispered.

Yes, this is it! This is what I’ve been waiting for!

“Of course.” Spencer forced his expression to stay neutral.

“I have had cold feet. But only briefly. Y/N’s best friend has tried hitting on me a few times and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t considered it.” He adjusted his glasses. “But I love Y/N. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Ruining that isn’t worth one night of fun.”

Spencer looked into Kyle’s eyes as he spoke. In Spencer’s line of work he’d learnt to tell when someone was lying. People always had a tell.

Spencer was certain, beyond a shadow a doubt that Kyle was not lying.

Maybe this time around Kyle really wouldn’t cheat on you and the two of you would be happy together.

“Good for you, man.” Spencer smiled at him as he stood from the table. “I have to be up early so I’m going to call it a night. It was great to meet you, tell Y/N I’ll see her around.”

“Oh…good to meet you too.” Kyle smiled up at him, a little confused by Spencer’s sudden decision to leave.

Without another word, Spencer hurried to the exit and out onto the street just as his first tear fell.

Spencer loved you with all of his heart and soul. You were undoubtedly the one great love of his life. But you didn’t love him, not in this universe anyway. Right here and now you were madly in love with Kyle and the two of you had a chance to be happy together.

So no matter how much Spencer loved you, if it meant you wouldn’t have to deal with the kind of heartbreak Kyle had caused you again, the decision to walk away was an easy one for him.

It hurt, it hurt so much Spencer thought his chest might explode. But he would do anything for you. Even if it meant giving up his own happiness for yours.

Spencer didn’t know what was going to happen next. Maybe he was stuck in this timeline and would have to live out the next ten years of his life over without you. Maybe he’d wake up tomorrow or next week back in twenty twenty one. He had no idea.

But what he did know was that he had to let you go. If the two of you were meant to be, maybe you’d find your way back to each other someday. But he couldn’t in good conscience aid in breaking you and Kyle up.

He hoped he was right in trusting Kyle, the look in the other man’s eyes had told Spencer he’d never do anything to hurt you. Hopefully this time the two of you would live a long happy life together while Spencer spent the rest of his life pining over you.

***

Weeks rolled on and Spencer stopped going by the cafe on his days off. He was starting to wonder if he was ever going to get back to his normal life, it was feeling as though he was stuck here, forced to live the next ten years of his life over again.

The cases the BAU dealt with were all as he remembered, as were the conversations he had with the team. It felt like a really tedious Groundhog Day.

He didn’t know what he was supposed to do without you. You’d been together so long and every day that passed without you hurt more than the last.

Thinking of you with him, planning your wedding to him, shattered Spencer’s heart into so many pieces it was unrecognisable.

Eventually weeks turned into months and June reared its ugly head Spencer felt his world crumbling around him as your wedding day loomed.

***

He’d spent all day on the couch. He didn’t shower. He didn’t dress, aside from throwing his old robe over the flannel pajama pants and t-shirt he wore to bed.

He drank a lot of chamomile tea hoping it would calm him but it didn’t. The only times he strayed from the couch was to get another mug or use the bathroom.

The tears came at random intervals. Spencer wasn’t sure he’d ever cried this much in his life. He felt pathetic if truth be told. Maybe he should be out there fighting for you? Maybe he should tell you the truth before it was too late?

Was this kind of misery really worth letting you be happy with someone else?

Sadly the answer to that was yes.

Spencer watched the sun setting from his place on the couch through the window. He didn’t know where the day had gone, it had been a complete blur.

He forced himself up for one last cup of tea, padding through the living room with what small amount of energy he had left in him.

As he reached the kitchen, there was a knock at his front door.

He rolled his eyes. It was most likely JJ checking up on him because he hadn’t answered any of her calls or texts today. He really didn’t have it in him to try and convince her he was ok, but he knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t leave easily.

The knock came again and Spencer sighed as he headed to the door. His disheveled appearance wouldn’t help in convincing her he was ok but hopefully she’d believe he was sick.

But when he opened the door, it wasn’t JJ standing there.

You looked almost as much of a mess as he did in your wrinkled clothes and tangled hair. Your eyes were large and confused as you looked at him as though he might have answers to questions you hadn’t even asked.

“Y/N,” he frowned. “Uh..what are you…how do you know where I live?”

“I uh…I went to your office.” You confessed. “Your friend Penelope told me where I’d find you.”

“W-why?” He swallowed.

“I don’t know Spencer. I just needed to see you.”

For a moment the two of you just stared at each other in silence before Spencer stepped aside and allowed you to enter his apartment.

If truth be told you weren’t even sure why you were here. But you’d had this inexplicable feeling in your gut that Spencer was meant to be a bigger part of your life than he had been.

Things felt unfinished. You hadn’t been able to shake it. So you had to find him. You had to see him one more time to know for sure what it was you were feeling.

“I’m sorry, the place is a mess. I wasn’t expecting company.” Spencer wrapped his robe tighter around his body.

“Spencer this is going to sound crazy,” you stepped closer to him, but not too close. “When I saw you that first time in the cafe, I knew it wasn’t the first time. I’m certain I know you from somewhere. And the more I think about it, the more I can recall information about you that I don’t think you ever told me.”

Spencer swallowed again.

“Like what?”

“Your mother. She’s sick isn’t she? Schizophrenia?”

“Yes.” Spencer nodded. He hadn’t told you that. He wouldn’t tell you that for at least another year because he was embarrassed to tell you.

“And I keep recalling this story about you being tied to a flagpole? Did you tell me that? Because I don’t think you did.”

“No I didn’t. But it did happen.”

“What is going on Spencer? I feel drawn to you in a way I’ve never felt drawn to anyone before and I don’t know why. And I…I…” you started looking around the room, a frown on your face. “I’ve been here before.”

Spencer ran his fingers through his messy hair with a sigh.

“Yes you have. In fact, you lived here. With me.”

Your eyes were wide with confusion as you looked back at him. Spencer didn’t know how he was going to explain this.

He turned his back on you briefly and fished in his satchel. When he turned back to you he was holding a scrap of paper towards you.

“What’s that?”

“Just look at it.” Spencer held it in his open palm until you skeptically picked it up.

With a shaky breath you unfolded the paper and Spencer heard you gasp as you started to read it, tears instantly springing behind your eyes.

The ad was dated August twenty ninth two thousand and eleven which was more than two months from now.

But the words contained in the ad made your tears start to cascade.

“Y/N Y/L/N, every moment since we met has been a dream come true. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I need you to know that I am utterly, head over heels in love with you. All my love, S.R.”

“How do you have this?” You back at him.

“If I tell you you’re going to think I’m crazy.”

“This whole thing is crazy, Spencer. Tell me how you have this.”

Spencer sighed and motioned for you to come and sit on the couch. Once seated he took hold of one of your hands. He noticed your engagement ring was gone and he didn’t know what that meant.

“I was in an accident. I was leading a raid on a suspect's home when there was an explosion. I hit my head but I thought I was fine. And then I woke up and my whole life had changed.”

“What does that have to do with this?” You waved the scrap of paper.

“The accident…it happened in two thousand and twenty one.” He spoke and waited for his words to sink in before he continued. “I originally met you in August twenty eleven. We met in a bar after your marriage to Kyle had been annulled.”

You frowned deeply at him, tears still spilling from your eyes.

“What are you talking about?” You snatched your hand away from him.

“He…he cheats on you on your wedding day and you found out. You get annulled and we meet. And we fall in love, Y/N. We spend the next ten years together, you move in here with me. But you never want to get married again because of what happened with him. And that destroys me bit by bit because from the second I met you, all I ever wanted to do was make you my wife.”

You suddenly stood up and started pacing the room.

“This is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.” You sounded exasperated. “You’re telling me you like, travelled back in time or something?”

“I don’t know. I have no more idea what is going on than you do. I’m half convinced I’m laying somewhere passed out with a brain bleed and this is all some kind of fever dream.”

“I’m fairly certain this isn’t a dream.” You shook your head and stopped pacing to look at him. “But it can’t be reality either, right?”

“I wish I had the answers Y/N, I really do.” He stood up and came closer to you, placing his hands on the side of your face.

You closed your eyes at his touch and images of the two of you flashed before your eyes. Images of things that hadn’t happened.

Your eyes shot back open and you looked up at Spencer. You cautiously placed your hands on his hips, feeling the way his body curved beneath his clothes.

And the feeling was so familiar.

“Spencer?” You whispered.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I need you to…” you swallowed. “Kiss me, Spencer. I need you to-“

You were cut off by Spencer’s lips clashing against your own. He didn’t need to be told twice.

You succumbed to him completely. His lips on yours and the way he held you was all too familiar.

Images clouded your brain as he kissed you. Looking at him across a crowded bar. Holding his hand as you strolled through a park. Cuddled up on the couch as you both read.

Boxes full of your belongings stacked in this very living room. Kissing him goodbye when he left for a case and throwing yourself into his arms when he returned safely.

Reading the ads in the Chronicle and seeing Spencer’s declaration of love.

Goodbye kisses. Hello kisses. Good morning kisses. Shower kisses. Coffee shop kisses. Bookstore kisses. Kisses that led to the bedroom and the removal of clothing, just like this one now.

You didn’t realise you’d let Spencer lead you to the bedroom until the kiss broke and you were both panting.

“You’re not wearing your ring.” Spencer took hold of your empty hand.

“No.” You breathed.

“What does that mean? Because I want you so badly, Y/N. But I can’t in good conscience-“ he was cut off when you placed your finger to his lips.

“I called off the wedding.” You smiled softly at him. “About two weeks ago. I don’t know what I believe about this whole situation Spencer but I do know that I am drawn to you for whatever reason. And I can’t marry Kyle when I have feelings for someone else. I don’t know if it’s because we’ve been here before or not. But there is something so familiar about you that I can’t shake. When I look at you, I can’t help but feel like I’ve been loved by you before.”

“I feel as though I’ve always loved you, Y/N. And I can promise you that in any reality, any alternate universe, I will find you so I can love you again.”

Your tears fell even heavier as you kissed him again. You fell to the bed together, clothes becoming fewer until they were just a distant memory.

Somewhere during the act Spencer found tears falling from his eyes too. He’d missed you so much and he would do anything to keep you in his arms forever.

Having Spencer make love to you brought even more images to your mind. You knew you’d felt his touch before. Being with Spencer was like coming home, everything suddenly made so much sense in that moment. Everything fell into place.

Afterwards he held you in his arms, revelling in every second as he had no idea how long it would last for.

He had no idea if you'd still be here in the morning, truth be told he had no idea if he’d still be here in the morning.

But he would make every second with you count.

Just as he was starting to drift off to sleep, you looked at him, a look of contemplation on your features.

“Promise you’ll always love me, Spencer?”

He stroked your hair back off your face and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“My love,” he breathed softly. “I couldn’t stop even if I tried.”

***

Spencer’s head was pounding as he eyes started to flutter open. He felt a hand on his, soft and warm. He felt like he’d been in the deepest sleep of his life.

“Spence? Spencer, can you hear me?” Your voice flooded his ears and relief washed over him that you were in fact still here.

“I can hear you my love,” his eyes fluttered. “I’m here.”

His eyes landed on you only you looked different than you had last night.

Your hair was shorter, your face had aged.

He blinked a few times and that’s when noticed the faint beeping and the unmistakable smell of antiseptic.

“Oh god, Spence I was so worried!” You threw yourself into his arms allowing Spencer to focus on the room behind you.

Not his bedroom. A hospital room.

“W-what happened? W-where am I?”

You stood back up and stroked his hair off his face.

“You’re in the hospital sweetheart. There was an explosion, you hit your head. Do you remember?”

He blinked a few more times.

“Uh…I’m not sure?”

“You were in Reno. Everett Lynch set off a gas explosion and you fell and hit your head on the ground. You made it home fine but you started seizing in your sleep.”

If Spencer’s head had hurt before now it really hurt.

“Uh…just to confirm.” He croaked. “What year is it?”

“Oh god do I need to get the doctor?”

“No, I’m fine.” He tried to sit up. “It’s two thousand and twenty one?”

“Yes darling.” You nodded, a sad smile on your lips.

Spencer raised his hands to rub his eyes and that’s when he noticed it.

The simple gold band adorned on his ring finger. He inspected his hand with a confused frown, which you must have noticed because you took hold of his hand.

Your own left hand sported the engagement ring he’d brought you six years ago along with your own gold band.

“Please don’t tell me you don’t remember marrying me.” You chuckled lightly.

His eyes shot up from your hands to look at you. His expression must have given away his confusion.

“I’m sorry, my mind is so hazy.” He chewed his lip.

“It’s our ten year wedding anniversary next week so I hope you put the pieces together before then.” You leant forward and kissed his forehead.

If he remembered rightly, the team had gone to Reno on June sixth meaning your wedding anniversary would be…

“I remember, my love.” He cupped your cheek with his free hand. “The wedding was already paid for when you left your ex a few weeks before the big day. And despite the fact we’d only known each other a few months, I married you in his place.”

“And I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Ten years and we’re still going strong, baby.”

Spencer let out a shaky breath.

It was probably all just an elaborate dream. But if it had been a dream, how had he managed to rewrite your history?

Somehow Spencer had changed the course of time. He’d stopped you from marrying Kyle and making a huge mistake. And because you hadn’t had your faith in marriage shattered by him, the two of you were able to be here now as husband and wife.

Spencer would never truly understand what happened, but ultimately it didn’t matter. All that mattered was he somehow had everything he’d ever wanted. It didn’t matter so much how the two of you got here, all that mattered was that you had got here.

He shuffled over in the bed to allow space for you to lay with him. You rested your head on his chest while he held you, twirling your wedding ring around your finger.

He wished he could thank Everett Lynch for blowing up that house. Because whatever happened in Reno had led him here.

Just then the door flew open and all Spencer could make out was limbs and messy, curly hair barrelling his way.

Their company climbed onto the bed and snuggled instantly between the two of you.

“Daddy you’re awake!” The small girl practically screeched.

She looked up at him and there was no denying she was his daughter. She had Spencer’s eyes, his mop of hair and his slightly awkward, lopsided smile.

“Uh…yeah I am.” Tears filled his eyes as he looked at the girl calling him daddy with all the love he had in his whole body.

“Careful, Delilah, daddy is still fragile.” You stroked her tangled hair away from her face.

Spencer closed his eyes as you and Delilah made yourselves comfortable in his bed.

Behind his closed lids, he saw you dressed in white, a large smile on your face as you walked towards him down an aisle.

He saw a sold sign outside a large house in the suburbs.

He saw two lines on a pregnancy test, your belly growing and hospital trips.

He could hear a baby crying, feel the weight of her as he was handed his new daughter for the first time.

He might not ever be able to make sense of exactly what happened to him. But Spencer did know he’d loved you before, he loved you now and he’d love you again and again, a thousand times over.

For the first time in his life, Spencer was content with things not needing an explanation. He had you and he had Delilah. And that made him the luckiest guy in any existing universe.

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Borrowed Time [Din Djarin x F!Reader]

ੈ♡˳‧₊*: • Chapter 7: The Wedding ✩࿐ ˚.✧

Summary: You are the princess of Mandalore, held hostage on your own planet by Moff Gideon and his army of Imperial troopers. Left with no choice, you send out a distress signal; a plea for protection— and who comes? None other than Din Djarin, a foundling of The Death Watch. He, by creed, is your sworn enemy. And where you have asked for his protection, he has been told by his mentor that he must marry you and gain the ability to restore Mandalore to its former glory.

Word Count: 2000>

Warnings: arranged marriage mention, angst angst angst + feelings! SO MUCH HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER.. IT’S A RIDE AND A HALF SO FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS.

AN: Please reblog to spread this around! It’s not showing up in tags! :( i think i’m still semi-shadow banned:(

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This was not how you imagined your wedding day.

Eloping wasn’t necessarily a big deal for Mandalorian’s, however, it was a big deal for Mandalorian royalty. Typically, the ruler would announce a colourful festival filled with vibrance and happiness to celebrate the occasion, and the entire planet would be in joy. There would be no conflict; just smiles and laughter and love. But ever since the Imperials took over, you honestly didn’t think you’d ever see the day of a marriage. You remembered when you were a little girl, dreaming of the dresses you’d wear on your special day. You weren’t very particular about Mandalorian gowns, although your mother, the Duchess, donned some beautiful ones. You preferred the seamstry of Nabooian dresses, even consulting with one particular handmaiden of an old queen who would send you materials to create your own garments with.

Part of you wished it had been different, but you understood that this marriage wasn’t going to be like any other. It was a marriage to protect you, to keep you safe. Marriage was typically a celebration of love, two people committing to one another for life. And Din didn’t love you, did he?

You contemplated it for a few moments but shrugged it off. Sure, he’d shown you a strange level of kindness and protection over the past few days, and he acted like he’d known you forever, but no, of course he didn’t love you. He was simply just doing his duty as a Mandalorian to protect the Mandalo’r. Only, you weren’t exactly the Mandalo’r. He still didn’t know the truth about you. You were marrying this man, and honestly? Your life as he knew it was a lie.

But Maker, you were so afraid. If he learned who you really were, he’d never protect you. He’d have no reason to. And you had to put yourself first. You had to escape Moff Gideon’s pursuit and restore Mandalore to its former glory. You couldn’t afford distraction. And Din… was probably more of a distraction than you’d care to admit.

You combed your fingers through your hair, attempting to make yourself look somewhat presentable for the ceremony. Taking a few sourberries, you squished them between your fingers and applied the pink paste it had created to your lips, adding a little colour to your face. You weren’t as glammed up as you’d like to be, but it was certainly better than you could’ve expected, given your lack of resources.

To your surprise, Grogu came waddling in, holding a bunch of pink Sachi blossom flowers. He presented them to you with the most adorable smile on his face, his small teeth poking out from the corners of his lips. Babbling away, he crawled into your lap and nuzzled his green face into your tunic.

“Din… got me these?” You asked in disbelief, unable to even imagine the Mandalorian going out of his way to pick them for you. Grogu explained that they were wildflowers which grew around Nevarro, and Din chose these ones because, well, they were pink. Your favourite colour.

He was so thoughtful.

Grogu explained to you that Din and the Armorer were ready and waiting for you by the altar, in the depths of the covert. This was it. You were about to swear your life away to this man.

Din was nervous too. He rocked backwards and forwards on his heels, the knot in his throat tightening considerably as he waited for you. The Armorer, as his mentor, did her very best to comfort him and assure him he was doing the right thing. Marrying the Mandalo’r would come with so much duty, and Din just didn’t believe he was good enough for you.

He reminded himself to push his feelings to one side. You were marrying him for your own safety. Not because you loved him. When Din heard your footsteps enter the room, his heart began to slam against his chest. He turned to face you, and was completely blown away. Suddenly, he was looking at you in a completely different light. You looked like a real-life angel. He didn’t know what it was… perhaps the way the amber candlelight basked you in the most perfect glow, your blush lips, or the way you held the flowers he’d picked especially for you, tight against your chest. Part of him thought that maybe you wouldn’t show. You were a runaway princess, afterall.

Grogu led the way as you slowly walked down the short aisle, trying your hardest to relish the moment. You offered Din a small smile of reassurance by the time you reached the altar, so he knew that you were still okay with this.

The ceremony began with the Armorer bestowing a beaded necklace, decorated with Din’s clan emblem; the Mudhorn, in sparkling silver beskar. She placed it around your neck, and explained the meaning of the Mudhorn signet. She then turned to Din, and told him that his clan of two was now officially, by Creed, a clan of three. 

As the ceremony progressed, you couldn’t help but wonder how something so wrong felt so right. You imagined your body to be rife with nerves. After all, you were marrying into your rival clan to a man who you’d only known for mere days. But you weren’t afraid and for the first time in a long time, you didn’t want to run. You were happy, here with him. You were happy to be uniting with a man like Din. 

“Have you prepared vows?” The Armorer asked, taking a step backwards and ushering for you and Din to break your distance with one another. Din slid his mustard coloured gloves from his hand and stuffed them into his utility belt. You thought, for a split second, that you saw his hands shaking, but nevertheless, he held them out for you to hold. And so you did. They were warm and calloused, the pads of his thick fingers slightly rough.

Your own fingers interlocked with his and just for once, you wished that you could see him-- see the face under that damned helmet off his.

“No,” Din said, not tearing his gaze from you. “We were going to do the traditional Mando’a vows.”

“Very well,” The Armorer replied. “Whenever you wish.”

Din swallowed thickly and squeezed your hand again. 

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” (“We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.”)

Raise warriors. You looked down at Grogu who’s dark eyes were wide with curiosity as he witnessed the ceremony. After you repeated the vows, you and Din exchanged beskar rings. 

“I’m glad I met you, Din.” you told the Mandalorian quietly. 

Din’s heart blossomed in his chest at your revelation. You hadn’t even realised that you’d been holding it in for so long. So long that ‘like’ was beginning to feel like an understatement. 

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” The Armorer declared. “I shall leave you both in peace for the night.”

She bowed down to both you and Din before whisking Grogu away and leaving the room. 

“So… I’m a prince now?” Din asked cautiously.

Your lips curled into a smile that he’d grown to adore so much. “Yeah, something like that.” you laughed. If he remained married to you after you reclaimed the Mandalorian throne, you’d be queen and well, he’d be king. Your smile quickly fell from your lips when you realised how foolish it was for you to think he’d remain married to you even after this was all over. 

“I can’t believe we’re married,” you revealed quietly, your voice shaky. Din muttered something that sounded like agreement but what he said wasn’t exactly clear. You turned away from him, feeling shame well in your stomach. “But, it’s for the best, right? And I mean, we can always separate once this is all over.”

You felt Din place his hand on your shoulder and squeeze it gently. His touch was like magic. Sure, you felt safe when he was near… but when he touched you? That was like a whole new unfamiliar sensation. You turned around to face him, and he brought both of his hands up to his beskar helmet.

He was going to take it off.

He was going to reveal himself to you.

Although you didn’t necessarily agree with the ways of the Watch, you knew that unmasking himself would be a huge deal for Din. It was only in marriage, could a Mandalorian reveal themselves to another living person. And even though your marriage to Din was extremely unconventional, he still felt the need to take off his helmet. You didn’t understand why he was voluntarily going to take off his helmet, because he certainly didn’t have too. You didn’t understand why he trusted you so much when, of course, you’d been lying to him.

The shame you were feeling flooded your entire body and became over-bearing. You didn’t think you could take it anymore… living like this with your husband and pretending to be someone you weren’t.

“No!” You blurted out, moving your hands to his helmet and stopping him from taking it off. Din stiffened up when you raised your voice in that panic tone. You noticed his change in demeanor and took a deep breath, making a conscious effort to calm down so you wouldn’t worry him. “No… I can’t let you do that.” you said.

Din was puzzled as he tried to search for answers in the expression on your face… but you weren’t exactly easy to read. 

“You-- you don’t want to see my face?”

Was he hurt? Offended? You shook your head quickly, your eyes going wide. “No, I mean yes-- I mean… I want to see your face. I’ve thought about it a lot. Believe me.”

“You’ve thought about seeing my face a lot?” Din quizzed curiously, a teasing lilt to his voice as he tilted his head. 

You scrunched up your nose and began to nervously pick at your fingernails. “Yeah, uhm-- I just… I know how important the sanctity of an unmasking is to your culture. It’s a trust exercise, is it not? To do with your loved one?”

“To do with your partner,” Din corrected. “And we, by Mandalorian Code, are now partners. A Clan of Three.”

Kriff, he was right. He was always right.

Your stomach was twisted in knots, realising that this man married you to protect you. He trusted you enough to show you his face. The same face he’d kept hidden from the rest of the world for the past thirty or so years.

He was wrong to trust you. You couldn’t let him do this, no matter how much you wanted to.

“Din,” you looked away from him, trying to avoid choking up. “I haven’t… I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

Din stood and stared at you in complete silence before proceeding. “What are you talking about?”

Why was this so hard? You wanted to scream, or curse out loud. It shouldn’t have been this hard. It’s not like you loved him. Right?

“I’m not who I say I am.” you explained, your voice shaky.

You wished now more than ever you could see his face under that damn helmet, and get some kind of judgement of how he looked. You could feel your lips trembling as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Maker, you felt sick to your core.

“I don’t understand…” Din said wearily, his voice completely modulated and monotone.

You had to do it. Just come clean.

You had to tell him the truth.

He deserved the truth.

“Din,” you sighed, exasperated and looking at him completely helplessly. “I’m not the Mandalo’r.”

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Already Gone

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Oh hohohohoho besties. You are in for it on this one. The other night I had an idea that popped into my head and to say I got carried away with it would be a gross understatement. This is the first time I've written smut in forever so bear with me as I get back in to it. I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, please feel free to send feedback!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k (oops)

Warnings: Smut, 18+ (MINORS DNI), language, ANGST (holy shit is there angst), fingering, unprotected sex (please be smarter than these two), infidelity, and I think that's about it? Please let me know if I left something off.

A/N: Thanks to my sweet, sweet friend who read through this for me and helped me fix a few things. Also I take the, MINORS DNI, warning very seriously, so please only interact if you are of age. Please have your age in your bio so I can confirm. By clicking "read more" you agree to this. I really don't want to have to block people.

The cacophonous trill of shattering glass erupted through the space. Raised voices, thick with rage, echoed off the walls. It was difficult to tell which words were coming from which mouth, the both of you overlapping as you spewed out hatred toward one another.

“What in God’s name is going on here?!” Steve shouted as he entered the room, coming back from a late night run at the most inopportune time.

“Stay the fuck out of it!” Your two voices shrilled together as you both pointed toward Steve.

You could feel your chest heaving and it almost felt as though you were foaming at the mouth. Rage was completely consuming every crevice of your body and spilling out into your actions and your words. You turned back to the object of your aggression and watched as he ran a hand through his hair and turned to walk away from you.

“You’re nothing but a coward, James Barnes. A goddamn selfish, son-of-a-bitch, coward!” You screamed with every ounce of energy you had left in your body.

The two of you had some knock-down drag-outs in your past, but it was nothing compared to this. Months of pent up feelings, insecurities, jealousies, and secrets were all coming to a head at this very moment. The last few months the two of you had been incredibly short with one another - a stark contrast from your usual loving tone. Passionate kisses became brief pecks to the cheek, midnight roaming hands became backs set to one another, and ‘i love you’s’ felt more like a habit than a genuine feeling. In your heart you feared it would come to this one day. No matter how hard you tried, how much you wanted to, you were never going to be able to fix what had been done to the man you loved. There was no amount of love in the world that could reverse the tragedy of the Winter Soldier - at least that’s what you were convinced of now.

The man in front of you turned and strode across the room, minimizing the space between the two of you. His metal hand in a fist as he brought it up to jab a finger into the middle of your chest. Pupils were blown wide, what was once a lustful look was now filled with only pure anger. As he opened his mouth to speak, spit flew into your face.

“And you are a self-righteous, ignorant, self-important bitch!”

As your eyes raked over the contorted facial features of the man standing in front of you, you realized you couldn’t recognize them. The man standing in front of you was not Bucky. It was not the man who twirled a strand of your hair when he sat with his arm behind your chair, not the man who pulled over the car to help a turtle cross the road, and definitely not the man who held you in his arms as he cried after a nightmare. The man standing in front of you was a frightening enigma of hatred and rage. This was not your Bucky. In fact, you were almost certain you lost your Bucky months ago.

* * *

You hadn’t noticed the bouncing of your knee until the man who sat beside you gently cupped it with his hand, stilling your nervous movements. It was enough to break you from your thoughts as you turned your head to meet his kind eyes.

“We don’t have to do this, you know. I’ll have them turn the car around and we’ll go back to the airport. We catch the next flight back home.” He whispered in reassurance. Even though your mind was anxiously racing, you couldn’t help but smile at the compassionate gesture.

“Of course we do,” you started, cupping his cheek with your hand as the sunlight glinted off your pristine wedding ring, “Tony was one of the most important people in my life. Plus, I’m pretty sure he would haunt me if I didn’t go to his funeral.”

8 years ago you promised yourself in the taxi ride to the airport that you would never step foot in this place again. That all changed when you got the news of Tony’s death. Your time working with the Avengers was a life-changing experience and it was all thanks to Tony. The memory of him seeking you out to work alongside Dr. Banner in the research lab was one that you could never forget. Tony was an arrogant, pompous asshole but he was undeniably a good man. You would curse yourself for the rest of your days if you let your own baggage get in the way of that.

“Alright,” your husband responded with a sigh as he squeezed your knee, “But please, promise you’ll tell me if there’s anything I can do for you.”

“Promise.” An agreement that you sealed with a kiss.

Mike was a good man, he was someone who cared for you deeply and who made you feel safe. After your transfer to the DC Shield Office, you had sworn off any more office romances. Those never ended well. That was until your path crossed with Mike. From the beginning of the relationship, you were upfront about your past issues with relationships and how you weren’t ready to dive into anything and he simply stated that he was okay with that, that he would wait.

The marriage was a happy one, Mike always playing the role of doting, caring husband. No matter how much you pushed back against him, he was always willing to give you space and to let you feel what you were experiencing. Mike was a good man. But he wasn’t him.

Your gaze left his as your eyes returned to the skyline, the familiar pressure clawing its way back to your chest. It’d been 8 years since you saw him. 8 years since you packed your bags and left the only home you’d ever truly known. Sure, you had this new life - a new husband, new friends, new job with similar duties, but there was still a piece of you that was missing. A piece you knew could never possibly be filled again. You had come to terms with that, slowly, but it had happened eventually. Now that you were back, you knew you were going to have to see him again - see all of them again. While a lot of good memories resided within this area, there was a hell of a lot of pain that went along with it. All you could do in that moment was remind yourself that you were here for Tony - to honor his memory and pay your respects. You didn’t owe anything else to anyone else. Something in your chest, however, told you that wouldn’t be the way things played out.

* * *

The service was beautifully executed. It was obvious that Pepper had poured her heart and soul into ensuring that Tony Stark was remembered as he should have been. The walls of your heart tightened as you saw Pepper clutching their young daughter to her side. Although Tony had made a lot of mistakes in his life, he spent his last years making sure to do good and to make things right. While it felt like a hot knife had been stabbed into your chest as you said goodbye to a once dear friend, you took solace in knowing that Tony was so loved by so many. That his legacy would live on in so many different ways. And that Pepper was there to say goodbye.

It had been your plan to attend the service and then leave immediately after it had ended. Of course, life has a funny way of never doing quite what we want it to.

It was Sam who stopped you first, pulling you into a tight hug against his form as your fingers gripped his jacket. Sam, being the angel he was, never once mentioned anything from the past and instead expressed his happiness with seeing you again and learning that you were doing well. The one thing Sam was not good at however, was keeping his mouth shut. Word quickly traveled through the crowd of your attendance and one by one old friends began to find you. Wanda didn’t have much to say but kept you in a grateful embrace while you expressed your condolences for Vision. In a shocking turn of events, It was actually Peter who was the most difficult to see. The once bright, happy-go-lucky, smiling boy was visibly devastated - heavy dark bags lingered under his eyes and his glow had been severely dimmed by the loss of his mentor. You couldn’t help but cry as you held him in your arms, expressing to him how proud of him Tony was and how he’d told you just that on several occasions.

After the hellos, the hugs, and the reminiscing you had told yourself that was it, that you were going to leave. It was then that Pepper stopped you with a soft hand on your shoulder, a kind smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and a warm embrace. After a pause of silence, she pulled away and invited you and Mike to stay for the gathering that had been planned following the service. Your mind screamed at you, begging you to politely decline - tell her you had to get back to DC, that you had a flight already booked that you couldn’t miss, that you had important business to get back to.

“Of course, Pepper. We’d love to.”

* * *

The gathering was exactly what Tony would have wanted. It was family and friends gathered around eating and drinking, but most of all - it was a bunch of people talking about Tony Stark.

You told Mike before the two of you arrived that you would stay for 20 minutes tops. That it simply would be out of respect for Pepper and once you felt your presence had been noted that the two of you would slip out unnoticed in the sea of people.

That was 2 hours ago.

Laughs came easy, tears flowed frequently, and stories were shared amongst friends. Surprising to you, it felt good to be around these people again. A familiar pang of home would hit you every now and again as you reconnected with those who you hadn’t seen in years. You introduced Mike to your old friends, who welcomed him warmly and with open arms. What you had thought would be a stressful, gut-wrenching day had actually turned out to be a joyful celebration of life. The day had been progressing smoothly and you wanted to chastise yourself for being so pessimistic.

That was, until you saw him.

Hands stuffed into the pockets of a black bomber jacket, long chestnut hair falling onto his shoulders, and a familiar collection of facial hair decorating the lower half of his face. He looked as terrible as you felt at the beginning of the day. Dark circles had only grown more prominent beneath his beautiful blue eyes and the corners of his lips were drawn down in a permanent frown. You couldn’t help but notice that he’d lost a considerable amount of weight. The once broad, thick man was now far more lean and toned than you ever remember him being.

A breath caught in your throat as the cerulean eyes met yours. Unable to stop yourself, you shoved your drink into Mike’s chest and hurried off to the nearest bathroom. Barely making it in time, you emptied your day’s stomach contents into the toilet. Breathing heavily, you fought back sobs as they threatened to leave your throat. To anyone else, it may seem you were simply grieving the loss of your friend, perhaps taking it harder than most. Oh how you wish that were the case.

You knew it would be difficult to see him again, but you didn’t expect it to feel as though someone had set your entire body ablaze. The heavy feeling of grief, anxiety, and stress from the beginning of the day was crushing your lungs, your stomach still trying to lurch although it had nothing left to give up, and tears burned the rims of your eyes. As you cleaned yourself up and flushed the toilet, you exited the stall to wash your hands and rinse your mouth. You tried to convince yourself it was the entire day's worth of emotions that had led you to this moment. That man no longer had this kind of hold on you - you had moved on. Or, so you thought.

Slowly, your gaze met your reflection in the mirror. The woman there looked worn and tired, like she had been fighting a raging war that she had been losing miserably. Mascara had begun to run down the apples of her cheeks and lipstick was smeared across her mouth. A heavy sigh left your lips as you did your best to make yourself more presentable. A shaky hand entered your clutch as you retrieved your lipstick and applied another layer. You gave yourself a final once-over and decided that your current appearance was as good as it was going to get. Just as you were going to turn around and return to the party there was movement in the mirror that caught your eye. The door was being pushed open from the outside. You turned to protest, to let the intruder know that the bathroom was occupied.

“Excuse me, sorry, there’s someone--”

It felt as though all the air had been taken from your lungs and your heart threatened to beat out of your chest as you came face to face with the man you had tried so hard, for so long, to forget. It was as though you were frozen in time, as if he were Medusa - turning you instantly to stone. Logically, the thing to do would be to tell him to get out or for you to leave the bathroom so that he could occupy the space alone. However, all you could do was stand and watch as he closed the bathroom door behind him, as his fingers closed around the lock and clicked it into place.

Then it was just the two of you. Bodies unmoving, aside from the rapid rise and fall of your chests in tandem. The air felt 100 degrees warmer than it had when you were alone. The silence, paired with the thump of your heartbeat, was deafening to your ears. You were hyper-aware of his gaze as he studied you the way you had him not minutes before. His eyes finally met yours once more and there was a poignant silence before he finally spoke.

“Can’t believe you still have that dress.”

Your eyes blinked a few times, brain trying to process his words and the situation you had currently found yourself to be in. You looked down to the front of your dress and smoothed your hands down it. How could you have gone the whole day without realizing that the dress you were wearing had been a gift from Bucky on your first anniversary? You were positive you had rid yourself of anything even remotely related to him. In fact, you distinctly recall dumping a box of momentos into a barrel and tossing a lit match inside. You don’t remember making the conscious decision to keep the dress, or why you would have made the decision. Now here you were - mere feet away from the man who had put it on and so delicately took it off of you many times.

“S’perfectly good dress. Shouldn’t go to waste.” Was all you could muster as a response in that moment.

The man before you took a step forward and you took a step back, hips coming into contact with the cold marble counter of the sink.

“Thought I’d never see you again. Y’look...different.” His gaze roaming its way down your body once more.

As his eyes landed on the diamond ring nestled onto the 4th finger of your left hand, you felt a lump begin to form in your throat.

“Congratulations.” His words were cold. Inauthentic. “He’s a lucky guy.”

“What the fuck are you doing in here, James?” The words were supposed to be sharp, but instead came out shaky and insecure.

“Saw you out there, starin’ at me. Guess I just wanted a closer look at you.”

By the end of the sentence he had closed the gap between the two of you even more, chests threatening to bump one another. His metal hand slowly reached forward and brushed a piece of hair off your shoulder. The cool appendage felt like fire against your skin and you know he heard the way you sharply inhaled, but you just couldn’t help it. You swallowed hard, head reeling and knees trying to buckle beneath you when you felt his cool palm cup your fiery cheek. It took everything in your body to avert your eyes from him, especially when you felt him even closer than before - warm breath fanning the expanse of your face. Why was he doing this? What was he going to accomplish? The fight or flight response in your body was screaming at you to push him away and run, but you didn’t.

“I’ve thought about you every day since you left, sweets. There’s not a moment that passes by where you’re not on my mind.”

Your eyes closed tightly, tears now welling up and spilling over.

“Everything you said about me that night was true. I am a coward. A coward who lost the best fuckin’ thing that ever happened to his sorry, broken ass.”

A small sob escaped your chest as your hand flew to your mouth, failing to keep it from tumbling out. Bucky found a loose thread and was slowly unraveling everything you’d worked toward in the last 8 years, every step toward progress and peace that you had worked so hard to find.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, doll” Bucky was now fully cupping your face with his large, calloused hands, “I’m so sorry that you fell in love with someone like me - a broken son of a bitch who never got put back together. I’m sorry that I hurt you so badly. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you the way I promised I would. I’m sorry that -”

In a moment of weakness, before he could finish his sentence, you were crashing your lips to his. There was nothing else that existed in your world - there was only you and there was only Bucky. Seemingly moving on their own accord, your hands found their way into his hair, grasping wildly for something to hold on to. As your fingers tugged on his roots, Bucky let out a deep moan into the kiss, sending a shiver down your spine.

The kiss was sloppy and desperate, all tongue and teeth. It was a balance of dominance between the two of you - although you were the one who initiated the kiss, Bucky was the first one to gain access to the inside of your mouth, and you were the first to tug his lower lip between your teeth. A pathetic mewl left your lips as Bucky’s mouth began trailing wet kisses across your jaw and down the column of your throat. The heartbeat in your ears from earlier was much worse now, making your head throb in pain. Every nerve ending in your body felt as though it was on fire and a small voice in the back of your head kept pleading with you to stop. For a moment you entertained the idea of shoving him off and telling him to fuck off, but that was before he started sucking that spot on your neck that he knew drove you mad. It was your turn to moan this time as you involuntarily arched your back, pressing yourself up against his firm torso.

You knew the way that you were tugging on the strands of his hair had to be incredibly painful but it only seemed to urge Bucky to continue. A soft gasp tumbled past your lips as you felt Bucky’s thigh push against your aching core. The sensation had you digging your fingernails into the back of his jacket as you finally released your grip on his hair. Before you could stop yourself, you could feel your hips grinding yourself down against his clothed thigh. Your dress had been pushed up around your waist, now only a small piece of cloth covering you as you desperately chased a high.

“I shoulda never let you go. Shoulda been at the airport to stop you before you got on that plane.”

His teeth sunk into your pulse point once more, earning himself another moan from your lips. The sting was soon replaced with the cool sensation of his tongue tracing the marks he had left.

“I love you, doll. I haven’t ever stopped lovin’ you.”

“Show me,” you whimpered pathetically against his shoulder, “show me you love me, Bucky. Please.”

An audible breath caught in his throat as he pulled himself back to look at you. Your chest was heaving, make-up smeared once more, and your pupils were blown wide with lust. You obviously weren’t able to see the look you gave him, but judging by the way he looked back at you it was fair to say you looked broken, pathetic, and desperate for him. The eyes looking back at you had the softness to them that you remember, the strokes of his hands against your body contained the passion that you’d so been longing for, and the tone in his voice told you that he was desperate for you too.

Within seconds your feet were lifted from the ground and your ass made contact with the cold, wet countertop. There wasn’t a lot of room, objects were scattered onto the floor and others were left to push into your hips with aggressive force, but you just didn’t care. It was impossible to care when Bucky moved your knees apart and dragged a finger along your clothed pussy. The sensation made your head fall back against the mirror with a hard thud but you couldn’t feel any of the pain from it at all. The only thing you felt was the way electricity rippled through your body when he used his thumb to apply pressure to your aching clit. Bucky groaned and rested his forehead against yours, lips slightly parted as he felt your need for him growing.

“So wet for me, just like I remember. Lemme make you feel good, sweets, hmm?” He had leaned forward to whisper softly in your ear as his teeth grazed your lobe.

It was you who reached down and shoved your panties down your thighs, meeting a surprised look from Bucky as he helped you drag them down to hang around your ankle. Bucky’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he hooked his hands underneath your knees to spread your legs open for him. Another groan came from him, this time more guttural than the last. You felt small underneath his gaze and the cool air in the bathroom brushing across your soaking core made you shiver.

Your hand flew to your mouth to suppress the noises you made as his finger slipped through your folds, running up and down to collect your wetness.

“More. God. Please, Buck. Need more.” You whined, attempting to roll your hips against his hand to find any form of friction that you could.

“Anything for you, baby.” He whispered as he gently inserted a finger inside of you. The two of you moaned in tandem.

There was a brief moment of embarrassment with the way your walls immediately clenched around his finger and the way his finger immediately found that soft spot. It was shortly replaced with a feeling of ecstasy. Bucky captured your lips with his to swallow your moans as he added another finger. The way his fingers were curling and pumping inside of you already had you close to the edge. Bucky pulled back and held your gaze as he added pressure to your clit with his thumb, circling the area as his fingers continued to repeatedly hit that spot inside of you.

“Please, please don’t stop.” You begged as you felt the pressure building within the lower part of your body.

“S’okay. I’m right here.” Bucky’s other hand was cradling the back of your head as he whispered to you. “I know you’re close. Can feel you squeezin’ me. You can let go for me, I got you.”

As your eyes met his, foreheads pressed together, you finally came apart. The white hot sensation tears through you as your legs quake. You squeeze your eyes shut and allow Bucky to help you ride through your orgasm as he peppers light kisses along your neck.

“I almost forgot how pretty you look when you cum.”

You whine at the emptiness and loss of contact when Bucky removes his fingers from your center. As your eyes flutter open you see him push the fingers into his mouth and suck them clean. The look on his face was euphoric.

“God. Almost forgot how fuckin’ sweet you taste too.”

Mustering up all the strength you had, you sat up and pulled him closer by his belt. The two of you worked together to rid him of his pants and boxers. Your hand wrapped around him, thumb swiping the red tip and using the pre-cum to help lubricate as you pumped your hand down his length. Bucky’s jaw clenched as he moaned at the sensation. Just as you were going to leave the counter, you felt his hands grabbing your shoulders and halting your movements.

“Maybe a different time, sweets. But right now I gotta be inside you.”

You caught your bottom lip as you nodded and released your hold on him. Bucky’s hands wrapped around your thighs as he pulled your hips to the edge of the sink. The metal hand left your thigh as he grabbed himself at the base and pushed his length through your folds. The two of you once more shared a moan at the sensation. As he lined himself up with your entrance, your hands wrapped around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. The next thing you felt was the familiar sting of his cock stretching your walls as he slid into you. Your lips left his and your forehead found itself pressed against his once more. Both of you panting heavily as neither of you dared to speak a word.

Following a moment of silence, allowing your body time to stretch to accommodate him, you nodded slowly as to signal to him that it would be okay for him to move. His thrusts were slow and calculated at first, as if he was attempting to regain his memory of your body - one that he once knew so well. You couldn’t help but dig your fingernails into his shoulder as you held on to him for dear life, subconsciously afraid that if you were to let go of him he’d be gone again forever.

“Faster, Bucky. Please.” You whimpered into his ear as you took his earlobe between your teeth and nibbled softly.

A low growl left his chest as he grabbed your hips and lifted you off the counter, moving slightly so that he could cage your body against the wall. You wrapped your legs firmly around his waist, locking them at the ankle. His thrusts became faster, deeper, and it was apparent he had gained his confidence back.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby. Just the way I remember.” He grunted as he dug his fingers harder into your hips.

His lips were on yours again, this time tears were starting to decorate the corners of your eyes. The pleasure, the regret, the passion, the guilt - every feeling was building up along with your orgasm. Bucky pulled away from the kiss to tap on your bottom lip with two of his fingers, which you greedily accepted into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his digits until he pulled them out and used them to circle your clit. The added pleasure was almost too much to handle.

“C’mon, baby. Wanna cum with you. Can you do that for me, huh?” Bucky whimpered, his thrusts beginning to falter from the calculated snaps he was giving you before.

All you could do was nod your head quickly as the pressure steadily increased, bringing you to the brink of your second orgasm.

“I love you. I love you. I love you so fuckin’ much, oh my god.” Bucky grunted as the two of you reached your peak together.

You leaned forward to bite down on his shoulder and suppress the scream that left your mouth as pleasure erupted through your body. The two of you assisted each other through the high of your release and you felt your ass make contact with the cool countertop once more.

The only noise present in the space was your heavy breathing and a small dripping noise that came from the sink. Bucky’s final words before he came replayed in your head over and over again as you attempted to slow your breathing and bring yourself back down to earth. Your body shuttered slightly as Bucky slipped himself out of you. As you sat up, you noticed he was looking around the bathroom.

“Shit, sweets. I don’t think there’s anything I can use to help clean you up.” He sighed and turned to meet your gaze that was locked upon him.

“It’s fine, Buck. Not a big deal.”

Bucky bent over and helped you pull your panties back on before he redressed himself. Neither of you spoke for what felt like eternity.

“I-...” You muttered finally, “I love you too, Buck. I thought I was over you, I thought I moved on but...I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop loving you no matter how hard I try.”

Bucky reached out to stroke your cheek with the back of his hand as he listened to you lament to him. His eyes were soft and caring and you could almost swear he was looking into the depths of your soul.

“I think —“

Your conversation was cut short by the sound of knocking at the bathroom door.

“Hey, are you okay in there? Do you need anything?” Mike’s voice had your entire body flooded with the shame of your infidelity. In one swift movement, you were on the floor and turning the sink on to make it appear you were just washing your hands.

“Y-yeah I’m fine! Just finishing up! I’ll find you out there in a minute!” You squeaked.

Mike seemed to pause for a moment before you heard his footsteps retreat from the bathroom door. A wave of relief washed over you, but it was only temporary. As soon as you were relaxed the gravity of the situation you were in was clouding you once more.

“I have to go. I can’t give him any reason to think he needs to come in here.” Bucky nodded, eyes not leaving yours as you spoke while collecting yourself, “but we need to..we should..we have to address this. Later.”

“I agree.”

“Our flight leaves tomorrow night. I’ll...see what I can come up with as far as an excuse. Then we can put this to bed for good.”

“Absolutely, sweets.”

The nickname made your knees buckle once more as you sighed.

“Goodbye, James.”

You finally tore your eyes from his as you unlocked the door and slipped out of the bathroom. In reality, however, you knew this really wasn’t goodbye. Not even close.

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[callsignavalon]

BNHA characters react to you flinching at their voice/touch

warnings: y/n clearly has been abused in this situation so pretty much abuse/trauma behind abuse, flinching, trauma in general, crying,

| bakugo x reader, izuku x reader, hawks x reader, shigarki x reader, kirishima x reader, dabi x reader, all might x reader, aizawa x reader |

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Bakugo

- Is naturally loud as fuck so when you flinched he was like ???

- Wouldn’t hesitate to come over and see what he did wrong

- probably very angry at first because he hates whoever would hurt his girl

- calms down enough to hold you

- He’s a softy, but only for you so he’d definitely ask if he had to kill someone

- Would call you a stupid nerd and reassure you that he’ll literally never hurt you, like ever

Bakugo is a very animated person, extremely loud, and always throwing his hands around. So when he had reached out his hand to pull you in for a kiss and noticed your entire body flinch he got pissed. Not at you, but at the idea someone had ever hurt you. He let out a growl, noticing you grab his hand to calm him.

“Don’t do that nerd, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He said, letting you pull yourself against his body. “You don’t have to tell me kitten, but I’ll fucking send them straight to hell if you want.”

“No, just want you to hold me. Sorry for flinching..” Fucking hell. Those words hurt him, he wanted to hurt whoever made you feel this way.

“I’d never hurt you, fucking nerd. C’mon and lay down with me, can’t have you all sad for me.”

Izuku

- immediately would take notice of what he did and literally never do it again

- would kiss your head and say it’s okay

- warm blankies and soft cuddles

- literally apologize and give constant reassurance

- forehead kisses

- most definitely thinks up a plan to make you feel comfy 100% of the time

What did i do? Deku was panicking and trying to find the source of what had you crying. “What did I do princess? Please talk to me.” He begged, sitting beside you. “I didn’t mean to scare you love bug..” He was way too gently and caring, it made you cry harder that he’d even think he did something wrong. So when you explained your past, he gave you a soft forehead kiss and got up, coming back with your favorite hoodie of his. He picked you up, held you close and cuddled with you for hours. He whispered about how he’d always protect you, then would give a few soft kisses over your face before reassuring that you were okay. He promised himself from that moment on he’d do anything he could to never let you feel that way again.

Hawks

- would probably cry

- absolute softie, he’d wrap you up between his wings

- wouldn’t let you leave his arms until you stopped crying

- secretly planning to find the person who hurt you and kill, fight them

When you admitted to Hawks why you were always so flinch around him he almost cried. You were sitting on his lap, little tears falling as he just wrapped you both in the warmth of his wings. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you little bird.” He kissed your shoulder, a few tears falling from his own cheeks as he held you close. He felt hurt that someone could ever bring harm to his favorite person in the whole world, and he’d do his best to never make you feel unsafe again. “I got you little bird..” He reassured as his arms cradled you in the warmth of his wings, tempted to keep you there forever.

Shigaraki

- used to people flinching at him, but is definitely confused

- feels bad because its you

- tries to be comforting, kinda sucks at it

- puts you in his lap and plays video games until you wanna talk about it

- promises to kill them if you want him to

“What? Did you really think I’d use my quirk on you?” He was honestly a little annoyed, never imaging the words you told him next. Someone had hurt you? His world, the only thing he felt was keeping him grounded to the small amount of sanity he had left? His blood boiled. “I’m not against murder, I can make it slow an painful if you’d like?” he suggested, tilting his head like a puppy to watch you. When he didn’t get a response, he got up from his gaming chair, picked you up and placed you comfortably in his lap. He didn’t say anything else, just wrapped his arms around you and let you nuzzle his neck as he played his game.

Kirishima

- probably cries about it later

- feels super bad because he literally would never hurt you

- lots of cuddles

- now understands a lot more about why you are the way you are

- gives you a heating pad and tea

- probably confused but wants to do whatever he can

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asks gently, leaning down to sit in front of you. “Are you okay?” He was super confused right now. He had never seen you do that before, and definitely didn’t wanna see it again. You looked so heartbroken when your eyes met with his, and you poured out all those built up emotions to him. He felt sad. He didn’t understand why you always seemed standoffish in a lot of situations, but now a lot of pieces about you were clicking together. “I don’t .. I don’t really know what to do.” He admits, taking your hand. “How about your favorite heating pad and I make your favorite tea?” He suggests, pulling away from the hug he had you in. It took everything in him not to cry as he got some fixed up for you. Why would anyone ever hurt such a precious Angel?

Dabi

- doesn’t know what to do or say

- makes a joke about how he was abused

- gives you kisses and says you’re too sensitive

- offers to murder them

- probably wants to fuck so you arent sad

- literally the worst at being comforting but does what he can

Silence. Pure silence. What was he supposed to do? Give you a hug and say it’s gonna be okay? “Hey uh,,” he slightly kicks your foot, a teasing grin on his face. “Ya know, my dad was emotionally and mentally and probably super physically abusive but I’ve blocked most of that out and turned it into silent rage.. I don’t know if that helps but I’m completely okay.” He says, making you break into a smile as you lean up to hug him. “Shut uppp, you’re too sensitive doll.” He murmurs, kissing your forehead. “Want me to fuck you better? I’m not good at this emotional shit.”

All Might

- big sad

- used to people being intimated by his size but wants to cry when you flinch

- has noticed it for a long time and just casually picks you up to hold you

- is very comforting and makes sure your feelings are heard

- cuddles for hours

Oh my god. She’s crying, you’re crying. Why are you crying? Why did you look like a broken doll shattered in front of him. You had just spilled out a ton of emotions after all might had accidentally made you flinch which resulted into a full blown panic attack in front of him. It wasn’t the first time he had noticed you do this, but the first time you ever admitted to what had happened to you. “It’s okay pretty.. I’m never gonna let anyone touch you again. You’re safe with me .. now lets cuddle, you can even wear my cape.” He says and lifts you into his arms.

Aizawa

- flinches at seeing you flinch

- asks if he can hold you

- talks about what’s going on

- burrito blankets

- holds you for hours

- makes sure to tell you it’s okay and not your fault

“Hey..” he said, sitting next to you after you had admitted to him what made you so anxious and nervous around him. “Is it okay if I hold you? We can just sit back and get all curled up in the blankets..” he wasn’t normally this emotional, but he cared deeply for you and it was hard to see you this way. Of course you immediately nuzzled him, laying in the bed and getting all rolled up. He lets you talk about it for hours, mumbling gentle things to make you feel safe. “None of this is your fault kitten.. than you for telling me about it..”

a/n /writers perspective: never been physically abused but emotionally/mentally and I react to voices by flinching, I react to peoples hands coming near me with flinching so I do have a small insight on how one feels.

Published: 3 February 2021

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[cryptiql]

untitled god song

pairing: bakugou/m!reader (trans reader in mind you can see it if you squint but can also be read as cis)

words: 2k

warnings: themes of religious trauma, homophobia, mentions of blood, the author projecting their mommy issues

a/n: this is purely self indulgent, don't mind me 😩✋ (written in first person)

i wish i had known him before the pain started. perhaps it is a fools dream to think that his presence would have solved anything, and it is likely that he might blown me sky high at the time, if given the chance, but i often ponder his place in my narrative. he is nothing less than a king—nay, a god—and what else am i to be except his humble servant, adoring him in the only way i've been taught?

i would bruise my knees as i kneel for him, and should he turn me away, i shall be lost and without purpose. but he does not, and instead, he snorts out a laugh and pulls me to my feet, roughly squeezing my cheeks together with a shit-eating grin. he'll tell me a joke i've heard a thousand times, and yet i laugh with him anyways, the pads of my fingers idly tapping the pulse on his wrists.

"dumbass, at least take me out to dinner first."

i never thought i'd ache to hear such a demeaning nickname, but it's like birdsong to my ears, and i long for the myriad of butterflies it provokes.

i would heed his every word like a faithful disciple, and—if i knew he would not use this power for the wrong reasons—carry it out without question. he'll roll his eyes at the notion, far too prideful at the idea of being praised, and card hands through my hair, gripping softly. "right. and if i told you to go to bed before five in the morning, would you listen?"

my smiles are genuine, as they all are with him.

"no." i wish my mother had been more open-minded; more loving to those she claimed were goners. maybe then, i could still call her my mother, and not a snarled version of her first name steeped in vinegar. maybe she could have met him, and maybe she would have keeled over in the process, but that is how we put it "killing two birds with one stone".

he was a fallen angel if ever i saw one—emblazoned in smog and ravenous inferno, the pieces of child-like innocence turning to ash. something happened to him when he was a kid, just as all gifted children, and oh, what a fool i was to let my gaze dawdle on his gorgeous form. but i will never regret it—no, not ever—for there is no such feeling that can compare to his eyes on mine, burning with a mind-fogging intensity.

it was instantaneous, the moment my thoughts turned on me with malicious intent, her voice ringing out like a gunshot.

you'll never be him.

his hand slots with mine perfectly; deliciously warm and comforting in a way i haven't felt in years; and hauls me up, the flecks of dirt and rubble from the road clinging to my jeans.

"watch it, pretty boy. i won't always be here to save you, y'know."

my heart batters against my ribs like a caged bird, screeching and wailing to be set free, and i wonder in a haze if i've died. judgement day must have come early, i think, not realizing that it was spoken aloud until the blonde quirks a brow inquisitively. he does not speak on the matter, but continues on his merry way, leaving my helpless; hopelessly enamored; and praying that we will meet again.

no, i could never be him. but i am like him. he has a sureness in his walk and fervor in the way he talks that is only recognizable when i look in the mirror. and we do meet again. it is a shame, however, that i must burden him with the weight of my past. i remember too often the troubles of my youth, even when all has passed into fleeting memories that haunt me as ghosts do to an abandoned house. yet, i still live in this house, and the ghosts are here to keep me company.

i remember the church, first and foremost; nestled between the barren country road and the outback; a beacon of hope to all those who stood in its doors. the luster of freshly polished wood still sits in my mind, accompanied by the echoing remnants of dulcet tones and multicolored bands of light, glaring from the stained glass windows and dancing across the musty carpet floor. the doddering pews were just as uncomfortable as the poorly padded chairs squatting in the front row, but every sunday, they were filled to the brim with hungry worshippers. they sang praise as though they were starved, but i was too young to understand for what. i am older now, and i still don't understand. all i know is that despite its reputation, the church was a cursed place, and i should never set foot in it again lest i go mad. i remember the creaking stairs which lead downstairs, and the winding halls that reeked of torment where shadows loomed. the paint was corroding and foul, and my conscious always loitered too long on the merlot stain on the ceiling; its origin unknown, but nevertheless urging my stomach to twist with nausea.

i remember the feeling of tall grass grazing my ankles; itching horribly from the old moth-eaten socks i was forced to wear. it had become second nature—running and hiding from my problems, from the church, from her. i shall never know a greater animosity than the likes that my mother encouraged, although unintentionally, with her pressuring views and sickeningly sweet smile. it's fake, and i would know, because ours are the same.

we are too similar, and i am sickened by the fact. will i become the wretched woman she is? will i fail to be the father i've dreamt of being? it is an easy thing to fall prey to haunting questions, and it serves as brain rot for every moment of silence that leaves me clawing at my skin, trying to reap the memory of her touch. then i began to think—about nothing and everything—and it does not stop. i will be kind; unforgivingly so, and without biased judgement; like my mother never was, and i'll make her hate me for it. i will grow in leaps and bounds, not for her sake or for god's, but for mine, as it always should have been. i will drink and curse with reckless abandon and kiss who i damn well please, because in no life does she have have the power to make me something i'm not. why should i feel sorry when the tears she wept were forged by my own blood; by the childhood memories locked away to rot in my subconscious? yes, she has suffered too, but it is through clenched teeth and raw-bitten lips that i must confess this, for her suffering was born in me and grew from a seedling into a thorned flower, nourished by her hatred and mine. she'll tell me the lie of all mothers before her: that she knows best, and i'll never know joy that is not from my savior's gracious hands.

one day, when she lies not with words but in silence, under worm-filled earth and withering pastures, i'll tell her that she was right. i'll tell her, with his hand in mine, that my savior arrived with hellfire in his eyes and fury unrelenting. his tongue holds venom that would make the devil blush, but he tastes of a sinful sweetness that i've drowned in more times than i care to count.

mother you should know, my god is like no other. he has a broad chest and muscles, i attest, that are sculpted like fine marble and smooth to the test.

my god is a man who loves other men, unashamedly; in all that is true; and kisses me like real people do. and i know it sounds silly, and a bit cliché, and he'd surely make a mockery of me if ever he heard, but i love him. i love him as passionately as you she does lord above, and it is a crime in itself how much i crave him, so yes, i will burn for this—not because my mother said so or by the ancient script that foretells it, but because i promise it. i promise to let neither hell or high water deter me from that which gives me life, and i'll do so with a ring.

"you hear that mom?" i'll whisper in the dead of night, his body flushed against mine in the most delightful way; his fingers curled into my nightshirt, pulling me closer as listless mumbles fall from his parted lips. he is dead to the world amid his dream ridden stupor, but still leans into my touch when i smooth back the wild tufts of hair to kiss his forehead.

"i'm gonna marry him." part of me wishes she didn't live on the other side of the planet, just so i could rub it in her face, but i won't give her the satisfaction of seeing me again. i won't let her think she's won, because i know, and katsuki knows, that he and i are one in the same.

i do not know who i should thank for my stubbornness, be it my mother or my father, so i will thank the pain they both caused me, for it made me stronger than they ever could. no, i did not become a better person, because the scars have yet to heal from how deep they cut, and the smell of blood still lingers, and i am angrier than i once was, but i cherish my wounds. the stench of my agony has long since been subdued, and i have learned to swallow the sickness it evokes. and yes, this anger is unhealthy and i've chosen not to purge it from my mind like the weed it is, but how lucky am i to have found one whose malice rivals my own?

the tales of his glory have littered my notebooks in smudged ink. you would hate him, is scrawled messily on the last page, but i only feel giddy with excitement. you would hate him for his spite and his unapologetic behavior, and that is why he's perfect. he's everything you hate about this world, but everything i love.

so when she gets to heaven and asks the angels "why?", they'll tell her it was him who made the devil cry. him, who held me like she should have—could have, if she hadn't terrified me—and who chased the nightmarish visions of her from my weary mind with his callous palms and soft-spoken reassurances. i wish i had known him when we were young; when things were not so simple and i needed a hand to hold; but i suppose we'll have to settle for faded photographs and stories told through the bitter aroma of alcohol. that's more than enough, i muse to myself, legs hooked over his as i rest my head on his shoulder, keening softly at the gentle scrape of his nails on my scalp. his arms wind around my waist as he mutters something along the lines of "i love you", his lips curling into a smile, illuminated by the televisions glow.

so when they ask of my religion, i will think of only him. i will recall the way he looks at me, the sound of my name on his tongue, the feeling of his lips trailing between the valley of my breast; featherlight, cautious and unfitting for a man of his nature. i've written songs of praise, all dedicated to him, and if only he knew, oh how smug he would be. but i love him, i love him, i love him. and when he spins me around like a marionette, it is with overwhelming pride and joy that i tell him this, and with rose hued cheeks and bashful grumbles, he tells me the same. so mother, wherever you are, i hope you know i've found my god.

#💥.katsuki #bakugou x trans reader #bakugou x trans male reader #bakugou x male reader #katsuki bakugou x male reader #male reader insert #mha x male reader #boku no hero x reader #bakugou x you #trans reader

[wesimpforxiao]

Say My Name and I’ll Be There: 5.3

"Oh? I didn't realize I would have visitors today," a mysterious blonde entered the cave, and you tensed despite the pain shooting through your shoulder.

"Oh, hey Albedo!" Paimon greeted in a cheerful voice.

"Aether, may I inquire to the reasons you've stopped by?  I don't recall sending for you recently."  Albedo set his bag on the table and unloaded it's contents haphazardly. He handled his drawings with care, unlike the rest of the vials and glasses of unknown substances.

"We were running from the Fatui," he scratched his head and avoided the alchemist's knowing smirk.

"I'm not even surprised at this point.  Why, you seem to have a honing instinct when it comes to--" His eyes landed on your bloody shoulder.  "--them.  Are you alright, Miss?"

"Me?"  It was a stupid response considering you were the only girl in the room, but his sudden shift in attention threw you off.  "U-uh, yeah.  Bennett patched me up."

"Hi, Albedo!"  Bennett waved excitedly at the familiar Mondstatian.

Albedo returned with a nod, and walked towards you.  "If you don't mind, I would like to take a look at your injury."

"Oka--Ow!"  You bit your tongue when he quickly placed a hand against your injured arm without exercising much caution.  Xiao took a step toward him in response.  

"Apologies." Albedo removed his hand and caught the sudden amber glow that enveloped your eyes, and leaned forward to inspect them.  His supposed guilt for agitating your wound was instantly transformed into curiosity.

H-he's really close, you found yourself leaning backwards to ensure a safe distance from his face.

"That's peculiar," he commented, seemingly more interested in your glowing eyes than your injury now.  "I haven't seen anything like this before.  May I run some tests?"

"What kind of tests?"  Xiao's protectiveness took over and he hid you behind him.  First the Fatui, and now this stranger?  Just how many people were after the two of you?

"Don't worry, he's safe," Paimon teased the concerned yaksha and immediately earned a glare from him.

"For the most part," Bennett and Aether finished under their breaths and made nervous eye contact.

"A simple experiment for the sake of science," Albedo stood and gathered a few cotton swabs from one of the cabinets, then a small needle.  He carefully sanitized it before returning to you.  "Are you also like Aether?"  He only referred to the otherworldliness of the traveler.

"No, I'm from Teyvat."  You watched him as he placed swiped a cotton swab against the drying blood on your shoulder.  He in turn watched for a reaction in your eyes, but found nothing.  He repeated the same procedure, this time closer to your pulsating stitches.  Your muscles tensed at the faint dull pain.  A faint glow emanated in your irises and even though it was barely noticeable he still managed to catch it.

"I see," he nodded to your answer and placed the swabs in separate vials.  Then, while you were still focused on his face, grabbed the small needle.  He turned to face you again.  "How long have your eyes been doing that?"

"Not that long," you caught Xiao's silent warning of 'do not speak of this' out of the corner of your eye.  "Er, I don't know."

Albedo also glanced in the direction of the man that was so obviously overprotective of you and realized the two of you had the exact same eye color.  He didn't say anything about that, though.  "I see."  He quickly pricked your shoulder with the needle when you had your guard down, and you almost backhanded him out of pure instinct.

"Ow!"  You glared at him, and annoyance bubbled inside you when he smiled back in both satisfaction and awe.  

"Experiment one is complete."  He stood and made his way to the table with the three vials of cotton swabs.  Then he proceeded to pour separate liquids into each, shake them gently, and place them back down on the table.  He watched the mixtures settle.

"What do you mean, 'complete?'" You growled and dabbed the miniscule blood off of your skin.

"Your eyes glow in response to pain," he stated simply as he eyed the vials.  "A strange reaction that is tied to a human's fight-or-flight response.  I wonder what else they react to."  Once the mixtures settled, he inspected them with the utmost attention.  He wrote his notes down on a sheet of paper.

"Well?"  Aether joined him at the table.

"May I take a sample from you as well?"  Albedo immediately turned to Xiao, who stood to your left.

"No."  I don't like this at all.  His eyes downcast to you, conflicted.

"Alright, then.  Do your eyes also glow?"

"No."

Albedo looked to you for confirmation, and you shook your head.  Hm, perhaps it is just a coincidence that they have the same eyes, then.  He returned his gaze to the samples.  "What strange results," he murmured to himself.  "You say you are human, yet your blood..."  It isn't like mine or Aether's DNA, either.  What biological component resides within you, I wonder?  "I cannot say for certain what is within you without conducting more experiments, but seeing as though you are running from Fatui, I suppose I'll have to wait for a more opportune time.  Please, return while you have a spare moment."

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"Your cover was blown?"  Signora raised a brow at her fellow harbinger.  "How did you manage that, Childe?"

"The target managed to convince the others that I'm being dishonest with my intentions.  I can't continue with them further," he lied through his teeth.  While it didn't play out as he had intended, it most definitely resulted in the rest of the adventure team's knowledge of the Fatui's plans if they hadn't known already.

"The Tsaritsa approved my plans," the woman peered down over the balcony.  "Your failure to keep our operation a secret will not impact them, but be aware they'll come back to bite you later."

"There's one other thing.  She received a vision."

"A vision?"  This brought her gaze back to Childe.  "From who?"

"The Tsaritsa.  Was that part of the plan?"

"Not at all," her eyes narrowed in the direction of Snezhnaya.  "What was she--No, no matter.  The plan shall proceed.  A little birdie told me the target and her little posse will be staying here for the time being.  We'll strike tonight," Signora surveyed the City of Mondstat beneath her.

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The adventure team entered Angel's share as the sun set behind the hills.  Bennett had gone to check on all his dads at the adventure guild.  The tavern was teeming with the chatter of loud drunkards, melodies of a lone bard near the entrance, and the clinking of glasses.  Oh, and the hiccups of an incredibly drunk young boy that sat at the bar.

"Ah, the delicious--hic-- wine of Mondstat never ceases to amaze me!"  The boy raised his glass in the air, nearly spilling it over the rim.  His red cheeks provided a striking contrast to his green clothing choice.

Diluc stood on the other end of the barrier with an unamused yet slightly impressed expression.  He noticed your team's entering, and let out an exasperated sigh.  "This is glass fifty-two.  It's been less than half an hour since he started."

"H-How is that possible?!"  You stammered in concern.  "And why is he allowed to drink? He's practically Bennett's age!"

"U-Uh, well you see,"  Paimon fidgeted.  "He has a very high alcohol tolerance!"

Noticing your still-confused expression, Aether leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I'll explain later."  The noise that floated around the room concealed his words from Venti.

"Need anything to drink? Non-alcoholic of course," Diluc's eyes scanned the group until they landed on Xiao.

"I don't drink."  The yaksha left the group to sit at a table in a secluded corner.

"Not very sociable today," Paimon mused.  

"You received a vision," Diluc caught the glint of the pendant hanging from your belt loop.  "Congratulations."

"Thank you!"  You watched as he excused himself to pour a customer another drink.

"Ah, Trav--hic--eler!  It's so good to see you again!"  The boy noticed Aether's presence and waved you all over.  

"Hey Venti," Aether greeted with a slightly nervous grin.  "Long time no see."

"Yes!  Are you old enough to try the--hic-- wine yet? Oh?" His eyes looked to you.  "Hello! Are you a friend of Aether's?  Why don't we all share a drink together?"

"Oh, I'm not twenty-one just yet," you declined, eyes flitting to Xiao.  "Excuse me."

You sat across from Xiao and struggled to come up with small talk. He had been quieter than usual ever since you showed your vision to the group.  "What's on your mind?"

It took several minutes of prodding for him to finally respond to you.  "What were you doing in the moments that led to you receiving the vision?"

"What was I doing?" You were taken aback, but not surprised that he was still cynical of the circumstances.  "Well..." I was trying to protect you.  You wanted to convey those words but were still embarrassed of your actions.  Maybe you didn't deserve a god's recognition for barging into danger like it was normal.  A glum expression took over your face as you slumped in your seat.  You glanced up at him, only to find his cheeks slightly tinged red and that he was avoiding your eyes.  "What?"

"You really are one of the incompetent ones," he grumbled loud enough for you to hear.  

That's when you remembered he could hear every single prayer and wish about him.  It was your turn to blush now.  "U-Uh...um.  I didn't mean any of that!"  

Xiao's eyes flicked to yours, completely unconvinced of your lie.  "Of course."  You hung your head in embarrassment.

"I--Uh," you stood from your seat.  "I'm going to get some air!"  You climbed the stairs to the balcony on the second floor and shut the door behind you.

The cool air of the early night seemed to wipe away the stench of alcohol that had already begun to cling to your clothes.  It was a peaceful evening, what with the bright stars that shone in the sky and the occasional drunk laughter that leaked from the balcony door into the open air.  You admired the constellations for awhile until you felt the air get colder and heard the creaking of a floorboard to your right.  

"Sh--You scared me!"  You let out a nervous laughter when you saw the woman rise from her balcony seat.  "Sorry, I thought I was the only one up here."

"It's easy to be caught off-guard when you're distracted," the woman's lips curled upward slightly.  She made her way toward you, and you could finally make out the details of her figure.

She's dressed a little too formal for a tavern, you noted, yet you still admired how pretty she was.  White hair tied into an updo, a flowing gown that showed off her bust, she was downright gorgeous.  Still, you couldn't help but shiver.  Why was the air so chilly all of a sudden?

"You're not from around here," the woman observed.  "What brings you to Mondstat?"

"I," you started feeling uncomfortable in this dark setting, but didn't want to be rude. "I'm just passing through.  And you?  You don't look like you're from Mondstat."  You crossed your arms to trap the remaining warmth from the tavern around your body.  This woman showed more skin than you, but she didn't appear bothered in the slightest.

"An excellent observation on your part."  She stopped once she was maybe two feet from you.  "We were also passing through.  Isn't that right, Childe?"

Your blood ran cold in an instant, and Signora watched your face pale with satisfaction.

"I think I like it better in Liyue if I'm being honest," the voice you didn't want to hear greeted from behind your ear.  When did he get so close?  "Ambition over freedom.  But nothing compares to the beauty of our homeland."

You spun on your heel and simultaneously began to manifest a polearm in your nondominant hand.  You weren't quick enough, and Childe caught your arm.  Your heartbeat rushed in your ears as time appeared to slow down.

"You're still injured," Childe flashed a proud smile at the sight of the wound he had given you.  "You can't fight."

"Xia--!"  You opened your mouth to scream, but a feminine hand covered your mouth and restrained you.  It all happened too quick for your mind to comprehend, and the next thing you knew, she opened a portal in midair and was dragging you towards it.  Xiao!  Help!

"Prepare yourself, Childe," Signora warned.

"It'd be my pleasure," he conjured his blades and faced the door right as it was kicked down with a powerful force.  Xiao and Aether burst through.

"Let her go!"  Aether charged at Childe, giving Xiao the chance to aim for Signora's head.

"Xiao!" You managed to pull Signora's hand off your mouth and stretched your arm out to him.

He pushed off the balcony towards you, and was instead greeted by the hollow night air.  He crashed into the ground and sprung to his feet again.  The portal had closed.  Childe was gone.

You were gone.

.......................

Up Next:  Darkness, a meeting with an archon, and a quartet of harbingers.

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Shadow Fox

"Good morning, Adrien," Lyon greeted, walking up to the model outside the school.

"Hello, Lyon," Adrien smiled at his Greek friend.

"You waiting for someone," Lyon asked him.

"Would I sound too much like Cat Noir if I said you," Adrien smirked.

"Cat Noir's got nothing on you, Sunshine Boy," Lyon snickered.

"Ironic," Adrien thought.

"Hello, boys," Vallia approached them. "You two flirting with each other again?"

"Maybe," Adrien smirked.

"It's so obvious as well," Lyon shook his head. "How is it that so many people in this school still think Adrien is straight?"

"You were the one that pointed out their lack of common sense when we first got here, brother of mine," Vallia says.

"Oh, right," Lyon accepted her logic.

"At least Marinette was already dating Luka when you two started flirting in public like this," Vallia said.

"I was so blind to her crush," Adrien sighed. "I must have looked so insensitive to her."

"Adrien, crushes are pretty much a blind spot to all guys," Lyon tells him. "I know some girls back home had crushes on me that Vallia had to point out for me."

"It's true," Vallia giggled. "You can't exactly be rich, good-looking, and not expect people to get a crush on you."

"Celebrity crushes are the worst," Lyon shook his head.

"Don't I know it," Adrien out his head in his hands.

"Awe, poor kitty," Lyon playfully patted his head.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, wolfie," Adrien slapped his hand away lightly.

"You are so lucky that I don't have archery practice today," Lyon playfully glared. "Otherwise, you'd know the exact consequences of calling me wolfie."

"Oh, I almost forgot," Vallia says. "Have you guys seen the latest post on the Ladyblog?"

"Vallia, you know I do not care for blogs," Lyon reminds her. "Most people with blogs like that believe that it gives them actual rights as 'real' reporters. Please, most blogs are basically just wannabe reporters throwing around their opinions."

"You never hold back when stating your own opinion, do you," Adrien asked.

"Why should I," Lyon raised an eyebrow. "Free speech exists for a reason."

"Point made," Adrien shrugged.

"Take a look," Vallia showed them her phone.

New Lead On the Identity Of Ladybug was plastered as the lead story on Alya's blog. Adrien and Lyon looked at each other before returning to the story. It was some theory story that seemed to be more like a conspiracy theory as she compared old photos of Hippolyta, Joan of Arch, and some statue that she seemed to us an app to add ladybug style armor to as a basis for her theory that the current Ladybug was also a heroic person under the mask. She was guessing volunteer workers, teaching assistants, and any other female teenager that liked to help people.

"I thought Ladybug told her months ago to stop trying to find her identity," Lyon did not like what he was seeing.

"Did being akumatized into Lady Wifi not teach her anything," Adrien pinched the bridge of his nose.

"From what you guys told us, that was more Chloe's fault," Vallia reminds. "Yet Chloe didn't even have a reason until Alya went a little too far when she thought that brat of all people was Ladybug."

"May the gods help that girl," Lyon shook his head. "I have never been so happy that there is no god or goddess of blogs."

"Hephaestus is the god of technology," Vallia reminded.

"But a blog on its own is not technology," Lyon countered. "It may be created with technology, but that is not part of his domain. The internet is a thing all on its own."

"Maybe Marinette can help Alya by being the voice of reason," Adrien suggested. "She usually is."

"She shouldn't have to be," Lyon says.

"Alya, Ladybug has repeatedly told you not to look for her identity," they heard their favorite bluenette's voice.

"Speak of the devil," Adrien said. "Or rather, speak of the angel in this case."

"Relax, Marinette," they hear Alya's voice. "It's not like I gave any specific people to look at."

"Alya, you are endangering her family and friends by trying to figure out her identity and putting your 'clues' on the Ladyblog," Marinette says.

"Hawkmoth won't attack her family or friends," Alya waved her off.

The two girls approached the school, consumed by their conversation. They hardly noticed the other three walking up to them.

"What even makes you think that Hawkmoth wouldn't attack her family," Lyon asked. "There doesn't seem to be anything he wouldn't do."

"Hawkmoth did akumatize a baby," Vallia pointed out. "Poor little August."

"Well, Hawkmoth didn't attack Lila," Alya reasoned. "And if he didn't attack Laydybug's best friend, he wouldn't attack the rest of her friends or family."

"Ever consider that Hawkmoth didn't go after her because he knew she was lying," Lyon asked, in his scary calm voice.

"What is your problem with her," Alya glared at him. "What do you have against Lila to accuse her of lying without proof!?!"

"My proof is that she was stupid enough to broadcast her 'friendship' all over Paris on your blog," Lyon crossed his arms. "Anyone that publically says that they are best friends with a superhero is like asking for villains to attack them. It's pretty obvious she is claiming so to get attention."

"How dare you accuse Lila of that," Alya yelled at the Greek, not that he seemed to care. "She would never lie."

"Except that she has," Vallia says. "Pretty much since the day that she got here and every day since then."

The Greek twins then walked away without another word. That was another thing that Adrien liked about them. They took no nonsense from anyone and would tell you if you were doing something, or were about to do something, stupid.

And they certainly took no nonsense from Lila. But they especially did not after she told a lie about Clara Nightingale stealing some of her dance moves from her. It was well known, since Clara's last visit to Paris, that the pop star was very good friends with the twins so they automatically knew that was a lie. And they made their anger very well known. They didn't care if it got them some glares in return, but they always made people know that they believed that Lila is a liar. Which was true, but not everyone knew that.

"You can't say that those two are not blunt," Adrien commented to Marinette.

Marinette giggled in agreement.

The two walked into the school before Alya could go on another of her "defending Lila' rants. They got old very quickly.

It had just been the end of the school day when the Akuma Alarms started to go off. Lyon and Valiia did a disappearing act while Adrien and Marinette both made bad excuses in order to get away from everyone to transform.

"Tikki, spots on."

"Plagg, claws out."

"Frostbite, freeze over."

"Flutter, wings up."

Ladybug, Cat Noir, White Wolf, and Beautifly were soon all heading toward the newest villain that Hawkmoth created.

"What in the name of Zeus," Beautifly swore.

In front of the four heroes was a psychedelic killer clown. With the poofy red and orange jumpsuit, giant black shoes, red and orange clown/Santa hat, and purple skin, he looked like the long lost twin to the Ghost Clown from Scooby Doo. And he was also very unnerving to look at. His weapon seemed to be a giant clown horn.

"I have never liked clowns before, and this is not helping," White Wolf stated.

"You're afraid of clowns," Cat Noir raised an eyebrow under his mask.

"Not afraid of them, I just don't like them," White Wolf corrected. "I find them to be creepy and weird-looking."

"Looking at this guy, I am actually on Wolf's side for this one," Ladybug says. "Not that I am surprised that Hawkmoth made a clown akuma, at all."

"One was bound to show up eventually," Beautifly crossed her arms.

"Lucky us," White Wolf complained.

"I'm guessing he is either a birthday clown who got upset, or maybe a class clown that got in trouble for his jokes, or someone pranked with no sense of humor," Cat Noir guessed.

"Those are actually some really good guesses," Beautifly says.

"Fight enough akumas, you get good at figuring out what type of person they were under the mask," Cat Noir said.

"Good thing they don't have attached glamours like we do with our miraculous," White Wolf says. "That would make things a lot more difficult."

"Chloe's first time as a villain was certainly easy to figure out," Cat Noir said. "All that changed about her was putting her in a Ladybug suit with reversed colors. He was a lot more creative with Stormy Weather and Evillustrator."

"What else can you say about those with purple skin," Ladybug giggled.

"I may like the color, but purple skin is not something I would ever like to have," Beautifly says. "I'd look like a human lavender flower."

"He looks ridiculous I'll give him that," White Wolf looked at the clown.

"I am Jokester," the clown yelled. "If others can't appreciate my sense of humor, I will make them laugh."

"I think Cat Noir may be right about the prankster getting into trouble theory," White Wolf said.

"Finally, someone sees my genius," Cat Noir laughed.

Jokester brought out a cliche clown horn. He aimed it at the heroes.

"Heads up, guys," Beautifly warned.

She used her wings to fly up and out of the way. The other three jump out of range as the clown blown the horn. Out came a sound blast of yellow sound waves. While it missed the heroes, the sound did wash over some civilians that were farther back on the street from them. They all started laughing immediately.

"I am suddenly reminded of the Joker," White Wolf commented.

"Even with all the crime, I still actually have always wanted to go to Gotham," Cat Noir said.

"Don't let him hit you with that sound wave," Ladybug called to them.

"Where's the songbird miraculous when we need it," Beautifly tried to joke.

"We'll see how this plays out, Fly," White Wolf tells her.

They all dodged another sound blast sent their way. White Wolf landed on the roof of a nearby building. He notched an arrow in his bow, letting it fly at the akuma. The clown dodged the arrow, letting it freeze the ground where it hit.

"Anyone want to take a bet on whether the akuma is in the horn or not," Cat Noir calls out, dodging a blast sent his way.

"At least it isn't hidden on a ship like Captain Hardrock's was," Beautifly says.

"Please don't mention her," White Wolf requested. "My ears still have a slight ring to them from her sound cannons."

"Not the quietest akuma we've ever faced," Cat Noir agreed.

"Try and surround him," Ladybug ordered. "He might get confused and not know where to aim the horn."

"Good idea," Cat Noir agreed.

The four separated, going in different directions. White Wolf kept the most distance so that he could properly aim his arrows at the clown. Beautifly stayed off the ground, her wings fluttering so that she could easily fly out of the way. Ladybug and Cat Noir were on opposite sides of the clown, both with their weapons out and ready to strike. Altogether, they formed an X around the akuma.

"You should surrender," Ladybug tried talking to Jokester. "Whatever Hawkmoth is telling you is a lie. He can't offer you anything real."

But the signature butterfly outline appeared over the clown's eyes.

"Do not listen to this teenage heroine," Hawmoths tells the villain in his head. "She only wants to take away your new powers and prevent you from spreading laughter and fun. I can help you spread real fun all throughout Paris while she can not."

"I could not agree more, Hawkmoth," Jokester replied.

He aimed his horn directly at the ground. Beautifly had seen this before when an enemy would aim their weapon right at the ground.

"Get out of the way," she yelled.

She immediately flew up, further off the ground. The three heroes on the ground followed suit by jumping or using their weapons to get onto rooftops. Jokester blew the horn right at the ground. The sound wave came out like a sonic boom as it boomed out in all directions on the ground. A few more dozen people all started to laugh uncontrollably. Jokester shot into the air and started flying just like when Rose was Princess Frangrance doing the same thing with her perfume gun.

"I hate it when we have to chase them," Cat Noir complained. "Can't they ever make it easy for us."

"Trust me, if I had it my way, Hawkmoth's lair would have a giant Las Vegas sign on it with 'come arrest me' spelled out in neon," White Wolf tells him.

"This is why I like having wings," Beautifly giggled.

She took off, flying after him. The rest followed after her. White Wolf aimed another arrow at the clown, firing when they jumped to another roof. But Jokester managed to dodge it and who knows where the arrow landed after that.

"I need to practice my aiming while I am running more often," Wolf said.

"What I would give to be a flying cat," Cat Noir says.

"I will have to look to see if there is a jaquin miraculous," Beautifly giggles.

"A what," Ladybug asked.

The butterfly hero flew faster, getting in front of the clown. She launched her razor flower at him. Jokester was forced to head back to the ground. He landed on a random street somewhere by Le Grand Paris.

"I will make you, heroes, see the joy of laughter," Jokester yells.

"Laughter is overrated," Wolf stated, firing another arrow.

He blew his horn at the arrow, blocking and destroying the arrow. They all then jumped out of the way as the sound blast almost got to them after destroying the arrow.

"Even with four of us, he has us on the ropes," Beautifly says.

"If we end up laughing non-stop, we won't be able to call upon our power or detransform because we wouldn't be able to form words properly," Ladybug said.

"Even separately, the sound wave is too big," Cat Noir noticed. "He needs to be distracted away from us so we can get the akumatized object."

"So we need an allie," Wolf said. "The stag or python miraculous might be able to help us. Or maybe even the songbird."

"Sonic scream, sound shriek, or paralyzing," Beautifly listed the powers of the three miraculous. "Any of those could help us."

Ladybug was about to respond when she saw Alya off to the side. She was on her phone, as usual, most likely filming the fight for the Ladyblog. Her blog had recently opened up to Lyon and Vallia's homeland of Greece because of White Wolf and Beautifly joining the battle against Hawkmoth. Google translate was probably very useful to them.

"I know what to do," Ladybug says. "I'll be right back."

With that, she left. Cat Noir was the first to get what she was doing when he saw that Alya was there as well.

"We better handle the clown gone wild until she gets back," Wolf says.

They separated again, dodging more sound blasts.

Ladybug destransformed into Marinette before she headed into Master Fu's building. She had a feeling that he was expecting her, like always. How he did that was a little creepy, but what did she know about Guardians of the Miraculous.

"Master Fu," she greeted when she came in.

"Come on in, Marinette," Fu says.

"I need the fox miraculous," Marinette tells him. "The illusions it can create will be the best distraction for this akuma."

"Of course," Fu said.

He went over to his phonograph and punched in his code. The miracle box soon rose out of it. He picked up the box and put it in front of her.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, pick an ally you can trust to fight alongside you on this mission. Choose wisely; such powers are meant to serve the greater good. Once the mission is over you will retrieve the Miraculous from them," he tells her.

Marinette immediately picked up the foxtail necklace. But then she hesitated when she looked at it.

"Marinette," Wayzz asked, concerned.

"What is it, dear child," Fu asked her.

"You know that I usually give this to Rena Rouge, right," Marinette started.

"Yes. And if I am correct, she is your best friend, Alya, correct," Fu guessed.

"Yes, she is," Marinette didn't even try to lie. "But... you know that Alya also is the creator of the Ladyblog."

"I mean no offense, but blogs are still quite foreign to me," Fu admitted. "But I do understand what you are talking about."

"Alya is a good reporter," Marinette started. "But she sometimes does not know when to let a story go or if a story will have unexpected consequences. Alya has been trying to figure out my identity. She's almost been obsessed with finding it pretty much since Ladybug's first appearance. The search was what started the events that caused her to be akumatized. I have told her to stop, but she hasn't."

"And you are worried that Alya will find your identity if you continue giving her the fox miraculous," Fu guessed.

"No, I'm worried that she will put us in danger when she figures it out," Marinette says. "She keeps saying that the people deserve to know who I am, who all us heroes are, even when that puts us all on Hawkmoth's radar. She's convinced that he won't attack us because a liar has been telling her that she is 'Ladybug's' best friend and she believes her. She thinks that since Hawkmoth had not attacked 'Ladybug's best friend' that he will not attack Ladybug."

"I see," Fu says.

"I have even told her, as Ladybug, to stop looking for my identity," Marinette continued. "Multiple times, I add. But she is still looking. Alya is a great friend, but she tends to listen only when it is something she wants to hear. I am not sure if I can trust her enough with the fox anymore."

"Heroes are not always set in stone, Marinette," Fu tells her. "Not even the ladybug and black cat are only compatible with one person. I trust that if you know when there is a good fit for a temporary hero, then that person will indeed be a good one."

Marinette seemed to calm down after that. But that also slightly made her curious about who else would be compatible with her miraculous. When they did that accidental miraculous swap and she became Lady Noir, she and Mister Bug actually did pretty well. Even if they did not have much practice with the powers that they literally had for less than fifteen minutes.

She quickly left and transformed, jumping over rooftops. She had to think of someone that could be a good match for the fox miraculous. She knew that Alya loved being Rena Rouge, but this was also a chance for her to see that her actions had consequences. To teach her that there are some things that are not worth a story. Also, do not believe everything you hear. That second one was more a jab at Lila than anything else.

The more Ladybug thought about it, the more she was thinking of a personality that would match the fox and its powers. Alya was hard-headed, stubborn, and liked to charge in. That was not the type of personality that would match with subtle illusions and an animal that is known for being sneaky and quiet. A fox should be sneaky, know when to observe before taking action, and should also know what will work best when in the shadows.

And now that she really thought about it, there was one person she knew that would be a far better fit for the fox.

Ladybug landed right near a very familiar boat on the Seine. Her Ladybug luck must have been working because the exact person she needed was right on deck.

"Juleka," Ladybug called, jumping onto the boat.

"L...Ladybug," Juleka stuttered, shocked. "What are you doing here?"

"I need your help," Ladybug stated.

"M...My help," Juleka looked even more shocked. "What can I do? I'm not cut out to be a hero."

"You are more capable than you think, Juleka," Ladybug pulled out the box. "Juleka Couffaine, this is the miraculous of the fox, which grants the power of illusion. You will use it for the greater good. After the battle is over you must return the miraculous to me. Can I trust you?"

Juleka was a lot of things. She was shy, sweet, kind, had a good head on her shoulders, and had a dream to become a model. She never would have imagined anything like this ever happening to her.

"M...Me," she was beyond shocked at this point. "I...I'm no hero, Ladybug. And... what about Rena Rouge?"

"Rena has... lost my trust," Ladybug admitted. "She has been permanently retired and won't be returning."

"Oh," was all Juleka could say.

"Juleka, there is no bravery without fear," Ladybug tells the shy girl. "Being a hero does not mean being fearless and always jumping into danger without a second thought. It also means being careful and going in with a strategy. You are naturally quiet and observant, a perfect match for the fox miraculous."

"I'm not a hero, Ladybug," Juleka was still reluctant.

"We all have a hero inside of us, Juleka," Ladybug gave her a reassuring smile. "You do not need to be fearless to be a hero."

Juleka looked at the box that Ladybug was offering her again. She wanted to be confident, to be able to stand up to people if she has to, to put herself out there more. Now, she was being given that chance.

"Okay, Ladybug," she took the box and opened the lid.

A ball of light came out, flying around the goth girl. To her credit, she did not stare at the ball of light and exclaim "what is that thing" like Alya did.

"Hello, there," Trixx greeted, not showing how surprised he was at not seeing Alya.

"Rad," Juleka gasped.

"Not easily shook, is she," Trixx asked Ladybug.

"Guess with magical superheroes around, these things are being seen as more normal," Ladybug shrugged.

"Alright, then," Trixx turned back to Juleka. "My name's Trixx, and I will be your kwami."

"Kwami," Juleka was not as informed as Alya had been.

"I'm what gives my holders their powers," Trixx answered. "I am the kwami of illusion. To transform, you say 'Trixx, let's pounce.' Detransform, it's 'let's rest.' To call my power, play your flute, think the illusion you want, and say 'mirage."

Juleka put the necklace on, but she still looked nervous about doing this.

"You'll do great, Juleka," Ladybug smiled at her. "I know you will."

Juleka nodded. "Trixx, let's pounce."

Trixx was pulled into the necklace and Juleka transformed. Ladybug immediately noticed that her hero outfit was a lot different from Alya's.

For starters, her colors are midnight black and dark purple. Her torso was similar to Rena's but was dark purple where it was normally white and black where it would have been orange. But that was where the similarities ended. Over her torso clothing was a black leather jacket with streaks of purple on it. She also wore knee-high black boots that had no heel and matched the dark purple gloves on her hands. Behind her was a real fox tail instead of Rena's fabric one. The same difference was the real fox ears coming out of the top of her head. Her hair remained mostly the same but grew to where the tail started to come out of her. Over her eyes was a dark purple mask. Her flute also changed to purple and black and was strapped to her back.

"Wow," Ladybug gasped. "This might actually come in handy if we ever have another akuma at night to deal with. There would be plenty of shadows that you could blend into."

"This feels so awesome," Juleka looked at her costume.

"So, what will I call you," Ladybug asked.

"My name can be... Shadow Fox," Juleka chooses a hero identity.

"Cool," Ladybug smiled at her.

*****

Meanwhile, back at the battle, the three other heroes were trying their best to keep other civilians from becoming laughing messes. They already had to save Alya three times because of her need to film the fight even when it was a risk to her safety.

"Alya," Beautifly yelled in warning.

Make that four times.

The butterfly hero dived down and picked up the blogger. She just managed to fly out of reach of another sound blast from Jokester. She set Alya down on the roof of a building further from the fight.

"Hey, I need to be closer to the fight," Alya protested where she was put down. "I would never be able to get a proper video from here."

"Your life is not worth a simple video," Beautifly scolded. "Either stay away from the fight or just learn to dodge on your own. We can not keep saving you. It distracts us from defeating the akuma."

"I need this for my blog," Alya continued to protest.

"A blog post is not worth your life," Beautifly snapped at her.

She flew away before Alya could attempt to argue more with her. She saw Cat Noir and White Wolf standing on opposite sides of Jokester, hoping for at least one of them to get a hit in.

"Take this, Mr.Big-Nose," Cat Noir yelled, jumping at him while spinning his staff.

Jokester focused his attention on Cat Noir, raising his horn to make him laugh as well as blast him away. White Wolf fired an arrow when he was distracted. And this one finally met its mark. The arrow hit the horn and ice erupted around it, encasing his hand and the horn at the same time. That lead to the akum only being able to jump out of the way of Cat Noir's strike.

"Finally," Wolf says. "There is no worse feeling to an archer than constantly missing their target."

Cat Noir had to laugh at that, making the wolf hero playfully pout.

"Aw," Cat Noir looked at him. "A pouting wolf. How adorable."

"Call me adorable one more time and I will shove an arrow so far up your..." Wolf started.

"Don't want to be called adorable, then don't pout like that," Beautifly smirked, interrupting him.

"My quiver literally never runs out of arrows, you really want to tempt me," Wolf shakes his bow at them in a threatening manner.

"You're still cute, Wolfie," Cat Noir winked at him.

"Do not make me shoot you, Kitty," Wolf playfully threatened.

"You two are made for each other," Beautifly giggled.

"Am not," the two heroes could not hide their blushes.

"Someone needs to tell that Ladyblogger to take down that LadyNoir ship name," Beautifly giggled again. "Because that is obviously not happening."

Both male heroes were really going red, but their fun moment was ruined by Jokester.

"I will make you laugh if it is the last thing I do," he yelled.

"You'd think a clown would appreciate our senses of humor," Cat Noir commented.

The ice around the horn began to crack.

"Oh for the love of Hades," Wolf swore.

They all shot in different directions when the ice exploded with a sound blast that would have directly hit them.

"Looks like I need to layer on the ice," Wolf notched another arrow.

"Someone call for back-up," Ladybug's voice called.

Not even a second later, a black figure shot at Jokester and hit him with... was that a flute? The clown was knocked right into a nearby wall.

"That was the akuma I just hit, right," the figure asked, her voice telling them that she was female.

The rest of the team got their first real look at Shadow Fox.

"That is most definitely not Rena Rouge," Cat Noir immediately said.

"You can call me Shadow Fox, kitten," Shadow responded.

"This is an interesting development," Wolf commented.

"Indeed, it is," Beautifly agreed.

Alya, who had finally managed to get close to the fight again, was unbelievably shocked, not to mention angry.

"I'm Rena Rouge," she thought, angrily. "I was right here, why would Ladybug give someone else the fox miraculous. She doesn't even look like a fox."

The three did a quick look, up and down, of Shadow Fox. She was certainly a lot more different than Rena Rouge in terms of looks. And the way that she was able to just shoot at Jokester and nail like that meant that she was comfortable with being quiet even when attacking.

"That was a good hit," Wolf complimented. "Probably one of the few that have happened in this fight."

"Uh... thanks," Shadow said.

"I'm more happy about there now being three heroes with dark-colored outfits compared to the two with bright colors," Beautifly remarked. "We outnumber them, now."

"Finally," Cat Noir cheered in agreement.

"I resent both of you," Ladybug pointed at them, playfully glaring as well.

"At least the two of us stand out more," Wolf smirked.

Jokester than started to get up. He noticed that there were now five heroes against him instead of just the three he had been fighting.

"Oh, look," he gave them a creepy smile. "More people to join in my plan of spreading laughter. Goodie."

"This guy is really creepy," Shadow stated.

"See, she agrees with me," Wolf said.

They all dodged another sound blast.

"Okay, time to end this," Ladybug says. "Lucky Charm."

She threw her yo-yo into the air, calling whatever object that was going to appear. It came in a flash of light as usual and then fell into her hands.

"You have got to be kidding me," Beautifly said, looking at the object.

It was one of those ridiculous fake clown flowers. The ones with a small pump at the end of a tube to squirt water out of the flower.

"What in the world am I supposed to do this," Ladybug looked at it.

"You better figure it out quickly," Wolf called out to her.

He was running across rooftops along the street, continuously firing arrows at the demented clown. But none of the arrows met their mark because they were all destroyed by Jokester's sound blast.

"I'll try and give us some more help," Beautifly says. "Nature's Heart."

Her razor flower spun around her, landing on her hand in front of her. Out of the center of the flower appeared a blossom. This one was oddly known my Shadow Fox.

"That's a water lily," she said, making Beautifly look at her. "I grew up near the water, so I have a lot of aqua facts up my sleeves."

"Okay," Beautifly says. "Then I know exactly what this does. And it does make sense. Sound can not move through the water. Everyone out of the way!"

The butterfly hero took the flower and raised it in front of her. Jokester barely had time to look at her when a powerful torrent of water came shooting out of the flower. She loved her ability to call enchanted flowers, even if she never knew what she was going to get.

Jokester shot another sound blast, but the water was too powerful for it. The sound blast was now acting more like a shield as it tried to keep the water at bay. The heroes all stood on different roofs to avoid the torrent.

"I have never loved flowers more than right now," Cat Noir said.

"That's my partner for you," Wolf grinned.

Ladybug looked around, using her Ladybug vision to work out how to use what she had. Shadow Fox was the first to flash in her sight, then the water gun flower, then White Wolf's bow and arrows, and finally Cat Noir. She now had a plan.

"I can't hold this for much longer," Beautifly shouted.

Ladybug quickly made her way over to Shadow Fox.

"When Beautifly stops her attack, that is when you need to call your illusion," she tells her.

"But... what do I even create," Shadow asked, holding her flute tightly.

"Trust in yourself," Ladybug says. "You'll know what to do."

Shadow Fox nodded, holding her flute. Ladybug then went over to White Wolf and Cat Noir to explain their parts of the plan.

It was not long before the water stopped coming out of the lily that Beautifly was holding. She looked at it, frustrated for a second, before having to take off again as a sound blast nearly hit her. When Jokester went to fire his horn again, Shadow Fox put her flute to her lips and played the tune that activated her power.

"Mirage," she whispered, throwing the ball of light.

In a flash, there were many copies of the heroes along the rooftops. And no two groups were in the same positions, so Jokester could not work out which was which based on how they looked.

"NO," Jokester yelled, confused on where to fire.

Having been looking up, at all the copies, Jokester did not notice the flower that Ladybug had managed to sneak in front of him. When he stepped onto the pump, the flower squirted water right into his face, further distracting and confusing him.

Hidden in two different alleyways were Cat Noir and White Wolf as they waited to do their parts. When Jokester had his back to White Wolf as he was trying to blast all the copies while still trying to wipe the water off of his face and out of his eyes. The icy hero came out as quietly as he could, raising his notched arrow. Aiming as carefully as he could, he fired. The arrow sailed through the air, making contact close to the bottom of the horn, freezing it and knocking it out of Jokester's hand.

"My horn," he cried. "I need that to spread laughter."

Ladybug was quick to jump out of her hiding place and use her yo-yo to wrap around his legs and trip the villain.

"Cat Noir, now," Ladybug yelled.

"Cataclysm," the black cat called, his hand bubbling with black energy.

He jumped up, touching the frozen horn with his hand. The horn instantly turned to dust, falling into icy pieces. A black butterfly flew out of the remains.

"No more evil-doing for you, little akuma," Ladybug opened her yo-yo and threw it at the insect. "Time to de-evilize."

Ladybug released the butterfly, the creature now being white. She then threw the fake flower into the air, letting her Miraculous Cure sweep over the city. As the swarm of ladybugs vanished, three of the heroes started beeping because of the timers on their miraculous for using their powers. Ladybug and Shadow Fox were left with four minutes and Beautifly had three left. Cat Noir was probably close to having four minutes left but White Wolf did not use his power so he was not on a timer.

"LADYBUG," Alya shouted, running toward them.

"And... that is our cue to leave," Wolf stated. "I am not getting involved in this."

"Me neither," Beautifly agrees. "I'd rather fight the spirit of one of the furies."

The Greek heroes flew/ jumped away. Cat Noir then looked at Ladybug.

"I don't really know why she is angry, but I'm not getting involved in whatever happened that made her so mad," he tells her.

"Can I come with you," Shadow asked before he could leave. "I can hide and give you the miraculous so that you don't find out who I am."

"I'm cool with that," Cat Noir responded.

The two quickly left as well and Ladybug was left alone with the blogger.

"Yes, Alya," the hero knew that this conversation was going to happen.

"How... How... You replaced me," the Ladyblogger managed to get out. "I was right here, how could you replace me?!?"

"Because, Alya, you have lost my trust," Ladybug stated.

"Lost your trust? But I didn't do anything," Alya protested.

"Really? Because I recall telling you, multiple times, to stop trying to figure out my identity," Ladybug crossed her arms. "And yet you continue to try. I saw your latest blog post. That not only puts me in danger if your theory is even correct, but it also puts innocent girls in danger that anyone thinks could be me."

"The people deserve to know who is protecting them," Alya argued.

"And does that fact that my friends and family will be targeted by Hawkmoth mean nothing to you," Ladybug glared at her.

"Hawkmoth will not attack them," Alya tries to argue.

"And what reason do you have to think that," Ladybug was not going to back down. "Do you have him on speed-dial? Do you have a video of him saying that he would leave them alone? What proof do you have that he will not attack my family and friends?"

"Well, Lila is still..." Alya was interrupted.

"Her again," Ladybug shook her head. "I told that girl months ago to stop saying that she knew me and that we're friends. It was annoying then and it's annoying now."

Alya was undeniably shocked.

"But... she said..." Alya was interrupted again.

"Let me make one thing perfectly clear," Ladybug says. "The only way that me, Cat Noir, White Wolf, Beautifly, and any other hero in Paris knows Lila Rossi is when she has either been akumatized, been chased by an akuma, or has been the cause of one. Neither me, nor any other hero, is friends with her and she needs to stop lying by saying that she is."

"You're just saying that to protect her," Alya was in denial at this point.

"This is why you no longer will be given the fox miraculous," Ladybug remains glaring at her. "You are so in denial about the truth unless it suits you and what you believe. You go running head-first into danger, not caring about your safety or how it distracts me and the other heroes when we constantly need to save you. You also only ever publish what gets you more views on your blog. Lila Rossi's video, your theories about who I am, and I noticed that you still have not taken down that story you posted that accuses Cat Noir of stealing the Mona Lisa. That was a villain called Copycat, who was akumatized to look just like Cat Noir. We told everyone that, yet you still have not taken that article down or posted an apology to him."

"But... But... I..." Alya was speechless, for once.

"There is more to being a good journalist than clickbait articles," Ladybug got her yo-yo out again. "Looking for facts is also a big part of being a reporter. Maybe you need to think about that. Bug out."

Ladybug then swung away to retrieve the fox miraculous that Shadow Fox gave to Cat Noir.

#ml salt #alya salt #lila salt #original heroes #original akuma #original miraculous #original character #miraculous #miraculous ladybug

[mistabullets]

i also want alucard to rail me ! could i perhaps suggest,,, alucard with a chubby s/o,,, as wholesome or nasty as you desire

A Taste of You

Characters: Alucard | Adrian Tepes x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Alucard decides to show his love for you.

Content Warning: n/s/f/w, afab reader but neutral pronouns, chubby reader, virgin reader, reader is a witch, vaginal finger, slight blood drinking (he just accidentally nip your lips), slight virginity and corruption kink (???), and post season 3 but it’s quite fluffy so don’t worry

Note: There wasn’t any railing involved but you gave me a reason to write some indulgent smut with Alucard and for that, I appreciate you. 

Not SFW under cut ; 

You let out a quiet gasp when the dhampir’s careful lips meet the warm skin from the column of your neck, tensing slightly as it sends tingles down your spine. He laughs at your small reaction, finding it adorable; a lithe hand running down your side to ease the fluttering anxiety and reel you into his ghost kisses. “Relax, my dear… I just want to make you feel good.”

Considerate as always, you think, despite the growing erection brushing up against one of your thick thighs. He must feel uncomfortable to a degree since he is still in his trousers.

How odd it is, that fate led you to him.

You were a mere witch, hopping from town to town but never staying too long in fear that some close-minded individual would suspect your magical ability and report you to the church officials. However, the last particular town found out too soon of your sorcery. Before anyone could act and drag you to a stake to be tied up and burned, you packed your belongings and ran into the forests. You heard from the townsfolk how dangerous it was to roam those woods, especially at nighttime, that a particular vampire lived within the heart of it. However, you reasoned it must be some myth to scare the children or just something to make this dreadful town more interesting and have something to talk about.

Yet deeper into the greenwoods, the lingering smell of decaying death met your nostril. Again, you rationalized - this was the territory of wildlife. Perhaps it was a deer carcass nearby. Who knows? Now wasn’t the time to fret, as you heard voices bounce and echo from the trees, too far away but you could certainly pick up some words: witch, find, and a few curses. Without properly analyzing your surroundings, you picked up the pace, not considering directions and ignoring the fact the putrid scent grew stronger the further you went.

You were stopped in your tracks by a blur of red and a thunk to your head. Before the waves of unconsciousness dazed you, you caught a brief glimpse of golden locks and a pale figure. Perhaps the villagers had gotten you; perhaps this was your angel to guide you toward heaven. But can a witch such as yourself go to heaven, especially if you dabbled in the dark arts?

Well, considering where you are, beneath a beautiful man who carried a merciful soul that you did not deserve… this is the closest to any celestial afterlife you’ll ever be. It took months, perhaps even a year, to mend the wounds of his heart. You recall the first couple months here, living behind the closed doors of Castlevania. Alucard, who happened to be dhampir son of the late Dracula, wasn’t too enthusiastic about allowing another soul to inhabit, especially after being alone for nearly half a year. While you were polite to never ask questions, you eventually put two and two together upon catching a glimpse of the scar, from recent times, forever ingrained into his porcelain skin. No wonder he longed for some privacy. For they were a reminder of loss and betrayal, the day when he saw humanity’s corruption.

And while he’ll never fully forget the sin they committed, he came to realize his lapse of judgment. It stemmed from the unmerited tribulation - he was quick to close off his heart, not properly allowing himself grief, to process the trauma he’s been through.

But seeing how you still forgive the humans and long to aid them, despite them killing your coven, gradually made him realize how foolish he has been. He was reminded of his mother’s wisdom; how she was willing to be scrutinized by the church if it meant she could help others and spread her nurturing knowledge. You were willing to help those in need, despite the hardships humanity has gifted you. While it certainly took time, he was beginning to open his heart to you… and in return, you were showing him your vulnerability, culminating into this moment: you and Alucard, glowing under the moonlight, exploring each other’s bodies like new lands.

He kisses your plush lips again, mindful of his incisors. His hands find your plump breasts, giving them an experimental squeeze, relishing in the breathless gasp your voice elicits. Adrian withdraws himself from your mouth, savoring the taste of your lips; he wants to smother them, hear the symphony he can pull from you, but he wants to drink in your blushing form and the plush curves of your flesh against his muscled figure. The dhampir sees you as a goddess undeserving of him yet here you are, sprawled out and waiting for his next move. You find yourself more flustered than before, small and fragile beneath his resplendent eyes. His visage softens, noticing the doubt casting your lovely face. Adrian leans back down, resting his head against the middle of your breasts, the blood rushing through your veins sounding delicious. But oh, while your blood may be sweet, he wants to try the appetizers first.

“God, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he declares, lips peppering kisses on one of your breasts before finding a nipple to feast on. A shaky moan leaves your lips, your hands find themselves in his hair. Alucard makes sure to give each of your pert buds attention; suckling them in between his lips and gently pinching the sensitive skin with his lithe fingers. Your mind is swirling - how painful the virginal heat is between your legs, how merciful yet ruthless his touch is, how patient this angelic man is despite his own carnal desire, and how you love it and you love him. He allows your breasts to rest from the overstimulation; kisses explore your collarbone and neck while a curious hand searches for the heat radiating at the apex of your thighs. You whimper please at the feel of his hand against your now damp undergarment and your lover can’t help but chuckle at your eagerness. “Patience, my love.”

He rewards you a kiss, brushing strands of your hair away from your forehead. Your face is burning from how intently the dhampir observes each time your visage twists in newfound pleasure. A finger rubs up against your clothed slit, wishing to draw out more of your juices and lewd noises. “A-Adrian, please… t-touch me, please.”

“I am, my treasure,” he teases with amusement.

You whine, exasperated, and Alucard gives a playful grin. He understands what you mean but it’s fun to tease. Looking into your blown-out pupils, he asks for silent permission and you already know what he wants. You awkwardly lift up your hips so he can pull down your undergarments with ease. Once off, his fingers make contact with your naked mound, collecting the slick pooling from your heart and down your thighs. You’re eager to spread your legs further apart, allowing him access to more. He sighs, pride swelling how he is able to make you fall apart so quickly. After some painful slow strokes of your exposed slit, Alucard’s finger experimentally rubs your bundle of nerves, relishing in the moan of his name and how desperate yet demure it rings. Finding the entrance to your maidenhood with ease, he easily slips his index finger and god, that wail sounds ethereal. The dhampir sees how your entire form is quivering, from the tension and nerves, and he’s quick to litter your body with kisses and lovebites to distract your melting brain. You giggle a bit when a strand of his golden locks brushes against a ticklish spot and he’s glad to know you’re easing into his touch.

Adrian tentatively curls his finger in a come here motion - and after a few strokes, he finds that spot that makes your toes curl and makes you moan even louder. Your mind is foggy but you’re feeling confident, enjoying the way your lover is making you come undone - you plead for more. And so he adds another digit to your tight heat and repeats the same motion and experimenting more; scissoring your insides, burying his digits to the knuckle, and alternating these motions. You’re almost at the peak, he sees - with how your moans grow in volume, you’re bucking into his touch, and your e/c eyes swim in lust and adoration. His fingers pick up the pace, drinking in your divine image: soft and thick thighs spreading out more, lightning shape stretch marks adorning your cute belly and hips, and your chubby face contorting in the madness of pleasure as you imagine what his cock would feel like inside of you.

Wishing to relinquish you of this torture, he presses his thumb up against your clit and you’re seeing stars speckle your vision as strange pressure builds higher and higher to the cliff of your undoing. “A-Adrian, i-it’s too much! I-I’m going to, a-ahh--!”

Alucard rubs faster and harsher and thrust his fingers deeper - like he wants to feel every inch of the textured insides of your pussy. His forehead comes to rest on yours to admire your hungry eyes. Before you tumble from your peak, his lips crash against yours to consume the lovely noises, desperate and needy, and he accidentally bites your lips; but god, is your blood even sweeter in the glow of your climax. You didn’t even realize he’s grinding his groin against the mattress, too caught up the new sensation of Adrian’s fingers fucking your womanhood. If you could read minds, could you handle the extent of his ardor for you, a bashful witch? After seeing you wonderfully fall from your summit, Adrian truly believes he would die if he didn’t have more of you, if he couldn’t hear more of those needy keens, if he couldn’t pound you into oblivion, if he couldn’t--

His focus shifts from his lewd imagination to your glowing visage. From the dazed glisten of your eyes and the soft smile plastering your blood-smeared lips, Adrian could wait. Carefully, he pulls his fingers out of your sopping core, curiously bringing them up to his lips and lapping up the juices (much to your embarrassment), Alucard can’t help but laugh at your burning red face, planting his lips against yours and drinking up the remaining blood (the metallic taste of it combined with your juices made for a good combo).

“Do you need a break before we get to the main course, my beloved?”

He smiles at your cute face, steam particularly coming out of your ears.

But he smiles wider when you say no.

#my writing #scenario #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes #alucard #castlevania anime #castlevania (netflix) #castlevania #castlevania x reader #not sfw #read content warnings #Anonymous

[7soulstars]

Hello :) I hope it's okay to send a request (if not, then I'm sorry about it ) So maybe where Bucky lives on Clint's farm to get away from everything but then there comes this woman, Clints best friend besides Nat and he immediately wants to know her better.. after a while they get really close and develope feelings for each other but dont talk about it. So one night, she stays over and needs to share a room with Buck, things get heated and passionate between them ? :) then it's all cuddly? ❤️

Hey darling! Thank you so much for requesting! I am so sorry it took me so long! I blame it on my lazy ass and also on the many pending requests. Thank you so much for being this patient with me! I really hope you like this one!

Мой целитель

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Broken Bonky Babie, Avengers are teasing little shits, Steve leaves like in the movies and doesn’t come back (I want to kill him for that), Fluff, Shy Bonky and Y/N, Liddle angst, Both idiots doubt themselves, Y/N likes beating the fuck out of bullies a.k.a Violence, steamy stuff but not smut ( cuz I don’t write smut”

Summary: Someone managed to make Bucky accept the fact that everyone can heal. 

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Мой целитель ; (pronounced: Moy tselitel') Russian for My Healer

War never ends. It just rests. One day someone will come to ask your help that is when the rest of war is over again.

That is what Bucky has always been of the belief ever since before and after endgame. Ever since Steve left, most of Bucky did too. Yes, he had Sam and the others but Steve was the only part of his original past left and he couldn’t even stop him.

He decided that the rest period for his war conflicted heart had started when Clint had offered him a place to live at his farmhouse to ‘heal and stay away from the space bullshit’. 

Not to brag but he had fit right into the little family. The kids loved Uncle Bucky and Laura appreciated the extra help she got with the house. Sam and Natasha would come by every two days and the rest every once a week. They would go visit a bar and hang out. That was Bucky’s life now. That was his routine.

Clint had sudddenly announced one fine weekly team hangout day that his long time best friend would be joining them. Bucky couldn’t care less. He had seen people come in and out of the Barton house all the time. Most sending him glares due to his past. He couldn’t blame them. Not when he knew he would do the same in different set of circumstances.

But he was proved wrong. Y/N was an angel. More so to him. Not a single glare was directed at him by her the entire time. She just smiled sweetly. Maybe he did care a little bit.

Y/N turned out to be Lila and Cooper, Clint’s first two children’s godmother. She had finally come home after 15 years of being in and out of the country for her job. Clint had mentioned that every time she came back she would first visit the kids not forgetting to bring them gifts from everywhere and how the snap had worried her. So Bucky was not surprised when he had to get three kids off of her as she entered the house. His heart swelled when she said ‘Thank You’, although everyone said that. 

He was unusually getting attached to her and that scared him.

After Steve attatchment was difficult. Trust was difficult. But Y/N made it seem like child's play. She somehow completely saw through him. Almost as if she knew everything about him and he was confused by that.

Especially at those little moments when he felt hesitant.

Bucky was a handsome man no doubt and that meant some women were confident enough to ask hit on him everytime he was out at a restaurant or a bar with the others. Y/N would join them quite often and on one such day she saved Bucky from his anxiety issues.

"Hey.....you come here quite often.....can I buy you a drink ?", a very confident girl had managed to come up to the table and asked Bucky who looked at her with eyes as blown out as big as saucers and immediately looked down stuttering as he tried to politely reject the lady. A hand carefully wrapped around his metal arm as he realized Y/N had said "I'm sorry he's taken", before sending the girl as kind smile which had lead to Bucky's hair-hidden neck to go red.

Bucky had excused himself to the washroomas the rest relentlessly teased his popularity but he had not noticed Y/N following suit.

"I'm sorry", she had apologised leaving the other puzzled again. "W-why?" "I should have asked before touching you....I know-I know you don't like being touched....I'm sorry". There was pure sincerity in her voice "NO!",his own voice startled him and her as she looked at him in confusion. "I-I mean I'm glad....You helped me out there......Also.....",there was hesitation in Bucky's heart, "Also....I don't mind if you touch me Y/N".

That day onwards something changed. Significantly so, Bucky found himself calling and hanging out with Y/N more. She filled his thoughts would be one way of saying that and the Avengers noticed. So the next time Bucky tried to sneak out of the farm when the others were there Sam noticed, “Hey Hey Hey ! Where are you sneakin to ?”. The other stood frozen like a deer in the headlights staring down at his best friend like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. Nat smirked as she bit on her grilled cheese sandwich sing songing, “He’s going to meet Y/N~~”Bucky grumbled a little ‘Shut up Nat’ before taking the car out towards the bar.

“Buck !”, she had yelled waving as he smiled and pulled her into his arms for a hug and staying like that for a few minutes both eventually hesitantly letting go. Joe the bartender already having set up their regular drinks showed how often they frequented the place, even having seats that were almost always empty for just the two of them. 

After meeting Y/N, Bucky realised new things about himself. He liked sweet stuff more than savoury. He liked playing games at the arcade. He was definately much more open to technology than Steve ever was. He liked being spoiled and babied. And he was extremely serious about board games. He knew all this because Y/N made him realize that.

That day he found out another thing. He likes staring at Y/N looking at the sunset. In other words he likes Y/N. But he had promised himself to not act on it. He didn’t want to loose her. Not now, not ever.

Walking through a dark alley way was not something Bucky liked but with Y/N it was something he was starting to hate. Y/N is beautiful. Obliviously so. He could sense sleazy men staring at her but chose to stay put. But we all know that rouse wasn’t going to stay put for long considering a group of 3 men surrounding the two of them all eyeing Y/N. “Hey sweetheart why don’t you come with us ? We counld have a darn sweet night”, exclaimed the one that looked like the leader as the other two laughed behind him. “Back off”, Bucky had warned. He didn’t want to fight. He felt like he’d embarrass himself before Y/N. “Ohhh look who it is The Winter Soldier”, the other said mockingly. “What are you going to do? Kill me? You don’t have Captain America now to back you up do you ?”. Before Bucky could even reply the third guy let out a scream at which everyone turned to look at him to see him cradling what seemed like a freshly broken wrist and before he could even react the second one went flying into a pile of trash (where he belongs) and the main commentator’s head was being bashed strait onto the road by Y/N’s hand. “No, but he does does have an ex-black ops now turned into a CIA Agent to back him up”, she quipped seethingly through her teeth.

Bucky said nothing. His brain was still processing the information he was bombarded with. He walked Y/N to her car and drove back to Clint’s all while still processing.

So when Sam (who was just about to leave) asks “How was it ?” Bucky looks him in the eye and goes.

“I’m in love with Y/N.”

Tony had decided to prank Clint one fine day and told everyone that Clint was hosting a sleepover. So that meant Clint had to accomodated several idiots into his farmhouse. Within this chaos he also had a very great idea.

So when Y/N was pushed into Bucky’s room both stopped functioning.

Y/N spotted him angrily whispering into is phone as she got out of the shower. Throwing his phone into oblivion ,startled, when she called name out suddenly. “Y-You’re done ? Uhhhh you can take the bed doll, I’ll take the floor”,Bucky hates the floor but if it meant Y/N would be comfortable, he’d be ready to sleep on a block of ice. “Nope definately not ! We can share the damn bed Buck the floor uncomfortable !”, she argued. “ No Y/N you don’t understand I can’t !” “WHY! IS IT BECAUSE I MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE AFTER THAT DAY ?”, there was a grave silence between the two. He knew exactly what she was talking about. Bucky’s eyes soften and for the first time he realizes that he had never thaken the effort to know more about Y/N. He was focused on her helping him find himself. “Why would you say that ?” ,he said softly as he moved towards her and she moved backwards. “Because it is what it is isn’t it?”, she retorted. “NO IT IS NOT !”, Bucky sighed as he sat on the bed and watched the woman of importance as she paced around the room. “Why then Bucky ? You’ve been distant from me since that day....” “You won’t understand.....” “Try me” “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU OKAY !” 

12 minutes. It had been 12 minutes since Y/N had froze and stared at Bucky. 

“Shut up. You’re lying” , she finally said.

“What ? No ! Why would I lie about that”,Bucky argued

“Because ! You are James Buchanan Barnes ! One of the most attractive men I have seen in my life period.”

“And here I’m the one firmly believing someone like me doesn’t even stand a change with someone as pretty as you.”

“See, you’re lying again”

“Doll, shut up before I will have to make you”, he warned

“Don’t make empty threats that you won’t fulfill James”, she challenged.

And with that Bucky has Y/N slammed into the bed , his mouth moving roughly along her’s as she puts her arms around his. There was something different about this Bucky. Y/N felt every single pent up frustration that the man kissing her had felt supressing his feelings had felt.

Soon enough they seperated, finally gasping for air. Bucky plopped beside Y/N as she placed her palm on his cheek rubbing a thumb over it while smiling at him blissfully. 

“Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you”

“I love you...”, she said and somehow Bucky knew he had tears running down his cheeks. He curled into her arms. Clint’s loud speakers playing Elvis as the two dozed off to sleep. But Bucky waited for her to doze off, kissing her forehead as he ran his metal arm through her hair.

“Мой целитель, I love you too”, he said. 

He wasn’t alone anymore. He was healed. His internal war had ended forever. That’s all he ever wanted. That’s all he was thankful for.

---The End---

Guess who almost cried writing this fic? That’s right! ME. Now I need myself a Bucky to hug. I really hope you liked this fic and I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH ON HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE YOU BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME! Please like, share, comment and reblog if you like my work to support me ! Please do not plagarise my hard work and thank you so much for reading! 

~Love, Hri

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KOT Ficlet #5 (Momoya Natsu/ Yoshinaga Atsumu)

When the lights start flashing like a photo booth (And the stars exploding, we'll be fireproof.)

Warning: Themes of underage drinking and implied sexual content.

Natsu roughly based on this art by @sasukeslove

A small AU on MomoYoshi's first meeting:

...

Natsu is six when he learns about Angels.

He’s perched on mama’s lap, carrying a new storybook with tiny hands and slowly pronouncing all the words. Her proud smile encourages him to read the larger words too, the ones he’d avoid out of embarrassment—something about a pro-fe-cky and a pro-mice that He exists up there somewhere, over the pillowy clouds watching down on them.

Mama tucks him in that night and tells Natsu to close his eyes and pray because Angels only come to good boys.

He’s ten when it all sounds like bullshit to him.

Over the years, Mom’s rosy smile had withered into a fatigued sigh, a cry for help to the God that never answers no matter how much they pray. Dad was more a guest than a resident. He came around once in a while to eat lunch—with a taut smile plastered eerily over his smooth features—and swiftly vanish to not return in that week .

They’ve stopped waiting for him and Natsu stops asking questions.

He’s thirteen when he meets Sei, a child around his age, except so much more charming and calm and composed for someone that carried half the same set of genes Natsu had. He learns of his father’s betrayal and is honestly shocked at his own lack of surprise. Still, he questions his God and why why why would He let mom’s heart shatter like that?

Sei is quick to laugh and tell him that God doesn’t exist and mom is just a victim to their monster of a father.

So he goes home that day to his outraged mother, hair coloured like glittery Christmas tinsel and sapphire lenses replacing his usual shade of honey brown. She snaps at the sight, yelling at him till her throat closes up, till nothing but a harsh sob escapes her and he lets her. They both had to cope somehow.

By the fall of his fourteenth year, he gets pierced four times and stops talking to his mother almost completely.

To hell with dad. To hell with God.

Natsu is fifteen, and he doesn’t care about anything anymore.

He’s fifteen and quickly realising from his daily job as a guitarist in the club that girls aren't attractive no matter how much they flock around him. He still humours them sometimes, a touch here, a kiss there since the pay is good enough for him to add some extra service on his part.

Mom plies herself with work as often as possible, to douse her misery in the decayed scent of piled papers and clunking keyboards. She leaves Natsu to deal with everything else on his own like the obedient son he is, letting him go like dad left her.

Natsu is alright, though. He’s done this far longer than she knows.

He stops reaching out to her, stops talking to someone up in the skies, settling instead to live a tranquil life in the shadows, under the dependable shade of music. He hates people. He hates the world.

Natsu is basking in the warmth of another uneventful day in the club, when in walks a boy out of fucking nowhere and his entire world tips on its axis.

The boy takes shaky, wary steps as if he were balancing on a trapeze. Dark black bangs like thick black rain spill over the side of his face, half covering wide brown eyes. Splotches of pink and porcelain white stick out where his sweater ends and skin begins. He’s small and delicate and beautiful, Natsu’s heart skips a beat. Or two. Or maybe three.

And why should he lie? Natsu has seen beautiful, quite a few varieties of it too. But this…this was different. This was unreal.

The boy looks around nervously before he catches something and there’s a spark in those hazel eyes, sharp and electric, a smile tugging at his lips.

Natsu follows his gaze. On the stage lies his own guitar—a pre-performance habit for people to know he was next. He took great pride because this itself garnered more clusters than anyone in the entire house.

Natsu smiles. So he was a fan.

He downs the customary shot of vodka, waving at the people before hopping on stage and wrapping the sling around his neck. He scours the audience for a familiar face and it doesn’t take a lot, to spot a splatter of ink black in the crowd, batting eager eyelids at him. The smaller boy realises the attention on him and glances behind to confirm his suspicion.

By the time he swings around, eyes blown wide in a stare, Natsu plays the first chord.

In an instant, his expression shifts to a mix of awe and interest, a silent worship and a loud cheer compiled in one small, thin body. He claps more than anyone else in the room, beaming like a floodlight by the time Natsu finishes.

It was nothing strange. He played among cheers every day but none felt as satisfying with this voice hooting and clearly standing out from his regular gang of squealing girls. He throws his head back laughing back stage when no one is there to see.

By the time Natsu gets out on the floor again, a little more thrilled for the night and dressed in something less flashy, he’s gone. He screws his lips in displeasure and asks his friend to make him something stronger than the usual.

This happens more nights than not, and it was frustrating him.

The moment Angel boy—as he’s dubbed him, steps in through the door, Natsu traces his every move and quickly registers a pattern. He only comes around on days the club was the busiest—specifically during Natsu’s performance, talks to no one and leaves before he has the chance to even ask a name.

Not that Natsu was interested in him or anything. He was just curious, is all—why this boy looked like a starved pet every time he saw him on stage and if he really smelled like soft winter blankets and warm fireplaces, all angelic and pure.

Okay, so maybe he was a little interested.

Months pass like that.

The mid-November chill comes with its blistering snowstorms and the club is jam packed—winters were some of their busiest months—and Natsu’s up to perform. Instead of preparing, he watches the door resolutely from the bar, tapping impatiently at the table.

As routine, it barely opens a crack, and he sees a sliver of ebony snaking it’s way through the crowd. The boy stands on his tippy-toes which don’t give him much of a view, so he does these tiny jumps—that are so adorable, for a second Natsu forgets his own name—and scowls when he notices no guitar on stage.

He checks the time, the stage and then scans the crowd. The anticipation throbs through Natsu as he follows his eyes cross the room in slow motion, dragging dragging until they eventually land on him. Everything stills—the thundering music, the singing and all he can hear is the low thump of veins against his skin.

It’s over in a flash.

“That your Angel boy?” The bartender gestures at the figure turning tail and running, drying the pad on his prized work station. He skillfully pours two coloured liquids into an oddly shaped glass and passes it over the counter to him.

Natsu hums, swirling the absinthe stained drink in hand, eyeing the smaller boy gasp as a couple slams against the door, clearly piss drunk with her suspended over his thighs and gyrating her hips into the man.

“Hey, chief.”

“Hm?”

“You think I can get off early tonight?”

The man raises an eyebrow. “Like when?”

“Like now.” Natsu answers, never letting his gaze falter from the head full of black hair slowly receding through the crowd, horrified.

The man guffaws, lifting a glass of water—since he can’t drink on duty—and clinking it with Natsu’s.

“Must be fuckin’ Christmas if you’re taking interest in anyone, so I’ll let this one pass. Don’t scare him off now. He already looks like a trembling lamb.”

Natsu knocks back the contents, swallowing the liquid till it numbs his entire mouth and smirks.

“I’ll try.”

So he follows the boy. Hands are immediately all over him from faces he recognises in passing—a girl he once kissed, someone that made him cake, but he pushes them off.

His boy of interest forces the hood of his shirt up all the way, and glances behind him once before increasing his pace. Maybe the lights are really getting to him and maybe Natsu is a little tipsy when he reaches out to grab his hand.

The boy flips around to lock eyes frantically, as if a ghost had seized him.

“Hey.” Natsu musters his sweetest smile.

“Hi..” The boy replies.

And oh, his voice. It’s sugary sweet and so so soft like—like actual rolls of smooth and silky cotton had woven them. He blushes fiercely under Natsu’s relentless gaze and stares where their hands were connected in a tight grip as if it burned holes through him.

Natsu frowns. “Don’t run.”

The boy’s gaze shoots up, and he’s pulling away.

“I-I’m sorry I really h-have to go—”

“It’s my birthday.” Goddamn, he must be really wasted to admit that. Now that he thinks about it, what did he just drink?

Twentieth November, the day he was born and incidentally also the day he found his father’s tongue down another woman’s throat, holding a child over his shoulder.

“Oh,” The boy stops, pursing his lips and letting the hood go all the way down before flashing easily one of the most ethereal smiles Natsu has ever seen.

“Happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” he replies awkwardly. “It’s not going really well.”

“No?”

Natsu nods. “It’s nothing different.”

“You want it to be special?”

The buzz in his nerves practically screamed a yes to that—he wanted something to remember, to bury the horrible memories he associated with this day, for the days he wished he was never born in the first place. He wanted to fit it all in this one boy in one night, this angel he didn’t even know, to free him from himself.

Natsu tightens his grip. “Dance with me?”

Oh boy, the alcohol was talking.

Angel boy looks at Natsu with wide doe eyes, peers back at their hands and gulps. Natsu frowns and releases his hold. He was drunk, probably a little more than he’d admit to, but he didn’t want to pressurize anyone—not when this boy already looked so out of his element, a beige hoodie and skinny jeans in a club full of scantily clad folk.

But he reverses the roles, grabbing Natsu by the fingers so delicately, he releases a soft hum of satisfaction. He rubs fingers between his own, feeling the brush of calloused fingertips on them. It reminds him of mom’s soft chest rising and falling when she slept beside him because he was her ‘perfect little angel’ and made him feel safe.

He misses it. Misses being safe. Misses being loved.

“Okay,” the boy mumbles, peering from under his natural hood of hair with a light smile. “Okay. Let’s dance.”

Natsu doesn’t really know what he’s doing anymore. The lights blink and they’re suddenly in stop motion. It tricks his brain into thinking of them as pictures trapped some place in his brain forever. So he stares and stares and captures the blush spreading like wildfire across the boy’s face, a smile widening in tandem with the soft beats.

They’re two faces among a thousand on a random winter night. The music isn’t his type nor is his attire anything to be proud of. But this boy. Holy heavens, if he isn’t the prettiest thing ever then the stars should be ashamed because damn, he’d beat them even on a bad day.

His hair sways—a steady swing of left right left right and a pleasant smile sits snug on his features like that’s where they belonged, that’s where they had always belonged and Natsu closes his eyes when their hands meet again.

This is perfect.

It’s when the music stills that they transition to a slower lull of movement, and the blaze of liquor in his blood emboldens him into yanking the boy a little closer. He lets him fall with a small plop on his chest and laughs when he rubs his nose, scowling.

“Why do you never wait back?” He asks, exhaling at the warmth the boy’s presence brings. Natsu puts his hand around his waist and he swears, it was like he wasn’t human, like someone had sculpted him out of clay, moulded to near perfection. And maybe he’s treading into dangerous waters, but his mouth had a mind of its own and there’s nothing he could do to stop it.

“I always look for you after I’m done but you’re never here.”

Pair of hazelnut eyes sheepishly peer at him.

“I’m sorry. I’m just.… not good at socializing.”

“So you say,” Natsu laughs, “But you’re doing better than me.”

“No way!”

“Yes way.”

“You have to be kidding me you’re so cool—and and so beautiful I really cannot—since the beginning I haven’t been able to take my eyes off—”

He squeaks when he's dragged closer by the small of his back. Their eyes meet. Natsu sees flashes of every happy moment of his life mirrored in them; His first recital, mom’s naturally loud laugh, the first time he played the guitar. They reach into Natsu’s soul and drag out his joy like the reel of a kite.

“I thought you were an angel,” he chuckles so close, he feels the boy shiver against his cheek. “I still do. Everyone here calls you Angel boy. Score a drink from them with that name sometime. I’m sure they’ll oblige you.”

“Angel? I—” He breathes a giggle, twisting silver strands with his fingers. “If there’s any angel here, it’s you.”

But this is fake, he wants to say. It’s fake, artificial, made of desperation because he never wants to look into the mirror and see his father’s face staring back at him. He won’t be him. He won’t.

“Atsumu,” he says. “My name is Atsumu.”

“Atsumu.” Natsu repeats in his head till it rolls naturally over his tongue. Like Atsu meaning heat and summer and everything bright and cheery.

Natsu purposefully lingers near his ear, to breathe his name in the air, smiling, content.

“ ‘Tsumu. It’s cute,” he hums. “You’re cute.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Definitely.” He chuckles.

Atsumu whispers, low and uneasy. “C-can I ask you something?”

“Mhmm.” At this point, his voice gave him a greater high than the drink he had downed fifteen minutes ago. Or was it an hour? He couldn’t really tell and decided very quickly he didn’t care, anyway.

“Why don’t you.. come to school?”

Natsu’s eyes open a crack to glimpse at the boy who trembles softly under him, as if he were admitting to a crime.

“I—” he continues in alarm, “I swear I’m not a stalker I just—Oh my god please don’t misunderstand me—”

“Calm down.” Natsu shushes, smiling apologetically at the few people around him that had been torn out of their aggressive make-out session as if they weren’t the ones that needed a room. God, if he sees another dick hanging out, he’ll have to bust out the chainsaw in the basement and go wild.

“So,” he leads them to a quieter corner with very few people and lesser eyes their way. “School,” he waves a hand dismissively, “It’s boring. Lots of people. Annoying questions. You know the drill.”

“Right,” he gulps. “Right so, I’m uhh—in your class I don’t think you noticed and I’m from an instrument club and someone asked us a question. Something about erotic sounds—wait that sounds bad—not erotic erotic but.…Ah, I’m bad at explaining.”

Natsu doesn’t keep back the dreamy giggle that leaves him, swaying lightly to the music. He’s exactly as he imagined—hell, even his name was spot on—all warm and giggly and fluttery.

“I’m still listening,” Natsu smiles. “Go on.”

Atsumu scrunches his nose and continues. “So one of my club seniors—he comes of a little rough but he’s really nice—went to one of my other seniors house who I think he really likes, and her mother told him it’s—I’m sorry am I too confusing?”

“I think I can manage.”

“Okay, so basically, her mother says it’s the pause in between his words and actions. The space that is just…there. And so I was writing about it—because I write everything—and Oka-kun saw my book.”

Natsu scowls. “Oka is annoying like that.”

The boy giggles this time. “Funny. He said you’d say that.”

“It’d be nice if he attempted to change it, then.”

“And so he told me you play music, where you work and that maybe you could do something good for once—I didn’t say that he did—So…” He moves his hand vaguely around them. “Here I am.”

Natsu hums against his head, bringing him to a slower pace as the song changes.

“I’ll have to thank him for that.”

“You’re not..angry?” He says through furrowed brows. “Oka-kun said you would be if you found out.”

He’s certain if Oka showed up here uninvited, Natsu would promptly kick him out. Because Oka is annoying. Atsumu however….

“So? Did you get your answer?” He asks instead.

The smaller boy makes a face, pulling all his features in to make his button nose stand out more than it already does and pout.

Natsu laughs. He’s been doing a lot of that today. Laughing.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“Don’t get me wrong! Your performances are splendid and I really can’t get enough of them but the answer…I still haven’t reached a conclusion.”

Natsu plays with the fingers in his hand, shuffling to let them sink into the gap between his. Atsumu stares and responds by shyly tucking his fingers in.

“Want me to help you?” He whispers, tapping the side of Atsumu’s waist with his other hand.

“Can you?” He whispers back.

Can he? Yes. Should he? Probably not.

But what use is logic anyway, when a boy the embodiment of a sunny summer day amid a bitter winter stood enclosed in his arms?

Yeah. To hell with logic.

Natsu sways his hips, raking his free hand through Atsumu’s hair. He releases a pleased sigh when the tiny fingers between his tighten as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality, which was good. Natsu felt the same, like his sanity was slowly slipping through open fingers.

“Spaces…exist everywhere. In words, in voices, in time…” He draws their joined hands to his mouth, dragging wet lips over porcelain skin. Atsumu shudders, breathing in sharp, shallow exhales.

“These hands..there’s a space in between them too if you look carefully. We’re so close,” fingers tighten around his shirt. “But still never close enough.

He runs a palm down the boy’s face that angles and angles till plush, red lips are within kissing distance. They part and blow warm clouds of air that taste mint and chocolate in his mouth. Natsu smiles. “Space is where there is distance. Space is where there is intimacy. Space is where there is friction. And this exciting gap that keeps us wanting to be closer till not even an atom could squeeze in—” he leans in closer, “—is erotic.”

He backs away while he has the physical capacity to do so, before the alcohol overrides every decision in his head and they end up a tangled mess of limbs in some random hotel room, but Atsumu having none of it.

He pulls Natsu to himself, clutching the pleats of his shirt and tugging him down to his lips. Teeth knock loudly against each other and Natsu hisses lightly, parting to lick the tingle in the tip of his incisor away.

“S-sorry!” Atsumu covers his embarrassment behind shaky hands. Natsu wraps thin fingers under his chin, reeling him in slow and steady and closes the distance. It’s soft, like a snowflake on a tree, virgin snow settling on frozen water and ironically, melts him. It boils and freezes, ignites his soul into a firework of bursting flames. He’s touching, feeling, pulling until every inhale feels like fire in his lungs.

“Closer,” Atsumu murmurs, throwing nimble hands over his shoulder and locking their lips together like puzzle pieces on a gameboard. “Make the space go away.”

It’s chaotic, and it’s magical. Like every star in the galaxy twinkled around them tonight, like every blossoming flower settled wherever Atsumu touched him. He’s drunk on vodka, drunk on happiness, drunk on love.

Closer. Natsu pushes a knee in between his thighs. His mouth hangs open in a silent moan, eyes slowly rolling into the back of his head.

Closer. The hands in his air pull him in for another searing kiss, pressing for entry, to delve deeper, deeper into themselves. Atsumu nibbles lightly on his lip and Natsu lets him bruise him for tonight. To wreck him, destroy him.

Closer.

They settle for a slower casual rhythm when they part to breathe. He keeps them moving on the floor, smiling against a pair of swollen lips.

“School suddenly sounds much more interesting.” He says.

Atsumu squints incredulously. “We can’t do this at school.”

“No?”

“No!”

Natsu shrugs, pecking the tip of the boy’s nose. “Shame.”

“Then you’ll come?” Atsumu bumps his forehead against Natsu’s. “I’ll really see you tomorrow?”

“If you can walk home straight after tonight, then sure.”

Atsumu gasps and slaps him across the back, blushing as they leave the club, hand in hand, away into the wintery night.

Natsu turns sixteen—a little drunk, a lot happy—but he’s sixteen and he can pinpoint this as the day he falls in love even years later.

And every other birthday is insignificant but so much better, spent at home, in the arms of the boy that saved him in just one night, all those years ago.

Mom only ever asks where he’s going and who he’s moving in with while he packs his bags to leave. She frowns when he answers with the widest smile on his face, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“An Angel.”

Ignore the sloppy writing haha. I'm writing this while travelling back home after a god awful six hour exam.

It felt too plotless to post on my ao3 kdkcd—

If you look at the colouring of Natsu I based it on (go give @sasukeslove all the real love), I imagine the art as the morning after when Oka's annoying Natsu and Atsumu walks in through the door (≧▽≦)

#kono oto tomare! #kotedit #kot #ao3 #dailykot #fanfic #kono oto #ficlet #momoyoshi #momoya natsu #atsumu yoshinaga #Spotify

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lunch break || s. aizawa

Kay's Notes: Hey, y'all. I think this might be my first time ever posting my writing on Tumblr, so bare with me. I've been using mobile exclusively, and let's just say that my theme is going to be a work in progress. If there is anything you as a reader would like me to change in either tagging or formatting, please let me know! I'm always open to comments, suggestions, critiques, whatever. This work is edited from an OC x Aizawa fanfic that I am working on. I'll be writing more reader insert type works in the upcoming months, as I now have an embarrassingly long list of them.

Summary: Aizawa and Y/N decided to meet up for lunch. That sounds simple enough, right? Ha, wrong. Lunch for two turns into lunch for one.

Warnings: AFAB reader, NSFW, minors DNI. Non-established relationship, oral (f! receiving), praise, slightly insecure reader near the end. Reader is a hero and has a quirk, but it is not defined.

The hellions were too much. Administering the written portion of the final exam had Shouta questioning his choice in career path, if he was being frank. How some of his students had passed the entrance examinations was beyond him at this point, and the thought of grading them sent a chill through his body despite the day's heat.

Despite the impending horror that was Kaminari Denki's handwriting and subsequent answers, Aizawa had a small smile on his face as he made his way to Y/N's apartment. Their last encounter had him yearning for more, anything to learn more about the angel that had graced his presence.

How could he even describe it? She had been nothing like his expectations, instead defying them one by one. Snarky in the best ways, quick-witted enough to leave him holding back chortles. Powerful enough to keep almost any other hero on their toes. Gorgeous, too gorgeous. And she had admitted feelings to him? What was there left to say? He felt honored to be attempting, well, whatever it was they were calling their relationship. Kisses and lingering touches be damned.

"Meet me for lunch after the finals? I'd be more than happy to cook for you at my place."

And meet Y/N for lunch he would.

She had left her door unlocked, obviously expecting him. But when Shouta made his way through the foyer of her apartment, Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Not in the living room, not in the kitchen. What happened to lunch?

“Oh, Shouta…”

There was no chance in hell. He had to keep every muscle in his body taut so as not to sprint to her bedroom, the stiffening of his member almost instant. It took all of his willpower to casually make his way to her room, the door wide open.

That little minx. She was laid out on her bed completely bare, hair splayed beautifully beneath her. Her back arched as she rubbed slow circles over her clit, slick all the way down to her mid-thigh. Another breathy gasp escaped her; her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned out his name once more.

He couldn’t help himself from slowly making his way to the edge of her bed, unraveling his capture weapon as he walked. “Kitten, is this all for me?”

Y/N's eyes shot open immediately. Those incredible breasts were on display for him, finally. Her thighs clenched together over her hand, blocking him from viewing anymore of her dripping folds.

“I – I thought you’d be later,” she gasped, snaking her free arm over her chest.

“I’m glad I’m not.” The words came out in a murmur as he pulled his top off in one fluid motion, dark eyes taking in every inch of her form. Achingly slowly, he kneeled onto the bed, one hand creeping up her side, relishing in the soft skin beneath his fingertips. He moved to grasp her chin in his hands, forcing her to meet his lust-blown gaze. He gently pressed a kiss to her lips, sighing when she responded so eagerly.

“Who knew I’d be having you for lunch, angel?” At his question, Y/N moaned, the very phrase sending goosebumps all over her body. The slightest heave of her breathing sent her chest up closer to him, and God be damned if he wasn’t desperate to pull every part of it between his lips.

“Sho-Shouta, please,” she stammered, her head rolling to one side of the pillow. He took that as an invitation to press his lips to her neck, nipping lightly at her skin, groaning at the sound of her voice. God, this was too much. He was suckling at her skin like a man starved, ravenous for her crying out for him. But he knew better than to push too far. He’d make her beg for it. Not just today, but for as long as he could get away with it. Until she couldn’t go a single day without pleading for him to fill her completely, to give in to her wanton need for them to become one.

“Easy, kitten. I’ll take care of you.” Shouta’s voice was low and gravelly as he moved further down her skin, lips endlessly exploring every part of her flesh. He stopped at her collarbone; another suckle that had her bucking her hips, leaving a lovely bruise in his wake. To her sternum, lazily licking between her breasts. Y/N heaved a sigh, running a hand through his hair and subsequently whining when he wouldn’t move. A soft tug to his locks made him smirk, eyes flashing up, mesmerized by the expression on her face. Her eyes were half-lidded and those pouty lips were plump and parted. He could only imagine how it would feel to watch as her lips wrapped around his cock, to have those beautiful eyes staring up at him from where she was settled on her knees.

Finally, he allowed himself to wrap his lips around one perky nipple, giving it a quick suck before leisurely stroking it with his tongue. Shouta slid a hand down to gently push her thighs apart, anxious to feel her heat for himself. God, she was overwhelmingly wet. How could he keep himself from smiling when he knew he was turning her on so well? As he languidly continued to work his tongue around her breast, he inched a finger to her folds, chuckling softly when she arched at the touch.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” Shouta whispered the words, pleased when she gasped out as he rubbed a soft circle over her clit, the lightest touch to keep her on edge.

“Ba-baby, please,” she groaned, releasing her vice-like grip on his hair when he moved from her side to kneel at the edge of the bed. It was followed by a squeak as he pulled her by the hips to meet him, keeping her thighs spread for him to enjoy. The hums she emitted were low, interrupted by soft whispers, his name a prayer between her lips. But in Shouta’s eyes, her body was a temple, and he was here to worship it, eager to finally have a taste of heaven.

His tempo was torture, agonizingly slow. The up and down of his thumb over her clit kept her rolling her hips, wordlessly begging him for more.

And when she looked down, the smirk he gave her was brash, an arrogance she would never have expected to see on Shouta’s usually stoic face. But the moment he gave her one long, achingly slow lick from her entrance to her clit, she learned why he was so cocky. He knew that he was going to leave her breathless. He repeated the movement for what felt like forever, leaving Y/N running her hands through his hair once more. Those easy strokes evolved into Shouta focusing his attention to her clit, lapping at it greedily.

Shouta couldn’t get enough of her. The taste of her, the feeling of her hands keeping him exactly where she wanted him. The way she would moan out softly, following it up with a whine when his licks turned into soft sucks. He fervently slipped a finger inside of her, curving it as he slowly pumped.

“More, more, please.” Her mewls were desperate, and he chuckled against her folds, obliging her. The movements were deliberate, his pace steady as he continued to thrust into her, reaching the spot that made her groan. Looking up again, he was mesmerized by the carnal desire in her eyes, by the way she deliciously rolled her hips against him. And as much as he yearned to just take her then and there, Shouta kept his focus on her pleasure. He gradually increased the pace of his thrusts, continuing to suck on her swollen nub.

Her walls started clenching, and Y/N’s breathing grew more labored with every minute.

“Shouta, wait, I'm going to -” Her words were strangled in her throat, and he had no problem ignoring them. He wouldn’t wait. Not when she was writhing from his touch, from the way he devoured her. No, he wouldn’t stop, not when she was on the edge. This was what he had been aching for. Shouta added a third slender finger into her folds, groaning as she started to flutter around him. Her hands were gripping the bed sheets like she was afraid they’d fly away, and the movement of her hips was erratic.

He held one of her thighs down with his free hand and thrust into her furiously, knowing just how close she was.

“Oh my God, Shouta, I -”

“Come for me, angel.”

Her walls spasmed around his fingers, and those luscious hips lifted off of the bed, furiously writhing against his hand. Y/N’s moans were the most beautiful music he had ever heard. Shouta watched in awe as she came, keeping his pace consistent until she begged, pleaded for him to slow down, no more, please, Shouta.

Y/N shuddered on the bed, her legs finally closing together when Shouta laid himself next to her, gingerly running his hands through her hair. Gentle kisses against her cheeks, her neck, her forehead. God, she was sacred in his eyes. Those brilliant eyes fluttered open, and a radiant smile graced her lips.

“You’re absolutely divine, Y/N,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist. Her skin was damp to the touch, but he wanted to feel it all the same.

“You can’t say things like that, Shouta. A girl just might believe it.” The words were light, but they held a hint of sorrow behind them. As if she didn’t think he’d ever mean it. He took her chin in one of his hands once more, begging her to meet his eyes. And she did, albeit it begrudgingly.

“Y/N, you are an angel on Earth, and I will make you believe it, whether you like it or not.” A devoted kiss to her lips. He’d remind her every single day until it was ingrained in her – she was incredible.

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Infinite Love Stories: Reflections

Hello! This is the first chapter of a mini-series I have planned for Park Min Young, and my first actress piece. This is the secret project I’ve been working on several months ago, shortly before my Kang Mina piece. Might not seem like it from this first chapter, but this is going to be a legitimate story with actual plot. PMY is my absolute perfect woman, so I hope I did her justice in this first chapter. I hope you all enjoy!

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“How long are you going to sleep, baby?”

 A gentle voice rings in your ears, causing your eyes to slowly flutter open. Rubbing your eyes, your vision is still blurry as you roll onto your side. As your vision clears, your heart skips a beat from the breathtaking view in front of you. Standing next to the bed and looking down at you is the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen. Beams of sunlight trickle in through the window, as she gives you a radiant smile. The soft streams of light illuminate her pitch-black hair, giving the illusion of a glowing halo. Your chest tightens as her angelic beauty washes over you.

 “Park Min Young. How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?” You groan, stretching your hand out to grab hers.

“Sometimes people are just fated to be together, you’ll understand soon.” Min Young smiles.

 She reaches down and gently squeezes your hand. Her soft fingers delicately interlace with yours. Every once in a while, Min Young speaks in a flowery and dramatic way, something you always attribute to her acting career. Your dick stiffens as you admire her sensual curves. The simple white nightgown she has on loosely clings to her sizable chest. The low collar reveals her arousing cleavage, a wondrous valley you can’t wait to explore. You pull her onto the bed next to you, her perfect breasts bouncing as she lands on the mattress. Min Young lets out a small giggle as you put your hand on her hip, slowly pulling yourself closer to her.

 “Not right now, honey. It’s a special day, and we’ve got lots of stuff to do. We can’t afford to be late.” She laughs, gently pushing her hand against your chest.

 “Well if it’s that important, I might as well join you in the shower. You know to save water and time, all that jazz.” You say, giving her neck a soft kiss.

 “Oh you’re trouble, mister. I guess we better hurry up then.”

Min Young laughs as she gets out of bed and starts walking to the bathroom. After several steps she takes off her nightgown, throwing it at your face. As you pull it off of your head, you watch her shapely ass bounce with each step as she disappears into the bathroom. Suddenly her hand reaches around the corner, beckoning for you to come join her. You immediately jump off the bed, eagerly stripping off clothes as you race into the bathroom. As you enter the bathroom, you skid to stop as you are overwhelmed by the scene before you.

  Min Young has already started the shower, standing in the stall as the water cascades over her. Water streaks down her body, drops falling from her perky breasts. At this point you’ve seen Min Young naked countless times, but her body is so perfect that it always leaves you breathless. Unable to control your lust, you rush into the shower. She giggles as you pull her close to your body, your erect dick pressing against her body. Not wasting any time, you immediately cup her giant tits in your hands. The water slickens her skin, the elasticity of her breasts rippling against your fingertips. Her soft flesh slips through your fingers as you roughly squeeze her breasts.  As your dick throbs against her body, you lean in and whisper in her ear.

 “God, you’re so fucking beautiful baby. I want you so bad right now. I just want to empty every bit of my load inside of you.”

 With a playful smile, Min Young gives your cheek a tender kiss before whispering her response in your ear.

 “I want that too, but we don’t have time right now. I can give you a quick titfuck, but that’s all we have time for.” She whispers.

 You frown at not being able to fill her, but her titfucks are out of this world so you’ll take what you can get. As you nod in acceptance, Min Young smiles and softly kisses your lips before sinking to her knees. With a seductive smile, she slowly squeezes her breasts around you, mountains of silky flesh enveloping your cock with your tip barely peeking out of the top. Pushing her tits together, she vigorously rubs them up and down your shaft. The warm water from the shower pours into her cleavage as it trickles down your dick. Lubricated from the shower, the friction from her soft skin makes a wave of pleasure wash over you.

 “Fuck baby, you’re so good. You always know exactly what I love.” You groan.

 Min Young giggles as her breasts bring you a surge of ecstasy.

 “I’ve had all the time in the world to learn.” She smiles.

 Before you have time to comprehend what she said, Min Young leans down and licks your tip as it pops in and out of her cleavage. Your dick throbs from the pleasure as her warm tongue massages your tip. As she speeds up her titfuck, her breasts aggressively slap against your waist. Pushing her breasts even closer together, her cleavage wraps around your dick even tighter. She loudly slurps on your cock as her tits furiously ripple against your shaft. You reach down and grab a handful of her hair as your tip explores her mouth. Her tongue rapidly swirls around your tip. Overwhelmed by the pleasure of amazing tits, you stumble slightly and steady yourself against the wall. With her soft skin pressuring your dick, you’re trying to last as long as you can. But the sensation of her giant tits jiggling against your cock is too much to bear.

 Suddenly Min Young looks up at you, and the picture before you is just too overwhelming. Seeing her bright eyes stare at you as her massive tits are wrapped around your cock with your tip in her mouth pushes you over the edge. You thrust aggressively, pushing your tip into the back of her throat. With a roaring grunt, you shoot your load into her mouth. Your cock throbs violently as thick streams of cum flood her throat. After one last powerful spurt, you slip your dick out of her mouth with a groan of pleasure. Min Young looks up at you with a smile as you see her gulp down the last bit of your cum. She stands up and gives you a tender kiss as you recover from your orgasm. As she softly pulls her lips away from yours, she gives you an affectionate smile.

 “Don’t worry, there will be time for more later.” She giggles, giving you a flirtatious wink.

 Several minutes later, both of you have finished washing off and are getting dressed. As you button up your shirt, you turn to Min Young to speak but no words come out of your mouth after looking at her. Min Young has changed into a light purple sundress, your favorite color. It’s not as tight as some of her other dresses, but definitely tight enough to tease her perfect curves. She turns to you as she puts her hair into a ponytail, giggling at your open mouth. The simplicity of her outfit just accentuates her natural beauty even more. You desperately want to take her right here and now, but you know that she’ll just tell you there isn’t any time for that. Trying to force your lust down, you try to start a conversation to distract you.

 “So uh, all you’ve said is that today is a special day. Do you plan on telling me why today is so special?” You ask, wrapping a lavender tie around your neck.

 “Don’t worry, I’ll explain when we get there.” Min Young replies as she slips on a pair of sandals.

 “That’s good and all, but you haven’t even told me where we’re going,” You stare into the mirror and release a frustrated sigh as your fingers struggle to properly tie the necktie. “Like am I driving us somewhere or what? You’re not telling me anything and it’s kind of frustrating.”

 Min Young slowly steps behind you, gently putting her hands in front of your neck. She smiles at your reflection in the mirror as her slim fingers finish tying your tie. Slowly moving her arms down, she hugs your waist from behind. You try to avoid becoming erect from the sensation of her full breasts pressing against your back. She softly kisses your cheek before giving you a radiant smile.

 “I know it’s frustrating honey, but I promise that I’ll explain it to you. It’s just a short drive away. Do you remember that romantic spot you took me on our first date, the one with the ocean view? That’s where we’re going.” She whispers in your ear, gently squeezing your waist again.

 You smile at the memory of your first date with Min Young several years ago. You were so nervous that you tripped out of your car when you picked her up. At dinner you spilled sauce on your tie and you didn’t notice until the waiter offered something to remove the stain. Towards the end of the night you had brought her to your favorite spot. A small cove on the beach that was tucked away in a secluded area. While you both watched the sun set over the tide, you were convinced you weren’t getting a second date. Then to your surprise, she kissed you and told you she had fun. You were blown away that she enjoyed herself when you were thoroughly convinced you ruined the entire night. The two of you went on even more dates, moving in with each other a little over two years later.

 Min Young’s soft lips press against your cheek again, bringing you back to reality. You turn and give her a loving smile. Leaning in, you gently press your lips against hers. Slowly pulling away, you both lock eyes and give each other a warm smile.

 “All right. Let’s get going then.” You say.

 After giving you another soft kiss, Min Young gently grabs your hand. Her delicate fingers interlock with yours as she pulls you out of the apartment and to the car. Every few steps, she gives your hand a light squeeze as if to make sure that you’re still there. Getting into the car, you smile at her as you turn around to look out the back. You’re still not sure what exactly is going on, but you know you’d go anywhere with Min Young. Pulling out of the parking spot, you start the long and scenic drive to the beach.

  The radio blares as you both sing along to the songs that pop up. Street signs fly past in a blur as you start to leave the city, the last ones you remember seeing being an intersection of Parkway Terrace and Evergreen Drive. Laughter fills the car as each of you chuckle at the small stories you tell each other; the two of you fully enjoying each other’s company as you zoom down the highway. Finally, you pull up to a long stretch of beach. A warm breeze blows as you both get out of the car. You turn to see Min Young’s dress lightly flitter in the wind. She gives you a shy smile as she moves next to you. Grabbing your hand again, she pulls you down onto the warm sand.  The two of you start to play around on the beach, running around and splashing each other. It’s like a scene from a drama as Min Young gives you a perfect sight to save in your memory forever.

 Dark sand crumples around her feet as she stands in front of you. Waves crash around her, white seafoam swallowing her ankles. The crimson sunset reflects off the clear waters, paling in comparison only to her radiant smile. Min Young dips her fingers into the emerald waters, playfully splashing water at you. The scene is so picturesque that you swear it’s moving in slow motion. Drops of ocean water twinkle in the sunset as she throws another handful at you. Every part of the scene is so perfect, you capture it in your brain to remember for an eternity. Her dark ponytail drapes over her shoulder, providing a stark contrast to her pale skin. A beaming smile lights up her face as her eyes shower you with love. You swear the water she’s splashing is moving in slow motion. Suddenly everything snaps back to reality as Min Young grabs your hand, running as she pulls you to the cove.

 Exhausted from the running around, the two of you sit on the sand and watch the sun retreat underneath the waves. Min Young cuddles up next to you, putting her head on your shoulder. You look down at her, the view next to you even more incredible than the one in front of you. She turns to you and gives you an affectionate smile. As you both stand up to go home, Min Young suddenly drops to one knee. Worried that she fell, you kneel after her, grabbing her shoulders to keep her steady.

 “Are you okay?” You ask as you frantically check her for any injuries.

 “I’m fine, I’m just doing something really quick.” She smiles.

 Confused, you stare at her with a quizzical look on your face until it registers.

 “At this very spot 5 years ago, we ended our first date. You tried to act confident, but I could tell how nervous you were. Despite that, you tried so hard to make sure that I was still having a good time. When you finally brought me here, I already knew that I was going to go on a second date with you. The fact that you had shown me this intimate spot only you knew about made me decide to go on the third.” Min Young says as she looks up at you, her warm eyes glistening in the last remnants of sunset.

 As she continues her speech, everything about today sinks in.

 “I brought you back here 5 years later because this is where I realized I fell in love with you already. The more time we spent together after that, the more I knew we were connected. Whenever I was having a rough day, you were miraculously there just in time to make my day better. The more hardships we endured, the more our bond was strengthened. I know that our fates are tethered in a way neither of us can understand.”

 You’re a little confused by her speech. It sounds grandiose, but coming from Min Young, it feels as natural as air. As if she knows something you don’t.

 “We’ll always be together, no matter what. Our love will last for eons, even if you might not believe it. This is just the first page in our infinite love stories.”

 Min Young starts to choke up as a tear streaks down her face. With another radiant smile, she finishes her speech with one last sentence.

 “Will you marry me?”

 While you always figured you were going to be the one to propose, you can’t control the happiness you’re feeling right now. Both of you collapse into happy tears as you wrap your arms around her. A crying, laughing mess, you happily give her your answer.

 “Park Min Young, I will gladly marry you.”

 As the tears slowly stop falling, you hold Min Young for a few more seconds before pulling away. You look into her eyes with a giant smile on your face. She matches it with her own radiant smile before slowly leaning in. Her warm lips gently press against yours. The joyful sensation of the tender kiss spreads throughout your body. Min Young slips her tongue into your mouth, slowly swirling it around your own. You pull her closer as your tongues massage each other. A drop of saliva slides from her lips onto your chin as her tongue retreats from your mouth. You gently bite her lip, softly pulling on it before letting go as Min Young releases a small moan. Staring into her eyes, you know what’s about to happen. Desperate to get home, you stand up and pull her up with you before she stops you.

 “I need you inside me baby.” Min Young whines.

 You gulp anxiously as you feel your erection slowly press against your pants.

 “I need to be inside you, but not here. Let’s get home first.”

 “Why? I don’t know if I can wait that long…” She whimpers.

 “As much as I love you, I don’t want to have beach sex. I don’t like sand, it’s coarse and irritating. Plus, it gets everywhere.”

 While disappointed, Min Young nods. She gives you a seductive look and you both sprint to the car. Eager to get home and have what’s bound to be some of the best sex you’ve ever had, you frantically run to where you parked. You both swiftly get inside the car and within seconds of sitting down you speed out of the parking lot. As dusk falls, the street lights flicker on while you hurriedly navigate the highway home. Racing down the highway, you flinch when you suddenly feel Min Young stroking your dick through your pants. She slowly unzips your pants before whispering in your ear.

 “I can’t take it anymore, I need you inside me right now. I just need you so bad, I want you to fill me as much as you can.”

 Min Young gives your ear a quick nibble before slowly pulling your cock out of your boxers. A wave of pleasure washes over your body as she softly rubs her thumb across your tip. With an excited exhale, you quickly pull over to the side of the road. You slide your seat farther back and on cue Min Young dives down onto your cock. She takes your dick into her mouth all the way to the base, gagging slightly as your tip hits the back of her throat.

 “Oh, fuck baby.” You groan, reaching your hand onto the back of her head.

 Her warm tongue gripping your shaft, Min Young pulls her head back so just the tip is in her mouth. Pausing suddenly, she sits with your tip resting in her mouth. Saliva slowly pools in her mouth, gradually drowning your dick with pleasure. As she gently massages the tip of your cock with her tongue, your fingers slowly creep towards her hair tie. You messily release Min Young’s ponytail, her midnight hair tumbling down her shoulders. She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear as she swirls her tongue around the tip of your dick. Swallowing the saliva that was pooling in her mouth, the sudden friction of her cheeks against your tip surprises you. Your cock throbs violently as Min Young lifts her head off your cock.

 “You’re finished already? You just started.” You frown.

 “I was just getting you ready. No foreplay tonight, I just need you inside me right now.” Min Young whines needily.

 Min Young crawls over from the passenger seat, lustfully staring into your eyes as she hovers over your lap. Slowly pulling the sundress off, the purple fabric clings to her incredible curves as she reveals herself to you. You lick your lips in anticipation as she throws the dress back into the passenger seat. A sharp grunt leaves your mouth as Min Young slides her underwear to the side and slams herself on your dick. Her tight cunt constricts your cock as her body trembles from pleasure. Giving you a sly smile, she slowly reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra.

 You let out a deep exhale as Min Young undoes the final clasp on her bra. The large cupped purple bra falls on your lap, revealing her immaculate chest. Your cock throbs inside of her as you take in the sight of her massive chest. She giggles as you slowly run your hands up her sides, savoring the journey along her silky skin. Her small giggles turn into soft moans as you finally reach her giant tits. The sensation of her full breasts in your fingers pleases you in a way nothing else can. Your fingers press into her soft flesh, squeezing and pulling on her tits. As you lose yourself in the sensation of her breasts, Min Young suddenly cups your face. Leaning in, she gives you a soft kiss before pulling back and looking into your eyes.

 “You always loved my breasts.” She teases.

 “That’s because everything about them is perfect. I could spend forever attached to them. Besides, you like when I play with them just as much as I enjoy playing with them.” You reply.

 “You have no idea.” She smirks.

 Again, you get the feeling that she’s laughing at a joke only she understands. That leaves your mind after the next sentence that leaves her mouth.

 “Come on baby. Suck on them like you always do when I ride you. I need to cum.” Min Young moans needily.

 All other thoughts exit your brain as you dive into her delicious chest. Your lips immediately find her nipple and attach to them. The sweet taste of her flesh fills your mouth as you swirl your tongue around her stiff nipple. Min Young squirms in pleasure as you suck on her breasts, her hot walls writhing against your dick. Loud moans fill the car as she starts to lustfully bounce on your cock. As you slurp and suck on her tits, you squeeze them aggressively. Her silky skin ripples against your fingertips as you knead her breasts in your hands.

 “Fuck just like that baby.” She screams.

 Min Young’s moans pierce your ears as she continues to ride your dick. Now fully lost in your lust for her breasts, you bite and pull on her nipples. You continue vigorously squeezing her tits with one hand teasing the nipple that isn’t in your mouth. As you pinch it softly you pull on both nipples simultaneously, one with your fingers and the other with your teeth. Her velvety walls pulse against your cock as you continue devouring her breasts. Spit slowly leaks out of your mouth as your tongue continues to swirl and circle around her nipples. Suddenly you feel a tightness in your balls and curse yourself for not lasting long enough. Able to see it in your eyes, Min Young smiles.

 “It’s okay baby. We’re going to keep going either way. Cum inside me. Fill me up.” She manages to get out between moans.

 Grabbing the back of your head, Min Young pushes your face into her breasts. Her thrusts become livelier, her hips now mindlessly bouncing on your cock. You aggressively suck on her nipples, slurping and swirling your spit around them. With another pleasured shriek, she speeds her thrusts up even more. The sound of her heavenly flesh crashing against yours fills you with ecstasy. Her lustful humping on your dick causes the entire car to shake. Your cock slamming against the entrance of her womb, you feel your tip throb harder than it has all night.

 “I’m going to cum.” You groan, heavily muffled from her breasts in your mouth.

 You’re not even sure she heard you until her frantic moans contain words.

 “Do it, I need your cum inside me. Fill me up baby, I want all of your cum inside me, as deep as you can. I don’t want any of it to drip out.” She screams in needy moans.

 You don’t know what’s gotten into her tonight, but the entire sight in front of you is the most arousing thing you’ve ever seen. Your beautiful now-fiancé bouncing wildly on your cock as her breasts jiggle and ripple against your lips, desperately begging for you to fill her with your cum. The entire picture is perfect because you’ve never had such a hunger to release everything inside her as you do tonight. With absolute perfect timing, Min Young bounces on your cock with one final slam.

 “FUCK.” She screams louder than you’ve ever heard her.

 The entrance of her womb slams against the tip of your dick as her body shudders around it. The forceful pressure from her orgasm brings you to yours, your cock violently erupting inside her. A torrent of cum floods out of your tip, forcefully plastering against her tight walls. You release your mouth from her breasts, as she collapses against your body. Her hot cunt still trembling, it squeezes one last shot of cum out of you into her depths. The two of you lay against each other silently, slowly recovering from your intense orgasms. Finally, Min Young looks up at you with a mischievous smile.

 “That was amazing.”

 Min Young slowly lifts herself off your cock. Your cum slowly drips out of her pussy, forming a small puddle on your waist. Surprised by the amount that came out, she looks at you with awe as she crawls back over to the passenger seat.

 “You came so much honey.” She exclaims.

 “You told me to. Your wish is my command.” You joke, as if you have any control over how much you cum.

 “Good. That’ll satisfy us enough long enough for you to get us home for round two.”

 As she slips her sundress back over her body, you realize that Min Young forgot to put her bra back on as her stiff nipples poke through the soft fabric. You quickly tuck your cock back into your boxers and zip your pants. Pulling your seat back up to the original position, you turn to see Min Young biting her lip.

 “You should hurry and get us home. I’m going to have you empty everything you have inside me tonight, and you’re gonna need more room to do your magic.” She says in a seductive whisper.

 Without a second thought you immediately pull back onto the highway and speed towards your apartment.

  You don’t even have your fingers on the keypad to the lock on your apartment door before Min Young resumes her attack on you. Wrapping her arms around your waist, her hand reaches down and grips your cock through your pants.

 “Baby please, we’re not even in the door yet.” You say, squirming as you try to punch in the door code.

 “Then hurry up. I need you.” Min Young whispers in your ear as she strokes your dick through the crotch of your pants.

 Finally managing to input the door code, the electronic lock clunks open. You barely push the handle down when Min Young shoves you inside. As you trip over the doorway, she follows you in before turning around and slamming the door shut. When she turns back around your eyes meet hers and you can see an intense mixture of lust and passion burning inside them. Rushing towards each other, your lips messily crash together. The warmth of her tongue fills your mouth as it slips past your teeth. Your tongues rapidly swirl around, rubbing and massaging each other. Soft moans vibrate both of your tongues as you pull her body against yours. Her full breasts pushing against your chest, she takes her tongue out of your mouth and you gently bite her lip.

 Your bodies press tighter against each other as you suck and pull on her lip. As moments pass, it slowly transforms from one long kiss to a flurry of quick passionate kisses. Drowning each other in kisses, you both move in sync as you slowly walk towards the wall together. Min Young moans in surprise when her plump ass bumps into the nearby table. You hastily pull off your necktie, throwing it deeper into the apartment before working on unbuttoning your shirt.

 “Where are we doing this? Couch? Bedroom?” You ask, pausing slightly between each question to continue kissing her.

 “Too far. Just fuck me right here.” Min Young moans, panting in the short breaks where your lips leave hers.

 Min Young puts her hand on your chest and softly pushes you away. With almost superhuman speed, she lifts her dress over her body and throws it towards the door. Out of the corner of your eye you briefly register it landing on the doorknob. But your focus is quickly shifted to her perfect body in front of you. It’s the most beautiful sight in the world and you’ll never tire of it. As you admire her endless curves, she turns around and quickly pushes everything off of the table. Envelopes briefly flutter in the air before falling to the ground and the small plastic bowl used for holding keys clatters across the apartment. Min Young bends over and braces her elbows on the table.

 “No need for foreplay tonight. Just fuck me as hard as you can. I need you to fill me with your big cock.” She says in a commanding tone.

 Not wasting a single moment, you quickly unbuckle your belt and drop your pants, your boxers joining them on the floor. You step out of your pants as you approach Min Young’s body. Your erect dick is the first thing to reach her, pushing against her wet folds. The tip of your dick smoothly slides inside her, the warmth of her tight walls surrounds your shaft. Finally, she takes you fully to the hilt as your tip presses against her womb. You always wonder how your bodies could fit so perfectly together. The thought quickly leaves your mind with her cunt tightening around your cock as moans escape from both of you.

 “Fuck, Min Young. You feel so fucking good. I feel like I could spend forever inside you.” You groan.

 “You have no idea.” Min Young replies.

 Before you can even register her response, she slowly pulls her hips up your shaft so that only your tip remains inside her. Deciding to meet her halfway, the two of you slam into each other as hard as you can. A deafening moan fills your apartment as her body trembles around your cock. Some nights you are able to control your lust for Min Young’s body and give her more sensual love making. Tonight is not one of those nights, but thankfully it doesn’t need to be. You withdraw your shaft before quickly piercing back into her.

 “Fuck, baby. Yes, yes, yes. Just like that.” She screams.

 Min Young’s perfect body ripples beautifully with each thrust. Her bountiful ass jiggles wildly as you aggressively piston inside her. The heat of her pussy drives you crazier every second you’re being gripped by her tight walls. You violently pump your cock into her depths, her wet cunt tugging on your shaft. Staring into the mirror in front of you, you somehow get even harder upon seeing Min Young’s face drowning in pleasure. You grab her hips and mercilessly ram away inside her, your dick slamming against her womb.

 “Oh my god. You’re so fucking big. Keep filling me up baby.” Min Young moans needily.

 “You’re so tight, baby. You feel so fucking good.” You groan.

 Your hands travel from her hips along her sides, savoring every touch of her silky skin. Finally reaching her massive breasts, your fingers immediately sink into her soft flesh. You squeeze and knead her chest roughly as you slam your cock into the depths of her cunt. With her giant tits heaving your palms, you pull her body up so since she’s standing in front of you. Seeing her breasts bounce uncontrollably from each thrust, you feel your balls start to swell already. Min Young turns around and sticks her tongue out for a kiss. You lean in and begin swirling your tongue around hers. Frantic moans leave both of your lips as your tongues twist and rub against each other.

 The tight pressure of Min Young’s cunt builds against your cock with every thrust. Her slick juices soak your shaft. Every time you slam your cock against her, you can feel her hot walls hungering for your cock. Your aggressive pounding begins to slow down slightly as you start trying to pace yourself a little.

 “Don’t you dare slow down. Keep fucking me. I want you to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow. We’ll be going for several rounds after this, so just pound me as hard as you can.” Min Young demands in between shrill moans.

 Never one to argue with Min Young, you speed up your pace again. Your frantic pounding pierces deeper and deeper into her cunt. As you slam into her depths, you can feel her womb enticing you, eagerly trying to devour your cock. You pinch her nipples as you continue squeezing and pulling on her huge tits. Screams of pleasure echo off the mirror. Her hot pussy hungrily tugs on your dick with every violent thrust. Your harsh slams take their toll and Min Young falls forward, bracing herself on the table again. As you continue to knead her breasts in your hand, you feel your tip twitch violently.

 “I’m about to cum, Min Young. You feel so fucking good that I can’t take it anymore.” You moan, indulging in the feeling of her tits rippling against your fingertips.

 “Fuck baby. Cum inside me. I don’t care what happens, I just need you to fill me with your cum.” Min Young begs with desperate screams.

 As you pound your last few thrusts, you become hyper-aware of everything around you. Her plump ass rippling wildly against your cock. The heavenly sensation of her magnificent breasts jiggling and heaving in your fingers. Vice-like pressure from her hot walls clamping around your cock. The beautiful symphony of your flesh crashing together as you sink into her depths. Min Young’s face drowning and contorting from lust and ecstasy in the reflection in the mirror. With a primal grunt, you shout Min Young’s name.

 “Min Young-ah. I’m cumming Min Young-ah. I’m going to cum inside you.”

 “Fuck.” She screams.

 Min Young’s body trembles violently as her ear-splitting moans echo off the walls. Her intense orgasm makes her pussy tighten more than ever before. The hot walls of her cunt clamp on your cock as you continue thrusting through her orgasm. You can feel the slick juices of her pussy dripping down your dick. With all the strength you can muster, you give one last forceful slam as your tip kisses her womb. Right at that moment, you reach pure orgasmic bliss. Your cock throbs aggressively and you feel the cum surging through your shaft. The tip of your dick erupts; a torrent of cum flooding out of you. You feel yourself pouring every drop of cum you have into her womb as her cunt hungrily tightens around your cock.

 As the two of you recover from your powerful orgasms, silence fills the apartment. The only audible noise is the panting as you both try to recover your breath. You don’t know how long you spent inside her before finally pulling your dick out of her warm walls. Turning around, Min Young gives you a radiant smile filled with satisfaction. She leans in and gives you a soft tender kiss before staring into your eyes again. Even though her smile is satisfied, her eyes still gleam mischievously.

 “That was amazing, honey.” She smiles.

 “Yeah it was baby.” You nod.

 “Now come on. We’ve got a few more rounds to go.” Min Young says playfully, grabbing your hands and dragging you towards the bedroom.

  “And then I decided that an elephant would be too big to be my kidney donor.”

 The ridiculousness of the sentence pulls you back to reality.

 “What?” You look at Min Young confused.

 “I was trying to get your attention; you were zoning out.” She pouts as she hugs your arm.

 “Sorry. I was just remembering the night you proposed.” You smile and kiss the top of her head.

 “That was a great night.” She pulls your arm tighter against her side.

 “Yeah. Yeah it was.” You say smiling as you glance at your matching wedding bands.

 As the two of you continue your romantic walk through the city, you slowly turn your head as someone walks past you. Your eyes follow Min Young walking down the street before turning to the Min Young attached to your arm. It wasn’t a lookalike. You struggle to comprehend that you just saw another exact version of your fiancé walking down the street. After seeing what you were looking at, she sighs as you stare at her in confusion.

 “What the hell was that?” You exclaim.

 “That’s a long story. We should head back home first. Trust me, we’ve got all the time in the world for me to explain it to you.” She responds cryptically as she drags you towards your shared apartment.

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