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docholligay · 5 years

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LESBIAN PROMPT!!! Rei Hino, gay chicken

Welcome to Lesbian Visibility Prompt Day, sponsored by one of my favorite people, @rhiorhino! Be sure to thank her if you like anything from today. Up next is 1600ish words about our favorite will she or won’t she disaster lesbian, Rei Hino.

Mina was an irritating human being, and if Rei Hino could depend on nothing else, there was that. The world might fall, Crystal Tokyo might never come, and they all might fail at their mission, but Mina’s head would still pop out of the rubble to say something annoying, usually directed at Rei.

Among her most annoying traits was the way Mina played what she called ‘gay chicken.’

She would tease the girls by going in for a kiss, or a grope, and laugh as they would inevitably give up first. She bent over in front of Mako, who shoved her to the side and onto the ground. Ami blushed and hid behind a book whenever Mina came toward her with that look. Haruka kissed her once, but couldn’t handle the up the shirt action Mina ried for next, laughed, told Mina she was gross, and shoved her off her lap.

Michiru simply raised an eyebrow and told her not to come one step closer.

But no matter the situation, no matter the girl, Mina always won gay chicken, and Rei hated losing to anyone. She had lost to Mina every single time. She always thought Mina would turn away before their lips met, but she never did, simply smiled, and once, tried to slip Rei some tongue.

Rei smacked her, but felt a pang of loss, again, as Mina laughed.

Well, Rei Hino was sick of her presumption.

A few of the girls had met over at Mina’s apartment, cuddled on the couch that Mina had bought with the funds from the job Rei hated, a bar hostess at a fancy place for businessmen, but as much as Rei hated it, the couch was plush, and the spread of food was lavish, and the drinks were good. So she hated it, but she hated it the way she hated Michiru’s birthright of wealth and privilege: While drinking her wine and eating her food.

Besides, at least with Mina’s job, Haruka could hate it with her.

The show was light and funny, and Usagi laughed loud, and even Rei had to admit that after a few glasses of wine, she was forgetting all about her plan to show Mina who was the boss, even as Mina’s presence became more and more impossible to ignore, the peach-sweet scent of her drifting across the living room.

The show ended, and with a yawn, Haruka rose to her feet.

“I gotta get home. Usagi, you want a ride?” She looked over her shoulder to where Usagi still sat on the couch, “I’m going that way anyways.”

Usagi jumped up, never missing an opportunity to ride on the back of Haruka’s motorcycle, whatever else Rei thought about it.

This room seemed to be filled with people who did things Rei didn’t approve of, and she crossed her arms in a hazy sort of irritation.

Mina walked out of the tiny kitchen in the corner of the apartment. “Thanks for leaving me with the cleanup, bud.”

“Aw, you got Rei.” Haruka handed her helmet and leather jacket to Usagi, “I’ll buy the pizza next week.”

“Damn right you will,” Mina chuckled, picked up a plate, and patted Haruka’s belly, “Like you need it.”

“I just ate!” Haruka curled her arm around her stomach and scowled.

Rei sat up to defend Haruka and her three sushi rolls, eighteen chicken wings, and four beers, but Mina waved her off.

“I’m joking, I’m joking. Go home, you big baby.” Mina grinned as Usagi slipped on Haruka’s jacket, “And make sure you don’t get into an accident.”

Haruka took her keys out her pocket and saluted. “I’ll at least wait till I drop off Usagi.”

“That’s all I ask.”

Usagi jumped over to Rei and gave her a quick hug, enveloping her in the leather and too-long sleeves. “Don’t stay out too late, Rei!”

Rei patted her back. “I’m going home in a minute.”

And she had meant it, too, as Usagi bounced out the door with Haruka. She was going to help Mina put the dishes in the kitchen, she was going to package up the food, drink the last of her wine, and go home. There were things to do tomorrow morning, chores large and small, and she had no reason to be here too late.

There were a lot of lines in the sand Rei meant to draw, that broke against the stubbornness of her own life.

She picked up the other plates, stacking them and shuffling the barely used chopsticks on top of them. Mina was in the kitchen, already running water, and it struck Rei as such an oddly mature thing from her. It occurred to her, in that moment, that she hadn’t known much of Mina’s personal life. Mina talked constantly, but so little of it was really about herself, at least in ways that cut below the surface.

Rei had always lived with her grandfather at the shrine, but Mina had lived with her parents, and then a roommate, and then Haruka, and now, by herself. There was always a sense of brightness and impermanence to Mina, like the sunlight reflecting off water, glittering and brilliant and gone in a flash.

“Rei?”

MIna’s voice reminded her that she had entered the kitchen, and her outstretched hand reminded her that Rei still had the plates in her hand.

“Here.” Rei plopped them into Mina’s hand and walked back out to the living room in her signature quick stomp, gathering up the takeout boxes and putting them in the trash. Not a drop of food had gone to waste, but that happened almost any time someone invited both Haruka and Usagi to a party.

Rei looked around the room. The majority of it was finished, the dishes soaking until Mina washed them, Mina herself drying her hands on a tea towel and giving Rei that lascivious smile.

Suddenly, Rei remembered her mission, and she stood straight, ready for the battle. She wouldn’t lose, not this time, this time Mina would give up, and they would both laugh, and she would tell everyone about the day she beat Mina at gay chicken.

Mina tossed the tea towel aside. “So, headed home?”

Rei nodded. “I have stuff to do tomorrow.”

“Well,” she grinned, “You have to give me a kiss first.”

“Come here, then.” Rei readied herself as Mina came slowly closer and closer, and then her lips were on Rei’s an Rei kissed back, the sense of winning a bright flame within her, the sense of desire a growing, smoldering ember.

Mina did not relent, simply peeked her tongue between Rei’s lips and slipped a hand up onto her thigh.

Rei met the attack with her own parry, grabbing at Mina’s waist and pulling her closer. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks. It was not embarrassment, and it was not want, and it was not fear, and yet it could have been all three.

Rei had never kissed a girl. She did not tell anybody this, the same as she told nobody anything about her life. She told nobody she thought she might be a lesbian, that it wasn’t just something that Mina teased her about, that when she imagined men she was bored and when she imagined women she was afraid, and she didn’t know where that left her.

She had thought to tell Michiru, once. Michiru was the most confident lesbian Rei knew, and seemed so very assured in what she was, and she described her love for women with such nonchalance. But she hadn’t, not yet. Not even after everything that had happened at the cathedral.

Mina began to take off her shirt, and there was no sign of smile on her face any longer, something else having replaced it, something wild. Rei pushed down that strangeness and gave in to the pleasure of feeling her body, guided Mina’s hands to her breasts.

Mina backed her onto the couch and straddled her, arching back as she smiled. “Tell me if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.” Rei said it breathlessly, and there was a quiet whisper within her that this wasn’t a game, not anymore, and she wasn’t sure that she wanted it to be.

She closed her eyes as she kissed Mina again, the explosion of her fresh in her mouth. She imagined her on the battlefield, blazing like a valkyrie, sword newly in her hand but there as if she had been born to it. She heard the peal of her laughter as she charmed the waiter in a noodle shop, hair glowing golden under the buzzing neon lights. She was radiant. She was the sun, and Rei was the moon, and they both lit the sky.

Mina touched her. She did not know that she had asked for it, but she had, she could feel that all the way in her soul, all the way from where her back braced against the couch to the way her feet ground into the floor. It was electric, it was unexpected, and it was simultaneously too much and not enough.

She lost herself in the blaze of desire and pleasure and knowing between them, that moment where Rei saw herself as clearly as she ever had, that this was how it was meant to be, that this was what she had always looked for, that this was the power and the glory and the kingdom that she had heard of all those years in Catholic school.

Even here, Rei knew the morning would come. Even feeling for the pert softness of Mina’s breasts, she knew that when the sun rose, the spell would be broken. The moon hid in the daytime. Only the sun could shine with its true strength.

Mina was the sun, and Rei was the moon, and they both served the earth, but only Rei was stuck in its orbit.

But for now, she kissed Mina again.

#It's too late to start tagging for characters #but sometimes I think about it #Lesbian Visibility Prompt Day #a holligay joint #keyofjetwolf

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magmasliveblogs · 5 years

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1.12

aaaaaaaaaaand im back with the 14th chapter! irl stuff is semi dealt with so i have time for the three updates! to recap: last chapter was an interlude, where we discovered erin was summoned as part of some ritual to summon heroes. only one group was actually summoned to the ritual site, with the rest being summoned across the world. to recap the last actual chapter, erin saved pisces from execution by withdrawing her testimony of him being a [necromancer]

Erin woke up. Generally this was an ordeal. Today however, it was fairly easy. Because the real ordeal would come later.

Such as right after breakfast. Erin stared glumly at the three shriveled blue fruits on her plate. She bit the first experimentally and chewed. And chewed. And chewed.

“Rubbery.”

It was incredibly difficult to chew the fruits. The skin on these ones were so tough to bite into, it did remind Erin of eating rubber. Not that she’d ever done that since she was a baby.

Plus, they’d lost their delicious juices and tasted—well, flat. There was no sweetness left in them, and they were quite, quite unappetizing when you put all these qualities together. But Erin ate them, mainly because she had nothing left to eat.

“I’m in trouble. Yup, yup.”

It wasn’t that she was out of blue fruits. There were plenty—well, some—still ready to be harvested from the orchard. But they, like all food, were in limited supply. Besides, the issue wasn’t that. It was her guests.

“Who’d want to eat blue fruits all day? Raise your hand if that sounds like fun.”

Erin didn’t raise her hand. Granted, they were tasty and made a good fruit drink, but when you got down to it, they were still just fruits.

“And I want food. Real food. Not fruit. I want bread! I want pasta! I want pizza and soda and salad and ice cream—actually forget the ice cream. I need meat. Or fish that doesn’t bite back! I want sushi, cheeseburgers and fries, toast, waffles…cereal…”

Erin pressed her hands to her rumbling stomach and tried not to cry.

“Even instant ramen would be nice. Is that too much to ask?”

It was. She knew that. But just thinking about the food made her tear up a bit. She could handle Goblins. She could deal with rude Necromancers and fight off evil rock-crabs. She could even handle giant fish that tried to nibble on her when she took a bath. But she wanted food.

“Plus, I need to feed my guests.”

Erin nodded. The math was simple. No food = no guests = no money = starvation. But the little flaw in the equation was that in order to get the food, she’d need to spend the money. And she had no way of doing that.

“Unless I go to the city.”

finally! we are going to the city! its been so long since she initially noticed it!

Now, that was a thought. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thought, but it was the only option she had available. The city. Erin went to the window. Relc had shown her where it was…

“There.”

Erin stared at the small buildings in the distance. It looked far. But then, everything looked far around here. And the city would have things. Like food. And clothing. And toothbrushes. Still, Erin didn’t want to go.

“It’s far. But I have to go. Maybe? Yes…no. No? Yes. I need food. And I need to feed my guests. It’s my duty as an innkeeper.”

She paused and thought about that last statement. Erin collapsed into a chair and cradled her head in her hands.

“Am I an innkeeper? Is that what this world is doing to me?”

Maybe. It was probably the [Innkeeper] class.

“Soon I’ll grow a huge beer belly and start hauling around kegs of ale. That’s what innkeepers do, right?”

She didn’t actually know. It wasn’t as if she’d ever paid that much attention to medieval history, at least the parts that were actually history.

“They never mentioned innkeepers in the legend of King Arthur. Or did they?”

There was no Google to help her so Erin abandoned that train of thought. Really, she was distracting herself. The problem she was facing was simple.

“To go to the city or not, that is the question. Actually, there’s no question. I need to go to the city. I need to go…shopping.”

Shopping. It would be a lot more appealing if she wasn’t trying to buy things to survive. But it had to be done. She knew it.

Still. Erin really, really didn’t like that idea. She liked people, she really did. But she had a negative reaction to A: leaving her safe inn, and B: travelling to a far off city probably full of giant lizards and insects that walked on two feet.

erin. its the difference between being uncomfortable and being dead. i know that being alive is much better than being dead

Glumly, she stared at the three sticky blue fruit cores on her plate. She walked outside and threw them as far as she could. The juices left her hands feeling unpleasantly sticky, but there wasn’t much she could do about it.

“Guess I’ve gotta go to the stream. Who knew washing your hands was so much work?”

Erin grumbled as she wiped her hand on her jeans. Then she paused. And looked down.

Her jeans were blue. The blue fruit juice was blue. But against all odds, the blue stain still showed up quite visibly on her clothing. Or rather, the blue fruit stains. And they weren’t just on her pants.

Erin’s shirt was a nice, commercial t-shirt with a lovely company logo on the front and back. Really, she wasn’t that attached to it, but it was perfect to wear when she was just staying at home. It wasn’t her choice of clothing.

…Which was good, because Erin would have cried if she’d inflicted the same damage on a t-shirt she really liked. She gazed down at the blue stains covering her shirt. She poked at the rips and cuts on the sleeves and the burn marks on one side. She lifted the shirt, sniffed once, and gagged.

For the first time Erin felt at her hair. She raised a hand and smelled her breath. She thought about the last time she’d brushed her teeth, taken a bath, or even used soap. Then she tried to shut down her mind.

“Well, that settles that. I’m off to the city.”

good that we are finally going, but i do find it kinda funny that its her hygiene thats the last straw

Erin walked through the grass. She wished there was a nice road to follow, but for some reason no one bothered to pave a road through the empty wilderness. Come to that, she wondered again why anyone would build an inn in the middle of nowhere.

Maybe there used to be more people in the area. Or maybe there was just an idiot who thought he was breaking into an untapped market. Either way, Erin was grateful for the inn.

“But why does it have to be so far away from anything?”

Erin walked down the slope. At least there was that. The inn was located on an incline. Not a steep hill, but a really long slope that gradually went down the more she walked. It was nice, until Erin looked back and realized she’d be climbing up all that way again soon.

“Wow. That’s a big hill.”

She stared for a while and kept walking. Relc and Klbkch had called the journey to the city a walk of about twenty minutes.

“They lied to me.”

Or maybe they just walked really fast. Erin could actually see the city Klbkch had called Liscor in the distance. It was still small, but given how close it seemed now compared to before and multiplying her velocity by her legs and given energy divided by her willingness to keep walking…

“Thirty minutes. No; probably an hour. Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Erin sighed. But exercise was good for her, right? It built character. Or something.

perhaps the guards have movement/speed related skills? or are they just taller/have longer strides

“So, what do I need?”

She took a quick inventory check. Her coins were securely packed into the bottom of one pocket. They were heavy. She had her clothes on, which was important, and she looked like…well, like a homeless person. But she had money. So what should she buy with it?

“Um. Clothing. Right. And soap. And a toothbrush, if they have toothbrushes. And toothpaste…which they probably don’t have. But something. And I need food obviously, soap, towels, laundry deter—more soap, and a comb.”

Erin walked a few more feet.

“And a sword. I need a sword. And a shield? And armor? And uh, anti-Goblin spray? Oh, and books! Tons of books. Maps, history books…can I read any of that? Well, Relc and Klbkch speak English. So that’s weird too. And I need bandages, a sewing needle, someone to teach me how to sew…”

Erin felt at her pocket. The coins jingled. She wished there were more to jingle.

“And I need to rob a bank.”

Okay. Erin retraced her thoughts.

“What’s essential?”

She counted off on her fingers.

“Clothing. Food. Toothbrush. Soap. And a lamp.”

She snapped her fingers.

“Right. A lamp! And a sword.”

She felt at her pocket.

“…Just the lamp.”

you are not rich erin, you cant afford a sword and all that stuff.

Flat grass, flat grass, all I see is flat grass.”

Erin sang as she walked. She wasn’t sure if there was a tune, but at least the singing kept her company.

“Horses eat grass, but I’ll pass, so I’ll go to the city fast. Or I’ll die of starvation! And once I’m there I’ll eat ten pears and—hey, is that a Goblin?”

Erin turned her head suddenly and the small head ducked down. She squinted. Yes, that was definitely a Goblin. It was hiding up on a small hill to her left, but she knew it was still there. Watching her.

Well. She was being followed. Erin wasn’t sure what to make of that. She looked around and two more heads disappeared as their owners dove for cover. They didn’t look like they were trying to ambush her, just follow her.

“Hm.”

Erin bent down and searched the grass. Eventually she found what she was looking for. She waited until one of the Goblins decided she’d forgotten about them and poked his head up again. Then she turned and shouted.

“Shoo!”

Erin hurled the rock. It missed the Goblin’s head. And the hill. But the green midget took the hint and disappeared in an instant. Erin sighed to herself.

“Great. They’re like cockroaches. Evil, giant, green cockroaches. With teeth. And sharp knives. And red eyes.”

She wondered what she should do. Then she thought about what she could actually do.

Erin kept walking.

The city kept getting larger the further she walked. She felt at some point it should stop getting bigger, but soon the buildings loomed in her vision. They were no skyscrapers, but they were taller than she felt medieval buildings should be. But the city was still far away. So she walked.

And she was being watched. Multiple pairs of eyes stared at the young woman as she walked through the grass. They watched her for signs of weakness, for things that could be exploited. She was watched. Occasionally she turned around and threw a stone.

goblins! goblins are watching!

When Erin got to the city gates she stared up for a while.

“That’s a big wall.”

It was a big understatement. The wall was high. And that was high even by wall standards. It was nearly forty feet tall, which Erin had no way of knowing was perfectly normal for a wall. She had no way of knowing it was forty feet tall either. She just thought it was big.

But what was unusual about this particular wall, and what Erin did notice was the way the gate was constructed. It was no iron grating of a portcullis with handy holes to shoot and poke at enemies, but two solid metal doors. Erin wondered why, as the gates looked solid and hard to budge. They were, and for a reason. But she didn’t find out that reason until much later.

hmm, large plains, solid doors, everything is built on hills. does this area flood often?

Erin approached the gate. There wasn’t really anyone else going through at the moment, so she felt very alone and small as she walked up to them. She stopped when she saw the guard.

He was big. He was armored. He was also a Drake, and he had yellow scales rather than green ones. Pale yellow, so Erin was reminded of popcorn. He also had a curved sword, and so it was with trepidation that she approached.

“…Hi.”

The Drake flicked his eyes down towards Erin and then resumed looking off into the distance. He was holding a spear at his side and a metal buckler on his left arm. Since he wasn’t using either to bash her to death, Erin considered this to be a good first start.

“Um. Nice weather, isn’t it?”

Again, the guard glanced at her. Again, he didn’t respond.

“…Right. It’s just that I’m new here. And I’m Human. Nice to meet you. My name is Erin. I uh, know another guy who works with you. Relc? And Klb…Klb…the insect guy? So yeah. They know me. I’m no threat. And uh, I saw some Goblins running around a while back. They’re not here right now, but I felt you should know.”

The Drake sighed audibly. And loudly.

just, ugh. i would normally skip this interaction because i dont like awkward scenes like this, but its very short

“Go on in, Human. Anyone can enter the city.”

“Right. Thanks. Uh, have a nice day!”

Erin smiled. He didn’t smile back.

“I’ll just be going. Now.”

She walked past the guard. As she walked through the iron gates she heard him mutter under his breath.

“Humans.”

see?

Erin’s smile froze a bit on her face but she kept walking as if she’d heard nothing. Everyone was grumpy when they had to stand and deal with obnoxious tourists. And besides, he was just a guard. She walked through the imposing gates into the city. And then she had to stop.

Because she had entered Liscor. A city of the fiery Drakes, built with the help of the industrious Antinium. Home to the prideful Gnolls and the occasional Beastkin, not to be confused with one another. Visited by many races, home to countless more. And now entering—

One human.

oo gnolls! that means dog/hyena people, yes? also beast kin! this probably mean other animal people.

also, this is the end of the chapter! will erin experience a good bit of racism? is there a reason humans arent that common in the area? are these plains flood plains?

see you on the next post! ive got to eat so after that i shall post the next two chapters

#chrono

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souper-panda-rose · 6 years

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Not Part of the Plan (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Summary: Dean is hiding a something. Will you trust him after it’s revealed?

A/N: not based off a song. Thought I’d change it up a bit. Enjoy~

“The soup is kinda bland,” you started. “So you'll have to add your own Olive oil, salt, pepper, Slap Ya Mama, garlic, hot sauce, whatever.”

Sam snorted, “yeah. Okay.”

“What?”

“Slap Ya Mama? Really?”

“It's… it's a spice…” you trailed off. When Sam just raised an eyebrow you stood. “I swear it is.”

You handed him the shaker of seasoning salt and watched him examine it.

“Huh,” he looked at you. “Your weren't lying.”

“Why would I?”

Sam shrugged and shook some into his soup before taking a bite.

“Well?”

“It's good.”

You smiled and ate your soup, “you heard anything from Dean? Where is he?”

“Uh, he said there was an emergency and couldn't come.”

“Emergency? Is everything okay?”

Sam just shrugged, “I tried asking but you know him. Not very forthcoming with the information.”

“Yeah,” you sighed.

He often missed the dinners you had planned with the boys. Dean was always getting into fights with… seemingly anyone he could piss off. Honestly it shouldn't surprise you anymore. And you guessed it didn't but it worried you to no end. What if one day it went too far?

You sighed again at the thought, tears threatening to spill over. But you fought them back unwilling to shed them, even in front of Sam.

The next time you saw Dean was a couple days later. You, him and Sam had decided to meet up for coffee at a local place.

You had already ordered a drink and claimed a table by the time they walked in. And Dean looked like hell. He had a black eye and his right arm was in a sling.

Your eyes widened and you waved them over.

“What the hell happened?” you kept your voice low so you wouldn't make a scene.

“Bar fight,” he answered - a little too quickly.

“Oh… was that the emergency from the other night?”

“Yeah. Had to go to the ER.”

“Hey I'm gonna go order our drinks. Coffee black?” Sam asked Dean. He nodded and Sam went to order.

Dean sat and you two chatted. Every now and again he’d have to draw your attention back on him as you had gotten lost in his eyes or in counting the freckles on his face - there were a lot.

Sam eventually came back with his and Dean’s drinks. And after hours of talking, Sam got called into work. Once he left you invited Dean over to your place for lunch. He accepted and you two drove to your apartment.

When the two of you arrived you went into the kitchen.

“So, what’ll you have?” you asked the green-eyed man.

Dean shrugged, “whatever you got. I'm easy.”

You nodded, “salads it is then.”

When he made a face of disgust you laughed and looked in your fridge to see what you had.

“Chicken salad? We’d have to make it. But it won't take long. We just have to debone the chicken and chop some things,” you suggested.

“Sounds good. Want me to do the chicken?”

“If you don't mind,” you handed him most of a leftover rotisserie chicken and he set to work.

You put some tunes on and started chopping the veggies and such. A couple minutes later Dean got a phone call and he washed his hands before stepping out to take it. With him gone you really got into the music. Singing along and dancing a little. You got so distracted you didn't hear Dean come back in until he spoke.

“You shouldn't dance around with a knife, Y/N,” he chuckled.

You screamed and dropped the knife. Dean quickly shoved you out of the knife’s reach, causing you to land on your butt. You groaned and laid back, slightly dizzy.

“Sorry,” Dean frowned. “You alright?”

You nodded. Dean offered you his good hand and you took it. He helped you up with a little too much force that neither of you expected and it pushed Dean flat on his back with you landing on him - and his bad arm. Now it was his turn to groan and yours to frown.

“Sorry…”

“Don't be. My fault,” he looked at you, his eyes glancing down at your lips and back up to your eyes.

You got lost in those eyes and before you knew it, you had your lips pressed to his. And he was kissing back. Your heart fluttered with excitement. But all too soon he was pulling away and wiggling out from underneath you.

“I-I'm sorry,” he mumbled. “I have to go.”

Before you could tell him to stop, he was out the door.

It's been weeks since you last saw Dean. For a while you two would talk on the phone but after a while you played phone tag and then… nothing. You have even seen Sam much. He still at least talked to you. Said they were just busy with work. Which you guessed you understood. Your work kept you busy too but… you always tried to make time for them.

You sighed and decided to text Dean to see if he and Sam wanted to get together for pizza and a movie. But after hours of waiting. There was still no answer so you decided to turn on your own movie.

About a half hour in, you heard some noises. However, you chalked it up to an overactive imagination and continued watching your movie. Which proved to be a mistake.

A few minutes later, hand cloth was firmly pressed to your mouth and nose and a hand was at the back of your head to keep you from moving away. Minutes later, despite your struggling and trying to push your attacker away, everything went black.

When you woke up, everything was pitch black. You looked around in a panic and tried bringing your hands to your eyes but couldn't as they were tied behind your back. Then you felt another cloth press to your mouth and nose. And just like before, within minutes you were passing out again.

When you woke next you were tied to a chair in a dimly lit, musty smelling, windowless room.

You groaned the intensity of a headache very present. You were about to call out but you didn't need to. A man came in with a glass of water. He had dirty blond hair and blue eyes.

“Hello, Y/N,” the man said. You opened your mouth to speak but he just pressed the glass to your lips and tilted up a little, coaxing you to drink.

You pressed your lips together but he was intent on you drinking. He pinched your nose shut, forcing your mouth open and pour the water in your mouth. You choked and tried spitting it out but some managed its way down your throat.

“Gotta keep you hydrated. Or old Deano will think I'm not very hospitable,” the man said.

“Dean,” you looked at him. “Did he…”

“Did he send me to kidnap you? God no. He's FBI. I'm running this operation here. You're bait.”

“Bait?”

“Oh don't play dumb with with me. We both know you've gotten close to our boys during their little deep cover operation.”

“Deep cover?”

The man just sighed, “you hungry? I've got a great chef. Will cook you whatever you want.”

“This… this is a joke right?”

“Joke?”

“Yeah. Dean has been avoiding me for weeks after my kissing him and now he's set up this whole kidnapping and bait scenario to tell me he's not interested. Well I get it. Hint taken. Will you untie me now?”

“Uh… not gonna happen,” he eyed you in amusement. “Holler if you need anything.”

With that, the man left. You sighed and looked around what you assumed to be an abandoned building of sorts. Or at least a staged one. Though, it looked - and felt - a little too real to be a set. But what did you know?

So you sat there. For… you don't even know how long. But you were starting to get hungry. And you refused to ask for a meal. This guy had tied you up and expected you to cooperate in whatever “kidnapping” he's setting up so Dean can not come rescue you so you’ll back off or whatever.

You must've fallen asleep because you were startled awake by what you could only assume were gunshots.

You panicked and pulled against your restraints and tried to remind yourself it wasn't real. And you were almost there when Dean busted through the door to your room. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw you.

“Sammy!!” he yelled out the door. “I found her!”

Dean went behind you and began untying you.

“Dean?” you yawned. “You came for me?”

“Of course I - why wouldn't I come?”

“Because this is all an elaborate ruse to get me to leave you alone,” you rubbed your freed wrists tiredly.

“What?” he came around to look at you. “This isn't a - we don't have time for this we need to get you out of here. Stay close.”

With that he grabbed your arm and began leading you through the building that was in fact abandoned. People shot at us along the way but Dean shielded you with his body and soon both of you - and Sam - were jumping into the Impala and driving off and breakneck speeds.

Once the adrenaline wore off, you looked around taking in the environment of sparse trees and wildflowers that lined whatever back road you were on - now in shock from the events of the last several hours.

“You okay, Y/N?” Sam looked back at you. When you didn't answer he continued. “I'm sure you've got a lot of questions but… you should rest for now. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”

You wordlessly laid down and tried calming your mind but to no avail. And after a while of tossing and turning Sam had you take some sleeping pills which did their job efficiently.

When you woke next you were in a bed in what appeared to be some sort of dingy motel. The wallpaper was peeling and everything… had a certain smell that you didn't want to think about. You sat up, feeling a slight headache from the sleeping pills and looked around.

Sitting at the small table in the corner was Sam and Dean. They were talking in hushed tones still, not having noticed you were awake until you coughed. Dean looked over.

“Y/N…” he trailed off. But it was clear he wanted to say more so you cut him off.

“Where are we?”.

“The less you know the better,” Dean told you.

You rolled your eyes, “seriously? You guys… you’ve basically kidnapped me here.”

“We’re not the kidnappers, Y/N,” Sam gently spoke. “We -”

“Save it, Sam. I'm mad at you too.”

“You're mad?” Dean looked at you in disbelief.

“Hell yeah I'm mad! I kissed you and then you avoided me for weeks. And now that you've saved me from psycho it’s all suddenly okay?!”

“I'm uh…” Sam pointed to the door before leaving brusquely.

“I… I know it’s not okay, Y/N. And I'm sure you've got a lot of questions so… ask away.”

“That man… he said you and Sam - if those are even your names - were in deep cover. Why?”

“We were trying to catch Lucifer’s trail. Hopefully catch him off guard. But I guess he's been watching us.”

“Was it all a lie?”

“Was what all a lie?”

“Our friendship. Or what friendship we had. You guys were so busy all the time. Guess I know why now,” you mumbled the last part.

“It wasn't all a lie. At first it was. Meeting you… Lucifer had called you a couple days before we rolled into town so we thought it’d be beneficial to get close to you. Later on we realized he must've called the wrong number bc no further contact was made so -”

“So it was all a lie. I was just some plan to get close to your target”

“Y/N… no. It wasn't all a lie. Our friendship was real and Y/N… falling in love with you was never apart of the plan.”

He kept talking but you had stopped listening at his words.

“He… he loved me,” you thought, tears welling up.

“Oh don't cry. Please don't cry, Y/N,” Dean got up, sat next to you and placed a comforting hand on your back.

You shied away from his touch and curled in on yourself.

You loved him too but… he had lied to you and tried using you. He said it wasn't part of the plan but how did you know he was telling the truth.

“So… you love me,” you said as more of a statement. Dean nodded and you hesitantly continued. “So uhm… what do you want to do about that?”

“Well, for starters, I'd like to take you out. But… now’s not really a good time. Lucifer’s going to be after you now so we have to focus on keeping you safe.”

You looked up at him. He really looked sincere so… maybe you could see where this goes?

“Yeah. We can go out sometime,” you smiled.

Dean grinned brightly and kissed your cheek, “I won't keep you waiting too long then. Don't worry.”

#dean winchester #supernatural #spn #dean winchester x reader #x reader #not part of the plan

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Hiiiii could ya be a doll and do a frank + reader where the reader wears heels to work everyday and it turns frank on to the point where he makes a move? Thx darling 😏

A/N: IT HS BEEN FOREVER AND I KNOW I AM TWO DAYS LATE BUT I HAD NO WIFI AND I DIDN’T WORK ON THIS HOE FOR NOTHIN’ SO BETTER LATE THAN NEVER heh heh ♥

“Ya know, if someone told me there’d come a time where I wouldn’t need to use a pad for a customer, I woulda laughed at ‘em. I know there’s regulars and all, but you my friend are somethin’ else entirely.”

I set down the freshly brewed pot of coffee along with the same plate of breakfast I brought to the same table every day for the past five, almost six months: 3 eggs over easy, a stack of bacon and two toasted slices of sourdough bread.

He glanced at me before pouring himself a mug. “Figure I’d make it easier for ya, not switchin’ things up too much.”

“You don’t switch things up at all. Imagine the day you come in here and there isn’t a drop of that coffee; what would you do?”

He huffed a small laugh. “I’d probably lose my mind, hm? Lucky for me coffee ain’t the only reason I show up here everyday,” he said suggestively, drinking from his mug as he looked up at me.

I felt my face tingle a bit but remained cool. “Yeah?”

He nodded and scrunched his nose as he placed the mug back on the table. “Mm. You guys got a real good lemon cake.”

Now that was a bold face lie. After working here for just a single month I knew the infamous reputation our lemon cake had, and after being here for a couple more months that reputation hasn’t changed for the better. “Well I think you might be the only one sayin’ that, so more for you.” I tapped his table with my pen as I began backing away to get back to work. “You enjoy that, Frank.”

“Ya know,” he said just as I turned away, “I always wanted to ask you somethin’.”

I raised a brow. “What’s that?”

“What kinda person wears high heels to work at a diner?”

“Is there a dress code I’m unaware of?”

“I mean, your feet gotta be killin’ you, yeah? Up on your feet a whole shift in those?” he asked, pointedly looking at my feet for longer than necessary, in my opinion…

“You see me here nearly every single day; this is the only exercise I can get. How else do you think my legs got this nice?”

“Haven’t noticed.”

I shrugged, noticing his eyes were lingering on mine as he ate his food. His stare was so intense it ignited my skin. “Your loss. Good thing the ones leavin’ good tips notice.” I smirked and turned to get back to work.

That day he left a generous tip, and continued to do so from that moment on.

“I need two more stacks of Lover’s Flapjacks and an order of Cupid’s Bowtie Pasta, thank youuu!”

I liked holidays at the diner. Dressing up and having some festive options on the menu, it was all good fun. It was also a different crowd from my usual early morning shifts that I took, which normally consisted of a buncha seniors checking for early bird specials. The entrance door wouldn’t stop ringing and I felt like a chicken with its head cut off the way I was running around the place. We were jam packed and unlike some of the other waitstaff, I didn’t have plans for the evening, so I didn’t mind switching my morning shift to work tonight.

The moment I found a second to park my ass in a booth I reclined against the window, kicking my legs up on the bench with a sigh. I took down my ponytail to avoid the tension headache I felt coming, ruffling my hair loose when someone helped themselves to the other side of my booth.

“Feet finally tired then?”

I chuckled and rested against the window. “Have you noticed how toned my calves are? These heels ain’t goin’ nowhere, guy. What are you doin’ here anyway?”

“Oh, was I not invited to the party?”

“I didn’t peg you for the partying type. Besides it’s a little late for toast and eggs, isn’t it?”

“Ain’t that the gift of a diner? Breakfast ‘round the clock?”

I nodded. “Touche. I guess what I mean is I’m only used to you being here in the mornings.”

“That’s cuz you’re only here in the mornin’. I come whenever I could use a refill,” he said before placing a large thermos on the table.

“Thought you came for the lemon cake,” I said with a smirk as I moved to climb outta the booth.

“No no no,” he said. “Don’t let me interrupt your break.”

“Technically I’m not on break, just bustin’ my ass around here; so don’t worry about that.” I scooted off the bench and went behind the counter to grab a pot of coffee, returning to fill the thermos up for him. I sat and unscrewed the cap cup hybrid and poured. “I don’t know how people drink black coffee. May as well just eat the damn beans.”

“I’m not too crazy ‘bout sweets.”

“Explains why you like our lemon cake.” I twisted the lid back on and slid the thermos back to him, and as he reached for it a small shock of electricity went through me as his hand left a ghostly touch when he grabbed the thermos. Our eyes met for the smallest shred of a second before I cleared my throat. “That should last you all of what, four minutes, I’m guessing?”

“That all depends… ” he said as he stared at me, his thumb tapping nervously at on the now warm thermos.

“Oh yeah?” I stared right back, sitting and folding my arms across my chest and rested my back against the booth.

“Why don’t you, uhh… tell me what time you’re gettin’ off, hm?”

My brows shot up in shock and I paused, failing to find words. Apart from when he asked me about my heels, Frank’s never said more than repeated his order day after day. So this came as a surprise if it were leading to where I was pretty damn sure it was.

“You askin’ me out or somethin’, Frank?”

“Well I guess I’m finally tired of seein’ those heels walk away, ain’t I?”

“You been watching me closely, I see… Do you even know my name?” I questioned. He did the obvious: redirected his eyes to my nametag then back to my face, suppressing a grin. I rolled my eyes. “Did you know before that? It’s not like you ever call me Y/N.”

“Ever since you asked me my name I made sure I knew yours. ‘Member that?”

“I do. I wanted to know the guy that visited for about four pots of coffee every week.”

“So you tellin’ me when you gettin’ outta here or not?”

“Well I don’t know. Not a lotta waitstaff here tonight. Everyone actually had plans for Valentine’s Day; I hear that’s somethin’ people like to do,” I said with a shrug.

“You seem dressed like ya had plans….”

“I like to get into the holiday spirit. Just because I’m workin’ doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate, right?” Beneath my apron I wore a simple and plain red pencil skirt, it was Valentine’s Day after all, and a short sleeved button up shirt. It was by zero means me being what I would call dressed up, but for a diner I could see how this looked as such.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you with your hair down either…” he commented. It was weird being under his scope, realizing now that he had been paying more attention to me than I thought.

“It’s either a ponytail or a hairnet, and I don’t think the net looks nice with heels.” I smiled as he bent to peek under the table at my shoes. “Oh my goodness- Stop!”

“Now if I have to sit here and wait all night, this thermos ain’t gonna last nobody.”

“Okay okay, uhh… I can try to get outta here in an hour, hour thirty max.”

“An hour thirty, hm?”

“Is that alright with you, Frank?”

“I’ve waited longer for a whole lot less…”

I ignored the burn in my cheeks. This guy was smoother than I thought. All the times he’s come here I’ve never seen him interact with anyone more than asking things of a nearby waiter, or when he leaves and compliments the cook. “Can I ask what we’re supposed to be doing when I get off?”

“I figured you’re dressed a lil’ too nice to just be workin’ tonight. Maybe we go let the city get a better look at those toned calves? Go grab a slice?”

I chuckled. “A pizza date? That’s very romantic of you.”

“S’gonna be half past nine on Valentine’s Day night. If we’re lucky enough for anything to still even be open, we can go somewhere nice and try to wait for seats, but I’ma need about six more o’ these,” he said, holding up his thermos full of black coffee.

“Good point. But I want pepperoni. And a whole pizza, not a slice! I’ve been here all day, I’m starved.”

He nodded as I rose from my seat. “Yes, ma’am. Anything else?”

I hesitated a little but spit it out. “You know my name; start using it.”

He laughed to himself. “Yes, Y/N,” he corrected. The way he said my name with emphasis made my stomach flip. “I’ll see you in a hour an’ a half.”

“What, are you gonna wait here??”

He shrugged. “S’at a problem?”

“I mean, what are you gonna do, just sit and watch me?” He looked at me as if to repeat his question, his thumb lightly tapping the side of his thermos before he opened it to pour himself a cup. I rolled my eyes. “Just sounds a bit boring is all, but suit yourself.” Before leaving him to head to the restroom to freshen up a bit and get back to work he grabbed my hand. I froze in place and looked at him as he pulled out a twenty dollar bill.

“For the coffee,” he said coolly. He tapped twice with his thumb on the back of my hand before letting go and turning back to the coffee in front of him, a smug grin hidden on his face.

I walked to the bathroom with a little pep in my step as I put my ponytail back into place. I washed my hands and looked in the mirror, annoyed at the goofy smile on my face. “Get a grip, dummy,” I told myself. I went back to the floor to grab change from the register when I looked up and noticed Frank had left, again leaving me with a fat tip he knew I’d otherwise turn down if he were still here.

But I’d get the last laugh: I planned on using that change to buy the pizza, so technically it would still be him paying for the meal.

Just as a gentleman should.

#request #frank castle #frank x reader #frank castle imagine #frank castle x reader #valentine's day

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Journal - Tuesday, December 4th, 2018

What a weird night last night. It wasn’t so much weird as it was I was sober. I wanted to drink so bad, but I did good. I did get to the point where I just wanted to be home and not talk to anyone. I was J&T and N&S and just didn’t have the energy to talk to them. It was great seeing Eric and Tony. They have a show on the 19th that I’ll go too. Hangout with the folks till the show so I don’t have to come all the way home, but I don’t know what happened. Maybe I was looking forward to seeing Luna that I just made me not want to be there. Then the ride home I was just bummed. Thoughts of killing myself started popping up and that hasn’t happened in a long time. I was even thinking about hoe I would do it and how I could do it and not have my family find me. It was bad. I’m fine now, but maybe it was cause I wanted to drink so bad it just and not having one just ruined it. It cause I should have just stayed home. The Quacks were cool, and Beemaster as well, but I think its only cause I was sober. If I couldn’t have brought the week it would have be better.

Cont on 10/28

So I have Ty down for dinner on Friday. Probably Melca as well. Once I hear from James and Tsvet then I can figure if I need to invite someone else. I still want to invite her. I would say something like: Hey, I don’t mean to bug you, but I’m having a couple friends over for dinner on Friday and I was wondering if you want to join us. I’m making pierogies and I can make some vegan ones no problemo. I invited James and Tsvet, but I haven’t heard back, but I’m thinking around 7pm for dinner and possibly we’ll play some board games. Let me know! Something like that. maybe soy something along the lines of I really hope you can make it.

Cont on 10/26

I realized on the way home from work today that I still have like half the year to fill out this month. Right no I have 158 days left to fill in 17 days. Still doing good at 6 a day technically 7 if you count the day I have to write. I got this! Left overs are delicious. I sliced up some potatoes with jalapenos and roasted them up and its delicious! It’s almost like a weird form of Irish nachos! Plus the actually tortilla chops. It’s great. And I did good and didn’t over eat today. Maybe intermittent fasting is the way to go. I get to binge eat but its no a couple times a day. Like usual. Who would have thought potatoes on potatoes would be so good! I want to do like a roasted pepper hummus I could always so garlic, but I feel that’s easy. or maybe I’ll just do one. I just don’t know. Well, I asked her (Luna). Lets see if she replies. Probably won’t. I do not have my hopes up. It’s whatever. I want to say that I wont care and just move on but I know if I see her and she i s excited to see I will gall right back into it.

Cont on 10/25

Well, she replied. Which is cool. Hopefully this all works out! I think it will. Worst comes to worst it’ll be Ty and Melca and just J&T can’t make it, I will invite some more people. I’m excited. It would be so cool to play that show. I’ll make a group message tomorrow morning and see if its something that can actually happen. James and Tsvet cannot make. I wish I would have known about Vivian’s party cause I would much rather do that. But with out drinking it would be tough. I would do alright though. Just have to be more open like I am after a few drinks. Loosen up, I can be just as fun sober. I know I can. But it would be so nice to spend some time with her. I think I would. If Ty happens to ail by Friday. I’ll hit up James and see if he wouldn’t mind seeing if I would go to the party. Either way. This month is shaping up to be a good one. Minus the bear. Tera Melos Saturday. Hola Mons Monday. I’ll probably skip the Guitar thing. Wait. That’s a different week i think? Then maybe I’ll play a show with BTU on the 21st

Cont on 10/24

I’m dedicated to getting a home gym. I will get an exercise bike and weights and just work out everyday. After the New Year. I’ll get Neal back to the gym. I’ll have it be my bike day? or do pull ups and other things I can’t do at home. I just can’t wait to lose this weight. 209 this morning. Well see what its at tomorrow. I did good. I don’t know how much I ate, but I feel it was under 1500 for sure. I should be under 209 tomorrow. I will eat breakfast and no lunch. Then the same dinner, but just one potato tomorrow. I should definitely be under 200 by NYE. Just take it easy. I’ll make the quinua salad for lunch next week with some fresh veggies. Dinner will be I don’t know, but it will be healthy. Gotta take it easy on the pizza for sure. Once a month type thing. Its just sooooo good. I’ll do a double batch the sauce and freeze some. Maybe I’ll do a meat but with the ground meat I have. Maybe. I don’t know. I do know I should have been better with writing in this. It may take longer than this month to finish it, but no matter where I’m at I will start a new planner after new years.

Cont on 10/23

I wonder if I can make stuffed bell peppers with tofu/mushrooms/veggies. I’ll give it a shot and see how it goes. I feel it needs a fat. Maybe use coconut oil? I will start my sour dough starter next week for sure. If I start it when I said I would I would be swimming in sour dough bread. I kind of hope Luna doesn’t make it, then I don’t have to do it all vegan. I’ll do a cheesy periogi with bacon and onion sauce, and if its just the three of us I’ll invite Lil’B and Austin and Faith tomorrow and see if they are down. I wouldn’t mind at all if they come over. I’m just kidding. I do hope Luna will make it and crash here. Fridge need to be cleaned. I’ll clean the bathroom and do some laundry tomorrow. I really need to start writing neater to be able to read this later. Laying down and writing just doesn’t work. Puck up the living room and dining room and that’ll be good. I wish I could easily wash this blanket just in case. I need to clean out this laptop and fix this stupid virus. I may bet this bear off. Maybe I do like it. And my hair is looking good as well.

#journal #december4th2018 #december #tuesday #2018

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Something Borrowed 6/? (Witney) - Miss Bianca & jazz

Summary: This was going to be Courtney’s first visit to her childhood home in five years, and she’d made a lot of plans. Obviously, none of them had included falling into a whirlwind, summer love affair with her father’s 28-year-old fiancée, three months before the planned wedding. But sometimes, things just happened.

Miss Bianca’s A/N: And we’re finally back. I missed jazz and our girls so much, y’all have no idea (or maybe you do, idk). Just a brief reminder that this playlist made by @alaskasthrone exists, because we recently discovered that it’s been expanded since we last listened to it, and all the songs are still perfect. And, of course, you can always find us at @willamdelrio and @artificial-jazz , and this fic will be posted on ao3 as well.

jazz’s A/N: SO SO sorry for the delay with this chapter – real life got in the way a bit :((( Believe me, Miss Bianca & I missed writing this fic as much as you all missed reading it. Catch up on Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, & Chapter 5 here, my loves! Enjoy <3

Willam’s expression hardened the moment Dave’s voice boomed through the house, and Courtney felt her heart sink into her stomach. They were standing at the top of the stairs, holding hands, and Willam was wearing a full face of makeup and a tight skirt for the first time in what felt like forever. Impulsively, Courtney went up on her tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss to Willam’s cheekbone.

When Dave stepped into view, Willam dropped Courtney’s hand instantly, and Courtney watched helplessly as Willam descended the stairs.

Swallowing hard, she stepped backwards into the hallway, and then turned around, retreating into her room. She could greet her father later, she figured. Closing the door, Courtney sat cross legged on her bed, and waited for Willam’s inevitable knock or intrusion.

It never came. The sky went dark outside her window, and when Courtney finally emerged from the room to find something to eat, the house was quiet again.

She imagined that maybe, Willam would be curled up in the living room, or waiting spread out on the floor of the foyer, or perched on the counter sporting nothing but panties and a seductive smile. But there was no sign of the other woman anywhere, and by the time Courtney reached the kitchen, she’d realized that the house was empty but for her and the trail of lights she’d left on behind her.

She ate cold vegan pizza from the fridge as quickly as she could, hating how big and lonely the kitchen felt without Willam propped against the bar, watching her with a hip cocked.

The whole house felt lonely without Willam, Courtney realized. She wrapped her arms around herself as she stood on the fluffy rug in the foyer, her toes digging into the soft fabric, and stared up at the balcony of the second floor landing. She couldn’t help but picture Willam there, in yellow-gold lingerie and matching heels, her elbows resting on the railing, fingers curled to beckon Courtney upstairs and a mischievous smirk daring Courtney to fuck her right there, make her moans bounce off the high ceiling.

The steps felt endless and tiring, and by the time Courtney had collapsed onto her bed once more, her limbs were as heavy as the weight in her chest. She checked her phone impulsively every few moments, hoping that maybe Willam had texted.

As she lay on her back, she found herself wishing desperately that they could rewind to this morning, with Willam pressed against her, breathing softly against her bare chest and slowly tracing her name on her hip.

Courtney waited until past midnight for Willam to come to her room like she’d said she would, digging the other woman’s fur coat out of her closet for some sort of company. Eventually, Courtney found herself curled up on her side, trying her hardest not to cry and wondering why all the color seemed to have been sucked out of the world.

She fell asleep accidentally with the lights still on, the coat pulled over her like a blanket, wrapping her up in the fading scent of Willam’s perfume.

—–

“Courtney?”

Burying her face in the covers, Courtney squeezed her eyes shut tightly. She’d hardly slept last night, and she needed a few more minutes.

“Courtney.”

The mattress shifted under her, and then there was brightness behind her eyelids as the coat that had been pulled up over her head was abruptly tugged away from her face.

“Wake up, princess.”

At that, Courtney’s eyes flew open as she suddenly processed who the voice belonged to.

Willam was sitting next to her, in a t-shirt stolen from Courtney’s closet. The sunlight from the window was making her eyes sparkle, and she was smiling down at Courtney, bright and warm, and Courtney thought she might burst.

Pushing the coat the rest of the way off her, Courtney sat up as fast as she could, practically throwing herself into Willam’s lap and wrapping her arms and legs around her tightly. After a few seconds, Willam hugged her back, and Courtney felt her laughter more than she heard it, utterly caught up in the softness of Willam’s body pressed close against hers again.

“Good morning,” Willam chuckled, and Courtney smiled into her neck.

“Morning,” she replied, her voice muffled. “You didn’t come last night.”

“I couldn’t, babe,” Willam said, rubbing her back. “Looks like you cuddled with my coat instead.”

“Shut up,” Courtney mumbled, stifling a laugh. “I missed you.”

“It hasn’t even been a day, Court,” Willam said, and Courtney could practically hear her rolling her eyes. “Getting all clingy with me, as if I was the one away for a week.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t miss me too, you asshole.”

Willam ran her fingers through Courtney’s hair, and tugged at it gently, making Courtney lift her head. She was still smiling, a slightly lopsided grin, and Courtney was struck with the overwhelming urge to hug her again, even though she’d never stopped in the first place.

“I did,” she admitted. “But you gotta let go of me, though.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not gonna kiss you till you brush your teeth,” Willam said. “And you’re super cute right now, and I don’t wanna wait.”

“Well, you can wait another minute,” Courtney said decidedly, tucking her face back into Willam’s neck.

“Bossy,” Willam commented under her breath, and Courtney swatted her back. “Hey!”

With her qualms from the night before almost completely forgotten now, Courtney squelched the small voice in the back of her head reminding her why things couldn’t be this easy forever. In a few minutes she’d brush her teeth, then kiss Willam on the lips and everywhere else for a little while, or maybe for a few hours, and she couldn’t bring herself to care about much else.

It was this same giddiness – the warmth that Courtney felt at Willam carving out a special moment in time for her that morning – that carried Courtney through the rest of her day. Nothing, Courtney determined, could take that away from her.

She was Willam’s best-kept secret, her favorite thing – Courtney could feel it in the intensity of Willam’s passing glances, in the way a small smile seemed to permanently hide in the corners of her mouth whenever Courtney was nearby.

She’d ride that high for as long as she possibly could.

Courtney even learned to love the game. She found herself staying up late and listening for footsteps outside her bedroom door, when it was quiet and dark aside from the moonlight casting shadows onto the wall, waiting with bated breath for Willam to slip in undetected.

They’d run “errands” for Dave in the afternoons, drive to the laundromat to pick up his dry-cleaning and fuck in the parking lot, Courtney’s sundress bunched at her waist.

Or maybe, if Willam wasn’t wearing a bra, Courtney would tug down the top of her dress until her chest was exposed, and fuck Willam hard, pressing her upright against the door in the backseat of the Jeep so anyone could see them, watching her breasts jiggle in time with her gorgeous little moans.

The scandal of it all seemed to make the whole affair sexier – Courtney soaked her panties through at the thought of getting caught, and noticed how much more desperately Willam bucked into her touch when she thought someone might be watching.

None of it seemed real, when Courtney took a moment to distance herself from the situation. They were two girls living out a movie plot, downsized to a screen that could be shut off as the credits rolled after a cheesy ending and a ride off into the sunset that solved all of their problems.

There were little things that poked holes in Courtney’s fantasy, though – things like Willam’s huge, ugly engagement ring slipped back on after she washed any evidence of Courtney from her fingers, like the way Willam disappeared into the master bedroom when Dave got home. Like the distant sound of Dave’s yelling later on, and the total lack of reply that made Courtney’s stomach turn.

Sometimes, Courtney secretly worried that maybe it wasn’t that kind of movie after all.

Even still, around the house, she graciously accepted the subtlest of touches: the brush of Willam’s fingertips against her side as they shuffled around the kitchen after dinner, or how she’d squeeze Courtney’s hand when she was sure no one was watching, a motion so quick that Courtney would’ve thought she imagined it if it weren’t for her racing pulse.

The alternative to it all was to acknowledge the fragility of their arrangement, its potential expiration date looming large on the horizon – and that wasn’t an option. Not for Courtney, at least. No, she’d keep things as they were for as long as possible, ignoring the wedding planning tabs constantly open on Willam’s laptop, thank you very much.

So, when Willam approached her in the hallway upstairs later that week, mumbling an incoherent request into Courtney’s ear while a hand on the small of her back guided her into her bedroom, the butterflies in Courtney’s stomach had her complying obediently.

As soon as the door was shut and locked behind them, Willam’s mouth was on Courtney’s, biting and insistent, her hands gripping Courtney’s hips tightly to keep her steady. Courtney looped her arms around Willam’s neck, letting the other woman walk her backwards until her weak knees hit the foot of her bed and she sat down on the edge, breaking the kiss involuntarily.

She panted softly, trying to catch her breath. Her own cheeks were flushed, she could feel it, and her lower lip stung deliciously from where Willam had bitten down and tugged with her teeth.

“Baby,” Willam sighed.

Something tugged in Courtney’s chest at the pet name, and she looked up at Willam reflexively. Her breath caught at the intensity in Willam’s gaze, the raw hunger and the hint of something else, hidden in the affectionate tilt of her lips.

“Yeah?” Courtney managed to say, squeezing her thighs together.

“Baby,” Willam repeated, and Courtney swallowed the whimper rising in her throat. “Fuck, I want you. So bad.”

Willam bent at the hip to press a kiss to Courtney’s lips, slow and languid, her hand cupping Courtney’s cheek as she stole what little air was left in Courtney’s lungs and left her lightheaded.

Rendered completely speechless, Courtney gave a small nod in acknowledgment, ran her hands up the backs of Willam’s legs, letting her touch speak for itself. Willam pushed gently at her shoulders, and Courtney moved backwards onto the bed, watching Willam pull her skirt up around her hips and crawl forwards to straddle one of Courtney’s thighs.

Courtney wanted to say something, tell her how glad she was to see her, how insanely gorgeous she looked on Courtney’s lap, but Willam was kissing her again before she could get the words out.

Once she could get her brain to focus on anything other than Willam’s mouth on hers, Courtney scratched lightly up Willam’s abdomen, pushing her shirt up and running her fingertips all over the exposed skin. Willam hardly gave her a moment to breathe before kissing her again, and again, as if Courtney was addictive, a drug that she couldn’t get enough of.

When Willam finally broke the kiss and propped herself up with her hands on Courtney’s shoulders, both of them were breathing heavily, and Courtney could feel the heat and dampness of Willam’s panties against her thigh.

Willam’s eyes were almost wild, her lips pouty, and she dragged her nails slowly across Courtney’s chest, gaze following the movement of her hand. When she popped the top few buttons of Courtney’s shirt, scratching over the top of her bare breast, Courtney couldn’t help but whimper softly, needing more contact. As if triggered by the noise, Willam started to rock her hips against Courtney’s thigh, groaning low in her throat at the friction.

Courtney settled her hands on Willam’s ass, encouraging her movements, and the Willam started to grind down faster, nails still digging into Courtney’s skin.

“God, look at you,” Courtney murmured, staring up at her. “I wish I had time to kiss you everywhere, make you feel as gorgeous as you are.”

Willam let out another moan at the praise, louder and needier than the first. Courtney let out a strangled breath, the sound of Willam’s voice sending a bolt of arousal straight to her core. She sunk her fingers into Willam’s ass, squirming and lifting her hips from the bed in an attempt to get some friction where she needed it most.

Clearly taking notice of Courtney’s desperation, Willam tossed her head back and moaned again. Her eyes narrowed almost playfully as she continued to grind on Courtney’s thigh without making any effort to return the favor.

“Do you think he can hear me?” Willam panted, letting out another groan, back arching. “Fuck, I almost wish he would. Then he’d know I fucking fake it with him.”

Courtney whined softly, flexing her thigh and pulling Willam’s hips down more roughly. Willam was only confirming what she already knew, but the wild recklessness in her words combined with the way she was using Courtney’s body to get herself off was enough to make Courtney want to cry out, beg to be touched.

“You know that, right?” Willam said breathlessly, her hand kneading at Courtney’s breast now. “You’re the one who makes me moan and scream, Court. It’s just – ooh, fuck – just you.”

“Good,” Courtney exhaled, reaching up to tug at Willam’s shirt, pulling her back down enough to kiss her. “I want you all to myself,” she added against Willam’s lips before wrapping her arms around her and sliding her hands down to rest on Willam’s ass again.

“You have me, baby,” Willam gasped, her head dropping to rest on Courtney’s shoulder as she moaned again, this time high pitched and through her teeth.

The sound was sharp, cutting, and for a moment, Courtney was positive that it must’ve been audible in the hallway and throughout the entire house. But there was no knock on the door, no footsteps in the hall, and Courtney wanted to hear that noise again more than anything.

Willam panted hot breaths on Courtney’s upper chest as she drove herself higher and higher, and then her teeth closed around flesh, biting down on the taut skin just below Courtney’s collarbone, and Courtney cried out, channel clenching around nothing as she moaned brokenly.

She almost didn’t hear it, the first time the car horn blared from outside. Her thigh was practically slick now, and Willam was moaning in her ear, but when the horn beeped again, three times in succession, everything came to a grinding halt.

“Oh, shit,” Willam hissed, her eyes wide and frantic. “Goddamnit, I fucking – Court, I forgot.”

“What?” Courtney demanded, as Willam scrambled off of her, swaying from side to side for a moment before stumbling towards Courtney’s closet. “What did you forget?”

Willam smacked her forehead with her palm, rubbing the heel of her hand against the space between her eyebrows as if she was trying to clear her thoughts. She wrenched open Courtney’s closet, rifling through the section that was now solely devoted to her own clothing.

“Willam!” Courtney exclaimed.

“It’s fucking – it’s date night,” Willam said finally, and Courtney could see how shaky she was. “He’s waiting for me in the car, I’m already late, I’m not ready -”

“Calm down, Bill,” Courtney said, sitting up. “It’s fine, he’ll understand.”

“You know he won’t,” Willam said, looking back over her shoulder at Courtney. “Cut the crap.”

She hastily took off her tank top and pushed her skirt down past her hips, stepping out of it quickly and grabbing a dress from the closet. It was tiny and shimmery, iridescent shades of teal and green and purple, and Courtney could practically feel how thin and slippery it was as Willam slid it over her head. With the way it loosely draped over her figure and hugged her hips, the way it rode up her thighs the second she started to move, Courtney’s hands were already itching to touch.

“You can’t just put that on and leave,” Courtney complained, watching the hem slide higher up her thighs as Willam reached up to tousle her hair into a shape that seemed intentionally debauched, rather than accidentally so.

“I gotta,” Willam said, looking over to meet Courtney’s gaze. “I’m sorry, kitten. I’ll be back soon, promise.”

With that, she spun around, and disappeared into the hallway before Courtney could protest any more. Courtney stared at the mess Willam had left in her wake in stunned silence, articles of clothing and discarded hangers littering the floor, and flopped back down on the bed with a huff of frustration.

Willam could be gone for hours, Courtney figured. She honestly didn’t know if she could bear it.

She could feel the heat pooling between her own legs, and her thigh was still slick from Willam’s wetness, and she wanted to punch something or someone out of sheer sexual frustration.

With her chest rising and falling heavily, the top of her shirt still open to expose her breasts, Courtney glared at the ceiling. She’d liked it much better when Willam was on top of her.

Now, she was just worked up, and more than a little bit annoyed to boot. In hindsight, Courtney realized, she probably should’ve grabbed Willam’s hips and pulled her up to straddle her face instead, so at least one of them could’ve gotten off before Dave had so rudely interrupted.

Selfishly, a part of Courtney hoped that Willam was just as wrecked as she was. From the wild-eyed look on the other woman’s face as she’d changed and stumbled around the room, Courtney was pretty sure that was the case.

She pictured Willam, legs squeezed together underneath the dinner table, squirming in her seat as she ordered an expensive cocktail on the rocks with too sharp a tone – or trying her hardest to maintain conversation and feign interest in Dave’s dull anecdotes, still in the pair of soaked through panties that Courtney knew she hadn’t changed, her nails digging harshly into her own thighs.

The image made Courtney feel slightly better, almost – but didn’t do much in the way of distracting her from the ache in her core. Briefly, she considered taking care of herself, but gave up the thought after a moment, realizing that it wouldn’t be satisfying after having Willam so close so recently.

“Fuck, I want you. So bad.” Willam’s words echoed in Courtney’s ears, and she took a shaky breath, crossing her legs at the ankles. Baby, Willam had called her. Over and over, making Courtney melt into the bed, soft and malleable and adoring under her. “You have me, baby.”

“Fuck,” Courtney whispered out loud. She grabbed a fistful of her comforter, wished desperately that it was Willam’s hair instead.

After a moment, she loosened her grip. Willam liked when she tugged on it gently, just enough to direct her but not enough to hurt. Willam liked everything better gentle, liked to feel pretty and soft and cared for.

Courtney doubted Dave knew that. Or cared enough to find out.

Men were pigs, she reasoned. And men like her father most of all, the ones who used money and power to manipulate women and then treated them like dirt for letting themselves be taken advantage of.

The combination of arousal and righteous indignation felt like an adrenaline rush, prompting a desire in Courtney to spring up and do something rash, like rush outside and cuss out the first wealthy-looking man she ran into, or video call Willam and make her wish she’d bailed on date night altogether. Clenching her hands into fists, she closed her eyes, and waited for the feeling to pass.

Except it didn’t.

While she possessed just enough self-control not to call up Willam, Courtney did still want to send her a quick text, something to remind her of what she was currently missing out on. After all, Courtney was suffering. It was only fair to let Willam know.

As soon as she had her phone in her hands, one text asking Willam to come back soon turned into three, then six, telling Willam without sparing any details what she wished she’d done to her in the short time they’d been alone together.

It was like shouting into the void. Each message was opened and ignored, until Courtney was gripping her phone tightly enough that she thought she might crack the screen.

Willam had some nerve, ignoring her like this. Courtney was aware that she probably seemed beyond needy and possibly annoying, but at this point, she couldn’t find it in herself to care. She wanted Willam’s attention, and she didn’t feel like waiting.

Making a split-second decision, she popped open the rest of the buttons on her shirt, and shimmied her shorts down her legs, leaving her in her panties with her chest bare. She crossed one arm over her stomach to push her breasts together, showing off the small amount of cleavage she had, and fumbled for her phone. The adrenaline was still coursing through her system, and she could practically feel her pulse under the fingers laid across her ribs as she found the perfect angle and snapped a few pictures.

Courtney chose the most flattering of the bunch and sent it quickly off to Willam without a moment of hesitation, refusing to give herself the chance to overthink it.

She only had to wait a few moments until the read receipt appeared, and only a few seconds after that before Willam finally decided to reply, spamming her with messages.

The string of curses and exclamation points, along with a desperate inquiry as to what the fuck Courtney thought she was playing at, made satisfaction curl comfortably in Courtney’s stomach. She smirked at her phone screen and wiggled a little, feeling a bit like a cat who’d finally managed to get her owner’s attention. Or, rather, a kitten.

And Courtney was in the mood to play.

For good measure, she shrugged the shirt off her shoulders and took another few shots, free hand toying with her own nipple until it was stiff and sensitive under her fingers.

She figured that would be enough material to keep Willam’s mind on her and her alone until the date was over. And after that, if Courtney played her cards right and sent a few more choice messages later on, she was positive Willam would find a way to get her alone again once she arrived back home.

The next hour and a half crawled by slowly, and Courtney remained on her bed, lounging, occasionally texting Willam, almost painfully on edge. The moment she heard the car pulling into the driveway, she was on her feet, pulling her shorts back on and buttoning up her shirt just enough to cover herself, not bothering with decency.

She hurried down the stairs, and positioned herself against the open archway that led to the kitchen, pretending to scroll through her phone casually as she eyed the front door.

Dave was the first to step inside, not bothering to hold the door open for his fiancée. When Willam entered behind him, catching the door just before it slammed shut, Courtney’s eyes were glued to her immediately.

Willam had matched the tiny dress with a pair of thigh-high black boots, spiked heels and her toes peeking out at the front. Courtney barely even heard her father’s half-hearted greeting, too busy staring at the exposed skin between the hemline of the dress and the place where the boots ended, Willam’s flexed thighs practically daring Courtney to sink her fingers into them.

When she managed to tear her gaze away, Willam was looking right back at her, her cheeks tinted a shade of pink that didn’t match her blush and her pupils very obviously dilated.

It took every ounce of restraint Courtney possessed not to stride forwards and grab Willam, kiss her right there in front of her father. Willam’s tongue poked out to wet her lips, and Courtney had to bite the inside of her cheek to suppress a groan.

Seeming fully and thankfully oblivious to the palpable tension in the air, Dave plodded upstairs for the night, calling Willam to join him as he reached the second floor landing.

Courtney watched Willam take a deep breath, and then the other woman was walking up to her, grasping her hand tightly and leaning in to press a brief but heated kiss to her lips.

“Wait right here,” she whispered, the intensity in her eyes taking Courtney’s breath away. “Okay?”

Courtney managed to nod, and then Willam backed away. She was already halfway up the staircase by the time Courtney recovered her composure, ears straining to listen to Willam’s impressively convincing spiel: assuring Dave that there wasn’t a need for him to wait up for her, that she’d join him in bed after a quick nightcap.

Courtney wanted to tell her that it wouldn’t be quick at all, not if she had anything to say about it.

It was only a few minutes before Willam’s heels could be heard clicking back down the stairs, and Courtney felt like a coiled spring, wound so tight she could burst.

Willam stalked towards her with purpose, her hand landing flat on Courtney’s chest, pushing her back against the rounded frame that she was leaning against. Courtney reached for her instantly, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer – not unlike how she’d wanted to that first night after their family dinner, in the kitchen.

There was a moment of silent tension, Willam’s face just inches away from hers, her skin so hot that Courtney could feel the warmth through her dress.

Courtney’s lips grazed Willam’s, and the other woman exhaled a soft breath against her mouth.

“Goddamnit, Courtney,” she whispered.

When Willam’s lips finally met hers again, Courtney found herself smiling into the kiss, her arms wrapping around Willam tightly.

“So you liked my photos?” Courtney giggled.

In lieu of a response, Willam snaked a hand underneath the hem of Courtney’s shirt, fingers pressing into her lower back. She sucked Courtney’s bottom lip into her mouth before resting her forehead against hers, reveling in the moment.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“You almost killed me,” Willam muttered with a low chuckle.

Just then, there was a loud thud from upstairs, and both of them froze momentarily. Courtney tried to push Willam off of her, and the other woman made an affronted noise.

“In there,” Courtney explained, nodding towards the kitchen.

“Oh.” Willam nodded, keeping one arm around Courtney and leading her into the kitchen with her thumb rubbing lightly over Courtney’s spine.

The room was relatively dim, but neither one of them made a move to flick on a light switch. Instead, Willam guided Courtney around the bar, pressing her quickly against the counter and surging forwards to kiss her again.

Courtney allowed Willam to take charge at first, content to let her get out some of her pent up sexual frustration. Sliding her hands down to cup Willam’s ass and kneading with her fingertips, Courtney considered her options.

It only took her a few seconds to decide, and then she was spinning them around, pushing Willam back against the counter instead and swallowing her responding squeak of surprise. Pulling up the bottom of Willam’s tiny dress, Courtney slipped her thigh between Willam’s, breaking the kiss for a moment just to hear her groan at the contact.

“Oh my god,” Courtney breathed, rocking her hips to grind her thigh against Willam. “How did you make it through dinner like this, babe? You’re soaked.”

Willam whimpered, and Courtney leaned in to press another kiss to her lips before rolling her hips forward again.

“Good job, love,” she murmured, meeting Willam’s eyes just in time to see them glaze over.

She traced Willam’s curves with light hands, up the smooth scales of her dress and around her breasts. Courtney let her touch linger there for a moment before dropping to her knees, smirking at Willam’s audible gasp.

She pressed her cheek to Willam’s inner thigh, glancing up to watch the faint shimmer of the dress over Willam’s heaving chest. It was a gorgeous image, Willam practically buckling at the knees as Courtney’s breath tickled her skin, and Courtney couldn’t believe how lucky she was.

Pushing up the hem of Willam’s dress, Courtney leaned up, placing a kiss at the apex of her thighs, through the damp fabric. Willam shuddered, letting out a moan.

“Oh, Willam,” Courtney sighed, laying her cheek against Willam’s thigh again. “You’re gonna have to be quiet for me, you know.”

“But, baby,” Willam started, her voice weak and raspy.

“I can’t come up there to shut you up,” Courtney said, turning her head to kiss the front of Willam’s hip softly. “Can you keep quiet, love? For me?”

Willam’s hand slid into Courtney’s hair, tugging, trying to pull her face closer.

“I’m not gonna do anything else until you say yes,” Courtney added, nuzzling against the spot she’d just kissed. “And I want to so bad, Will.”

Willam bit her lip, nodding slowly at Courtney with a pained expression on her face. Her fingers coiled more tightly into Courtney’s curls, and Courtney didn’t need any more encouragement than that.

She pulled Willam’s thong away from her wetness, maneuvered it down her legs and over the tall boots, making sure the fabric didn’t catch on the heels.

Willam’s thighs were quivering under Courtney’s hands already, and she rubbed over them as she pressed kisses across the front of Willam’s hip, following the tug on her hair to where Willam wanted her so desperately.

One hand sliding between Willam’s legs, Courtney shifted slightly, gripping the back of her knee.

“You might wanna hold onto something,” she said, feeling Willam tense at her words.

Too impatient to wait any longer, Courtney lifted Willam’s leg, draping it over her shoulder and opening Willam up to her sight. She was so wet that her inner thighs were slick when Courtney kissed her there, and Courtney felt lightheaded, the scent making her head spin.

The point of Willam’s heel dug into her back, grounding her again, and she leaned in to lick a long stripe up Willam’s folds, suppressing a smile at the strangled noise that died in Willam’s throat as she tried to keep from moaning.

Not wasting any time, Courtney tilted her chin up, focusing her attention on the sensitive bundle of nerves, unable to resist teasing it a little with her tongue to make Willam whine.

“Court, baby, please,” Willam begged, her hips jerking.

She knew Willam was hardly staying upright as it was, and she couldn’t afford to draw this out, since the kitchen had no doors and they could technically be caught at any moment.

After a few more brief moments of teasing, Courtney made quick work of opening Willam up with her tongue, driving her to silent screams, her body shuddering as she pulled and twisted Courtney’s hair.

Wetness kept pooling at her entrance, dripping almost constantly onto Courtney’s chin and lips. In a split-second decision, Courtney slipped the hand that wasn’t holding Willam’s thigh up on her shoulder between Willam’s legs. She slid two fingers inside Willam, adding a third when she met no resistance, and this time, Willam failed to suppress her raspy moan.

The slick noises sounding from Willam’s core were enough to make Courtney dizzy with arousal herself, and the fact that she was causing it doubled the effect. She was intoxicated by the feeling of Willam practically throbbing under her tongue, the way her walls fluttered and grasped around her fingers as she pumped them steadily in and out.

When Willam said her name again, voice breaking on the last syllable, Courtney sealed her lips around Willam’s clit, sucking hard as she twisted her wrist to reach the sweet spot inside.

The muffled scream was audible as Willam came, clenching tight around Courtney’s fingers, wetness dripping onto her palm. She was tugging harshly at Courtney’s hair, heel digging into her back again, all sharp edges and soft warmth inside, and Courtney wanted the moment to last forever.

When Willam sunk to the floor, satiated and spent, Courtney was there to envelop her, placing a lingering kiss to the top of her head. She pulled Willam’s legs onto her lap, carefully removing her boots for her, keeping her eyes on Willam as she slumped against the cabinetry.

“Can we just… sit?” Willam asked, her voice sleepy. “I don’t wanna go upstairs just yet.”

Courtney’s heart fluttered, and she pulled Willam into her arms, breathing in the scent of her hair. “Of course,” she replied softly.

Willam hummed, tucking her nose into Courtney’s neck. After a moment, she let out a sigh, sounding so perfectly content that Courtney felt her chest expanding, wanting to give the entire world to this woman who was crumpled halfway in her lap on the kitchen floor.

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Yakuza!Ignis fic update!

Hey there, lovelies! Here’s the second half of the first chapter of this thing (the first bit can be found here)

It also now has an official title: Death Fears Not the Reaper (it will make sense in later chapters, just trust me okaaaay) and can be found on AO3 here!

As always, feedback is GREATLY appreciated as this is my first time attempting a full-out AU with more plot than smut.... Let’s be honest, I have no clue what I’m doing lol *flails* On with the show!

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It was only a short drive from the main complex to the penthouse apartment where Noctis, son of Lord Regis L. Caelum and heir to the family’s veritable underground kingdom, lived alone. It had been a compromise of sorts between him and his father; while Noctis wanted nothing more than independence, Regis wanted him close at hand to keep learning about the family business. Getting him his own place nearby seemed like the perfect solution, and Ignis himself had been asked to scout the area for suitable living arrangements. As such, he knew the place like the back of his own hand, and even had his own access code to get him through the heavy security.

Stepping up to the front entrance, he ignored the cameras that tracked his every move and punched in his key code by heart. The doors swung open and he was inside. It seemed easy, perhaps, but he knew that one false step, one suspicious move and he would never even hear the bullet coming. Regis took no chances when it came to his only child.

Ignis rode the elevator to the top floor as he’d done countless times in the past. As he waited, he withdrew his phone from his shirt pocket and skimmed through the various messages he’d received throughout the night. There was one from Cor, undoubtedly in regards to Gladio’s half-assed reply after the warehouse fiasco, and a few updates from other members of the Glaive whose names he’d never bothered to learn. Surprisingly, there was a message from Noctis as well; this was the only one Iggy bothered to read. He swiped the notification next to the familiar icon to see only two words:

/Bring pizza./

A long-suffering sigh escaped him. Yet as the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open, he had no choice but to step forward into the vast expanse of the ohji ’s suite.

From the foyer, he could see past the kitchen and into the drawing room that Noctis had furnished with plush grey sofas and a gigantic flat-screen television against the far wall. Noctis was there, too, as far as he could tell from the mess of black hair bobbing rhythmically above the edge of the couch to some music only he could hear.

Approaching, Ignis cleared his throat twice before the young heir, finally noticing him, yanked out his earbuds and turned around. “Oh! Hey, Iggy,” he grinned, and set his game controller on the cushion next to him. “Didn’t hear you come in.” He got to his feet and circled around the edge of the sofa.

“You should take more care. Lucky for you I’m not an enemy of your family, but the next time….”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Not like this place isn’t harder to get into than a maximum security joint.” Still smiling, Noct folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the sofa. Dark blue eyes roamed up the length of Ignis’ body, taking in the sight of his suit, his gloves, the way his hair was beginning to fall out of place where he’d slicked it back much earlier in the day. Fresh off work, then, and decidedly not carrying dinner. Noct feigned a pout.

“All out of pizza at the pizza store?”

He almost laughed aloud at the way Ignis stiffened. “Apologies, your Highness, I only just received your message. If you’d like I can call for delivery, or -- “

“It’s fine, I’m kidding. Anyway, I’m sure I’ve got some ramen or something around here.”

As he brushed past his advisor on his way to the kitchen, Ignis released another sigh. “Highness….” No response. “Noct, please. At least let me prepare something for you.”

“It’s fine ,” came the reply, Noct’s voice muffled inside the half-empty pantry. “C’mon Igs, you’ve gotta be exhausted. Don’t worry about me.”

A firm hand closed around his shoulder, causing him to jump half out of his skin in surprise. He hid it as smoothly as he could behind a cough. Above him, Ignis’ eyes softened. “Noctis, you are the one and only son of the most powerful man in the city. You need to learn how to let others serve you. Trust me, cooking for you is a pleasure, not a chore.”

The red tint that started at the bridge of Noct’s nose and spread slowly over his cheeks was impossible to hide. He swallowed, dropped his eyes to the gloved hand on his shoulder, and nodded. “...Then, uh, thanks. I guess I’d like that.”

“Very good.” Ignis shifted, moving instead to the refrigerator to inspect what little his ward had in the way of ingredients. “Hmm. How does a simple stir-fry sound to you?”

“Yeah, fine.” Mostly recovered now, the dark-haired heir to the criminal underworld hopped up on the edge of the kitchen counter and stared his advisor dead in the eye. “But no veggies.”

“...H-highness….”

In the end, Noctis acquiesced to the addition of green peas to the stir-fry provided Ignis double the serving of potatoes and smother the whole thing in sauce. While certainly not the most balanced meal, it was a far cry better than what Ignis normally got him to eat, so he accepted the deal without much argument. Noctis watched as, stripping off his gloves, Ignis stepped up to the sink and began to rinse his bare hands under the warm water. He noticed, of course, the dried blood under the other man’s fingernails, and the subtle red tint as the water washed away the rest, but he knew better than to comment. Ignis never talked about the details of his work with Noct, and now was hardly the time to press.

They ate together in relative silence. The dining table in Noct’s penthouse was large enough to seat eight guests comfortably, but more often than not it held only one. Dinner for two was a rare treat for the young ohji . Perhaps that was why, when Ignis got up to collect the tableware and, inevitably, excuse himself for the night, Noctis jumped up to stop him before he even knew what he was going to say.

“Wait a sec.”

Ignis paused, a plate in each hand, and glanced over his shoulder. “Something the matter?”

“No, I just, um.” The young crime lord shook his head, thinking quickly. “Don’t you want to grab a shower or something before you go?”

The look Ignis gave him made him instantly regret his choice of words. But never one to back down from even the scrappiest of fights, Noct straightened his back and continued. “I mean obviously you have a perfectly good shower at home and all that, but, well, it’d be a shame to get your car dirty on the way, right?” Open mouth, insert foot , he chided himself, though he managed to hide his grimace behind a convincing smile.

Ignis glanced down at himself -- his pristine suit jacket, his pressed pants, his polished shoes -- and arched a brow. “Do I offend ?”

“N-no, no!” Kicking himself mentally, Noctis decided to spare himself further humiliation by instead sidling up to Iggy and very gracefully snagging the plates from his grip. “I just mean, why don’t you take it easy for once, hm? Relax, pamper yourself. You go shower, and I’ll take care of the dishes.” That dark green gaze narrowed in suspicion until he was forced to add, “Well, I mean, I’ll at least put them in the sink for you. Go on, stop wasting time.”

Though his mind was spinning a mile a minute trying to catch Noct’s angle, Ignis couldn’t very well ignore a direct order. He padded down the hall to the bathroom, stripped and folded his clothes, and placed them neatly on the counter. While waiting for the water to heat up to an adequate temperature, he stole a glance at himself in the mirror.

And frowned. He had served for the Caelum family his whole life, just like his father and grandfather before him, and from a young age he’d gotten accustomed to the plethora of scars and injuries that came with the territory. But something he had never quite learned to accept were the tattoos. A mark, a brand even of his history with the yakuza, his irezumi were colorful, exotic, covering nearly every inch of his body from waist to neck. His chest was a menagerie of gruesome beasts with great, open maws. On his left arm, lotus blossoms scattered on the surface of a blood-red stream. On his right, falling leaves burned and blackened in a fiery wind as great, winding dragons ascending to the heavens. His back held the largest piece of all; the most fearsome skeletal figure imaginable, a Reaper, surrounded by the anguished souls of its countless victims.

Horrors, all of them. Noctis had never seen the tattoos, and Ignis was determined to keep it that way.

He tore his eyes away from the mirror and stepped into the hot water, letting it burn away the filth and rot of the day’s unsavory work.

When Ignis returned to the living room, hair damp but not a button out of place on his suit, he found Noctis once again on the sofa with his headphones. This time, however, he was nose deep in a comic book and, much to Iggy’s chagrin, had his shoes propped up on the arm.

“ Really , Noct,” he started, swatting his feet down and snatching the comic from his hands. “Is this all you do in your free time?”

“No. I play videogames, too.”

A resolved sigh before Ignis was taking a seat on the sofa at his side. There was a stack of black, sealed files set on the table in front of them, and he swiped up a few to pass forcefully to his companion. “Why not read up a little about the state of your family’s current investments? This is going to be very important for you one day.”

Noct accepted the files, glanced at the title on each, and tossed them back onto the table without ceremony. “Money comes in, money goes out. Got it. Hey, here’s a question,” he said suddenly, shifting a little closer until he could pick up the scent of lilac soap on his advisor’s skin. Ignis leaned back a few inches out of instinct. “Why don’t you tell me about those Glaives? Y’know, the ones who died yesterday.”

Behind his glasses, green eyes widened in surprise, then just as quickly narrowed. “Where did you hear about that?”

A shrug, and a smirk. “Y’know, around . ...Actually, it was Nyx.”

“Of course it was.” Ignis pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose with one gloved finger and sighed. “How much do you already know?”

“Not much. I heard it happened in broad daylight, that three of them were attacked and -- “ He paused, drawing his thumb across his throat in a meaningful gesture. Ignis’ mouth twitched.

“Beheaded, yes.”

“Right, that. So they’re dead, and now my father thinks someone is trying to start a turf war, or whatever.” He looked at Ignis for a long moment, his deep blue eyes searching for answers, for affirmation, anything written in his stoic expression. “Is that what you were doing today? Why you had blood on your hands?”

For once, Ignis wasn’t sure how to respond. As much as he wanted Noctis to someday successfully fill his father’s shoes, he was also loathe to drag him down any further into a world he didn’t yet belong. Still, he supposed this counted as studying in its own right, so he was willing to let both the comic book and the economics issues slide for now. “Yes. And no,” he added quickly, not missing the curiosity piquing on Noct’s face. “Nyx isn’t entirely wrong, but your father knows this is no mere turf war. The killings were sudden, unprovoked. Neither the Niffs nor the Nox Fleurets have stepped forward to claim the acts, and we haven’t been able to find any witnesses or reliable….informants.”

The young heir let the words sink in for a moment before asking again with renewed interest, “So who did it? What’s your theory?”

He shrugged. “A couple of rogues? Or a mistake. Even a fool wouldn’t pick a fight with the Caelum family without some kind of deathwish. Still,” he sighed, reaching forward to lay a gloved hand on Noctis’ shoulder. “Until we sort things out, it isn’t safe for you out there. Noct, you’re going to need to stay here for a few days.”

Anger flared to life almost instantly in those usually calm eyes. “Stay here, alone in this glorified prison?” Noct spat, suddenly raising his voice. “The tournament is this weekend, Father promised he’d let me go this year!”

“Noct, calm down. I’m sorry, this isn’t my decision.”

“But you agree with it, don’t you?"

"For your safety, yes, I do." His reply was met with rebellious silence as the dark-haired nineteen-year old folded his arms over his chest.

It wasn't that Ignis didn't understand. Of course it was only natural that Noct was lonely, of course he wanted a taste of freedom. The boy had spent his entire life under constant surveillance, after all, under lock and key by an overprotective father who was doing what he thought best against the dangers of the cruel world. But no teenager ever understood that. And Ignis, for his part, would have given the world to see Noct happy, if only that choice were up to him.

"If it helps," he offered, voice quiet and soothing in the space between them. "Once this all blows over, I promise to take you fishing. Outside of the city."

"...Really?" Noct’s tone was a mix of hope and incredulity, but if nothing else the thought got him talking again. "And you think Father would allow that?"

A warm smile, one that made Ignis’ eyes crinkle as he patted the other’s cheek. "It may just be our little secret." That was the kind of thinking that would likely land his head on a spike someday, but he wouldn't really be Iggy if he wasn't risking his own neck to please the prince.

Although still somewhat reluctant, Noctis managed a smile up at his advisor. His gaze faltered for a moment, then before he lost the nerve he leaned forward and pulled the taller man into a hug. "You're the best, Specs."

Few things made Ignis the Reaper’s heart thud in his chest. Danger, the adrenaline-fueled thrill of a fight, was one. Palming a brand new set of knives was another. But perhaps more than either of those was the feeling of holding Noctis Caelum in his arms.

Only five years apart, Ignis had quite literally grown up alongside the young would-be boss. They'd been friends once, back when the innocence of youth had allowed such things, and even as they fit piece by piece into their ever-shifting roles, Ignis had wanted nothing more than to stay by Noct’s side. Selfish, perhaps, given the sheer amount of secrets he kept to preserve their relationship, but it was a feeling that gave him strength all the same. And, at times, had him questioning his own sanity.

He returned the hug gently, almost reverently, and willed his mind to focus on the present. "It's late, Noct. Would you like me to help you to bed?" Because that didn't conjure up any vivid images at all.

Against his shoulder Noctis shook his head. "Nah. Not tired yet. But...you don’t have to go right now, do you?”

Once more Ignis checked the clock on the wall. He had a meeting first thing in the morning, and Regis would be expecting results that he didn’t yet have. What he should be doing was making his report to Cor and checking that his men had properly disposed of the evening’s evidence.

What he did instead was pull Noctis closer and settle into the cushions of his sofa while he watched him play videogames for several more hours.

The young ohji had fallen asleep against him sometime just before midnight. Ignis carried him to his room and laid him out on his bed, at least taking the liberty of removing his shoes if nothing else. In sleep his face was so peaceful, so beautiful that tearing himself away from the sight was almost physically painful. Yet it was as he turned out the lights and made his way back toward the foyer that he finally retrieved his phone once more from his pocket. Now that Noctis was settled, it was time to get back to business. He pressed a single key on his screen and the line was ringing before he even stepped into the elevator.

Cor answered after only two beats. “Scientia, where the ever-loving fuck have you been?”

“Working,” he replied politely. It wasn’t entirely a lie.

“You’d better be. Now that our last informant is sinking in about twelve different parts of the Crestholm -- and I suppose I have you to thank for that? -- we’ve got nothing to show the boss. He isn’t going to be happy. You and Amicitia have exactly seven hours to fix it.”

“Overtime again, then, I take it?” His answer came in the form of a dial tone, and Ignis raked his gloved fingers back through his hair before switching to text.

/Be outside in ten/, he warned Gladio, letting his head fall back against the wall of the elevator as he continued to descend.

On the bright side, at least he’d already had a shower.

#fic #yakuza ignis #ignoct maybe #there will be eventually #why does tumblr hate formatting?#plz read on AO3 for better experience #myfic

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Rainy Days (ch.2)

"About time you got here." We're the first words father said to me and Mom when we walked in. "It was a 12 hour drive." I pointed out. My father just glared at me before grabbing a box and shoving it in my arms, forcing me to almost drop it. "And that's why your gonna play football. Get those mucles up and active." Father said. I rolled my eyes. Yeah cos me almost dropping the box had to do with my mucles and not the fact that you just shoved it in my arms. "Where does this go?" I asked choosing to ignore his statement, aka not comment back. "Read the box. Bathroom." Father replied. "Oops sorry I wasn't aware that the box had words. The way you threw it at me so blindly." I retorted as I walked upstairs, stomping loudly on my way up. The bathroom was small, with a tiny toilet, and a dumb sink with only a shower. I set the box down and left cos I know that old man didn't expect me to put the contents in the box away. Instead I looked around in the rooms. Found the big one, must be my parents room. There was another room, too small for a bedroom, must be an office... Oh now's here's my room. Not as big as my parents but bigger than the office. I walked inside and set my suitcase on the floor before finding the first outlet I could find and plugging my phone up. "Chris, we're going out for dinner. Chinese." Mom said some hours later, while I was face timing Tammy. "Congratulations." I said sarcastically. "Yep. So get dressed we're leaving in an hour." Mom said. "Oh, I'm going too? That's a first." I retorted as mom gave me a funny look. "Also, what's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked looking at my navy blue and white striped shirt and blacks jeans. "It's a fancy dinner. Dress fancy. Comb your hair." Mom said before leaving. I rolled my eyes before looking at my phone. "You better start getting ready Chris." Tammy mocked. "Shut the fuck up Tams... Guess I'll call you later." I said before hanging up. I always hang up on people. I stood up and looked around my room. Father's buying all new furniture so I've got none. I still don't see what he needed the moving truck for. I look in my suitcase and pull out my black and white tuxedo shirt before taking the shirt I had off and putting that one on instead. Then I reached into my other bag and started looking for my brush. "Hmm maybe I'll redye my hair." I thought aloud as I pulled out my hair bleach. After I brushed my hair, I grabbed my satchel and shoved my phone, charger, and wallet in it before walking downstairs. "Nu uh, put that down. Your not wearing any purses around me." Father started as soon as I came in his sight. I rolled my eyes. "It's not a purse, its a satchel." I corrected. "Well either way, your not wearing it...Give it to me." Father said holding his hand out. I gave him a look. "Give it to you for what?" I questioned. "I'll just put in in my room." I took a step up. "I don't really like the idea of you carrying around a purse, or, or bag whatever you call it." Father said, his hand still out. "Well then, I won't wear it around you then." I retorted before running upstairs and into my room. I took out the contents in the bag before hiding my bag somewhere father won't think to look before heading back downstairs. I heard their hushed voices stop when I cleared my throat right before I came all the way downstairs. They both looked at me. Mom smiling her usual false smile and father looking like he has a stick up his ass like usual. "Ready?" I said trying to break the obvious tension that was there. "Let's go woman. The car ain't gonna drive itself." Father said walking out the door. Mom, acting like a bitch as usual followed behind him. "Come on Christopher." She said. I rolled my eyes as I closed the front door. Mom only ever calls me Christopher after an argument between her and my father. I sat behind mom as usual, put my seatbelt on, and rolled down the window. I've always wanted to know what it felt like to have wind in your face and not get hit with water. I closed my eyes as the car drove out of the driveway. It felt nice. The wind going through my hair... No wonder people always make a big hype about it on TV. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the car door. But, like many great things, this one ended. And here we were at this fancy Chinese restaurant where we had to pretend to be a happy go lucky family that had no problems what so ever. I probably had the most unimpressed face ever as the chef came and made our food. I mean, it's not like I haven't seen this before. It wasn't anything new. It was old. I just ate my food in silence and waited for the night to be over. "Now, your mother already told me your plan for school. So I expect your room to be unpacked and ready by Monday. The movers should be coming tomorrow with the new furniture. Your mom and I'll be out. Gotta work on a few business things. Can I trust you in the house alone?" Father asked. I looked up at him from the back seat and wasn't surprised at all to seehim glaring daggers at me from the mirror. I shrugged. "Sure." I focused my attention back to the window. Wandering why everything passed by so slowly while you were moving fast.When we got back to the house, I marched upstairs, pulled out my blankets from their box,made a bed in the floor, took off my clothes,minus my boxers, and passed out. I was woken up by loud noises and voices. I looked at my phone, it was only 9:45 in the freaking morning! I let out a loud and annoyed sigh before standing up, folding my blankets, throwing on some jeans and a shirt and walking downstairs. "Ah and here he is now! Christopher, show thess kind men to your room." Mom said gesturing to a couple of guys that were holding a bed frame. I nodded sleepily before walking back up the steps. I kicked a few boxes out of the way before pointing to the area in which I had slept the night before. The guys nodded before placing the frame in the respective place. I smiled and waved as the walked pass me on their way back downstairs. They were hot, sweaty, and muscular. "Come one hormones, act right!" I mumbled to myself as I went downstairs as well. "Here hunny, I bought you an egg McMuffin." Mom said handing me a brown McDonald's bag. I nodded before taking it and unleashing the contents that were inside....I am so dramatic sometimes. Must be a gay thing. I laughed to myself. Me and Tammy used to always make gay jokes. My smile quickly went away. After the movers got situated, which took until 11:30, that's when father decided to make an appearance. "Do something with your hair boy. S'matter of fact, you need a haircut. I'll find a good barber and make you an appointment." He barked as he worked on a tie. Mom was already dressed in a fancy suit. "Let's go Lillian, don't wanna be late." Father instructed before walking out the door. "Here's some pizza money. Be safe love. Love you." Mom said handing me 20 bucks and giving me a peck on the cheek. I put the money on the counter before heading upstairs. I looked in a few boxes before pulling out my towel and wash cloth. Then I unpacked the bathroom box, I saw what you did there dad, and turned on the shower as I got undressed. I looked at my arms. It's been two months but the marks are still there. Father doesn't know about them. I think Mom may have an idea of them. The only person that knows about them is Tammy. But she's far away now. I pushed my hair out of my face as I reached for the Dove soap. Father insist I use axe, but in my opinion, axe smells like ass. After my shower, which lasted longer than expected, I threw on a thin red hoodie and a pair of ripped denim jeans, mix-matched socks, and a pair of red Chuck's. My fashion statement may not be fantabulous but at least I matched. I brushed my hair back, which didn't do anything cos it still went in front of my face. Then I grabbed My satch, my phone and charger, then I headed downstairs where I grabbed the money and left for a pizza store. I didn't know if there was one around here but I sure as hell wasn't finna stay in that house all day.

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