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cheriecelestial · 1 month

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Angel Pt.II

pairing*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Red Hood!Jason Todd X fem!reader

disclaimer*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ fluff. suggestive content. swearing. 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ™️. not proofread !

a/n*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ So here’s part 2. I’m aware of the poll results, but I had already planned to go against the consensus beforehand (cuz ain’t nobody tells me what to do). So smut in pt.III I promise. pls don’t be mad. Comment, Reblog and Like（╹◡╹）♡

╰ ┈➤ Part I

One of Jason's most cherished aspects of his Red Hood helmet was its ability to allow him to doze off undetected. He was curious how Y/N would react if he fell asleep at her place. He knew many people often tried, and foolishly so, to take off his helmet when he was asleep to try to find his identity. Despite his affection for her, he felt the need to ensure her trustworthiness because he knew he wouldn't be able to bear if she betrayed him. If she were to betray him, he reasoned, it would be better sooner rather than later. Feigning sleep, he waited. For a while she just sat and watched him. And not in a vigilant or cautious way, atleast it didn't that way to him. He hoped she would remain that way, but fate seemed to have other plans for him. He heard her retreat to her room, the smallness of her apartment allowing him to observe almost every movement. Maybe I'll buy her a nicer place, he thought to himself.

As she approached him, she checked once more, hiding something behind her back. She wouldn't try to take off his helmet, would she? A profound sense of dread and apprehension gripped him. She was the last person he wanted to betray him. Soon he found himself questioning his own judgment and the authenticity of the relationship. What did you expect? A sinister voice taunted him.

He felt his brain cloud with a whirlwind of emotions such as shock, disbelief, sadness, hurt, and confusion. When her fingertips grazed his helmet, it felt like a deep, agonizing wound piercing to his core. Initially, there was disbelief—a refusal to acknowledge that someone he loved and trusted could do that. He could feel the pit rage resurface, fierce and consuming, directed at her and perhaps even at himself for allowing himself to be vulnerable enough to be wounded in such a way.

He anticipated her lifting his helmet, only she didn't. She withdrew her hands and let out a tiny giggle. He was struck with the realisation that she didn't try to take his helmet off, rather she placed something atop it. It was out of his field of view so he couldn't quite tell what it was. From the corner of his eye, he noticed her take out her phone and snap a picture. Unfortunately for her, she forgot to switch off the flash. Jason took the opportunity and in the blink of an eye, her grabbed her wrist and flipped her over his shoulder, slamming into the couch. He pushed his forearm against her throat with his other hand pinning her under him.

“What do you think you're doing angel ?” He growled as his thumb trailed from her bottom lip to her cheek in a gesture that was equal parts sultry and sinister. Her eyes widened like saucers as cold sweat started to form on the side of her forehead. Her body might froze momentarily before trembling with fear. He didn't realise just how small she felt against him until he was on top of her. Akin to a quivering rabbit ensnared in a hunter's trap. Truth be told, the analogy wasn't far off.

"I-I'm so sorry I didn't mean to. I swear it was a prank —" She tugged at her restraints with tears forming at the corner of her eyes, her breathing becoming shallower and rapid but Jason didn't budge. She felt all too aware of the situation she was in. His proximity so close that she could feel so exposed under his gaze. It was intimidating yet so intoxicating, the feeling of being enclosed by him, the scent that was so intense and virile was enough to make her head spin. She could hear her heartbeat resonating in her ears and it was clear that he could too. Needless to say, Y/N L/N messed up big time.

"What was ? Hmm?" He leaned in closer to her face until his helmet was mere centimeters away, relishing in the sadistic pleasure of watching her teary eyes as she whimpered and muttered incomprehensible apologies. Seeing her struggle to form words, he picked up her phone to view the picture she had taken. It was him with what seemed like — a fuzzy bear ears headband? He plucked it from his helmet, staring at it incredulously. You have got to be kidding me.

"You're so fucking adorable, you know that ?" He let out an airy chuckle that was felt more than heard as he shakes with a silent laugh. "You're not mad at me ?"Y/N's voice sounded so desperate like a broken whimper. Her pretty eyes still wide and a little teary and red at the ends, a visible look of confusion etched onto it.

He wanted to stroke her cheek again, but he feared he wouldn't be able to stop himself from going further. "I don't know. Should I be?" He chuckled, and while he was mostly teasing, he couldn't help but marvel at her.

Despite his experiences with many women, he had never encountered someone so captivating. Just by the virtue of being pinned under him, she looked just so impossibly inviting. Jason found himself rendered breathless as his mind wandered into the realm of the most salacious thoughts.

"But this warrants punishment. Does it not?" He watched her breath catching in her throat, her cheeks and the tips of her ears flushing with heat.

Y/N swallowed hard," Punishment ?" She nervously peered at the man, a a slight shiver running down her spine as she could almost feel his piercing cold gaze from behind the red helmet. She understood her predicament and knew she shouldn't be enjoying it. It could take an unfavourable turn at any given moment and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Suddenly, he released her hands and leaned back. Despite feeling a little disoriented from his sudden absence of his towering self, Y/N sat back up. Jason held up the headband in his hand,"Do you have more of these?"

"A few. Yes" she replied.

"Go get them." he said nonchalantly. Y/N blinked at his request, feeling a hint of disappointment creeping in. As she rose slowly and made her way to the dresser, she scolded herself internally, Jesus get your brain out of the gutter Y/N. Not wanting to keep him waiting, she gathered all the headbands she had and dropped them onto the couch. "You have quite the collection," Jason chuckled, examining a headband. "Mostly from previous Halloweens and costume cafés I used to work at." Y/N explained. Jason's gaze settled on a particularly intriguing headband - white floppy bunny ears with pink bows. He tossed it onto her lap, grinning,“Put this on.”

Y/N complied without question and looked at him expectantly. Jason whipped out his phone and aimed it at her,“ Strike me a cute pose angel." Her eyes widened in a mix of surprise embarrassment," Wait what ?”

"Well you clicked that picture of me so it's pretty fair trade if you ask me." He reasoned, attempting to maintain a neutral tone, though secretly relishing the moment thoroughly. He maintained composure, not wanting to risk scaring her away. He eagerly snapped photos as Y/N reluctantly donned the headband and flashed a small peace sign, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He could feel his own heart racing in his chest and his face growing warm.

"Please don't show it to anyone. It's embarrassing," She pleaded. Jason acknowledged her request with an absentminded nod, slipping his phone into his pocket. He hadn't quite reached the stage of covertly taking pictures and plastering them on his walls like a stalker, but he reasoned that photos she consented to were fair game. Plus that was more Tim's thing, Jason liked shooting his shot up front or atleast that’s what he told himself. He casually grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it on his lap so she wouldn't have to see his raging boner.

"Now how about we fire up the console. Video games you said?" Jason suggested holding the dvd in his hand that Y/N had completely forgotten about. She eagerly grabbed the controllers and settled onto the couch, anticipation sparking in her eyes as the previous tension eased. Jason stared at the game dvd and couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. "Do you play video games often ?" Y/N asked him with a smile. "Only when I'm with the boys at the batcave or with Ro – ahem I meant Arsenal. Starfire is temporarily banned because she's burnt too many controllers out of excitement." She laughed at his words, almost imagining the scene.

"Well I'm sure you dominate in physical fights. Let's see how you hold out in a virtual one. I hope you're ready." Y/N challenged, a competitive gleam in her eyes.

"Bring it on angel." Jason replied, his fingers already poised over the buttons. Before they knew, they were completely immersed in the game, their laughter and exchanging banter and competitive jabs filling the room. Whether they were working together to overcome a tough level or engaging in heated competition, their bond only grew stronger with each passing minute.

"Oh come on ! You've won like the fourth time in a row. This thing has to be rigged !" Jason accusingly jabbed his controller at the screen in frustration, eliciting laughter from Y/N at how worked up he got over something insignificant like a video game.

"'ll let you in on a little secret. I'm a bit of a pro. Back in college, gaming was like my side hustle," she whispered with a mischievous grin, leaning in closer. Jason's interest piqued at her revelation. He couldn't deny his curiosity about how she had been these past few years. Despite his thorough investigations, he knew that no amount of research could uncover the personal intricacies of her college life - the moments of joy that lit up her face, the frustrations that weighed heavy on her shoulders, the solitary hours spent, the struggles she endured, and the victories she celebrated. It was a side of her story that remained untold, a mystery he was eager to unravel.

"In college, I used to dress up real cute and go to frat parties and challenge guys to play with me and if they lost they'd have to pay me." Y/N continued. It sounded like a perfect plan on paper. Deceptive disguise, psychologically analysing targets and exploiting their weaknesses against them, strategic thinking and meticulosity. But her explanation wasn't enough to satiate his curiosity. "And what if they won?" The most important part of any good plan was enticing bait. A part of him knew the answer but still wanted confirmation. "Something no college frat boy would reject. I said I'd blow their dick." Y/N grinned causing Jason to visibly freeze in disbelief. "I know how it sounds, but don’t worry l've never lost. Ever," she assured him quickly. After a pause, Jason's voice wavered at the start of the sentence as he spoke up, "How much did they have to pay you if you won?" Y/ N furrowed her eyebrows slightly, trying to recall the details from the past events. Amidst the long hours of studying in med school and her meager earnings from a part-time job, she had resorted to more crafty ways of earning money and gaming happened to be the most lucrative option to make more in less time.

"Well, most college students couldn't afford to pay much, so it was ten dollars per game," she explained. Jason nodded, retrieving his wallet. "You beat me four times, right ?" With determination, he placed four hundred-dollar bills on the coffee table before her, his next words filled with unwavering resolve,"Play your game with me angel.” Y/N's eyes widened at the sight of the money on the table, and she took in a deep breath, contemplating his offer for a moment. What could she possibly have to lose?

“It's okay Red. You tried.” After two more rounds of competition, Jason suffered a devastating loss before finally realizing why he felt a sense of déjà vu— it was the same video game he, Duke, Dick, and Tim had played a couple of months ago. He vividly remembered losing his temper, nearly throwing hands when Tim used underhanded tactics against him and Dick violated every rule of sportsmanship and sacrificing every last modicum of decency over the game and Damian scoffing at their "immaturity" like he always did while Duke tried his best to pacify the conflict. The reason he didn't recognise this before was because him and Y/N were playing in a different mode than this. "How about we switch up the mode?"

"Sure let's do it."Y/N grinned confidently. The two sat side by side, eyes fixed on the glowing neon screens in front of them. Their fingers danced across the controllers, every move was calculated, every strategy meticulously planned as they vied for dominance. The room was filled with the sound of intense concentration and occasional bursts of laughter or frustration. The tension in the room was palpable, as neither of them were willing to concede an inch in this high-stakes competition. With every round, the stakes rose, and the intensity only grows as they pushed each other to their limits in pursuit of victory.

"You have got to be kidding me." Y/N breathed out as the letters "GAME OVER" As the defeat screen flashed before her eyes, she recoiled in shock, her mouth agape in disbelief. Her eyes widened in astonishment, unable to comprehend how her skill that she believed to be unparalleled had fallen short. Her hands, which had been gripping the controller tightly, now hung limply by her sides, fingers trembling with a mixture of disbelief and resignation. Jason's heart raced with exhilaration, his body shaking with the rush of victory. With a triumphant shout, he leaped from his seat, pumping his fists in the air as a grin stretched across his face. "NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT !! LET'S FUCKING GO !!!”

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat as she comprehended the implication of her loss. Her cheeks flushed with a faint blush of embarrassment and she averted her gaze while fidgeting nervously in her seat. Her tongue ran over her lips as she avoided meeting Jason's eyes. He noticed this and remembered what the winning condition was. He straightened up and cleared his throat, regaining his composure," You know it was just a silly game, you don't have to do that. I won't force you into doing anything you're not comfortable with." Y/N managed a small relieved smile," Thank you. But you know a bet is a bet. So how about a kiss instead ? Wait you’re over 18, right ?"

"A kiss ? Oh cool. Yeah we could do that and to answer your question I’m legal. I’d show you my ID but that kinda defeats the whole purpose of the secret identity thing." Jason scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Despite how he composed on the outside, he could almost hear his 10 year old self rejoicing at the prospect of finally being able to kiss his first love. Ever since the warehouse incident, he had buried that naive part of himself, believing it to be dead along with other redeeming qualities, at least according to those around him.

He knew he wandered down dark paths, driven by desires of revenge, bitterness and reckless impulses. But when he looked into her eyes, deep within him, he felt that there was a flicker of hope, a belief that redemption is possible. He knew he wasn't deserving of someone so sweet and pure, but perhaps just this once, he would allow himself this one indulgence.

"So should I like bring out the scarf ?" Y/N asked. Her heart, which was felt unstable and claustrophobically confined inside of her, hammering against her ribcage as if it sought to burst out and soar away. "Don't bother." Jason interjected, producing a small black box from his jacket pocket. "I've been meaning to give you this, but never found the right moment." Y/N opened the box and found a silk blindfold which was black on one side and red on the other, the same shade of red as his helmet. As her fingertips glided over its surface, it felt like touching liquid satin. There's a distinct sensation of coolness and silkiness that enveloped her. It was like touching a cloud or being embraced by a gentle breeze. “What's this for ? Don't trust my scarf enough ?” Y/N joked. Jason shrugged his shoulders and answered casually,“Well yes and no. Your scarf is made of scratchy fabric and you have sensitive skin so I thought —”

“How do you know I have sensitive skin ?” She couldn’t recall sharing that detail, finding it peculiar that he knew. Jason bit his tongue, regretting his slip-up. It was one of those things he remembered about her from years ago. When they were younger, she would often complaint how her work uniform was really scratchy and how she hated it against her sensitive skin and he would always say that when he grew up he would buy her the nicest and softest of clothes. But of course given their current circumstance, he couldn’t tell her that.

Jason pointed to the bottle of lotion sitting on the dinner table. “That. It says for dry and sensitive skin.” Y/N turned in the direction he pointed her astonishment rendering her momentarily speechless, her mouth agape, unable to comprehend how he pieced together such intricate details. Her eyes widened with admiration, reflecting a mixture of awe and reverence for his uncanny ability to observe so keenly, she commented,“ You know everything about you is such a suspension of disbelief kinda thing. Like I’m sure you could tell me the craziest things and I’d go ‘yeah sure that makes sense’. ”Jason chuckled awkwardly, relieved that he had quickly found an explanation for his slip-up and diverted her suspicion,“Well you know being around batman, the detective shit rubs off.”

Y/N raised the blindfold to her eye level and with deliberate movements, she tied it securely around her head, feeling the darkness engulfing her vision. The fabric is incredibly fine, almost weightless against her skin. The smoothness of silk glides effortlessly against the skin, created a feeling of luxury and indulgence effectively making the moment much more sensuous than it was supposed be. With the blindfold tied securely around her eyes, a hush fell over her surroundings, amplifying the sound of her own heartbeat.

A sense of anticipation filled her, as if the world had suddenly become a mystery waiting to be explored solely through touch, sound, and intuition. She couldn’t deny the excitement coursing through her veins, feeling herself surrendering to the unknown, willingly relinquishing the sense of sight for a deeper, more visceral experience. As darkness enveloped her, her other senses heightened, attuned to the subtlest of changes in the environment. Y/N let out a soft gasp when she heard his helmet being set down on the table with a quiet thud.

“You know we don’t have to do this. It’s okay if you want to back out. I —” Jason began tentatively, carefully watching her for any signs of discomfort. She reassured him calmly, “It’s okay. I’m okay.” He slowly cupped her face and leaned closer. She could feel his warm breath on her face. Jason’s lips brushed against hers, uncertain and almost fearful. “Y/N I—” he stilled against her, waiting for her reaction. He knew this was one bridge that once burnt would either leave him at the edge of the abyss or paradise and needless to say, he couldn’t blow this. “Just shut up and kiss me Red. You earned it.”

“Yes ma’am,”Jason let out a breath of disbelief. The world around him seemed to melt away and all that existed was her and the euphoric feeling of her warm and pliant mouth on his. The beast inside him thrashed against the iron bars of his cage of self control, its roars echoing within him — wanting nothing but to sink his teeth into Y/N’s supple and inviting flesh and ravage her. His fingers cupping her face twitched with the need to touch more of her. Before he knew, his hands slid up of its own accord and tangled themselves in the soft locks of her hair.

Jason spent a lifetime honing his self control. Batman had drilled its importance into his system but as of now could feel every last ounce of self control he possessed slip through his fingers like sand. But he forced himself to focus. A part of him felt guilty for feeling the way he felt about her, his need for her — it was desperate, perverse, wrong even because Jason knew that if she realised that who he was she might never look at him the same way again but he couldn’t get himself to let go of something so damnably intoxicating. Y/N was the first one to pull away, her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as if trying to catch up with her sprinting heart. She could feel him grin against her lips.

“Good game Red.”

“Does anyone else feel like she's finally lost it, or is it just me ?”

"I can hear you, Stephanie," Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes. In retaliation, the blonde high schooler blew a raspberry at her co-worker, causing Y/N to shake her head in resignation. "That's why I said it. Babs back me up," Stephanie retorted.

“Please. We have enough crazies in Gotham as it is, there’s no need for any more.” Barbara Gordon was another one of Y/N best friends along with Cass Cain and was the daughter of the GCPD commissioner and the girlfriend of Dick Grayson. She was a couple years older than Y/N and most of all, the mom friend and pacifist of the group.

"But you know you have been acting strange. You've been touching your lips every five minutes and zoning out like right now —" Cass trailed off, sipping coffee from cup. Not realizing that she was doing that right now, Y/N jerked her hand off as if caught while stealing. The second the words left Cass's mouth, a realization dawned on the trio simultaneously, as if a light bulb had illuminated above their heads.

"What ?" Y/N muttered feeling oddly cornered. Trying her hardest to ignore the elephant in the room, she went back to working. The three friends exchanged glances, silently debating who would broach the subject with Y/N. Eventually, Barbara rolled her eyes and took charge, as neither of the younger girls seemed willing. "Y/N, I'd like to order," Barbara declared, wheeling her wheelchair closer to the counter. Y/N shifted her attention to her, nodding as she grabbed a pen and notepad, ready to take Barbara's order with practiced efficiency.

"I'd like to order tea," Barbara stated.

"Sure. So, would that be Earl Grey?" Y/N asked with a knowing smile.

"Nope."

"Assamese?"

"Not that either."

"Darjeeling ? Jasmine ? Matcha ?" Y/N proposed, offering a variety of tea options in an attempt to pinpoint Barbara's preference, her brows furrowing in confusion as to why she wasn't ordering her usual. “Then ?” She tilted her head in questioning but Barbara just smiled back and winked playfully,“You know, tea, piping hot if you know what I mean.”

“Uggh fine you win. So there's this guy,” The h/c haired woman started slowly and the three women groaned in unison. This was a common yet much disliked drill. The atmosphere shifted and a heavy silence settles over the group. Cass's eyes widened, a look worry flashing across her face. She exchanged a quick glance with Steph, who mirrored her expression. Barbara, ever the voice of reason, remained composed but her concern was evident in the slight furrow of her brow,“ We’ve talked about this.”

Y/N, the one who had made the revelation, shifted uncomfortably under the scrutinizing gazes of her companions. She could feel the weight of their judgment bearing down on her, and it made her regret ever bringing up the topic. “Okay just hear me out —”

There was a moment of hesitation, as if each of them was struggling with how to respond to this. Finally, it was Steph who broke the silence, her voice edged with frustration.

“No there will be no ‘hear me out’s. Look Y/N Imma be honest with you. You’re legit nicer than 99.99% gothamites and in all honesty the only thing I hate about you is your fucking taste in men. Every seven months you come with hear me out on men who are leather wearing alcoholics and are always gaslighting, lying, cheating, abusive bastards or just straight up criminals !” She whispered in a tone passionately incredulous, drawing attention from other cafe patrons. Cass remained silent, but her expression spoke volumes. It was clear that she shared Steph's apprehension about their friend's poor taste in men.

Barbara chose her words carefully. “She’s right, you do have a bit of a problem. We just don’t want you getting hurt over guys like that or worse them hurting you and I don’t mean just emotionally.” she spoke gently, her tone laced with genuine concern.

“It’s not even that bad —” Y/N started. “Well you did date a two bit drug dealer.” Cass muttered quietly. “How was I supposed to know that ? It’s not like he offered me to do cocaine on the first date plus Orphan did save me in the nick of time so no harm done.” Y/N huffed in defense.

“Why don’t you try dating someone who’s actually nice for a change?”

“Sure, like who?” Y/N chuckled sarcastically.

“Maybe someone who’s like Dick?” Steph suggested. Dick Grayson was the epitome of the popular charismatic jock kid at school. It wasn’t hard to understand why he was so liked — with his sanguine personality, witty puns, kind hearted and generous personality he was pretty much the shining paragon of an upstanding citizen and your boy next door. Unfortunately, such traits rarely aligned with Y/N tastes. “I mean he’s very attractive of course but he’s just not my type you know. He’s too —”

“Nice ?” Barbara guessed.

“Yeah, that. But if he has a brother then well—” Y/N trailed off, half-jokingly.

“No!” The three exclaimed in unison, catching her off guard. Their eyes widened as if she said something really offensive.

“Whoa what was that about ?” Y/N asked. The three exchanged glances, and Barbara cleared her throat before speaking up. “Well, Dick does have brothers. Two of them are minors, so that’s an immediate no, and the third one— he’s not a bad guy per se. He would never hurt a woman, especially someone as sweet as you, but—”

“But?” Y/N raised an eyebrow and shook her head, urging her friend to continue.

“He’s got issues. Like a boatload of them,” she finished, carefully articulating each word.

“What sort of issue ? Daddy issues ? Mommy Issues ? Parental Issues ? Parental Issues - Orphan Edition ? Step parent issues ? I’ve dealt with them all before you know.”

“More like all, in that order.” Cass muttered.

“Wow this guy sounds like a party. You should introduce me to him sometime. Him and I would definitely hit it off.” Y/N joked.

“Please don’t come up with any more of those ‘I can fix him’s. You’re a barista not Handy Manny.”

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, attempting to brush off their concerns. “You know what I usually mean by I can fix him is that I can made him tolerable till I get bored of him and dump him. Sure, I’ve made mistakes but this one is different,”she insisted.

“Different how ?” Barbara raised her brow skeptically.

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she regaled her friends about the events of the video game bet, conveniently leaving out the details of Red being a vigilante and that prank incident — they didn’t need to know that. Her friends leaned in, somewhat captivated by her animated storytelling. Gasps of disbelief and amazement erupted from her friends. Their curiosity evident as they leaned in, eager to soak in every detail of the story.

The tension in the air had eased as the group exchanged glances, each grappling with their own thoughts and feelings about the situation. It was clear that this revelation had thrown them all for a loop, leaving them unsure of how to proceed. But one thing was certain – they would stand by their friend, even if they didn't particularly agree with her choices.

“You know only I was of legal age, I’d wife you up so fast it’d set world records. That ways we wouldn’t have to deal with this.” Steph lamented, earning a smack from Y/N. Despite her sassy quips and teasing, Stephanie Brown was never shy to be vocal about her affections for her favourite barista. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not into kids. Also aren’t you dating Tim ?” Y/N asked.

“Well yeah. But he’s not like my boyfriend boyfriend. He’s like my pet ferret than my boyfriend.”

“I was so sure I got promoted to pet guinea pig last Monday.” A voice piped up from Y/N’s side. She let out a small scream, her body tensing up in pure terror. Her heart raced as she spun around, eyes wide with fear, her hands poised to defend herself, only to find Tim Drake with an expression of mock offence on his face and Dick next to him with his head propped on top of his fist, listening intently with a smile on his face.

“How long have you been standing here ?” She exclaimed, putting her hand on her hip, her voice a mixture of surprise and reproach. Dick’s mischievous grin faltered slightly as she held up his hands in a gesture of innocence. "Oh don’t mind me," he said, trying to suppress a giggle. "I’m just here for the girl talk."

“Dick I’ve said this before and I’ll say this again. You aren’t allowed when we’re having the girl talk.” Y/N jabbed her finger in warning at him, her tone tainted with a hint of genuine irritation.

“What ? Why ? Ever since I first watched Mean Girls I’ve always dreamed of being a part of a girl clique. You can’t do this to me.” Wearing a mock expression of sadness and offence, he pouted like a five year old child, crossing his arms.

“Well you can’t sit with us detective.”

“Why not ?”

“Well because this is a girl clique. Duh.” Steph sassed back. Dick raised his eyebrows, feigning disbelief,“Discrimination, plain and simple. I demand equal rights for guy friends in girl cliques !”

Y/N rolled her eyes, fighting back a smile. "Nice try but no. You're always welcome for skin care and movie nights. But girl talk is strictly off-limits. And no don’t look at Babs, she can’t and won’t help you."

Dick’s shoulders slumped dramatically, admitting defeat. "I guess it's just one of life's cruel ironies. But hey, I can still be an honorary member, right ?" He gave her a hopeful grin, knowing fully well that his charm wouldn't be enough to sway her strict rules.

“Just give up man. Winning isn’t in the cards for you. Now, scram. Y/N should please continue.” Tim shooed Dick as if he were a stray dog. “Tim you too.” Cass deadpanned.

“Why ? I’m not like him ! Pretty sure you girls can make exceptions for bi guinea pigs.” He retorted.

“Ferret,” Steph corrected,“ You ate my turkey sandwich last Tuesday so you got demoted to ferret.”

“Only if you’re ready to forfeit your right to a free coffee refills after five paid cups a day.” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. Tim’s expression twisted into sheer horror, as if she had threatened his very existence. Given his caffeine addiction, it might as well have been a threat on his life.

Tim cleared his throat and began with a disapproving look, "Ahem. Richard, isn't it utterly disgraceful for esteemed gentlemen like us to eavesdrop on ladies like that? Shame on you. What would Alfred and Bruce say ?"

“Who are Alfred and Bruce?” Y/N inquired. Tim immediately regretted his words, closing his eyes briefly. “Oh, just seniors at work,” Dick hastily replied with an awkward laugh. “You two should probably head out,” Barbara interjected with a pointed look. Tim and Dick hurriedly departed without any sign of resistance. As Y/N turned, she noticed Cass had vanished, and Steph had returned to her tasks, leaving her to process the recent events alone. Huh. Weird.

As Y/N’s weary hand reached for the brass doorknob of her house, she felt the exhaustion of the day to loosen its grip on her, replaced by a sense of relief. The metal of the doorknob offered a stark contrast between its own cold surface and the warmth of home she longed for beyond the threshold. With a familiar click, the door swung open and she hung her bag and scarf on the hat stand. The second she stepped through the threshold, a pleasant aroma of spices and the sound of someone humming to a song floated through the air. The scent was homely and comforting. Wait. I live alone then who’s cooking in the kitchen ? Puzzled and scared, she dropped her keys on the table and cautiously made her way towards the kitchen. With every step, the sound of sizzling and the clinking of utensils grew louder. Tiptoeing to the edge of the kitchen wall, she peered around the corner.

“Red ?” Her eyes widened as she stared at the most unlikely scene she could’ve ever imagined in her life. The vigilante Red Hood — Prince of Gotham, Scourge of the Underworld, the Wraith of Gotham, the Renegade Knight — stood in Y/N’s normal sized apron that looked comically small on him, stirring pasta sauce while listening to Taylor Swift. She stood frozen, unable to process the sheer absurdity of the scene in front of her.

“You’re back !” She could almost see him grinning from behind his signature mask. She blinked several times, thinking all of this was some sort of wishful thinking induced daydream. But the smell of simmering marinara and the faint sound of Taylor Swift's voice confirmed otherwise, effectively shattering any semblance of normalcy in the room leaving her to wonder how could this larger-than-life figure, feared by criminals and revered by the city, be standing in her humble kitchen cooking pasta ?

Yet, there he was, a paradoxical blend of hero and something so curiously domestic. As she watched him, a mix of amusement and curiosity washed over her. “What’s going on here ?” Y/N asked, gesturing to the kitchen in general. “Oh this ? Um it sort of happened,” Jason replied casually, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world for a vigilante to be whipping up a meal in someone else's kitchen.

“It just happened ?” Y/N repeated dumbfounded. She leaned against the kitchen counter, still trying to process the scene before her. Looking around, she noticed the counter cluttered with groceries she didn’t recall purchasing. Opening the fridge, she saw that her once-empty fridge was stocked with gourmet items she had only seen on upscale cooking shows. “Well I came to see you but you hadn’t returned from work. I got up to get a glass of water from the fridge and saw that there wasn’t anything in it so I —”he began, attempting to explain the situation.

“So you bought me groceries ? And the pasta ? That also just happened ?” she asked, her interest piqued. "Um yeah. It did," he admitted sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. “It was on a whim don’t think too much of it.” Jason glanced at her, hoping she would find his gesture too strange. His eyes flitted to the clock on the wall before landing back at her,"I figured that it’s already dark outside so it’s not safe to go get stuff. Plus, I make a mean pasta," he quipped, flashing a hint of pride in his voice.

She couldn't argue with that. As she watched him continue to cook, a sense of gratitude washed over her. Despite the reputation he amassed, he was here, in her home, bringing solace that no one had in a very long time. Her world felt harmonious, as if every piece fell into place effortlessly. In that moment, Red Hood wasn't just a feared vigilante—he was a friend, albeit an unusual one, who had somehow found his way into her life and her kitchen and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“By the way,” Jason began, wiping his hands on the apron and shifting his tone to seriousness as he turned towards her, “I wanted to ask you something. Where did you get that?” He gestured towards the felt clipboard hanging on the opposite wall. Y/N followed his gaze, seeing the map of Gotham he had given her along with the necklace the week they met. It had really helped her avoid dangerous parts of the town after dark. But why was he asking about it when he was the one who gave it to her? “What do you mean? You’re the one who gave me the map,” she said, tilting her head in confusion.

“Not the map. The batarang. I don’t recall leaving any of those here,” he clarified. Y/N’s eyes fell on the sleek metal batarang pinning the map to the clipboard. Her mouth rounded in an ‘o’ when she pieced it together. “The batarang ? Red Robin gave it to me.” she exclaimed. Her words clearly struck a nerve because Jason felt completely silent following her words. “It’s a funny story actually. You know I work at a café. This one night I was closing up and Red Robin came in asking for a coffee refill. I had almost closed up the shop but the poor thing looked like he had been through hell so I refilled his coffee. He tried to pay but he couldn’t find his wallet so he paid with a batarang.” She quickly added, hoping to diffuse any building tension.

Jason wordlessly walked to the clipboard and effortlessly retrieving the batarang before swapping it with his own from his pocket. “Better.” He muttered with satisfaction, addressing no one in particular. “Hey give that back !” Y/N tried to take it from his hand but he held it above her head where she couldn’t reach it. “What do you even need it for ?” He asked sounding somewhat annoyed. “It was an experience souvenir, you can’t take that !” She tried to reason despite knowing there was no point. “Well I’m sure Red Hood cooking dinner was you is beats refilling coffee for some drenched beaten up rat any day.”

Y/N’s eyes fell on the Red Hood’s batarang that was now pining the Map of Gotham to the clipboard instead of Red Robin’s batarang. It was similar in shape and size, resembling a bat's silhouette with pointed wings extending from a central handle. Except his batarang sported his signature red hue with black-rimmed edges. On closer inspection, Y/N noticed it had the words “Property Of Red Hood” scrawled on it in near illegible handwriting with a permanent marker.

“It’s already in your colours. What’s the point of writing your name on it ?” Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Because there are little shits that like to take my stuff without asking. So it’s a reminder that if they do, I will find them and after than no one else ever will.” He replied vaguely.

“Thugs ?”

“Worse. Siblings.”

“That sounds… tough,” Y/N remarked. She could only imagine what it would be like dealing with having vigilante siblings and the unique dynamics they have with each other. “You have no idea,” Jason replied in a wry tone. “But y’know ohana and all. Can’t get rid of them even if I wanted to.”

“Then what do you hold against the poor kid ?”

“Look it’s not that. Everyone thinks I hate him but I don’t,” Jason countered, pausing before continuing, “Okay maybe a teeny tiny bit but that’s beside the point. It’s just… it’s just I just hate him with you —”Jason caught himself before ending up saying anything that would just come to bite him in the ass. Y/N’s eyes widened a fraction in realization before smiling. “Are you jealous ?”

“What ? No !” He swiftly shook his head, dismissing the suggestion despite the faint blush creeping up his neck,“ I’m not jealous. He’s just trouble and I don’t want him being near my —”He attempted to maintain his composure, but his defensive tone betrayed a hint of insecurity. Y/N titled her head, studying his body language carefully and asked,“Your what ?”

“My – my person.” Jason finished softly, his gaze dropping to the floor, uncertain about his choice of words. His heart racing as he struggled to find the right words to convey his feelings not wanting giving too much away nor did he want to invite misunderstandings by using the term ‘friend.’

Y/N let out a small chuckle,“ What ? So just because I work for you means I can’t interact with any of your sibling ?”

Jason raised his head in alarm,“ That’s not what I meant !” He clarified hurriedly. Oh ?

“Then what did you mean ? Hmm ?” Y/N inched closer to him, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. It had been exactly five days since he had kissed her, kissed her with insatiable hunger as if he intended to swallow her whole. Glancing down, she noticed his hand clenched around the material of his pants so tightly she feared he might tear a hole into them. Slowly, she trailed her hand up his arm, offering her sweetest smile. She felt his muscles tense under her touch, as though he was fighting - resisting. Y/N knew that teasing him might as well be biting off more than she could chew but Y/N 'life is all about taking risks and new experiences' L/N was willing to bet on her luck.

“The pasta is getting cold. You should —,”Jason's throat tightened as Y/N’s hand reached his shoulder, he couldn’t help but shiver slightly — his resolve wavering under her touch. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure, but her closeness was making it increasingly difficult to think straight. He watched as she looked right at him and then lowered her gaze to the part of his mask where his lips would be for a split second and then flit back to his eyes with a teasing mirth dancing in her eyes. Fuck. This woman is driving me crazy.

“— e-eat it before it gets cold,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As a part of training, Bruce had taught all the Robins the psychology of seduction so that they could identify it and evade it and as of now, every fibre of his being screamed warnings. Her actions were daring, albeit innocent. But they weren't even half as blatant or polished as the seasoned honeytrappers and seductresses he had encountered, but they still stirred something so primal deep within him, tempting him to abandon caution. The part of his arm her fingertips grazed felt like it was on fire. No scratch that he had experienced what it was to have his skin on fire. This was exponentially worse.

Ever since Y/N re-entered his life, Jason Peter Todd was experiencing what one would call selective erectile dysfunction. Consumed by thoughts of Y/N, he found it impossible to concentrate on anything else. So a few weeks back, he sought to blow off some steam and divert his mind from the thoughts of Y/N overwhelming his system. Jason considered himself fairly easy to satisfy since all his encounters had been transactional, outlets for physical release and nothing more.

However much to his bafflement, his dick refused to react to anything for the past few days and embarrassingly so. There were plenty of flavours to choose from at the iceberg lounge but instead Jason jr. decided to give on the silent treatment instead. It was being a dick, literally. After the whole Lazarus pit shebang, whatever toxic shit he got tossed into as a part of some supervillain’s dastardly schemes, prescription meds he got talked into taking for quote unquote “mental health” — He was no stranger to bodily side effects but this was completely different.

This whole thing reached its height when Jason jr. refused to entertain the advances of a perfectly attractive busty blonde despite the fact that it was dying from sexual frustration and Jason was so ready to get over it. Under normal circumstances, it would be up and ready for action however it decided to stay completely and utterly indifferent — bored even. Effectively forcing Jason into non-consensual celibacy.

The only time it did react in his time at the iceberg lounge was when a model who had conspicuously similar hair colour and face shape to Y/N approached him with flirtation in her eyes. Jason jr. almost got hard, key word almost, when it made the important distinction that she was not Y/N and absolutely didn’t want her lips wandering anywhere his frustrating self. And by selective, he meant that Jason jr. developed a will of his own and turned into one of those overly enthusiastic parents cheering for their kids at school plays, not that Jason had experienced it personally, but that’s besides the point. The point being it would tent up and twitch uncontrollably begging for attention the second he sensed Y/N L/N’s presence in a mile’s distance. At the peak of his condition, Jason couldn’t so much as glance at a surface without his brain conjuring obscene images of how she would look pressed down against it, writhing and moaning his name.

As an avid reader, Jason was something of a hopeless romantic man and he knew that a couple’s first time was an important milestone in their relationship and could most definitely not be done on a whim. He had it all planned out, scented candles, silk sheets and all. It had to be special — touching, sweet, loving and most definitely not some lust-fueled spur of the moment thing his dick was pushing for right now. So there wasn’t much he could do, except sit in abject misery and hope to weather through the storm.

Okay, Jason. You survived being blown up by the joker. This is just another challenge. Focus on something else. Jason motivated himself with his voice of reason sounding suspiciously a lot like Nightwing and took a deep breath.

His eyes wandered till they found their way back to Y/N. She was wearing one of her typical sundresses with pastel floral patterns adorning it with a navy blue cardigan draped around her shoulders and the golden necklace resting on her neck. Her hair was fashioned into a high ponytail with loose strands framing her face.

Based on what he had observed she seemed to have a penchant for sundresses, which Jason believed complemented her overall personality quite well. He often found himself mesmerized by the way the sundresses accentuated Y/N's features, the dress hugging her curves perfectly and the fabric flowing gracefully with each movement. She almost looked like she had walked out of a cottage fairy tail. I bet I could shred it like tissue paper. Wait what ? Where did that come from ? Okay let’s try again. He turned his focus back to her. Most of her makeup had worn off from the day’s work, except for the eyeliner and the faintly sparkling light pink lip gloss on her lips, which seemed to have been touched up a few times. I wonder what she would look like on her knees, with her lips wrapped around my cock and that pretty mascara running down her cheeks.

Jason shot a glare at his pants. "Can you please shut up for just two goddamn seconds ? I'm trying to be respectful here," he muttered under his breath, hoping for a moment of peace. At this rate he contemplated the need for an exorcist to exorcise these insistent demons out of his system. He glanced up to find Y/N watching him. "Did you say something?" she asked but he simply shook his head in denial. Though she appeared skeptical, she chose not to press further. Moving to the cabinet, she requested, “Could you please grab the glasses? They’re in the third cabinet on the left,” while she fetched plates for serving and set them on the table. Jason obliged, retrieving the glasses, and as he placed them on the table, his hand inadvertently brushed against hers. Y/N glanced at him and flashed a gentle smile.

He could swear he felt his dick twitch. What are you some sort of pitiful depraved virgin ? Get your shit together. This is downright embarrassing. He scoffed at himself. Amid his current inner turmoil, he had become hyper aware of Y/N’s every micro movement from tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear to adjusting her ponytail or stooping to retrieve a fallen fork. Jason’s breath caught in his throat as he watched her bend down causing hemline of her dress to lift up, revealing a scene that would surely haunt him on his nights alone. No no no dont even- think of the lord Jason. What would Alfred say ?

Our Father who arth in heaven,

Hallowed be thy Name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done, On earth as it is in heaven.

“Mmmh this is so good !” Y/N moaned in delight as she took the first bite, her eyes widen in amazement, savoring the flavour dancing on their taste buds. Jason felt his throat dry up. Oh of course, she just had to make that sound. The universe was really against him today, more so than usual. With two dicks talking to him, he just had to figure out which one to listen to.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our — wait how did that go again ?

Despite Jason's best efforts to maintain composure, Y/N's every movement seemed to unravel his resolve further. As she savored each bite, he couldn't help but be captivated by the way her lips formed around the fork, her eyes alight with pleasure. With each passing moment, his internal struggle intensified, torn between the desire to avert his gaze and this magnetic force of a woman. Her presence seemed to envelop him, every sound she made echoing in his mind, her every gesture etched into his memory. How could he resist the temptation when she was right there, so effortlessly bewitching ?

Y/N placed her hand on his and he pulled away instinctively, the smile on her face faltered but she didn’t say anything. Jason made a mental note to bash his head into a wall hard later for hurting her feelings but as of now he was in no position of making any sort physical contact with her. “Won’t you be eating ?” she asked, attempting to diffuse the tension. “I don’t eat before patrol,” he replied, his response came out colder than he had intended it to be. “It’s best to patrol on an empty stomach because it’s not exactly pleasant.”

“Oh.” Her brows furrowed slightly at his icy response, but she nodded, accepting his explanation. His words hung in the air, thick with an unspoken tension. Y/N bit her lip, her gaze flickering between him and the plate of pasta. Feeling a pang of guilt, he tried to ease the atmosphere, though his attempt felt feeble. "But maybe I'll grab something later," he added, a touch of forced warmth in his tone.

“This is really good, you know. You should tell me the recipe sometime,” she suggested. "Nah, I can whip it up for you whenever you want," he replied nonchalantly. Y/N blinked in surprise. "No, I couldn't possibly—"

"Yes, you can," he insisted, pointing at her necklace. It had been over two months since she started wearing it, and thankfully, she hadn't needed to use its emergency SOS feature. Her thumb traced the disk-shaped pendant of the necklace. “Whatcha smiling about ?” Jason asked. “No nothing,”she replied, shaking her head. Not believing her, Jason tilted his head and urged her to continue. “Fine. So, in this K-drama I watched a while back, the female lead had a powerful mythical creature protecting her like sort of a guardian angel, and she could summon him whenever she lit a match. It just reminded me of that.”

“What creature ?” He asked with intrigue. Jason had always been more inclined to reading rather than watching in nature so he didn’t really have much experience with k-dramas but seeing how interested she was, he was more than willing to give it a go.

“A goblin.”she answered taking another bite of the pasta. “I’m not sure how I ought to take that —” Y/N’s eyes widened in realisation because she knew that goblins in western media were depicted as short ugly green monsters with horrible attitudes. “Oh no no ! Not like the DND ones. Korean ones ! He was really hot,” she clarified frantically. Jason chuckled,“Well then I guess I’ll humbly accept the compliment.”

"Maybe we could watch the show together next time we hang out you know," she suggested shyly, not wanting to appear too upfront with her invitation. A small smile played onto Jason’s lips, every single romance novel he had ever read had prepared him for this moment. He had often wondered what it would feel like to experience such a situation. Sure, they had watched random shows like ‘The real housewives of Beverly Hills’ and ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ before, but this invitation felt different, more deliberate. She specifically asked for this. This wasn’t just ‘got nothing to do so let’s just turn on the tv’ kinda hangout, this was special. Jason's heart skipped a beat as he considered her invitation. The subtle nervousness in her voice only added to the charm of the moment. It was as if the universe had conspired to create this perfect opportunity for them to connect on a deeper level.

"Yeah, that sounds great," he replied, his voice betraying a touch of eagerness despite his attempt to appear casual. Deep down, he knew that this was a significant step in their relationship. “But it’ll have to wait. I’m leaving Gotham,” he added with a sad sigh, remembering the reason he had come to see her in the first place.

“What? Why?” His sudden announcement caught Y/N off guard. Did something bad happen ? “Sorry angel, it’s confidential,” he replied briskly. It was in her best interest to keep her as uninvolved in his world as possible, knowing the risks involved in pursuing a relationship with a civilian.

As they sat in uneasy silence, Jason couldn't shake the weight of his own discomfort. He knew he had been too harsh with his response, but the walls he had built around himself were hard to break down, even with someone as kind-hearted as Y/N. Despite his efforts to appear unaffected, he couldn't ignore the concern in her eyes.

Y/N’s mind raced with questions, but she could sense Jason’s reluctance to divulge further. She bit her lip, grappling with a mix of concern and frustration.

“Red did something happen ?” she implored, her voice tinged with worry. “Is it something dangerous? Are you in trouble?”

Jason met her gaze, her expression a mixture of worry and sadness. He hesitated, torn between his desire to confide in her and his commitment to keeping her safe. “It’s just a mission. I’m sorry I can’t tell you much,” he admitted, feeling a sense of regret. “But trust me, it’s better this way. I don’t want you getting mixed up in my business.” Of course it made sense. He didn’t owe her an explanation, knowing there were lines she shouldn’t cross was one of them. This was a world of vigilantes and villains and as a civilian she couldn’t possibly fathom the complexities of his profession.

Y/N reached out, gently placing her hand on his arm. “I understand,” she said, her voice soft but resolute.“You’ll be back right ?”

“Wouldn’t have given you that necklace if I wasn’t going around for my angel. It might take a couple months, maybe three or four. I don’t know. But I’ll be back.” He squeezed her hand reassuringly and continued,“ And still if you get into trouble, you can still use that necklace. I called in a favour from nightwing and orphan.”

“So what did you ask them to exactly ? They get an alert and they’re to drop everything they’re doing and come save me ?” Y/N asked jokingly.

“Well yeah. You get hurt while I’m gone and they’ll end up as fish food in the Gotham Harbour. Y’know they're like my insurance policy for you," he added. "But hopefully, you won't need to cash it in. Just stay safe and out of trouble until I get back."

Y/N nodded, a playful glint in her eyes. "I'll do my best. But you know all that aside, cooking a girl dinner and introducing her to your family, and here I thought we were taking it slow.” Jason paused, caught off guard by her comment. Was that how it appeared ? Her playful expression suggested she was merely teasing him, but what if she was genuinely reciprocating flirtation ?

“You’re a really cruel woman you know angel.”Y/N leaned forward on the table and folded her arms infront of her subconsciously pushing her breasts forward, a coy pout forming on her lips ,“Why do you say that ?” She was fully aware of her effect on him, wasn’t she ?

Jason chuckled softly, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of amusement and admiration,“No need to worry your pretty head with that.” With a quick flick of his finger, he lightly tapped her forehead, a playful retaliation for her teasing. She let out a surprised yelp, rubbing her forehead in mock indignation.

“I should get going before Starfire and Arsenal lose their shit thinking I’ve gone MIA. Again.” He said, rising to his feet and straightening his jacket. Y/N too got up and kept the dishes in the sink. Jason turned to leave from the fire exit but he felt Y/N hold his jacket. “Be careful out there Red.” She smiled softly at him and Jason could feel his heart melt into a puddle. “Can’t promise but I will try.” His words came out with softness he didn’t know he possessed, he squeezed her hand gently before reluctantly letting go. With one last lingering look, he turned and disappeared into the fire exit.

Outside, Jason took a deep breath, the cool night air soothing his nerves. He glanced around, making sure the coast was clear before slipping into the shadows. As he moved through the darkness, he couldn't help but replay their interaction in his mind. Her soft smile, the way she held onto his jacket, and the genuine concern in her voice lingered in his thoughts.

Pushing aside his thoughts, Jason focused on the task at hand. He moved swiftly through the alleyways, his senses alert for any signs of trouble. The city whispered its secrets to him, a constant reminder of the darkness that threatened to consume it. The weight of his responsibilities as Red Hood pressed upon him, reminding him of the dangers lurking in the shadows of Gotham City.

Yet, in that fleeting moment with Y/N, he felt a sense of peace that he hadn't known in a very long time.

A/n: Jason Todd live reaction

Ngl I was in a very silly goofy mood when I wrote this.

Tags : @thisisafish123 @ceramic-raven @millyhelp @blamedbisexual @trunkswithlonghair-blog @jasontoddthings @deans-spinster-witch @12134z03

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴅ — ᴄᴀʟʟᴜᴍ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇʀ

callum turner x fem!reader (nsfw)

In which a chance reconnection with your ex, Callum Turner, brings you to his hotel room- and he talks you through more than just your breakup.

✣ warnings: smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, language, female anatomy described, nipple play, finger sucking, fingering, mutual orgasm, love confessions

✣ word count: 2.7k

✣ author’s note: I wrote half of this weeks ago and just finished it. hope ya'll enjoy ((:

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

based on this song | the death of peace of mind - bad omens

this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

The last thing on your mind today was running into your ex, Callum Turner, yet here you are.

He’s sitting adjacent to you in the script reading session for your new movie- and you had no idea of the cast until today, so seeing him was an absolute surprise. You try your best to remain neutral and keep yourself from looking at him, but you find yourself glancing up at him frequently. He looks great, of course, which makes it hard not to stare. You remind yourself Callum is an ex for a reason and focus on your turns to read the script. Callum had broken up with you because he had found himself unsure of his feelings and hadn’t elaborated further on it before leaving. So, you have struggled for a while with self-confidence and identity. It’s not entirely his fault, but not knowing how he felt for you during your relationship did something to you emotionally and mentally.

When the reading concluded, you tried your best to make a clean getaway, but Callum’s long strides and quick maneuvering skills got him to you in the hallway in record time. A gentle hand is placed on your shoulder in the sea of cast and crew exiting.

“Long time no see,” Callum flashes his brilliant smile at you once you turn to face him.

“Yeah,” you half-smile, “Sure has.”

Callum stares intently into your eyes for a few seconds longer than usual before he notices he hasn’t responded. He visibly shakes his head out of his mess of thoughts, “How have you been?”

“Could be better,” you shrug, “But I’ll be fine, always am.”

You keep your answers brief, with as little to go on as possible.

“Would you like to meet at my hotel for coffee later? There’s a cafe in the lobby that’s pretty good,” Callum scratches the back of his neck, “I just need to talk to you about something and would rather do it somewhere other than the corridor,” he laughs nervously.

“Oh,” you purse your lips, momentarily looking down at your feet before answering, “I don’t know, Callum. Is it really a good idea for us to talk outside the set?”

Callum clears his throat, “Well. I was hoping to talk to you about that, actually. See, I didn’t tell you everything when we broke up about how I felt, and I think you deserve to know, ‘s all.”

You sigh, “I suppose knowing wouldn’t hurt, even though it’s been a year already. Why didn’t you come to me sooner?”

“I was afraid,” Callum admits, “I thought you hated me.”

You frown, “I don’t hate you, Callum. I promise.”

Callum brightens, “So you’ll meet me at the coffee shop? Tomorrow, maybe? Ten in the morning?”

“Fine,” you agree, “Tomorrow it is.”

Callum gives you the hotel’s address and leaves you in the hallway, turning as he walks away to wave goodbye.

You’re laying in bed that night staring at the ceiling. You still love Callum; don’t get yourself wrong. But if he didn’t feel the same, why entertain it? Besides, it seemed like he never really felt that way for you, and that’s why he dipped last year. At the same time, however, you don’t know that for sure because Callum didn’t tell you much. You guess you’ll find out more tomorrow. You roll over and will yourself to sleep.

You definitely need the caffeine upon waking the following day from tossing and turning all night. You get ready and take a cab from your apartment to the hotel Callum is staying at, nervous the entire ride there. When you arrive at the cafe, Callum is sitting on a couch by the window, aimlessly scrolling through his phone, waiting for you. He hopes you come and don’t change your mind.

“You made it!” Callum grins as you walk in, and he stands up to greet you with a kiss on the cheek.

Your entire body burns at the contact, but you try your best to push your feelings aside, “Of course I did.”

The two of you order and return to the couch, where you hesitantly sit beside Callum, his thigh touching yours. You find it familiar and comforting but, at the same time, very nerve-wracking.

“So,” Callum turns to face you, “Do you mind me explaining everything? I promise you don’t owe me your time; I just feel you deserve to know why I left.”

“I don’t mind,” you say honestly, “In fact, I’d feel better hearing it.”

“Alright,” Callum nods, “To be honest, I was scared. I had feelings for you I had never felt for anyone before, and I didn’t know how to handle them.”

You focus on Callum’s words, carefully turning them over in your head, “I understand.”

“I loved you, you know,” Callum rubs his palms on his thighs, a nervous laugh leaving his lips, “And I fucked it up.”

You stare at him wordlessly, unsure of how to respond.

“Still do, actually. Love you.”

Your ears begin to ring, and you almost don’t hear your names being called for your coffee orders until Callum stands up and walks over to retrieve them. He loved you? Still loves you, rather? Your facial expression- one of shock- is still apparent when Callum sits back down next to you and offers you your drink.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you exhale the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, “I just didn’t expect that.”

“You don’t have to return those feelings, by the way. I just needed to tell you that’s how I felt then and still feel now.”

“Despite leaving me a little lost a year ago, a part of me still loves you too, Cal. But I don’t know what to do with that.”

“It’s up to you, sweetheart. We don’t have to do anything if that’s what you wish.”

“How do I know you really love me?” you blurt, shocking yourself with your words.

Callum puts a hand on your knee, “You can trust me, or I can prove it to you.”

Clutching your untouched drink in your hand, you wonder what he could mean by that.

“Prove it how?”

“You know a thing or two about that, I think,” Callum says suggestively, and your body burns like fire again.

You scoff, “I do. But how do I know you won’t just up and leave again after? Hmm?”

“I won’t,” Callum grabs your unoccupied hand, “I won’t this time, I promise. I don’t think I could leave you again.”

“Okay, then,” you admit defeat, “Show me just how much you really love me, Mr. Turner.”

Callum leads you to the elevator, where he presses the floor button and stands beside you, eyeing you up and down. When the doors close, he pulls you to his side as he finishes his coffee. You rest your head on his arm, sipping your own drink. Callum’s hand grips your waist, his touch hot even through your clothes. You're nearly shaking with nerves when you reach the top floor. The two of you had your go-arounds while together, of course. But it was never anything emotionally charged. You’re hoping Callum really does show you how much he loves you this time and doesn’t leave you hanging. He lets you follow him to his room, where he fumbles to unlock the door with his phone. Callum heads to the windows to close the drapes, his back muscles rippling under his shirt, much to your delight. He turns around and catches your gaze, maintaining eye contact with you as he returns to where you stand. Callum wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you to him after you sit your coffee down. He is taller than you, so you have to look up at him when standing so close. A closed-lip smile spreads on his face as he takes in your features. Callum pushes a stray strand of hair out of your face before leaning in.

“Do you want this?” he asks, his lips barely brushing against yours.

“Yes,” you whisper, “I do want this. Prove it to me.”

Callum captures your lips with his finally, and everything negative you felt about your relationship falls away. The comfort you’ve always found in him flows back into you as he guides his tongue along your bottom lip. Callum’s hands find your hair, where they tangle themselves in your locks for leverage. You allow him to explore your mouth softly as if it was his first time in uncharted territory. Your arms are around him, and your palms are settled on his back as he slowly moves the two of you over to the giant bed in the middle of the suite. You sit on the edge of it as Callum pulls his shirt off. He’s a little more muscular than the last time you saw him. You drink in his broad shoulders and toned chest, his thick biceps resting by your head as his fists dig into the mattress on either side of your legs. Callum is leaning over you, his demeanor shifting to something more dominant. He kisses you again before his hand moves to your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

“Go lay on the pillows and get ready for me.”

A surge of excitement rushes through your veins as you nod, moving backward to where the pillows sit at the top of the bed. You peel off your shirt and jeans, kicking them off the side of the bed onto the floor where your shoes are haphazardly lying. Callum climbs over you, taking in the sight of you. He lays beside you, patting his spread, underwear-clad thighs for you to sit. You oblige, his chest pressed to your back as you relax into his embrace. Callum’s large hands rub over your hips and legs, his skin hot against yours. He buries his nose into your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder and up your throat. Callum then lightly traces your jaw with his tongue before he reaches your ear, nibbling the shell of it. His hands travel from your thighs to your hips, all the way up your sides, until they reach your covered breasts. He squeezes them as he sucks a mark behind your ear, out of sight. You squirm lightly in his lap, inhaling sharply through your nose at the feeling of his teeth on your sensitive skin. Moving your hair out of the way from your ears, Callum continues his assault of bites on the back of your neck as his fingers slip underneath the cups of your bra. You hum as his fingers toy with your nipples, your head tossed back against his shoulder as he does so. This gives him more access to your neck, where he leaves open-mouthed kisses on the skin there. You feel him grow hard against your tailbone as he twists and rubs your sensitive nubs, eliciting moans from you.

“I miss the way you say my name,” Callum whispers in your ear, letting one of his hands travel back down to your stomach, where he slips a hand beneath the band of your underwear, “Say it.”

“Callum,” you gasp as his fingers ghost your heat, lightly brushing against your clit.

“Just like that, doll,” Callum grins into your shoulder, where his lips press to your skin.

He helps you out of your underwear, pulling it down your legs until you’re able to kick them off. Callum tosses one of your legs over his thigh, giving him easier access to you. You reach behind your back to unhook your bra, throwing it off the side of the bed.

“Kind of unfair that I’m the only naked one,” you frown.

“Be patient, I want to play with you first,” Callum kisses your cheek.

He prods your lips open with two of his fingers, allowing you to suck them in. You lave your tongue around them, coating them with your spit enough for Callum to be satisfied, “Good girl,” he coos.

He then gently circles your clit with his two slicked fingers, and your hips buck involuntarily. He uses his other arm to press you firmly against him. Callum continues to play with the bundle of nerves before letting a finger test your entrance to gauge how wet you’ve become. He’s able to slip a finger inside without struggle, curling it against the familiar spot that makes you groan. As he adds another finger, you grip Callum’s arm as his fingertips massage your g spot.

“Callum, please,” you whine.

“Please, what?” Callum feels himself getting painfully harder against your back at the sounds you’re making, “Gotta use your words.”

“Show me how much you love me,” you beg, “Fuck me already.”

“Impatient, are we?” Callum smirks before removing his fingers from you and putting them in his mouth this time, relishing the wetness of your cunt, “God, the way you taste,” he moans.

Callum moves you over and off his lap so he can remove his pants and underwear before hovering over you. He braces himself on his arms on either side of your head, bringing his face to yours, “Are you sure you want this?” he asks again.

“Yes,” you say, grabbing his face and looking him in the eye, “I want this.”

“Not that your begging wasn’t enough; I just needed to hear you say it,” he jokes, lining himself up to your entrance.

You playfully smack his chest before digging your nails into it as he pushes inside you slowly. You wrap an arm around his neck, tangling your fingers into his hair. Callum fully seats himself inside you, his forehead pressed to yours. You wrap a leg around his waist, pulling him closer to you. Callum focuses on breathing properly, as your clenching around him makes it hard not to pound you into the mattress. You wiggle your hips a little, letting him know he could move. Callum holds your hips up, moving your legs over his shoulders to get a better angle. He pulls out just enough to thrust back in, gaining a steady rhythm. The noises you let out just urge Callum to go faster and harder as he kisses along your thighs.

“I love you,” Callum says, biting down on your thigh and causing you to yelp, which makes him grin.

“I love you too,” you say breathlessly, your hands gripping his biceps for leverage.

“Do you believe me when I say it now?” Callum bites his lip, feeling your walls clenching harder around him.

You’re close, and he can feel it. He reaches between your bodies and presses a thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles against it.

“Yes,” you say, almost illegible, “Fuck, I believe you, Cal.”

“Good,” he pants, sweat beading on his forehead.

Your fingernails dig into his muscles as you feel yourself about to let go, your stomach tightening into a knot. Callum feels his orgasm creeping up as he snaps his hips faster against your ass, his grip on your thighs almost bruising. Your orgasm hits suddenly, like a tsunami of pleasure taking over your senses. Your body shakes as Callum’s own climax surges through him, your convulsing cunt milking his cock. You’re both gasping for air as Callum lets your back fall against the bed as he pulls out, collapsing next to you.

“That was…”

“Amazing?” Callum turns his head to look at you,

“Yeah,” you’re quick to pull the duvet over you as your sweat cools on your skin, “Better than any time before, honestly.”

“Agreed,” Callum puts an arm behind his head to rest on, “I’m still sorry for not telling you how I felt. I didn’t really know what it was at the time.”

“It’s okay now, Cal,” you roll over on your side, putting a hand on his chest, “You don’t have to worry about it anymore.”

Callum kisses the top of your head, “Okay. I won’t.”

The next day, when the script is read over again, tensions are definitely not as high. You don’t struggle as much with your lines, and being around Callum is easier. You’re glad it all worked out; maybe this time, it’ll last without confusion.

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner x reader smut #callum turner smut #callum turner fanfic #callum turner fanfiction #callum turner fic #callum turner imagine #floralcyanide writes

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fayesia · 6 months

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Hello, I hope this doesn't bother you but I had an idea for mike schmidt. Imagine him and the reader are fighting and the reader leaves him. Ever since the reader left him he starts to loose his mind cause he needs the reader to function. Abby notices her brother's situation so she makes it her mission to get him and the reader back together.

Short and Sweet — mike schmidt x reader

a/n: Hiii ofc u r not bothering me! Thank you for the request, congrats you’re the first one so i’m very much appreciative!!! I hope i did justice to your idea, again i’m kind of new to all of this but hopefully you like it :D

“god your so selfish do you even think before you act!!”

You can feel the eyes of people passing by as they return to their cars and pack away their shopping. Except you don’t care, not when this is the third time Mike has forgotten to pick Abby up from school.

“come on at least say something!”

“GODDAMNIT, i’m sorry ok!!”

“well sorry’s not enough Mike! Because when i get home from work and she comes running into my arms having already had a bad day at school it’s on you for making it worse” you exclaim back to him slamming the car door shut.

He does the same, quickly started the engine and driving with rough movements.

“oh yeah, now what? you’re gonna get us both in a car crash, leave your sister alone again-“

“oh my god ENOUGH OK shut up!!”

You fumble with your fingers looking out the window, not in sadness or fear but rather an immense amount of anger. You knew that your emotions would take over your response and you were not going to cry in front of Mike as if what he said effected you.

He parks in the driveway, opens the trunk to collect the groceries and rushes through the front door. You follow after him entering the bedroom and collecting all your things from the closet and bathroom. carrying your duffel bag, you make your way retrieving any items left around the house. Your wallet, keys, shoes and a picture of you and abby are collected as you leave back outside to your car parked across the road.

Sitting down in the drivers seat you stare blankly ahead slowly lowering your head to rest against the steering wheel, soft crys quickly turning into loud sobs that rack through your body. They continue until you reach your apartment, gloomily walking into the place you haven’t been in for months, having spent most days of the week at Mikes house. This place doesn’t feel homely like his though, rather it’s cold and depressing reflecting how you felt right now, which really wasn’t helping.

You’re pulled away from these thoughts as your phone starts ringing. ‘Abby bear’ flashes on your screen as you clear your throat to remove any hints of you crying.

“Hi Abby what’s up?”

“why did you leave” her shaky voice almost has you in tears again.

“what did mike say honey? i’m not leaving forever i just needed to get some stuff from my place”

“he said you were gonna be gone for awhile but would come back. I think he’s lying though his eyes are all red like he’s been crying and he hasn’t moved from your spot on the couch”.

As you listen to her soft voice explain all of this more tears drop down to your chin.

“i’m sorry abby i just think we need a break from each other i don’t know for how long but its something that needed to happen sooner rather than later. I promise i’ll come by and visit you soon, maybe Friday for this weeks movie night?”

“Yayy ok sounds good”

“i have to go now sweetie but make sure you finish all your homework and then you can relax”

“ok byee y/n love u”

“bye abby bear i love you too”

ending the call, you’re left with a gut wrenching feeling spending the rest of the evening crying yourself to sleep on the couch. pitiful? maybe. but you really needed this and now was the right time.

While you spent hours sleeping the pain away, Mike was basically doing the same thing. Abby walked up to him handing him a tub of ice cream “i heard from a movie that eating ice cream makes you less sad after a breakup”

“that’s not true Abby”

her face drops a little at this, Mike quickly trying to cover up his mistake.

“but thank you, why don’t we both eat ice cream and watch a movie”

“ok!!” she settles herself next to him, cuddling into his side with blankets strewn across their laps.

Abby was not very knowledgeable about breakups, only being ten years old herself, and the most she experienced in the romance department was having a crush on the fastest runner in her class.

She did know however that the way Mike was acting was not healthy for him. He spent hours on the couch or in bed, barely eating and if he wasn’t doing that then he would be at work or picking Abby up from school, sometimes they would go and get frozen yogurt which Abby loved the most. She just wished you were there with them like before, when the three of you would go together and spend hours having fun at park.

Abby knew she had to do something, anything she could to get things back to the way they were and she knew just the way to do that.

It had been a week since the break up and neither you or mike seemed to be doing to well in Abby’s opinion but she had a plan set up and tonight she was putting it into action.

Mike received a message from you, his eyes widening as he read, “meet at the park 6pm” a short and simple text. Effective too with the way Mike jumped up running to the closet to pull out his nicest shirt and trousers, and then to the bathroom to shower and prepare him for the night to come.

Abby giggled to herself as she heard the commotion from her brother, taking his phone she started phase two of the plan.

‘bzzz’ you flayed your arm around in an attempt to grab your phone, a yelp coming from your throat as you read the message on the screen. A singular sentence from Mike that read, “meet at the park 6pm”. You expected to read more but that seemed to be it. Short and sweet. You layed out a simple long sleeve top and your favourite pair of jeans, readying yourself for an everything shower.

Soon it was 5:55 and both you and Mike climbed up opposite ends of the hill to the park situated right at the top. There in the middle was a bench and that bench was surrounded by rose petals, with a rose bouquet in the middle, and the bench itself was surrounded by mini lights illuminating the area with a gentle yellow tone similar to the sky’s as the sun set. All of this of course was done courtesy of Abby and you were quick to realise when mikes face was filled with shock when stumbling over one of the yellow lamps, it was clear he was not the one who had set this up. However that didn’t matter to you, the feeling of being swept off your feet into Mikes arms instead was all you were thinking about. He pulled you close to his chest whispering how sorry he was over and over again into your hair as your head rested against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. You silently basked in the feeling of his comfort you dearly missed for that lonesome week the two of you spent apart, not quite ready yet to utter the words ‘i forgive you’ and he knew that after all the hateful words he’d said.

Instead you both sat together on the bench looking out at the setting sun, content with each other presence and no words. As nightfall was falling upon the park Mike grabbed your hand “gotta get back now, Abby will be waiting” he brushed your hand with his thumb for awhile almost hesitant to say something as you waited patiently. “do you want to come?” you break out into a smile, “of course, i always want to go with you”, you reply already dragging him by the arm to the directions of his house.

His house which you knew inside had a very nervous ten year old girl who would see you both walk through the door holding hands and celebrate the most out of all of you.

~unedited~

#mike schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x y/n

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khoipyan · 1 year

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ResidentEEL Business

After Yuu gives up your dorm as collateral, Floyd invites you to stay in his room instead. Given the housing circumstances, how could you possibly refuse?

gn!reader (you/your), reader is NOT yuu (+ yuu is a seperate character, is referred to using they/them), reader lives in ramshackle, book 3 spoilers ig??? still gonna put a warning just incase... 1.3k+ words

characters; floyd leech

notes; haii hello i decided to write another fic, hehe ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i have floyd favouritism....

“You’re WHAT?”

Jade smiled, “If you want it in a more simplistic way for you to understand,”

“We’re taking your house for three days — and maybe even more — if you guys don’t complete that contract in time, Lil’ Fishy!” Floyd grinned.

This was quite the dilemma. Yuu smiled awkwardly at you, while Grim frantically rushed to fetch his things (would tuna really count if that’s all he might be saving?).

All if this had came to be a surprise. To think that you were just taking a nap, when suddenly you opened the door to two big eels, one cat and a Yuu. Since when did they get to make all the big decisions, exactly?

“Better get packin’, Shrimpy. You too, Fishy!” Floyd said, “Otherwise, we get to keep whatever you have lying around once the contract is over.”

As if there was anything of interest for him to keep. Still, rather than deciding to argue, you decided it was best to gather your things. However, this wasn’t even the main problem at hand—

For the next 3 days (and hopefully not any longer), where would you even stay?

“Look, I’m really sorry,” Yuu sighed, helping you pack up a box. It was basically all you really needed, seeing it was just your clothing, school supplies, and a few personal trinkets. I mean, it’s not like you could pack up your entire bed into a cardboard box.

You shrugged, “It’s fine, but couldn't you have at least called me first?”

“Next time, I promise.” they nodded.

As Yuu finished sealing up the cardboard box with some frail tape, they surrendered it over to you. Not surprisingly, it wasn’t so heavy. They took one last look at you before they left your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the semi-vacant room, just for a bit.

You flicked off your room lights and took one good look at your room. It looked only a little less bare than before, but it still looked like your room, nonetheless. You’d miss sleeping on the slightly terrible mattress of your bed, or the floorboards that creaked in the middle of the night whenever you got up to get a glass of water.

If you could, you would reminisce all night about the tales of your dorm room, but that wasn’t possible. In fact—

You felt two pairs of hands slam down on your shoulders, and a breath on your ear as a loud voice shouted:

“Boo!”

On instinct, you dropped the box and screamed, stumbling away as your body tensed up. It took a few deep breaths and even fewer moments to realize that there was no threat: it was only Floyd.

Floyd laughed, “Gotcha! C’mon, we don’t have all night, Lil’ Fish. You gotta get out sooner or later. Shrimpy and Baby Seal already left ya, y’know.”

Groaning, you picked up your box of items and clutched it tightly to your body, slamming the door to your room behind you. You internally grimaced as you heard the door reopen gently, footsteps trailing behind as Floyd followed you.

“That wasn’t very nice, Fishy. What’s wrong?” Floyd walked beside you, escorting you out of your own home with a casual grin on his face.

‘Everything’s wrong,’ you wanted to say, but you didn’t. Where would you even go? That question struck your mind again as the two of you dragged on your mini—stroll around Ramshackle Dorm. “It’s nothing.”

“You don’t have anywhere to stay, do ya?” Floyd caught you by surprise.

You shook your head, “How did you know?”

“I mean,” he continued, “It’s written all over your face. Besides, Shrimpy has the same problem too!”

You didn’t reply to him afterward, nor did you plan on going to; it was too tiring to carry on a conversation at the moment. The hallways only seemed to get longer as both of you walked beside each other, floorboards creaking with each stride you took. Only, Floyd’s steps made heavier creaks than yours did.

Floyd decided he had enough of this silence, interrupting the awkwardness between you two: “Say, you can stay with me if you want, Lil’ Fishy.”

“You know I don’t have that kind of money, Floyd.”

“No, no! Fishy’s got it all wrong,” he smiled, “I want you to stay in my room, and you play with me for a bit in exchange.”

That sounds a bit… fishy, if you will. What choice did you really have, though? It was either search for a nice empty room (which they might not even have) in another dorm for 3 days, or stay with a menacingly tall eel—mer.

Sometimes it would help if your options were more open, huh?

“Do I really have a choice?” You asked, looking at Floyd. Did he always have this nice pair of mismatched—coloured eyes?

He shrugged, “I dunno, do ya? It’s not like I’m forcin’ you, right? So I’d say yeah!”

As you both reached the entrance (or, exit) to Ramshackle Dorm, you couldn’t help but to make up your mind so suddenly:

“Fine. Hopefully only for 3 nights, though.”

Floyd beamed as he held the front door open for you, “We’re gonna have so much fun together.”

As soon as both of you had arrived in Floyd’s bedroom, he seemed to be much more… burnt out? The moodiness from him was so sudden as he flopped on his bed, face digging into his pillow. He must be tired.

It seemed both the twins shared a single room, which was slightly awkward given your circumstances. By the looks of it, Jade wasn’t currently there, and thank goodness for that.

“What’re you waitin’ for? Turn the lights off and go to sleep, keep the lamp on if ya want.” Floyd grumbled, lifting his face from his pillow to look at you so sullenly. What happened to having ‘so much fun’?

You put your box of things down in a corner of Floyd’s side of the room neatly, and look around the floor for a nice place to… get comfy. Maybe you should have packed your pillows and blanket.

However, Floyd seemed to take notice and shot you a look of confusion, “You gonna sleep on the floor, Fishy? Just come sleep on the bed with me, I don’t mind.”

“No way,” you shook your head.

“Why not?”

“Well, isn’t it awkward to share a bed?”

Floyd grinned, “I already said I don’t mind. What, scared I’m gonna bite ya in my sleep?” He narrowed his eyes, “or are you gonna sleep with Jade or somethin’?”

You frowned, “I’m not sleeping on anybody’s bed!”

Rolling his eyes at you, he shuffled around the bed. “Fine, but I gotta show you something…”

Curiously, you flicked off the room lights and walked a bit closer to him, “What is it?”

“Closer,” he smiled.

Everytime, each step you took closer to his bed, he kept telling you to come even closer. You were practically standing over him by now (which is kind of funny, considering how tall he is), crossing your arms. What could he possibly want?

“Bend down,” Floyd smiled.

As you did, it was almost as if your life flashed before your eyes. Floyd had taken the opportunity to grab you and pull you into his bed. Even while you struggled, you were definitely no match for how much he squeezed you.

“You’re kinda silly, Lil’ Fishy! I didn’t think you’d fall for that so easily,” he laughed.

You huffed, “You’re kind of squishing me.”

Floyd only shrugged as he hugged you even tighter. His grasp wasn’t bone-crushing or suffocating; it was quite warm. Somewhat gentle, surprisingly.

It was quiet, silent, but peaceful. All your thoughts wandered as you were being used like a human body pillow; to Yuu, to Grim, to the contract— it was all so odd.

Before you spent the whole night reflecting even more, you decided to get comfortable and get some rest instead.

Closing your eyes, you took one deep breath in, and one deep breath out.

“Good night, Floyd.”

“Night, Lil’ Fishy.”

( due to be edited at anytime )

#scrib.bles🫧#twisted wonderland #twst #floyd leech #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech x reader #floyd x reader #octavinelle #floyd #twst floyd leech #twisted wonderland floyd leech #twst floyd #book 3 spoilers

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ginnyw-potter · 8 months

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First day

Written for @hinnymicrofic, Sept Day 1: Time (826 words so a little long)

“Mum! Mum! Dad! Daaad! I am starting Hogwarts today!”

Harry opened his eyes abruptly, looking at the little red-haired ball of energy at the end of the bed. “What time is it?” he croaked, reaching for his glasses and shoving them onto his nose.

“Six,” Ginny mumbled.

“Get uuup!” Lily begged them, pulling at the foot of the sheets.

Harry pulled back and frowned at her. “I know you’re excited, but I promise the train will not leave without you.” He ignored his wife’s muted snort.

“Go ahead and shower,” Ginny said. “We’ll be up in a minute.”

Lily escaped their room again and ran to the bathroom with the energy of a toddler on a sugar rush. Harry let his head drop back on the pillow and groaned. Ginny turned around to him.

“It’s annoying, really,” he said with a smile. “How much she’s like you.”

Ginny blinked slowly. “Shut up.”

“I suggest you handle her, since she’s bouncing around like a rogue bludger,” he suggested carefully.

“I am retired!” She shot him a disapproving look. “I think you should handle the little fugitive, Mr Head Auror.”

“Ah.” He shook his head. “I knew that promotion was going to bite me in the butt sooner rather than later.”

Ginny’s face broke out into a smile, and it was like the sun had broken through the clouds. “You bet.”

Before they could decide who would be in charge of their youngest, a blood-curdling scream came from the bathroom.

Ginny pushed the sheets off and took up her wand. “I’ll go.” She walked into the hallway. “You handle our sons!”

“Both?!” he asked.

“Yes!”

Harry got out of bed and got dressed. He walked to the bathroom first and knocked on the door. “All okay?”

Ginny sighed. “Someone put frogspawn in the shower head.”

At that moment the door at the end of the corridor and James stepped out. Harry turned around.

“What’s happening?” James asked.

Harry put on a stern expression. “There was frogspawn in the showerhead, would you happen to know about that?”

James looked down at the floor, avoiding his father’s gaze. “...No.”

Harry wasn’t convinced. “Go to your room, I’ll be there in a minute.”

James grumbled and trod off to his room, slamming his door. Harry shook his head. He peered into Al’s room, but as usual his middle child was deep asleep. He could sleep through anything. Harry took a deep breath and walked to James’s room.

James sat on the edge of his bed. Harry pulled up the desk chair and sat in front of his son.

“I didn’t do it!” James defended himself before Harry could ask anything.

Harry nodded. “But you knew about it?”

James looked down again. “I did.”

“And you didn’t say anything, why?” Harry asked.

His son looked at him with a grimace. “Because you’re usually the first to shower.”

Harry suppressed a smile. “I see.”

“I wouldn’t do that to Lily,” he argued.

Harry’s eyebrows raised.

“... on her first day of school,” he ended sheepishly.

“Who did? Was it Al?” Harry asked.

“No!” James said quickly. “Fred... and Hugo.”

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. “That... that makes sense.”

James offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Should’ve said. I know Lily is so excited to go...”

“Please look after her,” he said. “Especially if she’s in Gryffindor.”

James scoffed. “Like she would let me!”

“Good point,” he said. He sighed, he couldn’t help being anxious for his youngest to go. “Just be there when she needs. She’s smart enough to ask for help if she has to.”

James nodded. “I will.”

“Get ready, make sure all is packed. Breakfast will be ready in a bit.” He stood up, ignoring the cracking noise his knee made.

“Hey, dad.”

Harry turned back around. “Yes?”

James scratched his neck awkwardly. “Remember those snitch-shaped fried eggs you made for all of us when I went off to Hogwarts the first time? I think Lily would like that.”

He grinned. “I’ll whip up some snitch eggs for everyone.”

“Dad, come here!” Lily said from the open bathroom door.

He walked in to see Ginny braiding Lily’s hair.

“Is it pretty?” Lily asked excitedly.

He locked eyes with Ginny in the mirror for a moment and then looked back at their daughter, both wearing nearly identical smiles. “Yes, I love it.”

Harry made his way downstairs and started on breakfast. It took some time to get the egg shapes right. Egg yolk in the middle, the whites of the egg acting like the snitch’s wings. Ginny snuck up on him and he turned around to kiss her.

“Where’s Lily?” he asked.

Ginny blushed. “I told her and James to let some steam off in the garden. I instructed her under no circumstances she was allowed to take James to the pond to help her get frog spawn for revenge. Absolutely not.”

“We’re such good parents,” Harry said with a grin.

#james sirius #lily luna #ginny #harry #hinny #hinnymicrofic #fic

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dinsdjrn · 10 months

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things that haven't happened yet | javier pena

javier pena x bottle girl!f!reader

summary: they kept everything professional, but some things change. [w.c 2.8k]

warnings: 18+, smut and angst, reader is an informant in danger, oral (f recieving), fingering, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, ambiguous ending ig (?) as always if i missed something lmk!

a/n: anyone else have the i can see you brain rot rn... bc i have 17 requests i could have written but this came out of me instead... please be gentle with it im... strugglin to post.

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It was the early hours of the morning as you walked briskly through the streets after your shift. You kept your head down and all that you could hear was the soft rise and fall of your breathing. You weren’t walking fast enough to warrant heavy breathing, but you did carry information that made your chest rise and fall as if you had sprinted to the familiar apartment.

You rasped on the door three times, no answer. You knocked again, harder this time.

It swung open and revealed a very tired Javier Peña.

“What the fu- what are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t call, but this can’t wait,” Your eyes shifted over your shoulder.

He studied your face for a moment before bringing you in.

“And you’re sure the information is good?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“As good as my life, Javier.” You let out a shaky breath.

“Shit,” He spoke to himself.

“I was the only one in there with Diego and Felix. They don’t trust any of the other girls,” You chuckled at the irony of everything. “They think they’re all sleeping with you.”

“And you?” He said.

“Nobody sees me as more than the bottle girl who won’t put out. I’m the only one that knows, and I know it’s information you can use. It’ll put a target on my back, so it would be a really great time for that visa you promised me.”

He turned rubbing his hand across his chin and made his way to the phone against the wall. You shifted uncomfortably, knowing that if the DEA didn’t protect you this information could cost you your life. You were the only girl in the private booth, there was no other fly on the wall.

Javier was quiet about his conversation, he would turn back and look at you periodically. You were hopeful, but you weren’t stupid, if they couldn’t get you out you’d have to flee. An out with the US DEA is much more likely to result in life than fleeing through the Colombian jungle.

“Okay, gracias,” Javier hung the phone up and walked to a drawer in the kitchen.

He handed you a passport and envelope. You flipped open and saw your face but not your name.

“How long have you had this?” You asked, taken aback.

“Not long, but we knew you would need it sooner rather than later.” He said.

“Okay,” you said. “I guess it’s time to disappear.”

“We can book you on a flight tomorrow night, it gives you time to say goodbye to any family.”

“It’s just me, don’t have anyone to say goodbye to,” You laughed awkwardly,

“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching toward you.

“I’m a fly on the wall, Agent Peña. It’s easier not to have anyone, better to go unnoticed,”

“You haven’t gone unnoticed,” He said, stepping closer to you. The air became thick and heavy with tension.

“I should go, I don’t mix business with pleasure,” You said, placing the envelope of cash and your new passport in your bag.

“As far as I’m concerned, we no longer have business with one another,” he smirked.

You bit your lip, pondering the accusation. He was right, and it wasn’t like Javier Peña was a hard sell. He was gorgeous and he knew it.

“I should pack, if I’m to make this flight,” You said, stepping toward him this time your hand coming to rest gently on his chest.

He gently tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. The intensity of his gaze made you desperate to shy away, but he had a pull to him that made it impossible.

“There’s a lot of things you should do,” he emphasized, “But stay, please. Just for tonight,” He spoke softly.

His hand drifted down your neck to your collarbone where he brushed the strap of your black tank top off your shoulder.

“Javier, I’m nobody. I-,” you paused, “I’m going to disappear.”

“You’ve always been somebody to me, hermosa,” he kissed your shoulder where your tank top had previously rested.

“Since the moment I met you, I knew you were more than what you gave yourself,” He spoke.

Before you had time to respond he gently nipped at your neck eliciting a soft gasp from you.

“Tell me stop,” He spoke seriously as he continued to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and shoulder.

“Javier,” you hesitated, sounding more like a question than a warning.

“If you don’t want to do this, you need to tell me to stop,” he looked at your face again trying to decipher any hint of fear or regret.

His large hand held your jaw gently and his thumb slowly rubbed your cheek. He was comforting and reassuring. It almost felt wrong for the stone cold DEA agent, Javier Peña, to be looking at you with soft eyes and affectionate touches.

You leaned up toward him, your lips were so close to his you could feel his breath against yours.

“Don’t. Don’t stop,”

And that was all he needed before his lips encapsulated yours in an all encompassing kiss. It was a kiss that spoke all the words Javi couldn’t. Passion, lust, and remorse for the situation he put you in.

Your mouths moved against one another as if you had been starved of kisses your whole lives. Javier gently bit your bottom lip causing a soft moan to escape you.

Your soft moan ignited something within him. He pulled away from the kiss, his hands gripping tightly at your waist and he forcefully turned your back to him. He pushed you toward the wall and you placed your hands against it.

His hands pulled your hips into his own, grinding himself against your ass.

“Ah, fuck,” He groaned, “Baby you are so fucking hot,”

“Javi,” you sighed.

His hands had begun to work your tank top away from your skirt they explored under the thin material and up your back unclasping your bra. He crouched slightly gripping your hips again and kissed your back. His hands dragged your shirt up your sides once again, stopping just below your breast. You swear you heard him inhale sharply, you arched your back slightly knowing you would grind against the strained package in his jeans.

He growled at the sensation pulling your shirt and bra over your head and throwing across the room.

He flipped you around again, pressing your back to the wall, and pushing himself against you. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and legs around his hips. He used one hand to grip your thigh tightly holding you up. This caused your skirt to ride up your thighs and your panties to be directly against Javi’s jeans. You could feel his cock painfully hard pushing against the material and there was too much fabric between you.

Before you had a chance to say anything Javier’s lips found yours again, this time more lustful, passionate and messy than before. Your tongue danced with his as you brought your hands to his chest to make quick work of his button up. He let go of your leg and you gently brought your feet to the floor as you pushed the cotton t-shirt off his shoulders.

You took a second to drink him in as you began to work on his belt. He was lean and tan, and looked like the devil himself with his hair tossed and chest rising and falling heavily.

As you unbuttoned his jeans, he brought his hands to your breasts massaging your nipples into hard peaks.

He had brought his mouth to your nipple gently swirling it around his tongue before dragging his teeth across it. You whimpered at the sensation, head falling back against the wall and hips bucking toward him. He made sure to give the same attention and care to the other nipple before slowly kissing down your belly.

“Fuck Javi, on your knees,” you instructed breathlessly.

He sank onto his knees, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs pushing your skirt up to reveal your soaking panties.

“Fuck baby, so ready for me,” he inhaled before kissing the small article of clothing.

His fingers hooked on either side of the lace waistband pulling them down your legs. Once they reached your ankles you kicked them off anxiously awaiting Javi’s mouth to find your pussy.

He kissed up your thighs and slowly licked the space where the inside of your thigh met your hip. you raised one leg over his shoulder, spreading yourself for him. He used his tongue to lick between your folds up until he found your clit.

Your knees were weak and he held you against the wall. Working his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You felt the pressure building in your lower abdomen and you knew you wouldn’t last long.

Strings of moans, curses, and Javier’s name fell from your lips as you began to come undone.

“Fuck, shi-,” you cursed as Javi’s fingers began toying with your opening.

“So fucking wet for me baby,” He praised.

“You want my hands too, princesa?” He put his lips against you again gently sucking your clit.

“I’m no princess, Javier,” you said as you ran your hands through his hair.

“Hmm, you didn’t answer the question,” he pulled away from you momentarily, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.

“Fuck me with your fingers, Javi. And quit being such a teasing asshole,” You tugged his hair back toward you.

“You have no idea how big an asshole I can be, princessa,” he teased, immediately pushing two fingers inside you before you could respond.

You gasped at the sensation, he shrugged your leg off his shoulder and stood up, still pumping his fingers inside you curling them exactly where you needed to be sent into a fit of whimpers and moans. His thumb found your clit circling with just enough pressure to push you to the edge. His mouth found your neck nipping and sucking at your most sensitive spot just behind your ear.

“Javi, babe, so close,” You panted.

“Don’t be shy, come on my fingers. Tell me how good you feel, hermosa,” Javi spoke roughly in your ear.

“Fuck, so fucking good Javier,” you mewled and with that your first orgasm came crashing over you. Whimpers and moans spilled from you as the waves of pleasure coursed through you.

Javier brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them before bringing his thumb to your lips.

“You are so fucking special, I wish we had done this sooner,” He sighed.

“You should never mix business with pleasure, Agent Pena,” You spoke softly.

“Yes, we are keeping it very fucking professional,” He spoke before kissing you again. He gripped your thigh just below your ass and you kissed him back feverishly.

Your hands moved just below the waist band of Javi’s jeans again, this time pushing them down over his ass. He broke the kiss to push them down the rest of the way and remove them. Leaving you both in nearly nothing.

He pulled you toward the couch guiding you between kisses. He sat down on the leather couch and you drank him in all over again. The way his legs lazily spread apart making him even broader. His arms reached for you.

“You can have a seat if you’d like,” He said gently tugging your waist toward him.

You pulled back slightly, “I will, but first we need to make sure you’re comfortable,”

He hummed in response. You kneeled before him, kissing his thighs and nipping at them slightly.

Your hands tugged at the waistband of his briefs and he lifted his hips slightly so that they would be more easily removed. His cock sprung free onto his stomach, the tip reddened and leaking precum. You knew he must’ve been painful strained in his jeans.

You stood in front of him and hiked your skirt above your waist as you brought your thighs to either side of his hips. You slowly began to grind onto his cock nothing in the way to feel how hard he was against you. His hips bucked to meet yours.

“Let me fuck you, I want see you bounce on my cock,” He said clearly unable to contain himself.

“Please,” you begged.

You slowly raised yourself again, positioning him at your entrance. You slowly brought your hips down to meet his, you both groaned at the sensation. He was big and full and began slowly rocking his hips against yours.

His hands found their way around your back. One on your lower back to steady you, the other gripping your shoulder. you slowly began to rise and fall against him, riding him back and forth.

“Jesus, fuck- so fucking tight,” He groaned.

“So fucking perfect for me, princessa,” he continued.

His hips began to thrust to meet yours as moans and the slapping of skin filled the room. You both were blissed out on the feeling of his cock ramming into your pussy, it was addicting the sounds coming from him.

With every thrust his hips dragged across your clit, bringing you even closer to your orgasm. His mouth found your breast once again gently nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin surrounding your nipple as you bounced.

His thrusts became more erratic as you went and you knew that neither of you were going to last much longer.

“Javier, fuck, so close. So so good baby,” You whimpered.

“Waited so fucking long for you,” He mumbled. “Needed to see you, know you.”

You brought your lips to his neck, changing the angle slightly. Javi was ramming into you now, both of you quickly coming undone.

Your orgasm washed over you first as you groaned and cried Javier’s name.

“Oh fuck gonna-“ He said pulling out of you, gripping his cock. Quickly coming on your skirt and his own hand.

His hip bucked a few more times and his face twisted and he let out a few moans.

You collapsed onto his chest and he began gently stroking your back. You were both hot and sticky but your post orgasmic bliss took over. Neither of you made any rush to move or speak for nearly ten minutes. Your mind raced with the possibility of tomorrow

“Thank you, Javier. Just for everything,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes at the finality of everything.

“Hm. Your thank you is starting to sound an awful lot like goodbye,”

“Javi,” You whispered an edge to your tone. You pushed yourself off him.

“I think we should clean up,” you sighed and made your way down the hall to the bathroom.

Javier followed suit, neither of you said anything as you rinsed your legs and skirt off. You sighed frustrated as your skirt was now damp and you would have to wear it home.

“I have something you can wear home,” he said while he washed his hands.

“Uh Javi- it’s okay,” your words fell over one another.

“You could also just stay here,” He said, reaching for you.

“You and I both know that’s not going to happen,” You took his hand in yours and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek.

“We could protect you here. I won’t let them touch you, I just fuck-“ he ran a hand through his hair.

You didn’t know much about Javier but you knew he could be soft with those he cared about and he was always soft with you. You knew he could be an asshole, but he had losses not many could understand.

“You and I both know that’s not possible,” You kissed his hand.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. You’ll be here bringing Colombia back to peace, and I will be another notch in your playbook,” You let go of his hand and made your way back to the living room.

You grabbed your discarded bra and tank top slipping them back on. Javier joined you in the living room a few moments later, now clad in sweatpants and holding a pair out for you.

“Thanks,” You smiled at him, slipping your skirt off and the soft sweats on.

“Hey, uh- before you go,” Javi shifted slightly, clearly uncomfortable.

You looked up at him.

“Just, when you get somewhere safe. Find a way to let me know, ok?” He said holding out a small note card with an address scribbled on it.

You smiled at him sighing.

“Goodbye Javi,” You kissed his cheek and brushed past him to the door.

It hurt knowing you were leaving your home. And as the warm air of the Colombian night hit you for what may be the last time, you realized, you finally had someone to say goodbye to.

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Chapter 7: To New Beginnings

After ending a five-year relationship, you pour all your energy into work. Your latest assignment? Staying at a popular bed-and-breakfast to gather information. It should be a piece of cake... If only the owner isn't the man you scolded on the street.

Jing Yuan/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“Heeey!” March yells. “What’re you two standing around for?”

Jing Yuan looks over his shoulder and sees Yanqing running up with a skewer in his hand. It’s what he says after that takes Jing Yuan by surprise.

“You can share with Mom.”

After Jing Yuan takes the skewer from him, you walk up, and Yanqing runs off toward the rest of the group. “...Seems like he’s calling you Mom.” Jing Yuan looks at you. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I can tell him to stop.”

“Says the man who was teasing me about it earlier,” you deadpan. Then, with a little smile, you say, “It’s… a little strange, I guess. But I don’t mind it.” Jing Yuan passes you the skewer, and you bite the shrimp. “Unless you do, General.”

Quite the opposite. Jing Yuan would love it if Yanqing had someone to call Mom as, apparently, Yanqing hasn’t called his birth mother Mom since that day. Not in front of Jing Yuan, at least.

Despite being on an important work call, Jing Yuan couldn’t stop worrying about Yanqing. His son had returned from his stay with his mother, and Jing Yuan sensed something was wrong. While Yanqing was usually talkative upon his return, he was quiet with an expression that told Jing Yuan something was on his mind.

“...Jing Yuan?”

The investor’s voice snapped him back to the situation, and Jing Yuan put himself off mute, hoping this conversation would end sooner rather than later.

As soon as he got off the call, he saw Yanqing reading on the couch. Jing Yuan sat next to him and looked at the storybook. "What are you reading?"

“...He gave it to me.”

“He?”

Yanqing looked down. “The man that stays with her now.”

Was Yanqing talking about his mother’s boyfriend? Jing Yuan had heard about him from mutual friends. A high-ranking civil servant, apparently, but that was all he knew and all he wanted to know.

Yanqing closed the book and put it aside. “...She changed.”

"...What do you mean? Did something happen?”

“I… can’t describe it,” Yanqing said quietly. “She just… isn’t the same anymore.”

Jing Yuan had always wished that Yanqing could be his… and only his. But he couldn’t make that call, even though this seemed like the perfect opportunity. No matter what happened between him and his ex-wife, she was still Yanqing’s mother who had every right to be part of Yanqing’s life.

“Is that why you’ve been feeling down?” Jing Yuan took his son’s hand. “If something happened, could you tell me about it?”

“Nothing happened,” Yanqing said. “...But, I don’t like him. She keeps telling me to give him a chance, but I don’t want to anymore.” Jing Yuan picked up the book and saw that the genre was far from what Yanqing enjoyed. “You can throw that away.” Yanqing scooted closer, and Jing Yuan put his arm around him. " Could we leave as soon as possible? I wanna go back to Xianzhou.”

Jing Yuan kissed his head. “Just a little longer.”

And once they leave, t he apartment that was once a lively home for Jing Yuan, his ex-wife, and Yanqing, would be empty… again. Jing Yuan had thought about selling it, but as he still had to visit the city, it wouldn't make sense.

“You’ll be starting summer school,” Jing Yuan said. “Are you excited about that?”

“Yeah! I can also see Pom every day!"

“He needs to work.”

Yanqing pouted. "You’re working him too hard!”

“I promise we’ll go for some great hikes while we’re all there.” Yanqing nodded. Then, Jing Yuan kissed the top of his son’s head. “...Get some sleep.”

It’s months after that he met you. But, perhaps he should keep all of that to himself for now.

“I don’t mind,” Jing Yuan answers.

“Don’t tell me I have to compete with Blade and Luocha, though,” you joke.

“I heard my name,” Luocha says just as he places a hot plate of food on the picnic table. Jingliu, already at the table, passes everyone a drink as they gather. “C’mon, give me the details. I can take compliments.”

“...They were talking about how it’s okay for Yanqing to call her Mom.”

Everyone gasps.

“I don’t know what I should be more shocked about,” Pom says. “Whether Yanqing has a new mom or Blade being in the loop for once!”

You and Jing Yuan end up sitting across from each other. March is next to you while Yanqing is between Jing Yuan and Blade.

“...For once?” Blade deadpans.

“Well, you’re always the last one to know about anything,” Pom says.

March laughs. “That’s, uh, pretty true.” Then, after opening her beer, she leans closer. “So, Yanqing, you have a new mom?”

Yanqing shyly looks at you. “Um, yeah, I-I guess so.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Jingliu says.

“A new mom…” Everyone looks at Dan Heng who’s cutting open his steak with a fork and knife. “...Sounds exciting.”

Dan Feng rolls his eyes. “You sound thrilled, Brother.” Then, he looks at you. “Should we have the new mom introduce herself—ow!” Dan Feng glares at March who slaps his hand.

“You’re making it awkward.”

Jingliu chuckles. “Why not a toast instead?”

“A toast?”

“It’s something to celebrate, isn’t it?”

Jing Yuan looks at you. “I guess this means you’re no longer in training anymore.”

“And it didn’t even take a day,” you say. “I deserve a gold star.”

“But I’ll still be your favourite. Right, Yanqing?”

“You were a favourite?”

“Ouch,” Luocha says, putting a hand over his heart. “Harsh, Liu Liu.” Jingliu gives him a look, and the doctor smiles. “What? That’s your nickname, isn’t it?”

“Wasn’t yours something like Doctor Cha Cha Cha?” Welt asks.

You smile at Luocha. “Now, what’s the story behind that?”

“You just had to bring that up.”

March squishes Luocha’s cheek. “Aw, no need for the frowny face, Doc. Those hips don’t lie!”

Blade nonchalantly takes a bite of his steak. “Yes. You’d never know that Luocha would be so good at salsa by looking at him.”

“King of the Hips…”

Luocha frowns at March. “How did you come up with that? No. Just no.”

As you listen to the lively chatter, you happen to glance at Jing Yuan. He picks up his glass and nods towards your glass. You pick it up but subtly nod at everyone else—none of whom have noticed you and Jing Yuan.

"A toast between us," he says quietly.

The sound of you and Jing Yuan clinking your glasses together grabs everyone’s attention.

“Hey, we want in on the fun too!” March huffs.

Dan Feng nudges his brother who has just taken another bite of his steak.

Yanqing is the first to hold up his apple juice. “To Mom!” When he’s met with silence, he looks around. “What? I thought we were doing a toast!”

Luocha awkwardly scratches his head. “Well, yeah, but I ain’t calling her Mom. That’s just weird.”

“Ah, but you’re thinking too narrowly, Doctor Cha.”

“Oh, then please enlighten me, Liu Liu.”

Jingliu holds up her glass. “To new beginnings.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that!” Pom says.

Welt nods. “Yes. Sounds like something exciting is right around the corner.”

Then, with one hurrah, a chorus rings out: “To new beginnings!”

As the evening goes on, March and Yanqing end up getting soaked after a tireless water gun fight. Yanqing, having accidentally shot Luocha, gets the man involved who shoots Blade out of spite. Welt, Jingliu, and the brothers are chatting around the barbeque fire pit. You and Jing Yuan could’ve joined them… if only he hadn’t invited you for a walk around the resort.

“...You asked if my ex-wife had been here before,” Jing Yuan says, and you glance at him. “She has.”

What happened between them? Of course, you know better than to drop a personal question like that, but it’s slowly eating away at you.

“Could you tell me what happened here? What do you know about Star Rails Hotel?”

“Ah… but that information comes at a price, Corporal.”

“Really?” you deadpan. “...Fine. I’ll play your little game. What’re you asking for, General?”

“You.” Your heart almost stops at how direct he is. “...And your time.” He looks at you with a little smile. “I’d like to treat you to dinner.”

“Is this one of your special services?”

“It’s an exclusive service where I’ll cook for you, Corporal.”

“...In your private kitchen, I presume?”

“You remember.”

“That’s kinda hard to forget.” A small pause. “Besides, if I don’t come out alive, everyone will know who did it.”

“I guarantee you'll come out alive, but... after tasting my cooking, you’d want me to cook for you every day.”

If you were drinking water, you would’ve choked. “That confident, huh? Well, now I have high expectations.” You clear your throat. “But, back to the matter at hand… I’ve agreed to pay your price.”

“I told you before that their project kept getting delayed… and that was for building a new hotel. But they tried to acquire a boutique hotel. My ex was in charge of that project.”

You aren't too surprised. Boutique hotels are small, quiet, hotels with personal services. From what you know, boutique hotels are also unique in their design and architecture as they often reflect the personality and taste of the owner or the local community. They're also a multi-billion sector.

"The hotel she tried to acquire belonged to my friend."

Jing Yuan was working overtime. Now that he was officially the Director of Operations, he had to take on additional training to fully prepare for his new role in addition to his responsibilities. Upon hearing a knock at the door, he looked up and saw his wife.

“Hey, Handsome. Have time to talk?”

Jing Yuan took off his glasses and stood. Then, he followed her into the living room. “Is something wrong?”

“I… I’d like to ask you for a favour.”

“Of course.” Her bottom lip curled inwards, and she wasn’t looking at him. Jing Yuan put his hands on her shoulders, and she slowly turned and saw his warm gaze. “What is it?”

“I’ve taken on a new project at work.”

So, why the long face?

“But, I’ve run into some trouble… and I was hoping you could help me.” A small pause. “Caelus… Your friend who runs that boutique hotel in Xianzhou? Could you convince him to sell it to us?”

Jing Yuan was at a loss for words. This was not what he was expecting to hear.

“I’ve tried"—she sighs in defeat—"everything to try to convince him. If I can get him to sell it to us, it’d be a huge career boost.” She put her hands on his shoulders. “Please, Jing Yuan? T hey can keep their name and whatnot.” She frowned. “I don’t get it. We have so much we can offer them. Why won't they accept it?”

Then, before Jing Yuan could stop himself, he said, “Because not everything is about money.”

“...Caelus and I grew up together,” Jing Yuan says, “and that hotel had been in his family for generations. Their business was taking off when she approached them.”

“Are they still doing well?”

A pause.

“...They closed.”

Something tells you that there’s more to that story.

“...I see,” you say quietly, wondering if his ex had something to do with it. “...You were put in a difficult position.”

“Caelus poured his heart and soul into that business. I already knew that he wouldn’t sell it. Eventually, the project was dropped.”

His wife probably didn’t take that well.

“Now, hang on… Why are people hostile about that? Don’t tell me it’s just because Star Rails tried acquiring a business which failed anyway.”

Another pause.

“...My ex was the first, but she wasn’t the last.” Jing Yuan looks at you. “But, I can’t tell you more because I don’t know the details.”

“Did Caelus inspire you to open a bed and breakfast?”

“Movin’ on fast, aren’t we?”

“Well… truth be told, I learned quite a bit about you today,” you say, not looking at him.

“Did you?”

“Now, hang on a minute. It’s not like I asked.”

“Telling me makes it seem like you did.”

"Smartass.”

Then, you and Jing Yuan smile at each other.

“...Answering that question will be a long story, Corporal.”

A young couple staying at the bed and breakfast waves to Jing Yuan who politely nods in their direction.

“Then… Won’t you enlighten me over a game of chess? I didn't forget about that either."

“Hm… Dinner and chess… all in the same night?”

“No pressure.”

Jing Yuan looks at you. “It’s the best kind of pressure.” You and Jing Yuan are almost back to the barbeque party when he says, “It’s a shame that you know all this about me, and I’m still at square one.”

“Square one? That’s an interesting way of looking at it.” Then, with a smile, you say, “What would the dear ‘ol General like to know?”

“...Is your ex still bothering your mom?”

“I talked to her a few hours ago… and apparently not. So, that’s a good sign.”

“You’ve only mentioned your mom… What about your dad?”

A pause.

“...He left.” Then, with a small, forced smile, you say, “He remarried.”

“...I see. Were you raised by your mom?”

“I was. I was a teenager when it happened, so I went back and forth a lot. But… eventually, I stayed with my mom.”

It was the first time in a long time you were spending time with your father. The last time you saw him, he'd briefly introduced you to his girlfriend, a woman he'd met at work, and you didn't talk much with her other than basic pleasantries. She didn't show an interest in you and you didn't in her.

Now, you were sitting in your father’s car as he drove you back to your mother’s house. You were looking out the window when your father dropped the news.

“...We’re getting married.” Your mind went blank at your father's sudden words. You slowly turned to him who kept his eyes on the road. “I’m getting married.”

You couldn’t even pretend to be happy. Because at that moment, all you could think about was your mother. Your mother—who worked tirelessly to raise you when your father visited and left whenever he wanted. It wasn't until later that you learned he never provided child support for your mother who was working two jobs to support you. She never once talked about remarrying nor talked about meeting someone new. All of her focus was on you.

Now, here was your father, whom you hadn't seen in over a year, dropping the news that he was getting married to a woman who could care less about you. Not that it mattered, but it didn't sit well with you that your father had found new happiness while you and your mother were just scraping by.

“...Good for you.”

He looked at you. “It’s not easy getting someone to accept you when you’re my age and have a child.”

You almost scoffed. “You can just say it. Mom and I are baggage.”

Your father sternly said your name. “What are you saying?”

“That’s pretty much what it sounds like.”

And then he went on… and on… about how he was getting older and wanted someone to grow old with. Wasn’t your mother in the same boat?

“...Your mother and I just didn’t work out.”

You still didn’t look at him. This was a story you’d heard before, and you could almost recite it from memory.

“Yeah, because there wasn’t any love and whatnot,” you muttered. “I get it.” Then, you pointed to the library near your mother’s house. “...You can drop me off there.”

“Are you sure?”

“Exams are coming,” you said flatly.

Your father pulled up to the entrance and shifted the gears. He said your name just as you opened the door. You didn’t say goodbye as you slammed it without turning back.

Jing Yuan knows something’s on your mind by your silence. You'd gone quiet after telling him you eventually stayed with your mom. So, in an attempt to bring you back to happier times, he says, “...You and your mother must be very close."

“We still have our moments. But… I don’t know what I’d do without her.” You glance at him with a small smile. “Yanqing’s lucky to have you.”

“Have you ever thought of having kids?”

“Me?” Your lips form a neat line as you shake your head. “Some people will say that you might change your mind when you meet the right person and whatnot, but… it’s not something I’m thinking about.” A small pause. “...Having kids and raising kids are two different stories.”

“...Very true.”

You and Jing Yuan are close enough to hear loud chatter and overlapping voices. March, Welt, Jingliu, Pom, and Luocha are sitting at the table playing cards. The brothers and Blade are sitting with Yanqing around the barbeque fire making smores.

“How? How is that even possible?” March asks, standing.

“Well, at least I beat March,” Luocha deadpans, looking at everyone’s cards. Jingliu had won, ending the game with a royal flush. Pom and Welt came in second. Luocha came third and March was last.

Welt pushes up his glasses. “Seems like we still have a long way to go.”

“That’s the spirit,” Dan Feng says, walking up with his brother and Yanqing. “Take everything as a learning experience.”

“We brought smores!” Then, being the generous child he is, Yanqing starts passing around the smores he had on a plate. As soon as he sees you and Jing Yuan, he brightens. “They’re back!”

“Where’d you lovebirds head off to?” Dan Feng asks.

Luocha takes a smore off of Yanqing’s plate. “Secret rendezvous?”

You and Jing Yuan look at each other. Then, he says, “We were getting to know each other.”

Yanqing walks up to you and holds the plate up for you to take a smore. “I made these myself!”

“Did you?” You’re about to take one off the plate when you notice it’s the last one. “Looks like there’ll be none for Da—” You had to stop. You’d almost called Jing Yuan Dad, which slightly scared you at how natural it almost slipped out.

Yanqing looks at the plate and says, “Ah… There’ll be none for Dad.”

Dan Feng comes up and playfully swings an arm around you. “You can have one of mine.” He holds out a plate in front of you where there’s one more smore left. “Fresh off the fire.”

“...Don’t mind if I do.” Jing Yuan reaches over and takes Dan Feng’s last smore.

“You knew that wasn’t for you,” he deadpans.

Jing Yuan doesn’t spare his friend a glance. Instead, he looks at Yanqing and says, “...Why don’t you give that to Mom?”

Yanqing lifts the plate to you and looks at you with wide, innocent eyes. When you take it off his plate, you say, “I should savour this then.”

Dan Feng lets go of your shoulder just as Jingliu says, “Well, now that everyone’s here… Shall we go ahead with the plan?”

“Plan?” you ask.

“Heads up!”

You quickly turn and see Pom tossing you a volleyball.

Then, March punches the air. “Let’s play ball!”

After pulling straws, you, Pom, March, and Jingliu are on one team while the brothers, Jing Yuan, and Blade are on the other. Welt is the judge.

“Soo… What did you two talk about, hm?” March asks quietly just as you two are warming up for the game.

“Why are you so interested?” you ask with a little smile.

“Because you two are my friends! And… okay. I am a little curious.”

You think about mentioning his ex, but instead, you say, “He told me about Caelus, his friend. The one who ran a hotel here before.”

March’s smile almost falls instantly. “...Did he?”

What’s with that reaction?

“Yeah… Is something wrong?”

“Ah, no! It’s… it’s nothing.”

It most certainly doesn’t seem like nothing, but before you can ask, you hear Pom’s voice.

“Okay… This is kinda unfair. You have literal athletes on your team! Two of them!”

“You have Jingliu,” Dan Feng says, rolling his shoulder. “She’s two people in one.”

“We’ll win this, Pom.”

Pom looks at Jingliu who has a confident look. Then, he looks past her and calls you and March. “Are you two comin’ or what?”

Suddenly, March’s smile returns, and she raises her arm as if showing off her small muscles. “All right! Let’s go!”

“Go Mom! Go Dad!”

Luocha chuckles. “Wanna bet who wins? My money’s on Team Dad.”

“Then, I’m on Team Mom!”

Pom looks over. “Team Mom? Wait… I’m on this team!”

“Focus, Mommy Pom,” March says. “We have a game to win.”

Dan Heng tosses the ball up and mutters, “...Game on.”

The sun has already set by the time the game finishes with the teams tied, something you aren’t expecting. But, here we are. Jing Yuan, shirtless, stands on the opposite side of the net. You know it’s inappropriate, but your eyes briefly wander his body. The muscles. The dragon tattoo. Your heart races and it takes Pom’s shout to get your focus back. The ball bounces back and forth, and eventually, you set an opportunity for Jingliu to spike.

Jing Yuan counters it, however, and sets the stage for Blade’s sure kill strike.

“Huh… Jing Yuan and Blade make a pretty good duo,” Luocha says.

Yanqing, looking proud of his dads, says, “Of course they do!”

“Oh? Are you switching teams, Yanqing?”

“Go Team Mom!”

And it’s then Jingliu delivers the final strike.

Dan Feng, with his hands on his hips, is breathing heavily. “...You gotta be kidding me.”

“We did it!” March hugs Jingliu who exchanges a high five with you and then Pom. “Yeah! Go Team Mom!”

“And there goes my five dollars,” Luocha says, sighing.

“It was a good match,” Welt says. “Both teams did their best.”

“Too bad the Dads being shirtless wasn’t enough of a distraction,” Luocha jokes.

“Yeah, we’ve seen better,” March adds with a little smile.

Dan Feng shoots her a look. “Body shamin’ now, are we?”

Jingliu chuckles. “All right. It’s late, everybody.”

“In other words… Mom’s telling us to pack up.”

“Wait, wait!” March takes out her phone. “Commemorative photo, everybody!” She looks at Team Dad. “Up to you if you wanna keep your shirts off.”

Somehow, you end up standing in front of Jing Yuan. Yanqing is in front of you; his arms are raised, and you’re holding his hands.

March holds out her phone, getting the perfect angle. Then, she looks over her shoulder. “Would it kill you to smile, Dan Heng?”

“...I am.”

“Eh… Fine. That’ll do.” March looks at her phone and says, “Scoot closer to the front, Jing Yuan!”

He does, and you can just feel his body against yours. Jing Yuan feels you tense, and he takes a small step back, thinking he might’ve made you uncomfortable when in reality…

“Say Team Mom!”

And then March snaps the photo.

By the time everyone’s ready to call it a night, Yanqing runs up to you.

“Can we walk you back?”

We?

Jing Yuan comes up behind his son and asks, “Yes, can we?”

How can you say no?

For most of the walk, Yanqing walks between you and Jing Yuan. It isn’t until Yanqing gets a little restless that he starts jogging up ahead. This gives you an opportunity.

“...Could I ask you a little more about Caelus?”

“What would you like to know?”

“Is he still in Xianzhou?”

There’s a slight pause before Jing Yuan says, “...I’d like to think so.”

When you glance at him, Jing Yuan isn’t looking at you. But, you don’t pursue the matter further when you see Yanqing running up to you.

“Will you come pick me up from school again?”

"Where is this coming from?" you ask.

Yanqing shrugs. "It crossed my mind... and I wanted to ask."

Jing Yuan puts a hand on his shoulder. “She might be busy with work.”

“...If your Dad doesn’t mind.” You look at Jing Yuan who meets your eyes. Then, you look back at Yanqing. “I’d love to.”

Yanqing hugs you, and you affectionately pat the top of his head. "Don't forget we still have to bake cookies for Clara!"

“That we do.”

Yanqing holds your hand, and Jing Yuan watches you walk off with him with a genuine smile. And while he's been actively acting on his feelings. This is the first time he feels it.

Hope. Stupid, stupid hope.

Chapter 8

End notes:

As much as I love Team Mom, I'm on Team Dad for this one... XD.

Not related to the story... but I swear I got Wrio fever. 🫠 I have a story idea that's been poking at my brain so much that I lost sleep over it. LOL. Help.

Tag list: @suoshiii @lordbugs @seirenspinel @lxry-chxn @immahuman @queencybow @nqctre @grimreapersscythe @winterpein @asakenajustexistshere

#jing yuan x you #hsr jing yuan #jingyuan x reader #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan

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ghostofskywalker · 9 months

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Where You're Meant to Be - 2

Will Turner/Fem!Reader

Words: 2,017

Summary: After being taken prisoner aboard the Flying Dutchman, you resent the men who have accepted your soul as repayment of another's debt, especially the Captain. It doesn't matter one bit that he's the most attractive man you've ever seen, not at all.

Flower and Meaning: frangipani || the strength to withstand tough challenges

Note: part two of my august work for the @yearofcreation2023!!

Chapters: one || two || three || four

Year of Flowers Masterlist • Will Turner Masterlist

You slowly opened your eyes to see light filtering in through the cracks in the wood, and the feeling of the cot’s bedding against your skin. You slowly reached out and touched the material, and even though it was rough and smelled (just like the rest of the ship) of the sea, you were grateful for the chance to rest on something more gentle than the wooden mast you had been previously tied to. It took a moment to remember all that happened the previous night, and for a moment you worried that it was all a dream. Now all that was missing was a change of clothes and the feeling of stepping out onto dry land, something you would hopefully be able to do soon.

The door to the small room creaked open, and Will Turner stepped inside. He looked tired, and you immediately stood up as if you had been sleeping here in secret, and not as if he hadn’t been the one to allow you in his room. “Is everything alright?” you asked.

He nodded. “On the ship, yes. But I need to tell you something, and it relates to you getting back to shore.”

This was it. He was going to tell you that everything he said last night was a lie and that they’d be tying you to the mast again posthaste. “What is it?” you asked, trying not to sound disappointed.

“It will be a few days before we’ll be anywhere close to land,” he said. “And unless you’d like to take a boat and brave the open seas, you’re stuck here for a little longer.”

Oh. That didn’t seem like it was that worrying, but you supposed after your conversation last night, you did expect to be off this godforsaken ship sooner rather than later. Well, you could attempt to sail off into the sunset yourself, but something in your mind warned you how that might end (and it wasn’t good). “I appreciate the offer of a boat, Captain, but if it’s all the same to you, I’ll wait until you make port.”

A smile crossed Will’s face before he responded. “The Dutchman can’t make port yet, but we’ll get you within sight of land before we let you free, I promise.”

“Why can’t you make port?” You had heard many stories about this ship, but you assumed that at its core it was the same as any other pirate’s vessel, and as far as you were aware, there was no restriction on how often you could stop somewhere.

“As long as I continue to guide the souls of those die at sea to the other side,” Will said. “I may come ashore for one day every ten years, and five years still have to pass before I am allowed to set foot on land again. Like I said, I know what it’s like to be tethered to this ship, and you will not have that fate. The man who wronged you will become part of the crew when he dies, like the rest of them.”

You nodded, and you could see the way his face changed as he spoke. You wanted to know more, but you didn’t want to push him to relive the pain he so obviously had gone through to get here. You had your suspicions about the ship, and the fact that the crew were technically dead, and this only went towards confirming it. “I understand,” you said softly. “And I don’t mind the wait to get to land, as long as you do one thing.”

“And what might that be?”

“You allow me to walk freely among the decks for the remainder of my stay.”

At your demand, Will smiled. “I would never dream of tying you to the mast again, that I can promise.”

***

The experience of stepping out onto the deck of the ship was nerve-wracking. You would be facing an entire crew of (dead) sailors, who believed that the only place for you on this ship was with ropes around your wrists. Other than working in a place where you would come across them quite often, you knew very little about pirates in general. Will had told you that he had no intention of keeping you trapped, but would the rest of the crew listen to him?

It took another day before you truly stopped worrying, and you found yourself fascinated with pirate life. Of course, life on The Flying Dutchman was going to be different than most other ships sailing the high seas, as this crew didn’t really do much in the way of raiding or violence (at least anymore, because you had heard the stories of Davy Jones), but you enjoyed the feeling of the open water and the freedom that being on the deck of a ship brought. No longer tied to land, a piece of your brain whispered at you to stay here forever, or at least to join a true pirate crew when you made landfall again in a few days.

Thankfully, Will kept to his promise. The two of you spent a decent amount of time together, given the fact that you didn’t really want to be around most of the other crew members, whose leering smiles and wandering eyes often caused a shiver to move down your spine, but you never felt that way around Will Turner.

You spent the most time in his room, and he was kind enough to keep allowing you to use his bed. Where he slept now you didn’t know, and you didn’t know if you wanted to ask either.

At night, you spent time with him on the deck of the ship as the rest of the crew slept. The ship often returned to float upon the top of the ocean rather than exist in its depths, and you liked the small break from watching the sea of departed souls travel to between realms (which unsurprisingly, was decidedly depressing). Will was incredibly funny, and your laughter often danced upon the soft waves the ship sailed upon, neither of you caring if you woke up the other crew members. You didn’t know that much about him other than the few pieces of information that had come up in conversation, but he seemed to be more open with you. He was completely alone in life (or death? Honestly, you still weren’t sure), and you could see he had moments where has past ate at him, but you didn’t want to bring him more sorrow, so you kept your questions to yourself.

Well, not all of them.

It was on one of those nights that you finally plucked up the courage to ask him something that you had wanted to from the moment you two had that conversation on the deck and the first time he allowed you to sleep in his room. “Can I steer the ship?”

Will laughed. “Do you even know how to steer a ship like this?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as you approached the wheel.

You were silent for a telling moment before speaking again. “Of course I do!”

“So you have experience?”

Pause. “Yes.” Your voice was a little less certain this time.

“And what experience would that be?”

More silence. He was right, there was no way around it. “Come on, why can’t I just steer for a little bit? What’s the worst that could happen?”

“You could sink my ship, that’s what could happen.”

Now he was lying, and the smiles present on both of your faces were clear that this argument was not that serious. “Can’t this ship never sink though?” you asked, eyebrows raised. “I think that makes it the perfect ship for me to practice with, don’t you?”

He must have known that you were never going to give in with this, so with an exaggerated sigh and a step to the right, you now had access to the giant wooden wheel. This was the brain of the ship, and every tremor that swept through its boards originated at this very point, where you were standing. Staring out at the empty deck in front of you, an image flashed through your mind. In it, you were wearing a pirate’s hat and commanding a crew of your own, but this time in broad daylight. The sun was high in the sky as you spun the wheel and moved freely through the water, wind catching in the sails as pirate colors flew high from the mast.

And through all this, Will was there as well. It may seem like something of a shock, but the logical part of your brain knew exactly why he was part of this particular fantasy. In the time since you stopped hating him, it had become even more difficult to ignore how attractive he was, and there was a part of you that wanted to escape back to land so that the recurring fantasies of kissing him underneath the moonlight would finally stop playing each time you slept, the smell of him strongly intertwined with the rough bedding you fell asleep against every time.

You pulled the wheel to one side, and the ship jerked loudly. It didn’t completely turn upside down, but there was a shift in the direction, and a slightly uncomfortable rocking of the boat that was echoed by the movement of the water. “Whoa!” Will said, rushing back to stand right beside you rather than a few paces away (as he had been before). “What are you doing?”

“Turning. I have everything under control, I promise.”

He tried to look stern, but a smile peeked out anyway. “Somehow I doubt that,” he said, stepping even closer. Now he was standing right behind you, and he gently moved so that his hands were covering yours as they rested on the spokes of the wheel. “How about I help you steer for a little?”

You wanted to make a joke about him not trusting you, or wanted to move a little bit farther away from him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. The feeling of his body against yours and his head almost leaning on your shoulder was intoxicating, and you desperately wanted to turn around and kiss him.

But you didn’t; instead you just stood there and relished in the feeling of his hands covering yours as you gently moved the ship in a large circle around a piece of the open ocean. You were no pirate - this whole experience had taught you that you were far from a natural at all this, but boy did you want to learn more if he was going to be the one to teach you.

After Will pulled back slightly, softly saying that he trusted you to not ruin the ship at this point, you turned around and pulled him into a hug. The two of you separated, but now you were faced with a new issue. He was within kissing distance, and you really really wanted to change that.

The movement was slow, the two of you ever-so-gently testing the waters as you brought your faces closer together, and at first you didn’t even realize that you were doing it. But then all of the sudden his lips were right there, and you were all ready to cross that final bit of distance between you.

Until one of the men from below the deck sneezed so loudly that you pulled away from each other.

“I’m so sorry,” Will said, as if he had suddenly come to his senses. “I didn’t mean to imply anything-”

“It’s fine,” you said, the moment having completely fizzled away for you too. “I’m sorry too.”

It hurt to lie like that, to imply that you didn’t actually want to finish what you started. But all of this had suddenly become too messy, and there were too many unknowns about your situation for you to feel confident jumping headfirst into something more with him.

No matter how much you wished that crew member had sneezed just a few moments later.

- end of part two -

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jenniferjareauwife · 1 month

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Bottled Up

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: depression

word count: 706

age: 15

summary: your mom noticed somethings going on with you and wants to do everything she can to help

I had slept in past my alarm for 10 minutes. Well not really sleeping, just laying in bed and hoping that my mom had left for work so I could just skip school. "Y/n." I groaned to myself as I heard my mom's voice on the other side of my door.

"Come in." I told her quietly. She walked in, shutting the door behind her before turning off my alarm. She slid into bed next to me, putting her arm over my waist and holding me close to her. No matter how old I was, cuddles from my mom always helped and she knew that.

"I called your school, told them you were sick today." She laced her fingers with mine and gave my hand a squeeze.

"You did that?"

"Yeah. I could tell you needed a break." She stayed quiet, seeming like she wanted me to say something. "Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"Wanna come downstairs? We can have some ice cream."

"For breakfast?"

"Yeah." I stayed quiet for a few moments. "Come on hon. You've gotta get some food in your system."

"I'm not hungry."

"Honey...you've gotta eat something, ok?"

"Fine. But can it wait til later? I really like my bed." She laughed softly and nodded. "I promise I'll eat."

"Honey?"

"Hm?"

"What's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean." She propped herself up on her elbow and moved my hair away from my face. "I'm your mom, you may think I'm oblivious but I notice things." I stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. "Look...you don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to but I'd prefer if you'd talk about it sooner rather than later. It's not good to keep it all bottled up."

"I just...I don't know how to explain it, you know?"

"Yeah I get it."

"I want to talk about it. I just don't know how to get the words out."

"Do you want me to call your therapist? I can schedule an appointment for you again if you feel like you need it." She kissed my temple while waiting for my response.

"Yeah I think...I think that'd be good."

"I'll call her later today, ok?" I nodded in response, turning around so I was face to face with her. "Oh honey..." She sighed when she saw a tear rolling down my cheek, wiping it away and leaving a kiss in its place.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"I feel so empty...all the time. It's just really overwhelming. Nothing makes me happy anymore. I don't want to do anything...everything's boring and I don't get joy from anything." The words came spilling out and I didn't know how to stop them. She was my mom, the best mom in the world, I knew she would understand and do whatever it takes to help me. "I just...I don't see the point in things anymore, you know? There's no reason for anything. We just exist because someone wanted to see us suffer." She laughed at that.

"I would not be surprised if that were the case."

"Why aren't you at work?"

"I knew you needed me."

"How'd you know?"

"My parental instincts."

"Your spidey sense?" She laughed loudly.

"Sure you can call it that." She tucked my hair behind my ear again before rubbing my back. "You know how important you are to me, right? How much I love you."

"Yeah."

"You're the most important person in my life hon. Don't you ever forget that, alright? You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I knew the voices in your head are probably telling you something else, I know after this you might want to shut me out even more but don't. I'm your mom and I love you more than life itself." I teared up at her words. "Aw don't cry baby." She wiped my tears and kissed my forehead.

"I'm-"

"No apologizing." I nodded. "Let's go downstairs, have some ice cream and binge watch Station 19, how does that sound?"

"That sounds really good mom. Thank you."

"Of course. Anything for my baby." She wrapped me in a bear hug, reminding me why everyone calls her mama bear. She gave me an over exaggerated kiss on the top of my head before dragging me out of bed. "I love you kiddo."

"I love you too mom."

#criminal minds #jennifer jareau #x reader #daughter reader #jennifer jareau x reader

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Object #5

(Akatsuki)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to m-joice]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,538

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Characters include: Pain/Nagato, Konan, Sasori, Tobi, Kakuzu

Itachi too but he's living his best NPC/background character life

Choking/Slapping

Dry humping

Name Calling: Whiney, Bitch

Death /Violence Threats

Little heated at the end (obviously ^)

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My body aches as Nagato shifts me around, freeing one of his arms to open the door to the hideout. The aches are courtesy of our travel home, the cruel heat of the sun, and Pain's last bit of time to have me to himself.

Our long-term trip was nice and rather enjoyable even if he was the normal brick wall of nonexistent emotions. I like it when I get time alone with Pain, he's a little less 'I want the world to burn' and a little more 'I want the world to simmer'.

But, that's done for now, which makes me a bit nervous. Almost a month away from the other members means a lot of pent-up needs and the promise of them filling their needs cruelly, in any way necessary.

The thought makes me stiffen and causes my fingers to dig into Nagato's shoulders deeper. "We are not even through the door yet, what could you possibly be upset about?" He grumbles, arm back around my leg once the door swings open.

"I'm not upset. I'm just... worried, I suppose."

"Worried about what?" He asks, his tune still bored and a bit annoyed. I'm shifted backward, Pain using me to push the door closed. "Princess, you're upsetting me," he continues to grumble when I don't answer. Nagato takes a slow pace down the hallway, his footsteps silent so as to not startle the other members. "I cannot fix a worry I do not know about."

"Just your... employees," I mutter, burying my head into his neck. His chain necklace is warm for once, the metal weighing on my nose because of my placement.

"They are not employees."

"Then what are they?"

My question is ignored, silence feeling the imaginary space between us. Pain has picked up the habit of carrying me around on his back, insisting it's because he wants to travel further before dark or the occasional excuse that I get tired quicker than he does.

"Why are you worried about the members?" He mutters after a while, stopping at the hallway intersection. Nagato's head swirls back and forth, shifting his decision between heading towards his office or stopping in our room first. "Princess, I am about five seconds away from making sleep outside. Why are you worried about the members?" Pain's patients are almost nonexistent at this point of the day, his anger bubbling the longer I take to answer.

"We were gone for a while and they get a little... needy, is all. I mean, they're always needy when we leave for some personal time but we were gone longer than usual."

"It was not personal time," Nagato mumbles, finally deciding to head towards his office. "It was simply some time away, a break on your body."

"Wasn't much of a break last night," I mutter, picking my head up and scanning the hallway. Sooner or later one of his members is going to pop up. They're all usually home by now unless they're on an away mission.

He's 'displeased' by my comment, proven by him dropping his hold on me. Despite that, his hands shoot up to grip my wrists, helping me slide back onto my feet. "I will take of it."

"Like, stringing Hidan in a tree - take care of it, or?" I ask, balling his robe in my hands, continuing to let the terrorist lead me forward.

"I will inform them at dinner that you are off limits," Nagato huffs out, my questions picking at the minimal amount of patience he has at the moment.

"Explain?"

A deep sigh escapes the man, just a hint of his body deflating alongside the noise. "I will give you forty-eight hours. I will tell them you are not to be touched, and then I will limit them."

"Limit them?" I push, tugging on the cloth in my hold so I can run my hands under Pain's shirt.

His movement stalls, but not before his hand snakes backward to grip my wrists, stopping my plan to feel his skin against mine again. "I will give you a week of no physicality. Your mouth is more than capable of handling them. Is that a suitable time frame for their needs to even out?"

I hum a yes, enjoying the sight and feeling of Pain's fingers knotted alongside mine. "Thank you."

"Be silent, your voice is becoming annoying." The command is harsh but soft enough that I almost miss it when Nagato opens his office door. "I have work to do. If you will be silent you can be a pretty object for me to look at. If a sound spills from you, I will leave you to the members to use until dinner. Am I understood?"

I nod my head, yes, trailing into the small room after the annoyed man. The room is dark, at least until Pain flips the light switch, flooding the room with the soft yellow of its lightbulb. "Find somewhere out of the way to sit," he mutters, dropping our bags on his desk before rummaging through them. "Perhaps you can read your new book as I work."

Again, I nod yes as I curl up against his side, watching him search for one of my newest gifts. "Good, be silent, be out of the way," he mutters, shoving one of the books into my hands.

It's the one on origami I begged him to buy. One of the booths we stumbled upon during our trip was covered in little paper statues, piquing my interest. I saw it as a waste buying the folded papers especially when the person running the stand was also selling 'how to' books, hence why I got my way.

"Now, out from under my feet," Nagato orders, shooing me away. I do as I'm told, finding a space in the room to curl up in and start my new read.

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A knock on the door fills the room, pulling both Pain's and my attention. Despite his insistence that I stay out of the way, I've slowly been tugged into his lap by the unattached man himself. As he looks over different scrolls and papers I don't understand I've been folding scrap papers trying - and failing - to make a swan.

A warning glance is sent my way, a nonverbal command to once again stay quiet and stay out of the way. I do as expected of me, focusing back on my book as I attempt to fold the paper correctly this time. "Come in," Nagato's voice echoes, his arms loose but still very present around my waist. Konan must be the one who knocked.

I'm proven right when the door swings open, the all-business woman standing in the frame. "Welcome back, Pain," she mutters walking into the room. She settles across the table from us, a silent staring contest going on as Konan refuses to acknowledge me and Pain refuses to speak until she does.

Like always, Koana loses. A soft, "Lapdog," is muttered in my direction with a paired glare. It's good enough for Nagato, who goes into a ramble about whatever the hell he did while we were in the Leaf and Sound villages.

Their conversation becomes background noise as I mess with the sheet, my impatience and anger quickly bubbling as I fail at getting the swan to come out right again. Nagato's hand shifts up, cupping my face to massage my jaw which I hadn't noticed was clenching.

"Dumb dog, pay attention" Konan mumbles, ripping the paper from my hands. Her eyes flicker to my book for a second before they settle back on the sheet of paper. My sights trail over her fingers, watching the way she folds the paper. I don't know if I'm more pissed or happy when she tugs on the paper, shifting the page into a proper swan.

Once again her attention shifts to my book, flipping through the pages before she settles on a page. Her eyes scan for a second before she steals another sheet from me.

"As I was saying," Nagato says, arms falling back to my hips. I drown him out, finding it pointless to pay attention to a conversation that'll give me more questions than answers.

Instead, I pay attention to the paper lady, leaning forward to see what page she landed on. Go figure, it's the dog folding technique. Konan is still focused on the conversation, not even bothered to pay attention to her hands as she folds the paper.

Despite the lack of focus, the sheets turn out exactly like the example picture, ticking me off even more. I shouldn't be surprised Konan is good at origami, after all, she is the paper ninja.

Throughout the unofficial meeting, her eyes flicker between Nagato and me, making sure I'm paying attention to the slow movements of her hands and how she folds the paper. By the time she gets up to leave, five little paper statues cover Nagato's desk.

"Pain," she mumbles, nodding her goodbye before turning towards me. "Useless Mutt," she mutters my way before turning on her heels to leave. She leaves behind her folded papers; a swan, a dog, a butterfly, a frog, and a flower.

Nagato sighs, head resting against my shoulder for a second before he turns back to his work. I go back to my scraped papers, slowly folding them in the ways Konan showed me.

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The dining room is tense, the weight of Pain's orders about me hanging in the air. Despite his orders, Nagato toys with the hem of my dress, his boner pressed against my butt as I sit on his lap. I'm not too surprised, his body has grown used to me warming his dick during our meals and for once I'm not.

The room is mostly silent, besides the sound of Itachi and Deidara in the kitchen making dinner. Everyone - besides Sasori - stares at me, everyone soaking in the uncomfortable atmosphere. I swear the sexual tension in the room is thick enough to choke someone.

Sasori's eyes are focused on my hands that toy with the fingers Pain hasn't settled on my thigh. "Puppet?" He calls, glancing at his leader before settling on my fingers again. "Give me your hand."

I let out a hum, turning my attention to the puppeteer. "Why?"

I don't get an answer. Instead, his eyes flicker around as he shifts forward, being careful to wrap up my hand and not touch Pain. Sasori moves slowly, tugging my arm toward him before resting it on the table. His fingertips slide over my skin, shifting the position of my arm how he wants it.

My eyes trail after his movements, curiosity sparked at whatever the puppet master has planned. Sasori's hands duck down, snatching Nagato's attention. Pain's hand tightens on my leg, shifting it further away from the puppeteer. Besides that, Nagato leaves me be, letting Sasori do whatever he has planned.

Sasori's hands jump back up, clenched around a box of markers. He settles the box on the table, snapping the lid open before he looks through the colors. He settles on one, a mossy green.

The room fills with the popping of the top being tugged off the marker, jump-starting the room into normalcy. Conversations pick up, everything from Pain being filled in about recent missions to the weather.

Focuses shift away from me, breaking some of the tension in the room, and putting my body at ease. I settle against Nagato's chest, watching as Sasori hovers his marker over different parts of my arm. The tip dips down, pressing the cool ink into my skin as he trails it over my arm. A continuous line twirls over my skin, starting from the dip of my elbow before ending in a rolled line across my wrist.

Ori mumbles to himself, flapping his hand around to help the ink dry as he focuses on the marker box again. I watch him toy with the colors before tugging two of them out, both slightly different greens from the line pressed into my skin.

Pain glances down, eyes settling on Sasori's fingers gently skirting over my skin as he adds different-sized oval shapes to the line. Nagato's attention doesn't stay there long though, it snaps to the box. He tugs the box over, eyes scanning it before settling it back in place. The big 'washable ink' label faces us, helping me make Pain's actions make sense.

Sasori doesn't seem to care - or notice. His focus is on the ovals, adding details to make them look like leaves. "Two colors?" He says, placing the greens back into their spots.

"Um... orange and purple, I guess," I mutter, watching as he tugs out different shades of my answer.

Ori continues doodling on my arm, trailing different circle-themed shapes against the vine. Now and again his fingertips rub against my arm, smudging and rubbing away the lines he doesn't like. "I am bored, speak puppet," he orders, eyes glancing at me for a second before they fall back to his project.

"Pain got me some new books while we were away," I start, watching for a reaction. It's hard to tell what Sasori likes and doesn't like hearing about. A hum is sent my way as he focuses on filling in the off-brand circles that I've managed to figure out are flowers. "I'm excited about one of them. Well, I'm excited about all of them but the one I'm going to read first is about - "

"This is an unamusing conversation. Talk about something else," he grumbles, getting a pointed look from Pain, one that Sasori doesn't see, but definitely feels. "Please," he adds, his marker being pressed into my skin a bit harsher.

"While I was away we took a detour to the Sound Village. I got to see a weird snake-looking man. His eyeliner was on point though," I ramble, describing the man Pain had a very heated conversation with. That seems to pique Sasori's interest, just enough that his eyes flicker up on occasion as I speak.

When the puppeteer is done with his work, my arm is fanned again to help all the ink dry. The trailing vine is coated in differently shaped leaves. Different shades and designed flowers decorate my skin too, in the orange and purple I requested. "How pretty," Ori mumbles, rubbing his marker-tinted fingertips over the art. "Don't ruin it," he orders, eyes set on me.

"I won't," I answer, getting an approving head nod in return. My eyes trail over the design, causing a smile to tug at the corners of my mouth. What a nifty little artist the puppet master is.

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Itachi's crow waddles around my shoulders, its beak knotting in my hair as it tries to eat it... or maybe it's trying to pluck it, I can't tell. Nonetheless, there's a crow in my hair and a crow-themed boy standing near me.

My little bubble of paradise with Nagato has been popped, leaving him doing something with Konan as I'm left to my own devices. Seeing how tense some of the members are, I've decided sitting on the counter as Itachi washes the dinnerware is probably my safest bet until Pain is back in the building.

So far that's been true. He's on the outskirts of my little world, hands submerged in the sink as I read one of my new books out loud, nodding his head along as I read to him. Occasionally Itachi will murmur, asking me to repeat something he didn't hear or correcting my pronunciation of I word I jumble up, reminding me that he is listening and I'm not wasting my breath.

"Dolly!" Tobi's voice rings out, cutting off my sentence. Itachi's eyes glance towards me before landing back on his task, leaving me to deal with the childish man on my own.

Said man-child is quickly in the kitchen, his body constantly shifting because of his inability to stand still. "Tobs," I call back, scanning the pink paper bag in his hands.

"I did what you said," he says, shaking the bag as he moves closer to me. "I've been waiting forever to share these with you."

"You did what I said?" I ask, setting my book down before I shift on the counter.

"Yes! You said next time I find a sweet treat I should bring you some so you can try it. So, on my last mission, I stopped and got us some jelly beans to share," Tobi rambles on, setting the bag down before he pulls out a couple of bags of jelly beans. He continues to ramble, running around the kitchen in search of a pair of scissors and a bowl.

"That sounds cool, Tobs," I coo, smiling at his little information dump even though I don't understand half the things he's saying. "Thank you for thinking of me."

"Of course, Dolly," he chirps, settling the now jelly bean-filled bowl in my lap. "The pink ones are strawberry flavored. They're my favorite."

"Oh ya?" I ask, digging through the bowl. I pick up a few of the pink-colored ones, popping a few in my mouth before tapping on Tobi's mask.

He's reluctant as he lifts it, his movements slow as he uncovers the bottom of his face. After I drop the remaining ones in his mouth, Tobs snaps his mask back in place. "The orange ones are, well orange. White is melon, purple is grape, the like tan looking ones are peach, and the yellow ones are banana flavored."

I hum in response, picking out a few beans of each color so we - well, so I can try them. Our circle repeats, a few of one color for me, taps to Tobi's mask, his slow shift of the obnoxiously orange face covering, and a few for him.

"Which one is your favorite?" He asks, chewing away at the last favor we tried.

"I'm not sure. They all have their positives and negatives," I answer him, scooping up some more of the sugary snack.

"Or maybe you're just not a jelly bean fan," Tobi giggles, shaking the candy out of my hand before he mimics my previous movements. He picks up some of the snack, picking at them in his palm before plopping them in my mouth like I was doing to him. "I'll get us a different treat next time I'm out. We'll find the candy really, really like."

"Whatever you say, Tobs," I giggle out around my mouth full of jellies.

"Maybe next time I'll grab a box of pocky sticks," he mutters, focused on sorting the beans by flavor. "I'll get all the different flavors for us to try."

"Alright, Tobi." The answer is good enough for Mr Happy-Go-Lucky, who's back to prancing in place as he snacks on and feeds me more of the sweet treat.

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"Why are you never where I need you to be?" A voice rings out, paired with a hand gripping my throat. I'm tugged out of the chair in Nagato's office, where I was curled up to try and read my book again.

The book tumbles to the floor as I'm lifted, another fit of yelling aimed my way before I have time to process who or why I'm being yelled at. "I swear you're the most useless Penny I've ever owned. Why can't you be where I need you?"

It's Kakuzu yelling at me because, of course, it is. I swear the man probably ran around the hideout yelling at me while I was away with Pain, even though I wasn't physically around to piss him off. I'm just the scapegoat for his anger problem.

"Zu," I whimper, trying to wiggle my fingers under his to loosen his grip. It's not as tight as usual, Nagato's little speech at dinner keeping the assassin at bay enough not to leave proof of his disobedience.

"Why are always so whiny? Hm? Why are you such a whiny bitch?" He grumbles, using my throat to lift me over the chair and resting me against his chest. "Forty-four more hours until I can stuff your mouth and stop all that whiny shit," Kakuzu taunts, hands falling to my thighs, gripping them and forcibly rubbing me against his erection.

"Zu," I hiss, clinging to his shoulders and tightening my legs around his waist to try to stop my forced movements. It doesn't work. If anything it encourages him more to dry hump me. "Kakuzu, you heard Pain. Knock it off."

"Tattletale," he groans, shoving my hips into his, leaving himself pressed under my skirt, but stopping the forced grinding.

Somewhat stopping the forced movement. Kakuzu starts moving, causing me to rub against him as he walks around the chair. He plops down in it, making sure I shift and I'm slammed against his dick when he sits down, temporally satisfying his needs.

"Pervy old man," I mutter, shifting so I'm kneeling over his lap instead of having myself pressed into his groin.

Kakuzu's hand swings forward, a warning slap landing on my cheek. It's gentler than normal, again his attempt to be able to deny anything I might tell Nagato, but pain still aches across my skin. "I swear, if you're not whining, you're bitching," he groans, shoving my hips back down so he's against me.

Despite the ridged man being, well, ridged, his fingers still prod at my tingling skin, toying with it. Whimpers spill from me caused by the forced burning under his fingertips, making Kakuzu twitch in his pants. "Penny," his attempt at cooing comes out cold and dark, almost a dare to insult him again. "Even though you are the most useless thing in this world, I have something for you."

"You bought me something?" I ask, tilting my head into his hold now that the burning pain has gone numb.

He chuckles as I scan over his bare face, enjoying the rare sight of it. My fingers jumps up, softly tracing the stitches on his face as the sound of his cocky laughter fills the room. "Of course not. You're not worth spending money on."

"Oh," I hum out, letting my hands tumble to his shoulders. I know it's not in my best interest but I push the collar of his shirt out of the way, tracing the stitches wrapped over his shoulders. "Did you make me something then?"

Again, his cackle rings out, hands tightening around my hips to shove me further up his clothed shaft. "You're not worth the effort. I stole your present off a dead guy."

My thoughts flicker around, everywhere from old coins out of circulation to the dead guy's femur. Kakuzu's laughter only grows from the look on my face, the sound as taunting as ever. "Would you like to see your gift?" He finally asks, his voice coming out as a hiss because of he attempts to silence his chuckles.

"Yes please," I answer, shifting my touch back to his face. It doesn't stay there long though. My fingertips trail up to Zu's loose locks, his hair down for the day since Pain didn't assign any new missions at dinner. It still surprises me how soft Kakuzu's hair is. Though since it's wrapped up in his head coverings most of the time I guess it's not that surprising.

He moves around under me, shifting more than needed so I tumble around his lap as he digs through his pockets. When Zu's hands are placed in front of me, they're both balled up in fists. "Pick a hand, Penny."

The words frighten me a bit, partly because I don't know what to expect, but mainly because Kakuzu never plays fair. "Left," I whisper, getting rewarded with a smack to my cheek and another round of howls from the assassin.

Once again the skin of my cheek stings and aches as Zu rubs it. "You should have seen your face when you realized you failed. It was not as terrible as usual. Perhaps you're not as useless as you seem."

His hands duck behind my back, shifting around to set up for the next round of our game. My heartbeat seems loud in my ears as Kakuzu settles his hands between us again. His glowing green eyes scan my face, a sinister smile resting on his lips as he awaits my answer. "Um... right."

"Are you sure?" He mutters, his eyes tense as he looks down at me.

"Yes," I whisper, snapping my eyes shut in preparation for another failed round. Instead of Zu's big hand making contact with my cheek, a hard and chilled circle is pressed against the sore skin.

Slowly I flutter my eyes open, being met with unamused Kakuzu. "You're a lot more entertaining when you fail," he groans, the hand not pressing the mystery item to my cheek moving to grip my right wrist.

Zu's movements are as rough as always, forcing my wrist upward before shoving the items on my finger. My eyes shift down, looking over the smudged and chunky gold band around my middle finger. "You got me a ring?" I mutter, nervously glancing at the assassin. He's never nice, especially this nice without a 'but' added to the end.

Kakuzu shifts, slouching in the fluffy chair. I'm moved again, rubbing against his hard-on once again as he stretches out. "I killed a rouge for their bounty and stripped the jewelry off them," Zu mutters, his hands toying with my skirt, shoving it up and down my thighs. "The pawn shop I took it to said the ring was fake gold so it's no use to me. Do not get it wet, I don't need a lecture from Pain about turning you green."

"Yes, Sir," I mutter, leaning forward to crash my lips against his. It's a dumb move, a move that'll tempt Kakuzu even more to crack his flimsy obedience to Nagato, but if I give the cold-hearted man some positive reinforcement, maybe he'll do nice things more often. "What do you want in return?" I mumble, refusing to just wait around for the other shoe to drop.

"I told you, the ring is worthless, it would have ended up in the trash," he grumbles, his eyes stuck on my lips as his legs move in circles, rubbing himself against me. "Though a few more kisses would be nice unless you're going to be a loose-lipped bitch and tell Pain."

"Oh, so it's a 'shut up' gift," I tease, trailing kisses across his knitted face. "You just gave me the ring so I wouldn't tattle on your desperate old man humping."

Kakuzu's hand shoots forward again, this time gripping my face, forcing me to look into his liquid emerald eyes. "I could break your fucking jaw or snap your neck, those would be officiant 'shut up' gifts."

My eyes shift, looking at the wall behind him as I tilt my head in his grasp. "Or we could make out."

"Ya, that's what I thought you meant," he grumbles, dropping his hold on my cheeks to shove me against his torso. "Now, stop bitching for once."

"Yes, sir."

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ya-zz · 4 months

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Hello! Could you write about Lucio and a fem!reader? Could be whatever actually, i just need my froggy boyyy he’s so sweet 🥹

We love the froggy boy ♥ Apologies it took awhile to get to, got a lil hectic over here..

Thank you so much for requesting!

Lúcio x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1345

He made a promise to his fans to get the next single out, sooner rather than later. Problem was, he had hit a slump. Nothing was sounding right. The lyrics weren’t hitting the right tones, or frequencies he’d say. Too much bass, too little synth. It just wasn’t right.

It wasn’t the first time he had felt like this and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the last, but this time was different. No matter what Lúcio tried to do, nothing was fitting the way he had imagined and as much as he hated admitting defeat, he threw his headphones down onto his desk and walked away.

Pacing up and down his apartment, he mumbles to himself, not hearing the door opening and you entering.

“Oh… Lúcio…” You say quietly, placing your coat and bag down before approaching the artist. Your hands pull at his arms. “Lucio, come here.”

He lets you drag him to the sofa before taking a seat beside you. You pull him close, arm wrapping around his shoulders as he rests his head on your shoulder and lets out a defeated sigh.

“Nothing is sounding right.” He admits, his hand playing with yours on your lap.

“You’ve been at it for days now. You need a break. Rest, Lúcio. Please.” You plead, rubbing your hand up and down his arm.

He grumbles against you, eyes shutting slowly as his body relaxes against your touch. Eventually, his body slumps completely, resting against you as he falls asleep. A small, amused sigh escapes your lips as you leave him there, cuddling him and falling asleep with him a few moments later.

…

The night goes by as the two of you lay there on the sofa, Lúcio sleeping on your chest with his arms wrapped around your torso. He sleeps soundly, not mumbling or jerking about, it was like his body needed you to be with him. Lúcio enjoys spending the nights with you, regardless of what has been happening. You are his comfort, the one he goes to when he needs help. You calm him and his mind.

It was a peaceful slumber the two of you shared together. Two hearts beating together.

The rhythm of your heart was music to Lúcio’s ears, so much so that he wakes humming a tune to it, that’s when it hit him. It was still early morning, 4:28am to be precise, when Lúcio nearly jumped off of you and races to his computer. The sudden motion stirs you awake, forcing you to sit up on the sofa and look at him.

“Lúcio…?” Your raspy voice calls out to him.

“I’ve got it!” He exclaims, not moving his focus from the monitor. “Oh-hoh they’re gonna love this!”

You smile before falling back down on the sofa, hands reaching for the phone that was sat in your pocket. Looking at the time, you sigh and turn back to him but don’t say anything. He’s in his moment, one where he doesn’t like being disturbed.

You admire the way he works, the way he focuses on what needs to be done, not wanting to let others down. Lúcio was in his element, adding the bass; the rhythm of your heart. He smiles to himself as you drift back off to sleep.

Another few hours go by and Lúcio was still working on his new single. Everything was finally falling into place, it was finally sounding the way he had imagined. He turned back a few times to witness you lightly snoring on the sofa but never went by to wake you. He watched the soft rise and fall of your chest, undisturbed by any of his remarks or outbursts.

Lúcio’s heart was beating faster the more he composed his single, a fire burning inside of him as everything was finally put together.

11am rolls around and you finally wake up. Lúcio was no longer at his workstation, instead he was in his kitchen making coffee for him and you. You stir awake from the smell, sitting up on the sofa and looking over the back.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He smiles over at you, walking over with your mug. You respond with a good morning and a smile.

“Thanks.” You take the mug from him. “Have you slept?”

“Not since I woke up.” He plops himself down on the cushion beside you, legs crossing as he leans forward and grins at you.

“What is it?” You ask coyly.

“I’ve finished it.” Lúcio keeps his wide grin. “Finish your coffee and come listen!”

You giggle, sipping your coffee. “You’re cute.”

“Nah, not as cute as you.” Lúcio jabs back as his cheeks heat up.

“Oh stop it.” Your cheeks only rise in temperature too, a shy smile being hidden by your mug.

You could tell your partner was excited, the little erratic hand movements, twitching fingers as he taps them in rhythm against the mug. Music and adrenaline was practically coursing through his veins as he watches you sip on your coffee.

“Lúcio, calm down.” You smile at him, finishing your cup just as the musician grabs you by the arm and practically drags you over to his set up.

He puts the headphones over your ears, arms wrapping around your shoulders as he rests his head in the crook of your neck.

“Shhh, just listen.” He kisses your cheek, pressing play on the audio track.

The music starts slow, a gentle, almost soothing rhythm of drums and bass. It calms your mind, the frequencies hitting the right sections of your brain as it plays out. When the rest of the ensemble plays, you could feel the effort he had put into it; the amount of hours he had spent making sure each note was perfect, that it was in the right key with the right tempo.

Your eyes close as you listen to the melody. It was softer than his usual music but it was pleasant as you smile softly.

“It’s beautiful, Lúcio.” You whisper, leaning to rest your head on his.

“You inspired me to change it. I was looking at it from the wrong angle.” He admits with a chuckle. “If it weren’t for you, it wouldn’t be complete.”

Your cheeks flush. “Now you’re just saying that.”

“It’s true!” He pulls the headphones from your ears and pulls you in for a hug. His hands rest on your lower back as he pulls back, a shy smile on his face. “You’ve changed everything… If it weren’t for you, my slump would’ve taken over and I wouldn’t keep producing music.”

He pauses for a moment as he stares at you, admiring the way your eyes light up at his words.

“That’s your version.” He looks away. “That song. It’s yours.”

Your hand turns his head to face you again before brushing over his hair behind his ear. “You did not have to do anything for me.” Your voice was soft as you plant a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “Thank you. I love it.”

You watched as Lúcio’s eyes lit up with that same sparkle he saw in yours. His eyes crease as he smiles wide, hugging you tight.

It wasn’t long after that when Lúcio released his next hit single. It didn’t hit quite the same as the one he gifted for you, however, but the fans enjoyed what he had put out there. You had a little piece of him wherever you went, a constant song that was playing in your head or on your phone whenever he wasn’t around and when he was, it was playing in the background when the pair of you were home.

He watched as the streams and downloads rose, but it was all the same to him. When he hears you humming along to the song he made for you as you were making dinner, his heart flutters and he can’t help but sigh happily.

Lúcio whispers quietly as he watches you, admiring the little dance you’ve made alongside his music. “I love you.”

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heroloverangel · 11 months

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Useful

Dad Mirio continues to live rent-free in my head 24/7

Sometimes you wonder if your husband is even human. It’s been almost two weeks since you gave birth, and Mirio’s barely let you lift a finger since you went into labor. He’s handled every diaper change, every late night feeding, and every chore around the house before you can even begin to sit up. He’s always had a ridiculous amount of energy, but it’s starting to border on manic at this point. You don’t know when he’s had the chance to sleep, it feels like he’s always ready to jump up in a rush to do anything he can for you.

You know most people would be thrilled to have a partner ready and waiting to serve their every need, but it’s getting a little overwhelming every time he gently shoos you away when you try to help wash dishes or fold the laundry. It’s not how he normally acts, and you decide to get to the bottom of this mystery sooner rather than later.

It’s nearly three in the morning when you hear Tomo crying from his crib at the end of your bed and Mirio’s instantly hopping up to fetch a bottle. “You go back to sleep, I got it,” he announces brightly, and you reach out to grab his arm before he leaves.

“No, let me get this one. I’m the one with the boobs,” you point out and he lets out a cheerful little laugh.

“You sure? I don’t mind-”

You use his stronger body for leverage to pull yourself up and then push him back down to the mattress. “Mirio, get some sleep. I can handle our kid for a whole twenty minutes, I swear.” He looks up at you for a second before his warm smile spreads across his face and he gives you an encouraging thumbs up. Picking your son up is the most exercise you’ve had in weeks, and you appreciate the familiar stretch from using your muscles as you carry the fussy baby out of the bedroom. Once settled on the couch, Tomo’s immediately placated when he latches onto your breast for a well-earned snack.

“Hey little guy, how’s it going?” He blinks up at you lazily, soothed by the sound of your voice and heartbeat beside him. “I don’t know what’s gotten into Daddy right now, I promise he’s not usually this weird.” You laugh to yourself, remembering the first time you’d sparred with him in class and accidentally punched him in the crotch when he’d phased out of his clothes. “Alright, not this kind of weird.” You look down at those eyes you’ve been in love with since high school and sigh happily. Those Togata genes are just too strong, it would have been way more of a surprise if your child didn’t look so much like Mirio. You hum quietly as he drinks his fill, and it’s not long before he falls asleep cradled in your arms. Satisfied with a job well done, you sneak into the bedroom and carefully deposit him back into his crib with no complaints.

Mirio’s breathing evenly, but you can tell he’s still awake. “You did great, babe. He loves you so much.”

You cuddle against his chest and stare at him for a long moment. “Hey, Mirio? Are you, y’know, okay?”

His smile falters for a second before he brushes it off. “Yeah. Better than okay, I’m great!” You don’t respond and he glances away. “Why? What’s up?”

“You’ve just been, I don’t know, super restless since we came home. And it’s not like I don’t appreciate everything you’re doing, you’re amazing, but it feels like you don’t want me to help at all.”

He doesn’t respond at first, and you wonder if he’s going to avoid the question entirely. Finally he runs a hand through his messy hair and gives a frustrated sigh. “It’s not that. I guess I just feel kinda guilty.” You’re confused, and he makes himself continue. “I know I sort of torpedoed your spot in the rankings and I’ve always felt bad about that,” he admits, and that point is hard to argue. Your debut wasn’t as spectacular as his, but cracking into the top 150 in your first hero ranking was still an impressive achievement. Taking a long hiatus so soon into your career kicked you off the board entirely, to the point where a lot of fans don’t even realize Lemillion’s wife is also a hero on temporary leave. You’ve never held it against him, though; it took both of you to get you pregnant. Mirio clears his throat. “Then in the hospital, when they said you had to get a c-section, it was really awful to just stand there and do nothing while you had to go through all that.”

“There was nothing for you to do,” you reason with him and ruffle his hair. He grabs your hand and kisses your fingers.

“I know, but that doesn’t make it any better. I hate feeling so useless.”

It’s surprising to hear him admit that. “You’re not useless.”

“Maybe not, but it still feels that way.” His fingers wrap around yours and squeeze tightly. “You’ve done so much already, so I figured it’s only fair if I do everything for awhile while you just relax.”

You sigh and free yourself to cup his face in your hands. “Mirio, we’re in this together. You couldn’t have the baby, but you were right there the entire time taking care of me. I was only able to handle all of it because I had you with me, and you know that’s not nothing.” You gaze over at Tomo, still fast asleep where you left him, and turn Mirio’s head to look at him. “You were the first person he ever met, and the first thing he got to see was how much you love him. There’s no way that could ever be useless.”

Before you can say anything else, you’re smothered in a sudden bear hug that knocks all the air from your lungs. “You’re right,” he sniffles with an enormous grin. “You know I’ve always been jealous of how much smarter you are.” With this weight lifted from his shoulders, it doesn’t take long for Mirio to drift off into a peaceful sleep. Your only regret is that you’re wrapped too tightly in his arms to escape to the bathroom for the next several hours.

#hero dadcademia #mirio togata x reader #bnha x reader

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okay, but imagine. Sub Frollo misbehaving so you ban him from any sexual contact and he thinks he’s going to be fine with it.

cut to day three and he’s begging in tears to at least let him put part of you in his mouth, if not full blown eating you out. And of course, you being you, you tease him mercilessly.

if you could do headcannons or a oneshot, I would be extremely grateful!

that’s all, thank you for all your hard work!

tw: a bit of misogyny, foot worship

"I can't believe you said it" you stormed into your chamber, casting an angry glance at your husband. "You dare claiming that man is superior to woman?"

Frollo chuckled maliciously.

"Of course, darling. Men are more powerful and they have more rights... that's just how it is. That's how God created the world"

You pointed a finger at him, your eyes lighting up with anger.

"Say it one more time and and you will never touch my body again"

He shrugged.

"You think I care about it? I am over it. I don't need carnal pleasures. They are... nice, but not something necessary to life. Especially for a man of God like me" Frollo grinned "I would be more worried about you. After all, as a woman you're weaker... more prone to the whispers of devil"

He turned back and left the room with a smug smile on his face. You were enraged, but you knew well that sooner rather than later he would come back crawling to you and begging for forgiveness.

As usual, you were right. Only three days passed since your promise and despite his expectantions, you didn't seem moved at all by temporary celibacy. But Claude found himself yearning for your touch and the taste of your body; he tried to convince to to give up punishing him. But when he tried to pull you closer in the night and kiss your back, you always got up and locked yourself in other room, sentencing him to sleep alone in a cold bed.

This period of chastity impacted even his work. Instead of focusing on official matters, the only thing Claude could think about was his yearning. It turned out that after all that time spent together, your body became his strongest addiction. Intoxicating sin, the one he wasn't able to live without.

He had to agree with her if he wanted to get back into your good graces. Frollo hated admiting he was wrong... well, in this case he didn't even believe that strongly in what he said. He only insisted that men are superior to annoy you. It turned out that his joke had consequences.

Frollo came back from work earlier that day. He couldn't pay attention to his duties anyway so he decided to go home and apologize. At least, he would get his pleasure earlier.

He entered your chamber to find you reading a book.

"Darling... I thought about our little argument and you are right. Men and women are equal"

You nodded, without looking up from the book.

"Good. I'm glad you came to your senses"

Frollo sighed with relief and came closer, putting hand on your shoulder.

"So maybe we shall celebrate our agreement in the bed?"

"No"

He froze.

"No? Why not? I admitted you were right!"

You looked at him mockingly.

"Yes, but you didn't atone for your mistakes. If you want anything now... you must beg for it"

Frollo clenched his fist. He would storm out of the room but after three days he was desperate.

"Please..."

"On your knees"

Claude kneeled before you and looked you in the eyes.

"Darling, I beg you.. let me touch you"

You exposed your feet in front of his face.

"Then show me how much you want it"

He smirked and took your feet in his hands. But he didn't manage to do anything before you pushed him strong enough that he landed on his back. You stood up and came closer to Claude. Looking down at him, you put your feet on his chest, pressing him to the floor.

"So you say men and women are equal..."

Frollo was still in state of a shock after what you did but he nodded. It was unexpected but thrilling and exciting at the same time.

"Yes"

"It is true... but there's one exception" you leaned over "You aren't equal, Claude. You are my slave. Do you understand?"

Frollo smirked. It started looking good.

"Yes, my goddess"

You moved your feet and put it on his face.

"Then show me how much do you worship me"

#i love this idea #i may write next story similar but a bit different #or headcanons #judge claude frollo #claude frollo #claude frollo x reader #judge claude frollo x reader

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It Comes in Waves

Chapter 20: Trough Trafalgar Law x gn!reader word count: 2.3k first|next a/n: i didn't exactly plan on there being a lot with whole cake bc this is a law fic and he isn't really in it but...this kinda just happened.

You see the giant tree running, seeing Nami and Luffy at the top. You moved quick, hopping up top. “Y/n!” Nami grinned, seeing you again. “Nice to see you two are okay,” you said, sitting down with a grunt. Your own body hurt from taking that fall, but you would be just fine.

Then you noticed Luffy. “What did he eat? Wasn’t he fighting?”

“Yeah, he ate all the cracker soldiers that guy made.” You blinked, deciding not to question it and just rolling with it. “Where are we heading?”

“We’re going to look for Sanji.” You nodded, watching as Luffy seemed to shrink. He had crazy anatomy and you didn’t even bother trying to understand. He also seemed to be napping. “Food and sleep is all he needs from recovery, I guess.”

“There it is! Germa 66!”

“Can you see Sanji?” You jumped as Luffy suddenly jumped up.

“Hey! Saaanji!” Luffy bolted. “Ah, shit,” you mumbled, hopping off the tree with Nami. “Luffy! Wait!”

You didn’t even know why you tried. “We came to get you, Sanji!” You looked at Nami. Certainly they both knew he wouldn’t just…give up whatever he was currently doing just because they showed up? Sanji was playing the long game or had his own plan or he never would’ve left in the first place. “Nami wait.”

She looked at you. “What do you mean?” You pointed as Luffy catapulted himself to the carriage. “I don’t think this is going to play out like you think,” you warned. You both stayed your distance. Close enough to observe, but still back a ways. Then Luffy went flying. And Sanji’s the one who sent him.

“What are you doing, Sanji?” Nami demanded, but you put a hand on her arm. She looked at you and you shook your head. “This is between them,” you said softly. You knew this was going to hurt to witness. Knowing the kind of person Luffy was and realizing the kind of person Sanji is when it comes to his own problems, this wasn’t going to be pretty. Sanji was a bit like you - not willing to ask for help no matter how much he wants to.

He was going to distance himself and shut everyone else out, trying to solve this himself.

You watched everything unfold before you. The fight was very much one sided. You knew Luffy wouldn’t defend himself. It only took a few attacks from Sanji to make Luffy pass out, he was still recovering after all. You were also holding Nami back from interfering.

Once Luffy was down, you both ran to him. Nami went to Sanji, smacking him across the face. “Nami!” You walked over to her, pulling her away from Sanji as she spit venom at him. He didn’t say anything, you knew how much Sanji was suffering right now. You wished it could be different.

You looked at Sanji, sighing softly. You could see he’s climbed the stairs to put distance in between himself and everyone else and was watching from the tower in his mind. He wasn’t going to ask for help and you knew that. “You might be off the streets, but you’ll still be in our hearts, Sanji. Luffy won’t give up on you - you know this.” You noticed him stirring.

You looked back at Sanji. “Don’t stay up in your tower,” you said, heading back to Luffy. He stared at you for a moment in disbelief. You saw right through him, you weren’t stupid. You just hoped that he’d come down from his watchtower and ask for help sooner rather than later.

Luffy was up again, shouting. You listened, frowning. You watched as Sanji left in his carriage, listening as Luffy yelled. He made his promise to stay in the field and wait for him, promising he wouldn’t eat unless Sanji made his food. That he wouldn’t be king of the pirates without him.

Once it was all said, you sighed. Luffy fell to the ground and Nami sat next to him. You watched as the carriage slowly disappeared. A plan was forming in your head. There were many unanswered questions.

“Alright. I’m going to find some answers.”

“Luffy said we’re waiting here.”

“He said he was waiting here. I never agreed to that.”

You sighed, looking at the two of them. You knelt down next to Luffy. Without your necklace, you couldn’t heal him, but you could bandage him up. “Let me patch you up real quick, then I’m sneaking in.”

“Are you going to try and kidnap Sanji back? He has to come back on his own.” You shook your head as you began to clean up the blood on Luffy. “I’m going to get some answers. I want to know why Sanji. There are three other brothers they could’ve used, why use Sanji when they haven’t been in contact with him in how long? From the impression I got, Sanji isn’t exactly wanted by them either,” you said as you started to bandage up Luffy’s wounds.

“Well, you do that. I-” You nodded. “You’re waiting here. I don’t expect anything else from you, Luffy.” You ruffled his hair as you finished patching him up the best you could with the supplies you had.

“Nami, keep an eye on him.”

“How are you going to sneak in?”

“Eh, I’ll figure it out.” You stood up, dusting yourself off. “Both of you be careful. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Then you were off.

Well, you weren’t expecting to be in this kind of situation again. The plan was to don a disguise but somehow in the lieu of getting one, you ended up in an air duct instead. You were having Punk Hazard flashbacks all over again. You grumbled, making your way through it.

You heard a familiar voice speaking. Two of them. You made your way over, staying ever so silent. You look through the vents, seeing Pudding and Reijou. As you had expected, Pudding seemed to be up to no good. Reijou actually looked like a prisoner at the moment. You closed your eyes, trying to listen closer.

Pudding said everything. The plan was never to marry Sanji. The plan was to destroy Germa 66 and they had just pulled the cook into it. You listened as she spoke, feeling anger boil up inside of you as she spoke so ill about your friend. You thought about coming through the vent now and ending this all, but you knew that wasn’t the move. That would be stupid. You took a deep breath. You were starting to have a hard time being nice and having compassion. You were ready to throw hands with just about anyone by listening to her.

You left once you heard everything, continuing on. A few turns later and you noticed Sanji. He was in some dark hallway by himself. You decided to just go for it. You said you weren’t going to kidnap him, but you didn’t say you wouldn’t talk to him.

You made quick work of the vent, jumping down gracefully and landing next to the cook. He looked startled and when he noticed it was you, he was stuttering. You stood up, looking at him. “Good to see you too.” You could tell he’d been crying. The look in his eyes was a dead giveaway. “What are you doing in this dark hallway, Sanj?”

He sighed, looking back down. He was quiet and you sighed. “You can’t keep draining an empty tank. Talk to me.” You sat next to him.

“Are you not going to try to talk me into coming with you?”

“Well, I’m currently wanting to hear how you’re feeling. Truly. Not that lies you were spewing earlier. I want to hear unfiltered Sanji.”

He looked at you. “I overheard Pudding talking…” He took a moment, collecting himself before he went into an explanation. So, he heard the same conversation you did. You didn’t mention that, not wanting to take the spotlight away from him. Right now, he needed to get his feelings out and you were going to let him vent as much as he needed. You had vented to him a few times in the past, so you were going to return the favor tenfold now.

He talked a bit about everything. He recalled when he first met Luffy, he talked about the Baratie, just everything. He mentioned how he had grown up, what his brothers and father did to him, how his sister helped him. He talked about his mom… You were learning a lot about Sanji. Some of it you had heard before, but you just let him go. He needed to talk and you were going to listen. With the rate that he was just talking and not stopping, you could tell that he had kept it bottled up and it was all spilling out now.

“I was going to give Pudding some food and I ended up cooking everyone’s favorites.” He opened the picnic basket and you looked inside. “Even yours.” He chuckled hollowly. You blinked. Even yours? Your expression softened. He really did care for his friends - that much you always knew. The crew was his family and on his mind, always. Even if he didn’t know it.

“Big Mom said she’d let everyone escape if I went through with the wedding…so even if I die, at least you guys will be free.” Your eyes narrowed. That seemed a little too good to be true. “And you believe her?” You raised an eyebrow.

He stared at you for a long moment. He didn’t exactly think about the fact she could be lying. “She is a pirate, Sanji. And Luffy is Luffy. There’s no way she’s just going to let us go. She’s going to make sure each one of us is dead. Will she succeed? Probably not, in my personal opinion, but she’s gonna try.”

“How could I be so stupid?” He groaned, covering his face in his hands and you patted his back. “You’re not stupid, Sanji. She gave you a crumb of hope in your despair. Anyone would’ve held onto it.”

Next thing you knew, he was throwing his arms around you. You tensed in surprise, but quickly relaxed, returning the hug and patting his back. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “Don’t say sorry, it’s not your mistake.” Your voice was soft. You knew what he was really apologizing for, but he couldn’t control the way he felt.

“Thank you,” he said, sniffling and pulling away.

“What’s your plan now?” you asked. He looked at you, a new resolve in his eyes. “I believe there’s a meeting place I need to get to.” He smiled and you mirrored it. “Then let’s go.”

You both stand up, noticing that someone was digging through the basket. You watched as all the emotions that Sanji had kept bottled up suddenly rose to the surface. “That’s not for you!” he shouted, sending the soldier into a wall. “Oh, shit. Run!” He darted down the hallways as you both heard guards beginning to head to your location due to the commotion. You followed him, knowing that getting back up into the vent was pointless.

Once you reached the field you had left Nami and Luffy in, you froze in your steps, eyes widening. What happened? It looked like a massacre. Was Luffy okay? He was pretty banged up. What about Nami? Ah, fuck. Maybe you shouldn’t have left them. Maybe you should’ve stayed with them.

You also knew that pondering about it wasn’t going to do anything. What happened happened and now you needed to find them. After a little bit of searching, both of you heard it. The growling of a belly. That could only be one person. Only one person’s belly could gurgle so loud that it went over the rain and across a field. Sanji looked at you and you nodded, both of you running in the direction of the noise.

However, as you neared, you slowed down now that Luffy was in view. This was between the two of them. You didn’t want to ruin the moment.

You watched from a distance, not wanting Luffy to see you just yet. You listened, however. Hearing Sanji say that he still wasn’t coming back with you guys, you somewhat expected. You knew that a small conversation in a hallway wasn’t going to fully convince him, but you knew it would at least get him to try and talk to Luffy. Then his captain could do the rest.

You heard a crash followed by Luffy screaming and you were reminded of his small fight he got into with Vivi in Alabasta. This was a much larger scale but that was because Sanji could take it. Vivi would most likely not be able to take a full Luffy punch like the cook could.

After you heard Sanji finally express his true feelings, you knew this was your cue to come into the scene. “But you’ve got us! Let’s crash this wedding!” You heard Luffy’s words and nodded.

He saw you and gasped. “I thought you said you weren’t going to kidnap Sanji!” You blinked, shaking your head. “I didn’t, actually. I just kind of ran into him and I actually followed him.”

“So…what happened after I left?” you asked, looking around. Luffy began to go over the events of what happened. The rain, the soldiers, the fact that they were in jail? But book jail? You didn’t understand. Then you heard him mention Jimbei. You hadn’t seen him since the Paramount War.

Suddenly, the three of you heard Chopper’s voice. It had been coming from a mirror shard. The three of you gathered around. You sat on the ground for a moment, feeling extra winded at the moment. You were starting to feel a little weird. You let them talk, knowing that the others had been worried about Sanji, so you let yourself rest a little bit while they all talked and made a small plan.

#one piece #law x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #trafalgar d law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #iciw #am fics

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