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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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the pogues and the princess

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warnings: drinking, partying, throwing up, protective!rafe, threats of violence, established relationship

“oh come on, don’t be so grumpy.” you poke at rafes cheek, his face downturned in a scowl.

“you know i don’t like you at these type of parties.” rafe sighs, slapping your hand away from his face as he concentrates on the road in front of him, wishing for once that he doesn’t get to his destination faster, wanting to keep you there with him.

“babe, i’d hardly call it a party. its just gonna be me, sarah and kiara… and a couple other people.” “yeah, the fucking pogues.” rafe grunts. “you know how i feel about you hanging out with them.” “oh please, i don’t even talk to jj or john b. i just miss my girls.” you pout. you got super close with sarah when you started dating rafe, which naturally led you to get close to kiara as well as sarahs other new friends.

“yeah, alright.” rafe grunts. you may not talk to the boys, but that doesn’t stop them from trying to talk to you.

“i’ll call you when i need you to pick me up.” you unbuckle as rafe turns down the driveway, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. “i love you.”

“i know.” rafe sighs dramatically, hating that you’re leaving him, but not wanting to hold you back from seeing your friends, especially when you so rarely ask him. “i love you too.”

you wait as rafe gets out, opening your door and helping you down from his truck. he looks over your outfit again, glad that you’re very covered as he walks you towards the house, music already able to be heard pumping out of speakers.

“baby, this is not a little party.” rafe looks around, realizing theres a good amount of people crowded around the various seating areas.

“do you wanna stay?” you ask. rafe struggles, but ultimately shakes his head no. he knows if he stays that he would just end up getting pissed off at one of the pogues, and he values you too much to beat one of them up in front of you.

“mmkay, well i see kie.” you turn towards rafe. “i’ll call you in a bit. probably around 1 am if thats alright.” “yeah, i’m definitely not gonna be able to sleep until i get you back home.” rafe grunts. he’s in no danger of missing your call, there’s no way he will be able to relax until you’re back safe in his arms.

“bye baby.” you get on your tiptoes to press a kiss to rafes lips. “love you.”

“love you more.” rafe watches you walk away, literally skipping as you reach kiara, throwing your arms around her in a hug. rafe doesn’t see his sister, but he knows she can’t be far away.

“hey, pogues.” rafe walks up to a picnic table, jj smoking a blunt while pope and john b both hold a bottle of beer.

“rafe, don’t start shit-” jj begins, but he’s quickly cut off by rafe.

“shut the fuck up. i need you to watch y/n. if she gets hurt, i will fucking end all of you, understood?” rafe waits for all three of the boys to nod.

“im serious. i will fucking kill you. let her have fun with sarah and kiara, but don’t let her drink too much, and if any guy tries to talk to her or dance with her…” rafe trails off, but they get the point.

“she’s our friend too.” pope finally pipes up. “of course we will keep an eye on her.” “good.” rafe grunts, not saying another word before stomping away, back towards his truck.

“where is my kie kie?” your words slur as you stumble into the house, looking for your friend. “kiara!” you shout. “you never brought me back another drink you bitch!”

“hey, hey there.” jj suddenly grabs your shoulders, making you blink rapidly to get his face into focus. “maybe you don’t need another drink.”

“maybe you don’t need another drink.” you argue back, trying to wiggle out of jjs grasp. “i want a uh…” you look at the selection of bottles on the table. “shot of vodka!” jj knows you must be really drunk if you’re willing to take the shot, knowing how much you don’t like the taste of alcohol until you’re really far gone, always having to mix it with something fruity to get it down.

“okay, let me get it for you.” jj grabs a shot glass, keeping one eye on you as he shields what hes doing with his body, grabbing the vodka like hes going to pour it, but actually filling the cup with water instead.

“here you go.” he turns around with a smile.

“thanks!” you take the glass, knocking it back. “you know, rafe would not like you getting drinks for me.”

“hey, its all friendly.” jj smiles, patting your shoulder as you walk away to find kiara, yelling out again. he doesn’t see that you swipe a bottle from the table.

“i feel sick.” you shout at sarah, hands linked together. despite your words, you continue to dance, your stomach churning but there’s too much alcohol in you to care.

“i think if we drink more itll help!” sarah says, meaning to pull you towards the house, but you both stumble on the grass and end up falling on the ground, not feeling any pain as you burst out laughing.

“oh my god, we are sooo drunk.” you giggle, feeling a lot better now that you’re laying down, so you don’t make any effort to move, despite the stick poking your back.

“i know.” sarah pouts, before suddenly yelling. “john b!” it takes a minute for john b to make his way over, and when he finally does, he stands looking down at the two of you, hands on his hips.

“i think you girls may have had enough.” “sarah.” you turn to her. “i hate your boyfriend.” “me too, he’s trying to cut us off.” sarah rolls his eyes before reaching up, making grabby hands at john b, who sighs and helps bring her to her feet.

“come on.” john b tries to help you up next, but you frown, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by emotions.

“i don’t want you, i want my boyfriend!” you cry out, tears suddenly streaming down your face, leaving marks in your makeup.

“oh shit!” john b groans. “don’t cry! come on! lets call rafe.”

you finally accept john bs help up, tears drying up quickly when you see kiara, squealing as you rush away from the couple to link arms with her.

“shit, we gotta call rafe.” pope says, looking at you with concern on his face before glancing at his phone, the time ticking past 2 am.

“we should just take her home.” jj says. “i don’t have his number.”

“we can ask sarah…” pope looks around, before quickly realizing that sarah and john b disappeared together a while ago, and he’s not wanting to find them and break up whatever they’re doing for the sake of his innocent eyes.

“ill just ask y/n.” jj sighs, pope tagging along as he makes his way over to you, the last one dancing to the music, from the only speaker still playing.

“hey, y/n.” pope says softly, but you don’t seem to hear him as you continue to bounce around, hair long pulled out of the ponytail you arrived in, dress swishing as you move.

“y/n!” jj shouts louder, making you suddenly stop.

“what is it?” you blink rapidly, tears forming in your eyes from jjs shouting. “are you mad at me? is rafe mad at me?” “no, we just wanna take you home. its really late.” jj places a cautious hand on your back, guiding you away from the speaker.

“‘m not tired though.” you look to pope, hoping he would agree with you, but he shakes his head. no help there.

“how about we call rafe then, yeah? i think he’d beat our ass if either of us took you home.” “no he wouldn’t.” you shake your head. “my boyfriend is cute and perfect and nice and he wouldn’t do that.”

“alright, whatever you say.” pope rolls his eyes. he’s not willing to argue about the past, especially when he knows you’re way too drunk to even realize what you’re saying.

“ill call him.” you pull your phone out, frowning at the screen before your passcode suddenly comes back to you. rafes birthday.

you manage to navigate to his contact before the phone suddenly falls from your hands, thankfully landing on the soft grass. you barely turn away from pope and jj before you throw up, bending over as you spew.

pope moves quickly to hold up your hair, while jj picks up the phone, thankfully still open.

he presses the call button while watching pope comfort you as you begin to cry, sniffling out a mixture of words about how you hate throwing up and want your boyfriend.

“baby?” rafe answers, his voice soft but clearly tired and slightly on edge.

“uh… no.” jj answers awkwardly. “she’s ready to be picked up though she’s uhh… pretty drunk.”

“i’ll be there in five minutes.” rafe puts the truck into drive. he would never admit it, but he’s been just down the block the entire time, not wanting to go too far in case he needed to quickly get to you. “give her the phone.”

“yeah, alright.” jj hands it over to you. “its your boyfriend.”

“oh my god, rafe!” you shout into the phone, making him pull it away from his ear at your loud volume.

“hi baby, i’m coming right now to pick you up, okay?” “i love you so much.” you sob out. “i miss you, i miss you. i hate partying without you.”

“how much did you have to drink?” rafe asks.

“she snuck a bit more when i turned my back for one second rafe.” jj adds in, leaning closer to the phone to speak. “we really did keep an eye on her.”

“yeah.” pope chimes in. “one guy tried to dance with her but i stopped him.”

“wait, really?” you question. you hadn’t even noticed, or maybe just didn’t remember.

rafe doesn’t know what to say. he’s certainly not going to thank the pogues, but he’s grateful you’re safe as he turns down the driveway, headlights illuminating the three of you standing in the yard, the only ones still around as he throws his truck into park.

“yay!” you squeal, running over to rafe and literally jumping into his arms, making him stumble back as he holds you against him.

“hi baby, did you have fun?” rafe asks, rubbing his hand over your back as the other keeps you from falling. “i did but i drank too much and got sick and then starting crying because i missed you.” you explain quickly, all negative emotions gone now that you’ve got him back.

“should i get you home then?” rafe asks, glad when you nod enthusiastically, tucking your face into his neck.

rafe looks to pope and jj, nodding awkwardly at them. its the best thank you they’re going to get as he loads you into the passenger side of his truck.

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The Blood of the Covenant

prompt: ( requested ) being raised alongside the Twins, you naturally fell on path to become a contract killer - much to Tangerine's chagrin. when you're recruited onto the Bullet Train, too, emotions cum into play - get it?

pairing: Tangerine x female!assassin!reader

fandom masterlist: Bullet Train

word count: 9.4k+

note: this isn't very good, i'm very sorry.

warnings: codename Olive 'cause it's cute, cursing, Lord's name in vain, mild spoilers, AU timeline (obviously), Tan is still Aaron, Lem is still Brian, emotional confessions, mild depiction of violence, very short and poorly written smut, canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, needles / weaponized venom [The Hornet], and dead bodies.

"So, you get on the train, you find the Twins, and you get off - it's easy," Constance, your handler, scolded through the phone. "Seriously, why are you so nervous? It's like the most lowkey job you've ever been assigned."

"Yeah, you're just forgetting the part where I have to locate some generic looking briefcase on this God forsaken train, make sure they have the White Death's son, then get them all off - "

"Okay, see, now you're making it all complicated," Constance laughed again. "C'mon, Olive, tell me the truth."

"What truth?"

"You're nervous," she sang in your ear.

"No shit, I'm nervous!" You snapped, connecting the bluetooth device and shoving your phone in your pocket as the train jetted into the station. "Do you have a good reason I shouldn't be?"

"Um, how about the fact that you guys grew up in the orphanage together, making you practically family, and that they're gonna be overjoyed to see you?"

"Yeah, right!" You laughed, "You don't know the guys, and it's been, like, 4 years since I've seen them. They're scary overprotective and if they know what I'm doing professionally, they'll probably handcuff me to one of them and deliver me to some nunnery."

"Are those even a thing anymore?"

"Fuck if I know," you snorted.

"You're overthinking, Olive, just breathe," she advised. "Look, the intel is good. The White Death is up to something and if you wanna see the Twins alive, you need to get them off the train."

"Cool, so fuck the case and the son?"

"Nope, you wanna get paid, you gotta grab them, too."

You sighed, the train doors opening. "Well, here goes fucking nothing..."

"I've literally never heard you this nervous, it's kinda cute."

"Constance, is there a reason we're still on the phone?" You asked, nodding at the people you passed and excusing yourself as you searched the train cars slowly.

"I wanna hear how this goes!"

"Call you when I have the payloads, 'mmkay?"

"No," she whined, "c'mon, lemme hear the reunion!"

"Goodbye, Constance, as always, you're a giant pain in my ass."

"Oh, like you're a basket of roses. Fine, go, deprive me of this. Fucking killjoy!"

"Talk soon - and if not, I'm probably shot."

"Well, just... Don't get shot?"

"Spot-on advice, love."

"You'd be lost without me."

"Bye, you idiot."

"Seriously, don't get shot!"

Disconnecting the call, you chuckled to yourself and dodged around a family. However, right behind them was a man in a bucket hat and thick black framed glasses carrying a silver briefcase, who bumped your shoulder. "Oh, I'm so sorry, ma'am," he instantly apologized in English.

"No worries," you smiled, nodding at him. "Have a nice ride."

"You, too," he nodded back, and you turned to continue on your way, missing the way the man eyed you - and gulped when he caught sight of the gun in your waistband. He scurried on his way.

You entered another train car, pausing to take a long breath as you surveyed the patrons. You moved onto the next section, the train rocketing into motion. However, as you approached the next set of doors, you gasped and skirted to a halt when two men lingered in the connection.

"Oh - what the bloody fuck are you doing here!?" Aaron snapped instantly.

"Well, hello to you, too, love," you grumbled with a curled lip.

"Hi, doll!"

You grinned at Brian, greeting him with enthusiasm; offering a giant hug, him kissing your cheek noisily. "So good to see you," you told him when you pulled back.

"Tan," Brian snapped, glaring at him as he gestured at you. "C'mon, mate, don't be like this - 's been years!"

"Yeah, Tan," you pouted dramatically.

"You even know what Tan stands for?" Brian snickered.

"Nope."

"Tangerine," then he pointed at himself, "Lemon."

Aaron's blue eyes rolled, sighing deeply before nodding. "Right, right, c'mere, then, you," he opened his arms, and when you stepped into his embrace, you swear, it was like returning home. After a beat, you felt his arms tighten and his nose press into your neck, subtly inhaling; making you give him a tighter squeeze.

"Oh, Jesus, all right, c'mon, I'm standing right here," Lemon groaned, you and Tan parting, but only saddling beside him with his arm around your neck and yours anchored around his waist.

"So," you chirped, shifting your body weight, "you two have the case, I assume? And the Son - "

"Oh, you've gotta be fuckin' joking," Tangerine snapped, glaring at you as you grinned mischievously. "How's it you know about any of that?"

"She's on assignment, felt the gun when I hugged her," Lemon snickered as if it were common knowledge. "How long you've been working, love? Why didn't you ring us? Talk to us 'bout this?"

"I needed to?"

"No, but just for a bit of a catch-up?" Lemon shrugged. "You know, tell us you're doin' some dangerous job instead of teaching? Aren't you supposed to be a teacher now?"

"This pays better."

"Not gonna get paid a single dime, the fuck's wrong with you?" Tan snapped, dropping the arm from your neck to round on you in anger. "You're seriously on a job?"

"Mhm," you hummed with a smile. "And why won't I see a dime, exactly?"

"'Cause you're not doin' this fuckin' job, love, for fuck's sake!"

"Tan, just calm down," Lemon sighed, holding a hand to him as the man with a pornstache paced in a small circle; wiping a hand around his mouth. "Love? What's the job you're on?"

"Mh," you nodded, "well, 's a bit unprofessional to tell you, but fuck it. I'm to collect the case, grab the White Death's son, and get you two off this fucking train."

"Oh - for fuck's - "

"Tan!" Lemon laughed. "Mate, take a breath! She's obviously qualified if she's made it this far, got this assignment."

You grinned, "You ever hear rumors about that shit that went down in Medellín?"

"Don't tell me," Lemon gasped. "That was you?"

"Most of it wasn't intentional, but I'm pretty good at improvising," you teased. "Anyways, I heard about Bolivia, you two are certainly making names for yourselves, aren't yah?"

"Well," Lemon smiled bashfully, waving you off.

"Right, so, we're approaching the next station," you pointed out, clasping your hands in front of you and smiling, "so, where's the Son?"

"Oh, uh, up there," Lem pointed to the next train car.

"Mhm, good, good, good, and the case?" There was an awkward silence as Lemon and Tangerine exchanged long looks. "Hey? Where's the case, Brian - I mean, Lemon?"

"Well, uh... Funny thing, yeah?" He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

"Tan? Sweetheart?" You smiled prettily, reaching for his hand to halt his pacing, "Where's the case?"

"It's..." Tan trailed, seeing Lemon shaking his head vigorously from behind you. He sighed when he met your sweet eyes and admitted, "It got lifted, love."

"Oh, you fuckin' simp," Lemon groaned.

"What? Wanted me t'lie? She's got that sixth sense for that shit, mate!" Tangerine defended.

"No, you're just whipped!"

"She's looking for the same bloody case, she'd know eventually!"

You let go of Tan's hand to answer your ringing phone, holding a finger to them both, "Hey, Constance, now's not a great time."

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing, just reuniting with the lads," you eased. "I'll call you when we have the case and kid, and are off the train, all right? And if I don't - "

"Yeah, yeah, you're shot. Fine, just..." She sighed. "Listen, you three aren't the only ones on assignment."

"Hmm?" You perked your brows.

"Yeah, so, Maria's got an agent in the field. Also, I just got intel that the Wolf's there, no idea why. The Hornet, too."

"You're fuckin' joking, right?"

"Nope. They popped up on our travel itineraries. They used pseudonyms naturally, but we have their records."

"Fuck me, all right... All right, yeah, we'll handle it."

"No, don't handle anything! Remember Rome!?"

"Rome wasn't my fault!" You snapped, taking a deep breath. "But it did piss the Hornet off, we'll be careful."

"Get off the fucking train, Olive!"

"When the packages are secured, love, yeah, all right, gotta go, bye-bye now!"

"Olive - "

You hung up and put your phone in your back pocket, sighing at the Twins. "Well, this just got more interesting. We aren't the only ones on this job," you frowned.

"What?" Lem's face dropped.

"Wait, what happened in Rome?" Tangerine asked, offering you his signature look of annoyance: a frown and pinched brows.

"Oh, nothing that was my doing," you waved off. "So, to recap, the case is missing, but the Son is secured?"

"Zip tied to his seat," Lemon nodded.

"Mhm, and where was the case?"

"I had it stashed, but..." He eyed the luggage tossed around the compartment.

"Now, it's gone. Okay, okay," you nodded, "so, just for future reference, don't stash the goods, all right? Terribly unprofessional, darling."

"Yeah," he nodded sadly.

"Oh, so when she says it - "

"She doesn't get all smart with me!" Lemon cut Tangerine off with a warning finger as he paced in the compartment. "The fuck do we do? We just passed the station - the fucker could've gotten off - I mean!"

"Easy," you spoke softly, but the panic was set between the two. You sighed when Lemon turned frantic, leaning back on the wall as Tangerine stood beside you.

"No, no, look, we got his son," Lemon reminded. "That was our job."

Tangerine shared a look with you, making you chide, "Stay calm. You get nowhere bein' so up-tight." His expression melted into something close to reprimanding, but he sighed and faced Lemon.

"Our job was to come back with his son and his $10 million. Three words to describe our situation right now, do you know what they are?"

Lemon glared, "Sure do." Then held up three fingers, dropping one for each word, "Saved - his - son. Hmm? Family's more important than money, right?"

"Do you honestly not know who the White Death is?"

"Yeah, I know who the White Death is. You just told me five minutes ago," Lemon snipped, making you sigh as he rambled an explanation.

"Why do I even bothering forwarding you the briefings?" Tan interrupted, exasperated by the entire ordeal.

There was a pause and Lemon replied softly, almost sheepishly, "I do not know. You get briefings, love?"

"Mhm, but my handler likes giving me the CliffNotes," you eased with a small shrug.

When Tangerine turned from you two to face the train's door, staring out the window, you and Lemon shared a look - his hand raising as if to wave off Tan's theatrics. In return, you just held a placating hand to him, letting Tangerine start his story about the White Death. When he got through his tale, he took a long breath, sighing deeply, musing as he turned back to you both, "So, let me put this bluntly. There's this soulless, psychotic leader with the largest criminal organization on the planet," then his hands dramatically gestured, "shoved right inside our fucking arse cheeks."

Lemon stared at his partner and then, too, mused, "That motherfucker's definitely a Diesel, then, isn't he?"

"You mention Thomas the Tank Engine one more time, I'm gonna shoot you in the fucking face," Tangerine snapped.

"No, no, he won't, Brian," you stepped in, standing between the two, glancing between them.

"'S Lemon when on the job, love."

"All right, sure, my apologies, Lemon," you agreed, "but he's not gonna shoot you." Lemon hummed and pointed at you in triumph, mocking Tangerine, making you scold, "No, don't do that, either. Your attitude gets us nowhere, right, lads?"

Lemon nodded at you before looking to Tan, asking, "Okay, okay, if-if-if-if he's such a badarse, how come he hired three random operators instead of getting his son back himself?"

"I wasn't hired by the White Death," you smiled, reaching a hand to Tangerine's to hold tightly when you saw his fuse about to blow. "And, you see, he had a wife, Lem."

"What? He had a wife?"

"Yeah," you nodded, ignoring Tan's impending meltdown, "and she was the most important thing in his life, and she died in a car crash. Some reports say it was an accident, some drunk driver... And others say it was an assignation attempt." You missed the look Tangerine sent you, looking you up and down, relating to the 'most important thing' comment. "But since then, he's not left the compound," you finished.

"An unnamed locomotive might say there's a lesson to be learned," Lemon quipped, irritating Tangerine.

"And you know what? He didn't hire three - or two," Tan amended, nodding at you, "random operators, Lemon. No, he asked for the best. He asked for the two responsible for the Bolivia job. He asked for pros, who wouldn't fuck up... Three words, Lemon, and now, you, too, sweetheart," he sneered at you. "We - are - "

"Fucked," Lemon finished.

"Oi, listen here, you two Debbie Downers, Christ, all right? Every situation can be remedied," you assured. "Yeah, this is - this isn't ideal, but between us three, we can figure something out. Yeah? Talkin' about you two bein' the best," you squeezed Tan's hand, "surely we can figure something out. C'mon, when do we give up?"

Lemon cocked his head, asking, "All right. Yeah, sure, but what's your codename? Can't go 'round callin' you your government. Would blow our covers."

"Olive," you smiled brightly, Tangerine scoffing. "Fuck off," you snapped instantly.

"Right, well, Olive's right," Lemon deflected, not giving Tan time to retort. He reached out to adjust Tan's suit lapel and tie, "We rescued his fucking son. Huh? We find the fucker who took the briefcase, make things right, be like it never happened," he laid out for you two, and when you tired to release his hand, Tangerine held on tighter - not letting you go.

Tangerine took a deep breath in, letting it out as he pulled out his gun with his free hand, flipping it open, checking the full round of bullets present, and snapping it closed before storing it again. He glanced at you before asking Lemon, "Still got that vest on yah?"

"No, vests give you a false sense of security," Lemon answered. "You might, like, get shot in the neck."

"Yeah, it also stops you from getting shot in the chest, but I guess you missed that episode of Thomas, did'yah?" Tan quipped, not letting Lemon time to answer because he looked at you again. "Bein' said, you are gonna stay put, doll face."

"Excuse the fuck outta me?"

"Heard me," he snapped. "You're sitting this one out."

"I don't remember being hired by you," you dropped his hand to cross your arms. "You don't get a say in what I do - this isn't like back in the group home where you two bossed me 'around, playin' big brother."

"It's exactly like that, 'cause we've been doin' this a helluva lot longer - "

"And I was still hired to do this job, so, I suggest you shut the fuck up and watch yourself."

"I'm tryna keep you safe!"

"We're not children anymore, Aaron!" You snapped. "You don't get to dictate what I do anymore! Christ, all right? I was hired for this job, just like you two, so you can either get with the program and we work together, or just shut the fuck up - 'cause I'm not sitting a Goddamn thing out!"

"Jesus fuck, could cut the sexual tension between you two with a fucking plastic spoon." Lemon scoffed, rolling his eyes; earning two identical glares for either of you. "Fine, whatever, keep denying whatever this is - but look, you two done?" Lemon sighed, and when you nodded, he nodded back. "Right - nut up or shut up, bruv."

You went to follow Lemon out, but Tan snagged your arm before you got a step too far. He kept you at his side, laying your arm in the crook of his, and in-sync, he and Lemon fluffed their outerwear as you three stalked up the train aisle. You licked the pad of your thumb and wiped a bit of grime from the corner of Tan's mouth, his smirk directed at you as you approached the Son secured in his seat.

"Well, so, slight change of plans," Tan announced when you reached the seating. Lemon reached out to alert the seemingly sleeping Son, but the movement of his shoulder caused the lad's head to lull towards you three - making each of you recoil instantly.

"Oh!" You three groaned in union, seeing the rivers of blood streaming down the Son's eyes. He was dead as a doornail, some would say.

You stood watch as Tan and Lem leaned in closer to observe the dead body, Lemon commenting, "First his wife, now his son? That's a lot of white deaths."

Tangerine took a deep breath in, you reaching out to squeeze his elbow. "Sit down," you hissed quietly, "before you draw attention to us standing around a fucking corpse!"

"You're on watch!" Tan shot back.

"Can't do shit if you two are just staring at him! Fuck's sake, sit! You're so suspicious, aren'y you meant to be an agent?"

You pushed Lemon into the seat next to the Son and then Tan into the seating beside the window so you could claim the outside seat beside him. "We gotta disguise the body," Tan whispered, whipping out his handkerchief. You watched him dab the material to his tongue, reaching across to start cleaning the blood while Lemon looked around for anything to help.

"Hang on, hang on," he rushed, Tan pausing when a souvenir cart was approaching and pushing the lad's head towards the window. "Could we get a pair of them glasses, please?" He asked the kind attendant. "They look real fun."

The pretty lady nodded and handed over the oversized toy glasses, Lemon forking over a simple note and insisting the change be kept. You thanked the attendant in her native language as she passed, and after doing a look up and down again, nodded, "All right, go."

"Any fuckin' idea what happened?" Lemon muttered.

"No," Tan snapped.

"Looks like The Hornet's work," you whispered. "Yeah, see, her specialty are poisons and venom, most notably, that of the Boomslang snake." You smirked, "Anyone see the news recently? A Boomslang went missing earlier..."

Tan pulled the lad's head back and continued cleaning the blood off, needing to raise outta his seat to finish the job. Lemon offered, "Here, mate, try these. They're them Momonga glasses."

"The fuck is a Momonga?" Tan sneered through a small panicked pant, taking the toy and settling them on the Son's face.

"Japanese anime kid's show," you offered softly.

"Comes on after Thomas every Thursday," Lemon rushed, gasping, "oh, shi - " when the Son's head dropped. Tan and Lem fixed him to look as if he was only sleeping by leaning his head on the window.

"Thought you two were masters of disguise?" You teased.

"Shut it, darling, please," Tan snipped with a sigh. "All right, we need to split up - there's a lot of train to cover."

"What're we doing?" You asked, standing when Tan gestured you out of the way.

"Gonna find whoever has the case - probably the same nut job who killed the kid," he seethed. "The Hornet, you said?" He asked, watching you nod. Standing as a trio in the middle of the train aisle, you three agreed to split up and search for the case, but Tan insisted you come with him, "as back-up."

"You seriously need it?" You chuckled.

"No, but I wanna keep an eye on yah," he rolled his eyes.

"Shouldn't someone stay with the body?" You wondered.

"He's not gonna get any deader."

"Is that even a word?" You asked Lemon, giggling when Tangerine rolled his eyes and snatched your hand to follow after him.

You and Tan had scoured the entire train, but had zero luck. The only direction the two of you had was from a young girl with a crisp bob haircut in first class, who told Tan she saw a man with black frame glasses with their desired case. Your mind flashed back to earlier, remembering the blonde man and how he had a briefcase. It must've been their briefcase.

He must've just lifted it when you boarded and accidentally ran into him. You hated how foolish you felt, but there was no way you could've known that was the case you were after. Still, you felt a pang of disappointment in yourself - some sick desire to impress your brothers with your skill, to prove to them you're capable of being in this line of work. That you weren't that little girl in the orphanage anymore, but a woman grown who was capable of making her own decisions and having greater purpose.

"Hey," you paused Tan in another connection that lead to the next train car, "you go ahead and update Lemon, I'm gonna pop into the loo."

"I'll wait," he nodded, his phone ringing. "Sorry, love, just a minute. 'S fucking business."

You only nodded and slipped into the bathroom, doing your business, washing your hands, and when you emerged, you jumped back slightly in shock when the Momonga mascot was standing right there in the doorway. You peaked to your right, and in the next train car, through the window, spied Tangerine on his phone, the car mostly empty to your left.

"You need in here?" You asked the mascot, but it just stared at you. "I mean, d-do you need help outta that God awful costume?" More silence. "Riiiight, well, this is weird as fuck. Soooo... I'm just gonna... Go..." You mumbled, slipping out of the bathroom, but was instantly blocked from Tan's view. "The fuck? Oi, c'mon, mate, my friend technically gave you the plushie back." More silence. "Look, you creepy motherfucker - "

But you gasped when the plush mascot shoved you backwards, forcing you to stumble into the automatic door leading to the empty train car - yelping when it opened and you fell backwards.

"Fuck! Goddamnit, that hurt," You snapped, rolling to your feet as the human-sized plushie waddled towards you; the back of your head throbbing from impact and the automatic doors closing to trap the pair of you. "What the fuck, mate? What'd I do? The fuck you want?"

When the oversized head was removed, your mouth went dry. "Remember me, bitch?" The Hornet seethed.

"Ah, fuckin' Christ."

The Hornet smirked, "You've seen my face, you know what that means? I gotta take you out. You've evaded me too long."

"Rome wasn't my fault!" You barked instantly, watching her begin to maneuver out of her costume.

"You got my partner killed, bitch!"

"It was an accident!"

"Bullshit, bitch!" She raged, shedding her mascot costume to reveal a train attendant's uniform - wondering how long she'd been waiting for this opportunity if she was prepared to this level. "You had a hit list, we were on it - "

"Oh, fuck off, as if you've never been given orders!"

Her neck cracked as she tossed the costume to an empty seat. "Time to get my revenge," she grit, "bitch."

"Learn some new insults, my God, you're so fuckin' boring. Throw in some 'cunts' or even call me a 'arsehole', just lay off the 'bitches'," your eyes rolled, dodging the Hornet's first flying fist and nearly stumbling off your feet. You exchanged blows, dancing around one another, grunting, growling, heaving for breath, trying to incapacitate the other. On a particularly hard push, the Hornet managed to dislodge your gun and send it under a set of seats.

"Not so tough now, are yah, bitch?" She laughed sarcastically.

You wiped a small dribble of blood from your lip, panting to heave your shoulders up and down. "All right, you asked for this. Bring it on - bitch!" You laughed right back, the Hornet lunging forward. However, you missed the way she pulled out a prefilled syringe and tried to stab you with it; luckily evading the injection.

"Know what's in here?" She taunted. "Boomslang venom! Yeah, that's right. Highly potent, hits your system in 30 seconds, making you bleed from every orifice - "

"I know, you stupid fucking wanker! I watch the bloody news! I went to college! I'm educated enough to know!"

The doors opened again, revealing Tangerine. "Fuckin' hell!" He snapped, "You all right, Olive!? Hey?"

"Stay back, Tan, this bitch is mine!"

The Hornet wailed as she launched at you again. You were battered and beaten, the other woman lobbing you into furniture, tables, and train walls - causing small cuts to form on your unblemished skin. Yet still, you barked at Tangerine to stay back, that you had this.

You and the Hornet ended up on the floor, trying to one up each other. However, luck was not on your side because the Hornet had you pinned and she simply dropped the syringe into the flesh of your hand. You didn't need to think too deeply, you just rolled over, snatched up the syringe, and stabbed her, too - exposing her to the venom by pushing the syringe's plunger. You both stared at one another with wide eyes, panting.

"30 seconds before the venom does its thing," you taunted, knowing that any good assassin kept the antidote on their person - just in case. Her eyes narrowed and tongue swept over her front teeth, weighing her options; eyes locked in a stalemate, daring the other to make the first move. Do nothing, you both die... Reveal the antidote, only one will die.

She reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a new syringe, you lunging for it with impressive lithe to stab into your neck and push the plunger. She seethed, "You bitch."

You stumbled back a step, colliding with Tan's chest as neither of you could look away as the Hornet's eyes went red with blood filling every cavern and crevice. "Oh, shit, that doesn't look good," you winced in fake sympathy. "You've got another syringe, right? A back-up?"

She warbled and wheezed, "What do you think, bitch?"

"What's with the whole bitch thing?" Tan asked in your ear. "She know any other words?"

You only shrugged as blood poured from the Hornet's eyes, filling her lungs to drown her from the inside. "No second antidote? Ah, that's just poor planning on your end, love," you taunted when the Hornet dropped to the ground, choking, blood leaking from her mouth. "I mean, you only carry one antidote? I thought you were supposed to be a professional? With your choice of weapon being venom, I mean," you laughed a little, "seems pretty stupid."

The Hornet continued to choke, trying to crawl up the aisle, but only getting a few feet before the effects of the venom took hold fully. She flopped onto her back, the blood congealing in a thick and tacky substance; staining the stolen uniform and floors of the train.

"What the fuck was that?" Tan snapped, turning you to face him. "Are you hurt!?" He worried, checking you over for visible sign of injury; finding two puncture wounds - one in your neck and one in your hand. You were decorated in soon-to-form bruises, but no bones were broken and you seemed relatively okay besides the small cuts.

"Tan," you soothed, placing your hand over his on your cheek. "I'm all right, I'm fine. She just caught me a little off guard."

"What the hell was that, huh? You got some kinda death wish, is it?"

"It's all part of the job!"

"Like hell, it is! This is why I didn't want you involved - "

"'Cause I could get hurt? Fuck's sake - "

"Yes, all right!" He exploded. "Yes, because you could get hurt! I couldn't forgive myself if something happened to you, and look at yah now! I was on the fuckin' phone and you were fighting this... Wait, who the fuck is that?" Tan pointed at the dead body.

"Mh. The Hornet," you answered with a shrug. "She's been after me since Rome 'bout two years ago. I might be one of the very few who knows what she actually looks like - so, no wonder she wanted me dead. Plus... I might've allegedly, possibly, kinda-sorta got her partner killed. Turns out, he was also her lover and she's been after me since."

His head shook, "So now you have international enemies?"

"I mean, I guess it means I'm good at what I do - else they wouldn't bother to come after me."

"You shouldn't say that with pride! That's not how this works!"

"Tell me how you think it should work, then!"

Tangerine glared, "You shouldn't be involved. You worked too hard to become a teacher, to have a real career, and you threw it all away, for what? For this life?"

"What do you care, Aaron!? Honestly!? 'S been years, you just disappeared from my life! I don't think you have the right to boss me around anymore! We're not fuckin' kids anymore!"

He huffed a sharp exhale, "You seriously don't know? Really that fuckin' oblivious?"

"I can't read minds! Why don't you use your words like a big boy?"

Aaron, one of your longest standing friends and practically your family without blood, just nodded sadly. "I thought it would've been obvious by now," he sighed.

"What're you - "

"I love you," Tan interrupted. "Yeah? I fucking love you."

"Yeah, I know, and I love you, too, Aaron, but that doesn't - "

"No," he interrupted in a snap, face falling, "no, I meant that I'm in love with you. Jesus Christ," his hand wiped down his face, "been in love with you for years now. Maybe it started when you punched Tommy Jenkins in the nose when we were 16, maybe it started when we aged outta the orphanage and got our first apartment together. I don't know when I fell in love with you, but I know I am."

You paused, "A-Are you serious?"

"Deadly. But luckily you've already had a dose of antidote, eh?"

The chuckle you emitted was involuntary. But then, your irritation bubbled, asking, "Why hold it in all this time? And if you were in love with me, why not call? Why abandon me in the first place? I went four years - four, Tan! - without you and Lem, the two people I treasured the most, felt safe with, found a family in. Not a single one of my letters were returned; you deprived me of any phone call, not even a single text! You just disappeared from my life."

He bowed his head, "I had to leave, sweetheart. I couldn't keep yah around."

"Why? Tell me why right now, or we'll go another four years - "

"This job is dangerous, love, bit too dangerous in honesty. You know that, but to have emotional attachments only leads to error and a lot of hurt. I was trying to play it safe, thinking I was protecting you, because if any of our enemies knew how precious you are to me, they'd use you against me - they'd hurt you and I couldn't risk that."

"You can't protect me from everything," you whispered. "Aaron, you and Brian are my family, you always have been. Your whole life, you've protected me from the brutality of life, but you can't protect me from reality any longer. I'm sorry if me working upsets you, but I know what I'm doing, Aaron. I'm not fragile, I won't shatter."

"I know," he sighed, shaking his head. "I know it's irrational, love, but I can't go another day without you. I know it's been four years too long, I thought of you everyday, and never have I had such regret. Walking away from you, doll, it hurt worse than getting shot."

You sighed and avoided his eyes, admitting, "I like to think that in some twisted way, I entered this life in the hope that I'd run into you. Felt like the only way we could see each other since this line of work is so bloody unorthodox."

Tangerine sniffled, "I always wanted to come back, find yah again, but I couldn't risk it. I can't risk you. And listen, if you don't feel the same, that's all right, love, I know I just sprang this one you, but I just needed you to know - "

"Aaron, you need to stop shutting yourself down when you feel vulnerable," you sighed patiently, waiting for him to nod his head silently to indicate for you to continue. "Take a breath and listen to me." Another nod and you revealed, "I've been in love with you, too, since we were teens. I didn't want to disrupt what we have, so I stayed quiet. You and Brian - you're the only ones I care about, the only ones I want in my crazy, chaotic, unpredictable life. Too much time as already passed, we've missed so much, I don't want to miss another minute."

He crowded closer to you, both hands lifting to hold your cheeks and stare into your eyes. "Been waiting ages t'hear that," he whispered.

You smiled softly, "I love you, Aaron. Absolutely, maddeningly, unequivocally in love with you."

He chuckled and returned the sentiment, foreheads brought together before his breath fanned across your lips. He paused to give you time to reject him, but you boldly pushed yourself to meet his lips in a long-awaited kiss that set your heart and soul on fire. Mouths moved in sync, cheeky tongues mingled, teeth gently clanked together as you kissed passionately and without restraint. His hands dropped to hold your waist, your own curling around his neck to gently thread your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck; his curls feeling soft, moisturized, and bouncy.

You were rudely interrupted by your phone, Tan pulling back with a small smirk, "Gonna get that? Might be important."

"Promise 's just Constance," you grumbled, fishing for your phone and stepping away from Tan's embrace. "Hey, love," you greeted.

"Ah! Thank God! You're not shot yet!"

"No, not shot, just stabbed, earned a few bruises but I'm good," you snorted, looking under the seats to locate you gun. "What's up, why're you calling again, I told you I'd call you when I'm good."

"We have new intelligence."

"Lay it on me," you sent Tangerine a look; his face stoic, indicating he was listening intently.

"Your next stop is the last stop that the White Death's men aren't stationed at. If you wanna make a clean getaway, you gotta get off at the next stop. It's your last chance."

You winced, "Uh... About that, so, funny thing..."

"What did you do?"

"You always think the worst of me, I don't always do shit."

"Did you?"

You paused and glanced at the squashed Hornet, shrugging, "Not really, it's just not the cleanest job I've done."

"What happened?"

"You always assume the worst in me."

"You only prove me right."

You chuckled, "Yeah, all right, fair enough. Listen," you sniffled, turning to face Tan, "we don't have the case or the Son..."

"You better fucking find them. After this stop, all others are gonna be too hard to get off at. The White Death has men in position."

"Well... Funny thing, right," you winced, rubbing the back of your neck, "uh, so, it wasn't our fault, but the Son is dead. The Hornet got to him, used Boomslang venom, I got her after so you can register her as deceased."

"Oh, fucking Christ! You fuckin' serious? Please tell me this is just a bad joke."

"Why would I lie?"

You heard Constance take a deep long breath, knowing she was counting to ten in her head to keep her composure. "Okay, Olive, sweetheart," she spoke slowly, "tell me you know where the case is. Please. I need to hear the words."

"Pretty sure Maria's guy lifted it, but no confirmation yet."

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! Go fucking find him, get that case, and if you don't make the next stop, call me - there's always a backup plan."

"Let's just do Plan B, it'd save a helluva lotta time."

"Olive," Constance growled, "get the Twins, get the fucking case, and get off the fucking train before you all get fucking shot."

You nodded, "Yeah, all right, love, we're on it."

After hanging up, Tan mused, "So, how's Constance?"

"Uh, yeah, no, she's stressed," you cleared your throat. "Wait, how do you know her?"

"Our handler's collaborated with her before."

"Mhm... Okay, just listen, Aaron, I told you the White Death didn't hire me."

"Right."

"Meaning I need that case and I need you and Lem to get off this train with me. We're gonna get to a safe house - "

"No, no, love, we've our own agenda."

"The Son is dead, the case is missing, your job is literally fucked," you reminded sharply. "However, I can still make it worthwhile if we find the case and get off this train. C'mon, love," you pleaded, "you have to trust me. Please, just - don't go through with the last of this job, it's not gonna end well for anyone. But my way means we all get a chance at safety and keeping our lives."

His head shook, "We won't make it in time."

"We can try."

"We need to find Glasses first - and fucking Lemon."

You agreed.

"Looks like your luck's turned around, Joburg," Lemon sneered, the four of you coming to an agreement to take the case, leave the Son's body for the White Death to find, and get to your safe house.

"If it was up to me, we would've left him," Tangerine growled. "Seriously, love, why the fuck did we save him, too?"

"It was the right thing to do, we were all being set up," you explained, surveying the train station. "All right, c'mon, this way."

"So," Ladybug was heard, "you guys are, like, siblings?"

"Who? Us and Olive?" Lemon snickered, watching the blonde man nod. "Sure, mate, something like that."

"Seem real close, the way she risked her life for you two..."

"Well, they say the blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb. 'Course we're gonna look after one another."

The three men followed you, Tangerine keeping a tight hold of the silver briefcase with a train sticker on the handle. When you made it outside the station without incident or interruption, there was a sleek Range Rover waiting at the curb - an old acquaintance of yours leaning on the grill.

"Olive!" The other agent greeted with a grin.

"Gouda," you returned with enthusiasm, hugging the man. "So nice to see you, thanks for doing this."

"Constance calls, I answer," he nodded, eyeing the three other agents behind you. "Huh... See you made some friends, did yah?"

"Something like that," you mused.

"How's it goin', Gouda?" Lemon asked, making your brows pinch.

"You know each other?" Your eyes shifted between the group.

"Unfortunately," Tangerine nodded with a sigh. "Mate..."

"Yeah, fuck you, too, Tangerine," Gouda sneered. "You know, Olive, your friend fuckin' shot me."

"Did you deserve it?"

Gouda paused, "Doesn't matter. All right, whatever, let's get goin', I'm supposed to get you to the safe house."

Everyone piled into the car, you in the passenger seat to give Gouda a rundown on the train's events. Why you needed the safe house. Why you got off before Kyoto, like was agreed upon. He agreed it was all a mess, telling you the team was still gathering information on the White Death's plan - something in motion that would've ended all your lives. Upon arriving at the safe house, you thanked Gouda, him telling you Constance would arrive in a few days to ensure you lot were smuggled out of the country - not trusting other methods as the White Death had associates planted everywhere.

The house was stalked fully with fresh food in the kitchen, a wall of racked weapons, money in a safe, and reinforced panic rooms in the event of an attack.

"Nice, very nice," Ladybug complimented, looking around the place. "Better than what we've got..."

"Pick your rooms, we'll be here a couple days. My handler's gonna work on getting us outta here without the White Death knowing. Maria negotiated terms for you, Mr. Bug, so you're staying with us."

Everyone spread out, finding the bedrooms fully equipped with new clothes and other necessities, like toiletries. Everyone was able to get long, hot showers, and eventually, when you exited the bathroom in a robe with a towel used to dry your hair, you found Lemon sitting on the living room couch - listening intently to the news report.

"Might wanna see this, love," Brian frowned, making room on the couch for you to sit.

"What's up?"

He nodded at the screen, you watching as a Japanese news station reported on a runaway bullet train that obliterated a local town. Your eyes widened, mindlessly translating the segment; Tangerine eventually joining you two. "What're you two watchin'?" He asked softly, standing behind the couch with his hands on your shoulders. From the opposite door that housed a few other bedrooms, Ladybug entered; the news catching his attention, too.

There was a tension in the air that couldn't be described.

"The White Death sent a fucking bullet train off the rails. All those innocent people..." You whispered, camera crews capturing the devastation and destruction caused. You realized, "He set us all up, he was gonna kill us all."

"Thank God for Constance. What the hell did we do to him, though?" Lemon wondered. "I mean, have any of us actually done a job for or against the White Death before?"

"No clue," Ladybug answered nervously, "but whatever we did, really pissed him off if that's his retaliation. What was the motive, though? Why put us all on the same mission? Same train?"

"Sounds like a vendetta," you answered, the room going silent as everyone contemplated your words. "C'mon, lads, 's been a day. Should get some shut eye."

"Yeah, yeah," Lemon sighed, "good idea. You'll let us know when Constance makes contact?"

You nodded in agreement, bidding them all a goodnight before heading for your designated room. It wasn't more than ten minutes later, you sat on the bathroom floor with an array of medical supplies spread around you in an effort to clean your wounds, when a knock sounded at your door. "Come in," you permitted, tending to a decent sized gash in your hairline.

"You all right?" Tangerine asked softly, leaning in the doorframe of your bathroom. He was dressed down in a pair of joggers and a black wife beater.

"Peachy keen, love."

"You know, this image, right here," he gestured to you, the blood drops on the pristine floor, and all the supplies you required, "is why I didn't want you involved."

You nodded slowly, "Yeah, but it's just the name of the game, you know?"

"Need help?"

"No, I'm about done," you sighed, tightening the gauze around your thigh, "but you can help me up, though."

He smirked and offered his hand, helping hoist you to your feet and sigh as he looked you over. You breezed past him, patting his chest under a blood-stained button up; entering your bedroom and dropping onto the bed to rub your tired feet. You watched Tan follow you, a question on the tip of his tongue that couldn't quite take form.

But Tangerine was a man of action, so he abandoned his words and knelt in front of you; caressing your jaw and cheek to sweep his thumb over the apple of your cheek. You were ready to question his unusually soft demeanor when he leaned in and pressed a sultry kiss to your lips - sucking the breath from your lungs.

You hummed in contentment when he pulled back with a small smirk, whispering, "Been wanting t'do that for ages."

"Took you long enough," you breathed, surging forward to wrap your arms securely around his neck and meet in a messy, passionate kiss that made both your heads spin.

Slowly, you felt Tan rise from his position and moved back on the bed to give him room to crawl over you; kiss never ceasing, only a tangled mess of lips, tongue, and teeth. You moaned with greed when his tongue swept against the seam of your lips, being granted access, letting your mouth mingle and dance together in unbridled passion you weren't even aware Aaron could harness.

"Fuck," you whimpered when he detached from your mouth and started down your neck; licking, scraping his teeth, creating a legion of markings as he went. After years of loving him at a distance, this entire ordeal felt surreal; as if in a dream or alternate universe. His hands squeezed your waist before drifting downward, caressing your hips, hoisting your uninjured leg up his hips before grinding his swelling cock into your pantie-covered cunt.

Your hands daintily fumbled with the material of his shirt, quickly shucking the material from his sculpted torso. You knew he was fit, but seeing him bare like this was something else entirely - mouth salivating, but being unable to truly appreciate him in his glory. You were both littered in bruises and cuts, evidence from fighting the entire night; careful with the injuries, happy with the soft, gentle way you caressed one another.

His hands moved to the tie of your robe, pulling the knot to release; able to slowly push the material aside and look down at your exposed flesh. No bra, no shirt, only a pair of panties under that robe. He licked his lips, meeting your eyes again. "C'mere," he whispered, sitting back, "waited too long, fuckin' hell."

You smirked and sat up, the both of you locking eyes and stripping from your cloth barriers as fast as you could. Reaching for him again, you crashed back into the mound of soft pillows, keeping him close; legs spread to accommodate his slender hips, holding his neck and shoulders to keep him where you wanted.

Tangerine grunted when you reached for his cock, stroking him slowly to full mast. Your lips were sticky, wet tongues wagging against one another to create webs of saliva when he pulled back. Gently knocking your hand away, Tangerine shimmied down your body, lips pressing quick pecks anywhere he could reach; pausing at your nipples and biting harshly.

You yelped with pleasure, back arching, Tangerine smirking at the reaction - mouth covering one breast as his hand pawed at the other to let his fingers pinch and tweak your nipple. His tongue flattened against your sternum, looking up to meet your eyes as he continued down your battered body until his face was nestled between your thighs. "Oh, Jesus fuck!" You moaned when he took his first taste.

He hummed, "Exactly my thoughts. Fuckin' hell, tastes bloody delightful - fuck me." He grunted and dove back in, latching his lips around your clit and using the fingers of his dominant hand to plunge knuckle-deep in your sloppy warmth. "That's a good girl," he praised, using two fingers to pump in and out, in and out, in and out - your body twitching as pleasure mounted to make you unable to lay still. "Mhm, look so fuckin' pretty like this - spread out, all f'me. Can't get tired of this sight," he moaned, lapping at your wetness.

"Aaron," you begged, gripping the curls at the crown of his head, grinding your hips up to his mouth. "Oh, God, yes, yes," you encouraged, breathing turning sharp and shrill. For a moment, you completely forgot where you were and why you were in a safe house; reality melting away when fully enraptured in Tangerine. "There, right there, holy shit," you whimpered when he prodded that one special place of your inner walls.

"Gotcha, love, I gotcha," he mumbled, sucking and flicking his tongue against your pearl as he focused fully on that spongey spot; causing a wave of slick to generate on his tongue. He grunted, bicep flexing as he pumped his digits faster and faster; his other hand laid across your lower belly to hold you in place.

"Shit!" You met a long-awaited crescendo, a little embarrassed by how quick you met your end - having been a few months since you were intimate with anyone.

But my God, none of them compared to Aaron. His body was slick with a light sheen of sweat, his mustache scraping your sensitive bud with his fingers still working against you. You tried to wriggle away, but Tan held you in place, his other hand now holding one of your thighs wide for his benefit. You forgot there were other occupants in the house, moaning and whimpering the longer Aaron lapped at your essence and messily fingered you.

You could've cried from the pleasure, pulling on his curls as a second orgasm washed over you. You, too, were now sweating, stomach knotted and legs beginning to shake slightly; thighs closing around his ears as your muscles contracted.

Tangerine chuckled when he pulled back, taking one more nip at your swollen and sensitive clit; sighing in satisfaction as he looked up at you, evidence of your pleasure smeared around his mouth, chin, and mustache. Cheekily, he wiped around his mouth, sucking his fingers clean while you tried to catch your breath.

"Jesus Christ," you chuckled.

"Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah," you grinned, tugging on his curls again to indicate you wanted him back up with you. He didn't waste time to crawl over you, and when in place, you reached for his warm cock to place at your entrance.

"Oi, hang on, gotta rubber - "

"I'm on birth control, we're okay," you rushed. "Unless you're dirty?"

"Nah, love, I don't fuck nobody raw," he smirked, "but there's a first time for everything, huh?" Aaron laughed almost cruelly when he pushed his hips forward and notched his cock's head inside you, pausing a single moment to watch your reaction as he sunk deeper to stretch you out.

Maybe you had been depriving yourself all these years, Tan's cock being a size, length, and girth you've not handled before. Nobody compared, your cunt weeping with joy at finally having a challenge worthwhile; his balls swinging before being trapped between your bodies. He made a noise, a mix of a moan and whimper, readjusting his hold on you so he held one thigh and the other was supporting his weight by your head.

Your hand laid on his waist, the other around his neck; eyes locked in a passionate connection when he began moving. Your mouth opened in shock, huffing for air, unable to look away - blue eyes pinning you in place. His mouth descending onto yours, rolling his hips to create friction; cock head prodding your gummy walls as the muscles in his back and shoulders flexed with each movement. You lifted a hand to hold his cheek, tongues swirling around one another, Aaron increasing his pace a fraction.

Your nails dug into his flesh, leaving trails of raised, red scratches in their wake - yet it was as if he didn't even notice. "Know I love you, yeah?" Aaron whispered, veins in his neck protruding; heart hammering.

"Yeah," you nodded, wanting him impossibly closer, "yeah, Aaron, I love you, too, holy shit."

Maybe emotional intimacy turned you on more than you ever realized. He clenched his teeth, both hands pressed onto the mattress to support himself as he started to thrust faster. "Not gonna last, love, not with the way you're squeezin' me," he warned, a few stray curls falling over his forehead, his golden medallion swinging and knocking gently against your chin. "Jesus, fuck, you feel so fucking good," he rambled, "like you were fuckin' made for me - Goddamnit."

"We're idiots for waiting so long," you moaned.

"Won't ever be that stupid again," he laughed gently, looking down between you to watch himself disappear and reappear in and out of you; coated in your slick, veins of his cock now throbbing as he felt the familiar coil begin to tighten.

His thumb pressed to your clit and rubbed, your moans getting louder and longer; own hands groping your breasts and tweaking your nipples to add to the sensations Tangerine provided. "Baby," you whined, "'M close - "

"Get there, love, c'mon," he begged, "can't hold back - wanted this f'so long, fuck!" One hand slapped his away to let you control your clit, Tangerine grinning, "Naughty girl. Shit, that's a sight, innit?"

"Don't stop!"

Aaron growled, pinching his brows in concentration as he snapped his hips, the sounds of his balls slapping against you clapping around the room; mingling with your moans, groans, whimpers, and the thick smell of sex that hung in the air. "Feels so fuckin' good," he mumbled, straining himself to resist. "Tight and warm, Jesus fuck, my love, you're perfect - so fucking perfect - Goddamnit."

"There, there, there," you chanted, rubbing your clit vigorously while Aaron dissolved his restrain to hammer into your core with sloppy movements. "Yes, oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes! Please, Aaron, yes, right there, baby, please - don't stop!"

"Fuckin' cum for me, c'mon, love, let it go," he growled, teeth scraping over your collarbone before latching in a gentle bite on your shoulder. "That's it, there it is," Aaron moaned, feeling the restrictive flutter of your cunt, "good girl, good fuckin' girl, that's it."

Your mind went blank, unable to process anything other than Aaron's cock still hammering into you at a brutal pace; the entire bed creaking and rattling against the wall. You whimpered, lips parting when he didn't stop, encouraging, "Need you t'cum, baby, please. Wanna feel you in me - want your cum, fucking need it. C'mon, Aaron, c'mon, love, finish in me - fucking fill me, please, I need it."

"Yeah? Need it?" He grunted, cheeks flushing.

"So bad, need your cum so bad!"

He grit his teeth, humping all the faster before the warmth of your cavern became too much. "Shit!" Tangerine shouted, taking two more rolling thrusts before fully sheathing himself in you as rope of sticky, thick cum painted your inner walls. "Oh, holy hell," he panted, keeping himself still but his arms trembling to support himself as he pulled back only slightly. "All right?" He checked, glancing to where you two were conjoined. "You good?"

"Perfect," you nodded, petting up and down his sides as if entranced and in disbelief this happened. He felt so soft all of a sudden, a stark contrast to his stoic and aggressive personality. "You all right?"

He grunted and retracted his hips, cock springing free to let him crash on the bed beside you; both your lungs working in tandem to attempt to even out. "Absolutely, so fuckin' good," he told you, both staring at the ceiling for a moment before his head turned to look at you. He grinned slyly, chuckling, "That really happened?"

"Think so."

"Fan-fuckin'-tastic," he mused. "Stay put a second, love," he whispered, standing from the bed to venture into the bathroom. After a moment, he returned with a warm and damp washcloth, helping you clean up the cum leaking from your cunt; wiping away the messiness. He cleaned himself as well, you crawling under the covers of the bed - not bothering to redress.

When Tan joined you again, he snuggled into the sheets and opened his arm to welcome you into his side. It was weird, you usually hated sleeping with anyone, finding it too hot and restrictive, but laying there with Tangerine, you felt incredibly at peace.

"You know Constance isn't gonna be here for a couple days," you mentioned casually.

"Uh-huh."

"Think I just found our past time."

"Oh, darlin'," Tangerine chuckled, "we're not leavin' this bed."

"We'll have to eat."

"Least that Ladybug twat can do is bring us our food, eh?"

But you paused to consider something, laid on his chest and idly tracing the scars on his beefy chest. "Hey, Aaron?" You whispered.

"Hmm? What is it, love?"

"What's gonna happen when we leave here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, here, in Japan, we're together... But when we go home t'London, back to reality, what's gonna happen?"

"What? You mean, with us?"

"Yeah."

He snickered, "Why would anything change, love? I'm not just in love with you, here, in Japan, but everywhere - wholeheartedly. So, when we go back, we make this work. No matter what it takes."

"Really?"

Aaron grinned, "'Course, love. Went four long years without even seein' yah, I have no plans t'let you go again - not so soon, not ever." He stretched and tucked his free arm behind his head, "You're stuck with me, doll. That all right with you?"

You grinned up at him, "Perfect by me."

His lips found yours again, starting a very noisy night that made both Lemon and Ladybug clamp pillows over their ears.

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everything that’s left (AL12 x reader)

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pairing: arthur leclerc x reader | (ex) charles leclerc x reader

w/c: 1587

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a/n: have fun!! i really do enjoy this series, hope you love it too :)))

taglist: @ggaslyp1 @janeholt3 @boherahpsody @kryingkat22 @iamkaku @vizzzashley @mycenterfold

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It started with meeting him two weeks into you and Charles’ relationship, all he did was smile at you and wave when you greeted him.

“Meet Arthur. He’s my brother.” Charles says, placing his arm around your shoulder.

Arthur looks up from his phone and flashes a warm smile at you, giving you a slight royal-looking wave. You smile awkwardly and wave back.

He immediately turns back to his phone and Charles pulls you away, bringing you around to see other people.

Then it became ‘hi’s and ‘bye’s, waving when you two saw each other, giving each other smiles and acknowledgement.

“Hi.” You say as you walk past Arthur in the paddock.

“Hello.” Arthur replies, looking up from his phone and smiling slightly.

Slowly but surely you two started chatting, be it across text or in person; these chats were pretty shallow and superficial, talking about the weather and all.

“I saw your instagram post.” You comment.

“You did?” Arthur asks, chuckling slightly.

“Yea. Seems like you had fun.” You say, feeling slightly more comfortable.

“I did.” Arthur replies, smiling.

After that, it slowly evolved into deeper chats, about how having an older brother in the sport gave unreal expectations of him, less about the weather and more about feelings.

“It gets hard sometimes, yea, you get me?” He says, leaning back onto the seat.

“Mhm. Definitely. Must be hard.” You say, still rather uptight when talking to him.

“People expect me to be a carbon copy of him, and when I’m not, I’m just bad.” Arthur continues ranting.

You’re not sure if he’s intentionally ranting or not but you don’t mind. You enjoy listening to him talk about something deep rather than what the sky was looking like.

Then, the chats became more casual, happening anywhere and everywhere. The uptight and tense feeling in your body disappeared slowly and the knot in your stomach slowly faded off.

“And eventually, it all just piles up and it feels like no one is there for me and I feel like killing myself.” Arthur deadpans.

“Okay- first off, NO. You are not doing that. Second off, what do you mean ‘no one is there for you’? What am I? A roach?” You respond, scoffing.

“Listen, I did not mean it like that, sometimes you are too far away.” Arthur says.

“Literally text me.”

“I don’t have your number.”

“You don’t?”

“No.”

“Well what the hell.”

You gave him your number, he gave you his: The start of many random calls and facetimes for whatever reason.

When Charles wasn’t there, the next best option was him. Arthur never hesitated to talk to you or sit with you while you stared into the blank space.

“Do you ever think about how we might not ever meet our soulmate.” You say, staring into the ceiling.

Arthur put down his phone, “I think we all will meet someone we love truly.”

“Mmkay…” You continued staring.

The silence in the room was not tense or awkward, it was more like a calm white noise that gave you a weird sense of clarity.

Finally, when you started losing Charles, Arthur became the first choice. If Charles was being a dick, it was going straight to Arthur. If Charles left you alone, Arthur was there.

You descend into a mess of tears and rambling. Across the phone, you hear shuffling of feet and footsteps.

“Please stay on the phone. I’m coming over.”

You manage out a ‘mhm’ for him.

There’s a short silence.

“Charles would never.” Arthur reassures you, “He’s faithful.”

You hope so too. You desperately hope so.

And now, you laid on Arthur’s couch, curled up in a cradle position, making some very unearthly noises as you cried your lungs out. You think back on everything leading up to this point.

What did you do wrong? Did you mess up?

Arthur walks back into the living room, holding a warm cup of water.

“I… uhm… you want water?” Arthur says, giving you the cup of water.

You nod weakly, your entire face red from crying and the dried up tears still on your cheeks. You take the cup of water from him and take a sip of it.

It’s warm, leaning to the hot side but still warm.

He takes a seat next to you and you shuffle to the side to give him space to sit down. He places his hands on his lap, like the gentleman he is.

“Sorry for…” You sniff, “Barging in randomly when I said I wanted to be alone.”

“It’s okay, really, no problem.” He assures, his hand flying to your shoulder and giving it a slight pat.

“It’s just been really hard and I don’t know why and it’s confusing me so much.” You sigh, sniffing more and holding back some tears.

“I get it. It’s hard… I’m always here for you.”

I’m always here for you.

I’m always here for you…

It sends some sort of chill down your spine, making you shiver slightly. The words repeat in your head as you try to construct a sentence to respond to him. Charles never really meant it when he said that, now Arthur’s the one saying it. You don’t really know what to say back.

“I hope so.” You say. It comes out a lot more obnoxious than you expected

It clearly takes Arthur aback too, as he hesitates to reply to you, clearly trying to find the right words.

“I will. You can trust me.” He says.

Again, Charles would say that often. You think about all the times he’s said it and all the times he went back on his word.

“Charles said that too.”

You can feel your emotions taking over, you’re not processing the words you’re saying, every word that spills out doesn’t go through a filter.

Arthur is clearly stumped on what to say next.

Shit.

You apologise, “I’m sorry, I’m tired, the words aren’t… processing or anything.” Your nose is still blocked.

“It’s alright. I understand.” He says again, still speaking as if you two were having some friendly chat.

You know Arthur’s the kind to speak rationally and methodically approach something but right now all you needed was the Arthur which hugged you when Charles couldn’t.

“Could you… not speak like that.” You blurt out. The words, once again, sounding rather rude.

Arthur raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t want any solutions right now.” You say, slightly frustrated.

Arthur nods, “Sorry. Just… natural instinct.”

“I just need you to…I don’t even know.” You take a deep sigh again.

Before you can string together another sentence, Arthur slowly shifts closer to you and pulls you in for a slow hug. You don’t fight back.

He pulls you in and pats you on the back, your head lays on his shoulder. It’s warm, very warm. His touch makes you tear up again.

His hug feels genuine, it feels as if he never wants you to leave him. You can’t remember the last time you were hugged like this.

The tears start flowing out again and you let out soft sobs, your head still laying on Arthur’s shoulder. As you sob and eventually start crying again, Arthur doesn’t let go, he doesn’t flinch when you abruptly start crying. He just keeps you within his embrace.

You missed this. You missed everything about this.

“I don’t wanna leave.” You say while crying. You’re not sure how much Arthur heard of that sentence but you couldn’t care less.

Arthur subtly nods and pats you on the back.

“You don’t have to.” He whispers gently.

Arthur’s gentle whisper makes you feel like crying even more and letting it all out, for real, for once. Everything about the way Arthur dealt with you made you feel safe.

You take a deep breath before releasing all your emotions at once. You don’t even know which emotions are coming out anymore, you just cry, scream and wail.

Arthur barely moves, once again not flinching at your sudden outburst. He releases you from the hug but keeps holding your hand. You eventually lay down next to Arthur, letting everything that’s bottled up out.

His grip on your hand is firm, and it’s assuring.

“You could stay… for a while.” He whispers again, but loud enough for you to hear.

You nod in response as you gather your emotions. It’s almost impossible to string together a coherent sentence at this point, your entire head is just a messy jumble of memories and everything that’s happening right now but blurred into one.

You really want to stay.

So you do.

About an hour passes before you stop crying and you sit up, taking multiple deep breaths, calming yourself.

Arthur’s still sat next to you, his hand still holding yours.

The sky outside is practically dark at this point, most of the city lights have gone off, except the clubs and some houses. Arthur’s been sitting silently next to you.

He’s been for the past hour, letting you have a safe space to pour your feelings out. He turns to you and smiles warmly, like the smile he flashed at you when you first met him, and like the one you so distinctly remember no matter what.

Like the smile you fell in love with when Charles couldn’t afford to give you a glance.

Charles walked out on you, and that took everything left out of you, he left a gaping hole in your heart. Everything disappeared when Charles walked out… everything but Arthur.

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'Remember Me Now?'

Pairing. Sunghoon x fem!reader

Genre. Fluff

Warnings. None

Synopsis. It was your sister's wedding- and you expected it to be quite exhausting. Except this certain man made your day better, not realizing he was the boy you spent your childhood with.

So, the day was finally here. The day you were dreading ever since your future brother in law proposed to your sister. Yeah I know it's rude but, it takes a lot of effort to prepare a wedding, right? Your family wasn't the ordinary. Normal families would have have the couple arrange the marriage- well this family makes the couple sit on thrones the entire time while the rest of the members arranged it. I mean- who can go against tradition?

You were the next in line, which meant you were the one to socialize with every aunt and uncle who was present- not even knowing how they were related to you. You asked your mom uncountable times that you'd help her behind the scenes, but she won. Now you have to smile and talk to everyone. You have to be in everyone's display as 'the bride's sister'. I'm telling you it's an introvert's nightmare.

Atleast you won over something- not going to a salon.

Yeah you do not like other people dress you up- and paying for it too? Who does that?

"Momm" you called her as you ran to her room. "Mom zip this for me" you asked.

She did, right after that she turned you around and started ranting about how you should put on some makeup.

"You're the bride's sister! Dress up for once y/n" she said.

"Alright alright" you groaned as you went to your sister's room to take some of hers.

You immediately took a call to your best friend- who is an expert in this stuff.

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"Awhh you look so pretty!" Wonyoung said after she instructed you on how to apply it.

You sighed.

"Oh cheer up, I bet boys would be drooling over you bestie- I promise you it'll be fun alright?" She assured you.

"Thanks bae" you said as you started doing your hair. "I'm leaving in 20 minutes so I think I'll have to hang up" you said.

"Mmkay- I love you bye!" She replied.

You took a deep breath as you got out of the car.

'This is it y/n, this is where you die' you thought to yourself. You helped your sister get off the car, then made your way to the hall. You followed your mom everywhere, pretending to be busy as you weren't ready to socialize yet. Your mom then called you to arrange a few things, and you went gladly.

"Hey y/n" she said.

"Hm?"

"Remember Sunghoon?" She asked you.

"As in.. Mrs. Park's son? The ones who's studying in China?"

"Yes. He's arrived in Korea for the holidays, I hope you can speak to him as well"

"Him?? He's way older!"

"Oh he's only two years apart, besides, you used to play with each other all the time"

"That was years ago mom- I don't even remember how he looks"

"Okay okay, now go on and talk" she pushed you into the main hall. You looked back at her, terrified. She gestured you to walk forward.

Not even 2 minutes and you found yourself in a group of three middle aged women.

"Look at you! You've become so pretty!" One of them said, holding your right arm. You smiled. Just like that you had to smile at every person who spoke to you.

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After what felt like hours, it was finally dinner time- which meant you could take a break.

You were tired. Exhausted. You went out to the garden to get some fresh air. You already fell in love with the place. It had greenery everywhere you turned, and a fountain in the middle with benches next to it. The area was lit up with dull lights- you finally felt at peace.

You sat on a bench which faced the city. Oh how you loved the sight of the city- especially at night. You removed your 3 inch heels, your feet swollen from all the walking- only to find a scratch on your right ankle.

"Ouch!" You whispered as you tried to move your foot.

"Hi there"

You flinched. You looked up to see a tall man wearing a black suit, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass with grape juice in it.

"H- hi" you said.

"Are you okay?" He kept his drink on the bench as he knelt down to take a look at your wound, his dyed silver hair falling perfectly on his face. He took out a tissue and folded it into four, then placed it on the wound. You furrowed your eyebrows- he chuckled at the sight. He carried your foot and put it back into the shoe.

"Here, it'll make it easier to walk" he said, placing your foot down. He got up and sat next to you.

"Thanks" you said.

He smiled at you. Gosh- why was he so good looking though?

"Uhm- well-"

"Bride's sister huh, must be tough" he said.

"How'd you know?"

"You don't remember me?" He said pretending to be hurt.

"Uhhh"

"I won't tell you"

So, you two spoke for the next 10 minutes- you didn't even know his name yet. You didn't realise how fast time was passing until you heard 'Kataware doki', your favorite piano piece, playing from the hall.

"Oh the dancing" you mumbled. "This song is so pretty, listen"

He stared at you for a moment, then got up and stood in front of you.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, bowing with his hand reaching out.

"Of course" you giggled, taking his hand.

The swelling was long forgotten once he placed his pretty hands on your waist and shoulder.

"I'm not the best at this" you said chuckling.

"You'll get the hang of it, just follow my lead" he said, raising your chin up with his left hand.

Soon, you were twirling in his hold, and you didn't want it to end. Except it did. You locked eyes with him, his hand still on your waist, and faces just inches apart. His eyes were now on your lips, you observed how his eyelashes fluttered as he looked back and forth at your eyes and lips. Your eyes couldn't keep still either, and they did the same. You two got closer by the minute, it was like you were in a daze. Your noses were brushing on each other, his lips now parted.

'Just kiss me already' you said in your mind.

The next song started playing, which made the both of you come back to your senses. You took a step behind, looking down as you played with your fingers.

"I- I need to go" you said, avoiding eye contact.

He took a step forward, taking your hands in his.

You let go, giving him a soft smile. You made your way back to the hall, where your work awaited you.

As you opened the glass doors, the sound of people's chattering instantly filled your ears. It was as though you had woken up from the most beautiful dream, and now having to face reality. You let out a deep sigh as you had to put on that fake smile again.

After half an hour of socializing, you saw your mom calling you from a distance, a familiar woman by her side.

"Y/n, remember Mrs. Park?" Your mother said, introducing you to her.

"Oh hello!" You bowed at her.

"Oh my gosh y/n! Look at you- you've grown so much! You're so pretty now!" She said, pulling you in for a hug.

"Awh Mrs. Park how've you been!" You asked her, still in her hold.

"I've been great!" She replied, parting the hug. "Have you met Sunghoon yet? I hope you still remember him" she laughed.

"Of course I do!" You told her, chuckling.

She then gestured someone behind you to come.

"Here he is!" You turned to look at him.

'What. The. Hell.'

The guy you danced with- WHAT?

Your eyes widened. You shook his hand, your mouth slightly parted out of shock.

"Remember me now?" He said, leaning in with a small smirk on his face.

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#enha scenarios #enha x reader #enhypen fluff #enha fluff #enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen oneshots #oneshot #sunghoon enhypen #sunghoon #hoon #sunghoon x reader #enhypen jay #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon x y/n

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lmao idk if you remember but I mentioned in my last ask sky smacking around the reader- and here’s my vision

Imagine reader gettin a lil to comfy with some of his knight friends at the academy and the reader notices his annoyance but he’s a sweet boy what harm could a lil fun possibly do? (Right?)

so they start purposely flirting thinking they can get away with it until sky has enough and drags them back to his room and makes them s(cream) his name so that Everyone knows who you belong to.

Rlly he just puts you in your place <3

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hi star <33 i love pissing off my boyfriend so this is such a fun idea!!!! i love being annoying!!!

loud enough

cw: jealous sky, degrading, fingering, im just obssessed with sky's hands specifically, wall/door sex? kind of? squirting, a tiny bit of manhandling, teeny bit of exhibitionism, like 2 spanks, doggy, reader has a vagina no pronouns

minors do not interact.

sometimes your curiosity got the best of you. its not like you were trying to piss him off. you were just hanging out with sky and some of the other knights at the academy. they were great at conversation and you were having a good time. apparently too good of a time for sky's liking. could you blame him? there's no way anyone could miss the way the knights would look you up and down, staring at your gorgeous figure and your pretty face. sky really wished you chose a different outfit for today.

he was getting quite annoyed with how hard you were laughing at their jokes. he talked to these people every day and they were definitely not that funny. with a sigh, he forced a smile across his face and grabbed your hand. "sweetheart?" you turned to him, eyes lighting up at your boyfriend's attention.

you were just a tad bit disappointed to find his smile, though it did seem a bit off to you. "let's go back to the room, yeah? im starting to get sleepy." you tilted your head, a cheeky grin spreading across your face. “you’re always sleepy, hun. mmkay, let’s go. bye everyone!”

you gave a flirty wave goodbye as sky dragged you down the hallways to his room. the entire time you talked his ear off about how nice his friends were.

once you entered the room, the door was slammed shut and you were pressed against it with your boyfriend pressed against you. he pinned you there with his chest to your back, his breathing heavy. “you really think you’re funny, sweetheart?” he mumbled. you smirked, wiggling your hips against hun.

“i don’t know wh—“ your snarky remark was cut off by sky sinking his teeth into your shoulder. he never bit you that hard. you were starting to think maybe you went too far, but you couldn’t help but be excited.

“you can play dumb all you want, i know what you’re doing. you don’t have to be a whore if you just want me to fuck you, okay?” he whispered into your ear.

you huffed, trying to cover up the nervous whimper you let out. his voice was so cold, but he kept that pretty dimpled smile of his. he slipped a hand into your underwear, rubbing in between your folds. “you’re all wet just from acting like that? that’s pathetic, sweetheart. let’s play a game, hm? i’ll give you my fingers, but i want you to scream. if i think you’re loud enough i’ll fuck you. if not, you get to watch me fuck my hand. how’s that sound?”

you nodded quickly, still pushing your hips back against him. "mhm, please!" without another word, sky plunged his fingers into your heat. you mewled, reaching up to grab his hair. you pushed back into his hand, urging him to increase his pace as he pressed sloppy open mouthed kisses into your neck.

you moaned so sweetly, but those weren't the sounds he was looking for. sky crooked his fingers, letting out a small laugh when he found the spongey spot that he was looking for. he suddenly started a brutal pace, making you squeal. "oh fuck, fuck yes, yes-" the wet noises from your cunt were making him lose his mind. you clenched around him so hard, he really couldn't wait to fuck you.

"you're so nasty, making a mess on the floor. did you want everybody else to see you like this? gonna give everybody a turn with you?"

"no! no, just want you, just you!" you cried. the heat in your stomach was only burning hotter with his cruel words. you didn't think he'd react like this- not your sweet boyfriend. you could tell he was jealous from the beginning. of course, you would've made it up to him with the best blowjob of his life, but this was much more exciting.

"you gonna cum for me then?" "y-yeah, please lemme- hnnng!" you came with a loud cry, gushing all over his fingers. sky hissed as you soaked the floor and his hand, whispering under his breath. "shit."

you panted, legs barely able to hold you up as you leaned on the door. suddenly you were hoisted up by your waist and thrown onto the bed. you barely had time to blink before sky's lips were on yours. he ran his hands up and down your body, desperate to take in as much of you as possible.

it wasn't long before your lover had started frantically removing both of your clothes. when you were stripped bare, you were flipped onto your stomach. he grabbed your hips, forcing your ass in the air. sky couldn't help but squeeze the soft flesh. you keened, arching your back further and pushing into his hands. "c'mon, hurry u- ah!"

both of your ass cheeks grew hot with a pleasurable pain. did he just spank you? you were sure you were dreaming. he rubbed the skin, soothing the flesh.

"im still not happy with you. do a good job and scream, maybe then you'll make it up to me."

your boyfriend slowly worked himself inside, one hand on your hip and the other between your shoulder blades. you whined into the pillows, drool dripping down your chin. sky gave your hair a slight tug, bringing your head back up before resting his hand on your back once more.

he drew his hips back to slam into you harshly, a yelp escaping your lips. your cunt sucked him in so good, he couldn’t help but fuck you relentlessly. your fingers dug into the sheets as you cried your boyfriends name over and over. he grunted quietly, releasing all of the pent up jealousy on your poor cunt.

“fuck fuck fuck, more! link!”

“more? sure you don’t wanna go talk to your new friends?” he said with another smack to your ass. you whimpered at the impact, the coil in your tummy tightening quickly.

“n-no! no, just want you! please, want you!”

that’s what he wanted to hear, and hopefully everyone else heard it too.

#kore.writes #link x reader smut #link x reader #loz x reader smut #loz x reader #legend of zelda x reader smut #legend of zelda x reader #star.anon

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What a Surprisingly Thoughtful Defunctland Documentary Taught Me about Writing Fanfic

In case you weren't aware, Defunctland (Kevin Perjurer) is an artist and documentarian whose delightful films cover the strange histories of theme parks and themed entertainment (my favorite is the FastPass+ retrospective). I just finished watching one of his videos, and I found the conclusion so inspiring that I wanted to jot down some impressions.

I didn't think a documentary about trying to track down the composer of the Disney Channel theme song would lead me on a deep dive into artistic identity and legacy, but here we are.

youtube

So without spoiling the ending, the film concludes in part with various artists (and even the filmmaker himself) introspectively discussing the complicated relationship between an artist, what he creates, and the legacy he want to leave behind.

Usually an artist hopes to be remembered for something meaningful and lasting, something "serious," probably the culmination of years of labor that they would consider to be their best work. For a composer, they might imagine a grand piece played in a concert hall, or something similarly complex. Almost certainly not a four note jingle played between commercial breaks.

Kevin himself admitted to having difficulties reconciling his love for his work and the films he creates with his disappointment with his outward facing identity: a YouTuber and Content Creator, who gets called pretentious for trying to identify himself as an artist, filmmaker, and documentarian.

Part of what's put forward in the film is that maybe we need to stop obsessing over how grandiose or serious the work we're remembered for is, which is really a thing of ego and largely outside our control. Maybe what we need is some humility, and to learn that what's important isn't how fantastical the work was, but the amount of joy it brought to people.

It got me thinking about being a fanfic writer. I've never had anyone call me pretentious for claiming I'm an artist, but I've felt like I am. And I have had people tell me that I'm "wasting my talent" writing fanfic and that I should eventually outgrow this hobby and do real writing. It's made me timid to tell my friends that I write, and made the pride I feel when I finish a piece a tad tarnished.

But if I step back from the notion that the value of a piece of art is determined by predefined measurable parameters, instead of by the passion, talent, and love and dedication of the craft poured into it by its maker and the joy it sparked in others, maybe I'd stop pooh-poohing the stuff I make—THE FANFIC I WRITE (louder for the people in the back!)—and treat it like the lovingly-crafted, handmade, one of a kind, fresh-squeezed out of my brain SPARKLY WORK OF ART THAT IT IS.

And the same goes for you! So, uh, yep! That's it. That's the post.

Mmkay bye!

#fanfic #writers #artists #defunctland #personal #long post #Youtube #when you’re just trying to watch a lil YouTube video and get smacked upside the head with ARTISTIC WISDOM

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Double the Popcorn - a Malevolent fic (Intermezzo spoilers)

You think there’s anyone I haven’t seen? Fucked around with? Followed? You think there isn’t a version of you I haven’t tweaked to be the very d-d-darkest you could be, with flesh in your fingernails and blood in your cheeks like a really fucked-up squirrel?

I. Have tried. Them all. And pal… they don’t fucking work.

AO3

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Look, I tried them all, okay?

You think there’s a Larson I haven’t used, to see if all that ambition could overcome his natural predilection toward excreting mucus? You think there’s a Butcher I haven’t used, bulldozing his way through everything like a gods-damned rhino and singing like an entire chorus while he did?

I. Have tried. Them all. And pal… they don’t fucking work.

I suppose the disappointment is my own fault. Could’ve stayed in my lane, lived one life, stuck with time as-is and boring, but-but-but why? What would be the point? And of course, after I started leaping from string to string to string to fucking hammer, you had to know that wouldn’t last.

Did nipping through time make me a little crazy? Crazier? Probably! Who fucking cares?

I tried them all. That’s what I’m saying. And the only one who has ever consistently gotten me close to my fucking goal is the combination of John the Yellow King and his Court Jester, Arthur.

Which I say tongue-in-cheek, because we all know who’s topping in that relationship, and it ain’t the god.

Look. Look. I’ll do you a solid, since you asked. You get to leave! But first you have to understand why. Why you can’t trade places with him. Why you can’t help him out with all your widdle might.

Because I already tried you, you chowder-eating cunt, and you never get close. Never. Not even insane! Not even blind! Not even inhabited!

Just him. It’s just him, and fuck if I know why. Hyperbole aside, that really is driving me crazy.

Crazier. Craziest!

I should know everything. I should because I’ve played this game too many times! Found all the Easter eggs. Unlocked all the puzzles. Blown all the doors right through the far wall to crush the children’s beds and ooze around their splintered edges like strawberry jam. I even know how to skip unskippable cutscenes!

So why Arthur? And why, for fucking hell, does it have to be Arthur with John?

Arthur alone doesn’t work. John alone doesn’t work. Arthur with any other god-piece doesn’t work. John in any other human doesn’t work. Why? Why these two? They’re fuck-ups!

They’re amazing fuck-ups, don’t get me wrong. They have personally doubled my popcorn budget, but that’s not what I’m saying.

It’s them. Just them. So no, twinkle-toes, you cannot take his place. You cannot help. You are in the way. So! I’m going to send you back because I’m nice (ha, no, it’s just because I’m in a good mood, I love a good zombie flick), and you are going to stay there this time. They think you’re in Spain. You’re staying in Spain. Come back again, and I’ll kill you.

Mmkay? We clear? Too-bad-have-a-nice-life-bye.

Fucking Lester. Always Lestering people. Who the fuck is showing up next in his corner, I’d like to know. Eh, who am I kidding, I already do.

It’s just Arthur’s next choice I don’t know.

Time to get some snacks.

#malevolent #malevolent fic #kayne malevolent #intermezzo spoilers #malevolent kayne

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kakujis · 1 year

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HELOOO BUT I THOUGHT OF SOEMTHING… (for us to indulge in togtehr)

no but imagine GIVING AIKUU BLOWJOBS.. bec he’d be in trance. I DONT THINK HE EVER GETS BLOWED… PLEASE I WANNA LOVE HIM AND LEAVE HIM LIKE THAT…. its oli’s biggest game and you show up 20 minutes before in the lockerroom. everyone’s just staring at you. and aiku is the one most surprised. bec you didnt call.. you never call most of teh times. just show up expecting him to take you in. and veryone leaves you two alone. before he can even say a thing. you hvae pinned on the wall. your hands sliding around his crotch.. rubbing him playfully.

“Listen.. y/n i can’t do- do this rn.. we can’t fu-fuck”

“I am not here to get fucked Aiku… i am here to boost your luck”

he is unsure what you mean, but youre pulling his shorts down and on your knees… he IS DEFINITELY GETTING LUCKY AFTER THAT. and you’re riding him after he brings home that victory….

IM SWEATING LIKE A WHORE IN CHURCH BYE FIKSKXKWSKDKKSDK. ughhhh he probably thinks you’re so pretty when you loll your tongue out to show him his seed that drips slowly down your chin and when you swallow, chirping, “all done!” before pressing one more kiss to his shaft. “see you later, mmkay?” wiping it off, and making sure to lick your fingers clean before you lean in to whisper, “make sure you win so i can congratulate u later♡︎”

#IM MENTALLY ILL BTW .#KFMSKFJSKDKDJ I WANT HIM SO BADDDJFJSJDJD #IM MENTALLY DERANGEHFJSJFJDJD IM FERAL #ZEN IM LOSING MY SHIT IN PUBLIC FR FKKSKDKD #pibby ♡︎ is typing…#…recipient: zen! 💌#aphrodisiacs #oliver aiku smut

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elliesbelle · 9 months

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hi hi hi belleee ♡(ᐢ ᴥ ᐢし)

just needed to come tell you, i’ve been binging your series fic ‘nobody compares to you’ all day and i am in awe and in love. like seriously. first of all, the way you portray ellie feels so canon to her character ughhhh… your worldbuilding is so good, and the plot is amazingly original and noteworthy, but also implements so many little pieces of tlou within it… it’s so heartwarming.

the detail you put into your writing feels so evocative, has me giggling, gasping, swinging my feet, and talking at my phone screen at every twist and turn. like reading your stuff feels like i finally successfully shifted to my desired reality. you are so talented, and i’m so happy to have stumble across your writing — (hope you don’t mind that i am currently building a little nest on your tumblr page for me to live in…)

i will stop gushing creepily now but you are awesome here are your flowers ◟(ᵔ ̮ ᵔ)͜💐

mmkay bye for now <3333

omg thank you so v much!! this was such an amazingly sweet ask to receive and i promise i didn’t find it creepy at all ♥︎

thank you for appreciating this series so much! i put so much time and effort and thought into it, and having that acknowledged is so rewarding

i love the tlou universe so much that writing fics for it gives me so much joy and i hope to give y’all joy thru my writing as well ♥︎

#the hoursssss i have spent writing fics #i canaught even tell y’all #theganymedes #belle answers

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ghostie-gengar · 6 months

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i was talking about this with a friend but here's my ideal formula for the next deep cut concert

open with anarchy rainbow (obviously)

till depth do us part/smeared canvas (since we got fins in the air/hide and sleek in the last one) (also till depth do is part is my fav splatfest theme i would kill to hear it live)

deep cut greets the audience, hypes them up a bit, then says they gotta go even though it was a short concert

they leave and the SQUID SISTERS IRL come on stage!!

callie and marie squidsister sing tomorrow's nostalgia today (did y'all see the cover of that song pretending to be an official live version on youtube? it slapped but my dumbass though the squidsters actually went live without me knowing)

anyways after the song the squid girls dance around and wave and then big man comes in from backstage. he's like omg hi squid sisters i love you guys, wanna sing together

and they're like yeah! and they all sing liquid sunshine

and then DRAMA! shiver and frye come in from opposite sides of the stage and start yelling at poor big man, all while ominous yet hype drums are playing

shiver and frye shove the squid sisters backstage, rough big man up a bit, and then they all sing big betrayal

after the song, big man stands up for himself and says he's allowed to perform with whoever he wants. shiver and frye apologize and admit they were just jealous their fav manta ray was having so much fun without them and didn't want him to ditch them (obviously they'd go more in depth than what i'm saying)

all is forgiven, they hug (please nintendo let them hug) and they sing daybreak anthem

the squid sisters come back and admire deep cut's friendship, going on about how nice it is that they were able to make up

and then all of them sing the last song, calamari inkantation 3mix

remember how when off the hook did fly octo fly and they had confetti? i want confetti for this one

i think this would be a pretty long for a splatoon concert, but whatever oth got pretty close to hour-long concerts

mmkay thats all i got bye

#just saying if daybreak anthem plays at a concert and i hear that beautiful live rendition i will cry like a baby #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatbands #splatoon music #splatoon deep cut #deep cut splatoon #squid sisters #deep cut #shiver splatoon #frye splatoon #big man splatoon

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the-laridian · 11 months

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🍷 well Rowan, now I sure would love to hear the nothing you gotta say about Dr. Fenhill

Rowan: "Where's Max?" looks around, shrugs, looks at drink "This really looks like a Burbleberry Fizz, huh. So. Ellie Fenhill. You ever run into her, you stay away from her, right? All she does is take. Other people don't mean anything to her other than how she can use 'em. In fact, she, you want to know what she did? She - " Max: returns "How many drinks have you had?" Rowan: "…four or five? I think?" Max: "You've had enough. Let's get you home before you - before anything happens." Rowan: "MMkay. Buh-bye, thanks for the drinks!" leans on Max

#the outer worlds #rowan dane #drinking game #answered #take him home max #he's gonna feel this in the morning

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emeralddoeadeer · 11 months

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Can I share a little headcanon with you?(im going to anyway so sorry if you say no)

In Everlong (don’t ask me why) but I can somehow see James and lily having twins - a boy and a girl. Every time I think of them and imagine their future, I always see them with two kids, Sirius and Marlene with a little girl a few years younger, and then Teddy about 10 years younger than the twins. And obviously Mia and Monty living to see their grandkids grow up to older than the age of 10 months 🥹

I’ve adopted these twins as my personal headcanon for any sort of jily muggle AU HC universe that I’ve built up in my head - like q round of characters and personalities that they would have in a story if I ever get round to writing.

Everlong has a lot to do with that HC - lily and Remus being teachers, that childhood friends to lovers trope for Jily, the close dynamic of the VVA group chat (and the potters having at least 2 teslas between James and Fleamont 🤣🤣)

Yeah so literally NO ONE asked for this so idk read knwo why I’ve written it all out.

But I can’t stop thinking about Everlong and I figured I’d try and articulate why 🤣🥹

Mmkay bye 💛 xx

Love this @funbunnypotter26 , you should absolutely write it!!

I have Harry as an only child, for a few reasons, but mainly I like the idea of his childhood being parallel to James', with his parents offering a great example of love etc.

Sirius and Marlene having a daughter (or twin girls) who grow up besties with Harry 💕

And yeah, Teddy is way down the line!

Honestly love hearing any and all of your thoughts 🫶

#asked and answered #everlong #funbunnypotter26

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amiah425 · 1 year

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Hizashi’s POV (kinda)

“No, no that’s not the point Nemuri.” Hizashi grumbled, balancing two lunch boxes in one hand and a stack of papers in the other while hold his phone to his ear with the side of his head.

“But you said you’d get him to come.” The woman on the other side of the line whined childishly, he could hear her stamp her foot.

“I said I would try to get him to come. Two different things Nem.” Hizashi walked over to the table and put down the pile of papers quickly before writing something down on a sticky note.

“Still, you better get Shota to come with us. He said he would last weekend but suddenly he was “busy”.” The blonde huffed, putting one of lunch boxes in the fridge and then sped walked up the stairs.

“I know, I know. But he had- hold up.” He paused as he tip-toed into the master bedroom and moved some of the grey blankets off his husband’s nose. He brushed a few strands of black hair from Shota’s forehead and kissed where his fingers moved his hair gently. He held the phone away from himself and the other man.

“’M going to work now.” He whispered, a large smile pulling on his lips when the watched the other squint his eyes to look at the alarm clock and grumbled and shifting his weight off his arm.

“It’s late.” Shota stretched and yawned, a few tired tears leaked from his eyes.

“Mhm, not that late though, I’m going to drop some stuff off to the school because I forgot to do it yesterday. And I wanted to look around some shops for a few items for Nemuri ‘coz she said she needed them for later.” Hizashi hummed brushing more strands from the raven haired man’s face again, enjoying the soft feeling.

“Mmkay, bye.” Shota rolled over and curled into a tight ball before falling back asleep again.

“Bye love.” The blonde chuckled, walking back out of the room and closing the door leaving it ajar for the cats to come in. When he was down the stairs again, he lifted the phone to his ear again as he picked up his lunch and walked out of the door. Making sure to lock it behind him.

“Okay, I’m back. What was I saying again?”

“Aww, were you giving Shota some love~?” Nemuri teased, making the blonde’s cheeks flush a light pink.

“I was just telling him goodbye.”

“Aha..”

“What was I saying earlier?” Hizashi asked, trying to change the subject.

“Something about Sho-bean had-“

“Oh, yeah. Shota had patrol that night. So he wasn’t able to make it.” Hizashi walked calmly down the street, nodding politely to everyone who walked by.

“He went to patrol on purpose!”

“Maybe..”

“Ugh! Just, get him to come with us this time. He can pick where we go, just as long as he hangs out with us.” The woman huffed, Hizashi could hear her cooking something.

“I’ll try, okay?”

“Fine. See you later I guess. Bye!”

“Bye.” Hizashi hung up and did an unnecessary hop over the edge of the sidewalk, he began to whistle when he stopped, he watched a little fawn run across the road and into the forest happily. He smiled when he saw it’s tail wag when it saw it’s mother then ran away with her.

(yes, fawns do wag their tails when their mother come to pick them up, it’s really cute!)

His gaze shifted to a small trail near the road, his smile widened as he walked over and started going down it.

“I haven’t been on this trail for years! I remember Shota used to walk this way to school. Ah, the memories are all coming back to me.” He hummed, kicking up a few old fallen leaves, they didn’t crunch as loud but they still made a noise. He began to whistle the tune he was earlier, recalling all the memories he shared with his husband. The sound of rushing water slowly flooded his ears, he looked over to his right and saw the still running river and large rocks.

He was about to look back on the path when he saw something out of the ordinary. A streak of lilac purple moved out of the corner of his eyes. He turned to see two violet colored eyes meet his. They belonged to a boy, a thin boy anyway. His clothes where ragged, his arms and face were streaked with dirt and a large, dark bruise was above his left eye and swelling by his cheekbone. And larger bruise was on his arm near his shoulder as well. The boy’s hair stood up in tufts, pointing in wild and random directions.

“He would be such a pretty looking kid if he had a bath or something. Why does he have so many bruises? He’s so thin too..” Hizashi felt a pang of sadness as he continued to stare at the boy, which the other returned evenly.

Suddenly the lavender haired boy seemed panic a search for an exit that wasn’t close to Hizashi. The blonde was about to say something when the kid bent down and picked up a good sized stick and pointed it at the him, he let out a low growl and glared at him.

Hizashi blinked. “He’s kinda hostile huh? Reminds me of a mini Shota. Maybe he did something wrong. Does he know I’m a pro-hero? Maybe not since I’m not in my uniform. He seemed like a nice enough person considering.” The boy picked up a rock and threw it at him quickly, missing him by s few inches.

“Nevermind.”

“Hey! Don’t throw stuff at me! Why’re you doin’ that?” He pouted but then made sure to quiet down his voice since the boy didn’t seem to like his yelling. Understandable. He set his lunch down carefully and started walking over to the kid to get a better look at him. The kid himself wasn’t having it and started backing up.

“He’s gonna fall!” Hizashi worried when he heard a broken whimper come from him.

“It’s okay. I won’t hurt ya.” He tried to comfort the kid as he walked closer. His worry began to be directed to himself when he saw a glint in the boy’s eyes.

“Can he understand me?”

“Kid-?” He charged to where he was standing, Hizashi resisted the urge to let out a startled yell and resorted to take steps back instead.

“Is he a villain disguised as a child?!” He waited to feel a hit of some sort but instead he heard light footsteps running from him. He looked back up and saw the lavender haired boy jump over the river and on some large rocks, climbing up the expertly.

“Hey, wait! Where you goin’? Come back please!” Hizashi rushed to the river edge to watch the last bit of the boy disappear into a small crack in the rocks.

“That’s where Shota used to hide, sometimes he napped there.” There was only silence besides the breeze in the trees and the water running in front of him.

“Hello? Please come back.” He could practically feel the boy’s eyes watch him.

“Guess he won’t be out any time soon. I should probably just go to the school. I told Nemuri I’d get the things earlier than the time we were supposed to meet up.” He sighed and turned and was going to pick up his lunch but stopped.

“The boy looked so skinny, so small. He’s probably hungry, I’ll leave it here. Hope he eats it before the ants do.” He slowly walked away down the path again not daring to look back knowing there was a good chance the kid was watching him leave.

When he got out of the forest and walked down the side of the road, he went to the far edge of the town where the train station was. If he had arrived any later he would’ve missed it. His mind kept wandering to the boy in the woods and how he acted. So scared. His brows furrowed but smoothed out when he realized he was unconsciously looking at an older woman, who was fowning at him.

He leaned back on his seat and looked out the window, watching the building fly by. His fingers played with the hem of his shirt when it dawned on him.

He didn’t have his papers.

Shota’s POV

‘Bzzzz’ ‘Bzzzz’

Shota squinted his eyes open, the sun wasn’t directly facing the bedroom window but the glare was still filtering into the room and on his face.

‘Bzzzz’ ‘Bzzzz’

He turned his head to face his nightstand and watched his phone light up and vibrate. He blinked slowly before reaching over to look at it.

“Better not be Nemuri or someone from school for a pointless call or I’ll kill them.” He faced the phone and saw big bold letters say ‘ZASHI <3 on the tip of the screen. He answered immediately and sat up quickly.

“What?” Shota’s voice was still rough from sleep.

“Heyy Sho! I have two favors to ask of you.” He could hear Hizashi walk into UA high, recognizing the sound of the heavy duty gates being unlocked.

“Okay.”

“Okay so, number one. I think I left my stack of papers on the dining room table. Can you bring that to the school for me?”

“Now?”

“Umm. Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay.”

“Thank you love!”

“Mhm.” The raven haired man combed his hair back with his fingers and started to get out of the bed slowly, not wanting to leave the warmth behind. But he’d do anything for his lover.

“Number two, Nemuri wanted me to ask you if-“

“No.” He deadpanned, knowing what he was going to ask.

“But-“

“No, not going. Busy.”

“With what?” Shota looked around the room and spotted a large black cat sitting in the doorway, staring at him.

“Taking care of Salem.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“Is to me.”

“So I’m telling Nem no?”

“Mhm.” He heard Hizashi sigh with disappointment. He felt kinda bad to say no, but he didn’t want to be stuck in a loud, crowded bar (that Nemuri would tell them to go) and drag the two of them home.

“Okay, see ya later Sho! Love ya!”

“Thanks.” Shota sighed and ended the call. He dragged himself out of bed and went to brush his teeth and throw on his hero costume. He was going on patrol in an hour anyway so he might as well be dressed for it. He picked up his scarf and placed it around his neck, burying his face in it and closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep again. He stumbled when his cat head butted the back of his knee.

“You’re going to kill me one day and then no one will feed you.” He chuckled and pet the cat’s head, not bothering to look for the other felines in his home. After he fed him, he went to the dining room and saw the yellow colored note near the pile of papers. The writing was slightly sloppy but readable.

“Hey Sho! I made lunch for you which is in the fridge. You better eat it ‘coz I know you only eat those jelly pouches. It’s not healthy for ya to not eat normal food. Anyway, see ya soon. Bye, love ya! <3”

Shota hummed and folded the paper neatly, putting it in his pocket. He went to the fridge and took out the lunchbox, he smiled softly at his husband’s kindness. He went to get his keys to the car gave one last pat to the cat on his way to get the stack of papers.

“Bye, guard the house.” Salem meowed and turned to go up the stairs while Shota watched him. The man then turned and closed the door gently behind him.

~Time skip~

“Hello Aizawa, I didn’t know you were coming here today.” Shota resisted the urge to roll his eyes when he heard a loud voice greet him.

Toshinori.

“Mhm.” The shorter man turned a corner and walked down the hall, hoping the other pro-hero would leave him alone. He had no such luck.

“What made you come here if I may ask?” The blonde, aka All Might, walked up beside him.

“I’m came here for fun.” Shota deadpanned sarcastically, rolling his eyes this time.

“Oh, I didn’t take you for that kind of guy, Aizawa.” The shorter man was ready to punch the other for his obviousness when the door they approached opened.

“Heyy Sho!” Hizashi sprang out and took the papers from his hands eagerly, bending down to give his husband a kiss on his cheek only to have a hand shoved in his face.

“No.” The blonde pouted as the shorter male brushed passed before looking up at Toshinori. The taller chuckled, amused by the scene before him. Hizashi smiled, sighing dramatically and placed a hand on his chest.

“I have been rejected, my poor broken heart.” All Might played along.

“Poor you, however will you recover?” a smirk formed on the voice hero’s face before responding.

“I guess I’ll just have to move on. Date a new person and maybe find someone to marry.”

“What?” Hizashi stifled a laugh when he heard his husband’s voice from deep in the teacher’s lounge.

“Nothing~” He called back. Toshinori shook his head smiling and started to walk away.

“I’ll see you later Aizawa, Yamada.”

“Yeah, see ya!” The other blonde bowed slightly before closing the door and set down the pile he had on his desk next to his husband’s. He leaned against it comfortably.

“Thanks for bringing these in for me love.”

“Mhm.” Shota was sitting on his desk chair and opening his lunch, ready to eat after a day of just jelly pouches. Hizashi reached over to take a piece of fruit from the box, but quickly brought it back when the raven haired man smacked his hand gently.

“Heyy, I want some!”

“No.”

“But I made it!”

“Exactly. I don’t share the food you make, not even to you.”

“But I’m hungry.” Hizashi felt a bit of pride and happiness knowing that his husband liked his cooking, though he also felt he deserved some too.

“Eat your own food.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I gave it away to someone.”

“…fine.”

“Thanks Sho!” Hizashi rounded the desk and hugged the other man tightly.

“I hate hugs.”

“Not mine!”

“This is true.”

~Another time skip ‘coz I’m lazy~

“You’re taking the car home and that’s final.” Shota grumbled as he walked down the long hallways to the exit with his partner. His patrol shift was about it start in a few minutes.

“But I can take the train.” Hizashi added stubbornly.

“No.”

“And why not?”

“Because I don’t want you out at night, a villain can attack at any moment.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know.”

“Then I’ll take the train.”

“No.”

“You’re not my mother.”

“You’re right, but I would like to keep my partner alive as long as I can.”

“You make it sound like I’m actively dying.” Hizashi gave his husband a questioning look.

“Didn’t mean to.” At this point, the two of them knew that Shota had won this small argument, the both of them walked in sync quietly.When they reached the gates Shota handed the keys to Hizashi.

“Bye.”

“Bye..” He was about to walk away when he felt a tug at the back of his shirt, he looked questioningly at his partner.

“Hug?” He rolled his eyes and opened his arms invitingly, he did promise him another hug earlier and he wasn’t one to break promises. He leaned in to the blonde a bit and then pulled away.

“There. Happy?”

“Very much.” Hizashi hummed, sporting a big grin.

“Stay safe please!”

“Mhm.” Shota swiftly turned and moved his scarf so that he was crouching on a light post then began to jump from building to building with deadly silence and precision.

The area he was covering was about ten minutes away from his home, which made him pleased he was so close to home.

“I wonder if I could take a route even closer to home. I would have to ask Nezu though..” Shota cringed when he thought of the principal, he was small but strange. The type of strange that made your fight or flight kick in.

He swung gracefully from roof to roof, keeping himself hidden in the shadows. He then approached a road that lead to the Iplace he was supposed to check on, he started to walk along the side of the narrow road. He didn’t want to swing overhead by his scarf over the road but he always had a nagging fear that he would misjudge his footing and fall on the road. Since it was narrow and the shadows were a lot more present, he didn’t want to get hit since he blended in the dark so well.

He looked to the side out of curiosity and muscle memory and stopped walking. An old path caught his sight, he walked to the start of it a smirked when he saw the familiar boot marks in the dirt.

“Hizashi walked through here. I wonder if it’s the same as it was when I was younger.” He looked left and right to see if anyone was around before stepping in the brush that mostly hid his body from view.

“This would be the shorter route to get to where I’m headed. It’s not just a random decision, it’s rational.” He convinced himself that he wasn’t being childish and was just wandering on a whim.

He walked for a while and looked up at the trees a flowers as the light from the sun became dimmer. He guessed he should pick up his pace if he wanted to finish his patrol and go to bed sooner.

“By the time I'm ready to sleep, I won’t be able too.” He thought dryly, “Maybe if I take melatonin as soon as I get home- what was that?” Shota froze mid-step, his sharp gaze caught a small movement to his left. The movement also stopped, making Shota question if it was just an animal.

“Hello? Come out where I can see you!” He reached up to his scarf and got ready to use it. Activating his quirk now would be a waste if the person he was waiting for came out when he needed to blink.

His suspicions seemed to be correct when the movement responded to his voice, hiding deeper into the bushes.

“Are they trying to surprise attack someone? I need to know who it is before the sun gets any lower.”

“I said come out! I’m a licensed pro-hero. I will not hesitate to fight and report you!” He shouted, whoever it was, he was not going to allow them to to get the upper hand if they planned a fight.

He tensed when he saw the movement start to get more pronounced, he heard a small grunt and small hands pull whoever was there up towards the path. Shota’s eyes narrowed when he saw a kid instead of a grown person or villain.

“What is a child doing here? Is this some kind of trick?” He didn’t utter a word when he took the boy’s profile in, making mental notes as he did so.

The kid was ghostly pale and dirty. He seemed to be rather skinny, though it was hard for Shota to tell with the shadows surrounding them. The boy’s clothes were also dirty and big on him. The boys hands were raised slightly and his head was downcast.

“Why won’t he lift up his face?”

“Who are you?” The boy squirmed and shook, still not looking up. Shota stayed silent, waiting patiently for an answer, he almost started to ask again when the boy looked up.

Shota almost grimaced when he saw the pale boy’s thin face and large bruise. One of the most striking feature about the kid’s face was his eyes, they were a bright purple and almost looked like they were glowing. Not as much as Shota’s would, but it was a very noticeable contrast in the dark. His eyes widened and he seemed to panic silently.

“Is it out of fear or recognition?” Shota highly doubted the boy was familiar with who he was, he was an underground hero after all. He might think that Shota was faking his title. The kid started to run away, towards the small area Shota lived.

"Why is he running?”

“Wait- where are you going?” Shota jogged after the boy, he knew he could easily out run him, but he didn’t want to scare him. He was still a child. He quickly used his capture scarf to swing from tree to tree, keeping a close eye on him. The said boy was quick on his feet, which surprised him with how short and skinny he was. He leaped every few running steps, it reminded him of a deer or a fox gracefully running from danger.

“You do realize it’s against the law to run from the law, right?” He barked, landing on a lower tree branch. The kid stumbled but continued running.

“Guess I’m going to have to wait ‘til he’s out of breath. This counts as part of my patrol right?” Shota watched the boy weave his way through the trees, stumps, and small hills with ease. Shota wished he could just snatch the kid up with his scarf but it was too dark for him to clearly see if it was safe for him. The boy could trip or hit his head while being snatched up. If the boy was just hanging out here, it wouldn’t give him a good record to hurt a kid for no reason.

Shota blinked after a few minutes of not doing so, but when he opened them again, the boy was gone. Like he vanished in thin air.

“What the he-“ Shota looked around himself perplexed, the kid just disappeared.

“Maybe it was his quirk.” Shota rationalized, staying in his spot silently, waiting for a sound or movement. He had to admit, the kid was smart if he didn’t use a quirk to get away. After a few minutes of silence besides the trees rustling Shota huffed and carefully swung from tree to tree, disappointed for losing sight of the kid.

“Wonder what he was doing all the way out here, he didn’t look like he was up to no good. Then again, kids these days have strange thought processes. I can’t tell if Kaminari’s ideas are genius or idiotic..” When he got to the edge of the preserve where a hill lead to another village, he fished out his phone to look at the time and saw half of the shift he had taken for that evening had already passed. He thought it would be best to stay out extra time since he technically wasn’t on patrol ‘til now.

~One hour later~

“Wonder if cats and tigers can understand each other perfectly?” Shota mumbled, his mind wandering while his body and eyes were alert. His patrol may have been over, but it didn’t mean he could just relax, that would be foolish, especially if he was heading home.

He paused a looked around before unlocking the front door to his house. He didn’t feel any eyes on him, it should be fine.

When he entered his home and took off his boots, he was expecting all the rooms to be dark like usual and Hizashi sleeping in bed or possibly on the couch, but he was greeted with a light coming from the kitchen and dining room.

“Hizashi?” He called out quietly, unsure whether to continue walking in. He heard one of the chairs from dining table scrape against the floor and socked footsteps coming towards him. Hizashi rounded the corner and hugged the other man tightly.

“Why are you awake?”

“I was worried. You said you’d be home an hour from now, I didn’t call ‘coz I didn’t know if you were in a tight spot or not.” The blonde’s fingers combed near the edges of Shota’s hair slowly, his shoulders relaxing.

“My bad. I was late for the shift and didn’t cover it at the time I was wanted to.” Shota pulled away from the hug and went to make a cup of coffee for himself.

“Warn me next time, yeah?” Hizashi followed the other man down the hallway and sat back at the table, carefully sipping his tea.

“I’ll try.” Shota mumbled, finding his favorite cup that had a black cat printed on it, with its tail for a handle. When he lifted the cup to drink from it, the words on the bottom would say ‘I’m not lazy, I’m busy relaxing’. He thought it was quite funny and true, no one would question his dry humor.

When he finished making his coffee, he tiredly shuffled to the table and sat across from his husband. He was ready to take a sip of the scalding hot drink when he glanced up and saw a distant look in Hizashi’s eyes, his green orbs filmed over. Shota blinked, he has seen the blonde get serious and actually think about things quite a few times, but it still took him by surprise whenever Hizashi did so. He stared blankly back at him before speaking up.

“What’s on your mind, ‘Zashi?” The other man blinked rapidly and sent Shota a sheepish smile. He shrugged.

“Nothin’ much. Just about a person I met today.”

“What’s so special about them?”

“What do ya mean?

“You meet new people almost everyday, what made this person stick out out of the thousands of fans you see each week?” Shota took a drink from his coffee and rested his elbows on the table, a habit of his that Hizashi occasionally scolded him for.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t meet people by the thousands,” Hizashi chuckled, “this was just a strange encounter had with them. Nothing bad per-se, just, strange.” The blondes brows furrowed as he leaned back in his chair and sipped his tea. The distant look in his eyes was back again, deep in thought.

Shota hummed, understanding his husband slightly. He yawned and looked down at his black drink, not sure if he would finish it before he fell asleep. “I should drink it all at once, it should be fine.” His eyes narrowed at the cup and raised it halfway to his lips. Before he could put his plan to action, he heard Hizashi jerk up and could feel his sharp green eyes on him.

“Shota, no.”

“Dammit-“ Shota grumbled, unknowingly pouting at the coffee. Hizashi shook his head and got up from the table to put his empty cup in the sink, he returned to plant a kiss on Shota’s cheek.

“Goodnight Sho.” Shota hummed in return and gave him a small smile before the blonde’s gentle touch trailed off his shoulders as he walked to the staircase leading to the bedrooms. (Master, family, and guest bedrooms.)

The raven haired man sat in silence for a while and sipping his drink. His mind was blank and he stared at his cat’s sleeping form that he spotted on the living room couch. He paused when his mind wandered back to when he saw those unusual and bright purple eyes looking at him. He could remember every detail he took in of the boy.

“Something was off about him. I’m not sure what though.. I wonder if he will come back to that area.. Heh, if ‘Zashi saw him he would say the kid looked like me or something.” Shota smiled to himself, a sight a person would be scared and happy to see.

Later in the evening, Hizashi woke up and found his husband passed out at the table with his head buried in his arms and a cat curled up on his back.

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Title: One More Chance

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