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sukirichi · 3 years

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crush

pov. you have a crush on your brother’s best friend

request. Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta’s sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please

notes. awww i love this request, i have a fat crush on toge so i enjoyed writing this! i made this a modern high school au, by the way!

You stare disappointedly at the black wrappings of your bento, sighing because your brother took the wrong one again. Waving goodbye to your friend, you made your way to your brother’s classroom, knocking on the door to get his attention. However, it isn’t your brother who’d stopped laughing mid-conversation. Instead, it’s a familiar-looking platinum haired guy, his purple eyes glimmering with mischief as he slapped your brother’s arm.

“Yo, Yuta, I think someone’s looking for you,” you heard him say.

Meanwhile, you just stood there blankly, your throat growing dry because he was cute – like actually handsome boy-next-door cute.

You’ve met lots of cute guys before, but they were all very immature that you found no interest in others. He, on the other hand, was nothing less of polite, shooting up from his seat because your stupid brother was too invested in his video games. The guy flashed you a bright smile, the beauty of his face up close enhanced that you felt your heart squealing.

Not that you’d ever show that, of course, so you just reciprocated with a polite smile to hide your frantic nerves.

“Hi! You here for Yuta-kun?”

“Y-yes.”

Before he could speak, an arm had shoved him aside. Yuta stood before you, his frown apparent while his friend stayed at the side, a smile still playing on his lips. It took all your energy to not stare at him too much in fear he’d easily read through you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“You swapped lunches with me,” you shoved the black bento box to his chest, stepping closer to your brother to whisper in his ear. “Is that a friend of yours?”

“Yeah, he’s Toge. He used to play with us a lot before he moved away, but his family’s back in town. Don’t you remember him?”

“No…”

“Toge, come here!” he called out to his retreating friend, the guy freezing in his tracks before he jogged up to where you were quickly. Oh crap, you kept gushing, he really was cute. He placed an arm around your brother’s shoulder, nodding at you as a greeting. “Remember my sister? You used to play with her a lot when we were kids. You kept stealing her Barbies, remember?”

“I did?” Toge looked shocked, his back bending into a fake bow. “I’m very sorry for that, but don’t worry, I don’t do that anymore.”

“I don’t play with Barbies at this age!” you defended, heat spreading all over your skin when he winked at you. Both of them laughed at your flushed face, and you crossed your arms on your chest, glaring at your brother. Really though, you were just trying to hide the fact you were very attracted to his friend, even more so now that he was actually familiar. “Stupid Yuta-nii.”

“You’re cute,” Toge randomly piped in.

If you were feeling shy before, you couldn’t speak now.

“Dude, don’t talk about my sister like that,” Yuta gagged, slapping his friend on the chest who effortlessly ducked away, his laughter like music in your ears. You stared at him for who knew how long, his happiness absorbed in your body as you found yourself giggling back. Yuta, on the other hand, wasn’t as impressed, rolling his eyes at his friend before turning to you. “You should go back to class. The bell will ring soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded quietly, hesitating for a moment. Surely it wouldn’t be too weird, right? Deciding to heck with it though, you balled your hands into fists, mustering the courage to look him in the eye as you said, “See you, Toge-senpai.”

He simply shrugged his brows up as a farewell, and just like that, you dashed down the hall so fast you put Quicksilver to shame.

Great. Out of all the days it had to storm, it had to be on the rare moment you forgot your umbrella. Unsurprisingly enough, it was Yuta’s fault for making you forget it. Both of you had slept in too much, but instead of being the responsible older brother, he left you to prepare the meals all by yourself while he spent half an hour fixing his hair. In your haste to arrive on school on time, you’d forgotten to pick up your umbrella, and now the misfortune of it slapped you right on the face.

“Tch, how can I go home?” you glared at no one in particular.

Yuta had to stay behind for baseball practice in the covered court, leaving you all alone to take the bus by yourself. Well, not that it mattered, going home alone was way better than listening to your brother rant about video games and girls he wanted to talk to in class.

Shifting your weight from one foot to another, brows pinched as you mulled on the different ways you could come back home, you came up with two options.

One, run like hell and risk getting sick from this weather, or two, wait for the rain to subside.

But ugh, you wanted to go home already. Before you knew it, you’d unknowingly pouted, arms hugged to yourself while you cursed your stupid brother a hundred times over in your head. Too lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear humming from behind you, a scream nearly ripping from your lips when someone planted himself beside you.

“Hey, you’re here!”

You gazed up at him wide-eyed, subconsciously stepping away to keep your beating heart at bay. “H-hello, Toge-senpai.”

“Please, just call me Toge,” he offered, opening his umbrella before his eyes landed on you. Probably realizing you were quite helpless, Toge smiled, nudging you to come closer to him. “Hey, I’ll walk you home. You guys still live in the same block?”

“Yeah.”

And so there you were, debating that maybe Yuta’s carelessness wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, if it would lead to your crush taking you home, then you weren’t complaining. Funny how the weather seemed so gloomy, a huge contrast to the sunshine you radiated at the sheer happiness of living out your most romantic fantasies. It was silly, actually, to crush on your brother’s best friend of all people, but Toge was so nice and handsome – it was kind of impossible not to like him.

In the span of two weeks that you’d known him, he’d been nothing but friendly. And no, you weren’t going to admit you started visiting their classroom more often than before, simply because you wanted to get a glimpse of him.

Toge pulled you out of your lovesick trance, his arm landing on your waist before he shifted you beside him. You noticed he was now closer to the road while you were on the safer side of the sidewalk, and god, did he just step closer? He was close enough that your arms brushed with each step, sending a wave of heat that you bit back by tugging your lips with your teeth.

“For warmth,” he explained as if reading your mind, arm raised lazily in a shrug. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, hiding your face under your scarf.

You and Toge were silent the whole time, but it was a silence you adored. Very rarely that you found comfort in silence with others, but with Toge, it felt so easy – so natural. You hadn’t even realized you were already at home, Toge chuckling at your spaced out self. He bid his farewell then, his back facing yours as he walked away when you blurted, “Oh, my parents aren’t home. I think you should stay first to let the rain calm down a bit. You live a little far from school, right?”

Toge looked a little surprised, his eyes shooting up to the sky with a sigh. Inwardly, you were screaming because you just invited him inside, but Toge was already waddling back to you before you could regret it.

“Yeah, thanks for the invitation. I don’t think I should go home in this weather too,” he said, following you across the threshold. He looked around in awe, his shoes left in the front door before he crossed the living room with you, his eyes shining with nostalgia and happiness. “Wow, your place hasn’t changed one bit. I missed being here.”

You flashed him a smile. Turns out it wasn’t that bad – Toge being comfortable made you comfortable. Aside from the nervousness partnered with shyness from having a crush, you applauded yourself for being able to look him in the eye as you asked, “Do you want tea, coffee…?”

“Water is fine. Thanks,” he shrugged off his jacket and placed it behind a chair, chuckling when you nodded too fast. Toge, much to your dismay (or delight?!) trailed behind you in the kitchen, having no business looking that handsome as he leaned against the counter. Him being unaware of his effect on you was even worse, and you bit the inside of your cheeks, trembling as you poured him a glass of water.

From behind you, Toge snickered, “Why are you so jittery? Do I make you nervous?”

“A-a little.”

“Why? Am I intimidating?” he appeared beside you out of nowhere, so close that you could count his lashes. You leaned back with a muffled squeal, eyes wide at the proximity. Toge, as always, seemed completely unaware of it, taking his time to assess your features with a hand on his chin as if all the answers he was looking for was written all over your face. “Yuta told me I was very easy to approach though.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…” you stuttered, giving in with weak knees and turning your head to the side. Your heart, your poor heart! “Crap, I hate myself.”

“You were saying something?”

“I, uhm, it’s just,” you panicked, mind failing to function now of all times. “I think…I have a crush on you?”

The room fell silent.

Realization dawning on you, you flattened your palms together in a begging motion. Toge merely blinked back at you, and you were so close to just kneeling to the gods to rid yourself of this moment forever. “Please forget everything I said, I’m so sorry! Gosh, Yuta’s going to kill me, forget I said anything, I didn’t mean to be weird.”

“Hey, chill, it’s fine!” he laughed, helping you get up just before you fell in exasperation. Then, he smirked at you, wiggling his brows in the process. “I kind of knew that anyway, to be honest.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I mean, you asked me to marry you when we were kids,” he informed you, but the memory never played back in your mind. It wasn’t a lie though, you really did ask him that when you were kids. Embarrassment taking hold of you, you groaned behind your palms, feeling like your heart was going to explode every now and then.

“Oh my gosh…”

“It’s okay,” Toge peeled your arms away from your face, his grin nothing less of teasing the moment he’s greeted by your shyness. “I did say yes – let’s just wait after high school, yeah?”

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scatter-the-stars · 3 years

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Hidden Desires

This is a fill for this prompt.

At twenty-four, Blaine has one motto in life at the moment: don’t fuck his brother’s best friend.

Even if said best friend is a pain in his ass. And not the good kind.

That reason alone is why Blaine lets out a frustrated groan and throws his phone on the passenger seat after ending his call with Cooper. He was hoping his brother would come through and bring his wallet that he stupidly forgot at his place the night before. But Cooper had to go and be a dick and tell him to get it himself.

Getting his wallet wouldn’t be a problem any other day of the week. But it’s Saturday. And he knows that Kurt is off from work on Saturdays. That he tends to hang around the apartment he shares with Cooper. The last thing he wants to do is ruin his Saturday by seeing Kurt and getting into a fight.

Fights with Kurt are inevitable at this point. Seven years they’ve known each other and fights, whether they be small with some name calling or large with yelling and screaming, some sort of fight is always bound to happen when they are around each other.

Their hatred for each other isn’t something that came on unexpectedly. In fact, the first time Blaine saw Kurt when they visited him at college, he was instantly smitten with the gorgeous guy who was the most stunning person he had ever seen in person. He crushed on his older brother’s best friend. Secretly harbored feelings for the one person he shouldn’t since it was Cooper’s friend and roommate. So he did what any good younger brother would do and kept his feelings to himself.

He thought he did a great job of hiding what he felt. But that blew up in his face several months into his first year of college when he overheard Kurt at one of Cooper’s parties telling some guy that his crush on him was “pathetic and sad.” Those words struck a nerve. Had searing pain lancing through him. Mainly because in his head he stupidly hoped that Kurt would one day reveal that he felt the same. That he reciprocated his feelings.

Those words crushed that hope.

Like and longing quickly turned to hatred and disdain for Kurt.

That doesn’t stop him from wanting to throw Kurt down and fuck his brains out at the same time.

Sometimes he thinks if they did that, if they just locked themselves in a room for an extended period of time and fucked out their hatred for the other, then maybe they could learn to start liking each other. But that would never happen because it would imply Kurt wants to fuck him. And he knows for sure that Kurt would rather stick his dick in an ant pile than fuck him. Those words coming straight from the horse’s mouth one night a few years back after one of Kurt’s friends suggested he should just get it over with and fuck him.

Blaine can still hear the disgusted scoff Kurt released before saying what he did. Can still remember the fresh wave of pain and stupidity he felt for himself at thinking maybe Kurt had changed. Hearing those words cemented what was between them. Which is hatred.

“Fucking Cooper!” Blaine smacks his hand against the steering wheel several times. Really hates his brother for doing this to him.

Cooper knows of Kurt and his’ disdain for each other. Has tried several times, unsuccessfully, to get them to like each other. Has asked where this hatred for the other came from. From what he knows, Kurt has kept his mouth shut just like him.

He can’t be all that mad at Cooper, though. Not when he’s trying to do the right thing. But sometimes he wishes Cooper would accept that Kurt and him just will never get along.

Reserved to the fact that he will have to do this, Blaine takes a deep breath and starts his car.

The drive to Cooper’s and Kurt’s apartment doesn’t take as long as normal since he hits every green light on the way. He curses the universe for fucking with him like this. Like it wants to push Kurt on him as quickly as possible. But he figures the sooner he does this the sooner he can leave and avoid Kurt until Cooper forces him over again.

Keys and phone in hand, Blaine takes the elevator up to Cooper’s floor, and mentally prepares himself for the confrontation about to happen.

No matter how much he tries to be the bigger person, tries to ignore Kurt and his love of getting a rise out of him, he always breaks. He always falls into Kurt’s traps. Never misses the way Kurt will grin like he won when he manages to drag him into a fight.

There are times he wants to kiss and bite that grin away.

Blaine steps off the elevator after it stops and the doors open. He takes a moment to compose himself before walking down the hall and to the door that is Cooper’s.

The quiet is the first thing he notices when he unlocks the door and steps inside. It’s unusually quiet. Which is strange since Kurt tends to need some kind of background noise whenever he’s doing anything. Whether that be the television showing something or music playing, noise is always expected when Kurt is home. So this quiet immediately puts him on alert.

Blaine hopes that maybe Kurt is asleep and he won’t have to see him at all during this stop by. But that hope vanishes when he reaches the end of the front hall and looks into the living room.

His stomach turns and heart falters at what he walks into.

On the couch and making out with the guy sitting in his lap is Kurt.

Although his brain yells at him to walk away, Blaine finds his feet stuck to the spot. He’s unable to look away. Stares at Kurt and how sexy he looks with his eyes closed and mouth moving against the other guy’s.

He balls his hands into fists to stop himself from walking over and ripping the guy off Kurt. Reminds himself that Kurt is a grown man who can make his own choices and decisions. And if one of those decisions is to make out with some guy, then so be it. He can’t stop him.

Seconds tick by as he stays rooted to the spot watching Kurt. Blaine wants to look away. But can’t. He takes in every aspect of what’s happening. From the way Kurt parts his lips to the way he grips the guy’s hips and pulls him closer.

Blaine focuses his attention on Kurt's hands for several moments. Watches the way his fingers dig into the guy’s hips. How his knuckles turn white from his hard grip.

When he lifts his gaze back up, blue eyes swimming with an array of emotions stare straight at him. Kurt doesn’t look away from him as he continues to make out with the guy. And Blaine hates how he reacts to that. How his cock twitches and body becomes alert.

It’s not like he hasn’t caught Kurt with another guy over the years. He has on several occasions. Has walked in on him just like now when he was alone in the apartment, or when the place was full of people for a party and he stumbled in on him with some guy in the bathroom or the bedroom. He’s hated every instance that has happened. Despised those moments when he would see Kurt with some other guy that he secretly wished was him.

Blaine knows it’s ridiculous to still have a crush on the guy who has made it clear how he feels about him. But he’s like those animals that lift the lid and expect a treat only to find an empty plate. He’s hoping that one day he’ll lift the lid and find what he wants.

He never does.

He figures it’s time to give up and move on. To find someone and get over this stupid crush that has only brought pain and anger for him.

Blue eyes shining with laughter and delight stay on him as Kurt opens his mouth again and welcomes the guy’s tongue.

Blaine tightens his grip on the keychain he holds. The edges of the keys biting into the skin of his palm. The pain goes unnoticed.

It’s no secret Kurt is getting a rise out of this. Is enjoying messing with him by looking at him while he makes out with another guy.

Blaine glares at him. Turns to silently walk away and grab his wallet and leave before he’s seen by the guy. That flies out the window, though, when his phone rings.

The guy sits up and looks over to him. Confusion furrows his brows as he looks him over. “Who are you?”

Blaine grabs his phone and ignores the call from an unknown number. Hears Kurt say, “He’s my roommate’s annoying little brother.”

He looks up at Kurt and glares at him again. “Fuck you, Kurt.” He turns his attention to the still confused looking guy. “By the way, he got tested for herpes last week.”

The laughter that bubbles out of him when the guy quickly scrambles off Kurt’s lap and makes an excuse about needing to go and feed his cat feels warranted. He doesn’t care how pissed off Kurt will be. He’s not in the mood to deal with any bullshit today.

While he searches the kitchen for his wallet, he hears Kurt trying to talk to the guy and the front door close.

Kurt storms into the kitchen. “What the fuck!”

“What?” Blaine does his best not to pay attention to how sexy Kurt looks with anger heating his cheeks and lips red and swollen.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Blaine.”

“Ooh. You really hurt my feelings.” Blaine feigns being hurt before going back to searching for his wallet.

“What? You jealous I wanted to suck his dick and not yours?”

Blaine ignores the intentional jab at his feelings. He finds his wallet and makes a break for the front door.

“That’s it, isn’t it? You’re so fucking jealous,” Kurt says with laughter in his voice. “It’s probably killed you to see me with him.”

“Whatever. I’m leaving.” Blaine opens the front door to try and escape this situation. The last thing he needs is for Kurt to figure out how he still feels. To throw his feelings in his face; to crush them without a thought or care.

A hand shoots out and shuts the door before he can leave.

“Why you running, Blaine?” Kurt taunts.

“I’m not running. I don’t want to be around you.”

“Oh. I think you do. I think you want to do more than just be around me.”

Blaine feels Kurt’s hot breath against the back of his neck. Hates how it sends a shiver through him. He needs to get out of here before he does something stupid.

He tries to open the door but finds his attempt unsuccessful when Kurt shoves it closed again.

“Let me leave.”

“You ruined my date,” Kurt softly seethes into his ear.

Blaine finally turns to face Kurt. His stomach swooping at the sight of him and the fire in his eyes. “I’m pretty sure I did that guy a favor.”

Kurt smirks. “Him or yourself? You gonna go home and sleep better knowing my bed is cold tonight?”

Blaine scoffs. “You think so highly of yourself. You think every guy wants to fuck you.”

“Not every guy. But you? Yes.”

A tension builds between them as they stand there. It’s close to boiling over. And Blaine is scared of what will happen when that does. Because last time it wasn’t so pretty. That night ended in a screaming match and Cooper having to step in and stop them from escalating the fight to dangerous territory.

But there was a moment in that fight that he saw something. It was a flicker of something that crossed Kurt’s face. It was there for the briefest of moments.

Desire.

Whether he imagined it or not is still unclear to this day.

That doubt is why he hasn’t hung his hat on the hope that Kurt could feel the same as him. It would be pointless in the end.

Kurt grabs his chin. “You’re pathetic.”

Blaine pushes Kurt’s hand off. Glares at him. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

Kurt steps close and crowds Blaine back against the door. “You ruined my night,” he angrily seethes.

“I didn’t ruin shit! Get the fuck away from me.” He pushes Kurt away from him.

“I thought you would enjoy having me close.” Kurt erases the space Blaine created. A wicked grin on his lips. “It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Blaine tells himself to breathe. To not give into Kurt’s games. Because he knows what he’s doing. Kurt is playing with him like a cat playing with a mouse it’s about to kill. But he won’t be that innocent mouse. Won’t allow it. He’s going to escape and save himself.

“I don’t want shit from you.”

“I think you do. Just admit it.”

“And give you the satisfaction? Fuck no.” Blaine realizes the moment he says that that he just admitted his feelings without saying as much.

Any hope that Kurt didn’t catch his slip up disappears when a victorious grin spreads across his face.

His anger grows over the whole thing.

“Are you happy now? Are you going to make fun of me and my pathetic and sad crush on you? Go ahead. I don’t fucking care. I don’t give a shit about anything you cou-UMPH.”

There’s a moment where it takes Blaine a second to realize what is happening. That he hit his head a little too hard when Kurt shoved him back against the door and is imagining what is happening at the moment. Because there is no way that Kurt Hummel, the bane of his existence and secret crush for the past seven years, is kissing him like there’s no tomorrow.

But as Kurt holds his neck, thumb pressing to the corner of his mouth, and pushing close to his body, there’s no way to deny the truth of what is happening. There’s no way he could exactly imagine how Kurt’s body feels against his. How his mouth fits perfectly against his. How his tongue feels as he teases it against his lips.

The tentativeness with which Kurt softly teases his tongue at the seam of his lips makes him weak in the knees and draws a moan from him.

“Open up for me, Blaine,” Kurt murmurs against his lips.

Every part of him wants to give into Kurt’s demand. To let himself easily fall into whatever it is that Kurt is doing. But instinct tells him to be cautious. To be careful and guard himself against whatever game Kurt is playing. Because that is what this has to be. Another game. Another way to epically fuck with him to get a good laugh.

He pushes Kurt away. “That’s fucking cruel.” He shoves down his hurt and tears and walks around Kurt before making his way to the kitchen.

At the fridge, he pulls a bottle of beer from inside and drinks half of it in one go after twisting off the top.

“What the fuck just happened?”

Kurt is pissed and confused when he turns to face him.

“What happened is I’m not falling for one of your fucked up games.” Blaine sets the half-empty bottle on the counter. Leans back against it.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m not stupid, Kurt. I know you enjoy fucking with me. I see it every time we fight. This is just another one of your games to fuck with me. I’m not falling for it.” Blaine crosses his arms over his chest. “And you’re an asshole for using how I feel about you against me.”

Kurt takes a step closer to Blaine. “Is that what you think that was? A game?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Kurt nods his head. Sucks his lower lip and releases it. “And how do you feel about me?”

Blaine rolls his eyes. “Why do you care? Need your ego stroked?”

“I need something stroked,” Kurt replies with a grin.

Blaine forces himself not to look down and grabs the beer bottle to focus on something that isn’t Kurt’s apparent hard dick.

“How do you feel about me, Blaine?”

He takes a breath. Focuses on peeling the label off the bottle as he talks. “I know you know about me crush when I was younger. I heard you talking to that guy at the party when I was eighteen. You told him my crush on you was pathetic and sad.”

“You heard that?”

“Yes.”

“That explains some things,” Kurt says under his breath. “Listen, Blaine, you have to understand where I was coming from.”

“Other than your black heart?”

Kurt snorts.

The corners of Blaine’s mouth lift at the sound.

“You were my best friend’s eighteen year old little brother,” Kurt states. “I wasn’t going to allow myself to see you as anything else. And you having a crush on me was not ideal. I wasn’t going to let myself enjoy the fact. I had to see it as a problem.”

Blaine’s pulse skips a beat as he looks up at Kurt. “W-Why?”

“Because I wanted you. Plain and simple as that.”

All these years he imagined hearing those words from Kurt. But his imagination pales in comparison to the real thing. He almost wants to cry with relief and joy. But he won’t. Because there is something that still bothers him about all this.

“Why were you such an asshole to me all these years, then?”

Kurt smiles. “Out of necessity. And pleasure. I loved getting a rise out of you. It always turned me on.”

Blaine bites back a smile at that confession. Asks, “Why out of necessity?”

“Hating you was easier than liking you. I couldn’t let Cooper suspect anything. If he knew how I felt about his little brother, he would have killed me.”

“Understandable.”

A few beats of silence follow.

“Can I kiss you now?”

He should say no; should nip this in the bud before this turns disastrous. But he can’t bring himself to do the right thing.

He grins like he just won the lottery. “Please.”’

Kurt closes the space between them in two quick strides and crashes his mouth to Blaine’s.

Blaine moans into his mouth. This time he returns the kiss. Presses back when Kurt presses close to him. Parts his lips when Kurt teases at the seam again.

The sensation of Kurt sweeping his tongue into his mouth is earth shattering. He whimpers in a way he’s never done before. Grabs and hold onto Kurt’s hips to steady himself.

Kurt tastes of mint and strawberries. He tastes of every fantasy he’s had since he was seventeen. He tastes of every possibility that can be.

Mouths move together at a slow, steady pace. But soon enough both of them grow hungry and eager. Both of them are ferocious in their kisses. They pour the years of anger that isn’t quick to go away into the kiss. Blaine shows that pent up frustration and anger he still has by biting Kurt’s lower lip. Grins when he hisses.

“Asshole,” Kurt mumbles against his mouth.

Blaine groans when Kurt returns the favor by biting him back. The sharp sting on his lower lip pleasurable. That pleasure skyrocketing when Kurt sucks on his tongue.

“Fuck!”

Kurt winds an arm around his lower back and pulls him as close as he can. He deepens the kiss. Strokes his tongue into Blaine’s mouth at a steady, leisurely pace.

Blaine widens his stance to welcome Kurt. He wraps his arms around Kurt’s neck and accepts whatever he wants to give him.

Some part of him knows he should stop this. Should put an end to whatever this is right here and now. To save both of them the trouble of when Cooper would find out. But he can’t bring himself to do that. Can’t bring himself to push Kurt away again. This is a dream come true for him. He’s getting something he’s wanted for seven years. And it’s not too easy to let go of something long desired after acquiring it.

“Come to bed with me?”

There’s no need for him to think about the answer.

“Yes.”

They stop kissing long enough to go to Kurt’s room. Once there, they continue to kiss while undressing.

“This is a bad idea,” Blaine says while kicking away his underwear.

“This is a terrible fucking idea.” Kurt pushes him back on the bed and shoves his jeans down. “But I don’t fucking care.”

He’s right there with Kurt. He doesn’t fucking care. Not right now. Consequences be damned.

They’ll deal with the Cooper problem when it becomes one.

Right now, he’s going to enjoy himself.

At twenty-four, Blaine has one motto in life at the moment: don’t let your older brother find out you’re sleeping with his best friend.

#Kurt Hummel #Blaine Anderson #klaine #klaine fic #@prompt-a-klaine-fic #prompt-a-klaine-fic #I followed the prompt as best as I could

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tothemeadow · 4 years

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Fem reader playing Mario kart with Daki against the other Upper Moons? The girls end up losing and have to hickeys depending on what place they finished? (Example if the reader places 8th she gets 8 hickeys👀)

‘refuse to lose’ / Upper Moon Demons x Reader

warnings: spicy

words: 950

(a/n): I hope you don’t mind that I left Gyokko and Hantengu out... For the life of me, I cannot envision them in steamy situations. My brain refuses to do so.

In the midst of battle, your emotions run raw.

“Take that you basketball ass head!” you shout.

Take your declaration of war, for example. On any other given day, you would have never uttered such words to Akaza. But now… Well, all’s fair in love and war, as the saying goes.

Akaza spits out a curse when the red shell hits his character. You cackle in delight, your own character zooming right past him. Oh, if only you had the option to blow him a kiss. It’d be much funnier to rub it into his face.

“Man, that was brutal,” Gyuutaro drawls. Honestly, he doesn’t care. As long as it’s not him on the short end of your wrath, he’s okay with it.

To the side, Douma giggles his delight. He’s always enjoyed playing this game, loves to drive the other demons mad at the last possible second. Honestly, it seems the game is rigged in his favor sometimes. That, or the creators at Nintendo always plays favorites with whoever picks Peach as their main.

“That makes it fun,” Daki tells her brother, a foxy grin playing on her face. “Besides, winning is so much better when there’s a prize.”

Kokushibou rolls his (numerous) eyes. He hardly says anything whenever your group gets together for game night, but he always proves himself a formidable player.

You smile alongside your friend. A bit more on the sadistic side yourself, you can’t wait to deal out the punishments to the losers. Everything is much better when there’s something on the line, isn’t there? You practically shake with anticipation. You lick your bottom lip, so close to the finish line and getting ready for a taste of victory.

At least, that’s what you initially thought.

A blue shell comes out of nowhere and there you go, practically up in flames. You scream at the screen of your device as the others zoom by you, leaving you to take last place. No, this isn’t what’s supposed to happen. Karma tastes especially nasty on the tongue.

Of course, Douma goes on a giggling spree; your eyes whip to the other demon, a growl ripping itself from your throat. That damn bastard better start running if he doesn’t want your foot up his ass.

Gyuutaro chuckles lazily at the turn of events.

“Douma, what the hell was that?” Daki snips. You’re thankful that she’s jumping to your defense, but you can handle yourself on your own.

“Why, I was playing the game, of course,” Douma purrs.

The results flash on the screen. Figures that Douma placed ahead of you with that stupid stunt of his. Unfortunately, Daki didn’t do so well either. The two of you girls stood in the last two spots; considering how just moments ago you were going on about how you were going to win, it’s enough to make you embarrassed.

Setting his device to the side, Douma enthusiastically claps. “Oooh, you know what time it is!”

Akaza grunts. “Will you at least keep your damn voice down? So fucking annoying-“

“Punishments!” Douma chirps, completely ignoring Akaza. “The number you placed in determines how many hickeys you get.” By all the gods, he’s having way too much fun with this. He points at you with a long, pointed nail. “You placed in sixth, (y/n)! That means you get marked six times!” And, as if to prove his point, he counts on his fingers and holds his hands up to show you.

You groan. Why every agreed to this pathetic punishment, you don’t know. A hickey? Seriously? You’re a demon for fuck’s sake. Even so, you raise yourself to your knees and look at the others expectantly.

“Well,” you start, “who’s first?”

Fingers close around your wrist and jerk you towards its owner. With a grunt, you collapse onto Akaza’s strong thighs. He buries his face in the juncture of your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin.

“I get first dibs for that move earlier,” he grunts into your ear.

You know Akaza would never hurt you; being a woman yourself, he usually keeps his distance and takes his anger out on Douma or Kokushibou. Even so, that doesn’t stop him from nipping at the flesh of your neck.

Okay, so Akaza’s solid body pressed against yours feels good. Who cares? It’s a punishment, not a reward. In fact, you make your punishment easier and cock your head to the side, exposing yourself even more. Akaza hums his appreciation and suckles on a patch of skin.

You hadn’t even realized your eyes had fallen shut until another hand squeezes your calf. Cracking your eyes open, you see Douma in between your legs, a mischievous smirk playing on his face. Reaching up, his fingers skim over the waistband of your sweats.

“I wanna mark you here,” Douma says with a faux pout, his other hand groping your thigh. “You’ll let me, right?”

“Fuck off,” Akaza grits. Your skin feels delightfully wet where his mouth previously resided. “Go to Daki.”

“Aww, but Kokushibou’s with her. You know how he gets when I interrupt him.”

Glancing over, you see that Douma’s right. Daki’s perched in Kokushibou’s lap, back arched and head thrown back at a pretty angle. Sounds of pleasure slip through her parted lips. On the other hand, Gyuutaro sits to the side, an unamused expression twisting his features.

“I am not marking my sister. You guys are just nasty.”

You hiss whenever you feel cool air hitting your thighs. Douma wiggles downwards, his hot breath hitting the soft flesh of your inner thigh. You hear Akaza biting back a curse.

Well, if this is your “punishment”, you may as well enjoy it.

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #upper moons #upper moons x reader #upper moon demons #upper moon demons x reader #request #thanks for asking!

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square-blunt · 3 years

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You're in my heart, in my heart, in my head.

The normal empires fic in which shit goes from 0 to -100 to 100 and back to -100 in like, 2000 words. Scott ruins shit bc he's a dumbass in love. Jimmy watches him die. Y'know, the normal fic you'd see on the empires tag. This is a Minecraft Roleplay.

TW- MCD (major character death), Gore, (blood. and like, big knife mention). Angst. there is so much angst- emotional mental physical, it's all that shit. Sacrifice, screaming, crying, and they kiss so that's fun but y'know.

WC: 2009

Ao3: :) Second Chapter: :)

Scott knows something is wrong. He feels that pit in his stomach- familiar emptiness that clouds his vision and his mind. His feet start to move forward. He knows- he knows something's happening.

He knows Jimmy is in trouble.

He hasn't been in Mythland much- but somehow he cuts through trees and knocks over stands almost like he knows exactly where he's going and nothing was gonna stop him from getting there. It's getting dark- that's weird it was just noon-

Scott looks up to see where the sun is. 'This can't get any worse,' he thinks. You're never supposed to fight a demon when there's a solar eclipse, everyone knows that-

Scott hears a scream. It sends his heart up into his throat- that's Jimmy. Scott sprints forward and bursts through the treeline and he's at Sausage's summoning circle- no- no no no-

The sight is terrible. Sausage- his body is practically decaying under the weight of corruption- of possession. Xornoth's possessed the man he once saw as a friend. And Joey's by his side, a book in hand, chanting in elvish. They've crafted an obsidian altar- and writhing in chains, desperately trying to free himself is Jimmy. Tears are streaking down his face, his terror radiating off of him in waves.

Xornoth raises something above their head as the moon fully covers the sun- its last light gleaming off the object- it's a ritual knife.

They're going to sacrifice you- I don't want to lose you. He can hear Jimmy’s voice as clear as day.

Scott screams out a time-shattering “Stop” before he can get a hold of himself.

Everything does stop. Time, space, reality- it feels like Scott’s heart has stopped, too. Sausage looks at him with eyes that aren’t his own; Joey looks at him as well, but his eyes hold no rage or fear, only smugness. His eyes are drawn away as he catches Jimmy’s face. It goes from happiness to confusion, to heartbreak, back to confusion, and then to pure fear.

“Stop,” Scott says it a little quieter this time. His voice rings out against the stilled breeze. There are no birds, no nature, everything around them is either dead or too terrified to make a sound. Xornoth tilts his head, slowly and concerningly calmly. “Step away from him.” Scott’s hand finds itself on the hilt of his sword. Not like there’s much that could do, but he has to do something.

Xornoth laughs. It sounds like Sausage.

“Scott-” Jimmy says, and immediately cries out in pain. Scott looks up- Joey was the one to twist his arm. Under any other circumstances, Scott would have lunged forward and sunk his sword into Joey’s skull, but since Xornoth is still holding a very painful-looking ritual knife, Scott stays put.

“Jimmy, don’t say anything-” Scott begins, his voice tight with panic. Xornoth speaks up before he can continue, Scott’s heart dropping in his chest. His voice sounds like Sausage, too.

“Brother, have you come to replace your lover from another life?” Xornoth’s voice is suffocatingly rich with sarcasm and fake pity.

Scott can’t answer. He opens his mouth but no sound comes out. He doesn’t- he can’t look at Jimmy.

“I know you remember, great champion of Aeor, I know you do.” Xornoth grins, their face contorting.

“I do, and I have,” Scott says, finally getting over the lump in his throat. The lump comes back tenfold as Xornoth’s grin grows impossibly wider.

“Scott- no- what-” Jimmy begins to say, but Joey quiets him with another yank on his restraints. Xornoth puts a hand out, and Joey drops the ropes.

“You know what I need, brother,” Xornoth says, their voice eerily emotionless.

“Scott- don’t do this-”

“Jimmy, please,” Scott says, closing his eyes to keep the tears at bay, he can’t give Xornoth his own humanity.

“Scott-” Scott winces as Jimmy’s voice breaks. Jimmy doesn’t know, he can’t remember-

Scott takes a deep breath, and once again, speaks before he can tell himself to stop.

“I, Ellinair, take the place of this man so that he might live free of pain or suffering for the rest of his life.” Scott needs to make sure that Jimmy gets off free, with no strings attached. So Xornoth can’t hurt him after he’s gone.

“No- Scott, what have you done- why-” Jimmy sits up, some of the ropes have disappeared but he still can’t leave the altar.

Xornoth laughs- it doesn’t sound like Sausage anymore.

“A great elf with a great future who was stolen in the night and thrown into an arena for the devil’s delight. And you fell in love. How cute!” they snarl, “Unfortunately, as you died, you were whisked away from our grasp. I had to find you again, and wasn’t I lucky that I found your husband instead? And, better yet, without your protection! It was so easy, brother, to just come in and take him. To use him. Sweet, dopey, stupid Jimmy. Why would he be the one tied to that dragon? I kill him, and nothing will happen other than a shortage of slimeballs and a few tears. The only use for him was that he was close to you. He’s nothing but a pawn to get to you. And you, in your blind devotion, played right into my hand. I was never going to kill him, it would honestly be too much effort to do so. I was never going to kill him. I was only threatening to kill him so you would change places with him, so Exor could finally triumph over his brother. You are weak, Ellinair, in your love, in your loyalty- or lack thereof. You always were weak. And now I’ve won. Exor has won because you fell for a mortal. Because of a flower. It’s sickeningly amusing, I must say. But unfortunately, it seems that your time is drawing to a close. Lesser, you may release the ‘bait’.” Xornoth ends their monologue with a direction Scott takes a moment to realize is for Joey, who follows it immediately. Jimmy, now free, lurches off the altar like it was burning him alive. He rushes over to Scott, questions bubbling up and out of him. His hands move to hold Scott’s, but Scott isn’t exactly... present. But he can still hear Jimmy. How he wishes he couldn’t.

“Scott- Scott what’s going on- I thought you- what’s going on? Why did you- Scott- why did you take- what-” Jimmy asks, clutching at Scott’s hands. Scott hangs his head, Jimmy immediately stops and lets him talk.

“Jimmy... you don’t know what you mean to me,” Scott says, tears threatening to fall, he can’t make eye contact with Jimmy.

“I think I can guess, at least,” Jimmy says, voice tight, cupping Scott’s face. Scott still can’t look at him.

“They’re right-” Scott begins to say- before Jimmy tilts Scott’s head to face him and kisses him. It takes Scott a second for his heart and his head to catch up to it- but Jimmy’s kissing him. Finally, after what feels like eons apart, he’s kissing him again. Scott kisses him back like he’s the air he’s gone without breathing for so long- Scott’s been without him for so long- and just when he’s got him back... he quite literally sold his soul for this. Time stops again- this has happened way too many times for it to be normal but Scott wishes it would stop forever. Seconds turn into minutes and it’s like the gods have finally taken pity on him and given him time to give everything he can. He’s sold his soul for Jimmy, and he’s never gonna get to see him again. The tears become too much, and they fall- but Scott would rather die now than break the kiss, so Scott’s tears stain both their cheeks. The kiss tastes the same it always did, like Jimmy, and it was heart-achingly familiar.

Scott can’t live without it.

Funny.

He won’t live much longer anyway.

He is hyper-aware of Jimmy’s grip on him, on his face, in his hair, holding him close like they would melt together if they could.

Maybe Jimmy needs him as much as Scott.

And fuck, he needed Jimmy.

He needs to feel as much of Jimmy as he can before all he feels is a knife through his chest.

But right now all he cares about are the hands on his chest where the knife will go- the hands that are gonna be gone soon- Scott hasn’t been counting the seconds how long has it been- how long has Jimmy been kissing him- how long has he been kissing back- how long do they have left? Scott wraps his arms around Jimmy, trying to become inseparable- and Jimmy just holds onto him tighter. One of them sobs into the other- and all Scott can think is I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you- and he hopes Jimmy can hear him.

They both can hear a sickening crunch, instead.

As time crashes back into Scott's reality like a freight train, a number of things happen in rapid succession.

Jimmy is torn away, crying out in pain. It's familiar. Scott's tears break their dam and his vision is blurred- but he can still see Jimmy, sweet, dopey, beautiful Jimmy.

As Jimmy gets jerked backward, his and Scott's grip tightens on each other, and Jimmy's screams of agony make Scott want to throw up.

It takes everything Scott has to stay in place and keep Jimmy with him.

"'Scott something's on my back- something's hooked into me-"

"Jimmy- don't let go- please, please don't let go- I love you, please-"

"I won't- Scott- don't- I love you, too, I love you, too-"

Something cold sinks into Scott's shoulder, sending searing hot pain across his body- and making his arm go limp.

Scott and Jimmy are ripped apart from each other.

Scott screams for Jimmy and thrashes around, trying desperately to free himself, sobs ringing in his skull and fear and pain and regret raking through his body- but he refuses to stop looking at Jimmy, and Jimmy still looks at him. He catches a glimpse of what’s hooked onto Jimmy's back- it’s a massive tendril of corruption, and now it's holding Jimmy suspended in the middle of the air- it looks like it hurts him to breathe, much less call out Scott's name, but it's all in vain.

Scott knows he's going to die.

He gave his word.

But that doesn't mean he's not going to try and get away.

He needs to get away.

He needs to scream and cry and writhe and brace himself against the altar that whatever's hooked into his shoulder is trying to drag him onto.

He needs Jimmy to know how sorry he was because he’s gone and fucked it all up now. He thought he’d be able to play it off to Jimmy as ‘you don't deserve to die in my place' but when Jimmy looked at him with pure heartbreak and fear in his eyes he knew that he was doing it to save him.

Not the world.

Jimmy was his world.

Scott loses the fight and is dragged up onto the altar, where tendrils of dark crimson threaten to bury him alive, and one-handed he tries to swat them off. He can feel his power draining, he knows Joey's probably chanting again, but all he hears is Jimmy. He looks back, and Jimmy is still struggling and sobbing and Scott has to keep fighting to stay alive as long as possible just to be able to see Jimmy for as long as possible.

But the tendrils are growing in number, and Scott can’t keep all of them at bay and slowly he’s overtaken and restrained. The metal hook still sits painfully in his shoulder as his energy drains with his blood, he’s lost the power to scream.

Jimmy hasn’t.

Scott hangs onto that.

Scott hangs onto Jimmy’s screams, his sobs, his ‘Please stop’s, his ‘why him’s, Scott hangs onto the feeling of rage- at his brother and their tool hurting Jimmy like this- but the rage stays heavy on his chest. Rage and fear and pain swirl in his mind and every other emotion drains out of him.

All he knows is terror.

All he knows is Jimmy’s sobs.

He knows that he has seconds left- Xornoth’s probably already gotten the knife back up above his head.

All Scott can offer to Jimmy, all that he has left, is a weak smile of comfort before every sense he has cuts out.

Scott can’t see Jimmy.

He can’t hear Jimmy.

He’s failed everyone he’s ever known.

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a very burrow christmas {Harry potter}

Summary: Harry and his girlfriend enjoy Christmas with their favourite people, the Weasleys. This is a no voldy au so every one is alive and happy:')

A/n: this is written by me and @pregnant-piggy

(he has no right to be this cute wtf)

"Harry," y/n said trying to shake Harry's grip off her waist. "Haaryyy" she said in a sing song voice poking his cheek. "Wake up Potter!" She picked him again. "Ugh, lemme sleep l/n." Harry grumbled pulling y/n closer in his arms. "Five more minutes." He said snuggling his face into her neck. "Fine." She sighed playfully and melted into his embrace, falling asleep once again.

They were woken up properly when sirius barged into the room screaming "WAKE UP." He saw the sight in front of him and he almost let them be and leave. Almost being the word here, instead he called out to his best friend very loudly. "Prongs! Your son is trying to make you a grandfather early!" There was a series of clangs and crashes and ran in James Potter with crooked and a slightly red face. "What? Where?" Sirius snickered and pointed at Harry and y/n who were now waking up due to the commotion. "What's going on?" Harry asked groggily.

"Nothing, just sirius being an arse. Now wake up and get dressed, you both have to go the burrow today." James told his son and his girlfriend.

Harry groaned and nuzzled his face in y/n's shoulder. She giggled and pushed his head away, ignoring the googly eyes Sirius and James were making. 'Come on, Harry. The Weasleys are waiting for us. And you know how Ron gets when he has to wait.' In the doorframe, Sirius and James chuckled, but one look from Harry was enough to send them away. He and y/n got dressed in silence, both lost in their thoughts. When they came down, James and Lily were sitting at the dining table, both a mug in their hand and a smug smile on their face. Harry grumbled something about 'embarrassing him with their stupid faces' and James laughed loudly.

Still slightly grumpy, Harry ate his breakfast quietly. "So y/n, when are your parents returning?" Lily asked Y/n. She put her galss of orange juice down. "Oh, they'll be joining us tomorrow for Christmas at the Weasley's house." Lily nodded. "That's good." "Alright kiddos it's time to go." James clapped his hands together. Both Harry and y/n grabbed hold of their bags. One by one they walked into the fireplace and flooed to the burrow.

Harry reached first. He stepped out of the fireplace and and a second later out came y/n. She dusted the soot of her clothes and smiled at Harry. As Harry turned around, he was immediately hit on the face with a blob of frosting. Y/n burst out laughing. "You look so stupid Harry." She said, still laughing extremely loudly. "What a horrible day!" Harry whined.

The culprits behind the frosting on Harry's face walked to them with sly grins on their faces. Ofcourse it was fred and George. "Hello Harry, did you enjoy your Christmas welcome?" They said in unison. "No." Harry grumbled. "It was amazing, good job guys." Y/n high fived the twins. "Are you my girlfriend or theirs?" Harry asked her feigning betrayal. He put his fingers to his face and removed some of the frosting and rubbed it all over y/n's cheeks. She gasped. "No you didn't!" "Yes I did." Harry said mockingly.

Y/n took the piping bag from Fred's hands and squeezed it all over Harry's unruly black hair. "You've started war woman!" Harry declared and snatched the bag from her and ripped it on her head. "Ewww." She groaned. By then, all the Weasley kids had gathered, hearing the commotion. "Er, hi guys." Harry and y/n said sheepishly. "You had a frosting fight, without me?" Ron asked in betrayal. "Join in?" Y/n asked him. "YES!" He cheered.

Everybody grabbed some frosting bags and started throwing it at eachother. "What is going on here!" Mrs Weasley arrived, looking at the mess created in her living room. Everyone froze in their tracks and dropped whatever they were holding. "I asked you kids to frost cookies, not each other! Now clean up the mess. Stat!" Her face was red. The room was silent. "Do not worry kids, we got this." Fred and George said. They whipped out their wands and muttered a spell and the room was back to normal. "You're welcome." They grinned.

With the very little frosting that was left, it was quickly decided that the cookies would taste just as good without decoration. After everyone was washed up they sat in the living room, calming down from the frosting war. All were happily discussing what gifts they hoped they would get, when Ron proposed to play a game. Chutes and Ladders was taken out and everyone sat around it.

What was supposed to be an innocent game, soon turned into a battle in which no one was spared. Loud laughter erupted every time someone had to slide back to the start and groans from everyone but the player came whenever they could ascend a ladder.

Harry was the first one to give up. He still had the same, although maybe a little less, mood he had had in the morning and when he had to go back to the start for the third time, he threw his pawn away and declared he was done with the game. He pulled y/n on his lap and rested his chin on her shoulder as he watched how she slowly made her way to the last box.

'I won! I won!' she exclaimed when she placed her pawn on the final box and she threw her arms in the air. Everyone laughed bittersweet at her victory, but y/n noticed nothing of it as she turned around to Harry and wrapped her arms around his neck. Harry chuckled and placed a kiss on her temple. She however threw all her weight in the embrace and together with her boyfriend she fell to the floor.

Harry's chest was rising and falling with his laughter and y/n was lying on top of him. She lifted but kept hovering over him. The look on Harry's face was so delicate that she couldn't but place a soft kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled into the kiss when he heard everyone around them groan and yell.

'MOM! y/n and Harry can't keep their hands off each other!' Ron screamed to the kitchen and y/n climbed off Harry, not hiding her smug smile on her lips. She looked at Harry and he winked at her, his cheeks as red as the hair of the Weasleys around him.

It was night by the time the game ended and everyone's stomach was growling in hunger. "Kids, time for dinner!" Mrs Weasley called out. Everyone ran to the table, mouth watering at the smell of the deliciously steaming food. Roast turkey, cranberry sauce, pie and chocolate cake among others was spread out on the table. Everyone dug in and relished the delicious meal. Mrs Weasley this is so good!" Harry said in delight. "Thankyou dear." She smiled. Soon all the food on the table was cleared and nothing but a few crumbs remained.

Since it was Christmas Eve, Hermione suggested that they sang Christmas carols. Ginny decided that they sang o Christmas tree. Everyone sang along singing off tune, but still the Christmas cheer filled the air. The burrow never failed to brighten the mood. After carols, everyone dropped their gifts under the giant tree in the middle of the living room. Fred and George tried to sneak glances at the boxes which had their names on them. They even almost ripped one of the gifts open before mrs Weasley smacked their hands away.

Around eleven pm, mr Weasley handed everyone mugs of hot chocolate as everyone sat in the backyard. It was snowing and one could see their breath in the cold. "It's so nice outside." Ginny muttered. Everyone nodded in agreement. Harry rested his head on y/n's shoulder and she kissed his forehead. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you too." Y/n whispered lifting Harry's chin to place a kiss on his lips. "Gross! Get a room." Ron teased. Harry stuck his tongue out at his best friend and he rolled his eyes teasingly.

It was getting very late and everyone started to nod off. One by one they retired to their rooms. The girls were together and Harry was to share a room with Ron. Y/n placed a kiss on Harry's forehead and followed Hermione into the house.

*****

Full from the food and the merry feelings, y/n found her sleep quickly. The soft chatting of Hermione and Ginny lulled her asleep and soon she was off in dreamland.

Harry in his shared room with Ron missed y/n's warmth and her embrace that he was used to fall asleep to. He kept talking with Ron until the little hours, but eventually he slept in too, the warmth and comfort of the burrow easing him.

If the next morning no one had woken from the rooster that was screaming bloody murder at the crack of dawn, they were woken by the enthusiastic and loud talking of the twins, who were the first ones to wake up and had no intention of letting everyone else sleep in on this Christmas morning. So while Ron tried to turn around in his bed once more, the door of the bedroom burst open and Fred and George jumped on their brother's bed. 'Come on, Ron, it's Christmas!' Fred exclaimed and he and George kept pestering Ron all the way down to the living room, where the rest of the sleepy family sat.

y/n was sitting in the corner of the couch, resting her cheek on her hand. Her eyes were almost falling shut when Harry slumped into the place next to her and rested his head in her lap. She raked her hands through his messy hair and Harry felt his eyes slowly closing.

'I can't believe it, I talked to him for hours last night and he wouldn't fall asleep. You put your hand in his hair and he is off,' Ron grumbled, though he didn't look annoyed; he had a smirk on his face.

'Well, what can I say,' y/n laughed. 'It's a Christmas miracle.' *****

After a delicious breakfast made by Mrs Weasley, everybody gathered around the tree to open the presents. As the last person sat down, James and Lily Potter came out of the fireplace, followed by sirius a few seconds later. "Sorry we're late." Lily coughed. "Someone forgot to do their present shopping." Sirius looked sheepishly at the ground. "But we're here now." He declared.

Gifts were being passed out and everyone was excitedly opening them. Mrs Weasley knit everyone a Weasley jumper with their initial on it. Mr Weasley have everyone gifts depending on their likes. Sirius gave everyone a joke shop gift. Fred and George were the only ones who appriciated the gift. Finally, Harry opened y/n's gift. She anxiously watched his as he carefully opened the wrapping paper. He then lifted the gift, it was a scrapbook that she had spent months putting together. Harry flipped the book open, on the front was a picture of them in their first year, after Harry won the match, then after that there were pictures and small handwritten notes on every page. "Do you like it?" Y/n asked expectantly. "I really do!" Harry replied hugging her.

The gifts were opened and the mess was cleared. The children sat down on the sofa and we're about to play exploding snap when ginny exclaimed, "it's snowing!" The game was forgotten and everyone pulled on their coats and went to backyard. It was the first snow that year and it felt magical. Lily put on a casette that played muggle Christmas carols. They were all wizards but something about the atmosphere felt even more magical.

"Dance with me." Harry extended his hand out to y/n. "Gladly." She took it. He pulled her close and they swayed to the music. "I love you." Harry kissed her forehead. "I love you too " she smiled.

Lily and James watched the two lovers dance outside and their hearts swelled. It reminded them of them in their youth. Y/n's parents had arrived by then and they too watching them dance felt their heart warm up. It was beautiful to see the two of them so young and in love.

Hermione pulled y/n away from Harry, telling him that she needed to steal y/n from him as they needed another team mate for their snow ball fight. Harry shook his head and stood beside ron who was watching Hermione with slightly red cheeks and a small smile. "You should ask her out mate." Harry told him. "I don't know who you're taking about." He said defiantly. "Sure man, I belive you." Harry nudged his shoulder and they both shared a small laugh.

Harry was still talking to Ron when he was hit in the face by a snowball coming from behind a fort of snow a little further in the yard. As the cold snow dripped of his face and ice cold drops of water made their way into the collar of his coat, Harry quickly ran to the fort of the other team. He crouched down behind the wall of snow and turned to George, who was captain of this team.

'Spy on them, while Gin and I get ready to attack them,' George said and he pushed Harry into the battlefield unprepared. A little lost he stood in between the two teams, but then he walked closer to the team y/n was on.

Her team hadn't noticed Harry yet. They were all bent over a drawing in the snow, that Fred was pointing at with his wand. Harry looked over his shoulder and gestured for George and Ginny to come closer. They approached the little hill of snow slowly and carefully. 'ATTACK!' George yelled and he and Ginny jumped over the 'fort', throwing snowballs at the persons behind it. Loud yells and screams erupted from the people behind the snow and a real battle, as the one with the frosting the previous day had been, erupted. Snow was thrown back and forth until everyone was cold and blue and Mrs Weasley called everyone inside for a hot chocolate.

After everyone was warmed up again by Mrs Weasley's amazing hot cacao, they stationed in the living room. Just when Ron was about to sit next to y/n, Harry jumped in his place, forcing Ron to sit in the spot next to Hermione. Harry shot y/n a sly grin and she rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, while lied his head on her lap, silently asking her to play with his hair.

Y/n chatted with everyone around her while Harry's eyes started to droop. "Done go to sleep now, it's almost time for dinner." He groaned. "But you're comfortable." She flicked his forehead. "I'm up, I'm up." He said sitting up on the sofa. After a few minutes, food was set on the table, once again the table was filled with scrumptious food. Salad, sandwiches, mince pie, pasta and others were layed out.

Conversation flowed nicely on the table as everyone dug into their food. It was the perfect ending to a wonderful day. As Harry watched y/n talk to Ginny animatedly he couldn't help but feel that he was the luckiest man on earth to be with a person like her. He held her hand under that table and she intertwined her fingers with his. They smiled at each other, eyes holding so much love that it almost overflowed.

Harry and y/n were a match made in heaven and neither of them planned on letting the other go anytime soon *******

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myblueeyedbuggers · 3 years

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My Boys

Chapter 13

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 14

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader (Best Friend) Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2063

Warnings: Swearing, bit of violence if you looking very closely

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Ey up my Loves, so we’re back and kicking ass! Quite literally in this Chapter, I’ve been going back over my previous chapters and I’m considering rewriting them to fit my new style. Let me know what you all think, do you prefer them as they are or would you want them to match my new style ? Anyways without further ado here's chapter 13, enjoy everyone! <3

3rd person POV

Years have passed since that moment, time brought changes to the trio, what was once a childhood crush developed into a fierce love that neither of the pair wanted to acknowledge or admit in fear of loosing the other.

As you can imagine both Steve and Becca were ready to rip the heads off of their dumbass siblings.

6 years is a verrrry long time to put up with long looks of pining and repressed feelings, but unfortunately for the Brooklyn natives, y/n and bucky were about as stubborn as each other and refused to listen to the reasonable, sometimes frustrated, rants of their best friends. So much to the utter frustration of Steve and Becca, the two young lovebirds lived in a state of denial and attempted (the keyword being ATTEMPTED) to move on with their lives.

Naturally, someone as charming and handsome as James Barnes seemed to have a never-ending line of girls begging to be his, it had become a common occurrence for him to have a new girl on his arm each week, not that Steve or Y/n approved of his behaviour but hey Bucky can be a real big dumbass when he wants to be. Y/n did try to hide how much it bothered her, thankfully not only was Bucky a dumbass he was also completely unaware of her feelings and simply chalked it down to her being the unapproving sister, but to Steve it was a clear as day. He could see it in her face every time Bucky left to take the new girl dancing, or when she’d finish work early only to see Buck and his new girl on a romantic date in the Café opposite the dinner she worked at. The bright light behind her eyes always dimmed a little and she wouldn’t talk for hours, which for anyone that didn’t know her was enough to ring an ambulance and arrange a mental evaluation.

Now that’s not to say that Bucky was any better, the look of absolute utter rage that covered his face when another man called for Y/n was enough to make Steve and Becca completely loose it and simply laugh at his misery, neither of them felt bad because they’d been telling him for YEARS to man up and confess his feelings. Occasionally the pair did feel a slight twinge of guilt towards their brother, like the time the trio went to Y/n’s house to surprise her after work, only to see her kissing the cheek of a guy they’d never seen before, just like his other half Bucky did try to hide it, but the flash of pain that crossed his face was impossible to miss.

It’d gotten to the point where Steve wanted to lock em both in a closet til they finally admitted their feelings and put themselves out of their misery, though the fact that he had all the physical stats of a toothpick quickly nipped that idea in the bud.

Cut to today, for once it looked like it’d be a fairly normal day for everyone, boys were off doing god knows what, knowing those two it’d involve a punch up started by a small blonde idiot and finished by an even bigger idiot of a brunette. Though the same couldn’t be said about their girl, ever the more responsible one of them all Y/n had agreed to work overtime in the local dinner over on main street, meaning that she’d be the one closing the place down at 9pm.

Y/n didn’t even wanna think about what her two idiots would get up without proper adult supervision, though over the years she’d learned to expect that it would more than likely be something illegal.

Thankfully, it wasn’t something she had to worry about for the next couple of hours, though 9 times out of ten she’d be the one cleaning up the cuts and bruises only for them to come back the next day fresh wounds. As much as it did on occasion piss her off to no ends, Y/n wouldn’t want it any other way, they were and always will be her boys.

Y/N’s POV

Well, that was an absolute shit show of a day.

I mean you’d of thought that I was common knowledge not to put ya hands up a waitresses skirt, but nay some men didn’t seem to have got that memo, ever the public servant I made it my job to enlighten then with a hot cup of coffee to the crotch. How I’ve not received employee of the month is beyond me, what’s not to love ? I’m a fucking delight!

Thank god it’s home time, if I’da stayed in that place any longer something would of happened, knowing my crazy ass it’d of been something violent but in my defence….okay I don’t have a defence, but men can seriously suck ass when they wanna. All I wanna do is have a peaceful walk home, ignore the homeless guys that like to gawp at my ass and run a big old bubble bath whilst relaxing with a decent book.

Naturally, that didn’t happen.

Now, If ya spend as much time around a bunch of over aggressive monkeys that love jumping into fights as much as I do, you’ll probably get real good at recognising the sounds of a fight. And I’ve got a pretty good idea who the two dipshits are that started this pissing contest.

The sounds of shoes scuffling across the pavement were pretty much impossible to miss now, that along with the grunts and groans of a bunch of guys smacking the absolute shit outta each other tipped me off to what was happening around the corner. Everything in me screamed to carry on my merry way and let these morons sort out whatever beef they had in peace and believe me I was so close to ignoring it and walking past em, but it’s kinda hard to do that when ya hear ya best mate scream “come at me motherfuckers!”.

I couldn’t help the frustrated sigh that came outta my mouth but come on guys! This is the 5th one this week!

Very reluctantly I doubled back and went to help my idiotic boys out of whatever trouble they managed to get em selves into, and boy I’m glad that I did cause they were losing. Badly. It would seem that Steve’s request was met for them to “come at” him, cause one of em had him by the arms and was pummelling the life out of his small body, and Bucky wasn’t having any better luck either. Buck was in the same situation, but he had the pleasure of two guys restraining his arms whilst another two took turns in kicking him in the stomach, I mean I was already pissed off at what was happening to Steve but now, I’m beyond pissed and IF I’d of taken the time to calm down for a few seconds I’da thought of a better plan than this.

“Man…I really liked these shoes”.

In my defence, I didn’t mean to throw them as hard as I did, I was hoping to distract them for a couple of seconds so I could get the jump on the guy beating the crap outta Steve, instead I hit him square in the back his head and knocked him the fuck out. Any other time I’da been wetting myself laughing, but instead it seemed like time slowed down as the assholes holding Steve up froze and made eye contact with me, even the guys on Bucky stopped to see what had happened, all four of em had a look of complete and utter disbelief when they finally saw me. Not that I really cared, all I wanted was for em to get the fuck off of my boys.

Nobody seemed to wanna say anything for the next couple of seconds, the assholes beating up Bucky and Steve were still trying to wrap their heads around what just happened, and my idiots were looking back and forth between the guy on the floor and me, not even taking the time to try escape their holds. How the hell they manage to survive all these years without me is beyond my understanding.

“Sup my dudes, my names Y/n and I’ll be kicking ya ass today”.

I think it’s safe to say that I snapped everyone out of their shocked states, cause the guys holding both Steve and Bucky dropped their asses to the ground and instead focus on me, which is pretty fair considering I did just knock their mate out with a 2-inch healed shoe.

“Do ya know what we do to girls that don’t know their place round here? Cause ya about to find out girly” why is it always the ugliest motherfuckers that try to act tough, I mean look at this guy! he’s got more stains on his shirt than he does teeth, and about as much hair as a furless cat, I’ve been more intimidated by a group of 12-year-old girls in the dinner than I have him!...teenagers are fucking scary don’t judge me.

Right back to this absolute shitshow of a ‘fight’.

Mr ‘I’m only 30 years old and I already need dentures’ swung his arm out towards me in a pathetic attempt at a punch, which massively backfired on him cause I threw that dumbass over my shoulder and ‘accidently’ knocked his last 4 teeth out. That left me with the rest of the hounds, two of em were rushing at me the second I let go of their newly toothless friend, the one on my right missed me completely and fell over a fence, dumbass. The dude on my left though, well he didn’t miss I’ll put it that way, he fully rugby tackled me into the car behind me, knocking the wind outta me and leaving me dazed for a few seconds.

But just like the first guy, his ‘punches’ were about effective as a marshmallow. Pretty embarrassing for him really, I mean you hate to see it.

“Okay no, give me your hand I’m gonna teach you how to punch cause this is just embarrassing for you dude, first don’t put your thumb at the bottom cause ya gonna break it, second don’t just throw ya arm forward and hope it hurts, use your body weight cause ya got a lot of it and throw it into the punch.”

At that point I’d pushed him off me and the car, his form was absolutely terrible so I went ahead and corrected it for him, found out his name was Eric, which was pretty interesting, gave him a few practise shots and then let him hit me for real, and I must be a fucking amazing teacher cause that one hurt!

“Really Doll?”

Let me tell you, I’d never seen Bucky so unimpressed in my life, his face was completely deadpanned with only his eyebrows raised, Steve wasn’t too impressed either, his infamous mum glare was in full force as I sheepishly backed away from my new best friend.

“In my defence, you left me unsupervised, and Eric’s form was absolutely atrocious, wasn’t it Eric my lad ?”

“….She’s a pretty good teacher to be fair”.

“See? I’m a good teacher! Suck it Barnes!”

Bucky Knocked Eric the fuck out in response. I think you can all understand how heartbroken I was.

“What the hell Barnes?! If it weren’t for me you and Steve would be dead!” I’m pretty sure I looked as insane as I was acting, Steve was full on laughing his ass off behind Buck, I mean if I weren’t so annoyed by them both right now I’d be on the floor with him just dying of laughter. But nay, I had a bone to pick with the both of them, which I think they both realised considering they both went pale before turning around and bucking it to my house. What you need to remember is that these are fully gown men, running around a Brooklyn neighbourhood screaming bloody murder, with a much smaller y/h/c lass running right behind them brandishing a pair of heels, fully intending to murder them both.

How we’ve gone all these years without being arrested or locked in a mental asylum astounds me.

So hopefully you all enjoyed this, let me know what you all think, we’ve got about 2 more chapters left of my boys then we move onto Captain America the First Avenger!!

lots of love

Rose xx

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secretbondsandloveconfessions · 3 years

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All Bastards Are Brothers

Just a series of kinda fluffy, kinda angsty one-shots about the brotherly bond between Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel. Stories are not connected.

Ao3:

Part 1: Knowin’ My Fate Is To Be With You

Azriel shows up to dinner one night with a hickey, leaving the Inner Circle full of questions. Rhys and Azriel have a heart to heart.

“Az, what's that?"

Mor asked. He traced her glance back to the crook of his neck where, after a moment of thought, he remembered the dark purple bruise given to him only a few hours before. He quickly covered it up with a wisp of shadow and feigned innocence.

"What's what?"

"On your neck there." She pointed at the shadow. "Was that a bruise?"

"There's nothing there."

"Bullshit, move your shadows."

"I don't think I need to, there's nothing there."

"What's going on down here?" Cassian turned to face them. This could only go downhill from here.

"Azriel has a hickey," Mor said, her voice chipper and mocking.

"I do not."

"Then why won't you show me your neck?"

"Why won't you believe me?" He shot back. He was always ready to accept a challenge, and as Mor stuck her tongue out at him, he did the same.

Cassian watched the two curiously before clearing his throat. "You know, Az, before you go all defensive, you should know you're blushing." Shit. That wasn't good. He could feel his face heat up faster than he anticipated. He didn't dare look at Elain, but he felt her heavy gaze. Her very own blush was likely brushing down her pale skin as she watched him get berated for the mark that she left.

"Fine." Azriel removed his shadows and hissed. "It's a hickey."

"I knew it!" Mor cheered loudly, gaining the rest of the attention of the table. He faced Cassian again, who had a feline smirk. "Who?"

He kept his mouth shut. Any name would be a lie—one that Mor would be able to sense—and he wasn't about to bring Elain down with him.

"Second one this week," Cassian said. "I think Azriel has a side piece."

"Second one?" Mor raised an eyebrow at him, and Azriel wanted to cringe at the memory of the training earlier this week. His face felt hot. If he had blushing before, he had to be scarlet by now, especially after Cassian walked over and pointed to the place between Azriel's wings, causing Mor to squeal with delight.

Azriel had chugged the rest of his wine by the time Cassian sat down again and cursed the Mother for his luck.

"Neck and the wings? I didn't know you had it in you, Azzie," Cassian teased. Azriel weaved the shadows around him further, wondering if he should just winnow away at this point.

"How long has this been going on? Do we know her?" Mor asked. "OH! Is it the female who hit on you at Rita's?"

Azriel kept silent, refusing to answer either of his friends' remarks. Though that only seemed to spur them on more.

"Azzie, she was a hot one, no wonder you kept her for yourself," Cassian followed, and Azriel braced himself as the blonde opened her mouth again, but it never came.

"Alright, leave him alone," Rhys intervened. "He's one snigger away from disappearing into the shadows forever."

Cassian and Mor protested, but he only raised another hand.

"You never stop them from mocking me," Cassian mumbled. "That's all I'm saying."

"You make yourself a target, boy." Amren chimed in.

Mor laughed loudly at that, before pouring both of them another glass. Azriel was thankful for the subconscious reaction and the change of subject.

However, he only got a few moments of peace before he felt Rhys's warm presence ask to enter his mind, and despite his better judgment, Azriel let him in.

I'm impressed. Rhys purred into his brain from the other side of the table.

Fuck you.

More like fuck you if we're going with the evidence.

What do you want?

Let's chat tonight. Rhys vacated his mind, though not without leaving in his mind a picture of Azriel's own face, thoroughly red and sheepish, and a mocking laugh. He knew Rhys wouldn't be his savior tonight.

———

Azriel would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous, so as he knocked on the open door of the study, he pressed his lips together and grimaced.

"You wanted to talk?" Azriel asked.

Rhys nodded, leaning against his desk. "I did, and I do."

Feyre sat next to him, absorbed in a pile of paperwork, and if Azriel was about to have the conversation he thought he was going to have, then he definitely didn't want her there. He sent a pleading look to Rhysand, who, much to his credit, understood. "We'll go out to the balcony."

With a kiss to Feyre's head, his High Lord led him out to the private deck, and the anxiety in Azriel's stomach soared, his shadows swirling around him.

"I'm assuming this is about earlier."

"You're seeing someone," He stated, watching as Azriel nodded. "And I had no idea. You didn't tell any of us, which makes me think that Amren's assessment was true."

"What did Amren say?"

"She muttered something to me about you being the only male she can stand because you hide every aspect of your romances. She was wrong, Az. You've kept them out of the spotlight, but you've never lied about being with them, not like you did tonight. It made me wonder, what makes this one different?" Azriel remained silent, unwilling to answer his brother's question. Luckily, Rhys answered it for him. "I can only think of three reasons why you'd keep the identity of your lover secret."

"I see you've put a lot of thought into this."

"It's not often that you take extra measures with a lover." A valid point. "I want you to be happy, brother, truly, so please don't hide yourself from me—you have a record of doing that, you know. Will you promise me that you won't lie about anything?"

"Will you promise not to tell the others?" Azriel asked him, quietly. "You can tell Feyre, I wouldn't ask you to keep something like this from your mate."

"I swear it on the graves of my mother and sister."

"I won't lie to you then." A fond smile crossed Rhys's face.

"Good, well, I want to make sure this person is worth it, so I'll start by asking, is this secret lover worth putting the strain forward?"

"Yes," was all he could think to say. He didn't trust himself to say anymore. Rhysand's smile got bigger, spilling over into his violet eyes, and Azriel felt himself blush a little once more. Rhys was always the most sentimental out of the three.

"Good. I'm glad they're worth it. Now, I have questions. Number one, you're ashamed of this person."

Azriel looked up in alarm. "Why would I be ashamed?" Cauldron, he would scream it to the entire Night Court that he loved Elain Archeron. The entirety of Prythian if he had to.

"I thought that maybe you had gotten tangled up with someone you shouldn't, like a Spring Court Lady, or a human, or I thought for a long moment, that maybe she wasn't a she after all..." Azriel raised his eyebrow at the last one.

"What?"

"Well, it occurred to me that I didn't know if you took males in bed, and then I started thinking, that if you really hadn't wanted us to know, you could and would hide it very well. I'm not here to judge, but if you say yes, then I feel like this chat will get a little more heartfelt than intended." Rhys rambled on, scratching the back of his neck. Azriel almost pitied him.

"I've never taken a man to bed, Rhys, and I do not plan too."

"Okay, good because I was lousy at talking to Mor about that."

"...and she's not lesser fae either."

"All right then, number two: is this a protective 'She's my mate' scenario?"

"No, I don't think we're mates."

"Are you sure?"

"Most people don't find their mates, Rhys," Azriel reminded him, masking the annoyance in his voice. Just because both he and Cassian found their mates didn't mean they all would.

"True. Number three: she's someone we know. In that case, my only question is how sweet, flower growing Elain is able to bruise an Illyrian."

Azriel gaped at him, demanding. "How?"

"The only person redder than you at dinner, which, by the way, was the highlight of this decade, was dear sweet Elain. Feyre told me that she thought Elain too innocent to hear it. I didn't quite think so."

"Are you going to have this little chat with her also?"

"Oh, I think she'll suffer enough from her own embarrassment than to have me do it again. Besides, you're more fun to torture."

"Can't you go tease Cassian?"

"We both know why I can't do that..." Rhys said candidly, and Azriel didn't dare to be hopeful that Rhys would drop the subject. Rhys's small frown turned into another smile soon after, and Azriel swallowed. "You hardly ever have anything for me to talk about anyway. I need to utilize this situation to its full potential. In fact, after you inform my mate of my win, I'm going to ask her to paint your lovely face...you remember the one?"

Rhys sent the same picture of Azriel's blushed face. Azriel rolled his eyes and spoke. "Shut it, Rhys."

To his surprise, Rhys did, choosing instead to turn towards the railing and look over the glittering lights of Velaris. Azriel did the same and took another sip of his wine.

"When do you think you'll tell everyone else?" Rhys said after a moment.

"Oh, I don't know, I'd rather have tonight fade from their minds before I say anything, though I suppose that's rather optimistic of me."

"I don't think Cassian and Mor will let that go, brother, but you can deal with them."

"Well, then there's always Nesta...And I'd rather not have my cock ripped off of my body."

Rhys cringed. "She's going to be a hard one to convince, my sympathies lie with you."

"My only hope is that she and Cassian can distract each other."

"Again, optimistic."

"True," he said cordially before quickly adding, "But I suppose it's up to Elain, really. She's much more conservative in these matters."

Rhys scoffed, "The irony in that statement. You two are made for each other."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't bullshit me. You do the same exact thing."

"I do not," Azriel insisted, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

"Az, when's the last time you had a quick fuck?"

"Wh—?" Azriel sputtered. "That's none of your concern."

Rhysand gave him a long look before he turned it into a sickening grin. Azriel wanted to slap it off his face. "You were saying?"

"Go fuck yourself," he laughed.

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supernaturaldesires · 3 years

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A Wild Night

Having the opportunity for a night of fun with Dean and Sam Winchester, you would be a fool to say no. But do you really know what you’re in for?

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader x Soulless!Sam (no wincest)

Warnings: dub-con/drunken rough sex, threesome, penetration, oral (male and female receiving), deepthroating, bondage/use of ropes, anal

Word Count: 2,594

The club music pounded through your head as you swayed towards the bar, giddy from the several cocktails you had enjoyed with your friend. Her boyfriend had swung by to pick her up, but you were enjoying yourself too much to leave and assured her you would be fine as she left. Clutching onto the edge of the bar-top, you steadied yourself as you wobbled a little on your high heels. You peered around the corner of the bar, hoping to catch the eye of a bartender.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself there, doll,” came a smooth voice from beside you. Even sitting down, you could tell the blonde-haired stranger was tall, and his emerald eyes bore into you as though they were looking directly into your soul. And God damn, he was hot.

“No one is enjoying life unless they go a little wild every now and then,” you giggled in return. Your attention was diverted by one of the bartenders coming over to take your order. “I’ll have another long island iced tea please, my good man,” you sang drunkenly.

The handsome stranger beside you smirked. “Put it on my tab, mate,” he said. Before you could argue, he added: “And we’ll have three shots of tequila alongside it.” The bartender disappeared before you could say a word.

“Three shots?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow. He didn’t appear to be sitting with anyone.

“One is for my brother,” the man said, his intense eyes back on you. “He’ll be back in a moment. The other one, my dear, is for you.”

“Excuse me, sir,” you said in mock-offense. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

A coy smile appeared on his face. “I thought you wanted to go wild,” he teased. Then he leaned forward until you could feel his breath on your ear. “And if you call me ‘Sir’ again, I’ll show you a night more wild than your dreams.”

A delicious chill ran down your spine at his words. Before you could respond, the bartender returned with your cocktail and three shots. You picked up your cocktail and turned to the man who had bought it for you. “Thanks for the drink, um?”

“Dean,” he said, a wicked glint dancing in his eye. Another even taller man sat in the empty seat to your other side. “That’s Sam.”

You nodded to the new arrival, also very attractive in his own right, though there was something deliciously dangerous about the steeliness of his eyes. Whereas Dean had been more flirtatious, Sam appeared to be completely unashamed of dragging his eyes slowly over your body as if he was mentally undressing you. And honestly, it lit a fire within your belly.

Dean handed two of the shots to you and his brother before picking up the third one for himself. “So, Y/N,” he began coolly. “Just how wild do you want to get tonight?”

You smirked at him with a cheeky look in your eye. “I thought I’d see where the night takes me, handsome.” The three of you clinked your shot glasses together before knocking them back. You winced a little at the delightful burning sensation, and as you re-opened your eyes you could have sworn that for a split second, Dean’s eyes had flicked to black. But when you looked again, they were the same dazzling green they originally were. Maybe you were starting to reach your peak a little, but you never left a drink unfinished.

As you sipped your long island iced tea, Dean held the conversation with you, while Sam appeared to be the quieter one. He just sat there watching you, occasionally his eyes flickering to your drink, checking how much you had left. As you sucked the last drop down, you certainly felt a little woozy, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“I think that’s me done,” you slurred, a hiccup emphasising the end of your sentence.

Dean rose from his seat, placing his hand firmly on the small of your back. “What do you say we get out of here, then? I’ve got a motel room a couple of blocks down.”

“Mhmm,” was all you could manage as he guided you out of the busy club.

When Dean led you inside the motel room, you were a little surprised to see the still-silent Sam follow you both into the room. You’d assumed he was bored from the lack of any contribution to yours and Dean’s conversations, but figured he was just the quiet, broody type. “Mm, two handsome men all to myself?” You giggled, losing your balance and falling onto your butt on the bed. “Lucky me.”

Dean approached you, a dark chuckle grumbling in his throat. “Lucky you indeed. And lucky us for finding our plaything for the night.” His fingers wrapped around your jaw as he leaned down for a bruising kiss, pushing you backwards to lay you flat on the bed. “Are you going to be a good little slut for me and my brother?”

You’d had your drunken hook-ups before, but nothing like this. Never a threesome. But you’d be lying if you’d said it hadn’t been a fantasy for some time now. And to have the opportunity with two drop-dead gorgeous men?

“Yes, Sir,” you purred, accentuating the title. The corner of Dean’s lips tugged into a coy grin. His free hand slid down to your thighs, groping them before yanking your dress up and exposing your lacy black thong.

“Well, look what we have here, Sammy,” Dean boasted, licking his lips as his fingers shoved the fabric aside and rubbed your wet folds. “She’s already so wet for us.” You mewled in response to his touch, slowly grinding your hips to create some movement.

You heard Sam grumble from the other side of the room, out of view. “Hurry up, Dean, you know foreplay bores me.”

Dean gripped your thighs and pushed you up the bed until your head was hanging off the other side. “Well there’s a perfectly good mouth there to keep you entertained while I have my fun.”

You squealed as you felt Dean’s fingers return to your cunt, this time pushing past your entrance. You heard Sam’s footsteps first as he rounded the bed, coming into view. He still maintained that cold, dark look in his eyes as he stared down at you. Shoving his jeans and boxers down, you felt a shiver of fear and excitement at the length that sprung free from its confinement. He was longer than anyone you’d been with and you were anxious as to whether you could take him.

Your internal debate was cut short as Dean rammed three fingers knuckle-deep inside you. The scream that escaped you gave Sam the perfect opportunity to thrust his length into your mouth and down your throat.

“You’ll want to focus for this, sweetheart,” Dean hummed as he twisted his fingers inside you, making you squirm. “My brother has a tendency to break the toys that bore him.” As if to prove his point, Sam began thrusting down your throat, as Dean’s hand tightened around your neck, holding you in place.

“Thankfully this bitch’s mouth has a better use than drunken babbling,” Sam sneered, watching you through calculating eyes. The way he looked at you ignited a masochistic pleasure inside you. You knew you had a degradation kink, you had even convinced an ex to try to dominate you in the bedroom, but he wasn’t a natural dominant so it just didn’t give you what you needed. This, however. You could see in Sam’s eyes that he didn’t give a shit about you. And you loved it. Your mind swimming with the alcohol, you let Sam continue to abuse your throat.

Dean seemed to notice you weren’t attempting to struggle so eventually released your neck, focusing on pummelling his digits into you, making you moan crudely on his brother’s cock. It was when he wrapped his lips around your clit that you really lost it, your body bucking and writhing like you were possessed. Your screams muffled around Sam’s large member as the orgasm hit you like a freight train. But as soon as you began to cum, Dean’s fingers left you, grinding your orgasm to a cold and abrupt halt.

“Oh dear, sweetheart,” Dean tutted, grabbing your throat as Sam ripped his cock out of your mouth. The green-eyed man pulled you up by the neck until you were face-to-face with him, his nose with millimetres from yours. “Did you ask for permission to cum, you little slut?” You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to make your eyes focus on Dean, but right now you were seeing duplicates of him as your vision blurred. A shake of the head was the best you could manage. Dean gripped your waist with one hand and flipped you over so that you were laying on your belly on the bed. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them together behind your back. “Perhaps I need to explain your role here, little one,” he whispered into your ear with a dangerous edge. “You are here for our pleasure alone. We will use you as we please and you will be grateful for it. If you behave yourself, and if we don’t grow tired of you, we’ll consider rewarding you.”

You felt the harsh burn of rope wrapping around your wrists, hearing Sam scoff at the same time. “Speak for yourself,” he grunted, fisting your hair and dragging your face towards his cock again. “I’m just here to get my dick wet.” When you didn’t take the cue to open your mouth, Sam pinched your nose until you inhaled in a panic, and at that point drove his member back past your lips.

Dean chuckled. “That’s true. Sammy here isn’t quite as concerned about rewarding good behaviour. That’s just my thing, I guess.” As he spoke, you felt his fingers skim passed your wet flesh again, making you squirm. “But trust me, it’ll be in your favour to make sure you give both of us a good time, sweetheart.” A sharp spank collided with your ass-cheek then, making you moan onto Sam’s cock. Sam fisted your hair tighter, pulling your face flush into his crotch, forcing his cock painfully deep down your throat.

“Hm look at these two pretty holes here,” Dean’s sing-song voice echoed through your brain. Using your pussy juices, Dean lubricated your asshole, teasing your puckered entrance. Still held in place on Sam’s cock, you were starting to lose oxygen. “Where to start, hm?” You felt the nudge of his thick cock at your slit, which he then alternated between your two holes, not quite pushing in. White spots began to appear in your vision. “Eenie, meenie, minie...” Sam released your hair, sending you reeling backwards just as Dean thrusted himself into your asshole, fully seating himself. “Mo.” A cracked scream fell from your lips as your upper body crumbled onto the bed. Dean grabbed the rope binding your wrists together and yanked you up to your knees.

Sam stood back with a cruel smile, fisting his huge erection as he watched his brother rail into you. He leaned forward then, gripping your jaw with his free hand and making you look at him. “Do you whore yourself out to every man that buys you drinks?” Unable to shake your head, you could only grunt in response. “I do love a nice tight pussy to ruin.” Sam rounded the bed, standing beside Dean and gesturing for him to make space. Dean wrapped one arm around your waist, the other around your chest, and with ease lifted you off the bed, pulling you flush against his body and causing his cock to sink deep into your tight ass. You let out a whimper from the sheer force that you were being stretched. Sam took a seat on the edge of the bed in front of you, grabbing your thighs and pulled you towards him until the tip of his cock was nestled into your slit.

Fear momentarily rose within you in anticipation, but before you had a chance to act upon it, Dean pushed you down. A pained cry escaped you as your walls stretched around Sam’s enormous length, splitting you open as both of your holes were stuffed by the brothers. The pain almost became too much until pleasure edged its way through your body. Sam lay back onto the bed, holding himself up on his elbows, and in delicious synchronisation the two brothers pumped into you at an exhilarating pace.

Your mind was beyond comprehension by this point. Between the alcohol and the adrenaline, you felt yourself going limp between the two men.

“I think we’re losing her, Dean,” Sam muttered, though his voice lacked any sympathy. He pulled at your nipples, tweaking them painfully and making you cry out. The sudden sensation made your walls contract around the brothers, earning a delighted groan from both of them. “Fuck, just when I thought she couldn’t get any tighter.” Relishing in his new trick, Sam played with your nipples endlessly, and just as he was beginning to lose a reaction from you, he replaced his fingers with his mouth, pinching your supple flesh with his teeth.

You could feel your body raging towards a climax. “Please,” you gasped. “Can I cum?”

Dean’s teeth grazed your earlobe from behind. “Hm, what do you think, Sam?” He mused. “Has our little whore earned it yet?”

Sam grunted as he continued to buck up into you at a relentless pace. Then a cruel smile crept onto his face. “I have an idea,” he said slowly, purposely drawing out his answer. You cried out restlessly, desperately trying to hold back your orgasm. “For every time she cums tonight, that’s how many times she has to make us cum until she can leave this room. Each.”

Dean hummed in your ear. “Creative, Sammy, I like it. What do you think, Y/N? You’ve heard your terms - if you agree to them, you can cum now.”

Whether you agreed or not was irrelevant - you couldn’t keep control any longer. You screamed as your body spasmed between the brothers, bucking and writhing at the pleasure.

You woke up in the morning groggy and with a pounding headache. Your wrists stung from rope burns, your nipples felt raw and your holes ached from the abuse of last night.

“Ah, she’s awake!” Dean’s voice came from behind you. You turned over in the bed to face him and saw him slouched in a chair next to you. He clasped his hands together and leaned forwards. “I was worried for a moment we’d need to find a new toy,” he said in mock-sympathy. “That you wouldn’t be able to hold up your end of last night’s bargain.”

It took you a moment to filter through the blurry memories and remember the agreement you’d made. As soon as you did, your eyes widened - you felt so rough, so raw, so completely spent. “H-how many times did I...” Your voice was so hoarse that you couldn’t finish your sentence.

“Five, sweetheart,” Dean said with a cold smile. “That’s five times you need to return the favour to both me and Sam. You’re not leaving this room until you’ve paid your dues.” His eyes flickered up and suddenly you felt the bed dip behind you and rough hands grab your waist. “And it looks like Sammy is ready to collect.”

Dean tags: @akshi8278, @maniacproffesor

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic #dean winchester #demon!dean #Sam Winchester #soulless!sam #demon!dean x reader x soulless!sam #a wild night

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ijustwant2write · 4 years

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Reverse Roles-Finn Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @amnakanna)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hiiiii! Could you please do a oneshot with Finn Shelby being slightly dom in bed? There’s not enough Finn content on this app (your last one was so great btw ❤️)’

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader, mentions of Shelby brothers

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, swearing, fluff

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"Finn, get off me, someone is going to see." I scolded as my boyfriend's hand traveled a bit too far up my thigh. We were sat in the Garrison, drinking with friends as we usually did on Fridays.

"It's fine, everyone's pissed." he pecked my cheek, but I could see that lustful look in his eyes.

"Well, it's not." I promptly moved his hand."And don't think you can try to seduce me."

He left it at that, though now his arm remained tightly wrapped around my shoulders, so that our bodies might as well be merging together. I knew what he wanted, I wasn't naive. But I was never one to fool around in public, well, not this public anyway. Our group was around a huge table (because of the Shelby amongst us, of course), but that didn't mean we wouldn't get caught. Besides, I wasn't in the mood just yet, and rejecting his advances made me all but too excited for the evening ahead.

I had been Finn's first (he hadn't counted the whore his brother got for him), he hadn't been mine. I had only been with one other boy before, a short but sweet relationship. Two young teens exploring these sudden urges their bodies had to one another. Because of this, I always found myself in charge, just how I like it; getting Finn riled up was the beginning of what would be a tiresome night.

"Finny boy, come on," Arthur appeared, slapping his hands onto Finn's shoulders, making him wince and protest,"you're coming with us."

The table slightly quietened, not wanting to seem like they were eavesdropping, but also not wanting to seem rude and speak over the Shelby's. Their voices were a low murmur, gazes averted.

"What? No, I'm not going anywhere."

"Fucks sake Finn. First you complain that we don't include you enough, now you're complaining that we're actually taking you places."

"You pick your times though, don't you?"

"Let's go Finn." Tommy simply stated behind Arthur, who swiftly moved out of the way.

Finn groaned.

"Don't worry, you can go with them." I reassured him.

"No, I don't want to."

"Finn-"

Tommy cleared his throat."Right, he's not coming Arthur. Let's go."

"Come on Finn." Arthur slightly pleaded, you could tell he wanted his baby brother beside him.

"No, I'm staying with (Y/N). You two have kept us apart enough."

He wasn't wrong. There were more times than I could count that our plans had been ruined by his brothers. It only seemed they wanted him running errands after he got in a relationship. I knew a majority of the time they actually needed him, but sometimes I could see a glint of humour hidden in their eyes, watching their youngest brother get angry was another joke to them.

"Right, suit yourself then."

They put on their signature caps as they left, the noise from our friends picking up again. Finn frowned, lips pouting as he watched them go. I squeezed his hand to grab his attention, smiling and hoping he would copy.

"They can't keep doing that." he snapped as he downed his drink.

"Let's not talk about it now. Come on, get that smile back your face, for me."

"You know what? I am going to leave, with you." Finn stated, taking my hand to pull me to my feet.

Letting out a yelp, I scrambled for my coat and handbag as Finn started to walk away from the table. My heels clattered clumsily behind him, protests doing nothing to stop him.

" Finn, Finn wait!" I demanded, causing him to finally slow down.

"We've got to keep moving."

"Why? Why are we almost running?"

"Cause if we don't get back to my place soon, I'll have no other choice than to take you right here in the middle of the street."

My breath caught in my throat, shocked by his words. Finn had never said anything like that before, and I couldn't believe the effect it had on me. Letting go of his hand, I practically ripped my heels off my feet, grabbing his hand again and running. We both laughed, at ourselves, at the funny looks people gave us; however, our minds didn't drift away from what we were running to. Finn rarely initiated sex, which I found quite cute, yet charming. After my first time, I realised how I liked it, in charge, it was how I had always been with Finn. Though maybe he was about to change my mind.

Both of us were out of breath as we ran up the stairs to his crummy flat, the only place his family never came to. He struggled with his keys, too eager to get inside. A sound of relief came from us as it finally opened. Almost falling into the hallway, we were eager to rid of our coats and other accessories, eyes meeting as the chaos suddenly dispersed. There we stood, gazing into each others eyes, my heart growing bigger and bigger for him with each passing second. Our minds must have been thinking the same thing, as we both lunged for each other.

We had been locked in a passionate kiss, struggling to detach from each other though wanting to get upstairs. Giggling as I broke away, I ran up the rest of the stairs, hearing his heavy footsteps after me. Quickly hiding behind the door, I jumped out as he ran inside the room, but he was able to take over, practically shoving me onto the bed, trapping me underneath him. He wasted no time getting between my legs, holding back no mercy as he began grinding against me, my hips bucking upwards instinctively.

“Finn,” I moaned between kisses,“whatever has got into you, I like it.”

He said nothing in response, only unbuttoning my dress. Hastily taking it off, I assisted Finn with his shirt, swiftly moving to his trousers. Heavy breathing filled the silence, moans ensuing once we had stripped down to nothing. Finn climbed on top of me, grabbing my knees and spreading them apart; I gasped at the forcefulness, instantly pulling him closer to me. We kissed for a few more minutes, hands wandering all over each other, and I went to flip us over, though found that I couldn’t.

“No, you’re not taking charge tonight.” Finn stated, pinning down my wrists beside my head.

“Finn, Finn, I need you to take me now.” I whined, writhing beneath him. I could feel him so near me, yet he wasn’t taking any action, frustrating me to no end.

“What did I just say about you being in control?”

I could only moan in protest, trying to free myself from his grip. Finn somehow held me down, he had never been able to do this for long before; however, part of me didn’t want to fight it, just let it happen and see what he was really going to do to me.

“Finn-OH!” I cried out as he thrust into me unexpectedly.

He stayed still for a few seconds, pulling out agonisingly slowly before going back in, this time building up a rhythm, though it still wasn’t quick enough for me. Every time I urged him to go quicker, Finn (being the little shit he is) would slow down on purpose, and the smirk he had on his face didn’t amuse me. He had finally let go of my hands, which had made their way to his back, scratching him unintentionally from the sensation he was causing inside me. We were both grunting, moaning, I could feel myself getting close before he pulled out again, flipping me onto my front. I squealed in delight, ready to prop myself up when he entered again, holding me down by the hips. I clung to the pillow, half of my face pushed into it as he relentlessly thrusted. I didn’t hold back my moaning (more like shouting) as waves of pleasure rippled through me, Finn’s noise level matching mine.

“(Y/N)...ugh.” Finn leaned over me, his chest against my back.

“Finn, please, harder, I’m so close.”

I screamed as I felt myself climax, legs shaking as he kept going. Finn came only a minute later, arms buckling, which made him gently collapse over me. His hot breath fanned over my ear, and I could feel his heart beating rapidly. Our breaths hitched as he pulled out of me, laying side by side now. Finn cuddled up to me, spooning from behind. I took his hand in mine, bringing it up to my mouth to kiss it.

“I love you.” Finn breathed out.

Turning around to face him, I pecked him on the lips.“I love you too. Finn, what came over you?”

“I don’t know. I like when you take control, believe me, but I’ve been wanting to change it up for a while now. Also, my brothers have been stressing me out, I guess this was one way to release it.”

“Well, I for one thoroughly enjoyed it.”

“Did you now?”

“Yes.” I pulled him in for a long kiss.“Please tell me you’ve got some more energy left in you.”

I giggled as he quickly straddled me.“Thought you’d never ask.”

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highordinal · 3 years

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When a Man Dies, It All but Fades to Black

“Give me the scythe.”

Kayn raised a brow as Jarvan stepped forward, the emperor’s arm extended outward. Although he didn’t feel threatened, he simply rolled his eyes; what a ludicrous request from the other. Now where had he heard this line before? Ah, yes, with Nakuri when his mind was clouded by Rhaast’s false promises. With the Syndicate that were lured in by the entity’s calls.

He had heard this all before but for someone so pure of heart, someone who cared not for the domination of the galaxy, someone like Jarvan, to demand this wretched steel from him… He must admit, he was taken aback. It was concerning and it left the Ordinal a little miffed. Had Rhaast been gossiping behind his back? Fraternizing with those around him and feeding them lies? It was impossible, with how loud and brash the dark star was, Kayn would have heard it.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, your majesty.” The Ordinal finally stated with a slight upturn of his lips; his voice shrouded in its usual sarcastic tone.

Rhaast screamed in the back of his mind, threatening him with a fate worse than death if he relinquished him to the emperor. Ah, so the demon wasn’t playing his usual tricks then? So then why was Jarvan so intent on obtaining the scythe? So many possibilities to ponder, but not enough time to narrow down any suspicions. As much as he respected his emperor, there was no way his naïve mind would have picked up on his little escapades throughout the galaxy. His tracks were covered flawlessly, those who dared to spill his secret were dealt with swiftly. He had put precautionary measures in place after every step he took, always making sure he had an alibi or a plan B.

“Kayn.” Jarvan’s tone became darker. “I will not ask again. Give me the scythe.”

Hm? Oh, right, his emperor was demanding something from him. With a dramatic sigh the Ordinal placed his hands on his hips, glancing off to the side. “As much as I would love to indulge your request, my emperor, I’m afraid I simply cannot deliver.”

The brunette’s frown deepened, azure eyes narrowing at his subordinates' defiance. He huffed before taking his polearm and slamming its end onto the metallic floors. A loud clang resonated through the room, afterwards the doors to the chamber were pushed open and a line of soldiers streamed in, cutting off any means of escape. After them a familiar, colorful crew stepped into the chamber, causing a momentary look of shock across the soldier's features.

A smile spread onto the Ordinal’s face, a curt laugh he couldn’t control passing his lips as he turned to look over his shoulder. “You called my own men on me?” He acknowledged in disbelief, golden irises trailing back towards the royal. “And you even sought aid from Demaxia’s wanted fugitives?”

“You left me with little choice.” Jarvan answered, earning a scoff from his friend. “This hurts me more than you would know, Shieda-”

“Oh?” The soldier cut in, turning to gaze at each of his men, “You call me in here under the false pretenses of friendship, demand I hand over my weapons, and then you cage me like a deranged beast using my own soldiers? Oh Jarvan,” He sounded amused, “You truly know how to break a man’s heart.”

“Enough!” The emperor shouted. “You have abused my trust for years, and it all started with that damned scythe. If you do not wish to lose your station, and by extension your reputation, you will hand over that weapon.”

“Reputation.” Shieda echoed, “As if something like that matters to me anymore. I’ve sacrificed everything I’ve worked toward to keep this weapon out of the hands of those that would use it for evil, and frankly I think I’m doing a rather swell job-”

“You think killing innocent people and harvesting their Ora is a swell job!?” Jarvan finally snapped, taking several steps forward. “You have done nothing but commit heinous deeds behind my back, hiding behind the excuse that it was in the name of the royal family! I never permitted such deeds and yet- yet you hid behind my name and tarnished Demaxia’s image!”

The Ordinal twitched, anger swelling in his chest. “Nothing? You say I’ve done nothing? While you sat there looking all pretty on your golden throne I was the only one scouring the galaxy doing your bidding! I conquered for you, negotiated for you, killed for you, and you say I’ve done nothing!?” His throat was hoarse with raw emotion, his shouts straining his vocal cords as he seethed in anger. “That blood is on my hands, not yours.”

“No.” Jarvan hissed through clenched teeth, “You wanted domination. I wanted peace. I’ve had enough of this- guards! Reprimand Ordinal Kayn and strip him of his weapons.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you, boys. You know full well what I am capable of.” He laughed wickedly as they stalked towards him, “You’re no match for the one who trained you.”

Kayn watched as they continued to advance forward, their weapons drawn, beginning to circle him as if he were an animal. And perhaps they were right. A primal urge to kill awakened within, one hand reaching up to draw the scythe sitting snugly against his back. Rhaast hungered for rendered flesh, something the ordinal was all too willing to provide.

“Oh, Rhaast.” He sang sweetly, “It’s time to play.”

“Yeeeess…”

A low rumbling shook the room; frantic eyes darting around the space in confusion and fear. Jarvan yelled over the commotion and readied his weapon, quickly closing the gap between himself and the Ordinal. There was no use in hiding Rhaast’s sentience now, and so he decided to embrace it.

Hearing the clanking of armor behind him, Kayn dropped low just in time to dodge the emperor's spear. He deftly kicked the royal’s feet from under him, watching as the bigger man stumbled to the floor, barely able to catch himself. As the soldiers began closing in all around, the Ordinal jumped back to his feet and raised Rhaast, swinging the neon blade in a wide arc. Those who blocked the attack were pushed back, those who didn’t had a nice new gash across their chest.

It was at this time that he noticed the crew of the Morningstar begin to act, Captain Yasuo unsheathing his blade, the crazy girl pulling out a plethora of guns. He sneered at them before turning his attention back to the fight.

One by one they got up and charged him again, only to be knocked back down into pools of their own blood. A few of them managed to get a few lucky hits in on the Ordinal, but those were nothing but minor scratches that healed up instantaneously due to the Ora running through his veins. He ducked under steel, weaving his way through the men with a grace so deadly they dropped like flies.

As he regained his footing he felt a presence appear beside him, a white blur rushing past. Thinned steel was brought down upon him, giving him mere seconds to react. After dodging the slash, flittering gold locked with the Captain’s hazel irises.

“Lookin’ a little tired there, Ordinal. Might wanna throw in the towel before it's too late.”

Annoyance bubbled within the Ordinal and the Captain smirked, unleashing a flurry of blows before Shieda could put some distance between them. He managed to deflect most of the attacks, however, a well placed strike caught him off guard and he staggered back.

“RAAAAH!”

Kayn’s head shot towards the thundering stomps as Malphite dashed toward him. He cursed under his breath, diving out of the alien’s path. Before he could recover the barrel of a gun was shoved in his face. Looking up he saw the crazy girl tightening her grip around the pistol, an apologetic looking grin on her face as she pulled the trigger.

The Ordinal swiftly evaded the shot, shooting his hand up to grab her wrist. With a tug and a twist she grunted in pain, the gun falling from her fingers. Using his weight he yanked her down, jumping up and spinning around to drive the butt of the scythe hard between her shoulder blades.

“Oh just kill her already!”

Kayn raised Rhaast and readied to strike the ginger and end her pathetic existence.

Seeing his crewmate’s peril, Yasuo maneuvered himself toward the Ordinal and set forth a wall of cyan energy, forcing the man to back off. Kayn ended up being pushed back into a precarious position, yet again surrounded on all sides. He was feeling sluggish, exhaustion starting to lock his limbs into place. He panted heavily, blood and Ora spattered across his uniform. His hair had been cut loose and hung disheveled over his face.

He waited until the foot soldiers pounced before emitting an animalistic snarl and hoisted Rhaast, heavy in his hands, up and tore through his former compatriots. Rhaast reveled in the bloodshed, and for a time Kayn did too, that is, until he saw the faces of his more recognizable men staring in disbelief as their own Ordinal raised his hand against them.

He shook his head, he shouldn’t be thinking of this now, they decided to get in his way so they are to face the consequences. And yet his memories of his time with these soldiers flooded his mind. Images of his senior disciples goofing around during training, taunting their master as they sparred, enjoying the merriment of bonded brothers.

The thought made him hesitate.

Rhaast noticed immediately, “What are you doing, fool!?”

But it was too late, Kayn felt a ripping sensation in his side as Jarvan drove his spear into his flesh. The Ordinal shrieked in pain, twisting partly around and jamming the butt of the scythe against the other’s clavicle. A delightful crunch emitted after it impacted the royal’s body, yet the other stood firm, instead gritting his teeth and leaning all his weight on the Ordinal, driving the spear further in.

“N-No!” He gasped, the searing throb caused one of Kayn’s arms to lose its grip on Rhaast, the weapon clanging against the tile as his now emptied hand came up to try and push Jarvan's off.

Captain Yasuo had strode forward and plunged his blade through the Ordinal’s thigh, rooting him in place, another soldier piercing his other calf. Golden speckled sanguine spilled from his mouth as he watched the soldiers take advantage of this moment of vulnerability. One sprinted forward and slammed his boot against Kayn’s hand, breaking some fingers and knocking Rhaast completely to the floor before they all forced him onto his knees. The others surrounded him, guns aimed directly at his head.

The dark star howled in fury, reverberating on the cold tile as Malphite callously swatted him away from the Ordinal's reach.

Kayn thrashed around as much as he could but the steel only cut further into his skin, drawing more blood which drained his energy further. He was starting to become lightheaded, his breathing becoming ragged and labored, lungs struggling for purchase from the pain.

“Let me go! I’m not done- I’m not-” Fear overtook him as he continued to strain against the emperor's hold, Ora streaming from his eyes and down his cheeks.

“Shieda.” Jarvan pleaded against his ear, “It’s over. It can’t control you anymore-”

“Unhand me! Only I can handle the power that thing wields-!” Kayn protested, his voice shaky as he choked back reddened sobs.

“That thing has killed many of our own and has brainwashed you!”

“No!” Kayn screeched, “With the voice of Ora we can become unstoppable! Finally the Empire will have the strength to carry out what it’s always dreamed of-”

“Listen to yourself Shieda!” Jarvan cut him off, desperation evident in his tone, “It has blinded you with delusions of grandeur- the Empire doesn't need that power, you don’t need that power.”

The emperor freed one of his arms and slowly wrapped it around his old friend, pulling Kayn’s back flush against his chest. “Please… It’s over…”

When a man dies, it all but fades to black. But when someone like him succumbs to fate, why does he see gold? It’s dull, unimpressive and looks worthless, but it’s gold none the less. The excess Ora pulsating through his veins- he watches as it trickles down his skin from open wounds. All that hard work was wasting away, all those souls he’d collected scattering back to the earth. Rhaast had even gone quiet, stewing in his own frustration for having entrusted his life to such a feeble mortal.

“Why did you stop me?” He asks, voice low and raspy. He began to shake, the Ora withdrawing from his system so quickly he body couldn’t keep up. He leaned his head back against Jarvan’s shoulder, lolling his head slightly to look into his eyes. His injuries were numb, head dizzy and vision unfocused. “I finally had the strength to give you everything.”

“Shieda…” The royal’s face twisted in pain, “The day you became Ordinal and stood at my side- that was when I realized I did not need anything more.”

Kayn’s body went slack at his words. The soldiers backed off and watched as their emperor cradled their Ordinal in his arms, slowly removing the spear protruding through his flesh.

“You will live, Shieda,” Jarvan demanded, “We will destroy that scythe and you will live. We will make the Empire prosper through our own means, not that of monsters.”

Live. Prosper. No, not any longer. He had thrown all that away in the pursuit of power, and now he lays incapacitated before his men who have lost all respect for him. Everything he had worked for, his station, his pride, gone in the blink of an eye. It was a risk he took and it backfired. Surely Rhaast blamed him for being unable to fulfill his side of the deal, and surely his emperor held some resentment for his actions. His plans were put to a stop before they ever truly began- how humiliating.

“Live.” The word tasted bitter on his tongue, “And what could I possibly live for now?” His words were hollow, devoid of fire.

Jarvan stayed silent for a moment, hands pressing hard against the gaping wounds in the other’s side. “We will find a reason together, but for now, live for me.”

All the Ordinal could do was scoff before his vision became spotty and he was forced to shut his eyes. The sounds of shuffling feet filled the room as soldiers filtered in and out, medics being called and special units moving to carefully collect the cosmic weapon. At some point he was removed from the emperor's warmth and onto a stretcher, but his body shut down before he could comprehend any more.

His vision faded to black, but it was not the reaper he saw on the other end. No, He was still so stubbornly alive, denied the sweet release of death and forced to live among his sins. He didn’t want that, and yet when an angel bathed in light extended their hand towards him, he foolishly took it.

When their hands touched, his eyes fluttered open and he was greeted by a blindingly white room. He felt a hand clasped over his own, a welcomed warmth contrasting heavily from the plethora of frigid needles piercing his skin, syphoning out the extra Ora in his body.

A muffled voice spoke beside him, although he was unsure if it was addressing him or not. Blurry shapes passed his view, coming closer for a moment before disappearing again. As his eyes adjusted to the light, a figure came into his line of sight, Jarvan, who sat loyally at his bedside with a gentle smile.

“Shieda.” The other said his name so sweetly, so full of relief that his heart throbbed, “Good morning.”

The Ordinal exhaled slowly, careful not to aggravate any of his wounds and reached a bandaged hand up before resting it against Jarvan’s cheek. No more words were said, just tired eyes coming to a silent understanding. He might never be granted the title of Ordinal ever again, but knowing Jarvan's generosity he still may be permitted to advise on the sidelines. Even so, he wouldn’t be permitted to do that so soon.

It would take time to heal, and probably months of therapy and reflection, but it would happen. Slowly but surely it would happen, and as his emperor demanded, he would live. No matter how much he struggled and protested, he would live.

#drabble #tw: blood #tw: fighting #can you imagine not posting for 2 years #and then getting the inspiration to finish a draft #this isnt a comeback or anything i still barely have time for this anymore #i just wanted to write this and share it

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talpup · 3 years

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I just found read your crossroads fic over on Ao3, and damn sweetheart, I am in LOVE with this classy mob styled version of Overhaul you have going on. The smut in that last chapter was abso-fucking-lutely to die for! But I really need to know something about his character in this story. He was obviously a virgin, but r there any specific kinks he’s been thinking about or planning on trying with her?

*blush* THANK YOU!!! You can blame my good friend and favorite Kai fanfic author @inorganicone2230 They’re the one that spurred me into having the idea for this fic and then (like they’ve done with all my bnha fics) encouraged me to write it and brainstormed with me.

Yes, Kai was a virgin. Though his skill level might test some folks suspension of disbelief (something I try not to do too much in my fics, even though I write mostly fantasy).

Kai’s kinks in this fic might be fairly tame by our standards. But it is a 1920′s era au fic. Don’t really know if they’re kinks; but Kai would love to spank Maya then bend her over his desk and…

...so I don’t know if you saw my post. But I decided to do a short smutty scenario thanks/inspired by this ask. So here you go. Sorry it’s so short. Between having my ‘poison juice’ (aka infusion) last Friday and unexpected visitors yesterday and the day before I’ve been kinda wiped.

FYI this little scene would take place after things settled a bit from the last and (eventual) upcoming chapter.

WARNINGS: spanking, non-con, creampie, cockwarming; Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of sex, violence, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Promised Pleasure

Removing his dust mask as Maya entered his office, Kai frowned at her attire. “That’s not what I told you to wear today.”

Maya’s shoulders tensed. She foolishly hadn’t expected her choice of clothes to be an issue. She should've known better. Still, her pride wouldn’t let her apologize. And she knew Kai would sniff out any lie.

Deciding a gently put truth was best, she stepped further in his office. “I felt like wearing this.”

Kai’s golden eyes narrowed. She was testing boundaries again. And her testing was trying his temper. “Close the door please, my Dear.”

Despite the politeness of the ask, a shiver ran up Maya’s spine. Mouth suddenly dry, she turned and closed the door with a shaky hand.

“Lock it.” Kai ordered, voice taking on a twinge of sharpness. He had called her in here hoping for a nice diversion. But with his beautiful girl acting so spiteful he would have to resign himself to giving her a lesson.

Maya’s hand paused on the door. The hair on the back of her neck prickled.

“Maya. Lock the door, Darling. You know how I dislike repeating myself.”

The slow scrape of the lock setting in place deafened Maya to everything but her ragged breathing and thundering heart. She didn’t hear Kai’s next words. So when she turned back around, it was to find him looking more annoyed then ever.

Smothering her nerves, Maya met Kai’s piercing gaze head on. “I’m sorry. Did you say something?”

Unlacing his fingers, Kai sat back. “I told you to come here. This is the second time I’ve had to repeat myself. I won’t do so again.”

Maya shuffled hesitantly toward Kai’s desk.

Kai pushed back and slightly turned the chair he was sitting in. “This side. Come around near me.”

She moved around the desk, stopping a couple paces from his spread legs. Skin prickling under the caress of his roving gaze, her breath caught glimpsing the bulge in his pants.

At least Kai always brought her pleasure. Unlike the disgusting landlord who had used her and left without care or glance after. Kai always made her feel special. Beautiful. Loved. In those moments of heated bliss she lost herself and forgot she was doing this solely for justice for her brother. Basking in Kai’s twisted affection and the delightful pleasure he gave she’d start to believe she truly cared for him in return. That they could make something of this. Possibly enter a real relationship that wouldn’t end when he did as he promised and saw those who killed her brother put down.

Maya stared at the tailored suit jacket hanging over the back of Kai’s chair. Anything to avoid seeing the twitching cock in his pants.

“Why don’t you serve me some water and unbutton my vest for me, Sweetheart.”

It wasn’t a question, or even a suggestion. Maya knew well enough it was an order. But with Kai’s honeyed tone and adoring gaze it was easy to trick her mind into believing there would be no consequences for disobedience.

Turning over a heavy tumbler that sat on a silver tray at the end of his desk, she took up the crystal carafe and poured. Setting the glass in front of him, her fidgeting hands fell to her side, smoothing her skirt.

Her delay in following his second commend had Kai rising to his feet. Maya stepped back even as she hurriedly reached for his vest, seeking to rectify the offense. Kai grabbed her wrist before she touched him.

Maya grimaced at the too tight grip. “I’m sorry. I--”

Kai pulled her roughly against him. Maya stumbled, heels catching on the plush area rug. She fell against his chest. His expensive cologne assaulted her nose. She loved the smell but hated smelling it as she only got a whiff when Kai had her in his space.

Suddenly gentle, Kai’s strong arms steadied her. “Careful, Sweetheart. We don’t want you hurting yourself.” He caressed her cheek, brushing the hair out of her face with a tenderness that didn’t match the blazing fire in his amber eyes.

Maya held perfectly still, struggling not to flinch. The way Kai flipped from loving and sweet to caustic and hurtful on a penny dime was what frightened her most about him.

Smiling, Kai’s head dipped. “You’re so beautiful, Darling. So soft and beautiful.”

His tender lips graced hers in a chaste kiss. Maya’s lashes fluttered closed accepting the kiss, thinking she had escaped his anger. Her body jerked at a sudden tug. The sound of something ripping rang out in the room. A sudden cold strike of air hit her front torso pebbling her nipples.

Maya’s eyes shot open with a gasping cry. Kai had rent her blouse and camisole open.

“If you refuse to wear what I tell you to. Maybe you should be left with nothing to wear at all.”

“Kai… I’m--”

Kai cupped her cheek. “I don’t want to hear it, Sweetheart. You apologize and apologize but keep on going astray from the clear, defined rules I’ve set. My love for you has seen me be more than patient. But I’m afraid my patience has come to an end.”

Maya stumbled again, her world spinning as she was quickly turned and shoved down against the desk. The glass of water she served slid off the surface and fell to the floor. It’s crash accentuated Maya’s surprised cry. Mind reeling, she didn’t feel the splash of water soak her hose.

“Ka—ah!” She broke off with a scream, senses assaulted by the sound of her tearing skirt. The cold hard desk against her breast and torso and Kai’s painful grip on the back of her neck. Her nose burned, eyes watering from the lingering smell cleaner that clung to the polished surface.

Hand still holding her down, Kai dropped her ruined skirt. His freed hand slid over the silky slip she worn. So soft, he mused. But not anywhere as soft as the flesh beneath. That covering was pulled down along with her panties.

“Kai! What are you--” Maya broke off with another shouted cry.

The crack of his hand hitting her ass echoed about the room. Maya’s back arched at the blooming fire but was roughly pushed back down against the desk.

“Stay, my Love. You wouldn’t want to upset me further and earn yourself another lesson after this.”

Wiping tears from her eyes, Maya tried to look back at him. For a moment she swore she saw a horrid bird-like beast in place of her handsome tormentor. But the monstrous vision was gone quicker than she could blink.

“Le—le—lesson?” She stammered.

“For continually testing your bounds.” Kai leaned forward, low rasp tickling her ear. “I’m afraid this will hurt, my Dear. But know, that it will hurt me to do it more than it’ll hurt you.”

Ass still stinging from the first spank Maya doubted that. By the third strike she was certain Kai enjoyed it and was glad for the chance to discipline her supposed disobedience. Confirmation of his delight came when he paused after the fourth hit and ran a hand over her blazing butt-cheeks.

Kai’s fingers traced the red marks, trailing over the rising welts. He loved Maya’s perfect, soft skin. But there was a possessive pride in seeing her flesh temporarily marred by the work of his hand. It sparked something primal in him, turning his tender caress into a rough, digging grope. She was beautiful, his beloved. A perfect little darling that would fit so well beside him in the new wholesome world he was working to usher in. Or at least she would be once she learned to listen and obey without hesitance or question.

No one but him could touch her. Certainly no one else was allowed to see her in such a weakened and debauched state. Kai growled at the thought, fingers digging into the meat of her ass. He would gouge the persons eyes out. Cut out their tongue, and break their knees and fingers. Then grant them a slow, painful death for having seen his darling like this. Because this… His other hand loosened and trailed down her neck, slinking around her side to cup her breast, reveling in the weight as she lifted a bit thinking they were done. ...this was for him, and him alone. His throbbing dick ground against her raw ass.

Maya’s lips pressed together between clenched teeth, biting back a cry at the burning pain. Halfway into righting herself her back bumped Kai’s chest.

Weight rested on his hand planted to her side on the desk, Kai’s chin hooked over her shoulder. “Think you’ve learned your lesson, Beautiful?”

Breast heaving with a shuddering breath, Maya nodded.

“Doesn’t appear so. You know how I prefer worded responses.”

“Yes!” Maya expelled. “Yes. I’ve learned my lesson. Please, Kai. I’m sorry. So very sorry. It won’t ever happen again.”

Kai’s knuckles glided down her back. Other hand gripping her hip he pulled her blistered ass against his leaking erection. “Why don’t we test that? Bend over, Sweetheart.” Annoyed as he was by her hesitance, he smiled lightly. “Either you haven’t learned your lesson. Or liked it so much you want another.”

Before Maya could respond she was pushed and held down on the desk. Her eyes shot wide at the resounding spank. Fresh tears sprang from her eyes as they squeezed shut at the sharp boiling pain. “Kai! Please! I’m--”

Another hit landed. Then another.

Kai stopped after the tenth. Staring down at her trembling frame he had a moments regret. He should have made her count. Next time, he told himself.

He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his vest. Amber eyes skimmed over his handy work. Just when he thought she couldn’t be more beautiful… Even her mix of drool and tears puddled on the desk were lovely.

Lost in the consuming tumble of dull thudding pain accentuated by sharp stinging bursts, Maya didn’t hear the jangle of Kai’s belt being undone. She jolted at his hand slipping between her legs. Whimpering as his prodding fingers dragging through her folds.

Kai frowned at the minimal moisture. Usually Maya got so wet for him. It wounded and upset him. But before those emotions could take root his eyes drifted back to the pool of saliva on his desk. His heart lightened. Even with her punishment his darling had thought of him and his needs. Proving she loved him as much as he loved her.

He leaned over her and kissed her tear-stained cheek. “Thank you, my Dear. You’re so sweet and good for me.”

Maya’s lashes fluttered. She watched Kai’s hand trail through her drool, gathering it.

Bringing his wet hand to his freed length, Kai slathered her saliva over his shaft. He grimaced, skin prickling with the beginnings of a inch. But soothed himself that was Maya. She was clean. Worthy. His.

It’s like indirect oral, he thought with a steadying breath. The prickling itch diminished then fully disappeared as he focused on Maya, pumping his fist to fully wet his cock.

Lining up his cock he leaned back over her and kissed her shoulder. “You’ve had you’re punishment, Darling. And you took it so well. Now, let me remind you of my love and the pleasure I can give.”

Maya’s shining eyes flicked to Kai’s. Her brow furrowed. Was it the light? Or was there a dim otherworldly glow in those honeyed depths? The image of the demon Dabi’s bright burning eyes flashed through her mind. But it vanished in an instant from the breach of Kai’s fat cock head. She would've cried out at the burning stretch if her breath hadn’t seized in her lungs.

Kai hissed at the pull of his sensitive skin. Maya’s drool helped. But it didn’t provide the smooth silky glide her delicious arousal did. Wanting the discomfort over with he snapped his hips flush against her, driving his length in her tight hole.

Fully sheathed, Kai slowly exhaled. His eyes closed, head rolling back. Taking a moment to simply feel, he basked in her velvety embrace. This would never get old. Slipping his aching cock into Maya’s perfect, tight pussy. Feeling her walls stretch to make room for him then flutter as they adjusted to his penetrating presence was something that consumed his thoughts; just like everything else about her.

Maya mewled the most pitiful whine beneath him and Kai lost it. His darling was just so sweet. So beautiful. So helpless.

His hips pulled back and slammed right back against her.

If asked, Maya wouldn’t have been able to say if her scream was from the hard thrust or Kai’s pelvis pounding into her blazing red backside.

Her back arched, lifting her off the desk.

One hand gripping her hip, Kai’s other hand grabbed the back of Maya’s neck and shoved her back down. Never once did his ramming thrusts stop.

The once dulling pain of Maya’s welted ass sharpened again. Fresh tears seeped from her eyes. Kai had lied. He had said she had her punishment. The pain was suppose to be over. But every thrust was just another spank. Until…

Kai’s feet shifted. Angling his hips he hit that spot in her that had her seeing stars.

Pleasure mixed with the pain. The rough scrape of his trousers zipper didn’t hurt as badly. Even the occasional jab of his belts buckle didn’t make her want to crawl up and die.

Kai almost reached around to finger her clit. But an idea struck him. It was scandalous. But so was fucking his darling over his desk. He groaned, cock twitching at the thought. His pace sped seeking his own release without a care for hers.

Maya rocked against the desk. Her hips started to push back against him despite the blazing pain to her ass. A different kind of heat pooled in her belly. But just as the coil started to tighten another warmth filled her.

Kai thrust deep inside Maya, cock coming alive. He grunted, pushing his hips firmly against her, driving her against the desk, seeking to get even deeper as hot ropes of cum spit from his pulsing cock.

Building orgasm lost, Maya deflated atop the desk. Her nails clawed at the polished surface, hands balling into weak fists. Though grateful it was over, she couldn’t help but be bit bitter about Kai’s second lie. ‘...let me remind you of my love and the pleasure I can give.’ Yes, she had felt some pleasure. But she hadn’t gotten her full pleasure.

She waited for Kai to pull out. When he didn’t she looked back at him.

Kai greeted her with a smug smile. “You didn’t cum. Did you?”

Maya’s mouth fell open.

Before she could respond, her torso was pulled up off the desk. Heated as his skin was through his button-up shirt, Maya shivered the instant her back touched his chest.

Kai’s arms wrapped around her. He held her firmly against him, keeping his cock snugly inside her. His lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Did you think I forgot about my promise, Sweetheart? I said I was going to remind you of the pleasure I can give.”

Keeping her glued against him, Kai retook his seat. Head a whirl of confusion, Maya barely grimaced at the discomfort of his softening cock shifting inside her. The heated pain of her abused butt numbed by her racing mind trying to figure out what Kai was doing.

Soon enough she got her answer and wished she never had.

“I’m a man of man word, my Love. What do you say you keep me warm while I do some work? Then I can give you that promised pleasure.”

After this, Kai might develop a breeding kink to go with spanking, rough office sex, and cokwarming.

Comments and reblogs are always appreciated.

Thank you all for being so patient with me and the posting of this fic. Special thanks to Anon for the ask and inspiring this one shot. And as always, an extra special thank you to @inorganicone2230 for being the best fellow writer friend (and friend in general) and encouraging and brainstorming with me. I mean it when I say I would’ve given up posting long ago if it wasn’t for your support.

#kai chisaki #yandere kai #bnha #1920s #one shots #crossroads #Anonymous Ask #asks #inspired by anon ask

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jaxxandcomet · 4 years

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JJ x Reader the shark

requested : nah ( please request )

trigger warning : blood, blood, blood, pain, more blood, slight sexual intentions, shark bites/wounds, just more blood

summary : a cut on your thigh is one thing, but when blood starts to stain the oceans water, jj and the pogues know its another

word count : 2050 or something like that

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Of course, swimming and surfing were your two favorite things to do, especially with your boyfriend, JJ, and the Pogues. And this day, it was the best day to go swimming.

This was normally the perfect day. Getting into your car, you felt something snag the skin on your thigh and saw a tiny trickle of blood coming from a small cut. Shrugging it off, and wiping up the blood already on your leg with a tissue, you turned on your vehicle and made your way towards John B’s.

His house was where you spent most of your time, in fact, nearly all of it. With your parents out on business all the time, you were basically out to fend for yourself. JJ had realized this and told John B, who said you could stay over any time.

Pulling into the Chateau you turn off the engine of your car and hop out. You have on a crop top with frilled small straps at the top and an ivory color, and light blue canvas shorts that go to about six inches above your knee. You hear talking as you make your way into John B’s screen porch. It smells of beer, weed, mint and for some reason, blood. You look down at your thigh again and see the blood is gushing out, and now as you look at it, the pain comes clawing back.

“Who’s here?” Pope says and you turn your head to the door, just as your sitting down, reaching for a tissue box.

“Just Y/N, sorry I didn’t tell you I was here. Where is everyone?” You ask, digging around in the box for a tissue and find the very last one hiding in the corner.

“JJ, John B, and me. What happened to your leg?” Pope asks and calls for JJ to come out.

“Shit,” you breath, grasping the tissue and pulling it out as blood stains your white socks.

JJ comes outside just as you are about to put the tissue on the cut, his bright blue eyes scrunch as he beams at you. He’s wearing a light navy blue cotton tee shirt, and, of course, board shorts. Sandy blonde hair flies around his head.

“Hey chief,” he says, calling you his pet nickname. You smile faintly as the tissue begins to get soaked. Your hair billows down around your face to concentrate on the cut.

“Hey captain. Are there any more tissues out here?” Pressing the tissue down harder, the blood seeps into it, staining your fingers red.

“I’ll go look.” Pope says, turning around so quick his dark red beach button down tee shirt billows.

“Thanks Pope,” you yell at him, but he’s gone, and JJ bends down next to you, examining the cut.

“Fuck, what happened? Doesn’t look too good,” he observes and you let out a laugh. His eyes glance up at you and you feel queasy from how good he looks. His smile is enough to melt you.

Pope returns and tosses JJ the tissue as you drop the now soaked and fully red one into the trash can, next to the table with a few empty beer bottles.

“When I stepped into the car on the way here I scraped it against something. I don’t know what, but fuck, it hurts now.” You say as JJ grabs a tissue and starts to press gently on the cut, Pope looks excited, and you remember how he loves blood and guts from his forensic science obsession. If you ever got like, a real, big wound, Pope would probably drool.

“Hey guys.” John B says as he walks out of the door, tipping his head to glance at what JJ was doing on the floor, and then finally understanding. “Fuck Y/N, what happened?” You retold the story to John B, and then again to Ki as she arrived.

JJ had stopped the bleeding for now and applied a band aid to the cut, as you all grabbed your things and headed towards the HMS Pogue. Its a the ramshackle boat that John B inherited from his father, Big John, just after he disappeared at sea.

Getting onto the boat, you almost slip and fall, but JJ grabs your arm and pulls you upright.

“I think you clumsy because of the loss of blood from that cut,” you give JJ a laugh as Pope corrects him. His eyes are wide and his pupils big as he holds your hand.

“Actually, you have to loss-” he starts but John B covers his mouth to stop him.

“I knew that.” JJ says, trying to hide his mistake. Its funny when he does that.

A few minutes later, your sitting on the side of the boat as Pope sits steering. Your sandy haired boyfriend smiles, rubbing your back in soothing figure eights. His touch always make you feel happy, and now as you move to lay with your head in his lap, today could be heaven.

Sea smelling wind rushes your senses, and your hair billows around you. You tell JJ about the shape of the clouds as you travel through the marsh. He keeps smiling at you, his eyes wide with delight as he rubs figure eights all over your back. Someone hands him and joint and he starts to smoke it, before giving you a go. Today, for the first time, you don’t cough. He looks proud.

Pope stops the boat just outside of the marsh, and you strip out of your crop top and shorts. You feel someone looking at you, and see JJ staring. Your face turns red as he cheekily grins, his sharp teeth looking almost bared at you. You come over to him and help his shirt off, and cringe when you notice the still healing bruise on his ribcage.

“Don’t worry chief, its the same one from last week.” He says, noticing your worry. Fathers still should never be able to hit their children, or mothers, or brothers, or boyfriends or sisters or girlfriends.You reach up and kiss him before John B playfully slaps your arm.

“No pogue on pogue macking.” He jokes and you grin.

“I call first jump!” You yell, shifting around to fall off the boat before anyone else. You always love the feeling of bubbles surrounding you as your friends jump in. Something you’ve only ever told the sandy haired boy about.

You dive into the water gracefully, kicking your legs to the top and to where the water gets lighter colored. Its always calm under there for you.

Then, just as you reach the top, pain erupts from your thigh, and you see the blood quickly soaking into the water. Its the worst feeling you’ve ever gotten. Like daggers stabbing at you all over the top of your right leg. Like a million bee stings in every square inch.

A scream erupts from your mouth, followed by another and then a flurry of swear words. The pain is getting worse and it doubles as whatever caused you to feel it strikes again. You sink under and then again, the pain worsens by a million fold.

You try and paddle to the water, and then see a flurry of bubbles as someone tugs you up. The pain in your thigh is streaking white in your vision, making it hard to think, or even breath. Salt water stings the already hell like pain and you scream again.

It takes you more then a few seconds to see that its JJ hauling you back onto the HMS as Pope grabs you and lays you down on the bottom.

“Oh fucking shit. Shit. Shit,” JJ looks worried as the pain worsens and you grimace. Finally risking a glance down at your thigh. Another scream erupts from your mouth at you see the blood is already covering the floor of the HMS, and deep, sharp teeth and rip marks surround your thigh. Your sure that whatever happened caused the bone to be showing.

Kie almost faints and Pope lets a tear shake from his eye and John B stomps and bends down.

“What the fuck happened?” JJ asks as you begin to feel light headed.

“No time!” Pope declared and grabs a basket of towels and quickly starts pressing on the wound.

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” JJ says, bending down as you start to shake. Your laying in your own blood.

“Someone please grab the medical kit.” Pope says as the first towel gets soaked through, he grabs another quickly and John B rushes to find it. Pain is seering through your body, and your head and neck begins to pound.

JJ grabs your hand and sits down, “your going to be okay chief. Your going to be okay. I promise. I love you chief. Your going to be okay Y/N.” You try to nod as fatigue hits your body, but JJ gets closer to your face.

“Don’t fall asleep now chief. Look at me. Don’t fucking fall asleep. Look at my eyes.” JJ says as you see John B rush to your side, and Pope grabs the bottle of rubbing alcohol. He unscrews the lid but its never been used before, and the small plastic thing on the top is still there. It takes him a few long moments to pull off the wrapping, and in that time, the pain triples.

“Hurry the fuck up Pope. She’s loosing conciseness.” JJ yells and you flinch.

“I’m trying JJ.” Kie grabs the bottle and pulls it off with shaking hands before handing it back down to JJ.

“Put something in her mouth. Its going to hurt a lot.” Pope said, and you feel yourself start to tremble.

“3,2,1,” Pope says and you feel the pain in a heartbeat. Its a seering, hard, whipping pain. Hundreds of millions of bee stings in every single square inch and two thousand knife stabs everywhere. All at the same time.

You bite down hard and JJ squeezes your hand. A few seconds later, they flip you over to get the back of your leg as well. The pain worsens as Pope and Kie start to press down to try and stop the bleeding.

“What a fucking murder scene chief.” JJ said.

∞

A few days later, you lay on JJ’s bed, head lolled back as Pope redoes the bandages. Its been hard to speak because of the pain, and after the doctors stitched you up at the hospital, you’ve mostly been in JJ’s room, with him next to you as you cry silent tears.

Today though, everyone sits around you. JJ sitting upright next to you, John B at the end of the bed, and Ki on the swivel chair. They all watch in group horror as you sob when Pope unwraps the bandage. Its already bled through. JJ leans down and kisses you, his face full of worry. A few minutes later, and a few kisses later, your in new bandages and the gang sits around you, Pope settling in on your left side.

“So what happened?” Most of the group already had an idea because of what the doctor had said, but you’d been falling in and out of conciseness for the past couple of days and completely at the hospital. JJ was the one who asked this time.

“I think it was a shark. Got a smell or taste or something of the cut on my thigh and bite me three times.”

“Shit.” Your boyfriend said.

“I’m so sorry,” Kie said, rubbing your foot supportively. JJ kissed a tear away.

“Its the worst thing I’ve ever felt.” You say, understating it. Its hard to understand pain when you’re not feeling it.

“With you guys here, I feel better,” you say and Kie comes over to hug you, followed by John B, JJ, and Pope. Your friends.

∞

okay shit. that actually is okay? i’m maybe thinking of redoing the ones i just wrought before because they were ughhhh. any who, here is goes. i have a thing for being a bit dramatic and i like when people get worried about characters, any who

a and c

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj #jj outer banks #pogues #hms pogue #outer banks #obx #john b #kiara carrera #pope heyward #y/n

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harukamitsuki · 4 years

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Aight, so I've been thinking about AUs and I just--

Hear me out, okay?

Boku No Hero Academia but it's a Music School.

Think about all the shit you can work with!! Like, Izuku is bullied for having a feminine and high voice; Katsuki is worshipped for being able to rap like a fucking god; Shouto inherits Enji's deep voice and Rei's soprano voice. Just fucking think about it--

They'd all have preferred genres too, so it could be unique. Like, Shouta would go through all at applications and portfolios, searching for kids he thinks have a good voice and are unique. And All Might literally has no reason to break Izuku's dreams so they never have the mentor-student relationship they have in canon.

The arcs would be fun to substitute as well. The quirk apprehension test would like take place in the auditorium and they'd have to sing on the spot without music and then do some DDR or something.

The Battle Training arc could be duo battles, randomised to coordinate on the spot with unfamiliar artists. Singing and dancing, if you want.

The USJ arc would be them practising performing a concert in different terrains or recording MVs. But then the villains would be anti-Yuuei people who broke in and it'd be one huge dance/singing battle - GON WRONG. Like, the Noumu is some sort manufactured human with a perfect voice box and trained to dance since it was made. They take it too far and break Shouta's leg. The students run and end up being chased into different areas. They're about to break Tsuyu's leg or arm when All Might comes in and challenges them to a dance/sing-off. He tired Shigaraki and Kurogiri (who just has like a black-purple bodysuit and mask on) and then they send Noumu out. All Might outdances him and Noumu just shuts and breaks down. The teachers come in and chase the anti-Yuuei people (fuck it imma call them villains) away.

The Sports Festival can basically be anything to do with performing. Like, it starts off as a gymnast race, sort of circus-like. There's a bunch of trampolines, monkey bars and swings. The second round is group performances. Groups of four and the team that has the most votes wins first, then second, then third, and then fourth.

The duels are where it gets really interesting. So Shouto does declare war on Izuku like canon. During the intermission (wherein Mic turns into a fucking comedian lmao), Shouto tells Izuku about how abusive Enji is. Enji picked Rei out to be his wife and to carry their children for her soprano/falsetto voice. His voice is really deep and he wanted to have an offspring with voice pitches. So, when Shouto was born with both (checked on his fifth birthday), Enji started training him. Making him hold a note while he hit his stomach or winded him. He was also abusive to Rei as she tried to protect Shouto. Eventually, again, she snapped and poured the boiling water on his face. In the present time, Izuku is horrified and then declares that he won't lose.

Ochacco loses her battle against Bakugou because he goes all out, improvising different dance moves which gets a boo from the audience because he's forcing her to dance and use her stamina up.

Hitoshi loses his battle against Izuku. He was bullied for having an insanely deep voice and being an insomniac and the song chosen sort of reflects his bullied life. (It's probably something like 'Disappear' or 'Survivor').

Then, the Izuku vs Shouto battle happens. This is the battle that has everyone on edge because they can feel the tension rising. Like, Shouto sticks to low songs like Jazz, while Izuku goes for higher songs like Ariane Grande. And when everyone thinks Izuku's gonna win, he holds out a hand to Shouto while singing 'Take the mask off to be free/Fought it out in the debris/Now you know that life will change!' from 'Wake up, Get up, Get out there' from Persona 5.

And then Shouto, while brimming with tears, starts singing 'This is the part when I say that I'm stronger!/I should be wiser and realise that I've GOT!' And the crowd is in fucking awe at the high note, because Shouto has only ever sung baritone - and he just sang a high A, maybe even F. Enji's fucking ecstatic but Shouto doesn't even care because he's not focusing on Enji anymore. He's singing for himself now, not to spite his rotten father. Shouto ends up winning and Izuku passes out from the exhaustion of winning the first and second round and all the dancing he did.

Tenya is used by Hatsume to present the microphones she's made. He has to go home early to visit his brother in the hospital. Back on that later.

Shouto loses his duel with Katsuki because trauma isn't so easy to forget. Katsuki gets pissed when Shouto faints halfway through - from the physical and mental exhaustion. They don't chain Katsuki up, but they do force him on the stand by standing in front, behind, and either side to him. Shouto gets second and Tokoyami gets third.

The Hero Killer Arc is a lot less gruesome than canon. Stain isn't a serial killer, but he does end careers. He meets artists/dancers in an alleyway and challenges them to a sing-off at a nearby karaoke bar. If they win, they can call the police on them. If he wins, he can break their legs or strangle them. So, he's more of a psychological criminal than a murderous one.

He did this to Tensei who lost and had his legs broken - though not to the extent of others who were given the hammer treatment.

Tenta finds him an alleyway, breaking Native's ankle with a gag in the latter's mouth. And he's all like, if you win, you can break my legs. If I win, I can break yours and hand you in. Stain denies. He tackles Tenya to the ground and brings out a hammer. Before he does anything, Stain messes with him ("If you were any good a person, you would save Native from being harmed any further. Instead, you challenge with the intent to damage.").

Native can't do anything with a smashed ankle and hands tied behind his back, unable to get the gag out. Stain's about to make the first break when Izuku runs in, tackling Stain and yelling for Tenya to get Native and run. Tenya tries to argue, claiming that Izuku wasn't part of this. But then Izuku rips him a new one. ("I don't care! You're my friend, Iida. I don't want to see you throw your entire career away for some petty revenge! Just get Native and fucking RUN!").

Stain is fucking delighted because finally, a music artist has some sense. He goes on about the other artists being greedy - saying that they had the choice to decline his challenge and yet they all chose pride over their careers. Even Tensei. And Tenya fucking snaps. He challenges Stain again, offering his life as a forfeit and demanding to take his. And then Izuku snaps - he's like "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!?" He fucking bashes on Tenya, claiming that if he were half the man his brother was, he'd listen to him and run away with Native.

And then Stain turns the tables, turning around, pinning Izuku to the ground and snaps his ankle. And Izuku's in so much pain like -- he doesn't even have the gag so Tenya and Native hear him scream in pain. Izuku's broken bones before while dancing or simply falling, but it's never been so painful.

And Stain is just like "I want to see you become a star, so I won't end your career. I just want to make it so you can't move." And he's about to snap his other ankle when Shouto comes in and throws a fucking steeled-toe boot he found lying around. It turns out, just before Izuku ran in, he sent his co-ords and Shouto got concerned.

Tenya gets over his shit when Shouto tells him to be someone his brother can be proud of after Stain throws a broken bottle at his arm. He ends up tackling Stain and disarms him of the hammer. And he's all like "Midoriya! I apologize for my actions! I will make up for it, I promise!" And he apologises to Native for forgetting about him and focusing more on revenge.

Shouto reveals that he's called the police and Stain panics. He like throws Tenya off him (who's head smashes against the ground. He's sort of bleeding and concussed but he tries to get up) and lunges for his hammer which in Izuku's hands (who is now backed up against the wall). But then Shouto comes in again and wacks an advertisement board over his head. Izuku takes it upon himself to elbow his neck which does the trick and knocks Stain out. Tenya helps Native out while Shouto helps Izuku.

The police arrive, arrest Stain, and they all go to the hospital.

Tenya apologises again, but they're like "it's okay as long as you've learned from your mistakes". The story gets around about how Native and three artists in training survived an encounter with the Career Killer Stain and got him arrested. Because there are no laws against self-defence (especially when they only knocked him out), there is no cover story. But they still don't tell anyone about why they even encountered Stain.

The Final Exams are pretty much the same as round three of the Sports Festival, except duos against a teacher. The teacher they go up against gets to decide the contents. Like Nedzu makes Mina and Denki dance for the ten minutes and if even on of them is still able to go on, they pass. If not, they fail.

Izuku and Katsuki are paired against All Might like in canon. His is that they have to coordinate in a dance-singing battle with the song and genre alternating. As an alternative, if they are able to escape his radar, the faux paparazzi, and the arena, they win. It starts basically the same as canon, with Katsuki wanting to do the latter, refusing to coordinate with Izuku. But Izuku wants to do the dance-battle as they have a better chance with it.

Eventually, after Izuku tells Katsuki about how horrible and depressed he made him feel for the majority of their lives, and Katsuki reluctantly tells him that he was jealous that Izuku was able to sing so high, they come to an agreement. They dance and sing, edging to the exit. So, if they don't make it out on time, they can still pass. They make it out with Katsuki out of the gate and spinning Izuku into him (not Katsudeku/Bakudeku).

Shouto and Momo can only pass if they get a high enough score on the karaoke and beat Shouta's highest score (99) In the ten minutes they have, they can only sing about three or four songs. And they try so many different songs to incorporate Shouto's baritone and falsetto. He realises his mistake and asks Momo for her range. She can sing falsetto, and can even scream-whistle. So, they combine their voices simultaneously, reaching 100 and are able to pass.

The training camp arc is just building up stamina, instrument practises, practising dance moves, and expanding your range. The villains attack, kidnap Katsuki (who looked less than happy during the sports festival) and almost kill Kouta.

Kouta is saved by Izuku, again, from Muscular. He was a dancer who challenged many dancers to a dance battle. He went against the water horses and took their life as a forfeit. They managed to fight back as ice-skaters and dug a blade into his eye. Izuku carries Kouta in his arms and practically runs down the mountain, careful not to trip. Muscular tries to follow but ends up falling and knocking himself out on a tree.

Himiko is able to perfectly mimic someone's voice and dance style. Dabi is Touya, but he ran away after Enji went too far and almost burnt his throat. Muscular simply used knock-out gas. Mr Compress literally just cuffed Katsuki and Shouto, though Shouto was freed after Mezou throws like a branch and stone, causing Shouto to slip from his grasps. They escape using smoke bombs and a getaway helicopter.

The canonical rescue group go undercover. To let Katsuki escape, they get a motorbike (Momo has one) and Eijirou holds a hand out for Katsuki to hold onto. They drive next to him, Eijirou pulls him on, and they drive away.

All Might is faced with All for One. Instead of dancing, they actually fight. It's in this fight that All for One punches his wound. Unable to keep this form (because it's still like two centuries into the future and they probably made something to make this happen), All Might deflates into Toshinori Yagi. Now the whole world knows. He eventually musters enough energy to punch All for One's temple, rendering him braindead. But he receives no backlash because it's self-defence. All for One attacked first. And AfO is guilty of kidnapping, murder, extortion, blackmail and so on.

The dorms are implemented and each of their rooms has something to do with their preferred genre.

The super moves thing is just them creating a finishing move for dances.

The provision licence exam is just them meeting other music academies and having sing-offs and dance battles with them. They probably have to team up at one point, which is where the whole Inasa-Shouto problem comes in. Because they want to get a good score, but Shouto's deep voice and Inasa's mid-tone one conflict. Eventually, after Izuku scolds them, they have Shouto do a background tone while Inasa sings at the forefront.

Izuku and Katsuki dance together (AS FRIENDS) while they open their hearts. Katsuki is really affected by ending All Might while Izuku just really wants them to start over. They start calling each other by first names or just different nicknames to signify this.

The Big Three is still a thing. Except that it's talents instead of quirks. Mirio has a deep, booming voice; Tamaki is great at dancing; Nejire has mastered most of the instruments.

There's still the mafia. But instead of quirk-cancelling drugs, they kidnap and sell singers. Eri has been captured for her talents even at a young age. Nighteye is on the case, with Izuku and Mirio helping. Izuku bumps into Eri and Chisaki finds them. Instead of ordering Eri to come back, he knocks them both out and kidnaps Izuku as well. While fighting the chloroform in his system, Izuku leaves the pass that allowed him access into the staff area of Nighteye's agency.

Mirio finds his pass and brings it to Nighteye. They end up being blackmailed by the yakuza ("Bring your singers here or the boy dies"). He brings the Yuuei students in the area and the police to the Yakuza where they stage a rescue.

Meanwhile, Izuku tries to escape a good few times, always being caught and thrown back into a cell. Eventually, he gets shoved in with Eri and they bond a bit with Izuku promising to get Eri out with him.

Nighteye doesn't die, but he does get a spinal injury that will never allow him to walk, much less dance, again. Mirio also does not lose the ability to sing or dance, but he is strangled to the point that he loses his voice for a week or so.

And then the whole getting Eri to cheer up is mostly the same except it's a lot more intricate and professional than in canon.

And I'm gonna stop there so I don't go into manga spoilers.

But seriously, BNHA - Music?? Anyone interested??

#bnha #music au #bnha music au #boku no hero au #my hero #alternate universe #au #i spent more time on this than i should have #regret #mayhaps #strictly no bakudeku #bakudeku friendship #only a lil bit #bit of angst #bit of fluff #bit of both

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virgil-is-a-cutie · 4 years

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Bio!Mom Max Black Headcanons

Two Broke Girls x MLB crossover

Based on this

When Caroline's movie about her life story was starting production Caroline finally had the courage to tell Max how she felt

The two dated for 4 months before Max decided they should marry

Mostly because she's known Caroline for so long that she literally knows she wants her as her wife

They were going to elope but Caroline told her dad which ended with Max being told by Martin he wanted his princess to be properly married

Sophie helped with the wedding not caring about the price

Caroline and Max got married at the prison where Martin was in so that Martin can give away Caroline and watch her get married

Of course, the news and paparazzi got wind of it and so much to Max's annoyance, the wedding was live streamed

They decided to just add the other's last name instead of one taking the other's

Caroline wore this with her hair in small side braid

Max wore this with her hair in a bun with a few curls framing her face.

Earl walked Max down the "isle"

Martin fought the urge to cry seeing his only daughter get married

He was glad that it was Max really

After a year of being married Caroline quietly mumbled as they cuddled

"Do you think about having kids?"

After a bit of talking they decided to use a sperm donor although, her twin cousin Darcy was able to get Bruce Banner to use both Max and Caroline eggs and the sperm donor to make the baby

Caroline was the one to carry the baby

A month before the baby was born their business boomed because of Caroline's movie and they eventually had a good business

They have a baby girl who they name Marinette Cathy Channing-Black

She had Caroline's eyes and Max's hair

Of course, Sophie wants to be the godmother, but Max puts her foot down that it would most likely be her cousin

Much to Caroline's shock Tony Stark is their daughter's godfather

Pepper is her godmother

As Marinette grows up she likes to watch her mom bake

She learns Korean from her uncle Han

Earl babysits whenever her moms are busy

Earl is her grandpa who she and Max consider him her dad

The cupcake business rises and they're very successful

Caroline is glad they finally left the crappy apartment

Caroline eventually is told by her father that she has an uncle who lives in Paris

It's Gabriel Agreste

Caroline is an Agreste in her mother's side really

And that he's the half sibling of Audrey Bourgeois

Audrey made Andre take her last name

Basically making her a Bourgeois through her father

This is when Mari is 13 years old and they decide to expand the cupcake business to Paris, France

Marinette is both excited and annoyed to move mostly because she won't be around to annoy uncle Tony or any of the Avengers

Marinette was almost the spitting image of her mother Max from her pale complexion to her hair, but she had Caroline's eyes and physic

When they get to Paris Caroline sets a meeting with both Gabriel and Audrey

Of course the two are shocked at the news that they're related through marriage

The reason being because Caroline's mom is Gabriel's sister and Martin is Audrey's older half brother

Making both of them Marinette's great uncle/aunt

And basically making two certain blondes her cousins

As well a certain cousin of said one of the blondes

Marinette is a mix of both her moms

She's sweet but very sarcastic and just...kinda like Max

The small Channing-Black family live in a decent comfortable home, not too flashy

Audrey brings Chloé over and Chloé is shocked to hear she has relative, she's somewhat excited

And Chloé is just...shocked to find out she's related to Adrien, her Adrikins before smiling widely

Chloé actually isn't a bully, she acts like it in school to see how far the stupid teacher would let it go and after she's mean to the ones she was she informs the person on what she was doing so as they don't feel bad

Surprisingly it's a lot and she's getting annoyed that Ms. Bustier won't at least do shit

On the first day of school when the Akuma strikes, much to her surprise Chloé freezes and pees herself before shielding herself behind Mari

"This sounds oddly familiar," the ravenette says giggling before scowling, "hey!"

The akuma strikes before Chloé has a chance to introduce her cousins because Adrien couldn't make it

Mari doesn't get the ladybug miraculous bc she just moved

Doesn't stop Master Fu from giving her the Cat Miraculous

She names herself Chat de Ruelle, Alley Cat

She doesn't keep it a secret from her moms who instantly tells Tony who comes whenever he can to help her train

Her outfit as Chat is similar to Lady Noir but her curls are in a messy bun and her mask covers her whole face except her mouth

It also has body armor and spikes on her wrists, tail, and elbows

She got Caroline's clumsiness but mostly that she has things fall on her or anything really but shes's not overly clumsy

On the second day of school she meets Adrien and she and Chloé practically ambush him and tell him that they're related

This makes Adrien happy but is somewhat confused before Mari informs him on how so

Mari is basically done with Ms. Bustier on the first day, complains to her moms who basically storm into the classroom to give her a piece of their mind

Does not help that Chloé turned in the evidence to the school board

Ms. Bustier quits before being informed she is not allowed to teach at all anymore

Adrien does become friends with Nino but not with Alya since Mari sits behind Chloé and Sabrina

Mari only becomes friends with Nathaniel and Nino

As the 3 cousins hang out she basically takes them wherever and causes trouble to the delight of her mom Max and to Caroline's concern

Caroline, Max, and Amilie basically threaten Gabriel to treat Adrien better

Although, Caroline and Max instantly adopt him

Max, Mari's mom, told Adrien that he reminded her of those two Amish boys who stayed with them for a week at the apartment

Chestnut came too by the way

Adrien doesn't flirt with Chat while he is Mister Bug because they're bffs

Max's cupcake shop is outside the school because Caroline wanted Mari to go to Dupont

Alya and Lila Salt

Alya is never told by Mari what her last name is, she usually doesn't pay attention to anyone else's name once her name is called but Mari has told her cousins and friend when addressing her to go by Black

So to the rest of the class she's known as Marinette Black

So she of course doesn't get an interview with Mister Bug because Chat told him not to because she doesn't trust the girl, she screams of wanting to be famous no matter what

Alya doesn't care for cupcakes the audacity

When Lila comes around she speaks about being a family friend of the Channing family

Bad luck for her is that Max and Caroline came to drop of Marinette at school much to her embarrassment

And Max basically ripped the Rossi girl a new one not caring who watched

Alya is shocked to see THE Caroline Channing at school

"How do you know Caroline Channing and Max Black? The great cupcake bakers?!" she screeches to Mari

"I'd like it if you don't speak to our daughter that way Ms. Césaire, please? We don't tolerate harassment from tabloid reporters," Caroline says gently while Max eyes the glasses wearing girl

"D...daughter?" Alya stutters before glaring at Marinette who rolls her eyes

"You're looking at me as if I killed your dog, they're my moms. My whole name is Marinette Cathy Channing-Black."

Everyone in the class sort of new because they always went to the cupcake shop after school

Lila does try her shit but Mari shrugs her off

Lila tries to hang off of Adrien but both Caroline and Max shut that shit down and tell Gabriel to get a restraining order on the Rossi girl as well a threat of lawsuit

Might make more and make this Maribat really idk yet

Tag list: @luciferge @zebrabaker @fantasyfandommaiden @unmaskedagain @queenmj10 @limetchenart @ascending-donotdisturb

#bio!mom au #bio!mom max black #two broke girls #ml au #2bg x ml #bio!mom headcanons

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orionwhispers · 4 years

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Beware Of The Dogs; Alfie Solomons Imagine

( A/N so my Alfie imagine started as a oneshot, then it became a 2 parter, then 3, and now possibly 4. Im sorry theres no Alfie in this part but the family dynamic was really important for me to write, and ill be releasing part 2 at the same time so ill link it below. thx for endless patience and love. you guys genuinely mean the world 2 me.)

PART II

PART III

The night you left was the last day of summer.

The sky was fading lavender, mirroring the wildflowers crushed under your high heels. You could see the faint outline of the moon, big and round and full, illuminating the trees beside you and reflecting off the empty wine glass in your hand.You enjoyed the temporary buzz you had from draining your drink, that short term numbness that made your whole body feel electric. You needed it. You needed a distraction from what you planned on doing.

It felt bittersweet, watching the evening darken as you reminisced alone. You could hear the hum of music from inside and see the comforting glow of a lamp lighting up the shadows around you. You wanted to wallow in self pity for longer, but the moon overhead was just as ominous as a ticking clock, reminding you that you’re running on limited time.

The house was quiet.

It seemed smaller somehow, emptier. You thought back to the night you were told you would be moving in with your Aunt, the start of summer, when the air was warm and you went to bed every night with tears in your eyes. It seemed so long ago, the day you realised just how overprotective your family were, just how much control they held over your life.

They wanted you out of Small Heath. They thought you would be out of harms way with your Aunt, they told you you’d be safer away from the family. It pierced through your heart like a dagger, knowing your younger brother could still roam the streets till midnight, your older sister could travel around the country whenever she pleased, but you were to be locked away like a dirty little secret.

It had all started when Billy Kimber had made a remark about you a few years prior, something vulgar and degrading about you being the youngest Shelby girl and maybe he should make you his wife. You remembered coming home from school to see Arthur’s knuckles black and blue, seething through his teeth, the family arguing around the table, falling silent when you stepped into the room.

You were the weak spot in the family.

You weren’t like the others, you were quieter, soft spoken and kind. It would be all to easy to manipulate you, to overpower you as you walked the streets, to press a blade into your throat and cut through the bindings of the whole family.You knew your family loved you, your siblings had practically raised you from the moment you were born, but there was such a thin line between protection and control. It felt as if the Shelby name was branded onto your forehead, a dirty tattoo scorched onto your skin that you could never remove. They had always taken care of you, but now it felt like the supporting hand on your shoulder was clasped across your mouth, stifling your screams.

Moving into Polly’s house had been a compromise. You had wanted to leave since you were a little girl. You dreamt of following in your sisters footsteps and leaving the smog and smoke of Small Heath, but you were practically forbidden. You screamed and spat at Tommy until your throat felt raw, you threw your shoe like a child at Arthur and you begged Polly for support but she turned her head away, unable to look at you. They were worried for you, you knew that, but it never healed the dull ache in your stomach, the unbearable pain that you would forever be treated as if you were a child incapable of making her own decisions.

You wanted to be a writer. You had since you first picked up an ink pen in infant school and would make up stories for a toddler sized Finn, laying in the bedroom you shared, listening to the pace of his breathing as you spoke of lives bigger than the both of you.You dreamt in colour, lines of prose leaking onto paper in your bleak bedroom, stories you would create that absorbed you inside. Whilst your siblings imagined mounds of wealth and fortune and power, you fantasied about a fairytale, true love and eternal happiness. You wrote to your brothers when they were fighting in the war, thick long letters that distracted them from the horrors around them, the kind of familiar interruption that sliced through the barbarity around and kept them going.You were too innocent, too pure, they couldn’t let you get hurt.

But that wasn’t their decision to make.

Tommy wanted you nearby, close enough he could keep an eye on you but far away enough that you wouldn’t grind him down with your persistent demands or attempts to rebel his authority. You were to move in with Polly and Michael, your cousin, who was a few months younger than you but treated as if he was decades older.

In the early days when he arrived in the fog of Small Heath, Michael became your closest confidant. You were delighted that your beloved Aunt had finally found her son and he was as warm hearted and soft spoken as she remembered, and you were enthralled with the newcomer, devouring his stories of the country whenever you got the chance. But it wasn’t long before you watched him becoming captivated by your brothers, that dizzying kind of hypnotism you had become all too familiar with, small smiles and glistening eyes, the kind of secrecy and camaraderie only shared between men.

You sat at home, your hands black with ink in an empty house. Tapping your foot across the worn out flooring, a Blinder standing guard outside the front door whilst Michael was allowed to visit the races and spend nights drinking until the sun rose. You thought your similar age would mean that you and Michael would form solidarity over his protective mother and your precautious brothers but just like you had watched with Finn, Michael was an exception, welcomed into the ruthless gang with open arms whilst you gawped from the sidelines.

You would curl up on the floor, the telephone pressed to your skull as your ranted and raved to Ada. You could hear her sigh, soft and kind but crackly from the connection, making you miss the warmth of her body and her comforting smell. She had gotten out. She was firmer than you, she knew how to talk to Tommy, her relationship with Freddie had cemented her independence and maturity and she escaped to London as soon as she could. You didn’t blame her, she was protecting Karl, but you still felt an unwelcome heat in your gut if you thought about it for too long, the realisation that you were completely alone in your fight for freedom.

The brothers had always been protective of her, indents on their knuckles from brash boys that lurked in the alleyways as she walked home from school, watchful eyes following whenever she left alone, but she never experienced the same kind of shielding as you. You had been so young when the business first started that by the time you reached your teens, the chains had already been bound around your wrists. You became a woman around the same time that enemies were sniffing around the streets and simple business turned to bloodshed, you knew your name had been slung around as a bargaining chip from men who revolted you, you knew you were the cause of many family arguments that started with slamming doors and ended with tears.

Truthfully you were scared. Your family was changing, your brothers who playfully swung you over their shoulders and cleaned your scraped knees when you fell off your bike had been altered by the war. Your Aunt was brash and distant, and your sister had severed herself from the rest of you, her mind occupied with her child and her political views. Once, you had asked John to let you assist him with the books, you were good at arithmetic, top of your class, but that didn’t matter, all that anyone saw when they looked at you was a potential victim.

When John got married, something inside of you shifted.

You noticed Tommy watching you that night, as Ada got drunk and bellowed at him, as Polly smoked and danced barefoot and as the fire crackled and roared, his eyes flickered to yours. You wondered how long it would be until your beloved brother would trade you for a business deal like he did John. You weren’t a fool, as much as he loved and protected you, Tommy was ruthless when it came to business. You wondered who would be so much of a threat to the family that your hand in marriage would be used to settle a dispute. At that moment you weren’t old enough, you knew that Arthur would put his foot down and pull you out of the mud if Tommy suggested anything, but you couldn’t help wondering what might happen in a few years, when Tommy inevitably ruled the world and you were displayed so innocently by his side, something to sweeten the deal.

You felt so defeated that night, as Ada gave birth and the boys went to the Garrison you downed half a bottle of whisky, you loved the burn at the back of your throat, the heat inside of you, and the way the room spun and your eyes blurred. You drank until your stomach flipped and you couldn’t stop the tears and Finn found you collapsed on his bed, sneaking in beside you and pulling you close, letting you weep onto his shoulder.

After that monumental night you felt yourself fold like origami. You lurked in the shadows, only moving around the house when it was empty and spending all of your free time with friends, loving the temporary normality they gave you. But things got worse. Stolen guns and fixed races and a police officer who rode around the streets on a white mare brought turmoil into the routine you had grown fond of, and it wasn’t long until you were pulled into a family meeting and your future was once again ripped out of your hands.

So you made the decision to leave.

It had started at the peak of summer, when the sun was high and your morale was low and you spent every morning alone, the fire inside of you rivalling the heat of the air. You’d wake up to an empty house, the rest of the family on their own escapades whilst you were left to your own devices. Boredom overtook your senses. You’d brew yourself a mug of tea, stirring in sugar until it clumped at the bottom like wet sand and then you’d tip out the contents, watching as it travelled down the drain. You would write in your journal until the pages grew heavy and your hand hurt and the spine tore from the weight, the pages overflowing with your scrawled handwriting. It wasn’t until you flicked through the weekly newspaper with your feet hanging over the edge of Polly’s velvet sofa did a plan start to form in your mind.

There was a small row of sentences that caught your eye as you flipped over the pages of political conflict and global finances. You could have missed it, but something inside of you drew your pupils to the text that day, you were certain of it. It made you jolt upright, your palms prickling as you folded the paper in half and held it up to your nose for closer inspection, cautiously glancing around the empty living room as if one of your siblings would be lying in wait. There wasn’t much information, just a simple statement about a new publishing company in London, a city that seemed so enchanting to you, and their need for a new receptionist. You tore the page out, gently flattening the seam you had ripped, before darting up the stairs two at a time and hiding your treasure deep under your mattress. That night after Polly and Michael came home, with flushed faces and confidential conversations, you devoured it over and over again, dreaming of the possibilities.

You operated in secret, ringing on a Thursday morning when you knew everyone was occupied at the betting shop. You played with a loose thread on your stocking as the phone connected, the low hum soothing you as you chewed on your lower lip. His name was Edmund. The publishing company had been his fathers and after his passing it was now his, he spoke rapidly and kindly, delighted that someone had called for the job. You hadn’t expected it to go so smoothly, listening and answering eagerly to any questions he might have had, discussing your favourite books and authors, hearing his tales of the city. He asked if you could start the first Monday of September and the phone slipped from your fingers and clattered onto the floor, you cursed and apologised quickly, your entire body flushed the colour of beetroot from both elation and embarrassment.

It wasn’t until the very end of the conversation when Edmund realised he didn’t have your name, you stilled and felt your eyebrows reach your hairline, almost biting your tongue to stop yourself from accidentally telling the truth.

“Rose...Rosie!Rosie Smith.” You lied, thinking back to the red haired girl you had sat next to in primary school, completely baffled but ultimately happy with your brain for conjuring her up at the last second.

“Well, Rosie. I look forward to working with you.”

The call ended and you squealed into your sleeve, the noise muffled from the fabric. You were terrified but filled with joy, your heart practically leaping from your chest. You pressed your head against the wallpaper, exhaling loudly and curling your toes. This was your chance.

In the days that followed you tried your best to remain nonchalant, determined not to arouse suspicion. You sat on your bedroom floor, counting pennies you had saved to send off to Edmund for a deposit on a flat, daydreaming of what it might look like. You rummaged through your wardrobe, planning outfits and accessories that would match your new life and newfound freedom. Underneath the false bravado however, you were terrified. Guilt would rise up inside you when you least expected it, when John, Esme and the kids would come over for a Sunday roast, the little ones clinging to your legs whilst your older brother playfully ruffled your hair and pinched the skin on your elbow. You’d feel a wave of unpleasant sadness when you would wipe Arthur’s knuckles clean after a bad day, talking to him in low tones as he nursed a bottle of something strong, taking care of him like he did when you were just a child.

You even found yourself tolerating Tommy’s firm hand, rolling your eyes when he ordered you about instead of lashing at him like you once had. You often wondered if he knew something was off, the way that you would join the family at the dinner table or laugh in the garden with Johnny Dogs when mere weeks ago you would have barricaded yourself in your room rather than surround yourself with your blood. He never said anything, just watched you curiously as if you were another business conundrum to solve, those brilliant cogs in his mind trying to figure you out.

Finn would come over whenever he could, exhilarated from his new life, slouching on the sofa as he scoffed vanilla biscuits and spun tales about everything he had done that day. In those moments, watching your younger brothers’ eyes glint and shine as he reminisced about everything so brutal that he was a part of, did you somewhat understand your family’s overprotectiveness. You longed to keep Finn wrapped up in cotton wool, part of you wanted to sling him by ears and drag him to Tommy, demanding that he quit the gang and scold Tom for ever letting your youngest sibling be a part of something that could kill him. But the night would end, Finn would kiss your cheeks and tell you he’d see you again, and he’d head to the Garrison or a new club with Isaiah. He’d wander the streets high as a kite, whilst you were stuck alone in a house that didn’t belong to you, a Blinder standing guard outside, punished for sins you hadn’t committed.

You had everything sorted. Your bag was packed and you’d asked your best friend Isabella to purchase a train ticket under your name, opting for one that left just before midnight so you could make your departure as painless as possible. You’d hidden all the evidence under your bed, in an empty shoebox left over from your birthday, a pair of expensive heels bought by Tommy as a bribe to keep you placid. You hated how he tried to keep you quiet with material items, but dammit, the man had good taste.

The night you left, you burned everything. You watched every trace of your secret catch alight and then shrivel into ash, every tiny thread that could lead to your whereabouts gather into a heap at the bottom of the fireplace, smoke filling the room. You bit back tears as you noticed the family photo on the mantle, a present from Polly one Christmas, all of you squashed together, the boys stoic under the lights, the girls glowing with beauty. You were wrapped under Arthur’s arm, Tommy’s palm flat against your back, holding you in place. At the time you had squirmed, finding it dominating and aggressive, but looking at the black and white photograph now, you thought it looked comforting.

You didn’t have time to dwell in your feelings, the large grandfather clock in the hall chimed, signalling that it was getting later and you would have to make a move. You had already almost been caught, and your whole body was on edge, a chill making its way down your spine. The rest of the family were out, it had taken weeks of planning to make sure they were all out of range on the night you needed to leave. You’d planted a seed in Johnny Dogs head that he should throw a party, inconspicuously dropping hints whenever the excitable man was around. It didn’t take long before he had persuaded Arthur to close the Garrison for the public one night and invite the whole street round to drink and dance.

You had feigned illness in the few days that led up, moping around more than usual and coughing and spluttering if anyone came too close. You seriously considered becoming an actress because even the all knowing Polly was fooled, tutting as she placed a hand on your forehead and made you cups of lemon and lavender tea to ail your “sore throat”. That morning as you boiled eggs for your youngest brother and cousin, you sniffled and limped like you were in the running as an extra in a Charlie Chaplin movie.

“I don’t want to catch whatever you have!” Finn said, squirming away from you as he dunked his toast into his dippy egg, yolk exploding over the rim of the cup and onto Polly’s fine china. “I have to be well for tonight.”

“You get invited to one party and you suddenly think you’re in with the big dogs.” Michael muttered, dragging his fork along the plate, scraping up every last crumb and making you wince at his lack of manners.

“Oi! I’ve been a Blinder longer than you have.”

“Oh, is that so? Well...”

“Put a sock in it will you? You’re both behaving like animals and I don’t need another bloody headache.” You scolded, placing your head in your hands and groaning for effect.

They both mumbled lacklustre apologies but you didn’t miss the sly kick Finn made to his cousin under the table, the corners of his mouth turning up in mischief.

“Are you coming tonight?” Finn asked, recoiling as you leant forward wiped the dirty corners of his mouth with the pad of your thumb. “Tommy says you can.”

You rolled your eyes, and wrinkled your nose in displeasure, “Well that’s awfully kind of him.” You grumbled sarcastically, “How honourable of the bloody king to say what I can and can’t do!”

“You know he just wants to protect you.” Michael said, looking at you over the top of his teacup. You raised an eyebrow at the sheer adoration in your cousins voice, knowing that Tommy probably seemed incredible to someone he wasn’t trying to control.

“That’s very nice of him, but I actually think I’m going to call it an early night, it will be nice to have some uninterrupted sleep for once.” You lied, peering at the boys with faux annoyance.

Finn licked his spoon clean, slurping loudly and you smacked him on the back of the head, pulling his hair gently when he protested. “You should come.” He murmured, chewing on his bottom lip as if it held a new loaf of bread for him to devour. “It won’t be the same without you.”

His words were so simple and kind that you felt your heart shatter. You knew leaving was the right thing to do, you had to leave Small Heath or risk your sanity, but Finn was the one nagging voice in your skull that made you want to stay. You pushed your chair over to him, listening as it squealed against the wood flooring, and grabbed his face in your palms. “I love you, Finnegan.” You said, looking him straight in his big eyes and using the nickname you created when you were a child. He struggled gently against your grip, squirming from embarrassment but you saw the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly. You placed three sloppy kisses across his face, wondering when he got so big and you brushed your thumb over his cheek all whilst he wriggled against you.

“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself?”

“It’s only the Garrison!”

“Finn.” You said sharply, “Promise me?”

His eyes searched yours, a thin layer of confusion across his features, pupils darting for some kind of explanation. You pinched his cheeks playfully and he nodded, your hands raising with the movement.

“Yes! I promise!” He relented, sticking his tongue out like he was five again.

“Good.” You smiled, placing another dramatically long kiss on the heat of his forehead, laughing when he pushed you away, Michael watching with patient yet curious eyes.

“You better not have got any bloody lipstick on me!” He exclaimed, dramatically wiping his face and checking his reflection in his spoon. You elbowed him, feeling a rush of love and protection that enveloped your body like a tidal wave. You knew that leaving was going to be like ripping a plaster off a wound, painful at first but necessary if you wanted to heal. You knew that you couldn’t be there for Finn, not completely or in the way that he deserved, if you spent any more time drowning in your own sadness, falling into a shell of yourself.

By nine o’clock the house was empty.

You heaved your suitcase out from under the bed, groaning at the strain in your arms and hauled it down the stairs, careful not to leave any scuff marks on the paint. You kept your mind busy, putting away dishes and mugs, wiping down the cabinets and emptying the bins, anything to keep you distracted. You had downed a glass of wine and were enjoying the fuzzy feeling of your tongue when the front door whined on its hinges, a shadow filling the hall.

You froze.Your spine straightening and your palms beginning to sweat, you glanced at the suitcase by your feet, swearing loudly and pushing it under the dining room table, covering the sides with a lace tablecloth. Michael entered, his head snapping up at the sight of you, raising a brow under the yellow light.

“What are you doing up? Thought you were sick.”

“I am.” You said, wringing your hands together and trying to cool the flush that had risen to your cheeks. “I just came down for a drink. What are you doing here?”

“I borrowed John’s lighter, forgot to bring it with me.” he smiled, gesturing to the glass in your hands, “Oh right, everybody knows alcohol is the cure for any illness.”

You grinned gently, the light not reaching your eyes. You considered lying, spinning more tales to make yourself seem innocent, but you didn’t see the point in digging yourself down any deeper.

“Mike? Will you do me a favour? Keep an eye on Finn...Please.”

He nodded, looking you up and down. He was clever, one of the brightest young men you had ever met and you didn’t doubt that he had an inkling as to what was going on.

“I will. Promise.”

He smiled, digging around the drawer to his left and pulling out Johns signature brass lighter, flicking the lid and letting the flame dance in the dark. His eyes softened slightly as he made his way to the door, gentle words falling from his lips.

“Take care of yourself, (Y/N).”

You watched him as he strode away from the house, all broad shouldered and tall, a millennium away from the soft spoken boy you had met just over a year ago. His silhouette cut through the dark and through your hazy eyes you swore he looked just like Tommy, with his similar gait and self assured confidence. It made you feel jealous, how easy it was for Michael to slip into the family, find his footing amongst those scrambling up the ladder whilst you still feel like you’re drowning. You loathed yourself for admitting it, but you felt as if Michael was more of a Shelby than you were despite stronger blood running through your veins.

You were snapped out of your trance however, by the bright white light of the moon casting down through the windows. You sighed, grabbing your purse and pulling out two letters, sealed and stamped with the expensive wax Arthur had bought you for Christmas. You placed them on the top of the table, letting your fingertips graze over the names written in ink. There were two, a longer, more personal one for Finn and another for rest of the family, letting them know you were safe and asking for them to not look for you. You told them that you would be back one day, but as you grabbed the handles of your trunk and took one final glance at the house you had spent far too long trapped in, you weren’t sure if that was the truth.

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