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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 02 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.3 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Growing Closer

You find Billy walking away from his locker, ready to go home. He's alone this time, and you heard something about Stacy being mad at him. You wonder what he did to her. Or if he just got tired and is now aiming for someone else.

“Hargrove.” You call when you're closer enough to be heard. Billy turns around immediately, and you both stop in the middle of the hall. “Do you happen to have some time? We need to discuss the calendar.”

“Sure.” He simply says, and it's clear to you he's pissed off already. He was forced into the program, so it's only normal he doesn't want to do that.

“We can hit the library. It remains open for two hours after class.” You can't help but notice some people staring. But that isn't a surprise. You and Billy are as different as day and night, and nobody expects to see you two talking.

“Sure.” He repeats, and a fun expression crosses his face before he steps aside, gesturing for you to walk.

Chuckling, you furrow your eyebrows, starting to make your way to the library.

You know the place by heart since you're here at least three times a week. Waving at the teacher who stays in the reception, you pick a table in the back, so your chattering won't bother anyone. Taking a seat, you watch as Billy settles down across from you.

It's a little weird at first, and a silence falls in between you two. You suddenly realize you've been staring at him, way too focused on his blue eyes. You didn't know Billy's eyes were so beautiful. But you quickly clear your throat, searching on your bag for your notebook.

“I made you this planner.” Pulling the paper sheet off the notebook, colorful by many different marker colors, you slide it over to him. Billy's eyes fall on it immediately, eyebrows raising. “It's just to help you keep up with everything until the end of the year. More stuff will probably be add, but don't worry, I'll let you know.”

“You have everything figured out, don't you?” He finally speaks up, holding the paper in his hands.

“I know you don't want to do this. But this is senior year and you're almost free. Just a little longer and this will be over.” Offering him a small smile, you put a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I won't repeat the year. My grades are enough to get me through.” He sounds a little angry, and you sigh.

You don't know what to say to make him cooperate if he doesn't want to. “Look, you can't get out of the Improvement Program. But you can pick another tutor. So if you want, I have a list of everyone who's still available and maybe if there's someone you already know or happen to be friends with–” As you speak, you start looking in your bag for the small blueish paper. “–you just have to talk to Mrs Martinez and–”

“I want you to be my tutor.” His voice startles you since it's a little too loud and because of the silence, it echoes a bit. “But just because I know you're the smartest person in this school.”

Biting your lip, you nod, not sure how you feel about his compliment. “Thanks... I try.”

“You freaking succeed,” Billy mutters, cupping his hands above the table.

There's heat creeping through your cheeks so you look away, bringing back to mind what else you must talk to him about. “So, the next project is a presentation on History about World War I. Our part is about the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand, the invasion of Bosnia and Herzegovina, and the July crisis. The happenings before the war was set.”

“Great.”

“Shhh.” Someone says, and you look at a small group of people on your left.

“You shut up, asshole.” Billy raises his voice a little, and you look at him with wide eyes.

“Hey. Don't say that.” You warn him, giving the boy an apologetic look. “We're at a library, we're supposed to be quiet.”

“Excuse me.” Mr Williams comes, standing a few feet away. “Some students are complaining about your chattering, so I'll have to ask you to leave, please.”

“Oh...” Blushing a little, you start gathering your stuff. “Sorry, Mr Williams. We'll leave.” Billy is just about to say something when you give him a look.

You're quickly outside again, fixing the strap of your bag on your shoulder. “We...” Moving out of the way of some people heading to the library, you set into his pace, walking side by side. “We'll need some time to work on everything. So we can switch between your place and mine because doing things in the library won't work.” You feel a little shy to propose this, but it's not a big deal. You'll be doing this until the end of the year, so it's quite inevitable. “If that's ok with you, of course.”

“We should hit your place then. My father is home today, so... It just won't work.” There's a change in his voice, and you glance at him.

“My mother is home too. But she won't bother us.” Walking a little faster, you gesture at your car. “Just follow me.”

Billy nods, and you smile, giving him a little wave.

The school is empty, and so are the streets around it, so you have no trouble speeding away. Keeping your eyes on the review mirror, it only takes twenty minutes to get to your house, so you park on your usual spot, stepping out of the car and waiting for Billy to do the same. When he finally joins you on the porch, you move to unlock the door.

Billy couldn't help but feel lucky to be at her place. He never thought he'd come here, under any circumstances. Trying not to let her notice, he allows his eyes to wander a little as she opens the door, taking in the place (Y/N) calls home. It has a weird feeling for him, almost as if the place is sacred, somewhere he wasn't supposed to be.

“My mother is nice. But she may say some embarring stuff so... Be prepared.” Following her inside, Billy notices as her mother looks at them, eyes going a little wide to see him. He wonders if she isn't used to her daughter bringing boys home. Knowing (Y/N), he knows she's not. “Mom, this is Billy Hargrove. I told you about him yesterday, remember? From the Improvement Program.”

She told her mother about him. So yes, she was thinking about him. Maybe just for a couple of seconds, maybe just as someone she knows, who she has told to help. But it doesn't matter. (Y/N) was thinking about him, and for now, it's enough.

“Of course.” She stands up, coming to give her daughter a quick hug and shake Billy's hand. “I'm Amanda. (Y/N)'s mother.”

“It's good to meet you, Mrs–”

“Call me Amanda kid, or else I feel terribly old.” She jokes, kindly smiling. “I believe you'll be hanging around here a lot because of school. But don't worry, I won't get in your way.”

“Thanks, mom. We'll be in the dining room.” (Y/N)'s light touch on his forearm is enough to make him shot her a glance, almost too desperate, something in him wanting to ask her why she did such a thing. Billy curses himself as he follows her to the dining room for feeling so stupid. It's just a freaking touch. On his freaking arm. And she wasn't even giving it much thought.

As Billy settles down on the table, (Y/N) moves the centerpiece to the edge so they'll have more space. “Do you want anything? Water? Or some chips? I happen to have some.”

Her voice sends Billy into some kind of stupor. A guy like him shouldn't feel this way. (Y/N) is just a girl, and he had many. But none of them ever made him feel like this. Like his heart is trying to jump off his chest. After a year, he did think he got over it. But he was wrong. Billy didn't want to be this close to (Y/N), always watching her from a safe distance. But this stupid school had to put them together, so damn close. Look at him now, seated on her dining table, staring at her like a complete idiot.

Just because she offered him water and freaking chips.

“Water is nice.” He mumbles, eyes on her back as she walks away, passing behind his chair. A sweet scent irradiates from her. Like flowers, he doesn't know which one though, like freaking sunshine.

Laughing at his stupidity, Billy looks down at his hands. How can someone smell like sunshine? It's illogical.

“Get it together, she's just a girl,” Billy says to himself, resting his back against the chair and taking his jacket off, laying on the chair next to him. Girls are nothing new to him. He had they all figured out, their ways, how to break them, how to please them, how to bend them to his will.

But not (Y/N).

A nice girl like her is immune to his tricks. And that's good because if she wasn't, it would mean she could also fall on someone's traps. Like Tommy, or Jimmy, or Jackson. The very thought of those assholes with her, touching, caressing, kissing... It disgusts him, and he's quick to push such images away.

“Did you say something?” (Y/N) asks, coming back from the kitchen and handing him a glass with cold water. Once she's close enough, he takes a deep breath, and her sweet scent almost drives him mad.

She's not a girl for you, get it together. “No.” He mumbles, taking long sips before putting the glass down. “So what now?” He sounds a little rude, so he immediately clears his throat after, eyes on (Y/N) as she takes a seat next to him on the round table instead of across from him. Billy finds it odd, but he's thankful for the proximity. This way, he can be surrounded by her candy-like scent, trying to memorize it so he could play it back later. When he's into the nightmare he calls home.

You're just about to start, History books already on the table, since you'll begin with the presentation, notebooks and papers so you can take notes, but then you look at Billy. There's a bruise on the apple of his cheek that you haven't noticed it before.

“Did you get into a fight?” You ask, leaning slightly forward to take a better look.

“What?” There's a moment of confusion on his face before it changes. “Yeah.”

“Did you win?”

“In a way.” It doesn't look like he'll say anything else.

“Well, if someone punches you, make sure to beat them up.” Smiling a little, you take the History book, opening it on chapter 7. “What exactly do you know about–”

“Are you still dating Steve?”

The question takes you by surprise, making you nervously giggle. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Just curious.” He shrugs his shoulders, tilting his head to the side. “Saw you two talking earlier today and he wouldn't be happy to know we'll be around each other a lot.”

“Steve is my friend. We dated last year but only for two months.” Avoiding Billy's eyes, you go through the book, not really paying attention to anything. You can feel his stare, and for some reason, your cheeks start heating up.

“Who broke up with who?”

Chuckling, you turn your body towards him. “Why do you want to know, Billy?” Maybe he's just trying to procrastinate. “Because if you're just trying to delay things I–”

“No, I really want to know.” He leans forward, pulling the book closer to him. “You and Harrington don't fit together, so I was surprised to see you hanging out with him last year.”

“Steve and I got pretty close when he dropped the jerk act. And we were both single so we decided to give it a try.” The only reason you're telling Billy this is because it's not a secret. Some people know and they probably didn't put any effort into keeping it hidden. “But it didn't click. We were dating but it wasn't really romantic, so...” You smile to remember it, and the memory that comes back is definitely a secret. Nancy is the only one who knows, her and Steve, obviously. But you guess it's ok to tell Billy, it's quite funny. And silly. “We... We never really kissed, you know?”

“What?” His voice startles you, and the genuine confusion on his face only makes you laugh. “You're joking.”

“I'm not, and if this gets out, I'll know it was you.” With a finger pointing at his face, you fake a threatening face. “So keep it between us or else.”

Pinching his eyebrows together, Billy seems amused. “Or else what?” His voice gets lower, as he leans closer.

“Or else I'll have no choice but to make out with Steve in front of the whole school.” In a sassy tone, you smile, biting your tongue not to laugh at his expression. Billy is... Impressed? Surprised, maybe. Something tells you he wasn't expecting this answer.

“Ew. Please don't.”

“Then don't tell anyone.” Shrugging your shoulders, you pull your feet up, crossing your legs on the chair. “Now, C'mon. World War I.”

“One more question and we get to it.” As he speaks, you feel him pulling your hand away from the notebook, forcing you to give him attention. “Why in the hell didn't you and Steve–”

“We kissed. I mean, those quick kisses, you know. Like when you say hi or goodbye. Just a peck in the lips. But that was it.”

“That was it?”

“That was it.” Giggling again, you assure him. Why is it so important to him anyway? “Now, can we start?”

You watch as Billy's eyes remain on you, burning, lingering. After a while, his lips break into a smile and he looks down at the book, shaking his head lightly. “Let's start.”

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onebourbon-oneshot-onetear · 3 years

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Happier- Wayne and Y/N Oneshot

(Not my Gif- Credit to Owner)

Synopsis: Wayne finally says those three little words

Warnings: Cheating, Angst, ooc Wayne (I never feel like I properly write him lol)

Authors Notes: could be read as a stand alone, but if you squint really hard, it could be a sequel to my other story '5 Times Wayne Fell in Love with You'. Like, if you squint realllllly hard.

The toughest man in Letterkenny was not always one of many words. More often than not, he would sit in silence unless he was really worked up about something. Then it was hard to get him to shut up.

Except when it came to you. When it came to talking to you, the man could go on all day long. It didn’t matter what you were talking about. You could say that a blade of grass was interesting and he would agree with you and tell you everything he knows about grass. Which surprisingly enough, was quite a lot.

For as long as you had known Wayne, he had always been like this. When you first moved to Letterkenny from the States, him and Katy were both there to make you feel welcome. When you needed help with chorin’ Wayne was the first one there to help you. When uptown degens wouldn’t stop bothering you, Wayne had gathered all of the boys and started one of the biggest brawls Letterkenny had ever seen. And you appreciated him for it.

You returned the favors too. You always helped Wayne with the chorin’ whenever he needed it. More often than not you would be the one to pick him up off a barstool on the nights he got really drunk, take him home, and make sure he ate breakfast the next morning. You would patch him up after his fights. You both took care of each other.

And yet.

He was still on and off with Rosie. Even after he had knocked out her favorite cousin, they had gotten back together. And it irked you. You had known how you felt for a while. Every time you saw Wayne all you wanted to do was smother the butterflies that erupted in your chest. You knew that facing your feelings head on would only lead you down a slippery slope of heartbreak and awkwardness. So you just turned your back on your feelings and ignored them. No matter how much it hurt whenever you saw Rosie and Wayne together, or whenever he mentioned her.

Katy understood how you felt. She liked Rosie well enough, but she didn’t like how she was going back and forth between liking and not liking Wayne. It wasn’t fair to either of them. And if they didn’t make a decision soon you were afraid of what Katy would do, judging by her past record with Wayne’s ex’s. Granted, you had helped her, especially with the Angie debacle, but that was another situation entirely.

“My brother has been in love with you ever since he first met you. He’ll come around eventually,” She would say, but you could never put any stock into her words. If he loved you, then why was he with her? Why had he never said anything before? It hurt too much to think about so more often than not you pushed it all to the back of your mind.

You had lost track of which side of the back and forth they were at, but judging by how they were sitting close to each other at MoDean’s, you figured they were in a ‘together’ stage. So you sat next to Daryl at the bar, and drank your Puppers, with a miserable look on your face.

Nobody noticed, except for Katy, who sent you looks of pity from across the bar, but you ignored her. It wasn't long until you had enough, paid your tab, and got up to leave.

“Leaving already, Miss/Mr. Y/n?” Dan asked you, a little surprised since you hadn’t been there that long, less than an hour. The group looked at you in surprise as you stood up.

“Um, yeah,” you said, twisting a ring on your finger nervously. You didn’t really like all of the attention you were getting, especially under Wayne’s gaze. “I’m just tired. I’m going to go home and read,” you said, not meeting anyone’s eyes. They would see the half truth in your eyes. You were tired, but you weren’t going home to read. You would probably drink at home, away from the two people that were making it hard for you to even pretend to be happy.

“Are you okay to walk home?” Daryl asked, his way of offering to take you home.

“I’m fine,” you said, sending them a smile and a small wave. “I’ll see you later,” and you left without another word, missing the concerned look that Wayne gave you and the look of disappointment that Katy gave Wayne.

It was colder than you thought as you made your way home. You pulled your sweater around you and quickened your pace. Keeping your head down to avoid the harsh wind beating against your face, you weren’t paying attention to the figure that had appeared in your path, bumping into them.

A small grunt left your as you were bounced back, heading for the ground until two arms caught yours and held you up. “I’m so sorry,” you started before looking up into the eyes of the man you had run into, immediately stumbling over your words. He had deep brown eyes which contrasted with light brown hair. His chiseled cheekbones were pushed up in a grin as he smiled down at you.

“No, I’m sorry,” He said, his voice deep enough to send a small shiver down your spine. Your only reply was a bashful grin. He set you up on your feet, making sure you were okay. “My name is Adam.”

And that’s how you hit it off. Adam walked you home, both of you making small talk the entire way. Once he had gotten to your front door you gave him your cell phone number and you two had been inseparable since. First friends, then more than friends.

While you liked being together with Adam, he didn’t exactly fit in well with the group. He wasn’t from Letterkenny, he was from the city, meaning he wasn’t quite as, shall you say, down to Earth as everyone else. He got along well enough with everyone...except Wayne.

From the first time you had brought Adam around to meet the group, Wayne had been especially hostile towards him. He wasn't even subtle with his insults anymore. From all the years you had known him, you knew that Wayne was just itching to scrap with him. Thankfully Katy sat him down and told him to knock it off.

Wayne loved and respected Katy, and even you a small amount, so his teasing stopped, and him and Adam started resembling a friendship. At least, very slightly. Once that happened, you were genuinely happy.

Months had passed and everything in Letterkenny had settled down. You and Adam were properly dating, even talking about moving in together, Katy was back with Riley and Jonesy, and you still weren't quite sure what was going on with Wayne. And you honestly didn't care. There was no point in bringing up feelings that you had buried deep down.

You still got the butterflies in your chest, but instead of it being a swarm of them, it was only a few. Still there, but enough that you could ignore. You didn’t think you could be happier.

You were coming home from MoDean’s one night when you saw a car in your driveway. Right away you were a little concerned, because it wasn’t your car, and it wasn’t Adam’s. You immediately thought something was wrong and you rushed inside, fumbling with your keys, almost dropping your phone before swinging the door open and finding…

Adam on top of another girl. Naked. They hadn’t even noticed that you had walked in the door. Until you slammed the door shut behind you. Both of them jumped and immediately tried to cover themselves up, Adam already apologizing profusely.

“Y/n, I didn't mean it, it doesn’t mean anything!” He yelled, ushering the other girl out the front door and slamming it shut.

You walked past him, grabbing your backpack and stuffing some clothes into it, along with your other daily toiletries. You weren’t thinking about anything else except getting out of the house. You could barely hear Adam behind you, mumbling his excuses but you only blocked him out.

You finished your packing and pushed past him and back out the front door, hopped in your truck, and left without another thought. A few minutes later you arrived at Wayne and Katy’s house, the only place you could think about going.

You knocked on the door and Katy answered. And seeing her face, you immediately burst into tears and hugged her tight. She immediately wrapped her arms around you and brought you into the house. Through your tears you could see that Wayne, Dan, and Dary were sitting at the kitchen table, looking concerned.

Katy led you over to the couch and sat down with you. “Y/n, what happened?”

You sniffed and wiped your eyes, clearing your throat so you could speak. “I came home, and Adam was with another girl,” You said in between your sniffling. As soon as the words left your mouth you heard all of the kitchen chairs slide out and three sets of footsteps walk into the living room.

“Together, together?” Wayne asked. You barely glanced up at him before bursting into another wave of sobs and nodded.

You laid down on the couch and curled up, letting the tears run down your cheeks. Katy sat with you, stroking your hair and telling you that everything would be okay. At some point you must have fallen asleep, because you woke up with a blanket around you, and the kitchen light on. Everything else in the house was dark.

You stood up and stretched, your eyes still feeling swollen from all of the tears and your shoulders popping. You were extremely thirsty and walked into the kitchen to get water, and found Wayne sitting at the table, a Gus n’ Bru bottle sitting in front of him. He looked at you as you entered the kitchen and stood up. It was silent for a minute as you both stared at each other. You broke the silence first, mumbling a hello.

“Y/n, how’re you now?” Wayne asked.

You smiled at his usual greeting and took a cup off of the counter. “Good, and you?”

“Not so bad,” he said, walking over to the kitchen and getting the pitcher of water out of the fridge. As he reached past you, you noted his freshly bruised knuckles. Your chest started hurting again as you remembered the events of the day, why you were so upset.

You blinked back the leftover tears and looked at your now filled glass, Wayne putting the pitcher away. “Did you guys go over there?” You asked.

Wayne stood still before looking back at you over his shoulder, “Yes.”

“Did you scrap?”

Wayne had set the pitcher in the fridge, closed the door, and turned back to look at you, “Yes.”

You nodded and took a sip of water. “Thanks,” you whispered.

Wayne gave you a sharp nod and you just stood there thrown back into another bout of silence. You sipped your water, and Wayne looked around the kitchen, eventually giving a slight cough.

Not wanting to stay in the silence but not wanting to be awkward, you said the first thing that came into your mind. “How’s Rosie?”

Wayne looked nothing short of perplexed as he looked at you while he slowly answered, “I don’t know. We haven’t spoken for months now.”

Now it was your turn to look perplexed. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you had ended things.”

“We ended things a few months ago.”

Great. Now you were back in the awkward silence. You had finished your water and didn’t want to hold the glass anymore, moving to put it in the sink, which Wayne was leaning against. You set the cup down in the basin, accidentally brushing arms with Wayne. “Sorry,” you muttered reaching your hand back.

Before you could, Wayne had gently grabbed your arm, holding it in the air. For the toughest man in Letterkenny, he had a surprisingly soft grip. “I owe you an apology,” He said.

You were confused, thinking back to what he could possibly be apologizing for. He saw the look on your face, and continued. “I didn’t handle you dating well, and I took it out on you. And for that, I’m sorry.”

You thought back to all of the times that Wayne had insulted Adam. Even if he never said anything bad about you, ever since you had started dating Adam you noticed Wayne didn’t hang out with you, not as much as he used to. You shook your head, knowing that the apology wasn’t necessary. “Turns out you were right. I shouldn’t have been with him. Who knows how long he had been stepping out on me. I should have listened to you.”

By now, Wayne had slid his hand from the crook of your elbow to just above your wrist. “You deserve the world, Y/n.”

You didn’t know what to say except you noticed the butterflies in your chest had come back full force, staring at Wayne’s blue eyes in the low light of the kitchen. “Wayne,” you mumbled but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

“You don’t need to say anything. You’re going through a rough time. I just needed to tell you…” he trailed off, suddenly not able to meet your eyes.

‘What do I have to lose?’ you thought as you reached up on your toes and laid a gentle kiss on Waynes cheek. As soon as you pulled away, he snapped his head towards you so fast you thought he was going to headbut you. You were only an inch away from each other, staring into each others eyes before Wayne whispered ‘Fuck it’ under his breath and leaned in, properly kissing you.

For a man who did manual labor his lips were as soft as you imagined them to be. He moved his hand to cup your face and wrapped his other arm around your hip, as your arms snaked around his waist, holding him as close to you as possible.

You didn’t even know how long you both had kissed each other before air was needed, and Wayne broke off the kiss. You were still in each other's space breathing heavily as you stared at each other. Wayne ran his calloused thumb across your cheek, studying your whole face. At first when he spoke, you weren’t even sure you heard it correctly, but as your brain caught up with the sound you couldn’t fight the grin that planted itself on your face.

He whispered those three little words. “I love you.”

You kissed him again, him eagerly returning the favor, doing what you had wanted to do for so long. You didn’t even care about the events of the last 12 hours, let alone the last few months. Wayne had admitted he loved you, and that was enough. “I love you, too,” You mumbled in between your kiss. The hurt that you had been holding onto was gone, replaced by pure happiness.

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nightowlwriting · 3 years

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summary: you've always known there's a soulmate on the other end of your injuries. when you're working the victory pit during the harvest close festival, though, it's the furthest thing from your mind. ironically, it's the closest mollymauk has ever been to you.

word count: 4.0k

warnings: canon level violence, mentions of molly activating his swords, canon level allusions to war and corruption

title credit: the steve miller band

note: takes place during episodes 17/18, requested from the soulmate abc list: damage done to a person also translates into their soulmate’s body (cuts, bruises and all).

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Throughout your childhood, you’ve been called blessed. It started with bruises and scuffs. Little things that are perfectly normal for a child to receive and not remember. The problem with your bruises and scuffs was that they were not your own. When you grew into your celestially gifted powers, it started to make more sense.

Your family had stories of soulmates bestowed upon their clerics, but it wasn’t something that had happened in many generations. Nobody was really concerned until the wounds you received from your soulmate began getting worse - deeper, taking longer to heal, more life-threatening. It worried you, and your family, but it pressed you to become a better cleric. To find your source of power and lean into it. You heal yourself each night before bed, hoping that you’re giving some sort of comfort to the person you’re connected to. Even if you have no energy spells, you pull a pearl you were gifted when you left your hometown and press your lips to it and let it fill you with the love and warmth of life and still heal yourself. It’s your nightly ritual and, since you’ve started doing it, you haven’t missed it once.

Except once, but really that doesn’t matter because of how you miss it. It’s the Harvest’s End festival and the Victory Pit, and you’ve been conscripted to work it. You hate working for the Crown, but it pays well and allows you to help people. Your clerical skills and magic get used every day and you help the people that really need help. Still, the inevitable war looming over the Empire worries you. You’re skilled for your age, more so than the other clerics who perhaps have years over you, and War Clerics don’t have the longest life expectancy. After the last time that your soulmate died, and the grief and pain it inflicted upon you, you don’t want to do that to them. You try not to think about the several times you’ve felt their death and resurrections, though, because it worries you.

Most of all, it tells you very important information about them. They’re some sort of adventurer, best case scenario. The worst case, though, is that they’re a criminal. Regardless, you’ve become fond of them. The cuts don’t really hurt as much anymore, but they still pucker and scar when you heal them at night. There have been a few times when you’ve gotten hurt and you know that they’ve received those wounds, so perhaps they know about you as well. You hope they do because it would be awfully lonely to be the only one out of a pair to be aware that there is, in fact, a pair.

Still, your soulmate is the furthest thing from your mind as you funnel people into the Victory Pit. Clerics double as security, mostly because the Guard want to watch the fights more than they want to keep people safe, and you grit your teeth trying to keep your prepared spells at the back of your mind. You have several healing spells in your mind, but a few offensive ones as well. In Victory Pits of the past, you’ve had to use them. Now, you’re just sore and aggravated with the hickey that appeared on your chest last night - that you did not receive yourself. It doesn’t bother you that whoever you’re linked to is getting lucky, but it would be nice if you didn’t have to look at the proof for the next week or so.

Someone stamps on your toe and you bite back your curse, skittering backward and colliding with someone who is cursing. “I’m sorry,” You apologize on instinct, turning and grabbing the person by the arms. You’re momentarily struck by how beautiful they are, but you’re at work. “Are you okay? I’m a cleric working in the Pit today.” They glance down at you, baubles and trinkets swinging from their gaudy horns, and you realize with a start that they're purple. It’s not that tieflings are rare in Zadash, but purple ones are. The group they’re with also has a blue tiefling, a small green halfling, and a half-orc. Truly a strange band of people.

“No, no,” The person you’d run into says, voice smoother than you’d anticipated, “I’m alright. Are you okay, darling?” They smile down at you, completely red eyes smiling with merriment as they settle their hands on your biceps in a mirror of how you’re holding them.

“Please, I ran into you,” You shake your head, “Besides, I’m working. It’s my job to make sure that you’re okay.” You give them your name, telling them to seek you out if they shall become injured.

“Oh,” They sweep you grandly underneath their arm, squishing you into the side and stepping toward their group for a few steps, “I will get painfully injured today, but I will seek you out specifically, darling. My name is Mollymauk Tealeaf, and I am fighting with the Mighty Nein. You may call me Molly, all my friends do. I am a man of many friends, and you are one of them now. Keep your eyes on me today.” He winks and then sweeps himself away with a flourish, leaving you standing and a little flustered.

After that, the Victory Pit starts faster than you anticipate. You're stationed in the Pit itself, one of the more powerful offensive clerics on the roster today when you start to put the pieces together. You're not sure why you didn't notice at first, but Mollymauk - Molly - has a lot of scars. A lot of familiar scars. You trace a particularly deep scar on your collarbone as you watch the first Pit fight and wonder. What are the odds? Could Mollymauk really be…? A horrible thought hits you, and you can feel yourself pale. He's fighting in the Victory Pit today. He's going to get hurt, which will either confirm or deny whether or not he's your soulmate but if he is… Shit, you're in for a rough day. You know that The Mighty Nein is slated for the first fight against an Otyugh. They're nasty creatures, although not really native to Zadash you've still had to heal up some rather awful sucker wounds in your time.

You're glad to see that Mollymauk holds his own in the fight, and stays far away from the Otyugh. It's hard to keep your eyes off of him with the idea that he might be your soulmate and you get the sense that he's a melee fighter more so than a magical fighter in the beginning, but then he activates his swords, and the pain blossoms in your ribs as he drags his blades along his.

There's no question now. Mollymauk Tealeaf is your soulmate. Watching the way he fights and interacts with the Nein during their fight with the Otyugh everything about the injuries you've received from your connection with him makes so much more sense. You actually find yourself… Weirdly proud of your scars, then. You've heard about the Nein, how they're swords for hire and defeated the Fey Spider in the tunnels, but still. Mollymauk seems like good people. Maybe it's naïve to hope on your part because he's your soulmate, but you'll take it until you're proven different. You've been doing things like that for most of your life, and you'll be damned if you stop now. You know you can hold your own, too, so that helps. The next fighters pass in a haze to you, as you stand ready to save someone from death the Banderhobb fight passes with no need for clerics, and the fights with the Giant Crocodile and Ice Troll are much the same.

When the Mighty Nein is back up, your senses fire to life. The next monsters are Winter Wolves, nasty creatures with powerful ranged attacks. You steady yourself against the half-wall you're stationed behind, readying yourself for whatever pain Mollymauk is about to feel. The beginning of the fight is tense, and your fellow clerics watch you curiously as your hands grip tight and relax intermittently on the wall in front of you. When one wolf whirls and releases a nasty, icy breath you heave a sigh of relief that Mollymauk wasn't hit but then the other does the same thing. You feel it more than see Mollymauk get hit, sharp shards of pain washing over your skin so intensely that your eyes roll back in your head and the only thing that keeps you from collapsing is the fervent grip on the wall. Someone lays their hands on you and you feel a swell of magic before you shake them off. "I'm fine," You grit out, "Save your spells for the competitors." Even though you could use the healing, there's a reason clerics wait in the wings at the Pit. It's very possible that someone could be on death's door before the end of the day and if they die because you wasted a spell you'd never forgive yourself.

By the time you fight the darkness from the edges of your vision, Mollymauk is delivering the killing blow to the final Winter Wolf. You're not sure how he's still standing, let alone aware of his body enough to swing his swords like they weigh nothing. Your knees practically knock together as you gather your wits, wiping a hand down your sweaty face. The trials only get harder, and one hit almost took you down. You know you should heal yourself but you're not really sure if your nightly heals affect Mollymauk and, while you have no love for the Empire, it wouldn't be fair if your heals do help him. (And, again, there's the preemptive guilt of maybe not having enough energy for a lifesaving spell. You're just too selfish to use your pearl, too, so you have to make do and conserve your energy.)

The next group comes out and whispers flitter down the row of clerics to you: Owlbears are next. They're awful creatures, nasty when there's only one but two are damn near unmanageable. You happen to know these two aren't even mated, but that hardly matters. It's going to be a bloodbath at best, and at worst there'll be a death. Reaching over the wall, you unhook the latch that keeps it connected just in case you need to rush into the field. The beast-keepers are technically supposed to be the first on the scene, but you're also technically more powerful than they are. You rarely listen to the rules at the Victory Pit, mostly because you're a Crown Cleric and not from the Temple of the Platinum Dragon.

The fight is intense and the clerics next to you barely hold you back when several members of the team go down. They have clerics on their team, yes, but it's hard to tamp down your instincts when you were practically raised by your family for clericdom. It's only when you hear the whispering chatter that the beast-keepers are gathering the magical manacles that you jump into action, flinging open your door and sprinting into the field. The gasp from the crowd barely registers in your mind as you dodge an attack, skidding underneath and stopping next to what looks more like a bloody lump of cloth than a humanoid. The beast whirls on you, but you're faster. You've cast spiritual weapon before it can strike, the air in front of you and the injured party member shimmers and then, the first thing you thought of, a replica of one of Molly's scimitars but three times the size, appears and blocks the strike.

The Owlbear reels back again, going for another, but you're right there to block it. The beast-keepers are going to get an earful from you when you're done with the Pit, but for now, you're relieved that they've managed to subdue the beast and you can focus on the fallen. They're not in great shape, and with a precursory feel of their pulse, they're incredibly close to death.

You put your hands on either side of their neck, close your eyes, and pray. It's not necessarily a religious relationship with the deity that gives you the powers you have to heal, but it's still technically a prayer. The contestant heaves a deep breath, and you can feel the life rush into them from the fold between this plane and the next. The other clerics have gotten everyone else, so you focus on your patient. They probably need two or three more spells before they’re fully stabilized, which is going to burn through either your higher energy spells or all of your lower levels. You grit your teeth as you roll your patient onto the blade of your spiritual weapon, using it as a makeshift gurney. They’re already calling for the next team as if the clerics they’ve hired aren’t already spread thin trying to keep this team from dying. The Mighty Nein are at the doors, holding them open for the clerics, and you barely catch Molly’s eyes as you bring your patient off of the Pit floor and into the waiting room. The scimitar disappears as you lay them on a cot, quickly finding the worst wounds and sealing them with magic, burning through a lot of the spells you prepared and the arcane energy that it takes to cast.

The next beasts are angry and wily - displacer beasts - so you don’t really have time to think about how Molly is lingering near you, trying to find a time to talk to you while you’re trying to keep this person from dying. You stabilize them eventually, but the scarring will be intense. There’s nothing that you can do about that with what you’ve got now. Outside you can hear the next team win against the beasts and stress begins to bundle in your shoulders at the thought of how quickly the Pit is moving. Molly is hovering over your shoulder as you step back and begin clearing the blood off of your hands, despite his group being called out once more.

“That was my sword,” He rumbles, keeping his voice down and stepping even closer to you when you turn around. You track his tail thwipping through the air behind him, either very agitated or incredibly curious. Either could be incredibly accurate, and you don’t really have enough time to parse any information from the rest of his body language.

“Yes, it was,” You want to grumble, but it comes out softer than you intended, “Sorry, but you’re being called and I have to get back to my station so that you don’t die.” Molly tries to catch your arm when you slip around him, but with a promise and a smile you turn back to face him. “Don’t fucking die out there, and then we can talk, okay?” You wish that you could tell him, warn him really, that they’re about to face a Hill Giant. An incredible creature, really, but pushed to a near unreachable limit by the beast-keepers and their prodding, angry spears and arrows. It makes you sick to your stomach, but this is your job. The Empire pays your bills and keeps you fed - they would not tolerate any dissent from you on the matter of the Victory Pit and the treatment of the creatures captured specifically for death, no matter how strong of a case you can make. Instead of telling Molly what he’s up against, you casually brush the back of your fingers against his hand and let your magic make its way into his system. He should be okay, you think, the blessings of a cleric are strong.

Making your way back to your station, you fidget with your uniform. One of your friends - using the term loosely because you’re more like coworkers - catches your sleeve as you pass him. He’s grinning, mischief in his eyes. “You’ve never given a contestant your blessings before, what’s so special about him?”

“I didn’t do anything,” You pull away from Brock, “I just told him that if he wins, we can have a conversation. That’s all.” You shoot him a pointed look and then, after glancing around to make sure nobody else is looking, a wink. Brock grins and relaxes into his station, shaking his head. You’re known to push the limits, but outright break the rules? It’s almost unheard of for you. Everyone knows you’re blessed with a soulmate and Zadash is a bustling metropolis, frequented by the sort of people who get the injuries you sometimes show up to work with. They know you’ll need to stick around to find them, so you’ve only pushed the limits the Empire gives you, not outright shoot past them. By the time you’ve found your station again, the Hill Giant is almost out onto the Pit floor, and Brock has probably figured out why you’re so soft on one particular contestant.

The giant knocks out one of the pillars, roaring so deeply it vibrates in your chest. He’s pissed, rightfully so. The spines sticking out of his body make you sick to your stomach, and you have to look away. Your eyes find the halfling that was with Molly earlier, but as she sprints off toward the human woman, you realize that she’s a goblin. An interesting myriad of people traveling together, but you’ve seen strangers come through your town. She fires off two of her bolts, missing entirely, and you watch one arc through the air and strike off of the helmet of a Guard, who yelps.

You snicker as she takes off again, and the human man fires off his magic. It’s strange to see magic come from another person, especially magic that is clearly learned and not given. It almost makes you wish that your magic was learned instead of bestowed upon you but that would mean losing Molly, who you’re already rather fond of. You’re watching the man try to keep his cool and almost miss the other tiefling casting - a giant fucking lollipop appearing out of the air, smacking the giant, and then flames rocketing out of her hands to hit him, as well. You grin when you realize she’s a cleric, too. You wonder if she has a soulmate, but it would be improper to ask.

When the giant reels back and hurls a large chunk of wall, you suck in a breath. Everything is happening so fast, and Molly… Not only will it hurt to take the hits, but he’ll get hurt. It’s not just about you, but if he goes down so will you, and then you can’t help anyone. You’re almost relieved when the giant turns toward the half-orc, but then Molly is sprinting up toward the giant’s legs, his swords out. He’s a melee fighter, getting right into the thick of it and making your skin crawl. Molly’s swords carve through the giant like butter, making you cringe because the giant is pissed, and Molly won’t have time to get away from whatever is about to happen to him.

When the giant whips around, his eyes are fully black and bleeding down his face. You’re almost certain that’s Molly’s doing, but you don’t really have time to figure it out. The giants club swings up, and then down, and before Molly hits the ground your world has gone hazy with pain and darkness.

The pain and darkness keep their hold on you for what feels like forever. You know that eventually you’ll wake up, but floating in the darkness of unconsciousness you think of Molly. Did someone heal him? Is he okay? You’ve felt the other times he’s died, the way it rips you apart inside, the way you sleep for what feels like days before you wake up. Is this the same way? Has Molly died, even for a second, and you’re left to suffer the consequences? The stories your family told you all ended with soulmates together, no longer bearing the injuries of the other, because of the love that they share and the way they give and take equally. Nobody told you stories of soulmates where one dies over and over again - or at least comes close to doing so rather regularly. You’re still floating in the abyss when you hear his voice. Molly’s voice startles you because normally it’s the deity who blessed you with magic that comes to you, reminding you that everything is going to be okay.

But this time it’s Molly. He’s saying your name, asking you to wake up so that he can see your eyes again. Faintly, as you drift closer and closer to the surface, you can feel the light tracings of fingertips against the crest of your cheekbone and the faint wisp of breath against your hair. He keeps speaking, telling you things that you’re not sure you’ll remember when you finally float to the surface.

That happens faster than normal. When your eyes finally feel light enough to open, Molly is there. He looks a little worse for wear, but you can tell he has at least one healing spell in him. When he realizes you’re awake, a large grin splits his face. “There you are, darling,” He sighs, leaning forward in his chair to be even closer to you, “Scared me for a moment there.”

“Now that I’ve found you I highly doubt that you can get rid of me, Mollymauk.” Your voice is hoarse as you push yourself up, one of Molly’s hands curling around your shoulder to help you sit up on the cot. When you’re upright he moves from the chair he had set up next to your bed to sit next to you, his entire side pressed against yours. “You are a man who is constantly in danger.”

“That I am,” He leans against you, his horn pressing into the side of your head but you don’t mind. He’s warm and nice. The aches in your body numb a little bit just by being near him, but Molly seems like he has a bit of an ego so you don’t mention that. “Do you know why we feel each other this way?”

“Have you heard of soulmates, Molly?” You drop your voice to a whisper and turn your face to him, your lips pressed against his lavender forehead, “My family has legends of them, given to clerics to help them become the best healers they can be. Pushed to their limits by the other’s injuries, but also filled with an overwhelming need to be good enough. To have enough power. To protect, and love, and heal.” You kiss his forehead, hoping it’s not too bold, and let one of your last healing spells flow through his body. The last one you cast on yourself.

“It’s rotten work to love me, darling.” Molly finally says, one hand searching yours out, “But I do feel much better having met you. I feel connected, loved.”

“It’s not rotten work to love you, Molly. I’ve loved you for a long time, and I do not plan on stopping now.” You kiss his forehead again and his head turns, his own lips pressing against the side of your neck as he sighs, “Perhaps your work is not done in Zadash, but it should be soon.” You drop your voice to a conspiratorial whisper so that only Molly can hear you, “War is coming, Mollymauk. You, The Mighty Nein… You should run before you’re conscripted to fight.”

“And you?” He asks, red eyes never leaving yours as he pulls you impossibly closer, “What about you?”

“I… I’ll come with you, if you’ll have me.” You watch the shock flicker across his face for a brief moment, but then it settles into something that you can’t find a name for. “But if not, you don’t have to worry about me. I won’t be conscripted to be a War Cleric, not at first. They’ll take the clerics from the temples before they take me.”

Molly caresses the side of your face with his other hand, a small and hesitant smile playing on his face. “Darling, of course, I’ll have you. The Nein will, too. We’re meant to be together, after all.”

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Previous Chapter : Going Dark - Part 1

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Going Dark - Part 2

John "Soap" MacTavish

London, United Kingdom

Soap never knew that the bloody guy would pull that trick off his sleeve. He's been sick of the same ringing he first experienced when they went out with Francine.

So he did what he could and quickly got up to his feet as soon as he saw Alex attempt to halt the hostage on his tracks. That bastard's going to pay for stomping on Alex like that.

With comms down once again, he had to act fast, stomping down the stairs, never leaving sight of the runner. He could sense someone following him and assumed it's any of Roach, Price or Jack. And it looked like Ghost caught wind of what happened too.

"Oi! Let's flank him!" Soap roared across the empty streets as Ghost and Roach split ways and ran toward their target.

They're not kidding when they said the Shadow Company is at par with the 141, the guy ran like a horse which Soap never expected from his build. He could see Ghost and Roach sprinting from his sides, one wrong turn and he's done for, but he still had one last trick.

He raced to the emergency stairs as his heavy feet clanged against the metal. Soap followed, optimizing the steps on edges to gain on him. Going up the rooftops was his biggest mistake.

"Bollocks, he's still running!" he announced as he felt his ears crackling.

"Well…. st….by…. do….airs.." His earpiece crackled through the static. It's recovering but they're already far off MacMillan's truck where their line connected.

He leaped. Soap almost stopped in his tracks as the runner courageously leapt across the huge gap and rolled on to the next building. He braced himself and continued dashing across the roof and did a mighty leap, his arms circled like he was swimming and he carefully placed his feet to perform a proper land and rolled.

That's going to hurt as soon as the adrenaline fades, but he quickly got up and made use of his remaining burst of energy.

The runner stopped in his tracks as soon as Roach emerged from the opposite fire escape, raising a pistol pointed straight at him as he raised his hand in surrender.

"Nowhere to run now." Roach said, cautiously walking near him. He's aware that his phone is still inside his pocket and that they had no idea when it'll go off again.

He didn't talk, but he looked panicked. He was sweating all over and his face was beyond recognizable. It looked like he's out of options.

"Tell us Where Shepherd is…" Gary pointed the loaded gun on his head, the desperation in Gary's eyes were obvious.

"There's an abandoned plane graveyard near Afghanistan…" he whimpered. His voice was shaky enough to warrant the truth.

"What's he doing there?" Soap added.

"He's trading the blueprints for the I.P. Address… Please that's all I know" he begged and they quickly left the place, walking back to MacMillan's car.

"You got something?" Ghost asked as soon as Roach's feet landed on the dark alley.

"A place. In Afghanistan." Roach answered.

"And he also had the I.P. Address.." Soap added.

"But that's impossible… didn't Samantha already forget about it?" Ghost asked but there was a quiet pause. Their brains almost looked like working together.

"Holy Crap." Roach finally broke the silence.

And from that moment they realized the other reason behind Samantha's memory returning. One way or another, her memories were once again toyed with.

"So how was it?" Price asked the team that ran off to chase the runner.

"We got an address. An abandoned plane yard in Afghanistan." Roach replied. Soap turned to Alex as he sat at the back of the jeep tending to his wound.

"You okay mate?" he asked walking close to his ally, who was wincing in pain.

"The guy's boots are heavy." He chuckled and so did Soap.

"Listen, Alex. We heard that Shepherd has the I P. address, did Samantha tell you anything about remembering it?" Soap asked as the whole team fell silent and turned to the two.

"Not really. What's bothered me is that she remembers everything except after when Shepherd explained his plans to her… Could it be that…" Alex trailed.

"She remembered because they undid their operation on her…" Jack continued. The whole group stood in silence.

Price's phone rang and delivered them with more bad news. It looked like while chasing the runner, Shepherd had caught wind of their activity and had some of London police scour the nearby streets for them.

"Da, It's time to go, my comrades." Nikolai announced as soon as Price relayed the message. Their ride home was compromised.

"Where to?" He asked.

"I know a place." Soap said.

TRAIN STATION

It looked like Soap's hunch was right. None of the people onboard to Scotland mind about the faces of the fugitives flashed on the news recently.

Their day packs had reserved clothes and they opted to change to something more civilian. Soap could smell the fabric conditioner France used to wash his newly bought clothes and couldn't help but miss her. If they weren't on a rush, Soap could've topped up for international calls.

"How long is this trip? 7 hours?" Price asked a civilian with surprised expressions.

"Wow. It's like a plane ride, but I'm still in the same country!" Jack cackled at the idea. He does have a different sense of humor. Just as Alex described him.

The rest of the team took this time to rest, they sat on the emptiest part of the train, away from the people that might recognize them and report their presence.

"I've contacted Samantha. It looks like they're having a small problem over there." Alex said.

"Someone saw one of us fugitives and tried to get inside the house to claim his bounty. At first they just talked him off but he's persistent now. So they decided to fly to our location and regroup there. And Soap, where exactly are we going?" Alex asked. Soap took a careful look around his team and felt nervous about his decision.

"Our old house. In Scotland. It's far off civilization. I think no one would look for us there." he muttered, gaining a nod from Price and Jack. Soap sighed in relief as soon as they thought of it as a good idea. Roach actually felt excited despite having to go there by train for seven hours. He immediately made that decision a few minutes ago without anyone's approval, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Hey, you three… Thanks for chasing that runner while we were out. Go catch some sleep. We'll watch over this train. It's going to be a long trip." Price nudged and Jack nodded. Soap gave a pair of earbuds to Price, the old man immediately looked at him with question.

"What's this? A hearing aid?" Price asked.

"Our runner wore that so it might be the reason he wasn't affected by his own blast." He muttered before crossing his arms.

"Thanks, mate. I'll let someone have a look at this." Price nodded and Jack immediately inserted with a suggestion.

"I know someone near Glasgow. A close friend of mine."

"That's great. He's closer." Price agreed and Soap slowly drifted himself asleep, trying to rest his tired legs all while also trying not to worry about Francine.

GLASGOW, SCOTLAND

The never shifting scenery of the road home sent John MacTavish into a little nostalgia trip. The sound of trains screeching across the station reminded him of so many things from the past. The road they're walking along now was the same road he's walked on everyday of his life, and now after a lot of years, he can't believe he's back.

"I don't see anything nearby, are you sure we're not lost Soap?" Roach asked.

"We aren't. The house is just obstructed by the trees. They've grown taller since I last left." he replied enthusiastically. He looked obviously excited to see his home.

As soon as they reached the short curve, a huge cream-painted house greeted them from the distance. He could hear Alex and Roach's collective oohs and aahs every step they took closer.

"When you said old, I was really expecting it to be abandoned." Roach mused.

"It is, actually. My parents are off… somewhere else." he replied leading the way inside the house. The pool was already dirty and most weeds already outgrew the fences.

Soap pushed the huge wooden double door open and was greeted by the same visage of their entrance way back when he was a kid. Same pictures hung on the walls of his adventures as a kid up to the recent photo of his graduation. His mom was always proud of him no matter what, but he couldn't forget the way she looked at him once he chose to enlist to the riskiest job ever.

The rest of the team helped themselves to discovering the inside of the house, looking at photos, sitting on the couches and grabbing a glass of water. Soap quickly gave them a tour of the house and that they're free to pick a guest room of their choice. It was appropriate that they'd feel comfortable after a tough day.

"Nice place you got here, comrade. Why'd you give this all up for a life that's always hanging on the ledge?" Nikolai asked, tapping his shoulder.

"I don't even know." he muttered and Nikolai chuckled, making his way to the living room. The team was quick to adapt to the place. Roach and Ghost already chose their rooms and he assumed they already attempted to recover while the three older men gathered around the television and watched the news. Alex was by the telephone, probably contacting Samantha. He wanted to check on France himself, so he planned to go to his room and make a call.

"The New York attack stopped." Price discussed with Nikolai and Jack, the three began speculating about a lot of things. Soap would love to join in the conversation but he decided to update on Francine first.

His room looked the same as when he left, the same shade of blue wallpaper, the same color sheets that were changed weekly and the same things on top of his bedside drawer.

Dialing her number, which he subconsciously memorized, he immediately placed the receiver on his ear and anxiously waited for her to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" her voice sounded different over the phone, but it still sent shivers across his spine as soon as he heard it.

"Hey. It's me." he replied.

"Angelo?" she asked, her voice almost sounded like she's fighting herself not to laugh.

"It's John."

"I know, silly. Who would mistake you for anyone else with that accent." she retorted.

"Do ya like it?" he teased, making sure he emphasized his Scottish accent well.

"Why'd you call?" She changed the topic. She wasn't budging on his teasing, but he knew she's already blushing on the other side of the line.

"Did Price give you the landing coordinates?" he asked.

"Yeah. Maxine looked it up on the map. It looks like a shady house in the middle of nowhere. Who are you?" she joked.

"Great. I'll see you here. I-" he hesitated. He wanted to tell her how much he misses her. But even with his oozing confidence, he felt like chickening out this time.

"Yeah. We're on our way. Take care out there John." She said and dropped the call. Soap sighed and plopped himself on his bed, deeply sighing at his actions. This girl was making him crazy… and the funny thing is he's all fine with it.

Next Chapter : Going Dark - Part 3

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thenamesseven · 3 years

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Plot: Yeonjun was tired of not being able to do things normal couples could do with you so when he has the opportunity to sneak out and visit the Christmas market downtown, he doesn’t hesitate to do it and drag you with him.

Word count: 4.7k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None just fluff and a lot of cheesy stuff!

Pairing: Yeonjun x fem!reader

A/N: THIS IS FINALLY FINISHEEEED!! This oneshot was made for @key201303 for a Christmas game I did with the network @kafenetwork, thank you so much for letting me participate in this, I really had fun! ^^

Yeonjun couldn’t help but smile softly when he opened the door that guided into the hotel room he had been sharing with you since you arrived to the United States. Seeing you laying on the bed, hidden underneath a bunch of blankets and surrounded by all the pillows you had, the idol suddenly felt lucky, mentally asking himself how he had been able to conquist the heart of somebody as amazing as you were.

It wasn’t easy to date somebody like him for you. The amount of attention he was getting the more famous he got was way out of your comfort zone, he had been afraid to approach you at first because of your shy and timid nature but he lowkey loved the way you fidgeted and blushed whenever the two of you talked. Nobody really had much hope in your relationship though, everyone thought you were too different, your lives were complete opposites and whoever knew you, doubted you would be able to stand the pressure you would have to deal with if your relationship went public.

However, against all odds, Yeonjun succeeded in asking you out months later after your first encounter and since that day, he had been trying his hardest to make you feel like the most special yet happiest girl in the universe. It wasn’t easy, things didn’t come out as well as he wanted every single time, sometimes his schedule got in the way, sometimes your studies did and sometimes it was simply his fame that got between the two of you but he always found a way to make you smile, there was not one day your boyfriend failed to make your heart flutter.

More than once, Yeonjun found himself thinking about it and it ended up making him feel guilty, no matter how many times you’ve reassured him, stating that your relationship was perfect the way it was, the ugly truth of him not being able to give you the things a normal boyfriend could give his girlfriend still roamed the back of his mind. For example, now that Christmas was getting closer, Yeonjun knew he wouldn’t be able to walk around town with you, holding hands as you searched for presents and made good memories together. He wouldn’t be able to run down the streets when it started snowing, dodging people to not bump into somebody, he just wouldn’t be able to visit the mall and hold your hand as you dragged him into store after store without a bunch of securities guards around you, making sure he wouldn’t get hurt.

He wanted to give you that. Even if it was for one night.

You deserved it.

“Yeonjunie?” His heart almost melted when you poked your head out of your blanket fortress to see him standing on the door, leaning against its frame as he watched you. The smile that curved his lips simply made you fall for him all over again. “What are you doing there?” You sat up on the bed, keeping the blankets around your body, patting the empty space beside you so he would join you there “How did the interview go?”

This was your first time travelling with him, Yeonjun and you had been dating for almost two years and were already considering moving in together so it would be easier to spend more time with each other. You knew there would still be days when Yeonjun would have to stay till really late in the studio or you would have to spend most of the night up, locked in a room preparing for one of your exams but if living together meant you would be able to spend five more minutes with him every single day, then you wanted to do it.

Before his Christmas break, TXT had scheduled their early debut in America and Yeonjun, being the clingy boyfriend he was, had used every single bit of his time to convince you -and his boss- to fly with the band to the new continent. You hadn’t hesitated to accept the offer though, hearing the company was alright with it was incredibly surprising and you knew this was a chance you simply couldn’t miss. All your exams were done already and classes had ended, besides sharing a room for the first time would kind of simulate how living together would be.

“Not going to lie, it was kind of awkward” He admitted with a boyish smile, sitting besides you onto the bed and crossing his legs. His eyes lazily dragged to the television placed in front of you as his head landed on your shoulder, getting comfortable besides you “Soobin and Taehyun did most of the talking”

“Mhm? What about you?” You asked looking down at him curiously, bringing your hand up to poke his cheek, Yeonjun shrugged at your question, eyes still on the television where one of those cheesy christmas movies was being played. You had been watching these kind of movies for the entire evening but never got tired of it no matter how cliche or silly they were. You were a sucker for romance films.

“My mind was somewhere else” He confessed looking down at you, smiling when your eyes met. Your cheeks turned slightly pink at his sudden confession, not having expected that at all. “I was thinking of you all bundled up in this bed, watching these boring movies by yourself and how much you must have missed me” His smile turned into a smirk and even though he was kind of right, you would never give him that satisfaction. Rolling your eyes, you pushed him back, making him lay down and away from you, stealing some chuckles from his lips.

“Oh yeah, I missed you so much” You scoffed, fighting hard to keep the urge of laughing back as you felt him moving behind you. His long legs spread to position your body in between them and his arms easily surrounded your figure, allowing him to give you a back hug. Yeonjun’s blue hair tickled your cheek as he rested his chin on your shoulder “What’s gotten into you today?” You asked, turning your body to look back at him.

“Just missed being like this with you, I’ve been working non-stop since we got here” He said looking at you, a small pout forming on his lips "And I was hoping we would do something together, something we can't do back in Korea"

You frowned, not really following where your boyfriend was leading the conversation to. The things the two of you could do were very limited thanks to his fame, not that it bothered you, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you accepted going out with Yeonjun, so that’s why you didn’t understand what he was thinking of exactly.

“And what is that exactly?” You asked curiously, completely ignoring the television now to keep your eyes on his.

His boyish smile turned even brighter when you didn’t reject his advances, his excitement bubbling up “How about we go out?” He asked quietly, almost as if he was afraid that somebody would hear his intentions “I saw an arcade nearby on my way here, we could just go and play some games” He proposed, resting his cheek on your shoulder “But I also saw there is some kind of christmas market downtown, let’s go check it out, it will be fun”

You wanted to, there was no point in denying that his excitement was contagious and that you felt like checking the place out but you were also a bit worried about the consequences your sneaking out adventure could bring him. The company was surely not happy about your relationship with Yeonjun even though they hadn't made the two of you break up in order to protect themselves from a scandal, Yeonjun would surely be scolded if they ever find out about what you did and it would automatically involve Soobin for not paying enough attention to the group as the leader. The fact that he could get hurt was also there, holding you back from accepting his offer, despite Yeonjun not being as equally famous here as he was in Korea, there was no doubt fangirls would run after him if they were given the chance to. You had to recognize this little excursion had more bad outcomes than good ones.

Knowing what was going through your mind exactly, Yeonjun didn't even wait for you to answer his question before he stood up from the bed, looking around the hotel room before his eyes landed back down on you.

"Let's go" He suddenly said, reaching down to grab your arm and pulling you out of bed.

However his plan to suddenly run away backfired when you stepped on the blanket that had been covering you and tripped thanks to him, falling down onto the floor with a loud thud. Yeonjun flinched, looking down at you with an apologetic smile, ignoring the way you glared at him from the floor as he rushed to your suitcase.

“Get rid of that pijama and dress comfortably”

“Yeonjun” You warned, still sitting on the floor as you looked at him

“Listen to me, let’s just do this” He said, throwing your clothes everywhere as he searched for something, hitting you right on the face when he threw your jeans over his head along with one of your oversized jumpers.

“Yeonjunie” You tried, whining as you looked at his back.

“If we get out in five minutes, we’ll be able to sneak out in the security’s shift change” The amount of details he had taken into account to make this possible made you arch an eyebrow, incredibly surprised by him. This was not a sudden occurrence, Yeonjun had planned this.

“YEONJUN!” You screamed willing to stop his rant

“WHAT?” He screamed back, suddenly turning around to look at you with your shoes in his hand and your scarf around his neck “WHY ARE YOU STILL WEARING THAT? GET CHANGED!”

“Breathe” You said looking down at him, standing up with your clothes gathered in your arms so he could start feeling less anxious “Do you realize in how much trouble we’ll get if they find out we’re gone?”

“I don’t care” Yeonjun replied with an ecstatic smile on his lips “Get dressed”

The two of you couldn’t stop laughing as you ran down the almost deserted road and away from the hotel where you were staying. Yeonjun had been totally right about the shift change from the guards and the hall where the TXT’s rooms were situated hadn’t been watched for a good ten minutes. Nobody, not even the guys, knew you were out of your room and they hopefully wouldn’t notice until you came back later that night.

“I can’t believe we did it” You said chucking, slowing your pace down as you turned your head to look back at him. Yeonjun intertwined your fingers, stopping his running too as he suddenly pulled you closer to his body, smirking as soon as your faces were merely centimeters away. “You’re insane” You whispered, looking up into his eyes.

This was probably one of the few times you’ve seen Yeonjun being this happy, the glint in his eyes told you he was already having the time of his life.

"You're right" He agreed with a playful smirk on his face "I'm absolutely insane for you"

Your heart stopped beating at the sound of his words. Since the first day you started dating, Yeonjun has had the ability to make you feel as shy as you felt the first time the both of you met. Maybe it was because of his enchanting smile, or the way his eyes lit up when they met yours or how your heart skipped a beat when his nose scrunched up in pure happiness but your boyfriend simply made you fall in love with him all over again every single day you spent by his side.

"What? You're not going to say you love me too?" He asked teasingly, rubbing his nose against yours affectionately.

"I think we've been watching too many dramas together" You teased back, laughing when he groaned, not letting you move away from him.

"Come on, I just got out of the hotel knowing that if I get caught I'll get the scolding of my life for you" He said smirking, pressing small pecks on the corners of your lips "The least you can do is profess your eternal love for me"

"Oh Yeonjun-ah" You said dramatically, bowing your head "Thank you for sneaking out if the hotel to spend some time with a mere mortal like me" Even though those words weren't the ones he wanted to hear exactly, Yeonjun couldn't help but laugh, throwing his head back amused.

"Just kiss me already, idiot" He insisted with a small grin, looking down at you, straight into your eyes.

Rolling yours, you finally gave into his wants -which were also yours- and went to close the small distance between your faces, craving to feel the warmth of his lips against yours already. However, as soon as your lips were about to touch, a driver that was passing by, honk their claxon at the two of you, whistling and cheering with his friends at the small romantic scene Yeonjun and you were starring in the middle of the street.

The sudden public appreciation made the two of you shy and instead of kissing you, Yeonjun just rested his forehead against yours, letting out a quiet chuckle as he closed his eyes.

"Why doesn't the world want me to kiss you?" He asked quietly, still smiling through his words.

"Screw the world, I just care about you"

Surprising him, you grabbed the front of his hoodie and pulled him towards you, making your lips meet in a rushed kiss. Yeonjun couldn't help but smile and you giggled against his lips, shivering coldly when his hands reached up to cup one of your cheeks, caressing your soft skin gently.

After a few seconds of just kissing each other, refusing to be the one to break the moment, Yeonjun ended up pulling away "Are we moving or we're just going to make out in this shady street?" He asked playfully, refusing to move his lips away from yours, letting them brush against your lips with every single word he said. His eyes opened, watching your features curiously yet amusedly.

"Let's go, we've got an entire Christmas market to explore"

When you got to the place where the event was being held, there was no point in denying anxiety was starting to get to you, there were a lot of people around and there was no doubt that somebody from the crowd would surely recognize your famous boyfriend if the cap he was wearing fell down.

Yeonjun fixed his cap, lowering it a bit more so it would cover most of his blue hair and his eyes, his hand squeezing yours to reassure you that everything would be alright. He wasn't worried about himself but the fact that if fans started gathering around him, you would also be trapped in the middle of that nightmare with him and the last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt.

"Maybe it's better if we go back to the hotel?" He suddenly asked, the thought of you getting hurt being too much for him to handle.

You looked up at him confused yet surprised, after how far you’ve got he wanted to return to your room? "What?" You asked as if you hadn't heard him correctly, frowning softly, intertwining your fingers tighter "But you wanted to take a look, right?" You asked again, turning your body so you would be facing him.

"I don't want you to be trapped with me if someone recognizes me" He confessed, feeling a little fidgety yet shy at the sudden confession. Yeonjun shrugged when you kept watching him in pure awe, kind of fidgety under your unwavering gaze.

“It’s alright, nobody will recognize you” You muttered, pulling his hand as you stepped closer into the market, noticing he was feeling even more nervous.

“You sure?” He asked looking down at you, squeezing your hand even tighter.

“Let’s get some waffles!” You pulled his hand tightly, ignoring his last question and Yeonjun, unable to say no to you when you had that childish yet incredibly beautiful expression on your face ended up following you into the market, praying everything would turn out fine.

“I can’t believe we wasted so much money in a waffle” He muttered, walking away from the little stand as you bit down onto the nutella waffle he had just bought for you. It was true, it had been ridiculously expensive but seeing how happy you were eating it made it totally worth it.

“Shut up, you could buy the entire stand if you wanted to” You said amused, groaning satisfied when the warm sweet flavor overwhelmed your paladar. “This is so good, try it” You pushed the waffle in his direction and Yeonjun couldn’t help but laugh when he saw you had gotten some nutella onto your nose.

“Can you stop sticking your nose into our food?” He asked jokingly, using a tissue to get rid of the sticky chocolate stain on your skin before he leaned closer to take a bite from it.

“Our food?” You asked shocked, watching him take a huge bite from your waffle “Hey! You might as well eat the rest of it!” You scolded with a pout, trying hard not to smile when he just chuckled after swallowing your food “Not letting you take another bite”

“Oh come on, I want some more” Yeonjun whined, wrapping his arms around you from behind so he could keep you close to him and avoid you walking away. “Please babe?” He asked, using the petname, knowing that would make you feel weaker against his advances.

“Nope” You shook your head, firm on your decision.

“Please, please, please, my loooove” Yeonjun added in a cute voice, leaving a thousand kisses on your cheek until you started giggling in his arms once again, absolutely melting against him.

“Fine, whatever, take another bite” You said trying to sound angry but laughing in the end.

Yeonjun smiled satisfied with your answer, leaning his head over your shoulder so he could still take a bite from behind you without having to unwrap his arms from you. The side of his head rested comfortably against yours, his body slowly rocking to the beat of the christmas carols that played in the background. So far, nobody seemed to be paying attention to any of you and Yeonjun was glad the two of you could feel like a normal couple for once.

“We should buy another one on our way back to the hotel” He proposed, watching you eat the last bite with a smile on his face, his head leaning down instinctively to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Didn’t you say it was too expensive?” You asked tilting your head back so you could look at him

“I never said I was paying for it” He replied, smirking, making you roll your eyes and break free from the comfort of his arms.

“You’re….”

“Amazing, cute, adorable, absolutely handsome, sexy?” He asked lowly, his deep voice turning your cheeks slightly pink. Yeonjun smiled at your reaction and you shook your head.

“An idiot” You finished before walking away, amused when you heard him whining and complaining behind you.

The two of you started walking around, looking at all the different stalls and seeing the things they sold apart from buying more food for the two of you. The atmosphere was fantastic and being able to walk downtown with Yeonjun like you were doing right now felt incredibly domestic yet it somehow felt like one of the best dates the two of you ever had. Walking while holding hands, drinking hot chocolate and just joking with each other would be your ideal date from now on.

Unfortunately, the time to go back approached and even when the two of you wanted to spend more time out, stay there for a little longer, you knew you should go back to the hotel before someone ended up realizing Yeonjun and you had sneaked out without any security. You loved him and you would hate yourself if he got in trouble just to please you.

“Wait” Yeonjun suddenly stopped walking, stopping right in front of the gigantic Christmas tree that had been placed in the middle of the square. The sight of his face adorned with the colorful lights of the tree made you smile, he looked so cute, so handsome...It made you realize all over again that you were truly lucky to have such a boyfriend “I bought you a present”

Your brain took a few seconds to process what he had just said, you were surprised and shocked to say the least “You did?” You asked curiously, kind of feeling bad for not buying anything for him “You could have said something and I would have also got you one” You said pouting but he shook his head, pulling you a bit closer to him so you would hear him perfectly over the sounds of the music and people talking that surrounded you.

“I know dating someone like me isn’t easy” He started off, his smile fading a little when his eyes met yours “Like yeah, having a famous boyfriend must be cool and all of that” He joked, making you smile “But I know for sure that you sometimes wish we could do things we normally can’t do, like what we did today” Yeonjun squeezed your hand when you shook your head, wanting to reassured him but he kept talking “I’ve never really said this out loud but after this trip I realized it might be important for you to hear it because you are the most important person in my life” Your heart skipped a beat at the seriousness of his voice, his words making you tear up a little “Like, I can’t believe almost a year ago I was afraid to talk to you and now we’re travelling all around the world together”

“Thank God I approached you first” You interrupted jokingly, rolling your eyes, making him laugh

“I thank God for that every single day, trust me” Yeonjun said wrapping one of his arms around your torso, keeping your body against him, making the moment even more intimate between the two of you “I want to thank you for being there in my hardest days, for giving me support when I most needed it and for accompanying me even when I push you away when stress gets to me” You shook your head again, feeling a tear roll down your cheek “Things aren’t always easy for us but you’re such a strong person….We wouldn’t have gotten this far if it wasn’t for you...I wouldn’t have gotten this far if it wasn’t for you” He said resting his forehead against yours, smiling even though you were starting to cry even harder at his words “So yeah, thank you for staying by my side, for standing my annoying ass and for being my number one fan no matter what….Thank you for loving me”

You opened your mouth to say something but Yeonjun shut you up with a soft kiss, not letting you say anything yet since he wasn’t really done with his little speech “And that’s why I bought you this” Excitedly, he took out a Santa Claus’ hat, making you laugh when you saw the small present he had bought for you “I want you to have this through every Christmas we spend together as a memory of this moment” Yeonjun let go of your hand to reach out and put on the hat, smiling widely when he saw how cute you looked with it on your head “Of the night we sneaked out and finally had a normal date for once” He added chuckling, making you giggle “Of the night I said I want to spend the rest of my Christmas by your side”

Without saying anything else, Yeonjun leaned down to seal his words with the sweetest and most wonderful kiss the two of you ever shared in your lives.

Running down the hall, you couldn’t help but keep laughing when you should be dead silent so nobody would notice Yeonjun and you running down the hall. Right when you were almost in your room, Yeonjun spotted one of the security guards walking towards the direction you were and pulled you into the staircase, almost making you drop the waffles the two of you were still eating on your way back.

“Dude!” You whispered shouted, hitting his chest for almost ruining your favourite jumper with a Nutella bath.

“Ow!” Yeonjun complained, frowning as he looked at you “He’s coming this way, shut up, shut up!” He said panicking, pushing you harder against the wall as if the two of you could magically camouflage like chameleons did when they were scared.

“Yeah, everyone answered when I knocked on their door except Yeonjun, maybe he is asleep?” The bodyguard asked into the walkie talkie as he walked towards the elevator “I’ll check on Soobin and then come back to his room with a key”

Yeonjun’s and your eyes opened as wide as plates and your boyfriend started running down the hall at light speed as soon as the bodyguard headed down another hall. “Come on, come on, come on” He muttered, frantically patting his pockets when he arrived at your door. As soon as he found the key, Yeonjun opened it and gently pushed you inside, closing it as quietly yet as fast as he could.

“What do I do with the waffles?” You asked panicking, whispering as he ran around, already undoing the bed sheets to jump inside.

“Hide them!” Yeonjun said turning around to look at you from the bed

“No way, are you Sherlock Holmes?” You asked rolling your eyes “Where do I hide them Yeonjun? Under the freaking bed?”

“Just put them somewhere, they won’t check the bathroom!”

You ran inside the bathroom and left the waffles there before rushing back into the room seeing Yeonjun was already laying under the blankets. The two of you giggled when you slid besides him, instantly laying on your side, being the big spoon and letting Yeonjun be the small one this time. You barely had time to pull the bedsheets over you before a couple of bodyguards poked their heads inside, their eyes instantly laying on the two of you sleeping there.

“Is she wearing a hat?” One of them whispered, his voice sounding confused.

“She is” The other one replied chuckling, you felt Yeonjun burying his face into the pillow to not start laughing himself too when he realized you had forgotten to take it off “Hey, it’s their way to celebrate Christmas together, that’s cute”

“I guess it is” You heard them stepping out of the room communicating through the walkie talkie, Yeonjun was safe and sound inside his bed, sleeping like a baby besides his girlfriend.

The two of you started laughing quietly as soon as they walked away, placing your hands onto your stomach as tears of happiness rolled down your cheeks. The two of you were almost breathless when your laughter finally died down, turning your head to meet his eyes again.

“If you get the waffles from the bathroom I’ll love you forever” Yeonjun said happily, making you groan obviously disliking his words.

“No, you get them” You replied pushing him gently, successfully kicking Yeonjun out of the bed.

“I hate you” He said glaring at you as he walked to the bathroom

“You love me” You said giggling when he walked back out, holding the two waffles.

“I guess you’re right” He admitted sitting besides you, rolling his eyes, acting all confident as if he hadn’t poured his heart out for you a few seconds ago.

“YoU’rE tHe MoSt ImPoRtAnT pErSoN iN My LiFe” You mocked smirking, laughing when he pushed you away from him. “I love you too idiot” You replied, watching him going from pouty puppy to a huge bright smile

“I love you more Miss Claus” Yeonjun replied, making the two of you giggle, pecking your lips before he handed you your waffle “I love you more”

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Starker Smut: Spilled Lemonade

This was a fic I was writing for an event last summer (prompt was lemonade) but hadn’t finished in time so it was gathering dust 😅 Finally got it done so it’s my first offering in my 3k celebration. 😊

Summary: Peter’s a good omega. He takes care of his daddy and daddy takes care of him. They have such a good relationship but he’s glad that he gets to choose his own mate and not his father. Or so Peter thinks until one of his friends, another omega, comes sniffing around his alpha.

Notes/Warnings: intersex omega, unspecified age but probably high schoolish?, incest, normalized sex in public, jealousy, hole spanking, creampie, one sided Harley/Tony

WC: 6734

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It was 3 AM when Peter carefully snuck out of his daddy's bed.

The older alpha's arm was like dead weight across his belly but with a little wiggling, Peter was able to squeeze himself out. His entire body was aching, mainly his thighs and wrist, but overall, it was a lot better than usual.

Plus, with his daddy asleep, he was able to sneak himself some cookies as a reward for being a good omega. He had a whole bowl of them and a tall glass of milk as he went to soak in the jacuzzi.

He knew he should've showered off the mess before getting into the jacuzzi… There was alpha come and omega slick wetting his thighs, but he allowed himself to be bad just this once.

His daddy, Tony Stark, was going through one of his quarterly ruts. Peter, being his only son and an omega, was helping him through it.

At least, it was summer vacation so he didn't have to miss out on school. He was one of the top students and while missing a few classes wouldn't have cost him anything, the homework would've been annoying to catch up on.

His daddy's ruts took up a lot of his time and he needed to be present whenever his father fell into a mood. Ruts were normally two to three days of intense sexual frenzy with an alpha fucking an omega and breeding them up… But between father and son, Tony never took him in that manner.

No, all Peter did was… help.

He was happy to help and while the beginning was rough because of his inexperience, Peter was much better at it now. He knew just how to relieve his poor daddy, whether it was sucking on the alpha's cock or jacking him off with his hands…

Or there were times where Tony just needed a soft, pliant body to rub his cock against… Peter didn't mind stretching out on his tummy, legs spread while his daddy rutted his thick alpha cock against his ass or maybe between his round, soft cheeks… Sometimes, between his thighs.

It felt nice, after all.

What they did really depended on his alpha's mood, but they never went beyond that. Peter was still a virgin and his daddy was a perfect alpha gentleman, never pushing for more even when he was in a rut. He touched Peter's ass and his pussy plenty of times to return the favor but he'd never actually put his cock inside of Peter's holes, aside from his mouth.

He loved his daddy and his daddy loved him. Things were simple and they both got something out of it.

He had just taken a bite of his third cookie when his father walked in.

He hadn't bothered to put anything on. Clothing, even those of the finest quality, tended to irritate an alpha's oversensitive skin while they were in a rut.

It took two lazy, confident strides for Tony to reach the jacuzzi and one small sigh before he joined Peter in the warm water.

The smaller omega should've expected it but he still squeaked when his daddy picked him up and settled him on his lap.

"Dad…" Peter complained when Tony nipped the cookie from his very fingers.

The alpha's cock was settled against his ass, previously soft but rapidly swelling once the feel and scent of an omega reached his nose.

Peter bit his lip but like a dutiful omega, he shifted in place so that it could poke between his thighs instead of rub against his ass. He shuddered when the thick length slipped against his pussy.

"Do you think it'll be done in time for my pool party?" Peter asked while he started to stroke it with one hand.

Tony grunted in reply, leaning back against the jacuzzi wall as he let his son work him over. For his father, verbal replies were a bit harder to give during rut.

"Yeah," Tony grunted softly, "Tonight."

Peter smiled and let go of his daddy's cock. Before the alpha could protest, he got on his knees and started to rub it against himself. His actions were met with another grunt and a large hand settling on his hip to help keep him steady.

It didn't take his daddy long to release and Peter himself moaned when he felt the alpha's knot fill beneath his hands.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Tony murmured when he pulled Peter close, kissing his forehead.

"You're welcome, daddy," Peter chirped back.

He nuzzled against the alpha and relished the close bond they had.

It was as Tony said.

His rut ended that night so Peter was looking forward to the next few days of recovery. He contacted all his friends to confirm that they'd be attending his pool party and made sure that those who needed picking up would have a driver sent to them.

It wasn't a big party but it had all his closest friends and some of the members of his school decathlon team. No one could refuse a party that was being held at the Stark residence.

Good food, good music, good company.

Peter had only been concerned that his daddy's rut would make it difficult for him to set up. But now that it was done and over with, all plans were moving full speed for the weekend.

Then… Then a thing happened, a thing that Peter wasn't particularly happy about.

He was over at Ned's house, MJ listening to music in the background. It was right after his dad's rut had finished so he still smelled strongly of his father. Not that that was a problem.

He was his daddy's only omega so how else was his father supposed to get through his rut?

It wasn't a big deal but as soon as the third of their friend group arrived, it was called out in an entirely strange way.

Harley Keener had transferred to their school a year ago. He was a loud and obnoxious omega who didn't let any alphas, school or otherwise, scent him despite not having an alpha father around.

Peter had known about Harley's crush on his daddy since the very beginning but he never paid it much mind. Plenty of omegas had crushes on his father but none of them were so brazen and bold about it in front of Peter.

"Is your dad gonna mate you?" Harley bluntly asked, making Peter sputter into the coke he was drinking.

MJ threw a pillow at him but Harley remained undeterred as he stared at Peter with intense blue eyes.

"What– Why would you even ask that?" Peter demanded once he recovered. "Who asks that kind of question?"

Peter's reaction seemed to satisfy Harley for some reason. He went back to idly writing down something in his notebook.

"You smell like him," Harley pointed out like it wasn't obvious. "Usually that means your alpha wants to keep you for himself."

"Or," Peter emphasized, "my dad just had a rut and needed me to help him. It's not a crime to help my alpha when he needs me."

Harley frowned a bit. "He could always ask another omega…"

Peter rolled his eyes and answered, "Dad's too busy to go chasing around omegas. He didn't even ask me the first time. I found him working through it while he was in the lab."

"I always thought he'd mate you, too," Ned pipped up.

"That's… stupid," Peter pulled a face at his best friend. "I just– I love my dad but not… Not like that. And he hasn't mentioned mating either so… So, I'll probably find an alpha of my own someday..."

He glanced down at his fingers and noticed how they were scrunching up his shirt.

"My dad's awesome and he wants me to be happy," Peter said adamantly. "There's nothing wrong with… with that. With um… Alphas and their omega kids… It's just compatibility… But my dad's never pushed for us to mate."

Harley nodded, satisfied and for a moment, Peter thought the conversation would settle down and go back to something normal. Then the other omega got this glint in his eye that Peter knew spelled trouble.

"Maybe I can offer myself," Harley said casually with a smirk. "I can even become your stepmom if Tony really likes me."

This time, it was Peter's turn to launch something at Harley, another pillow that was deflected but it got his point across.

"Stay away from my dad, you perv," Peter growled, little omega fangs bared.

Harley only grinned in reply.

It was a joke so it was okay. Harley didn't make much sense to Peter most of the time but he was a decent friend. He just liked teasing people a lot by saying ridiculous things he never really meant. He often did pranks or just… things that he thought were funny so Peter just chalked it up to one of his quirks.

Peter didn't let Harley's casual use of his father's first name get to him. Tony instead of Mr. Stark. That was annoying, but Peter ignored it.

Their hang out day continued normally with a movie and popcorn. Peter didn't think of Harley's jokes for another minute and with the pool party coming up, it quickly faded to the background.

He didn't think about how his daddy didn't look at other omegas. He didn't think about how he'd never thought of looking at alpha boys his age.

His daddy was the only alpha in his life and when he compared his father to other alphas, they all just seemed lacking. Like pale imitations of what a good alpha should be. They were scrawny and filled with hot air, boasting about omegas they'd had and talking about things they knew absolutely nothing about.

The bragging was annoying. Peter was certain their cocks and knots were tiny, pathetic things compared to his daddy.

An alpha bragging about never touching an omega's cocklet? Or never pleasing an omega with their mouth? He didn't even have a bonded alpha and Peter knew he couldn't, wouldn't, mate with an alpha that didn't do any of that. His daddy's hands on him… and his daddy's mouth… Peter refused to settle for less.

Such thoughts made the young omega frown and wonder if he was doomed to never find an alpha that was even a quarter as amazing as his own father.

They were distracting thoughts that he pushed aside. He wasn't planning on leaving the nest anytime soon so what did it matter? He still had the pool party to think about and he spent the next couple of days focused on that and that alone.

The pool party was a success.

Peter got to show off his new bathing suit. It was a two-piece for male omegas, but he didn't care much about wearing the top. They were tiny little things, little triangles of fabric just barely big enough to cover his pink nipples. They'd probably call more attention to his chest compared to if he went without it.

Besides, his main reason for getting it was the bikini bottom in red and gold. It resembled a tiny, tiny skirt with just enough length that it covered the soft little bulge his cocklet made at the front. It was perfect.

There was food being barbecued and grilled by hired staff nearby. Fresh lemonade was being served in tall decorated cups at the beverage table. There were garlands of colorful flowers hanging on the tables and the small, shaded area near the pool.

The music was turned up, summer in its every beat. Someone had hooked up their phone to the surrounding speakers and judging by the songs, he figured it was MJ.

There were a couple of adults that tagged along with their kids, taking advantage of the stark hospitality. He saw a couple of them engage in unnecessary small talk with his dad, thanking him for the invitation and just being friendly in general.

They left the kids to do their thing though. Floaties and pool noodles of all sizes and shapes were to the side and readily available.

It was a huge pool. Most of the adults were enjoying the jacuzzi situated next to the pool. Tony, himself, was lounging on one of the pool chairs and only wearing swimming trunks. His tanned legs were stretched out, flip flops hanging off his feet as he basked in the sun.

And of course, he wore his signature shades so Peter couldn't be sure if he was resting his eyes or watching the party around them.

Either way, Peter popped on over with a cold beer in hand and kissed his daddy's cheek before he ran off to join his friends.

Peter was a good omega, after all.

They played a couple of rounds of water chicken. Peter won some as well as lost a couple. It was all fun and games.

They were just about to start a game of Marco Polo when Peter noticed their team was missing someone. Rolling his eyes, Peter pulled himself out of the pool to search for Harley. The other omega had excused himself to use the bathroom some time ago and had never rejoined them.

Peter was about to walk into the house when he caught sight of his target.

Harley was talking to his dad.

With a slight frown, Peter watched what was going on. The older omega was sitting on the edge of Tony's pool chair, a pink lemonade in his hand.

Peter could only see the side of his face but the way Harley leaned over his father was causing some emotion to burn inside him. Pool water dripped on Tony's bare chest and Peter's eyes narrowed before he quickly made his way over.

Harley was offering the pink lemonade to Peter's dad and whatever irrational feelings had been brewing, erupted at the gesture.

Unceremoniously, Peter knocked the lemonade out of Harley's hands.

The entire thing flew out of the other omega's grasp and for a moment, Peter was grateful that they hadn't used glass cups. Harley hadn't even noticed him but he whirled to face Peter.

"What the fuck, Peter?" Harley demanded, face turning a blotchy red at the interruption.

"We're playing a game," Peter bit out. "Marco Polo. Let's go."

Shifting Harley's attention away from his daddy made the uneasiness subside just enough that Peter could act.

He grabbed the other omega by the arm and attempted to drag him towards the pool, but Harley refused to budge.

"I don't want to play," Harley huffed but before Peter could respond, Tony interrupted.

"You're both making a scene," Tony told them, sitting up. He had nudged his shades down a bit, looking at the quarreling omegas with an unreadable expression. "Go on, Harley, enjoy the pool. Think Peter wants to talk to me about something."

Peter gave a bright smile as Harley pouted but reluctantly got up. The omega turned that bright smile towards his father but the look in Tony's eyes–

"Peter." Peter had never heard his father use that tone before. Low, almost close to something like a growl.

A shiver raced up his spine, goosebumps breaking out along his arms.

"Wanna tell me what that was about?" his daddy asked.

It was only then that Peter realized that the lemonade had spilled on his dad. Sticky, silvery trails over his chest and his previously dry swim trunks were damp with the spill.

Peter huffed and wandered closer, claiming the spot Harley previously had.

"I didn't mean to spill it on you," Peter mumbled, tone almost apologetic but not quite there. "But Harley's just being annoying. He keeps saying all these weird things and I know I shouldn't have but–"

He made a sound of frustration, bit his lip, and then sighed.

"I'm sorry, daddy," Peter ended up saying.

He knew he was wrong to have done that. Harley was a guest, after all, and his daddy had taught him to be polite.

Tony was quiet for a moment but when Peter peeked at him, he had taken his sunglasses off. There was a curious expression on his face before his daddy smiled indulgently.

"Harley had some interesting things to say," Tony said casually. "Something about how he had his first heat recently and he's not adjusting to toys very well."

Peter frowned. Harley had probably mentioned something like that the last time they hung out. Peter had even sympathized because he had plenty of toys but he just couldn't seem to scratch that itch without help. His daddy, though, was more than capable of taking care of him when he whined about it. But Tony was his daddy so he had all the right to know about Peter's heats.

"That's… That's not something an omega should be talking about to any random alpha," he complained.

The idea of Harley talking about such an intimate topic with his dad… Nope, Peter didn't like it. Not at all.

Seriously, what was Harley's problem?

"No, it's not," his alpha agreed, "Unless the omega wants to start a heat contract–"

"No!" Peter immediately rejected the idea.

His daddy was his alpha and he didn't want one of his classmates trying to take his daddy away.

"Pete–" That tone was a warning. Peter's voice had gotten a bit high in volume and the simple word had attracted the attention of some nearby guests.

"What about my heat contract?" Peter demanded.

Tony quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Sweetheart, if I recall," his daddy said, patiently, "you like your toys just fine."

Peter flushed at the reminder.

During his last heat, his daddy had worked him open for hours before finally letting him have his practice knotting dildo. The omega had literally wailed at the penetration, small hips pushed back while he begged for more.

It had felt utterly perfect… The stretch of the toy and his daddy's alpha scent clouding his mind.

"Maybe… Maybe it's different now," Peter muttered.

And maybe, it was.

He couldn't look his daddy in the eyes. His face was flushed. How could he explain that he didn't like the idea of another omega taking his place without sounding like a brat?

He'd never allow himself to think about taking his daddy's knot. Their cycles and how they handled them were normal routines that maybe… maybe Peter just hadn't considered that they would change.

That as he got older, he would want more.

"Different, how?"

"Maybe…" Peter shuffled closer. "Maybe I want daddy as my heat alpha."

More silence. Peter was tense as he waited for his daddy's reaction. When he couldn't take it anymore, he glanced at Tony from beneath his lashes.

His daddy looked… pleased?

"You know I'd do anything for my baby boy," Tony said. "We can talk about it after the party, baby. Your heat isn't for another two weeks, anyway."

It wasn't a rejection!

Peter beamed at his daddy and threw his arms around him in a hug, regardless of the drying sticky mess the spilled lemonade made.

"Thank you, daddy!" Peter hummed then pulled away. He gave his alpha a sheepish grin. "I should go get some napkins or a paper towel… I made alpha all messy…"

He made to get up only to have his daddy's keep him in place. Puzzled, he turned back to his alpha, squirming a bit at the way Tony's hands settled on his waist.

"You were still pretty rude to your friend, baby," Tony reminded him. "Think we need to do something about that."

Peter bit his lip. He didn't think saying Harley deserved it would win him any points with his father.

The alpha gave a low chuckle and then tapped his lips with a single finger.

"And judging by that cute little pout you got, you don't feel very apologetic either," his daddy sighed.

His pout only deepened as Tony pointed out the obvious but Peter knew he was in the wrong so he gave a reluctant nod.

"I'm sorry, daddy," Peter admitted.

"You're not yet," Tony observed, "But hmm. I think–"

Peter squeaked as Tony easily manhandled him onto his lap like a little pup, face down and backside vulnerable. The omega found himself laid across his father's lap, legs kicking out in surprise.

"Daddy–" Peter complained but then fell silent when the alpha's warm palm settled on his ass.

"Don't wanna play, sweetheart?" His daddy asked.

A slow rub of his palm over the omega's clothed bottom had Peter reconsidering. If he turned his head… A glance around the pool party showed that most of the guests were still doing their own thing. But if Peter did this now… It was inevitable that they'd draw everyone's attention.

Peter felt a rush of mixed emotions. Excitement. Embarrassment. He knew if he really didn't want to, his father would save this for another time. But… His cheeks burned when he caught sight of Harley watching them.

He wanted to flash his fangs at the other omega but instead, he wiggled in place. He could already feel his daddy growing hard beneath him. These kinds of things always excited his alpha daddy… always excited him too, now that Peter thought about it.

Like father, like son…

"I'm– I'm sorry," Peter murmured, going limp in Tony's lap.

A soft rumble answered him and he gasped when his father tugged his bikini bottom down, just low enough to expose his cheeks.

"I believe you, baby," Tony told him, rubbing and squeezing in preparation. "I'll believe you more after you apologize when I'm done with you."

The first swat on his ass had the boy jolting in surprise. It wasn't even all that hard, just the initial impact had startled him.

In the beginning, Peter kept his whimpers at bay. As Tony continued to spank his ass, it brought more and more of their guests' attention to their private little area. They were never so nosy as to outright stare, but Peter knew they were watching.

It… It excited him. His quiet whimpers came out as soft little moans the harder his daddy spanked him.

"It isn't punishment if you like it, kiddo," Tony said above him.

"Sor– 'm sorry…!" Peter squeaked but it was futile. His cocklet was hard now, too.

His alpha chuckled, and the deep rumble only coaxed more heat into the boy's belly.

Tony paused his spanking and Peter squirmed, the only response he could give that didn't outright beg his daddy for more.

"Such a pretty pink," his daddy admired above him. His large hand rubbed the area of impact, mixing soothing heat and the dull ache into warm pleasure. "It's like you were made for me, baby."

His breath hitched when he felt his father spread his cheeks apart, exposing his pink little hole. His pussy was already wet. There was no doubt in the omega's mind that there'd be a little stain over Tony's swimming trunks.

Whether it was from Peter's slick or the abundant amount of precum his dad's cock was producing, it didn't matter. They were making a mess together.

What Peter didn't expect was for the next impact to be directly over his hole. He gasped, too surprised to let out a proper sound. Tears actually prickled in the corner of his eyes as shock and heat rocketed through his smaller frame.

"Daddy–"

"Too much?" His alpha purred.

Peter shook his head wildly, curls bouncing and tears flung off his cheeks. Nothing was ever too much if it was his daddy.

Another smack right over his hole and the omega cried out, thighs tensing, pussy flooding and dripping with even more slick. His father's cock felt rock hard beneath him now and his knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the pool chair.

Every impact of his daddy's hand had the boy crying out, voice muffled in an attempt to avoid attention. He was almost certain everyone was watching now but he was too caught up to look.

He squirmed and wiggled, cried out and moaned as the spanking continued. His muscles tensed and jumped beneath his daddy's palm. His daddy varied the spanks and kept him guessing as to where the next hit would land.

It was exciting and with every exhilarating touch, Peter's mind floated closer to that soft, perfect hazy world where it was only him and his daddy. It helped that Tony had started to murmur words of encouragement. He called Peter a good omega for taking his punishment so well.

Good omega... Good boy… Peter was caught in a mix of sensations until the pain bled into pleasure and it was white-hot and so good...

When it finally stopped, Peter's cheeks were wet with tears but the omega felt better than ever. His alpha pulled his bikini back over his pink ass but his bottom still felt hot and sore.

His daddy helped him sit up and he practically melted in Tony's embrace. Warm, loving hands cleared the tears from his eyes and his alpha's gentle purring had Peter sighing in contentment.

He did it. He had taken his spanking like a good omega.

They weren't done, yet.

The delicious ache had him squirming and his daddy's cock pressed against his wet pussy like a promise. He whined, rubbing against it as he pressed tight against the alpha.

"Daddy– 'm sorry," Peter told him, brown eyes pleading and needing to hear his daddy say those words.

"I know, baby, I know," Tony reassured him. "My baby's a good omega, the sweetest, most perfect omega…"

His touch felt soothing as he gently rubbed Peter's sore bottom. His words, too, soothed the omega's hazy mind as they settled in deep and comforted him.

"You want daddy to bring you inside, sweetheart?" Tony asked. "I'm sure your friends won't mind."

His friends… Peter nuzzled close but glanced at where he had left them in the pool. Once he turned his eyes towards them, it was like the rest of the party came back into focus.

Guests talking. Laughter ringing. The scent of barbecue and hot dogs. The warmth of the sun on his face and back.

"M okay." He melted against his daddy, resting there. His daddy's hard cock against him was a warm, soothing weight. He knew his daddy was more than fine just holding him.

He felt the soft purr rumble beneath his cheek as Tony acknowledged his words. The skin was warm and… sticky.

The lemonade. His fingers ran over the dry sticky part and he looked at his daddy, a lazy smile on his face.

"Alpha…" he breathed. "Wanna clean you up, alpha…"

Whenever they got intimate together, whether it was Peter's heat or Tony's rut, cleaning up always meant feeding Peter every drop of cum his father spilled so it wouldn't go to waste. Peter loved the saline taste of his load and he also loved nursing on Tony's cock when he was insatiable with heat. He often made a mess during his heats, slick dripping all over Tony's fingers while he got Peter off.

Peter always… always cleaned up after them.

And what he offered now was no different.

"You sure, baby?" Tony nudged him, "I know you're shy, especially with your friends here "

"Not shy," Peter refuted stubbornly. Some of the haze had cleared, the omega's fiery personality shining through.

He had just chased away one omega and declared his daddy as his alpha… His sore bottom reminded him of what being rude would incur, but he wasn't being rude now. He was just… Just staking his claim.

"Daddy's my alpha," Peter said resolutely. As he tossed a look at Harley, one sharp fang peeking out.

Tony chuckled and gripped Peter's face to turn those defiant eyes back towards him.

"You wanna show them, baby?" Tony asked.

And even though Peter actually did feel a bit shy, he nodded firmly before leaning forward and brushing his lips against his alpha's in a sweet but chaste kiss.

No one knew his daddy better than him and Peter planned to really rub that in.

As soon as the first kiss ended, he initiated another. He invaded his daddy's space, slender chest pressed against the alpha's larger form. He shuddered when he felt his daddy tweak his nipples, quick flashes of brilliant pain that had his mouth gasping open. It was his daddy way of teasing and warning him to behave, a two in one.

Peter was pliant and willing when his daddy took over. His tongue slipped between Peter's lips and the boy went with it, offering his warm mouth for his daddy to do with as he pleased. Soft, sloppy kisses followed.

He actually whined when Tony pulled away, dragging his heavy eyelids up to stare at his father.

"There's my sweet omega," Tony rumbled, dark and as smooth as sin. "Go on then, baby, clean daddy up. You made such a mess because you got jealous, didn't you?"

Peter didn't like the reminder that he was jealous. Didn't like it because it was true.

So, he didn't say a word, he only settled himself between his alpha's knees with pouty lips and pink cheeks. Tony's cock tented the front of his swimming trunks, an intimidating bulge that had Peter's mouth-watering. He was right about earlier, too. His slick had seeped through and formed a dark spot over the fabric. It only served to draw the eye in that direction.

Some part of him didn't want the others, Harley specifically, to see his daddy's cock, but another part preened that this was his.

He ran his hands from Tony's collarbone, over the bit of chest hair, black and greying, and all the way down to his belly. He gripped his daddy's cock with both hands over the cloth.

"Daddy… I'll take care of you," Peter promised, clever fingers running over the length, outlining the sheer girth of it with his small hands.

"I know you will, kid," Tony murmured before leaning back, legs shifting apart to give his son more room.

Peter settled onto his belly, legs kicking in the air as he uncovered his prize.

His daddy's cock was everything an omega would want. It was everything another alpha would be envious over. His daddy… There was a term for what kind of alpha his daddy was. It was an old term that no one really used anymore, but Peter had heard it once upon a time.

A prime. A stud. The best of the best. His daddy was in peak condition and with his girthy cock and fat knot, Peter was the envy of his class. It'd make sense for Tony to have a harem of omegas to service him but he only had Peter.

And that was how Peter wanted it to stay.

The omega's mouth watered as he drew closer. He hefted his daddy's balls in one hand, gently playing with them just how Tony liked. They felt heavy and full in his hand, the skin soft. He knew it'd feel tight once his father got close and he was looking forward to milking them dry. He'd give his daddy some comfort then.

He knew he was doing it right when he heard his daddy give a low groan of appreciation.

Pink lips closed over the swollen tip and when he looked up, warmth flooded his cheeks. His daddy was watching him, dark brown eyes taking in everything.

His breathing picked up with the realization that everyone was watching them.

But all that mattered was his daddy.

His daddy had already been rock hard so he didn't get a chance to work him up to it. It didn't happen often, but there had been a few times Peter was able to suck on him while he was just starting to get hard. It was always an experience.

From being able to fit his daddy's soft cock in his mouth and then feeling it thicken and grow with each thrust… His lips would drag against the length of his daddy's cock and when he became fully erect, the stretch was almost unbearable. But Peter knew exactly what his daddy liked and how to do it just right…

He maintained a good suction on his alpha's cock, taking the length in with only a little bit of struggle. He knew what got his father going but there was still plenty of practice to be had, especially when Tony's size was just on the good side of too much.

Peter tasted the tart sweetness of the lemonade he'd spilled and the omega made it a challenge to lick every drop from his father's skin. It didn't take long until every sugary hint was gone and then there was only the clean taste of his daddy's cock and the bitter, salty taste of his precum.

When he pulled back, his hands worked on the exposed inches, never leaving a single inch of bare skin unattended. He felt the still soft bulge of his father's knot as his alpha got closer and closer to the edge.

He had yet to be able to successfully take his father's knot in his mouth but he wasn't going to try that today.

Before it could inflate, Peter let his daddy's cock pop out of his mouth.

"Daddy– I want…" he couldn't even say it.

His cheeks were flushed as he scrambled back up onto his alpha's lap. He rubbed his poor, neglected pussy against Tony's erection, biting his lip so he wouldn't whimper from the sheer need wracking through his body.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" Tony asked, voice tight with restraint.

His daddy's voice was ragged with hunger. Peter nuzzled close even as he reached back, angling his alpha daddy's cock right where he wanted it.

"Daddy knows," Peter groaned just as he nudged the tip against his pussy. "Daddy wants it, too…"

His stupid bikini was in the way though and he desperately tried to slip it to the side so his daddy can push in.

The alpha's cockhead strained against his bikini, pulling it tight. Peter's squirming allowed the tip to nudge right over his opening and he moaned, hips twitching as he tried to get his father's cock inside. The fabric stretched, even allowed Tony's tip to nudge inside a bit before it couldn't go any further.

"You wanna do that here, sweetheart?" Tony teased. "Give up your first time with a real alpha right here?"

His hands felt so warm and safe on his hips, thumbs brushing against his soft belly in the center. "Right here in front of all your friends?"

Peter moaned and clutched his daddy closer. He fumbled with the stupid bikini, dragging the edge to the side. He was so eager to show his cute bikini off and now he was cursing it for being in the way.

Finally, the part that was keeping his daddy's cock from slipping inside him was tugged to the side.

"Yess…!" Peter hissed as he sank down on his father's cock.

It was nothing like his toys. Warm, hard living flesh pushed inside his needy pussy and Peter's back arched as his knees weakened.

He felt his daddy's warm breath on his neck and he shuddered violently. Daddy just happened to breathe right over his mating gland… The one spot that his father hadn't set his teeth into.

Doing so would claim Peter as his. His omega to fuck and breed, to take as his mate.

Peter's fingers ran through his father's hair, clutching the alpha as he started to eager bounce on his cock. At this point, he barely felt how hot and sore his ass felt from the spanking. All he felt was the pleasure of being filled and that pleasure doubled, tripled, because it was his daddy pushing into him.

"Look at you go, sweetheart…" Tony groaned, leaving a bruise right on his mating gland. "So eager to take your father's cock…"

Tony's arms wrapped around his small waist. The boy whimpered when Tony actually used some strength to hold him down, keep his hips in place as he started to fuck into him.

"Shh– shh, let daddy help, Pete," Tony growled in his ear. "None of your toys are as big as daddy. Gotta open you up… gotta fuck you loose so you can take the knot…"

"K-knot…?" Peter echoed. His face pressed against his daddy's sweat damp neck and his pink tongue dipped out, licking the salt from his sun warmed skin.

"Mhmm…" the alpha enforced with a harsh thrust. "Gonna knot you right here… Think that'd be a good punishment to add, hmm? Being so rude to another omega… Spilling lemonade all over your alpha… Yeah, sweetheart, I think letting daddy knot your sweet pussy is just the thing you need…"

Peter went limp in his arms. He let his daddy drill into his wet pussy, that thick alpha cock spreading him apart and filling him up so good. It was brutal and perfect, his alpha daddy using him just like Peter craved.

Every moan and every cry his daddy pulled from his lips were well earned. Peter was being fucked like a rag doll, body being manhandled easily and pulled up and down with no resistance. His dad wasn't even like this during his ruts though that might change now.

Everything would change with this new element in their relationship.

Peter couldn't find himself to care or worry about it. How could he when his entire body was being flooded by pleasure, his pussy squelching as his father's cock fucked in and out… In and out…

"O-Ohh… God…!" Peter squealed when his daddy's cock finally bottomed out. He felt so full! Felt like his daddy's cock was right there nudging against his womb…

"Daddy– dadddy…" Peter cried out, grinding on his father's cock and body shuddering with how good it felt.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," Tony purred into his ear. "Almost there… almost there, sweetheart. Just squeeze down on daddy's cock, just like that–"

Peter's body knew what to do and was already doing it even before Tony said the words. His insides massaged the alpha's length, squeezing and clutching in such a rhythmic motion.

Milking his daddy's cock so that the knot would pop.

"O-Oh!" Peter gasped when he felt it. The knot was growing...

"Good boy…" his daddy purred. "Such a good son… Taking care of daddy's knot…"

Then Peter's inexperience overruled his instincts as an omega. The sudden pressure inside him, the knot swelling and catching, had the boy shuddering and trying to escape this weird, exciting feeling.

His father's hands held him securely, making sure that the knot wouldn't be tugged as it was growing.

Peter whined and fell limp in Tony's arms.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Tony reassured him, "Just take the knot, baby… I know you can do it… Daddy's gonna fill you up..."

The soft little whimpers fell away. Warmth surged into his body and Peter clutched onto his daddy. His daddy was… Filling him up… Coming inside him…

After that, Peter could barely keep his eyes open. The surge of warmth filling him up kept going… It'd continue for as long as the knot was firm and plugging him up.

His eyes barely fluttered open when Tony stood, supporting his weight and pulling Peter's legs so they wrapped around his waist. He saw flashes of his friend's faces as they entered the house but the only one that remained with him was Harley's. The omega had rolled his eyes in exasperation but Peter had only returned a bone-deep satisfied smile.

Tony settled them in his bed and their combined scents only had Peter purring in contentment. And when his alpha started grinding into him, Peter only sighed, back arching and lips gasping open in pleasure.

Outside, he can still hear the music blaring and the sound of splashing from the pool. He couldn't smell the barbecue or the sweet tart scent of lemonade being served.

The knot softened and he felt the rush of come spill out of his abused pussy only to be fucked back in, his daddy's cock not softening and eager to spill another load.

He had an alpha to please and Peter knew everything he needed to in order to please his daddy.

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This is Part 1, ✨History✨.

Okay, so I was working on typing up plot stuff for Joden's story that I'm still thinking of a name for, but it's getting really long so I'll post it in parts. :3

Also since this is really early in the story's creation pretty much everything is subject to change, but you get the idea of the general plot. XD

@ascendant-queen 💖

If anyone has any questions feel free to ask 👀

The story is set in a forested landscape, tree dotted grasslands eventually giving way to deep forests climbing up the mountain slopes. The different kinds of animals live in self governing groups, with varying levels of interaction between them.

The smaller critters like mice, rabbits, and squirrels mostly just live in large family groups throughout the entire region south of the Great Pine Woods. They by far make up the majority of the population, and have no uniting ruler.

The cheetahs live in the southern plains, little baronies scattered all around. Their diet consists of fish and smaller birds (? Might change that later haven't decided if the birds are sentient) and the cereal crops they grow. They also trade these grains with the other animals in exchange for goods such as cloth and beads. They love being fancy. They have this system of electing their rulers, but only members of the "nobility" (land owners) ever get voted in because of money stuffs.

The raccoons also form their own society working off the classic monarchy. Their kingdom is built in the Eastern woods, with their homes built up off the ground and literally in the trees. In the most populated villages, rope and stick bridges connect these homes making swinging pathways in the branches. A lot of the smaller creatures choose to make their homes in the roots of the raccoon trees, as their territorial border patrol keeps out aerial predators and the occasional rogue fox. Unlike the cheetahs, the raccoons are small enough they have enemies to worry about, and are known to have an exceptional and disciplined military.

The bear clans live high up in the craggy woods working their gardens, rather indifferent to what happens below and the rumors that they eat their visitors.

The foxes do not have any form of government or organization. Some live in groups and some alone, some pledge a mammal free diet and some hunt their neighbors. As such they are not trusted by anyone. :/

Here is a map I drew up:

A few things are unnamed and the scale is a bit off but you get the general idea of layout. 👍

About twenty years before the story begins:

Down from the Northern pine woods a clan of foxes comes. They are organized, armed, and angry, ready to claim some territory after being chased out of the north by the wolf clans. Most of the southern foxes come to join their cause, pleased at the idea of them having utter lordship over the woods. Skirting around the great cats, they infiltrate the woods to the west and south after establishing themselves in the North. This was done easily with no opposition due to the small critters having no leader. They just swept in and conquered.

With this done they turn their attentions to the East. The raccoons have watched this all happen with great alarm. King Cynric gathered his men in preparation of the attack, but still wasn't ready for the craftiness of the foxes'. They came in great numbers from the south, engaging the king's soldiers in the clash of battle, while stealthy individuals crept past the border guards and set fire to the trees. The wind and dry weather did its work, and the kingdom of raccoons fell to fire and bloodshed. Most died in the fires that destroyed their homes, the remainder of them fled under the guidance of their prince, only to fall at the mercy of their waiting enemies. Unprotected sows and their kits were slaughtered by the sword or captured and enslaved in the ruins of their home and all across the newly conquered forest.

This song really fits the burning of East Wood and Rowan's side of the story.

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Prince Rowan, however, rebelled at the enslavement of his people. With his father the king now gone, he was left the protector of his people and despite his wife's urging, could not lay down in submission. He gathered a small team of close friends and willing boars, bid his wife farewell, and left, hoping to gain more information on the foxes' plans and find a way to free his people. Him and those with him were never heard from again.

The cheetahs watched all this happen around them, and decided not to interfere, but rather formed an uneasy alliance with the foxes. They didn't consider themselves in any danger of being conquered, but weren't bothered by their actions and wanted to avoid the bother of war. The foxes were more than eager to sign peace with the cheetahs, knowing in that their conquest would be secure. It is unknown whether the bears up in their western mountain range are even aware of the dramatic changes to the lower-lands.

The woods are now in an awkward state of affairs, the foxes holding a tyrannical rule over all their subjects. Soldiers are stationed in every town and village to "keep the peace", the inhabitants going about their lives in the fear they or one of their family members will be chosen as the next meal. Most of the Southern foxes still prefer a mammal free diet, but one of the Northern invaders' main objectives is to secure easy prey for consumption.

The "free" creatures are allowed to live their lives "as they would please", but have limited allowance to travel and must give payment at the end of every week to their resident "guardians". This payment can be anywhere from a basket of wheat berries or a bolt of cloth to an older child.

The raccoons have a far stricter control placed over them, as they are viewed more capable of revolt. Scattered across the foxes' open woodless territory small slave towns hold the remnants of Cynric's kingdom. They spend their days working for their masters, boar and sow alike, tending fields, cooking and cleaning, mining, etc. They are kept under strict control with heavy penalties for disobedience. Their meal times are regulated, their sleep times, work times, housing, children, everything. It is in one of these dusty, dead towns Joden grows up in.

His mother is old enough she remembers what life was like in the old kingdom, remembers a life of freedom under the trees. Joden's father died shortly after the foxes' attack, he is told later he was one of the faithful boars that accompanied Prince Rowan for his last stand. She raises Joden on these tales, urging him to never give up the hope that they can one day be free.

It is for his mother's sake Joden's intense optimism grows. Can he truly be considered a slave if he goes about his work with a smile and a song? If he willingly puts on the yoke and carries the load they have required, who is the one truly in control here? They can enslave his body but they cannot enslave his spirit.

As he gets older he also grows bolder. Just being cheerful to lift his mother's spirits is not enough. He wants the entire slave town to be free in the way he is. They all go about their days in unnecessary gloom, only because they lack someone to lead them out of it. By the time he reaches maturity the entire town looks to him as their leader, hoping that someday a hero will come to set them free and lead them home. He stands in for them against the cruelty of their masters, fighting for the justice of his small community of raccoons. This often gets him into a good bit of trouble, which he somehow always manages to get out of and back home to his worried mother.

He meets Twylla when she is relocated from another slave town by stepping in when a few of the slave masters decide to teach the new coon a lesson. The girl had made no grave offense, just a slip in her understanding of the schedule this different camp functioned under. It was a great surprise to her when a random coon detached himself from the troop marching past, and demanded they punish him in her stead. He would take responsibility for the sow and her actions throughout her initiation and teach her obedience to their rules, all her mistakes laid to his shoulders instead. This was agreed to, as they had nothing in particular against the new coon but did enjoy taking out their boredom on Joden who usually escaped from any attempts against him. Twylla really had no idea what to think of any of this. She helped him up off the ground with repeated apologies he gently brushed off. She very willingly trotted along after him as he taught her not only how to function in this new town, but also how to hope. Then later they get married. :3

Jaceryn is the son of a Cheetah land baron. He has been raised in the lap of luxury, his father being the wealthiest of the barons and the cheetah's current elected leader. He is a rather naive boy who has never left his Father's estate, but naturally has big plans on how he will make the world a better place. He has grown up in a world where the foxes have dominion of all the forest outside his Father's control, and this is normal, but he doesn't understand what that means until he sees it for himself. They have little raccoon slaves all over his Father's land that they purchased from the foxes, so the concept of raccoons being a race of slaves is kinda engrained in him. There's no such thing as a "free raccoon".

His mother instructed him to stay on his father's estate when he plays outside, but one day he gets curious like young boys do, and decides to venture into the trees. He really likes the way the forest feels and goes deeper and deeper, thoroughly enjoying himself when he hears voices and decides to investigate. He comes across a raid in a woodland village, the fox overlords collecting their taxes. He sees the children ripped from their mother's arms, the weeping villagers, the carts of goods and the miserable raccoon slaves pulling them, and the jeering, laughing faces of the fox soldiers and the injustice burns within him. It is true the foxes defeated them in battle, so the captives are their spoils of war, but this is unnecessarily cruel oppression and he hates it. He hates that his own people- free people- are doing nothing to change this and he resolves to be the one that frees the slaves. His parents are told this scheme by their proud little thirteen year old and are very quick to try and dissuade him. Not only is this a dangerous task for him to undertake, but this also holds the possibility of starting a war that neither of them wish to fight. Jacer agrees to "abandon" the dream to put his parents fears to rest, but secretly continues plotting and preparing his coup. It would be risky, and he would need to be sneaky. Break into a camp and take out the guards, let the little coons run free…

He went on frequent trips out to the forest to swing around in the branches and practice creeping silently through the underbrush. The other cubs his age wrote him off as a weirdo, so he went alone. His father eventually began to worry about him on these trips, remembering how impulsive his son can be at times. It had been years since Jacer had talked about his quest to end slavery and had shown no signs that he still held that belief so his father thought nothing of purchasing Jacer his own personal slave. This slave's job would be companion and voice of reason and just general personal servant.

This is probably where the actual story would start lol, so all that is setup. XD

I'll share more as I finish writing it, cause I'm really excited about this story. :3

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Hunters Journey - 007

7Disclaimer: This story was originally posted on my deviantArt. It was part of the #smaugust #challenge in 2020. I wanted to share it here for people who like fantasy/adventure stories. My Tumblr shall make it easy to follow the story, and I hope you like it too. English is not my native language, but I try my best. ♥ Enjoy!

Hunters Journey - 007

The first two weeks passed by really slowly, but Nero adapted quickly to the lame new routine he would call his daily life. At the end of those weeks the medic gave him green lights for the training. He would need to catch up a lot, if he wanted to join the squads again as soon as possible, but overdosing with exercises could easily end in more time-out-weeks. And Nero couldn't stand the monotony of his "extra holidays" any more. Not one damn additional day!

He filled the time-out with reading in the hunter's library, gathering more and more knowledge about creatures of the past. The guild he was part of, had a long past with dozens of towns they visited and - to his surprise and excitement - a lot more headquarters in other countries.

Also, their techniques, weapons and priorities sometimes looked really different in comparison. Some of them had found their specialization in killing the creatures. Nero was never a fan of this decision, but sometimes creatures became ill and went on a rampage, or lost their pack and became desperate. But there were a few in all countries, who would just be what people used to call "evil" or "demonic".

Depending on their habitat and their way of hunting/feeding, people gave the creatures different levels they could sort them into. Most of them would have indicators like intelligence, anger, feasting and breeding. While the big ones always seemed to look threatening at first glimpse, the people often underestimated the smaller creatures.

Bound to their body size, but yet with an enormous appetite, they performed their hunts in groups. Same as the hunters, mostly. And they invented strategies even the hunters started to copy. In one of the old gigantic books Nero found in the library, a man called Sgt. Veshko, described a pack of Alpha'raaz and how they managed to take advantage of the habitat and won a fight against one of his expedition squads.

The men followed a path through some Rocky Mountains, hunting a legendary reddish creature called Cancer - the gladiator. Old stories described the creature as a furious being, that escaped his previous owner and now wandered the mountains, protecting the living beings in this area.

Depending on the fact if you would believe such old legends, rumours say he also mastered to gather a group of other beasts from around the country. Teaching them to live together. Or survive together. But instead of a glorious legend, the men of Sgt. Veshko only found death. The pack of young Apha'raaz had been sitting in the caves between the rocks. Waiting patiently for the "snacks" to come by.

When the men arrived in the corridor between two rock-walls, the boar-sized creatures jumped out and attacked. The females, packed with gliding wings, aimed for the faces. Holding onto them, the men could not see what attacked them and from which direction it would encounter. The male Raaz' armed with no wings, but instead with immense powerful front legs, spurted out of their cover, grabbing the legs of the men and pulling them down the cave entry into the dark, long tunnels.

The attack was perfect. It was fast. The men burst out in fear, thanks to the female Raaz' and before they had got a chance to free themselves and gain back control over the situation, most had been dragged away already. "What kind of small disingenuous creatures they are, hm?" Nero nearly jumped down the chair, when the quiet voice appeared directly next to his ear. The book probably would have taken its first flying lesson, wouldn't it be so damn heavy. Being pale as the stone floor and with racing heart he looked straight up into Lauriel's green eyes. She laughed and rose one eyebrow.

"Why so jumpy, hunter?" Nero sat back up, smoothing his shirt and stroking his wild blonde hairs back.

"I-I am not?" "Pfff, sure you aren't." The young woman walked around the old table and took a seat directly in front of him. She folded her arms on the table and watched him, still laughing, but silently. After another moment of awkward silence, she asked:

"Have you got any news from the Centurion Raid?" "No. No, I haven't. Why?" Lauriel nodded and Nero noticed how she anxiously bit her lip.

"My brother is on this raid. I don't think he was ready for it. Not yet." "Who was his mentor?" "Ulla." Nero nodded surprised.

"She is one of the best mentors we have. He should be well situated, if he listened carefully to her lessons." Nero took his mug of water, thinking about all the things he had heard about her.

"He hasn't. He enjoyed the glory and the fame he got, simply for being her student, but the truth is he didn't care at all." Well, that turned the tables completely.

"He got the mentorship because of our father and his long-standing friendship with Ulla." Nero placed his mug on the table, searching for words of solace, but that was fairly not his kind of thing. Lauriel seemed to sense his kind of overload and rose her hands in defence.

"Oh, it's fine. He will come back for sure. I- I am probably only panicking here. He is my little brother, so this is probably just normal annoying-older-sister-behaving." The young man tried to argue, but she cut his words even faster.

"It's okay. I didn't want to bother you with my worries, hunter. I...ehm..." Lauriel hectically stood up and coughed slightly, before she took turn to leave the place.

"The...the scars on your face look a lot better. The medics really did a good job! I.....I will leave now. Gemini will probably already wait for his dinner. See ya, hunter." As fast as the scene started, it ended. The young hunter was left behind on his desk, with all the big books, but he felt even more helpless and confused than before.

"Bye." he whispered, watching Lauriel leaving the big library and nearly running into an older hunter. Had he seen tears on her cheeks?...

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Chapter 44

The Road so Far

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more...

The TWO of us, together

Alex

Hotel Lustig, Prague, Czech Republic

"Thank you, Kid." Alex saw Jack's mouth move as their eyes met. His eyes which were once filled with determination and optimism were now screaming for help and desperation. He felt like Jack didn't have any other choice. He had to do what needed to be done.

"Nooo!" Alex forced himself to get up as his possible last words weren't the ones he wanted to hear. Not here. Not now. He wanted to see him carrying a possible child. He wanted to still be a part of his life.

Alex had been assigned under Jack's supervision since he was moved to the CIA. It was Jack's optimism and dedication to responsibility that made him who he was today. He was a great mentor and Alex almost considered him as a father figure.

Even in the most inhumane situations, Alex had thrived to succeed in his missions and he owes it all to Jack. The man was a treasure trove of skills and knowledge and Alex was one of the lucky few whom he had imparted it with. He remembered how Jack saved them both in Brazil, buying them more time evading capture.

But there was one thing that Jack would have regretted before going. It was to meet his son. He'd probably be 20 by now but he was afraid to ever show up out of the blue. His divorce with his ex-wife was quite tragic. Because he had to do it just to keep them safe. That's why Jack was always reluctant about him and Samantha. He would never want the same thing to happen to him.

So in the absence of a son, he channeled his fatherly attitude towards Alex, and Alex admittedly hated it when he's being called a kid despite his age. But as time went by and they kept on being assigned together, he had grown accustomed to it and it kinda grew on him.

In a split second, Alex remembered all the times they've been together. All the almost impossible missions they finished, all the times they thought they were goners but somehow they escaped it. All those things were soon to become memories to tell the people who will miss him.

A tear fell on Alex's eyes as he forced himself to get up and catch up on the two as they dove down three flights, ignoring the searing pain from the helicopter blast. He grabbed on to the ledge as he saw Jack and Nero, huddled together, followed by a burst of light with a loud booming sound just before they hit the ground.

A black burnmark was the only thing left on the ground as the place was blotched with a mix of debris and blood. Pieces of both of their clothes were everywhere as the smoke from the explosion dissipated.

The war was over, with Nero gone, his troops will surely retreat. But it cost one important person. A soul for a soul.

Alex couldn't feel himself as his whole body froze while looking at the aftermath of the explosion. He was trained to withstand any feeling but this was too much for him. He hadn't realized how loss hurts until he was able to see for it himself. It was devastating.

"Didn't realize it'd end this way." Price said.

"We were too caught up with Nero, we didn't realize the possibility of him being alive." he added.

"No." Alex finally said, it was hard for him to say as he could feel his heart on his throat.

"His eyes. It looked hopeless. It was the only way…" He said to them, frowning.

"What do you mean?" Roach said, extending an arm on his back for emotional support.

"He's the hopeful type. If he sees a good way out, you could see it in his eyes. What he did was the only choice he could think of." Alex sighed as the resistance team started to signal their victory. The city was cleared from Nero.

"He sacrificed his life because he had no other choice." He breathed, standing up and looking at the sky.

"I'll never forget you, Jack. Thanks for everything." he whispered, honoring his mentor and father figure.

The aftermath of Nero wasn't on the news. It was all just a story on how Prague was free from the militia groups that invaded their city as Alex turned it off and closed his eyes.

"How are you holding up?" Samantha plopped down beside him, leaning on his shoulders. Alex inhaled and looked for her hand, wrapping it against his and kissing it.

"Still devastated." He whispered as Samantha turned to him and looked at him straight in the eye.

"Jack wouldn't want to see you like that, you know." Her eyes were watery, but she was trying her best not to cry.

"You too…" he attempted to make her smile but they both ended up hugging each other for emotional support.

"Maybe he'll accept this every once in a while. The man would want to feel missed too." he whispered as they both curled up and let their emotions out.

The next day, it was back to usual at 141 except things were a little bit formal. With everyone in their black funeral attire, they gathered by the small park to honor a hero's sacrifice.

Alex stood by the podium and looked at the notable few people who attended. They were all familiar as Jack was always keen to introduce him to anyone he knows albeit professionally or casually.

"When I met Jack, my first impression of him was a stereotypical angry old man. Some of you may have thought of it like this toward Captain Price, no offense" he said as the crowd laughed a little, looking at the British captain.

"But once you get to know him, he's actually one of the best persons you'll ever meet. Every day felt like a school day. He might not point it out, but every move he made was a lesson in life. The man knew a lot of things that were vital for surviving this world. I once referred to him as a treasure trove of information." Everyone muttered their thoughts and nodded in agreement.

"He taught me how to stay positive even in the most trying times and how every decision is vital. He taught me how to think outside the box and utilize every resource you have, something that I admittedly didn't master but I'm always trying and he kept on telling me that there was no harm in trying. That's when I realized how lucky I was to be with him as my Commanding Officer."

"The man saved me multiple times and I owe him a lot for that. I'm actually blaming myself for his loss but the way he looked at me before he jumped was telling me that I shouldn't blame myself and neither should anyone. He told me once that when he goes, he doesn't want anyone to worry about him, as he'd probably be swimming in the clouds drinking unlimited liquor. And that's what he was looking forward to." Another chuckle from the crowd.

"So, for us who would not accept his death. He would want us to think that wherever he is right now, he's having a blast and we shouldn't be worrying about him." He smiled at the crowd as he stepped out of the podium and went back to the seat beside Samantha, hugging her before they both sat down. The ceremony continued with a few more words from Jack's closest friend.

Later that afternoon, Alex preferred to stay with Jack one last time before going home. He still had a few more moments to relive, and the rest of the squad, including the girls, were more than okay to join him.

"Hey guys. Thanks for waiting for me." Alex muttered as Samantha quickly joined him, locking her arm on his. It looked like everyone was also doing it with their partners.

"You guys should wear suits more often. But I'm not wishing for another funeral, okay?" Maxine said as the group chuckled.

"I used to wear these all the time. I look good at it, right France?" Soap nudged his girlfriend, making France blush uncontrollably.

"Yeah fine. You do." She replied nonchalantly. But everyone knows she's more than smitten.

"Now that this is over, what's next for us?" Roach asked the group, as they collectively shot an 'I don't know' look.

"Well. It's obviously an R and R for us." France said, proudly citing one of 141's rules.

"R and R?" Maxine asked.

"It means Rest and Recreation." Roach was quick to reply.

Alex looked at Samantha with a smile. R and R

sounded perfect.

"I'm actually finishing my psych exam tomorrow." France stated.

"I'll go with her for a check up as well. That nasty fall still bothered me." Soap added, holding on to France's waist and pulling it close to him.

"Well, looks like everyone's got plans." Roach grinned, looking at Maxine, suggesting that they had something for themselves as well.

Next Chapter : Epilogue - ONE's Sacrifice

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