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. . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 DON'T BE NERVOUS. OH DEAR, YOU ARE FEVEROUS ; a nakahara chuuya fic.❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . if you like, like this fic, i need a one page essay why lol.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, virgin!reader, senior!chuuya, virgin!chuuya, badboy!chuuya, fluff, nsfw, virginity loss, first time, unprotected sex, messy kisses, biting, choking, clit rubbing, squirting and yeah, that's all i remember.

do people sleep at night to not be aware of the beauty which comes after the sunset as the time after sunrise had tired them out too much or is it because sleep is an absolute necessity for one?

but then again, both factors are true yet not everyone is fortunate enough to sleep for some suffer from insomnia or some may be spending a night they aren't accustomed to, finding themselves in a situation they may have never faced before in their lives.

you fall in the latter category as you follow chuuya into his apartment, his hand grabbing your wrist as he leads you inside the door before closing it and locking it.

your skin feels like it's igniting in desire and ecstacy, his touch still making the ground beneath your feet to disappear and making you feel like floating on thin air.

"you sure you gonna be okay with me sweetheart?" chuuya's voice reached your ears as he turned to face you while leaning on the door after locking it, an eyebrow raised as he showed some hesitance but you immediately nod, taking a step forwards so your knee could softly bump into his while you grab his wrists, squeezing them.

"yeah, i rather be with you then with my neighbor anyway. my parents don't have any problem as well . . do you?" you ask as you stare at him with an ounce of nervousness dancing in your pupils and chuuya immediately shook his head with a smile.

your eyes fell on his lips which curved up but the small bruise on the corner of his lip was hard to avoid. yet you didn't ask him about its origin the first time your eyes fell on it and didn't plan on doing now as well, had it not been for him noticing your stare.

"it's nothing sweetheart. just a small scratch from a fight." chuuya tried to reassure you as he raised his hands which you were holding before placing your hands around his neck. his hands immediately went to encircle around your waist as he lifted you on your tiptoes a bit.

"why did you get into a fight?" you make sure to ask calmly so it would not come of as negative or offensive to the man you love and he hummed, making you walk backwards so he could lead you to his living room.

"couldn't help it, a guy was talking shit about you." he does not try to hide the truth, grinning mischievously before making you plop down on the sofa and looking down at you, "and i really can't tolerate anyone speaking shit about my sweet girl."

"so you punch the person?" you tease as you crane your neck to watch him take your bag to his bedroom before returning to sit next to you and he nodded, quite proudly too. "i do exactly that."

chuuya scooted a bit closer to you before laying his head on your shoulder and staring up at you, taking your hand to place it on his thigh, you squeezed it making him close his eyes and breath through his nose in pleasure.

"do you still talk to that bastard?" chuuya asked after a few seconds of a very comfortable silence but his voice only adds more to the comfort you are feeling so you nod while you lean back against the couch more but your answer makes him frown.

"why?"

"because he is my senior? he will tell the professor i'm ignoring him and being disrespectful. i don't want my professors to think bad of me by knowing i ignore a senior." you tell as your eyes fall down on his face to see him pout up as if you said the most unacceptable thing to him and maybe you did, the thought makes you smile.

"i am your senior too sweetheart but i would never snitch on my junior like that." chuuya muttered, taking your other hand in his as he carassed the back of your palm with his thumb.

"that's because his entire role is to guide me and give me tips and stuff as a senior who gave this exam last year, so it really won't be ideal for me to ignore him chu." you tell as you chuckled at finding the older man acting so sulky to be adorable yet equally humorous.

"boo, that's stupid. nerd." chuuya playfully scoffed, a smile on his face to let you know he only meant this in a humorous fashion and not seriously and you play along, pressing the pad of your thumb against the small bruise on the corner of his lip and he hissed, exaggerating his pain.

"don't do that!" he playfully frowned as he scooted away from you and placed his hand over his mouth to protect it from you, playfully glaring at you, "for this, you'll sleep on this couch tonight."

"no, i won't." you deny as you smile cockily and chuuya nodded to argue against your claim.

"nah uh." you tell again as you scoot near him and lay your head on his lap, "if i sleep on the couch, you sleep next to me too."

"no i won't, i'll sleep in my room and on my very comfortable bed." chuuya smirked though it disappeared as quickly as it appeared when you lifted his white t-shirt to reveal his stomach, the sight of the faint abs he has still making you as flustered as the first time but you push against your shyness to press your lips against his skin, leaving small kisses everywhere on his exposed skin.

"stop it sweetheart." he grits his teeth as he tries not to let his unstable breathing come to your attention and let you know how much he is enjoying the feathery touch of your lips on his skin.

"i don't want to." you mutter as you part your lips to let your tongue out, kitty licking his skin and the sudden cold and wet feeling of your tongue on his skin had him letting his head fall back against the back of the couch, his back arching slightly as he once again tries to make you back away.

"i am being serious sweetheart, stop it." his voice is low and husky as he raised his head, running a hand through his head as he stared down at you but he did not make a move until your fingers brushed past his crotch and even the slightest touch from you made him react as his thighs twitched.

"why don't you listen to me?" chuuya hissed as he grabbed your jaw and pulled you up. your balance became unstable due to this and to stabilize yourself, you placed your arms against his chest and chuuya only hissed more as your palms were pressed against his chest.

"do you not know how vulnerable you are right now against me? all alone with me, in my apartment, hm?" the attractive hum which left his lips had a great effect on you as you gulped, flinching a bit when his warm hands grabbed your hip to move and place you on his thigh and you bite your lip, feeling shy under his intense gaze so you close your eyes.

"you assured my father you'll keep me safe so i don't think you'll do anything to me." your voice is trembling as you speak and chuuya snickered at your naive words before he pulled your jaw to pull you closer, getting really close to your lips as he whispered and every time he parted his lips to talk, they brushed against yours.

"let's see if you still think so once i'm done leaving my bites and marks on you. have fun explaining to your father how you got them, okay? that or you stop being a brat right now." chuuya proposed but it wasn't really a proposal as he gave you only one choice, the other being a dirty fantasy but you both know it's too risky to make it into a reality.

you felt goosebumps rising on your forearms and nape as you knew his eyes were still staring and taking in your features but you did not open your eyes, your ability to make eye contact weakening whenever it's his pupils in which you have to stare at, so you surrender as you are aware of the arousal pumping through your veins yet you do not act on it due to the fear of being seen as desperate or ruining the smooth course in which things are playing by now.

"sorry chu." your voice is just as shaky as your breathing is and chuuya gulped at this tone which made butterflies to swarm his stomach and lower abdomen, the temptation of doing anything to you in the security of his apartment is strong yet not strong enough to overthrow his rationality. he only pushes his head a bit forwards and parted his lips a bit to let his hot breath hit against your lips, the action and feeling of the sudden change of temperature on your lips making your lips twitch which made it brush against his, making him breath out shakily like you.

"there it is, good girl." chuuya praises you and his own eyes nearly closed at how sensitive he is feeling with every brush of his lips against yours and he knew of his body and what it is feeling right now, this is why he pulled his head back and didn't kiss you because he knew of what his one action would lead him to do.

once his hand leaves your jaw, you open your eyes and immediately get off his lap to hide your own growing arousal as you look at him nervously and offer him a shaky smile which he mirrored.

"i'm gonna change into something more comfortable . . ." you trail off as your eyes followed his hand which he raised to scratch his cheek and he looked at you after hearing your words, raising his eyebrows in amusement as he seemed to get over his state quicker than you even if if was a mask of pretence to make sure you did not feel uncomfortable.

"who told you that you can do so? should you not ask me for permission first since you are in my house." chuuya grinned and watched you walk towards his bedroom, knowing his apartment very well due to visiting a few times prior.

"you may not know this but the moment i came here after the third time -- your apartment automatically became mine so basically i am walking in my apartment right now and so, i don't need your permission for everything." you teasingly tell while walking towards his room with the bag you brought which contained all your necessities. a smile made its way on your lips when you heard the melodious sound of chuuya cackling before he seemed to realise something and stood up, jogging towards you.

"fine, since you wanna act as if everything i own belongs to you -- why don't you wear my shirt to sleep?" chuuya proposed a bit too excitedly then what he would've liked to express but you only smiled and nodded, making him feel thankful as he looked straight with a very faint blush on his cheeks as he already pictured you in his clothes.

when chuuya opened the door to his bedroom, the cold surface of the door brought him back to life and made him to stop thinking about you in a way he won't feel proud to say out loud, he looked at you over his shoulder to see how you patiently waited for him to enter his room in case he needed a very short moment of inspection to approve of the state of his room, you smiled a bit at him and chuuya gulped, looking forward again and scolding himself mentally to think of something so perverted which he wanted to do to you.

your palms felt sweaty as you silently sat on his bed while he rummaged through his closet for the article of clothing he wore many times and thought just as many times of how you would look in it. you've been to his room before but this is the first time to be here this late at night and so, the bedsheets feel more colder then they normally do.

you grip them in an attempt to stop your palms from getting so sweaty and looked at front to stare at chuuya after taking in his dark interior and aesthetic of his room again and when you did, you bit your lip at the sight of his back muscles flexing.

chuuya isn't muscular but rather lean yet one could still see the results of his daily workouts and practicing martial arts since a young age when he does something which makes his firm muscles or abs flex.

as he leaned to find the t-shirt he wants you to wear, you notice his hoodie riding up to reveal his back, you never thought of yourself to be so perverted to get affected by such simple and normal display of skin yet here you are, body feeling unbearably hot at the sight of the flawless skin.

chuuya muttered a cheer as he stood up straight and turned to look at you, tossing the t-shirt at your face. you tut in disapproval as you grab the t-shirt and look down at it to see it being a black colored one which doesn't really surprise you considering his overall aesthetic.

chuuya bit his lip while he stared at how you opened the t-shirt and placed it against your chest to see if it'll fit you or not and he smiled when you looked up with raised eyebrows, the gesture being enough to tell him of what your question is ; why is the t-shirt so oversized?

"it's convenient." he muttered with a boyish grin, closing the closet doors without looking back yet the moment he does so, you are able to look at your flustured reflection as they have full length mirrors attached to them.

you do not think twice about his words before nodding, making him satisfied. he walked towards the bed to which you gripped the sheets hardly and watched him pick a pillow, you understood his actions and quickly spoke to stop him,

"are you going to sleep on the couch? don't." you breath out once you realize how desperate your words sound yet you can't do anything to take them nor do you want to, you focus your eyes on him to see him smile yet it doesn't contain any arrogance or playfulness, no, it's pure and simple. as if it were your words or the tone you requested in that made his lips curve up.

"why? won't that be ideal?" chuuya uttered softly while his voice remained void of any kind of teasing or cocky tone, not even seduction dripped from his tone except for pure softness, giving even him a soft look on his face.

". . . weren't you the one who said this is your apartment and so it won't be good for you, the owner, to sleep outside on the couch in the living room." you found yourself rambling quickly as you wish for him to believe your excuse which sounds dumb and pathetic even to you, your ears felt like being on fire due to how desperate you are sounding by asking him to stay but chuuya decided to be generous today and so, he only raised his eyebrow to ask you to elaborate more on your words.

or perhaps he found himself enjoying the garden of pleasurable affection he is in, any and every signs of lust is no where to be seen for atleast miles right now.

and nakahara chuuya, the man who always gave and never even thought of receiving, found himself being showered by the raindrops of your care and affection.

show the hopeless a solid hope and watch them cling onto you for more hope and show nakahara chuuya genuine care and he will look at you as if you are the one who hung the stars and moon in the night sky, as if you are an entity.

which to him, you are for who could even love this man who doesn't see anything worth loving in himself if he isn't wearing the mask of attraction and mischief which usually gets people to swoon over him?

". . . it's really important for you to sleep on the same bed as me or it'll be dangerous." you continue to sink deeper into this pit of a terrible excuse your desperation caused you to dig and chuuya chuckled, covering his face with his hand to stop you from seeing the dumb smile growing on his face.

"why dangerous?" chuuya asked as he ran a hand through his hair and although he still wanted you to try your best to convince him, he placed the pillow back in its place.

"well for starters . . . . i need you to sleep next to me so i can feel protected?" you blink as you ponder on your words but when you look at the reappearing cocky grin on chuuya's face, you felt your entire body burning in embarrassment and so you grab the nearest object your hands could find -- his t-shirt, and you throw it at him. "fuck off, nevermind."

so you said yet why are you laying beside him with a mind running wild with thoughts but a heart running even wilder?

you turn to your side to immediately face him who is already staring at you and from the way he is biting his lips, you know he is at the same crisis as you and is not able to sleep due to the overbearing heat from the other's body and ones own sensitivity as this is a first time experience for you both.

chuuya's eyes racked down to admire the way his t-shirt is just as big on you as it is on him but for some reason, you look way appealing in it to the point he is considering giving it to you forever, his eyes then went lower to see the t-shirt ending at your midthigh after which your bare legs were at the mercy of his eyes and intentions but he wanted to see more even if he looked away with a blush the first time you stepped out of the bathroom after changing.

chuuya looked at you as he raised his hand to place it on your covered hip and what you immediately notice are how warm his hands are even now despite the room being cool to such an extent that you two are under blankets (mostly him since you have your blanket only covering a quarter of your body) --separate blankets to your displeasure, so you make the first move.

". . . . it's cold, isn't it? why --" you paused upon suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed before looking down at chuuya's loose grey sweatshirt and you try to speak again once you find yourself not getting hot under his gaze, "-- why don't you come a bit near me?"

you raised your eyes again to see a giddy smile spreading on chuuya's face as a low hum reverberated through the chest and throat, your heart began beating in excitement and you nearly shivered when chuuya discarded his blanket and leaned on his elbow as he leaned over you to grab your blanket and cover both you and him with it. he inched closer to you and when his knee barely touched yours, your breath hitched as if you are afraid of letting it out and ruining this adulterous silence between you two.

chuuya's leg forced its way between both of yours as the hand on your hip inched towards your butt to push it, making you move just the tiniest bit closer to him and the smile on his face reappeared as he whispered, "is this better?"

his hot breath hits your cheek bone due to him laying on the same pillow as you to be extremely close to you and you found it hard to speak or rather feared speaking due to what the situation could lead to once the words who are the prisoners of the brain and heart, finds leeway through your parted lips, and so you shook your head.

chuuya pouted a bit at the lack of your voice which feels like cool to his ears like how coolness feels to a feverish body but he does not voice out his desire. rather, his hand crawls back up to your hip and he pushes the t-shirt up to feel your boots shorts and to push it upwards as well before he finally has your bare skin beneath his palm.

"what can i do to make you feel warm sweetheart?" chuuya asked and maybe it's the lump of arousal in his throat that is making his voice to come out sounding so low and raspy but you can not look away from the effects it has in the form of goosebumps on your skin.

"maybe rub my bo-body?" as a contrast to his, your voice is shaky and breathless and your words are spiraling in your mind due to your focus being completely on his hand caressing your hip and this is why you stumbled upon your words in the end.

you bite your lip when you see a small yet cocky smirk appearing on his face as his arrogant nature returns when he saw the effect he is having on you by a simple yet intimate touch. his arrogance now serving as a motivation for him to continue with his action and so he does by moving his hand up towards your waist and under the t-shirt.

"you sure? you've been eyeing me awfully a lot today." chuuya makes it known to you that he had noticed your behavior from earlier and you nearly whimper as you try to turn around but his hand and leg between both of your's stop your mobility, his knee presses down on your inner thigh and it had you gulping as you felt yourself grow needier and needier the more he pressed his knee down to ensure you won't turn around. this action of his is making you face your arousal that you were trying to ignore as you wondered if only you are the one in such a state for he looks way more composed than you if he is as well.

"you were imagining it." you mutter in such a quiet tone that for a moment even you doubted if he heard you or not but when he moved his knee a bit upwards, you knew he did. your chest rises up and down a bit and chuuya looked down with a knowing smirk before looking up at you again but he does not comment, rather, he lowered his body and leaned near you, grabbing your throat to push your face up towards his as he whispered right against your lips which made you shudder, "yeah? am i now?"

you did not have time to reply and neither the ability when chuuya pressed his lips against your's, greedily moving them and forcing you to keep up with his clumsy pace. your hands reached up to grab his shoulders as you tried to push yourself up to be able to kiss him better but he digged his knee deeper into your thigh while his hand, instead, moved upwards and towards your back as he tried to find your bra strap and open it with ease.

his desperation for the same mutual release and feelings as you is made quite clear by his rushed and desperate moments. once your bra strap was unclipped, chuuya pulled his hand out of your t-shirt and grabbed one of your wrists to pull your hand down towards his legs.

you closed your eyes as chuuya parted his legs a bit to place your hand between his thighs before he closed his thighs around it and after that, he immediately pulled back from the kiss but did not move his head back, he tilted his head to have his lips against your cheek and muttured, "am i also imagining this?"

he taunted and kissed your cheek once, twice, thrice while he kept on tightening his thighs around your hand in a very cruel way to get you to go over the edge.

your eyes fluttered open and you looked at him with a rushed breathing pattern and shook your head to which he immediately released your hand, smirking again as he pecked your cheek again before he turned around as if you did not see the pink on his cheeks and his half lidded eyes or as if he did not open your bra up.

you stared at his back which mocked you and you looked down, slowly bringing a hand down between your thighs to touch your cunt and when you felt the sticky wetness through the cloth, you know you can not ignore the burning ignition inside your veins any longer for there is now physical evidence to make it clear that even if you wanted to distract yourself from these thoughts and engage in an act of harmless sleeping and perhaps cuddling with your boyfriend, you cannot.

so you try to bring it to his attention as you moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist which brought a smile to chuuya's face. said smile disappeared immediately as he realized one of your hand creeped under his sweatshirt and to a contrast to his warm hands, your's are cool.

chuuya bites on his tongue when your hand traces over his back and slither towards his shoulder blades between which you apply pressure at. he groans at the soothing sensation on his tensed muscles and looked down at your other hand wrapped around his stomach. he placed his own warm hand over your own and squeezed it to let you know of his silent appreciation and gratitude to you and this gesture of your's which he found very caring and adorable.

but he soon found out your real intentions when the hand under his wiggled out of his grip and he smiled upon finding your actions to be utterly adorable ; then the hand went under his sweatshirt and he let out a breathy snigger as he realised your true intentions when you began to rub your thumb over his stomach, trying to find the sensitive spot from earlier to tease him.

"sweetheart, are you not sleepy yet? should i tire you out?" he talked knowing you got the implications of his words when he noticed you inhale shakily, he knew his low tone had many and quick effects on you when he felt your legs move behind him to clench them, he assumed.

"what do you mean chu? i am just trying to warm up." you knew your excuse is not believable at all for your tone is breathy and shaky, making your voice sound a lot as if you are whining and it had effects on him when your voice cracked in between your words and his shoulders tensed.

"i know of a better and more fun way to warm you up." chuuya whispered as his hand also went under his shirt to try and find your's, he firmly squeezed your hand under his when he does and the silence formed due to your absence of a reply only urged him to continue with his elaboration.

"it requires your back to be pressed against my chest and . . ." he raised your hand through under his shirt and towards his lips as he kissed your fingertips, ". . . my hands all over your chest."

to put emphasis on his words, chuuya guided your hand down his chest and he smirked at how your palms got slighty sweaty before he continued with his relentless torture using a double edged sword as the more he teased and tried to rile you up, the more he did as well.

"i don't think that much is enough to keep me warm though." you quietly mumble for only him to hear your voice of boldness pushing past the shyness you usually display as you raised his shirt towards his shoulders and you placed a kiss on one of his shoulder blades.

his breath hitched in such a shaky way that even he realised how clear it is to realise how the kiss affected him and how unused he is to actions so intimate.

"y-yeah? . . . then i guess i'll just cover your hands to keep you warm." chuuya sighed through his nose at the way he is acting so nervous because your little kisses all over his shoulders aren't stopping for even once, you only hum against his skin.

chuuya licked his bottom lip which he was fooled by his nervous brain into thinking is dry, guiding your hand down his stomach and under the waistband of his sweatpants, ". . . is this better?"

chuuya whispered out as he teasingly trailed your hand (by guiding your wrist) up and down his clothed cock and he could feel the way your hand stiffened up, a victory for him to feed his childish desire to get you equally if not more flustured than he is.

but once chuuya felt your now warm hand (due to his gripping your's tightly) hovering above his dick, he felt his reasoning and self control jumping down the cliff and into the sea of lust as the waves hit against what is remaining of said cliff and trying to break it.

". . . please chuuya?" chuuya was snapped out of his dilemma when he heard your shaky voice and he raised his head, looking at you over his shoulder to stare at you and let the cool realization settle on his otherwise hot body, as he stared at you to see you biting your lip and legs clenched tightly together to the point where even a third party could step in right now and could guess with a glance that you are turned on and chuuya truly pondered on how did he not realize this sooner, was he that invested in fighting off his own urges to not notice yours?

". . . please w-what sweetheart?" to fight lust is different when you've once submitted to it and it's different to fight it when it wants you to submit to it. you and chuuya fall into the latter category and so this is why his voice has lost the element of stability and composition it usually contains for all chuuya could focus on now is how arousal is ticking him and making his brain fry.

you parted your lips to reply but chuuya could see how instead of words, a whimper left your lips and you looked down, lips once again coming in contact with his shoulder and he almost cursed under his breath.

"i asked you something sweetheart, be good and reply." chuuya's tone suddenly turned firm as he still seemed to have some kind of control over his emotions and feeling still, but you didn't. and thus, upon hearing his firm tone, you felt yourself dripping between your legs and the burn and urge to have chuuya in between your legs, rummaging into you, got stronger and held you hostage.

"please . . . i want you in me." you whispered out pleadingly and the cliff of resistance on which chuuya stood, crumbled into pieces and as each small piece fell into the water, the water splashed up and hitted against chuuya's face, further edging him to go insane and to give in to his desires and temptations.

and so, he did when chuuya made you grab his semi hard clothed dick and made you move your palm up and down while he too grinded against the flat of your palm, his head dropped on the pillow as he let out sharp gasps and hisses at the sensation.

the lewd yet somewhat quiet sounds made you to cross your legs against each other tighter as you let out shallow breaths, feeling the heat consume your body in a rapid pace and if you don't get to release it soon, you feel like you'll be paralyzed but these kind of thoughts disappeared once you felt chuuya's dick hardening under your palm.

said man turned to face you and you never felt so disgusted by your thoughts as you do now when you saw sweat pooling on his forehead and your first thought is to wonder how it would feel like to lick it but the rationality which poked and wondered the reason behind these vile thoughts were forgotten when chuuya leaned forwards to push his head under your shirt, pulling down on your bra and tossing it somewhere on the floor, he rubbed his forehead against one of your breasts to rub off the sweat. you gulped.

"you are asking me for something very risky right now, sweetheart." the proximity, the intensity and the decendence to the sea of lust has an impact on chuuya in every way available and it was showing with the way he has no control over his own voice as his words came out with a growl.

but he did not let you talk, no. it's more as if you didn't dare to talk in the presence of the one you are deeming as an entity for how can a mere man look so ethereal in the midst of the night sky with only the moonlight falling on his face?

it is then and there that you wondered if this is a desperate attempt of the moon to touch and caress chuuya's face, as if even the celestial body could not come in terms with the fact that such a man who looks so exquisite wields the power and authority to make another human, you, grow speechless.

your body doesn't. your hands slowly grab the edge of your shirt as you try to pull it up as much as you can in this position where you are laying on your side ; as a silent approval of consent but chuuya preferred verbal confirmation in situations which you would be facing for the first time.

"are you sure?" chuuya doesn't look up but speaks against the fat of your breast and you hum out, looking down with eyes glazed with lust, your core throbs painfully when chuuya had raised his eyes to stare up at you like a tiger eyeing it's prey before pouncing on it.

"yeah, please." you nod but even these two words which would've been like water flowing in any other moment, required you to use most of your energy right now.

chuuya pushed himself up as he sat on the bed and looked at you, he wondered for a moment but when he looked down at your needy state and his own neediness growing, he knew he will not be able to walk out of this situation any longer.

so with a sigh that did very little to hide the excited smile growing on his face, chuuya tapped his thigh to let you know that he wants you to sit on it and when you raise yourself on your knees, you felt them getting shaky as you see chuuya run a hand through his hair and grip the roots as he wetted his bottom lip.

your one moment of hesitance led to chuuya grabbing your throat gently yet still tight enough to stimulate the exact emotion he wanted you to feel and pull you on his lap ; the moment the tip of his index and middle finger pressed down at the sides of your neck as he chocked you was when your eyes almost rolled back, this action of his being one you are very familiar with but not this strength he is excreting right now to make this moment sensual.

as a result of your feelings being skyrocketed due to this one move alone, you are not sober enough to grasp your stability and so, your hands land on his stomach, on top of his abs as you use his abs as a wall or pillar to maintain your bodyweight and not fall on him while he pulled down on your shorts before letting you sit on his thigh, you could see him carelessly tossing your shorts on the floor through your peripheral vision.

chuuya looked at you and smiled fondly when he saw you gulping as you look away from him, your inability to make eye contact with him has always been amusing and adorable to him and often is what he will use to tease you but right now, he remained quiet as he turned a bit to grab the bottle of cold water he usually keeps on his nightstand.

chuuya unscrewed the lid and offered the bottle to you and without any words being exchanged, you did what he wanted you to as you grabbed the neck of the bottle and brought it towards your parted lip to drink the chilled water contained inside. as the cold liquid flowed down your throat, it didn't satiate your needs or anything but helped you to be a little less bothered and a bit more composed than earlier.

"listen to me now sweetheart. now that you aren't that bothered anymore, take a few seconds to think if you really want to do this okay?" chuuya told as he took the bottle from you and screwed the lid on again and when he placed the bottle on the nightstand again, you felt yourself finding it hard to breath properly at the veins on his hands becoming more prominent when he streched his hand yet you obeyed chuuya as you thought and listed off all the pros and cons of what would happen if you would let the night continue in the path it is going in now.

yet it really isn't much of a surprise to either of you when you moved your hips on his thigh to feel some friction soon -- a silent response that your answer remains the same as the first time.

chuuya bit his bottom lip upon feeling the outline of your cunt through your panties and just how soaking wet you were but he wasn't rash, he gently grabbed your hips to stop you from grinding against his thigh to speak,

"you tell me if it hurts you or if you feel even the slightest discomfort or fear, okay?" chuuya lowly yet seriously instructed you and when you nodded, he rewarded you by slowly moving your hips back and forth on his thigh once before he paused again to continue,

"sweetie, listen to me. you know that i won't be angry or upset if you tell no, right? i don't want you to do something in the heat of the moment and then regret it later. so i will ask again sweetheart, are you sure you want this?"

"yes! . . . please?" you whisper out and chuuya sighed in what seemed to the moon as utter fondness. chuuya nodded, satisfied as he leaned forwards to capture your lips against his again.

and the moon grew shy and asked a cloud to cover its vicinity when chuuya licked your bottom lip to ask you to part your lips for him, his one hand leaving your hip to slide into your panties as he traced around to find your clit, being equally inexperienced as you.

a cloud covered the moon and blocked the moonlight from reaching the bedroom, your own hand slided inside your panties as you grabbed his hand and guided him to your clit. chuuya's tongue entered your mouth and teased your own tongue as he flicked and licked it, he pressed his lips harder against your's when you let out a whimper when his thumb began to rub your bud in a circular motion.

seeing as how chuuya played with your clit and rubbed it, you saw no more use of your hand so you pulled it out of your panties, rather holding his shoulder as you try to remain stable while he tilted his head to have a better angle to get access to your mouth, his lips around your tongue.

your eyes opened in a flash as you let out a loud yet muffled moan when chuuya pressed down on your clit before he began to rub it again, quickly and you closed your eyes again. you never thought that the mere action of stimulation could be so pleasurable that it would literally make you want to melt into a puddle.

you have masturbated but it never felt as good as when chuuya is doing it for you and maybe it's him who is making this entire experience more hotter or his wet kisses which now trail down your jaw and towards your collarbone that is making you extra sensitive to his finger.

chuuya pulled back before he could reach your throat and looked at your blissful expression, ordering lowly, "sweetheart. take your shirt off or i'll tear it."

you wondered if he was aware of how your cunt throbbed at his words and you quickly obeyed, grabbing the edges of the t-shirt and pulling it over your head. the action causes your breasts to jiggle a bit and chuuya groaned at the sight before he immediately attached his lips to one of your nipples.

the immediate feeling of his wet tongue and the cold temperature of the room made your nipples perk and chuuya took advantage of this as he sucked on one.

"chu- pleas -- ah!" you moaned out as your body leaned forwards on chuuya's when you felt the unexpected orgasm coming out of you, the small act of nipple play being the trigger for this sudden orgasm as well as the sensitivity in your inexperienced body.

yet chuuya's lips didn't abandon your breast even when you leaned forwards on him, he just grabbed your waist with one hand to keep you secure and his thumb continued to rub on your clit till your rapid breaths slowed down.

you weakly grabbed his biceps and pushed yourself to sit properly on his thigh again as you looked at him who finally separated himself from your breast, his hand which was inside your panties moved towards your labia as he tried to gather some of your wetness on the pad of his thumb.

chuuya pulled his hand out of your panties and brought it towards your other breast which he was not able to shower with his attention to rub his wet thumb against your nipple, he pressed on your nipple and dragged his finger across your areola. the slick which covered your nipple and most of your areola is a sight chuuya will remember for many nights to come as he found this sight which is a result of his actions to be a turn on.

"chuu . . . won't you do anything to me?" you whisper out as you are afraid to speak loudly and ruin this tranquility but chuuya had always preferred your voice along this tranquil atmosphere to be more soothing than the former alone anyway.

"what do you want me to do sweetheart?" chuuya breathed out, his chest moved in and out when he exhaled and once again, his hand reached down to rub against your slit through your panties. he grinned when he realised how utterly wet your panties were due to your arousal and cum dripping down it.

"anything you want." you breath out, your head lowered to look at him rubbing your cunt through your panties but it seemed as if he suddenly paused his action when you spoke up.

"anything?" chuuya repeated, "you sure 'bout that sweetie?"

you felt your body and cheeks heating up but you nodded, pushing past this shyness that he is producing in you to give the limelight to your lust which chuuya certainly took care of when he grabbed the underside of your thighs to lift you up and laid you down on the bed.

"please chuuya? how much more are you going to make me beg?" you looked up at him as he planted both of his hands besides your head and leaned down to peck your lips. his lithe fingers then moved to pull at the waistband of your panties and pull it down, you lifted your hips so he could do it easily and once your panties were pulled down to your knees, you raised one of your legs to pick your panties with your toes and pull it down, tossing it far away inside the room.

"did i make you beg me a lot?" chuuya chuckled as he asked you, he experimentally lowered himself and adjusted till his crotch was against your's and he pushed against your's and he immediately felt the urge to push his hips and to feel more of this newly found sensation itching at the back of his mind but chuuya refrained from doing so, trying to control himself. but how could he when you looked so preety when you nodded your head at his question, your half lidded eyes stared up at him and made him feel like what a greek god would when mortals would fawn upon him and his visuals.

utterly in admiration of the being which is partially a god and nervous to be in the presence of such kind, only a man could and who were you if not the one who worshipped chuuya the most and is chuuya really the one you trust your heart with if he doesn't prove again and again that just because his fists talks more then him, alcohol and wine is what energy drinks are to others in his age range -- does not mean that he is a stereotypical troublemaker. oh no, not when he treats you like a man of the highest caliber would treat his woman.

"don't worry sweetie, gonna spoil you tomorrow just as much as i am making you beg me tonight, yeah?" he rubbed his finger against your lip as he promised his affection and you hummed, parting your lips for him to shove his finger inside but chuuya didn't do as you expected him to do so, instead he blew a puff of air inside your mouth and watched as you blinked, overthrown by the suddenness and randomness of this action before your lips curled up as you laughed, somewhat embarassed.

"you are ruining the mood!" you whined as you smacked his chest but chuuya only sniggered on top of you as he raised his eyebrow in faux perplexity.

"what? no, i'm making the mood. you are just too used to all those porn and smut clichés to not appreciate my unique take on how to set a mood." chuuya playfully scoffed and leaned down to peck your jaw when you shook your head, denying with his words completely.

"just say you don't know how to get a girl wet chu --" your words were left hanging on your tongue when chuuya wrapped his hand around your throat and slightly pulled you up to speak directly against your lips while he pushed one of his knees against your bare cunt and nudged it to make a point before he spoke,

"oh i doubt that sweetheart. 'cause according to me, you are very wet right now." chuuya scoffed and you almost moaned for how can a single guy be sexy no matter what he does?

it's not fair.

it's not fair how he is choking you a bit roughly yet his eyes are making sure to notice any signs of discomfort on your face, neither is it fair when he leaned down to whisper in your ear and ask you what position would you feel the most comfortable in as its your first time.

neither is it fair for one single guy to hold love enough to rival that of a sea inside him but well, chuuya always did things exceptionally well and better then what's expected of him.

loving you is no different. he does it in a way that makes it clear that this is something only he can do and no one else can. no one else can ever will to be honest because chuuya nakahara exists only once.

and he is damn sure he is going to love only once and only you for as long as his brain could function to capture these moments between you two as memories.

"i . . . i feel kinda embarrassed so i don't want you to actually look at my face . . . you know . . ." you struggle to explain your feelings as you stare at chuuya's softened eyes filled with love and adoration, you could feel yourself leaning against the mattress even more if possible as his stare is literally melting you.

"so you want me behind you? is that what you are trying to say sweetheart?" chuuya asked for clarification and when you nodded, he smiled, leaned down to plant a small kiss on your lips before he climbed off you and instead, laid on the side beside you. when you tried to turn to face him, chuuya grabbed your hip to restrict your movements and instead, he, himself inched closer to you while he turned you using your hip, on the other side, such that your back was pressed against his chest and his hardened cock was pressed against your asscheeks.

"chu --"

"shh. why don't you keep quiet and let me satisfy you, hm?" chuuya whispers and how can one even think about being offended when it feels like a big honor to have your sentence cut off by him, to know he feels that his words should be spoken at the exact moment or they'll loose their impact or meaning but in your case, whenever chuuya intrupted you, it has always been for a cause that would make your stomach be swarmed by butterflies.

"hm." so you nod, breathing out nervously as you stare at the wall while waiting for your nerves to calm down or chuuya to do something to distract you from yourself and your anxious thoughts and he does as you expected but not in the way you expected him to.

instead of teasing you further or anything, chuuya wrapped his arm around your waist as he hid his face against your shoulder and murmured against it, "i . . . am scared sweetheart. i . . don't wanna hurt you, not even by accident."

oh, did he loose his mask of confidence now, now that he has you close yet your hopeful eyes aren't looking at him to admire him and is this why he is feeling so transparent? in this silence you always bring along that he misses in his otherwise fast paced and chaotic life? yes.

mumbled were the words that came from deep within his heart and moved you, your eyes softened as you smiled like a fool, something you do mostly whenever you are with chuuya. you look down at his hand resting on your stomach and you place your own on top of his as you bring it towards your lips to land a small yet sweet (as believed by chuuya) kiss on it.

"i was scared too till you admitted you are as well. now, i feel a bit better knowing we are both lame as shit at this." you chuckle as you admit to him and chuuya's hand (which was on your cheek as you placed it there) pinched your cheek when he heard how much he and his talking habits influenced you.

"don't curse." he playfully warned but smiled against your shoulder when he heard you sniggering at the irony of his words.

"i can do whatever i want, who are you to tell me what to and what not to do? hm?" you hum and chuuya gulped upon finding the sound emitted by you to be fairly attractive to hear, he did not let you have the last say though.

chuuya used his other hand to pull down on his sweatpants and boxers at the same time to save the time as he could feel impatience beginning to claw at his feet now that the fear is leaving through the same limbs after your confession of your sincere feelings in this otherwise sinful night.

"your senior and more importantly, your fucking boyfriend." chuuya muttered out and his voice came out low and mumbled as he was more focused on removing the clothes that covered his lower limbs and abdomen.

the voice of the greek god had always been something humans desired to hear once before dying but do they not think about what would happen once they do actually here it?

why, of course, they become the same as you -- addicted to the voice and who cannot go one day without reminiscing that voice which moved the grounds below their feets and made the air flowing through them to feel more cool.

"you do as i say, yeah? be my good girl, always." chuuya told, no, perhaps he demanded of you to always be on your best behavior for no one wanted to see you succeed more than chuuya.

he walked on a path filled with rocks and thus, he tried his best always to influence you on what turns to take as he wanted you to walk on the opposite road, one filled with rocks, indeed since no path is easy, but one which will have flowers to be admired and not spitted out blood to grimace at.

you nodded and as soon as you did, it was as if it's a reward for being obedient ; you felt the head of chuuya's cock poke against your ass cheek and you gasped softly, feeling your heart beat fastening and you patiently yet eagerly waited for his next action.

"may i?" chuuya whispered to which you nodded. he grabbed the back of your knee to part your leg and hold it up while you nod as you feel you cannot speak up as quickly as you would want to at this moment yet you do not want to wait anymore.

"i'll run to the pharmacy as soon as it opens tomorrow and buy you morning after pills, so don't worry, hm?" chuuya found the need to clarify to soothe your nerves in case this is what is making you feel so nervous but this was not the case at all, you nod, yet your nerves do not calm down as many thoughts appear in your head at the same time -- all of them have the same objective to answer what he will do next but none of these scenarios you thought could be compared to the real thing.

"i . . . am sorry, fuck, my inexperience is really showing up huh?" chuuya laughs as he clumsily rubs the tip of his dick against your folds as to gather some slick on it, he did not bother getting any lube as your cum would act like it already and truth be told, he feels to hot to actually wait another second from pouncing onto you now.

"never really thought you would be a virgin tho --"

" -- put it in?" chuuya intrupted you to lowly speak near your ear as he nudged his tip against your clit and you nodded quickly, shakily grabbing his tip as you marvel at the texture for a while, holding a dick for the first time sure feels weird yet you don't feel scared rather excited as chuuya's breath hitched when your fingers grasped his head. chuuya inched even closer to you as he buried his head against the crook of your neck.

"continue," he ordered and you shakily inched his tip closer towards your entrance as you nodded.

"'-- i don't know, you just don't look like the type to be one. i know i shouldn't assume things about anyone but you can't help but create a certain image of someone the more you --" your words were brought to a halt again as you paused with your actions now that his tip is aligned with your entrance, afraid of the pain it'll bring while pushing his cock inside your entrance and chuuya sensed it, dreading the same moment himself since the course of this night started but he had been scared for far long to manipulate himself with fake confidence and courage and so, he kissed your neck.

"wanna bite my hand to distract yourself from the pain? it'll disappear soon." he whispered to you and even though you shook your head, not wanting to feel better by inflicting pain upon him, chuuya still brought one of his palms near your lips and pressed the side of his palm against your lips because he knew you would soon give in.

your core burned again in desire and blinded your rationality which knew about the pain it would bring to have your cunt penetrated by his dick for the first time yet it was silenced by desire, your hand holding his tip shook as he you slipped it down to grab his length inside of the head, pushing the tip closer to your slit.

it didn't feel painful except a hit foreign at first but as soon as you pushed his length inside more, you could feel almost as if your muscles are tearing ; instinctly you closed your eyes and your teeth sinked into the flesh of his palm without you even realizing of doing so, a pained gasp leaving your lips.

chuuya couldn't dwell over the feeling of your walls suffocating his cock due to your teeth almost piercing his palm, it was a shrill kind of pain yet still had a subtle undertone of pleasure beneath it as chuuya is no stranger to punches and kicks and over the years of being so fearless of getting into fights, chuuya grew a great resistance to pain.

he took over where you left, both of his hands occupied by your body (one was being bitten, the other was holding your leg up to give him access to your cunt). he slowly pushed himself into you more as he thought it will be the best to go at a slower pace and drag the process out then going in quickly during the first time and taking risks.

you let out a faint sound of pain, your teeth sinking harder into his palm and chuuya too, hissed but continued to push himself inside you and stopped only when he was balls deep in you ; he once again hid his face against your shoulder as he let out a chuckle through his gritted teeth,

"fuck, are you trying to mark me or something sweetheart?" whispers are mere words but not so anymore when the one whose lips they leave to make a emphasis is the man whose blood is art and whose eyes are the spell.

and you will always fall for the spell, won't you?

the pain subdued and paved the way for pleasure to come sauntering in and this is when you realised the choked whines and pants leaving chuuya who felt as if he will cum just from the way you are sucking him in so greedily and suffocating his cock, challenging him to move and welcome pleasure to enter your body without cumming himself at the first thrust.

your teeth lifted up from the skin yet as a replacement, your eyes fell to look if your bite was too severe, a relief filled breath being exhaled when your damage was just faint teeth marks on his palm and the skin near it being extremely red.

before anything else could grab your focus, you let out a loud and surprised moan as chuuya suddenly pulled his dick out all the way till only the crown remained in your entrance before thrusting in.

you tilted your head as you tried to look back at chuuya but the same hand that once distracted you from your pain, now is also distracting you from looking at chuuya as he wrapped it around your throat to keep your head forwards for he knew he would cum if your eyes met with his, if he saw how much pleasure he is bringing to you.

he pushed and pulled as his skin slapped against your's with each thrust he made and you whined for how is it fair for someone claiming to be a virgin to be so good at this?

and so you let your frustration be known.

" -- you are so good at this! you always know how to make me shy or riled up so it's hard to, m-mhm a -- . . . -- ahh . . ., it's hard to believe you are a vigrin -- oh fuck, chu --" your eyes rolled back when chuuya's hand abandoned your throat to grab your cheeks and squeeze them tightly.

"what the fuck did i say about watching your language? you either do that or i fucking swear to you that you won't be able to speak even a single word once i'm done with you." chuuya roughly spat out as he closed his eyes, lips parted open to make way for soft moans to leave his lips while he continued to thrust in and out of you, his hand which holds your leg up in the air shook a bit due to the pleasure messing with him.

chuuya felt your walls clenching around him as he entered and left yet when the tip of his dick touched that one spot, he whined out as your walls squeezed him greatly and he paused, catching his breath and stopping the orgasm building inside him to reach its peak. he raised his head to look at you and you happened to sense his movements, opening your eyes which you didn't even realized shutted down the moment his head grazed near your g-spot and chuuya whined, cheeks heating up as he stared at you.

with his hand still grabbing and squeezing your cheeks to keep your lips parted, chuuya leaned down immediately to let his tongue inside your mouth, lightly grazing your's as he felt his saliva mix with your's and even dribble down your chin due to his one sided french kiss.

messy yet hot, the way chuuya likes.

chuuya pulled back soon, not bringing himself able to ignore the way your thighs tenses and relaxed as you waited for him to begin thrusting inside you again ; when he pulled back, a string of saliva connected his lips with your's and it made chuuya smirk, he leaned down to lick your bottom lip before letting go of your cheeks as his hand immediately came down to pinch your nipple between his fingers, wanting to edge you using your sensitive spot and you were too deep in pleasure to realise how his fingers shook too and how he whimpered and panted, feeling like he never did before but something he wants to feel regularly from here on.

"oh sweetheart, you are such a preety mess f'me. ain't ya? if one more curse leaves your mouth, i'll make sure to actually take my warning to you seriously, 'kay?" chuuya grinned as you whined out and with a cocky grin resting on his face, chuuya laid his head on the pillow again, beginning to thrust into you slowly yet deeply but not for long as once the taste of pleasure reentered into chuuya's body, his thrusts grew quick yet clumsy.

chuuya's fingers continued their assault as well, pinching your nipples, groping your breasts and lightly caressing them with a ticklish touch, all to watch you crumble below his finger and he dared not stop till your breathing quickened even more.

the saliva which still dropped down your chin and onto your neck is nothing compared to the pleasure flowing down your spine and stopping at your abdomen, where it playfully pulled on one end of the knot in your stomach.

the endless sucking of chuuya's dick by your walls had his thighs shaking as he moaned out softly.

chuuya's finger trailed down your breasts, downwards your abdomen and settled at your pubis before it once again trailed downwards and chuuya swore he only touched your clit with his thumb when you felt more pleasure travel down your spine and up your legs in waves, heavy waves.

these waves broke the knot in your stomach and you loudly cried out in pleasure and surprise when your body begins to tremble, the waves flowing from your head all the way to your toes.

so what broke the dam that is the knot of pleasure?

it was when chuuya lifted himself a bit to cling onto your neck and lick the side of it, the moment you felt his wet muscle touching your skin, your knot broke and the door of the dams opened, you loudly came while moaning his name.

chuuya watched with wide eyes in amazement your body shook and you squirted. he watched, till he couldn't anymore and with one more thrust, he entered what seemed like the mortal equivalent of a taste of heaven.

"chu." it's how your voice cracked when you called his name immediately after your orgasm ended that had him quickly pulling out of you. thick ropes of white painted your back and ass as if it were a canvas for his paint. like his heart was beating fast, so were you both as you two panted, desperately trying to come back to reality after getting a short glimpse of heaven on earth and when chuuya finally felt the sensitivity and leftover pleasure leaving his body and leaving it in a relaxed yet weakened state, he let your leg fall (the one he was holding up the entire time) and raised his hand infront of you to let you know he wants you to grab it.

you do, sucking another deep breath in to calm yourself from this addicting high, you raise your hand to clasp it against his, fingers tangling against his pretty, lithe ones and you wonder when the moon came out from its hiding again to shower chuuya's skin with its light, making his skin almost glow.

"was it good for you? any pain? was i too rough? did i go to hard --"

" -- why don't you just come and kiss me chu?" you mutter fondly as you stare at your clasped hands before chuuya tugs on it, his other hand going to grab your forearm to turn you around as he immediately raised his head to capture your lips in a soft kiss again.

━━━━━━━ 💋 end.

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aryxchse · 17 days

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I just read your Percy Jackson x daughter of Persephone fic and I really would like to read one for daughter of Hekate.

I mean you still have me questioning my Cabin but for the sake of all those years that I was daughter of Hekate, I would love to read Percy Jackson x daughter of Hekate from you.

casted a spell on me / percy jackson x daughter of hecate! reader.

a / n : my wife y'all 👆🏻

warnings : cursing

- percy wanted to gift hazel a special crystal for her birthday

- but he never really understood the girl, nor the crystal things

- so which cabin everyone visits when stuff like this happens?

- the hecate cabin.

- you were the only one left in cabin when percy barged in

- while you were cleansing (?) your room

- "hello?"

- "i am so sorry- should i leave? am i intrupting something?"

- you shrugged him off with a laugh, saying that it's not important enough for him to leave

- and he happily stayed

- "you.. know hazel right?"

- "duh, she's my ride or die."

- and everything began like this

- there was 2 weeks until hazel's birthday and percy decided to use that time wisely

- and he was kinda glad that he started working early

- because, he get to spend time with you

- man he's already whipped, look at you doing magical stuff and casting a spell on the boy

- the last part was percy's own delusion but yeah, you could turn him into a pig and he would be thankful

- "you could gift her tarot cards as a bonus, she's interested in those."

- "...show me."

- this boy knows NOTHING

- and when you read his cards he was gasping like a little girl

- hes so amazed by you omg

- you could make up something for the uno cards and he would scream 'this girl fucking rocks!!'

- did i said hes whipped? do i have to??

- anyways back on hazel's birthday gift mission

- since you ran out from hazel's favorite crystals, somehow, you both got the chance to shop outside in the mortal world!!!!

- it was a perfect first date in percy's head

- he's asking you personal questions like which crystal is best for your aura or smth

- sneaky bastard

- you guys shopped together until night and lost your dessert for the week

- but who cares? it was the best date

- people saw percy leave with a different crystal each time after visiting your cabin

- you got this boy wear crystals for lucky charm

- he joked that he only needed you for luck but anyways-

- the mission was complete eventually

- but percy didn't left your side even after hazel's birthday

- you guys are ment to be together now okay?? it says that on your birth chart

- your zodiacs are matching too

- shut up you made him a manifest queen

- he lets you draw symbols on his arms for some reasons you came up with

- hes scared you're really making him obsessed with you, because of the amount of times you're in his head, is embarresing

- and he needed to make you his

- like immediatly

- or else he'll go crazy from his love

- maybe you did cast a spell-

- "i think i learned how to read your cards."

- when he said that in one of his regular visits, you couldn't help but get curious

- did he actually learned that fast?

- so you gave him your cards and picked a few, he started looking at them like he knew something

- it said that something will happen good this week

- but instead, percy said

- "you're in love with a raven haired boy aren't you?"

- you tried so hard not to laugh

- and it was true, so you let him play his game

- "oh my gods! how did you know?"

- he literally smirked

- "i'm a natural pretty."

- he started to look more, and told you to pick two more cards

- you could already see what it meant, but you were curious what he will say

- "hmm, this guy has gorgeous sea green eyes, man you have taste!"

- a snort left your lips but you quickly gathered yourself

- "can you see any initials??"

- "oh totally! the lovers card is upside down so it means p and j."

- you were turning red from holding your laugh at this point, and he started to get a feeling that you figured what he was doing

- no shit sherlock

- "how weird, doesn't that ring any bells to you too? or is it just me?"

- "maybe it's that hot dude called percy jackson?"

- "OHHHH yes!! i knew i remembered that initials from somewhere!!"

- you both burst into laughters

- "my dear student, i see you payed attention to my classes!"

- he laughed at your tease until he finally managed to answer

- "being in love with you helped."

- smooth, jackson. smooth.

#I HOPE U LIKE ITTTTT #because i somehow did?? idk #perseus jackson x you #percy x you #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson headcanon #pjo show

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cherrycola27 · 11 months

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All Too Well

Series Warnings: Language, drinking, military inaccuracies. Allusions to smut, eventual smut. Unrequited love, enemies to lovers. Adult themes and situations. 18+ Minors DNI

Masterlist Previous Part Next Part

Specific Chapter Warnings: drugging and attempted assault (nothing explicit)

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Chapter 3: Lost in Translation

The ride back to your house was a quiet one. You were angry at Rooster; and Jake was still the poor, unsuspecting bastard that thought he had a chance with you.

Really, in your mind, you thought that maybe you and Jake could work. In theory, it sounded good, but ultimately, despite everything, Bradley Bradshaw had your heart.

After tipping the driver, both of you climbed out. You invited Jake in for a drink and to let him down easy. Once the glass was in his hand, you spoke.

"Jake, I'm sorry. You're a great guy, but I don't have my shit figured out, and I have too much history with Bradley. It wouldn't be fair for me to string you along." You sighed. Jake sat his glass down and nodded.

"I understand. I appreciate that you're being honest with me about it. Lord knows I've strung my fair share along. I don't know everything that happened between you and Rooster, but I know that you two aren't finished." Jake said.

There was a beat of silence before Jake asked. "Hey, Hustler. Mind if I ask you a personal question?" You shrugged your shoulders and downed your beverage. "What did happen between you and Bradshaw?"

You took a deep breath and leaned on your kitchen counter.

"Well. It started back in Top Gun. With my dad pulling his papers, it ended up setting him back to where we went through the program together. Even though Bradley and Maverick had their issues, we always kept in touch. He was my best friend. It was the last week of class, and there were talks that the top finishers were going to get chosen for a special mission." You began.

"Rooster and I were one and two in the program with a set of dick heads behind us. We had also been secretly dating since the beginning of the program. The first night we got there, after a little too much tequila, we realized that there was no point in pretending that we didn't have feelings for each other." You tell him.

"Well, we get paired up to go against the other team who is trying to take the top spot from us. Rooster is named team leader. That's fine. Bradley has always been a—cautious flyer. It's not a bad thing, but I've always been the more—recklessly between the two of us. So, we are up there flying, and Rodeo and Sparks, the other two pilots, are closing in on us. I keep telling Rooster that we need to take the shot and take them out. He keeps telling me that I need to wait." You explain to Jake.

"Well, I don't listen. I drop down and take the shot. We win the exercise." You pause for a minute to gather yourself. This next part is always the hardest to tell.

"But when I dropped in to take the shot, Rooster got caught in my jet wash. He lost both engines and was spinning out. He had to eject. But—Bradley—he didn't have enough altitude, and he landed hard on the side of the mountain. Really hard." You state with tears in his eyes.

"So you're the one who caused his accident. The one that gave him his scars. Aren't you?" Jake asks. Your eyes snap to meet his.

"I asked him about them one time. He said it was a bad ejection during his Top Gun days, but that's all he said." Jake informed you.

"Rooster ended up with a broken arm and thirteen lacerations to his face and body. There is still some debris in his face because the doctors said it wasn't worth marring him anymore. I maimed him, almost killed him, just because I wanted to win." You tell Jake.

"When my superiors officers asked me what happened, I told them that Rooster was being too cautious and I made the decision I thought needed to be made. They awarded me the top spot in the class and the special assignment because I wasn't afraid to take chances. When I went to see Bradley in the hospital, he screamed that he never wanted to see me again. He told me I used him, that I played him. I pretended to care about him just to further my own career. He said I was not better than Maverick. He said I hustled him." You try to choke back the sob that is sitting in your throat.

"So, I leaned into it. I started only caring about myself. Made me a damn good pilot, but not a lot of friends. And life is cruel, so there were times Bradley and I would be stationed together. We'd apologized for Top Gun and tried to be friends. It would would always end the same, though. I'd break his heart before he could get too close. I couldn't let him in again. I couldn't let him get hurt like that again because of me. I don't know what I would do if something like that ever happened again, because—well—I love him." You admit to Jake.

"Hus—fuck—I don't know what to tell you." Jake sighs. "I came back to North Island to prove to Bradley I had changed. But he doesn't think I have or doesn't think I can. I also think he doesn't want to admit that he hurt me. Because he left me just as many times as I left him." You tell him.

"But, maybe Bradley is right. I mean—I wouldn't want to be with me either. I'm a pathological people pleaser who just wants to be seen." You sigh.

Jake isn't sure how to respond. He shakes his head and offers you a hug that you accept. You realize how late it is, and you let him stay in your get room before driving him home in your Jeep the next morning.

Sunday passes rather uneventfully. Jake and a few others text you to see how you are and if you're ready for Monday. You lie and tell them you are, but you're dreading it.

Monday still comes no matter how much you try to will it away. You find yourself getting ready for a new assignment.

Cyclone is rattling off teaching pairs. You're praying he puts you with someone—anyone other than Bradley.

"And Rooster, you'll be teaching and flying with Hustler." Admiral Simpson said as he finished giving assignments for the upcoming Top Gun class. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your father move. You assumed he was about to tell Cyclone what a bad idea that was, but before he could, Rooster spoke up.

"Sir, with all due respect, could I please be assigned a new partner. I can't fly with someone I can't trust. No offense. " Rooster smirked as he leaned forward to look at you across the room. You felt the tension rise in your shoulders. You wanted to get up and slap that stupid fucking mustache off his face.

Of course, he would try to embarrass you in front of your new squadron, yet again. "I can fly with her, sir," Hangman says quickly. You shoot Jake a grateful smile as Rooster mumbles under his breath.

"Okay, Rooster, you'll be with Phoenix and Bob then. Hangman, you and Hustler. Lieutenant Seresin, please make sure you set a good example. No stunts." Cyclone warns. Jake nods his head in understanding while Rooster whispers to Harvard and Yale that Hangman isn't the one they should worry about pulling a stunt.

The first week you spend at Top Gun goes better than you expected. You avoid Bradley, and he avoids you. You find yourself getting closer with the other members of the team, and you and Jake are becoming good friends. When the weekend rolls around, everyone invites you to drinks but you decline. After the last group outing, you decided to take some time to yourself.

It takes Jake and Phoenix bugging you for a full month before you agree to go out again.

You meet them at the Hard Deck and are having a great time until Rooster shows up. Only he's not alone. Everyone groans when they see the bottle blonde on his arm. "Great, Rooster brought Trashlee again." Jake mutters.

"Trashlee?" You ask him. "Her name is Ashlee, with two ee's, but we can't stand her. She's like twenty-six and super self-absorbed. She is definitely a tag chaser. Though I can't figure out if she is with Rooster because she has daddy issues or if Rooster is with her because he's trying to get over you." Jake tells you.

"Oh, well, I'll try to be nice." You smirk. And you really did. But everyone was right, Ashlee was trash. She only talked about herself, disagreed with anything you said, and she called Rooster BradBrad, which made your skin crawl.

She spent the entire evening perched on Rooster's lap giggling like an airhead, and Bradley went along with it. He made sure to send smug glances your way. It was like he was trying to prove he was so much better off without you. Which was fine. If he wanted that, he could have it. But you didn't have to watch him flaunt it in your face.

You got tired of the over-kill PDA he and Trashlee were putting on, and you decided to leave.

You hopped in your Jeep and headed to the O Club. It wasn't your preferred place to drink, but it was still a Navy bar, and it was better than nothing.

Men tried hitting on you as you sat and sulked on a stool, but you shot them down. However, there was a young lieutenant that wouldn't give up. Honestly, he gave you the creeps. He hovered, trying to buy you drinks and chat you up. But you politely, yet firmly turned him down time and time again.

You had just drained the last of your tequila-soda and got up to pay when a wave of vertigo passed over you. You stumbled across the club into the bathroom. Unaware of the same lieutenant watching you. You tumbled into the bathroom and gripped the counter. After splashing some cold water on your face, the realization hit you, someone had slipped something in your drink.

You always tried to be so careful, but somehow, it happened. You had a feeling it was the man who couldn't take no for an answer. You pulled your phone out of your pocket. You couldn't call your parents. Mav and Penny would lecture you for hours. So, you did the only thing you could think of. You called Bradley.

Back in the day, the two of you agreed that if you ever called or texted each other the word "mayday" that you would help the other, not questions asked.

Your hands trembled, and your vision was hazy as you clicked his contact info and prayed he hadn't changed his number.

"Hustler? What the hell do you want?" Bradley answered roughly into his phone.

"Bra—Bradley." You stuttered out. "Mayday. O Club, " your voice shook.

Bradley's eyes went wide. He instantly shoved Ashlee off of him and threw down a wad of cash, more than enough to cover his tab, before sprinting out of the Hard Deck.

"Hustler, Y/N, what's wrong?" Bradley panted into his phone as he cranked the Bronco.

"My drink—I think—" you trailed off."

"Where are you? I'm on my way." Bradley stated. "Ba—bathroom. I'm in the bathroom." You replied tearfully.

"Stay there. I'll be there in less than five!" Rooster told you. You opened your mouth to respond, but the words got lost on your tongue.

Bradley tried to keep you talking, but you weren't responding. Suddenly, he heard you cry out. "No, no, you aren't Rooster. Let me go." He could hear the other person, a male voice trying yo coax you to go with them. He heard you attempt to push them off, but you were too weak to fight back.

His heart sank. Someone was trying to take you. Someone was going to try and take advantage of you.

"Bradley." You cried into the phone before it disconnected.

"Just put that in your pocket, honey. You tried to push him off of you as he shoved your phone into the pocket of your jacket, but your limbs weren't cooperating.

You felt your body being lifted off the floor as you were put on your feet. He tossed one of your arms over his shoulder and wrapped an arm around you. He reeked of cheep cologne and beer.

You wanted to fight and protest, but your brain was cloudy. You prayed that Bradley would show up.

Bradley peeled into the O Club parking lot on two wheels. He slamed his Bronco into park and jumped out of the cab just in time to see a man in a Navy uniform practically dragging you towards his car.

"Hey!" He held as he ran up to the man.

"Hey man, everything's cool. My girl just had a few too many." He tried to brush Bradley off.

"Try again asshole. I know for a fact she's not your girl, because she's my girl. She called me from inside, saying she thought someone had put something in her drink. So you have exactly two seconds to get your hands off of her before I take them off for you." Bradley growled and cracked his knuckles.

Deciding that you were more trouble than you were worth. The lieutenant dropped your half conscious body into Bradley's arms and ran to his car. Rooster made sure to take pictures of the car and the plate number in case you wanted to press charges later.

"Bradley?" You mumbled, and you looked up and him blinking slowly.

"Yeah. It's me. I'm here." He said as he started walking back to the Bronco with you in his arms.

"Bradley, wait!" You put your hand on his chest and stopped before violently emptying the contents of your stomach in the parking lot.

"Hus, I've got to get you to the ER." Bradley told you.

"No. No hospital. Mav can't know." You protested. Bradley sighed, but he knew you were right. He'd had his fair share of lectures from Pete. He could only imagine what it was like for you to have him as a father.

Bradley decided he would take you to Bob's house. His wife was a doctor, and she might be able to help.

"You came for me." You whispered as Bradley tucked you into the passenger's seat of his car.

"You called, Y/N." Bradley shrugged.

"But why? Why did you come?" You asked him. Bradley wasn't sure how to respond. "Y/N, it doesn't matter. Just try to relax until I can get you some help." Bradley shook his head before cranking his car and merging into traffic.

"Why wouldn't I have come?" Rooster asks you.

"Because you hate me." You said right before you passed out.

.................

Bob was ready to kill whoever was knocking on his door at three in the morning. He opened it up, ready to give whoever it was a piece of his mind, but his anger faded the moment he saw Rooster standing there with you passed out in his arms.

"You wanna tell me what happened?" Bob asked.

"She called me from the O Club, some fuck boy lieutenant drugged her. She won't let me take her to the hospital, so I was hoping Kenzi might be able to help." Rooster said.

As if on cue, Bob's wife, Dr. Kenzi Floyd came to the door. "Robby? Who's here so—" She froze when she saw the sight on her doorstep.

"Rooster. Do you want to tell me why you're holding a semi-concious woman?" She asked him. "Wait, is that Trashlee?" She whispered to Bob.

"No, that's Hustler. We like her." Bob told his wife.

"Okay. Good." She confirmed before letting Bradley bring you in the house.

"Trashlee?" Bradley asked Bob. "In case you missed it, Rooster, we aren't huge fans of your—situationship. Ashlee kind of sucks, so we call her Trashlee." Bob shrugged. Rooster rolled his eyes. This was a debate for another day.

Kenzi came back with her medical bag and an IV as Bradley informed her of the situation.

"Okay, sounds like your typical roofie situation. I'll give her an IV, but you'll need to monitor her overnight. Have her sleep on her side in case she throws up. We don't want her to aspirate. Lots of fluids tomorrow. Normally, it's like a really bad hangover. Call me if you notice any changes or if she can't keep fluids down." Kenzi instructed him.

Bradley nodded. He stayed by your side until Kenzi removed the IV from your hand before scooping you up.

He took you back to his house and carefully stripped your vomit covered clothes off of you, and slipped one of his old Navy t-shirts on you. He carefully laid you on your side in his bed before putting your clothes in the wash.

He grabbed the armchair from the far side of his room and put it directly beside his bed so he could watch you.

All night, he watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest. He watched your face scrunch and twist and heard each whimper you made.

He wondered what was going on in your mind right now. As he sat there, Bradley thought about the last words you said to him. About how you couldn't believe he came because he hated you.

Bradley didn't hate you. He could never hate you. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved you with every fiber of his being. But you always pushed him away when he got too close. He remembers what he said to you at the end of your time in Top Gun. He was angry at the world—at you—at himself.

He used the words that he knew would cut the deepest. And ever since you'd been back, he'd been treating you like a second-class person.

You had hurt him, there was no doubt about it. But in that moment, as he watched you tremble in your sleep, Bradley realized that he wasn't innocent. He'd hurt you just as much. Bradley also realized that doing to you what you'd done to him didn't make him feel better. It honestly made him sick to think about it.

The entire squadron had told him that you weren't the person he described, Maverick had even told him how you'd changed. Bradley was too blinded by his anger to see. It was just like how he'd been with Maverick when he first returned to San Diego.

It took both of them almost dying for him to let go of the past. And now, here you were, barely alive in his bed. It took him almost losing you to realize that maybe, just maybe, he'd been wrong this whole time.

You weren't the villain in his story; he was.

So we finally know what happened between them! Hope you enjoyed!

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Something In The Orange

Summary: Someone is trying to murder Eris Vanserra's soon-to-be wife.

And no one can rule him out as a suspect

Note: Big thanks to @octobers-veryown for the mood board and the unknown anon for the song inspiration.

For @sjmromanceweek

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Arina didn’t dare leave her room for another week. Her father came to visit, lamenting the bruises on her neck and how reckless she was. It was as if he thought she’d somehow done this to herself.

“Why aren't you more careful?” he asked, gripping her shoulders tightly. “You’ll ruin everything. I want you in this room every minute of every day.”

Eris came by, too, though Arina refused to let him in. She didn’t have the energy to look at him, let alone listen to him berate her, too. The only person allowed inside was Elain, who brought tea and baked goods with her and didn’t ask her to speak if she didn’t want to. Elain could carry on a one-sided conversation for hours while Arina nodded her head and listened, grateful for the quiet company.

Two weeks in the palace, and twice someone had tried and nearly succeeded in ending her life. She wasn’t allowed to leave which meant it would probably happen again and again until she was dead and then what? Arina turned it over in her head again and again. What did someone gain by killing her? And every time she pondered that question she came back to Eris. He didn’t want her and had a whole elite squad of soldiers at his beck and call. The servants did everything he said without question.

He could have ordered her food poisoned. Could have told one of his guards to wait in her room and strangle her. And if he failed again and again, he could just kill her on their wedding night. Why not? Who would stop him? Arina was paranoid, pushing her dresser in front of her bedroom door each night to keep someone from coming in and sleeping with her knife clutched in her hand which had resulted in slicing up her bedsheets on more than one occasion.

Elain had been right about the wedding. Beron had pushed it back by a month. Not because she kept nearly dying but because of some problem with some noble family up north that wouldn’t be able to arrive in time. It was as if she was merely an afterthought, a replaceable body no one really cared about.

She might have stayed in bed for another week had someone not come sailing through the glass doors of her balcony. The sun had just risen when she heard the latch turn, causing her to roll over, heart in her throat.

It was only Eris, hair plastered to his slick forehead and a look of irritation on his face. His eyes slid from her to the dresser in front of her door.

“That explains things,” he grumbled, hands on his hips. “Get up—we’re going out today.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Arina snapped, pulling the blanket further up her body. Eris shoved the dresser away from the door, revealing a sword strapped along his back. Was it real or merely for show? He still looked like a court trained bastard in his fine clothes and yet…Arina looked back at the open balcony. Had he scaled it? Alone?

While Eris turned, wiping sweaty palms on his pants, Arina examined his fingers. She expected to see well groomed nails and immaculate fingers and instead found dried blood and dirt caked against the jagged nail beds. So he had climbed alone.

That didn’t change anything.

“Get dressed,” Eris ordered again, pulling open her bedroom door with a flourish. “If I have to ask again I’ll undress you myself.”

“I’ll bet you’d like that,” she snapped, kicking the blanket off her body.

“I’ll bet you’re right,” he muttered, slamming the door behind him as he went. It took her a minute to absorb his words. I’ll bet you're right.

What did that mean?

Arina dressed quickly, not bothering to make herself look nice. After all, it was only Eris. There was nothing she could have done that would have impressed him so why try at all? He’d have found fault in whatever she did, if only because she kept him waiting. She chose a dress made of blue aquamarine fabric and tied her hair into a respectable knot at the nape of her neck. No jewels, no make up, just a pair of slip on shoes he’d never see and a scowl painted on her face when she strolled into the sitting room.

Eris stood, brows raised. “Aren’t you radiant—”

“Save it, Eris,” she snapped, earning a sharp smile in response. “What do you want?”

“Your company,” he replied, the liar. “You're sulking.”

“I’m hiding,” she disagreed, not bothering to add that he was one of the people she was hiding from. Eris arched a brow as he pushed his sweaty hair off his face.

“You’re scared.”

It wasn’t a question.

Arina shrugged, hating that she had to tell him what ought to have been obvious from the start. Of course she was scared. No one seemed concerned about what was happening nor had she heard any plan to try and stop whoever was behind the attacks. It was merely business as usual and Arina didn’t know how to deal with it all.

Eris offered her his hand, devoid of the rings he’d been wearing the last couple times she’d seen him. Staring, Arina waited until he took it back with a roll of his amber eyes. “Fine. Follow me, then.”

Arina did as she was told, keeping one step behind Eris until they were moving at a glacial pace. He was trying to get her to walk next to him but she wanted to be just behind him so if anyone came running at them, they’d have to go through Eris first.

“Arina,” Eris grumbled, standing in a shaft of early morning light. “What would it take for you to believe I am not trying to kill you?”

“You have the most to gain,” she whispered as he reached for her arm, pulling her out of the main corridor toward a wall of closed windows. “If I died, you’d be free—”

“There is no freedom in my position,” Eris hissed, eyes flashing dangerously. “If it wasn’t you it would be someone else. I need you to really hear me when I say that if I wanted to kill you, you would be dead, Arina. Do you understand? Look at me. You’d be dead. I could have killed you when I found you unconscious on the floor and no one would have blamed me for it.”

“Maybe you’re playing the long game—”

“I am playing a political game and unfortunately for you, you’re merely collateral. My father wants the territory your father currently occupies and the only way he’ll hand it over is if you and I get married. If I had my way, you’d have married one of my brothers who are far nicer than I am but I didn’t get my way.”

“And now you want me dead.”

“I want a lot of things,” Eris replied, his eyes strangely bright. “Your death is not one of them.”

“I don’t trust you.”

Eris sighed. “Fine. We got off to a bad start—I’ll take all the blame for that. Now will you walk with me, and not like I’m dragging you at knife point?”

“Maybe.”

“Arina, I swear to the hells—”

“I want one of the dogs. For…protection.” Arina hadn’t meant to blurt it all out—she’d meant to ask him to take her back to the kennels. But what had come out was that she wanted a dog and when she said it, Eris’s whole body went taut, causing Arina to justify why she wanted a dog.

“A dog,” he repeated. “Just…any dog—”

“One of the dogs from the kennel,” she clarified, certain she was not cut out to raise a puppy.

“Those dogs are killers,” Eris tried to explain, teeth clenched together. “They’d rip you apart.”

“Would not.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Eris said, “Let's find out. If I’m right—and I will be—you and I can negotiate some kind of animal protection.”

“And when you’re wrong you have to apologize. And mean it,” Arina replied a touch too smugly. Eris sighed, shaking his head but when he began walking again, Arina kept pace with him which seemed to please him. It wasn’t friendship but it was cordial—almost polite. And Arina, damn her, could see a future in which they existed exactly as they were. Civil enough, negotiating everything between them in a constant push and pull of what they wanted versus what they needed.

No one tried to stop Eris as they made their way across the grounds, heads bowed as he passed. Arina had to jog to keep up with him, skirts bunched in one hand as the wind blew strands of her hair across her face. Eris kept glancing over to ensure she was keeping pace though he never slowed down.

It took Arina a moment to catch her breath once they reached the kennel space. She was grateful for the roof overhead that provided the dogs shelter from the elements and Arina cover from the sun.

“Go ahead,” Eris said, nodding toward the crate Arina had stood before a week earlier. “If you get too close they’ll try…”

Arina strode right to the cage, pressed her palm to the bars, all while maintaining eye contact with Eris as his dog licked her palm.

“They’re vicious,” she teased, delighted by how annoyed he was.

“Move your hand,” Eris ordered, beckoning for her to come stand beside him. Arina did while Eris called one of the guards. “Go touch the cage.”

“Your majesty?”

“Do it.”

The guard merely had to extend his hand before the once docile dog began snarling, teeth barred. Eris waved him off, barking an order to the dog before rounding on Arina. “You’ve been here before.”

“I like dogs.”

Eris ran his tongue over his teeth. “I suppose I can trust one of my dogs not to kill you in your sleep. Who is your favorite?”

With a small amount of hand wringing, Arina chose Apollo, the first dog she’d met that day. Eris sighed when Arina crouched the scratch behind Apollo’s pert ears, earning a wet, sloppy kiss to the face.

“He must like the way you smell.”

“Jealous?” she crooned, fingers grazing Apollo’s head as she stood. Eris’s expression remained unmoved.

“Maybe.”

I’ll bet you’re right.

“What were you going to show me today?”

“Oh now you want to know? Now that you’ve stolen one of my dogs?”

“Our dogs, Eris. Everything that’s yours belongs to me now.”

She swore that was a true smile on his face, smothered seconds later in favor of the boredom currently gracing his features. That was too bad, because Arina thought she could be convinced to admit he was handsome if he smiled like he meant it more often.

“Not yet,” he reminded her, beckoning for her to follow him with a nod of his head. “Right now you’re just some random woman who won’t look at me.”

“What’s to look at?”

“My beautiful face, for starters,” Eris shot back, smothering yet another smile. Arina couldn’t help herself, gathering up her dress again to half jog across the lawn just so she could keep pace with him. Between them, Apollo bounded about, ripping little yellow dandelions from the ground and chewing furiously, his tail whipping about in the wind.

“What if I don’t want to look at your face?” Arina questioned.

“I could remove my shirt—”

“Any part of you, Eris!”

He shrugged. “You could talk to me,” he suggested, this ease on his expression shifting back into that emotionless neutrality she’d become so used to. “Like you do with Lady Elain.”

“Elain doesn’t insult me,” Arina reminded Eris.

“I can’t promise such extravagance.”

“What can you promise, then?”

Eris stopped abruptly just inside the palace. “That you’re not going to die. Not yet, anyway—not now.”

“You can’t promise me that,” Arina replied, her throat strangely dry. “You haven’t helped—”

“I will,” he interrupted, his voice low and fervent. “And when I find who is responsible, I’ll make them suffer.”

“That's all you can promise me?”

Eris nodded and Arina knew better to push things. It was the nicest conversation they’d had since they met. They weren’t friends, or even friendly—Arina suspected Eris would have done it for anyone, that he liked the idea of blood on his hands. It still mattered to her because at least Eris cared enough to want to do something about what was happening. And he wasn’t blaming her for it, either, or demanding she stay in her apartment until they were married, at which point Arina assumed her father didn’t care if she lived or died so long as he got whatever else Beron had promised him.

“This was what I wanted to show you,” Eris told her, pulling a little, silver key from his breast pocket. Arina stepped between two heavy oak doors and into the dimly lit library waiting just beyond. Unlike the library they’d had back home, which consisted of thirty books Arina had read a hundred times before she’d left, the library here was two stories tall and filled wall to ceiling with shelves packed with books. More than she could read in her life, though Arina vowed to try.

It occurred to her later she ought to have thanked Eris. She hadn’t even heard him leave—hadn’t thought about him until the sun began to set and Apollo looked up from his place at her feet. Eris was long gone by them, unconcerned with her.

And for the first time, Arina was convinced things would be okay.

ERIS:

Showing Arina the library had been a mistake. She spent all day running wild with Elain Archeron and all night tucked up in the library. Eris hadn’t seen her in days other than at the occasional meal, though some nights not even then. He felt compelled to check on her though he knew Apollo was far better skilled at ripping out throats than he was—if the dog hadn’t come running, ruined torso in tow, then Arina was fine.

Eris was forced to admit that he wanted to see her. He just couldn’t admit it, at least not outloud which was how Eris found himself on a committee meeting with all the married wives of the noblemen at court as they planned a ball one evening. He’d made the mistake of telling his mother Arina wasn’t making a lot of friends while leaving out that she was also being hunted through the palace and no one knew who was after her.

Though Eris had his suspicions.

All his mother had heard, though, was Eris wanted to spend time with his soon-to-be wife and dragged him into a planning session where Eris remained utterly silent, a scowl plastered to his face. He’d gotten through it, though barely, and found himself drunk that night wondering how his life had become such a joke.

He needed a distraction. Turning on his heel, Eris took a familiar path through the winding halls of the palace, looking for the set of doors he knew were never truly locked. Not to him, anyway. Layla lay beyond them, likely already undressed and in bed though she’d get up if he walked through.

She always did.

Eris reached for the brass handle, fingers curling around the cool metal. All he had to do was push and he could rid himself of his thoughts for the rest of the night. It occurred to him as he stood on the red floor runner beneath his boots, that Layla was going to think she’d be his mistress if he kept coming to see her.

And if she thought that, she’d brag about it at court.

What would Arina think?

Snarling softly to himself, Eris let go of the door handle and turned yet again back the way he came. “Who cares?” he demanded softly, well aware that apparently he cared. The thought of Arina learning Eris had no intention of remaining faithful even at the beginning of their marriage. All he could think about was his mother, who’d endured the same humiliation her entire marriage knowing full well if she ever stepped out in the same way, Beron would have had her neck.

Would he have Arina’s?

No, he told himself, annoyed that he couldn’t make his own thoughts sound believable. Eris stalked up to the library, certain Arina was curled up in a chair asleep. He’d gotten numerous complaints from the scholars who worked there. They didn’t like Apollo, didn’t like that Arina stayed all day, didn’t like a woman in their hallowed halls.

When Beron learned there was a dog walking his halls there would be hell to pay. And Eris would pay it, was bracing himself for the pain that was certainly coming because Eris knew he wasn’t going to acquiesce to his fathers inevitable demand to remove the dog. Since Apollo had begun following Arina around there had been no more attempts on her life.

Whoever wanted her dead wasn’t entirely stupid. Eris believed they were merely reevaluating and the next time they struck, it would be like the first time. Impersonal and yet no less deadly than before and what he found frustrating was his inability to stop it. To know something was coming and be impeded by his own helplessness.

Eris was right about one thing—Arina was curled up in a chair, Apollo at her feet. A book was sprawled over her chest, half hidden beneath tendrils of the hair that had escaped the hateful pins attempting to pull them back. He wished she’d leave her hair down all the time and knew if she did, he’d never get anything done.

How pathetic, to trail after a woman like some kind of love-sick puppy.

Like Lucien.

Eris shuddered before nudging Arina’s leg with his boot. Apollo raised his head, blinking blue eyes at the master who had trained him…and then offered Eris a show of teeth.

“Watch yourself,” Eris warned, as if the dog understood him.

Arina opened one eye, revealing the brightest green he’d ever seen and Eris felt like she’d struck him. She was having some kind of effect on him and he didn’t particularly care for it. There was no shortage of beautiful women, he reminded himself.

The problem was how beautiful she was, and how unattainable she’d become. Arina had no interest in him and merely tolerated his presence, which made Eris want her. He wanted her to want him so he could stop wanting her.

“Go away,” she grumbled, closing that eye again.

Eris crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t make me pick you up.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she replied, so convinced she was right that she didn’t bother to look at him again. She had no idea what Eris would dare. Just like she had no idea how badly he wanted to touch her. Eris could have argued with her until he’d bullied her out of the chair like he’d done the night before.

But this night betrayed his frustration. He also could have undressed Layla, closed his eyes, and pretended it was his soon-to-be wife. As if that was going to help him—Eris suspected if he tried it would only make the wanting worse. He just needed to get her under him so he could get over his little obsession and move on with his life.

Eris scooped her out of the chair before Apollo could stop him, hauling her over his shoulder without care or concern for her modesty. That was on purpose—her dress rode up over her legs as she flailed, revealing slim legs and pretty thighs he wanted touch, too.

“I’m going to kill you,” she hissed.

“I would like to see you try,” Eris responded, unable to disguise his good mood. He could feel her breasts squished against his back and for the moment, that was enough to sustain him.

She didn’t try at all, though she did dig her elbow painfully against his spine. It was tempting to pull them both to the floor…and then what? Because in Eris’s little fantasy, she wanted him to press his body against hers, to let him taste her, touch her, have her. And in reality, he was certain if he even tried Arina would do more than elbow him in the spine.

She was likely to break his nose.

Eris had an idea, stupid as it was. To get what he wanted, he needed to be a little more clever than he’d been. He needed her to trust him. When Arina said, “Eris, I’m awake. Please put me down now,” he did without protest, though he kept his hands on the sides of her body right up until her feet hit the ground.

They were close to her apartment and he knew he wasn’t allowed inside this late at night. “Do you know how to use a weapon?” he asked, thinking of all the ways he could pin her down in the name of teaching her something new. It was as good of a plan as the ball where he’d be able to dance with her without her any the wiser. Get her used to his fingers on her skin, the way he smelled, the sound of his voice.

Eris needed to stop thinking about it before he couldn’t walk back to his own apartments.

“No” she admitted, jutting her chin in the air as she looked up at him. “Why?”

“I’ll teach you,” he replied with a casual shrug of his shoulders. “Tomorrow, after lunch. Meet me here, and don’t make me chase you down.”

“I’m starting to think you like chasing after me,” she replied, the bratty little thing. Eris clenched his jaw in an effort to keep himself in check. He couldn’t keep the image of her running while he hunted her down, not to hurt her but to fuck her against the forest floor, from racing through his mind.

His blood felt too hot, his skin itchy. It was absurd, plotting to get her naked when, if Eris merely waited, he’d end up there anyway. There was no avoiding it and he was sure she must have realized that at some point she’d have to let him touch her. Had she pictured it? Eris wondered what she imagined.

Maybe he’d ask Elain what Arina was thinking. If he was crafty, Elain would tell him without feeling like she’d betrayed Arina. Eris could use it against Arina, subvert her expectations…and make her want him. And after that, well…then he could have her whenever he wanted and discard her when he didn’t.

That was Eris’s ideal marriage.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” Eris ordered, not bothering to respond to her accusation. Let her think what she liked—he wouldn’t be confirming anything. Eris turned as Arina repeated his words in high pitched, mocking tone. He didn’t bother to turn and stare her down.

He didn’t want her to see him laughing.

#eris vanserra #limping over the finish line this week

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lazycats-stuff · 1 year

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Hello, good day/afternoon or night.

I wanted to make a request if you don't mind. I would like it to be a jason todd x male reader, where the reader is of the same race as martian manhunter and that i worked with jason in the "outlaws"

I would like to see the reader a little unsure of himself because of his Martian appearance and a protective and loving Jason. And that he shows it by making love in a tender and affectionate way and those things.

I hope not to be a nuisance.

Don't worry, you are not a nuisance. However, I didn't read the outlaws, but I did hear about it. And I researched it, but you never know. Just a heads up.

Summary: (Y/N) is a Green Martian and he is often insecure of his appearance, but Jason won't let that happen.

Warnings: Violence, insecurities, Jason being protective, guns, Martian powers, fire, a stupid made up mission for the sake of the story, author sucks at flirting,

(Y/N) sighed as he changed into his human form. He didn't really like this form, but it was for the mission at hand. He had to get in the nightclub, get the boss' attention for the others to sneak in. The club was heavily guarded and the importance of not being caught was important tonight.

Jason gave his boyfriend a kiss before he left the group on the roof, watching the front of the club. They were connected telepathically so there won't be any problems when it comes to communication. (Y/N) stood in the front, waiting his turn.

" Just relax. You look way to stiff. "

" Easy for you to say, you aren't the one who is going to flirt with the bastard. "

(Y/N) could hear Jason's chuckle in his head. Maybe he shook his head in amusement too.

(Y/N) moved with line, finally entering the building. It was loud and (Y/N) could see the office above the club. Of course, there are armed guards too. But they weren't interested in what was above, but what is below. There were rumors of him working with the person that the Outlaws were interested in.

(Y/N) was chosen to entertain the boss. The boss had a specific type and nobody of the Outlaws were the said type. And that's how (Y/N) was stuck in this position. He preferred to drop in from the shadows so to speak. (Y/N) moved to the dance floor. He didn't like the taste of alcohol and he wants to be sober when shit goes down. He was about to step on the dance floor, but a big muscly guy stopped him.

" The boss wants to see you. "

" The boss? " (Y/N) asked, playing dumb.

" Yes. Follow me. "

(Y/N) followed the big guy.

" Guys, the boss noticed me, I'm going upstairs. " (Y/N) quickly said in over his telepathy.

" Okay. Keep him entertained. He tries to do something, let me know." Jason said over the telepathy.

" Will do. "

(Y/N) entered the office, seeing the bastard as he called him before. He was sitting on a couch, what seemed to be a whiskey in his hand. He smirked when he saw (Y/N). He patted the spot next to him. (Y/N) sat down next to the man, putting a bit of space between them.

" (Y/N), we need 15 minutes to gather the stuff. Keep him talking. " Jason reminded.

" So, what is a young man like you doing in this club? "

" I wanted to go out tonight. Wanted to have some fun. "

" All alone? "

" Yes. "

" Would you like a drink? " He asked, nodding towards the little bar he had behind him.

" Sure, why not? "

The man smiled, before standing up to get a drink for them both.

" Guys, the man is giving me the creeps. Hurry up. "

" We are going as quickly as possible. The security is a bitch. " Roy said, his voice straining. Are they in a middle of a fight?

" Are you guys fighting? "

" You could say so. " Artemis said.

(Y/N) shouldn't worry about them, they are more than capable to fight off the security, but it still made him worry. He forced a smile on his face when he got a glass from the man.

" So, anybody in the picture? "

" Not really. "

He swore he heard Jason growl, but it was in the back of his mind.

" Really? A beautiful boy like you, with no one in the picture? "

(Y/N) forced himself to smile, play nice. He batted his eyelashes, smiling sweetly.

" I didn't really find somebody who was worth it. "

The man hummed, taking a sip of his drink. He put a hand on (Y/N)'s thigh. The Martian tried not to squirm. His thighs, both human and Martian ones, are sensitive. Jason knew that very well and he always used it to his advantage when they were intimate.

" Really? And what is the type of a man you are looking for? "

" A type that can protect me, love me... " (Y/N) trailed off, not wanting to give anymore to the man.

" Well- "

A guard came in, out of breath. He whispered something in his ear and (Y/N) knew that his teammates were caught.

" Stay here sweetheart, there is an issue. "

(Y/N) smiled softly, nodding his head.

" Guys, the boss is aware that you are here. Hurry up. "

" We are done, get out of there now. "

(Y/N) didn't need to be told twice.

(Y/N) was back in his Martian form. He was watching from the side as the boss was being taken in. This is one of the rare times where they showed themselves to the public. Jason came to (Y/N), wrapping his arm around his shoulder.

" Ready to go home? " Jason asked his boyfriend, smiling beneath his mask. He gently rubbed the back of (Y/N)'s neck. He knew his boyfriend was always insecure about his appearance, his real appearance, but Jason loved his Martian form.

" Yeah. I hate this mission and I just want to sleep. "

Jason chuckled. He knew that no matter how simple mission is, he is always tired. Even if it's a stakeout. Just watching and observing. However, he turned his head when he heard somebody saying something in regards to (Y/N). Some not really good things. (Y/N) sighed as he watched Jason march up to them. Of course, the cameras followed.

(Y/N) was used to the whispers and the taunting's about his appearance. He knew he would never fit here on Earth, but Jason was different. He was really friendly with (Y/N) and the Martian soon developed a crush on the vigilante. He thought it would never happen, but once it did, (Y/N) couldn't have been happier. Jason was also (Y/N)'s first kiss.

" Jason- "

" Let me handle it. "

(Y/N) knew what that handle it means. It means insults and maybe violence. Well, not maybe, but surely.

" Wanna say that to my face? " Jason asked the guy, getting into his face.

The guy didn't say anything, clearly afraid of Jason.

" Didn't think so tough guy. "

Jason walked up to (Y/N) and then using his hook to propel them away from the prying eyes.

" I have to ask, why can't we fly? It would be way more fun. " (Y/N) said, looking at the big red mask.

" You dropped that time. I'm not taking any chances. "

" It was an accident! "

Jason huffed, clearly not believing him. (Y/N) sighed as he shook his head.

" Don't worry, one day I will let you fly with me. "

" When is that one day? " (Y/N) asked as he stood on his own feet on the roof of their safe house.

" In the near future. Now come on, lets go in and lets relax. I need to calm down from the flirting. "

" You were jealous? " (Y/N) asked, clearly teasing his boyfriend.

Jason took his helmet and domino mask off. He frowned at the words, clearly not amused.

" Okay, sorry. I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed. " (Y/N) apologized, leaving Jason in the hall.

Jason rubbed his face as (Y/N) left to take a shower. Jason was always protective of (Y/N) and from time to time, he could come off as harsh because of it. He took his jacket off, putting it on the chair.

He fell for (Y/N) after a few months of knowing the Martian. There was something about (Y/N) that made Jason swoon about him. He didn't mind some of (Y/N)'s unusual habits, instead he was curious about them.

He went to their bathroom, quickly taking his clothes off. (Y/N) was under the warm stream of water, relaxing. Jason stepped in, wrapping his arms around (Y/N). The Martian leaned back into Jason's arms. They stood in the shower for a while, not saying a word to one another.

And they didn't have to. They didn't need to use telepathy to read each minds. All they needed was a touch or a look. Nothing more.

#jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader #dc #dc comics #dc x male reader

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leoniestarlee · 3 months

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Illyrian Assassin (12)

Pairing: Azriel x OC

Word Count: 4.5k

Warning: past trauma, slow burn

Apologies for this long part🤎

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Cassian flexed his fingers, admiring the clear red stones adoring the back of his hands as we continued to sit in the dining room. "Doesn't hurt that Siphons also look so damn good."

"Agree," I said, holding my purple Siphon attached to my necklace.

Amren muttered, "Illyrians."

Cassian bared his teeth in feral amusement, and took a drink of his wine as I filled my own glass with wine now that the girls were gone.

Feyre said to Azriel, those shadows gone again, "How did you—I mean, how do you and Lord Cassian—"

Cassian spewed his wine across the table, causing Mor to leap up, swearing at him as she used a napkin to mop her dress and I covered my mouth trying not to laugh.

But Cassian was howling, and Azriel had a faint, wary smile on his face as Mor waved a hand at her dress and the spots of wine appeared on Cassian's fighting leathers.

"Cassian," Rhys drawled, "is not a lord. Though I'm sure he appreciates you thinking he is." He surveyed his Inner Circle. "While we're on the subject, neither is Azriel. Nor Amren. Nor Rory. Mor, believe it or not, is the only pure-blooded, titled person in this room." Feyre glanced at me and then back to Rhysand. "I am half-Illyrian like Rory. As good as a bastard where the thoroughbred High Fae are concerned."

"So you—you four aren't High Fae?" Feyre said to us.

Cassian finished his laughing. "Illyrians are certainly not High Fae. And glad of it." He hooked his black hair behind an ear—rounded. "And we're not lesser faeries, though some try to call us that. We're just—Illyrians. Considered expendable aerial cavalry for the Night Court at the best of times, mindless soldier grunts at the worst."

"Which is most of the time," Azriel clarified.

"I didn't see you Under the Mountain," Feyre said.

Silence fell. None of us, not even Amren, looked at Rhys.

It was Mor who said, "Because none of us were."

Rhys' face was a mask of cold. "Amarantha didn't know they existed. And when someone tried to tell her, they usually found themselves without the mind to do so."

"You truly kept this city, and all these people, hidden from her for fifty years?" Feyre asked.

Cassian was staring hard at his plate, as if he might burst out of his skin as I gently placed a hand on Azriel's knowing the vacant look in his eyes was caused by guilt for not being able to save Rhys during all those years.

Amren said, "We will continue to keep this city and these people hidden from our enemies for a great many more."

My voice was a bit raw as I explained to Feyre, my hand tightening on Azriel's scarred hand, "There is not one person in this city who is unaware of what went on outside these borders. Or of the cost."

Feyre cleared her throat, straightening, and said to Azriel, who, shadows or no, seemed the safest and therefore was probably the least so, "How did you meet?"

Azriel merely turned to Cassian, who was staring at Rhys with guilt and love on his face.

But Cassian seemed to process what Feyre had asked and his friend's silent request that he tell the story instead, and a grin ghosted across his face. "We all hated each other at first."

I snorted at Cassian as Azriel intertwined out fingers before pulling our hands under the table and resting them on my knee.

Cassian went on, "We are bastards, you know, Az, Rory, and I. The Illyrians...We love our people, and our traditions, but they dwell in clans and camps deep in the mountains of the North, and do not like outsiders. Especially High Fae who try to tell them what to do. But they're just as obsessed with lineage, and have their own princes and lords among them. Az," he said, pointing a thumb in Az's direction, "was the bastard of one of the local lords. And if you think the bastard son of a lord is hated, then you can't imagine how hated the bastard is of a war-camp laundress and a warrior she couldn't or wouldn't remember." His casual shrug didn't match the vicious glint in his hazel eyes. "Az's father sent him to our camp for training once he and his charming wife realized he was a shadowsinger."

"Like the daemati," Rhys said to Feyre, "shadowsingers are rare—coveted by courts and territories across the world for their stealth and predisposition to hear and feel things others can't."

Cassian said, "The camp lord practically shit himself with excitement the day Az was dumped in our camp. But Rory and I...once our mother's weaned us and we were able to walk, they flew us to a distant camp, and chucked us into the mud to see if we would live or die."

"They would have been smarter throwing you off a cliff," Mor said, snorting.

"Oh, definitely," Cassian said, that grin going razor-sharp. "Especially because when I was old and strong enough to go back to the camp I'd been born in, I learned those pricks worked my mother until she died."

Another silence fell. The tension and simmering anger of a until who had endured so much, survived so much.

"The Illyrians," I cut in, Azriel tightening his grip on my hand, "are unparalleled warriors, and are rich with stories and traditions. But they are also brutal and backward, particularly in regard to how they treat their females." A soft snarl escaped my lips.

Azriel's eyes had gone near-vacant as he stared at me. Cassian's eyes held a hatred while Rhysand's held a cold rage. No doubt, remembering the memories of what we'd been put through.

"They're barbarians," Amren said, and neither Illyrian males objected. "They cripple their females so they can keep them for breeding more flawless warriors."

Feyre's eyes looked over my shoulders, then to Azriel and Cassian's wings. "They crippled me," I informed her, my heart filling with violet anger. "The Lords held me down, crippled my wings after the four of us had tried our hardest to fight off everyone in our camp. Yet, it wasn't enough and they took away my freedom."

"And what happened to them next was well fucking deserved," Azriel said, his voice low as he moved our hands to his lap, wrapping his other hand around the both of ours.

"I promised the camp that I would kill them if they crippled me," I went on, staring at my glass, "and once I'd healed, I kept that promise and killed every Illyrian that helped to crippled me, including our Lord Vevin. Then they took my wings from me completely."

Cassian reached down the table, and grabbed my glass, swapping it with the bottle of wine as I leaned back into my chair.

Rhys cringed. "My mother was low-born," he told Feyre, "and worked as a seamstress in one of their many mountain war-camps. When females come of age in the camps—when they have their first bleeding—their wings are...clipped. Just an incision in the right place, left to improperly heal, can cripple you forever. And my mother—she was gentle and wild and loved to fly. So she did everything in her power to keep herself from maturing. She starved herself, gathered illegal herbs—anything to halt the natural course of her body. She turned eighteen and hadn't yet bled, to the mortification of her parents. But her bleeding finally arrived, and all it took was for her to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, before a male scented it on her and told the camp's lord. She tried to flee—took right to the skies. But she was young, and the warriors were faster, and they dragged her back. They were about to tie her to the posts in the center of camp when my father winnowed in for a meeting with the camp's lord about readying for the War. He saw my mother thrashing and fighting like a wildcat, and..." He swallowed. "The mating bond between them clicked into place. One look at her, and he knew what she was. He misted the guards holding her."

Feyre's brows narrowed. "Misted?"

Cassian let out a wicked chuckle as Rhys floated a lemon wedge that had been garnishing his chicken into the air above the table. With a flick of his finger, it turned to citrus-scented mist.

"Through the blood-rain," Rhys went on, "my mother looked at him. And the bond fell into place for her. My father took her back to the Nigh Court that evening and made her his bride. She loved her people, and missed them, but never forgot what they had tried to do to her—what they did to the females among them. She tried for decades to get my father to ban it, but the War was coming, and he wouldn't risk isolating the Illyrians when he needed them to lead his armies. And to die for him."

"A real prize, your father," Mor grumbled.

"At least he liked you," Rhys counted, then clarified for Feyre, "My father and mother, despite being mates, were wrong for each other. My father was cold and calculating, and could be vicious, as he had been trained to be since birth. My mother was soft and firey and beloved by everyone she met. She hated him after a time—but never stopped being grateful that he had saved her wings, that he allowed her to fly whenever and wherever she wished. And when I was born, and could summon the Illyrian wings as I please...She wanted me to know her people's culture."

"She wanted to keep you out of your father's claws," I said, swirling my wine and Azriel at last blinked, and seemed to shake off whatever memory had frozen him.

"That, too," Rhys added drily. "When I turned eight, my mother brought me to one of the Illyrian war-camps. For me to be trained, as all Illyrian males were trained. And like all Illyrian mothers, she shoved me toward the sparring ring on the first day, and walked away without looking back."

"She abandoned you?" Feyre asked.

"No—never," Rhys said with ferocity. "She was staying at the camp as well. But it is considered an embarrassment for a mother to coddle her son when he goes to train."

Feyre's brows lifted and Cassian laughed. "Backward, like she said."

"I was scared out of my mind," Rhys admitted, not a shade of shame to be found. "I'd been learning to wield my powers, but Illyrian magic was a mere fraction of it. And it's rare amongst them—usually possessed only by the most powerful, pure-bred warriors." Again, Feyre looked at the slumbering Siphons atop the warriors' hands. "I tried to use a Siphon during those years," Rhys said. "And shattered about a dozen before I realized it wasn't compatible—the stones couldn't hold it. My power flows and is honed in other ways."

"So difficult, being such a powerful High Lord," Mor teased.

Rhys rolled his eyes. "The camp-lord banned me from using my magic. For all our sakes. But I had no idea how to fight when I set foot into that training ring that day. The other boys in my age group knew it, too. Especially one in particular, who took a look at me, and beat me into a bloody mess."

"You were so clean," Cassian said, shaking his head. "The pretty half-breed son of the High Lord—how fancy you were in your new training clothes."

"Cassian," Azriel told Feyre with that voice like darkness given sound, "resorted to getting new clothes over the years by challenging other boys to fights, with the prize being the clothes off their backs." There was no pride in the words—not for our people's brutality.

"I'd beaten every boy in our age group twice over already," Cassian went on. "But then Rhys arrived, in his clean clothes, and he smelled ... different. Like a true opponent. So I attacked. We both got three lashings apiece for the fight."

"They do worse, girl," Amren cut in as Feyre flinched, "in those camps. Three lashings are practically an encouragement to fight again. When they do something truly bad, bones are broken. Repeatedly. Over weeks."

I flinched at the memories. "Not a pretty sight."

Feyre said to Rhys, "Your mother willingly sent you into that?" Soft fire indeed.

"My mother didn't want me to rely on my power," Rhysand said. "She knew from the moment she conceived me that I'd be hunted my entire life. Where one strength failed, she wanted others to save me. My education was another weapon—which was why my mother went with me: to tutor me after lessons were done for the day. And when she took me home that first night to our new house at the edge of the camp, she made me read by the window. It was there that I saw Cassian and Rory trudging through the mud—toward the few ramshackle tents outside of the camp. I asked my mother where they were going, and she told me that bastards are given nothing: they find their own shelter, own food. If they survive and get picked to be in a war-band, they'll be bottom-ranking forever, but receive their own tents and supplies. But until then, they'd stay in the cold."

"Those mountains," Azriel added, his face as hard as ice, "offer some of the harshest conditions you can imagine."

"After my lessons," Rhys went on, "my mother cleaned my lashings, and as she did, I realized for the first time what it was to be warm, and safe, and cared for. And it didn't sit well."

"Apparently not," Cassian said. "Because in the dead of night, that little prick woke me and Rory up in our piss-poor tent and told us to keep our mouths shut and come with him. And maybe the cold made me stupid, but I grabbed Rory and listened to Rhys."

"Cassian and I were born in the same camp," I cut in, explaining to Feyre. "We grew up together from the moment we were born and once we were dumped into the same camp, we'd agreed to take care of each other, no matter what."

Cassian sent me a small smile, nodding his head. "His mother was livid," he went on. "But I'll never forget the look on her beautiful face when she saw me and said, 'There is a bathtub with hot running water. Get in it or you can go back into the cold.' Being a smart lad, I obeyed. Rory, on the other hand, didn't trust it. She refused and it wasn't until I convinced her, that she finally listened. When I got out, his mother had clean nightclothes and ordered me into bed. I'd spent my life sleeping on the ground—and when I balked, she said she understood because she had felt the same once, and that it would feel as if I was being swallowed up, but the bed was mine for as long as I wanted it."

"I was a handful," I admitted with a small laugh. "I was treated like shit from the moment I was born, so to be offered such care seemed like a trick. I was cautious and didn't let myself get comfortable until a few years later."

"And you were friends after that?" Feyre asked.

"No—Cauldron no," I said. "We hated each other, and only behaved because if one of us got into trouble or provoked the other, then none of us ate that night. Rhys' mother started tutoring Cassian and I, but it wasn't until Azriel arrived a year later that we decided to be allies."

Cassian's grin grew as he reached around to clap his friend on the shoulder. Azriel sighed—the sound of the long-suffering. "A new bastard in the camp—and an untrained shadowsinger to boot. Not to mention he couldn't even fly thanks to—"

I cut in sharply, "Stay on track, Cassian."

Azriel rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand as Cassian again shrugged, not even bothering to take note of the silence that seemed to leak from the shadowsinger. I saw though—even if Az didn't bother to acknowledge my concerned stare.

Cassian went on, "Rhys, Rory, and I made his life a living hell, shadowsinger or no. But Rhys' mother had known Az's mother, and took him in."

"After you two shoved me inside the house first to ask," I added, glancing between Rhys and Cassian who both chuckled.

Cassian went on. "As we grew older, and the other males around us did, too, we realized everyone else hated us enough that we had better odds of survival sticking together."

"Do you have any gifts?" Feyre asked me and Cassian. "Like—them?" She jerked her chin to Azriel and Rhys.

"A volatile temper doesn't count," Mor said as Cassian opened his mouth.

He gave her that, but said to Feyre, "Rory has the healing power from her High Fae side, but me? No. I don't—not beyond a heaping pile of the killing power. Bastard- born nobody, through and through." Rhys sat forward like he'd object, but Cassian forged ahead, "Even so, the other males knew that we were different. And not because we were two bastards and two half-breeds. We were stronger, faster—like the Cauldron knew we'd been set apart and wanted us to find each other. His mother saw it, too. Especially as we reached the age of maturity, and all we wanted to do was fuck and fight."

I snorted. "You say that like you three didn't scare off any male that even looked at me."

Cassian shrugged. "Rhys's power grew every day—and everyone, even the camp-lords, knew he could mist everyone if he felt like it. And the three of us ... we weren't far behind." He tapped his crimson Siphon with a finger. "A bastard Illyrian and a female had never received one of these. Ever. For Az, Rory, and me to be appointed them, albeit begrudgingly, had every warrior in every camp across those mountains sizing us up. Only pure-blood pricks get Siphons— born and bred for the killing power. It still keeps them up at night, puzzling over where the hell we got it from."

"I was the first female Illyrian to ever get one. Even the first female to ever train with the males," I added with a proud smile. "All the males hated me already for training with them, which only made it so much harder for me, but when I received that Siphon—all that work and torment was worth seeing the look on every male's face."

"Then the War came," Azriel took over as he looked away from me. "And Rhys' father visited our camp to see how his child had fared after twenty years."

"My father," Rhys said, swirling his wine once—twice, "saw that his son had not only started to rival him for power, but had allied himself with perhaps the three deadliest Illyrians in history. He got it into his head that if we were given a legion in the War, we might very well turn it against him when we returned."

Cassian snickered. "So the prick separated us. He gave Rhys command of a legion of Illyrians who hated him for being a half-breed, and threw Rory and I into a different legion to be a common foot soldier, even when our power outranked any of the war-leaders. Az, he kept for himself as his personal shadowsinger —mostly for spying and his dirty work. Rory and I only saw these two on battlefields for the seven years the War raged. They'd send around casualty lists amongst the Illyrians, and we read each one, wondering if we'd see their names on it. But then Rhys was captured—"

"That is a story for another time," Rhys said, sharply enough that Cassian lifted his brows, but nodded. "Once I became High Lord, I appointed these five to my Inner Circle, and told the rest of my father's old court that if they had a problem with my friends, they could leave. They all did. Turns out, having a half-breed High Lord was made worse by his appointment of three females and two Illyrian bastards."

"What—what happened to them, then?" Feyre asked.

Rhys shrugged, those great wings shifting with the movement. "The nobility of the Night Court fall into one of three categories: those who hated me enough that when Amarantha took over, they joined her court and later found themselves dead; those who hated me enough to try to overthrow me and faced the consequences; and those who hated me, but not enough to be stupid and have since tolerated a half-breed's rule, especially when it so rarely interferes with their miserable lives."

"Are they—are they the ones who live beneath the mountain?"

A nod. "In the Hewn City, yes. I gave it to them, for not being fools. They're happy to stay there, rarely leaving, ruling themselves and being as wicked as they please, for all eternity."

"The Court of Nightmares," Mor said, sucking on a tooth.

"And what is this court?" Feyre asked, gesturing to us.

It was Cassian, eyes clear and bright as his Siphon, who said, "The Court of Dreams."

"And you?" Feyre said to Mor and Amren.

Amren merely said, "Rhys offered to make me his Second. No one had ever asked me before, so I said yes, to see what it might be like. I found I enjoyed it."

"I was a dreamer born into the Court of Nightmares," Mor said. She twirled a curl around a finger, as she said simply, "So I got out."

"What's your story, then?" Cassian said to Feyre with a jerk of his chin.

Feyre straightened. "I was born to a wealthy merchant family, with two older sisters and parents who only cared about their money and social standing. My mother died when I was eight; my father lost his fortune three years later. He sold everything to pay off his debts, moved us into a hovel, and didn't bother to find work while he let us slowly starve for years. I was fourteen when the last of the money ran out, along with the food. He wouldn't work—couldn't, because the debtors came and shattered his leg in front of us. So I went into the forest and taught myself to hunt. And I kept us all alive, if not near starvation at times, for five years. Until ... everything happened."

They fell quiet again, Azriel's gaze now considering. He hadn't told his story.

But Cassian said, "You taught yourself to hunt. What about to fight?" Feyre shook her head. Cassian braced his arms on the table. "Lucky for you, you've just found yourself a teacher."

"Good luck," I said to Feyre. "He's got Willa coming home every afternoon in a pissy mood."

"You don't think it sends a bad message if people see me learning to fight—using weapons?" Feyre asked the room.

Silence. Then Mor said with a soft venom, "Let me tell you two things. As someone who has perhaps been in your shoes before." Again, that shared bond of anger, of pain throbbed between them all, save for Amren, who was giving Feyre a look dripping with distaste. "One," Mor said, "you have left the Spring Court. If that does not send a message, for good or bad, then your training will not, either. Two," she continued, laying her palm flat on the table, "I once lived in a place where the opinion of others mattered. It suffocated me, nearly broke me. So you'll understand me, Feyre, when I say that I know what you feel, and I know what they tried to do to you, and that with enough courage, you can say to hell with a reputation." Her voice gentled, and the tension between them all faded with it. "You do what you love, what you need."

"Never let anyone take away your chances of survival," I said as I stared at Feyre, letting go of Azriel's hand. "Learn how to fight. Learn how to protect yourself and the ones you love. You never know when you may have to fight for your very life. And never, ever, let a fucking male take that away from you."

Feyre stared at me for a long moment, considering, before meeting Cassian's gaze. "I'll think about it."

Mor and I shared a glance but stayed silent.

Feyre said clearly, steadily to Rhys, "I accept your offer—to work with you. To earn my keep. And help with Hybern in whatever way I can."

"Good," Rhys merely replied. Even as the others raised their brows. "Because we start tomorrow."

"Where? And what?" Feyre sputtered.

Rhys interlaced his fingers and rested them on the table, "Because the King of Hybern is indeed about to launch a war, and he wants to resurrect Jurian to do it."

"Bullshit," Cassian spat. "There's no way to do that."

Amren had gone still, and it was she whom Azriel was observing, marking.

Mor groaned, "Why would the king want to resurrect Jurian? He was so odious. All he liked to do was talk about himself."

"That's what I want to find out," Rhysand said. "And how the king plans to do it."

Amren, at last, said, "Word will have reached him about Feyre's Making. He knows it's possible for the dead to be remade."

"All seven High Lords would have to agree to that," Mor countered.

"There's not a chance it happens. He'll take another route." Her eyes narrowed to slits as she faced Rhys. "All the slaughtering—the massacres at temples. You think it's tied to this?"

"I know it's tied to this. I didn't want to tell you until I knew for certain. But Azriel confirmed that they'd raided the memorial in Sangravah three days ago. They're looking for something—or found it." Azriel nodded in confirmation, even as I casted a surprised look in his direction. Azriel gave me an apologetic shrug back.

Feyre breathed, "That—that's why the ring and the finger bone vanished after Amarantha died. For this. But who ...They never caught the Attor, did they?"

Rhys said too quietly, "No. No, they didn't." He said to Amren, "How does one take an eye and a finger bone and make it into a man again? And how do we stop it?"

Amren frowned at her untouched wine. "You already know how to find the answer. Go to the Prison. Talk to the Bone Carver."

"Shit," Mor and Cassian both said.

Rhys said calmly, "Perhaps you would be more effective, Amren."

Amren hissed, "I will not set foot in the Prison, Rhysand, and you know it. So go yourself, or send one of these dogs to do it for you."

"I'll go. The Prison sentries know me—what I am," Azriel said.

I snapped my head to him. "You aren't going in there alone. I'm coming with you."

"If anyone's going to the Prison," Rhys said before Azriel opened his mouth, "it's me. And Feyre."

"What?" I demanded, palms now flat on the table.

"He won't talk to you or Rhys." Amren said to the others, "or to Azriel. Or to any of us. We've got nothing to offer him. But an immortal with a mortal soul ..." She stared at Feyre's chest as if she could see the heart pounding beneath. "The Bone Carver might be willing indeed to talk to her."

We all stared at Feyre.

"Your choice, Feyre," Rhys said casually.

"How bad can it be?" was her response.

"Bad," I said. None of them bothered to contradict me.

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GUYS!!

I was listening to Charlotte's ending (because, being honest, that anime has the most beautiful music in the story of anime and sometimes I just need to hear it again— damn it why does it have to have such a story) and I thought 'I wish there was a lcf crossover with og cale of this'. Which, great idea, actually.

So I started to daydream about it (instead of writing anything as the procrastinator that I am) and my first thought was that it has to be a sort of happier life, since the anime ended like that (specially for the Otosaka siblings, overall the Otosaka siblings). So my brain said "hey, why don't put the main cast in the Northeast families? Nao now has to deal with Eric's dorkness". So I went with it and tried to figure out 'which northeast family gets what charlotte character?'

I wanted to put Yuu in the Henituse family because the ending destroyed me, damn it, I want him to be happy. And his little sister— wait didn't they had an older sibling too? (I can't believe I forgot about Shunsuke ;∆; I'm so sorry. You were my fav)

Then I realized—

OG CALE AND SHUNSUKE ARE BASICALLY THE SAME FUCKING PERSON!

Protective older siblings? Check. Selfsacrifical bastards ready to throw themselves for their family? Check. A strange relationship with time? Check. Elegant warm smile that reaches the eyes? Check. Absolutely badass hidden character? Check. Charming as fuck? Also fucking check.

They both even have the same 'I hold the key to salvation you need' and 'I wnt back in time so they won't be doomed' roles!

So—

Nao, Joujirou, Yusa, Misa, and Kumagami (he's the guy who located people with powers in the map and he was Shunsuke's best friend. He matters to me, okay?) are all reborn in the northeast families. Nao is Eric's younger sister. Yusa and Misa are twins and Gilbert's pain in the ass. Koujirou, the poor bastard, is born in the Stan family and runs away at the first chance. Kumagami is Amiru's older sibling who owns a shop because Ubarr is a matriarchal family (fuck thanks) and he needs to pay his meals (he may or may not be going for his third life. And he may or may not be a certain someone).

And the Otosaka's? They're reincarnated as the Henituse siblings... who have no idea the others remember their past lives.

They do, however, know who the others were.

Lily is the first one to remember. It take her some time to put the pieces together and realize that her dreams are not just dreams. That said, she recognized Bassen immidiately. He's still as sweet with her as before and, although her oppa may not realize, he can be quite unhinged sometimes. (That's fine tho. Most of them are.)

She lasts more to recognize Cale. She and her orabeoni aren't so close, she doesn't know him that well. That's why it takes her some old blurred memories from when she barely could walk and a bad night to notice. Ayumi's Shunsuke and Lily's Cale are the same person. After that the soft spot her orabeoni has for them becomes so obvious to her that she has to ask herself if she was blind before. Scary? Trash? Pshh, orabeoni was the biggest softy in the world. Let alone people, he doesn't like harming bugs. He picks them up and puts them outside so the servants won't squash them. Why do people think he would hit anyone?

Bassen cringes at his past life choices. He can't believe he used to be so— so— irresponsible. How embarrasing.

He's kind of surprised and sad at how good student his brother was. Not because he didn't think he's smart enough, but because he didn't expect him to effort so much at it. And if he did before, why did he drop his studies this time? Knowing all what he does now, he has the feeling that it must be either something stupidly self-sacrifical or something really important he decided not to tell anyone.

Lily seems to him pretty much the same but with a liking for swords. Good. Luckily, this way she would be able to protect herself this time. And gosh, isn't he reliaved they don't have those powers this time? No more accidental collapsing buildings for her.

Cale is the last one to remember that life. He's also the only one to remember their future life and probably the only one who knows why they remembered. Just like he tends to do with most things, he doesn't tell anyone about it (except Kumagami) until it comes up in a conversation or it's needed. (Alberu is a little bit jealous about this. Why does that guy gets to know but not him? Aren't they close too? Does he not trust Alberu as much? Thankfully someone has the mind to tell him that that's just how they used to be. And also because Kumagami seems is, as far as they know, the only one of Shunsuke's circle of friends that came to this world with them.)

His siblings? Oh, he knew it instantly.

#no Alberu isn't a reincarnation #yes he still gets involved in this #kumaroksoo wants to throw hands with whoever wrote the tboah book #someone out there really saw his friend and thought 'yes. that's a minor villain'? wtf #first. if cale ever decided to turn to the evil side he wouldn't be a minor villain #he would be the big bad pulling the strings from behind #second. he's way too good to be a villain #so much he's sure that if he puts cale and jack in a room together #the room would be purified in less than a hour #Poor Bassen discovered his dark story and wants to erase it #Lily doesn't remember dying and everyone is fucking reliaved of that #lcf x charlotte crossover AU #no cale isn't going to get blind. stop hurting him #og!cale henituse #original cale henituse #og cale henituse #alberu crossman #og albecale #charlotte #yuu otosaka #ayumi otosaka #shunsuke otosaka

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mochi-coffee · 11 months

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A/n: this one has been sitting in my drafts so I thought I might as well post it! Just random hc that came to me while I was on a road trip - super rough, not proofread but let me know what you think! 🥰 (do you have some wakasa driving hcs to share 👀)

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Imagine you and Wakasa are going on a road trip and had to rent a car.

Sitting at opposite ends of the table in the same room, with skewers to snack on, the two of you both fixated at your laptops, with you figuring out the accommodations and Wakasa looking the car rental.

It was a comfortable silence, with occasional typing sound from the keyboard and music coming from the speakers.

Wakasa broke the silence first.

"Do you have a driver license?"

"Yeah, why?"

Wakasa put his hand out.

"They're asking for a drivers license"

"Just use your license? You can drive right?"

"I can drive, but...."

"But?" You looked up your screeen, meeting his half-lidded eyes and you stared at Wakasa confusedly as he continued to chew on the wooden skewer.

And then it clicked.

All those times Wakasa picked you up in a car came rushing back to you - you should have known.

It was always late at night when there's barely people around (with the exception of that one time you were stuck at work during that super typhoon and the trains aren't running). Wakasa always borrowed Takeomi's car instead of getting his own and shrugged whenever you asked if he wants to get a car. You've always thought it was because he already has a bike and doesn't really need a car.

But no - this bastard has been driving without a license for god knows how long.

Wakasa was about to open his mouth but you put your hand out, stopping him before he had the chance.

"... okay stop. I don't even want to hear it - I don't want to your accomplice know about your illegal driving"

Wakasa raised his brows at your comment, but quietly watched as you bend sideways to reach for your bag, fishing out your wallet and passed your driver's license to Wakasa. Taking the card from your hands with his fingers, Wakasa quickly flipping over the card to the front for the license number, before snickering at the sight of your photo.

"You looked stoned"

"I- shut up! I don't know how to smile for photos okay?!"

You tried to kick his leg from under the table, but knowing you, Wakasa moved his leg out of the way and so instead you kicked the leg of the chair.

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Fast forward to the actual trip, you two picked up the car, the weather was great, the scenery was amazing, the Spotify playlist was spot on - it seem like everything is going great.

Except it was tiring.

Being the sole driver on a multi-day drive is exhausting, with the long drives, the early starts, and the fact it's been a while since you drove so you were even more alert than usual, it wasn't a surprise by the third day that a midday nap was needed. So when you and Wakasa stopped for a late lunch, you inhaled the food and quickly propped your head on the table for a power nap.

As you two walked back to the car from lunch, you put your arms up, stretching your arms, shoulders and back, bracing yourself for the coming drive, when suddenly you felt a light nudge on the shoulder.

"Tired? Want to swap?" Wakasa asked as he takes a sip of his drink one hand, the other hand held open towards you.

"We could" you grumbled, pulling the car keys from your jacket pocket. "If only you gotten your drivers license like a normal person"

Before you know it, Wakasa has pried the car keys from your hand.

"I never said I don't have a license" Clicking the button on the remote to unlock the car, Wakasa hooked his finger through the keychain and started spinning the car keys around on his fingers, before giving you a shit-eating grin.

"It's just that if I'm driving, you'll definitely just sleep the whole ride and that'd just be boring"

And with that note, Wakasa was the designated driver for the rest of the trip while you snacked happily on the passenger seat.

#wakasa imagines #wakasa hcs #imaushi wakasa #wakasa imaushi #wakasa x reader #tokyo revengers wakasa #tokyo revengers headcanons

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Dreams in the Night - Stranger Things - Steddie, Chapter 1 of 9

Dreams in the Night: But Vampires Aren't an Upside Down Thing!

Summary: Steve has been having nightmares, seeing through the eyes of a vampire like creature in Hawkins as it hunts. He puts the dreams down to past trauma and too many horror movies at Family video. He’s checked and no one’s been hurt, so even Robin agrees. However, his world is about to be turned upside down yet again as the nightmares become far too real.

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For: @lady-lostmind (lady_lostmind on AO3)

Relationships: steddie, platonic stobin

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: ~18600

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: vampire!Eddie, Kas!Eddie, hurt/comfort, bisexual!Steve, bisexual!Eddie, platonic stobin, steddie

This fic is a part of the @steddieholidayexchange

Chapter 1: Dreams & Portents

Robin gave him a look the moment she climbed into the car and Steve knew exactly what she was going to say.

“How much sleep did you get this time?”

“A couple of hours,” he admitted.

He had been hoping he looked better than he thought he did, but apparently not.

“The dreams again?” she asked.

He nodded, waiting for her to buckle up around her thick winter coat. It was threatening to snow, and the air was crisp and cold.

“I take it you checked?” she added.

He nodded again.

“It was one of Dustin’s neighbours,” he replied, pulling away from the curb. “Went by there this morning. They were fine, cleaning the ice off their car to go to work.”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he tried to push back the headache that was threatening. The final battle with Vecna had come and gone months ago. They had gone back into the Upside Down like an army unit in August. El had taken the bastard down while the rest of them hit him and his creatures with everything they had. There had been injuries, but nothing fatal, and Max was even talking about getting back on her skateboard now. It was just under three weeks to Christmas, and yet his stupid brain had decided to throw nightmares into his path even though it was all over.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t tell the others?” Robin suggested gently.

“Tell them what?” he replied. “They’re just nightmares, Robs. I don’t want to worry them over nothing.”

“Nightmares that are getting clearer and clearer,” she countered.

“That’s just my subconscious being a dick,” he said, pulling onto the main road. “The gates are closed. The Upside Down is back where it belongs. El would have told us if anything was happening. She made Owens swear to it before she would help him when they reopened the lab to monitor everything. It’s just winter blues getting to me. All the darkness.”

“But you’ve been having them randomly for nearly two months,” Robin said.

“And I had nightmares for months after Starcourt as well,” he replied. “You did too.”

“But this isn’t …”

“Robs, please,” he interrupted her, “they’re just dreams. Vampires aren’t even an Upside Down thing. I probably saw too many vampire movies on the run up to Halloween, my dumb brain latched onto them, and it mixed it up with everything that happened this year. Every person I recognised I checked on and they were perfectly fine.”

He glanced over and Robin was giving him one of her contemplative looks.

“Okay,” she agreed after he looked back at the road, “but tell me all about this one so I can be sure.”

Steve sighed, pinching his nose again. He didn’t really want to talk about it, but Robin deserved answers.

“It was the same as all the others,” was how he decided to start. “I’m seeing through the eyes of someone else. I know it’s not me, but it’s like I’m an observer. All I can do is watch. He…”

“You’re sure they’re a he?” Robin asked. “You haven’t been sure before.”

He considered that, because it hadn’t occurred to him.

“Yeah, definitely a he,” he replied.

“How do you know?” Robin asked.

This was what she was good at, digging out the details he hadn’t thought of. Although he wanted to dismiss the nightmares as just that, he appreciated how Robin was willing to help him talk it out.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I just feel it, I guess.”

“So still no details about whose eyes you’re seeing through?” she said.

He shook his head.

“No,” he replied. “I don’t really see anything about him. I think maybe because he’s the completely made-up part he’s not distinct.”

“Okay,” Robin said ticking something off on an imaginary clipboard, “proceed.”

He managed a small smile at her attempt to lighten the tone.

“This time it started where he was hiding in the bushes of someone’s backyard,” he explained. “I recognised it from Dustin’s birthday party, where we could see into the neighbours’ gardens. It was the grumpy guy’s on the left, with the awful carving on the back step.”

“Ugh, still don’t know if that was supposed to be a bear or a beaver,” Robin commented.

They hadn’t had much reason for celebrations between spring break and when Vecna had finally been finished off, but they had tried to make sure the kids got at least parts of a normal life, even if Hawkins has still been split apart at the time.

“Yeah, well clearly I have not forgiven him for yelling at the kids,” Steve went on, “because he came out to smoke. Guess his wife doesn’t let him smoke inside.”

“Good for her,” Robin said.

“And we moved forward, stalking him,” Steve said, shivering slightly at the memory. “He was standing in the middle of his yard, wrapped in a dressing gown and a coat and we crept up behind him. We tapped him on the shoulder. He spun round and we laughed, even as he froze. I could see the fear in his eyes, before it kind of drained away until he looked like he was sleepwalking. The cigarette fell from his lips, like it does when people are shocked in the movies.”

He paused as the crystal-clear memory moved through his thoughts. Dreams didn’t usually stay with him long, but nightmares were a different matter, especially these ones.

“It was like I could sense the vampire’s hunger then,” he said, using the traffic on the road to distract him from the recollections. “He could smell the man’s blood. He was desperate, like he hadn’t eaten in days. We moved in and he bit him on the neck.”

He had to pause again.

“You okay, Steve?” Robin asked.

“Yeah,” he replied. “It was so intense. I could taste the blood this time, like I was actually drinking it. It tasted good, which is weird, because I’ve tasted blood and it’s not good, but it was like the vampire perceived it differently. It was euphoric, he felt euphoric, and that’s what woke me up.”

“And you’re sure this guy didn’t have any marks on him this morning?” Robin checked.

“Well, he was wearing a scarf, but I’m pretty sure if you woke up with two holes in your neck, you’d be heading for the doctor’s office not cheerfully cleaning off your car,” he replied.

“Point,” Robin agreed. “And none of the others you tracked down had marks,” she added.

“Exactly,” he said. “They’re just dreams.”

“Hmmm,” she said, nodding when he glanced over. “You have a twisted subconscious. If it wasn’t giving you sleepless nights, I’d approve.”

“Thanks, I think,” he replied. “’Don’t get on my bad side or I’ll send my dream vampire after you’ doesn’t sound particularly threatening.”

“Might make a good movie,” Robin decided and pulled out her mascara.

“I’d rather my deep dark secrets not be plastered across the big screen, thank you very much,” he replied to that.

He just hoped it would be a quiet day at Family Video so he could nurse his headache in peace. Shifts were much easier now that he had Robin there most of the time. She was considering her options and working to make up extra money for college, so they were mostly a pair for their shifts at the job now. He’d barely heard from his parents since the “earthquake” in the Spring, but they were still paying the bills for the house, so he wasn’t about to complain. Robin had her own room there these days which she used most weekends, that was unless they fell asleep on the couch together without even making it upstairs. Saturday nights were platonic soulmate nights, and they were sacred. Friday nights the kids usually descended for a movie evening of some kind. As far as he was concerned, Friday and Saturday were the best nights of the week. He’d kind of given up on dating since Vecna. Maybe he’d make a New Year’s resolution to jump back in, but it seemed like so much effort for little return now. It wasn’t as if he could risk a date staying over at the moment anyway, not with the nightmares.

End of Chapter 1

On to Chapter 2

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve x eddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #platonic stobin #vampires #kas eddie munson #vampire eddie munson #eddie lives #fanfic #fanfiction #dreams in the night - steddie #steddie holiday exchange

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kittycattoys · 1 year

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Everything Has Gone To Shit - Billy Hargove Epilogue

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Warnings: 18+ content, talk of Child death, implied alcoholism, implied drug use, arguments, talk of neglect, Soft! Billy, smut, P in V, Unprotected, Overstim, use of the word whore

Every Hopper!Reader fic I find forgets what happened to Sarah this one doesn't

Mixture of first and third person POV

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I thought life was perfect I had a loving mother and father. I even had a little sister, Sara, that was basically a bilt in best friend. That was all until she got sick, horribly sick, that she ended up passing away from.

Life changed after that. No one processed the death well. My mom blamed it completely on my father. I still remember the fight. I was supposed to be asleep.

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME" mother's voice echoed though the apartment

"Diane please calm down"

"CALM DOWN YOU SERIOUSLY THINK ILL CALM DOWN AFTER YOU LIED TO ME FOR YEARS"

"I didn't lie to you"

"OH AND WHAT WOULD YOU CALL NOT TELLING ME THAT WE HAVE TO WATCH OUR KIDS DIE"

"I didn't think it would happen after they came out healthy"

"AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME WHEN I FOUND OUT I WAS EXPECTING"

"Because-"

"BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T REALLY CARE DID YOU" He didn't reply to scared to speak "IM RIGHT AREN'T I WELL YOU CAN BE THE ONE TAKE CARE OF Y/N UNTIL SHE DIES"

She left slamming the door. He cried for the rest of the night. I only found out years later what that fight was about. She only came back to grab her share of things barely even looking at me.

It wasn't long after that we moved to New York City. He became a police officer there meaning he was gone half of the time and the other half he was drinking.

I had to take care of myself for years. There were good days where he would be the same loving father I knew from before. Those days gave me hope he would get better.

The worst bit of living with him was every cold, every sickness ment I went to the hospital. He freaked out at every cough.

Eventually I got tired of it and called I my mom repeatedly asking her to take me. A bunch of calls later and she finally gave in.

He agreed to let me go as long as he got to see me for holidays. Years passed, he moved back to Hawkins, and I saw him get better and better but I was afraid to move back afraid he would get worse again.

When I visited him again for Christmas vacation he showed up with his normal dorky smile giving you a nice warm hug. The normal stuff he did every time he picked me up.

"I have something to show you" he said after getting into his car

"Let me guess a Christmas surprise"

"Something like that"

We spent most of the drive catching up from the several months we were apart. I was surprised when he pulled into the woods and stopped.

"are we going to chop down a Christmas tree"

"Nope just follow me"

We walked deeper into the woods and there was a cabin. I was so confused I was about to walk slightly ahead of him but he stopped me pointing at a trip wire leaving me more confused.

When we got to the cabin he knocked on the door in small increments.

"What are you doing"

"Knocking" before I could question more the door opened. I look inside to find a kid with short hair. They looked even more confused then I was "Y/n I'd like you to meet your new lil sister El"

"So you brought me out here to show me a kid and say it's my sister" he looked baffled at my response "so were you cheating on Mom and just found out you had a bastard child or what"

"Bastard?" She said listening in on the conversation

"Don't say that word" he said pointing at her before pointing at me "and no it's not like that"

"Well she's the right age"

"Just don't tell anyone about her"

"Why your afraid having a bastard child will ruin your reputation Chief"

"No she's not my child-"

"Oh so then you stole her that's even worse"

"No you wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth"

"That's just an excuse not to tell me"

"Maybe... I'll tell you later just please try to bond with her she doesn't have anyone else"

"You better be treating her better than you treated me" I said heading for the door

"Where are you going?"

"To get my suitcase"

I ended up staying at in the same room as her. A couple days had passed. Her and I played bored games for most of the days while he occasionally joined in. But now he was out on a emergency call

"So what's your story"

"Story?" She asked confused

"You know your life story" she looked more confused "Ok how about I ask you questions and you give me answers"

"Ok"

"If you aren't his child how did you fall under his care"

"He saved me"

"Ok not very descriptive but I'll take it. Where are your actual parents"

"Gone"

"Ok then. Why is your hair shaved did your Mom want a boy or what" before she could answer there was a knock at the door "I'll get it"

"No" I stared at her confused as she let the knock finish. I heard the latch unlocked and quickly turned my head as the door opened

"What the fuck was that"

Eventually I got an explanation to everything but I didn't believe him who would. I tried to leave to call my mom and child protective services but as I tried to open the door it slammed back shut. I knew then he was telling the truth.

He begged me to move back in with him and I agreed after the school year was over.

****1st person****

"Park here please" Y/n said sitting in the car with her father

"Why"

"Because kids are going to hate me if they find out I'm the Chief of police's daughter"

"Good point"

He pulled over letting her out saying a good bye as she headed off. She had to start the school year late because it took he awhile to move and get the legal work done for her to go to school.

Her mom didn't care about her leaving in fact she was happy. Really proving how much she really cared.

When she arrived at her class the teacher stopped her before she could sit down.

"let's all welcome the police chief's daughter" the teacher said as she glared at her. Instantly all the kids started mumbling loudly.

'I thought the Chiefs daughter died' 'No that's her sister' 'I wouldn't want to do anything with her she will probably tell her father' 'She's probably a snitch' were said by multiple people.

It was practically revealed to the whole school by lunch time so it surprised her when she a man leaned against the locker next to hers. She tried to ignore him at first expecting him to have eather gotten the wrong locker or he was a bully. But he was persistent.

"You going to make me stand here all day, darling" he said grabbing her attention

"Oh I didn't even notice you"

"Now I know that's a lie I can tell you were trying to ignore me"

"And how would you know that"

"Because no woman can not notice me" he said that in a sarcastic and charming way "I'm Billy Hargove I'm new here"

"I'm Y/n I'm also new"

"Oh so your the girl everyone is talking about" she let out a sigh hanging her head down of course he knew. She expected him to leave but he stayed.

"Your not going to avoid me"

"Our parents don't define us sweetheart" he smiled at her "Can you answer a question for me though. How can you be the Chiefs daughter and still be new"

"I lived with my mother up until recently"

"And another question will you go to this party with me" he said handing her a orange flyer.

"I don't know my father's really strict and practically everyone here hates me already"

"They won't recognize you in costume" he joked

"Fuck it I'll sneak out"

"We'll rule over this school together deal"

"Deal"

She found herself thinking about him the rest of the day.

********

She made up an excuse for why she wasn't going back to the cabin telling her father that she made some friends she was going to hang out with. She then went to the Halloween store buying a slutty costume.

When she arrived at the party she saw Billy upsidedown doing a keg stand with people all around him chanting 'chug'. As he was let down he noticed her.

"You actually came" he said walking over to her

"What did you take me for a pussy Hargove"

"This costume looks good on you Y/n" a blush crept up her cheeks at his complement "Let's go inside and dance"

********

They danced and drank for awhile but eventually grew bored and went outside to talk on the back steps. He lit up a new cigarette as he sat.

"So where are you from" she asked trying her best to relax on the hard concrete

"We're just going to do small talk" he chuckled

"Come on tell me" she nudged his side

"Fine, California"

"I want to go there eventually, visit Disneyland, I've never been to the beach actually"

"Alright now you need to tell me where your from"

"The city an hour away, but I did live in New York for awhile"

"You lived in New York and didn't see the beach"

"Yeah that's what happens when you live with a depressed asshole" he looked at her with confusion "My father, My Mother didn't want me after my sister died. I had to beg her to take me in and even then she treated me like shit. Sorry I'm over sharing"

"It's ok my parents aren't the best eather" He gave her a comforting look. His eyes moved down to her lips. Slowly he moved twords her lips giving her plenty of time to push away if she wanted to. Her lips were soft and tasted of vanilla chapstick.

They kiss for awhile before Billy pulled away. He stood up and offered his hand to her. She took it standing up. He lead her away from the party twords his car.

********

It all was a blur arriving at his house, stumbling to his bedroom, taking off each other's clothes. He wasted no time getting down to business. But for his lack impatience he sure as hell had stamina.

It was nearing on an hour now and he was still going strong.

"Please Billy it's to much" she sobbed out

"Come on I know you have one more in you, just one more" she let out a whine as he continued to pound into her. He moved his hand down to play with her swollen clit.

He let out a loud groan, his cum filling her as her walls fluttered around him. He rested on his elbows, lightly putting his weight on her, as he caught his breath. Slowly and carefully he pulled out and grabbed a wipe out of his bed side table, wiping them both clean.

He moved away from the bed, pulling on a pair of boxers. She sat up and started to feel insecure. Was he just using her for a release? Sure she enjoyed it but he probably won't talk to her again after this.

"You ok" he saw the way she played with her thumbs.

"Yeah I'm fine"

"Are you sure"

"Yep... Um can I stay the night. I told my dad I wasn't going to be home tonight thinking I could sleep-" he stopped her ranting by cupping her face being surprisingly gentle.

"Of course" he surprised her even more when he invited her to cuddle.

********

When Billy woke up Y/n wasn't in the bed with him. Nor was she in the room. He shouldn't of been surprised most girls didn't stay the night and none of them stayed till morning. So why did this time sting so much.

He let out a shakey breath as he sat on the edge of the bed. Just then the door to his room opened and she walked in. She wore his shirt which covered her entire torso down to her mid thighs. She noticed his stare and started fiddling with the hem of the shirt.

"Um I-I had to use the bathroom I'm sorry if I woke you"

"I didn't even notice you leave" it came out ruder then he ment

"Oh Ok" she moved looking for her clothes from last night. Quickly getting dressed and moving to leave.

********

It had been a few days since and Billy couldn't get her out of his mind. He tried to move on find the next girl. But every time he walked up to a girl he saw her sad stares out of the corner of his eye. It shouldn't have effected but it did.

He tried the tactic of leaning on the locker next to her again. But once again she was ignoring him. "Hey" he tried to get her attention, slightly shuting her locker. She only gave him a glare. As she finished with her locker and tried to walk away, he grabbed her hand.

"Fuck off Billy" she broke out of his grip.

"Come on Y/n"

"No. I'm not going to let you do this again, you fucking used me just because I'm new. Why don't you just use one of the whores who will drop at your feet"

"What happened to us ruling the school together" she paused

"That was just a line"

"Maybe it was maybe it wasn't eather way I can't get you out of my mind"

"Fine one more date but that's it"

That wasn't the only date they would go on together

Part 1

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