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Title: What? I've Seen Twilight [A Once Bitten, Twice the Idiot Oneshot]

Summary: It's been six years since reader has been out on her own, but now that she and Kate have an apartment in the city together, the last thing they're expecting is old company.

Trigger warnings: Sadness, angst, burns (Physical), general emotional distress, therapy,very brief mentions of assult, and spelling mistakes.

A/n: I went a little wild with this one. It's way longer than I intended, but jesus, did I have fun.

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Kate Bishop’s height advantage killed most situations. She could ride every rollercoaster, and one could spot her in a crowd of people as they bustled in and out of the New York Subway system. She could easily lead you, just the same, her large hand engulfing yours and making sure that you’d be able to stick together.

Kate hated her height sometimes. When she was a child, she was approached by her high school gym teacher that begged her to be on the basketball team. She was lanky and awkward, sitting on a whisp of a bench.

She’d wanted to join the team, but her father was vehemently against sports. He said that it worked her up too much and she’d be a danger to society if her adrenaline became too high for her to manage, as it often was. It was just one of those rules that were accompanied by breathing exercises and the occasional sedative.

You’d never made Kate feel an aversion to her height, in fact, you utilized it to your advantage. You’d curl up in her arms, slotted against her body. Her height could nearly swallow you whole. It was no trouble for you to ask for her to reach for certain things that were out of your grasp.

She had a horrible advantage when it came to hanging things, however. Everything was crooked, including the painting she was frustratingly trying to level over a crisping water stain. She’d worked up a sweat, blowing strands that had fallen from her ponytail from her face.

You came up behind her, wrapping your arms around her toned stomach. You were too short to rest your chin on her shoulder, so you settled for nuzzling into her back instead, breathing in the lemon scent of her. Kate let a smile spread across her face, sighing into your warmth. “Remind me why we decided to move out of the compound again?”

“Because we’re engaged and wanted some form of privacy.” You mumbled into her spine.

She beamed and turned in your arms. You much preferred this side of her. You were able to tuck your head under her chin. The painting took a hard left and slid into a diamond shape on the wall. A rumbling growl moved through her chest, vibrating against your ear.

“Was that your stomach or your frustration?”

“I think maybe it was both. Where’d you put the takeout menus?”

“Drawer by the fridge, we can’t make a habit of ordering out though.”

Kate detached herself from you and crossed the mostly bare living room to the kitchen. She rifled through them until she found her prize, a menu from the Tex-Mex place that had opened up down the street. They had massive portions, and that always worked in both your favors with the appetites you carried.

“We’re not going to make a habit. I just think we deserve a little treat after moving everything up six flights of stairs. Don’t you?”

The motivation to cook had left your body between floor three and four. You were determined to prove to Steve and Natasha that you were both more than capable of being on your own. It took months of convincing, and you’d even considered making a power point to demonstrate how responsible you’d be.

It didn’t’ come to that, just a promise (and then a pinky-swear) that the two of you would return back to the compound the week of the full moon. It was an easy compromise. In fact, it even made you feel safer. There was infinite space, and it was the only place you’d ever gone through a transition. Dozens, at this point, possibly hundreds.

“Fine, just this once, and only if you get extra nachos.”

“Okay, bossy. You can brave the copious number of stairs and pick up the order, then.”

That seemed like a fair enough deal. You dawned your coat, the sound of thunder a few miles away having reached your ears. Most things, you’d learned to tune out; the sound of traffic, voices from the multiple families that lived around you. But you would actively seek thunder, enjoying the rain and the dryness you could secure.

Kate pressed a kiss to your cheek, giving your arm a squeeze, a silent plea to be careful. You always were, both at the compound and here during your trips to the city. The apartment building the both of you had rented from was far from swanky. The hallways were lined with polished wood and a fresh paint-job made it look semi-presentable.

It was the quintessential first apartment experience that you’d been craving. It made you feel normal. Living here with your fiancé. A small smile worked its way onto your lips. This was a big step, possibly the biggest you’d taken since you’d followed Kate to the compound in the first place. To your family.

You shoved your hands in your pockets as you walked down the hallway, nearly brushing shoulders with a woman who had her head turned down, struggling to find her keys. She grunted, struggling to keep a paper bag filled with produce righted.

“Jesus Christ,” her muted growl alerted you more.

Not even a full day in the city and you decided to break one of Natasha’s rules. Don’t involve yourself. Which you thought was overkill. She became strict in that way, the insinuation that you shouldn’t talk to strangers on the tip of her tongue. But you weren’t moving here to be a recluse. A simple favor wasn’t going to hurt anyone.

“Here,” you scooped the bag gently from her hands, saving a particularly ripe orange “Let me help you with that.”

“Oh, thank you. I know that paper bags are great for the environment, but they turn to mush when it rains. It makes everything ten times harder.”

Her words died in her throat when her eyes met yours. You took a defensive step back, your mouth suddenly dry and muddy. Those eyes. You cursed yourself for not knowing sooner. She’d straightened her hair, wore a suit that was wrinkled from almost an hour of transit.

She looked older, tired around the eyes. It had been six years.

MJ was at a loss for words, just as you were. Her groceries were still in your hand, the bag finally giving way and spilling oranges, apples, and two soft peaches onto the floor. Neither of you made a move to gather them.

“Let me help you pick these up.”

“I think you’ve done enough.”

The two of you remained frozen. You’d moved in three doors down from someone you’d shared your first three years of college with. The last you’d seen her, she’d been wolfing down mac and cheese, looking queasy as you’d left your key on the coffee table.

A crack of thunder snapped you both out of your staring match. Kate could hear you, you knew she could. It wasn’t that she pried but she did keep an ear out for the cadence of your voice. You didn’t want to worry her, and you certainly didn’t want MJ to see her. Not yet, maybe not ever.

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” She turned away and struggled to stick her key in the lock. Her hands were trembling. She worried her lip between her teeth, a nervous habit that reminded you of when she held her tongue. She often failed.

“Okay, alright.” You threw your hands up in an act of surrender, scooting past her, careful to avoid the fallen fruit. “I’m sorry… about your groceries.”

You made it three more steps before her voice rang out again.

“About my groceries?” Her voice was harsh, you winced, stopping in your tracks. “You’re apologizing for ruined produce after what you did?”

At this, you turned, a small bit of anger in your stare. Maybe Natasha was right, as she usually always is. You should just keep your nose down, stay away from other people at least while you got settled. You’d been plunged into ice water, the realization that this city may be gigantic, but so incredibly small.

MJ closed the distance between you, her breath hot on your collarbone. It was startling, but your wolf reacted as it typically did, without fear and with a heir of competition. It figured you threatened, your nails curling into your palm hard enough to draw blood.

“You know, the police didn’t take us seriously. We went to them a week after you left, and they wouldn’t let us file a missing persons report because you left willingly. America, god, she wasn’t convinced. She spent months putting up posters around campus, at train stations. And people called, but not about you. Just to be needlessly cruel.”

The sting of her words made you tremble, your eyes downcast and your hands shoved back in your pocket. Each breath you took felt like needles being shoved forcefully into your throat and twisted until it touched your esophagus. You were going to vomit.  

“One second you were there, and the next you were gone, y/n. We never stopped searching. Anyone who looked like you, smelled like you… just reminded us that you’d run off with some stranger after being an absolute psycho for the week. I mean, for fucks sake! Your mother was devastated!”

“My mother?” Your eyes finally found purchase in her own.

“Yeah,” MJ breathed out, shoulders slumping. “Or did you forget her as well?”

“I didn’t…” You took a step back. Tears threatened to spill over, so you averted your stare back to the ground, quickly wiping them away with your fingers. “I could never forget about any of you. I left to protect you.”

“From what?” She’d gotten quieter, her voice breaking. She looked like she wanted to reach out and embrace you, but stopped herself. “Because America is going to be here any minute, and god help me, y/n, if you don’t have a better answer than that, you can’t let her see you. You can’t put her through that again.”

You took another step towards your apartment. You’d lost your appetite, your sureness in each step that you took. There was a roiling pit in your stomach that threatened to make your breakfast reappear. MJ watched you for a few moments. You were retreating again, and the sadness in her eyes cut into you like a finely sharpened knife.

She let out another breath and knelt down to collect the fruit that had splayed across the floor. She averted her gaze and you let her. There was no explanation that you could muster up without risking everything you’d worked so hard for, every moment of pain that ripped through you once a month. Years spent learning control.

The anxiety had fully built up in your chest by the time you made it the two doors down to your apartment. You shut it as softly as you could, pressing your back against the wooden door slathered in a deep forest green that reminded you of home. Your home.

The two of you had fought so diligently to get out of the compound and now all you wanted to do was retreat back into solitude, away from the world and the people you had wronged long ago. They were easy to push to the back of your mind when you didn’t see them every single day.

Of course, you never forgot them, you couldn’t. But there was a clear separation between your life before that night in the woods, and your life after. You had long ago admitted that you much preferred this one. Even if you did have dreams of finding your mother when you had the chance. Finding America and MJ. This was certainly not on your terms.

Kate was in front of you instantly, cupping both your cheeks and running her thumbs over the dampness. She didn’t’ say a word, and you were suddenly thankful for her inhuman hearing capabilities. You wouldn’t be able to explain, to tell her what made your throat so incredibly tight with grief.

Her height made it easy to tuck yourself against her, quivering as you cries were muffled against your chest. She radiated a warmth that calmed you like no other. Part of your nature, the connection the two of you carried. She could take your pain away, just as you could do the same. It evened your rapid breaths, her hand cupping your head.

She shocked you, her voice a low whisper. “I think you should tell them the truth.”

“What?”

Your voice was nasally and marred with snot. Kate gave you a sympathetic smile, moving her hand through your hair. She’d seen you at your absolute worst, and you weren’t exactly a beautiful crier. Her statement was jarring enough, though disarming.

“All those years ago, I told you that you’d be able to come back once you gained control of your wolf. And you’ve done that, you put in the work, you’ve embraced what we are. The reason for going to the compound in the first place was to protect the ones you love, and you can still do that.”

She dipped her head and your forehead pressed against hers. You stared into her startlingly blue eyes. They were genuine and so full of love.

“I mean it, sweetie. They deserve answers, I think we both know that.”

“Yeah… they do.”

It was easy enough to slip a note under MJ’s door. You figured she went to work early and returned late. There was a solid window of time for you to act. The letter contained your phone number, and an offer to talk, if she was willing.

It took three agonizing days of pacing the small length of the apartment, painting and repainting the bathroom, and busying yourself with little tasks. Kate had mastered hanging artwork and the two of you had finally made a trip to the grocery store instead of ordering from pizza places and diners that did take-out.

Kate was laying on her back on the second-hand sofa that the two of you had purchased and dragged up the stairs with little to no difficulty. She was skimming through a book she had to read for one of her classes, and the slow rhythm of her heartbeat had lulled you into a less than peaceful sleep.

Your cell phone was clenched in one hand, hanging off the side of the couch, full body weight snuggled up close to Kate, a blanket spread across you both. When your phone buzzed you shot up, knocking your forehead against Kate’s chin, she let out a startled grunt.

“Sorry, baby” You soothed your hand over the slowly growing red spot on her skin, simultaneously staring at your phone.

Unknown [3:00pm]: I’ll consent to dinner tonight. America may or may not be there.

Unknown [3:02pm]: 6:00, don’t be late.  

“I thought you said MJ was the nice one.” Kate set her book aside, peering at the messages you had received.

“She is… was. I don’t know anymore.”

Your antsy energy seemed to work in your favor when it came to preparing a dinner that was actually edible. Wanda had been teaching you to cook for the last few years, and it had been a difficult skill for you to pick up. She’d helped you master a dish from her birthplace that had quickly become one of Kate’s favorites.

She leaned against the counter and watched you cook as she always did, stretching up to retrieve the spices that were a little far past your reach. She handed you the paprika, kissing the back of your neck as you placed the chicken in the pan. You worked nervously, and methodically.

Despite Kate’s constant reassurances that they would love it, you weren’t much concerned about the food choices. Of course, you wanted it to be edible. But it could have been pizza all the same. There wouldn’t be much eating, you were sure. Even your appetite had been spoiled.

You panned the chicken onto a plate of rice and left it on the counter for Kate. She glanced down at it with confusion and then back up at you. “I’m not going, am I?”

“Darling, I would love nothing more. But, I’m certain that you being there will exacerbate things.”

Kate frowned, her lip jutting out in a borderline pout. You scoffed, gripping both of her arms. “They don’t know you like I do, Katie. They don’t know you at all.”

“Yeah,” She sighed “I know you’re right. This is just a hard thing to do and I don’t want you to be alone.”

“I’m not alone. You’ll be listening the whole time.

It was a comforting fact, but did nothing to quell the swirling in your stomach when you stood in front of MJ’s door. It was much too late to turn back, though everything in your body screamed at you to do so.

Before you could knock, she opened the door. She dawned an oversized flannel and a t-shirt for a band that you didn’t recognize. Her hair was damp, the scent of mint from her bodywash enveloping you. You’d missed the smell, missed her, but didn’t make a move to advance. She sniffed the air herself, raising an eyebrow. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was impressed by the meal you’d shoved in Tupperware.

 “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“I almost didn’t.”

She narrowed her eyes at you but opened the door wider and gestured to the living room vaguely. You took in the deep blue walls, and the multitude of thrifted artwork that made it feel homey as opposed to cluttered. There was a warmth to her apartment that you and Kate hadn’t yet cultivated.

In a midcentury modern chair next to a large record player, was America. Your grip tightened against the dish, careful not to shatter it, something easily done with your strength. Spilling chicken paprikas all over the carpets would not a good impression make.

America’s rural eyes scanned from your boots to the collar of your shirt, stopping just shy of your own stare. She’d aged, but it was less noticeable through her fierce scowl. A black t-shirt hugged her frame, her hair curly and flowing across her shoulders. Tattoos stretched evenly over her biceps and forearms, ones you didn’t’ dare move to get a better look at.

She stood, setting her glass of wine down on the coffee table. MJ worked the Tupperware from your hands. She moved silently towards the kitchen. You could feel the tension in the air. It made your wolf nervous. You swallowed back a whine.

Her eyes flashed in anger. “It really is you. When MJ told me that she’d run into you, I didn’t believe her. I couldn’t, because if you’ve been alive this entire time, and just chose to keep us in a constant hell of wondering, then I’d never be able to forgive you.”

“You have every right to be angry.”

“Maldita derecha, I do!” She shoved you back. You were startled by her strength, but still caught yourself with a small step back.

“Hey, relax. She’s here to explain, right?”

MJ stood behind the kitchen island, her fingers drumming on the countertop. Maybe she’d been given a chance to cool off, though there was still trepidation in her stare. You let out a small breath, throat suddenly tight.

“What?” America shoved your shoulder again, you could smell the alcohol in her breath “Does this bother you? Are you going to tuck your tail and vanish for another six years?”

Again, she pushed you back, this time with more force. You stood strong, letting her show her rage, her hatred towards you. Hell, you hated you in this moment. Your skin prickled, seeing her as a threat. You were sure that Kate, down the hall, was pacing with the same pent-up worry.

MJ urged “Meri, come one, let her be. We’ll eat dinner, and she’ll tell us what happened.”

“And what if we don’t like the answer?” She turned her venomous stare on the other woman. “What if we prefer that she had died and spared us all the pain?”

A brittle silence fell over the room. You were trapped within the walls of the apartment, ears ringing. Even if you could focus your mind hard enough to hear past it’s confinement, you didn’t want to. Your blood was rushing hard enough to create a ringing in your ears.

MJ had dropped the fork she was using to shovel food onto respective plates. America’s shoulders dropped. She opened her mouth and closed it again like a fish deprived of water. Her voice came out in a sand-paper whisper. “I didn’t mean that.”

“No, you did, and that’s okay.”

“It’s not.” MJ had abandoned her task and instead flopped down on one end of the sofa. She moved a throw pillow and gestured for you both to sit. “Both of you, we need to talk about this. It’s defined us for too long and we won’t get anywhere by hurling horrible words at one another.”

Cautiously, America returned back to her chair and you sat stiffly on the other end of the sofa. It would be better for them to both hate you. But, MJ’s usual rationale had kicked in and that scared the hell out of you. You ran your hands over your jeans, trying to find purchase in them.

America’s sharpness was back. “Well?”

“Okay, alright. Just… I need you both to keep an open mind before I get into this. I’ve never had to explain what happened before and, well shit, it’s going to be a lot to take in.”

You pleaded silently with them, flitting your eyes from one to the other. MJ nodded first and eventually America gave you a course gesture that you interpreted as agreeance. You could hear both of their hearts beating, perhaps harder than your own.

“The night before that stupid frat party, I didn’t fall asleep in the library. Something happened.”

“lo sabia.”

“I know you did, which is why I did everything in my power to avoid the both of you until I left. I didn’t know what was happening and the last thing I wanted to do was throw you into something that I couldn’t even begin to understand. I was feeling weird, and overwhelmed. Confused. You’ve always been too good at reading me. You’d both know in an instant that I’d been attacked if I was truthful with you.”

“Attacked?” MJ rasped, “You could have come to us, y/n. I’ve been fighting every single day of my career to make sure that Universities are a safe and forthcoming place. Even with campus police being absolute garbage, we would have found some way to help.”

You looked at her with soft admiration, guilt soaking your voice. “It wasn’t like that. I was walking home from the library and knew that I was being followed. I thought it was a person at first, but it wasn’t. The faster I moved, the faster she did. It didn’t matter how quick I was, is the point. Because it wasn’t a human that attacked me, it was a wolf.”

“A wolf You’re expecting us to sit here and believe that a wolf somehow escaped a zoo and miraculously hunted you down? I’m sorry, baby, but that’s the most bullshit excuse I’ve ever heard.” She laughed humorlessly and moved to stand.

“I told you to keep an open mind.” You pleaded, “I’m begging you, please. Just let me finish. And if you want me to leave after that. If you both want me to leave, then I will. You’ll never hear from me again.”

It would be easy to return to the compound, shield yourself from the world and make sure that neither of them had to live with the turmoil you’d caused all those years ago. You could feel sweat at the back of your neck, mouth dry in comparison.

She leveled you with a skeptical stare but sat back down, this time swiping her wine from the counter. She took a long gulp, the red staining her lips with a pink tint. The quiet urged you forward and your stomach clenched in nausea.

“It had bitten me, right through the shoulder and it was some of the most intense pain that I had ever experienced. I was certain that I was going to die there, alone and no one would find me for weeks, maybe even months. I have never been more terrified.”

Your hand moved up to rub the pulsing scar just below your t-shirt. You could feel the hardened tissue, the indents that Kate’s teeth made before they tore through tendons and ground your bones to a shattered powder.

You pulled the fabric away, shivering from the suddenly cold air against your skin. MJ gasped, closing the gap between the two of you on the sofa. She was gentle, running her own fingers over the scar, the large-mouthed pockmarks that could only be that of an animal.

“Jesus Christ, y/n. Does it still hurt?”

“Not anymore. It just serves a reminder, is all.” America was looking at you in disbelief, her confidence in your falsehood wavering. “When you called the next morning, I was just thankful to wake up, and rushed back to the apartment so I didn’t worry you anymore than I already had.”

“Why didn’t you just tell us?” America asked.

You shook your head “I couldn’t understand what had happened. Just like you, I didn’t think there were wolves in New York. If I was having some type of break due to stress, I didn’t want to drag the two of you down either.”

“You can’t just decide how we’d react to things, y/n. If you had asked for help, explained what had happened, we would have been there for you.”

“I know that… and I was going to tell you both, I was. But by the second day, the bite was just gone. There was no evidence that anything had happened, and I was starting to doubt myself. At least I was, until Kate.”

That fury returned to America’s eyes. If you didn’t’ clock it in her stare, you would have in the way she smelled. The metallic edge overtook any other scent in the room, including the boisterous spices on the Paprikash. “Oh? Is that her name? I figured we were chasing a ghost for all those years.”

“We know who she is. Your mother… she was insistent that your father hire a private investigator. She knew that your behavior was out of the ordinary, but he wasn’t convinced, so she fought him tooth and nail. They had a name, and a last known address. But that was it. Her trail went cold too. It was like the two of you just vanished into thin air.”

Your heart seized at the admission, but you swallowed it back, locked it away for something to deal with later. It was one person at a time, and your mother was untouchable, something you refused to acknowledge until you were standing on her doorstep with your apologies and your broken sobs.

You cleared your throat, making a point to shove your hand with the simple golden band on it into your pocket. That was another conversation you weren’t willing to have at this point.

“Right, yes. Kate. She’s helped me tremendously over the years.” You drew in a breath, bracing yourself for the next statement. “In fact, she caused it.”

“She… caused it? Please, y/n. I may not like the girl but what you’re insinuating…”

“You’re saying she’s the one that bit you?” MJ let out a nervous chuckle “That, or unlatched the cage at the zoo.”

Another silence fell over the room. You gave them a nervous smile. God- this was absolutely harder than you expected. They didn’t’ say anything, they just stared at you blankly, and then at each other. Then, it was back to you. There was something akin to pity in their stares that you didn’t appreciate.

They thought you were insane and suddenly, it was like the glass coffee table had shattered and they were afraid that if they stepped too hard, it would cut the soles of their feet. MJ even reached her hand out and placed it on your knee. You shivered at the touch.

“Listen, I know neither of you believe me, but it’s why I had to leave.” Your voice broke. “I was so afraid that I was going to hurt you. I-I mean what if I lost control? Back then, I didn’t have a handle on any of this, so I went to a place that was safe. A place that taught me how to control it.”

“It being… Lycanthropy?” America stood up now, started pacing from the edge of her chair to the front door and then back again. “You know, we worked a case ages ago and the fifteen-year-old son of a wealthy couple believed that he was a werewolf.”

“Meri, please. Don’t psychoanalyze her.”

“Shouldn’t we? Y/n, this is an actual thing. It’s called Lycomania. It’s a form of psychosis, and with the right medications, the right therapies-“

“It’s not psychosis!” You stood from the couch, suddenly feeling frantic, like a caged animal. She was a social worker, or at least, that’s what she was studying to be. From her wording, you figured she’d gotten there just fine. “I’m not making any of this up.”

“It’s a little hard to believe, is all.”

MJ had reached up from the couch and took your hand, soothed it over your knuckles. It was like a horrible game of good cop, bad cop, and you wanted no part of it. You knew that there would be some disbelief, but the way America’s fingers inched towards her cell phone worried you.

“It’s a lot to take in, I know. It’s impossible to believe, but you both deserve the truth. I need you to believe me.”

“I believe that you believe.” America said softly, “Please, y/n/n, just come get checked out with us. If you’re a… werewolf, then what’s the harm?”

You took a deep breath, glancing down at MJ who hugged a throw pillow flush against her chest. She was pleading with her stare, begging you to agree. And America, God, she looked like she was about to bolt or throttle you. But there was a kindness behind her eyes that you missed dearly.

“This was a mistake. Look, I just wanted to come here and apologize for everything I put you through. I want you to know that I mean it, and you both are very important to me.” You took a step towards the door, rolling your eyes when America stepped in front of it, crossing her arms over her chest. “Seriously?”

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“If you’re a werewolf, and this isn’t some type of mental break, then prove it. Show us what you’ve got.”

A dry laugh escaped you, one of disbelief. You glanced back at MJ, she looked nervous, but didn’t’ object to the demand. You’d grown so used to living in a home with ten other people who never doubted what you were, because they were the exact same.

Your ‘wolfy’ attributes were mostly limited to the night of the full moon. By all accounts, you were normal the rest of the month, and things that weren’t normal often were disguisable. Sometimes, if you roughhoused with Peter or even Clint, your eyes would catch the color of the sunset, glowing in response to their own. But there were no sudden outbursts of sharpened teeth and extended claws- not anymore. You’d fought so hard to contain it.

If you let the curtain slip, even this once, would you be able to get it back up? It was another two weeks until the next full moon, and by then, you were sure they’d grow tired of waiting for you to prove yourself.

With a groan, you walked over to the kitchen. MJ practically threw herself over the back of the couch as you started to rummage through drawers, not finding anything but plastic forks, and a butter knife that certainly wouldn’t do the trick. “Jesus dude, this is not cutlery.”

“I’m not home often,”

You turned the closest knob on the stove and watched as the electric cooktop started to glow an angry red. This was going to fucking suck. Just because you could heal, didn’t mean you enjoyed utilizing the perk. It came in handy when you’d broken two fingers sparring with Natasha, and again when Tony had taken you on a long-winded hike and you’d lost your footing.  Both still held the same amount of pain that was expected.

With a deep breath you splayed your hand on the burner before MJ or America could object. They both made distressed noises in the back of their throat, the sound of your skin against the intense heat sizzled with a popping fierceness.

“What the fuck!” America clawed at your wrist, struggling to pull your hand away. With your strength, she didn’t’ get it to budge “Y/n, stop!”

When you were satisfied enough with the heat eating away at your skin, you released your hold. Your palm was angry, already blistering. Some spots bloomed a darker red, wounds close to the base of your ring finger where the gold band had heated up enough to cause some stinging damage.

“Oh my god, I’m going to vomit.” MJ moved her forearm over her mouth, swallowing heavily. “I’m calling an ambulance. Do we run it under cold water?”

“Relax, just watch.”

“Relax! You want me to relax?”

Her jaw snapped shut, head lilting to the side. America still gripped your wrist, watching as the redness quickly faded away to the smoothness of your palm. The blisters seemed to vanish, and the bleeding split by the edge of your ring sealed back together. You could still feel your hand throbbing, but flexed your fingers to prove your point.  

“You wanted me to prove it, and I didn’t much feel like ripping your throw pillows to shreds.” You snatched your hand back from America, twisted the ring around in a nervous habit. “Can we take the psyche unit off speed dial, please?”

“No, no, keep it up for me.” MJ leaned her back against the island, trying to steady herself. “That just… your hand was… did you see that?”

America whispered, her stare suddenly fuzzy. “Yeah, I saw it.”

You flicked the stove off and crossed your arms over her chest, letting them take a few moments to relish the quiet. You were feeling a bit too self-satisfied considering the circumstances, but enjoyed the fact that you had stunned them into silence.

“So, you left with this Kate chick because she turned you into a werewolf and then you’ve what? Been hiding these last six years? It’s hard to vanish in the 21st century. Nearly impossible.” America said, voice quivering.

“I went to a place where there were others like me. They taught me how to live with this, how to control it. They’re my family.”

“Your pack?” MJ asked. “What? I’ve seen Twilight!”

You laughed “Yeah, my pack. Kate included.”

“no confío en ella.” America growled.

You let out a sigh of relief. You’d take it. For now, you’d take it. The tension in the apartment had lowered a few notches, enough for your stomach to clench in hunger. It made an audible growl. You hadn’t been able to eat for the last few days, worry enveloping you.

America pulled her jacket from the back of the sofa. “You two eat. I’ve got a few case files I have to finish. Y/n, it was good to see you. I hope… take care of yourself. Okay?”

“Okay,” The word came out as a breathless whisper. Even if your objections weren’t trapped in the netting of your throat, you wouldn’t’ have had a chance to say them. She was slamming the door behind her, shaking the photos on the wall.

“She’ll come around,” MJ squeezed your shoulder, giving you a wavering smile before she started to divide the food with her plastic fork. “In the meantime, I have so many questions.”

#Kate Bishop #Kate Bishop x reader #Kate Bishop x y/n #Kate Bishop x you #kate bishop x female reader #wanda Maximoff #Natasha Romanoff #Wandanat #Steve Rodgers #Tony Stark #thor odinson #bruce banner #peter parker #yelena belova #Werewolf au #Mj watson #America Chavez

[raineandsky]

A Date in Exchange

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Oh goddamnit, why.

The villain can see the familiar car turning down the road towards them. They tip their head down in the vain hope that they’ll go unnoticed, and somehow it works—the car streaks past them, and they thank god that they don’t have to deal with that.

Thanking god, it turns out, means jack shit when the person they’re avoiding is the hero. The car appears next to them again not even five seconds later, having somehow turned around to trail after them.

“Get in,” the hero demands through the open window. The villain turns to give them a hearty scowl.

“I did that once and look how that turned out.” They pick up the pace—not that it gets them any further away. “No.”

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you.” The car mounts the pavement, alarmingly close to the villain and cutting off their path. They leap back slightly at the blatant crime, startled. “Just get in.”

The villain leans down to swing the door open with an irritated huff. “If you try to arrest me for showing you up in front of your parents I’ll be pissed.”

-

“I thought you were telling them we’re breaking up,” the villain points out indignantly, and the hero sighs tiredly.

“I tried, but you, of all people, made a good impression on them,” The hero’s gaze is locked out of the window as they drive, but it feels like they’d avoid the villain’s eye even if they weren’t on the road, “despite the fact I had to stop you from robbing them blind.”

“You knew who you were inviting in.”

“I told my mother that you’d embarrassed me and that I was leaving you,” the hero continues, pointedly ignoring their comment, “and she almost cried. You almost had my poor mother in tears because she liked you so much that the idea of us breaking up hurt her.”

“Your life isn’t meant to revolve around what your parents want,” the villain says tightly.

“It doesn’t. My so-called dating life that exists purely to sate them does, though.” The hero pulls over at the side of the road. “So we’re still doing this. Next time we see each other I’ll be decking you in the face or holding your hand or something gross. I really hope it’s the former.”

-

Much to the hero’s visible dismay, it is not the former.

“You’ve captured their hearts a little too much,” they tell the villain from their doorway. “It seems I’ve made a bit of a huge mistake doing this with you.”

“That’s what you get for trying to get me to do anything for you. Am I coming in or what?”

They step back to let the villain inside, catching a glimpse of the paper bundle in their hands. “What’s that?”

“Oh, these?” The villain holds up their gift—a bouquet of red, orange, and yellow flowers, their shades an exact match to those on the hero’s uniform. “Just a declaration of admiration to my beloved.”

“Oh, how thoughtful,” the hero snaps sarcastically. “Thank you.”

With a flick their bin opens, and the flowers are dumped head first inside. “My parents are constantly asking what you’re up to and why they don’t get to see any pictures of us.” The hero starts the trek to the living room, where they’ve already set up a realistic looking chess board, mid-game.

They pause when they find themself walking alone. They glance back to where the villain is still standing in the foyer, staring at the bin. “Did you hear anything I just said?”

“Huh?” is the answer they get, and they tut as the villain finally starts after them.

“You’ll need to come here once a week, and we’ll get some pictures to convince my parents that this is actually happening.”

The villain frowns. “What if I just left you in the shit? Didn’t come? Told your parents who you’re supposedly dating? Told them it was all fake?”

“Because I’m about to let you get away with a hell of a lot of crime if you don’t.”

The hero settles on the sofa, beckoning for the villain to sit with them. “Fine,” the villain spits a little harshly, “‘cause I’m not doing this for free.”

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(Part 4)

#writing #creative writing #writing community #writers on tumblr #writblr #heroes and villains #hero x villain #fake dating #wrote 90% of this whilst my cat was staring me dead in the eyes #idk why she just likes to O_O at people #a lil intense girl plz chill #postin this a smidge early cause im goin on a weekend awayyyyy #but we going to a city so i will be returning a CRISP #a date in exchange

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Demon King Headcanons

You have accepted the Demon King’s marriage proposal!

I wasn't planning on writing a second part, but some of you gave me ideas and I decided on short headcanons instead. The image of a big, buff, evil Overlord lovingly doing house chores for their human was too tempting.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance

[Main Story]

The proposal, as you quickly found out, came as a surprise to everyone. Not even the King’s loyal butler knew of such intentions; he’d assumed they were finally going to destroy everything and everyone at once. To him, the dramatic scene of you and his Lord enveloped in flames was anything but a romantic confession. It was your final battle. So one might imagine the poor lizard’s confusion when the Demon King returned with you following behind. “S-sir?” He questioned meekly. The armored creature nodded at his servant. “It has been done. We’ll plan the wedding upon our arrival home.” The what? His baffled expression must’ve given him away, because the Demon continued: “What’re you gawking like that for? Didn’t I ask you earlier how humans forge a bond?” The butler stumbled to search for his words, swallowing dryly. “Well y-yes, your Majesty…I just didn’t expect it to be anything more than curiosity.”

The same speechless reaction repeated itself all the way to the Kingdom. Soldiers, diplomats, other monstrous entities of the unknown Land, they all greeted you in disbelief. So much, in fact, that you began to poke fun at their hesitant response: “I am his mortal enemy”, you’d announce with a dramatic bow. “Spouse! We talked about this!” the Demon Lord would quickly correct you, flustered.

Truth be told, you're not quite sure what made you accept this ridiculous offer. Perhaps a mixture of intrigue and disillusionment. The city you've dedicated yourself to stood no longer, burnt to a crisp along with its corruption and crookery. In a way, the monster had unshackled you from a responsibility you no longer wanted to bear. And if that wasn't enough to convince you, well, the sight of the Ruler himself kneeling before you certainly sealed the deal.

Although it may take a while for you to accept the idea that your worst adversary had actually been infatuated with you this entire time. Were there even any hints? During your last battle you nearly died. You'd crawled out of an enormous crater on your fours, bones shattered and ligaments torn. When you pointed this out to your groom-to-be, he stared at you in horror. "I had no idea humans were that fragile. I was trying to adjust my strength so as to not do any harm." You could only nod, patting away the sweat beads forming on your forehead. Uh huh. Maybe it's better you didn't experience his full range of attacks.

Ever since the devastating revelation, he's been extra careful when handling you. Sometimes he'll awkwardly hover his large hands above you, with a concentrated frown on his face. "What the hell are you doing?" you ask, eyeing him suspiciously. "I'm trying to be gentle." he'll answer. "You're not even touching me." Fair point, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

The Demon King will often ask you about customs from your world as a way to make you comfortable, just in case you get struck by the occasional homesickness. His Realm is very different from what you're used to, after all. Lamentably, his own years spent in the human world were not too fruitful from a cultural point of view. He was either busy stalking you or devouring the souls of the innocent. Now that he has nothing else to worry about, he will gladly listen and even do his best to actively participate.

You wake up shrouded in thick smoke. Overwhelmed by heavy déjà vu, you rush down the grand stairs, searching for the source of the fire. Are you being attacked? Enemies of the Demon King? You elbow yourself against the kitchen door, similar to when you left your home to find the city ablaze. The Demon Lord turns to face you, visibly overwhelmed and exhausted. You gawk at the scene unfolding before you and remember to close your mouth, mainly out of politeness. "It's too small. I'm afraid I cannot use it", he reveals timidly, holding a human spatula between his fingers to showcase the impractical size difference. You glance at the disastrous attempt behind him and manage to deduce he'd been trying to make breakfast. In an unspoken agreement, he steps back and allows you to take over.

"I'm surprised you let him burn down the kitchen", you mention to the butler once you get a moment to yourself. The scaly servant sighs, and theatrically lifts his clawed hands in hopelessness. "Pointless to argue with him when he's like this, (Y/N). In my entire life serving the Family, I've never witnessed a more stubborn leader." He points to the lavish portraits adorning the walls with a faint smile. "And, to put it frankly, he's obsessed with you. I've never seen him in a more deplorable state. Marrying a human?! The shame, the outrage!” he cries out. “No offense intended to you, of course. You must understand." You hum in agreement, a tad uncomfortable, yet sympathetic. "M-maybe it'll tone down after the wedding?" you suggest as encouragement. "Oh, no, I suspect it will only get worse", he bemoans in return. Then, he promptly straightens his back and resumes his duties.

You go on your own way, not wanting to burden the lizard in his work. As you cross the hallway, you find the Demon King himself scanning each room, somewhat agitated. He notices you and his features soften. "I was wondering where you'd vanished." You approach him with the words of the butler still ringing in your ears.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #monster x reader #monster x human #yandere demon king #yandere male x reader #gender neutral reader #monster romance #monster boyfriend #yandere oc

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Choices

I'm currently in the middle of flying overseas for my schl's exchange trip and yes I typed this all out whilst turbulence was crazy it was not a fun experience.

Summary: You and Astarion talk the night before you confront Cazador

"I thought you did your brooding in your tent."

"Sometimes, my dear, a change of scenery is good for brooding." He looks up at you, shifting to the right a little. You sit down in the spot created, legs dangling over the edge just like his. His shoulder gently brushes against yours as he turns his gaze back to the sprawling city that is Baldur's Gate. You follow the direction of his gaze, taking in the flickering lights of the city at night and breathe in the crisp cool air.

"So, what's the brooding about on this fine night?" You turn to look at him, admiring the way his curls gently sway in the breeze, the way the moonlight highlights the silver of his hair. He was always beautiful, elegant, handsome, all at the same time, with that hint of sorrow in his ruby red eyes. The same pair of eyes shift to rest on you, taking in your splendour and searches for a way to put his thoughts into words. He isn't even sure what the brooding is about today, all he knows is that he wanted some time away from camp, away from the rest of the party and their energy so that he can take in what will happen tomorrow. He wasn't expecting any company, the others knew better than to disturb him but yours is a welcomed one, lest his thoughts drown him.

"Everything, I suppose." He hums, turning back to look at the city again. It's been a while since he's set foot in those streets, and the last time he was here he was a slave to Cazador, prowling the streets at night for naive prey. Now he's back, free from Cazador's control, free to walk in the same streets in the sun, free to do whatever he wanted. He couldn't be forced to bow to someone else's whims, he was his own person and could choose his own path, as you had told him many times over. Sometimes, he still struggles to comprehend that, he's been a slave for so long that thinking about himself is something long lost to him, but you're patient, catching him when he falls along the way, never demanding anything of him.

"It's been a while since we were last here." You nod. "It is a lot to take in, so many things have changed."

"Everything has changed." He whispers, but you catch his words. Resting your hand on top of his, you give it a gentle squeeze followed by a soft smile of reassurance, the silent promise reaffirmed. He blinks, slowly, and returns the smile, a smile he only ever shows you. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Neither would I." You agree. "I like the change."

"If you keep complimenting me like that, my love, I will have to return the favour." He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Are you sure you're ready for that?"

When he leans in closer, you start blushing. His lips are a hair breadth's away from yours, tantalizingly close yet so far and you yearn to close the gap but you wait for him to make the move. He pauses, seeking your approval before closing the gap, feeling the softness of your lips, your sweet taste flooding his mouth. His kiss is gentle, filled with yearning and uncertainty, just like his current turmoil of emotions. You kiss back, never wanting to let him go but your need for air forces you to and the both of you part unwillingly.

"Tomorrow we confront Cazador," he murmurs.

"We do. Together." You say firmly. "You're not doing this alone, we'll all be right there by your side."

He gives you a sad smile, "I still…I still worry. I don't know if I can do this, if I can fight him."

"If you can't, we'll fight him on your behalf. Don't worry, we'll make sure he pays dearly." You feel an anger burn deep within you at the vampire lord, swearing vengeance on him for Astarion's sake, but you also know in the end, Astarion will have to be the one dealing the final blow, or Cazador will have him forever, even in true death. It doesn't matter if your party manages to defeat Cazador without Astarion, if Astarion doesn't defeat Cazador, it will all have been for naught.

"But what if Cazador tells them about all the things I've done? What if that causes them to turn on me? You and I can't win that fight." His hands tremble, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "What if Cazador still has control over me and forces me to attack you?"

"Then we'll make sure none of those come to pass."

"He's a vampire lord, Y/N! He's powerful, terrifying, he —"

"Isn't the worst thing we have and will face. We've stared down one of the Dead Three and we know we have to defeat an elder brain controlled by the Crown of Karsus, Cazador is nothing compared to them. If we can survive a fight with Myrkul and emerge victorious, we can defeat Cazador before he gets the chance to open that damned hole he calls a mouth." You snarl out the last part, much to Astarion's surprise. His lip quivers and he feels tears start to stream down his face, the liquid quickly cooling in the night air. His shoulders start shaking with silent sobs and you panic. This was not the reaction you wanted out of him, this was far from the reaction you were looking for.

"I'm sorry Astarion! I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry, I —" Before you can blabber on, he wraps his arms around you tightly, burying his face into your shoulder, effectively silencing you.

"You didn't say anything wrong. You said everything perfectly, like you always do." He sniffs, adjusting his hug. He buries a hand in your hair whilst the other rests on your back. "You're always full of surprises."

"Well, that is one of my strengths," you smile, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. You return the hug, nuzzling into his hair and simply hold him while he lets everything out.

Astarion cannot deny that he's still worried about facing Cazador, that the very thought sends his undead heart thundering in his chest. In his two hundred years under Cazador, not once had he ever thought about standing against Cazador, all that fight had been long beaten out of him, but that all changed when you crashed into his life, dragging a few others along with you. To think that one day, he would find the courage to fight Cazador alongside people he considered friends (to a certain degree), that he would find someone he wanted to devote his life to. If he told his past self about this, his past self would have scorned him, told him to stop dreaming and face the reality of an eternal life as Cazador's puppet. But this was real, all this was real. He wasn't dreaming, he was in reality, a reality he had thought was long lost to him.

Your warmth washes over him, anchoring him in the reality that is his. When the sun dips below the horizon tomorrow, the future will be his to dictate. His and his alone. Looking into your eyes that hold so much love for him, he decides right there and then. He chooses to have you in the future that awaits him, he chooses to forge a future where the both of you can be together, unbound by fear.

He chooses you.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion romance #astarion x durge #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion ancunin #tavstarion #durgestarion

[austinbutlerslovers]

Avec Moi

Label Mature 18+

Summary

You are hidden away in Austin’s luxury Parisian hotel while he does his press tour in France. He tries to keep you separate and all to himself, the only normal piece of this life anchoring him down.

He sends you on a sight seeing tour preoccupying you for the day while he attends a photo call and his movie premiere. When he finally returns to you it’s almost midnight

Entering the suite he is so happy to finally appreciate you and spoil you, it’s your anniversary after all. Even though every day he loves you beyond compare, he makes it special. He takes your breath away with a beautiful view and an even more satisfying orgasm.

Established relationship girlfriend

Smut•romantic•gifts •traveling •morning/shower sex•nipple play•oral sex female rec• lingerie• blindfold•sex against a window•multiple •orgasms •cream pie•anniversary sex

Inspo: Austin in Paris France? 🇫🇷 Oui Avec Moi= With You

Avec Moi

Austin keeps his public and private life very separate. He values you as a treasure all to himself. Whatever career or life you had is now completely absorbed into his. He needs you with him at all times, bringing you every where he goes. You begin to lose track of the dates and times when he takes you on a whirlwind international press tour for his latest film.

You wake up early morning now in France, it is from a sharp knock at the door followed by a ring. Austin rolls over to hold you, the hot skin of his chest warms your back. He gives you a quick kiss on your temple before he climbs out of bed leaving you to rest.

You are in one of the most expensive hotels in Paris over looking the city. You arrived so late at night from your international flight you didn’t even have time to explore the room. The suite has 3 wings; the master suite, the living room, and the foyer, there is also a roof top patio.

Everything is white with gold overlays. Ornate trimmings wrap every edge and panel up to the hand painted high vaulted ceilings. It is a Baroque, Rococo dream. Words you learned reading your guide book about France on your multiple connecting flights from Mexico the previous day.

Austin ties on a robe and leaves the master suite. He closes the double doors quietly behind him to give you privacy and let you sleep. You can still hear everything through the thin decorative doors.

“Mr. Butler the hair and makeup team is here to set up may we offer you anything to eat or drink while you wait?” A woman asks.

“Yea I’m really craving some dark chocolate croissants, do you think you could get a few of those with a light breakfast, no dairy though” As soon as he asks his request is carried out.

Within a few moments a bellman rolls a trolley in with an entire assortment of fruits, sweets, juices, breads, eggs,and of course his dark chocolate croissants. Austin quickly eats before his big day.

He opens the doors to the master suite and closes them quickly behind him. He brings his event outfit with him from the stylist, hanging it the walk in closet as you sleep. His hair and makeup team need more time to prepare in the living room. He climbs back in bed resting on top of you staring at your sleeping face. He wants you to wake up.

He plants soft kisses on your lips as you sleep arousing himself more with each one. When you finally wake up he smiles down at you eyes twinkling his new favorite dainty chain swings on his neck catching your eye. He knows you’re exhausted from all the traveling but he wants you.

“You gonna be here when I get back later?” He asks teasing for making you travel so much. You sleepily nod yes. He pets your hair back lovingly and stares into your eyes. “Do you need money to go out today?” He asks gently. You nod again a smile forming on your lips. You know he wants you to explore Paris having fun while he works.

Slowly climbing off of you he retrieves his wallet and stands looking down at you laying in bed. He unfolds his wallet and pulls out a crisp bill. “How much?” He asks throwing one note and you collect it. He throws another just as you reach the first. You catch it as it flutters down.

You finally wake enough to chime in “Austin how much are these?” He smiles as he keeps raining them down on you one by one. “Hundreds I think” he says not paying attention to the amount, more excited watching you climb out of bed and bend down to collect them.

He makes a trail of them to the lavatory. “Austin this is like a two thousand then” you say in shock holding the stack of euros. He pulls you to him with one hand the money pressed between your bodies.

He takes the stack out of your hand placing it with his wallet on the bathroom counter and kisses you. He quickly kneels down stripping off your silk panties from your nightie set. “Austin we don’t even have time, you have a photo call and a premiere today” you say in a hushed tone knowing there are people working in the next room.

He’s already absentmindedly kissing up your thighs. “Austin.” You say firmly and he stands taller than you peering down at you softly. “But it’s our anniversary ” he confesses smiling. You didn’t even realize what date it was.

You smile back up at him appreciatively and give him a sweet kiss on his lips. “Go to work and when you are back we’ll celebrate.” you say gently. You reach around him turning on the shower to move him along.

He mock pouts starting to get in. Before he does he pulls you in too, soaking your nightie top and holding you against him under the shower head. He drenches you completely. ”Austin!” you shriek in surprise. He laughs as you smile at him he’s so so annoying when he sets his mind on something and nothing can change it.

He already has your soaked top over your head discarding it. He turns you to press your hands against the glass “Just real quick” he rasps and lines up his stiff cock with your entrance. You relax and he pushes his cock fully inside of you until his hips meet the back of your thighs. You let out a soft moan and your clit pulses from the stretch of his size.

He waits for you to adjust, and reaches his had around stroking your clit as he begins to gently thrust into you. He wants all his cum out of him and inside of you so he can work clear headed while you fantasize about him all day.

He squeezes your supple tit in his hand as he bends you over. The time is ticking. You help him by placing your hands higher above you on the glass spreading your legs wider and arching your back down. He wishes he had a picture your waist and back are a work of art at this angle.

He gives you several good thrusts holding your waist, then pulls you back by your hip bones pounding his cock deep making your core tighten as you gently moan for him. He thrusts faster bouncing you against his cock to make you quickly climax.

“Aus! I’m….” he pulls you back flush against his chest knowing you’re going to cum and strums your clit hard. You clench on him panting loudly and stifling your moans as you have your first intense orgasm of the day.

When you finish at your peak he presses your chest against the glass and grips his strong hands around your waist. He places his thighs beneath yours and plows into you repeatedly until his cock is swollen tight ready to release.

His abs constrict as he groans in pleasure throbbing his warm cum inside of you. He pants heavily as his hips falter slowing down.

He holds you still for a brief moment as you both catch your breaths. Once you settle he holds your waist and slips his heavy cock all the way out making you both moan.

He has to quickly finish rinsing off and leaves you in the shower. He rushes drying off and brushes his teeth before grabbing his wallet. He swiftly puts his outfit on in the bedroom to meet his team in the living room.

You finish in the shower a moment later. As you brush your teeth you stare at the stack of euros on the counter. ‘It’s our anniversary ’ his words repeat in your head making you smile. The wheels are already turning in your mind of what you want to get for him. You blow dry your hair and put on a simple form fitting dress. You can’t wait to see what Austin is wearing he must almost be ready by now.

You slowly open the double doors of the master suite a sliver to peek. He’s sitting in one of the ornate chairs in the living room having his hair touched up by the stylist. He is waiting patiently twisting the ring on his pointer finger around with his thumb.

He is dressed in all black as usual. It’s a double breasted suit paired with what looks almost like a construction workers boot and you giggle at the contrasting styles. He looks over to the master bedroom hearing the familiar sound of your happiness and locks eyes with you smiling.

His face is so stunning drawing you to enter the living room to get a better look. Several of his team members are bustling about. You sit on the sofa watching him as the stylist finishes.

He stands to look at himself in the full length mirror inspecting every little detail of his face and hair. He finds everything suitable and nods to his assistant who brings him a heavy trench coat to complete the ensemble. He flips the collar up as he lifts it over his shoulders and the stylist fixes it back. She goes over his coat with a lint roller.

Your eyes wander up his tall frame, he looks so handsome and powerful. You smile to yourself thinking he looks like a Parisian prince when in reality he’s a talented American actor from Anaheim.

Everyone begins last minute checks and explanations going over each detail of the schedule with him. He interjects a few questions and then they are set. Security informs the team down stairs that he is on the move.

Every one walks with him to the door almost rushing him out with excitement for the day “Wait” he stops looking for you “ Baby ”he calls out and you hurry to him.

Several people have to make space. He holds you close smiling down at you.“I love you and I’ll see you later “he says never breaking his gaze” I love you too” you say staring up at him feeling so enamored.

He plants a soft kiss on your lips and holds his hands cupping your jaw lovingly before he lets you go. You reach and squeeze his hand one last time before he slips away. He looks over his shoulder and smiles at you giving you a wink.

Everyone exits the door and it slams shut to silence.

You look around at the palace like room wondering what you should go do. You spot your Paris guide book on the living room ottoman and grab a chocolate croissant from the cart on your way to read it. You plop down on the sofa and begin to flip through the pages as you eat.

Suddenly the hotel room phones ring all at once around the suite making you jump. You pick up the closest one.

“Hello?” You answer

“Bonjour Mrs. Butler I am calling to confirm the arrangement time for your pick up.” She says in a heavy French accent. You smile at her mistake calling you his wife but you don’t correct her

“My pick up?” You ask to clarify if it’s for you

“Yes madame there is a driver to take you sightseeing today arranged by your husband” you cover your mouth shocked in delight that he planned this.

You don’t correct her the second time she calls you his wife either. You look to the gold vintage clock on the mantle it’s 8:15 am.

“I can be read in 30” you say confidently

“Excellent Madame the driver will pick you up at the main courtyard in front of the lobby. Please take a moment to write down this information.

Pierre black Mercedes license plate AA229AA”

You exchange goodbyes.

“Okay thank you goodbye ”

“Je vous en prie”

You are beaming with a smile. After you eat breakfast you put on your makeup and don a long back trench coat over your dress paired with slip on tennis shoes.

You collect your phone and purse heading down the private elevator to the lobby.

You find the car with the matching plate parked where the receptionist said it would be and climb in closing the door. “Piere?” You ask just to be certain “Bonjour Mrs. Butler, yes I am Piere I will be your driver for the day. This is from your husband“ he says handing you a red envelope. He begins driving you away from the hotel as you open it.

You slide out an elaborate crimson red card written in Austin’s handwriting.

It reads:

To my love,

I wanted to take you to each of these places with me but we don’t have time during the press tour. I’ll be thinking of you all day wishing I was there. I couldn’t ask for someone who loves and supports me more than you do.

I love you,

-Austin

Your pout your lip cutely he’s so thoughtful. You read his list on the opposite side of the card.

Arc de Triomphe

Fontaine du Jardin du Trocadéro

Lunch-Francette

Eiffel Tower

Marché Saxe-Breteuil Market

The Lourve

Dinner Le Garde Robe

You are taken a back It is a full day of activities when you were only expecting to be gone a few hours. Austin must really want you to enjoy Paris so you eagerly tackle the list.

You sight see, shop, and eat the entire day away. Ending the itinerary at Le Garde Robe winery sipping a glass of expensive Chateau Margaux. It’s such a spectacular and highly sought after wine. You spend the remainder of your cash to buy an entire bottle for Austin’s anniversary gift. You have it placed in a wooden gift box with 2 Reidel glasses and a wine opener.

You return to the hotel at 10:23 pm happy, exhausted, and lightly drunk carrying tons of bags. You walk through the enormous beautifully decorated lobby down a corridor to the private elevators swiping your card and entering.

As the doors close you swipe your key card again to gain access to your floor. You rest back against the elevator wall with all of your new purchases in tow letting out a breath. Paris is definitely an amazing city.

You exit on your floor and head to the end of the hall for the VIP Master suites. You swipe your card and the handle whirs as it unlocks. You enter into complete blackness.

You quickly set your bags down and reach for the light panel. You click on the lights and look down realizing you are standing on fresh red rose petals, you gasp. You follow the trail of flowers into the bedroom.

The bed is freshly made with a black Versace box placed on top with a bow. A note rests against it reading “Open Me” in cursive. Your eyes grow wide from the surprise.

You sit on the bed and pull the silk ribbon to open the box. Your fingers pull up the daintiest black lace bra of a lingerie set as you read the second note inside “Wear Me”. You smile so impressed by Austin’s romantic gestures all day.

You want to wear it immediately and walk toward the lavatory. Until your eye catches the closet doors and you stop.

The closet is tied shut with a big black ribbon wrapped around the handles. It has a note hanging in beautiful cursive which reads “NO Peeking!” Your eyes light up with excitement, you will definitely wait.

You wash off your body using a new Parisian fine milled soap you purchased that smells heavenly. You towel off and blow dry your hair. Sitting at the vanity in the lavatory you do your makeup and spray your favorite fragrance and rub lotion all over your body.

Finally you open your gift box from Austin and put on your lingerie. It practically glides onto you the lace is so fine. You look up in the mirror and instantly feel seductive.

You see your pussy and nipples through the silk so sheer against your skin. You trail your hands on your curves. You look incredibly sexy and you smile to yourself, Austin’s going to defile you immediately.

You hear the front door lock beep and whiz open filling you with excitement. You are unsure how to greet Austin quickly grabbing a robe and tying it tight to make the lingerie a surprise reveal later.

You emerge from the bathroom hearing his voice coming from the living room “ Baby did you get everything? Look at all these bags !” You hear him laugh. You peek shyly from the bedroom biting your pointer finger in your mouth cutely like buying all the items was a mistake.

He beams at you and you rush into his embrace. He smells crazy, like a mix of city air, his cologne, and light sweat. He looks exhausted. You hang your arms around his neck and stare at him in gratuity “Thank you baby , for all of this. I love it” he grins so big he can’t make it stop. “Let me shower I want to spoil you some more” he says staring in your eyes with a hint of naughtiness. You let him go and begin to move your bags under the entry way table to put away later. You completely dropped them where you stood when you saw the rose petals.

Once Austin is out of the shower fresh and comfortable in black boxers he calls to you. When you come to the bedroom he’s waiting at the closet grinning , it completely slipped your mind he had another surprise to give you.

“Did you peek?” He asks as his fingers release the ribbin. He grabs ahold of the handles making you wait in suspense until he hears your answer. “No of course not “ you out right admit.

He pulls open the doors. The entire floor of the walk in closet is covered in rose petals. You cover your mouth in disbelief. ”Austin this is too much” you say without thinking. He grabs your hand pulling you in. At the center sitting on top of the jewelry station is a large bouquet of crimson red roses as he pulls you closer to stand in front of them you see a red Cartier box resting on top. Your heart flutters wildly.

For a split second you think he’s going to propose but the box is bigger. He smirks watching you try to figure out what’s inside. He takes the box in his hands and presses the clasps to release the lid and unfold the panels.

It’s a pendant similar to his dainty chain with a diamond in the middle. Its so radiant the clarity sparkles flashing brilliantly in its case completely mesmerizing you. He sets the case down on the jewelry station and pulls the pendant out.

You turn to face one of several full length mirrors and finally reveal your surprise from him. You untie the robe and let it fall to the floor. Austin stares at you in the lingerie dumbstruck “Fuck baby…” he says low and husky staring at you as his mind wanders to fucking you until you’re screaming in satisfaction.

You pull your hair over one shoulder smiling at him to remind him of his task. He regains his focus and stands behind you unclasping the pendant and bringing it around to rest on in your chest before clasping it back shut.

He watches as you study yourself. You smell so good, you look incredible, and your body is covered in his gifts. His boxers are tenting with the massive erection he has for you.

Your breaths increase and your lips part admiring the reflection of how absolutely beautiful and stunning you look in the expensive lace lingerie and Cartier pendant. “Do you like it?” He asks as you lock eyes in the reflection.

You turn to embrace him kissing his lips, the real thing you want. He smiles against your lips knowing you like the gifts, until you kiss him so heavily he becomes aroused. He picks you up wrapping your legs around him and brings you to stand at the foot of the bed.

As expensive as the lingerie is he wants it off he wants to touch and see all of your skin. He slips his hands under you bra straps pulling them down reaching around you to unclasp it letting it fall to the floor.

He leans in and cups both breasts with his hands letting out a groan, they are so soft. He massages one and gently sucks onto the other flicking his tongue around the nipple inside of his mouth. He pulls his face back and laps at one nipple and then the other until a moan escapes your lips as you feel the wetness pool in your panties. He continues to lick and suck the buds one at a time until he drives you over the edge.

He looks up into your blown out pupils. You are panting in desperation to be filled with his cock, but not before he gets his present first. He lays you down and settles between your legs placing his hand across your stomach. He trails kisses down your navel to your panties.

He runs his hand up to your knee and back down your thigh between your legs. He hooks his thumbs into the delicate lace and slides your panties to your knees. “Look at this beautiful gift I get to unwrap“ he says mesmerized staring between your legs.

He pulls your panties all the way off and gazes in lust at your slick wet folds warm and ready for him. Once he settles back between your legs he places a kiss your inner thigh “Mine” he says peering up at you with a devious grin, you giggle at his possessiveness.

The sudden touch of his soft tongue between your folds ignites you. He eats you softly and delicately taking his time on you. It makes your heart beat so wildly you feel like it will burst. You look at his soft blonde locks and his angelic face. His are eyes closed as he devours you like his dessert.

You place your hand in his hair giving a gentle tug as you moan. You want him to know how much you enjoy the feel of his soft lips and tongue giving you so much satisfaction. He moans into you and your thighs tense from the pleasurable sensation. He does a few final licks and tilts his face up smiling at you. Your body is completely relaxed and ready for him.

He lifts you from the bed to standing and plants a kiss on your lips. As you stand in place he slips a black blind fold tucked in his waistband up to your face and ties it tightly to your eyes.

He waves his hand in front of your face checking if you can see. When you don’t react he grins.

He turns off all of the lights in the room before pulling open the black out curtains flooding the room with glowing moonlight. He strips out of his boxers.

He takes your hands leading you across the room then he stops pressing you forward against a glass window. It’s so cold you gasp as your nipples react becoming harder. He stands directly behind you holding tight to your waist line. His soft lips never leave your neck trailing kisses down.

His hands massage along your waist down to your hips. He slips one hand between your thighs grabbing a handful of your sex. You let out a breath as he squeezes a handful of your pussy and kisses the shell of your ear. The way he’s breathing and pressing his naked erection against you makes your clit swell lusting for him so badly.

He can’t hold back either feeling his cock pulse against you. He widens his stance and rubs his hard cock on your wet pussy. A jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine as you let out a soft moan. He places one hand gently around the front of your throat the other he has on the base of his cock holding it steady.

He gently pulls you back by your throat lining his cock to your entrance to make you empale yourself on him. Chills expand across your body as you feel his tip pierce through your entrance. He pushes his hard cock through your soft walls making you clench on him and gasp as he pulls you flush to his body.

Another pleasurable moan escapes your lips once he’s fully inside. He caresses your throat as he kisses your temple on the silk blind fold. He pulls his hips back sliding his cock all the way out to the tip.

His hands grip your neck tighter as he shoves himself fully inside rocking your body against the window. You begin to moan uncontrollably as he gyrates into you.

He thrusts you harder into the window your tits pressing against it each time. It makes you so aroused that he is manhandling you. He increases his speed grunting each time he pounds between your legs.

Your core is pulled tight as a spark of pleasure ignites inside. You cry out his name in a desperate moan. “Are you gonna cum?” He breaths against your ear” “Yes Austin I’m so close“ you admit as chills cover your entire body.

Once you clench around his cock his hand releases the blind fold from your eyes and you see the the Eiffel Tower glittering radiantly against the black night sky.

“Uuuhhh Austin !” is all you can cry out as you orgasm. Waves of euphoria crash into your body at your peak of pleasure and he holds you firmer as you come down in bliss.

He gently gathers a hand full of your hair and sensually tilts your head back exposing more of your neck. He kisses your most vulnerable spot as he charges to release inside of you. He presses his thighs against the backs of yours and works his his strongest thrusts into you. He’s so powerful you begin going listless ready to cum again.

He wraps his strong arm around your chest to hold you in place against him as you orgasm a second time. He’s grunting heavily in your ear driving you insane. You love that sound so much when he’s about to release in you.

His grunts turn into deep moans. You feel his cock thump wildly inside of you as he orgasms spilling his thick cum into you. It fills you with so much warmth you both moan in unison.

His thrusts slow to a stop and he just breaths in your ear as you both come down. He places his hands on your lower back and carefully pulls all the way out. He rests his head against yours and wraps you in his arms.

“Austin it’s so pretty” you say staring at the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower. “I was looking at you the entire time” he says with a loving smile. He tucks your hair behind your ear placing his face next to yours to share the view “Happy Anniversary baby, I love you” he says gently in your ear where he plants a kiss. “Happy Anniversary I love you too Austin” you say endearingly. A smile forms on your lips remembering the wine.“I haven’t even given you your gift yet” you say coyly. He looks down at his cock “I could go again” he says absentmindedly.

You giggle turning in his arms staring up at him “Austin I have a vintage bottle of Chateau Margaux for you” he smiles at you face blushing in embarrassment, sex with you is always on his mind. ”Thank you, I can’t wait to try it“ he says bashfully.

You play into his wishes. “I definitely want to give you another gift after we drink it though” You admit staring at him seductively. He smiles pulling you into a kiss. “Lets get drunk and do it all over again” he says excitedly. You smile and bite your lip you are absolutely drunk in love with him and would happily do it all over again with him indefinitely.

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i’m here dw <3 i’ve been thinking of the idea of him fucking you and interrogating you hehe. “you wanna cum? you better answer my fuckin’ questions first.” taking total and complete control over you when you’re being difficult is sooooo 💫🫶🏻 He -han

Mr. Tillman loves him some bondage. 🥵

Also… I’m sorry that this took on a mind of its own, and I gave some Headcanons/backstory, that we don’t have yet. I do know Roy is most likely Gator’s dad, because his name is listed as Roy Tillman, so I’m assuming? 😭

Warnings: Language, bondage, edging, possessive Gator, vaginal sex, and use of a sex toy!

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If you told yourself that you never thought about what Gator would, or could do to you with the plethora of binds he kept on him (or in that rust bucket he called a pick-up) — you’d be the biggest liar in the whole entire Midwest. Asking didn’t seem like an option to you, and you weren’t sure if Gator would a) use those specific things on you, or b) think you could handle them. You weren’t the type of girl that he usually took home to bed and be rid of. When you started sleeping together it surprised everyone in town, because let’s face it, word travels when a Tillman is involved in even a spill on aisle twelve. The whispers were more aimed at you, the quiet little mouse that ran the town’s one and only library, and resided on the edge of poverty.

Your grandparent’s lived and died in a trailer, and your dad left with his high-school sweetheart. Your mom had scurried out of town and went further into the country, residing on a farm with her flavor of the last few years. You’d known the Tillman’s since you were born, school mates with Gator, your grandfather working for the city with Roy’s father. It was a weird cycle, things often happening that you didn’t want involved in. So you opted to stay in town in your upstairs studio — charmed by it’s exposed pipes and original hardwood floors — rough, but yours.

Your work was a flight of stairs and down the street — away. You’d pass your favorite diner and the station, both of which Gator always routined in the morning, similar to your own schedule. More often than not, you’d see him clambering from his merlot colored 1948 Ford pickup. He never shut up about restoring the thing, much to Roy’s constant dismay.

“Buy a new one, boy. Waste of time.”

Gator added that to his many blissful defiances towards his father. Ones that could be overlooked. He knew better than to tow the line on the bigger things, even if he was ‘Sheriff’. Still, Gator Tillman did whatever job he was presented with, and he did it well. It followed on the spurs of a roughened elegance, like a soft spicy cologne, the leather of his combat boots, that thick gel he laid his chestnut tresses back with, or the beard burns he decorated along your thighs.

The morning that started it all, is when you’d had some continuous issues with idiot kids breaking into the return box and busting it into dents. Was it a big deal? Not really. But you weren’t about to lose your shitty minimum wage job for childish theatrics, all because your manager was a tight wad, and the town hall was in Roy’s back pocket, unwilling to let funds go for things that weren’t firearms. You hadn’t unlocked the box for returns, and you heard the kids throwing rocks, ramming it with the tires of their bikes —sheer boredom on a summer morning.

Gator was already out there, leaned over the top of a neon green set of handlebars, palm clasped on the pre-teen’s shoulder, shaking his head. The kid was pale, holding up his hands in apology, and turning towards you with glossy eyes. A quiet ‘M’ sorry, M’am.” Had tumbled off his lips. If they hadn’t continuously caused so much damage, you would’ve felt bad for him.

As he rode off into that crisp morning air, you’d turned, only to find the sun illuminating Gator’s enriching chocolate eyes, irises scattered with shards of mossy green and embers of golden flecks, his caramel colored hair slicked back until it looked darker than its natural shade — shining, freckles splattered all over his face and neck, a glimpse of his gold chain peeking out from his navy blue t-shirt, his vest tossed over his loose jean jacket, with his look completed by his thigh holster and weapon — strapped to his gray and black camouflage cargo pants. He drank in your reaction like a man dying of thirst. And the rest became one for the small town history books.

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“Gator, just… fucking… PLEASE —“

A hand that is tainted with the musk of your own arousal, it lays flat over your mouth, his chain dipping between the valley of your perspired-drenched breasts, a brutal thrust delivered. His stubble formed beard, it scratches at your earlobe, his lips whispering out in a tone of mocking. “Didn’t I tell you not to talk unless you have answers for me?”

You mumble against his hand and he reaches back over with a free set of digits, snatching your wand off the table and pressing it back onto your clit. “What’s that, sweetheart? Was that a confession or another mouthy mistake?”

Tears soak your lash line, your cunt dousing him with new waves of cream each time he gives another push. He smirks, eyes blown and receptive, features a lit with mirth. He loves you not giving it up as much as he’s giving it to you. This… interrogation became more than his jealousy. A fun little game that he knew would also test his sanity not to claim you outwardly.

His spit-slick hand leaves your mouth, the vibrator being pulled off as you start to buck into his pelvis. You whine loudly, panting, his hand slapping above up into your bed frame, caging you in beside your cuffed wrists. You’re dripping down his balls and your ass, out of your fucking mind with raw need. You’ll say anything he wants, at this point. His calloused thumb-pad hovers over your clit, lips puffing out another questioning demand. “I asked you who he was and why he thought it was okay to act like your little hero, huh? He sniffin’ around you, wanting to hike up his leg for a piece of territory?”

“I need you, Gator! I want —“

His thumb grazes your clit and presses down… hard, leaving a painful ache snapping inside of your belly, but not enough to give you what you need, simply just encourage its flames. You tighten around him and he pulls out some, shaking his head. “Don’t care what you want. He’s playin’ on my turf, with my bitch. And she’s already been claimed.”

You attempt to twist your hips, but he rises onto his knees, hairy thighs pressed into the underside of your own. He’s in your face again, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “You wanna cum? You better answer my fuckin’ questions first!”

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Unconditionally Epilogue (pt 1)

Anakin X Reader

a/n: UNCONDITIONALLY IS BACK FOR A FINAL GOODBYE!! this fic really means a lot to me and i wanted to end it out with an epilogue, so here is said epilogue!! (i always said i’d get to it, didn’t i? hehe) this one has a bit of fanservice lolll, I had to incorperate the og trilogy somewhere!

10 years later...

Warnings: cursing, kids?

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The sun was hot as you walked from your car into the bakery; today was the twins' birthday and you were going in to fetch their cake.

As you walked across the warm asphalt you offered your hand behind you, in no time a smaller hand grabbed yours and you smiled.

Your daughter returned the expression, “Hi, Mommy!”.

“Hi baby” you smiled back.

Five years ago, your and Anakin’s first daughter together was born, Rey; she was an unexpected surprise that came right as you finished med school.

You had her in the winter before you started your residency at the city’s biggest hospital. 

The twins were 12 when Rey was born and were beyond excited for the new addition. They spent most of their free time playing with her and Leia would even teach her new concepts she learned in school (not that Rey remembered any of that). 

Your daughter looked alot like you, but she definitely had some signature skywalker traits; her thick luscious hair, her high cheekbones, and her beautiful eyes.

You absolutely adored her.

When you told Anakin the news all those years ago, he could hardly believe his ears; he didn’t think that he would have the opportunity to be a new father again, but he was ecstatic. 

Throughout the pregnancy he would kiss your belly and run over your bump with his own arms, rather than the stiff prosthetics; he told you it was because he didn’t want to disturb the baby with the more harsh motions he made with them on. 

Around that time he was just returning to work again and came home exhausted from all of the walking and meticulous tasks, yet he would still make sure you were as comfortable as you could be before he would relax for the night. 

He was so thoughtful. 

As for Anakin himself, he had his good days and his bad days, but as the years passed his good days began to outweigh the bad ones. His body had gotten accustomed to his prosthetics and he was able to go a whole day with them on without too much discomfort. 

He got himself back to a healthy weight and even started working out again; his routine was much different than what it used to be, but with the help of some specially designed prosthetics he was able to go to the gym with little to no trouble. 

Nowadays his biceps and triceps were particularly defined- some of the new devices allowed him to hold weights and even hold his weight on the pull-up bar. He also got some running blades and tried to make it to the track at least once a week. 

He still had bouts of phantom pains, but those only really came after long periods of wearing his limbs or when he would get stressed. 

His lungs also got significantly better over time with multiple treatments in the earlier years; now they only gave him trouble in winter when the air got thin and crisp. 

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“Mommy, which cake are we getting for Lukey and Sissy?” Rey asked as she surveyed the assortments of colored cakes in the glass display case. 

“The baker made their’s specially, so we just have to pick it up” you smiled as you waited for a worker to assist you. 

Today was Luke and Leia’s 18th birthday and were planning a big party. When the twins got into highschool they both made a plethora of friends, so since it was their birthday and so close to school being back in session they decided to have an end of summer and birthday party. 

It took a while to get the date sorted out because you and Anakin had your 10th anniversary vacation planned for around this time since last year.

You decided that you would celebrate the twin’s birthday with the family and close friends then they could have their party later in the week when you and Anakin were gone. 

Maybe it seemed irresponsible to leave two newly 18 year olds to an empty house as you went across the country for a weekend, but you and Anakin trusted the kids, they were responsible and with Leia around, nothing would get too crazy. She grew up to be just as mature as you always figured she would. 

Finally an attendant came up to help you and gave you the cake box in no time. 

“Alright baby, let's go home” you said to your daughter who trailed behind you with an sweet smile on her face. 

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Across town, Anakin sat in his office going through documents on his large touch screen computer. 

It was a really good thing for him to be able to go back. The office celebrated his return with a nice cocktail party downtown (very fitting for the prestige of his company). 

Even though you had been with him for a decade, you still weren't quite sure what his business did, you just knew it was very successful (obviously with the income he made).

He and Ben tried to educate you countless times, but you were never a big economics or business girly. 

“I think I’ll just stick to my medical knowledge and leave the economy to you guys” you jokingly told him and Ben. 

Anakin’s return was pretty seamless, he never lost the momentum he once had at work. He hated pity and sympathy more than anything so he made sure to let his work speak for his capabilities. And after only a month and a half back he brought the company's stock up 17%; safe to say no one was questioning his capabilities after that. 

Today was no different, he was on a grind to get extra work done so that he wouldn’t be behind after coming back from the vacation. 

His office was pretty tricked out with innovative tech to help him do things easier. First off, everything was digitized since he didn’t have the dexterity to sift through stacks of papers. Everything was touchscreen for his convenience as well (he wore one of those touchscreen gloves at work). 

The doorway to his suite was expanded so he could go in and out easier on days that he needed his wheelchair.

He also had a bigger office so that he could bring R2; he even had a little treat jar for him. 

Anakin leaned back in his chair and stretched. 

“Almost done Artoo, then we’ll go back home, alright?” he promised, petting the dog beside him. 

After another 30 minutes Anakin was finally finished; he gathered up some of his stuff and put on his work backpack and suit coat. He grabbed R2’s  leash and hooked it on to his “service dog” vest before heading for the door. 

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“Leia, who are you all inviting to the party?” Luke asked from the kitchen. 

“I don’t know? Probably some of my friends from model UN and maybe a few from debate club” she shouted back from the couch. 

She turned to the guy she was leaning on, “you’re definitely coming to the party”.

He made a face, “no, actually I’m not coming and I never wanna see you again”.

“That's fine” she said nonchalantly and turned the other way. 

“Let's see how you function without me,” she smiled to herself. 

“You’re right, what would I do without you? How would I take care of Chewie on my own? The horror… the Horror!” he cried dramatically. 

She giggled and cuddled further into him, “You’re so stupid, Han”.

“Right back atcha sweetheart” he winked before kissing her gently. 

Han Solo was Leia’s long term boyfriend; they started talking in middle school but Anakin didn’t want her to date until sophomore year of high school and even then he didn’t want her to date, but you convinced him to loosen up (Leia was insanely grateful). 

The two of them met after they were assigned to a project in physics class; Leia hated physics and just wanted to be in her gov and econ class that was next period, but she was stuck here with a sarcastic lab partner.

She was annoyed, thinking she would have to do all of the work for their labs but he surprised her; one lab required a long list of calculations so they split them down the middle and Han finished all three of his before Leia had even gotten to the second one. 

“You’re not the only one with brains here,” he said.

“B-but-”

“I know I look as dumb as a bag of rocks, but I sure know my numbers”.

From then on, she was hooked. 

Han had an outward impression of a kind of trouble maker, but he was one of the most genuine kids out there. He was very polite the first time everyone met him and even helped Leia choose a birthday gift for you. He was about a year and a half older than the twins, but had taken a gap year to work.

Leia was really really into him; she would come ask for advice on how to keep the relationship healthy and how to be a great girlfriend. It was cute. 

Han also had an absolutely massive dog named Chewie who was a big sweetheart; he had long brown fur and was always smiling with his tongue out.

Often Han would bring Chewie over to the house because he got along really well with Artoo; they spent many afternoons playing in the backyard while everyone else did their own things. 

As for your kids (when the twins were twelve, you legally adopted them), they turned out to be wonderful people with amazing goals; you and Anakin were beyond proud of them. 

Leia was academically focused and even solidified the spot as the class valedictorian. She joined the debate club and model UN- a natural leader and you and Anakin were beyond proud of the young woman she turned out to be (afterall, you had been raising her for most of her life at this point).

You and her bonded over your shared love for learning and not long after you and Anakin were wed, she started calling you “mom”. 

Unlike her brother, Leia was content spending the weekend at the house just reading books and watching random dramas (not to say she didn’t like a good party); she just didn’t need the typical teenage activities to have fun. 

Luke on the other hand was more entertained by his friends and enjoyed doing typically teenage things. Most weekends he would hang out with his buddies at whoever was hosting’s house; mainly they played video games, watched tv, or just did other random shenanigans. 

He got really into mechanics and welding early on in highschool, so you had him enrolled in a certification program. He now worked at a car shop after school and absolutely loved it. He even had a little crush on one of his co-workers who attended a college nearby (that would have to wait until a bit later). 

On occasion you would smell the nostalgic smell of weed on his jacket as he breezed by to head up to his room; most of the time you would shake your head with a smile, remembering those days. 

But of course you gave him the typical “be smart and safe” talk, but he needed to learn his limits himself, when did telling kids they weren't allowed to smoke ever stop them…?

Exactly.

The age gap between you and the twins never really crossed your mind when they were younger, but since they were growing up and puberty hit them and their friends you noticed some things. Luke’s friends would spend more time asking you how your day had been and their curious eyes lingered longer. 

You really were only about 15 years older than then but apparently they thought you were a milf- you only enjoyed their juvenile attention when Anakin was around (you liked to see him get annoyed by their terrible flirting). 

Often he would walk up and place his mechanical hands on your waist or grip your hip as he came up to “tell you something important”; usually it was just him whispering naughty things into your ear. 

His jealousy was endearing- both of you knew these kids were just sorting out their hormones and that they didn’t stand a chance- but he still felt the primal need to show them that you were his. 

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You pulled into the long driveway of your house and helped Rey out of her carseat before grabbing the cake box from the passenger seat.

Your daughter excitedly ran into the house to find her beloved siblings, which made you smile . 

Soon enough, you saw Anakin’s car pulling in beside yours; you always loved when your schedules would align. You set the cake back down and went over to his door to greet him. 

“Hey, darling. How was your day?” he asked with a tired smile as he opened his arms for a hug. 

“It was pretty good, I’m ready for this vacation though” you smiled into his chest. 

You felt the familiar stiffness of his mechanical hand cradling your waist, “yea, me too” he said, kissing the top of yoru head. 

“Shall we?” he asked, motioning towards the house. 

“We shall” you agreed, picking up the cake once more. 

He turned off his car and Artoo hopped out of the passenger seat; the fluffy dog came over to greet you with a wagging tail and a smile. 

“Hey buddy!” you smiled as he rubbed against your leg. 

Once you set the cake down on the counter, your sleek cream colored cat came sauntering from your bedroom; happily you picked him up and kissed his head. 

“Hello, 3PO” you exclaimed and he meowed back. 

After Anakin had R2 for a couple months, you realized how much you wanted a pet of your own; you always really liked cats and thought that it would be better to have a cat than two dogs with all of the other responsibilities you already had at the house. 

You continued the tradition of naming the pets after your liscence plates; 3PO was the last digits of the car you had when you first started working for Anakin. 

3PO was a very loving kitten, he often curled up in your lap or on your chest at night. At first, Anakin wasn’t a big fan of him- he didn’t really like cats- but as the years went on 3PO grew on him (just like you did). 

Now adays 3PO almost acted as an emotional support pet while R2 carried out the duties of a service animal. 

Either way, you were just glad that he finally approved. 

Anakin walked into the kitchen with a slight limp. 

“Are you alright, Ani?” you asked, helping steady him at the counter. 

“Yeah, my right leg is just giving me trouble today. I think I might have gone too hard at the gym” he said.

“Alright” you said, before tilting your head up for a kiss. 

He brushed your hair out of your face and smiled, “Nothing to worry about, Angel”. 

Afterwards he granted you the kiss you were waiting for; even after all of these years he still gave you butterflies. 

***

a/n: so i made ur kid Rey since shes "an honorary skywalker" in the sequels and in this universe, she's luke and leia's halfsister (technically. even though she sees them as her real siblings). this was a lot of background and hopefully it wasn’t too muddled!, i really just wanted to write this for funsies :)) i hope you all enjoyed though!! there will b one more part!!

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[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Random pokemon episodes i got to watch as a kid bc my neighbor had them on VHS and i still vaguely remember them

1.) kid gets lost is adopted by those dino kangaroo pokemon and then his family finds him and ends up in the kangaroo pouch too. found family!!!

2.) this rock is HAUNTED! and STRAIGHT!!! team ash brock misty and the rockets (buy our talismans!) go to a festival (buy our talismans!) near a rock overlooking the sea (buy our talismans!) that has a shrine dedicated to the girl who supposedly (buy our talismans!) turned into the rock while waiting for her lover to (buy our talismans!) return and now she's a GHOST (buy our talismans!) and brock and james get seduced by her (buy our talismans!) but not ash bc he's like 10 and not misty or jessie bc (buy our talismans!) the gastly pretending to be the maiden is sticking to her character traits (buy our talismans) of being straight while using her story (buy our talismans!) to get tourists to buy it's anti-ghost talismans, which the real ghost doesn't mind at all bc they are besties (buy our

3.) ponyta is so cool and rapidash is EVEN COOLER ash tries not to get burned to a crisp alive while riding them during a race

4.) jessie and james pretend our heroes just won a lottery by being the number whatever people to enter a city, james is in drag for this of course, they capture our heroes, get ignored by them via security cameras, and pikachu hurts them. there was probably more to the episode than that but i can't remember what

5.) this is mankey. he likes "jelly donuts" and ash's hat, which ash sent in like a million postcards to win. this is primeape. primeape is gonna kick your ass forever

6.) uhhhh abracadabra this girl is turning people in to dolls, also she's not real, also we need a ghost pokemon for this, also suddenly i feel like im in an indiana jones movie. also. "it's a STAR~" "ARGH!!"

7.) let's go get some ghost pokemon! Ash and Pikachu are dead now. let's cry over their bodies a bit. no wait. they're back

8.) butterfree goes free and im crying, im crying into the sunset as my tears glint in the last light of the sun and our friendship i just found out about bc im not watching this show in order. the music in this scene is very of it's time and also it's killing me, it's ripping my heart out. is the pink butterfee a shiny or just Girl? there are too many air balloons here. brock ships the pokemon

9.) we're back at the girl who makes people into dolls and it turns out she just needed to lighten up and laugh at bit. I think there's a fairytale about that. anyway, congrats on freeing this place from cosmic horrors or whatever, ash has a new badge which is all we care about. on to the next gym!

10.) get in the pokeball psyduck. stop having headaches psyduck. psyduck sucks. psyduck uses ELDRICH BLAST. misty loves her psyduck and wouldn't trade it for the world (now it can do murder) also i think there was some really weird architecture in this one

11.) can we all be nice to ditto....? can we all PLEASSE be nice to ditto and their eternal ._. face they are TRYING THEIR BEST!!!!!

#pokemon anime my beloved #i hardly new ye and YET

[valdomarx]

Roy had it all planned out: he was going to spend six weeks in a beautiful villa in Marbella with his gorgeous girlfriend and it was going to be relaxing and cultured and oh so romantic.

But life is capricious and fate is cruel, so instead he found himself dumped by his girlfriend and in a beautiful villa in Marbella on a romantic getaway with Jamie fucking Tartt.

Keeley had been very kind and as gentle about ending things as she could be, but Roy knew the signs of someone progressing out of his league. He’d saved her the discomfort of a protracted fizzle out by being the one to say the words, but he was pretty sure that she would soon be moving on to better things and he would not.

She had insisted — like, really insisted — that he take this holiday though, and because this was fucking Richmond AFC and it was packed to the rafters with gossipy old women, rumours were spreading within hours that his relationship was on the rocks and was he going on holiday on his own.

He would have been annoyed about that, would have preferred to lick his wounds in private, but the day he arrived in Marbella an entire entourage had turned up at his door. Half the team was there, bustling into his rented villa with cans of cheap beer and bags of crisps and bottles of sunscreen, and by the time the doorbell stopped ringing his living room was crammed with cheery, excited lads, and perhaps it was actually kind of sweet.

They’d spent three weeks swimming in the sea and eating tapas, staying out too late at fancy bars and dancing like idiots at expensive clubs. Sam had taught them all to windsurf — a man of hidden talents, that one — and Isaac enthusiastically organised games of beach volleyball. Dani nominated himself head chef for the holiday, and Jan Maas was in charge of carrying home anyone who fell down on their longer nights out.

It was, to Roy’s frank astonishment, really rather fun, and certainly better than moping alone.

And thank fuck, not once did anyone mention Keeley or ask him to talk about his fucking feelings.

Soon the three weeks had been up, and it was time for the team to return home. But for some unknown fucking reason, Jamie had decided that he was staying. No arguments or recriminations or any amount of yelling would move him. He’d simply planted himself on Roy’s sofa and announced that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Some fucking misguided sense of loyalty or some shit. Roy should never have hugged the prick at the end of the season.

(Nah, he couldn’t regret that. He did get them promoted. But why the fuck Jamie thought he had to stay now, Roy couldn’t say.)

-

So they’d settled into… something. The first few days Roy lazed about on the balcony overlooking the sea, and Jamie mostly read (who knew he could read?) and stayed out of his way. They ate dinner together at cosy, casual restaurants, and it was… okay. It was fine.

Jamie would get up early to go for a run before the day got too hot, and Roy would get up late and make coffee for them both. Jamie would pick up pastries from the bakery on the way home, then they’d share breakfast and talk about their plans for the day and Roy didn’t hate it.

It felt like a respite, like they were extracted into a bubble of sunshine, pausing for a while while the world spun on without them.

Jamie arrived back from his run one morning literally bouncing with excitement. “I took this new route, right, and I saw these sculptures in town, right? And they’re by Salvador fucking Dalí! The absolute legend. How cool is that? We gotta go visit em!”

As Jamie bounced off to shower, Roy very quickly googled Salvador Dalí and saw a lot of chat about surrealism and impressionism and some other arty shit he didn’t understand. When Jamie came back he nodded sagely like of course he knew who Dalí was, and was just surprised that Jamie did too.

They went and looked at the statues. They certainly were, uhh, shaped.

Then they walked around the rest of the city, and all day long Jamie babbled out facts about Marbella and Dalí like he’d swallowed a fucking guide book. Roy mostly tuned it out. It was hard to maintain his distant, grouchy air though, when Jamie was so enthused. Like he was having the time of his life, as if there were literally no place on Earth he’d rather be and no person he’d rather be regaling with the full artistic history of Spain.

It was fucking weird, is what it was. And weirder still, Roy found himself almost enjoying it.

That night, Roy declared he’d had enough of eating out and he was going to cook dinner himself. Jamie sat and watched, wide-eyed, as Roy sliced vegetables and grilled some chicken, and Roy snarked at him for being a fucking child who didn’t know how to cook, and Jamie sassed him about being an old man preparing food for the whole retirement home.

They ate dinner together on the balcony, the last rays of the setting sun painting the sky and the salt tang of the sea in the air, and it wasn’t terrible.

-

During their last week in Marbella, Jamie told Roy he was considering a momentous and important decision and would need his support and understanding during this life-changing time.

Turned out he was getting a fucking haircut.

Roy had resolutely refused to listen to a moment’s more fretting about the various merits of warm versus cool toned shades and the importance of feathering to maintain volume and shape, and had kicked him out of the villa to go to the salon.

Jamie’s hair had grown out since the end of the season, flopping in soft curtains over his eyes. When he came back it was shot through with highlights, streaks of silvery brightness contrasting against the mousy brown beneath.

It looked… sun-kissed, was the expression. Like the warmth of Marbella had left its imprint on him, as if Jamie himself were brighter and lighter because of his time here.

“It’s very. Blonde.” Roy managed.

“It’s walnut mist, actually,” Jamie pouted.

“Whatever.”

-

Their last night in the villa arrived faster than Roy had anticipated. He was well rested and well fed, and the new season would be starting soon so they really did need to go home. Still, he found himself strangely disinclined to leave.

But time waits for no man, as nice as the pause had been.

Roy had expected Jamie would want to go out for their last night, to make it a big evening on the town. But he’d smiled softly and said, “Nah, fuck that, let’s stay in and cook, yeah?” instead, and that took Roy so much by surprise he didn’t realise Jamie had volunteered him to do the cooking until he was already chopping.

“Oi! Tartt!”

Jamie popped his head round the kitchen door.

“Get in here and help me chop these veg.”

Jamie did as he was told, and while he had seemingly no knowledge of cooking whatsoever — how was it possible that a grown man didn’t know how to chop a carrot? — he did follow instructions well.

Roy put on some music, and they opened a bottle of wine, and between them they pulled together a decent meal out of whatever was left in the fridge.

They ate on the balcony again, the stars gleaming overhead in the clear night sky.

At some point Roy asked, offhand, what Jamie had been reading, and Jamie got very excited and told him all about this book Ted had given him. Roy was treated to an in-depth analysis of The Beautiful and the Damned, and how it seemed at first that it was all about banging parties and beautiful women and having fun, yeah? But then, like, it all goes to shit? Because this guy thought he was living it up and having the best time but actually he was being selfish and it was making him miserable, right? Because, like, money and glamour and all that shit ain’t actually what it’s about, is it? That ain’t what makes life worthwhile?

Roy sipped his wine and hid a smile. Ted really did have a way with people, the fucker.

“It was well good.”Jamie beamed in conclusion. “What about you, though? You doing alright? About… About Keeley and everything?”

The question caught Roy off guard. He’d been actively trying to dodge his feelings about the breakup, but if anyone could understand what it was like to be dumped by Keeley, it was Jamie.

He sighed. “It’s rough, innit?”

Jamie tipped his glass. “That it is.”

“I think I knew it was gonna happen, though. She’s amazing, don’t get me wrong, but I dunno if we really fit together any more. She was busy with work, and I was just hanging on, you know?” It was easier that he’d have thought, talking to Jamie about this stuff. “It was probably for the best.”

Jamie nodded contemplatively. “You’ll be alright. You’ll find someone you do fit with.” He glanced up for a moment, meeting Roy’s gaze, then quickly looked away.

Roy allowed himself a moment of wistfulness. “That’d be nice.”

“Who could resist the charms of Roy Kent? He’s a grouchy old fuck but he cooks a decent meal.”

“Fuck off,” Roy laughed, the ease of it sloughing the sadness off him.

“He swears a lot but he’s got a heart of gold.”

“Do I fuck, I’m dark and complex.”

“Ha! You’re a fucking teddy bear, mate, you can't hide it from me.”

“Only cause you’re a nosy wanker.”

Jamie grinned, bright and warm, eyes sparkling, and Roy let himself bask in it.

“Have you had fun though? On holiday?” Jamie’s voice was light, but he was biting his lip, a hint of nervous excitement about him.

Roy smiled in spite of himself. It had been ridiculous, and messy, and childish, and delightful. Yeah, it had been fun.

He raised his glass. "It's been…" he flicked a half smile, "memorable."

Jamie clinked their glasses together, looking at Roy a bit too intensely.

His voice dropped low and husky, and it pinged something deep in Roy's hindbrain. "We could make it more memorable."

They stared at each for a second, Roy's arm frozen halfway to taking a drink. The sound of the waves crashed in the background.

This was a bad idea. This was a bad idea.

"Fuck it, yeah, alright."

Roy shoved the dining table aside and Jamie pounced on him, pushing him back against his seat to straddle him.

Jamie was heavy, his thick muscular thighs pressing Roy in place, grinding their hips together with tempting friction.

He licked his lips and Roy wondered for one strange moment if Jamie was going to kiss him, but instead he buried his face in Roy's neck, teeth dragging along the sensitive skin there. His hands roamed over Roy's shirt, up under the waistband and over the now padded planes of his stomach.

Roy had gone from nought to one hundred in seconds, and his cock was hard between them. Jamie didn't waste time, just went straight for his belt with a focused determination that reminded Roy of him preparing to take a penalty.

He got on his knees so gladly.

"Mmm. Good lad," Roy said, and Jamie shivered. Roy unzipped his trousers and held out his cock like an offering, letting Jamie sink his mouth around it and enveloping him in wet heat.

He looked good between Roy's legs, forehead creased in concentration, eyes slipping shut, luscious lips stretched around Roy's cock and throat working hard.

Roy put his hands in Jamie's hair (softer now, his brain supplied, and sun-kissed). He ran his fingers through the stands, holding onto the back of Jamie's head and guiding him up and down on his cock.

Jamie took it well, letting Roy guide him for a few minutes before he did something with his tongue that made Roy tighten his grip on his hair, tugging at it, and Jamie moaned around his cock obscenely.

There was no rush this time, none of the frantic impatience of their last encounter. Jamie took his time, warming Roy up slowly, every moment deliberate, almost like he was savouring it. The daylight had faded and soft light from inside spilled across Jamie’s face, throwing it half into shadow.

Roy felt soft and molten, full of good food and warmed by weeks of sunshine and satisfied by Jamie and his goddamn miracle of a tongue.

“That’s good,” he growled. “That’s fucking good.”

Jamie moaned around him, a blush forming on his cheeks, and it said something about Jamie that sucking dick didn’t make him blush but a bit of praise fucking did.

Roy sighed, and decided he was feeling generous.

“You’re doing so well, sucking my cock. Your mouth feels fucking great.”

Jamie squirmed some more and took Roy deeper, the bit of positive reinforcement only gearing him up to try even harder at what he was doing. Roy got the feeling that was going to be a pattern with Jamie.

“You like that, don’t you? I fucking like it too.” Jamie’s eyes had that glazed-over, pleasure-drunk look that Roy was really starting to enjoy. “Do that thing with your tongue again. You know how I want it.”

Jamie did, flattening his tongue against the underside of Roy’s dick and undulating it, and Roy’s hands closed instinctively around Jamie’s hair, holding him in place. Jamie did it again, and again, and each time the coil inside Roy wound tighter and tighter until he snapped and yanked Jamie’s head forward, fucking his mouth in hot, tight little bursts.

Light and heat and pleasure pinged the inside of his brain and he came with a groan, all the tension and worry of the past season sliding off him and leaving him boneless and satiated.

Jamie swallowed, taking every last drop, his eyes blissed out and rapturous like he was receiving a sacrament. Roy wondered for a moment what it would be like to haul Jamie into his lap and lick the taste of himself out of his mouth, salty and bitter with the combined taste of them both.

He had meant to reciprocate this time, he really had — he wasn't a total arsehole — but Jamie had pulled away and already had a hand shoved into his pants, working himself off.

Roy took in the view: Jamie's heaving chest, the beads of sweat at his temples, the way he was jerking himself hard and fast, the perfect o of his mouth as it fell open. Before he'd had his fill of looking, Jamie was coming in shaky bursts, eyes scrunched shut and breath ragged.

He collapsed against Roy's leg, and Roy stroked a gentle hand through his hair, petting him as his breath slowed.

The night was warm, and the breeze carried the scent of the sea, and Jamie's hair was like white sand running through his fingers.

#tfw you write the fic you wish to see in the world 😌 #roy x jamie #roy kent #jamie tartt #ted lasso #my writing

[arctrooper69]

The Things We Fight For - Chapter 3

Girls night with Omega doesn't quite go as planned.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, guys! Hopefully the next few chapters will come quicker!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Warnings: None? Sisterly bonding time with Omega?

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The blonde-haired girl in front of you bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, giving you a wide, toothy smile. You could feel the excitement emanating from her small body. "I've never had a girl's night before! This is gonna be so much fun!"

You smiled back, amused at her antics but the heavy feeling in your chest remained. Pull it together, y/n! You berated yourself silently. Omega deserves this. Don't make this all about yourself. Stop being so selfish.

A small hand grabbed yours, pulling you abruptly from your spiraling thoughts. Omega looked up at you with questioning eyes. "Are you okay?"

You squeezed her hand and grinned down at her. "I'm alright, kid. Just got distracted is all."

She hesitated for a fraction of a second, frowning. "If you say so..."

You nodded and smiled at her.

She returned the grin. "So what should we do first?"

"Well I was thinking we'd get something to eat first. I don't know about you but I'm starving!"

"Ooh yeah! Good idea. Can we get Mantell Mix!?" she asked hopefully, looking up at you with pleading brown eyes.

"Mantell Mix isn't food, silly." You chuckled. "Let's get some actual food and then we'll see about the Mantell Mix."

"I guessss...." Omega stuck her tounge out. "Hey after we eat, can we go see a holofilm?"

"Sure, kid. Echo left us quite a few credits. We can do whatever we want."

"Yes!" Omega pumped her fist in the air.

***

The air was crisp as the two of you stepped out of the theater. Omega hopped up on the curb and put her arms out to balance herself. "I can't believe he was the bad guy the whole time!" She exclaimed.

You smiled, greatful for the distraction. Maybe Hunter was right. You did feel better taking a break to do things that normal people did. It was nice to pretend that everything was okay.

A shadow caught your eye as you turned towards Omega. The uncomfortable feeling of a familiar presence drifted through you like a draft and you shivered. Around you the street lights began to flicker on as the sky became darker. You're just imaging things. It'd been a stressful day. Shaking off your unease, you turned back towards Omega who was still prattling on about the film.

"And did you notice that the shuttle they jumped out of was a V-19 Torrent?" She squinted and cocked her head as if thinking very hard about something. "At least I think that's what it was. Tech's still trying to teach me all about different kinds of starships and shuttles and all that."

You nodded. "You're very observant, aren't you."

Omega smiled. "That's what Hunter says."

You flagged down the nearest air taxi.

Hunter. The heavy feeling in your chest returned and you sighed, climbing into the speeder after Omega.

She yawned, resting her head on your shoulder. "It's okay to be sad sometimes, you know."

You looked down at her, resting your cheek on her head. "I know, kid."

The taxi pulled to a stop across the way from Cid's. It was dark now but the city lights bathed the street in a dim yellow glow. Omega grabbed your hand as you walked into the building adjacent to Cid's and climbed up the stairs to the small room you'd rented out. She yawned again, rubbing her eyes. Your eyes watered as you yawned as well.

"Let's get you ready for bed." You squeezed her hand. She nodded, clearly already feeling sleepy.

"You hit the fresher first while I make up the bed." You tousled her hair and she squirmed away with a giggle, heading into the fresher.

The bed was small, but it was much bigger and way more comfortable than your bunk on the Marauder. You sank down onto the blankets, suddenly feeling very exhausted. The shower turned on and you could hear music faintly playing from Omega's datapad. She took it everywhere with her - a habit she'd probably picked up from Tech.

You sighed shakily, the events of the past few weeks all started to pile up, overflowing the walls you'd desperately constructed. It made you feel heavier than ever. You couldn't shove the thoughts away anymore. The tears came hot and heavy as you collapsed, burying your face in the pillows as you sobbed.

***

The bed dipped slightly as a small body clamored up beside you. You gasped at the sudden interruption. How long had you been crying? Omega was in her pyjamas.

"Shh...it's okay." She soothed, running her fingers through your hair.

You sat up, wiping your eyes hastily. "I'm sorry." You sniffed.

Omega looked up at you; her big brown eyes were soft. How could someone so young hold so much compassion? She reached for your hand. "Don't be sorry. Everybody gets sad sometimes."

You shook your head. "You shouldn't have to see me like this."

Omega shrugged. "I don't mind."

You chuckled and squeezed her hand. This kid.

"It's more than just Crosshair, isn't it."

You didn't respond.

"You miss him, don't you?"

You nodded slowly wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "Yeah, kid. I miss him." You took a shuddering breath. "I miss him so much, but..."

Omega squeezed your hand. "But what?"

You shook your head. "I don't know"

"Is it Hunter?" She asked softly.

You scoffed. "Yeah no. I don't think so. Hunter thinks I'm useless. I'm a burden that's gonna end up getting myself or everyone else killed." You mimicked his voice for the last part.

Omega's eyes sparkled as she giggled. "That's not what I heard. I..."

CRASH. The deafening sound of shattering glass cut her off mid sentence.

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[hecatemoon87]

This story will eventually have smut. Minors DNI.

Chapter 4

Summer had come to an end in Chicago. And now the crisp air of autumn started to change the leaves from emerald green to brilliant shades of amber.

Johnny had helped Amelia move into her new apartment almost four weeks ago. They stayed in touch as friends, which was fine with Johnny. He could see she was coping with some pretty traumatic things and decided to focus on his biker club.

He even started having a little fling with one of the biker girls, though to him, it wasn't serious.

Amelia hadn't stopped by Sal's for some time. He wondered if she decided to keep her distance from the activity that caused her mother to physically abuse her.

Either way, he wanted to keep moving on with his life, but hoped Amelia would be okay.

However, one late afternoon, Amelia was suddenly there. Johnny was seated at his usual table, his biker girl sitting on his leg as he played cards. At first, he didn't look over, but once he glanced over and recognized it was her, his mouth went dry.

She was holding two boxes that looked like they were for taxes, and she was heading to the bar's back office. She made eye contact with Johnny and managed to give him a little wave and a smile before disappearing in the back.

Johnny quickly, but gently pushed the biker girl off his leg and stood up. Benny almost fell to the floor laughing, his other friends grinned like a bunch of jackels.

"Hey, what's the big deal?" The petite biker girl said, folding her arms and glaring at Johnny.

"Nothing for you to worry about," he said, adjusting his jacket and glancing in the mirror that shelved the hard liquor behind the bar. He made sure his hair was neat and sat back down at the table, sitting in a way that made the biker girl understand she was no longer welcome to sit on his lap.

After about thirty minutes or so, Amelia came back around the bar. Johnny waved her down and walked her out.

"I haven't seen you in a while. How you doing?" Johnny asked.

"Been busy with work, I got a promotion, so a lot more responsibilities. And also helping Uncle Sal prepare his taxes for next year."

"Congratulations. I'm glad you're doing well," Johnny said earnestly.

"So, um, who was that woman?" She asked, off handedly.

"Who?" Johnny said, not recalling the biker chick.

"The woman that was sitting on your lap?" Amelia said, laughing softly. She moved a lock of hair behind her ear, making Johnny weak in the knees.

"Julie, she's just a friend," he said, then smiled, "Are you jealous?"

"Huh?" Amelia's eyes got wide, and her cheeks grew slightly pink. "Jealous? Oh, I...you know...I didn't..." she said, stammering over her words.

"Amelia, I'd really like to take you on that second date," Johnny said. He knew he needed to take charge of the situation because she would never outright tell him she was interested.

She nibbled on her bottom lip, her honey colored eyes looking deep into his before she quickly looked back down again.

"Yeah, John. I think I'm ready. That'd be great," she said shyly.

"You sure? I'm not rushing you into something you don't want?"

"Yes, John. I'm not that fragile, but thank you for asking," she said.

"I know, I know, just making sure we're on the same page," he said, smiling. "I'll call you, let you know when and where."

"Maybe...I choose this time. I mean...I'd like to choose where we go," she said.

"Yeah, wherever you want to go, Princess," he said.

"Okay. There's an Opera in the city, La Traviata, by Giuseppe Verdi," she said, speaking the Italian flawlessly.

"An Opera?" Johnny asked, not entirely sure what it was. He knew it was like a play and strange singing, but never in his life had he attended one. "Sure, alright"

"Great! I'll get the tickets and call you," she said happily.

Johnny returned to the card table, and Cal delt him into their new card game. "So, you finally get her on the hook again?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I let her choose the place. Now I need to find a suit," Johnny said.

"What? You going to a wedding or something?" Another biker asked.

"Opera," Johhny said.

There was a pause at the table, then an eruption of laughter. Johnny let them have their fun. Hell, he'd laugh, too. But this was Amelia. There was just something about her that pulled him in. And if she wanted to go to the Opera, then that's exactly what they'd do.

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[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @brother-genitivi and @greypetrel over the past week---Thank you both (and I am tagging you back if you have something to share)! Tagging in turn @daggerbean @dungeons-and-dragon-age @zenstrike @transprincecaspian @nightwardenminthara @ndostairlyrium @dreadfutures @star--nymph @pinayelf @vakarians-babe @heniareth @idolsgf @buchimgay @jtownnn if you have something you'd like to share! No pressure, as always. I've been working on my "Hawke in the Fade" story again--something I was listening to jogged my memory c: So it's back to pain city once more! I don't think I've posted this bit yet, but if so... "very well then, I contradict myself; I contain multitudes" etc. (CW: Blood, spiders)

Fenris fell into a restless sleep sometime after night became day again. 

He’d found a safe enough perch in a great tree, sheltered by the numerous lower branches from any watchers. It was nothing like the comfort of home (home, home, home; he could not think of home or he would climb down and turn for Antiva and its ships at once), but it was as safe a place to rest as any he’d found so far. He’d been beset by some formless restlessness for the last several hours, but exhaustion had a way of taking its due regardless of one’s comfort. Between one blink and the next, he was asleep. 

A great spider rose, blotting out the sky. There was something wrong with this place; something uncanny that set his skin to crawling. Far beneath the monster, three running shapes drew to an abrupt halt. Two mages and a man in armor; he did not know them. 

No—wait—

“We need to clear a path,” the man shouted, and one of the mages half-turned so he could see her profile more clearly. 

Fenris dreamt of Hawke often; he was not surprised to see her now. But there was something wrong about this dream. It had none of the blurriness of ordinary dreams and nightmares. Instead, it was almost painfully crisp around the edges, hyper-real. He was abruptly close enough to see the blood drying in her hair, clotting at her shoulder. For a moment, there was something horrible in her face. 

He had seen that look before. There’d been a moment, right before she’d cast aside her cloak and turned to fight the Arishok, when she had looked at him just like that. 

“Hawke, no,” Fenris said, straining to reach for her. This must be some sort of nightmare, for though he could feel himself speaking, no sound rose from his lips. 

“Go,” Hawke said to the others, resolution settling into the dear lines of her face. “I’ll cover you.”

“No,” Fenris said, and the man echoed him. 

“You were right,” the man went on, “the Grey Wardens caused this. A Warden must—”

It was too late; Fenris could see it in the stubborn set of her chin. She had decided. Once Hawke had decided something, there was little that could change her mind. 

“A Warden must help them rebuild,” she snapped. “That’s your job. Corypheus is mine.”

Corypheus—but they had killed Corypheus, he and Hawke and Carver and Anders. Why should he dream this now? She was safe, she was at home; she’d promised him she would be there when he got back—she’d promised. 

It was a nightmare; it was only a nightmare. 

“Hawke…” the unfamiliar elven woman said, her face twisting at the word, and Maria nodded in return. Her shoulders…relaxed, as if the decision was easier to bear now that it had been made in truth. Hawke rested a hand on the woman’s shoulder briefly, glancing beyond them at the massive spider. Fenris tried to touch her, tried to move her anywhere but here, but his hand passed through without force. 

“Don’t do this,” he told her with every ounce of feeling in his soul; Hawke was safe, she was safe, this was only a nightmare, but it felt so real, so present, and he could not bear this. He had borne the distance and the time away; he had borne countless physical pains, for none of it had ever measured greater than the lyrium markings had. 

Fenris could not bear this. 

“Say goodbye to Varric for me,” Hawke told the elf, and had the gall to smile—smile as if nothing was wrong—even as the others turned away and began to run for the rift in the sky behind her. 

Hawke lifted her staff and sprinted the other direction, the smile fading as soon as she turned. The spider loomed over her, vast as the sky and twice as avaricious, and Fenris felt the familiar tug of magic as she called it to her. 

“I’m sorry, Fenris,” she said, and he tried again and in vain to touch her; he tried—

Fenris woke in Tevinter with a start, grateful that he had tied himself to the tree with a belt. He would have fallen to the bracken below otherwise. 

While he’d slept, it had begun to rain. That was what had woken him, he thought, from some nebulous nightmare. He shifted uneasily, mind still cloudy with some undefined doom, and reached into his vest to touch the oiled cloth that held Hawke’s letter safe. He didn’t need to take it out to know what it said; he’d long since memorized it in its entirety. 

I will be here waiting when you come back. I swear it. 

He could swear he heard her voice saying the words as he recalled them. He missed her voice; missed it even more intensely on nights like this, when all the forest felt like it was bent against him. Fenris drew his cloak over his head, curled his knees up against his chest, and tried not to think of home.

Hawke must certainly be sleeping in their bed now, curly hair tucked neatly in its silk or strewn across the pillow. There would be a fire in the hearth and her hound curled up before it. If he thought about it too hard, he could smell the oils she brushed into her hair, could feel the press of cool sheets against his skin. 

No; no, he would not think of it. That way lay madness.

Though he shut his eyes once more, Fenris did not sleep that night.

#fenhawke #maria hawke #wip wednesday #shivunin scrivening

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WORLD CLASS SINNER - FRANK CASTLE

three - haunted

tags: n/a // two // four // masterlist

Pairing: Billy x Reader , Frank x Reader

Word Count: 7,033

Summary: Can’t breathe, can’t turn back. Y/N continues to walk the fragile line of her morality while finding an uneasy comfort in the presence of Billy Russo, despite being haunted by Matt Murdock’s memory. But reuniting with Frank Castle makes it little less miserable.

You stayed with Frank at Lieberman’s hideout for the night. You thought you would maybe sleep better if you stayed somewhere outside of your bedroom. It had worked well enough at Quantico so maybe it was just about the scenery.

Only it didn’t make a difference. The emptiness had grown too big, grown too demanding. It would swallow you up a little more with every beat of your heart that continued to mimic the explosion. Even in sleep, you had no real escape from the memories.

You shot up from the space you were in, sitting on the bed against the wall and leaning against Frank. You glanced over and saw he was still asleep so as quietly as you could, you climbed out of the small bed and wandered towards the back door you had been coming in and out of.

You used the rickety ladder to climb up to the roof and you sat on the AC unit, taking in the view of the city. The crisp air felt like it would calm the heat within you, but it only made it tolerable. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath when you heard another body coming up the ladder.

You reached for your gun and saw it was only Frank with two beers in hand.

“Could’ve shot you.” You joked as he came and sat beside you, offering you one of the bottles.

“I would’ve let you.” He returned the joke and you smiled slightly. “What are you doing out here anyway?”

You used your knife to pop the cap off and passed the blade to Frank. You looked at the city for a minute longer while you thought about what you wanted to say. He tapped your leg with the handle of your knife and you snapped back to focus to take it.

“How long do the nightmares last?” You asked softly, holding the bottle by the neck and swirling it slightly. It almost felt wrong to admit that your mind was in shambles, but if anyone would understand without judgment, you were talking to him.

“What?”

“After the carousel… How long until you stopped dreaming about it?”

“Honestly?” He blew out a sigh and shook his head slightly. “I haven’t.”

“Oh.” You took a swig of the beer and nearly spit it out. “God, this is awful. And I thought Matt liked cheap beer.” You laughed and covered your mouth with the back of your hand.

Frank laughed with you before drinking the beer and having a similar reaction, coughing roughly and setting the bottle down with a sound of disgust. He turned over to you, still coming down from your laughter, and the expression he wore was one of worry.

“You wanna talk about it?” He said simply and you felt something sharp against the center of your chest, vaguely familiar to the tip of Elektra’s weapon from your dream. It made you rub the area with your knuckles.

“Did you hear about that imploded building a few months back? Midland circle?” You began, feeling the thump of your emotions at the center of your chest slowly replacing the sharp sensation. Beating in place of where your heart normally was, or maybe that was your heart and you just hadn’t felt it beat in so long. “Well, we were there. Us and a few other people. We were up against those ninjas. You remember the ones you helped a little against on that rooftop?”

He nodded, fully attentive to your words, so you continued.

“It turned out that my friend who died on that roof, they were able to bring her back with some magic ritual. I don’t even really know… But she wasn’t herself and she was gonna kill us. I decided to blow the building and literally crush their whole organization under it. We were hundreds of feet deep, somewhere around three hundred I think. No one was going to survive that. It wasn’t gonna be clean but it would be quick and it’d be final. But while we were down there, someone up top set the timer too early… When it came down to it, Matt decided to - of course - be a hero and stay down there to make sure no one got out… I tried to stop him but he decided to pull a cheap trick and distract me so I was literally dragged out of that building. And I got to watch it collapse from the outside…”

“Shit, Y/N. Why didn’t you call me or something?”

“Would you have answered?” You countered sadly. “Besides, I didn’t really wanna face anyone after that.”

You could almost feel the water from when you thought of drowning yourself climbing back up your throat.

“I lost myself that night, y’know? And it felt pathetic.” You gave a small laugh. “It felt like the thing that made me human was just gone. I didn’t care about anything or anyone, and to be honest, I still don’t really. And that’s not to say that everything was dependent on Matt but he made it easier. He made it worth it…”

“You seemed different today than yesterday.” Frank explained while you drank the shitty beer. “Like some of that was back, at least for a second.”

“Probably just from…” You trailed off, realizing that you were going to credit Billy for your alleged reignition.

“From…” Frank led and you sighed.

“I’ve been seeing a couple guys, casually, just to kinda keep my mind off it.” You waved him off but he shot you an incredulous look. “Okay, don’t look at me like that.”

“Guys?” He asked defensively. “How many are you seein’?”

“Two.” You shrugged.

“Jesus…” He shook his head. “Alright, who are they?”

“What? I need your blessing now?”

“No, but if some dickhead wants to try something, I should know whose head I gotta crack open.”

“Actually, you do know one of them.” You mumbled into the bottle and you’d rather swallow the poor excuse of a beer than say his name. “...billyrusso…”

“Wha-” He scoffed in disbelief. “Y’know what, I don’t even think I wanna know.”

“Okay….” You said innocently with a small shrug.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” He ran a hand down his face and you frowned slightly. “Are you sure you should be doing that?”

“It’s nothing serious with either of them.” You defended. “It’s just…. One’s charming and it’s comfortable. He says everything I need to hear. They respect me and give me space when I need it, call when they say they will. But..”

“But?”

“But I miss screaming at him and fighting with him.” You laughed in defeat with a small shrug. “Back when it was 2 am and I was cursing that damn costume.”

“The kinda love that makes you act all kinds of nuts.” Frank continued, his tone noticeably gentler than moments ago.

“Literally made me act insane. That’s the way I loved him... I never knew I could feel that much till I met Matt. It was really nice.”

“Yeah, you two were made for each other… I gotta say, Y/N, I just can’t see you with anyone else.”

“Yeah, and I’m not. They can’t see that I’m faking the smiles or that I’m not really feeling anything. Sure, it’s a little easier but it’s not like I’m falling in love again… I don’t know, maybe I keep ‘em around because they’re nothing like Matt. It can’t hurt or make me feel guilty if there’s no similarities…”

“Hey..” Frank said after a minute of silence. “I’m sorry about Murdock… I know it feels like shit.”

You set the bottle down and scooted back enough to give your feet room so you can hug your knees to your chest.

“I always thought I would die first cause I liked to think I was invincible… But the way I felt when I lost Matt, I felt absolutely helpless. I felt useless. I wanted to die, too… I even prayed to his God, trying to make a deal to swap our places. But every morning, I woke up in that goddamned bed from that same fucking nightmare.”

“Mine’s almost always the same.” Frank said absently, seemingly a hundred miles away now. “Maria wakes me up. It’s that morning before we went out after I got back… It’s real nice and sweet, y’know? And I’m not even out of bed before she gets shot. Lately though, it’s been… I’m the one pulling the trigger.”

“In mine, my friend puts a sai through my chest while Matt holds me down. They’re both dead by then. Like bloated corpses you find at the bottom of the river. They tell me that if I wanted to die with them, then I should… Once Matt killed me and he said ‘Why are you making me do this?’... I woke up hysterical that morning.”

“You two ever end up tying the knot?” He asked instead, veering the subject away from the dreams.

“No, but I did find this.” You reached under the collar of your shirt and under the neckline of the vest to pull out a silver chain. On it sat a silver band, engraved with his last name. You unclipped the chain and carefully passed it over. “Not exactly an engagement ring but…”

“Maybe it is.” Frank nodded as he inspected the ring. “Prolly figured you didn’t want something flashy so he got you something personal.”

“Yeah, makes sense.” You offered a small smile as he handed it back and you clipped it back into place, tucking the ring safely back under.

“Besides, can’t have two vigilantes in the same neighborhood with matching rings.”

“I only found the one… I don’t know if he had one for himself.”

“Bet he did.” He nodded. “Probably took it with him.”

“I couldn’t bury him or even have a service for him. Father Lantom couldn’t say anything about him or Foggy couldn’t give a eulogy.” You choked, and if you tried hard enough, you heard the explosion in your words. “To the world, Matt Murdock is out there somewhere. But to me, he’s buried under literal tons of debris.”

“C’mere.” He put an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side. You felt a shiver creep down your spine and your skin grew cold for a moment, the only sensation to diminish the burn in your bones. “I know it hurts like hell, and I know you wanna do anything but deal with it. But I can’t have you here if you’re looking for a distraction. That’s gonna get you killed and I can’t let that happen.”

“I’m okay.” You nodded, though the echoing rumbles in your chest told a different story. “I just don’t talk about it much so the little I do gets to me. I know what I’m doing, Frank. I promise.”

“If you say so.” He agreed reluctantly.

“I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Someone has to.” He joked and you elbowed his ribs slightly.

It was clear, without your abilities, that he didn’t believe you. And truthfully, you didn’t even believe yourself. All you knew for a fact were the explosions and the emptiness, and both were relentless. All you could do was avoid them, feed them by necessity and try to continue living. You knew it wasn’t the life Matt would’ve wanted for you, a life as cold and desolate as you had created. He would’ve wanted you to move on, to love and live like you had done before. But without him, knowing that he was gone in such an absolute way, it diminished the quality of any potential life. You never considered the after, because there was never supposed to be such a thing.

Of course, you knew you’d both die eventually, but it was supposed to be you first. Or at the very least, you two going out together. Never did you think you’d be alone, living in a post-Matt world that only a handful of people could acknowledge. You worried, if only for a moment, about whether the girl that Matt knew - that he fell in love with - would ever return, but the idea of that and the idea of her was swallowed by the rift in your chest. Swallowed up by the darkness, only a faint echo remained. Her return would depend on your intent to bring her back. She would need your lifeline to get to her, but any rope you could extend would never reach.

You let her fall away, let her disappear into the darkest part of yourself. You weren’t that girl. You weren’t the vigilante he knew either. Instead, you were oh-so-reminiscent of the Widow you were raised to be. Blunt, heartless, cruel, calculating, plotting, cautious, confident. You were everything except apologetic or gentle. You were supposed to be the hero in the story you had written for yourself in the Kitchen, but from a perspective outside of your body, you watched yourself shift closer and closer to being the villain.

And - arguably - the worst part was that you liked it. So you let Y/N slip away, let her rest somewhere beneath the explosions and the burning. Somewhere beneath Midland.

“We’re seriously outgunned.” You commented after a little while of silence.

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing..” Frank agreed.

“I might know a guy.” You two said at the same time.

Frank offered you a smirk before nodding for you to go first. You hopped off the AC and climbed down to the ground with Frank following close behind. You two headed down to your car and you drove over to the usual location your guy was at. He wasn’t anyone you had worked with or even one of your contacts. He was a guy that Matt had run into a few times and you had been keeping tabs on, just because the man always seemed to be involved in someone’s business.

He was just locking up when you two showed up, fully dawning your new vest for the first time.

“Hi, Turk.” You gave a tight smile as your accent tinted your words before you slammed your elbow against his jaw. “Let’s head inside.”

He groaned and struggled as you pinned an arm behind his back, tossing Frank the key ring. You pressed the man face-first against the opposing door while Frank opened the door. You shoved Turk inside, Frank following right after. You entered last and slammed the door shut behind you. You kicked the bulky plug at Turk for the light and squinted through the yellow glow until your eyes focused.

“Man! The hell is this?” Turk complained before you pushed him by his chest so he hit the metal wall again.

“You think because the Devil is gone, that you can start this shit again, hmm?” You spoke simply, the familiar accent sticking to your words like a tick. But without the mask, what good did it do? You realized why as the bitter taste settled in your mouth. At that point, you did it because it scared people and you liked that. “It’s about time we finally met, don’t you think?”

“Aw shit.” He exclaimed quietly before offering you a pleading expression. “Listen, I’m just a guy trying to make a living. You know how many jobs are out there for ex-cons? Ain’t jack shit coming my way.”

“Unless we ask you something, shut your mouth or I take out your teeth.” You warned sharply.

“You got part of a weapons shipment from the Greeks. Where is it?” Frank asked, yanking Turk off the wall and pressing his gun to the back of his head.

“Greeks dicked me.” Turk answered shakily. “Should’ve guessed, right, with a name like Turk? Maybe they didn’t know I was black.”

“Hilarious.” You rolled your eyes. “Where is it?”

“It was too much weight for me. They found someone else who could take the whole load. High-tech shit ain’t easy to sell, man.”

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know.”

Frank pressed the gun harder and the arms dealer whimpered. You almost felt bad... Almost.

“I mean- I-“ He stammered. “I got some stuff. It ain’t much.”

“Show me.”

Frank let Turk lead you two over to one of the corner cases. You leaned down to open it but Frank stuck his foot out to block you. He pushed Turk down to do it, who muttered complaints as he did.

“The hell is that?” Frank said as the bright pink gun stared back.

You almost laughed.

“It’s cute.” You teased, earning a glare from Frank. “Suits you.”

He offered you a sarcastic expression while Turk explained its origin and his policy on carrying ammo. However, the answers weren’t good enough for Frank so he pressed the gun forward again. While Turk tried to talk his way out of a headshot, you gripped your friend’s wrist and shot a stern look at him.

“No.” You mouthed and his brows furrowed. “We gain nothing.”

You watched his eyes dart between yours as he searched again for something. It made you a bit uneasy, to know there was some part of you that Frank could see no matter how you hid things away. No matter what was swallowed by the gap in your chest, Frank could find what should be there. You hated it but maybe you needed it.

Maybe Y/N needed it.

“… isn’t on me, swear to God.” Turk finished, kissing three fingers and raising them to the ceiling.

“God..” You laughed mockingly. “You believe in God, Turk?”

“Right now I want to.”

You and Frank maintained your stare down until he eventually broke with a muttered response. You turned to Turk and spiked his fear until he passed out. From there, you and Frank raided the shipping container and found nothing. Frank commented on the vest, saying he liked the shirt better and you flipped him off for it.

That shirt wasn’t yours. It belonged to Exodus, to the Devil’s partner. Not whoever you were.

Back at the hideaway, Frank and Lieberman argued about the quality of the intel and the lack of real information from the NYPD.

“Find that shipment.” You pointed a stern finger at Lieberman. “You don’t or can’t and I’ve got a borrowed handgun that I’ll kill you with myself. Понимаешь?” (Understand?)

Frank looked over at you and you gave a small wave of goodbye. You headed back to your car, a hand slipping under the collar to fiddle with the ring before you drove back to your cold apartment. You saw your phone had a couple messages, both Billy and Dex hinting at a night out, but you continued to ignore them.

You knew you wouldn’t be any fun.

The next day, you had a message from Billy. He was asking to come into Anvil, said there was a bigger group of recruits coming in and he needed your help. With no other plans, you went. You went without your vest or protection, only a badge at your hip and a gun at your back. You hadn’t thought about getting a number for Frank or Lieberman, but you figured they’d reach out if they needed you. Or Frank would go through Karen to get to you. Either way, you couldn’t sit there and twiddle your thumbs until Lieberman could make good on his intel on the Greeks.

You walked into Anvil’s headquarters and were greeted with enthusiastic smiles or waves. You offered kind enough responses as you headed down the familiar halls to find Billy in the main room with a group bigger than you anticipated. You blew out a small sigh to release some of the growing tension and pulled your hair up before entering the room.

Small murmurs ran through the crowd upon your entrance but you ignored them. You took your usual place, a few feet behind the small runway Billy liked to pace during his introductory speech and in front of the other instructors. Your eyes scanned the crowd for anything that stuck out. Some hesitant body language, uncertain hands, shifty feet. Untrusting eyes, some darting away when they met yours and others offered a challenge. Some interest in your presence, most enthralled in Billy’s words. But a face, a younger boy from Curtis’ group, seemed to actively be avoiding eye contact as Billy began weaving through the crowd. He knew you were there, knew you’d recognize him. Something about that scared him, and that had your interest.

“Here at Anvil, if you are recruited…” He announced, finally catching sight of your appearance. “And that lies in the hands of our Talent Assessment and Training Specialist.” He held a hand out to you with a small smirk and you nodded in response.

You heard small comments about the badge at your hip but when you turned your head towards the source, eyes dropped and they sidestepped to be behind the person in front of them. You laughed to yourself and shook your head in disappointment.

“If you are recruited-” You spoke simply, your head held high as the eyes of the crowd all lifted towards you. “-you will have the chance to find the something that you’ve been missing.”

“A new brotherhood to call your own, something to fight for.” Billy continued. “To live for, even.”

“It won’t be easy.” You added. “I expect you all to push yourselves and each other. Try to impress me.”

“Good luck, everyone… You’ll need it.” Billy nodded and motioned for you to follow him to the side.

He gave you the rundown of the day, what stations would be running, and what general plans he had. You nodded absently, knowing it would more or less be the same plan as usual. But when he noticed you weren’t fully listening, the conversation shifted.

“What’d you see?” He asked instead.

“Hmm?” Your brows raised.

“With the group.” He smiled slightly. “Something stood out, didn’t it?”

“Most of them won’t respect me.” You said simply. “They were muttering comments since I walked in, won’t look me in the eyes.”

His head tilted back and forth as if in thought. “So make ‘em respect you. It’s never been a problem for you before.” He shrugged slightly. “Just maybe don’t break anything.”

“Yeah, no promises.” You shrugged in return and his smile earned one from you. You cursed yourself for it. “There was one kid that I recognized.”

“Good way?”

You pulled a face and reached for his arm to turn him towards the group that was getting broken down by one of the other staff members. You gave a small point towards the boy whose name you never could remember.

“I’d talk to Curtis about that one.” You answered. “He goes to group.”

“That worry you?”

“Get Curtis’ opinion first. Then we can talk about it.”

“I hate when you do that!” He complained though you were already heading towards the group.

You were working through the fitness trials with one of the other instructors when one of the men said something that scraped a nerve. You had been pointing things out for him to make note of - when they hit failure and what weights they were working with - when the snide comment seemed to snap something in you.

“She’s only here cause she’s hot.” He said to one of the men beside him and both chuckled before high-fiving each other.

“Hey!” You called out before a sharp whistle. “Wanna say that to my face?”

“C’mon.” He scoffed, hands out to the side. “We’re all thinkin’ it... You’re a total babe and it’s the only reason you’re the one who makes the calls. Might as well own it.”

“You sure know how to talk in front of all your friends.” You laughed, though there was no humor in the sound. “I bet, in your little head, you’re a big tough man, right?”

He opened his mouth to speak with a grin, shoulders lifting in a shrug.

“But in reality, I could put you on your ass without trying.” You cut in and the other recruits around offered a sound effect to punctuate the comment. “Put you right in your place.”

The instructor beside you stepped away while radiating a mild panic. The sensation brought a smirk to your lips as you uncliped your badge and pulled your gun. You handed them to the man beside you, who rushed a quiet attempt to get you to change your mind, but you were already moving forward. You gestured for the recruit to come closer and he did so with a proud smile.

“Look, I don’t wanna hurt you.” He said with a smug grin as the crowd began to tighten. “I served for a long time.”

“I wouldn’t stress about it.” You shrugged. “But it is ironic. You say all this shit in public but you want so bad to fuck me.”

“What?” His eyes went wide.

“The way you’ve been looking at me, the comments you make. All that noise when truthfully, you’re just a shitty guy with a fragile ego.”

The man chuckled and nodded as if to show a hesitant agreement but it was easy for you to tell that he was looking forward to the opportunity. You rolled your eyes as he exaggerated a routine of popping his knuckles and neck before gesturing for you to take the first hit.

You simply folded your hands behind your back.

With a small sneer, he made the first move. He threw a hard cross that you sidestepped, his momentum causing him to stumble forward. You dropped to kneel and used your shoulder to knock his knee from under him and the man fell to his back with a heavy thud. You scooted forward and placed a knee on his throat, though you were careful to keep your weight in the foot you had against the ground. You felt his hands on your leg to push you off so you moved first and rolled off, pushing yourself to your feet before repositioning your hands behind you.

The crowd molded and adjusted to where your little spat was going, widening and sliding as you two moved. You took a second to glance over to where Billy would sometimes watch from and saw he was distracted by a conversation with another instructor across the room. Before you could turn back, you felt a tight grip on your upper arm and were yanked back.

Your feet stumbled slightly but you gave no indication that it would benefit him. Instead, you calmly got your feet under you as you felt the arm creep around your neck. As the crowd engulfed you again, you shifted your arms to have your elbows sticking out. You jerked to the side roughly and your elbow slammed into the soft spot on the man’s side. You jabbed him again and again until his grip on you slipped. You stepped forward to give yourself room to land a firm kick to the center of his chest. He fell to his back with another loud smack and he coughed roughly with a hand against his chest as he scooted away from you.

He swung his feet desperately to knock you down and admittedly, it worked. His foot caught your ankle and knocked it in front of the foot you were stepping with so you fell forward, barely able to get your hands in front to stop you from crashing to your face. You had to throw an arm up quickly as his heel came towards your face. He kicked out again and again, your own forearm thumping against your head.

By then, you heard Billy’s voice echoing through the room.

The sound made him hesitant so you took advantage. You pushed yourself up enough and got to a kneel before you grabbed his extended ankle. He shot you a panicked look before you twisted him around so he laid on his face, his leg bent at an uncomfortable angle. Your foot pressed at the base of his hip and you felt the tension as his muscles tried to keep his leg in its socket. You twisted slightly and looked down to see the unnatural angle his knee was twisted at. He reached backward and you used the other foot to slam onto his wrist, earning a sharp cry of pain.

“Go ahead.” You taunted, having to consciously keep your accent out of your words. “Tell me again why I’m here.”

“This isn’t what I meant.” Billy said, a hand suddenly around your arm. “Let him go.”

“Don’t you wanna know what he said to me?” You challenged sharply, giving another tug on the leg that earned a scream. “Or better yet, what he wants to do to me.”

“C’mon, Y/N/N.”

The man whimpered out a pathetic apology and pleaded for you not to hurt him. Only when he was legitimately scared and powerless did you let go.

“Hmm.” You hummed and dropped the man’s leg. You stepped over him and let Billy guide you away from the crowd. You turned over your shoulder and saw a few men helping him to his feet. “I don’t like him.”

“Consider him gone.” Billy nodded, his hand changing to sit on your lower back. “Let’s talk about it, alright?”

Once you two got to his office, he pulled your badge and gun from under his jacket. He handed them over to you and you quickly put them back into place.

“I’m so sick and fucking tired of being treated like this.” You complained, pacing the office space. “If I was a man, I’d be a fearless leader, an alpha type and I wouldn’t have them coming after me again and again and again. Every - fucking - where I go some guy who’s all bark, no bite has some stupid about me or my career.”

“You can’t just go after the ones you don’t like.” Billy reasoned and you turned on him quickly with a burning glare.

“You do realize why they think they can talk to me like that, right?” You said simply, despite the anger burning at the center of your throat begging to be released as a yell. “You could go out there and brag about bedding a new model every night, show off all the money in the world, and literally anything else you want.”

“It’s not about me, Y/N. Any ideas they have of you are their own. You know I wouldn’t-“

“Oh but if I did it-“ You cut in and your voice began to rise. “If I was the one flashing my money, I’d be a bitch. They say that you hustled and put in the work, but it’s all about what I’m wearing and if I was rude or not.” You continued angrily, that burning heat clawing through your muscles to the point that your hands started to tremble.

“I’m not saying those guys weren’t wrong, alright?” His hands raised in concession while you crossed your arms. “But-“

“What’s it like when no one second guesses your worth?”

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“No, seriously.” You laughed in frustration. “They’re painting me out to be the bad guy, so it’s okay that I’m pissef off right now! Don’t try to downplay this, Billy!”

“I’m not, okay?” He carefully came around the desk and put his hands on your shoulders. “They were out of line. They’re done, alright? But what happened out there, that’s not about respect. That’s just fear.”

“Hmm.” You lifted your head slightly, a challenge glistening in your eyes. “Maybe I'd rather be feared.”

“Y/N..” He sighed.

“Are you afraid of me?” You asked, genuinely curious. While as of late, you enjoyed being feared, some fragile little part of you hoped he wasn’t.

“No.” He offered a small smile.

Suddenly, you thought of the way Foggy flinched away from you. How Karen looked at you as if you were something out of a Stephen King novel.

“Maybe you should be.”

“Where is this coming from?”

You shrugged slightly. “I should go.”

“You’re gonna be like that with me, too?”

“It’s like you aren’t even listening.” You said simply, backing towards the door. “You don’t try to argue with me. You just give me what I ask for. It’s all kinda new to me.”

“And you don’t like it?”

You paused, thinking about it for a moment. It was all new with Billy, to notice him sneaking through hard-standing walls. Only to kick him out as soon as you realize, just for him to find a new way in. He was relentless in that way, a subtle pursuit that was unexpectedly understanding. Letting him in meant letting go of Matt to make room for him, and you couldn’t do that. Not then, maybe not ever.

Despite the pain in memories of Matt, he was the tether to your humanity. To Y/N, to the woman you were meant to be. You knew if you lost that, you’d be no better than a nameless Widow. A faceless assassin that killed anyone in her way. A weapon, with no heart or soul or remorse. You may not care to be that person without him, but that didn’t mean you wanted her completely gone. Just a background voice in your head, a small tick on the scales of your morality that kept you from becoming someone you wouldn’t recognize.

“I don’t know.”

You were turning to leave when Curtis walked in.

“Hey.” He said with a smile that quickly faded. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just gotta take off.” You answered easily.

“Well, hang on.” Billy cut in. “Now that we’re all here, let’s talk about the kid you’re worried about.”

“I really should go.” You shot Billy a glare.

“You’re worried about Lewis too?” Curtis asked you and you cursed quietly.

“Yeah, I told Billy to get your opinion.” You confessed. “It just doesn’t feel like a good fit for him here but you know him better than I do.”

“He’s living in a foxhole in his yard, Billy.” Curtis explained, moving deeper into the room to stand by Billy and leaving the doorway open. You had half a mind to leave but also wanted to ensure the kid didn’t make the cut. So instead, you stood on Billy’s other side. “And he almost put a bullet in his father.”

“Hell, who hasn’t wanted to do that?” Billy joked and you elbowed him in the ribs. “Maybe he just needs to get back into it. Kid wants to live in a tent, I can give that to him.”

“You won’t be doing him or yourself any favors if you put him in combat situations.” Curtis continued. “If I was out there, I wouldn’t want that kid watching my six.”

“I wouldn’t either... I’d rather go at it alone.” You shrugged.

“A team’s only as good as its weakest link.”

“You two think this one’ll snap?” Billy asked, looking between you two.

“Yeah.” You answered, watching Lewis through the office windows. Even from there, you could feel the unstable waves of his emotions. Crashing and rising, falling and shaking. “Just a matter of time.”

“So what happens when I cut him loose?” He turned to Curtis.

“You do your part, I’ll do mine.”

“Why ask for a consult if you weren’t gonna listen to us?” You challenged gently. “It’s just not worth it. Besides, let’s say you don’t listen to us and take him anyways. If something goes wrong, it’s your reputation that goes down.”

“Alright.” He nodded. “You’re coming with me.”

“No, I should g-“

“Let’s go, Pretty Lady.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and led you out, despite your grumbled complaints.

“Wilson!” You called out when you two got to the ground and Billy’s arm fell away. “Can we talk to you?”

“Of course.” He hurried over and you took a few more steps to the side.

“Lewis, right?” You began and he nodded. “Do you remember me? I go to group with Curtis sometimes.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded.

“You can just call me Y/N.” You smiled politely.

“What’s with the foxhole in your backyard, Lewis?” Billy asked plainly and you shot him a look.

“Uh..” He glanced around nervously. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I gotta know what’s going on with all my guys. Lives depend on it, you know?”

“It was a… a project.” Lewis answered hesitantly. “Something to keep me busy.”

“Please don’t lie to us.” You said plainly, though enough edge to show you were serious. “It’s not that simple, is it?”

His eyes fell to the floor, almost in shame.

“And what do you figure the other guys would think?” Billy continued. “If I told them the guy watching their backs was living like that?”

“It’s nothing, sir. I’m fine.” He insisted.

“No, you’re not.” You cut in. “And that’s okay.”

Saying that nearly made you gag when you heard it. That was the same stupid line other people used on you and you never believed it either.

“Listen, this business… It’s all based on trust. I take her into the field-“ He gestured to you. “-I know she’s gonna have my back, right? Nothing to worry about. And those guys need that same feeling.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry, man. I can’t take that risk.”

He nodded slightly, using the end of his sleeve to wipe the growing tears. You frowned slightly and almost found yourself wanting to comfort him. Instead, you folded your hands behind your back.

“Was this..” He looked at you. “Was this Curtis?”

“We check in on all prospects.” You answered honestly. “He had a conversation with me too about what he found before I got the job.”

“For just this kinda thing.” Billy added. “ It’s got nothing to do with Curtis.”

“Are you saying it wasn’t him?”

“I suggest you watch the tone, Wilson.” You warned and Billy’s hand tapped the back of your shoulder. A quiet way of telling you it was alright.

“I’m saying that it doesn’t matter.” Billy answered smoothly.

“I don’t believe you. He told me not to come here and then he spikes me. He’s a goddamn snake.”

“Hey, hey, hey. Easy.” Billy cut in and your hands balled into fists. “I don’t know you, kid. Now, Curtis Hoyle, he saved my ass on more than one occasion. One of the best men I ever had the fortune of serving with.”

“What about her?” He gestured to you. “She goes to that group, same as me.”

“It isn’t about who goes to group.” You shook your head.

“She was working for me before she started going. Besides, that’s not what it’s about, nor is it your business who I employ.” Billy added, and you had to admit, something was comforting about him defending you.

Stop that.

“If you need work, Lewis, we can find a place for you around here.” You offered, hoping to talk around the man’s rising temper.

“You’re gonna give me a job mopping floors?” He spat sharply, clearly too angry to listen. “Emptying trash? Is that ‘making good on the investment my country made in me’?” He threw Billy’s words back at him and Billy didn’t have an answer.

“You’re just another liar in command.” Lewis continued.

“Okay.” You said firmly. “We’re done here. You need to leave. Of your own accord or I can personally escort you out. Up to you.”

Lewis released a shaky breath before stepping forward and lifting his chin in challenge. Your arms unwrapped themselves and sat at your sides, fingers twitching with the promise of another fight. You noticed the shift in Billy’s body language as well, but his hand moved over slightly in front of you to keep you in place.

“Now.” Billy added firmly.

He looked between the two of you in contemplation and you rolled your eyes to yourself. You focused in and found his anger, his willingness to fight. You pushed it away from you two and raised the hesitation of standing against you two. You added in on the fear of what you two were capable of and he backed off.

He ranted on his way out, trash-talking the brotherhood Billy talked about, and even spat on the floor. You wanted to react but knew there were too many eyes on you. Instead, you decided to blow off steam with whatever Frank was up to. You told Billy you just needed to calm down and you’d call him later. He offered you a nice dinner but sitting in a restaurant in a fancy dress wasn’t exactly going to help.

Instead, you went home and got out of your work clothes. You switched to a long-sleeved compression top, which happened to be black with red seams. You grumbled slightly about how even in death the Devil haunted you. You stood in front of the closed doors that hid the remains of your suit. The rumbles in your chest banged loudly, slamming against your ribs with enough force to rock through your bones. You took a deep breath and yanked the doors open, ignoring the echoing in your chest.

You ignored Matt’s chest and went right to your collection of equipment. You found your original mask, with the stained red cracked lens, along with its’ replacement that was caked with the blood of Hand members. Looking at the second mask also held the memory of Elektra’s first death, Matt’s miraculous save when you were thrown from the hospital window, fighting Kitchen Irish beside Matt and Frank. You wanted to snap it in half.

Instead, you shoved your original into your waistband and adjusted your shirt to hide it fully. You tucked a knife into the top of each boot and stuck a gun at your back. Your wrists felt bare without your Bites, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to want to find them. So off you went, tugging down the seams of your sleeves in an attempt to hide the exposed joint, and went off to the hole in the wall Frank was currently camping at.

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[darkhighness]

Puzzle Pieces

A03

i.e. the first good omens I ever wrote after watching the show.

Aziraphale left an angel shaped hole in Crowley’s chest. As he attempts to quell his anguish in the form of disposable human lovers, he’s forced to confront the feelings he still has for that one bloody angel.

Words: 1487

As the early morning rose and the first drops of the day's rain began to fall, Crowley looked beside him to see his current fixation, Zeke, reading beside him.

Reading. Crowley scowled at the thought.

He hadn't meant to make a habit of popping in and out of human lives. It wasn’t all that fun, interfering in their affairs, but with the angel gone, being evil didn’t have the same ring to it.

Part of him hoped that in his slew of lovers he’d find another man with the same soft touch. The kind of man who would forgive all his shortcomings and who he could truly be happy with.

Unfortunately, humans could never fill that niche. They were fun for a while though.

 With a dramatic stretch the demon wrapped an arm around his human companion and read over his shoulder.

“What have we got today? Dragons? Spicy romance? Maybe a murder mystery?” He teased.

Zeke just shut the book and placed it on the bedside table before he took off his glasses. The wide black frames rested on top of the book, whose cover simply read ‘Dire’ in an overbearing stone font.

“Are you staying for breakfast?” 

The demon grinned before sitting up, pulling the grey duvet up to give him some shelter from the crisp London air. 

“What, and start now?”

“Figures.” Zeke huffed. He turned from Crowley and stared out of the window for a moment, watching the birds fly past. For a moment, Zeke thinks he heard a nightingale but before he can confirm,  the sound of traffic returns.

Crowley snaked his arms around Zeke’s waist, melting into the warmth of his partner like a lizard basking in the warm sun. He kissed Zeke’s jaw and joins him in looking out over the city.

“Horrid place, isn’t it? Never liked London really.”

Even the word felt wrong on his tongue. Regardless of the poor weather or the constant noise, London felt soulless. Like a light had gone out and no one had bothered to reignite the flame.

The sounds of the street fill the apartment for a while, the two laying idly by in the meantime. The longer they sat and stared, the heavier the previously light rain seemed to get. The quiet patter of the raindrops on the windowsill forced a sigh out of Zeke who turned to face Crowley. 

For just a moment, he is distracted by the red hair and the ghoulish grin and snake eyes almost melt away. For a moment, Zeke can almost see the man he fell in love with. This turbulence caused great upset in the man’s stomach and the low growl that followed was enough to get Crowley’s attention.

As soon as the demon opened his mouth, his caring appearance phased away and Zeke was reminded of the monster who laid across from him.

“I best leave you to sort that.”

Despite his proclamation, Crowley made no attempt to move, instead settling further into the bedding while finally releasing Zeke from his grasp.

Zeke has seen this routine all before. He used to let himself get his hopes up and would pray that the morning would go differently. That this time, he would stay. He’d tried everything from home-cooked meals to special morning gifts even just spooning the man and hoping he wouldn’t leave. 

“Look, Crowley I have a big day at work and I don’t have time to sit here with you. I’m sure there’s some big important demon business you need to be doing.”

Crowley let out a low laugh before running a hand through his partner's hair.

“You always make me sound so heartless.” 

Zeke had grown frustrated by this point. He felt months of anger bubbling up inside of him. He had never been the type to blow up at someone but as he felt the presence of that demon in his bed his heart was almost beating out of his chest and for a split second he wished he could hurt him.

But Crowley was untouchable. A constant. Everything that was so intoxicating about dating an immortal in the first place had become a prison locking Zeke in this cycle of never being enough for Crowley. It was obvious that his wasn’t the only pot the snake had been dipping into. But deep down a part of him would always hold onto hope that he could be the only thing Crowley needs, even if it was only for a measly 60 years or so. 

“Look, you know I have things to do. Hell doesn’t wait for anyone you know. I promise, soon we’ll have a day that’s just us and there’ll be no pesky human shenanigans to interrupt us. A whole day all about you and me.”

“Crowley, it’s never about us.” Zeke snapped.

The man leapt out of the bed, his bare torso becoming victim to the cool air. He looked back at Crowley, now sprawled out on the bed in front of him.

“It was never going to be, was it?”

“Now now, where’s all this coming from?” 

Crowley moved to cross his legs under the duvet, the same frustrating devilish grin plastered across his features.

“You and I both know that I’m not the only one. I don’t know where you go every second night but I know that I can’t just keep being your side piece. You might have eternity but I don’t, and I’m sure as hell not going to waste it on someone who doesn’t care about me!”

Zeke storms around the bedroom, picking up his wrinkled clothes from the floor. The action felt rehearsed and there was a depressing rhythm to it, in a way.

“What do you mean I don’t care about you? I have given you everything. Night and day, all my free time has been here with you!”

Crowley leapt out of bed, the sheets remaining as a distant memory of their time together. He moved between Zeke and the doorway, before holding his partner’s shoulders.

“I have nothing more to give.” The demon laments.

Zeke sighed and looked into Crowley’s eyes. He gets lost, for a moment, remembering the long nights that lead up to this point. He remembers the crisp taste of straight whiskey on those lips and the feel of his cool touch. He almost lets himself forget the heartache.

“That’s the thing, Crowley. You have all this to give, but it means nothing to you. What’s a year to someone who's already seen six thousand? What’s a few one-night stands to someone whose entire love life looks like a blip on some bigger picture?” Zeke paused for a moment before deciding to continue.

“You have forever to mess around with anyone on the street yet you make me feel heartless for asking for your undivided attention, for just one singular page in your story.”

He wandered out of his bedroom, looking for somewhere to escape. He cursed himself for a moment with the realisation sinking in that he couldn’t run away from his own home.

Curse demons and their minimalist design style. 

“One day, Crowley, you’re going to have to realise that you can’t finish a puzzle if one piece is always going to be missing.”

Crowley growls slightly, staring at his lover in the hall in front of him.

“What the bloody hell are you on about now?”

Zeke sighs and pulls his shirt over his head.

“You’re searching for something you can’t have. You take men like me and drain us dry all to fill a void that you and I both know is impossible to fill. It’s like there’s these insurmountable expectations you have of everyone. I don’t know how anyone could even reach the standards you have laid out. But you keep looking so someone must have. So who is it?”

The demon pauses for a moment, stunned by the human’s abruptness. It wasn’t like his partners to question him. Usually they’d just grow apart and call it a day. 

“Who?” The demon sputtered. “Look I’ve got no idea what’s gotten into you all of a sudden. I mean we were all happy families until a moment ago.”

For a moment, Crowley allows himself to remember and allows the fond memories he’d repressed into the deeper corners of his mind.

It's hard to ignore the unmistakable scent of thousands of books or the warmth in his stomach when he thinks of his former lover. He longs to forget the dusty old bookshop and the kind man who called it home.

‘Just a friend’ he would say any time he slipped up.

Just a friend who made his heart beat faster. A friend who held him tighter than anyone ever had before. A friend who was always there. Always.

“What’s his name?” Zeke offered as a final olive branch.

“Aziraphale.”

That’s one thing eternity teaches you. Nothing lasts forever.

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[dinas-a-bird]

A Rocky Start - 4

Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, soft!Ellie, modern college AU, Ellie is handsome because I say so

Summary: You start college and meet your roommate, Ellie Williams.

Word Count: 675

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A/N: Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, the last chapter :( buut I will probably end up writing drabbles for this AU ngl

The next day, Ellie wakes you up around noon telling you that she’s going to get ready at Dina’s. You peck her lips before she leaves. You then decide to take a long shower. You pick out your favorite dress, a flowing, dark green maxi dress that makes you feel confident and beautiful. You can't help but feel a little nervous as you do your hair and makeup, hoping that Ellie will like what she sees.

As you finish getting ready, you hear a knock on your door. It's Ellie, dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt and black slacks. You can't help but stare at her, admiring the way her shirt fits her perfectly, accentuating her curves in all the right places.

"Wow," you say, unable to hide your admiration. "You look handsome."

Ellie smiles, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "You look gorgeous," she says, stepping into the room.

You smile back at her, feeling your heart flutter. "So, where are we going?" you ask, eager to start the date.

Ellie takes your hand and leads you out of the dorm room, down the stairs, and out of the building. "It's a surprise," she says, a happy glint in her eye.

You walk hand-in-hand through campus, chatting and laughing along the way. You can't help but feel grateful to be with Ellie, enjoying her company and the beautiful day outside.

As you reach your destination, you realize that Ellie has brought you to a fancy restaurant that overlooks the city skyline. The view is breathtaking, and you can't help but feel a little intimidated by the elegant atmosphere.

"This place is amazing," you say, a little in awe.

Ellie grins at you, squeezing your hand. "I wanted to take you somewhere special," she says.

The two of you enter the restaurant, and the host greets you warmly, leading you to a cozy table in the corner. You take your seats, and a waiter approaches, offering you menus and taking your drink orders.

Ellie looks stunning in her button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her tattoo on display, and her hair styled into her signature half bun. You can't help but stare at her, feeling grateful that you get to spend this evening with her.

"What are you thinking of ordering?" Ellie asks, her eyes sparkling.

"I'm not sure yet," you say, scanning the menu. "Maybe the steak?"

Ellie nods, her eyes flickering down to the menu. "I'm thinking of getting the salmon."

The waiter returns with your drinks, and you take a sip, enjoying the cool liquid. As you wait for your food, you engage in small talk, discussing your day and your plans for the week.

The food arrives, and you both dig in, savoring the flavors. You steal glances at Ellie, admiring the way the candlelight plays across her features, lighting up her freckles.

"This is really nice," you say, breaking the comfortable silence.

Ellie smiles, reaching across the table to take your hand. "It is," she agrees. "I'm glad we did this."

You squeeze her hand, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Me too," you say, meaning it with all your heart.

After dessert, Ellie excuses herself to the bathroom, and you take the opportunity to pay the bill. When she returns, you stand up from your seat, offering her your hand.

"Shall we go for a walk?" you ask, gesturing towards the door.

Ellie nods, and you step outside, the cool night air hitting your skin. You walk together, enjoying the quietness of the streets, and the way the moon casts a soft glow over everything.

You stop by a small park, and sit on a bench, watching the stars twinkle in the sky.

"This has been such a great night," Ellie says, as you lean your head on her shoulder.

"It really has," you agree, she places a soft kiss on the top of your head.

The two of you sit there, enjoying each other's company. You smile grateful that Ellie is with you.

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[adiduck]

Today's kiss for SaintSpy May hasn't been prompted, but I had an Idea you see :DDDDD That said, I am still working through the kisses I have received, and could always use more!

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56. Kiss as a disguise

Ethan isn’t entirely sure what’s happening right now.

It’s unfortunate, because he’s also thoroughly, thoroughly distracted.

He was in London on a fishing mission—a tip-off, a lead, a trail gone cold and more data to add to his growing pile of evidence, slowly taking shape into something much, much bigger than he thought could be possible right under the IMF’s nose—and headed off to a pub for the evening, for dinner and a little people watching while he wrote up his report and sent in his expenses. It was cool but not cold, the Autumn air crisp even mixed with the smells of a big city, and the sun was starting to hover over the tops of the buildings through the partial cloud cover—

And the next thing he knew, he’d been pushed into an alley, crowded up against the wall by a very familiar body, staring into eyes that are a shade of hazel he hasn’t quite seen before but look really nice with the dark curls framing his face.

“Kiss me,” says Ethan’s lover, and then he’s kissing Ethan without preamble, pressing up close and cupping his jaw as he absolutely devours Ethan’s mouth, deep and claiming and hungry. Ethan doesn’t even really have time to gasp before instinct kicks in and he’s drawing his partner in close, pressing his shoulders into the wall to grind forward into his partner’s leg, sucking on the tongue in his mouth hard enough to make the hips pressed to his stutter. He tries—vaguely—to pay attention to their surroundings, to the sounds on the street, but floundering like this, brain flipped zero to sixty, there was only so much even Ethan’s brain could take in. The sound of the street, and one of those hands slipping into Ethan’s coat, and the hard planes of strong muscle in his partner’s back, and that mouth, which really shouldn’t be allowed on a man—

There’s shouting coming down the street. Ethan zeros in on it even as he breaks the kiss to gasp, baring his throat for his partner to mark—turning his face away from the opening in the alley, okay, okay, Ethan’s starting to get an idea of what’s going on here—

A group of men run by, clearly armed, and don’t even look into the alley as Ethan’s lover sucks a hickey onto Ethan’s collar bone, shoves him a little further into and up against the wall. Rough, the way Ethan sometimes asks him for, and Ethan’s eyes roll back in his head as his thoughts stutter for just a moment at it—

“Clear,” Ethan gets out, as the men turn down the street from Ethan’s vantage point. His partner stops kissing Ethan’s neck, shoulders shaking as he laughs silently.

“Thank you,” he says, pulling back just a little bit. “You do catch up quick.”

Ethan grins. His partner’s lips are kiss-bruised and delicious, a flush high in his cheeks, pupils dilated behind the hazel. “I didn’t know you were in London,” he says. “Who was that?”

“My usual accompaniment of MI6 agents,” is the answer, along with a bit of a wink. “They catch up every once in a while.”

“Lucky I was in town, then,” Ethan says. “Or did you know that?”

That gets him a laugh. “Not everything is about you, Ethan,” he says. He’s got a light Irish accent today, curling around Ethan’s name like a caress.

Ethan raises an eyebrow. “A coincidence?”

“...Well,” his partner says. “Not that I came down here once I knew you were in town.”

It’s Ethan’s turn to laugh, and to take another kiss. “Well,” he says. “This is a bit late, but: what adventures are we facing today?”

“The sort that shouldn’t be attempted until after tea time,” is the immediate answer, followed by one more kiss.

“Mm,” Ethan says into it, and then “with whom do I have the pleasure?” as his partner pulls back.

“Arthel.” Arthel grins. “Named for the patron saint of exiles and kidnap victims.”

“Which, I note, you are not,” Ethan returns, grinning.

“Not yet,” Arthel says. “Though if you wanted to change that, Ethan Hunt, I wouldn’t be opposed—”

Ethan laughs, and pulls Arthel into another kiss. Yeah, he thinks. Alright. His expense reports can wait another evening.

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