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ghost-ghost-baby · 3 years

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We're Just Friends! (Omega!bakugo x alpha!reader x omega!Izuku) pt. 2/?

Pt. 1 / pt. 3

Lore: Once an Alpha reaches 21 they get their first rut, they’d either already have their mates or the rut will act as a push for them to get together and bond.

Summary: Reader and Katsuki have been friends for years, and everyone expects them to get together, until reader rescues an omega that lives in their building, and things get a touch more... complicated

Warnings: omegaverse, obviously, yandere themes, Izuku b showin that stalker side more and more, reader is still dense asf, Bakugo b MAD, hella swearing-

“Katsuki, can you let me go? I have class-“ Your words were met with a grunt, Katsuki only tightening his grip on you.

“C’mon, it’s just one class and I can come back right after and we can nap?” You sighed when he still didn’t respond, you didn’t want to hurt him, but you were already late. (You’d hit snooze on your alarm a few too many times, but you couldn’t bring yourself to push Katsuki off until you absolutely had to.)

“I’m sorry-“ you kissed his forehead, smiling at the faint purr he let out. Then you pinched his scent gland, and the omega was springing out of bed and snarling like a cat when you stepped on its tail.

“I know! I know! I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll run back!” You rushed to throw on a pair of jeans, stumbling around as you pulled them up. Katsuki only growled at you from the bed, watching you struggle with dark amusement, sleep still heavy on his mind.

“Text me if you need me to pick anything up on the way home!” You pressed a kiss to his forehead before you left, feeling slightly less guilty as his scent returned to its usual content aroma.

“Hey! L/n, wait up!” You were getting into the elevator when a familiar voice made you turn around, and you waved as Izuku ran down the hall, clutching his backpack like a lifeline.

“Midoriya! Hey! Where ya headed this early?” You pressed the ground button once he was finally in the elevator, biting the inside of your cheek when the elevator closed and you remembered just how potent his scent really was. It was fine, you could handle this, just a minute or two-

“Oh! I just got accepted into UA university! I’m doing forensic science!” Midoriya chirped, and you felt your jaw drop.

“No way! That’s my degree, what’re the odds!” You grinned, missing the way he relaxed when you didn’t suspect anything. “I can show you around if you want?” The elevator dinged and Midoriya beamed as the two of you stepped out.

“Oh really? Are you sure it’s not a bother?” His scent took on a slightly worried turn, and you were reassuring him without a second thought.

“Yeah it’s no bother at all! It’ll be nice to have someone in my classes, my friends and my roommate are doing music degrees so we don’t really have classes together!” The two of you fell into step perfectly, and you couldn’t help but flush when Midoriya walked so close your sides brushed together.

The walk to university had never seemed this short before, and the two of you were getting to class in what felt like record time. The two of you took a seat up the back, barely having time to get your books out before Mr. Aizawa entered, a thermos of coffee bigger than your head slammed down in the desk and the class shut up, the lecture beginning immediately.

“How did you find Mr. Aizawa?” You asked as soon as the two of you were outside, Midoriya had been totally engrossed in the lesson, filling five pages compared to your two. Hey, school had never been your strong point, and you wouldn’t have even made it through high school without Katsuki helping you study, even if he did yell at you for being stupid like, a lot.

“Oh the lesson was great! He seems kinda grumpy for a teacher, but he covers a lot of details and-“

“Hey, Y/n! Who’s the fresh meat! And why’s Bakugo in such a foul mood, what’d you do dude?” A familiar voice interrupted Midoriya, and you waved as Mina and Denki came into view, Denki’s arm slung around Mina’s shoulder.

“I didn’t know Katsuki had class today, why isn’t he with you guys?” You couldn’t help but frown, it wasn’t like Katsuki to not mention having a class, especially when it was in the morning like yours.

“Oh, Kiri and him had something to take care of!” Mina chirped, and a flash of something went through your heart… maybe Katsuki just didn’t want you as an alpha, and Kiri was all sorts of charming-

“L/n, don’t be rude, introduce us!” Mina was staring right at Midoriya, who had moved to stand slightly behind you.

“Oh right! Sorry! This is Izuku Midoriya, we ran into each other yesterday and then realised he lived right opposite Katsuki and I!” You ruffled the back of your hair nervously, and Midoriya couldn’t help but glance at your scent gland, your unmarked scent gland. So you and Kacchan hadn’t sealed the deal, huh? Perfect-

“Oh, he’s so cute! I’m Mina Ashido and this is my mate Denki Kaminari! What are you studying?” Midoriya seemed to relax next to you and you couldn’t help but smile, Mina was always so good at making people feel included.

“You know… you can call me by my first name, if you wanted.”

“Huh-?” Those words had you stumbling over your feet and almost face planting onto the pavement. That was a courting invitation- plain and simple, and your brain short circuited as you turned to face the omega. He couldn’t mean that, right, you’d only known him a day and you’d been far from charming and- was Midoriya holding a blanket?

“I know it’s kinda soon but being with you just feels right- and you’re such a good alpha I’m sure you have dozens of omegas you could choose from and I don’t even know when your birthday is but I couldn’t not say anything so maybe if you wanted to scent this blanket I could put it in my nest and we could start the courting process...“ Midoriya trailed off when you were still silent, eyes darting between him and the blanket and your mouth wide open in disbelief, and your happy scent pumping out in waves was the only thing stopping him from crying.

“M-Me? You want… me… to be your alpha-?” Your face went bright red as you finally processed what was happening, a warmth quickly spreading out from your chest. Katsuki briefly crossed your mind, but then you remembered he didn’t want you- and you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t want Midoriya.

“Mid- Izuku, sorry, I’d be honoured!”

“Bakubro- what do you think of f/ns new friend, have you met him yet?” Denki called when he and Mina finally found Katsuki and Kirishima outside one of the cafes next to the university, and the blonde almos dropped the bag of food he was holding.

“Ha- What the fuck do you mean new friend! They didn’t mention anything to me-!” Katsuki was already yelling, and Kirishima sighed as the omegas scent took on a burned tinge, waving in apology to the passer bys that frowned.

“Yeah, apparently he just moved into your building, too!” Mina continued, the two of them far from surprised by this reaction.

“What’s his fucking dynamic- if he’s the same asshole from last night I swear to god-“

“Oh… so you haven’t met him yet, he’s an omega and I’m sure you’ll like him!” Mina waved her hands as she tried to diffuse the situation. It almost did, until Katsuki remembered that scent from last night.

“What does… what does he look like?”

“Oh he’s short! Green hair that was kinda a mess but he had the cutest freckles-“ Mina started, giving Denki a light shove when he interrupted.

“And his eyes man! Biggest puppy dog eyes and they were the brightest green colour!” Katsukis blood went cold with each word, dread and rage quickly settling on his chest, and he could barely ask the next question.

“What’s his name?”

“Um I’m not sure- what do you reckon babe?” Denki turned to Mina and she frowned as she tried to remember.

“I think it was Izuku Midoriya!”

That was the nail in the coffin, an involuntary growl bubbling up in Katsuki’s chest as his vision went red. Why the fuck was Deku back?

You slowly opened the door to your apartment, frowning slightly when Katsukis scent was fainter than usual. He mustn’t have gotten home yet. You’d invited Izuku over to study, (you could really use the help, and he’d taken so many notes-)

“There’s the couch with the TV, or we could go to my room but it’s kinda small and-“

“Wow, Y/n, I thought you just invited me over to study-!” Your face went red at what Izuku was implying, and you were falling over yourself to insist you did just want to study and there weren’t any ulterior motives. Izuku was… slightly disappointed, but there’d be time for that later, so he merely took a seat on the couch and got his books out while you got the two of you a drink and some snacks. The lounge was smaller than his, but it was cozy, and the couch was far more comfortable than his. Plus, the whole place reeked like you and Kacchan, and it took everything Izuku had to stop himself purring, nothing had ever felt so right.

“I didnt know what you wanted so I just grabbed a variety, and I hope jasmine tea is okay? It’s my favourite and I’m kinda out of anything else- Katsukis meant to be doing a grocery run soon anyway-“ you set the tray down next to Izuku’s notebooks, plopping down on the couch with a sigh and taking a second before you grabbed your own books.

“Let’s get down to it then, huh?”

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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A Beach Day to Remember {Clyde Logan x Reader}

author’s notes: made it just under the wire for this week’s writer wednesday :) it’s a bit different from my usual writing MO, but I honestly had a blast with it and I’m decently pleased with how it turned out, actually. I wrote this late at night while I was half-asleep lol so sorry if it’s a little all over the place! thanks, as always, to @autumnleaves1991-blog for hosting & @clydesducktape for helping out! it’s such a great and fun weekly tradition!

warnings: fluff. humor. romance. beach fun. chair wrestling. a quick lil makeout session (nothing explicit).

no tw’s :)

word count: 2.2k

clyde’s taglist peeps! @goddessofsprings my general taglist peeps! @frank-and-honey @shygirl268 @icarusinthesea @gildedstarlight @mrs-zimmerman @soldmysoulagain @roseepossee @pascalisfairyy @I-can’t-draw-faces @ahsoka1 @safarigirlsp @babbushka

By some miracle, you’d convinced born-and-raised country boy Clyde Logan to accompany you to Miami Beach for a week. A whole week, you couldn’t believe it.

And...he actually bought a pair of swim trunks. Sure, they were a West Virginia Walmart buy, but hey, he bought a pair; you’ll take what you can get.

Who was this man and what has he done with Clyde Logan?

He’s never really been to the beach before, Mamma Logan didn’t like bein’ in the sun too long and Pappa wasn’t about to cross her, so this was his first time.

Your family used to vacation here every year, so you were relatively familiar with the notoriously rowdy town. The first evening and night consisted of you showing a wide-eyed Clyde around Miami’s bustling night life. But, when the sun came up the next morning, he was revving to get down to the beach.

You had to talk him down a bit there at first, convincing him to eat somethin’ for breakfast before spending a whole entire day in the sun ‘cause if he passes out, he’s on his own getting back to the condo.

“I’m gon’ go get changed fer the beach!” He says excitedly, clapping his hands together and doing a little jog over to the dresser the second you two get back from your sidewalk cafe breakfast.

You smile at his enthusiasm, trying to remember the last time you saw him so openly excited and smiley. After only a few moments of thought, you realize that you’ve never seen him quite like this before. But, you’re certainly taking a liking to vacation Clyde.

Both Mellie and Jimmy requested plenty of photos of, and this is a direct quote, “Clyde’s long, pasty-ass legs in swim shorts”, and you’re nothing if not accommodating...

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom, you quickly say “Smile!” and snap a picture of him in his leaf-pattern hunter green trunks. He frowns, striding over to where you’re standing.

“Hey now pumpkin, who’re ya sendin’ that off to?”

You giggle, typing out his sibling’s contacts into your messages. “Nobody...”

His eyes widen when he sees Jimmy and Mellie’s names. He tries to grab the phone away from you, but as he takes it, his palm accidentally nudges the little ‘send’ icon.

“G’damnit! I fuckin’ sent it to ‘em!”

You’re cracking up as he frantically tries to somehow un-send the message, despite you trying to repeatedly convince him that there’s literally nothing that can be done at this point; the message is permanent.

Almost immediately, the replies begin to pile in and Clyde quickly puts a hand over his face as your phone chimes continuously.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

“‘m never gonna hear the end ‘a this when we get back home.” He groans. “Now they got that picture forever and they’re never gonna stop showin’ it...Oh ma god, they’re gonna put it in our weddin’ slideshow, a-and our future kids ‘re gonna see it, and it’s gonna be shown at ma funeral...”

You laugh, shaking your head as you put your hands on his bare, freckle-painted chest. “Hon, I really wouldn’t worry that much about it. It’ll all blow over in a little bit, I promise. Plus, I now have evidence that you actually came to the beach with me. I have a feeling our future kids won’t believe me when I tell them this story someday.”

Clyde starts laughing, running his hands down the curve of your body before landing on your hips. He pulls you in for a kiss, moving his lips gently against yours.

Your face scrunches when he starts licking into your mouth and the bitter taste of zinc overwhelms your taste buds.

“Mmmm, mmm, Clyde?”

He pulls away, brows furrowed.

“Did you put some zinc on your lips?”

His cheeks turn pink and he looks away bashfully. “Oh, yeah, I did. ‘m sorry, I forgot ‘bout that.”

“It’s alright, no need to apologize.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “I love you.”

He smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead this time, rather than your lips.

“Love ya too, pumpkin.”

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Clyde’s like a kid at a candy store when he gets down to the beach, quickly putting the cooler down on the sand and dropping his chair down next to it. The sunglasses sit just above the bridge of his zinc-whitened nose as his head moves around to drink in the sights unfolding before him.

You giggle to yourself as you watch him, setting your beach bag down with the cooler before beginning to set up your chair. But your man quickly jumps in and insists on unfolding the chair for you even though, as you’ll soon find out, he has zero idea how to operate a folding beach chair. To be fair, it was one of those older-fashioned ones that had sustained quite a bit of rust.

“Now, how in the world...?” He grumbles, trying to unfold the stubborn thing. He tries just about every method he could think up, at one point he was trying to use his flip-flop equipped foot to aid in the unfolding process, but he still cannot get the damn chair open.

Eventually, a curious (and very entertained) bystander comes over and helps the two of you out with your chairs, and both of you thank them profusely before finally beginning your day at the beach. Clyde remains standing, continuing to look around at all the things happening on the beach while you lay back and open your book to begin reading.

After a bit of sunning time, you and Clyde head down to the water. You keep your feet in the cool water while he stands further in, little waves crashing mid-calf. He finds a nice shell and runs up to put it back at your little setup while you stay and watch as the natural push and pull of the ocean slowly buries your feet in the sand.

Suddenly, a flesh arm comes on your back and a metallic arm scoops behind your knees, lifting you up as you squeal.

“Clydeeee!”

He laughs, rushing into the water while holding you bridal-style, water splashing up all over both you and him with each of his massive strides. As soon as he knows he’s deep enough, he starts swinging you back and forth.

“One...Two...”

You’re in a fit of laughter, playfully hitting his chest. “Noooooo! Stooopppp!”

“Three!” Clyde tosses you into the blue-green water of the Atlantic as you screech, a big splash accompanying your collision with the surface.

You emerge a moment later, quickly rushing up and jumping into his arms, causing him to fall backwards into the water. He laughs when he resurfaces and splashes you in the face teasingly, to which you respond by doing the exact same thing.

“No more splashin’!” He says, chuckling to himself at the irony of his exclamation.

You laugh, splashing him one more time. “You’re the one that started it, you goof!”

“Now, let’s not play the blame game, pumpkin.” He smiles jokingly, then wraps his arms around your torso, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Both of you spend a bit more time in the water before heading back up to your chairs to dry off in the sun and re-apply sunscreen. Clyde ends up falling asleep, a few shells he found in the water spread out on the top of his thighs as he snoozes.

Only about fifteen minutes later, you look over and put a hand over your mouth to cover the giggles that come when you see that one of the shells has sprouted some legs in preparation for an escape attempt. The creature begins crawling and he starts squirming a bit at the ticklish sensation, clearly beginning to re-awaken from his early afternoon slumber.

When his eyes blink open and he looks down, he gasps, launching backwards in his chair. Unfortunately, the old-school beach chair already struggles to hold his massive form, so when he jumps back, the chair gives out and breaks clean in half, sending Clyde back into the sand.

The poor crab is thrust into the sand, but it’s alright, quickly crawling back towards the ocean. You immediately stand up, trying not to laugh too hard until you know he’s completely alright.

“Oh my fuck...Clyde! Are you okay, hon?”

He nods, chuckling softly. “’m alright, though I can’t say the same for this here chair, though.”

You giggle, helping him sit back up in the sand. When he’s fully sat up, he’s still smiling and laughing, shaking his head.

“Well, I suppose I owe the condo owners a new beach chair.”

A full, active day at the beach has you pretty fucking exhausted when you two finally head back up to the condo around four in the afternoon. You take a quick cat nap while Clyde showers, then you hop in and wash off the day’s sunscreen and sand.

While you’re in the shower, Clyde rifles through his duffle and pulls out a little velvet box, popping it open to expose the glittering diamond ring that sits on a little pillow. He smiles at the sight, knowing that tonight’s the night he’s finally gonna ask you to be his forever.

He’s been waiting for the right moment for a short while now, and after the fun y’all had at the beach today and the sunset beach walk he’s planning to take you on before your fancy dinner reservations later this evening...he can’t think of a more perfect time to do it.

You step out of the bathroom and Clyde scrambles to quickly tuck the ring box into his khaki pants pocket. He smooths his hands over the fabric before standing up, face breaking out into a wide smile when he sees the beautiful sundress you’ve got on.

“You’re so beautiful, pumpkin.” He says, smiling as he walks up to you, hands on your hips. “Always so, so beautiful.”

Your expression stretches into a bright, genuine smile as you get up on your tiptoes for a kiss. “Thank you, Clyde. You look awfully handsome yourself this evening.”

“Oh, well, thank ya, darlin’.” His cheeks grow red as he looks down for a moment, shoving his hands down in his pockets. “So, do ya wanna go on a sunset walk ‘fore our reservations?”

You agree, and the two of you head back down to the beach. His fingers fiddle with the little box in his pocket as you walk along the beach. Soon, you reach an old lifeguards stand, painted in brilliant mint green and flamingo pink colors. The ‘No Lifeguard on Duty’ paint is still visible, even after some seeming wear and tear to the outside of the building.

The sun’s touching down on the horizon line as he guides you up onto the old structure’s small front deck, and you lean over the railing together as the sun sinks down.

Your head turns to look over at your beloved boyfriend, admiring the way the sherbet sky reflects off of and compliments his alabaster skin. God he’s beautiful, you think to yourself for what has to be the millionth time in your three years of dating Clyde. He’ll forever be the most beautiful man in your eyes.

He turns to you then, standing up with a shaky hand reaching out to take yours. “Uh, Y/N, there’s somethin’...somethin’ I wanna do ‘fore we head off to dinner.”

You nod, eyebrows furrowing.

“Sure, hon. Are you alright, though? You’re shaking a bit.”

“’m alright, pumpkin.”

Clyde nods and then, he sinks down onto one knee, wobbling a bit as he adjusts to the new position. He steadies shortly after and then, he pulls the box out of his pocket and opens it up, exposing the ring he spent hours picking out for you.

You’re in shock, hands over your mouth as he smiles up at you, tears already forming in his eyes.

“Y/N, I-I knew when I first met ya that you were gon’ be the woman I wanted to s...spend the rest of ma life with. Y-Yer so funny ‘n kind ‘n so, so beautiful; yer just...yer perfect, p-pumpkin.”

You feel the tears beginning to spill out of the corners of your eyes as he continues, tears now running down his cheeks as well.

“I love y-ya more than life itself, Y/N, an’ I...I wanna spend the rest of ma livin’ days on this planet by yer side. Will ya...will ya marry me?”

Time seems to stand still for Clyde, then, his nerves overwhelming and overtaking his entire being. The seconds between his final word and your response are some of the longest and most anxious seconds of his life, but damnit, they were well worth it.

“Yes, Clyde, yes. O-Of course I’ll marry you.” You say, smiling as he stands to pull you in for a passionate kiss.

He’s overjoyed, really, heart racing but in the best possible way. You said yes. You’re gonna be his wife, his Mrs. Logan.

“God, I love ya.” Clyde whispers against your lips, pulling the ring from its place on the delicate pillow. “I love ya so, so much, Y/N.”

“I love you t-too, Clyde.” You smile, holding your left hand out for him to slip the ring onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit, and you immediately pull him in for a hug. “I can’t wait to marry you, hon, can’t wait to become Mrs. Logan.”

He grins widely, pressing another few kisses onto your lips.

“Mrs. Y/N Logan, ma beautiful wife, ma forever partner.”

You nod, sniffling softly.

“Your forever partner.”

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 3 years

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Happiness Continues

Part 8: 27 Weeks Pregnant

Summary: The guys and their wives take a drive up to Dallas for a Creation convention. The weekend goes great until an uninvited guest shows up.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 6.4K+

Warnings: Language, angst, stalker scenarios, psuedo-kidnapping

Author’s Note: I know this was uber delayed, but school... anyway I hope it lives up to your expectations. Congrats to @waywardbeanie @jensengirl83 and @akshi8278 on getting your questions into the fic and a huge thank you to everyone that participated. I wish I could have put all the questions in but it would have just been too long of a chapter. But please know I really do appreciate you all. The song sung in this chapter is by The Highwomen called Crowded Table, check it out if you’ve not heard it before. And of course many thank you’s to @emoryhemsworth for being the best beta xo Alex

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The sound of ice dropping from the refrigerator and into the metal thermos clanged around the kitchen. Once she was satisfied with the amount in her water bottle, she topped it off with water. As she turned around, screwing the lid into place, the soft hums of her husband could be heard as he came out of their bedroom, their suitcases trailing behind him.

“You know,” she started, the humming coming from her partner reminding her of something, “you still haven’t told me what song you chose to sing tonight.”

“And you know I told you it was a surprise,” he replied, placing the luggage out of the way and coming to stand next to her at the island.

“I hate surprises.”

“No, you don’t.” Dimples formed on his cheeks as he kept his smile tight-lipped, his wife rolling his eyes at her.

“Please! Just tell me,” she jutted out her lower lip in a vain attempt at mocking her brother’s puppy-eyed look.

“Fine, I chose “Having My Baby,’” Jensen sighed, his shoulders sagging.

“You did not! Please tell me you are kidding.”

“What’s wrong with Paul Anka? That song is a classic.” The actor stood up taller, his voice growing defensive.

“I hope to god you are kidding because believe me when I say that if you so much as mention your ‘seed’ in front of hundreds of fans, I’m taking this baby and I’m leaving.” Y/n pointed to the still-growing bump attached to her abdomen before flicking it towards the door, the most serious expression written on her face.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be? Fine,” Jensen cleared his throat, and she knew it was coming before he even had the chance to open his mouth again. “The need inside you, I see it showin’, oh, the seed inside you, baby, do you feel it growin’—”

Y/n’s hands flew to her ears, the ‘la, la, la’ falling from her lips in an attempt to drown him out. His face split into a wide grin as he snatched her wrists and pulled his wife into his chest, placing a soft kiss to her nose before her lips.

“You’d be so lucky, baby, but no, it’s a surprise. You will find out tonight, so let it go.” Jensen released her from his grip as the security system chimed. It noted movement near the garage door just before the couple heard the voice of her brother coming from the other end of the house.

“Let’s go, Ackles, we’ve got three antsy kids in the car and need to hit the road pronto!” Y/n snatched her backpack and water bottle from the counter as Jensen grabbed their bags and headed towards the garage. The guys took the bags to stuff them in the trunk as Y/n set the house alarm.

Jensen pulled open the passenger side rear door to the Padalecki’s SUV, helping his wife into her seat before climbing in the front passenger seat. They greeted Jared’s kids as the family set out on the road towards Dallas and the Supernatural convention.

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The sign that flew by on the side of the highway indicated that Dallas was about eighty miles out still, giving them at least another hour until they made it. The kids had long since fallen asleep in the backseat, their bellies full of snacks and their distractions in hand. Y/n glanced back at them before digging out the bag of Goldfish she had packed for her snack. Before she could even get it completely open, her husband’s hand appeared between the side of the vehicle and the seat, palm up. The woman chuckled before dumping a handful into his hand. He transferred the crackers to his left hand before returning his right to its original place to rest it on her calf. Jensen ran his fingers up and down her leg, the action soothing to both of them.

From the seat next to her, Y/n could see her sister-in-law turned to her, a knowing grin on her face. For being an actress, Gen sure did have an awful poker face.

“What?”

“Nothing, I’m just really happy you two found each other,” the smile on Gen’s face growing wider as she spoke, the eyes of the men in the front seats flickering back to her. Jared glanced over from the driver’s seat just quick enough to see what Gen was referring to. There was a twitch of a smile on his face too before he covered it up to fake a gag. “Speaking of, how was Toronto?”

“Oh, I’m in love with Toronto!” Y/n gushed, her mind going back to the trip she made to visit her husband on set. Because of the break-in, they were making up filming days and he couldn’t get away, so the couple decided to celebrate their first anniversary together with her going to visit him. “The city is so beautiful, albeit not as beautiful as Vancouver, but there is just something about it. It reminds me of New York a lot, but like, cleaner.”

“You two had a good weekend?”

“We did. Jensen took me to Alo for dinner, and I know I’m pregnant, but it was the best food I’ve ever had in my life. I wanted to take the chef home with me.” Thinking back to the dish she had, Y/n ran a hand across her abdomen, the memory of her baby coming to life after the meal making her smile to herself.

“I believe you, even if there is something about being pregnant that just makes everything taste better,” Gen giggled along with her sister-in-law, the two of them sharing a secret that their husbands would never understand. “I’m glad you had a good time with what you had.”

“Well, either way, I was going into my third trimester. I was not up for some extravagant trip across the globe. My back hurts too much to pretend to be relaxed.” As she thought about the way her body had continued to change as the finish line came onto the horizon, it was like her body throbbed in response. The makeup artist flexed her limbs, rolling out the kinks from sitting for too long in one position.

“I’m sorry girl, but it only gets worse from here,” Gen scrunched her nose, wishing she could tell her anything but the truth.

Y/n sighed, the action rolling through her whole body, “I was afraid of that.”

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Clif was waiting at the back doors to the convention center of the Hilton where Creation was hosting their convention this weekend. He was there to escort them all inside as well as stay with Gen and Y/n during the show. Creation provided their own security for Jensen and Jared, so Clif was more than happy to spend time with his favorite girls. They were running a tad late, having hit traffic after dropping the kids off with Jensen’s parents who had graciously offered to babysit.

“Hey, kid,” Clif greeted Y/n with a bear hug once they were inside, his large arms engulfing her and squeezing tight. “Let me look at ya.”

Y/n stepped back as he released her, running a hand over her now unmistakable bump to emphasize it underneath her maternity clothes. “Not much of a kid anymore.”

“No, you aren’t, are ya? Went and let this idiot over here corrupt you.” Clif locked his arm around Jensen’s neck, bringing him into his chest to ruffle his hair with the opposite hand. The group laughed and Jensen struggled to get out of his hold, his hands immediately flying to fix his hair once Clif relented.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Jared,” Jensen scowled at his friends, who shared a look and a shrug. He took his wife’s hand and moved to continue down the hall before pausing to turn back. “And I’ll have you know, she was already corrupted when I got ahold of her. All I had to do was sit back and enjoy the ride.”

A gasp of her husband’s name fell from her open mouth as he tossed everyone a wink and pulled Y/n deeper into the hotel. Her surprise morphed into a giggle as he pulled her along, her cheeks flaring with residual embarrassment. Her family was bound to push him too far one of these days, and she was just waiting for him to drop some sort of bomb on their unsuspecting ears. She just hadn’t anticipated it would be today.

Jensen had been in a particularly good mood since that morning. Y/n couldn’t place whether it was the excitement of being at a convention again or if it was being home, but whatever had him smiling like an idiot she was thankful for. Jensen’s attitude had always been infectious, and right now she was thriving off of it, the joy of being able to make her forget about her swollen ankles and face. It was nice to be in the moment for once.

Louden Swain was already starting their soundcheck on the main stage as she and Jensen entered the hall. Y/n let Jensen go and went to sit in the chairs in the front row to watch them busy themselves around the stage. She was alone until Clif, Jared, and Gen caught up and joined her in the seats. It didn’t take long for the band to run through everything with all their guest stars who would be performing with them. Jensen did a quick verse from “Like A Wrecking Ball” before also joining those that were in the audience.

The fans could be heard already outside the doors to the hall, their excitement palpable even from a couple of hundred feet away. Not that she blamed them, Louden Swain always put on an amazing show, as did the rest of the cast who chose to join them. Her husband was obviously her favorite to watch; the rough honey trickle of his voice had a way of splitting her soul in half. After that, she was obsessed with watching Briana. The woman was a powerhouse and had a way of captivating everyone watching her. It was no secret that she often found herself on YouTube watching Bri and her husband dueting “Shallow,” making it her most-watched video by far.

Everyone was escorted to the green room while fans filled the hall, then Clif escorted them back to watch from the sidelines once the lights went down. They took a seat in the chairs that had been put aside for them against the wall, joining in the squeals of the audience when the guys took the stage.

Louden Swain captivated everyone with their songs and stage presence, as per usual, but when Rob introduced Jensen onto the stage, it was like a train had just rammed into the wall of the hotel. She could feel the floor shaking underneath the insanity that ripped through his fans in the seats of the audience.

“Well, good evening Dallas!” Jensen bounded on the stage, the leather jacket he was wearing somehow looking that much better in the lights of the stage. The Texan pulled Rob into a tight hug before taking his place in front of the microphone stand. The stubble that had arrived in just a few days of not shaving was more evident on his jaw and neck as he craned it sideways to work the stand up to his height. Y/n had to admit he looked absolutely scrumptious.

“I’ve got a new song for you guys tonight that the guys have been so gracious to learn for me.” Jensen paused for the screams from the crowd before continuing his introduction. “This one is for my wife. I love you, honey.” He cast his eyes to where she was seated, watching the smile that spread across his features and letting it calm her anxious heart.

You can hold my hand

When you need to let go

I can be your mountain

When you're feeling valley-low

I can be your streetlight

Showing you the way home

You can hold my hand

When you need to let go

I want a house with a crowded table

And a place by the fire for everyone

Let us take on the world while we’re young and able

And bring us back together when the day is done

Jensen’s foot tapped against the stage as he found his groove in the first verse. Almost instantly, Y/n recognized the opening chords to the song making her heart flutter in her chest. She’d first discovered this song before they’d even found out they were expecting. There was an instant connection to the lyrics, and in typical Y/n fashion, she had played the song on repeat until she knew the lyrics backward and forwards. She really couldn’t believe he’d remembered it.

If we want a garden

We’re gonna have to sow the seed

Plant a little happiness

Let the roots run deep

If it’s love that we give

Then it’s love that we reap

If we want a garden

We're gonna have to sow the seed

After everything the two of them had been through the past few months, the lyrics falling from his lips brought tears to her eyes. She chose to completely ignore the fact that she was pregnant. This was his way of reminding her of that night and the promise he’d made. The actor was more than ready to start a family with her, and he would keep reminding her until he ran out of breath.

The door is always open

Your picture’s on my wall

Everyone’s a little broken

And everyone belongs

Yeah, everyone belongs

I want a house with a crowded table

And a place by the fire for everyone

Let us take on the world while we’re young and able

And bring us back together when the day is done

If Y/n thought that the screams that greeted Jensen on the stage were deafening, it had nothing on the roar that now filled the hall, never mind the thrumming of her heart in her chest. She was sure time had stopped. Her husband blew a kiss to the audience before bowing off stage. It was his disappearance from before the mic that had on her feet without a second thought, chasing after him behind the stage and to the green room.

She burst through the doors, her eyes meeting his as he turned to the sound of the latch. Without a second thought to the others in the room, the pregnant woman launched herself into her husband’s arms. Both of them dug their faces into the embrace, knowing just what the other needed at that moment.

“You’re right, I did love this surprise,” she mumbled against his neck. Jensen ran a hand down her hair, his arms instinctively squeezing her tighter to him as she spoke.

“Anything for you, babe.”

****

Behind the scenes of conventions was far less exhilarating for the guests than it was for the fans attending. It was quiet in the green room, most people eating or napping in between events they were to attend, which was why Y/n and Gen chose to stay behind the next morning and let the kids sleep in as much as possible. The guys were up at the crack of dawn to get to the hotel in time for the gold panel, and neither wanted to deal with pulling three little ones out of bed that early.

It was nearly midday by the time the girls had wrangled the kids into the car and to the hotel. Clif met them at the back door much like he had done the night before, ready to escort them wherever they wanted to go. When they arrived in the green room, the guys were off to their respective photo op rooms.

The kids took center stage when they got there, livening up the room in an instant. Odette fed off the attention far more than her brothers did but being the youngest, that didn’t come as a shock to anyone. Y/n wanted to hit the vendor’s room before her husband got back and they had to be on stage for the main panel. There were often hidden gems at some of the booths and she wanted to support the small business that set up there. She invited Gen to join her, and naturally, Odette wanted to tag along. The two of them left the boys in the capable hands of Kim and Briana before grabbing Clif and heading out.

The room was bustling with people who were in between activities when they entered. Y/n picked up the small girl and put her on her hip so she could keep better track of her, not that Odette protested. They made their way to a booth surrounded by original artwork. Most of the displayed pieces were Supernatural related, but there were a few other pieces that encompassed other shows and movies, as well as art that encompassed just about anything else. Y/n got the artist’s information, intending to order an original piece from her.

From there, it didn’t take long for the room to realize who had joined them. The hushed whispers of the con attendees could be heard as they moved on to a shop that sold handmade jewelry. Luckily the looming presence of Clif was enough to keep people at bay. He was very good at subtly guiding those who dared to walk up to them away from the scene. Right now they preferred peace and would greet some people once they were finished looking.

Gen bought something from the jeweler for Odette, seeing as once the toddler set her mind to something, she was relentless. Then the trio moved on to a few more booths before acknowledging the fans in the room. Clif took Odette from Y/n while the wives talked with some people in the room. There were many congratulations and asks for photos which Y/n politely declined while Gen agreed.

With a glance at her watch, Y/n signaled to Gen it was time to head back. They said goodbye to the fans and headed back to the green room. Jared and Jensen were back already when they entered, eating a quick snack before they had to go back on stage.

Jensen pushed his chair back from the table when he spotted his wife. He patted his thigh as she made her way towards him and she took a tentative seat in his lap. The actor placed a kiss on the underside of her jaw before offering her the food on his plate. She decided on a carrot, biting into the hard vegetable as her husband spoke.

“I missed you this morning.”

“I know, I missed you too. Still hate waking up to an empty bed,” she frowned, tossing the other half of the carrot in her mouth.

“Just a few more weeks, then I’m done and it’s just you, me, and this baby,” Jensen promised, resting his large hand over her growing abdomen. He ran his thumb over the swell of her stomach as she contemplated his words.

“Promise?” She cocked her head, knowing full well he intended every word. Before he could answer, the Creation handlers appeared to grab the boys and bring them to the stage.

“Promise,” he kissed her again before urging her off his lap so they could head out. Gen rounded up the kids to go and Jared picked up his daughter to carry her out to the show. Jensen and Y/n walked hand in hand down the back hallway until they had to go separate ways. Jared handed Odette over to his wife and they were off to get show-ready.

The girls and the kids followed behind Clif and took the empty seats in the front row far off on the right side of the stage, the lights lowering just as they were getting settled. Rob and Rich appeared and did their usual bit before introducing the boys onto the stage.

Watching them together was something Y/n always enjoyed. The two actors played off of each other so well and never failed to make her chuckle. Especially now, she loved that after everything that had happened, their relationship was not hindered. They were truly brothers on and off camera, and Y/n couldn’t ask for anything better.

Jensen went to his usual chair on the right side of the stage, pulling it more forward and center before sitting down as the crowd continued to cheer for them. Jared followed suit, spinning his chair around and putting as close to Jensen’s as was humanly possible. Her husband frowned and leaned away from Jared, who only played along and leaned into his best friend.

Jensen brought the mic to his lips and scowled, “Dude, why are you so close to me?”

“Cause we’re family now, officially bonded by blood,” Jared retorted, still trying to lean into Jensen as he continued to pull away. The older man rolled his eyes at his brother-in-law’s antics but couldn’t fight the smile on his face as the crowd cheered at Jared’s words.

“Don’t remind me.” Jared leaned into Jensen, whispering something in his ear before the pair shared another laugh. Jared spun around and started the questioning. They got a few typical questions about Supernatural and the final season, nothing too crazy, but one specifically piqued Y/n’s interest.

The girl asking the question stood not even twenty feet from her at the mic on the right side of the room. “My question is for Jensen.” Her voice was steady, but she was looking at her feet as she spoke. “Now that you are on The Boys, the show has far more carnage than Supernatural, and you have said in the past that you dislike being covered in fake blood, so I was wondering if you have come to terms with it, or has your hatred only grown?”

Jensen threw his head back in laughter at her question, surprised that he hadn’t been asked it before today. “Well, you are right, I have not been shy about my contempt of stage blood, but nowadays I do find it far less annoying than I once did. I think I got over it filming season fifteen. There is nothing like staring at a beautiful woman to take your mind off of the stickiness. Y/n was a great distraction.”

“Alright, that’s my baby sister you are talking about,” Jared faked a gag before dropping his mic in his usual fashion as the crowd let out a collective ‘awe.’ Jensen shrugged before moving on to the next question. He rounded to the next fan on the opposite side of the stage.

“Hi,” the boys said in unison, bright smiles on their faces for the girl.

“First of all, I want to congratulate Jensen on the pregnancy. So, my question is for Jensen and Jared. Jensen, since you learned about the pregnancy, has your perception of life and love changed, and if so, how? And for Jared, being a father yourself, what are some things or advice you would like to share with Jensen? How has becoming a dad changed you? Thank you!” The girl stuttered around her words, her nerves of having the guy’s undivided attention seeping through her voice.

“What?!” Jared dropped his jaw as he turned his head back to look at his brother in law in the seat next to him. “You’re pregnant?”

Jensen leaned back in his chair and ran a hand down his torso, “Do you think I’m showing yet?”

“No dude, you look good, women everywhere hate you.” The duo fell into a fit of laughter, their heads were thrown back in unison at their stupid joke. Naturally, the whole crowd joined in. How could one not when those two were cracking up? It was infectious.

“I’m sorry about my friend here. Thank you, we are very excited.” Jensen leaned around Jared to smile at the fan that stood with a Random Acts volunteer’s arm around her shoulders. “As for your question, it didn’t really hit me until we heard the baby’s heartbeat for the first time. Anyone who has kids knows how important that moment is. I never thought I could love my wife more than I already did, but there is something about looking at the woman you love carrying your child. It’s a completely different kind of connection to another human being. As for our baby, well, she was just a flicker on the screen then, but I knew there was nothing I wouldn’t do for that flicker.”

“Y/n is gonna kill you later for saying ‘she,’” Jared cut in, but Jensen just smirked knowingly. The man always had to cut the emotion with a joke, something the pair of them had in common. Life was too short to always be so serious anyway.

“Well, what about you dad?”

“What are you talking about?”

“She asked you a question too, so answer it,” Jensen reminded his costar, much to the amusement of everyone around them.

“Oh yeah. Well, I’ve given Jensen tons of advice. He’s constantly coming to me for my superior wisdom.” Jensen frowned behind him, his eye roll visible even from the back of the room. “Nah, but in all seriousness, the best piece of advice I could ever give him would be to just be there for your wife, whatever she needs. She just gave you a child, the least you could do is get her some water and snacks during feedings.”

In the shadows of the audience, Gen leaned over to Y/n, whispering in her ear, “I think he’s done that maybe twice.” Y/n laughed along with her friend, knowing full well that sounded just like Jared.

“Being a dad has taught me an abundance of patience and understanding. While they are your kids, they are also humans with real feelings and thoughts. It’s important to listen to your children, and I mean really listen to them. It’s not easy some days, but what they’ll remember in twenty years is whether mom and dad were there or not, so that’s what’s most important to me.” The girl whispered a shaky ‘thank you’ to the guys before they moved on. There were more questions about Supernatural, Walker, and The Boys, but what Y/n didn’t expect was another question regarding her, the words cutting her like ice as they left the fan’s mouth.

"Now that Y/N is pregnant, how hard is it being away from her while filming? How do you handle the emotions of being away from your wife in this kind of situation?" The fan had a bright smile on her face as she asked a question that was sure to have the fans falling even more in love with her husband and the amazing man he was.

Gen’s hand fell on her shoulder as she noticed her sister-in-law’s body tense, awaiting the answer from the actor on stage. Jensen turned his gaze to her, offering a small smile to her before turning back to the fan.

“It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I feel like I’m dumping everything on her shoulders and leaving her to figure it out alone, and I hate that. You know, I made a promise to her on our wedding day that I would always be there for her, and I feel like I’m breaking that promise. On the nights that the baby is rolling around and not letting her get any sleep, she will FaceTime me to show me, and anyone who’s ever seen this knows it’s just as cool as it is creepy when it looks like the kid is trying to escape from her stomach.” Jared nodded in agreement alongside him as the audience laughed at his admission. “My heart clenches in those moments because I know there are a hundred other moments that I don’t get to be there for, but even more so that my wife doesn’t get to have me next to her for. I know it’s just as hard on her, experiencing all these new milestones alone. We are both just very lucky that she has Jared and Gen so close. Those two have been her rock through this whole thing.”

“If there is anyone who can handle it, it’s Y/n,” Jared cut in, sensing his friend’s growing discomfort. “My sister is one of the strongest women I know, so don’t worry about her too much, Jay.”

“Right, yes my mistake, what was I thinking worrying about my pregnant wife?” The shorter Texan played up his words with a stiff nod of his head, much to the enjoyment of the crowd. The guys thanked the fan for her question just as Rob and Rich came back on stage, starting up the last question song. Y/n excused herself then to go to the restroom, assuring Clif she’d be okay and she would be right back, imploring him to stay with Gen and the kids.

The pregnant woman slipped past Creation security near the stage to the hall that led to the bathrooms. She sped down the hall on her toes, the urgency not hitting her until she stood up. Her mind was focused on getting to the bathroom, unconcerned about anything else until she was inside the first open stall. Y/n took care of her business, coming out of the stall to a figure standing directly across from her at the sinks. Her eyes trailed up the broad person who had their back to her until she met their eyes in the mirror.

“No!” The gasp left her lips, her feet instinctively stepping backward until her back hit the stall.

“Hi, Y/n,” the man’s voice was rough, the sound of grating against every nerve in her body. It perfectly matched the smirk that he held as he turned to face her, the same smirk that had been haunting her dreams for weeks now. The woman swallowed around the lump in her throat as her pulse rose, the thrum of it beating behind her ears.

“How?” It was the only thing she could force past her lips as her mind raced through all the possible outcomes of this encounter. If anything, she was trying to buy time until someone came looking for her, but she had no idea how long that could be.

“I expected a hello, but I guess I can’t really blame you,” the guy shrugged, his nonchalance unsettling Y/n even more than she already was. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time now.”

“Waiting for me?”

“It was only a matter of time before we found our way to each other,” he took a step closer to Y/n, her heart skipping in her chest at the action. No matter how frightened she was at this moment, Y/n refused to back down. Instead, she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin at the man.

“Wh-what do you want?” Her tongue tripped over her words and the woman fought to control her breaths, letting the air out slowly through her nose as she refused to look away from the stalker across from her.

“I want you. It’s always been you. For years I’ve waited for you to come to your senses about that actor you call your husband, but it seems you may need a little push,” he explained as his feet began to pace in a line, cutting off her only route to the door of the bathroom, to her freedom.

“Excuse me?” Y/n was genuinely confused now, her adrenaline-soaked brain struggling to comprehend what he was telling her.

“He’s all wrong for you. The bastard married you and ran off to Canada the second he could, leaving you to tend to his house, and now look at you, knocked up with his spawn and he still could give a rat’s ass about you.” The man’s voice was rising in tone as he became agitated, with what exactly she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t want to stick around to find out.

“My husband loves me—”

“No!” He rounded on her, his pacing halted as he looked at her. “He’s poison. He doesn’t care about you or your career, he only cares about what you can do for him, but me? I’ve been your number one fan since the beginning. With me, your possibilities are limitless. Nobody could stop us.”

It was now even more apparent to her at that moment that this guy was far more unhinged than she had originally thought. He believed with every fiber of his being that what he was saying was the truth, she could see it in the fire raging behind his eyes. It was the same fire that had her biting her tongue from firing back. She had more than just herself to think about in this situation, and she had no one way of knowing how he would react, but she also knew that staying in that bathroom was not an option either.

It was now or never. He was no longer pacing across her escape route, and she wasn’t that far from the door. If she could at least get on the other side of it, she could create a commotion to draw attention. The second his eyes flickered from her own, she leaped into action, setting her focus on the door, and only the door. As her fingers wrapped around the handle, she felt his rough grip on her bicep. She was only able to get the door open a fraction of an inch, but it was enough. Her frantic eyes met with the shocked ones of Gen and Clif on the other side of the door.

“Damn it!” He hollered as he yanked her back. The door didn’t even have time to close before Clif was pushing his way into the bathroom after her, watching as Y/n stumbled and nearly fell on her ass from the force of the stranger’s pull.

“Alright, let her go,” Clif’s voice was calm and demanding as he assessed the scene in front of him. “Don’t make this worse for you than it already is.”

“You make it sound so easy,” the guy chuckled dryly, the sound of it finally breaking whatever false sense of confidence Y/n had created. Preparing for a struggle, she squeezed her eyes shut, the action sending the welled up tears cascading down her cheeks.

“It is that easy. Because trust me, if you hurt her, it will be the last thing you ever do.” The sound of the bathroom door opening again had her opening her eyes, a few of Creation’s security guards filing in to back up Clif. Knowing he was outnumbered, the man roughly released his grip on Y/n’s arm. The pregnant woman scrambled away from him, past security, and out into the hallway.

“Y/n...” The sudden grip around her wrist startled the traumatized woman, her body reacting against it until her gaze met the familiar green eyes of her husband. Her body relaxed in an instant, throwing her into his arms as a sob racked through her body. Jensen squeezed his wife in his arms, holding her shaking frame close to his chest as she let out all her emotions. He shared a look with Jared before burying himself into her as well, just as relieved to have her back as she was to be free.

It had only been about thirty seconds since Gen had come running back from checking on Y/n to tell them that something was wrong, but it was all it took. He felt his heart sink as he looked at the fear in Gen’s eyes. He and Jared were up from their chairs like lightning, allowing their long legs to get them to the bathroom with security hot on their tail. It killed him to have to wait outside, but he knew it was the best chance of getting her out of there safely, so he bit his tongue and did as he was told. None of that mattered now anyway, she was safe in his arms, and that was the most important thing.

It felt like an eternity later when the cops showed up, taking the place of the unarmed security detail. They emerged with the guy in cuffs, a deep scowl on his face as he was carted out of the hotel, Clif and the security following behind.

“Clif, what the fuck happened?!” Jensen growled, fury about the day’s events creeping upon him, seeing the guy that had his hands on his wife only fanning the fire in his belly.

“I’m sorry, Jensen—” Clif's words were cut off by the raging actor.

“You’re sorry? You were supposed to be protecting her!” Y/n lifted her head from her husband’s shoulder, using the back of her sleeve to wipe away the tears and snot from her face. The man’s whole body was tense, the anger rolling off of him of barely perceptible vibrations.

“Hey, Jay,” she put her hands on his face, making him look at her. Reluctantly, he tore his gaze from Clif to look at his wife, his face softening as he took in her fragile state. “It’s not his fault. I told him to stay with Gen.”

“Y/n/n...”

“No. Clif is not to blame right now and you know it,” Y/n lowered her voice, the little bit of sternness she was able to muster dissipating. “You’re scared and I am too, but don’t take that out on him.” Jensen nodded at her, leaning in to kiss her forehead with trembling lips.

“I’m sorry, Clif,” Jensen breathed, his eyes opening slowly to look back up at his long time friend. Still trying to come to his senses over what had just happened, he had one arm around his wife, refusing to break contact with her. The fear of being out of control was still too overpowering.

“It’s okay, I understand.” The two men shared a nod. Emotions were still on high, and everyone needed a moment to take in the events that had just transpired. Before anything else could be said, one of the cops cut through the tense scene playing out in the middle of the hotel hallway. He had a concerned look on his face, but he had a job to do too.

“Ma’am, can I ask you a couple of questions?”

Main Panel Timestamps x/x

Part 9: 35 Weeks Pregnant

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54. I’m not sure what you think I said, but you start calling me an asshole and whip a ruler at me and somehow, we both end up in detention

Indruck, sfw, please?

Here you go! Content note: spiders appear at one point.

I based some of this AU--namely the concept of the Crucible and how magic is channeled--on the Carry On series by Rainbow Rowell. And Duck is trans in this, because any good wizarding school is inclusive.

After three years at Amnesty Academy, Duck is used to the objects being magically propelled through the air. But a ruler zipping through the air and smacking the back of his head is a new, unpleasant experience.

He tracks it to two chairs to his left, the new third year with the silver hair. He hasn’t even been here a day, what the fuck the is his problem?

“Hey, what the hell man?”

“You know very well what.”

“Uh, no I don’t, and I don’t appreciate bein hit with a fuckin ruler!”

“The maybe think before you insult someone next time!”

“I didn’t fuckin insult you! I don’t even know your name!”

“Ahem.” Ned, their Charms professor, looks down at them reproachfully, “gentlemen, while I know the review of Zone of Truth is rather dull, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t entertain yourselves with mindless conflict.”

“Sorry, Ned.” Duck mumbles, sending his pencil shooting below desk level to whack the other guy in the leg at the exact same moment he whips his pen at Duck’s hand.

“OW!”

Ned sighs, “I hate to do this, but-”

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“Detention! Lovely, my first day here and I’m in trouble. Thank you so much, Duck Newton, for landing us here.”

“You started it!” He growls as they take their seats. God, he hopes this isn’t one of Woodbridge’s days.

“Huh, only two.” Mama wipes her boots on the mat, closes the door behind her, “Afternoon, Duck. And…”

“Indrid.” Says his nemesis, “It is nice to meet you Professor C-” he cocks his head, “you really prefer I call you ‘Mama?’”

“Yep. Never could get behind that more formal stuff. Let some of the first years call me ‘Ms. Mama’ if they really need to feel like they’re showin some deference.”

Mama is deputy Headmistress of Amnesty. The only reason she’s not fully in charge is that she’s not a witch and some families object to that. So The Quell technically runs the school while Mama does most of the actual day to day work. She also teaches a course of non-magic practical skills because, “some things you can’t magic your way out of. Like taxes.”

Duck loves her class and, while he doesn’t understand why someone would opt into this weirdness, he admires the guts it takes as a fifteen year old human to walk into a wizarding school and declare that there was plenty you could learn there even though you couldn’t so much as send a spark from your fingers.

As he and Indrid watch the clock tick down, Mama pulls a bag from her satchel. The contents are cookies, which she offers to each of them.

“Barclay tryin’ out new recipes?”

“Course he is. Kid is gonna be the best damn kitchen witch in the country by the time he graduates. Guess he’s plannin to spend the summer drivin around and learnin the food magic of different regions.” She smiles, “bet you’ll never guess who’s goin’ with him.”

“Joe?”

“Bingo. Apparently he wants to study niche cultural magic.”

Duck’s pretty sure there’s another motive; sharing a van bed with Barclay. It sounds fun, roving the country, discovering new places with someone handsome by your side.

All that’s by his side is a glower hiding behind red glasses.

“Mama? I, ah, would it be possible for me to leave five minutes early? I’m supposed to get my pairing from the Crucible tonight.”

The older woman looks between the two of them, “Better tell me how you landed here first. Ned just said it was an argument.”

“He threw a ruler at me outta nowhere.”

“It was not, you know what you said.”

“The last thing I said before you hit me was ‘“nah, man’ when Billy offered me a pizza roll from his lunch.”

Indrid goes still, “Oh. I, ah, I misheard you. I thought you said 'mothman.' I apologize. I ought to have given you the benefit of the doubt.”

He seems so suddenly downtrodden that Duck shrugs, “Yeah, you should have. But it ain’t the worst thing that’s happened to me here. Not by a long shot.”

“No kiddin” Mama leans back on the desk, “Two of you can go at five til.”

His evening turns uneventful after that; dinner, hanging out with Juno and Aubrey, half doing homework and half fucking around on his phone in his room (the agreement between the school and the government is that a long as the students don’t post vidoes of themselves doing sick stunts with magic, the government will ignore any explosions and/monsters in the vicinity of the school).

He’s never had a roommate; when the Crucible spat out his name in fire on his first day, there was no other name with it. Almost everyone else rooms in pairs or trios. So his belongings are strewn about the tiny cabin that makes up his home away from home. Which is why, when the door creaks open at ten p.m, he sits up and prepares to fire off a spell.

Indrid stands in the doorway, one bag over his shoulder and another in his hand. He looks tired.

“Hello, Duck. Ah, I guess that one is my bed, then.”

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The class schedules for Amnesty are generated by the heart of the school itself. Indrid isn’t entirely sure what that means, but the heart must not be terribly creative. It stuck him in divination class. He’s been seeing the future since he was five, managing it with his drawings since he was eight. Even the professor has no idea what to do with him, since the images come in like a garbled T.V signal when he uses a crystal ball and the cup shattered when he tried to read tea leaves.

At least Barclay gave him a conciliatory caramel while they swept up the shards. It made him feel a bit better, though whether that’s due to enchantment or Barclay being exceedingly good at cooking is hard to say.

And now he has to go to “Magical Weaponry.” Magical Defense he understands; there are still lots of malicious forces out there, or even just everyday evils that it’s good to be able to ward against. Plus, Vincent is a good professor, enthusiastic and understanding.

Professor Minerva is just as enthusiastic but twice as loud. This is their first day in the actual gym, as opposed to at a blackboard, and his visions suggest it’s going to go poorly for him. As it should; he’s not a fighter, he’s a disaster.

At Amnesty, magic is channeled through objects. Most people use wands or their hands but some, like Aubrey, use jewelry (a necklace from her mother) or another accessory.

Duck Newton uses a sword. Or he’s trying to. The sword seems to be winning.

“Exert your will on him, Duck Newton, he answers to you!”

“I answeeer to only the capable.”

“Shut up, Beacon.” Duck adjusts his grasp, but nothing happens until he drops the sword and sends a spell through his fingers. The target explodes. Indrid suddenly feels a bit better about his own probable performance.

Duck notices him, indicates the practice area next to him is clear. While they started off poorly, his roommate is doing his best to demonstrate southern hospitality. He invites Indrid to eat with him, helps him when his visions offer no help in navigating the grounds, and even lent him a blue and green shirt (Amnesty's colors) for his first Spirit Day. Duck is the best thing to happen to him in his first month here.

By the time class is over, they have six broken targets, a shredded mat, and a knife that is now a very confused frog between them. They manage to laugh about it, even as Duck scoops up the amphibian and tucks him into his shirt pocket.

It’s then that Indrid realizes he has a crush.

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“You comin to the game tonight?” Juno measures her sapling.

“Assumin nothin comes up and nobody’s tryin to kill me, you know I’ll be there.” He loves cheering Juno on during her soccer games (hey, not everything has to be magic based, even at a wizarding school).

“Drat.”

The hissed frustration draws his attention to the far end of the work table. Indrid is trying to coax his Venus Flytraps to perk up, but they remain brown and limp.

“Need some help?”

“Please, as you clearly know what you’re doing.” Indrid tilts his head towards the sapling pine tree Duck is working on. If he does his growing spells right, he’ll be able to take it home as a Christmas Tree during winter break.

“You tend to picture words or, uh,pictures when you do your spells?”

“Images work best. The trouble is that the futures sometimes make it difficult for me to picture a spell clearly.”

“What if I try describing how I’d see it and you picture what I say?”

“It’s worth a try.” Indrid closes his eyes.

“Okay. Think about the roots drawin water up from the soil, about the traps absorbin nutrients from prey. That brown is goin green as they do, they’re stems are growin stronger…” he grins as the plant turns bright green, it’s mouths open, “hey, ‘Drid, look”

“Oh!” Indrid flaps his hands, “it worked! Now I can keep them healthy and big andohno, nono not again.”

The table cracks and collapses as the plant turns gigantic, blocking out the light from the greenhouse roof.

“Holy fuck, that’s great!”

“Language, sport, but I agree.” Thacker, the head of the magical Horticulture classes, whistles as he looks the plant up and down, “this is mighty impressive Indrid. Wonder if we could use it on some pumpkins come fall…”

“I don’t recommend it, unless you want them to chase people.” Indrid points to one of the heads, which is swaying in the air and lowering closer to him. It snaps and he leaps back, falling to a pile of potting soil. Thacker raises his walking stick and the flytrap returns to its proper size.

Duck helps Indrid up, but his friend stays quiet through the end of class and on the walk back to their room.

“You know it ain’t anythin to be ashamed of, right?” Duck flips on the light, “we all fuck up spells now and then. Hell, Aubrey is on track to be the best spellcaster this school’s ever seen and she still has trouble.”

“But mine go haywire constantly” Indrid flops, dejected, onto his bed, “forget mastering my powers, I’ll be lucky if I graduate able to keep them in check. If I graduate at all.” His hand searches the bed blindly; Duck sets the weighted, plush bat into so Indrid can set it on his chest.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never lasted more than a year at a magical school. Or a non-magical one. I started at Mt Vernon when I was fifteen. Tried Deep Hollow and Shasta the year after that. I’m powerful but I can’t seem to channel it well, and three different schools decided I was more trouble than I was worth.”

“Bullshit.” Duck rests a hand on Indrid’s knee, “you’re strugglin with somethin; that means you need more help, not less. And if anyone gets it into their heads to kick you outta Amnesty, I’ll raise a goddamn ruckus.”

Indrid chuckles, quiet and disbelieving.

“I’m serious. You know Aubrey and them would side with me, and Joe knows school policy well enough he could probably find a reason why them tryin to get rid of you was against the rule.”

“Thank you.” Indrid’s smile is a rare flower, fragile and stunning.

“You want one of those calm-down caramels Barclay made?”

“Please.”

Duck grabs the box from the cabinet of their little kitchenette, then snags a Coke and a pineapple soda from the fridge. Indrid is no longer horizontal, is instead sitting with his back to the wall so Duck has space to join him.

Under the fizz of fresh bubbles, his friend murmurs, ‘“Have people really tried to kill you?”

“Yep. Someone sent an assassin after me my first year, and there was a Dire wolf on the grounds last winter that was clearly locked on to my scent. Perk of bein a Chosen One.” He grumbles as he swigs his drink.

“...Who on earth sends an assassin after a fifteen year old?”

“Right?! Fuck if I know, they never got any information out of the guy. Fuckin prophecy I swear, I didn’t even want these powers, let alone to be some kind of hero.”

“I sympathize.” Indrid rests his head on Duck’s shoulder, “there are prophecies around my birth as well.”

Duck clunks their bottles together, “To bein’ fucked over by stuff we can’t control.”

Indrid drains his soda, then perks up, “Oh! Oh dear, you should go if you want to be there for Juno’s match.”

“Come with me?” Duck can’t get the image of the two of them sharing a giant pretzel while smushed thigh to thigh on the bleachers out of his head.

His friend grins, “Of course.”

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Duck hoped, after his not-great time in middle school, that a magic academy would be asshole free. But no, there are assholes everywhere, and these ones have even more tools for tormenting their targets. He’s never been one, nor have any of his friends. The one time someone tried to bully Barclay, Dani sicked three spectral hummingbirds on them until they apologized.

Indrid, odd and new, is an easy target, though he seems to hold his own just fine (and his proximity to the most powerful witch in school does scare off many potential antagonists). But three guys in their Magical Defense class have zeroed in on him.

They’re standing in line to practice against an evil eye when Indrid’s glasses, the ones he doesn’t take off even when he sleeps, hit the floor by Duck’s feet. Duck scrambles to grab them before they get stepped on, wondering why everyone is making such a fuss. Then he turns and backs up in alarm.

An eight foot tall moth creature is where Indrid should be, red eyes wide and claws clicking together anxious.

“Who let that thing in here?” Someone yells from behind him.

Indrid’s antenna flatten.

“Fuck, wasn’t expecting him to be that big a freak” one of the bullies scoffs.

Black wings twitch.

“Newton, give him the glasses back so we don’t have to look at him!”

Indrid trills, upset, and leaps into the air at the same moment Aubrey yells, “that’s enough” and Vincent shouts a reminder about no flames in enclosed spaces and also detention for you three. Duck is to busy climbing out the window Indrid flew through to pick up the details.

One two-story fall later, he’s chasing a dark shape into the Monongahela forest. While the parts of the woods near his hometown of Kepler are non-enchanted, this chunk is magic down to the moss (he plans to write his final year project on how those halves of forest mesh on an ecological level). One of the worst aspects of the enchanted portions is their tendency to re-shape around travelers. His usual way around this is to have an unwavering sense of where he’s going and pretend the woods are giving him an unchanging path to get there. But that trick does fuck-all when he doesn’t know his destination.

After two hours of searching he’s no closer to finding Indrid, it’s getting dark, and he’s debating heading back to the school for help. He hasn’t been this deep in the woods since he fled the Dire Wolf, and he knows the deeper you go into the trees, the wilder the magic becomes. Bad news for him, even worse for his friend who's out there somewhere, upset and alone.

Eight gigantic eyes glitter at him from the dirt, and he quickly rearranges who has it worse right now.

Throwing a burst of light into the trapdoor spiders eyes buys him enough time to bolt to a tree and climb. As soon as it crawls free of its burrow he freezes; if he’s remembering right, they use vibrations to locate prey.

Fuck, that thing is the size of a VW Beatle. Why is that even a thing? No spider needs to be this big!

In spite of his stillness, it spies him and sets its forelimbs on the tree-trunk. There’s nothing else for it; he draws Beacon, pictures the spider shrinking, and casts his spell.

A soft crunch of leaves signals it hitting the ground, now an unremarkable size for an arachnid. Just as he steps down a branch, a second trap door opens and an enraged spider bursts out, looking for it’s friend. When it can’t find it, it turns and snaps its mandibles at Duck. This time, Beacon does nothing, no matter how Duck commands and curses as his eight-legged doom gets closer.

A crackle of electricity and then this spider disappears as well. On the other side of the trunk, red eyes regard him with worry, “are you hurt?”

“Nah, all in one piece thanks to you.” He holds out his hand, “you wanna head back?”

“Yes, please.” Indrid flaps to the ground, Duck following him on foot and then turning them towards campus, “you did not need to come look for me.”

“Course I did, not gonna let my friend get swallowed up by the forest. Oh, here” he holds out the red glasses, “you want these back?”

“Not just yet. That is, if this form is not too alarming to you.”

Duck takes in the glossy feathers, the charming ruff, the way the face is still obviously Indrid yet excitingly new, “I’m good.”

Light flickers from black claws, stars and flowers spinning out with ease, “It’s so much easier when I’m like this. I never foresaw my disguise charm being an issue, but the older I’ve gotten the more it seems to influence my ability to control my spells. But, well, you saw how people reacted. Even you were startled.”

“In my defense, I thought you’d been eaten by, well, you.” Duck casts the same spell, vines of light chasing the red flowers, “I’m still sorry, though. You ain’t horrible like this, ‘Drid; you’re fuckin stunnin. Never seen anyone as incredible as you.”

Indrid stops, looking down at him, “Do you truly mean that?”

Duck rises on his toes, pecking his cheek, “Yeah, I do.”

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The Halloween Formal is the most elaborate event at Amnesty. Indrid feels that if there’s any day he’s within his rights to be in his true form, it’s when everyone else is dressed as monsters.

He doesn’t have a date. He thought Duck was in the same predicament. Then his friend left before he was half-done grooming his feathers, saying he needed to get flowers for his hot date.

Ah well. At least Indrid will get to see him there and spend some time with his friends.

He checks his reflection in the gleaming black walls, orange and purple lights glowing and jack’o lanterns floating above his head. He adjusts his robes, the nice red ones his father sent him, and prepares to enter the ballroom.

“Hold up.”

When he turns, Duck is standing there in his black dress shirt and green tie, looking for all the world like he’s alone.

“You got one more thing to put on” He holds out a bracelet of flowers, sized to slip perfectly over Indrid’s hand. There are matching flowers pinned to one side of Duck’s hair.

“Oh. Oh my. You really-”

Duck uses a small spell to bend Indrid into a kiss; it’s a bit messy, since their mouths aren’t meant to fit together, but Indrid would not trade it for all the magic in the world.

“Yeah, ‘Drid, I really do.” With that, Duck offers his elbow and they walk arm in arm into the great hall.

#indruck #indrid cold/ duck newton #meet ugly #wizard au

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Okay, what another AMAZING episode!! I'm seriously impressed with the writers for keeping me hook week after week. So, there was so many things I loved, I'm just gonna list them.

1.CanSel were seriously cute!! After weeks of angst I'm glad they got cute and teasing moments

2.Canan and Akgün!! That scene in the kitchen! When she told him he'd always have a plate at their table. Oh man, I almost burst into tears along with Akgün

3.Soner and Akgün's fight. That scene seriously made me tear up. It sucks because Soner does have a point. People will always judge them and be wary of them. Alperen is seriously such a GOOD actor. The way he was visibly flinching from Sober 's words. And his utter devastation clear on his face. That's the first time he's let his emotions completely take over. Usually he's able to control himself. Even Yağmur was sort of shocked to see him like that

4.Selim telling Akgün about his childhood. And Akgün listening to him attentively like a child. You could tell the story resonated with him because it's so similar to him. And then at the end slyly asking about the university lol. I really want Akgün to go back to college

5.The dinner scene LMAO. Akgün looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole, Yağmur with her sarcasm, and Canan sitting back and enjoying the show

6.Finally Akmur. What can I say about them?? They were absolute PERFECTION!! Alperen and Hafsanur are soo good together!!!Their cute secret meeting, Akgün dropping her off to school, jealous Akgün striking again lol. Him introducing her to his dad. Yağmur being shy, she's adorable. I feel like we were robbed of the full kiss. Idk how I feel about the proposal. Like I'm happy but they're still too young

Oh and last thing Akgün running after Selim is calling for him. LMAOOO, the way I rewinded that several times. Meme worthy!

Sorry if this got too long. I'll try to control myself next time

Lolll do not even worry about controlling yourself, you are 1000% free to go wild in my askbox 😂😂😂

Cansel was adorable in this ep. I am voluntarily choosing to forget that part where he insulted her ability as a lawyer, but everything else was cute! That part near the end, before their meeting with that mafia guy, when Selim was staring at her and she pushed his head away, absolutely adorableeeee.

That Canan and Akgün scene had me tearing up!!! I love their scenes so much! I know y’all like to say that Alperen does not look 20 years old, but in those scenes with Canan, he becomes so childlike and polite and innocent. Idk I feel like it’s believable in those moments.

Oooof, that fight with Soner and Akgün was sooo sad. Soner really verbalized all of Akgün’s worst fears in that moment. And poor Soner, like he’s scared to follow Akgün down this path because he feels like he doesn’t deserve to change, that he’s trash and he’ll always be trash. Not only that, but comments on youtube convinced me that part of the reason why he reacted in that way was because he’s scared Akgün’s going to leave him behind. Like he said, they’re all each other has. He feels like if Akgün actually changes and is actually accepted by Selim and his family, then he would have no one and would really be all alone. So-nerrrrr bby! Also, on a lighter note, how adorable was Akgün about the club in this episode??? He was just so excited and he was taking it so seriously and was so hopeful!! I loved seeing him like that!!

Oh my god that dinner scene had me dead!!!! It was so awkward and uncomfortable and HILARIOUS!!!

Akmur’s flirty-ness was at an all-time high during this episode, I could not believe!!! And Akgün at Yağmur’s school, showin up and showin out in front of everyone, trying to let them know that she’s taken. UNBELIEVABLEEEE! HE’S SO ANNOYINGGGG 😂😂😂😂 And Akgün introducing her to his dad had me crying. When his dad said that Akgün was right and that she’s as beautiful as his mother, oh my god. I couldn’t handle it.

Now the proposal. At first, when I watched it live and without translations, all I could really get from Akgün and Selim’s conversation was that Selim’s past was similar to Akgün’s and then he met Canan, changed his life and went to law school for her, and then proposed early on in their relationship. So, when Akgün proposed I understood that he was kinda following in Selim’s footsteps, but I still couldn’t help but feel like it was all a little out of nowhere and too fast. After, watching with the subtitles, it really made so much sense why he proposed. Like he is literally in the same position that Selim described. He’s scared of the kind of person he is/his past, he’s having a hard time adapting to this new version of himself, and what did Selim say helped him overcome it? Canan. So, of course Akgün’s going to think, well if Canan was Selim’s savior, then Yağmur is mine, of course he’s going to propose. So on one hand, I do still think that it’s way too fast (like damn can they go on a normal date first before we get to the kız isteme???!), but on the other, I am incredibly emotional over the fact that Yağmur is Akgün’s miracle and that Akgün genuinely wants to spend the rest of his life with her. And since he has every intention on telling Selim, I am so interested in seeing how that’s going to go in this next episode. Although, I am wondering if Yağmur even says yes to Akgün’s proposal. I mean she’s got plans for her life and wants to have a career and become a lawyer and everything (not to say that marriage and a career are mutually exclusive or anything), plus her parents got married young and she knows how that turned out for them, specifically for her mother. I just wonder if all of that will be a factor in her decision.

#like you said another great ep #13 eps and they have not disappointed once!!!!#and yes akgün did seem interested in going back to school during the talk with selim #i wonder if he’s going to pursue that or if he’s going to stick with the club #sonyaz ask #xinging-unicorn #sonyaz spoilers #ALSO i am so stressed out about that watch thing omfggg

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verai-marcel · 5 years

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Giving Up Ain’t So Bad (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur x Fem!Reader, 18+, DubCon)

Summary: You swear you know what you’re doing. This time, this job, it’s going to be done right, and you’re going to impress Arthur fucking Morgan, that overbearing, hot as hell, intimidating, infuriating man. Will you succeed? What will be the consequences if you don’t?

Author’s Notes: Oh my dear reader, this Low Honor Arthur is a selfish prick, but he still cares about people. Especially you. Even if he uses selfish means to show it.

Tags: low honor arthur morgan, dubcon, rough sex, punishment, dirty talk, tied up, very gentle doggy style, breeding kink, very possessive Arthur

AO3 Link is here, pardner.

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“Leave everything to me, I got this handled.”

Arthur looked at you with a wagon full of skepticism in his one raised eyebrow.

You gestured excitedly as you spoke. “The house has been empty for two nights; the couple that lives there is gone on some trip or something. Tonight’s the night, I go in, rob it for everything it’s worth, and get out ten times richer. No problem.”

He tilted his head, thinking for a bit before asking you, “Why is it such a big house for just a couple?”

“Does it matter? I’ve only ever seen the two of them,” you replied hastily.

“You didn’t poke around town, ask who they were?”

“Why? I saw what I needed to see.”

Arthur’s eyebrow could not have gone up any further on his forehead. “Maybe I should take this one, show you how it should be done.”

“No! I told you, I have this handled!”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine, you lead. But I’m comin’ with ya.”

You glared at him. Ever since you joined the gang, Arthur had always kept an eye on you and your actions. At first, you thought it was because the gang didn’t trust you yet, which might have been the case in the beginning, but time and time again you proved your loyalty. Now you thought he felt like he had to babysit you because of your relative newness to this kind of life. But you knew what you were doing; sure, you didn’t have the decade plus of experience, but you’d been on your own long enough to know how to get money when times were tough.

If you could just prove yourself to him, maybe you’d impress him enough to let you go on jobs without him hounding your back.

Then maybe you could stop feeling this heated tension you felt every time he was near you.

***

The two of you rode through Ambarino, through the forest and up hillsides until you reached the large house tucked away off the main path. It was perfect for the taking, with no one left to guard the estate.

You got off your horse and strutted into the main house, immediately taking everything of value. Arthur, following you quietly, went upstairs to start grabbing valuables.

After about ten minutes, he came bounding back downstairs and found you.

“Turn off the lantern!”

You did so immediately, and crawled to a window. Peeking out, you saw a large wagon filled with people coming back up the road towards the house, accompanied by a few men on horseback. Of course, they were armed.

“Shit!” you muttered as you grabbed a few more items before you ran outside with Arthur to get to the horses and bail. Unfortunately, there was only one way up to the house; you’d have to either charge past or risk going down the steep hillside. Pulling your bandanas on and getting on your horses, you led the mad dash down the road, hoping to get to a place where you could get your horse down the hill.

The escape attempt was poorly planned, as you barrelled past the wagon, the people inside gasping and some of them immediately pointing their guns at you.

“Thieves! Git’em!”

“Split up!” you yelled to Arthur as you veered off the main path and escaped, men on horseback chasing you far enough that you knew it would take a while to get back to camp.

"Wait!" Arthur roared, but it was too late, you had already took off in the opposite direction, zig-zagging through the forest at a speed much faster than Arthur's draft horse could go, especially through the dense underbrush. You were grateful that your horse was small and nimble.

As bullets whipped past you, you prayed that you’d both make it back in one piece.

***

A day later, with a few grazes haphazardly bandaged up, you made it back to camp. It seemed that the people on horseback had mostly gone after you, and had given up when it was clear that you were heading up into Wapiti territory. Once you noticed them leaving you alone, you made your way back to camp the long way, hoping to avoid anyone on the road that might question your beleaguered appearance.

You still had all the valuables on your person, so it wasn’t like you were coming back empty handed. You did, however, waste a day traveling, so there was that.

As you were giving your horse a carrot, you heard a loud bellow.

“Where the HELL have you been?”

You turned around to see Arthur stomping towards you, a furious look on his face. You’d seen that look directed at men twice your size and seen them flinch at the aura of pure wrath emanating from him.

So of course, you flipped your hair back and stood your ground.

“Been trying to get back without being followed. Where the hell else would I be?”

Arthur came up to you and stood toe to toe with you, glaring, attempting to use his size to force you back.

You didn’t move an inch.

“Maybe you shoulda planned things better, gotten more information before headin’ up into a damn welcome party,” he growled.

“How was I supposed to know that they’d be bringing their whole damn family back?”

“Maybe if you had asked around, you woulda found out.” His tone stayed relatively calm, but his voice was low, almost snarling. He was definitely controlling himself.

You shrugged nonchalantly. “We got out just fine. I’d say that’s a win.”

He suddenly grabbed your wrist and started dragging you away.

“Hey, wait!” You dug your heels into the ground, but it was no use; he was far too strong and just kept pulling on you towards his horse.

“Arthur, wait, where are you taking me?” you asked as you pulled your arm one last futile time.

“Somewhere private,” he uttered in a threatening tone.

Without another word, he put you on his horse, climbed up behind you, and charged off into the setting sun.

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A few hours later, as you strained your eyes through the darkness, you saw a small abandoned cabin.

You swallowed. Hard. Turning back to look at Arthur, you paled at the hard glare in his eyes as he glanced at you. The light from the lantern painted his face with harsh shadows; you felt like he was your personal grim reaper, and he was about to bring you to the next world.

He got off the horse and hitched it, put the lantern down, and held his arms out to you.

“C’mon.”

Your heart pounded rapidly. Why did he bring you here?

He sighed at the look on your face. “I ain’t gonna kill you. Be a waste of a life. Now c’mere.”

You let him help you down from his horse, but you shivered uncontrollably.

“You finally showin’ some sense?” he asked, taking your hand and leading you into the cabin, the lantern revealing a sparsely furnished space.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you retorted, getting some of your sass back, but still feeling the underlying fear in your belly.

He shut the door behind you and then shoved you against it. “I mean, you understand how your impatience got us in trouble?”

You couldn’t say a word. He was right. You hadn’t exactly done a deep dive into the situation; you saw that there was a couple living in that house, you saw that they had left and had not come back two nights in a row. You didn’t investigate beyond that.

Looking up at Arthur, who had grown up doing this kind of thing, with his years of experience and his cool, collected demeanor, you bit your lip in frustration and looked away. He made all of this look easy. You just wanted to be on his level; you wanted to impress him.

Because all you wanted was for him to look at you as more than just someone to chaperone. You weren’t that much younger than him, maybe just a few years. You lived a different life before you were thrust into this one a few years ago; but you had other skills, transferable skills that usually helped. Your impatience got in the way this time, that was all.

Arthur sighed. “I’m tryin’ ta protect you. Don’t make it harder for me to keep you alive.”

“Fine,” you muttered. "I understand. I'm sorry. Can we go back now?"

When Arthur was silent for too long, you looked back at him. Your eyes widened at the feral look in his eyes. You had never seen him like this before; it was as if he had taken off a mask and was revealing something deep down that he kept hidden from everyone else at camp.

“Arthur?” you said in a very small voice.

“When you didn’t come back after I did…” he trailed off. He dropped the lantern and stared at you for a few moments, as if he were coming to a decision. Taking you by the wrists, he dragged you towards the bed. You let him lead you, knowing it was useless trying to fight against his strength. He shoved you on the bed and straddled you, keeping you from moving.

Then he started to tie your wrists to the bedpost.

You thrashed under him as panic welled up in your chest. “Arthur, wait, wait, what are you doing?”

“Stay still,” he snarled, and you immediately stilled. “You’re gonna feel how I felt yesterday.” He finished tying your wrists, then he grabbed one of your ankles and tied it to the bedpost at the foot of the bed.

“How is this like how you felt?” you said, your voice high pitched.

“Helpless,” he said.

You held your breath. Arthur Morgan, felt helpless?

“I didn’t know where you were, didn’t know where to even start lookin’ for ya.” He finished tying your ankle.

Then he covered your body, burying his face in your hair, nipping at your earlobe. He ground his hips against yours, and you felt a stirring in your body.

"Nearly lost my mind, worryin’," he mumbled into your ear.

Your fear melted away as he kissed your neck and your cheek and your temple. He held your face in his hands and forced you to look up at him as he stared intensely into your eyes.

"Don't ever disobey me again." He pressed his forehead to yours, as if he was trying to will you into doing his bidding.

That command bristled against your very nature. "I'll do what I need to do," you gritted out.

"And what you need to do is listen to me," he said pointedly, and kissed you before you could respond.

"No!" you breathed when he finally let you up for air.

Arthur glared at you. "You need to learn when to let someone else take charge."

You huffed and looked away. Hearing a chuckle, you glanced back at him. A wry smile was on his lips, amusement in his eyes, as he began to unbutton your blouse.

“A-Arthur?”

“Hmm?”

“Are… are you serious?”

“Very,” he rasped as he pulled your blouse up your arms, exposing your chemise. He pulled that up and over your head too, sliding all the fabric up to your bound wrists. He made quick work of your pants and drawers as well, sliding them off your free leg and down your bound one. Leaning back, he took in your naked form with an admiring eye. Meanwhile, you burned from embarrassment.

“Arthur, please…” you trailed off. You weren’t sure what you were begging for, especially once he started to brush his fingers on your exposed skin. He traced unseen patterns down your sides, across your hips, and back up around your breasts, avoiding the peaks where you wanted to be touched the most. He leaned down, kissing different parts of you, nipping at you and licking every once in a while as you whimpered. His mouth was just another tool he used to torture you as he kissed your inner thigh.

“You gonna listen?” he said from between your legs. When you remained silent, he lightly stroked your slit, back and forth, barely enough pressure to alleviate the desire that was flooding your veins.

“Okay, yes, I’ll listen!” you finally said, exasperated. “I’ll do whatever you want, just please, touch me!”

He laughed softly as he crawled back up your body to look you in the eyes. “Oh, but I am touchin’ you, sweetheart.”

“More!”

Arthur leaned in to nuzzle noses with you. “So greedy.” He finally slipped one finger inside of your dripping pussy, and you moaned as you felt him slowly pulse his finger in and out of you.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“More!” you begged again.

His laugh was almost sadistic as he pushed another finger into you and continued his slow tease of your body. His other hand gently plucked your nipples, lazily drawing circles around them before tweaking them gently. He watched you writhe as you tried to push yourself into his touch, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“Lie still,” he commanded. You took a deep breath, willing yourself to let him take over, to just obey. It was against everything you believed in, to just blindly do as you were told, but when Arthur’s glare turned dangerous once more, you let out a shaky breath and stayed still.

Assured that you would stay still, he pulled away from you and started taking off his clothes. You watched in awe as you saw all of him revealed to you as he stripped off everything, letting you see how aroused he was.

Oh dear. You didn’t know he was that big.

You started trembling when he came back to you, an intensity to his presence that made your heart rate spike and your breathing speed up. He hummed low as he nipped at your throat, the sound vibrating through you as he rubbed his cock along your slit.

You gasped as he nudged your opening.

“W-wait,” you breathed.

“You didn’t wait for me,” he growled, and started forcing you open.

You groaned, his thickness penetrating you slowly, burning like fire as he grabbed your neck and forced you to look at him as he took you. You writhed, using your free leg to push at him so you could get a moment to get used to his size, but it was like trying to stop a train; he was too strong, too intent on making you completely his, right now, right at this moment.

His cock slid all the way in, and he grabbed your free leg and wrapped it around his waist. His eyes sparked with lust in the dim lantern light, his grin wolfish, with a hint of cruel glee.

"Can't do nothin' 'cept ride it out," he said in a low tone as he started to roll his hips, drawing out sounds of reluctant pleasure from your throat. He kept a hold of your neck as he fucked you, his grip letting you know you were his to control as he kissed you everywhere he could reach. Your neck and shoulder were peppered with red marks from where he sucked on your skin, and your lips were swollen from his breathtaking kisses.

When your body grew taut with your impending climax, he rode you harder; he made low, guttural sounds as each stroke came with the sound of flesh thumping against flesh and the soft creak of the bed below you.

“You’ll be much happier if you understand that yer mine, sweetheart,” he rumbled. Then he leaned in to your ear and licked your earlobe before he whispered, “All mine.”

Letting go was so easy, after handing control over to him. You cried out his name as your climax exploded through your body, the blissful sensations washing your mind of everything else. With your one free leg, you clung tightly to him, using your heel to keep him inside of you. All you wanted was this deep connection, this warmth surrounding you, filling you up and making you feel safe and protected.

“Feel good, darlin’?”

You nodded.

“Good. My turn.” He pulled out of you to flip you over, roughly moving you onto your elbows and knees.

You started to shiver. You weren’t a fan of this position; you couldn’t see him, and you didn’t like having anyone behind you like this. Perhaps it was a control thing like Arthur had said, but the worst feeling in the world to you was when someone was right behind you. It was why you always positioned yourself to have your back against a wall or a tree, or if you were out in the open, you always moved to where you could see everyone.

“Easy, girl,” he crooned. “S’okay. I’ve got you.” Gripping your neck with one hand, he leaned over you and stroked your body, petting you as if he were calming a skittish animal, uttering calming phrases lovingly in your ear.

“There you go, just trust me. You’re alright.”

When you had finally stopped shivering, he lay a sensual kiss on the back of your neck. “Good girl.”

Pressing down on the small of your back, he slowly buried himself inside of you, a steady invasion that made you let out a low moan as you felt every inch of him. Once he was all the way in, he slowly moved out again as the grip on your neck tightened, as if he wanted to remind you who was in charge. His thrusts were controlled and smooth.

“How’s it feel?”

You just moaned.

“That good, huh?”

You nodded.

He kissed your shoulder as he moved faster. “You tell me if it hurts, darlin’,” he said softly.

He sped up, though his thrusts felt ever in control as he leaned over and wrapped an arm across your shoulders, grabbing the headboard to keep himself steady as he covered you with his broad body. He made you feel like he was shielding you from the world as he buried his face into your neck, his breathing becoming hard and unsteady. You could feel him reaching his limits as his pounding intensified.

“Gonna make you mine,” he growled before he thrust deep inside of you with a long moan. You felt his spend flooding you, spilling from where the two of you were joined so intimately. His hips moved in short, jerky strokes for a little while afterwards as he wrung out every last drop inside of you as you collapsed down to the mattress. He slid out from you as you fell, and he casually lay on his side next to you, running his hand up and down your back, petting you lazily as one would a cat.

You finally turned to your side to look at him with a questioning expression. You were too tired to form words at the moment.

“I told you I’d make you mine,” he said as he continued to run his hands along your waist, then down to your belly. “And I’ll do it over and over again ‘til it takes.”

You swallowed, feeling your arousal flutter back to life at the thought of him finishing inside you, and then finally found enough brain cells to speak. “Since when?”

“Since you joined. Saw that fire in your eyes. Had to make you mine.” He shifted closer to you, holding your chin between his thumb and fingers. “Didn’t want anyone else gettin’ close to you.”

You suddenly understood his behavior now. His constant need to watch you, claiming at first that you were new and not to be trusted, and then later on, his insistence that you were new to the outlaw life and needed guidance. That tension you had felt when the two of you were alone, when the two of you were waiting for nightfall for a robbery, or when the two of you were heading back to camp, the intense stares that made your heart beat like crazy, they were all because Arthur wanted to make you his.

Completely, inescapably his.

As he untied you and pulled you close, he stroked your hair tenderly like his treasured pet. You fell asleep, thinking that if this was what it felt like to be owned by Arthur Morgan, maybe giving up control wasn’t so bad, after all.

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End Notes: Uh, this went in a slightly different direction than what I had initially planned… but as long as someone gets hot and bothered by the idea, then I guess it’s okay? Hope you like this @highlandcowgirl!

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Talk to Me- Chapter 4

Summary: On their way home, Domino and Steelbeak take a detour through the park. The pair take their time talking, getting to know each other, and reveal old wounds that bring them closer together.

Notes: Slight trigger warning for this chapter for mentions of gun violence, police brutality, and some minor bodily horror regarding Steelbeak’s beak (but it’s nothing overly graphic).

-First Chapter-

“-and I still have all of the dresses in my closet.” Dominic said, an amused smile on his face as he reached the end of his story.

The pair of agents had finished their dinner over an hour ago and, with neither wanting to end the date quite yet, had stopped at the park on their way back home. The gates had been locked as part of the local government’s vain attempts to keep petty criminals, supervillains (particularly Bushroot and the rest of the Fearsome Four) out at night; the locks didn’t slow them down for more than two seconds before they were in. Still, the locks did serve a different kind of greater good now- they allowed Dominic and Steelbeak to have the scenic park all to themselves as they walked wherever they felt like and talked the night away.

Steelbeak laughed at the other man’s tale, shaking his head as he walked beside him. “Wow, that IS crazy. You’ll have t’ show ‘em to me sometime- bet they look real good on ya.”

“I suppose I could model one or two of them for you.” Dominic looked at the other bird expectantly. “Same question: What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever had to do on a mission?”

They’d started playing “fact trade” a while ago. Dominic remembered it from his school days and thought it would be a fun way for them to get to know each other better. The rules were simple- they would take turns asking each other questions and whoever refused to answer one would lose. Both of them were too stubborn to give up easily, so they’d been going back and forth for over half an hour already.

Steelbeak pondered the question for a moment, tapping the base of his beak before an amused smirk slipped onto his face. “Alright, so, this one time F.O.W.L. High Command’s got me stealin’ all this rubber for- and I ain’t jokin’ on this one- a giant, bouncin’, remote-controlled SUPERBALL.”

“Oh, this is already off to a great start.” Dominic nodded along as he listened.

“I know, right? Think the guys were runnin’ outta ideas.” Steelbeak chuckled before continuing. “So, like I said, I’m tryin’ t’ steal this rubber and- big shocker- Dipwing Dork keeps showin’ up t’ stop me, only he ain’t alone this time.”

“Did he have his sidekick with him?” The loon’s mind wandered briefly to the handsome, well-built pilot that seemed to tag along with Darkwing wherever he went. He’d have to see about getting him alone sometime without his annoying boss around..

“Yeah, but this time he’s got someone else, too.” Steelbeak continued. “See, it’s this weird alien- real’ stupid lookin’ with muscles ten times the size of his brain. The guy’s got crazy powers and takes out me an’ the eggmen all on his own. Second fight with the guy, I get thrown in a closet and hear ‘em arguin’: The guy’s there gettin’ trainin’ from Dorkwing on how t’ be a ‘real hero’, but he’s so annoyin’ that even DARKWING gets fed up with ‘im!” He chuckled a little, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold in his laughter long enough to finish his story. “So, I figure, why let that much power go t’ waste? I put together a superhero costume usin’ what I got in the closet…and come out with a towel on my back, a plunger in my hand, and a friggin’ BUCKET on my head I’d pecked a couplea eye holes in!”

“A bucket?” Oh, that image would be in Dominic’s head ALL NIGHT. “And that worked?”

“It did! Told that chump I was a ‘superhero trainer extraordinaire’ named ‘Professor Steelcluck’, and he FELL FOR IT!” Steelbeak laughed, holding his side as his laughter left him wheezing. “OH man, I’m tellin’ ya, that was even better than gettin’ Darkwing an’ Gizmoduck t’ fight each other!”

The rooster’s laughter was contagious, making the darker bird laugh too. “I wish I could have been there to see it.” After they’d both settled down, Dominic looked up at the taller man. “It’s your turn.”

“Let’s seeeee…” Steelbeak hummed as he thought his question over. Then, as if the humming gave him an idea, he grinned. “Oh, that’s a good one: What kinda music do ya like?”

“I actually don’t listen to music that often.” He replied. “Sometimes I’ll put on classical music if I want something in the background or I’ll find an artist here and there whose style I enjoy- like the one on the radio earlier- but I don’t really have anything I’m particularly interested in.”

“Classical stuff, huh? I’ll have t’ remember that..” The other bird muttered to himself before holding his hands out in front of himself like he was playing a piano with a chuckle. “I ever tell ya ‘bout the time I had t’ go undercover as a concert pianist for a couple months?”

“No, you haven’t.” So his assumption from before had been correct. “I didn’t know you played.”

“Yeah, can’t do nothin’ fancy like read sheet music, but I got a pretty good ear an’ can play a few songs if I hear ‘em enough times. Spent two months travelin’ ‘round the country playin’ songs so me an’ my ‘entourage’ could break int’ all the swanky hotels, music halls, and galleries the band played at- we cleaned ‘em out an’ snuck everythin’ out in the instrument cases.” Two light fingers lifted up and tapped the side of his beak, producing a dull “thump” like an empty plastic cup. “That’s where I got this one- stands out less than my usual piece. Not as good in a fight, but it works when I gotta blend in..plus it’s heck of a lot better for preenin’ than the metal one.”

“I can imagine..” Dominic winced in sympathy at the thought of trying to preen his feathers with such sharp, jagged metal- he’d probably end up tearing skin with a beak like that. That thought actually brought to mind a question that had been on his mind for some time now and, knowing that it was technically his turn, he felt it was a perfect time to ask. “Why do you use prosthetics, anyway? Were you injured during a mission?”

“Nah, nothin’ that excitin’.” Steelbeak said while scratching at some of the feathers around the edge of his beak with one finger. “Good old fashioned case of police brutality: I was fourteen, got caught stealin’ from this high-end mall. I was faster than the security, but it was one of those places where they had cops patrollin’ the area on speed dial- couldn’t outrun the cars an’ they grabbed me when I tried t’ climb a fence. One of ‘em pinned me t’ the ground while the other one stomped on my beak..said they were gonna ‘teach me a lesson’.” He winced, rubbing a finger over the beak to comfort what was likely a phantom pain. “Hurt like heck..broke most of it off..guess I got lucky it didn’t get infected, but it sure felt like it did..” Dominic saw the feathers on the rooster’s comb fluff slightly before he shook his head. “Anyway, when I signed up with F.O.W.L. I got access t’ all those sweet free doctors an’ surgeons- they whipped up the fakes an’ gave me a new identity. Still got some of the real one underneath, though. Stings sometimes, but it don’t hurt as bad when I cover it.”

“……” Dominic debated for a moment over the request he was about to make. Would it be rude to ask? “..I want to see it.” He finally said after a minute, his curiosity winning out. “If you’re comfortable with it, of course.”

“…” Steelbeak stopped walking to look down at him. “It ain’t exactly pretty t’ look at.”

“I don’t care- I want to see it.” The loon repeated resolutely.

“Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn ya..” He reached up to the sides of his beak with both hands and started applying pressure with his fingertips. After a moment there was a popping sound and the material shifted, looking more like it was loosely resting on something rather than connected now. He took the top part of the false beak in one hand and the bottom in the other and carefully pulled it away.

Once he finally got a full look at what had been hidden under the plastic, Dominic could certainly see what Steelbeak meant: It was not a pretty sight.

A large portion of it had been broken off, leaving behind dark scars that contrasted the natural yellow color. The closest part to still being intact was a long strip along the upper-right side of the rooster’s mouth, reaching almost the same length as the prostheses. Right beside that, though, was a sharp, jagged drop that didn’t go back up until almost reaching the middle of his mouth. After that there were two small slivers of his beak centered around the middle, leading to one last piece on the left that was barely an eighth of an inch longer than the other two. And that was just the UPPER mandible- the lower one was nothing but one half-length sliver in the middle and a few scattered fragments. Then, to top it all off, both parts of his beak were fixed to a thin metallic frame outlining the normal shape of a beak with a wire-mesh connecting the natural pieces to a series of metal posts that had been drilled into the hard tissue at the base of his beak and two small metal bolts at the corners of his mouth.

Looking at it left Dominic with some harshly conflicting feelings. On one hand, while it wasn’t the most beautiful sight in the world, it was quite an interesting feat of medical and scientific engineering. On the other hand, though, it was sickening to think that two fully grown men would pin down a child and permanently disfigure him in such a horrific way.

“It really doesn’t hurt..?” Just LOOKING at it made his own pointed beak ache- the loon shuddered to think what it must actually feel like.

The taller bird gave a calm shrug, able to still speak surprisingly clearly. “Not like it used to. Smarts a bit every now an’ then, but it’s mostly just phantom pains. Talkin’ an’ other stuff don’t bother it, but if I try t’ eat without one of the fakes it feels like gettin’ kicked all over again.”

“I see..” He took one last look at the mix of broken tissue and metal before looking up into the rooster’s eyes again. “Thank you for showing me.”

“Eh, don’t mention it.” Steelbeak brought the prosthesis back up to his mouth and slipped it over the metal frame all the way up to the base, popping the corners onto the bolts with an audible click. After opening and closing his mouth a few times to check it, he looked back down at Dominic as they continued their earlier pace. “Hey, whose turn was it again?”

“Yours.” The loon replied, walking beside him at an even pace.

“Right, right..” Taking a minute to think his next question over, Steelbeak eventually came up with something and gave the loon a curious look. “Why’d ya join F.O.W.L., anyway? Sharp, good-lookin’ guy like you had t’ have options, right?”

“Not really..” Dominic looked up at the moon as they walked. “My mother lost her job right when I was about to graduate from high school. Before I knew it, I was forced to drop out and we were living on the streets. Without a diploma I couldn’t get accepted into the college I’d applied for and I had to beg for money on street corners just to get by.” He scowled a little, the memories of those days still bitter and unpleasant for him. “The recruiter for that sector, Di Amund, approached me after he saw me take down two police officers on my own- they were trying to arrest me for vagrancy and, well, you know what happens when someone tries to pin me to a wall.” He heard a hum of acknowledgement in response. “He told me that I would be paid well, get to travel the world, and even be given a place to live. I took the enrollment bonus he offered, gave it to my mother, and left for the northern academy as soon as I could.”

Their walk had led them to the lake in the middle of the park, it seemed. Once Dominic’s story concluded, Steelbeak crouched down by the bank to pick up a few stones. “Livin’ on the streets, huh? Bet that must’ve been rough.” He split them up, keeping half for himself and offering the other half to Dominic. “Livin’ like that’s gotta be hard..bet ya picked up a few things that stuck with ya, right?”

“I suppose..” Dominic took the offered rocks, picking one and tossing it across the water’s surface to get about three skips before it sank.

“Ya probably have trouble throwin’ food away when it’s stale.” Steelbeak tossed one of his own rocks, getting four skips out of it. “Not the stuff that gets moldy or goes bad like meat, or vegetables, or dairy- I bet ya know just how sick you can get offa that junk- but I bet ya probably still keep the dry stuff like chips an’ crackers after their expiration date ‘cause it don’t make sense throwin’ it away, right? Sure, they don’t taste that good anymore, but they’re still good t’ eat an’ it bugs ya wastin’ that sorta thing.”

While he was in the process of throwing another stone, Domino halted and turned his head to look at the other bird- the resulting toss only getting one skip. “How do you-?”

“I bet ya have a few shirts or pants with little holes an’ tears in ‘em stashed away in your drawers, right?” He wasn’t looking at the loon as he spoke, his eyes on the lake as he threw another stone- five skips that time. “They’re kinda beat up, but they still fit just fine, so ya keep ‘em ‘round for the days when ya know you’re not gonna go nowhere or see nobody. Y’know you could just buy more, but why waste the money when ya don’t gotta, right?” Another stone, six skips across the water. “Ya probably hate not bein’ able t’ shower right after gettin’ dirty, too, huh? Longer ya go without it, the more it bugs ya ‘cause it brings back memories of when you’d have t’ go days, probably even weeks without one.” There was a far off look in his eyes as he threw his last stone, the rock reaching almost to the other side of the water before it sank. “And ya can’t sleep without some kinda weapon nearby..but it ain’t just ‘cause of the trainin’ with F.O.W.L.- it’s ‘cause part of your brain still thinks you’re gonna get jumped, even though you’re in a locked room an’ not in an open alley somewhere, right?”

“…You’re right.” Dominic had been looking at Steelbeak the whole time he spoke. At first he’d been surprised that the other man knew some of his less obvious habits so easily, but now, after seeing the distant look in the rooster’s eyes and listening to the tone of his voice, he understood where that knowledge came from. “You used to live like that too, didn’t you?”

“Yeah..” A small, melancholy smile tugged at the lighter bird’s beak as he watched the ripples slowly roll across the lake from the stones that he’d thrown. “Used t’ live with my old man in a rinky-dink shack way out in New Duck City. Spent most of the time inside ‘cause the old man flipped his lid anytime I tried gettin’ out, for some reason. Never went out t’ eat, never went t’ the doctor, and definitely didn’t go t’ school- had t’ teach myself t’ read an’ write an’ junk ‘cause he sure as heck wasn’t gonna. Only ever got one visitor..” His attempt at a smile started to fall as the last of the ripples slowly went still. “My ma- least, I think she was my ma, she didn’t really come ‘round that much, could’ve just been some broad he liked, but we had the same eyes so I called her ma- anyway, my ma disappeared when I was about eight. Old man got way worse after that..started comin’ home with black eyes an’ bloody shirts, and even askin’ ‘bout what he did earned me a cuff upside the head. Then, one night about two years after my ma stopped comin’ around, there was all this racket outside and I kept seein’ red an’ blue lights through the curtains…got outta bed an’ went t’ see what all the noise was about..” He gave a short, strained laugh and shook his head, the lake finally still enough that both of their reflections were visible in the water’s surface again. “The old man went down swingin’- up ‘gainst ten cops with just a glock and he STILL took out half of ‘em…right before they iced ‘im. After that they started comin’ for the front door. I didn’t know nothin’ ‘bout cops back then, all I knew was they were the guys that just plugged my old man full of holes and thought they were gonna do the same t’ me…so, I ran out the back and kept on runnin’..” He took a deep breath and sighed, finally looking away from the water and up towards the sky. “Didn’t have nowhere else t’ go and no one t’ turn to, so I just kinda drifted ‘round from one alley t’ the next..went on like that for a few years, gettin’ by with what I could get for free and stealin’ what I couldn’t..”

Dominic wasn’t really sure what to say at first.

That was…a lot to unpack.

For all of his flashy style, expensive taste in clothes and cars and gifts, and his general demeanor, Dominic never would have guessed that Steelbeak dealt with that sort of thing from such a young age. Ending up on the streets in his teens had already been hard enough to survive day to day- he could only imagine how much worse it was for a child who should have been just starting middle school…

Black fingers tossed a stone across the lake, distorting the reflections again as it skipped five times. “How did you end up in F.O.W.L.?” A distraction, he eventually decided, would probably be better than sympathy in that moment.

To his relief, Dominic saw the life slowly returning to his partner’s eyes. “Now that,” Steelbeak began with a smile slowly forming on his beak once more. “Is a fun one..” He took one of the rocks the loon handed him and threw it at the lake, getting four skips. “So, I’m skulkin’ ‘round the classy part of Featherton lookin’ for chumps t’ fleece, when I see this guy goin’ off on some poor bird sellin’ hot dogs out of a cart. The guy’s a real jerk, y’know? Yellin’ at the girl, tellin’ her she don’t what she’s doin’, sayin’ she gave ‘im the wrong change- just bein’ a real tool, y’know?” He smirked, chuckling quietly. “Then I see his wallet stickin’ outta his back pocket and think to myself ‘This must be karma’s way of teachin’ ‘im not t’ be such a prick’, and who am I to argue with karma, right? So I snag his wallet when I’m walkin’ past- the moron don’t even notice ‘til I’m duckin’ ‘round the corner. He had over two hundred in there, it felt like I’d won the friggin’ lottery!” He watched as Dominic threw a stone, six skips that time. “I treat myself t’ a nice lunch in one of the lower-class joints on the other side of town, stock up on groceries, then head back t’ the half-finished construction site I’d been crashin’ in for the past couple weeks. I turn in for the night, thinkin’ I had a pretty good day…” He kneels down by the bank and finds another stone. “ ‘Course, that changed when I woke up t’ someone grabbin’ me in the middle of the night.” He found a suitable rock and threw it without standing up, only getting three skips. “It was the guy whose wallet I stole- he’d tracked me down an’ brought his buddies for backup. I see one of ‘em pullin’ out handcuffs an’ think they’re cops, so I grab the knife I keep up my sleeve and start fightin’ back. I get in a few good licks before I bolt, even slice the guy with the wallet right up over his eye.” Unable to find any more rocks, he eventually stood back up. “I almost get away, when BOOM! Some big guy in an egg-shaped helmet clothes-line’s me when I’m goin’ down the stairs. I fall down, black out, and wake up tied to a chair in a dark room. Buncha guys start askin’ me questions ‘bout who I’m workin’ for an’ I tell ‘em ‘Hey, if I had a job, ya think I’d be pinchin’ wallets and sleepin on rebar?’- I figured I was gonna die anyway, so might as well go out swingin’, y’know?” He chuckled, watching Dominic throw the last of his own stones out into the water- beating Steelbeak’s best toss and actually reaching the other side. “Nice shot. So, they keep at it for a while, even start pullin’ out guns an’ threatenin’ t’ kill me. When I don’t break down cryin’, the lights come on and this big TV comes outta nowhere- it was my first time meetin’ High Command. Turns out the chump I pickpocketed was one of their top generals and’ they were impressed ‘cause, not only did I manage t’ steal from a general AND take out a bunch of their guys on my own, but it turns out they can’t find any record of me even EXISTIN’- no birth certificate, no social, nothin’..guess my old man never wanted anyone t’ know ‘bout me, for some reason..anyway, High Command offers me a job. Same sorta thing they tell everyone they pick up off the streets- ‘come work for us, you’ll get money, a place t’ live, blah, blah, blah’. Didn’t have much t’ lose, so I signed up. Was too young for the academy, so they just had me shadow my first partner and learn the ropes from ‘im. Officially joined when I was fifteen, got full agent status a year later, and the rest is history.”

Dominic looked at the lighter bird curiously. “Wait- you were only sixteen when you became an agent?”

Steelbeak returned the questioning look with a proud smirk. “Ye-p. Youngest agent in F.O.W.L. history ever. Earned my promotion after that little ‘incident’ with my first partner: High Command figured I’d proved my loyalty and was good enough t’ start field work.”

“……” Red eyes gazed down at the slowly stilling reflections of the lake before, after deciding there was nothing else to do over there, Dominic started walking down the trail again. “I think I owe you an apology.”

Steelbeak followed after the shorter bird, looking down at him with one brow cocked curiously. “I ain’t gonna argue with ya on that one, but I gotta know- for what?”

“For..how I treated you at first.” He was reluctant to do so, but the loon decided he’d swallow his pride long enough to give the other man the apology he deserved (though he wasn’t willing to look him in the eyes just yet). “When High Command transferred me to Saint Canard, they originally told me that I was being reassigned as the apprentice for the chief officer of F.O.W.L.. I assumed someone with such a high rank would be much older than me, probably someone close to retirement looking for a protégé to pass his secrets on to…and then I read your file. The first thing I saw was your date of birth and I thought ‘Wait, we’re both 33?’. I felt so..insulted that they would want to make me an apprentice for someone who was only two months older than me- it felt like I was being demoted.” A frustrated sigh left him as he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing some of the longer strands back briefly before they fell back into place. “Luckily they changed my title to ‘partner’ by the time I arrived, but the whole thing still left a bad taste in my mouth when I was already in a bad mood…and I’m pretty sure it showed in my attitude. I didn’t realize that, despite our age, you had so many more years of experience.” Finally, he looked back up into the other’s dark eyes. “So..I’m sorry for how I treated you when we first met, you didn’t deserve all of the attitude that I gave you- only some of it.”

“Wow,” Steelbeak said with a quiet snicker. “That looked excrucriatin’.” Dominic was about to tell him that, yes, it hurt him immensely to say that out loud, but he was surprised when the other bird’s cocky smirk softened slightly and he looked away while running a hand over his comb. “But…I gotta take my share of the blame, too. I know I ain’t the easiest guy t’ work with.” He sighed and looked back down at Dominic’s inquisitive gaze. “Truth is, I didn’t expect ya t’ last this long, most partners don’t last a month with me. They usually get killed, get on my nerves so much I just let ‘em die, or I get on their nerves so much that they take the first transfer they see- one guy even took a demotion down t’ eggman in the arctic just t’ get as far away from me as possible. I’m..kinda used to them just comin’ an’ goin’ now, so I try not t’ get attached..I don’t even bother learnin’ their names most of the time.” The corner of his beak lifted up in a half smile. “Believe it or not, you’re the longest lastin’ partner I’ve ever had. I didn’t really know what t’ do with ya after the first month went by and you were still here, so I tried bein’ more social but..well…guess the damage was already done, huh?” The look in his eyes was gentle, almost pleading when he next spoke- an expression that Dominic wasn’t used to seeing on him. “Can we just, I dunno…start over? Start things from this week and pretend everything before didn’t happen?”

Pretend none of it ever happened?

The rude introductions, snide remarks, venomous words, and cold glares that made up the bulk of their first month together…The awkward trips to bars and restaurants where he’d blown Steelbeak off in favor of some good looking strangers…That horrible first dinner where Steelbeak had obviously been trying to impress him like he was another one of his usual arm-candy “dates”…The unnecessarily expensive gifts and the inevitable frustration that followed…

To pretend that none of that happened and just start over from this week- to start from that day in the break room where they’d shared a nice meal and had pleasant conversation while toying with the idea of having dinner at Steelbeak’s apartment sometime in the future- that, honestly, was one of the best suggestion he’d ever heard.

A soft smile spread across the loon’s dark beak, the smile instantly easing the other bird’s expression back into an equally soft look. “I’d like that.”

For a while, neither of them said a word, they just gazed into each other's eyes. They’d bared a lot to each other, exposed old wounds (literally, in Steelbeak’s case), and, with just a couple hours of actually talking to one another, had grown closer than they had in the months they’d worked together. In a way, it was a little silly: If they’d just talked to each other like normal people, they could have avoided so many awkward or unpleasant moments and may have even been further along than a first date by now. Well, they couldn’t go back and fix things, but they could definitely treat this as a new beginning and try not to repeat their past mistakes.

Before they’d realized it, they were at the end of the path back at the gate leading out of the park.

Dominic felt his smile fall ever so slightly. He really wasn’t in the mood to leave yet, not when things were going so well..

“Hey, stripes,” Steelbeak’s voice caught his attention and Dominic looked up at his partner curiously, seeing that the rooster’s focus was set on something on the other side of the fence. “You’re packin’ heat, right?”

“Always.” Dominic patted the side of his shirt, right over where he had his guns holstered beneath the fabric.

A smirk that promised mischief spread across the rooster’s face when he met his partner’s eyes, pointing at something on the sidewalk just outside of the park. “Ya packin’ ice, too?”

He looked at the object curiously, a matching smirk appearing on his own face when he found the object in question. Oh, this was going to be fun.

<-Previous Chapter Next Chapter->

End Notes: This was probably my favorite chapter to write for this story. Coming up with a backstory for Steelbeak was way more fun then it probably should have been, but I couldn’t resist going all out x3

I also had a lot of fun thinking up what his beak would look like under the prosthesis and drew inspiration from the fact that I’ve had A LOT of dental work done in the past and actually have an artificial tooth with a post drilled into my upper jaw, so I thought about using something along those lines for Steelbeak but on a more extreme scale. I’m actually really satisfied with how it turned out, overall ^.^

#darkwing duck #dwd #steelbeak #Dominic Domino #steeldomino #100 follower giveaway!#talk to me

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fmdromeo · 5 years

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hi cuties ! i've finally caught a break from this new semester , & adjusting to it has definitely been easier than i thought , but i probably will be slower in terms of plotting & threading still until the holidays roll around ! i hope everyone has been doing well :> this lil post is in regards to our event , and under the cut you'll find what both romeo bae [ origin's maknae ] & sohn aerin [ femme fatale's main vocalist ] will be up to in regards to the actual concert & the afterparty ! give this a lil like if you'd like me to msg you about plotting , but please feel free to im me if anything in particular stands out to you ! thank u sm for reading .

note : all usual threads will be put ON HOLD until the event is over , just to make things easier for me ! uwu

crossed out plots means they are officially taken , italicized plots are pending !

romeo bae :

my goblin baby boy is going to have three stages in total , each having one song to perform besides origin closing off the concert , so he’s going to be performing seven songs in total ! of course , he’s going to be tired as fuck , but origin’s schedules have somewhat prepared him for this , and it feels like any other normal instance where origin has to perform . so romeo isn’t too ... shocked or anything lol he kind of figured this is would happen ! anyways , he’s still pretty juiced for his stages and hopes to make the most fun of it , at least . that is until the after party ! romeo is probably gonna go all out [ when is he .. not ] for the party because he needs to kick the fuck back and chill out for a second . he’s definitely going to pregame right after the concert ends ! if u need weed , romeo is ur guy ! he’s gonna be in and out of the party randomly getting high ..... somewhere , somehow , so tag along if thats ur thing . overall , he’s gonna work his butt off and then chill and have fun ! onto the specific plots for him .

romeo is the most aussie mf out there , so he is definitely going to be in the pool sporting some designer trunks ! he’s a water baby so if you wanna just chill and swim , play a pool game or have him teach ur muse to swim , he’s ur dude

romeo is naturally super competitive so he’s going 2 have the time of his life playing pool or beer pong , his personal faves !! come join his team or play against him pls !

if he’s not swimming and outselling ariel in the pool , he’s gonna be drinking . like a madman , so if ur muse wants a drinking buddy or have him expose them to drinking , he’s def gonna have a cup in hand at all times lmfao

and now if he’s not drinking , then i know the kid is getting high 4 sure , somehow nd somewhere . romeo prefers to smoke too but he probably has a handful of edibles shoved into his pocket or sum .. hit him up if you wanna have a sesh somewhere or get ur muse stoned for the first time w him , he loves that shit

this boy is the reason blueface wrote thotianna but wbk ? hit romeo up if u wanna hookup or just makeout for a long time .. sum like that cause the thot is gonna show up and show out , so if ur muse needs to ~relax~ or wants 2 be corrupted by satan himself , romeo is here 2 provide that

it’s obvious origin is always overworked , and it shows on romeos face alot too . he’s probably gonna be high or drunk , most likely both , but maybe he rambles to ur muse about how tired he is of all this ?? and probably open up about how sad he feels most of the time but uh yeah !

romeo loves 2 get fucked up wbk but ur muse cant even handle anything like that too much , so now he has to fuckin BABYSIT them ? he’s annoyed nd pissed off , but he wont risk dispatch getting a hold of a juicy lil story so he’ll put up w it for now , but u owe him !!!

sohn aerin :

aeri , like romeo , has a handful of stages too ! she’s going to have four in total , and will be performing seven songs in total ! she’s honestly really happy about having a lot of stages ? it definitely beats having to perform the same one (1) song all the time , plus she gets to wear cute little outfits and have people look at her so .. thats that on that . despite it being obvious hard work , she’s honestly really happy for the first time in months for the concert to showcase more of femme fatale , and she loves performing with her members too ! big bonus is all the lovely collab stages uwu she’s also really giddy for the after party so she can dress up like the true lil thotty she is ? she’s going to have lots of fun , make horrible decisions and be super out of it ! aeri doesnt have the best alcohol tolerance but like .. thats not gonna stop her from getting shitfaced lmfao . she’s a rly cute drunk if i do say so myself .. but yeah ! she’s also gonna be getting high nd things of that nature too . overall she’s going to really enjoy the concert and the afterparty too ! onto the plots !!

aeri used to be an excellent swimmer and now she kind of .. cant ? she bought a cute bikini tho , and the world needs to see it . she sees ur muse can swim pretty well and asks them to teach her the basics again ?? she j wants to take thotty pool pics :/

she will also be highkey drunk out of her mind chilling in the jacuzzi , maybe ur muse sees her and goes to check up on her if shes ok ?? she will be like this , as a ref picture

the main vocalist is gna jump out with karaoke !! pls join her sing early 2000s bops or sum .. or tell her to stop singing HHH

besides singing , shes also gonna be dancing ??? pls come join her she just wants to dance w everyone !!!!!! if ur muse wanted a lap dance , she can also provide that winkity wonkity

she’s going to be doing shots like her life depends on it , if ur muse likes to drink or hasnt , shes ur girl !! shes also gonna b doin body shots as well :~)

i lov havin my muses do stuff together so shes probably gonna get a joint or something from romeo SJJNJDG come join w her on the roof of the mansion or like wherever ... thank u

shes also gonna be showin up in full Thot mindset so she will be hookin up and makin out w whoever is down to !!! hit her up ?????

wbk femme fatale promotions and comebacks esp this year are a little ... weird and its been bugging aeri since its happened , maybe she confides in ur muse randomly [ or not ] about her feelings about that ? in regards to women in general in the industry and how shes pretty terrified of the day her and the group will be shoved aside hhhh

like i said , although aeri can drink well , shes not a good drunk and gets drunk fast so ur muse has to now babysit her !!!! lmao have fun and good luck !!!!!

#fmdcall #fmdgsr2019 #| i hate buying books for school sm so im ignoring having to do that rn cause im confused...............................#| me ? not making a diff post on aeris acc ? fake as hell

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wholesomecowboy · 5 years

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Saloon

Summary- Javier and Female Reader Meet in a saloon. Includes sexual references.

You stood in front of a mirror upstairs in the saloon, a small fine brush in between your fingers and a tin of red waxy pigment in the other that you were carefully brushing across your lower lip. Touching up your make-up between customers was important to ensuring more throughout the evening as nobody wanted the girl who looked worn out or messy, besides it was a good time to take stock of your all over appearance. Face? Good. Clothes? Back in order and currently still clean. Hair? Eh, you gave your hair a ruffle, it would do. With one last check over you adjusted your breasts making sure they looked pert and just shy of falling out of your chemise and corset before stuffing your make-up tools back into the drawer of your dressing table and making your way out of the bedroom. Walking along the upstairs landing you stepped aside to let one of the other girls past with her own customer, him laughing and grabbing at her rear while she giggled along, the sound so fake yet he didn't seem to notice or care.

Down the stairs and finally into the main room you made your way towards the bar, smiling and greeting men on your way past. It was certainly busy tonight, hopefully there would be a lot of money at the end of the night. You were near dying for a drink but instead someone grabbed at your waist and pulled you against a body that smelled like dirt, sweat and already five drinks too many.

Ugh, Rodger.

“Hey darlin'.” One of your regulars slurred, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek. “How's my best girl doin?”

Why did you always get the gross ones?

You giggled with a smile on your lips. “Oh honey, I was startin' to think you had gone and left me. You haven't been by all week and I've been mighty lonesome.” You nuzzled into him, your hand sliding down his belly.

“You know I'd never leave my girl! Can't stay away!” He swayed dangerously into your body and you resisted a deep soul weary sigh as you held him steady, it was really too early to play 'Rodger Juggling' as you had taken to naming the annoying situation of trying to keep him from face planting that happened every time he walked in, every damn single time. “Oh! Just remembered! I got you a present!”

“Rodger love you are too good to me! You know I don't need anythin' but your affections.”

Actually, yes. Yes you do. Now make with the present you gross little man.

He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a shining necklace.

Oh now that was pretty. Perhaps even gold too, probably worth a fair bit to sell later.

“Oh my goodness! It's beautiful!” You let him turn you around and held up your hair so he could place it around your neck, the metal sparkling against your collar bones. You took his face in your hands and kissed him, his hands slipping down to squeeze at your ass while you tasted the very gross and specific cocktail of cheap whiskey, tobacco and tooth rot that was Rodger's mouth.

“Hey you old fuck are we playin' or not?” A man's voice called, making Rodger pull away from you and look back towards a table of two other men holding playing cards.

“Oh right, right! Darlin' I got a game but-” You placed a finger on his lips with a coy smile on your own.

“I'll be waiting but don't take all night, you know I get lonely.” Oh please, do take all night. He blew a kiss at you before stumbling towards the table, nearly falling to the floor instead of the chair. The moment your back was turned to him you wrinkled your nose in disgust and finally made your way towards the bar where the server had already placed down a glass of wine when he saw you coming that you grabbed and knocked back in one mouthful.

“You really don't like that feller, do you?” The barman Jasper smirked.

You gave him a withering glare. “Would you want that slimly man's tongue down your throat?”

“Nope but that's why I just pour the drinks.” He chuckled, topping up your glass when you waved it in his face. You turned around to lean your back against the bar, eyeing up the room full of men. “Looks like a good crowd tonight, should make some decent money.” He added conversationally.

“No more horse balls and pig trotters for Jasper. Gonna be livin' that highlife, eh?” You grinned at him over your shoulder.

“Oh but you know I love a mouthful of balls.” He dead panned, making you snort into your glass.

A few more moments was spent in companionable silence between the two of you, watching the guests until your eyes locked onto a group in one corner that you had never seen before. “Who are they?” You asked, sipping your wine and nodding towards the table.

“Them? Dunno, just walked in 'bout five minutes ago. None of the girls have been free to welcome them if you fancy that challenge. Kinda look like a bunch of rustlers if you ask me.”

You nodded, swigging back the last of your drink and leaving the glass behind as you swaggered your way over, making sure to swing your hips just ever so slightly. The group of five men hushed their conversation as you approached. “Well hello there darlins'” You cooed. “My, what a strong bunch of men, never seen you here before.”

“Evenin' Miss.” The one on your left side spoke with a tip of his hat, a gentleman a fair bit older than you.

“Anythin' I can do for you boys? What are you in the mood for? I can round up a bunch of my friends if you like, or just have a party the lot of us if you prefer?” You leaned over, hands down on the table between where two of the group were sitting, your spin curving and just slightly rising on your tiptoes. It was uncomfortable on the back but you knew it made your ass look great, plus it showed off your breasts.

The two opposite you both had an excited glint in their eyes, a thin scraggly man and a dark skinned lad. But the three older ones seemed calmer. “No thank you Miss, we're just passin' through town tonight.” The same gent from before said, nodding to his drink as if to suggest that's all they were here for. Sure, it always started with just coming in for a drink but it would always lead to other things. The one on your other side wearing a bowler hat cleared his thought and the third older one, a dark skinned man with long hair shook his head with a small glare. You raised an eyebrow, whatever their silent conversation was this was starting to feel a bit strange.

“Oh right, um. We were wonderin' if...” The older man seemed to struggling to find the right words. “Uh, you knew of any work around here?” He asked under his breath, with a full and utter lack of tact.

The one who seemed to disagree with their plan sighed, his arms crossed as he leaned back in his chair.

You stared around the group who were all curiously looking back. “Work? What kinda work? Didn't you say you were just passin' through?” They nodded and shifted amongst themselves. You eyed them hard, they didn't look like they were on the lookout for farm work or anything other decent labour, they looked like damn rustlers. You leaned in further, your elbows on the table. “... Now if I'm understandin y'all correctly here are you wantin' the kind of work where you earn money and clear out of town pretty quick?”

They nodded, some with releaved smiles as they all pressed in a little closer to your huddle.

Oh god, men are fucking stupid.

“And just what makes you think I'd know anythin' like that?” You tilted your head, your voice taking on a slightly more innocent tone.

The one in the bowler hat spoke, with an Mexican accent you noticed. “If you ever want to know something its always the working girls who overhear things.”

You blinked, well he certainly wasn't wrong. Talk spread through the brothels and saloons much faster than the church. You hummed curiously, coyly eyeing him and pressing your chest just a little against your arm so your breasts bulged. “And if I did know somethin', what would I get for tellin' you? Can't be talkin' the night away boys I've got payin' customers to be getting back to.” With a sigh you stood up, as if you were about to leave.

“Well what's your rate?” Bowler hat asked, the others nodding, pleased he was taking the lead with this.

“Two dollars for an hour.”

He fumbled about in a pocket for a moment before placing the money down on the table. Well that's a fine result.

You smiled, taking the notes and stashing it away down the front of your corset. “That changes things, you're now my customers.” You beamed cheerfully before shimmying in and placing yourself in the man's lap, thank fuck he actually smelt rather good. If he was surprised he recovered quickly, his hands resting on your hips.

“Why does he get ta hold ya?” The scraggy one whined in a thick Irish accent.

“He paid.” You answered simply. “Besides the Madam, my boss, will notice something's going on if it doesn't look like I'm showin' you boys a good time.”

“You could also show us a good time?” Scraggly Irish boy pleaded.

“Enough Sean. So Miss, what can you tell us?” Asked the one who before hadn't been agreeing to this.

“Well first of all, you don't touch this place.” You growled, looking around the table at all of them, some of them seemed to think that was amusing. “Hey darlin', what's your name?” You glanced over your shoulder, your face so close to his you could feel his breath on your cheek.

“Javier.”

“Well Javier.” You took one hand off your hip and instead placing it on your thigh, he hummed appreciatively and let you guide it up your under your skirt that was only a few inches above your knees in the front, until his fingers met the knife that was hidden in your garters. “I mean it, I like having a job and I will god-damned gut you if you cause trouble for me. I'm here to fuck men not to be fucked over by them.”

His free arm around wrapped around you and pulled you a little more firmly against his crotch with something of an agreeing rumble from his chest, his hand still on your thigh.

“You have our word Miss.” The gentlemanly one nodded.

You leaned to press your back against Javier's chest, head tilted to the side thoughtfully. “You see that old coot over there asleep in a puddle of his own drool?” You nodded to the table where Rodger's card partners had left and he was fast asleep, his head pillowed by his folded arms. “That's Rodger, what I know is that old bastard somehow owns half the farms around town, overcharges folk a fortune to try to make a livin' off the bad soil out here where nothin' hardly grows.”

“You sayin' that guy has money?” Sean wrinkled in nose, a look of disbelief written across his features.

“I've been to his house before it's nice, fancy. And he just gave me this, feels like real gold to me.” Your fingers touched the necklace around your throat. Javier tucked his head over your shoulder and plucked at the jewellery with interest, his thumb idly stroking along your collar bone and you guessed he was also getting an eyeful down your cleavage.

“And you'd be fine with us possibly robbin' your customer?” The other young one asked.

“Honestly you can put a bullet through his head for all I care. He may seem harmless enough when he's drunk but catch him sober and he's a nasty little snake of a man, scared off some good regulars by threatin' to kick them off his land if they touch me. Fucker likes to think he owns me.” You grumbled. “We only keep serving him cause he's a good tipper.”

“Fair enough, so how do we get the money?” The older man chuckled. Within thirty minutes you had gone through the plan, how the boys were to get to the house, the best way in as well as noting some items you had seen that was probably most worth taking. All the while sitting rather comfortably in Javier's lap, his arms a warm hold around your waist and his chest rising and falling with his breath against your back. Arthur, you had learned was his name after a round of introductions, was making notes in some notebook.

“Well if this works out we owe you our thanks.” Charles spoke, cradling his glass between his hands. “Can't help but feel like it might be too easy though, or you're too helpful.”

You frowned at him with a shrug. “Think of it as me wantin' to do good by redistributin' the wealth that shithead has near stolen from others, or maybe I'm just bored and find this all rather amusin'. Your choice.”

Also for all the times Rodger had managed to vomit on you during a fuck, but you weren't gonna tell the boys that.

“Besides you paid me for my time, there ain't no rules on what my time is for unless I say.”

“You know what? I like her!” Sean snorted into his third drink. “And I bet ya like her just fine too, eh Javier? Ya lucky bastard!”

Javier gave a low chuckle into your neck, pulling you against him and giving just a bit of a grind up

into your ass with his hips.

Oh he was already a little hard. That was interesting. You wiggled back into him with a giggle, your hand reaching up and curling around his neck. His breath warm across your face when you turned to look at him, and he was admittedly not too bad looking, his lips just an inch away from yours.

“Oh get a room you two!” Sean mocked.

Javier dipped his head down, his lips near on yours and you were just about to meet him when Lenny spoke up.

“Hey now! That feller's wakin' up!”

You all turned to look to see Rodger groggily coming to, wiping a trail of drool from his cheek.

“Aww dammit we best be goin'. You're gonna distract him for us, yeah?” Arthur asked, reconfirming the plan.

Your nose wrinkled in disgust. “Any of you want to put on a dress and fuck the crusty bastard while I rob the house?” You tried, there was a round of chuckles and some sympathetic smiles and with a sigh your shoulders slumped. You slid off Javier's lap, his arms letting you go without any bother. “Well if you want any more tip offs, or just some fun come back soon, ya hear?.” You watched them down the last of their drinks and gather themselves up while you straightened out your skirt. “Eh, thanks for makin' at least some of my night interestin', it was nice.”

The others all bid their goodbyes and with tips of their hats they were heading out, but Javier's arm was sneaking back around your waist, tugging you against him. With a smile you leaned into kiss him, his lips surprisingly soft against yours for how rough they looked. “And you definitely come back, still got half your time you paid to use up.”

“Darlin'?!” Rodger's croaked voice shrilled out, the man still hardly awake but peering around looking for you.

“Oh god dammit.”

Javier grinned, stealing one last kiss before he was gone and following the others out the door.

#javier escuella #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #javier and reader #female reader #female pov #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #my writing

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swervestrickland · 7 years

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D&B

Pairing: AJ Styles x OFC [she has a name unfortunately bc I found it difficult to not name her, but I might try the [Y/N] stuff from now on

Word Count: 8,426 and I’m sorry

Warnings: There wasn’t going to be a warning at all and I went with a twist of Daddy!kink and light spanking at the last second and I’m not sorry

Tagging: @llowkeys / @wrestlingbabe / @sjwrites22 / @reigns420 / @xxmaddhatter39xx / @hardcorewwetrash / @helluvawriter / @wwetrashqueen / @the-geekgoddes

Author’s Note: It’s my first fic and it’s not perfect at all thank you for reading! Constructive criticism is welcome (: Also, as a sidenote, I might just stick to fluff from now on bc reasons.

Dave and Buster’s is normally a very crowded place. There are gaggles of children everywhere, with their mothers and fathers huddled in a group talking as they watch their children from their peripheral vision. At least one mom is always peeling herself from the group to go chastise one of her children for getting into mischief, and once she gets back another mother inevitably leaves to deal with her devil spawn. Children’s squeals ring through the two floors of arcade games and bowling alleys, the noise two decibels too high for a normal person’s ears to handle.

But tonight was different. Tonight was adults only. It wasn’t as crowded, though there were definitely enough bodies for the ventilation system to be rendered useless. Every game had at least four people huddled around it, friends cheering friends on as they sipped their beers. The bar at the back of the first floor was full of guys showin’ off for tipsy ladies. Top forty music was drowned out by 8-bit sound effects and twenty-somethings laughing at each other. And at the main entrance, employees in glow in the dark shirts handed eighteen, nineteen, and twenty year olds green plastic bands to wear so they wouldn’t try to order alcohol. The young adults fussed at the employees, mad as all hell, until the employees threatened to call security. And through a certain back entrance, a small group of superstars thanked the manager for letting them through undetected.

One of them, undoubtedly wearing a ball cap to tame his long brunette hair, stepped in front of his friends and rubbed his hands together, a green band on his wrist.

“All right, guys. You know the drill. We’re gonna get my son that limited edition Star Wars toy from that top shelf if it takes all damn night.” He grinned at them, and one particularly tall friend in a black beanie groaned.

“I’m kidding. Y'all have helped me enough. Y'all never win enough tickets anyway.” At these words, he ran.

A chorus of angry protests trailed behind him.

“Yeah friggin’ right!” “Oh my god, AJ.” “Are you serious?” “What the hell, man??”

But he was long gone.

AJ spent the first hour playing every game on each wall of the place, never bothering to try for the ones near the center area. There were too many people, and it was already nearing one in the morning. He busied himself with racing games, shooting games, and the like. Naomi passed by with Jimmy, already slightly tipsy, and her husband was spewing nonsense. AJ was laughing so hard by the time they left, he had a hand over his abdomen.

After a few more minutes, he got bored of the arcade games and decided to go upstairs, where he heard a bowling tournament was going on. He wasn’t much good at bowling himself, but he knew Ambrose and Corbin were, so he figured he’d see them up there.

Sure enough, Dean and Baron were in the second lane, fast friends when they realized they both shared a love for pin falls. AJ made it to their lane just as Dean made a a strike, sending Dean and Corbin into a drunken state of whoops and hollers, and AJ laughed when he saw them chest bump and miss completely. Alexa was with them, using an array of emotions he never saw her use during a show. She was smiling, not the malicious smile she liked to give the WWE Universe, but a smile that gave everything she was thinking away. AJ followed her gaze, and realized she was staring at Corbin. He slumped down next to her.

She had her hands supporting her, her feet splayed out in front of her to show her beautiful legs. Her eye make up was as on point as it was during a show, and AJ wondered if she had asked one of the make up artists to do her up before leaving the stadium earlier that night, or if she had done it herself.

“You do your own make up tonight?�� he asked her.

“Yeah, why?” she answered. The smile on her face flashed brighter at the compliment she knew was coming.

“Looks great, Little Bit,” AJ said, putting an arm over her shoulders. She giggled, and wriggled out from under him.

“Stop,” she said, looking back at Baron and Dean, who paid no mind to her, as they were neck and neck with a lovely young couple, and were banking on a win. “Baron will see.”

AJ gave her a look, one eyebrow raised like a dad to his rebellious child. He motioned to Corbin with a nod of his head. “What, him? He’s distracted. Matter of fact, I doubt he’s glanced back here once.”

Alexa pouted. “But he might. And I want him to know I’m available.”

AJ leaned back on his elbows. “Well, he ain’t gonna know you’re available unless you tell'im,” he said, his southern accent getting thicker as his concerned dad side came out in full force. Alexa groaned, but nodded.

“You’re right. Here, let’s go get some beers for him and Dean.” She jumped off the booth, her straight blonde hair bouncing as she went.

AJ shook his head, and followed after her, his hips swaying like only a man who knows who he is can do. His biceps fit snugly into his plain grey tee, and his dark blue jeans hung low on his hips. A Swiss watch was clasped to his wrist. Any girl’s heart in that venue would start palpitating fiercely if he so much as glanced in their direction, and he knew it, too. He smiled at no one, watching a girl in a group of young women playing pool nearly miss her shot as she stared at him.

Yup, he thought to himself, stroking at his scruffy beard.

I still got it.

When he made his way past the pool tables to the upstairs bar, Alexa was there, chatting rapidly with the bartender. Her body language screamed, ‘flirty’, no doubt trying to convince the bartender to grab her some alcohol off the top shelf for a lower price. Her hands were crossed on the counter, body arched, cleavage nice and low. She noticed AJ nearing her and she winked at him, motioning to the flustered bartender, who was unsure where to even look. With a nod and a gulp, the bartender grabbed something off the high shelf and poured out three drinks.

“Here you go, miss,” he managed.

Her reply was in a voice AJ wasn’t accustomed to her using, low and sensual. It took all he had not to burst out laughing at the poor bartender, who was being played for a fool.

“Thank you so much, hon. I’ll see ya later, okay??” she lied. AJ grabbed two of the drinks, and Alexa grabbed the other one.

From the speakers, the continuous droning halted as the manager at Dave & Buster’s made an announcement.

“Attention all fun lovers, the DDR competition will be starting in fifteen minutes!”

AJ nudged Alexa. “Bet you Naomi’s gonna be all over that.”

Alexa scoffed. “Yeah, if her and Jimmy aren’t completely slammed by now.”

AJ thought about it. “I don’t know, I feel like that’d just make it all the more fun to watch. Plus, the best DDR competitor I know is me. I bet no one’s beaten the high score I got the last time we were here.”

They made it back to the bowling alley, where Dean and Baron were slumped back in their chairs, seemingly upset.

“Cheer up, guys, I brought you drinks!” Alexa pitched.

Dean looked up. He took the drink from AJ’s hand. “Guess I’ll take yours since you’re gonna be the party pooper tonight.”

AJ smacked him upside the head. “Hey, one of us has to be the responsible one.”

Baron thanked Alexa for the drink, and her face brightened. Dean retorted, “Hey, that should be your new title. AJ Styles, the 'responsible one.’” He extended his hands, picturing it. Baron grinned, and AJ frowned.

“Anyway,” AJ said, “how much you wanna bet that you’re about to get your ass handed to you again, this time by the pixie lady standing over there next to Baron?”

Baron looked up at Alexa, who was wide eyed. She mouthed, “what the fuck are you doing?”

AJ mouthed back, “just watch.”

Dean scoffed. “Psh, Alexa? She’s probably never bowled in her life.”

Alexa shot him a glare. “Yeah? If I’ve never bowled, why don’t you go ahead and make that bet?”

Baron’s eyes kept going from Dean to Alexa, surprised by this turn of events and happy to be given any moment to fuck with Dean. “Come on, Dean. Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

“You fucking traitor. Fine, twenty bucks says I win by at least fifteen points.”

AJ piped up, “twenty bucks? Dean, that’s pennies. Why don’t you make it a hundred?”

Alexa grinned. “How about one fifty?” Baron was steady glancing back and forth between Alexa and Dean, clearly hyped for the shit that was about to go down.

Dean growled, “agh, fuck it, one fifty it is.” He reached over to shake Alexa’s hand, and Alexa leaned over Baron to shake it. AJ caught Baron’s eyes wandering. He grinned to himself.

“It’s settled then,” AJ said, clapping his hands together. “Dean versus Alexa. If he wins by fifteen points or more, he wins one fifty. If he doesn’t beat her by fifteen points, Dean has to pay up. But wait…”

Alexa replied, “what?”

AJ chuckled. “What happens if you win?”

Dean waved him away. “Like that would ever happen.”

Baron stood up, all of seven foot tall. His dark eyes were bright with the spirit of drama and competition. “If Alexa wins, Dean and I do whatever she wants for the rest of the night.”

Alexa’s chest swelled at the thought, but she played it coy. “Alright, sounds fair. Dean?”

Dean gave Baron a sideways glance. “Are you drunk? This ain’t even your fight, man.”

“I know,” Baron said, “but you’re like a brother to me. If you lose, I’ll take some of the heat, too.”

AJ smiled a wicked smile. “Aight, y'all, now this is a damn competition.” He went to the monitor on their lane and punched in Alexa’s name as LILBIT, and deleted Baron’s name and the couples’ names, who had left. Alexa stepped up to where the different sized bowling balls were and grabbed one of the smaller ones and placed it in their cache.

Dean took a sip of his beer. As he stepped up to grab his bowling ball and make his first move, he sang, “Catherine Zeta-Jonessss.”

He swung.

Eight pins. Baron hollered, “nice one, Ambrose!”

Dean started dancing, and AJ egged him on. “Damn, Ambrose, you got moves.”

“You better believe it, baby,” Dean said, running fingers through his hair. He stopped a moment to take a sip of his beer, soaking in the glory, and then took his second swing.

He flattened the last two pins.

Alexa stood there, arms crossed. Channeling her inner spiteful bliss, she said, “Are you done?”

Dean sat down, waving her away. “Yeah, yeah. Make your move.”

Alexa bent down seductively as she grabbed her bowling ball. AJ shook his head. Baron was close to drooling. AJ waved in his face. “See something you like, Corbin?”

Snapping out of it, Baron began to blush. Alexa loved that color on him. “Man, seriously?” he said to AJ.

“Hey, AJ,” Alexa yelled. “That’s my line!” and she swung the bowling ball in beautiful form, toppling all ten pins.

Dean stood up, mouth agape.

Baron cheered. “Oh, shit,” he whispered, eyes darting back to Dean.

“How the flipping fuck?” Dean couldn’t believe.

AJ clapped his back in pity, and pointed with his other hand to Alexa. “Should’ve done your research, son. Little Bit over there has gone bowling every Tuesday with her dad since she was four years old.”

Baron was laughing so hard he was holding his stomach, and Dean glanced from AJ, to Alexa, and back again. Then his irritation started to show. “And just how long have you known that??”

“Since I met her. We’re good friends.”

As Dean sat there, bickering with AJ, something else entirely was going on in Baron’s mind. He was looking at Alexa differently than he ever had. Sure, he saw her every day at the performance center, at the gym, what have you. He saw her training. He’d seen her bleed and he’d seen her sweat. He’d seen her at her vilest, the heel she played on Smackdown, the Wicked Witch of the WWE. And he’d seen her at her best, smiling and happy with all of their friends and coworkers around. But something was different about tonight. It was like he was seeing her for the first time.

“Hey, Alexa!” he motioned for her to sit down, and she mocked Dean as he walked up to make his second play. Dean stuck his tongue out at her.

Alexa sat down next to Baron, his arm draped across the back of the chair.

AJ, pretending to pay attention to Dean, watched them from his peripheral vision. Baron leaned in close to Alexa’s ear, and whispered something. It must have been good, because AJ could see her break out in a smile.

Dean knocked over one pin. He missed completely on the second shot, and AJ gave him a slow clap back to his seat.

AJ stood up. With Dean demoralized, and Alexa and Baron clearly into each other, he decided to head back downstairs and find some more of his friends to liven up the group. He noticed Alexa was making her second play.

“Where are you going, asshole?” Dean shouted as he left.

“To find a way to make you feel better. Spoiler alert: it’s not Renee, so don’t get too excited.”

“You’re a bastard.”

AJ shot a hand in the air as he walked away, agreeing with Dean.

As he bounded down the stairs through the very drunk group of people, he noticed everyone was talking about one thing - that DDR competition they mentioned on the speakers.

If he remembered correctly, the DDR mechanism was in the center of the arcade floor, so he hadn’t gotten to it all night. As he walked, he caught sight of Carmella and Ellsworth, fast friends after their strange storyline on Smackdown. They were in a corner, taking multiple, constant selfies of each other like the Princess of Staten Island was known to do. AJ waved them over.

“Hey, guys, do me a favor.”

“Anything for the champ, AJ,” Carmella declared. Jimmy nodded in enthusiasm.

“Alright, kids. I need you to go upstairs and cheer up the ol’ lunatic fringe for me. See, he’s losing a bet right now and he might need some cheerleaders to urge him on.”

“Sounds fun!” Carmella grabbed Jimmy’s arm and led him upstairs, every man in the place watching her as she did.

He continued walking, looking around, unable to find his people. After a few more minutes and a couple more laps around the floor, he gave up as a bunch of people ran to the center of the place. He could hear cheers and whoops and hollers.

His curiosity was gaining momentum, but it all about took over his body as he heard another announcement over the radio.

“Congratulations, Miss Valerie!”

A voice in the background corrected the speaker, “it’s Valeria,” in an accent he recognized.

“Excuse me, congratulations, Miss Valeria! You just beat the old gaming record in place by a good friend of mine, known only on the game as AJP1.”

AJ’s jaw slacked. “There’s no friggin’ way.”

Naomi and Jimmy happened to be passing by and he gave them an awestruck look. “AJ, hon, isn’t that your gaming signature?”

“Damn right it is,” AJ whispered, seething. He made his way through the bodies, leaving Naomi and Jimmy behind.

He could hear the familiar sound of DDR music through the rowdiness, but that was nothing to the beating of his heart in his ears, the blood pumping. Why was he so furious? He thought about it as he pushed through.

He’d loved arcade games and video games since he was young. In his old house, before he and his wife split, he had an entire room specifically for the exhibition of the classics. Pac Man, Galaga, Tetris, Donkey Kong, Tron, Street Fighter. He also had an old Nintendo 64, a Sega, a Game Cube. He was into all that stuff. But there was only one place in the world that fueled his passion for it to the brim, a place that had not only the best, but some of the most obscure games he’d never find anywhere else.

Getting signed by New Japan afforded him one of the greatest experiences of his life. He got to experience a new culture, a different way of thinking, and a new set of people that pushed him to his limits and beyond. While he would say he found some of his best friends in the business, some of the greatest wrestlers of all time, in New Japan, it didn’t always mean he felt happy being there.

There were times when he had missed his sons and his wife so much that he couldn’t bare to go out with the boys and ruin their fun. He needed time on his own. He would bury himself in the one other love of his life. In time, some of his friends began to notice his obsession, and they felt that maybe it needed some sort of growth, but in a healthier manner.

Shinsuke came up to him one night, after a difficult, sweat-inducing training day.

He clapped AJ on the back, handed him a bottle of water. “Hard day,” he said, the words coming out slow, breathing deep after the beating they just took. AJ took the bottle thankfully and chugged it down in under fifteen seconds. After a couple of deep breaths himself, he answered Shinsuke. “Yeah, man. I’m beat. I’ll be all right, though.”

Shinsuke gave him a once over, to make sure it was true, and when he was assured he switched gears completely. “You like games.”

AJ raised an eyebrow, wondering where this was going. “It’s a hobby of mine.” He waited.

Shinsuke took another deep breath, and continued. “There’s a place near my apartment. We should go. There’s a game I think you will like.”

And so began his love of Dance Dance. It was his guilty pleasure. When Shinsuke had recommended it to him at the arcade center, Shinsuke hadn’t expected AJ to love it as much as he did. But every other night, after a long hard, day, AJ would wait till everyone else had gone, swatting away any invite to go get fucked up at the bar, and grab Shinsuke’s bag and tell him, “let’s go.”

It became a friendly competition between them. They’d play round after round after round, until it was damn near closing time. At first, AJ was little more than two left feet. He could still hear the sound of Shinsuke’s laugh ringing in his ears, the sound of young Japanese girls swooning over Shinsuke as he dominated AJ with ease. But still he pressed on. It was something different. In other games, he relied on his already practiced hands to win. This was the one arcade game he’d ever seen that forced him to have the same caliber, if not a higher one, of intelligence with his feet.

As he continued to obsess over it, Shinsuke slowly started to fade away from it. It wasn’t because he didn’t like the game, after all he was the one who exposed AJ to it. It was because he didn’t have the passion for it like AJ did. And he was happy for AJ. If anything, something about the game and the way AJ spent hours on it brought a change in him.

He became more nimble in the ring. He was happier. He was more enthusiastic. Shinsuke had known being here without his family had been difficult, to say the least. He had young boys and a beautiful wife at home, in the States. He was glad that he had found a way to relieve some of that depression that had glossed over AJ’s life here.

In time, AJ had beat every conceivable record. Once he felt at peace with his victory, he slowed down. But the symptoms, the advantages of playing the game stayed with him.

When he got back to the states, he made damn sure his friends came with him to the arcade centers like Dave & Buster’s after each pay-per-view, as celebration for each of their victories or defeats. Most times, he and his friends would have a goal to make enough tickets to buy the most expensive item on the prize shelf. Tonight, though, after a particularly grueling set of matches, he just wanted them to have fun. He had expected the night to be full of laughs and cheerfulness, but something about losing the record on DDR struck a chord with AJ. Maybe it was the loss he suffered tonight against the Miz, of all people. He knew it was planned. He’d conceded to the storyline weeks ago. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to suffer for it. The rage burned through his stomach.

A voice broke through the crowd.

“So, anybody up for another round? Or are all of y'all too chicken?” Some people groaned, others yelled, trying to cheer some friends on, but no one would step up to that piercing female tone.

It was like dry ice. It could freeze you in place and then burn you for it.

“Whaaat?” she continued. “Really, no one? Hell.”

He looked for where her voice was coming from, and found its owner. She was a foot away from the machine, one hand splayed across the resting bar. The other was up in the air, begging anyone and everyone to fight her.

Her round face was a perfect shade of beige, her lips a rosy pink, her nose long with a small crook just past the bridge, like a renaissance painting. But her body….AJ felt something stiffen between his legs.

She wasn’t perfect. Not at all, he told himself. She was nothing compared to the women he spent his days with training, battle-hardened, made-for-tv individuals. No, compared to them, she was soft, squishy. But something about her body made him tense.

Perhaps it was the way she carried herself. She didn’t seem to be afraid of one face she saw in the crowd around her. Her smile was coy, her eyes, though a deep dark brown, glistened like the color of Coca Cola. They were sweet and addicting all at once.

Perhaps it was the way her cami top cut a little too low, the way he could see a ghost of her nipples, the way her top rose to reveal a chubby little tummy when she heaved from the exercise she had put her body through. Maybe it was the way her yoga shorts rose to reveal her ample thighs, and AJ’s mind flashed him an image of his own head between them, grasping them with his rough hands and hearing her yelps and feeling her winces as he planted love bites all over them.

AJ shook the thoughts away. She was standing next to the manager, his good friend, who had made the announcement about the broken record not moments ago.

He made his way over to the manager, who took his hand and gave him a clap on the back. “Was wondering when you’d show up,” he remarked.

“Yeah, well,” AJ laughed, trying his best to hide his irritation, “had to see who was responsible for my downfall.”

The woman’s eyes grew wide. “You’re AJP1?” Incredulous and disbelieving, she crossed her arms. “No way.”

“Actually, I am. Surprising, I know. I don’t look like much.”

The woman was taken aback by his humility. From what she knew, he was a big deal. For anyone who knew of the game, of course, at least in this particular D&B. She gave him a once over, looked at his fit form, his strong biceps, his long hair, the ball cap that shaded his eyes. Without thinking, she dipped her head closer to him, to get a look at his eyes. His eyes were the color of clear blue water lapping on a Hawaiian beach. She gasped, and AJ, who hadn’t moved an inch under her gaze, gave her a questioning look.

Though AJ would never admit it, the fire he felt in his stomach wasn’t from rage anymore. She was doing things to him he would never understand, and who knew if he’d ever know she was getting the exact same feeling.

“One round. Triple A. The hardest song.”

Her confidence was borderline conceited, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. The entire crowd and Lee, the manager, which he’d forgotten as he gazed at her, started cheering him on, begging him to accept the challenge.

AJ turned to face the crowd. He couldn’t help himself. Being a performer was a part of him. He gave them a crooked smile, and yelled, “Should I accept the lovely Miss-”

He looked at her.

“Valeria.”

“Should I accept the lovely Miss Valeria’s challenge?”

Everyone cheered.

“Are you sure?”

They cheered louder.

He turned to face her. “Miss Valeria, I can assure you, you don’t want none of this.” The crowd ooh'ed. She rolled her eyes. “That being said, are you ready to lose?”

Her eyes darkened. “Hell no.” The crowd erupted.

The manager took his mic and made an announcement on the intercom.

“The breaker of the record challenged the previous record holder to a round of DDR. Everybody get down here!”

Upstairs, Jimmy, Carmella, and Dean perked their ears up at the announcement.

“Jimmy, Carm, I think AJ’s about to do something stupid.” He grabbed his leather jacket from the chair in front of him, whipping it on as he and the other two made for the stairs. “Hold on, where’s Baron and Alexa?” Dean said, eyes searching those who were still upstairs, only to come up short. “Forget it. Let’s go find AJ.”

Valeria chose the song. It was one of AJ’s favorites, and he remembered the day he first conquered it. He was alone. Shinsuke hadn’t accompanied him that night, and everyone had grown tired of watching AJ on the DDR floor. That last step had made him feel like a million dollars. Relief flooded over his body, and he could feel the cold sweat running down his spine. It had been a great moment, and he was glad he had been alone.

Now, he was all business. He squared up his shoulders as he waited for the arrows to roll. Valeria stood to his right, with a fixed and focused expression. Her mouth was in the shape of a small O, breathing deeply, and AJ vividly imagined her mouth around his-

The arrows rolled.

It was hard to focus when a girl like that was a foot away from him. He could feel it, that same cold sweat and goosebumps as his feet moved quickly.

But she was quicker. By God, she was quicker. She had the reflexes of a feline, and while he wasn’t exactly struggling, he was nowhere near her level. AJ could feel the blood pumping through his veins, through his arms and through someplace much, much lower.

Her long, brown hair bobbed and bounced. She took a glance in his direction, and noticed something akin to being nervous, and smiled to herself. Always one to make others feel more uncomfortable, she began to dance. As in, actually dance. Her hips moved to the rhythm of the Japanese dance music, and men in the crowd hollered. She thought she saw AJ glance in her direction, and she flicked her hair above her shoulder, dancing with every inch of her body. She manipulated every curve and every exposed bit of skin to her advantage, all the while managing to stay ahead in the game.

AJ was a mess.

When the song was over, and the game tallied up their points, he bowed to Valeria as a show of sportsmanship, knowing she’d won.

With a grin she turned to him and bowed, then to the group of people huddled around.

From the back, a group of people pushed through the crowd, and AJ recognized Dean and the rest of his friends.

“That’s okay, AJ, baby, you’re still number one in my book!” Dean applauded, grinning from ear to ear, and AJ pulled him into hug and clapped him on the back, not bothering to stifle his laughter. Dean patted him on the cheek.

Carmella and James were taking pictures, and then AJ saw Naomi and Jimmy in the back.

“AJ, honey boo, what happened??”

“What happened? I met my match, that’s what happened. And where the hell were you?” AJ said, hugging her and giving Jimmy a clap on the back.

“We were in the bathroom. Naomi was all fucked up. I was gonna leave her there, but she insisted I hold her hair up in case she threw up,” Jimmy stated jokingly.

Naomi smacked him lightly. “Way to tell everybody my business!”

“Not like everyone didn’t see you make a fool of yourself earlier.”

“Oh my god!”

AJ loved their banter. It reminded him of him and his wife. The thought grew sad. Then he remembered Valeria. It seemed she remembered herself too, as she piped up. “Y'all must be AJ’s friends,” she said, holding out a hand.

“Damn,” Dean whispered to AJ. To Valeria, “anyone who could make the phenomenal one drop a few pegs is a friend of mine,” and he pulled her into a hug, making sure AJ was watching, Dean’s hands dropping down her lower back in a manner that was just a little too friendly.

AJ ignored him, introducing Valeria to his friends, silently wishing they’d all scatter so he could have some time alone with her. He couldn’t remember the last time he even talked to a woman he was interested in. After the divorce he kind of just….fell off the map. The last person he remembered feeling something for was Maryse. He knew Maryse had feelings for him, too. Hell, he’d acted on them one night. She’d been backstage at a show, Mike nowhere to be found, and he discovered her by herself, clutching her stomach, tears falling. The staggering confidence she normally radiated was gone, and his heart ached for her. He sat down next to her, asked her if she was okay, if she needed water, food, anything. In a gesture that was very un-Maryse, she reached her arms out in a hug, and he instantly enveloped her. He could smell her sweet perfume, and he could feel the wetness on her cheeks from crying silently. Without thinking, he began to kiss the tears away. Maryse stiffened, unsure of what he was doing, but eventually she let him continue, warming to his lips’ touch. And then the moment was over as quickly as it began. She pulled away, and shook her head, and AJ knew that it would never happen, nor should he mention it, again. He shook all feelings for her away after that.

Valeria waved to all of his friends, shook some hands, hugged a few. When she’d acquainted herself with everyone, she said, “All right, now if y'all don’t mind I’m going to take this guy over here away while we talk Dance Dance,” and she pushed AJ through the already scattering crowd. AJ looked back, and saw his friends in various stages of shock, but they shook it off quickly, scattering as well, James with Carmella and Naomi with Jimmy, and Dean off to go find wherever the hell Alexa and Baron went.

“So be honest,” Valeria started, “did you let me win?”

“I didn’t.”

“Are you lying?” Her hands were on her hips. Something about her tone made a fire in AJ’s belly grow.

“Actually yeah, I let you win. Didn’t want you to feel embarrassed in front of about a hundred people.”

Her eyes flared. “Are you fucking serious?”

“I damn sure am.”

“I want a rematch.”

“Why? You know you’re gonna lose this time.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yeah I do.” He said, taking a step closer to her. She was so sexy when she was angry.

She took a step closer to him, bending her face close, wanting to yell in his face.

God, she looks beautiful.

“If you’re so sure you’ll win, why don’t you fucking prove it?”

“I don’t want to.” AJ wanted her so badly right now it was insane, and he didn’t want to stop her dead in her rage, so he switched gears and was doing everything in power to cool her down.

“And why the fuck not?”

“Because I want to have a drink with you first.”

She looked down at his wrist. “You’re wearing a band. And I know you’re not under twenty one.” She was trying to get under his skin, and he wasn’t going to have it.

AJ chuckled, to her dismay. “Yes, that’s true. I’m thirty eight. I’m wearing the band because I wasn’t gonna drink tonight, but I want to have a drink with you.”

The flush on her cheeks was unusual. For a girl who normally exuded confidence and a “gives no fucks” attitude, she seemed so small and precious just then.

That blush makes me feel things.

“What?” she inquired, and that’s when AJ realized he’d fucked up. Big time. There was no going back now. That blush was turning rosier by the second. He wasn’t going to do this - he was more respectable than this - but he couldn’t help it, he knew the best way to answer her was to just be outright with it. So he went for it.

He placed a hand gently under her jaw, fingers timidly grazing her neck. AJ looked into her deep brown eyes, and saw the warmth she didn’t dare express. And as he stood there, his other hand stationary at her waist, hesitating to do what he knew he would regret not doing, she made the decision for him.

His eyelids closed shut, the darkness helping to memorize the feel of her lips, the taste of her tongue as it edged into his mouth, the lingering aroma of sweat and the sweet perfume she probably spritzed on hours ago, all of it. His eyelids were shut so tight he looked as if he were in pain, as if he was holding himself back and he couldn’t and his entire being was struggling under her influence.

AJ felt both of Valeria’s hands touch his face, his scruff. Like the creeping wakefulness of dawn, he slowly opened his eyes and looked into her own. The glowing warmth in them was replaced by burning embers. They said to him, let’s go somewhere.

“Wait for me,” he spoke, squeezed her hand, and left her standing there, as he looked for the man of opportunity.

AJ found him at the front, helping his employees pack up the remaining wrist bands and flattening fold up tables. When he saw AJ, a smile broke onto his face. AJ couldn’t help but smile back, as this man was the most significant player in the story that was unfolding before his eyes.

“Lee, buddy.” He helped him pick up the table and fold it.

“AJ, my man. What can I do for you?”

“I need another favor.”

Lee stood there, his formerly pristine white dress shirt now a bit more wet than usual, his tie hanging back on his shoulder. He was missing his normal three pens from his shirt pocket. Lee’s grip slipped on the table, but AJ managed to hold on and fold it himself.

Lee swiped at his forehead, ran a hand through his shortly cropped hair. “I guess I could help you out. Depends what it is, of course.”

“I need a room all to myself. Is the the ball pit closed off tonight?”

Lee sighed, took a set of keys from his pocket. He shuffled through them, held onto one as the rest of them clinked to the bottom of the key ring. A Georgia tech hornet also hung off the ring, catching AJ’s eye and remembering how they even met in the first place.

“You gonna catch that game tomorrow?” AJ said with a smile and a light punch to Lee’s shoulder. Lee grinned back.

“Yeah, but I’ll be rootin’ against your team and you know it.”

AJ clapped him on the back as Lee handed him the keys, and AJ made sure to grab the right one in between his thumb and index finger, so he wouldn’t lose track. “Can’t believe I’m friends with you, man.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get outta here.”

AJ took his cue and left Lee to struggle on his own. Lee was good to him, he’d met him one day at a Georgia/Tech game, and they nearly ended up beating each others’ ass. But AJ was fond of him, and Lee was fond of AJ. They watched the games together, AJ would send him tickets to whatever wrestling events Lee’s kids wanted to see, and Lee would let him have the run of the arcade center. They were good friends, going on five years.

Valeria had sat down at the bar, and as he reached her he caught her speaking fast as a whirlwind with the bartender, but he couldn’t recognize most of the words. Then he caught one, “mijita”. He’d heard Latina women at the grocery store in Gainesville use that word when speaking to their children. Then he recognized “cabron”. He cocked a half smile, knowing that was an insult.

“Not talking about me, are ya?”

He expected Valeria to jump a mile, but she didn’t. “Surprisingly enough, no.” Her hand was on a drink, and the other holding her chin up. Another drink was next to her, and he sat down on the stool in front of it.

“For me?” he said.

“Just one.” She leaned in to whisper into his ear. “Not enough to get you drunk, because I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

He grinned at the drink, taking a sip. “Seems fair.”

She leaned in to whisper again, closer this time, “but just enough so you have the courage to fuck me silly.”

He felt the bastard between his legs stiffen.

“Let’s go.” He left a twenty on the counter, and took her hand. He led her all the way up to the second floor, past the bowling alley, where he could see Dean and the rest, past the other bar, where he found Alexa and Baron shitfaced and making out - he grinned at that, past the other closed off room where they have the inflatable slide - he made a mental note to remember to ask Lee for that one next time, all the way to the end of the building where the ball pit reigned supreme.

This wasn’t just your average ball pit either. As he unlocked the door, and Valeria giggled, a grand sight splayed out in front of them. The ball pit was twenty five feet by twenty five feet, or at least it looked that way. Sky blues and meadow greens were everywhere. The black net that came up to make the walls could mesmerize and dizzy you if you stared for too long. Valeria, holding AJ’s hand tenderly, urged him to follow her. With butterflies in his stomach, he did.

“So, AJ, besides hanging around in arcade centers, what do you do?”

She was buying time. As madly in lust as she was, her hands trembled and her mind was flying a mile a minute. Should I do this? How do I know this is real? Ay carajo, ojalá que no me despierte de este sueño.

AJ placed his hands on Valeria’s hips, bypassing the soft fabric of her top and just holding her, feeling the even softer, tan skin underneath. “I wrestle.”

Valeria giggled nervously, losing that confident edge she was used to wearing like armor. “Wr-wrestling? Like, wrestling wrestling? Or is that, like, an innuendo?”

AJ’s fingers kneaded carefully at her skin, and she could feel the rumble of his chuckle through the points where they made contact. As she became more comfortable with the thought of him, she hooked her arms around his neck. “I wrestle, and I’m a performer. I do house shows and everything, go on the road, stuff like that.”

“Is it fun?” she asked, head turning to the side, concern on her face. “I imagine it gets lonely.”

From under his ball cap, AJ’s eyes lowered to stare at the ground, thinking how to answer her honestly. “For the most part, you can get so busy you don’t even notice how alone you are. You’ve got coworkers, staff, fans, they’re always around. You’re either on a plane or at the gym or backstage before a show, and there’s always someone there, so it doesn’t look like you’re alone.” Valeria nodded, comprehending what he refused to say aloud. Without uttering a word, she reached a hand to take off his cap, and she threw it over the walls of the ball pit. At his raised brow, she replied, “I was getting tired of it shading your beautiful eyes from me.”

“You like my beautiful eyes?” he said, teasingly, all too happy to change the subject. As she shook herself from his grasp, Valeria backed away from him, reaching for the netted entryway of the ball pit.

Dios mío, si!

But a simple bite of her bottom lip and a quick nod as she entered the ball pit was enough to have AJ eagerly follow her inside.

This woman just might be the death of me.

She dived in, silently relieved to find out the balls were foam and not plastic, like they were back when she was a kid. AJ, diving in after her, was also relieved.

“Valeria, what the hell are you doing?” he said, pushing foam balls away like he was swimming. She was somewhere underneath that layer of foam, and she wasn’t coming back up. The only sign of her was the giggle that came from his left. He lunged, earning a shriek from the mass of foam, and as he clawed his way through, he managed to grab something squishy but firm, receiving another shriek and a reactionary kick to his tummy.

“Fuck, that was my ass, you jerk!” she giggled, struggling to stay away from his reach.

“I shouldn’t’ve let that bit of you go, then.”

“Oh my god!”

He followed the noise and direction of the shuffling balls, knowing there was no way she could escape. As she hit one of the walls, he heard a muffled, ay, christo, and could hardly contain his amusement. “You all right? Sounded like it hurt.”

About six feet away, he saw a small hand pop up to the surface and give him the finger.

With a gigantic grin on his face and butterflies in his stomach that absolutely refused to chill, he lunged for her one more time.

This time, she didn’t squeal or kick him. She pulled him close, swatting foam balls like flies so she could kiss him. Her hands went underneath his shirt, and he did the same, both of them getting the feel for the other. Valeria knocked her shoes off her feet, losing them in the sea of foam. AJ moved to kiss her neck, Valeria feeling the graze of his tongue, leaving a trail of wet to the top of her breasts. Knocking more spheres out of the way, AJ crashed his body into hers, letting her feel his rock hard erection through her thin, delicate shorts. His hands roamed higher under her top, and he gave one of her breasts a squeeze (“No bra?” “I was feeling slutty to-oh!”). She let out a feral moan.

Pleased with her reaction, he began to attend to bottom half of her body as she took off her cami. He placed two fingers between her thighs, feeling the wetness leaking through her shorts and her panties. He squeezed both her thighs with his strong hands, leaving small bites on them and earning sharp intakes of breath from Valeria at each one. This is what he pictured earlier that night, his head between her thick, stunning thighs, his mouth and his tongue all too eager to please her. AJ helped her take off what remained of her clothing as she unbuckled his belt to make him lose his own.

“Not yet, darlin’. This is all you right now.” With that, he went down on her. Her breaths grew quick, moaning his name as she held onto his hair for dear life. One of AJ’s hands reached up to twist a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and his other pumped two fingers into her. Her moans were getting louder, and she begged for a release that was drawing closer, and she arched her back, begging for his tongue to go faster, rougher. AJ did as her body demanded, till he had her whining beneath him, so damn close to climax, before he lifted his head up, her flavor on his lips, a trail of saliva extending with him as he came up to kiss her. His fingers left, leaving her empty inside, and she placed all of her frustration back into the kiss he gave her.

Suddenly, as she didn’t notice when he’d taken off his clothing, his cock was rubbing at her clit, roughly, and she moaned in ecstasy as he placed two fingers back inside her, curling them in and pumping furiously. He growled in her ear, and she moaned louder, grinding her hips into him, her clit enjoying the feel of his cock against it, faster and faster until she could feel herself close to climax again.

He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, sending the nerves around it and nerves at her heat into overdrive, and she heard him growl, “cum for me, darlin’” and that was it, she was gone, every part of her that begged for release was set into a spasm that she couldn’t control, and her hands pulled at his hair and she moaned his name ravenously.

“My turn, missy,” AJ panted, and Valeria nodded viciously. Without another word, she grabbed his cock, eyes widening as she took his entire length into her mouth. She heard AJ knocking foam away from them, wanting to watch her plump, rosy lips suck on his cock. His hands appeared at the back of her head, taking all her beautiful, shiny brown hair into them, pulling just enough to turn her on. His groans earned a smirk from her, making her pop his cock out of her mouth and receive a long, passionate kiss.

“I want you inside me, papi,” she whispered in his ear, which switched AJ into a whole ‘nother gear. Quick as lightning, he had her flipped over on her back, her hands grasping for the wall netting to keep her propped up. He molded himself to her body, grinding his cock into her ass, his chest touching her back, his face next to hers at the crook of her shoulder, one hand roaming below her torso and the other up to her breasts.

“Is that the way you like it, missy?” He growled into her ear, twisting at her nipple while the other hand fingered her clit again, wanting her to cum for him again.

“Yes, papi,” she panted, breathless, and AJ’s eyes flickered with fire at the word. He squeezed her other breast, continuing to rub circles around her clit, and she moaned his name again. Angry, he spanked her, not too hard and not too lightly, and she yelped.

“Not AJ. What you called me just before that. Don’t make me ask you again.”

“Oh, papi!” she cried out, and he placed his cock at her entrance, and it slid right in, slicked from her saliva and other juices.

“Yeah? You like that, darlin?” He spanked her again, grinding into her, and she could hardly breathe as he hit all the right spots inside her. He replaced the hand at her clit with one of her own, pulling back on her soft hair, biting at her neck, and twisting a nipple in between his fingers. He began to moan when she climaxed for the second time, her walls tightening around his cock, and he pumped into her a bit more roughly. As he rode out her orgasm, AJ’s hips stuttered and his seed spilled inside her.

His eyes were seeing stars once he pulled himself out, and he staggered a bit, tripping over a ball and falling back into the sea of foam, but not before he grabbed Valeria’s arms and pulled her in with him.

“Ay, mierda,” she croaked, her voice half gone from the erotic moaning that no one but AJ had heard tonight. His hands pulled her into a tight embrace, and she warmed up to him, annoyed by the uncomfortable place they were in but enjoying the fire that resonated from AJ nonetheless. “I don’t know how we managed to do any of what we just did. This ball pit sucks.”

AJ nuzzled her nose, and she giggled. “I’ll make sure to ask Lee for a different room next time. But the real question is,” he said, his face turning all serious, “is where the hell did our clothes go?”

Valeria gasped, eyes wide with mock horror. “Oh, no…I guess we’ll just have to live here forever.”

AJ snorted. “Hell, no. Come on, let’s get out of here,” he said, pulling her up and leading her out.

“But, papi,” Valeria teased, “I can’t go out there all indecent like this.” AJ stopped dead in his tracks, and turned to face her. His eyes were dark again, and they studied her own playful ones.

“You just love to get me all turned on, don’t you, missy?”

She bit her bottom lip, and that was all it took.

Last Note: If you made it this far congratulations and thank you from the bottom of my heart. The DDR thing was fucking weird, I know, but I felt the need to write it. It made sense to me, and considering the fact that just two days ago, after I had already finished writing the fic, I found this gifset of Kenny Omega, I was like, “oh my god well at least one wrestler has proven this a thing thank the lord”. Anyway thank you again for reading and let me know what you think??? :)

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