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watevermelon · 3 years

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Same Old Love | Kaeya (Genshin) x Traveler!Reader

✧ Summary: Kaeya was mysterious in every way that made you wary. From the gleam in his eye to how easy it was for him to flirt, it made you wonder how much he was presenting was truly real. Not wanting to get sucked in, you swore not to fall for the Cavalry Captain. At least, that was the plan, right? ➳ Notes: Angst with a happy ending ➳ A/N: Thank you so much for the ask!! This was fun to write ((I feel like I write so much angsty/jealousy fics haha)) I’m just getting into genshin and so please feel free to send in requests for these cuties <3 @breathings-of-the-heart

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You had some worries about Kaeya, dubbed “The Handsome Mr. Kaeya” by Paimon.

There was no doubt that he was attractive, his ever present smirk and exposed chest was enough to signify to anyone that even Kaeya was well aware of his looks. But he tended to wield his words like a double edged sword - using his words for an express purpose.

It was admirable, in a way. He was the loyal Cavalry Captain who looked out for Mondstadt’s best interest. And while he had misled you on this pirate treasure adventure, there was no harm really done. In fact, from the way he prattled about haircuts and eyepatches inherited from his parents, you were already sure that it was simply a tale being spun for Paimon to latch onto.

At the end of the day, Kaeya still compensated you for your time and provided you with a higher-level weapon. The criminals were caught and the Knights were credited for another arrest of an infamous Treasure Hunter. It was a win-win situation that you very quickly put behind you as another job done.

The entire quest had not really bothered you - it was not like you had not withheld anything either. You ran from clue to clue without updating Kaeya on your progress, with the express intent of snagging some of this treasure yourself.

It was a really smart move on his part and, for whatever reason, it had the inverse effect on you - it made you want to get closer to Kaeya.

Paimon grumbled for all of a day before she prattled onto something new, complaining about the returning ruin guard by the temple or the way Venti sassed her. But you often found yourself hanging around Good Hunter or Angel’s Share, wondering if you would be able to run into him again.

It was no surprise that Kaeya was always busy, Jean had mentioned before that Kaeya was the one who often wrapped up every physical incident that occurred in both the city and outer plains of Mondstadt.

And so it was easy to lose track of him, the image of Kaeya still present in your mind, just pushed back in the further recess as you continued in your struggle to find clues about your brother. When whispers on the street spoke of a Dark Knight hero, you were pleasantly surprised to see Diluc patrolling the streets from the shadows.

The last thing you had expected was to team-up with the very man who ran opposite to the Knights, but you learned how oddly sweet Diluc was in that short amount of time. His double life of fighting off the abyss army single-handedly to running the largest Winery on the continent - Diluc’s workload was no easy feat.

You were just out of the clear, Huffman gone to deal with the slimes when a resounding clap started from the dining area of the bar. Kaeya stood and approached you both, you turned to Diluc and he had the flattest, most unimpressed expression on.

You stood mostly silent in that conversation, Diluc with his arms and chin held high. Kaeya had reassured him that the secret was best kept that way, eyes glinting mischievously as they went from the winery owner to you.

You only stared right back, as if Kaeya’s face would give off exactly what he was looking for. Instead, he simply smiled at the both of you and left when Diluc said he was closing the bar. Diluc thanked you for your assistance, reassuring you that in case you need help, he was a willing hand.

When you walked out the bar then, Kaeya was still right outside, chatting casually with some of the late bar-goers that sat at the picnic table. Just as he made eye-contact with you, he bid himself goodbye from the group and fell into step with you.

“Paimon doesn’t trust blue-haired, eye-patched men anymore.” She started next to you.

“That’s good I’m a blue-haired, eye-patched handsome young man.” Kaeya shot back, to which she rolled her eyes. He then turned to you with the same open smirk as usual, “And here I was thinking I could make you my assistant.”

Was he flirting with you?

It took you a second to question this internally before Paimon scoffed, “Ugh, I’m going ahead to the inn. I don’t think I can stand watching you make kissy-faces at each other after the day we had.”

You waved a hand in her direction to smack her, but she was already flying away up and out of reach.

Turning back to the Captain, you were surprised to see that Kaeya was still looking at you, not even toward Paimon as she fled into the night.

Remembering his last statement, you shot back, “Think you could handle me?”

“Confidence, it looks very good on you.” Kaeya replied as his smile widened. He took a single step closer, lowering his voice next to your ear and continuing. “But the real question is if you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into?”

You stood your ground, ignoring the shiver that ran up your spine, “I always like to try new things.”

“I look forward to it.” Kaeya straightened, lightly grabbing your hand in one of his own and raising it to his lips. “Until then, traveler.”

To think that such a simple action, hardly anything scandalous, had lingered on your skin the entire night. You remembered the way his lips felt against your hand, how striking his blue eyes bore into your own. Kaeya was extremely dangerous, able to catch your attention and keep it for hours on end.

The next day you had a commission about dismantling a rising Hilichurl camp, a perfect distraction away from the eye-patched hunk that kept plaguing your thoughts. The last thing you expected was for Kaeya to see you.

“Looks like our honorary knight continues their do-good streak.”

“It’s the least I can do.” You replied back, a sassy hand on your waist.

“Why don’t I accompany you?”

You wanted to scream.

Paimon actually did groan before stating she was going to stay in the city.

And suddenly, your distraction was running exactly opposite to your intention. With Kaeya joining your party, the Cavalry Captain was making himself decidedly known you.

He led you around a cliff, showing you a higher area where you could survey the camp before bursting in guns blazing. There were six Hilichurls, some slimes scattered about and two towers already set-up in this enemy campsite.

You decided to stick together, coming in from the high ground and slamming your weapon into the ground at unsuspecting enemies. It felt nice to fight alongside someone again, oftentimes you were alone in your adventures. Paimon would yell words of encouragement, but never would she actually lift a finger to fight. But Kaeya was reliable, freezing enemies into place and shattering them where they stood.

Taking down some of the outer-rim electro Hilichurls equipped with bows, you were nearly finished with clearing the entire camp. You grabbed the pyro slimes and exploded them near the towers, taking down the camp with them. With the camp almost completely disassembled, you heard the tell-tale electronic power-up that only signified one enemy.

A ruin guard.

Hunched over, you watched as multiple missiles took aim on the nearby unsuspecting Cavalry Captain. Running the best you could, you threw decorum out the window as you all but tackled the poor man out of harm's way.

Rolling a few times, there was no surprised yelp from the man beneath you. He simply allowed you to take the wheel until you came to a stop, hovering over his body. Kaeya was undoubtedly taller than you, but you were face-to-face as he smirked beneath you.

“Wow, not that I’m against this.” Kaeya started, a quip ready. “But ask me out to dinner first.”

You flushed and stood up immediately, “I was saving you!”

“I’ll let you save me any day of the week.” Kaeya replied, earning a half-assed scowl on your behalf. He only laughed at you, calling your attempted look of intimidation only served to make a cute pout instead.

You huffed and considered leaving him with the ruin guard.

From then on there was no doubt about it - Kaeya was flirting with you.

And you were openly flirting back, if of course he decided a less obnoxious moment. In between commissions and nights at Angel’s Share, Kaeya flirtations were growing more and more brazen. It was one thing to kiss the top of your hand in greeting and another entirely for Kaeya to throw his hand across your hair, leaning in to openly bury his nose in your hair.

Diluc called you both disgusting.

Tonight, you entered Cat Tail’s semi-inconspicuously to get a drink. Paimon had long caught onto your game, saying that she surprisingly approved of Kaeya, since after all he was still a good guy in some ways.

But, she still was not exactly a fan of you too making “kissy-faces” at each other, her words. And so tonight you were flying solo, Paimon opting to annoy Amber instead tonight as they tracked down some abyss mage or other.

You tried your best to hang around the bar, looking around the tavern to see if the object of your desire was anywhere around. You meandered for a few minutes, saying greetings to other bargoers that had recognized you, before approaching the bartender if Kaeya has been around

The bartender recognized you immediately. It was hard not to place one of the few new people in Mondstadt, especially one that was crushing much of the country's enemies. Diona had mentioned before that you were a friend of Diluc’s, often more than just a customer at the rival tavern. No, you were seen running around the city with the red-head at random times.

She said the worst thing you could have ever suspected.

“I think Kaeya has a hot date tonight.”

You felt a lump in your throat form, but tried to keep your response guarded. “Oh?”

The bartender continued, “Yeah, I’m not sure if it was Paula? Or Maggie tonight? But you know the captain - always changing up his escapades.”

“Right, of course.” You replied back, words coming out before you could even register it. Instead, you kept on nursing your drink, spiteful words from the bartender marinating in your mind.

Kaeya was mysterious, yes. But was he leading you on?

… Was it right of you to trust him?

The first red flag should have been the fact that you knew nearly nothing about him personally. To think that you had spent all this time together talking and fighting alongside one another, but you could not even recall basic facts about him, let alone anything deep. You were unaware of his family history - Diluc was his brother, but it was the red-head who ended up confiding that fact to you.

Kaeya was so charming that you hadn’t even noticed he shut you out of his world.

And so there was no point in actively keeping a one-sided friendship like that. From then forth, you resolved to avoid the Cavalry Captain for the time being. You knew you had to free Dvalin together, but that did not mean you had to swoon for him in your free time.

It was almost expected of you to join him on Friday nights at Angel’s Share, but tonight you were missing. Neither Charles nor Diluc had seen you the entire day. There were probably a hundred different things you were doing - gathering resources, fighting slimes - and so Kaeya thought little of it.

But he was still disappointed not to see your face that night.

And so he thought nothing was wrong the next day when he saw you in the city square, talking to someone at the general store. He approached you and offered to join your party again, take down some enemies somewhere out in the country.

You didn’t even smile at him.

Not this time.

Just a curt no before you were leaving out the city gates.

The second time Kaeya already had enough and confronted you before you could even attempt to walk away.

He grabbed at your elbow, “Have you finally grown tired of me?”

You pulled it back, no real strength behind it as Kaeya still held you under his grip. “Kaeya, why is it that you keep reaching out to me? I have nothing of my own to offer - no money, no family - there is nothing left I can give you.”

He frowned in response but grabbed at your other hand, “I haven’t asked you for anything, have I?”

You looked away, “You don’t have to! It’s inherent, after all. Isn’t that why you asked me to team-up in the first place, to use me to find your criminals?”

Kaeya mentally recoiled, “Woah, back up. I may have guided you regarding the treasure but never have I maliciously led you on.”

You pulled at your hands to no avail, this time the captain actively trying to keep your attention on him.

“I just! I thought I meant something more to you, Kaeya.”

He smiled and tried to pull you into his chest, but you shoved off his touch this time fully.

“No! You can’t just hug me and think everything is okay. You’re supposed to be one of the good guys, one of the handful of people I can trust in Mondstadt and I know nothing about you.”

Kaeya did not reach for your hands, instead moving to stand in front of you. “I’m sorry that I hold my secrets close to my chest, but that’s what I’m used to.”

Frustrated, you replied. “Don’t you get tired? Holding the people that love you at an arm's length?”

“I’m sorry.” He repeated, this time reaching for you. “I’m sorry that I made you feel like you weren’t special. Trust me, you’re the only one I’ve had eyes on ever since you landed here in Mondstadt.”

You shook your head, “But the bartender, she said -”

“Who cares what she said?” Kaeya interrupted, “They know village gossip, but they don’t know me or you.”

“I don’t really know you.” You replied.

Kaeya caressed the side of your cheek before lightly gently grabbing your hand again, “Then let’s start.”

With a hesitant smile, you closed your eyes and nodded.

“Okay.”

You had your doubts then and it’s not like an issue of trust was fixed overnight. But, to his credit, Kaeya tried as best he could. Instead of meeting randomly at the bar, he would approach you sometime during the day and set-up a date. How he knew where you were was a mystery, but a man with that many connections surely had a way.

He had no qualms about holding your hand or openly kissing your cheek in the presence of others - proclaiming loudly to one and all in Mondstadt that you were his and he was yours.

Taking your first argument to heart, Kaeya was very keen on communication. Anything you were unsure of, he expressed that he was by no means rushing you. And when you finally shared your first kiss, for once not a single soul in front of the Lord Barbatos statue, you leaned into his touch to get many more.

Kaeya made good on his promise, slowly letting you into his world in kind. You remembered one night as the both of you sat on the edge of Mondstadt, nothing but ocean for miles in front of you. You had your head on his shoulder, describing your adventures with your brother and how you missed having family.

Kaeya had a gentle hand in your hair, rubbing soothing circles as you recalled a time long ago. Once your story finished, you two continued to stare out, wondering what the future could hold as your minds swam in an endless sea of thoughts.

He broke the silence.

“I miss my brother also.”

Diluc was not always his estranged brother, but once a friend, supporter, and sounding board. Some even mistook them as truly twins in heart and mind, defending Mondstadt and having each other’s backs for years. The Diluc you had come to know was a shell of his old self, close friends and past hidden behind years of repressed feelings.

There was no doubt wistfulness in Kaeya’s eyes as he recalled the past to you, but you continued to listen quietly.

Your relationship with the Cavalry Captain was hardly easy. Often responsibilities called you both - Kaeya was highly stationed in Mondstadt while you still had seven other countries to visit. But that did not mean the end for you both. Even when you were thousands of miles away or sat atop the highest mountain without a clue to where he was, you cherished the thought that you still shared the same sky with the love of your life.

No matter where you were in Teyvat, you had Kaeya to return to.

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takemealivelh · 3 years

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midnight city || gang!luke

gang!luke, rival gangs, mentions of drugs, alcohol and violence. smut. 2k. part 1.

feedback is appreciated

he wiped the blood off his knuckles. the feeling of beating the shit out of someone is a rush of adrenaline. it’s like getting high on coke, but he doesn’t deal with that shit. he’s known many people who do hard drugs and then end up in trouble, or dead. he appreciates his life so much. luke likes being the leader of the diamond forsaken. a mafia that dedicates its time to drug transactions and occasionally prostitution. luke doesn’t fuck with that either, at least not recently. he met this girl in a bar and he’s been thinking about her for over a month. they’ve been on a few dates, and the sex has been great. she has a great sense of humor and he can tell she’s got street smarts, which he likes. he couldn’t fathom the idea of being with someone who gets scared about his job.

“you good, bro?” ashton, luke’s right-hand man, looks over at the bruises and leans against the sink of the bathroom, lighting a joint. their day is done and it’s time to go party. luke beat the shit out of a dude who didn’t give them their money and he threatened to go to the police. there was no way they would let him leave the storage unit without a warning. luke choked the man and broke a few ribs. he’s used to the job. it’s not like he was always like this. he used to have big dreams about forming a band and become a good musician. but he fell into the wrong crowds, and now here he is. dealing drugs and other sketchy businesses. everyone in la who knows about their mafia, knows not to fuck with them. they would end up dead. the police don’t do anything, they know how dangerous they are.

luke dries his hands with a paper towel and runs his fingers through his golden locks. “yeah,” he says. he’s never walked out of a fight with anything more than a few bruises. he does boxing on his free time, so he knows how to throw a lethal punch, and knows how to avoid poor kicks.

“i heard the grey lilies will be there tonight. i swear to fucking god those girls... i would bang every single one of them, but... you know...”

the grey lilies were a girl gang. they dealt drugs, too. that’s why they were a rival to the diamond forsaken. they never got into a physical fight, but there were many times they were about to. having the best clients was a problem for the male gang, but at least they had more people wanting their goods. but still, luke was pissed that they had a quality over quantity problem. he’d grown accustomed to the luxurious lifestyle. a good place to live, the most delicious takeout, and fancy cars.

“for real?” luke looks over at his friend. he hides his excitement. sure, the grey lilies were trouble. but their top dealer, jackie, was the most fascinating creature he’d ever seen. their dates had been fun, exciting, thrilling. the idea of a secret hookup with their enemy was another rush of adrenaline. one that he actually preferred, if he was being honest.

it’d all started at one of the parties. luke knew jackie, or at least he knew her face and what she did for a living. he was jealous she did so good with clients. she was charming as fuck. they didn’t mean to show up at the same place at the same time, but sometimes the gangs coincided. “did you get the dresnners?” she’d asked him as she took a seat on the stool next to him. her caramel-colored hair was in a ponytail and her eyeshadow was pastel blue. she wore ripped jeans, an oversized white t shirt, and high-heeled boots. the look suited her. she looked like the vocalist of an 80s inspired punk band.

luke scoffed. he knew what she meant. they had been fighting over the dressners for weeks and they decided to go with the grey lilies. that night, the diamond forsaken got blackout drunk. “no, but you did.” he finally said, looking down at the glass of vodka in his hand.

“yeah,” she chuckled and ordered a beer. luke had always thought jackie was pretty interesting, but they’d never talked. not much, at least. just a few words here and there, mostly passive-aggressive shit. but the bickering was also part of the job. that night, though, that night neither felt like fighting. they were already buzzed. jackie took a swig of her beer and looked at him. “you wanna go outside? i got a joint. it’s legit shit, this.” she smiled.

it’s not like he frowned, but something among those lines happened. but fuck it, he thought. “sure. lead the way.”

they went to the terrace of the bar and lit up the joint. luke coughed a little and she laughed. “i told you it was legit.”

luke and ashton walk into the club like the kings they are. everyone stops to look at them. but shortly, they resume their activities. which mostly consists of getting drunk and high. the two men make their way towards their usual booth. michael and calum are already there. calum’s with his girl. a black beauty who gives incredible head, his words. luke takes a seat and drinks the beer in front of him, swiftly drifting off the conversation to look around. he hasn’t seen the grey lilies, but he hopes they get here soon. bathroom sex sounds good right now.

“how was the guy?” michael asks as he throws a couple of fries into his mouth. ashton tells him that luke did a good job in silencing the motherfucker. “three ribs? man, that’s dark. but cool.” he laughs.

everyone seems to stop talking again, and luke shifts his gaze towards the door. the grey lilies have arrived. they look like a grunge band. their leader, lea, wears combat boots and net tights. but his eyes are focused on the girl whose moans keeps him up at night. she looks gorgeous in that oversized that jacket that seems to swallow her whole, but still barely covers her ass. he wonders if he looks okay, sexy. he didn’t have time to change, and he hasn’t shaved in a few days. his motorcycle jacket has a few stains, but at least they’re not blood.

jackie finds him staring and she puts on a smirk. she pats the pocket of her jacket to let him know that she’s got weed on her. they rarely ever not get high together. that makes her wonder if this, this between luke and her, is just a side effect of the drug. but she doubts it. she actually likes him, even if she despises his friends. they all seem idiotic to her. luke notices the action of her hand and he immediately looks down at his drink. “imma go to the bathroom.” he announces, even though no one is hearing. they’re too into the story about the miami trip calum and his girl took last weekend.

luke stands up from the booth and snakes through the crowd. he catches a glimpse of jackie, who’s making her way towards her regular booth. “meet me outside in five,” he texts her. he watches her check her phone and smile down at the screen.

“they’re gonna kill us if they see us together,” jackie says as she pulls out the joint from her pocket. she knows the grey lilies hate the diamond forsaken. they think the other gang are all egocentric assholes. she used to think that, too. but she met luke. and he’s actually a sweet guy. he’s really smart, too. the strategy they use to get more clients astounds her. but it’s nice to know that the grey lilies have the better clients.

luke watches her light up the joint and he leans against the wall outside of the club. it’s dark outside and the air is cold. there aren’t many people in the terrace, but he doubts anyone will say anything about them being together. getting high together. “then we’re just gonna have to keep it a secret.” his smile is shy, and jackie thinks he’s the most adorable man. even if he has bruises on his knuckles from probably beating up some shady guy. she passes the joint and luke takes a drag. “you wanna come to my place later? i got some cds i wanna show you.” they’re both big music nerds, and he loves that. they sit on the floor of his room, high out of their minds, and they listen to oasis, jane’s addiction and red hot chili peppers.

“i don’t know. lea wants to do some kind of after party tonight. and i kinda want to be there.”

luke nods his head, he’s sort of disappointed, but it is what it is. he knows the gangs come first. it’s all about loyalty. that’s why he’d be fucked if anyone of the diamond forsaken members came out right now. but he knows they don’t smoke, except for calum occasionally -rarely, actually. so he’s not worried.

“come here,” jackie smiles as she plays with the zipper of his jacket. they’re incredibly close and she can feel the smoke coming out from luke’s mouth. she kisses him softly, licking his bottom lip. with eyes closed, luke feels stars bursting inside his lungs. he really likes her. “give me that,” she orders and he hands her the joint.

they keep smoking until there’s nothing left and they stare into each other’s eyes. jackie isn’t one to maintain eye contact, but she feels safe with luke. even if he’s forbidden fruit.

the men's bathroom is empty. they had to sneak in so the others couldn’t see them. luke made an excuse about going to the bar to get more drinks even if the counter was crammed. jackie said she was going out for a smoke. it’s all hands and sloppy kisses as they lock the door of one of the stalls. luke bites his lower lip as his back is pressed to the white door and jackie drops to her knees. “you gonna make me feel good?”

“imma make you feel so good, baby,” she grins and unzips his pants. he’s already hard from all the making out in the terrace. so it’s not surprise that his cock springs up as soon as his briefs are pulled down to his thighs. jackie licks the tip and he shudders. he’s gotten a fair amount of blowjobs in his life. the first one from one girl that attended his school and she thought he was going to be a musician one day. but nothing compares to jackie’s mouth. her tongue slides down his length and he closes his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. she’s ecstatic that she can make him squirm in front of her. she likes being in control, even if it doesn’t always happen. luke can be pretty dominant in the bedroom. taking her from behind roughly and choking her. jackie puts his cock in her mouth and she starts bobbing her head to the rhythm of the loud bass coming from the other side of the bathroom door. luke appreciates the little detail. his senses are heightened and it feels like she’s one more instrument adding to the song.

“fuck,” he curses under his breath as he feels the tip of his dick hit her throat. she takes him in so good. she’s an angel. luke looks down and he sees her eyes staring up at him, a subtle smirk on her lips. “you’re- you’re-” he’s trying to say something but his brain doesn’t work. the pleasure is too intense. he hits his head against the door and closes his eyes once again. he’s about to cum. exactly at the same time he hears someone come into the bathroom. fuck. “stop, stop,” he whispers to jackie and cups her face to get her off his dick. she looks through the slit of the door and sees someone she recognizes washing their hands.

“shit,” she mouths. “michael.”

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writersmorgue · 3 years

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Something Immortal

word count - 3k

warnings: suicide attempt, drug use, addiction, cursing, teenagers being gross

pairing: model!Todoroki x canon!Bakugo

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"Holy shit guys he posted!!" Mina squeals, vaulting herself over the couch to reach the rest of the Bakusquad sitting on the common room carpet. An old original copy of Monopoly splayed out in the center of their group.

"Ooh, show us! Show us!" Kaminari leans forward, swiping half of the properties off the board in the process.

Sero groans, "Dude you do this every time!!"

The blond pouts, "Hey it's your fault I was losing."

Kirishima just chuckles, picking up his dog piece from jail and throwing it into the box.

"Your smart people game can wait," Mina tugs on Sero's ponytail, "He hasn't posted in weeks."

"Oh my god he's so fucking hot," Kaminari's knee-jerk reaction is whispered as soon as he sees the post.

Todoroki Shouto, one of Japan- and America's- most well-known models. The teenager, who happens to be their age, regularly models for magazines like Vogue, Joker, and Elle. The teenager who has starred in countless American and Japanese short and independent films. The teenager who just so happens to be the son of the number one hero, Endeavor.

No one knows his quirk, but it just adds to the mystery. Some people theorize he's quirkless, but others think he's got a crazy dangerous quirk, which is why he's a model instead of an aspiring hero. Not like he's not perfect for the job, with his gorgeous bi-colored hair and heterochromatic eyes. The scar on his left side somehow only adds to his beauty. It doesn't matter what your sexuality is, you simp for Todoroki Shouto.

But that's the obvious, now this photo- this photo.

"It's ethereal, I've never seen him look so serene before."

"He's an actual angel."

"How is he only eighteen?!"

Mina nods as Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima go through the seven stages of grief just looking at the photo.

Kirishima's eyes dart to Todoroki's username... which is just Shouto. In fact, the Todoroki name isn't mentioned once on his account, a fact that has hundreds of conspiracy theories on its own.

"Hey Meens, can we stalk him real quick? I wanna see who he's following."

She grins, "Well anything for you, munchkin."

Sero snorts. Their couple nicknames never fail to amuse anyone within hearing range.

"Ugh gross," Kaminari gags as Mina giggles, swiping off of the picture (which already has over 600,000) and onto his main page.

It's simple, plain yet elegant in the way only a PR manager could manage.

The bio is a link to his most recent shoot with some magazine that Kirishima doesn't recognize, the profile picture is a rare shot of him smiling, a blue checkmark, and a follower count of over four million.

His following count, however, is the shocker.

"He only follows fourteen people?" Sero whispers, clicking on the number.

"Huh," Mina turns the phone slightly so she can see, "Who is he following?"

"Let's see," Sero squints, eyes scrolling down the list, "Hawks... his siblings... Mirko... some American models... his agency's profile... and- wait, isn't that Bakugo?"

"HAH?" Mina yells, whipping the phone around and clicking on the profile.

Sure enough, a slew of photos shows up on her screen, all of their resident blond pomeranian glaring at the camera in various locations.

"He- WHAT?? It must be a glitch!" Mina scrambles frantically, eyes darting across the screen.

"Uh, yeah," Kirishima chuckles, "a glitch."

Mina scrolls up numerous times as if refreshing the page will help.

"I mean what other explanation can you think of?! It's not like Thee Todoroki Shouto would know our Bakugou, they're totally in different leagues." Mina sounds absolutely scandalized, causing Sero to laugh.

"I don't know, Meens, the proof is right there. We should ask him about it!"

"And what- DIE?" Kaminari reasons.

Sero nods, "Fair point."

"Pussies." Mina stands, planting her manicured hands on the edge of the couch, "I'll ask him myself."

"I REFUSE." A fourteen-year-old Shouto screams at his father.

"what do you mean you refuse? Shouto she's a lovely girl, and you need to procreate while you're still young if you're not going to become a hero like I want. You get one or the other." Todoroki Enji grabs his youngest child by the arm to lead him out of the kitchen, but Shouto jerks out of his grip. "Wh- SHOUTO."

"I'm going to live with Fuyumi. She'll take care of me." He holds his ground, shaking his father off when he tries once again to physically lead him out of the room.

"OH?" Enji bellows a laugh, "And how do you expect she'll find the money to take you in? Raising a teenager is expensive, you know, and she's only a simple school teacher."

"She's not a simple anything. And I- I'll find a way. We'll be fine. I already talked to several agencies."

"...agencies?"

"Wait, Mina!!" Kaminari calls after the girl, but she's a woman on a mission and there's no stopping her.

They arrive at Bakugo's door in a heap, Kaminari clawing at Mina while she knocks calmly. Kirishima and Sero stand to watch because they have no idea what else to do. (They're just as nervous as Kaminari but they're more afraid of Mina if they're being honest.)

A crash comes from inside the room, but soon their resident angry boy is slamming open his door and glaring at them. The normalcy is comforting.

"Do you fuckers realize what fucking time it is?"

"Yes~" Mina coos sweetly, "I know old men need their sleep but it's only 8:30 and we have a question."

He sighs aggressively and stretches his arms behind his back, cracking his shoulders and then his neck, Kaminari whimpers in fear.

"Alright, what do you want pinky?"

She's practically vibrating with excitement at this point.

"Why is Todoroki Shouto following you on Instagram?"

Bakugo seems to mull over this for a moment, and then he just shrugs.

Mina nods like this answers any part of her question, "That's what I thought, funny glitch. He's pretty hot though, right?"

The rest of the group nods emphatically.

Bakugo scratches his leg with his other heel, "He's not ugly, I guess."

Mina waves her arms around in Bakugo's general direction, "See!!? Even the straight guy agrees!!"

"No one was disagreeing with you, Mina." Sero snickers.

Bakugo grunts, then promptly slams the door in their faces.

"Well I guess that was more than he'd usually do at this time, we're lucky we didn't get exploded." Kirishima muses.

Kaminari nods, shuddering at the thought.

"Welp! That answers our question!" Although it really didn't, no one was about to argue with Mina, "Anyway I'm going to bed."

"Say hi to your vibe for me!" Sero whispers after her.

She waves as she marches away, humming to herself.

Shouto stares at the street below.

He wonders if he'd die falling from a height like this. He hopes he doesn't hit anyone.

Slowly, he removes his expensive sneakers, dropping them on the modelling agency's roof beside him. It's breezy tonight, and Shouto, freshly sixteen, has nothing to live for anymore. So he won't.

Stepping carefully over the guardrail, not sure why since he's about to jump. Maybe part of him is still afraid.

Whatever he can get over it.

His thin frame wobbles in the wind, and he breathes deeply, too focused on relaxing to notice the roof door opening, and hurried steps coming up behind him.

A warm hand grabs him, almost startling him off the side of the building.

The interruption heaves heavy breaths in his ear as they both topple down onto the concrete floor.

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" Oh, it's Bakugo.

The only child of his manager, Mitsuki Bakugo, who happens to be a nosy little shit who can't stay out of other people's business.

"Get OFF" Shouto shoves him, frantically scrambling toward the railing again. He needs this.

"NO! Todoroki get the fuck back-"

"It's SHOUTO." blood spurts onto his gray sweater and he realizes with muted horror that he just elbowed his employer's son in the nose.

"Fuck I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He bends down, removing his trashed pullover, and holds it to his friend's nose.

Bakugo snorts, "Sorry- Shouto I mean." He winces when Shouto presses harder into his face, "I'll forgive you if you don't jump."

Shouto sighs, "You know why I was going to."

Bakugo visibly calms at the use of past tense, the outburst must have snapped him out of it.

"Your mom, right?" Shouto tenses.

"Yeah I- he barred me from ever seeing her again and I- I don't know what to do." He shudders and pulls his pills from his pants pocket.

He wonders what his mom would say if she found out her baby was addicted to drugs.

Bakugou frowns but lets his friend take the pill, not sure what to say.

"Fucking piece of shit. Is that even legal?"

"Legally the number two hero can do whatever the fuck he wants. We live in a flawed world, Bakugo.

"I- Shouto."

"Hmm?" Shouto collapses onto the ground, crunching the pill and sighing as he feels the effects start to take almost immediately.

"I care- I care about you, okay? So please let me help you. Let me get you help."

A tear slips down to Shouto's ear without his permission, he wipes it away as quickly as it came.

"I don't know, Bakugo. You haven't exactly seemed to like me in the past. Even though I like to think we're friends I know you don't feel the same." He frowns, admiring the shine of wetness on his palm in the moonlight.

Bakugo grumbles, "Don't fuckin' tell me what I do and don't feel. I really fuckin' care about you even though I'm an ass about it, okay? I'm not good with emotions so don't expect much from me. But I do want you to be happy and I don't think the uh- the pills are helping."

The blond holds out a hand and reluctantly Shouto slaps the container into it.

"Fine," he mumbles, "you're uh- not as bad as I thought."

Bakugo snorts, "You're just as bad as I thought, but I like you anyway."

Against his will, Shouto finds himself blushing, thankful that it's mostly hidden in the dark.

"C'mon," Bakugo gestures to his own chest, "I know you could use one."

Shouto whimpers as he curls himself into the blond's strong frame. He's built a lot of muscle since starting at UA this year.

A strong hand rubs along his back and Shouto finds he can't hold back his tears any longer as the shock starts to set in.

Fuck he almost just killed himself.

"Thanks, Bakugo."

"I almost just watched you die, you can call me Katsuki."

"Thanks, Katsuki."

"No problem, Shouto."

The Bakusquad once again finds themselves playing a game on the common room floor, this time Sorry, much to Sero's chagrin.

"Sorry!" Kirishima grins cheekily as he kicks Sero's piece back to his home base.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck you guys-" He groans, flopping back onto the loveseat behind him, only to get an eyeful of Bakugo Katsuki's ass, "Oh hey Bakugou!"

"Wh- OI TAPE FACE WATCH WHERE THE HELL YOU'RE LOOKING-"

Sero snickers, patting Bakugou on the hip, "Sorry dude, it was literally right there."

Small explosions popped from Bakugo's hands as he growled down at Sero.

"Aw come on blasty he's just playing and WHERE are you going dressed like that???!!!"

Bakugo blushes and tugs his light blue blazer down farther.

"I have a date." He mutters, tugging his sleeves.

“Sorry,” Kaminari laughs, “I think I misheard you. Sounded like you said ‘I have a date.’”

Bakugo rolls his eyes, “Because I do, dipshit.” He sighs, checking his -expensive-looking- watch, “Just watch the independent film awards when they’re on. I think it’s like four hours from now that it starts.”

“Whyyyy would you have anything to do with that?” Kirishima groans, very lost.

“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugo grunts, digging his phone out of his pocket when it vibrates and checking something before humming and striding towards the front door.

He looks unusually elegant, hair slicked back probably as well as Bakugo’s hair can be, shirt tucked in, a few rings on his fingers, barely visible and yet beautifully drawn eyeliner. He’s… pretty.

The three remaining members of the Bakusquad, as well as the rest of the common room, sit there in awe as he shoves a permission slip in Iida’s blubbering face.

“I- Wh- Bakugo is this from Aizawa? You cannot just leave!!”

“Fuck off glasses, I have his fuckin’ blessing or whatever.”

“Bakugo!”

The blond shoots a middle finger off behind him and slams the door shut, leaving a stunned common room in his wake.

“Uh, well, that happened.” Jirou drones blandly from her place on the couch with Momo.

“Awards show watch party, anyone?!” Uraraka grins, standing, “I’ll get the mochi!!”

“I’ll make tea,” Momo stands as well, dusting off her perfectly clean jeans. Jirou groans at the loss of her girlfriend’s warmth and flops over on the couch.

“This is stupid, he probably got invited by some pro hero and he’s just going to yell at the paparazzi if he’s even gonna be there.” She pouts.

“Well,” Sero grins, “anyone wanna play Monopoly while we wait?”

Kaminari throws the Sorry board at his head.

“Alright, is everyone ready!!? The red carpet is about to start!!” Hagakure squeals, even though the entirety of class 3-A (minus Bakugo) is there.

“So… what exactly are we watching this for?” Shinsou scratches the back of his neck.

“Bakugo’s going to be in it apparently, the study group earlier saw him in the common room wearing a suit.” Ojiro answers.

“Not just a suit!!” Mina holds her hands out as if to deliver groundbreaking news, “A fancy suit.”

“Aren’t all suits fancy?”

“Shut up.”

“OOH LOOK there’s Arai Itō and Chiba Yoshida!! Aww, they’re so cute!” Uraraka swoons, clasping her hands together.

“I wonder when Kacchan is gonna come out, these things can take a while.”

“I honestly don’t even care, I heard Todoroki Shouto is nominated for an award this year!! Do you remember that really sad short film he was in about having an overdose? Gosh, I hope he wins.” Hagakure’s hair bow vibrates excitedly.

“THERE HE IS THERE HE IS!!!!!” She points at the bottom of the screen where a man in a pale blue dress has stepped out of a limo and onto the carpet, a heeled foot gracefully raising him to his full 6’2”.

“Holy shit he’s gorgeous.” Sero breathes, the reporters on screen basically saying the same thing.

Shouto reaches behind him and holds out a hand for the second person stepping out of the limo, broad shoulders, a shorter stature than Shouto especially with the heels, spiky blond hair, piercing red eyes-

…

“HOLY SHIT IS THAT BAKUGOU??”

The aerial camera pans down toward the blond, showing off his suit- which matches Shouto’s dress perfectly- and his, what appears to be professionally done hair.

“Holy shit does he have an undercut now!!?? We just saw him a few hours ago!” Mina screeches.

Momo shrugs, “They do that sort of thing for celebrities.” She sips her tea, unphased.

“Okay okay, we’re all ignoring the most important part. Kacchan is Todoroki’s date.” Izuku frantically waves his arms around.

“I didn’t know they knew each other,” Tokoyami muses.

“What the fuck is happening?” Sero asks no one in particular.

“Wait everyone SHUT UP they’re announcing awards!!!! Todoroki might win one! We can ask Bakugo about this when he gets back. Surely there’s an interesting story.” Uraraka chimes in, handing out mochi and popcorn.

The tv’s voice is muffled under the muttering of several class 3-A members, but Mina turns it up as the male announcer reads the winners of the award Todoroki is nominated for.

“AAAAAAAAND THE WINNER FOR BEST ACTOR IN A DRAMA SHORT ISSSSSSSSS…

TODOROKI SHOUTO!!! For his work in The End of Me and the incredible performance that shocked-”

Cheers ring through the dorms, popcorn goes flying, and Mina frantically shushes everyone as Shouto makes his way gracefully onto the stage. He accepts the award from the previous winner, bowing elegantly and stepping up to the mic.

“Hello everyone,” He begins, shooting a shy smile directly into the camera. It has always perplexed his fans how nervous he can be in real life compared to in his photoshoots. “This is a really important award to me, not only am I incredibly grateful to the panel for gracing this title upon me, but as of yesterday,” He smiles at the ground, taking a deep breath, “I’m two years clean.”

Shocked gasps ricochet through the award hall as well as through the crowd gathered around the tv.

“He did drugs, kero?” Tsu whispers.

“Mon dieux,” Aoyama shakes his head, pressing a hand to his chest, “how brave.”

Shouto clears his breath and continues, “In fact, that wasn’t the worst of it at the time, and I’m incredibly grateful to all who have supported me through my career. You keep me sane, and you keep me going. But especially, I’d like to thank my sister, brother, and my wonderful boyfriend-”

He holds an arm out to someone in the audience, and the camera pans to none other than Bakugou Katsuki, “who quite literally saved my life, and helped me drive myself back on track. I love you Katsuki, and you continue to improve my life every second that you’re in it.”

Most of 3-A are in tears at this point, and as Bakugo half-heartedly scowls into the camera, they can tell his eyes are shining too.

Shouto glances back at the camera as if directing his words to someone in particular.

“Thank you.”

And then he’s walking back down to his seat as the audience provides him with a standing ovation.

“THEY’RE DATING,” Mina sobs, shaking Kirishima’s shoulders as he sits, staring slack-jawed at the television.

“Yeah, yeah they are.”

Katsuki does NOT wipe tears from his eyes as he helps Shouto sit back down in his seat, but his boyfriend definitely does. His mascara, thankfully waterproof, still holds strong.

Shouto shoots him a watery smile, rubbing his arm as he pulls the blond into a hug.

“Happy two years, Katsuki.”

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druid-for-hire · 4 years

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new hadestown au: BIKER ! EURYDICE, in which she’s a rogue lone-wolf biker dwelling in the urban jungle of a Neo Tokyo-type city called Hadestown, wracked with biker gangs, violence, poverty, corruption, and civil unrest, still recovering and rebuilding from an apocalyptic event many years ago. Heavy-handed with the AKIRA inspirations here, haha.

She fights for herself on the dangerous streets, an illegal racer with a consistent top-three placement and a reputation for ferocity that earns her the money she needs to scrape by. And then she meets Orpheus: a dopey bartender who has no place being in her business.

okay okay okay i’m gonna be jumping around a lot here. be warned. thanks @supercantaloupe, @regzillas, @birdmanlyss for your contributions! (sorry if i missed someone it’s been a while)

she's a lone wolf in a city infested with biker gangs and it's brutal

she's run over plenty of limbs in her day

then there's orpheus, this gentle, kind-hearted soul, an indie musician and shes like. fuck. now i gotta keep this bastard safe

puts a long pipe with a mess of bolts and metal on the end in his hands and tells him he'd better buckle up and learn to fight the road

this sort of thing is common among biker gangs to cause destruction and knock people off their bikes onto the road. other types include mallets, hammers, baseball bats, etc

shes small but knows a lot of self defense and is very good at handling herself on the road

besides teaching orpheus to steel himself and yes use that pipe on people, push them off and jam it in their wheels and let it break if it does, she's gotta teach him to hold on while she pulls all this crazy shit on her bike

she avoids taking him on the road because having to fight people gives him so much stress but he also stresses about her so it's all weird

the first time orpheus sees her run over someones arm hes like ""???????????????????!!!!!!!!"

"Don't worry it doesn't happen often" "WHAT IS 'OFTEN'"

she has a red songbird on her helmet and flowers on her jacket

and flowers painted on her bike too probably

or patterns like on the album cover

orpheus thinks it’s the prettiest shit he’s ever seen

so eurydice races, right? everyones like “who is this tiny little upstart” and then she takes off her helmet and shakes out her hair and everyone loses it

somethingsomething ig hades (who is something of a crime boss here, similar to Tombstone from the Spectacular Spider-Man cartoon, but not so unambiguously villainous in nature) becomes a contractor and he catches her in like, a bad contract that's hard to get out of without some kind of consequence

and now orpheus has to topple a capitalist again

anyway she like, meets orpheus in this little bar he works at

it's about lower middle class, so it's not too bad but it's still mostly populated by like, poorer people and bikers, etc.

they meet and it's cool and fun blah blah Come Home With Me shit

also this is a scene:

biker!eury: we gotta cross through downtown orpheus: what???? but there's a riot going on there! right now! eury: that's too bad, it's the fastest way! that's why you get this! (tosses him her pipe weapon) orpheus, barely catching it: sajskhsfdfs ???? eury: and i am gonna take this. (kicks open a trunk and takes out a rifle) orpheus: ???????!!!!???!?? WHERE DID YOU GET THAT AND DO WE REALLY NEED IT eury: Yes we do now come on orpheus: H-HOW did you get it eury: (loads gun) no worries orpheus: No i have many worries HOW DID YOU--

actually, on this emergency ride, orpheus proves surprisingly competent with her pole weapon—ruthless even, and eurydice wonders just where and how the hell he learned that

the conversation she has with him about that is the same one where he shows her his old, old scars

(besides ruthless—orph has apparently learned how to pose and intimidate. he does stuff like putting the tip of the pole-pipe to the asphalt as they’re riding, skipping on the road and creating sparks)

eurydice loves her bike more than certain relatives

certain complications lead to it being destroyed by hades as punishment for doing him wrong. and it destroys her. that is her most trusted sacred bike, that thing has been with her since she was a teenager

once she repurposes that devastation into white-hot anger orph has to physically restrain her from hunting hades down and breaking his kneecaps with a thick lead pipe

he's never seen her this absolutely devastated and furious

he goes to persephone for more work because he wants to buy eurydice a new bike

he keeps it a secret from her until he leads her out to a garage, hands over her eyes

(some of these bits are copypasted from my friend @regzillas)

orpheus takes his hands off and says Tada!!! it's just like the old one, there's no painted birds but she can do that. She just stands there in total silence mouth open, and orpheus goes 'so? do you like it?' before she bursts into tears. and at first orpheus is like :O!!!!! oh no!!! do you not like it? and eurydice through sobs just says 'nobody's ever done something like this for me’

it's... beautiful, it's touching, it's deep and it's love and she's so in love and she loves him so much, and she cries and holds him close and takes him in and she's so overwhelmed by her emotions, full of the care that orpheus so freely gives to her; and it's a breath of newness, fresh air in the cycle of dread and bitter anger that haunts the city (but she's still going to find hades and shoot him in the foot)

he just holds her and kisses her head

they spend the day painting it, the day after he buys the bike

hand-painted. and they both leave their handprints in paint on it, like carl and ellie do on their mailbox in the beginning of Up

a significant amount of time is spent thinking of a good name

theres lots of joking and eurydice playfully shoves orpheus and he falls over into paint

okay i wrote something like. Obnoxiously long for orpheus. i sort of have his backstory in this down, but i don’t have anything for eurydice unfortunately :( suggestions are welcome! but first: Hermes

biker!au hermes owns a chain of bars, several of which find their patronage among the ruffian youth, several of which are more refined and serve the middle class, and another several of which serve the upper crust hermes has a hand in every world and it serves him pretty well, and his chain is a bit of a channel of communication and its unspoken rule that whatever socioeconomic class or gang or organization you're a part of, hermes' chain is neutral territory no fighting allowed

eurydice walks in and hermes just gives her a Look and taps the 'no fighting' sign and she huffs

hes >:( if anyone does try to start shit. the honor system is strong enough that usually the other patrons will just throw them out, and if there are really problems, they'll hear from hermes personally

he maintains a very strict "no bitching in my fucking kitchen" atmosphere

and now, Orpheus

this really is kind of akira but without the government conspiracies; the city is a neon corrupt hellscape that’s still struggling to rebuild after an apocalyptic event that wiped it all through. the city is wracked with frustration and violence and anger, there are still urban ruins everywhere and the scars of rebuilding and struggle are plain in every corner of life; plain to see are the shells of ruined buildings, gigantic boats levelled from the sea and left in the middle of inland sectors.

orpheus was abandoned by his mother at an early age—kind and timid, he had to learn fast how to be suspicious and cautious in cruel ways. he couldn’t land himself a spot in any of the groups that other ragtag raging folks had eked out for themselves, still too hesitant or ungraceful or young for any of them. sure, he made friends, sitting and talking with lots of people, but never got to really team up—all he could do was just fight for himself in the blown out corners of the city. weapons made from whatever he had. a young child already spitting blood and teeth in hadestown’s vicious ground-floor landscape.

hermes is his mother’s close old friend, though the times they see each other are few and far between. when he saw him, hermes hardly recognized her son, wild-eyed and clawed and alone in one of the city’s more dangerous neighborhoods, with a pole full of screws slung over his back. how did she lose track of her kid for so long? he thinks. and takes him in.

hermes eventually realizes that his mother didn’t lose him. meanwhile, tiny orpheus, kind-hearted orpheus, despises hermes at first. he’s full of suspicion and desperately wants to lean into hermes’ kindness, but the streets have taught him to hold back. he spits curses at him, though the words slide right off hermes’ shoulders. it’s not genuine. just frustrated. and picked off of the delinquents that were his friends, just like most everything else about him.

(hermes knows he’s gotten his trust when orpheus starts getting soft, when he’s crying over littler things; it means he’s been deemed safe to be vulnerable around, and he damn near starts crying himself.)

orpheus owns a little vespa! it’s covered in stickers, some of them worn out and old, some places with just the adhesive and the fuzzy white paper from where he tried to pull them off. some of them aren’t even proper stickers and just shit he peeled off from places while he was wandering around and stuck onto the vespa

even in canon i see him as the kind of guy who like. you look at him and think jesus how is this guy still alive he’s so noodly and soft, but he’s unexpectedly sort of street smart

anyway i mentioned this before but didn’t elaborate. biker au orph, to eury's surprise, does have his collection of scars, since he had a bit of a rough go at life

also he’s just ungainly and runs into shit

you can see em on his sketch page. he has a bit more than what’s shown, but what’s visible is a little slash across the bridge of his nose onto his cheek, and two on his left forearm. he probably has a stab scar in his side from just getting fucking knifed. the ones on his left forearm are from when a drunk coming out of a bar charged him with a fork

eurydice also has scars. kind of hard not to with the kind of life she lives

ok thats it. For Now. i don’t know how persephone or the fates or the workers factor in, if at all. I barely know how Hades factors in, mostly what i’ve said so far and that he does what he does to support himself and persephone. ah well! just have this

as this is extremely based off of AKIRA, i verily recommend listening to the movie’s soundtrack. besides the fact that it slaps hard as hell, the opening song, Kaneda’s Theme, has the perfect vibes for the city and the tone of eurydice and orpheus riding at night through it

#hadestown #hadestown art #hadestown fanart #hadestown au #broadway #musicals #biker au #my art #this au first came into being because i wanted eurydice with fingerless gloves

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tonio-dawson · 3 years

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The Perfect Trap

OC x Antonio Dawson

Crossover Blue Bloods x Chicago PD

Words: 4,401

A/N: This is my very first crossover, please be nice :) This story follows the life of Maggie Reagan, twin sister of Jamie Reagan which makes her the youngest of the Reagan family. For context, here is the Reagan family tree. This story took place in New York, I might be writing another one that takes place in Chicago so we can focus on the CPD Intelligence Unit. Hope you like it!

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"I have to say I don't like this one bit," Frank Reagan finally spoke. “Dad, we’ve talked about this,” said Danny.

“Yes and I gave it a go, but I just want to say again I don’t like this idea,” Frank gazed to his youngest.

“None of us like it any more than you do,” Maggie answered, all eyes were on her and her fiancee who sat next to her, clenching his jaw. He gave it a long pause, “We can still call it off,” his raspy voice sounded heavy and his remark raised many eyebrows, “Hey! Don’t do this to me brother,” Danny complained, pointing his fork to his soon-to-be brother in law. “Easy, Daniel,” said Henry at the end of the table, trying to calm his eldest grandson.

Maggie Reagan is the youngest of the Reagan family. She followed her family legacy, entering the police academy around the same time as her twin Jamie, but she moved to Chicago wanting a clean slate without the burden of her last name in New York. On the job for eight years, now she’s working as a junior detective in Narcotics. Maggie met Antonio Dawson on a joint operation with the Intelligence Unit two years ago and started dating not long after. Much to her surprise, Antonio quickly grew very close to her family including his hot-headed brother, Danny. Apparently being a hard willed yet by-the-book cop was the ticket to be loved by the entire Reagan family. A big reason why it was rather easy to get all of their blessings to put a ring on Maggie’s finger six month prior to this dinner.

So, the commotion at the Sunday dinner table isn’t about their wedding at all. Danny, who had been picking Antonio’s brain for a lot of his cases, finally caught a big one. Danny’s case this time has become an official police matter between CPD and NYPD, both wanting to keep feds out of it. Teo Rodriguez, who ran a drug ring five years ago in Chicago has resurfaced in New York. Back then, Teo managed to avoid any conviction thanks to the loyalty of his crew in Chicago. None of them gave Teo up and no crime that he pulled had hard evidence against him. Though he remains free in Chicago, CPD made sure that his operation was crippled and that Teo cannot do business in Chicago again. Not long after a major operation to convict all of his crews, Teo skipped town and fell off the CPD radar.

A couple of months prior, Danny caught execution-style homicides in Harlem with markings over the victims. It’s obvious that this is gang-related killings, but he never saw these markings before. He had been banging his heads as that was already a third homicide, the killer had definitely been playing with him but he was no close in identifying him. Not until he shared it with Antonio who filled him with useful information. With Antonio and CPD’s aid, Danny came close to locating Teo, but he ran with the same old problem: without hard evidence, they didn’t have enough to convict him.

They’re back to square one. And so, Antonio and Danny came up with an idea - a risky one. Setting up a trap. Knowing Teo, everything is an eye for an eye. Five years ago, when Antonio arrested Teo’s second-in-command, Pedro, CPD held his 10-year-old son and threatened him to give the kid up to social service and never to see him again if Pedro didn’t give himself up. Pedro finally came to the precinct and had himself arrested. However not 24 hours later, Diego, Antonio’s son went missing. He was finally found unharmed, but they could never connect Diego's abduction to Teo.

The idea was to provoke Teo by revealing Antonio and have him arrest Teo’s sister who lives in New York. They hoped that if Teo took the bait and made the connection, his next move would be taking Maggie into hostage. Being Danny’s sister and Antonio’s girlfriend, Maggie is the perfect trap. They would then set up surveillance and wiretap on Teo, so they could finally catch him red-handed. This is of course an operation with a lot of ifs. And a huge risk for Maggie. Antonio had second-doubting his idea at least a hundred times but Danny convinced him to go with it. With Frank’s blessing, the operation was a go. It’s a risky idea, but a necessary one.

On the dining table, Antonio shook his head looking at Maggie, “Sorry. I know this is my idea and everything, but...,” “Hey, it’s our idea,” Danny corrected. “Yeah Danny, that’s why we all don’t like the idea,” said Jamie, which earned a chuckle from everyone. Danny scoffed, he really likes his future in-law, but doesn't like the detective popularity contest at the dining table.

“It’s the only way out if we want to get this scumbag,” said Maggie. Frank let out a sigh, “Do what you got to do. But please, be safe,” Frank shot a look at Antonio and Danny. “In case you forget, we are the three finest detectives in the country, Dad,” Danny replied with a smile while Antonio kept clenching his jaw, wondering just how things can go.

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A few days later, they started the operation. “Teo Rodriguez!” Danny shouted, he rounded the street near Teo’s apartment, catching him just after he exited the building. “Oh if it isn’t my favorite Detective,” Teo replied with a smug, “What is it? If you have another conspiracy theory, I’m not interested. Already said I have nothing to do with your homicides,” he tried to walk off but Danny stopped him. “It’s not that, I thought you wanted to see something. Come with me,” Teo didn’t comply at first but he finally gave up when Danny revealed her sister’s name.

Danny took Teo to central booking, across the hall, behind the bars - a sight was presented to Teo: Antonio was holding his sister, Ella, cuffed and ready to be processed. From afar, they watched the scene, “I believe that’s your sister? But who’s that next to her? Do you remember him?” Danny asked. “Ella! No, you can’t do this!” he screamed. Ella only turned her heavy head and gave Teo a disappointed look before disappearing to the next room.

After processing Ella, Antonio approached Teo, “Teo Rodriguez, remember me?” Antonio asked.

“Not really. But I do remember Diego,” Teo replied with a smug.

It pained Antonio but he kept his cool, “Well, perhaps Ella facing a 5-year charge will jog your memory. You thought after leaving Chicago, you can start all over again because no one knows you. But we know. It took NYPD a while but now that they’re working with me, we all know well that you like to keep business close to the family. I tracked down Ella long before you did. That mom of yours really does like sleeping around…” Antonio continued.

But Teo laughed hysterically instead, “Oh you like playing games now, Detective Dawson?! Let’s see who’s the better player.”

“So you do remember him,” Danny said, “Reagan and Dawson..let me guess, extended family? If you have a cop family here in New York I’m gonna find out. Remember Detective, this ain’t Chicago.” Teo pointed his finger at Antonio and left.

“Remind me, how did you know about Ella again?” Danny asked when they got to the car.

“After the investigation, we realised that none of them snitch on Teo not because they’re scared, but because they think of him as family. We dug into his childhood and found out that he actually has a lot of step siblings. One way or another his crew has blood ties,” Antonio explained.

“So when he moved to New York, he only had few contacts. Since his mom has children everywhere, he always has family,” Danny continued. “Long story short. Let’s just hope he took our bait,” Antonio replied.

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“Is this really necessary?” Maggie whined. “Come on Mags, you need to be seen in the city, reuniting with old friends, having fun.” said Jamie while handing over her dress.

“It’s 4pm in the afternoon,” said Maggie. “And you are known to be an early drinker, since when you’re complaining about drinking?” Jamie asked. “Since knowing my fiancee and my brother is taking down a very dangerous criminal,” she answered while getting ready.

“Let’s paint the town red and hope that Teo is indeed as smart as Antonio predicted,” Jamie smiled. He called up a couple of his most trusted cops, pretending to be Maggie’s old friends. Four of them were heading to a corner bar in East Village.

Detective Baez, Danny’s partner, had been tracking down Teo’s movement with an unmarked car. She’s sitting outside of Teo’s apartment in her car while their team has been listening in to phone calls and text messages from Teo. Nothing suspicious of yet, but close to 7pm, Teo texted his accomplice to meet him somewhere in East Village. Baez stayed put and ordered Danny to stand by on Maggie.

At around 7pm, Jamie, Maggie, and their friends had been spending time at the corner bar. They haven’t seen anything out of the ordinary. Until three suspicious looking men sat down next to their table, exchanging looks, but no sign of Teo yet. Down the road, Danny and Antonio parked two blocks away, with a TAC team parked further down.

It’s been half an hour and no sign of Teo, nor that the group of men does anything. Is it a false alarm? Jamie and Maggie sense that something is wrong but they can’t figure it out yet.

“Something feels off. If those are Teo’s guys, why don’t they make a move? Should I go to the back alone to lure them?” Maggie asked. “No, Maggie. Too risky.” said Jamie.

“Yeah but if you’re around Jamie, they won’t make the move. I’m good with Sandra and Alex here,” asked Maggie. Jamie looked hesitant but eventually yielded, “You keep her safe, okay?” Alex nodded and gave him a reassurance squeeze in the shoulder, “We got this, Reagan,” said Alex.

Jamie went out the bar and joined Danny and Antonio in their car. Another half an hour, still no sign of Teo and no chatter on his phone, Antonio also started to be uneasy.

“I think you two should join Baez, I don’t think he’s coming here,” said Antonio to Danny and Jamie.

“Leaving you alone with our sister? No,” Danny quickly rejected.

“Come on. I’ve got the cavalry here with me,” Antonio pleaded. “I feel more safe if you have eyes on Teo is all.”

Danny yielded, went out of the car and took Jamie’s car heading to Teo’s place, “You spotted him yet, Baez?” he called Baez. “No. No movement from his apartment since he’s back from the bodega an hour ago,” Danny and Jamie looked at each other and looked for the bodega.

“What is he wearing?” Danny asked. “Grey hoodie, black jeans, and white shoes,” said Baez over the phone. “Shit,” Danny muttered. “What is it?” asked Baez. “I’m at the Bodega looking at the security footage. Looks like he paid someone to wear his clothes and went back to his apartment.”

“Well his phone is still at home, so is his car,” Baez reported. “He must know we’ve been sitting on him,” Danny shook his head.

Jamie filled Antonio with the new development, “Shit. We got played.” Antonio cursed himself, he can’t believe all their plan had been crushed. Teo is a man of his words, Antonio is absolutely certain that he’ll take revenge but where is he now? He wrecked his brain and recalled his last conversation with Teo, that’s when he realized his mistake, “Jamie!!” Antonio screamed on the phone Danny swore he could see waves coming out of Jamie’s phone.

“It’s not Maggie….it’s Erin. My extended family. Go find her, I’ll join you.” Antonio’s voice was shaking in panic, he’s about to shift the car gear when he heard a gunshot coming from the corner bar where Maggie was. “Damn it!” he ran out along with the TAC team to the bar.

Danny and Jamie could not hear anything more from Antonio, the line got disconnected after the gunshot, but they decided to trust the man and make a run for Erin.

Danny was on edge while Jamie drove as fast as he could, “Danny, there’s a thing between us twins. I have a feeling that she’s okay.” said Jamie. “Okay if that you trying to calm me down, I’ll take it. I wish you can say the same for Erin,” Danny was beyond angry at himself. This operation was under his watch, and so far nothing according to his plan.

Danny kept calling Erin but no answer. Baez pinged her phone and put her in a three-mile radius around her apartment. “Please Erin, please be home,” Danny mumbled. The ride was only 15 minutes but it felt like forever for the Reagan boys. Erin’s car was parked in front of her apartment building, but when they got in, she’s not home.

Meanwhile, the situation at the bar wasn’t pretty either. The TAC team surrounded the bar, already securing civilians. Antonio could not believe what he’s seeing, it was like seeing a scene from a movie: gun standoff between the three men versus Alex and Sandra, with Maggie held on a chokehold, gun on her temple. Antonio quickly made his way in, which gained a strong protest from the perp that held Maggie, “Don’t move! Or I’ll kill her!" he yelled. Antonio took the risk coming in, but he’s fairly certain that Teo didn’t order his guys to kill Maggie.

Antonio rose his hands up, “If you don’t know already, you’re holding hostage a Chicago Police Detective. And I guess you didn’t expect the two friends here are also cops,” he pointed at Alex and Sandra.

“Now, I am from Chicago too so I wanna make sure that I bring her safely home. I know Teo sent you. And you’ve failed already because the task was to kidnap her, right? Why don’t we make this quick man-” Antonio kept talking to shake them off. “Shut up!! Or I’ll kill her!” the perp became more and more nervous. Maggie exchanged looks with Antonio, trying to understand his play. Antonio looked at her, Maggie looked calm, she trusted Antonio could get her out of the situation.

“I know it’s not the deal. The order was not to kill anyone,” Antonio tried to win them over.

“You don’t know anything,” the one holding Maggie pulled his trigger, the two others looked utterly confused and panicked. As the prep adjusted his arm position, Maggie elbowed him hard on his stomach, pushed his arm up and duck down. His shots were fired but went to the ceiling. Antonio tackled him as Maggie crawled to the side. Antonio pulled his gun on him, “Don’t you even think about it,” and the perp dropped his gun.

The two other men were taken aback wanting to shoot back, but Alex and Sandra shot their legs first and lunged at them. They were apprehended quickly and taken outside.

Antonio asked to deal with the one holding Maggie earlier. He was cuffed now so Antonio threw him on the table pressing him hard with his body. Maggie watched in disbelief from the side with the other officers. She had seen Antonio in action a few times before, but never quite like this.

“Where is Teo?!” Antoino screamed pinning him to the table, “I don’t know man-” the perp laughed.

“You want to laugh now?” Antonio pulled his gun and placed it on the back of the perp’s knee, “Well, you should know, in Chicago, we play things differently. There’s no need to be politically correct. Now where does he say he wants to stake out Erin?”

Maggie just put two and two together now, Teo has levelled up his revenge game, he went after Danny’s two sisters. Not caring about all the eyes, Antonio put his hand around his neck now and pressed his gun more, “I’m not playing here-” the perp was shaking and finally gave in, “I don’t know the name of the place, Blue something… a diner near her apartment. Now let me go!!” he screamed and coughed. Antonio threw him to the ground and motioned the other officers to take him. He knew that he would get in trouble later coercing a perp like that, but he couldn't care less.

He quickly called Danny, giving him Teo’s location and possibly Erin’s. After that, he turned to Maggie, who was still processing the situation, “Babe, you okay?” he reached out to hold her hands, she nodded but suddenly gave Antonio a tight hug. “Hey, you’re okay, I’m here,” Antonio tried to calm her down. She was on the verge of tears when Antonio pulled her away, he cupped her face with his hands, “I love you Maggie and will always protect you.” he paused and continued, “I hate to do this, but unless you can pull yourself to be Detective Reagan now, I suggest you get check out on an ambo because I still have to save your sister..” he said it calmly but not leaving the sense of urgency. Maggie bit her lip, realizing that her day was far from over and that her fiancee is still a cop on a job. So she took her deepest breath, “Let’s go, Detective Dawson,” she gave his hand one last tight squeeze before quickly making her way inside his car. Antonio nodded, still worried but he knows Maggie can do this. She was a cop before she was his girlfriend afterall.

Danny and Jamie ran across the street together with Baez who had joined them. They didn’t notify anyone yet as they don’t want to spook out Teo and put Erin in more danger. The Blue Whale diner was a bit more crowded than usual. Danny came in and asked Erin to the front counter. They confirmed she’s in the back, when he showed Teo’s picture the barista nodded and a few seconds later they heard a commotion from the back. People started screaming and ran out. Teo has found Erin.

“Jamie! Baez! Secure everyone!” Danny yelled. Turned out that Teo didn’t expect that Erin would recognize him right away - she immediately reached for her phone to call 911 when she saw him. And when he realized this, he quickly drew his weapon out, taking Erin before she could press dial.

Danny went to the back of the restaurant while Jamie and Baez were still out front making sure everyone’s out. Seeing Danny, Teo held Erin tighter and put his gun on her side.

“You Reagans. Think you’re so smart,” Teo smirked.

Danny drew his weapon to Teo, “It’s over Teo. You didn’t get Maggie either,” said Danny. “Oh yeah? So, I have more reason to kill this one then,” he grinned. Danny’s stomach was twisted. He could make the shot but Teo’s too close to Erin.

The standoff felt like forever. Danny tried to talk their way out of the situation. What took Baez and Jamie so long? He didn’t have back up. So he could only stall and talk nonsense to Teo about making a deal to get him out of jail.

Just when Danny was about to run out of options, Antonio came through the back door with Maggie, both weapons drawn to Teo, “It’s over Teo, you’re surrounded. You put the gun down real slow, or we take you out,” Antonio said calmly. Teo looked at Antonio, "You think you finally won, Detective Dawson?" His grip on Erin became tighter "Oh if I had known earlier that the famous Reagan family had ties to you…" He shifted his aim, his weapon pointed at Maggie this time.

"Teo, if you want to walk out alive…your only way out is me. My brother and Detective Dawson here won't think twice about shooting you," said Maggie. “Detective Dawson? You think I did not know you’re his girlfriend?!” Teo shouted.

She looked straight to Teo but her gaze was to Danny's. She gave Danny a slight nod, “I know you know now. Teo, now please…” Maggie begged, throwing her arms up like she was about to surrender, “Please, don’t hurt…” before she could finish her sentence, Danny fired a bullet to Teo's shoulder that was holding the gun.

Teo's gun went off but his aim was horrible, Maggie dodged his bullet and in a split second, she ducked and pulled Erin who was already on the ground towards her. Teo now on the ground, with Danny on top of him cuffing him. He grunted, Antonio kept his gun pointed at Teo and put it on Teo’s temple. "Tony, don’t. He's not worth it." Danny looked at him. Antonio's eyes were filled with anger, "I'm gonna make sure you're going to the death chair, and you’ll wait for that agonizing day in misery," Antonio hissed when getting him up. Teo still didn't look defeated, Danny shoved him and let Baez take him to the station.

Maggie held onto Erin as tight as she could. Today was horrifying. "Erin...are you okay?" Erin hugged his sister tighter, "I am now, thanks to you," to that, Maggie suddenly sobbed at Erin's shoulder. Looked like she had it worse than Erin. Erin looked confused, she never saw Maggie cry this way. Not even after the incident that made her move to Chicago 9 years ago. She held her, looking to Danny and Antonio for explanation. They may not be the closest siblings but Erin loves her siblings equally don't matter what. Antonio looked at Erin with an apologetic look, feeling responsible that he didn’t force Maggie to sit out after the bar shoot out.

Antonio approached her, "Hey Maggie, your arm is bleeding. Let's get you check out, the ambo's here," a bullet must've grazed Maggie’s arm during the first shootout. Maggie didn’t move an inch, still hugging her sister tight. He rubbed her back, closing in to her ear, "Come on, let Erin go. She's okay and you can go see her after. Okay? Danny will take care of her,” Maggie pulled away and looked her sister in the eye, "Erin I'm sorry…" still sniffing. "Hey, none of this is your fault, Maggie. And look, your sleeve is dripping with blood, go with Antonio," Erin reassured. Antonio pulled Maggie close to his side and walked out holding her.

After Maggie left it’s Erin now who could not take it anymore, "Oh Danny, that was too close to comfort," she buried her head against Danny’s chest. He put his arm around her, "I’m so sorry sis. It's over now, it's a good thing that we rehearsed that move over and over again," said Danny comforting her, "One hell of a day," he muttered.

Outside, Maggie was still shaking while getting patched up. Antonio held her hand the entire time, "I'm so sorry," was all Antonio could say to her. He knew his fiancee was hurting more in her heart than physically. But he did not know what to say, his head was still full with anger, heart pumping, adrenaline still hadn't washed out. He saw Jamie and motioned him to come over to the ambulance.

“Hey Mags, you okay?” Jamie asked. “Um.. yeah no,” Maggie started sobbing. Antonio pulled her into a hug, his brows curled and his face spoke a thousand words to Jamie. “It’s over, okay? It’s just adrenaline wearing off,” he realized that Maggie was still shaking. “You did good, babe. You did good.” he whispered to her ears.

Maggie pulled away, seemingly calmed down, she looked at Jamie, “I uh… I put Erin in danger, I got the whole cavalry looking after me and not one on Erin’s side…” tears streaming again. Antonio sighed, looking at Jamie for help, this is going to take long to recover from.

“We can’t go to that rabbit hole Mags, you know that. If you keep doing this then Danny would probably beat himself up, he brought everyone into this,” Jamie tried to reason.

“Or me- I should’ve forced you to stay after the bar,” Antonio’s words are shaky now, he’s also on the verge of tears, seeing Maggie like this, not his best forte.

Thankfully one of the officers came to break the moment before Antonio shed any tears, “Detective Dawson? The commissioner is on the line,” Antonio realized he had left his phone in the car and hadn't given an update to Frank yet. He nodded at the officer and turned to Maggie, “I’ve got a lot of explaining to do to the NYPD. You sit tight here with Jamie, okay?” Maggie nodded as he left.

“How can you all be so strong?” she asked Jamie. “We’re not Mags. We just pretended to be, so the others can be,” Jamie took his twin sister’s hand. “If you can’t do it for us, do it for Antonio. He’s the one that got it the hardest. Danny is a close second though and that’s just because he’s a Reagan. But marrying a PC daughter and getting in the middle of this mess? Fiancee of the year that he is,” Jamie chuckled, tried to lighten up the mood.

Now that Maggie can put things into perspective she put on a brave face, “I’ll start pretending now,” she smiled at him. “Yeah, you can be all sappy and sad when we’re alone at my place?” he offered. “With a bucket of ice cream and a superhero movie?” Maggie asked. “Yeah, can you give Antonio something to do tonight? Eddie’s got the night shift so we can have the night for the two of us.” he said.

“Oh, I won’t have him tonight. After today, I bet Danny would be drinking his night away with him…”

“So, it’s officially our night then,” Jamie hugged his twin sister.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Mature Relationships: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Emma ends the call, and grabs her purse, bounding down the steps of her flat. She is going to meet some friends at the bar down the street, so she decides to walk there, no reason to drive two blocks and risk a DUI. Entering the bar, its an old relic of a place left over from the prohibition era. She loves it, the bartenders are awesome, they have an amazing selection of beer, the lighting low, the walls covered in beer labels from beers all over the globe, it’s her home away from home. She waves at the bartender as she enters, Jeff sliding her usual shot of whiskey and a beer across to her as she sidles up to the counter.

She hands over her card to open a tab and looks around spotting her best friends in the corner near the dartboards. Belle smiles and waves, while Ruby is playing against two guys she hasn’t seen around before. Setting her phone on the table and her purse over her chair, she listens in on the conversation Mary Margaret and Belle are having, and when Ruby notices her arrival, she waves and calls her over. Ruby introduces Emma to the two men, Graham and Will. They seem nice enough and invite her to join them deciding to partner off, one girl one guy vs the others.

Emma is fantastic at darts, and she beats them swiftly in the first few minutes, while Ruby keeps score on the chalkboard. Finishing her beer Emma heads to the bathroom down the narrow, dim corridor and finds the room occupied. Leaning up against the wall outside it to wait, she notices a guy waiting in line also, the sink between them. She always thought it was so odd that the sink is right there in the hallway, so you had to talk to people as they waited in line for the one lady’s room or the one men’s room, but the bathroom stalls were miniscule at best, no room for sinks in them.

She sees that the guy has a mop of dark hair, black leather jacket, and a fairly hot profile, but he doesn’t look her way. The door to the ladies’ room opens and she heads in and out quickly and starts washing her hands. She looks down at her phone not paying attention as she walks back towards the bar and collides with a solid form. “Easy there lass” says an accented voice. Looking up, its leather jacket guy, and holy shit he is even better with a direct view of his face. His eyes are incredibly blue, and he smirks at her. She feels her panties literally soak.

“Sorry, wasn’t looking where I was going”, and he tsked her “as I can see. Watch where you’re going, someone could hit you with the door love” and he winked. Emma’s panties grew even wetter from that wink. Nope, nope, nope Emma, just get your beer and go back to your table she chastised herself internally and smiled at the guy. “Thanks” and kept walking, Jeff sliding her another round. Guys like that were her kryptonite, add an accent on there, and Jesus Christ. That was dangerous territory. Shaking it off, she asks for a beer for Ruby too, knocking back her shot waiting while Jeff poured it from the tap.

“Interesting choice of drink there” and she turns to face him, again. “Following me?” she asks wryly and, and he grins, “Nope, just needed a beer myself.” She thanks Jeff, and grabs her beers heading back to the table. Ruby wrangled Belle into joining her darts tournament, and their table is right near the door to the smoking patio. She sees leather jacket guy head out, and Will steps out with him. The smell of smoke wafts through the screen door and Ruby and Graham pause the game to head out too. Emma looks at M, wanna throw a few while they’re occupied? And M smiled at her, “Sure, but I have nothing by my drinking money so no bets tonight” and Emma smiled, handing her a set.

Ruby comes in first, and sees Emma got her a beer, thanking her, she begins pulling up another empty table to theirs while Emma and MM play their set out. The guys come in a few minutes later heading to the bar. Ruby likes them, they’re cute, and their accents even better, not bad company for the night. MM is taken, but the rest of them are unattached, and the newcomer Killian mentioned a pretty blonde lass who she would bet good money on was Emma.

Emma and MM sit, Belle joining them with two baskets of peanuts, and they all start talking and laughing, and Emma notices the extra table. Looking to Ruby “expecting company?” and the chair scrapes across the floor, leather jacket guy settling down in it, while Will and Graham sit on the opposite side in the bench seat. She looks at Ruby who smirks, and Emma rolls her eyes. She looks over, feeling his stare on the side of her face, “Now you’re definitely following me” and he just smirks.

Will speaks up “Emma, Killian, Killian, Emma- also known as the pretty blonde lass you were referring to,” and Killian glared at his friend. Emma laughed, “So you are following me?” he swallowed, his Adams Apple bobbing, god he was so hot. “Purely coincidental love, and I do have eyes Emma. You are a pretty blonde lass; I just didn’t know your name when I described you is all” and she looked at Ruby. Ruby smirked, and turned to chat up Graham, and Will already engrossed in a conversation with Belle. Not wanting to leave MM out, Emma tries to engage her friend in conversation, but MM is looking at her phone. “Hey guys, Dave just got off work, I am going over, see you later” she said in a sing song voice and they all nodded at her. Emma gulped her beer, that just left the dangerously hot Killian next to her to converse with.

“Do you like pinball Emma?” and she looks at him, “Sure” she says smiling and he nods, reaching into his pocket pulling out a few quarters. “I see Golden Tee, wanna play?” and she nods following him to the opposite corner of the bar. “It was getting a bit suffocating over there, and with your friend’s departure, I figured you might like to stretch your legs” and she smiles at him. “I’ll go first, what are we betting?” she asked. He rubbed his lower lip with his thumb thinking it over “If you win, I’ll pay your tab” she smiled at that, “and if you win…” she questioned “I get your phone number.” She swallowed “deal.”

They agreed to three rounds, and she lost the first round, but beat him in the second. This round they were tied, and Killian released the lever, the lights began going off. “I’ll take your number now” and he smirked at her. Right as she was about to respond “Last call” was announced and the lights flickered. She smirked, “Maybe next time” and she spun around to go get her purse noticing Ruby, Graham, and Will standing outside smoking by Belle. “Last call, I’m heading home, and she waved” Ruby hugging her, “take him home with you Em” She rolled her eyes, “See you tomorrow” and waved at them.

She looked around but Killian had vanished apparently, she waved to Jeff, paying her tab, and headed out the door to the sidewalk. “You didn’t think I’d let you slip away that easily; did you love?” and she smiled and turned around. Killian was leaning against the front of the bar against the brick wall smoking a cigarette, playing with his lighter. She knew she was playing with fire, but she walked up to him slid her hands into that inky hair, and kissed him deeply, her tongue stroking his. His hands gripped her hips, and she leaned back catching him off guard by breaking the kiss. “Maybe next time” she purred, and she turned around walking down the street.

Killian sat there dazed. “Jesus Christ” he said looking after her, watching her blonde hair illuminated by the streetlamps, and saw her turn the corner. Whoever Emma was, she just rocked his entire world. The others came out, and Ruby gave him a look, “She is here quite often after 6” and he said nothing but nodded. Will and Graham razzed him the whole ride home about Emma, both had gotten the girls numbers, and were prattling on about them. “How did you make out with the lovely Emma?” Graham asked him, he shrugged, the irony of Grahams words not lost on him. “We played pinball, we didn’t really talk a whole lot” and Graham nodded. “You like her, don’t you?” and Killian didn’t respond, and Will hit him in the chest. “Jonesy, you like her a lot!” “Shove off, I hardly know anything about her, she is easy on the eyes though” and that’s all he gave them.

Emma got home, fire singing through her veins, and she was more awake than tired after a night of drinking. She opened her windows letting the night breeze into her flat laying on the couch listening to the other people walking home from the bars out her window, cars driving off, then the streets grew quiet. She ran her fingers over her lips, Killian was a dangerous man, but god he was so hot. She was smart in not giving him her number, leaving it to fate if their paths crossed again.

Emma was at work early, hardly getting any sleep at all. She worked in physical therapy, and the pay was pretty good, plus Belle was one of the receptionists so it was nice to work with her friend. Since she was two hours early, she decided to run on the treadmill before work. Belle came in at 7, surprised to see Emma there so early, running on a treadmill. Setting her stuff down, she walked towards Emma and stood in front of her friend. “Alright, out with it Swan” the brunette said to her. Emma slowed her pace and finished her run. “Jesus Belle you scared me” and she hit stop on the treadmill and began to stretch.

Belle sat on a chair next to her, “Wanna talk about it?” and Emma looked at her friend. “nope”, “Oh come on Emma, he seemed nice, he was very handsome” and Emma looked at her. “He looks like walking sex Belle, sheet clawing, mind blowing sex, and that is dangerous” was all she said continuing to stretch. Emma sat up, swigging her water, switching the subject “Will seemed nice” and Belles eyes lit up. “He is, really nice. I gave him my number. He texted me this morning asking me out this weekend” and Emma whistled. “Good man noticed what a treasure you are” and Belle laughed.

The Physical Therapist Dr. Hopper walked in waving good morning to them, and Emma ran to the break room to shower and change really quick, their first patient arriving in half an hour. Belle would try to figure out some details on Killian, just for her peace of mind. Emma had been in a really long relationship and was still pretty new to being single, she wasn’t a prude, but if Killian made Emma nervous, that meant she liked him, and that was a huge deal. Emma didn’t like anyone, ever. Random set ups, meet cutes, all failed, Emma not wanting to commit herself again. But something about this Killian sparked her interest, so Belle would just have to wait and see.

Killian woke up and laid in his bed staring at his ceiling. He kept seeing those sparkling green eyes, and that long blonde hair, her pink full lips, the smooth glide of her tongue against his, and he could practically smell her perfume, something like vanilla or lilac. He tossed and turned all night, his cock twitching. He could probably snag her number through one of her friends, but where would the fun in that be? She obviously was leaving it up to fate to decide if they were to meet again, and he would just make it easier by haunting that little dive bar at random times after 6. He got up and showered, throwing his uniform on, and headed out to work, trying to keep his mind on the cars he was repairing so he didn’t fuck up an engine.

Emma bounded out of work, a long day and while she would usually hit the bar up for a beer, she decided against it. Stopping at the corner market she grabbed a bottle of wine and headed home, deciding she would paint on her screened porch to keep herself occupied and her thoughts off Mr. Dark and Dangerous. She was grateful Belle didn’t push the issue, and Ruby had been quiet too today, no texts, no calls, no graphic GIF’s, or memes. Emma pushed it out of her head, and just popped the cork, and began drawing.

Belle walked into the bar, Ruby sitting at the counter talking to one of the bartenders. “Thanks for meeting me” she said sitting down. “So?” Belle asked, and Ruby smirked “Jones is his last name, works as a mechanic over at a body shop off Canon, drives a 67 GTO, has a brother in the Navy, unattached.” Belle nodded, “you sure work fast” and Ruby grinned. “I might have had Graham for lunch today” and her smile widened. Belle rolled her eyes, “Ruby, you just met him” she chastised her, and Ruby shrugged. “It was fun, I like him, it’s not serious” and Belle nodded, telling her about Will. They both agreed they would just nudge fate a little, there was too much hotness going to waste if they left them up to their own devices, Ruby and Belle each texting their new paramours’ vague plans for Saturday to get them all together again.

Killian walked into a pub near his flat meeting Graham and Will for a beer. He walked in and the two were already having a conversation, grabbing his own beer he flopped down in his chair at the table and the other two eyed him. “You look like shit, long day Jonesy?” Will asked him and he nodded. “Long day indeed” was all he said. “Well Graham here had little red riding hood for lunch today” and Graham whacked Will across the back of his head. “Oi, what was that for you wanker?” and Graham shook his head, “I didn’t have her for lunch, god you make it sound so crass. I like her, she called, and I saw her” Will looked at him “Is that what you call it? You ate her for lunch” and grinned.

“You’re an idiot” Graham said, and Killian laughed. “As long as the lass is willing, nothing wrong with that Humbert.” Graham just shook his head, “you both suck. How about you Will?” Will’s cheeks reddened, “I have a date with her Friday, taking her to dinner” and Killian whistled. “Good man, she seems like a nice lass” and Will nodded. Graham eyed Killian, “And you Jonesy?” “Me what?” he said. “Where will you be Saturday?” Graham asked. “No plans yet, why?” and Graham was quiet, “no reason, you guys want to plan to hang?” and they all agreed.

Will went to the bathroom, and Graham asked, “I was just curious is all if you had gotten Emma’s number” and he shook his head. “Nope, fraid not.” “Do you want me to get it for you?” Killian shook his head, “I am sure I will see her again sometime.” Graham felt his phone vibrate and looked at the very revealing photo Ruby had just sent him. “Um, we gotta go” and Killian laughed. “I’ll drop Will off, have fun” and Graham looked like his ass was on fire as he booked it out of there to his car. “Where’s Humbert?” Will asked puzzled, “Red Riding Hood called” and Will laughed. “She must crack a mean whip!” and Killian nodded, headed toward Eastown.

Emma groaned, why was she still thinking about Killian? She sighed and finally drifted off to sleep, tossing all night until she woke up. Her clit was throbbing and her skin sweaty. Fuck, she whispered. Breathing in and out, she tried to will her body to calm down, but those eyes, and that tongue was haunting her fucking dreams. She slid her hand between her legs, her clit swollen, and drenched. She was so close, it was almost ridiculous how close she was to coming, she slowly rubbed her wetness over her folds, and used her other hand to roll her nipples. She was so close, and she slid two fingers inside herself, plunging them in and out, imagining that voice in her ear begging her to come all over his hand, and she shattered, crying out in her room calling out his name. When she came back down, she fell back asleep, completely sated by the idea of a person she knew nothing about.

Killian let the hot water run over his shoulders, he couldn’t stop picturing her. Her soft skin, her smell, god that smile she gave him. It was fucking dazzling, and he did not get dazzled by women. He usually snuck out of their beds before they woke up, he didn’t go home and jerk off thinking about them, letting them consume his entire train of thought. But there he was, cock hard in his hand and picturing her perfect pink lips wrapped around him. He pictured her tanned freckled skin, and full breasts that were probably tipped in the loveliest shade of pink, he fisted himself harder, imagining her taking him into her throat, deeply and he sped up, moaning as hot jets of cum hit the tile, dripping down it and pictured it going down her throat. Bracing himself, he needed to get it together. He crawled into bed, worn out and drifted off to sleep.

Emma woke up and got in the shower and went about her day trying to distract herself. She stopped at the farmers market in Eastown, picking up fresh flowers, and a new candle. She wandered in and out of the shops, and sat on a bench, sketchpad in hand and people watched. Her phone buzzed, “Bar Saturday?” Ruby and Belles group text. “OK” she said and put it back down sipping at her cocoa and packed her stuff into her bag. Her watch showed it was 4, and she was just packing up and walking back to her car and she noticed a really gorgeous Red GTO parked behind her bug. She reached into her bag and looked down trying to find her keys in what she called the pit of despair of her bag, when someone collided with her knocking her cocoa down her white tank top soaking her.

“What the fuck man?” she said looking at her shirt which was soaked. Killian stilled “Emma?” She lifted her eyes and met Killian’s blue ones, the ones that had been haunting her day and night. “Oh shit, Hi Killian, sorry” He just stared for a minute, her shirt was thin, and he could see her bra through it now. A very lacy white bra. He swallowed, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you, obviously. Do you want to come up, borrow a tee shirt? She looked at him, “You live here?” “Aye, second floor. What are you doing down here love?”

“Farmer’s market, I was sketching- and apparently fated to have cocoa spilled all over me” she said smiling. He smiled back, “let me just grab something out of my car, and I’ll take you up and get you cleaned up.” She swallowed, and her eyes widened as he unlocked the GTO and grabbed a bag out of it, locking it again before he closed the door. “She is beautiful” she motioned to the car, and Killian looked at her. “You like cars?” She nodded. “Well, aren’t you just quite the surprise?” he said and turned to unlock his building and held the door for her. His heart was pounding, he led her up the stairs with a hand on her lower back directing her toward his loft. He opened his door and led her inside, her eyes widened. “Wow, this is amazing” and he nodded, “used to be a meat processing plant back at turn of the century, Will lives in the next building over” and she just looked around.

“Come on, let me get you a clean shirt, I can wash yours if you like, try to get that out for you” he smiled at her and she just nodded. Red Alert, Abort Abort Abort Emma “Sure, that would be nice” she smiled at him. “Guess fate had other plans today, huh?” and she swallowed. “I guess so” and she followed him through the doorway, big arched windows and a great view of the market. His room was tidy, very tidy. A hamper neatly tucked in the corner and he handed her a soft white tee shirt with a soft smile. “I am really sorry Emma” and she couldn’t handle it anymore. Swallowing she looked up at him, “Guess you were right about fate” and he cocked an eyebrow at her.

Was he reading her right? Her pupils dilated, the light green sparkling in the sunlight. He stepped toward her, her hand still holding onto the shirt he was handing her. “Emma?” “Fuck it” she said, and grabbed his shirt pulling him to her. He moaned, and tangled his fingers in her blonde curls, tilting her head just where he wanted, and sucked over her pulse point on her neck, just below her ear. Emma moaned, and his cock hardened painfully. Leaning back, he lifted the bottom of her tank up and over her head. White lace covered her perfect tits, he was knocked speechless, and Emma was stepping toward him and he gripped her hips, walking her back toward his bed and he pushed her down and back gently.

Hovering over her, he reached back to pull his shirt over his head and off, not caring where it landed. “In a rush?” she asked, her chest heaving, and her pupils blown wide. “You’ve been haunting me for days Emma” and he kissed his way down her neck and pulled the lace cups down under her breasts, pushing them upward. “I was right” “about what?” she moaned as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. “I imagined your nipples would be the loveliest shade of pink, and I love being right” he nuzzled it while plucking at the other one, and switched sides. Emma was lost, all coherent thoughts gone. “Killian” and he leaned over her, licking deeply into her mouth. “Please tell me you want me just as much as I want you” and she nodded breathless.

He stepped back and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing his jeans and boxers to the ground. Emma’s eyes widened; he had the biggest cock she had ever seen. She leaned up, unhooking her bra and stood to unbutton her jeans, slowly sliding them down, leaving only her white lace thong in place. He looked like he was going to eat her alive, predatory and so fucking hot. She bent forward giving him a view of her ass as she pulled her pants down and off. He picked her up, her legs going around his waist and he sucked and rubbed her nipples and dropped her on his bed, her golden hair fanning out. Emma looked at his cock, seeing the precum at the tip, and she licked her lips wanting to taste him. She looked up at him and he was looking at her in total awe.

She leaned up, pushing him gently onto his back and knelt between his legs, stroking him with her hand, and her other hand caressing his balls. He moaned loudly, she liked that. She leaned down and licked his slit, tasting him, “Emma fuck, please love” and she tightened her grip taking him into her mouth. His skin tasted salty, and he smelled so good, she moaned, and the vibration made his whole-body jerk. His fingers wove into her hair, pushing it to one side and over her shoulder. She let him slip out of her mouth with a wet plop, “You want to watch me suck your cock Killian?” He leaned up on his elbow and she slowly took him back into her mouth, keeping her eyes locked on his. His tongue swiped along his lower lip and she took him to the back of her throat and his eyes rolled back and he hit the bed. She kept going, taking him to the edge and withholding his orgasm, drawing it out. “Please love, Emma” he cried out, he was wrecked as he called out for her, and she took him deep, humming and he went off like a geyser, his cum hitting her throat and she swallowed it all, licking him clean.

Chest heaving, he opened his eyes. Holy fuck, he leaned up on his elbows looking at her. “Are you…” and he yanked her to him rolling atop her. He licked at her lips, seeking entrance to her mouth. His hands were everywhere, his fingers pulling and tugging on her nipples, sucking on them, deep pulls, and light grazes of his teeth. Her fingers went into his hair, her nails scratching his scalped as she arched her back. He released her and began kissing down her stomach, nosing at the scrap of lace covering her from his sight. Leaning back on his heels, he hooked his fingers and pulled it down her legs and spread her thighs. “Gods you’re bloody gorgeous” and he saw her wetness coating her, her pretty pink cunt swollen, and he had to have her.

He leaned in breathing her in, her sweet scent calling to his blood like a siren. He placed a soft kiss over her mound and used the tip of his tongues to tease her clit. She bucked and cried out, and he splayed his large hand over her stomach holding her still. “You taste amazing Emma” and he flattened his tongue licking her up and down, she felt like she was burning from the inside out. She released his hair and fisted his comforter. He moaned as her arousal washed down his throat, he inserted two fingers into her, and she cried out his name, her legs shaking against him. “Gods you’re so tight, so fucking hot love” and kept licking at her. He could feel her walls clamping down on him, and he kept going, curling his fingers just slightly to rub that hidden spot, and Emma saw stars and screamed his name. He lapped lightly at her, swallowing the gush of arousal, rubbing her through her orgasm and brought her down gently.

Her chest heaving, her perfect tits jiggling with each panted breath. He eased his fingers out of her licking them clean and leaned over her to grab a condom out of his nightstand. He leaned back and rolled it on. “Emma open your eyes love” and she opened them, the green a dark shade and he loomed over her rubbing his cock against her folds. “Tell me you want me Emma, I am dying to have you love” and she responded by yanking him down by the neck to her mouth, tasting each other on her tongue. It was so hot. “Yes, Killian, I want you to fuck me” and he groaned, pushing slowly into her.

Emma groaned at the stretch, he was easily the largest guy she had ever been with, and he was gentle easing into her. His eyes snapped shut at the tightness of her cunt, pulling him deeper into her. They were both trembling, and he pushed in as far as he could, holding back to let her to adjust to him. She bit her bottom lip, and he slid a hand under her ass lifting her just enough to slide all the way in. She moaned as he hit the bottom of her, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sensation of her tight cunt around him, the heat of her walls scorching him through the rubber. “Killian, I need you, I need you to move” and he did. Dragging himself slowly in and out of her, until she sighed and relaxed into him, and he began to move faster.

Emma locked her ankles around him, her heels digging into his ass pushing him so deep it almost hurt. She held on to him as he fucked her so hard that she felt another orgasm brewing hard. “Killian” she cried, and he slowed, “are you ok?” leaning onto his forearm, he brushed her sweaty curls off her forehead, and she nodded, “I don’t want to come without you” she smiled breathless, and he kissed her. “I’m right here with you Emma” and he continued at his pace, pushing them both higher and higher, his arms trembling and her legs shaking. She arched slightly and the movement had him rubbing over that spot deep inside her. He could feel the ridge every time the tip of his cock grazed it, she moaned louder, and he kept going. His orgasm was building at the base of his spine, he felt it coming and he began pumping harder into her, her walls clamping down around him and he saw stars as his orgasm tackled him from behind and hers sending her screaming over the edge.

They lay there sweaty and still joined. Killian laid his head on her chest listening to her heart pounding below and caught his breath. He leaned back pulling out of her slowly and she winced slightly, but mostly at the loss of how he felt inside her. He felt like his entire world just flipped on its axis and he looked over at her lying beside him. He leaned up on his elbow, tucking her curls behind her ear, and she blushed slightly. “That was, I don’t even know what that was” she said and giggled. He smiled, “you’re perfect, Emma. Everything I dreamt you would be and so much more love” and she shut her eyes, her long black lashes fanning out against her flushed cheeks.

“Please don’t tell me this was a one-time thing Emma” he said as he kissed her shoulder and she opened her eyes, “I am pretty sure fate wouldn’t have let this happen if it wasn’t meant to be”. He nodded locking his eyes on hers. “Emma, what’s your last name?” “Swan” she said, and he smiled. “Emma Swan, the most beautiful lass I have ever seen, and the best sex I have ever had in my life” and she giggled. “What is your name?” “Killian Jones” and she smiled. She held her hand out, “It’s nice to meet you Jones” and he smirked, burying his face in her neck and tucking her against him, of course she fit perfectly against him. “Oh Swan, I don’t think I am ever going to let you go now” he murmured, and she smiled looking over at him “Good.”

Ruby and Belle tried calling Emma a few times, unable to get her on the phone. They were starting to get worried; she hadn’t picked up her phone or answered a text for a whole day. She had called into work early and left a message on the machine Belle said, worried that she was sick, so Ruby went by her apartment with her spare key to check on her in case she needed anything. Ruby called Belle to say her car wasn’t there and she wasn’t home, her bed made and nothing out of place. “Where is she?” they sat on Emma’s couch and thought, “do you think she is ok?” Ruby asked worried, and Belles’s phone vibrated, it was Will calling.

“One Sec Ruby, let me take this. Hey Will, what? Emma? A yellow bug, why? Ohhhh” and she began slapping Ruby’s arm excitedly. “Ouch what! That hurts” Ruby whined slapping her back. “Will- I will call you back!” “What?” Ruby asked her. “Will said a yellow bug has been parked behind Killian’s car in Eastown for the last two days, and he has heard nothing but moaning and screaming from Killian’s front door for two days, the neighbors have been complaining through the whole building. Ruby covered her mouth and started laughing hysterically. Fate is funny like that.

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xmalereader · 4 years

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Javier Pena X Son! Male Reader

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ANOTHER CROSSOVER BITCHES!!!! I really enjoyed the Mitch Rapp and Javier Pena one so why not make another but with stiles stilinski instead?! And YES it’ll be supernatural to be prepared!!

Summary: Reader is javiers son and the two of them move to California in a small town called beacon hills where Javier works their as a deputy and reader meets a lot of new people. The two aren’t only new to beacon hills, they are secretly hunters as well.

Warnings: Supernatural, Javier being a sassy bitch and a hot dad, reader is his son, stiles is still working as an FBI agent, fluff, language, werewolves, hunters, crossover between teen wolf, supernatural, and Narcos because FUCK IT!

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“Again.”

He grunts in frustration as he takes out his gun and reloads it, holding it up he begins to shot down the cans that his father had set up for him. The two were deep in the woods of beacon hills, practicing on their shooting.

“Otra vez.” Again

“Can I at least take a break?” He grumbled out, lowering down the gun to his hip. Giving his father a look as he sighs, rubbing his face. “Fine, but only a short one.”

With that the young adult smiles and walks over to his bag, bending down to take out a water bottle and some snacks that he packed for hismelf.

Javier Pena and Y/n Pena were both hunters of the supernatural. They have moved from Colombia to California after Javier finished his time at the DEA, only helping since the most wanted man was a jinn, making people’s ‘wishes’ come true without them noticing. He was the only one who knew what he was and he made sure to keep a secret until they got him, so of course he has to kill him without getting noticed, sort of made it look like an accident.

He became a hunter at a young age and never really got the hang of it until he worked for the DEA after that he ends up taking in Y/n, a street boy that he met during one of his chases. Damn kid helped out a lot more than anyone else on his team. He remembers rounding the corner only to see a young kid holding ‘his’ target down, pinning him onto the ground as he held a blade to the mans neck. Javier was very impressed that he ends up adopting the kid, making him a future hunter and teaching him about the supernatural.

“You need to practice your aim, your a shitty shot.” Said Javier as he sits next to him, stealing his snack as y/n pouts and glares. “I know im a shit shot but I’m better with blades.”

“A blade won’t stop a werewolf.”

“It’ll Slow then down if you aim correctly.”

Y/n smiles big at him as Javier chuckles and ruffles his hair, earning a laugh from the other. The two have been living in beacon hills for almost two months now, it was a very small town that everyone knew each other. It was easy for them to work with, making a list of everyone who lived here as they kept record of the people.

This place was known for its supernatural which was another reason why they came here. They weren’t hunters who killed for fun and pleasure, no, they killed those who need to be killed. They’ve once stumbled upon a group of witches who were helping people, giving them no reason to hurt them and in return they became allies.

Y/n kept record of every supernatural being and creature in a notebook, sketching out their forms and writing down notes in case he needed them in the future. Javier wasn’t so smart and tried to remember everything until one day they almost got killed by some ghouls.

“Why are we here again?” He suddenly asks, taking back his bag of snacks and putting them inside his bag. Javier rolls his eyes and sighs, “I got a call from an old friend saying that he heard about some crazy stuff going on down here.”

“Like?”

“Sacrifices.”

Y/n shudders. “You sure it isn’t a cult?” He rasies a brow. “I mean it could be a cult but also other things such as; Minotaur, Fenrir, druids—“ he holds out his fingers and shrugs with a sigh. “It could be anything really.”

Javier shakes his head, the kid knew too much about the supernatural that he feels like he’s the one being taught. “Like you said,” he leans his back against the tree. “It could be anything.” The two are silent as they watch the sunset, it was getting late and they’ll have to return back home soon. Apparently it isn’t safe before or after midnight so everyone had to be indoors during the night time but since the two hunters weren’t afraid of anything they didn’t seem to care.

As y/n picks up the empty cans and piles them up in a corner he hears Javi moving around behind him, flipping through y/n’s journal as he reads more about the different creatures that they have Encountered. “I heard that there’s a true alpha in this town.” He blurts out, getting y/n’s attention.

“A werewolf? But a true alpha, those are rare arent they?” He approaches Javier and snatches the book away from him. “Don’t tell me you want to kill one.” He deadpans.

“No, you crazy?” Javier glared at him, bending down to pick up the backpack. “What In sating is that we can get his help, if he’s the alpha of beacon hills than maybe he can help us find our guy. We can talk things out and see what we can get.” He explains, walking through the woods as y/n follows close behind him.

“But how would we approach one without causing trouble? Let alone get ourselves killed.” He tucks the book away in the bag, causing Javier to slow down with a roll of his eyes. “This is a small town and we can approach one easily without causing chaos.”

“Is that a promise?”

“I don’t do promises I can’t keep.” Javier grumbled out as y/n laughs at him.

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“A new family has moved into beacon hills.”

“Wow, who thought it was a good idea to move here? I mean this place is a dump.”

“Stiles—“

“Alright, alright, sorry.”

The McCall pack was having a meeting, latelty they have stumbled upon some crime scenes that Involved human sacrifices. At first they thought it was the Nemeton again but this was different. After they found out that these human sacrifices weren’t just for eating but for sport as well.

It disgusted them to know that many innocent people were being killed for fun, they were losing lives and people of beacon hills are growing even more worried.

They had everything handled until a new family moved into beacon hills and for such a small town they immediately knew who they were and what they were doing here.

They heard that the family would only be staying for awhile and how they have just moved from Colombia, what a worst time to be moving to beacon hills.

“You think these new people are the ones behind it?” Asked Derek as he leans back in the wall with arms crossed. “I mean it’s oblivious, they move here not to long ago and then two days later another body shows up, I mean we know everyone in beacon hills who is supernatural and not but this family is new. We have to know who they are.” Said Scott, he was determined to know.

“Okay first of all, calm down.” Said Stiles, cutting his best friend off as he held up his hands. “Scottie these people just moved here and we can’t blame them for the bodies that are randomly showing up.”

“He’s right.” Said Derek.

“Thank you.” Stiles nods at Derek before turning back to face Scott. “Let’s investigate them first and see what they are like I mean—I may or may not have broken into the record room back at work but I did do my research and got some information about them.”

“Isn’t it illegal to do that?” Liam asks, sitting by the stairs.

“Not when your working with the law.” Stiles said back, pulling out a file of information about these two newcomers. He opens the folder and sets out two pictures. “This is Javier Pena and Y/n Pena, they are both father an son—not by blood but still family.” Stiles began to explain as he spreads out more pictures.

“Like you said, they have just moved from Colombia and as it turns out, this guy worked for the DEA.” He points to a picture of Javier sitting at a bar and drinking a beer.

The pack approach the table as they take a look at the pictures and information. Stiles, working for the FBI, was able to get all of this information with a snap of his fingers. He was smart and knew what to do when it came to situations like these. He knew that Scott was the kind of person to get straight to the point but stiles always wanted evidence before doing anything rash.

“Oh he’s cute.” Said Lydia as he held a picture up of Javier.

Stiles frowns, reaching over to snatch the picture from her. “All we know he can be dangerous.”

“That’s never stopped me.” She grins, earning an eye roll from him.

“Anyways, I was able to get enough information about them, that they don’t show any signs of danger really. Their just regular people.” He shrugs, rubbing the back of neck as he looks at his work one last time.

He noticed Derek reach out to pick up a picture of y/n. In the picture he was sitting at the park back in Colombia and writing in a notebook, he brings the picture closer and noticed a sketch of a strange creature on it. “Stiles did his research and found nothing dangerous about these two,” said Derek as he pulls out his phone. “But you haven’t done all your work.” He begins to dial a number.

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“Yeah we know them, we worked with them once their also hunters—did you talk to them or something? Because I’m going to be honest they aren’t really the friendliest. I mean they just come back from Colombia and they have been through some shit.”

“Wait you know them?!”

The pack we’re talking to the Winchester’s, a pair of brothers that they met a long time ago and have helped each other. The boys too weren’t the friendliest and have attacked them at first sight but once they settled things down they were able to talk it out and become allies.

“Are we not going to state the fact that they are hunters?” Again, stiles continued to Interrupt the phone call that lies on the table with speaker phone on. Everyone ignores him as they speak to Sam. “Wait, so their trust worthy?” Asked Scott as he waits for the other to respond.

“Yes, they are but try not to do anything that’ll get them to hurt you.” Said Sam as he arranged some books on the other side of the call. “They can get pretty dangerous.”

“They are badass too, so don’t mess with them.” Said Dean as he stands next to Sam, listening in onto the phone call as he grins, Sam can only roll his eyes but agree. “He’s not wrong.”

“Okay, will approach carefully and not do anything to alarm them.” Said Scott as the brothers on the other line hum in agreement. “Thanks guys.” He hangs up the phone and hands it back to Derek.

“So, who wants to approach some hunters?” He gives off a nervous smile as the others avert eye contact.

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spkmth · 3 years

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SOME BANAL KBNZ HEADCANONS.

HOW THEY MET, BECAME FRIENDS, AND FELL IN LOVE.

• they met as children, during a battle in the wild area ; piers saved raihan from some camp interlopers one evening, and raihan’s enthusiastic gratitude, while grating, meant that he immediately endeared himself to piers. they never had the chance to become rivals, as piers’ journey got cut short when he had to become marnie’s full-time caregiver ; but he never fell out of touch with raihan, and they texted one another at least once a week. when raihan left for the isle of armor, and then for university in kalos right after, their messages passed less and less frequently ... and when raihan returned nearly a year later, a fully-fledged dynamax master and certified dragonkeeper, piers could scarcely recognize him.

• the attraction was immediate, but it took a long while for love to grow. as a man both in the closet and in the spotlight, raihan couldn’t deny his physical and mental attraction to piers, but had to stuff his feelings to save face in front of his family and his adoring fans ( and initially out of fear that piers wouldn’t feel the same ). for his part, piers made his intent apparent, but not too apparent to jeopardize their long-time friendship ; he’d had hundreds of one-night stands, infamously never going back for encores, but by the time he’d cajoled raihan into bed with him, he realized that he was going to have to break his one-and-done rule. they hooked up pretty regularly after that, always in secret, always in spikemuth for raihan’s peace of mind.

• raihan admitted to having feelings first. piers initially thought it was a joke or a slip of the tongue ; he’d seen the way raihan looked at leon ( spoiler: it was the same way he looked at raihan ) and figured that their hook-ups were just for fun. but leon is untouchable, and piers is warm and comforting and sweet beneath the tight leather and spikes and neon colors —— raihan reassures him that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, not for all the pokégram clout in the world, and that’s when piers realizes that holy shit this is real.

• yes, they are in love. no, it isn’t a ruse, a front, or some scheme to make leon jealous. no, they aren’t just fucking because they’re two hot guys and people on the internet like that.

RELATIONSHIP QUIRKS.

• yes, raihan gets on piers’ nerves sometimes, with his constant selfies and his exuberant, loud personality. piers gets on raihan’s, too ; his non-stop partying and continuous self-deprecation get under raihan’s skin. but they love each other anyway —— no love is perfect, and they acknowledge that they aren’t perfect people, and they don’t expect to break the mold in this regard.

• yes, raihan is attracted to leon. piers is attracted to leon too. they have a standing agreement that if it ever came up, leon is the only person they are allowed to have a threesome with, or sleep with one-on-one. but raihan likes leon on a personal level, too, whereas piers only sees him as happy-go-lucky champion time guy. indeed, piers resents leon to some degree, due to raihan’s fixation on him ; its fine if raihan wants his body, but only piers gets raihan’s heart. piers is also genuinely suspicious of leon : the guy’s too happy ... what has rose done to him? ( i hate when people make them a happy ot3 when piers has never been in the same room as the guy. do i think they have potential? of course. the internet exists solely for things like that. but GIVE ME CONFLICT DAMN IT. )

• they never lie to one another. the foundation of their relationship is honesty. raihan is expected to hold himself to a certain set of standards in his city and around his family, and even on his pokégram ; the only time he can let loose and be wild is on the pitch ... and with piers. and of course, for piers, punk is about shunning social norms and truly being oneself, and piers is the dictionary definition of a punk. he’s genuinely never lied to raihan, not as a child and not as a grown ass man ; in fact, sometimes his bluntness gets him into more trouble than a lie would. but as a couple, their honesty has always saved them and kept them together.

• raihan has yet to introduce piers to his parents, even as a friend. they’ve seen piers on tv and have made it clear that they dislike his lifestyle. it’s a good thing they don’t use pokégram, or else they’d see piers’ face plastered all over raihan’s feed. none of this bothers piers : he won’t be introducing raihan to his parents anytime soon, either, because wyndon prison has strict visitation rules and piers couldn’t care less. in fact, the only familial validation he needs is marnie’s, and she’s given it in spades. marnie adores raihan, and couldn’t imagine a better partner for her dumpster fire of a brother.

• piers loathes the idea of marriage. its a societal construct used to declare that a relationship is Supreme and those people are off the table, when basic human dignity and respect should be enough for that. unfortunately for him, raihan is a sucker for marriage, and has his mind set on it. someday, raihan.

• raihan doesn’t like piers’ drug use, and does his best to curb it, but won’t ask him to stop altogether. piers is happy living a short and explosive life, and raihan wouldn’t change that ; he simply keeps an eye out for him and is constantly brushing up on his cpr skills, just in case.

• raihan is incredibly educated, and some would argue that he is far smarter than piers ; as a man with full tertiary education, as well as a certification in the most dangerous pokémon type and mastery of the dynamax phenomenon, he could talk circles around piers if he wanted to. but raihan knows that having an education doesn’t make one smart ; piers is street savvy, much more so than raihan could hope to be, and he knows his way around a dollar better than any professor raihan ever learned from. and marnie is a perfectly well-educated and wonderfully socialized young lady, mostly due to her brother’s efforts ... so anyone who makes insinuations about piers’ intelligence around raihan will always end up with a fist in their face. for his part, though, piers enjoys listening to raihan prattle on about the function of a dragon’s scales, or something else he learned in school ; its something he’d wished he’d been able to do, something that he hopes he gets a shot at in his next life.

• despite being a bleeding heart who loves to spout shakespeare, raihan struggles with physical intimacy, sexually or otherwise. piers is a surprisingly discerning and compassionate lover, able to tell what his partner wants at a glance, and completely capable of fulfilling those needs without having to be asked ; its something that raihan envies. he’s great at displays of affection, and boy howdy can he explain it with words, but he doubts he’ll ever be as intuitively gifted as piers.

• piers has never written a song about raihan. when asked why, he’ll say that he simply can’t put the depth and scope of his feelings into words. he wants to, but every time he puts the pen to paper, it tries to spit everything out at once, leaving incomprehensible scribbles behind. he doesn’t have words for the ache in his chest, the shaking of his fingers, the simultaneous thrill and fear of being vulnerable with someone who truly cares about him ... so he writes songs about fucking the system instead.

WHO IS BETTER THAN THE OTHER AT...

• CARING FOR THE OTHER. they spend equal amounts of time caring for one another ; they’re both natural caregivers who love tending to others. raihan is much more ready to admit when he needs to be taken care of than piers is, as piers is used to doing everything on his own and struggles to ask for help ; but raihan is tuned into piers’ nonverbal cues well enough that he silently steps up right when piers silently gives in. piers, for his part, is happy to surrender to raihan as well ; raihan has proven time and time again that he would never intentionally hurt him ... at least, not without a safe word. ( the concept that piers is a uwu uke who needs to be taken care of bothers me because of his apparent willingness to relinquish control, something that canon piers has some pretty clear issues with doing. he strikes me as a man who needs to be needed, and who enjoys being a caretaker even if he’ll never admit it. the vulnerability of letting raihan take care of him, when piers has cared for others his whole life, is what attracts me to this pairing, not a hot goth boy getting railed in the ass. it isn’t that he NEEDS to be taken care of; its that he WANTS to be taken care of, by raihan. that’s good shit. and also piers isn’t a goth. )

• COOKING. raihan is the better cook, but piers makes a better cup of tea. raihan is the whip-shit at making curry ; its probably the one thing he’s beaten leon at. for his part, piers’ cups of tea are as legendary as his singing, and he has his friends’ and family’s preferences memorized.

• SINGING / MUSIC. piers, purely for his understanding of musical constructs and ability to read music. raihan can’t read music to save his soul, but he is great at learning by ear, and has a wonderful grasp of pitch and tone. piers has a wider range, but raihan has a purer voice ; years of chainsmoking has added a distinctive rasp to piers’ voice, but that’s one of the things that makes him famous. the first time the public got any inkling of their closeness was a spontaneous duet at a karaoke bar ( and surprisingly, they were sober ).

• FUCKING. piers, no contest. he’s talented and infamous for his exploits, and if he hasn’t tried it, he wants to. raihan certainly isn’t wet behind the ears, but sex isn’t his priority ; he likes connecting with people on an individual level, and then a physical level if they’re compatible. piers has the higher libido of the two, and this sometimes bothers raihan, partly because he wishes he had a greater sex drive and partly because he wishes piers would stop and smell the roselia with him instead of constantly trying to get him out of his clothes.

WHO DOES WHAT MORE?

• SMOKING / DRINKING. piers smokes way more than raihan, and raihan prefers hookah to cigarettes. they’re both drinkers, but skinny little piers can drink the dragon under the table. however, raihan is aces at concealing his level of drunkenness until he’s beyond the point of no return ; piers is shit at hiding it. drunk piers is baseline horny, sometimes happy, sometimes angry ; raihan is the happy / sleepy kind of drunk. raihan is picky and prefers mixed drinks, and piers will drink anything that isn’t cheap beer. raihan greatly prefers drinking at home, as he’d seen piers get roofied at a pub once and it traumatized him.

• STAYING UP LATE. piers is the king of the night-noctowls. raihan is lucky to make it to midnight.

• CHECKING THEIR PHONE. raihan. always raihan. piers’ poor rotom-phone has abandonment issues from how little it’s used.

• TOPPING / BOTTOMING. piers is 90% power bottom and 10% service top. he loves getting fucked and telling his lover how he wants it, but he’s also great at pleasing his partner no matter what they want from him, and loves taking care of his partner and making them scream. raihan is 70% service top, 15% power top, and 15% genuine sub. as nice as it is to flex his muscles and use his ungodly height to his advantage, sometimes its nice to just be taken care of. fortunately for raihan, piers is great at understanding nonverbal cues, and can easily tell what mindset raihan is in without having to ask.

#▌ 𝅘𝅥𝅮 ( 𝘙𝘌𝘉𝘌𝘓 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘈 𝘊𝘈𝘜𝘚𝘌. ) —— HEADCANONS.#▌ ♫ ( 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘈 𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘋. ) —— KBNZ.#yes i did just spend three hours writing this.#i have a lot of feelings about kbnz man

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fiction-in-my-blood · 4 years

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History’s Finest Part 1 (KBTBB) (No Pairings.... Yet)

So this is a lil idea I had which will likely turn into a series. I don’t know how long it’ll be or who will end up with MC but I know it’ll be fun! Hopefully. If you guys have any specific requests on who’ll be the lucky guy, I’d love to know! I love to here your thoughts.

Potential Warnings: Bad language, Gun wounds, Stitches.

Premise: The Bidders have been employing a treasure hunter to bring in new and unique things to the auction, but after a year of working together, how close have they grown? And how little do they trully know about her?

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“She’s late. Again.” Soryu grumbles as he and the King continue to sit in the Executive Lounge for the passed 30 minutes. A new contact for the auction was supposed to meet them with an item to list, but, being consistent with the last two times they had used her service, has yet to arrive on the agreed time.

With an inkling they’ll be stood up, Soryu drums his fingers on his gun, which is rested on the arm of his chair. He stares down the elevator doors, daring them to open so he can shoot the first person that enters.

Eventually, those doors did slide open, and there, hobbling out with a brief case hung over her shoulder, stood the woman they had been waiting for. She was wearing her usual fatigues of a dark blue button up shirt, the buttons done up just to allow for a bit of cleavage, mainly because she couldn’t be bothered to be modest after her long ship ride, and black jeans, simplistic but sexy, a belt with a pouch wrapped around her waist. There was also an empty holster attracted to the back, covered by the over hanging top.

“You’re late.” Now also ticked off with his arms draped over the back of the couch, Eisuke stared down on her. Her tired, positive expression didn’t falter as she crossed her arms, trying to restrain herself from jumping forward and strangling easily her most difficult client. It was lucky she wasn’t armed. The treasure hunter had just docked off from Panama, having gone through weeks of gun fights and crumbling ruins to acquire the piece of history she had set out to find, and this was the greeting she got for recovering the relic worth millions? And who here wasn’t grateful?

However, she knew not to talk back. In her field, most people were one word away from blowing a fuse and then she’d lose the limited clientele that would buy from her. There weren’t many buyers she trusted, and the ones she had; double crossed her a number of times. And this guy was right-handed by a Chinese mobster in the heights of a famous casino hotel. Not someone you want to piss off.

“Oh, Ichi, it’s nice to see you too.” She didn’t think she’d ever get away with nicknaming the CEO of a multi-million, maybe even billion, dollar company, but every time she used it the guy’s face eased into an amused smirk, even now, when he was just reprimanding her for her short-comings. That eased her secretly racing heart; knowing she wouldn’t be gunned down right in the middle of his luxurious penthouse. Although, he was probably just worried about bloodying the marble.

“Do you have it?” The mob boss was less easy to impress, scowling the woman to high hell. She huffed out a laugh, trying to ignore how easily angered he seemed, and carefully dropped the case from her shoulder onto the coffee table in front of the CEO.

“All in one piece.” Lila decided, as usual, it would be best to leave out all the soldiers and crazed war mongers she had to fight off to get the artifact, knowing it would likely scare off any buyers that would be willing to buy something lost for centuries.

Leaning forward, Eisuke slipped on his special gloves, which led Lila to hide a smirk, before he clicked open the locked box. Never in her life had she taken such precautions when handling her finds. Usually, there would be a gun to her head and any belongings she had brought with her would alays end up as dirty as she was from sliding through mud, climbing dirt covered walls and- more often than not- blood from her or her enemy’s wounds. A life or death scenario never justified such preventive measures when she hardly ever remembered a snack bar for her lunch.

Eisuke’s expression didn’t change from that skeptical stare as the lid popped open to show the solid gold idol that laid inside. It was encrusted with green gems, a bracelet of similar design embedded in the padding. The King took no mind of the jewelry that wasn’t meant to be there and picked up the surprisingly heavy object.

“What is that?” Soryu, however, did take notice, pointing an accusing glare at the hunter to which she smiled.

“Just a present I found on my travels. Think of it as a thank you for being so accommodating.” Lila hid her own glare behind a spiteful smile. It was a shame the man was so good-looking, she would be happy to trick him into bed to sift through his cabinets for expensive things if it wasn’t for his hate for the opposite sex. Soryu merely sighed, directing his gaze to his old friend.

“What’s the condition?” He eyed the ancient Inca statue that Eisuke held up to eye level, turning it every which way to find some clue to prove it being a fake. He didn’t speak when he spotted something odd, but it wasn’t the shine from a modern day power buffer.

“There’s blood.” He swiped a snow white finger tip over the jelly substance and Lila’s face went just as pale as his gloves. As she had reached for the idol that stood above the room on a pedestal, she was shot by this month’s model of competition. The bullet ripped through her side, luckily not causing any serious lasting damage, but had obviously left evidence of her troubles on her wares.

“O-Oh, well, treasure hunting isn’t a clean job. Always getting cracked fingers and all. Nothing to worry about.” Lila was never good at lying. Not when the nuns at her orphanage asked her why her bully had punched her or when clients asked her why she didn’t manage to bring anything back from her travels- it was difficult for them to believe the cities had crumbled into the earth, never to be seen, or heard of, again. Her cheeks heated up, and not because of the light sunburn she had received being in such a hot climate, but due to a sign that she was, in fact, misleading them.

Both men grew suspicious, one raising an eyebrow and the other looking her body up and down. They never knew about her expeditions being dangerous. They believed she just waltzed into a temple hidden deep in a jungle or a cave high in the snowy mountains and plucked the ancient artifact right off the floor. It didn’t occur to them when she called to extent the meeting time to a week later that she had run into some seriously dangerous trouble or needed to rest in a hospital somewhere in the third world country she had found herself in that time from whatever bullet wound she had earned from her newest enemy.

“What happened?” Even though the three had only acquainted a year ago and only met two other times, Soryu- to be honest, both men- had grown rather fond of the treasure hunter. Although, his tone was harsher than she had ever heard it.

Lila tried her best to control her limited temper and had the body of a super model. Her manners, in the limited amount of time they did see her, were abysmal. She didn’t close her legs when she was sitting- she only ever wore her jeans or tight cargo pants- and gulped down any drink she was given in seconds. She was smart, despite looking as dumb as an uneducated delinquent. They had met experts before, they were the ones that confirmed the items she brought in, but even they didn’t know as much as she had told them. She had the wisdom of the old man she was mentored by and the street smarts to find whatever information that would lead her to her next find.

However, Lila was less inclined to respond. She was never comfortable with someone dotting on her, even when she was a kid. It wasn’t in her second nature to rely on anyone else. Let alone her first. The old man that had taken her in from a young age after she tried to pick his pocket took years to gain her trust, even though he didn’t act like he cared. She was just a scared little kid at the time, and he introduced her to a world of adventure and danger, that he ensured he would protect her from. She was heading there anyway, might as well have a few connections.

She bit her lip, avoiding their intimidating gazes.

That’s when the CEO lost his patient. Throwing himself forward made her want to step back. They played this odd dance until her back bumped into the person behind her, which she hadn’t noticed beforehand. She jumped around to see a man in a suit, who had greeted her on every one of her visits. Kenzaki, seemingly one of Eisuke’s well-dressed henchmen.

However, Lila didn’t get to greet him when she felt a different warmth on her back, rotating around again like some sort of spinning top. She was struck of all thoughts as Mr Ichinomiya’s towering figure pinned her in place. She gulped, an awkward grin gracing her lips as she tried to regain composure. The old man always warned her about going into a meeting alone. Maybe he had a good point.

“Y’know, you can just get it out with a tissue. I don’t have any on me, but I’m sure you can afford the additional expense.” She tried not to sound intimidated with a short chuckle, but that would be difficult when her tone was a little shaky.

“What happened?” Eisuke glared between gritted teeth and she responded almost instantly.

“I got shot. But it’s nothing, really. I won’t charge you medical expenses or anything and it didn’t damage the artifact.” As always, the buy came first, so she didn’t worry about her own physical health. Or, she didn’t think they cared about her physical health. Why would they? This was a business relationship. A transaction of wealth so she could fund her less than lavish lifestyle of bribing prison guards to get her out when she gets caught scoping out museums for information.

“Where?” Eisuke surprised her with his prying. Sure, she would expect him to return to the artifact and check it for bullet marks. Maybe even ask who the hell had a gun when she had never mentioned any danger. But she definitely, certainly, did not expect him to inadvertently ask how critical the wound was.

Sighing, she didn’t want to lose a client due to rejecting him, so she turned, surprised to find the hotel manager gone, and lifted her top to so the stitches that were still waiting to heal just above her hip bone on soft skin could be seen.

Although, she was trying to hide the multiple other scars she had gained over the years. A few long ones graced her arms and shoulder from grazing bullets. Once, she got stabbed in the thigh with a ceremonial dagger from Nepal. Last year, on her first job with the Black Market Auction, her leg got caught under a stone pillar from an impatient competitor of her’s who used dynamite in a underground temple cave. Not the smartest idea, and it left her with an awful looking scar around her calf from torn skin. It was weird seeing your own muscles. Bikinis and any sort of swimwear that wasn’t a diving suit were definitely ruined for her now.

“See, not that bad. I’m used to it. Comes with the territory.” She breathed in sharply when she lifted her arms to show him, trying to mask her pain with a forced smile. Even though she had been looking at the man, she didn’t notice his fingers, now ungloved, reaching for her wound because she was so concentrated on consoling whatever worries he had so she could get the hell out of there. She wanted to leave and read her journal to go through the memories of her last trip. That was her favourite part: reliving all her exploits.

A searing pain shot through her system when Eisuke’s finger’s grazed the bruised skin and she shot him the worst glare she could subconsciously muster. “What the fuck?” She screamed the instant she noticed his outstretched hand and sly smirk. What kind of sadistic fuck thinks its funny to touch up a new wound? She couldn’t help but grow furious at how he had just treated her. Who did he think he was? Jesus? Had he hoped to heal her with whatever magical power he thought he had been gifted with?

“So, it is bad?” His smirk quickly turned into a frown when he caught her lying. She gulped, not knowing what will happen next. Usually when she was confronting someone, whether a warmonger or crazed mercenary, she had a way to escape. Either through the window of a third story window in a warring city or through the dense jungle away from the excavation cite, she had the luck of whatever deity was watching over her.

But, not here. This was ‘civilised’ society. Not to mention his house. There’d be no way she could make it to the lobby and away from the gun the mob boss had under his fingers this very moment. She had had a lot of close calls in her life, but was this it?

“Any gun shot wound is bad! I was fucking impaled with metal! What do you think’s gonna happen when you stab it!” She cried, finally remembering to push her shirt back down and not touch the healing wound. She really hoped it hadn’t opened again. She had a habit for doing that. Accidentally, of course.

“I didn’t stab it.” Eisuke couldn’t help but chuckle at how loud she was being. This was totally out of character, and she, mad, was very amusing. He knew she was always holding back, he could see through anyone, but he never thought she was holding back this much.

“You may as well have.” She huffed, crossing her arms and turning her gaze away to try and calm herself down again. She didn’t usually lose her cool like this, but she found it hard to control herself with two deliciously hot men she wasn’t allowed to touch because of work, and her own chastity. She wasn’t one for meaningless exploits, she wasn’t interested nor had the time. All she wanted was the adrenaline from her treasure hunting ways. Although, she did feel lonely sometimes, especially when everyone else in her line of work were sex-crazed young adults who couldn’t seem to keep it in their pants. They were here for a fun time, not a long time.

But, the CEO’s next actions were what surprised her most. He turned to his hotel manager and ordered him to take her to a room upstairs. She jumped out of her sulking, ignoring the settling pain in her abdomen, and flat out refused any hospitality he was going to show. All she wanted to do was deliver the package, collect her money, and go home to watch a movie. And by home, the nearest motel. Lila didn’t live anywhere, she was always on the go, so she didn’t bother investing in any of the countries she had loved when she visited them. Domestic life wasn’t for her. And the glimpse of peace she had seen in her infancy showed her she didn’t want that mundane existence.

“If you collapse outside my hotel it won’t look good. Go with him.” He demanded and Lila frowned, breathing in to argue again, when Kenzaki grabbed her arm and started pulling her to the staircase. She yelled and struggled, but wasn’t as strong as she usually was with her handicap, and was taken away to a lavish penthouse suite.

“You’re happy.” Soryu commented when Eisuke turned around and sat back down, staring down at his newest treasure. He was smirking, but there was actually a hint of happiness behind that egotistic grin that wasn’t usually there nowadays. He wasn’t going to admit he had been waiting for an excuse to usher the woman into his hotel. Albeit, it was for her to stay the night with him, but he was content with nursing her back to health. He was definitely looking forward to delving deeper into this new character she had been hiding from them both.

Which made Soryu mad. He had also grown a longing for the woman, and he was even more weary about making that apparent to both his friend and the subject of his curiosity. She wasn’t annoying like other woman. She didn’t wear overbearing perfume like other woman. She could get away with deodorant and her own scent. Although, he would have to get closer to smell that on her skin. She was like some sort of divine being, sent down to test how unwilling he was to give affection to the opposite sex. And he definitely wouldn’t be mad about having her in his own apartment, laying on his bed or showering in his shower to clean off the dirt and grim she gained from her expeditions.

However, knowing she got hurt on a job they had sent her on tore. him. up. Even if it was the ‘territory’ for her profession, or she had gone through similar circumstances before, he felt responsible. If they hadn’t agreed to buy the artifact she promised she could get, she might not have gone. Truthfully, she would have just gone to the next buyer, she only came to them because they paid well. Better than collectors or museums. But that didn’t mean he didn’t blame himself for sending her there.

“Merely amused.” Eisuke chuckled to himself as he lifted the thick, bangle-like bracelet with the hook of his finger, peering at the exquisite piece while resting his chin on his fist. It somehow sparkled, even after centuries, maybe even a millennia, buried under dirt or covered in dust. The style was simple and timeless, no one could mess it up. And yet, because she had thought to add it into the brief case for him to see without asking for more made the item special. So, when Soryu got up to clear his head of his guilt, he dropped the jewelry into his pocket, planning to keep it for his own personal use.

#kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #eisuke ichinomiya #soryu oh #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb soryu

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recurring-polynya · 4 years

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oooooo, Renji drabbles! you’ve mentioned before how you suspect that Renji and Shuuhei were a thing once upon a time... is it possible you can write a drabble where they’re on a date together? They’re only two of the hottest guys in the realm

Abarai Renji was on a date.

He’d been on a few dates in his life, disastrous occasions when Momo had stuffed him in a yukata and sent him out with some fresh-scrubbed, extremely nice girl she had dredged up somewhere. The girls would talk and talk and steal glances at his tattoos and guilt would well up in his chest until he wanted to vomit and at the end, they would kiss him on the cheek and he would make it a point to never see them again.

Today, he was wearing yesterday’s uniform and wandering around a flea market in a weird, eclectic Seireitei neighborhood that he’d never been to before, watching Hisagi Shuuhei root through a bin of Living World automotive parts. His boyfriend, Hisagi Shuuhei.

Renji had slept with Shuuhei enough times that he no longer kept count. Shuuhei cooked him dinner at least twice a week and Renji would bring over beers or sake. They usually sat next to each other at the bar, and he’d throw his arm around Shuuhei’s shoulders and Shuuhei would put a hand on his knee and it was very comfortable like that. Renji had started keeping a toothbrush at Shuuhei’s place, and then decided that he didn’t like sharing Shuuhei’s hair gel, and now probably three quarters of the shit Shuuhei’s bathroom was actually his. People would constantly call his phone asking for Shuuhei, because Shuuhei’s phone was perpetually out of battery, not that Renji’s was ever at more than a single digit’s worth of charge.

So last week, when Shuuhei asked him if he wanted to be boyfriends and Renji said “no” and then Shuuhei asked him which part of this he wanted to stop doing, he said “none of it” and then he was forced to concede that maybe he did want to be boyfriends and now they were on a date.

It wasn’t so bad.

The weather was nice, and Renji was eating a taiyaki at 10am, which was, in his opinion, the very acme of gratuitous self-indulgence. Shuuhei had bought it for him because he said “he looked extra cute in the morning” and also, he’d found some money in his pocket that he forgot he had.

“Oi, Renji, do you know what a spark plug actually looks like?” Shuuhei shouted from neck deep in his bucket of parts. It occurred to Renji that Shuuhei usually called him Abarai in public, but maybe first names were part of this new regime they were now operating under.

“I do not,” Renji admitted. “Maybe we could try to find one on the motorbike and take it out and bring it with us next time. You have that book with the diagrams, so we can probably figure out where to find it.”

“Ah, you’re so smart!” Shuuhei exclaimed and Renji blushed because no one ever said that to him, maybe not in his entire afterlife.

The Guilt curled in Renji’s stomach, slow and throbbing, but it wasn’t choking, consuming, like it used to be. He had always thought the Guilt was for Rukia-- that he was betraying her, cheating on her, somehow. But he didn’t owe Rukia anything, to be honest, any more than she owed him. She was living a fantastic life somewhere, probably having pitted cherries placed directly in her mouth while someone else painted her fingernails. She sure wasn’t waiting around for him to show up and shout his undying devotion to her. In fact, he could practically imagine the horrified face she would make at him if she found out he’d been pining over her.

No, the Guilt was for the other girls, Momo’s pretty, doe-eyed friends that he was never, ever going to fall in love with, no matter how much they flipped their hair at him. His heart was burnt down to a cinder-- a black, dusty thing, too hot to touch, and in danger of falling to ash if someone were to try. You could only love for so hard, for so long without getting anything back. Then, you started burning yourself up instead, from the inside out.

That had been a long time ago, though. Even if he still missed Rukia like hell, there were other good parts of life these days. His fights with Ikkaku were getting pretty even these days. He even got to spar with the Kenpachi once in a while, which was both exciting and flattering and then, two minutes later, deeply, deeply painful. He liked being Sixth Seat, not just because it paid well, but because he liked working with the unseated guys, liked teaching them how to be real swordsmen, not just loud goons. After years of Yumichika making him rub flowery smelling stuff on his face and in his hair, there was a pretty good looking guy staring back at him when he looked in the mirror. A guy who felt good about looking good, a guy who now knew how to pick out his own flowery smelling face goops.

“I think,” he had explained to Shuuhei, the only person to whom he had ever explained the burnt-up cinder heart theory, “that there might be a little chunk of it, like the size of my thumb, that’s not all the way toasted, just maybe really tough and chewy, like beef jerky.”

And Shuuhei had looked him in the eyes, real soft-like, and said, “Pal, your tiny little dried up beef jerky heart probably has more love in it than most people have in their entire body. You have been up front with me, which I respect a lot, and I’m willing to take my chances anyway.”

Shuuhei currently was surveying the street like an explorer deciding which path he wanted to take through a jungle. “You wanna go see the leatherwork stall? They had some sweet wrist cuffs last time, really gorgeous tooling.”

“Why do you always want to look at stuff that you can’t afford?” Renji groused. He’d been trying to start saving again, since he got his raise, something he hadn’t done since he was at the Fifth. He couldn’t decide which it was that was making him more grouchy-- having to put limits on his expenses, or how little was actually piling up in the bank account he’d opened. He wasn’t even sure what he was saving for. It just seemed like money was something a functional adult should have. He wasn’t exactly sure he would classify himself as a functional adult, but it was something to aspire to.

Shuuhei stretched, and rested his hands on the back of his head. “Sometimes it’s fun to just browse,” he shrugged. “You’re so practical, Renji, you should let your imagination out a little, once in a while.”

Renji’s face must have done something stupid, because Shuuhei quickly followed up with, “Things don’t always have to pan out to be worth dreaming of. C’mon, I know you’re dead jealous of those flashy goggles Iba’s been wearing lately.”

Renji wrinkled his nose because he was. Iba’s new shades were cool as fuck and expensive as fuck, too. Iba had offered to let him try them on, and Renji had said no because he was almost positive he would look better in them than Iba and he didn’t want to have to go around thinking about that all the time.

“We can go to the used book place instead,” Shuuhei offered. Shuuhei was really good at hopping off subjects that Renji was sensitive about. He’d probably been doing it for a while, but Renji had just gotten around to noticing. “It’s all shitty, falling-apart paperbacks, but they’re pretty cheap, plus I have a bunch of credit, because I trade mine in when I’m done with ‘em.”

“Ah, that sounds nice,” Renji, who had a great love for shitty, falling-apart paperbacks, replied. “But let’s swing by the leather place, too.” He crumpled up the paper from his taiyaki and threw it in a high arc into a nearby wastecan. Then wiped his hand on his hakama, and held out his hand, flexing his fingers obnoxiously. “I bet I would look good in wrist cuffs.”

Shuuhei grinned and immediately lowered his hands from his head so he could grab Renji’s. “You would look so good in wrist cuffs.”

And off they went, together.

#happy birthday renji!#renji abarai #shuuhei hisagi #my writing #drabbles

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justjessame · 4 years

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Hellfire and Angelic Grace Chapter 2

LI-Li was sitting in her office, tapping at her computer when the door opened and Ali walked in. Her best friend waited until she was finished typing in the last order and hitting send. She smiled and looked up. “Why are you hovering by the door?” She asked and pointed at the comfy seat in front of the desk.

“Cause it’s closing time and you’re locked away in here like Scrooge.” Ali said, sitting down and propping up her feet. “I wanted to check in with you before heading out.” The grin on her face told Li-LI everything.

Rolling her eyes, she sat back in her own chair. “Tell me you carded him first?” She asked, worried that one day she’d have to bail her bestie out of jail for statutory.

Ali laughed. “Met me at the bar, he’s of age.” She assured, and still looked like the cat that ate the canary. “While you’ve been in here counting profits, the rest of us are out there enjoying the human interaction.”

Li-Li giggled. “If I don’t count the profits, then you guys won’t get the right bonus for one of our BIGGEST weeks! As for human interaction,” she rolled her eyes again. “You know I prefer a more mature vintage.”

Ali groaned. “Then you REALLY should have been out there tonight.” She leaned forward, after dropping her feet back to the floor. “FOUR older guys, all various stages of HOT were out there, and let me tell you, Li-Li, they ALL watched you walk in here like they wanted to worship at your altar.” She wiggled her eyes at her friend in the worst version of innuendo ever.

Li-Li chuckled. “You’re horrible.” She sighed then, “I have TOO much work to do. Between here and the restaurant.”

“All work and no play,” Ali warned, standing and heading for the door. “I’ll think of you while I’m-”

“EW,” Li-Li groaned and grimaced. “Don’t, don’t EVER think of me during your debauchery!” She shooed Ali out as her friend’s laughter echoed behind her. She turned back to the computer and opened the tab for the restaurant. She had to place an order for supplies, then hopefully, she could head home before four o’clock.

EARLIER~ AFTER LILANE HAD ENTERED HER OFFICE

A waitress came to the booth and took their orders. She had been friendly, but not overly so, clearly Lilana had trained her staff to be good at service, but not overly open to anything more. Once she returned with their drinks, Crowley felt three pairs of eyes on him. Sighing, he took a drink of the high end scotch he’d ordered and thought about what to tell them. Feeling at a loss, he realized the truth would have to be it.

“She’s my daughter.” He said, barely loud enough to be heard over the noise of the bar.

John blinked, shocked clearly. Dean choked on his drink and Sam studied him. “Why does that make her so special?” Moose asked, clearly the smart one.

“Because, Moose, her mother was an angel. Literally.” He said, meeting Sam’s eyes. He could feel the tension return, to himself as well as the three men he sat with. “Abigail, she liked to be called Abigail.” He felt the pain of her loss still, he tried to not think about her, but that was impossible. Like not breathing when you’re a human, thinking of her was just natural, and fighting against it was unbearable.

“What does that make her?” Dean asked the question directed at his father.

John squinted at his drink trying to think if he’d ever heard of such a pairing in his life. “I don’t know.” He answered, biting his lip. “I’ve never heard of it happening.”

“Because it never has,” Crowley answered. “Her mother and I, it’s forbidden, and not in the usual way.” He closed his eyes and tried desperately not to think about that day. “Abigail evaporated the day Lilana was born. Gone. That was her punishment for simply loving me.”

He could hear Sam gulp. “She died?”

Crowley met Sam’s eyes, “No, Moose, she didn’t die. She ceased to exist, period.”

“They don’t know about her.” John said, not a question, because he knew if the mother was removed, they wouldn’t have left the child if they knew.

“No, they don’t. There were ways to conceal that at least.” Crowley confirmed. “Abigail knew, she knew that Lilana would end up becoming irresistible to everything. I truly don’t know how, but she knew. She made me promise to keep her safe, and part of that was leaving her on Earth. Her mortal guardians, her adopted parents died three years ago.”

“When you came to help us,” Dean nodded, realizing that was why he’d been buttering them up.

“Yes,” Crowley answered, continuing. “Abigail also told me that the three of you would be her safest allies. And-” He stopped, closing his eyes against the pain of the promise he’d made as the love of his existence had known she was leaving forever. “Let’s say, you’re not only protecting her.”

John squinted at Crowley, he didn’t like how that sounded. “No.” He answered, standing up and about to walk away. “The whole story, or we’re out.”

“Sit, Winchester.” Crowley growled, hating that this useless human was important to his daughter’s livelihood. “Fine, fine.” He said, trying to pacify the patriarch. “The WHOLE story is this: my daughter is going to save all three of you. Not from monsters, demons, or angels, but from something deep inside of each of you.” He closed his eyes and sighed again. “Her mother wasn’t specific, she just said her Grace would make right that which was wrong.” He opened his eyes to see that John had fallen back into his chair. “Angels, they’re always cryptic, even when they’re dying.” The pain clutching his heart made the joke sound wrong even to himself.

THREE THIRTY IN THE MORNING

Li-Li walked through the empty bar, making sure that her staff had locked everything up nice and tight. She knew they were great people, but Spring Break was rowdy and everyone enjoyed themselves a little much. Everything seemed in order, so she walked to the back door so she could get to her car easier. Locking the door behind her, she beeped her car even as she felt a cold chill go down her spine.

She glanced around her, and saw nothing. Walking briskly to her car, she opened the door and jumped in, closing and locking the door behind her. She looked at herself in the rear view mirror as she started the car and laughed. Jumpy, aren’t you, she thought. Pulling the car out of the employee parking lot, she headed home, wanting nothing more than a hot bath, some breakfast, and sleep.

Dean and Sam sat in the Impala and watched from the lot next door to the bar as Lilana rushed to her car and jumped inside. Dean chuckled, wondering if she was always so skittish. Remembering her on top of the bar, her tank showing the impressive curve of her breast as she poured that body shot made him think not. And she’d walked past them with that swagger. Definitely not jumpy.

He started the car and followed her home. He wondered what Crowley meant about her saving them. It wasn’t like they needed fixing, did they?

Sam was lost in his own thoughts. He had to admit, he had been somewhat let down by the fact that they hadn’t seen her again in the bar. While he wasn’t really into the whole rowdy bar scene, she’d been pretty impressive in holding the crowd in awe. She was tiny, even compared to the rest of the men in his family. Tiny, but with all the right curves. And the confidence that she sent off in waves, damn.

Trailing her from the bar to her house on the beach, the boys noticed their dad’s truck parked down the street from her driveway. They drove past her turn in, and pulled in behind his truck. Watching from their new spot, they saw her open her front door and disappear inside. Once she was out of sight, they got out of the car and went to the driver’s side of the truck. Their dad was writing in his journal when they tapped on the door.

“Just writing down what we know so far,” John offered, putting down the book and looking at his boys. “Do you think we can trust him?” He felt like he’d asked that a lot lately. Or for the past three years.

Dean sighed, and shrugged, but Sam’s answer was firm. “Yes.” They both looked at him. “You two didn’t watch him when he told us who she was to him. He cares for her, he’s terrified of losing her, even if he wasn’t there physically for her.” He shut his eyes wanting to explain what he’d seen flash across the demon who insisted on calling him ‘Moose’. “I’ve never seen Crowley show that much weakness, that much pain flash across his face.” He’d seen it, when he spoke of the angel he’d loved. “He lost the mother, he won’t lose the daughter, even if it means putting her in our protection.”

Dean nodded, he could admit he wasn’t watching Crowley during the story. He’d been too shocked at the thought of Crowley and an angel making the hot chick he’d watched on the bar to focus on much else. “It makes sense that he’d only do it for her, because let’s face it, he’s hated us forever.”

John glanced at the house she’d walked into, “How are we going to do this?” He was honestly at a loss. Innocents were usually IN danger when they met them, but she wasn’t, not yet anyway. “How do we insert ourselves in her life?”

The silence surrounded the three men as they all considered what would work best.

#supernatural fanfiction #alternate universe #crowley/daughter #john winchester #Dean Winchester #sam winchester #angel/demon

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aloha-cowgirl · 5 years

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Just My Type

I know I promised you fluff, @narraukoiel but this is what came out.

Read it on AO3.

Dean chuckled into his beer as he watched Sam across the room putting his best moves on the prettiest girl-next-door type in the place.

“Look at’m go, Cas. That used to be me, y’know. Different town, different girl...”

“I’m aware,” Castiel answered. The tone of annoyance in his voice made Dean grin.

“Aw, c’mon, Cas. What about you? I mean, look at you…” Dean had to stop himself from adding you’re freakin’ hot and he felt the warmth of a blush creeping into his cheeks. “You must’ve been ruffling some feathers up in Heaven.”

Castiel glared at him. The danger behind that icy stare steered Dean away from the subject.

“Alright, then...” He gestured at the people that crowded the barroom. “What’s your type?”

Castiel raised one questioning brow. “My type?”

“Yeah, you know, your type. Like, what do you find attractive? What do you like?” Dean slid his stool a little closer so that they were elbow to elbow. “Okay, look at her, right there. The one in the blue.” He pointed toward a curvy blonde in a tight dress chatting with a shy-looking man at the corner of the bar. “Do you find her attractive?”

Castiel studied the woman, probably for too long because Dean was already beginning to think this was a stupid conversation and he wanted Castiel to stop already.

“She’s confident. I suppose that’s attractive,” Castiel finally said, eyes still squinted in her direction. “But the man she’s talking to has much more attractive qualities.”

Dean choked on his beer. “That—That’s, uh, not exactly what I expected,” he coughed, “but, uh, go on.”

“I’m doing something wrong,” Castiel said, looking disappointed.

Dean felt like a jerk for putting that look on his face. “No, Cas, not at all. I was just expecting ‘hot blonde with a nice bod,’ or something. Your stuff’s better though. Keep going. Tell me about the guy.”

Castiel surveyed Dean’s face a moment before deciding to continue. “He’s kind. Charitable. He cares a great deal about his family. He visits his grandmother every weekend.”

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle and smile at his friend. “Alright, then. So, Cas likes a family man.”

The angel just shrugged and took a swig of his beer while Dean scanned the room again.

“Okay, what about her?” He pointed the neck of his bottle toward a curly-haired woman nursing a cocktail as she sat alone at a table.

“She’s intelligent. Almost as passionate about her books as you are about your music.” He hesitated a moment before continuing with a tiny smile. “She’s brave.”

“Smart, brave, passionate, family man,” Dean listed. “—or woman.”

“I suppose I do have a ‘type,’” Castiel said, more to himself than Dean, though Dean’s stomach was doing somersaults for some reason.

“So, what about him?” Dean asked, nodding toward a dark-haired man chatting up four giggling women. The man was gorgeous with perfectly tanned skin and luxurious wavy hair that’d make Sam envious.

Castiel turned to look at the man, but quickly rolled his eyes and looked back at Dean. “I believe he’s more your type than mine.”

This time Dean didn’t choke. Nope, this time he actually spit his beer out all over the counter, much to the chagrin of the bartender. Dean reached across the bar to swipe a towel from the counter behind it and mopped up the mess as he tried and failed to sound casual, “Wh-what are you talking about?”

��He’s physically attractive, but doesn’t have much substance,” Castiel said snidely, ignoring the disaster beside him. “I believe those are your preferred attributes.”

Dean froze, hurt. “Is that really what you think?”

Castiel’s eyes widened as he stared apologetically at his friend. “I’m sorry. I—I didn’t mean that. I don’t know why I said it.”

They fell quiet for a while, both doubling up on their alcohol until Sam found his way back to them.

“What’s wrong with you two?” he asked as he approached.

Dean glanced at Castiel and decided to ignore the question. “Hey, Sammy. How’s it going with your, uh, new friend?”

Sam ran his hands through his hair, pushing it out of his face. “Um, actually, that’s what I was coming to tell you. Lauren and I are gonna take off. I, uh, I’ll meet up with you guys in the morning. Don’t wait up.”

“That’s my boy,” Dean said. “Have fun, Sammy. Don’t be dumb.”

Castiel nodded to Sam. “She seems like a good person, Sam. Have a good time. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Sam gave them a quick smile and bid them goodnight before he and Lauren disappeared through the door.

After a few more minutes of being lost in his thoughts, Dean pushed away his almost empty beer bottle.

“Hey, Cas, you wanna get out of here?”

Castiel looked at him curiously but shrugged. “Okay.”

Dean didn’t really have anywhere else to go, but he knew he didn’t feel like sitting in silence in this busy bar anymore, and he wasn’t ready to go back to the motel yet—it promising to be a long and awkward night without Sam as a buffer. When they reached the parking lot, instead of heading to the Impala, Dean led Castiel toward the sidewalk. The angel still looked curious but didn’t comment as they walked along the dark street and into a well-manicured park down the block.

“You know, you’ve got it all wrong, Cas,” Dean said as they rounded the duck pond. He appreciated that Castiel wouldn’t bother pretending not to know what he was talking about.

“Dean, I told you, I didn’t mean—”

“Y’know, just because I sleep with them… that doesn’t mean they’re what I’d call ‘my type,’” Dean rattled on, determined to set Castiel straight. “I mean, I have standards. Besides, they don’t even really know me. They just see me as this mysterious stranger that they’ll never see again and I—”

“Dean, I was jealous.”

They both stopped walking and Dean had seemingly lost the ability to speak. He watched as Cas stuck his fingers into his hair in frustration, making it stand even more than it usually did.

“Dean, I know you. I know who you are, inside and out. I know you’re a brave, kind man. You are passionate and stubborn and confident. You’re sensitive, even though you don’t show it. You love your family and you would sooner put yourself in harm’s way than see them suffer even a little. You’re incredibly smart even though you don’t always believe it. Your soul is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And you chose them.”

The passion in Castiel’s voice died out and he dropped down onto a bench. “I—I didn’t know for a long time why I always assumed they were terrible humans, not until I became human myself. Then I realized it wasn’t them that I hated at all… It was your choosing them that I hated.”

Dean felt lightheaded and his heart had probably stopped beating for an unhealthy amount of time now. He was still frozen to the spot, letting Castiel’s confession wash over him. He expected himself to go into a panic or to at least freak out in some kind of way, but he didn’t. Instead, he felt unusually calm. Relieved, even.

But then, Dean Winchester works best under pressure.

He stood in front of Castiel with his arms crossed. “You didn’t let me finish.”

Castiel looked up, confused. “What?”

Dean sat beside him, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he fidgeted his fingers. “You didn’t let me finish telling you what my type really is.” His tone was calm but his heart was racing.

“Oh,” was all Castiel could manage, but his eyes were locked on Dean.

“My type is stubborn. But willing to bend the rules if it’s for the right reasons. Loyal to a fault. Maybe a little dry with the humor,” he added with a smile. “He knows me. Calls me on my shit. He never puts himself first, even though, to me, he’s one of the most important people on Earth—or Heaven. And definitely Hell. That’s where it all started, after all.” He locked onto Castiel’s icy blue eyes looking for understanding. “He’s the kind of person that can make me fall in love with him without even realizing it.”

“It almost sounds like you’re talking about someone specific,” Castiel said carefully.

Dean gave him a little smirk. “Apparently my type’s a little slow on the uptake, too.”

Castiel smiled back as Dean leaned in to kiss him. It was soft and slow at first—a promise of things to come—then deepening into something more heated.

When they broke apart, Dean hummed, his heart filled with content. Castiel leaned in again, placing a single peck on the lobe of Dean’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. But that was nothing compared to the gruff whisper that made Dean thankful they’d have their motel room to themselves that night: “Just my type.”

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ill-skillsgard · 5 years

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I’m sorry this is so late, but I hope it’s good enough that you’ll forgive me. Love you bunches, doll, and hope you’ve had a great day! 💜💙💜

She stormed out of the bar and turned the corner, away from curious eyes. So fed up with bullshit and drama and feeling undervalued, she swore this would be the last fucking time he made her cry. Tears of anger, but still...he wouldn’t win again.

“Hey,” a gentle voice spoke up from behind a cloud of smoke. “You okay?”

She dabbed at her eyes and glared into the relative darkness. “No.” She was not about to put up with some random dude hitting on her in an alley, or worse. Not any time, but especially not tonight, and if this guy thought he was going to try anything, he was going to leave without important pieces. She squared her shoulders as his silhouette moved closer, her bravado dropping just a notch when she realized just how tall he was.

But then he stepped into the ring of faint orange light from the lamp high above their heads, and she relaxed a little. She’d seen him a few different nights now, his friends seemingly on the same circuit of clubs as hers. He was hard to miss, and not just because of his height, but because of his intense stare and his high cheekbones that always caught the party lights in just that way, how he looked dangerous one moment and then his smile lit up his face and erased all inklings of anything sinister. He was beautiful, plain and simple.

“Can I help you find someone?” he asked, tossing his cigarette and exhaling into the breeze, waving a hand to help further clear the smoke before he came closer.

She noted how he shoved his hands in his pockets, hunched his shoulders, carried himself in as non-threatening a way as he possibly could. “Definitely not,” she answered. The only person inside that she knew was the man she’d just dumped. For good, this time. She eyed the stranger. “I’ve seen you around a lot.”

He nodded. “I’ve seen you, too.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “Usually arguing with some guy who always checks out other women when he thinks you’re not looking.”

She swallowed. “Yeah. Well. Not anymore.”

He tilted his head. “You gouge his eyes out?”

The absurdity of the question made her burst into unexpected laughter, and then that smile of his softened his features. “No! But only because there were so many witnesses.”

“Ah.” He nodded. “Smart woman.” He leaned on his hip against the wall. “I can wait with you for a ride. If you want. Or I can just piss off.” He shrugged a shoulder.

Her bottom lip slid between her teeth and she couldn’t stop staring. “Actually, I...never mind.”

“What?” he urged.

“It’s just...it’s my birthday,” she said faintly. “And it’s been a really shitty day and an even worse night, and if you could just....” She looked away and shook her head. You’ve lost it. You’ve officially lost it.

But he had moved closer, and his fingers lightly brushed her arm. “If I could just what?”

Her heart pounded in her chest. “Kiss me?”

He chuckled lowly, and her cheeks burned, but when she turned to go, he stopped her, one long arm across her line of vision, his hand pressed against the brick wall. “Just a kiss?”

She braved a look into his eyes, and what she found there made her shiver. He was still smiling, but it had grown a bit devilish. “What else would you...?”

It was his turn for his eyes to drink her in, and he didn’t seem to feel any shame when that look ran up and down and landed first on her chest and then her lips before returning to her eyes. “I could fuck you. Right here. Because a guy like that?” He nodded to the general direction of the bar and, presumably, her ex still somewhere inside it. “There’s no way he’s fucking you like you deserve.”

She gasped involuntarily. He wasn’t wrong, this gorgeous stranger. But should she? Could she? The warmth between her thighs said yes.

Fuck it all. It was her birthday.

She paused for another moment, taking a deep breath, his scent filling her head, something sultry and sharp and masculine. She nodded.

She felt his fingers at her chin, turning her head and angling it upward. “I’m going to need a little more than that.”

She forced her eyes open and wet her lips. “Yes.”

“Yes what, birthday girl?”

She shivered again. “I want you to fuck me.”

He dipped his head, his green eyes barely visible beneath his brows in this light, but she felt the power of them all the same.

And then she was moving, as if willed by some telekinetic force at his command, backed up against the wall and facing him. His lips brushed hers once, gently, his thumb stroking her cheek. “Tell me what you want for your birthday,” he whispered.

She let out the slightest of whimpers. “Take me,” she said, not wanting to overthink it. “Hard and fast.” Her fingers had found their way to his shirt, curling into the expensive material. “I want it dirty. I don’t want to feel this...this...” She huffed. “I want to feel good and used. Can you do that for me?”

Another quiet chuckle, and his thumb ran over her bottom lip, pressing at its center. “It’s your day. I’m just here to serve.” He crowded her space until their bodies were flush, and then his gentle seduction was over. His hand was beneath her dress, causing the total ruination of her panties before ripping them off completely, two long digits reaching a place inside her she’d only ever found by herself.

“Mm, you’re wound so tight, little girl,” he murmured. “He really hasn’t been treating you right, has he?”

She could barely form thoughts, let alone coherent words, so she clung to his shoulders in response. Her legs were beginning to tremble, her hips rolling to his hand, chasing more. And just when she thought he might allow her to tumble over into oblivion, he pulled away, shoving his slick fingers into her mouth. She groaned around them and sucked eagerly, until he took that away from her, too.

She pushed at his chest in frustration, though it had no effect on him. “Don’t fucking tease me.”

He smirked at her. “Turn around.” When she didn’t immediately comply, he spun her himself, hiking up her skirt and sliding his thigh between her legs. He kicked a large cinderblock beneath her. “Hop up, my naughty little bunny,” he urged, and she did, balancing precariously on the hunk of cement until his body against hers was there to support her fully. It gave him the extra few inches in height he needed to allow him to do what he needed to do.

Her fingers found rough holds in the brick as she heard the jingle of his belt, the metal of his zipper, the sound of a wrapper being torn open. She rested her forehead against the cool surface, her mind racing.

But not for long. Because then his fingers were back on her clit, checking to make sure she was still ready. He nipped at her ear. “Happy birthday.”

And then he pushed inside of her, giving her barely enough time to adjust before he began to pump into her. Her eyes fell closed and she arched her back. He was far more skilled than she would have hoped some random alley fuck would be. He was quickly climbing the ranks to the top of her list, and he rose higher and higher with every thrust, every pinch of her ass, every flex of his fingers around her neck.

“What the fuck?!”

Her eyes snapped open and she let out a cry that was a mix of undeniable pleasure and surprise.

But the man currently wrecking her pussy didn’t flinch. “That him?” he growled.

She nodded, wanting to stop, and yet some wild, enraged part of her didn’t dare. Her ex moved closer.

“You fucking slut!” And he kicked an empty beer bottle into the opposite wall.

She winced, but still, she didn’t stop.

“Don’t mind him, kitten. He’s just pissed because he’s never made you this wet. Never fucked you like this. You wouldn’t dare risk this for his pathetic dick, hm?”

The way her ex’s cheeks puffed in and out, the way she knew everything this stranger had said was true, the way she felt that maybe her ex needed to know he was hardly the sex stud he thought he was, that’s why she didn’t stop. She felt herself slowly beginning to milk the cock still pistoning deep inside her.

“Fuck you, asshole! You can have her, she’s a whiny piece of—“

“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you? Fuck, baby, I feel you, squeezing me.” Another sharp smack to her ass and a tug at her neck. “You like that. You like him watching me fuck you. You want him to see what I’m doing to you. You want him to know that hot little cunt is never going to be satisfied by him again.”

“Oh, god,” she whined, her eyes closing and her nails scraping against the bricks.

“There it is,” he panted. “That’s it, little one.”

She let go and came so hard she felt tingling in her fingers and toes. She didn’t hold back, letting her cries out as if they were all alone, with no one around for miles.

By the time she opened her eyes again, her ex was stomping back toward the street. Maybe she should have felt embarrassed or guilty. But she didn’t. She felt oddly energized, despite the rush that was seeping out of her bloodstream.

He pulled out of her and helped her from her makeshift stool before tossing his condom in a nearby dumpster and righting his clothes.

She fixed her skirt, but she didn’t even see where her underwear had landed. She smoothed a hand through her hair and looked up at him. “Um...did you...?”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. I didn’t do it for me.”

“I could—“

“It’s your birthday,” he said, closing his fingers gently around her wrist when she reached for his belt. “It’s not about me.”

She fidgeted. “Maybe I want to,” she said quietly. “Maybe I’m not done.” She decided to go for broke, because what did she have to lose? “If it’s all about me, then what I want for the rest of my birthday is you.”

He chuckled again and nodded, fingers trailing from her wrist to her hand and sliding between hers. “Alright then, princess.” He lifted his chin. “Let’s go get some food in you. Your birthday won’t be over for another few hours, and you’ll need your strength.”

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Wingmen || BUDDIE

Buck stretched out his arms in front of him, craning his neck from side to side as he stretched his body out. He hadn't been somebody's wingman in quite some time and wanted to mentally prepare himself. And at least this time he was pretty sure he wouldn't end up taking the person his friend was trying to flirt with... that didn't end well, for all parties involved. Besides, Buck wasn't Buck 1.0 anymore, so even if he wasn't going with Josh to a gay bar, he'd still be pretty sure of that. No, Buck had moved on from all of that, from the parties and the meaningless sex and the rule breaking. He had Abby to thank for it, really, she had showed him that he could be domestic and committed. Even if she'd turned around and broken his heart, he supposed he still owed her plenty.

He debated driving his car, to make sure he could remain the sober voice of reason for Josh, but decided against it, taking an Uber instead... just because he wasn't looking to hook up, didn't mean he couldn't drink. And really, he had no qualms about enjoying himself, gay bar or not. He had bartened in South America for a year after leaving (~running away from~) home, and had plenty of fun there, dancing with people. Men, women, didn't matter, it was only dancing and drinking and he wasn't a nun. He felt bad for saying no to Eddie, he loved spending time with him and Chris more than any two people in the whole world (even Maddie, not that he'd admit that to her), but he also wanted to help Josh. The guy was suffering and who was Buck to say no to some help? When the Uber pulled outside of the club, he got out and spotted Josh outside of the club, and gave him a wide grin, jogging over to him. "Hey, man... ready to get some hot ass?" Josh gave him a look, "don't do that." Then he paused, "but, fine. Yes."

Some time later, he sat at the bar, watching as Josh looked disappointed after talking to somebody and feeling much more sober than he should. "This sucks," Josh said, coming back to Buck with an empty glass, flagging the bartender down for another. Buck laughed, "hey man, you have to kiss a few frogs before you find a prince, right?" He said, Josh making a face at the words. Josh ordered two shots but before he could grab them, Buck was quickly taking the two shots that had just been placed down and throwing them both back, right after one another and ignoring Josh's protests. The bartender was quick to replace them, throwing a wink in Buck's direction as he did. Buck smirked and nodded and turned back to a frowning Josh.

"How do you do that?" Buck shrugged, ignoring the question, "if it makes you feel any better, that hot brunette at the bar there has been making eyes at you for the past," he glanced at his watch, "40 minutes. Probably should go talk to him. I already told him you're a catch." Josh turned to look and then looked back at Buck with his mouth agape. "Why didn't you tell me, you dickhead." "You needed to get some stuff out of your system first... now go get em, tiger." He winked at him and Josh rolled his eyes, quick to take the two shots before Buck could again, causing the firefighter to pout. "Rude... oh, thank you," he grinned, as the bartender slid another drink to him and Josh rolled his eyes. "Unbelievable," he muttered, but took the two shots and approached the man Buck had pointed out, who actually looked relieved to be finally speaking to the other man.

Several drinks later, Josh came back up to him, the other man in tow, "Buck... we're gonna go." Buck, whose body was buzzing with the alcohol well and truly now, looked at them both with a drunken grin, "yeah, you are... get it, Joshua." Josh laughed, "you gonna be okay?" "Yeah, yeah - I'll be fine, don't do anything I wouldn't do. Except the gay s-" "Okay, we get it! Thank you Buck, I'll text Maddie to check on you in the morning... something tells me you'll be sleeping off a massive hangover." "Pfft, I don't get hungov- oh, you're leaving okay bye!"

He watched Josh leave with the other man, and then turned back to his empty glass with a frown. "Want another," a different bartender from before asked and Buck shook his head, starting to feel a bit woozy, "nah, man, I think I'm done. But thanks." He pulled out some cash, as a tip and then took his phone out, dialling the only person his drunk brain could think of. Eddie.

Eddie had recently just returned home, first from dropping Christopher's at Aunt Pepa's place, who insisted to have him overnight on that Friday night. His son loved spending time with his aunt so Eddie was happy to leave him there any time he could. He took that time to make some needed grocery shopping to stock their cabinet for the upcoming week, and after he got home and put everything in its right place he took a shower, thinking he would spent the rest of the night simply watching some tv and telling himself he would do the laundry early the next morning.

That was pretty much the case, until his phone buzzed with an incoming message.

About ten minutes later he was starting his truck and driving to the address Buck told him he was at, and since it was already somewhat late, the streets had light traffic going on. He made it to the pub rather quick, and after he got out of the truck he looked around to see if he could make out where his friend was.

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When Eddie didn't answer the phone call, Buck had sulked. He knew he was probably busy, and he shouldn't expect his best friend to drop everything for him but he was drunk and bored and clearly not hooking up tonight given he was in a gay bar - not that he wanted to anyway. Buck 1.0 was in the past. But whoever said drunk Buck made smart decisions, regardless of being Buck 1.0 or Buck 2.0, was an idiot. Because if Eddie wasn't going to answer his call, he'd message him instead.

Eddie. Eddieeeeeeeee.

Josh ditchd me.

Bastard.

I probly shouldt have had that last shot.

Or the one b4

There was some other messages sent and in amongst that he'd managed to mention where he was to Eddie and when his friend told him to stay where he was and don't try to walk home like Buck had suggested, he made his way out of the bar. He was drunk, his body buzzing pleasantly, but he wasn't blackout drunk. He could still walk in a mostly straight line... mostly.

"Eddie!" He said, his face breaking in to a wide and genuine grin when he saw the other man getting out of his truck, "why are you here? Are you my Uber?"

There was no way Eddie wouldn't hear Buck calling out to him, especially with how drunk he seemed to be; but he didn't mind. He was just glad his friend had enough witt left to call him to pick him over to go home, instead of driving or something else also dangerous. "Kind of" he said with a chuckle as he finally walked up to him. "You texted me, you idiot. You asked me to come pick you up." He patted his shoulder. "So, Josh ditched you? I'm guessing he scored after all." He chuckled. "You didn't get any numbers yourself?"

Buck's expression turned to one of understanding when Eddie said he'd texted him, and he remembered that now. Not drunk he reminded himself, those last two shots hadn't felt like anything. "I remember," he said with a nod and then shrugged. "He did. I told you, I'm a great wingman. The best." He emphasised, pushing himself off the wall he'd been leaned against. "A couple," he laughed, "but I'm not going to use them Eddie, that would be silly." They made their way over to Eddie's truck, and Buck climbed into the passenger seat. "Wait," his head snapped around to the backseat, "where's Chris?"

Eddie chuckled as he grabbed hold on Buck's arm. "Well, I'm not that experienced in being a wingman, but I think that only applies if you helped him get with that guy, so did you?" He nodded and looked away. "Of course that'd be silly. Why would you anyway?" he said as he opened the door on the side of the passenger, then almost jumped back when Buck asked that in such an alarming way. "He's with Aunt Pepa this weekend."

Buck looked at Eddie with an almost childlike confusion on his face - "but earlier, you asked me if I wanted to come over and have pizza with you guys. Wait." His mouth opened in a small o shape, "I did interrupt some plans with that hot English teacher, did I? You didn't like send Chris off to Aunt Pepa's and then ... like ... invited her over? Am I crashing your date - I can't crash your date after I was just the most awesome wingman, my reputation will be ruined," he said, babbling.

Eddie shook his head, while trying to get Buck on the passenger's seat. "You didn't interrupt anything, Buck. I wouldn't have invited you over and have a date with her at the same time. Plus, she's my son's teacher, so I'm not sure that'd be a good idea anyway." He looked at him and shrugged. "Aunt Peppa just wanted to have him for the weekend, that's all." He sighed and shook his head. "Shut up and buckle up so we can go home, or you need me to do that for you?"

"Didn't you just say earlier today you wanted to date pretty hot brunette teacher? That's a pretty fast turnaround," Buck reached for the seatbelt, frowning when it got stuck and didn't let him pull it forward. He gave it a few tugs, unintentionally not letting it retract so it wouldn't give, and then pouted at Eddie, "it's stuck. Is your truck broken?"

Eddie sighed. "Stop pimping me out to Chris' teacher, Buck. I'll decide if I see her or not. Just rest asure, that wasn't happening tonight, so shut up already." He reached his hand out to get the seatbelt unstuck, for which he had to almost bend over Buck's lap. "There you go. Watch your head" he said before he closed the door and went around the truck quickly to get in himself. He started the motor and it wasn't long before they were heading back to Buck's place.

"Okay, sorry," Buck replied, with a tone of a pout to his voice. He supposed maybe dating your kid's teacher was frowned upon by some people so Eddie probably had a point. He craned his head to look out the window to see the houses and streets passing by, light up by the street lights. "Wait... this isn't the way to your place. I like your place." He leaned back in the seat and crossed his arms, "it's more homey and you and Chris are there. My place is boring."

Eddie had first considered taking Buck to his place and then staying on the couch downstairs to make sure his friend was taken care of when he woke up the next morning with a massive hangover; but as he heard the other talking about how boring his place was, another idea came to mind. "Fine. I'll take you to my place then. It's best if I'm there anyway, in case Aunt Peppa calls me or something." He took the next exit so he could head down the other way, to the neighborhood where his house was.

"Yay!" Buck replied, settling back into the seat happily. Eddie's place was so much more of a home than his. His was lovely, sure, it ticked all the boxes for what a lot of people looked for in an apartment - open, bright, clean. But for him, it was really just a place to crash after a long shift. And there had been no long shifts lately, obviously, because of his leg. Before he'd got to the 118, he didn't really know what a home could feel like. The house he'd grown up in never really felt safe or homey. But then he'd got to the 118, and he'd met the team and understood why some people liked being at home. Bobby and Athena's place, Hen and Karen's - and now the Diaz's. Plus, it helped that Eddie and Chris were two of his favourite people so if their house bested Bobby and Athena's for the number one spot well... he just wouldn't tell Bobby. Or Athena. Especially Athena. Through all his thoughts, he hadn't realised how tired he was - coming down from the high of the alcohol buzz - and before he realised it, he was sleeping while Eddie was still driving, snoring softly (though he would deny that later - as far as he was aware, he only snored when he was drunk, so it wasn't important information).

Eddie raised a brow when he heard a loud snoring sound coming from the passenger's seat, and when they stopped at a traffc light he turned to look at him and chuckled before he shook his head and continued driving when the light turned green. At the final stop sign before they made it to his house he turned his head to look at him again, this time lingering on the profile of his face that resulted from a street light just at the right spot. He didn't even realize he was staring, until the sound of a loud honk came from behind him, from other car with an urge to move on. He cleared his throat and looked both ways on the road before he moved too. "Wake up" he told the other and smacked his arm. "We're here." He pulled over on his driveway and turned the motor off.

Buck groaned when Eddie's hand smacked his arm, not wanting to be disturbed from his sleep. But he wasn't so drunk to know that sleep would be far more comfortable if he forced himself to get out of the car and onto Eddie's couch. "Ugh, fine," he grumbled, the five minute nap already making a valiant effort at sobering him up. He managed to unbuckle the seatbelt and slide out of the car, landing on both feet. He followed Eddie inside, flopping onto the couch as soon as it was in front of him. "I'm gonna regret this tomorrow, aren't I?" He asked, looking through his lashes up at Eddie.

Eddie walked ahead of Buck toward the door, once it was obvious the other could actually walk, then he opened it and let his friend in. "Oh, yeah. But don't worry about that. I'll have the aspirin and plenty of water at hand for you to take when you wake up. And if you feel like it, then maybe I'll throw in some breakfast too, how about that?" He guided him to where the couch was and helped him out of his jacket. "I can lend you a pair of sweats if you want a change of clothes?"

"Aww..." Buck smiled at Eddie, with an expression that could only be described as starry eyed. "You're the best, Eddie. A real life super hero." He paused and then giggled, "I guess that's why you're a firefighter. Do you feel like a hero sometimes? I keep trying... maybe one day I will." He shook his head when Eddie suggested clothes and snuggled into the couch, "mmm... no, I'm too comfy, man. Can't move. I'll just -" He unbutton his jeans, pushing them down so he could shimmy out of them without barely moving from the couch, leaving him in just a pair of boxers and his shirt. Eddie and him and the rest of the team changed in front of each other all the time at the station - even if he wasn't working right now so he didn't think anything of it. "There," he said, resting his head against the cushion on the couch and shutting his eyes and fuck he was so tired all of a sudden, "I'm good."

Eddie chuckled and shook his head. "I'm no super hero, man. Just trying to be nice with a friend, that's all." He patted his shoulder. "Well, I've heard that you've done epretty heroic things. Hen keeps telling me about it, and she's been very impressed by you." He stood back while Buck took his pants off, then went to the hallway closet to get a blanket, since the one on the couch would probably be too short for someone as big as Buck. "Okay then. See you in the morning" he said as he spread the blanket on top of Buck. "Shout if you need anything, okay? Good night, Buck." He smiled at him and turned the lights out before going into his bedroom; he leaned against the door after he closed it behind it and sighed.

Buck snorted at Eddie's comment - he didn't feel like a superhero. He kept trying, trying to be better, be stronger, be faster but he was still watching from the side lines. The last thing he did as a firefighter was be crushed by a ladder truck which hardly seems heroic. The doctors were impressed with his progress, said he was showing good signs of returning to work but there was still this lingering doubt over his head - that he'll never be good enough for the 118 again and they'd slowly forget about him. They hadn't yet, sure, they were all positive he'd be returning but if he didn't? It wouldn't take long for them to forget his existence and move on without him.

Of course Buck didn't voice any of those thoughts. He wouldn't have said them, even if he was sober and his mouth could form the words. But they still rattled around in his head, louder and louder each passing day, especially when he was home alone. "G'dnight, Eds," he said as his only reply, pulling the blanket around his chin. Eddie had clearly given him a large doona, because even with pulling it up, his feet were still covered.

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lonelyandlovelorn · 5 years

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Stranger’s Bed

A/N: This is my first reader insert fanfiction I’ve ever written, so I’m sorry if it sucks.

Genre: fluff, comfort

Warning: swearing, reference to being drugged

Words: 2500

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem reader

Summary: You wake up in a bed that definitely isn’t yours and try to figure out why your super handsome neighbor is here.

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You weren’t sure where you were. You knew you were in a bed, but you were also pretty sure it wasn’t your bed. It smelled different. Not bad, just kind of… manly? It was a familiar scent, you just couldn’t put your finger on why. All you really knew was that you were in a stranger’s bed, and that it didn’t make sense to you.

The first thing you checked when you woke up was that you weren’t naked in a stranger’s bed, because that would just be another level of bad. Thankfully, you were, in fact, fully clothed. The next thing you checked for was that there was no one else in the room with you and that you had your phone with you. Both of these were true so you had to pause and figure out what to do. Who had put you in their bed? And, since you obviously hadn’t had sex with whoever it was, why did they put you in their bed? Knowing that just staying wrapped in the mysterious stranger’s comforter wouldn’t help you get answers, you got up and started to walk down the hall of an apartment that was pretty similar to yours. You guessed this meant someone in your building had let you in.

It wasn’t until you neared the living room and noticed a picture on the wall that you realized whose apartment you were in. Right there, next to your face was a picture of two guys who were way too attractive for their own good, one blond and the other brunet. You vaguely knew Steve from how often he visited the apartment. Bucky’s apartment. That meant that somehow, Bucky Barnes, God’s gift to women, had let you in and put you into his bed. You knew you were a little tipsy last night, but you definitely didn’t have that much to drink.

“Morning,” you heard a gruff voice from behind you, startling you into a small scream before you caught yourself.

“Jesus Christ, thanks for the heart attack,” you muttered, trying to calm your breathing. Incredibly embarrassed by the entire situation, you glanced up at Bucky through your lashes and asked, “How did I get here last night? I don’t think I drank enough to not remember inviting myself into your bed.”

His face hardened a little from the kind mask that he had worn to greet you, but he fixed it fairly quickly, not wanting to frighten you. “Well, I went with Steve to the bar down the street, where I saw you. There was some creepy guy hovering next to you, and it just didn’t feel right so I walked up to see if you were okay. I don’t know what that asshole did, but you could hardly stand, and you didn’t exactly act like the drunk Y/N I know and love to meet on occasion.” At this, he smirked at you, knowing that when you were drunk, you got really flirty. However, both of you lost your sense of humor at the thought of what could have happened to you last night. He picked back up his story after a moment, “Anyway, I offered to walk you home, but when we got to your door, you couldn’t find your key and I didn’t really want to grope you to find it, so I just brought you in here instead.” He held his hands out in a mix between a “ta-da” and a shrug.

You were pretty embarrassed by the shape you were in, but very grateful to your handsome neighbor for taking care of you and saving you from God knows what. The more you thought about it, the more it scared you. You let out a heartfelt, if slightly shaky, “Thank you”, before you started to panic a little. If Bucky hadn’t been there, hadn’t cared enough to worry about you, this morning could have been very different. You were on the verge of tears when he pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around you, comforting you and holding you up all at once.

“I just feel so stupid. I was feeling a little down and a little lonely, so what did I do? I went to a bar alone, like an idiot. To top it all off, I was obviously an idiot who accepted a drink from a stranger. Horrible things could have happened and it would have been all my fault.” At this point you were sobbing into Bucky’s chest.

“Hey, this is not your fault,” he said softly, grabbing your face gently and looking you in the eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t have gone alone, but the fact that that guy was a creep is not your fault. Horrible people doing horrible things is never anyone’s fault but theirs. Do you hear me?” You let out a half-hearted nod, still berating yourself for your poor choices, but feeling a little calmer after staring into his gorgeous blue eyes.

He comforted you for a few more minutes before offering to make you some breakfast. “What do you want? Eggs, bacon, omelettes?” He was listing off things, none of which really appealed to you, until he said, “Waffles?” You smiled and nodded excitedly. Waffles were something you didn’t get to eat that often, but you really loved when you had them. He smiled at you indulgently and moved towards the kitchen.

You stopped in the hallway after he left to gather yourself. You were still freaked out by what could have happened last night, but knowing that Bucky had been there for you was like a balm on the freak out that had been building. There was also the fact that your super hot neighbor that you had a major crush on had saved you and let you sleep in his bed. You didn’t want to look too far into that because you knew that he was honestly just a really great guy who would help anyone he saw in danger. But a small part of you wanted to believe that he had brought you here because he might care for you too. Realizing you were getting nowhere with your thoughts, you followed him in to the kitchen.

While watching him move around him kitchen with surprising ease, a thought sprung to mind. “Where did you sleep last night?” You realized he had given you his bed, which meant he had to have slept somewhere less comfortable.

He just shrugged. “The couch.” He could see immediately that you were going to apologize for doing nothing wrong, so he said, “Hey, I put you in my bed and chose to take the couch, don’t feel bad about it.”

“But you’re way too tall for that couch! I could have fit just fine,” you argued, though you realized in the back of your mind that there was no point now.

“I would never let a lady sleep on my couch while I was in the bed, I’m too much of a gentleman,” he said with a grin. You couldn’t help but smile back. Bucky was always attractive, but he was definitely cute when he was happy.

You sat at the counter, watching him prepare the food and hoping he couldn’t hear your stomach growling. For a man who was quite large, he was very graceful in his movement, never faltering with his hands or making mistakes. You were honestly a little jealous of how comfortable he was with his body, before you remembered the look on his face you sometimes saw when people would notice his metal arm or comment on it.

When you first met Bucky, you honestly didn’t notice the fact that his hand was literally made of metal for a couple of days. Even when you did notice, you never commented on it. Everyone has their own insecurities, and while you weren’t sure in the beginning that that was one for him, you never wanted him to feel like you thought he was weird or different. Sometimes though, when you saw Bucky out in public, somebody would notice his arm and stare at him like he was just a statue put there for them to gawk at. In those moments, you could see Bucky’s discomfort in his own body. You also honestly wanted to punch those people sometimes, tired of how they treated him.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a cup of coffee and a plate of waffles placed in front of you. They smelled delicious and you smiled gratefully at Bucky before digging in. You didn’t realize how starving you were until you took your first bite of heaven, after which, you practically inhaled your food. You heard him chuckle a little next to you but ignored him in favor of enjoying your breakfast.

“Wow doll, when was the last time you ate?” You blushed a little at the term of endearment but shrugged.

“Sometime yesterday, I guess.” You didn’t want to admit that you had been feeling kind of down yesterday about being alone and your friend canceling plans on you that you didn’t really eat anything after breakfast.

“Alright, I gotta ask, why were you alone at a bar last night? You’re obviously a smart woman, and smart women don’t tend to go to a bar without company and accept drinks from strangers.” He was watching you, trying to figure out why he had found you in that condition. Unfortunately, you didn’t really want to admit why you went alone.

“Ah… it doesn’t matter, don’t worry about it.” You hoped he would let it go, but when you looked over at him, you saw that that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. “Alright fine, my friend cancelled plans with me last to go on a date. I was excited to see her because it’s been a while, but she just ditched me for some guy. I was already at the bar though, so I decided to drown my loneliness and self-pity in a couple of drinks. And then this guy comes up to me an actually pays some attention to me, so my lonely ass decided that I should drink the thing he gave me. After that, I don’t really remember anything, but I assume that’s where you came in.” You finished your story with a sigh, having dropped eye contact with him when you started talking about how lonely you were. You were his neighbor, you knew Bucky didn’t suffer loneliness as much as you did, if you were basing it on the company he had over.

Bucky’s hand came into your line of sight as he grabbed your hand where it was resting on the counter. You were kind of forced to look up at him, because that was obviously what he wanted. When you looked up at him, you saw exactly what you didn’t want to see in his eyes: pity.

“Doll, we all get lonely sometimes. But you’re a gorgeous woman, it can’t be that you don’t get any attention from men.” You laughed a little at that. “I’m serious, there’s no reason a gal like you should be alone.”

“I mean sure, I’ve been asked out before,” you said, shrugging a little, “but it’s never by a guy I want to ask me out.” The last part came out quite softly, hoping that he might not hear it.

“Who do you want to ask you out, then?” asked Bucky, an obtuse male in a sea of obtuse males. You side-eyed him a little bit, but refused to answer aside from telling him that it didn’t matter. “Any guy would be lucky to have you, doll.” After that, you heard him mutter “I would be lucky.” You didn’t think you were supposed to hear that, but it shocked you. You quickly looked at him. He must have realized that you had heard him, because he was blushing under your stare. “I mean, uh… can you just forget you heard that?”

Okay, if you thought happy Bucky was cute, a flustered Bucky was absolutely adorable. You couldn’t help but giggle, but you also were just in disbelief. There was no way that this actual model of a man was interested in you. It would be silly to get your hopes up, so you decided he probably didn’t mean it. You were quiet for a little too long, you realized, as Bucky started stuttering and trying to fix it.

“I-I mean, not that I wouldn’t be lucky, but it’s just that any guy would be lucky, like I said, not just me. And you can just pretend that didn’t happen so that we can stay friends because I don’t want you to be worried that I’m just your friend because I think you’re cute, it’s just…” You saw him panicking, but you got very stuck on one particular thing.

“You think I’m cute?” you asked, interrupting his stream of explanations. You weren’t trying to make him feel more awkward, you were genuinely curious. Your head was cocked to the side and you just looked at him with an open expression.

“Well I thought that was pretty obvious,” he said, blushing and still flustered. After he calmed down a moment, he studied you. “Wait, you really didn’t notice? Doll, I’ve been tripping over you since the first time we met.” He seemed to realize though that he didn’t mean to reveal that much. “This doesn’t have to make things awkward, I won’t try anything, don’t worry.”

“Why won’t you try anything?” you asked, disappointed. That seemed to stump him, obviously not being what he expected. After a moment, though, you saw a small smile on his face.

“Did you want me to try something, doll?” He was smirking at you now, leaning in a little. You nodded absently, watching him come closer, before a thought came into your head that made you pull back.

“I’m not just an easy lay am I? The vulnerable girl that you can fuck and forget the next day?” You really hoped he would say no, but if that was all he wanted you to be, you wouldn’t be able to go through with it.

“What? No, of course not. Doll, you’re the sweetest person I know, and beautiful to boot. I see the protective way you glare at people when they look at me funny and you’re always nice to Stevie,” he said earnestly, looking you in the eyes so you knew he meant it. “And besides, I’d at least like to take you on a date first,” he joked, trying to lighten up the atmosphere.

A smile broke out on your lips as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. As you pulled back, you made eye contact and he gently grabbed your face before pulling you into a sweet kiss. You had long since grown up from expecting fireworks with kisses, but damn his lips were soft and he was so sweet with you. You savored the moment before pulling back.

“So about that date?” He just grinned at you and leaned in to kiss you again.

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