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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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The Family Tree is... a Disaster

Takes place in the TCW Leverage AU. It does contain a few deviations, namely that the narrative ended up shifting Plo's role in Ahsoka's life, and Ventress's role overall.

This is mostly just dialogue where I outline the fuckery that is the disaster lineage family tree, not actual fic. It stemmed from my incessant need to justify "25yo Obi-Wan somehow got custody of 9yo Anakin without Shmi dying."

Warnings for: canon character death (modernized), canon violence (modernized), and references to Nazis and white supremacists (Palpatine collects WWII weaponry as a parallel to his canon display of Sith artifacts in his office as chancellor, and Ahsoka thinks it's sketchy)

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"Okay," Cody says, setting down a glass of whiskey as he drops into the seat across the table. "What the hell is your family tree like?"

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow, and continues cleaning off the definitely-not-stolen crystal komodo dragon he'd won in today's job. "I beg your pardon?"

"You and Skywalker," Cody says, gesturing between Obi-Wan, who is just sitting there minding his own business, and Anakin, who is across the closed-for-tonight bar and doing something inadvisable on the pool table. "You've said he was your brother, and mentioned raising him, which, sure, I'm over twenty years older than my youngest brother, people take over parenting roles all the time. But you have different last names, have mentioned stepfamilies that the other doesn't have, reference things as 'your aunt, not mine,' and I am just getting... very confused. I figured it was personal and I could leave well enough alone, but considering your older brother almost shot us today--"

"Okay, Xanatos is not my brother," Obi-Wan immediately says. "Just. I just have to stop you right there. Xanatos was a student of my father's for a time, but I promise he's not family. Nobody except maybe Komari would consider him even close, and she doesn't count since she's in prison for life and the farthest thing from stable."

Cody gestures. "That, Obi-Wan. That's what I'm talking about. I don't even know who Komari is."

Obi-Wan purses his lips in a failed attempt to not smile. "Do you actually want the explanation? It's long and unnecessarily complicated."

"So's mine," Cody snorts. Obi-Wan waits, patient and pleasant, and is rewarded when Cody sighs. "Please."

"Of course, my dear. To answer your first question, though, Anakin is my half-brother." With a smile, Obi-Wan digs a piece of paper and a pen from his briefcase. "So, center of the chain: me, my father Qui-Gon, my grandfather Yan, and my great-grandfather Yoda. With me so far?"

"Easy enough. Do you have to go back that far?"

"Great-grandfather Yoda is still alive and regularly escaping the old folks' home to terrorize younger relatives, so yes," Obi-Wan says. "Given that you may just meet a tiny, meddling relative of mine when he's bored, we do in fact have to go back that far."

"...how old is he?"

"We don't know for sure. A hundred and eight-ish is the best guess." Obi-Wan shrugs. "It's not a huge deal, mostly he likes bothering Anakin these days. Anyway, grandfather. Yan Dooku. Inherited a minory duchy from his maternal grandfather decades back. Mostly hangs around there because he's on terrorist watchlists in the States."

"Oh, lovely."

Obi-Wan grins. "Trust me, it gets worse. Anyway, grandfather never actually married, but spent most of his time with his 'best friend' Sifo Dyas, who died about a decade back."

"Gay?"

"Well, we know that now, but they got together in the seventies, and this was back when they were both working government jobs, so, you know. It happens."

"Good to know," Cody says. "So, Yoda's kid is Yan, who inherited a title and land from a maternal relative, and had a life partner but never married. With you so far."

"All of Yan's kids were adopted," Obi-Wan continues, sketching out the first branch away from the Yan/Sifo partnership. "Rael was actually grandfather's cousin, maternally, and ended up in his custody after getting orphaned at five. These days, he does most of the stewardship duties at the Serenno Duchy. His daughter Nim is teaching military history at a university in Germany."

Cody nods. "Uncle number one is named Rael, technically your dad's cousin, has a daughter. Got it."

"About a decade after Rael, they adopted my father, Qui-Gon. He and grandfather fought, frequently, but they did care for each other. My father was a botanist, did bio-engineering. We'll get back to him later, because he's where things get complicated." Obi-Wan made sure to leave room around the name. "Just a few years older than me was--is--Komari Vosa. She is... serving a life sentence. I think she fought Jango once."

"She fought my father?"

"To the best of my knowledge, they both almost died, yes," Obi-Wan says. "She's in maximum security these days. She was an assassin. I'll get a call if she breaks out, and I'll let you know along with everyone else."

"Bad news auntie, got it."

"Last adoption, sort of, is Ventress," Obi-Wan finishes off. "A few years younger than me, is technically grandfather's personal assistant and does secretarial work and the like, but we all know he's planning to leave as much of the inheritance to her as he is to the rest of us. She's aggressive and unpleasant, but she takes care of him and hasn't actually threatened to kill any of us yet, so that's fine."

"How'd she join?" Cody asks.

"Ky Narec was a friend of Qui-Gon's; Ventress was his daughter. Ky died a few years after Qui-Gon did, and Ventress was a mess, after." Obi-Wan shrugs and scratches that connection into the little sketch of a family tree as well. "Grandfather offered her a job until she got herself back together, and then she just kind of... stuck around."

"Youngest aunt, more of a cousin." Cody summarizes. "Now we go back to your father?"

"Qui-Gon Jinn was a man of many skills," Obi-Wan says drily. "Adequate birth control was not one of them."

It's almost a pity that Cody wasn't drinking anything, because going by the way he chokes, Obi-Wan's pretty sure the spit take would have been spectacular.

"I'm sorry," Cody says. "Can you repeat that?"

"I was an accident," Obi-Wan says, not even bothering to hide his smile. "So was Anakin."

"So that sounds like... a story."

"It is," Obi-Wan confirms. "My biological mother has never been in the picture. They had a fling, she wasn't sure if she'd want to abort or give me up, just that she wasn't ready to be a parent, and Qui-Gon volunteered to take full custody so she could go back to her life after the birth. I've never met her, but I kept her family name. You can consider her irrelevant beyond that."

Cody nods.

"So, when I was about a year old, Qui-Gon reconnects with an old flame, they get married two years later. Step-mother number one is Tahl. Lovely woman, I absolutely adored her, and she had a daughter, my stepsister, Bant Eerin."

"I met her, right?" Cody asks.

"Yes, she was the doctor who patched up my bullet wound a few months ago," Obi-Wan says. "With the giant glasses that make her look a little fish-eyed."

"She was nice."

"She is," Obi-Wan agrees. "At any rate, that was our family for a while, and then Tahl died when I was fourteen. Bant wanted to go to a magnet school for medical studies, and Qui-Gon's grief was... not optimal for taking care of multiple teenagers, shall we say, so Bant moved in with her paternal uncle, Kit Fisto, and Kit's son Nahdar. He's a marine biologist, incredibly friendly, and has no idea of any of the rest of my side of the family's questionable activities. If you ever meet him, you will pretend that we are a legal firm with a team of security consultants."

Cody raises a brow. Obi-Wan despairs. "Best you could do?"

"We're not that likely to run into him." Obi-Wan draws out a new line. "So, Qui-Gon deals poorly with grief. This is also around the time that Xanatos came around to ruin our lives a little. He was a very rich and unpleasant man, but he's dead as of four hours ago, so you don't have to worry about him. Or his son."

"His son?"

"Anakin handled that," Obi-Wan says. "Thoroughly. Granta Omega is no longer an issue. He's not dead, but... well. Anakin has his ways. Er--I should probably mention Feemor; he was my father's assistant at the university for a long time. Anakin and I still call him our uncle."

"Also a person to avoid mentioning criminal activity to?" Cody prompts.

"Well... no, but only because I don't think he'd care. The man is, forgive me, more of a 'walking sweatervest' than I am. He's a very bland and unassuming man. He once described himself as the background character of the soap opera that is my family's existence."

"Sounds like a charmer."

"Oh, he's very kind and clever, and witty as well. I adore him, and he really is family. He's just also very, very normal. Not boring, but..." Obi-Wan trails off and shrugs helplessly. "He's an editor for an agricultural research journal. Also not someone I anticipate us running into."

"Noted."

"Right, so, Qui-Gon dealing poorly with his grief didn't involve much drinking, but there were a few months of him trying to... lose himself in the pleasures of the flesh?" Obi-Wan tries, and then deflates at the look on Cody's face. "He was slagging around. Shmi got pregnant with Anakin, who was born when I was sixteen. Shared custody at first, Qui-Gon got him weekends and every other holiday, that sort of thing, and then they got married because they actually did like each other well enough, and it was easier on the taxes."

"So Shmi is stepmother number two."

"Shmi is stepmother number two, yes." Obi-Wan sketches in Anakin and Shmi. "About nine and a half years after Anakin was born, Shmi and Qui-Gon were in a car accident with... well, it later turned out it wasn't an accident, there was a hitman called Maul involved, he's actually Ventress's second cousin or something, I don't know. Grandfather handled most of that problem. Qui-Gon died, Shmi was in intensive care, and I got custody of Anakin as his nearest adult relative. We weren't very close before that, because I was off at university by the time he was old enough to form memories, but that changed once he started living with me. I more or less raised him as a single parent from that point."

"This is why he jokes that you're like a father to him."

"Precisely," Obi-Wan says. "Shmi took about a year to recover enough to move again, and grandfather covered the costs. She still had to live with a dedicated carer and attend daily physical therapy. At that physical therapy, she met Cliegg Lars, whose son Owen was also a patient there. They hit it off, and three years later, they married. When Anakin refers to his stepfamily he's talking about the Lars out in Nevada."

"Nevada?"

"They have a farm. A very, very normal one. We don't drag them into our activities, unless we have an at-risk person who needs a safe house." Obi-Wan pauses, and then decides this really needs to be stressed. "This is important to me and Anakin, that we don't get them involved unless there's absolutely no other choice. Shmi's been through a lot, and the Lars are busy enough running the farm."

"Works for me," Cody says. "We've got enough safe houses that it shouldn't be an issue. I'm guessing this story doesn't end there, though."

Obi-Wan grimaces. "My own love life has been... a bit of a mess."

"I already know about Kryze, at least."

There's that. "I was temporarily engaged to a friend, Siri Tachi, shortly after high school. We were in a relationship, but this was mostly something done to appease a relative of hers that was getting overbearing to the point of absurdity, and she couldn't just cut them off. We broke off the engagement after the relative passed, and we're still friends."

He notes that down, then adds the other embarrassment of his early years. "First marriage was actually a drunken joke between myself and my best friend when we were in college. We got it annulled a few months later because we just didn't have time to drop by the courthouse before then, and he's actually engaged to Asajj now."

"Asajj?" Cody asks, watching in fascination as Obi-Wan tries to mark in both his own short marriage and the newer, long-term engagement without crossing any lines. He settles for just writing the name twice and including an asterisk with 'this is the same person.'

"Ventress," Obi-Wan clarifies. "Yeah, Quinlan's a fun guy. His little sister, Aayla, treats Anakin like a beloved younger cousin."

"Are they also off-limits for criminal activity?"

"No, Aayla's the one that taught Ahsoka how to vent-crawl," Obi-Wan says. "And I'm pretty sure Quinlan has contacts in every major government branch, criminal organization, and Fortune 500 company on the planet. I reach out to them regularly."

"Resources, then."

Obi-Wan nods. "Some time later, I married Satine. We had a son; you've met Korkie. We split due to incompatibility a year and change before Qui-Gon's death. Satine doesn't engage in criminal activity, but Bo-Katan is..."

"I've met Bo-Katan. I know what she's like, Obi. You don't have to explain."

"She works with Maul sometimes."

"...the man who killed your father?"

"Yes. It's all very stupid and convoluted." Obi-Wan still writes her in. "So, that's them. Korkie goes to boarding school, and I try not to involve him in anything. Anakin and Ahsoka like to teach him self-defense and the like, but Satine is adamant that he stay unaware of my less legal dealings until he's an adult."

Cody shrugs. "Makes sense. Is that every--wait, no, Skywalker's married."

Obi-Wan grins. "Yes, and Padme's got twins on the way."

"I was there when he told us," Cody says drily. "He was very loud about it. Okay, how does Ahsoka fit in?"

"Hold on, I forgot Beru," Obi-Wan mutters. "Owen's fiancee. Same rules as the Lars. Okay, you asked about Ahsoka. Right. So. Um."

He dithers. Cody waits for him, and then Obi-Wan just gives up. "Ahsoka, dear, would you like to explain how you joined the family, so to speak?"

Ahsoka looks up from whatever she and the boys are doing--there are multiple beer glasses and straws and duct tape involved, and Obi-Wan doesn't really want to know--and then flips off the table and over to Obi-Wan and Cody. She looks over the family tree chart, and then says, "Oooh, did you tell him about the cult?"

"You were in a cult?" Cody demands.

"No, Komari was. She was head priestess or something. I dunno, it's why she's in prison and stuff."

"I did not tell him about the cult," Obi-Wan mutters, already regretting this. "The Bando Gora aren't a problem anymore. I've already gotten to explaining how you and Anakin know each other."

Ahsoka rolls her eyes, steals his pen, and starts sketching in around Quinlan's name, over by Asajj since Obi-Wan's section is too crowded. "Okay, so, Quinlan's adopted. His dad is Tholme, and Tholme's dad is Plo Koon. Plo Koon is good friends with my Auntie, Shaak Ti, who raised me. They live next door to each other, out in the country, and I'd play in his yard a lot, because he had puppies, and he took me to visit his bees. Whenever Auntie needed a babysitter, she asked Quinlan or Aayla to do it since she knew and trusted them, and Aayla needed pocket money."

"This is so unnecessarily complicated," Cody mutters.

"It is!" Ahsoka chirps. Her grin is far too sharp. "So, this one time, Aayla was watching me when I was fourteen, and she was just helping me with my physics homework. BAM, the door slams open, and in stumbled Skyguy with his arm missing. I've never met him before, and my first introduction is him shortly after he's gotten an unplanned amputation."

Anakin, on the other side of the room, giggles. Obi-Wan just sighs. The Fett brothers appear to be in the land of 'horrified fascination.'

Ahsoka revels in it. "There's blood everywhere, I'm screaming, Aayla's panicking, Anakin's halfway to unconscious and insisting we can't call the hospital, and nobody can get Obi-Wan on the phone. Quinlan's in another country, and Auntie Shaak and Uncle Plo are at a movie, so they've both got their cellphones off. Tholme was faking his death at that point to get away from an incident with the Irish Mob, so we didn't even try him."

"What the actual fuck," Rex breathes.

Ahsoka continues with relish. "We get Bant to pick up, and she's there an hour later with Padme, because Padme knows how to drive the way Skyguy does, and the entire drive there is just Auntie Bant on speakerphone telling Aayla how to stop the bleeding and get him stabilized while Padme's screaming at traffic at the top of her lungs."

"I owe Aayla a fruit basket," Anakin muses aloud. "The anniversary of her saving my life is coming up, it's warranted."

"Five years, baby!" Ahsoka crows. She fist-pumps.

Obi-Wan just drops his head into his hands. "You're killing me, children."

Anakin shrugs, grinning. "You know, I think Fett Senior might have been involved in that fight."

"My shitty dad cut off your arm?" Rex demands.

"No, I think he was busy fighting the Interpol guy," Anakin says. "But he was definitely there. I think. Blood loss kinda got to me after a bit, but I'm pretty sure Jango Fett was there, and also Boba might've been hiding in the getaway car?"

"I need another glass," Cody mutters. He doesn't stand up, though.

"Wait," Rex says. "So who cut off your arm?"

Anakin shrugs with an unsure noise. "Someone tried to convince me it was Grandpa Yan, but he was in the middle of a court case in Italy for some kind of parole violation when it happened, so he had an alibi."

"...did he actually violate parole?" Cody asks, and Obi-Wan thinks he looks like he doesn't know if he actually wants an answer.

Ahsoka shrugs. So does Anakin. Obi-Wan carefully looks at a spot behind Cody, and doesn't explain anything about wine tastings used as covers for illicit arms deals.

"The arm?" Rex prompts, sounding a little desperate to get back to the question he likely thinks is the most important.

"I still say it was Skeevy Sheev," Ahsoka chimes in.

"It wasn't Palpatine," Anakin snaps.

"Your creepy older friend who took you to operas and gives you fancy gifts and knows way too much about swords who was conveniently there to talk to the police and cover for you so you didn't get arrested for getting in the middle of a gang war in the first place, yes," Ahsoka says, dropping into a chair and sighing dramatically. "The guy who definitely hasn't been trying to convince you for a year and change that your wife is cheating on you with your older brother."

"Ahsoka!"

"What? He is."

"Anakin," Rex says, "your life sounds like a trainwreck."

"I'm not going to assume a frail, elderly man cut my arm off!" Anakin protests. "Even if he wanted to, he doesn't exactly have the muscle for it!"

"Grandfather's older," Obi-Wan points out, even though he knows it won't help. "And he definitely still could."

"Ha!" Ahsoka shouts.

"He could have hired someone?" Cody suggests. "Doesn't need to do it himself, if he has enough money."

Obi-Wan has a sneaking suspicion that Cody is deliberately stirring the pot as revenge for Anakin sending him eighty-seven cat memes inside an hour during last night's dinner.

"You all suck," Anakin declares. "Also, what the hell do you mean 'knows way too much about swords,' Ahsoka? You know way too much about swords!"

"Yeah, but I'm like ninety-percent sure that his antiques are Prussian and mid-century German military officer dress uniform relics, and pairing that with the Nazi pistols he's got on display--"

"He's just a history buff! And his family's German, of course he prioritizes that region, it's not like he doesn't have Russian or French or English antiques in there too, it's all sides of the war and--"

"I'm just saying he's almost definitely sending me sketchy glances like he thinks I'm planning to steal the silver on the three occasions you've had me with you when you stop by, and I'm pretty sure it's got less to do with my criminal record and more to do with me being, you know, not white."

Anakin looks ready to blow, so Obi-Wan interrupts. "Ahsoka, you were explaining how Anakin passing out on Aayla and scaring us all half to death led to your friendship?"

Ahsoka blinks at him, and then sticks her tongue out at Anakin and turns back to the chart. "So basically, Skyguy had to recuperate in Uncle Plo's living room for a week or two, and I kept showing up to bother him because he was bored and nobody would give him a laptop for 'security reasons,' because he had to lay low and stuff. He made me help him sketch out designs for a prosthesis and do all the writing for the math he had to do for the 3D printer, and we got to chatting."

Ahsoka hops up and back onto a table, legs swinging below her. "I decided he was cool and started following him around while he was getting used to only having one hand, mostly because I was bored. He showed me how to hotwire a car, and explained the best places to put a bug if you were looking to make it sneaky, and he picked my pocket to show off so many times when he was walking around Uncle Plo's house that I made him teach me that, too. And, uh, then Aayla found out and they got into a shouting match about it and decided they both needed to teach me parkour so I could get out of any mess I got myself into, since I was obviously going to follow them into a life of crime."

"And you did," Anakin says, far too proudly. "You're the best thief in this half of the country."

"Only because Aayla moved out east."

Anakin rolls his eyes and pulls Ahsoka into his side, digging his knuckles into her skull. "Best thief! You are the best thief! Be proud of yourself!"

"Let go!"

"Never!"

Obi-Wan sighed heavily and rubbed at his forehead. "Children, please."

"You're not my dad," Ahsoka growls out at him. "Skyguy, I'm going to bite you!"

"Good luck, the only arm you can access is the one that's going to break your teeth."

Ahsoka shrieks in outrage and stomps on Anakin's instep.

It's almost funny, for all that Obi-Wan's seen it play out a million times before, but the really interesting part is seeing Rex's look of fond dismay.

Obi-Wan thinks he might be adding a branch out to the Fetts soon. He's not actually sure if Rex is interested in Anakin or Ahsoka, and he's smack dab between them in age, so that's not a help either, but... well. The expression is familiar enough.

"Please tell me you don't match-make," Cody mutters to him.

"No, I plan to let the pieces fall where they will," Obi-Wan responds, just as low, and far more amused. "I'm simply trying to predict where those landings are to be."

Cody looks at him, and then back at the roughhousing trio, and sighs heavily. "You know, I really didn't think that you technically being minor royalty was going to be the least convoluted thing in your story, Obi-Wan."

He laughs, because it's true. "I'm first in line to inherit the title, since Rael denounced his claim. Nim isn't interested, and Qui-Gon's dead, so... I'm next."

Cody makes a face. "Delightful. I'm guessing that's not a connection we can safely make use of."

"No more than the Kryze or Naberries, I'm afraid." Obi-Wan claps him on the shoulder. "Chin up, I've plenty others in the metaphorical rolodex, all far less legitimate and far more amenable to work with our little outfit."

"Rolodex, really?" Cody snorts. "You're not that old."

Obi-Wan smiles winningly. "You don't know how old I am, Cody. All my IDs are fake."

"Anakin's twenty-four, and you're sixteen years older than him, going by the story you just told me," Cody points out. "I do know how to do basic math, Obi-Wan."

"I had to try," Obi-Wan admits. "I threw a lot of information at you all at once; I'd hoped you missed some of the ages in there."

"I have eight brothers," Cody scoffs. "And literally dozens of cousins, plus niblings, uncles, aunts, and so on. I have experience on this."

"If I asked you to list of the age of every single relative you have, you'd be able to do it?"

"Do you want me to draw a chart? I can draw a chart."

Obi-Wan can't help but laugh. "I'd be delighted, my dear."

Cody rolls his eyes, but Obi-Wan thinks--it's hard to tell in the dimmed lights of the closed bar--that there's a hint of a blush on the man's face. Obi-Wan lets himself slouch to the side, drops his head to rest on one fist, indolent debauchery in every line of his body. Cody does his best to ignore him, but Obi-Wan knows how to smile lazily and blink slowly and draw a man in.

(The whole 'indolent debauchery in every line of his body' phrasing is Anakin's, from back when he was a teenager trying to read highbrow literature to impress a cute girl... and to come up with new insults for his older brother.)

"So," Cody says, with a cough meant to somehow distract Obi-Wan from whatever's showing on the man's face. "Why, uh, why is your grandfather on terrorist watchlists?"

"Well, he didn't initially do anything," Obi-Wan says. "He was just a gay man who didn't hide it quite well enough, and had too much money and too white a face for someone to just call the cops on a faulty report. The Red Scare was technically over by that point, I think, but if a few people made suggestions that he was more loyal to the country that gave him a noble title than to the United States... he received a few warnings, of course, and it could have all blown over..."

"But?"

"But my grandfather is not a man to do things by halves, and instead decided that if the government was to list him as a threat, then he would oblige and make himself a threat," Obi-Wan finishes. "Living up to their labels, rolling with the assumptions, whatever you'd like to call it. It all irked him, and so he made some incredibly questionable decisions to make the government's lives harder. Some weren't bad, like donating to anti-war foundations that were protesting the Gulf War and the interventions in Yugoslavia, that sort of thing, and some were... nobody really looks well on gunrunning, you know."

"For fuck's sake..."

"Indeed," Obi-Wan chuckles. "Ironically, he has minimal opinion on the optimal form of economics, for all that virulent xenophobia and the remnants of anti-communism were involved in the whole mess. He just wanted to create problems for the people that were causing him problems."

Cody shakes his head. "I want to judge that, but you've met my father."

"Jango Fett is, indeed, also not a man to do things by halves," Obi-Wan agrees, attempting to nod gravely but breaking into a smile at the end. "That man is absurd."

"At least he's not dragging Boba into it anymore," Cody mutters. He drags over the fresh sheet of paper and pen that Obi-Wan offers him. "Okay, right, let's start with Jaster..."

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 108: Ideal (Happy Birthday, Harry Potter)

Harry hadn’t had very many good birthdays.

Somehow, in spite of that fact, he’d imagined that his 19th birthday would be different. Last year, on his 18th birthday, when they’d spent the day rebuilding Hogwarts, Harry had reflected on his many terrible birthdays and told himself that 18 would be the last bad one. He’d told himself that on his 19th birthday there would be a party, he’d have his friends around him, and maybe just for that one day, they could forget everything bad and just have fun.

But now he was single, living in muggle London, without any friends nearby, and without any happy plans in place. He decided that he had to do something today, there must be something that could make his birthday not quite so glum.

He set off toward a coffee shop a few blocks from his house and ran smack into a door as a woman was coming out. She apologized but Harry was too distracted by what he saw inside of the store. From where he stood he could see reptiles, and birds, and he thought he could make out cats in the corner, and somewhere there was the faint sound of puppies yipping.

Waving the woman off he entered the animal shelter, feeling like might have found something good after all. He wandered in; first past the birds, then the reptiles, then to the kittens and full-grown cats. He paused with the cats for a little while, trailing his fingers along their cages and talking to them softly. Then he moved past them to the dogs and puppies.

There had to be about 10 altogether, different breeds and types, some sleeping, some playing together, some just wandering about sniffing. Several came charging over to the edge of their pen when they saw him, wagging their tails eagerly and he just knew. He looked up and waved to a sales associate who was straightening some pet supplies. “Sorry, I just wonder if I could meet some of the dogs?”

“Oh, sure!” she replied brightly. “Draco is on the dogs today, I’ll call him over. Just a mo.”

That was an odd name, Harry thought, it must be a coincidence. Surely Draco Malfoy wouldn’t be working in a Muggle Animal Shelter of all places. It was preposterous. Yet a moment later he heard a voice he’d recognize anywhere, “Sir, is there something I can help you with?”

Harry’s jaw dropped and he turned to look at the boy who had been his nemesis for several years, “Malfoy?” he asked incredulously, yet somehow he couldn't find it in himself to be surprised. It was his birthday after all.

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“Potter? What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?”

“Oh, you boys know each other?” Annie asked with a wide smile.

“Uh,” Harry said inarticulately even as Malfoy said, “Yes, we went to school together.”

“Oh, it’s always nice to run into old friends!” she exclaimed. “Well, I’ll just leave you two to catch up and to find this young man a puppy!”

“You’re here to adopt a puppy?” Malfoy asked incredulously.

“Or a grown-up dog,” Harry replied defensively, feeling like this sort of luck was quite typical of his birthdays.

“And you just happened to show up at the one shelter in all of London that I work at?”

“Well, it’s not like I knew you worked here. It’s my birthday and I just wanted one happy thing-”

“A dog is a big commitment. It’s not just something you decide you want one day then discard the next.”

“I know that!” he protested. “And I want a commitment. I want something to love and take care of, something that loves me in return. I want something that is there all the time.”

Malfoy stared at him for a long moment. “Alright. What kind of dog are you looking for?”

“I don’t know. I thought maybe I could meet them and then I’d know which one was the right one.”

“Trust me, Potter, if you do it that way you’ll take home 5 dogs.”

“Maybe I want five dogs,” Harry said stubbornly. “It’s not like I’ve got anything else on at the moment.”

Malfoy snorted, “Have you ever owned a dog, Potter?”

“No,” Harry replied. “Have you?”

“No,” Malfoy said. “For one thing I’m not allowed to have them in my flat and for another, I don’t have the time and energy for a dog. Dogs are a lot of work and I’m not saying you can’t do it,” he said, as Harry opened his mouth to protest. “I’m just saying, maybe you should start with one dog.”

Harry frowned but it did make sense, he supposed.

“Come on, Potter, tell me about your ideal dog and I’ll still let you meet all of them,” he said as he started toward the back. When Harry didn’t follow he said, “Come on, you can’t meet them out there.”

Harry followed him through a door that led behind the glass.

“So, when you imagine your perfect dog, do you think you want a dog with a lot of energy or that’s a little more lowkey?”

“Umm,” Harry said, imagining that he’d like a dog who wanted to play but also thinking of how hard some days were. “Maybe a little lower energy, but one that would still like taking walks and want to play a little bit each day.”

“Well, most of our dogs will want to play at least a little bit here and there,” he replied. “So meet Artemis first,” he said, as he went into the area all of the dogs were in and led one dog out. “She is not for you,” he said as the dog bounded over to Harry and Harry knelt down to pet her. She licked his face and put her paws up on his shoulders to sniff his hair.

“Why isn’t she for me?” he asked, tipping his head up to avoid being licked in the mouth. “Hi Artemis,” he said. “Hello, beautiful girl,” he said as he stroked her sides, combing through her soft fur. “You’re a lovie, aren’t you?”

“She is,” Malfoy confirmed, rubbing her head between her ears. “But our Artemis is part Australian Cattle Dog which means she is very high energy. She needs to run every day regardless of the weather and she needs a lot of stimulation. She is a very smart girl and there will be a perfect home for her, but you aren’t it.”

“But I like her,” Harry said, wrestling with her a little bit.

“You’ll like lots of them,” he said. “I promise.” Then he added, “And if she is your favorite, there’s nothing saying she can’t come back out so you can have her.”

“Alright,” Harry agreed reluctantly.

“Alright,” Malfoy repeated. “So that’s Artemis, you can meet Pontus next,” he said, before calling Artemis back to the playroom where the other dogs were. “Pontus isn’t completely trained yet, we’re still working with him on basic commands, so I’ll just have to go in and get him.”

Harry nodded and sat back on his heels to wait, a moment later a huge dog came out, panting and dragging Malfoy behind him.

“Pontus,” Malfoy said reprovingly.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh as the dog barreled into him and knocked him off his feet with a couple of raucous barks. He pinned Harry’s shoulders to the floor and licked his face quite thoroughly, butting his glasses completely off his face. “Hey, boy,” Harry managed, pushing at his broad chest so he could sit up.

Malfoy was tugging at the dog’s collar, seemingly to no avail. Finally, between the two of them, they got him enough off of Harry that he could sit up.

“Well, hello to you, too, handsome,” Harry said with a chuckle as he scratched behind his ears and Pontus tried to sit in his lap.

“Pontus is very sweet but he is an oaf,” Malfoy said as he brushed his hair back out of his face. “He is part American Pitbull and part something huge and dumb. We can’t quite figure him out.”

“He’s a nice boy,” Harry said as Pontus tried to chew on a bit of Harry’s fringe.

“No,” Malfoy reprimanded the dog, tugging him back from Harry. “Yes, he is, but he needs a firm hand, Potter, and you are too soft. Once he’s trained a little bit he’ll be a very good boy but you just let him eat your hair so you’re definitely not his.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, patting the dog’s side. “I think you’re probably right.”

“Did you hit your head on the floor when he knocked you over?”

“Not really,” Harry said as he reached back to rub the back of his head and Pontus butted him to get him to keep petting him, “Yes, alright, you demanding thing,” he said with a chuckle. “Why do you ask?”

“Well because you admitted I was right and it didn’t seem to hurt you even a little bit.”

Harry laughed, “You’re a git. I’ll have you know it didn’t hurt me one bit.”

“My, my,” Malfoy said with a small smile, “Is this what we call character development?”

“Yes, I see you,” Harry said as Pontus flopped over onto his back on top of Harry’s legs so he could rub his belly.

“He likes you,” Malfoy said with a grin.

Harry looked up at him, “He seems pretty friendly, Malfoy. I bet he likes everyone.”

Malfoy shrugged one annoyingly elegant shoulder, “Not really. He’s usually not too keen on men, in fact.”

“And you let him all but attack me?” Harry asked in mock offense. “I mean, I know you don’t like me, Malfoy, but killing me seems a little much.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, “He doesn’t attack people. It’s a common misconception about his breed. It’s all about how they are raised and trained, just like it is with every dog. Except possibly chihuahuas.”

Harry laughed, “I don’t know anything about his breed,” he said honestly. “I just meant that he tackled me to the floor pretty quickly.”

“Yes,” he said, “But when Pontus doesn’t like someone he cowers from them, he doesn’t attack them. He will do whatever he can to put as much distance and as many obstacles as he can between him and the person he’s afraid of.”

“Well, I think he’s sweet,” Harry said, his heart in his throat at the thought of this poor dog being so afraid. “Maybe I could adopt him-” he started.

“Oh no you don’t,” Malfoy said and he leaned down and grasped Pontus’ collar once more. “His person will come and in the meantime, he will have us to look after him. He is not the dog for you; he will wreck your entire house and you’ll let him. He deserves a family who will train him and teach him to be a good boy because he wants to be a good boy.”

Pontus stood up and wagged his tail at Malfoy, slapping Harry across the face. “Ow!” Harry said, shoving at Pontus’ rear end, “Stop hitting me with your tail. That hurts!”

“His tail is very strong,” Malfoy said with a chuckle, “Come on you,” he said to Pontus, “You can go back and play.”

A moment later he came back in, carrying a squirmy puppy in his arms. Harry reached out for it immediately, “Hello,” he cooed at it as the pup started to sniff him.

“This is Caerus,” he said. “He’s a beagle mix, which is quite obvious by his love of sniffing and by his sweet floppy ears.”

“Hi Caerus,” Harry said, holding him up so they were nose to nose, “You are very cute. Yes, you are.”

“He’s just going up for adoption,” Malfoy said. “He was a little touch-and-go for a while, his brother and sisters all died. He was in a very unsafe situation when we found him and we really didn’t know if he’d make it or not, but he’s a fighter.”

He squirmed to get down and Harry set him on the floor and he took off sniffing around the room they were in, following his nose.

“He will have no trouble being adopted. He is young and adorable, and people love puppies.”

“He is really cute,” Harry said as he watched him run around. “But he’s not for me.”

“I agree,” he replied.

“Why?”

“Oh, you’re looking for someone who’s a real rescue.”

“What does that even mean?” Harry asked.

Malfoy watched the little dog walking around the room, investigating and sniffing as he said, “It means that you have a hero complex, Potter, which I can’t even blame you for because you were raised to have one. But you want to rescue a dog who’s come from a rough life and knows it. You want a dog that will love you unconditionally and whose sun rises and sets with you.”

“Well-” Harry started, feeling a little defensive.

“That wasn’t a criticism,” Malfoy said quickly. “It’s a good thing. It means that you want to really bond with your dog and vice versa. Frankly, you’ll be a great pet parent.”

“Err,” Harry said inarticulately. “Thanks, Malfoy.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said with another one of those shrugs. “Besides, you’re not cut out to train a puppy.”

Harry laughed, “I could learn.”

“You could,” he conceded. “Maybe. You don’t like to be the bad guy and sometimes when you’re training a dog you have to be able to say a firm no. Especially with puppies.” Before Harry could respond, Malfoy was bending over and scooping up Caerus, “Alright, Mister. Back to the puppy room with you,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

When he came back he brought two puppies with him, both with curly, white hair. “Meet Castor and Pollux,” he said.

“Hello,” Harry replied, petting both of them as they squirmed on the floor and started to tousle with one another, both yipping happily as they played.

“We are hoping someone will adopt them as a set. They’ve never been apart a day in their lives and they basically only socialize with one another, no matter what we do with them. They both cry inconsolably when they are separated.” He crouched down beside Harry and stroked one of their backs, “They are also definitely not for you, but I told you that you could meet all of them.”

“Thanks,” Harry said with a smile as Malfoy scooped them back up and carried them back to the other room.

A moment later he came in, walking slowly and leading a dog who limped along behind him. “This is Molly,” he said as he led her over to Harry. She wagged her tail happily at him and plopped down next to him. “She is the sweetest, gentlest dog you’ve ever met.”

Harry stroked her head and she laid her head on his lap.

“She’s a black lab mix and she is a love,” he said as he crouched next to Harry once more, “She has had a hard life and she would love you until the day she died, but she is also not for you.”

“What?” Harry asked, looking up at Malfoy, “Why not?”

“Well first because she is special needs, she’s blind, her liver is pretty much shot, she’s all but deaf, she can’t manage stairs, and she is on a variety of medications.”

“I could learn how to deal with all of those things!” Harry protested. “Poor girl, she just needs a home.”

“That’s the second reason you can’t have her,” he said. “She’s already been adopted. She’s the owner’s dog. He just brings her along because he can’t leave her alone at home all day.”

“Oh,” Harry said.

“Yes, oh,” Malfoy replied. “She’s a good old girl.”

“Why doesn’t her name match all the others?”

Malfoy flushed slightly and Harry couldn’t help but find it a little charming, “I named all of the others,” he confessed. “We just need something to call them while they’re here and I like to give them new names if they’ve come from somewhere else to help distance them from their pasts. People can change their names when they leave.”

“That’s sweet,” Harry said.

“Shut up,” Malfoy replied.

Harry laughed, “What? It is.”

He rolled his eyes, “Alright, Miss Molly, let’s go. We have to find this prat a dog and you can’t be it,” he told her as he gave her a gentle tap and started leading her out. “No, you cannot. Your dad would never give you up. No,” he said as the door closed behind him.

Next, he came in carrying a tiny dog who was yipping at him, “Yes, yes, Hermes. We all hear you.”

He set the dog down and he immediately ran over to Harry, still barking at him. Harry held out a hand to the dog to sniff, “Hello there.”

Hermes yipped at him and then ran over to Malfoy yipping before returning to Harry once more.

“Hermes thinks it’s his job to tell everyone everything. He basically never stops barking.”

“Aptly named then,” Harry said as he reached out and stroked a hand down his back.

“He’s part chihuahua, we’re certain,” Malfoy continued. “And he is trained and housebroken, his only problem is that he doesn’t stop barking.”

“Will a dog like this find a home?” Harry asked, even though he knew it couldn’t be with him.

“Oh, certainly,” he replied. “He’s young and healthy and has his basic training. There are people out there who will not mind his barking one bit.”

“I’m not one of them,” Harry said as he handed Hermes back to Malfoy.

“No,” he replied. “There are two more,” he said. “And while I think either of them could be right for you, I’m saving the one I think is perfect for last.”

“Alright.”

“I only say this so that you don’t fall completely head over heels for the next one before meeting Penelope.”

“I’ll do my best,” Harry assured him.

A few minutes later he returned with a giant black dog ambling along behind him, “This is Gaia,” he said.

Harry’s heart melted as the dog walked straight over to him and flopped down on his feet. “Hello beautiful girl,” he said as he stroked through her thick fur.

“Gaia is a six-year-old Newfoundland mix. She is house trained already, she’s a very low energy dog but she’ll go on walks and play with you. She is a very sweet girl.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, he brushed his thumb along her cheek and she stared at him with her big brown eyes. “Hi,” he said softly.

“She would love you unconditionally,” Malfoy said as he knelt beside Harry.

“Why do you think she isn’t perfect for me?”

“More than half of her life is already over,” Malfoy said. “Which isn't necessarily a bad thing.” He glanced down at the dog and stroked her side.

“But...” Harry prompted.

“But,” Malfoy said before taking a deep breath. “You’ve seen a lot of death,” he looked up at Harry then, his eyes so clear and sincere that they seemed to pierce into Harry’s very soul. “Newfies typically live 8-10 years.” He raised one shoulder, “She would be great for you, but she is going to leave you far too soon.”

Harry’s eyes stung and he looked away from Draco and down at Gaia who had fallen asleep. “Will she get adopted?”

“Yes,” Malfoy said without even a moment’s hesitation. “She is a sweet, sweet girl and people love big dogs. I give her two weeks in here tops.”

Harry stroked her ear between his fingers, “If I tell you to bring in the last one but decide I like her better?”

“You can still adopt her,” he said quickly. “Sending her back now doesn’t hurt a thing.”

He nodded once, “Alright.”

Malfoy nodded back, “Come on, Miss Gaia,” he said. “Up you get, you sleepy girl.”

She stood up, turning to look at Harry for a moment and wagging her bushy tail at him, before lumbering after Malfoy once more.

When he returned he was leading a small tan dog behind him. “This,” he said as he scooped her up, “Is Penelope.”

As Malfoy started to hand her to Harry she started wagging her tail so hard that her entire body wiggled with the movement. Harry laughed as he took her into his arms, “Well hello little one,” he said. She bumped her nose against his before licking his cheek. “Hi,” he said again.

She squirmed a bit, so he set her down, thinking this is where any that had gone wrong went wrong but she didn’t walk away, she stood up on her hind legs and pressed her front paws against his chest so she could lick under his chin.

He laughed and stroked down her sides, she was super soft and he said as much to Malfoy.

He nodded, “Yeah, our best guess for breed is a chihuahua-frenchie or chihuahua-pug mix. The pug or frenchie would account for the wrinkles that she gets in her forehead, how soft she is, her barrel chest, and the way her little ears look. Chihuahua would account for the long legs and slender build in spite of her barrel chest.”

She took her feet off Harry’s chest and Harry held his breath to see what she would do. She turned away and he thought that his mind was made up but then she turned in a circle in between his legs, then another, then a third before laying down pressed against his body as close as she could get.

Something made Harry feel like he was choking as he watched her settle against him.

“She likes you,” Malfoy said softly. “Miss Penelope is almost two. She is potty and kennel trained already but will need a little help learning basic commands, she’s relatively young so it shouldn’t be too hard. She doesn’t like going on walks when it’s too hot or too cold, but when the weather is nice she enjoys them. She likes to play fetch and she really likes to chew things. But her favorite thing is a lap to curl up on under a blanket.”

“She’s so small,” Harry said softly.

“Fifteen pounds,” Malfoy affirmed.

“Would she want to sleep in a kennel at night?” Harry asked.

“If you wanted her to,” he said.

“And if I didn’t?”

“She loves to get up on furniture with people. I’m sure she’d be glad to sleep in bed with you if that’s what you’re asking.”

She lifted her head up from where it was tucked against her chest and plopped it on Harry’s thigh, gazing up at him with warm caramel eyes.

“She would adore you,” Malfoy said softly. “I named her Penelope because I knew that whoever she chose as her person she would be unendingly faithful to.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, stroking her head before running her ear between his fingers.

Over the earpiece Malfoy was wearing, Harry could hear Annie requesting back up on the sales floor.

“Why don’t you two take a little more time together,” Malfoy said. “I’ll go check in with Annie and then when I come back you can tell me what you’ve decided.”

Penelope lifted her head as Malfoy left the room watching him until the door closed before turning to look at Harry.

“It’s alright,” Harry said, stroking his fingers down her side. “He’ll be back.” He picked her up, holding her in his arms like an infant, and she huffed a little breath before settling her head on his shoulder, tucking her nose into his neck.

“It’s alright,” he said again, even though she didn’t seem perturbed in the least. “What do you think, then?” he asked her. “Hmm?”

She pressed her nose against his neck and gave him a tiny lick.

“Do you want to come live with me?” he asked her.

Her tail twitched back and forth a few times.

“Is that a yes?” he asked as he turned his head to press his face into the fur on her shoulder. “Hmm? You want to come home with me?”

More waggles and Harry couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Do you like the name Penelope?” he asked her, shifting her so that he could see her face, he brushed his thumb over her black whiskers and she turned her head away, “Well you don’t like that, do you?” he asked and he brushed his thumb under her eye to clear a little gunk. “Sorry, little one.”

She let out a little huff at him and he couldn’t help but chuckle at her.

He held her and pet her, talking to her softly. He fell completely in love with her in a matter of minutes.

When the door opened and Malfoy stepped back in, Harry said, “Can I take her home today?”

“Yeah,” Malfoy said with a smile. “There’s a whole bunch of paperwork for you to fill out first but wait until you get a load of their quills. There’s no inkpot or anything.”

Harry laughed, “They’re pens, not quills.”

“You know about them?” Malfoy asked incredulously.

“I lived with muggles after my parents died until I was 11. Yes, I know what pens are.”

Malfoy huffed, “Why wouldn’t you have brought them to Hogwarts? Why didn’t you use them there? It would have been so much smarter.”

“You wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with pens,” Harry replied with a laugh.

“Well, that's probably true. But I was an idiot.”

Before Harry could say anything in response or even process that remark fully, Malfoy was reaching for Penelope, “Let me put her with the others while we get you squared away.”

“No!” Harry said quickly, clutching her tighter against him.

“I’ll give her back, I promise,” Malfoy said.

“Can’t she just stay with me?” Harry pleaded.

Malfoy looked at him for a moment, “Yes, alright, but don’t let her distract you from the work you have to do.”

“I won’t.”

“Here,” he said, holding out a contraption to Harry. “Put this on her, she can’t be loose out on the sales floor.”

“Err,” Harry said as he reached for it. “How do I?”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, “Merlin, Potter. It’s a harness,” he said. “Here, set her on the floor and I’ll show you how to put it on her. It’s so you can walk her on a leash.”

“Can’t I just use a collar?” he asked.

“No,” Malfoy said as he lifted one of her front legs through a hole, then the other. “Small dogs, in general, do better with harnesses than collars. Unlike larger dogs, she has a more fragile trachea so we put a harness on her instead.”

“Is she okay, though?”

“Oh, yes,” he said quickly as he snapped the harness over her back. “Right,” Malfoy said, passing him the end of her leash. “This way, I’ll take you in to see Jeff and get her paperwork filled out.”

“Great, thanks,” Harry said, “Alright, Penelope,” he said, “let’s go.” She wagged her tail and stared up at him.

“Do you have the things you’ll need for your home?”

Harry shook his head, “Can I get those things here?”

“Yes. After you fill out her adoption paperwork.”

“Will you help me make sure I get everything she needs?” Harry asked quickly, afraid he’d miss something essential.

Malfoy gave him a smile and a small nod.

When they went to the office, Malfoy knocked on the door and someone, Jeff, Harry presumed, called for him to enter.

“Hi Jeff, this is Harry Potter,” Malfoy said, gesturing for Harry to enter the room. “He’s here to adopt Penelope.”

The man at the desk looked up over the top of his glasses and gave Harry a warm smile. “That is wonderful news! Come in.”

“I’ll just leave you to it, then,” Malfoy replied.

“Draco, you should stay. I’ve been meaning for you to learn more about the actual adoption process,” Jeff said.

It took a while to fill out all of the paperwork, but once they did, Jeff said, “perfect. Now there’s just the home visit and you’ll be all set.”

Harry looked over at Malfoy and Malfoy looked at him, both realizing at the same time what a bad idea it was to have a muggle come to his house.

“I’ll do it,” Malfoy volunteered quickly.

“Your shift is almost over,” Jeff said, looking at the clock on the wall. “I can take care of it.”

“That’s alright,” he said. “I don’t mind. We’re old,” he broke off, glancing at Harry, “friends,” he finished a bit awkwardly. “I’m helping him make sure he has everything he needs anyway.”

The other man nodded, "If you're sure."

"I'm sure," he said, nudging Harry out of the office.

Malfoy helped him to buy supplies for her, laughing as Harry picked out far more toys and treats for her than he thought was necessary. The sales associate helped them to box everything up and Malfoy helped him carry everything out of the store. "How far do we have to walk?" Malfoy asked.

"Just a couple of blocks," Harry said. "Do you want me to take that?" he asked, offering him Penelope's leash in exchange.

He shook his head, "It's fine." He hoisted the box a little higher in his arms.

"Do you live near here, too?" he asked, watching Penelope trot along tail wagging as she sniffed.

"About twenty minutes by bus."

He couldn't help but chuckle, "Draco Malfoy riding a muggle bus, who would have thought it?"

But the other man didn't seem to find that amusing, he frowned, "I'm not the person you remember."

"No," Harry said quickly, "I know," he added. "I wasn't trying to say anything unkind."

"Sorry," Malfoy replied, shaking his head slightly, "It's been a while since I've seen anyone from the wizarding world." He paused then added, "People from the past don't generally say kind things."

Harry hummed, "The wizarding world is full of hypocrites and people unwilling to see the wrong they themselves have done." He shook his head, "It's a lot. It's why I left."

He nodded to the door ahead of them, "This is my house," he added.

"It's nice," Draco said.

"Thanks," he grinned as he opened the door. "Sorry, I didn't realize that I would be having company or I would have cleaned up a little more," he added as he let Malfoy inside.

He took the harness off of her and let her investigate her surroundings.

"Did you say that you aren't expecting company?" Malfoy asked.

"Yeah," Harry said, keeping one eye on the dog as he started setting up her little bed and basket of toys.

"But it's your birthday," he said.

"Yeah," he mumbled.

Malfoy stared at him for a long moment before clearing his throat, "Do you have a back yard?"

"Yes," he said, glad for the change of subject, "This way," he added, nodding toward the back door. "It's fenced in but it's not very big, I'll take her on walks," he hastened to add as he opened the door. Penelope wandered out and started sniffing around and something warm unfurled in Harry's chest just watching her.

The other boy glanced out the door and nodded, "This is fine, it passes the inspection."

"Good," Harry said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Come on, Penny," he called and the little dog perked her head up and came dashing across the yard and back into the house."

"Penny, huh?" Malfoy asked with an amused little smile.

"For short," Harry nodded.

"I like it," he said as they turned and headed inside. "Well, I'll get out of your hair-"

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Harry asked without really thinking about why.

Malfoy's brow furrowed, "Do you want me to?"

He shrugged one shoulder, "Only if you want to." When Malfoy didn't reply immediately he shook his head, "Never mind, it's silly. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm lonely, ignore me."

"No. I'd," he swallowed, "I'd like to stay for dinner, if you wanted. I just couldn't imagine that you'd want..." he trailed off.

"We're not the boys we were," Harry said, holding out a hand, "Harry Potter."

After a heartbeat Draco reached out and clasped his hand, "Draco Malfoy."

"Do you like pizza?" Harry asked.

He nodded, "As long as you don't put peppers on it."

"Done," he replied as Penny came over and put her paws up on his leg. He scooped her up and smiled, thinking for the first time in a long time that maybe everything was going to turn out alright.

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Sorry friends, this one really got away from me. It's super long. I hope that you still enjoy it! <3 Lots of love, -c

Day 107: Charge | Day 109: Coffee Shop

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the romance checklist:

summary: a chance meeting with kageyama has you striking up a bet to see if one of you could fall in love with the other before the year was up. cue the romance checklist, a piece of paper that molded your fate and his.

pairing: kageyama tobio x g!n reader

word count: 3.2k

genres + themes: literally pure fluff, reader is a first-year karasuno student, reader is also kind of a romantic

warnings: none

a/n: so this is my first time writing for kageyama and i know he's probably pretty out of character, so my apologies!! this was inspired off some headcannons i wrote for one of my irl friends, and this wiki-how article which i used to structure the actual checklist! to all my lovely kags simps, this is for you <3 (also to all the people who hate angst, you lucked out bc i was about to add an angst part but got lazy)

You had never thought a trip to the vending machine could be so eventful.

It had been lunch break, and you found yourself wandering towards the machine, money in hand as your eyes trailed the snacks. It had become routine to sneak away during lunch hours for this, enjoying the fresh autumn breeze as you bought your snacks. It had always given you time to think and the time to recompose yourself when you didn’t have a clue what to do.

Usually it also provided you with time alone.

That wasn’t the case today though. Standing in front of the vending machines was Kageyama Tobio, frantically pushing the button for milk with a grumpy sort of scowl on his face. From the distance you stood, you could make out his height and the way he tapped his foot continuously, as if he didn’t have the time to wait for the milk to be dispensed from the spot.

Strolling up to the spot, you stood silently next to him, watching the way he retrieved the milk from the slot wordlessly as he walked away, not even a glance in your direction.

You knew full well who he was. In fact, you could barely walk through the halls of school without hearing a murmur about the prodigy setter and his closed off ways. The girls found him intriguing from afar, and while they never dared to approach him, they all wanted to.

You hadn’t really understood what they saw in him. He was average...if not below that in academics, and he seemed to dedicate most of his time to volleyball, not caring much for other people. He didn’t seem to have many friends, and was almost always grumpy.

All of this should’ve been reason enough to avoid him, and yet you couldn’t help but be intrigued. There was something about him that was different. You just needed to find out what that was.

The next day came around, and sure enough, he stood at the machine again, toe-tapping as his milk was dispensed from the slot. This time his eyes scanned the courtyard as if he was seeking something before they finally landed on you.

You weren’t prepared for the full impact of his gaze. It was calculated and pointed, with some sort of intent that was expressed in every inch of those dark blue eyes. You weren’t put off by it.

In fact, it was charming in its own way.

“Are you looking for something Kageyama?” You asked as you walked towards him, pulling a few yen out of your pocket. “You’re staring.”

“I’m not.” He deadpanned, his eyes still trained on you as you selected a snack from the machine’s buttons. “I see you everywhere. Who are you?”

You hadn’t expected that. You knew he was observant...when it came to volleyball specifically, but never realized how it translated anywhere else. “I’m Y/L/N Y/N.”

You weren’t sure what else to say to him. Gently grabbing your snack, you politely nodded at him before leaving him behind, the thoughts rapidly accumulating in your brain. Did he notice you the entire time? Why did he ask? Did he know something? Was he planning to use you as some example to the other girls who wanted to know him?

You wish you had an answer.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t think of any.

It had been two weeks since you had met Kageyama by the vending machines. It had now become routine to expect him there during your lunch breaks, milk box in hand as he regarded your very presence with something that felt a whole lot like curiosity. Every now and then he’d offer commentary on the mundane happenings of Karasuno, or ask about you, but you weren’t sure how you could hold a conversation with just these things.

“Kageyama.” You nodded, strolling towards the machine as you always did. He whipped around almost immediately, offering a solemn nod in return, clutching his milk box.

“Y/L/N.” He murmured, taking a sip of his box.

“Have you ever thought about love?” You found yourself asking, internally screaming at the word choice. Great, now he was going to think that you were some crazy person.

“I think so…?.” Was what he offered in response. His features seemed to soften at this question though as he scrunched his brows in thought. “What type of love?”

You raised a brow at him in question. “Kageyama...what type of love are you talking about?”

“Well...I love volleyball and milk.” He shrugged. “That counts.”

“That...wasn’t the type I was referring to.” You said, suppressing the laughter that bubbled into your chest. “I was talking about the other kind.”

“The other kind is stupid.” Kageyama replied instantaneously. “There’s nothing special to it.”

You felt confusion seep into your system before you quieted it, letting your mind wander. With Kageyama’s status, you assumed that he’d at least thought of the concept at least once, although it seemed that he’d never even pondered the idea altogether!

“You’d have to feel it to come to that conclusion,” you countered, “Have you?”

“No,” he scoffed, “It’s still stupid.”

“Why?” You asked, feeling the curiosity surface. “Any specific reason?”

“Why would anyone want to dedicate all their time to another person?” Kageyama asked straight back, his gaze unwavering. “I just don’t see the point.”

You stared back at him, feeling the challenge bubble in your veins. “I bet...I can make you fall in love with someone by the end of the school year.”

At that moment, the boy in front of you looked thoroughly surprised, throwing his empty milk box at the garbage can nearby. He seemed speechless to some extent, as if he wasn’t able to process the words that had just left your mouth.

“And what happens if you can’t?” He asked, hesitantly bringing his gaze to your face. “What then?”

“I’ll buy you milk for a whole month.” You placed your hands on your hip as you kept your glare firm. “I stick to that.”

“Okay then,” he sighed, “Game on.”

With a shake of your hands, you cemented your fate.

You would win that bet. That much was certain.

“What’s this Y/L/N?” Kageyama asked, pointing at the piece of paper you held at him. “How are you going to win a bet with this?”

The two of them stood in the courtyard of Karasuno, the fresh autumn breeze rippling the paper you held in your hand. It had been a good day so far, and Kageyama had surprisingly stuck to his resolve, meeting you at the vending machine when he could’ve easily avoided you.

It was always more fun to challenge a competent opponent.

“This is the romance checklist.” You grinned proudly. “This has all the things we need to get you to fall in love.”

“How is it fair if you don’t do the checklist’s things too?”

“Well, that’s why I’m doing them with you.” You responded, already anticipating these types of questions. “I drafted the checklist off of the things I’ve observed over the years that should totally lead to feelings of love!”

“Whatever.” Kageyama said, his blue eyes scanning the paper’s contents. “How do you plan to do this?”

“We follow the steps.” You nodded. “Since I’m doing this with you, it’ll be foolproof.”

“Y/L/N...what if we competed against each other?” He mumbled. “We follow the checklist and use it against each other. Whoever falls in love first loses.”

“Do you really want to risk that?” You smirked, “That’s a bold move you’re making.”

Kageyama stood up straighter at this, the challenge burning deep in his eyes. “I’m going to win, so it won’t be an issue.”

“Suit yourself,” you grinned. “I’ll be winning this anyways.”

He simply smirked as he looked down at the paper, the promise of a challenge fresh and bright between them.

STEP ONE: MEET SOMEONE

After a long time, you had finally gotten some free time away from schoolwork and the obligations that pinned you down. It was a rare occurrence with the amount of pressure that the college prep class placed on you, and you intended to make the most of it.

You found yourself on the pathway of a cafe you used to frequent in the summer with your friends. It had always been a place to collect your thoughts and let your worries float away with every sip of one of the immaculately crafted beverages that they offered there. You felt your lips twitch in an involuntary smile at the memories.

“Y/L/N?” You heard a voice call out, a shocking contrast to the normal chattering you heard within the shop. Looking up, you were met with Kageyama’s eyes, narrowed and confused as you sat at the table frozen. “What are you here for?”

“It's a break for me,” you shrugged, “I come here all the time. I haven’t seen you here before.”

“They have good drinks,” Kageyama replied bluntly. A few beats of silence passed between them, with neither of them knowing what to add to the conversation.

“You can sit down with me.” You offered, gesturing to the empty seat across from you. “The more the merrier.”

He didn’t question this as he slid into the seat, fingers drumming on the table as he looked at the window. From your point of view, it was almost picturesque the way he managed to appear. His blue eyes were focused on the trees outside, and his posture was ever so casual and relaxed as he sat there, as if he had no other care in the world.

It was unfair how model-like he managed to appear, even despite the fact he wasn’t trying.

Ah. Perhaps this is what the girls at school noticed.

Once the drinks arrived at your table, the two of them drank in comfortable silence, admiring the flavors on their tongues as their surroundings continued on as normal. You didn’t feel the need to contribute anything to the silence, finding it calming in its own right.

“So Kageyama, are you feeling anything yet?” You teased, setting down your half-empty cup.

“No.” He admitted, setting down his drink as well. “I am supposed to?”

“Well technically no, but it’d be good if you did.” You chuckled, finding amusement in the cluelessness of his ways. “Step one of the romance checklist: meet somebody.”

“We already met though.” He countered, “How does this count as anything?”

“Well, we just encountered each other out of nowhere.” You smiled, “That counts as a meeting in my book.”

He wrapped his mind around this information, nodding solemnly. “I guess so then. I still don’t feel anything.”

“Neither do I.” You said, willing the slight butterflies in your stomach to subside. It was really nothing. This was simply a chance meeting, nothing more than luck and fate that had you encounter each other today of all days.

You shouldn’t have been affected this quickly. You felt far too warm, far too...fuzzy, for a meeting of chance. It was simply far too intimate.

Well, it seemed that Kageyama had gotten the one upon you at this stage.

You’d beat him next time. You knew you would.

STEP TWO: FLIRT

“You look good today Kags,” you smirked, feeling a sense of satisfaction creep up in your veins at his flushed cheeks,

Over the course of the weeks spent together, you had been able to learn more about the mysterious boy in front of you and had even formed a friendship of sorts. For starters, he was flustered very easily, which is why you decided to make your move so early in the morning.

“I look like how I do every day, dumbass!” He growled, the red deepening in his cheeks when you merely winked in response.

Ah yes. He tended to insult those he befriended. That was yet another endearing thing about the boy in front of you.

“No, something is different today,” you commented, “Did you do something with your hair?”

“No,” he frowned, the flush never subsiding from his cheeks. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I’m just saying genuine things you know.” You laughed, punching his shoulder casually. “Besides, I think I’m succeeding so far.”

“Succeeding? This is that stupid checklist again, isn’t it?” He sighed. “Step two: flirting. What is the point of this again?”

“It’s to show interest.” You remarked. “Besides, if you want me to fall for you, you’re going to at least have to act like you’re interested in me. I know it’s working on you so far.”

“No it’s not!” He yelled, although the defense was half-hearted. You knew he was merely putting up a front. You could tell it from his body posture alone.

You had the upper hand right now.

You waved him goodbye as you entered the Karasuno grounds, climbing the stairs to reach your class as he walked in the opposite direction. Even if you had the upper hand right now, you knew that you had to be on-guard the rest of the day.

If there was one thing you knew very well in the time you had spent with Kageyama, it was that he was extremely competitive. There was no way he’d ever go down without a fierce fight, especially when a month’s worth of milk was on the line.

You had been absolutely right to doubt him.

When lunchtime rolled around, he stood at the vending machine like he always did, leaning against it casually as he waited for you, his focus placed on the entrance.

The first thing you noticed was how calm he was. There was none of his usual frantic energy or the practiced insults that you threw back at one another. He simply stood there, content, as he watched you make your entrance.

The second thing you noticed was how an unconscious smile crept onto his face when you waved at him and slipped away the minute your eyes darted to his mouth. He sipped his milk casually, although you knew that internally, he was definitely scheming.

He could be a gremlin if left untapped.

You were about to purchase your snack in silence, thinking about all the ways he could win against you when you felt his hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw him holding out a container of your favorite snack, handing it to you wordlessly.

What?

“I thought I would get it today,” he shrugged, taking a sip of his milk. “You’ve bought me milk sometimes. It’s only fair.”

He didn’t consider it much of a big deal, but you felt your heart begin to accelerate in its pace at the thoughts that came flying into your head.

He had paid attention to your favorite snack? He had actually cared about when you bought him milk?

He noticed all of this?

“You...have a nice smile.” He mumbled, a flush rising onto his cheeks once again. You felt yourself fluster a bit at the compliment, not used to hearing it that often.

“Uhhh thanks.” You exhaled, not knowing how to respond to such an out-of-the-blue remark. “Your smile looks a lot like the Cheshire cat you know.”

For a moment his face was contorted into an expression of horror before he laughed a bit, the low chuckles sending heat straight to your cheeks.

Damn it. His laugh was adorable.

It was a low chiming sound, but it still managed to uplift your spirits in the brief time that you heard it. It was absolutely perfect.

You’d like to hear it again if you could.

A small smile was on his face as he looked to the ground, thinking about something while you took the time to really look at him. Behind the stone exterior, was someone talented, clueless, and amusing in every way you could possibly imagine.

You noticed how his posture mirrored yours, and the way how he smiled when your eyes finally met his own.

Damn it! He got the one-up on you. Again.

STEP THREE: GO ON THRILLING DATES

“Tobio! Let’s go on this one!” You yelled as you dragged him towards the large rollercoaster that caught your eye.

It was a beautiful Saturday with the most perfect weather. Sunny skies met a fresh breeze as you dragged Kageyama around the amusement park you had insisted on going to together. He kept with your quick pace as you went from ride to ride, never once letting go of his hand.

If anything, you were more confused why he didn’t comment on the fact that you had been holding hands that long. Rather he silently followed you from ride to ride, occasionally commenting on how small it looked for them.

From where you stood, the rollercoaster looked positively incredible with the multiple loops and drops in its track. This certainly fit the bill for thrilling. Maybe Kageyama could finally agree to ride this one.

“Y/N, do we really have to do this one?” He asked, his gaze not tearing away from the ride. “Doesn’t it look a bit too small for us?”

“Well if it’s too small, then we can still ride it as a joyride, don’t you think?” You grinned as you shoved him into the line of the coaster. Soon enough, it was your turn as you were ushered into the seats while the employees strapped you and Kageyama into the rollercoaster.

The wait was excruciating, with every second that passed sending a wave of anticipation and adrenaline through your system. Looking to your side, you saw Kageyama’s face, which was composed, even though his fingers drummed rapidly on the bar.

Was he nervous?

Hesitantly, you reached to clasp your hands together, relishing in the feeling of your palm on his as the rollercoaster suddenly began moving, bringing you up the tall lift hill.

“Tobio, are you okay?” You questioned as you neared the top, the grip he had on your hand tightening ever so slightly.

“I’m fine!” He yelled, just as the roller coaster fell over the lift hill, sending them into a plummeting drop.

You felt the exhilarating feeling of soaring as the ride propelled you forward, shouts of glee leaving your mouth ever so often. On the other hand, all you heard from Kageyama was the occasional shout of horror when they encountered yet another drop on the track, the grip he had on your hand deathly tight.

“Tobio! You’re afraid of rollercoasters?!” You shouted as you were guided into a loop.

“No I’m not!” He shouted back, shutting his eyes when he was finally upright again. “They just make me feel like I’m about to die!” When he opened his eyes, they first found yours in a look that was both petrified and fond. “I think I lost the bet!”

“You did what?!” You yelled as the wind rippled in your ears again.

“The bet Y/N! I think I’m in love with you!” He yelled. “I thought I should tell you before we die!”

You felt your heart soar at the words that had just been exchanged, a testament to the budding feelings you had felt for months around him.

“We’re not going to die.” You sighed as the ride finally slowed, feeling exhilarated as you smiled at him. “I love you too.”

Stepping off the rollercoaster, Kageyama was more silent than anything, red flush adorning his cheeks as you massaged soothing circles onto his hand. “We both lost it in the end.” You laughed.

“I think it was worth it,” he chuckled, the beautiful chime, showing you that he meant every word.

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Care and Trust: Chapter Two.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five -Chapter One

Summary: “--and he says to me ‘my birthday’s every year, dude,’” the shorter one --he’s got gentle green eyes and dark, wavy hair--laughs. “Like, if the bushel of lilyweed I caught him with wasn’t evidence enough--” He pauses when he sees you and Lin waiting, takes one look at your bag and table, then tries to book it. “Nope!”

The taller one grabs him by the shoulders. “Bolin, come on! It’ll be okay!”“Nope! I’m totally fi --agh!”

You wince sympathetically when the younger one cringes and jerks in pain, then step forward so you can get one arm behind him, then introduce yourself as you usher him into Lin’s office. “It’s nice to meet you, Bolin. Why not sit down for a minute, okay? Take a load off? Maybe” --you glance at Ryu-- “we could have a cup of tea?”

AKA you learn why you got called to Lin's office.

Pairing(s): Lin Beifong x Reader

Rating: T.

Word Count: 4.2k.

Also, a huge thank you to @chromecutie for beta reading this fic in addition to all the others in this series! I would not have had the confidence to post any of HTH if she hadn’t assured me that I was doing the characters justice.

Lin’s office is a real, proper office; go figure, she’s the Chief of Republic City’s entire police force. It’d be weird if she didn’t have a proper office.

It’s an expansive, long room, with wrought iron support beams and a dark, wood panelled ceiling. A desk sits in the center of the room, right across from double doors. There’s a leather chair that looks like it’s worth more than your apartment behind the desk, as well as one to the side of the desk (presumably for visitors or reporting officers).

There’s a small sitting area to the left of the doors. Two couches are positioned across from each other, with a metal coffee table in between. On the opposite wall is a wardrobe --you’re putting money on a second set of armor and some clean casual clothes, given the horror stories Lin’s told you about messy crime scenes.

Aside from a third couch tucked into the corner of the room --it looks luxuriously padded, and you’re also putting money on Lin sleeping on that couch during long haul shifts--and a vase to the right of the double doors, the rest of the room is entirely utilitarian. Filing cabinets, bookshelves, a few boxes with active case files in them.

It’s Lin to a tee. Thoroughly practical, borderline spartan, but what is there is more than you could afford in a lifetime.

You politely turn down Ryu’s offer of tea or coffee, then set your massage table and bag on the floor. You pace a short circuit back and forth, mentally filing through what you know about Lin and how her body bears out physical stress. Any injury is liable to have aggravated her hip, given the body’s tendency to compensate to avoid pain. Combine that with her scars and her left side’s propensity to knot up… she’ll probably need some stretching and healing work before I could even try to adjust her--

The doors open again --and in walks Lin Beifong.

You cross your arms over your chest and cock your head back. “Let me guess --you didn’t have time to see a healer earlier, and now it’s biting you in the ass.”

Lin’s eyebrows spike to her hairline. She blinks, then holds up her hand. “Whoa, no. I’m fine.”

“Cut the hippobullshit, Lin. Your personal secretary called me here--”

“It’s not for me,” Lin interjects. She glances behind her, then closes the doors before continuing. “It’s… for one of the younger officers. Something of a situation.”

Your brows draw together as you frown. “If they’re seriously injured, they should go to the hospital--”

“No, no, it’s not like that. He was…” Lin grimaces as her voice trails off, “...advised to see someone like you after getting injured during the dock explosion debacle, but he’s… not comfortable with the thought of getting adjusted.”

“Oh.” You blink, wind going out of your sails as the panic ebbs. “And… your assistant called me…”

“I asked her to,” Lin clarifies. “I know I can trust you to handle this right.”

Something warm and heavy settles in your chest at the thought that Lin trusts you, especially with the well-being of someone that’s clearly important to her. You gulp hard and ignore the way your eyes are starting to sting. “Oh. Thanks.”

The sound of footsteps and chatter outside Lin’s office draws both your attention.

Ryu opens the doors and lets two young men in --one shorter and stocky, the other taller, leaner.

“--and he says to me ‘my birthday’s every year, dude,’” the shorter one --he’s got gentle green eyes and dark, wavy hair--laughs. “Like, if the bushel of lilyweed I caught him with wasn’t evidence enough--” He pauses when he sees you and Lin waiting, takes one look at your bag and table, then tries to book it. “Nope!”

The taller one grabs him by the shoulders. “Bolin, come on! It’ll be okay!”

“Nope! I’m totally fi --agh!”

The assistant smiles knowingly, nods, then slips out of the room.

“Okay, sure,” Bolin concedes, still wincing. “But I promise, I’m totally fine.”

You hold up your hands and take a seat on the other side of the coffee table. “Understood.” You staunchly ignore the way your pulse spikes when Lin sits next to you --Spirits, the effect this woman has on you--and turn your attention to the other man. You introduce yourself and extend your hand.

He takes it --firm grip, but not painful. “I’m Mako.” He nods to the younger man. “I’m his brother.”

“Ah, wonderful.” You smile warmly at the brothers. “How long have you two been on the force?”

***

It’s easy to get the boys talking --or, rather, it’s easy to get Bolin talking.

Mako’s a harder platypusbear egg to crack, but there are small things to pick up on; the way he frowns whenever Bolin winces in pain, for instance, tells you he’s genuinely concerned about his brother. He sits a little straighter whenever he looks over at Lin, but he’s not sweating or cowering in front of her, which you take to mean that he wants to impress her, to earn her approval.

He’s also watching you closely --which is fair, considering you likely scare his brother.

You meet his scrutiny with a relaxed, polite smile and do your best to convey ‘I’m here to help, please trust me,’ through your eyes and posture.

Bolin’s far more relaxed around Lin --almost remarkably so. He leans back against the couch as much as he comfortably can, and actually jokes with her (or tries to, but he doesn’t seem deterred whenever Lin doesn’t respond with more than a twitch of an eyebrow).

You also catch him looking towards Lin whenever he talks about an aspect of his job, a hopeful smile on his face, which then broadens every time she nods or confirms whatever he’s saying.

Honestly, it’s adorable.

(Lin’s also an interesting one to watch in all of this. She’s still as stoic as ever, but she doesn’t roll her eyes at Bolin’s lame jokes or talk down to Mako despite him being miles lower in rank than her. If anything, the air you’re getting from her is… warm. Almost maternal.

It’s wonderful to see.)

“I’ve been studying for the detective’s exam, though,” Bolin chirps with a bright smile. “Mako says I’m doing pretty good.”

You grin, then shoot a playful glance at Lin. “And your thoughts, Chief?”

Lin smirks and crosses her arms over her chest. “They’re both green --but, with time and training, they’ll be excellent members of the police force.”

There’s no missing the way both boys glow under Lin’s praise; Bolin outright beams, and while Mako’s more subtle, you still catch the small, pleased smile that flickers across his features.

You smile.

There’s a brief pause in the conversation when Ryu walks in with a tea set. She sets it on the coffee table between the two benches, then leaves with a nod when Lin waves her off.

You murmur a quiet “Thank you” when Lin fills your cup, then turn your attention back to Bolin. Time to try and make forward progress. “So, what happened to your neck?”

Bolin turns his head to look at you --and promptly winces. “What? What do you mean? How did you know?”

“You’re not the only detective,” you say with a wink. You smile when he chuckles, then gestures to his neck and head. “You’re compensating. You’re tilting your head to one side to avoid using the injured muscles. You probably didn’t even realize it.”

Bolin’s eyes widen. “Wait, seriously?” He tries to straighten his neck, then grimaces and lets out a yelp. “Ow!”

“Just leave it be for now,” you interject, holding one hand out to stop him. “You won’t be able to force it to straighten out on your own. Best leave it to the professionals.”

He offers you a weak smile. “And that’s you?”

You smile and nod. “That’s me. I’m a chiropractor and massage therapist; I specialize in scar tissue treatment and injury rehabilitation. Started my degree at Atege Medical University in the Northern Water Tribe, then finished it here at Republic City Medical University, and then I did my training here in Republic City at Kyoshi Rehabilitation Center. About… oh, five years ago, I moved to the Northern Moon Physical Therapy Facility.”

Mako raises one thick eyebrow in assessment. “So that’s… what, seven years?”

You snort. “Flattering, but no. Try closer to twelve. Medical school and residency takes a long time for chiropractors, too.” You spare a moment to watch Bolin --he’s paled since you’ve started talking about being a chiropractor, and the rest of his body’s gone tense--then try getting to the point once more. “What happened to your neck?”

He grimaces and rubs the side of his neck. “I was at the docks when the explosion went off. I didn’t get hit by the debris or anything, but the shockwave knocked a lot of us over.”

You nod along. “That makes sense. Considering how close you were, the shockwave might’ve been enough to throw something out of alignment.”

Bolin grimaces. He hesitates, then offers you a nervous smile. “Look, I appreciate you coming all the way out here, but I’m fine. I promise! I’ve had tons of injuries before --used to do competitive pro-bending, all that jazz. I know how to handle these kinds of things: a little heat, some stretching, and everything will clear up before too long.”

“Street beat’s a physically demanding job,” Lin interjects. She arches an eyebrow when Bolin opens his mouth, then continues when he closes it. “I can’t have you on the duty roster if you’re hobbled.”

“Not to mention that if something’s out of alignment, you could make it worse by stretching,” you add with a concerned frown. “And things are likely to get worse without treatment, too. I know this isn’t your favorite idea,” you say with a sympathetic smile, “but it really is best to handle things early before they become bigger problems down the road.”

“It’ll be okay,” Mako assures his younger brother. He puts one arm around Bolin’s shoulders. “Chief’s the one who called her in; she wouldn’t ask some quack.”

The corner of your mouth turns up at the commendation, but your mirth fades when you watch Bolin cover his face with shaking hands. You cock your head to the side, listening, then purse your lips when you hear a quiet sniffle. “What is it about adjustment that scares you so much?”

Bolin shrugs (and winces), then waves his hand dismissively with an unsteady smile. “Eh, it’s nothing. No big deal to let someone jerk around your neck like crazy; not like it’s gonna break or anything.” He grimaces, then ducks his head to hide the tears forming in his eyes. “That’d just be stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” you assure him. You duck your head so you can catch his gaze, then smile understandingly when he looks at you. “It’s not. Self-preservation is one of our most natural, baseline instincts. Besides, you’re hardly the first client to be scared of getting adjusted.”

Bolin straightens gingerly. “I’m not?”

You shake your head. “Not at all. I work with a lot of trauma patients; several of them have anxiety over being touched and adjusted. And I’ve had a lot of people ask me about snapping necks, believe it or not.”

Bolin turns his head to one side and assesses you warily. “And… what do you tell them?”

“The truth: I don’t use remotely enough force to snap a neck,” you say, “nor am I working at the right angles to cause a break. It’s not as easy as all the pulp fiction novels make it seem.” When Bolin doesn’t relax completely, you start mulling over other ideas to help convince him. Chances are he’s never been adjusted before, given how nervous he is, meaning he doesn’t have any previous experience to apply to what I’m saying. Short of letting him watch an adjustment-- You snap your fingers when a lightbulb turns on in your mind. “What if… what if you could watch me adjust someone else? That way, you’d be able to see that it’s perfectly safe.”

Bolin quirks his mouth to the side. “...I guess. It couldn’t hurt.”

You nod, then turn to Lin. “Would you be willing to let me adjust you, since you’ve already been through it all before?”

Lin nods without hesitation, then smirks. “I’m guessing I’ll need to take my armor off.”

“Well, since I’d rather adjust your back than crush my hand, yes,” you quip back. You shoot a reassuring smile at Bolin, then stand. “Let me set up my table.”

...

Bolin, for all his warmth and magnanimity, doesn’t coax along easily. It takes adjusting both Lin and Mako before he agrees to it (who has scarring in his left arm from a lightning injury that he got, according to him, while taking down Kuvira’s giant mechadroid less than half a year ago, and if you get a little too caught up in analyzing his injury and talking about treatment plans and Lin has to remind you --albeit subtly--that this is her office and she has work to do, well, it’s only a tribute to your commitment to your career.

Anyway.)

Between the three of you, though, you manage to get Bolin onto your massage table so you can start working on him.

He grunts as you dig into the muscles that run along his neck. “I know what you said about not using enough force, but it sounds like you’re breaking something.”

“I get it,” you laugh. “What you’re hearing, though, is the release of gas that builds up in the joints and tissue, plus the joints and ligaments being adjusted back into place.” You let up for a moment so you can reposition your thumbs, then press down again. “Okay, deep breath in… and out… good; just like that.”

Some light examination and prodding with your waterbender had revealed the culprits: stuck rib heads in the upper back, a few misaligned vertebrae in the neck, and some very irritated and inflamed muscles. Painful, but easy to fix with the right treatment.

You curl your fingers, using your waterbending to knead the muscles in Bolin’s right shoulder. “Oh, come on… I know you’re not happy, but if you could please relax for me…”

Bolin groans when the muscle finally unkinks. “Oh, yeah, that’s the spot.”

“I bet,” you laugh. You bend the rest of the water back into your skein, then put some oil on his skin and start working the spot with your hands.

“Is it hard to work around injuries?” he asks, voice slightly muffled by the massage table’s headrest.

You make the grunt equivalent of a shrug. “It depends on the location and what state of healing it’s in. Sometimes, it means I can’t do a normal adjustment --or do one at all, really; some injuries or scars mean that moving the joints and ligaments around would cause further damage to the site. Other times, it’s a matter of waiting until everything’s healed, and then I can do normal adjustments again.”

“How can you tell which to do --oooh, right there.”

Your lips turn up in a small smile, and you keep working a tense, knotted muscle in his upper back. “The patient’s medical history tells me a lot. X-Ray imaging helps, too, if there is any --and I can usually get a good feel for what’s wrong with my waterbending.” You keep going until the muscle releases, then pat Bolin’s shoulder. “Okay, I think you’re ready for adjustment.”

As expected, he tenses. His neck works as he gulps, and when he speaks again, his voice comes out high-pitched and thready. “Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t try if I didn’t think you’d adjust properly.” When Bolin doesn’t respond --or move--you kneel down so you can see his face through the hole in the head of the massage table. “Hey. It’s going to be okay. We’ll take this nice and slow, alright? I’ll tell you everything I’m going to do before I do it.”

Bolin nods, gulps again, then flips onto his back.

“I need you to sit up so I can put the adjustment board under your back.” You slip the board into place, then put a pillow under his head before having him shift lower on the table. “Okay, good. I’ll adjust your middle and upper back first, like I did on Lin. You might feel some discomfort in your upper back because of how the rib heads are stuck, alright?”

Bolin nods, then offers you a feeble smile. “You’re sure I’m not too heavy for you?”

You wink. “I’m stronger than I look. Whenever you’re ready, cross your arms over your chest.” Once he does what you ask, you adjust his arms so they’re in the right position. “Okay, curl your chin down against your chest… good. Alright, it’s gonna be just like how you saw on Lin. I’m gonna help lift you up, I’ll put my hand under your back, and then I’ll lay you down so I can adjust your back. Sound good?”

Bolin clenches his jaw, but meets your gaze and nods minutely.

“Alright. You ready?” When he nods again, you do exactly as you said you would --help Bolin curl upwards, put your hand under his back, against the board, then adjust the position of your arm around his shoulders. “Alright, deep breath in… and out.”

The series of adjustments up his spine go without a hitch. You grin down at Bolin after the last adjustment and congratulate him for doing so well. “You took that like a champ!”

Bolin blinks, startled, then smiles. “Eh, I’ve been told I’m a quick learner.”

“Oh, you’re an absolute natural.” You grin when he chuckles, then step towards the head of the table. “I’ll give you a minute before I do anything else, but is it okay if I feel around your neck to see where the tension is?”

Bolin pales. His eyes go misty, but he nods regardless.

You murmur a quiet “thank you,” then put one hand on each side of his neck and start prodding at the muscles. “Well, it’s better after the massage work and the adjustment.” You rub your thumb against his trapezius muscle, then grimace when it refuses to relax for you. “Actually…” You take your hands off his neck and rifle through your bag. “I think I’m going to use an activator on your neck, if you’re comfortable with that.”

“What’s that?” Bolin asks, voice fraught with panic.

You hold the device up for him to see. “I use it to tap the side of your neck; it helps loosen up your joints so that when I adjust you, we get you back to your full range of motion.” You fire the device so he can see, and your stomach sinks when you see tears well up in his eyes. “I can use it on your forearm, if you want, soyou can feel how hard it’s going to be.”

Bolin swallows hard, then nods. He holds his arm up --then blinks when you press the tip of the activator against his arm and fire it. “Oh. I thought it’d be a lot stronger than that.”

“Tui and La, no,” you say with a laugh. “The neck’s a delicate instrument; I’m not trying to make things worse for you.”

Bolin smiles shakily, but it slips back to a frown after a few seconds. “Is… Will it hurt?”

“I’ve never had a patient complain before,” you say, sincere. “I’d be stunned if you felt any pain whatsoever from this.” You smile reassuringly when he gives you a questioning look, then place the tip of the activator against his neck when he nods. “Alright. I’m going to tap you a few times on each side of the neck, then I’ll take another feel at what your joints and muscles are doing. Okay?”

“Can you… give me a minute?”

“Of course.” You pull the activator away from his neck, then place a hand on his shoulder when he inhales shakily. “Hey, deep breaths. You’re gonna be fine. I promise.” After a moment he nods again, and you press the activator back against his neck and fire it.

“...It kind of tickles.”

You let out a huff of laughter. “That’s a new one.” You finish working on both sides of his neck, then tuck the device back in your bag before putting your hands on his neck once more. “Alright, right now I’m just going to stretch your muscles some more and get your head into position, okay?”

Bolin clenches his fists at his side. “Could you --do you think you could give me a countdown before you, y’know, do it?”

“Uh…” You purse your lips, then shake your head. “I don’t think so, no. I don’t want you tensing right as I try to adjust you; you’re liable to get hurt that way.”

“It’ll be okay, kid,” Lin says when Bolin lets out a shaky breath. “I wouldn’t have called her if she wasn’t the best.”

You duck your head to hide a shy smile, then try to focus past the warm glow spreading through your chest. “Okay, Bolin. Deep breath; in through the nose, out through the mouth… good, just like that.” You slowly turn his neck, angling his head until you feel the right resistance. “Tilt your chin up; I’m gonna stretch your neck a little.” You tug gently until the muscles loosen, then surreptitiously keep working him to the proper angle. “Good… just stretching… feeling everything out…” You adjust the position of your hands on his neck. “Another deep breath in, then let it all out.” You wait for him to exhale --for his shoulders to relax--then jerk his head to the side.

Bolin grunts, then shoots you a wide eyed look. “You said you were just stretching me?”

You smile apologetically. “I needed to make sure you were relaxed. Makes things better for both you and me. Did you feel any pain?”

“No,” Bolin says after a moment of consideration. “It felt… pretty good, actually.”

“Good!” You start massaging the other side of his neck. “You think you’re still alive?”

He chuckles. “Pretty sure I’m still breathing, yeah.”

“Good stuff,” you joke right back. “Means less malpractice suits for me.” You grin when he laughs, then start stretching the other side of his neck. “Let’s do this side, and then I’ll do your lower back and get you back to work.”

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“Sorry that took so long.”

Lin waves a hand at your apology. “It’s fine. I figured the kid would take a while to calm down enough for an adjustment.” She offers you a small smile. “Thanks for making the trip up here.”

“Of course.” You resume packing up your things, then let out a quiet laugh. “Honestly, I’m just glad it wasn’t you that needed an adjustment. I damn near had a heart attack when the receptionist told me your assistant called.”

“I told you I was fine.”

You shoot Lin a flat, unimpressed stare. “Right, because you’re the type to always consider the limits and needs of your physical well being.” You roll your eyes when she merely arches an eyebrow at you, then zip the carrying case for your collapsible table shut. “How does the department handle billing?”

“Send the bill to my assistant,” Lin answers, writing down the proper mailing address on a slip of paper before handing it over to you. “She’ll file it with the department’s insurance company. The department will pay out the rest.”

You nod and reach out to take the paper--

Lin holds it back. “Write the bill for all three adjustments. Clear?”

You smirk and pluck the paper out of her fingers. “Pay me more. Fine by me.” You grin when she rolls her eyes, then cast your gaze down to her desk.

It’s a nice desk. Solid, polished wood, with engravings and etchings of Earth Kingdom style patterns.

Unbidden, images of Lin fucking you on her desk --bending you over it, laying you out on your back, sitting in her chair while you bury your face between her legs--flood your name.

Lin either picks up on the spike in your pulse, or maybe she knows your facial expressions well enough to know when you’re horny. Either way, she smirks up at you. “Problem?”

“No…” You absently trace your fingers along the edge of her desk, then shoot her an impish smile before grabbing your things. “Call me when you have a free night.”

You can hear Lin chuckle behind you as you walk out of her office.

#sass writes #lin beifong x reader #next week will be more smut #because we must have our character development and massage therapy before we have smut #aka i'm projecting how much want a massage again #my back hurts lol #also this is my first time writing mako and bolin so be nice pls #the hands that heal #legend of korra

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stxrrywildflower · 3 years

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can’t help falling in love (three)

pairing - george weasley x reader

summary - you invite george to be your date to your sisters wedding

warnings - mentions of family/home issues, fighting, deep talks, mentions of anxiety

word count - 3.7k

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“george i don’t think i can do this,” you breathed out. “i haven’t had a proper meal like this with my family in years.”

george woke you up just a few hours ago. he knew you didn’t want to sleep for too long but also realized how much you needed your rest.

you got dressed right away, probably getting ready far too early than you needed to, but you were just so incredibly nervous. you knew there was a strong chance the conversation was going to be turned to you and or george.

still at the desk, george stopped his tinkering immediately, setting down the supplies he was working with to turn to you.

“is everything alright love?” george didn’t want to make any assumptions on your emotions at the moment.

your eyes darted back and forth. “i-i don’t know,” you admited.

george was up and out of his chair in an instant. he took a seat on the bed, patting the space beside him for you to sit down.

you took a seat where he motioned for you to do so. you didn’t say anything at first, not exactly knowing how to put what you were feeling into words. george seemed to understand as he didn’t push you to say anything or start a conversation.

“i just don’t know how i’m going to deal with being with my family. i know it’s stupid for me to get worked up over this but it’s just tough.”

“y/n it’s not stupid. we don’t have to go to this dinner. i have a multitude of excuses i’ve used at hogwarts that can be applied to this as well. and there’s always the prank option, i’m sure i can stir something up if needed,” george started. “your feelings and your well-being matters more then a dumb meal.”

you thanked him quietly, mind still swirling with your thoughts about the night ahead.

“and i swear, if anything happens during dinner that makes you uncomfortable, we’ll leave. you do not owe them anything, especially with the way they’ve treated you.”

“but they’re my family...” you trailed off, feeling slightly guilty.

george moved his hand up to your cheek, turning your head to look at him. “hey, none of that,” he spoke. “yes they may be your family but that does not excuse their attitudes. you deserve more than that y/n.”

“now come here,” george smiled softly. he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him as his hand moved to run up and down your arm. you leaned into his touch, resting your head under his chin as you allowed your eyes to flutter shut.

“thank you george,” you mumbled, hand moving to stoke the back of his palm. “it means a lot.”

“always y/n. but seriously, we don’t have to go if you don’t want to. i’m sure there’s some place to eat we can find around here,” george offered.

you shook your head. “i think i can make it through.”

george hummed in response. “alright, love. should we head downstairs?”

“yeah let’s go,” you stood up, extending your hand out to george who took it to get up as well.

you took lead in going downstairs first and made your way towards the living room.

“grammy!” you exclaimed, moving forward to hug your grandmother who had just arrived. “ah there’s my favorite little witch,” your grandmother beamed.

you smiled at the nickname. it had been a common one since you got your hogwarts letter.

george barreled down the stairs right after you.

“a weasley!” your grandmother exclaimed. she noticed right away from the ginger hair and familiar facial features. “i can’t believe you brought a weasley home. ah that’s so exciting! now which one are you?”

“george,” he answered with a smile, also moving to hug your grandmother. “fred and the others are back at school.”

“ah george, you and your brother always mix me up. it’s really good to see you, i hope your family is doing well.”

“they are, thank you,” george replied.

you didn’t have time to delve in your conversation about school as your normally would. your grandmother loved hearing about hogwarts, it had been awhile since she was there. while your houses were different, she was a ravenclaw, she still found the different changes extremely interesting.

“dinner!” jasper, your sisters fiancé, had called as he walked in the room. “hey y/n.”

“hey jasper,” you greeted with a small wave. “this is george by the way.”

jasper greeted george with a firm handshake before repeating his prior message. “i think your mum wants us in now so i would hurry.”

you and george took a seat at one end of the table. he was to your left, claiming he was ‘too tall’ to sit in the middle. you didn’t mind, george was your guest after all.

“so cress, what’s your plans for tomorrow?” your mom asked.

you zoned out for the majority of the conversation, not really wanting to listen to your sister go on and on about everything. george didn’t really pay attention either, choosing to rather turn to you and talk about summer break. it wasn’t for a few more months but he figured it would be a good topic to discuss.

“you’re coming home with us again, right? i honestly think my mum is planning on it unless you tell her otherwise,” he spoke.

you nodded. “i think this has been enough family time for the year. as long as i’m welcome i’m there.”george grinned, clearly satisfied with your answer.

“george,” the conversation was then turned to your mock-boyfriend. “why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself? i feel like we haven’t had any time to get to know you.”

“well,” george started, turning to face your family. “i go to hogwarts with y/n. i’m a middle child and a twin so technically i have four older brothers when you factor in the fact that i’m the younger twin. y/n and i are in the same year and same house so we have a lot of classes together-”

“wait houses? which one are you two in again?”

“gryffindor,” george answered with a smile. “it’s the house of the lion. i think our three house traits are courage, chivalry, and determination.” he turned to you for confirmation on the last part to which you nodded.

george ran through the rest of the information like it was rehearsed. your entire family seemed pretty enveloped in his story, all except for cass who was visibly becoming more agitated by the minute.

“anyways!” cass soon interrupted. george raised an eyebrow towards her, clearly taken back by being cut off. you leaned across to rest your hand on top of his. “don’t worry about her,” you whispered.

“jasper, is everything ready with your wedding party?”

you frowned. a wedding party was the one thing you didn’t thoroughly explain well enough to george.

george turned to you for that exact reason, asking with a confused tone, “what’s a wedding party again?”

“you don’t know what a wedding party is? geez do you live under a rock?” cress scoffed from the opposite end of the table.

“cress,” you warned, already feeling your blood pressure rising. you could handle a few bitchy comments but when she came for george, well that was a different story.

your sister narrowed her eyes at you. “what?”

“george comes from what we can a pure blood family. both of his parents are wizard born meaning he is a one-hundred wizard. they don’t know about a lot of the things we do. so if you could calm down and cut him a little-” you tried to explain only for your sister to have finally had it.

“god, can you just shut up about magic for once? we get it you have powers but can you please stop talking about it. this is supposed to be my weekend and my special day. you’re ruining it y/n. god, you shouldn’t even be here.”

the table went dead quiet, no one quite knowing how to reply to the outburst your sister had nor your reaction.

instinctively, you turned to george. his eyes met yours and he just knew. with a gentle hand, he guided you up and out of your seat.

“thank you for dinner, it was lovely.”

with that, george was leading you out of the dining room with his hand on the small of your back.

you made it outside and to a more private section of the yard before you broke. a combination of tears and sobs racked your body. you were far too emotional right now to even feel embarrassed.

george held you close to him, both arms wrapped protectively around your body as you cried. he didn’t mind that his jumper was getting stained with tears, it was more important to him that you were okay.

“i hate it. i hate it so much,” you sobbed. “she hates me so much for no good reason.”

“shhh, it’s okay,” george murmured. “let it out.”

you didn’t know how long the two of you were out there. everything just felt a little fuzzy at the moment.

your tears eventually dried out, a range of hiccups following. george, in turn, moved his hand to run up and down your back. “sorry to let it all out on you.”

“hey,” george pulled away to get you to look at him. “none of that. it’s okay y/n, i promise.”

you nodded, letting out a deep sigh as your head fell again.

george thumbed away the final few tears that fell down your cheeks. “i’m here for you always. i just want you to know that.”

you squeezed his hand gently, conveying a silent ‘thank you’ as you don’t exactly trust your voice at the moment.

“why don’t we go for a ride,” george offered. “to clear your head.”

through teary eyes you looked up towards your friend. “george, neither of us can drive well enough for it to be considered legal. besides, we don’t even have a car.”

a wicked grin passed over george’s face. “i might have planned ahead,” he spoke.

you quirked an eyebrow. you weren’t entirely surprised at his words but you were a little nervous.

“i might have snuck our brooms in our luggage....”

you smacked his arm gently. “george! mcgonagall said no magic. did you even listen to what she said?”

“hey hey hey, brooms aren’t technically magic,” he started. “kids are learning to fly and play quidditch even before they go to hogwarts.”

you thought about it for a moment. “i mean when you put it that way,” you trailed off. george jumped up the second you finished speaking, extending his hands out towards you to pull you up.

george raced inside and up the stairs, returning just moments later with your coats and familiar broomsticks you used for quidditch.

“if mcgonagall finds out i’m blaming you,” you commented.

“fine by me. i’m sure she won’t be surprised.”

you left the house once again, not bothering to stop back in to tell your family where you were going or when you would be back. frankly, you didn’t really care either.

the london air met you with open arms. it was pretty dark out allowing for you and george to be practically unseen on your brooms. you followed george’s lead up into the sky until you were at a comfortable distance to go side by side.

“so!” george shouted. “where do you want to go?”

you shrugged. “don’t know! i’m following you.”

you flew around for close to an hour, diving up and through the clouds and back down again. as the city slowly shut down for the night, george stopped again.

“you want to go talk somewhere? i may know a place,” he spoke.

“let’s go.”

george flew down to the famous london bridge. your eyes widened slightly as his plan clicked in your mind.

you touched down at on one of the top platforms which was thankfully out of view from anyone not in the air. in other words, you were practically hidden.

“damn georgie, didn’t think we would be up here. how much trouble would we be in if we got caught?”

“don’t know,” george spoke. “and don’t want to think about it. all i know is that no one can see us so we should be fine.”

after laying your broom down, you took a seat next to george on the roof-like platform. he was clearly deep in thought, knees drawn up to his chest with an arm wrapped around them.

“what’s on your mind?”

“eh it’s nothing, just thinking about some family stuff,” george answered.

“everything alright?”

“yeah yeah yeah, everyone’s good. besides, this was supposed to be for you.”

you frowned at that. “george, come on. you can talk to me about anything. you’ve done the same for me. what’s on your mind?”

“i don’t want to bother.”

“george,” you warned again. “if this makes you feel better, i could use a distraction.”

it took him a few minutes to say anything. you didn’t mind at all. george’s insecurities weren’t exactly something new, it took him a bit to muster up the courage to even admit he had them.

just as you had moved onto watching the people below on the bridge, george finally said what was on his mind.

“i just feel like i’m always second best, you know?”

you turned to him with slight sympathy in your eyes though you did understand, to some extent, exactly what he was saying.

it’s always been ‘fred and george’ and never ‘george and fred.’ you said it that way, teachers, parents, other kids did too. everyone knew them as fred and george and not the other way around.

sure it was something as simple as name flow but it did get to him at times. almost like he was placed behind his brother.

“it’s just i-i come from a big family-”

“no kidding,” you joked. “sorry sorry, continue.”

george smiled at your words, the corners of his lips upturning. it made your heart full seeing him happy.

“i mean ron and fred are the closer siblings and then then the three older are the same. bill and charlie are off working and percy has his job at the ministry. i know ginny and i are closer but just when you look at the percentages, i always just feel like i’m kinda forgotten.”

it went quiet again. george had just revealed a lot about how he was feeling and you wanted - needed - to chose your words carefully.

“sorry i know that sounds stupid,” he apologized, partially to fill the void.

you turned to him. “it’s not stupid george. like you told me earlier, your concerns are valid. i’m really proud of you for admitting that.”

“i’ve guess i’ve just always felt kinda like an outsider at times. fred and i are always the odd ones out but even then he feels more included. and then you know about my issues with separation.”

you nodded. george wasn’t exactly open about him getting really bad separation anxiety. he’s spent his whole life with siblings and a twin. being around people all the time made it difficult for him to be away from it all.

“and that’s understandable, george. you shouldn’t feel bad for something you can’t control,” you offered.

george hummed at your words. “it just doesn’t help that mum has always compared me to percy if i bring it up since he’s such a ‘model brother.’ just because i’m not the best academically and struggle with something doesn’t mean i should be dummed down, right?”

george almost didn’t believe his final words. george found himself repeating ‘right?’ over and over to himself as if to reassure it in his mind.

his voice fell off, all signs of an incoming sob becoming apparent. you reached out to grab his hand, pulling him a little closer before bringing his hand up to kiss his knuckles.

“george i mean it when i say you are are one of the smartest and strongest people i have met. i would be lying if i said your brain didn’t work a different way from other peoples but that’s what makes you who you are. you shouldn’t change for other people, i promise.”

with that, the first wave of tears flowed down george’s cheeks. his words meant more to him than you would ever know.

“have i ever told you why cress and i don’t get along? i’ll only tell you the story if you want a topic change.”

“yeah that would be nice actually,” he agreed, hand still loosely interlocked with yours.

you took a deep breath. george knew about your family issues but like you’ve said before, no one knew the extent of it.

“cress and i have a pretty big age gap. i mean that’s obvious. she’s getting married tomorrow and we’ll i’m still learning how to make potions and playing quidditch at school,” you started. “but since i’m muggle-born, it’s common for wizard abilities to skip around.”

george squeezed your hand gently, a silent reasurrence to your next sentence.

“well, i wasn’t born yet but when cress was ten, she didn’t get a hogwarts letter. barely even knew about the school either. and then when i was finally ‘of age’ you could say, i got my letter. i can’t even put into words how angry cress was. i swear she screamed at me for a full day straight and refused to talk to me for a good month. she made it seem as though i was the worst person alive for getting these abilities.”

“but you aren’t,” george jumped in. “it was a rare chance for either of you to even inherit your grandmothers powers.”

“exactly,” you agreed. “and it’s just so frustrating because i didn’t ask to be born like this. i didn’t chose to be thrown into the wizard life. i didn’t agree to get a letter to hogwarts and she just has never understood that. it’s turned into a one-sided sibling rivalry ever since.”

“i’m sorry y/n. you truly don’t deserve that,” george spoke.

you shrugged. “it’s taken me awhile and tonight may have been a little contradicting of that but i’m trying to move past it. in no way do i plan on restoring our bonds but i can at least act civil.”

george agreed instantly with your words. the conversation died down after that. both of you had gotten multitudes of feelings off of your chests and the aftermath of it was hitting a little hard.

you stayed on the bridge until it became near unbearable to. it was still pretty cold at night. george’s cheeks and nose were flushed pink, a key attribute to your reasoning.

“are you ready to go?”

“yeah yeah, let’s go back.”

after mounting your brooms once more, you descended back into the london night.

you arrived back to your home after midnight, touching down softly in the backyard almost silently.

the house was quiet by now, most of the lights being turned off as people slowly started heading off to bed. your dad and jasper were the only two still awake, sitting on the deck together and talking. you were sure it was about the wedding.

they were clearly startled by your presence, neither used to seeing magic let alone people flying on brooms. your dad got up first, opening his mouth to speak as you and george stepped up into the deck.

“look y/n-”

george held up his hand, your dad going quiet the moment he saw it. “leave it.”

with that, george grabbed your hand gently as you headed inside. “do you want to go up to bed?” he asked. you nodded, “yeah that sounds nice.”

you reached your shared room rather quickly, george taking your broom out of your hands to put away. your brooms were placed back into their concealment. to be honest, after seeing how they were packed, you realized how you didn’t notice george brought them at first.

“i’m going to go get changed, are you alright?” george asked.

you nodded. “go ahead, i need to change too.”

george exited the room before returning a few minutes later, dressed down in a pair of flannel pants and his most recent christmas initial sweater. “cozy?” you mused. george hummed, “very.”

you, on the other hand, were still cold. london at night, especially on the top of a bridge, was absolutely freezing.

the two of you got further ready for bed in silence. george closed the door and turned off most of the lights as you tidied up some of the mess from the day.

subconsciously, your mind had drifted as you were folding your clothes. sure you and george had your deep talk but there were still unanswered questions you had, especially with everything going down tomorrow.

“y/n?” george’s voice cut through your haze.

you hummed, turning around to face him. “are you coming to bed?” he added.

“yeah, sorry.”

“no need to apologize,” george spoke.

he flipped the covers forward, patting the spot next to him in bed for you to lie down. you slid in beside him, only leaning over to turn off the bedside lamp.

“are you cold? i can practically feel your chattering from over here,” george teased.

“freezing,” you answered.

george shifted slightly to face you, opening his arms with a small smile barely visible in light only peaking in from the moon. “come here.”

in an instant you were burying yourself in his chest, his natural body heat warming you up in an instant. george chuckled quietly, “is that better?”

you moved your head to rest on his chest, arm falling across his stomach. he, in turn, wrapped his arm around to rest on your back and pull you closer to him.

just as your coldness had melted away, so did your mutual doubts about the awkwardness of sharing a bed. it was comfortable actually, being wrapped up together.

“thank you for tonight georgie,” you whispered.

“thank you y/n,” george repeated. “sleep good, alright?”

you hummed, mumbling a ‘goodnight’ before slowly shutting your eyes.

despite being near exhausted from the entire day, your mind was still racing. everything just felt wrong and you needed some - any - reassurance that something was going right.

“hey george?” you eventually spoke into the darkness, unsure if the man you were literally laying on top of was even awake.

it took a moment for him to respond, his slight shifting being a key factor.

“yes love?”

“you’re my best friend, you know that right?”

george chuckled quietly. “yeah i do. and your mine as well.”

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fanfics4all · 4 years

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Aquaphobia

Request: Yes / No Hi! If requests are open, could you please write something angsty with Jughead where she gets kidnapped or sth? Have a nice day ❤️❤️❤️ Anon

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Jughead Jones x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2419

Warnings: TORTURE PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU GET TRIGGERED EAILY! THIS FIC CONTAINS THE ACT OF ALMOST DROWNING SOMEONE! ALSO CONTAINS KIDNAPPING!

Y/N: Your Name

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It was war between the Ghoulies and Serpents, which meant everything and everyone was fair game. My boyfriend Jughead, leader of the Serpents, was extra worried. He thought the Ghoulies were gonna come after me to get to him, which is understandable, but I knew what that meant. Jughead had invited me over after school, he said we needed to talk.

“What did you wanna talk about Juggie?” I asked, hopping onto his counter after I grabbed a beer.

“I think we should take a break…” He said and I nearly spit out my drink.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked.

“Just until we take care of the Ghoulies, then we can-”

“We can what? Pick up where we left off like nothing happened? No! I’m not gonna let the Ghoulies break us up out of fear!” I said annoyed that he could even think I’d be okay with this.

“But you’ll be safe! Once we’re done they won’t use you to get to me!” He said in a desperate tone.

“Juggie, we’re stronger together and I will not let them scare us like this!” I said and pecked his lips.

“Now, if you excuse me I have to go to work.” I said grabbing my jacket and heading out the door before he could say another word.

Once work was finally over I gathered all my stuff . I lived alone since my parents decided to ditch me to go who knows where. My phone rang and I smiled when I saw Jughead’s name and picture pop up on my screen.

“Hey Juggie, I just got out.” I answered.

“I know, but you don’t have your bike. Is someone giving you a ride?” He asked and I sighed.

“No Jug, I’m walking. It’s not that far away anyway.” I said, rolling my eyes. I walked outside and breathed in the cool air. I made my way to my shittly little place.

“But the Ghoulies are after anyone who’s a Serpents and you especially since we’re together! This is exactly why I want us to take a break until things cool down!” He said annoyed. I took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. It was completely black, except for the moon which was shining bright and clear in the night sky. It was beautiful and helped me keep calm from going off on Jughead.

“I understand Jug, but I think that’s a win for them. Besides, do you really think they just won’t go after me if we break up?” I asked.

“I see your point, but I still think you’ll be safer if you weren’t with me.” He sighed.

“Jug, it really won’t make much of a difference. They’re stupid, but they’re smart enough to know that you’ll still care about me.” I said and he sighed again.

“You’re right…” He said and I smiled a little.

“I knew you’d see it my way, now why don’t y- Ouch!” I hissed in pain, dropping my phone to the ground. Someone grabbed my wrist with one of their hands and held me tightly. They twisted it behind my back, making me hiss in pain even more. I could hear Jughead’s voice screaming through my phone asking if I was alright. From the corner of my eye I saw whoever was holding me bringing a cloth closer to my face. I quickly held my breath as he pushed the damp cloth to my face, covering my mouth and nose. I tried to struggle out of his grip, but it only pained me more. The man groaned annoyed when he realized I was holding my breath.

“You can’t hold your breath forever babe.” He whispered in my ear and I realized who it was. Malachai.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Jughead desperately called my name.

“Don’t worry Serpent Prince! We’ll take good care of her!” Malachai called with a laugh.

“You son of a bitch!” Jughead seethed. I couldn't hold my breath anymore. I hastily caught my breath, trying my hardest not to breath too much in, but it was too late. I immediately smelled the bitter odor of the chloroform and a few seconds later my eyes closed against my will.

I opened my eyes and felt a sharp pain run through my head. I groaned in pain and tried to press my fingers to my head, but I couldn’t move them. The room had a dull light filling it, it honestly looked like I was in a basement.

“Morning Princess.” Malachai said walking in front of me with a smirk on his face.

“Your little boyfriends messed with the wrong gang. And now you’re gonna be with me, I’ll really treat you like a Princess.” He said and licked his lips. I decided silence was my best bet. Malachai on the other hand, did not like that.

“What’s wrong darling? Snake got your tongue?” He asked with a smirk. I simply turned my head away from him.

“Guess I’ll just have to make you talk.” He said, his smirk growing.

“Just talk Princess.” He whispered in my ear and I shook my head. Did he really fucking think that would work? Then I suddenly felt him nibbling my earlobe and I turned my face to stop him. Unfortunately, the only direction I could turn to make him stop was towards him. So when I turned my head he quickly moved his lips to my face and he managed to kiss the corner of my mouth. I moved away and he groaned. He followed my movements, trying to get his lips perfectly on mine.

“Stop.” I growled. I could literally feel him smile against my chin.

“Look who’s talking now.” He said with a mocking tone. I rolled my eyes. It was silent for another few moments, so Malachai tried to kiss my neck.

“Just leave me alone you Ghoulie as-”

“Don’t say it. We don’t want such filthy words coming out of your gorgeous mouth, Princess.” He said and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Asshole.” I growled.

“Well, I did warn you.” He said and untied me. As soon as my hands were free, because they didn’t bother to tie my legs down, I stood up and punched him as hard as I could. I ran for the door and of course it was locked. I turned around and he was now standing, eyes trailing over my body. My breathing became heavier as I waited for his next move. The veins were popping out of his neck and his hands were clenched into fists.

“You shouldn’t have punched me, Y/N.” He said after countless seconds of silence. He takes a step towards me and a shiver runs down my spine as I push myself against the door.

“Ya know I didn’t want to damage you too badly, but you just bought yourself a one way ticket to hell.” He said and threw himself at me. I tried to punch or kick him, hell I even tried to bite him, but nothing worked.

“Let me go you freak!” I shouted. I don’t think he liked that very much because he threw me against the wall, knocking my head and back on the hard cold concrete. I groaned in pain, but before I managed to get up Malachai took a firm hold on my upper arm and practically dragged me into a room I didn’t notice before. I felt the fear growing in the pit of my stomach, I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. The smirk he gave me told me it wasn’t going to be good. With his free hand he took a strong hold onto my hair and I screamed in pain, but it ended up being muffled by the water I was pushed into. I started to panic even more as my lungs began to fill with water and I struggled to get to the surface with my hands without any success. I screamed in the water for Malachai to let me go, bubbles forming from the air leaving my lips and floated to the surface. Just as I started to feel light headed, I was roughly pulled up and I immediately gasp for air.

“What do you think Princess? I didn’t want to hurt that pretty face of yours, so this was the next best thing.” He said with a huge smirk. He doesn’t even give me time to reply before I’m pushed into the water again, but I manage to take a deep breath right before I hit the water, which was freezing cold by the way. I just hoped that Malachai would pull me back up before I ran out of air, but I wasn’t that lucky. It seemed like he knew exactly when the lack of oxygen was enough for someone to pass out, which is exactly when he pulled me back up again. I gasped for air once again before he once again pushed me down again. I didn’t even have time to take a full deep breath, instead I was cut off halfway and swallowed some of the water.

My lungs were screaming for air and my chest hurt. Malachai didn’t care, he just kept going. And going. And going. And going. Saying that I was panicked was an understatement. He ignored my pleading, no matter how hard I tried. I looked up at him with fear and tears in my eyes, his smirk just grew.

Jughead’s POV

They took her. They took my Y/N! I shouldn’t have let her out of my damn sight! I should have had her come stay with me and take her everywhere! How the hell could I be so stupid? I immediately called a meeting after Malachai, I’m guessing, smashed her phone. Every Serpent knew what happened and we were all looking for her. We rounded up every Ghoulie and questioned them thoroughly, but didn’t get much. That was until I got the call from Sweet Pea, Toni, and Fangs.

“Hello?” I answered with a sigh.

“I think we know where she is, Jones.” Sweet Pea said.

“What? Where?” I asked, perking up immediately.

“Some Ghoulie scum said Malachai has a hideout on the edge of town.” Toni said.

“Alright, I want you to tell everyone where it is and to meet me there, text me the address. I’m already on my way.” I said and hung up. I grabbed my keys and hopped in the truck. I’m coming for you baby, just hold on a little longer.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been I think a week since Malachai took me and tortured me. He did it the next two days and I was now in shock. I woke up numb, realizing that I somehow managed to fall asleep again. My heart was beating in my chest, blood was running through my veins, I was even breathing every now and then, but I felt nothing but emptiness. I barely even felt Malachai’s arms around my waist, let alone care about it. He was not even an inch away from me, but I felt like I was miles away, almost as if I was dreaming. Maybe I was. Maybe I was in a terrible nightmare. A little voice in the back of my head is telling me that this is unfortunately reality, but I’m choosing to ignore it. Because if this was reality then I drowned, but not actually. Malachai pulled me up, and also pushed me back into that freezing cold water. Just thinking about him brings back pictures of water and a feeling of panic. I felt the fear and panic hitch in my throat, suffocating me like the water did. My eyes started to water as the panic finally took over, making my breathing quicken and get heavier. I gripped the hem of the shirt I was wearing, not even realizing it was a different one than yesterday. I let out a whimper and my body started to uncontrollably shake.

Jughead’s POV

We made it to the hideout and quickly got a plan down. We would go in guns ready, yes we got guns for this, and search the whole damn place. I would get my Y/N back no matter what. We all stormed the house and took out a few Ghoulies along the way, but no sign of Y/N. Until I found the basement. I rushed down by myself, which probably wasn’t the best idea, but I didn’t have time to think. They could be killing her for all I know. What I found made my eyes widen. Malachai was kneeling over her, calling her name as she shook and whimpered. He sounded panicked, something I wasn’t expecting. His legs were on either side of her waist and he was leaning close to her. I watched as he slapped her and she flinched in pain, but everything was silent. That when I snapped out of my daze.

“You son of a bitch! Get away from her!” I shouted and tackled him off her. We fell to the floor and began to fight, but I untilimently got the upperhand. I forgot about the gun completely and just started beating the shit out of him. It wasn’t until I was pulled off him by Sweet Pea and Fangs that I remembered Y/N. I rushed over to her and gently caressed her face.

“Y/N? Y/N? Baby? Are you alright?” I asked, but silence was my only response.

“Come on baby, I’m right here.” I begged.

“What did they do to you?” I asked, tears blurring my vision.

“She’ll never be the same again.” Malachai laughed while spitting up some blood.

“What the fuck did you do to her!?” Sweet Pea growled, lifting him up by his shirt.

“Let’s just say she won’t be swimming anytime soon, if ever.” He laughed and I heard Y/N whimper.

“Hey, it’s okay baby, I’m right here.” I said and pulled her in for a hug.

“J-Jughead?” She asked quietly, her voice full of fear.

“Yeah, it’s me, I’m here baby. You’re safe now.” I said and kissed her head.

“Wanna go for another dip babe?” Malachai asked and I heard her start to cry into my chest.

“Get him the hell out of here!” I growled. They grabbed him and roughly pulled him upstairs.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m gonna help you through whatever that asshole did to you.” I whispered. The Ghoulies were really gonna pay now.

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the-cult-of-russo · 3 years

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Push and Pull (Part 19)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x OC

Warnings: cursing, smut

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The punching bag swung wildly at the flurry of punches directed at it. Daphne was grunting as she hammered the shit out of it. She had a lot of things to work through. If there were two things she hated more than anything, it was not being in control and being confused, both of which she was dealing with. She wondered when things got so messy for her. She had friends now and then there was the whole thing with Matt. On top of that, the Italian situation seemed to be ramping up several notches and even her personal cases were linked with it or just ended up crazier than normal. Everything felt like it was spiralling and she hated it.

Her wrapped fists pelted the bag as she worked through all those thoughts. Worked through her talk/argument with Foggy the day before and Karen's words before that. She just needed it all out and sex with Matt, no matter how amazing it had been, wasn't really on the tables anymore. She longed for those days back, as short lived as they were. They didn't like each other but they weren't like this. And sex with him had been the best cure for her messy brain than anything else she’d ever tried.

She punched the bag even harder, channeling all of her negative emotions into it.

"Your form's all sloppy," a voice rang out behind her. She gasped, whipping around to come face to face with Matt. He'd scared the shit out of her creeping up like that.

"What are you doing here?" She asked in her panic, a hand over her rapidly beating heart. He chuckled a little. She noticed he was wearing his gym gear and he had a box in his hands.

"I uh… this was my gym first," he murmured wryly. She nodded stiffly and stepped away from the bag. She felt stupid for even asking him that.

"Right… I'll just… leave," she muttered, moving to grab her backpack from the bench.

"You don't have to leave. I wanted to speak to you," he replied with a hesitant smile. She stood up straighter, not knowing where this was going or how bad it would get.

"I recognise I'm not the easiest person to be around. And I can say I'm sorry but it means nothing if I keep repeating the same mistakes. But I know I went too far… and since my words won't mean much… I got you these," he said carefully. He held out the box he'd been holding and she looked at it curiously for a moment before she took it.

She hesitantly opened it and furrowed her brows. It was a pair of boxing gloves. A deep purple and black with her initials embroidered into them. She didn't really know what to say.

"These are… I… thank you," she mumbled awkwardly. She wasn't used to gifts. She pulled them out, plonking the box on the bench as she turned them over to inspect them. They were really well made and she noted the colour was a close match to her hair.

"I know it's not much and it doesn't make up for me being… well me. But…" he trailed off uncertainly. She really had no clue on how to respond to this kind of thing and she hadn't expected it. It made her chest feel strange.

She blinked up at him and then something dawned on her she'd missed.

"How did you know I'd be here?" She asked, confused. She hadn't told anyone she'd been coming here and he made it seem like he'd come here knowing she'd be there. He let out an uncomfortable chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. She squinted slightly and waited for him to answer.

"I… I know you've been coming here," he replied vaguely.

"How?" She pressed. He shifted on his feet looking awkward and it threw her off.

"I could... smell you… the last few times you've been here. I knew you've been here," he replied softly.

Her eyebrows almost flew off her head at that.

"Smell me? What do you mean you could smell me?" She scoffed, thoroughly offended. He grimaced, another uncomfortable laugh leaving his lips as he looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

"Everyone has their own distinct scent, including you," he explained as his eyes were in her general direction. She blinked for a moment before licking her lower lip. His senses were so weird sometimes.

"What do I smell like?" She asked with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. A brief smile crossed his lips as he cleared his throat.

"Usually lavender and ylang-ylang… mixed with something that's just… you. It's hard to explain, I know it's… weird," he muttered, shaking his head. He looked almost embarrassed and she decided to take pity on him.

"I don't envy you. I can't imagine how bad it is walking the streets with a nose like that," she teased softly. He seemed to relax a little and smiled too.

"It's not great," he chuckled. She was clutching her new gloves to her chest and felt very aware of the delicate situation between them. She hated that it felt so fragile. Like she wasn't sure if she'd say the wrong thing and they'd go back to square one.

"I'll uh… I’ll get out of your hair," he said quietly with a nod, moving to the door. Foggy's words pinged around her brain like a ping pong ball.

"You're gonna give me some awesome new gloves and not even spar with me?" She asked with a playful scoff. He stopped where he was, glancing back at her.

"It is pretty rude of me," he replied with a hesitant smile. He walked back over and started wrapping his own hands as she slipped the gloves on. They fit like a dream and she kept admiring them. She wished she had words to express that she was grateful but it just wouldn't come to her. She just had to hope he already knew.

The whole exchange was stilted. They sparred a little and refreshed what he’d already taught her. But where there was usually biting comments or teasing remarks, it was just instruction and silence. Things were still too fresh to just go back to being semi assholes with each other and it made the whole thing feel off and weird.

She sat on the bench when they were done as she removed her gloves and put them back in the box. Matt took a drink from the fountain before standing back up and glancing her way.

"Karen told me about our new client. I'm pretty sure you single handedly saved our firm," he grinned a little, trying to make conversation.

"Well someone had to. Nelson and Murdock have become quite important around these parts," she replied with a soft snort.

"You didn't have to," he murmured with a shake of his head.

"I know. I wanted to," she said firmly. She stood up and gripped hold of the box. She was half expecting him to argue with her but he didn't.

"I appreciate it. We all do," she could hear the sincerity in his voice and she gave him a little smile.

"Honestly, I was just sick of Foggy bitching about being paid in pies," she snorted as they made their way to the door.

"He did seem more receptive to the peach cobblers," he chuckled, holding her arm just like normal as they stepped outside.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't you be at work right now?" She questioned, glancing up at him. He smiled to himself with a shrug.

"Technically speaking… yes," he smirked. She shook her head with a rueful smile, feeling like it might be possible to save this thing with them.

"You coming out drinking tonight?" She asked. The pair were walking slowly, weaving through the people in the street.

"If I'm not needed somewhere else," she knew that somewhere else entailed him in a mask and suit and she nodded.

"Had any concussions recently?" She teased, earning a snort in response.

"Thankfully no. But don't jinx it," he grinned.

She stopped walking causing him to halt too and he blinked down at her. His eyes seemed brighter in the sunlight and she noted his lack of glasses.

"You're glasses missing?" She teased softly.

"Nah. But someone once told me they liked my eyes so… I figured maybe I'd wear them less," he smirked. She felt her cheeks heat up and she bit her lip. It made her stomach flutter and she had no idea why she was feeling so weird today.

"Well they were right. They seem like a really wise person," she said with a cheeky grin. He laughed, tilting his head a little as he gazed around her face

"Sometimes," he replied slyly. She poked him in the chest and he grunted with a laugh.

"Well as much as I’d love to guide the blind man… wherever the fuck you're going, I have to head home and do laundry," she murmured. He nodded, gripping his cane tightly.

"Sounds like fun," he replied, lips quirked up a little.

"Super fun. I don't know how I'll contain myself," she snorted as she stepped away from him.

"I'll see you tonight if Hell's Kitchen isn't on fire," she smirked. He gave her a nod and she turned around to make her way home.

As much as she hadn't expected to see him, she hadn't wanted to really. But she was glad she did. It was still a little awkward and weird but things seemed to be not so bad anymore. He seemed like he was really trying so she was too. That didn't mean once the delicate state ended they wouldn't go back to snarking at each other and pissing each other off. That was their whole thing. But that was very different to the state of things the last few days.

She spent some time at home, cleaning and doing her laundry and just making sure things were in order. She wasn't dreading that night now things were a little smoothed over with him. She was excited to see Foggy and Karen too. Hopefully her social life would calm the fuck down again so she could just worry about the other bullshit in her life.

Night time rolled around a lot quicker than she expected and she struggled on what to wear. The weather was warmer in the day but at night it got a bit cooler. She settled on her high-waisted skinny jeans with a cropped black sweater that slipped off the shoulder a little. She slipped her phone and money in her pocket and stuffed her boots on, redoing her high pony before she slipped out the door.

It didn't take too long to get to Josie's, she'd only ever been here a few times but she liked how chill it was. It was a bit of a dive which meant not many people went there. When she walked through the door, she noticed Foggy and Karen sat chatting at a table. Matt was noticeably missing and she didn't like the pang in her chest that came with that realisation.

"Daphne!" Foggy beamed, jumping up and squeezing her as she got over to them. She snorted, patting his back before he let go. Karen stood then and gave her a tight hug.

"Wow, you guys are already getting through it, huh?" Daphne smirked as they sat back down.

"Just a little," Karen giggled.

"I guess I need to catch up then," she said slyly. She went to the bar and ordered a bottle of whiskey, because why the hell not, and sat back down with three shot glasses.

"Where's Matt?" Daphne enquired softly, trying to sound nonchalant. Karen smiled behind her hand and glanced to Foggy.

"He had some stuff he needs to do," he gave her a look and she knew where he was. Running around Hell's Kitchen and beating the shit out of people.

"Did you guys fix things?" Karen asked hopefully. Both her and her new boyfriend seemed a little tipsy and Daphne quickly filled up her glass and slammed back the shot.

"Kind of. Mostly. We talked it out and stuff when I saw him at the gym earlier," she said awkwardly. Foggy clicked his fingers and looked like he'd just had a grand epiphany.

"That’s where he was! Doctors appointment, my ass! He never goes to the doctors!" Foggy grouched, acting like he was bothered by the small lie. Karen laughed at him which only served to make him pout.

"Did it go okay?" Karen pressed. Daphne supposed she shouldn't have been surprised they’d want to talk about it. Matt was their best friend.

"Yeah. I think it did. It was a little weird. Kinda stilted, you know? We were being kind of polite and it felt weird. But it just felt too soon to go back to normal. He said he's sorry again though and got me a gift," she murmured, slurping another shot. She was trying to play catch up with them and she wasn't sure how long they'd already been drinking for.

"A gift?! What was it?! Flowers?! Chocolates?!" Foggy was practically bouncing in his seat and Karen shushed him with a giggle as people looked over. Daphne snorted and shook her head.

"Boxing gloves. They were black and purple and had my initials on them," she said with a soft smile.

Karen 'aw'ed at her and Foggy looked perplexed for a moment, the more drunk out of her two friends. He looked like the information was trying to ease its way through the layers of alcohol.

"That's ridiculously sweet, oh my god," Karen gushed. Daphne rolled her eyes and poured them all some shots.

"Boxing gloves? That's… genius! That's like your thing you do with him! That's so more personal than chocolates or flowers!" Foggy smacked himself on the head and Daphne raised her brows amused at him.

"It was sweet but let's not read too much into it," she muttered, pushing the shots towards them. They accepted and all drank them at the same time. Thankfully the conversations steered away from that topic. As much as she was grateful for the gift and for things to start to return to normal she didn't need her drunk friends to start going on about them getting together again.

The night wore on and they all made good conversation. By the end of the night they were all pretty intoxicated. Them more so than her. But she started to feel a little bit like the third wheel. Foggy had tried to say he'd walk her home but she’d waved him away and said she'd get a cab. She didn't want to ruin their moment.

She was swaying on her feet when she got out of the cab and she was sure she gave the driver way too much but she couldn't bring herself to care. She had to lean against the wall as she struggled up the stairs but she pushed through and got there in the end. After fighting with her door for what felt like an eternity, she finally got it open. She grinned at herself for her accomplishment. She was wasted.

She padded further into the apartment, almost falling when she tried to get her boots off, knocking over some things on the kitchen counter nearest the door. She heard a tapping noise and she glanced around, her face scrunched up as she tried to figure out what it was. She heard it again but more firmly and her eyes went to the window. She blinked slowly at the figure on her fire escape.

"Satan?" She whispered, more than confused. After a beat, her face dawned with recognition.

"Ohhh. Oh!" She grinned as she walked over with sloppy steps and pushed the window open. There stood Matt in full Daredevil attire and a vaguely amused look on his face.

"It's you!" She beamed.

"Wow, you're… drunk," he chuckled.

"Maybe. Come in," she snorted as she moved away from the window. She watched him climb inside like a graceful lion and then she went into her kitchen area. She crouched down, rummaging through her cupboards as he stood watching her perplexed.

"Ah-ha!" She grinned triumphantly, standing with a bottle of tequila in her hands.

"What are you doing?" Matt asked patiently, like he was talking to a small child. She waltzed over on unsteady feet and set the bottle on the coffee table.

"I missed you," she pouted. She'd hate herself in the morning but she was too far gone to stop this whole thing. His mouth floundered a moment before he chuckled.

"Really?" He asked skeptically.

"Mhm. I think that…'' she trailed off, closing the gap with them as she reached up and pulled his mask off. His hair was all over the place and she had a dopey smile on her face as she tried to fix it.

"I think you should drink with me so I'm not just a sad lonely drunk," she fluttered her lashes, not that he could see them as she finally released his hair.

"I can't. I have to be out there," he said softly. She frowned and her lower lip jutted out slightly.

"Please?" She whined. He hung his head a little as he pursed his lips.

"I really can't, Daphne. I'm sorry," he said regretfully. Her face fell completely and she glanced to the floor.

"Oh, okay," she didn't mean to sound so pitiful but it happened anyway.

She moved away and heard him go to the window and it closing. She presumed he'd gone again but when she turned around he was still there, tossing his mask onto the coffee table.

"You're staying?!" She asked hopefully.

"I'll stay," he relented with a smile. Maybe he took pity on her. She flung her arms around him with a beaming smile and his hands came around her as he snorted at her over-the-top happiness. His hands settled on her lower back as he just let her hug him.

She moved away and grabbed the bottle thrusting it into his hand.

"You need to catch up 'cause I think I might be drunk," she murmured.

"Really? I couldn't tell," he smirked. She sat sideways on the sofa and watched as he took a really long drink from the tequila with a grimace.

"You take your suit off, get comfy," she said absentmindedly. He quirked a brow in her direction, bottle still in hand.

"I think you're just trying to get me naked," he smirked.

"That would just be a bonus. Besides… your best bits will be covered," she vaguely gestured to his crotch area and he laughed.

"I don't know how I feel about that being my best bits," he murmured as he took a long glug before he set the bottle down and started undoing his suit.

"Okay, so not your best bits. Your face is the best bit, but that's a close second," she grinned cheekily at him. He smiled shyly before shimmying out of the suit. He lay it over the armchair, now only in his black boxers as he walked over and sat beside her on the couch. In her drunk state, she couldn't stop looking at him even if she wanted to.

He picked up the bottle, taking another very large drink and even through her alcohol induced state she knew he’d already rapidly caught up to her.

"You're staring," he murmured, glancing her wry with a smirk.

"Excuse me, sir! It's not my fault that you're so goddamn attractive!" She objected, poking him in the side. He let out an unexpected laugh, leaning away from her touch and amazed grin spread across her lips.

"Oh my god! Is the big bad Daredevil ticklish?!" She laughed, having a hard time containing herself.

"I'm sensitive to touch!" He defended, laughing again when she tickled his side.

"Stop!" He laughed, trying to wriggle away, but she just followed him in her thorough amusement.

He caught her wrists and she squeaked as he gently yanked her closer to him. She blinked up at his beautiful hazel eyes and got lost for a moment.

"It's not fair you're so pretty," she pouted softly. He released her hands, the pair sat close, facing each other.

"You're prettier," he smiled. She snorted and shook her head.

"Nuh uh. You can't even see me!" She giggled and made him chuckle.

"Foggy tells me I have a gift with sensing beautiful women," he smirked.

"What if he's lying?" She countered with a grin.

He reached both his hands up and her eyes fluttered shut as he touched her face. She felt all tingly as his fingers trailed over her face with a featherlight touch. He seemed to touch every inch of her face and when he dropped one hand, the other tucking some stray hairs behind her ear, she smiled up at him.

"Turns out he wasn't lying," he whispered with a sly smirk.

"I'm not convinced," she said softly, closing her eyes again when he leaned closer. His nose trailed along her cheek and she splayed a hand on his chest.

His nose softly led him down to her neck and she took a shaky breath as he left a trail of goosebumps. He started peppering her neck with soft kisses and she felt like she was free falling, her heart hammering away. She could feel his own under her hand on his chest and it seemed to beat in tandem with hers.

He gave her a teasing nip on the sensitive flesh of her neck and she let out a breathy moan. Her head was swimming and she could only think about one thing. She moved away, standing up and he looked taken aback for a second. But she stayed close to where he sat, tilting his head up to her a little. He seemed intently focused on her as she pulled her cropped sweater over her head, tossing it on the sofa. His large hands smoothed up her legs before they reached her button and zipper, deftly undoing them for her. She ran a hand through his hair as he tugged her jeans down her legs, giggling to herself a little as she was unsteady on her feet and it took a little longer than it should.

He stood with a grin on his face as his hands smoothed up her back, unclasping her bra and sliding it off.

"Convinced yet?" He murmured, leaning down and brushing her lips with his. She shook her head with a coy smirk and he chuckled. His lips didn't connect with hers, just floating there and teasing her relentlessly as his hands settled on her hips. She felt him walking her backwards and she had no idea what he was doing until the back of her knees hit her bed. In her drunken state, she ended up falling back on it with a laugh, bringing him down with her. Her legs were dangling off and he was hovering over her with an amused look, arms either side of her to prop himself up so he didn't smush her.

He was gazing down at her and she smiled, sliding a hand down his very toned chest. She rubbed a hand over the bulge in his boxers and he groaned, lowering his head a little. With a smirk, she palmed him a little firmer and he gasped, arching into her hand. She idly wondered why they'd never taken the time to tease each other like this before. She was enjoying herself. He placed a soft kiss to her neck, sliding down slowly and leaving kisses in his wake. She squirmed at the attention and bit down on her lower lip.

He gave her nipple a teasing suck as he continued his descent and she moaned, earning a breathy noise from him in response. He continued to assault her with teasing kisses and nips in a painfully slow pace before he hooked his fingers into her panties and tugged them down. She propped herself up on elbows, watching him carefully as he knelt down and manoeuvred them off her legs and tossed them haphazardly. He glanced to her, as if he could really see her, his hands sliding up the inside of her thighs and parting them.

He replaced his hands with his mouth, leaving open mouth kisses on the inside on her thigh. Her breath was coming in heavy as the anticipation started killing her. His devilish smirk against her skin told her he knew exactly what he was doing. A loud moan left her lips when he finally made contact where she needed it. First it was a teasing lick to her clit and then he started swirling his tongue around it. She lay back down with a dull thud, her hand fisting his hair as she gasped. He moaned against her, going at it more vigorously at her delighted noises.

He used his shoulders to nudge her legs to perch themselves on them moving as close as he could as he switched between sucking on her clit and licking it. She couldn't stop squirming and he hooked his arms around her thighs, locking her in place. She was muttering a slew of curse words, her back arching as she felt the heat creep up her spine. She was in heaven, panting and moaning more with each passing second. Her pleasure was only furthered by the noises he was making, clearly having a good time himself.

One of his arms moved but she couldn't see from where she was laying. But then she felt two fingers inside of her and she gasped, her whole body starting to tremble. He moved his mouth away, his fingers curling up inside of her and the noise she made didn't even feel human to her.

"Cum for me," he bit out, voice raw and demanding. She let out a needy whine at what that did to her. His mouth descended on her again and with his fingers too, she lost it. Her back arched up as her body tensed, a keening moan leaving her lips as she forgot to breathe for a minute. She felt like she saw stars as he carried her through her high.

Once her body relaxed, he moved away and she lay there panting, trying to come back to earth. She sat up a little, hair all over and very pink cheeks. He gave her a cheeky grin and he wiped his mouth.

"Haven't heard those noises before," he smirked at her. She just hummed, still feeling like she wasn't quite back in her body yet.

"Am I dead? I think I'm dead," she murmured softly, a dazed tone to her voice. He chuckled, laying down beside her and tilting her face to his.

"I hope not, because I'm not done with you yet," he purred against her lips. Was he always this fucking hormone inducing or was the booze making it worse? She was putty in his hands and she was helpless to stop it.

She leant over, capturing his lips in a needy kiss that he gladly reciprocated. His hands roamed her body and she moaned softly, still floating from her earlier release. She moved away, getting to her knees and looking down at him.

"I suggest you get comfy," she shot him a lopsided grin and he snorted, obliging her request as he moved to lay with his head on the pillows. She knelt between his legs, dragging his boxers down and letting his impressive erection spring free. His hazel eyes were hovering in her direction and he bit down on his lower lip as she straddled him.

His hands instantly went to her hips, thumbs rubbing circles on them as he smiled up at her. She bent down, nipping at his lip and he gasped, arching up and rubbing himself on her.

"You were a pretty big tease and I think it's time for payback," she smirked against his lips. He let out a dark chuckle, fingers digging into her hips as his lips chased hers, but she denied him. She ground herself against him and he let out a deep groan, arching up at her again. She sat up fully, rubbing her slick heat on his cock as she took his hands and slid them up her body. His eyes darkened, breathing heavier as he caressed her curves and she knelt up slightly, gripping his cock to line him up.

She didn't sink down fully onto him though, barely the tip and he grunted in frustration, pulling her face down to his. She smirked wickedly as he panted against her mouth but everytime he arched up to her she moved away.

"Daphne," he pleaded, his voice a breathy whisper. She watched his face intently before sinking down onto him fully in one swift movement.

"Jesus christ!" He gasped, his back arching up off the bed. She felt pleased with herself at his reaction before she started rolling her hips.

He sat up with lightning speed and gripped her tightly, smashing his lips to hers as he rut up into her desperately. She moaned greedily into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she let him guide her. The apartment was filled with moans and gasps from the pair as they chased their release. She was sensitive from the first time and she felt it creeping back up on her rapidly. If she wasn't drunk she'd be worried about what her neighbours thought of her high pitched moans as he fucked the life out of her. She broke the kiss from sheer need to breathe, she could barely catch her breath with each thrust and she gripped his shoulders. One of his arms snaked around her lower back for leverage and the other hand gripped her jaw lightly. He rested his forehead on hers and groaned when he felt her start to tighten around him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, like a mantra on repeat as it hit her. Her lips parted in a silent moan, squirming against him as it washed over her. He was moaning loudly against her lips as he thrust up to her a few more times before stilling completely. She sagged against him a little, feeling like her bones had dissolved, and he wrapped his arms around her. His hands smoothed the skin on her back as they caught their breath, her head on his shoulder tiredly.

"Convinced now?" He asked breathlessly. She snorted, nodding against his shoulder and she felt him kiss hers in return.

Reluctantly she moved off him, flopping on the bed next to him. She wriggled around trying to get into the covers that were underneath her and he watched in amusement but gave no help. Once she was in he got under the covers too. He held his arm out, patting his chest with his other hand in silent question. She didn't hesitate to move over, laying on her side with her head on his chest. His arm curled around her protectively and his other hand went into her hair, massaging her scalp and she hummed at the feeling. If she was sober she'd never let this kind of intimacy happen. But she was very drunk and feeling on cloud 9 so that was a problem for future Daphne.

"What do I smell like now?" She mumbled sleepily without thinking. His arms tightened around her as he pressed his lips to her hair.

"Me," he replied, sounding just as tired but more than pleased with himself. She giggled sleepily into his chest and she felt his it vibrating a little. It didn't take long before they both fell asleep in each other's arms.

#matt murdock x oc #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock #daredevil x oc #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil

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KakagaiWeek2020 - Day 5 - Mirror

Author : JackB

Rating : General Audience

Words : 2436

Resume : Kakashi come back from a mission exhausted, Gai come to pay him a visit and end up caring for him.

Tag : exhaustion, fluff, trans kakashi, gender dysphoria, caring, body nudity, non-sexualized nudity, baths, haircut …, prosopagnosia, confusion, not established relationship but damn close, domestic, touch starved kakashi

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There is always a moment after a long mission, when you finally step inside your home knowing you’re free of duty for the next hours or day, where the exhaustion accumulated just come crashing all at once. For Kakashi this time it’s right when he locks his door behind him. He wants to let himself fall on the floor but then he knows he won’t have the strength to get up. Or, at least, it would take too much effort to.

Instead we walk slowly through his modest flat and strip down from his uniform, placing all his weapons and gear exactly where they should be, cleaning is for tomorrow but it doesn’t mean his flat has to be a mess. As he unfolds his hitai-ate he can feel his hair fall on his face. They were already long when he left, almost time for him to cut them but the mission had started earlier and during the six weeks he spends on it he didn’t quite find the time to cut them during the mission. They are always required to leave as little trail as possible, leaving strand of hair somewhere doesn’t quite fit with that.

His hair annoys him. They are not that long but long enough to cause him problem.

He walks to his bathroom and the picture the mirror send him of himself is not one he likes. He pushes his mask down and rub some water on his face. His fingers pass on his week-old beard and he hates it too. Cleaning can really be impossible during missions, he feels filthy. And to be fair, he is.

He pushes his hair back and can make a pathetic excuse of a pony tail with his hand. Like that he looks like his father. He releases his hair and now he looks like a girl. The exact two things he doesn’t want to look like.

Normally he would take scissors and start cutting but he is too tired to even organize the step in his head to do that. He knows he needs a haircut, but to do it now feels impossibly exhausting. But it’s not like he’s going to go to bed without one. So he stays, staring at his reflection, as anger and disgust birth in his chest the more he looks at himself. He hates it, he hates what he sees. But all he can do is await for his own will to do what he needs to do. To erase the person he has in front of him and find himself again.

He looks at the bathtub.

Why does everything has to be exhausting ?

He hears his window being open but doesn’t have time to wonder who is intruding before he hears the joyful voice of Gai calling for him. “Kakashi ! You’re back !”

Gai, of course.

It’s been nearly two months since they last saw each other, of course, Gai would come at the instant the word of Kakashi return from his mission passed on to him.

“Where are you ?” He says as he close distance with the bathroom. Kakashi doesn’t bother informing Gai where he is, his flat isn’t big enough for one to get lost in it. As he see the door of the bathroom open, he doesn’t bother putting his mask back up. Gai is the only person he doesn’t mind seeing his face, mostly because Gai can’t remember his face anyway. It’s pretty harmless.

“You’re back.” He says fondly, his smile is wide and it gives Kakashi a certain sense of comfort he is definitely lacking right now.

“Not now Gai. I’m tired.” His tone is pathetically weak.

“Are you crying ?”

“No.” He has to check in the mirror to make sure.

It’s not a lie, he is not crying, he is just on the verge of it. It’s just exhaustion searching any outlet to let go, or maybe the disgust he has to see his own face that way. It doesn’t matter in the end. He is upset and he need to rest.

“What do you want ?”

“Just wanted to see you, I leave early tomorrow.” Kakashi nod. Watching his reflection again, he plays with his hair, up and down, up and down. Gai watch him silently.

“Look.” Kakashi turn to him and hold his hair in a ponytail. “I look like my father.” Then he releases his hair. “And now like a girl. My father.. A girl.” He sighs and mutter a ‘hate it’ under his breath.

Gai walk to him and gently grab his hair to fold them in a ponytail. They are dirty and greasy, full of dirt, sand and dried blood. The warm touch is almost too much for Kakashi, he wants to lean in Gai calloused hands but resist the urge.

“Even like that you don’t look like your father.”

“You don’t even know what my father looked like.”

“Fair, but still, you’re not even close to look like him.” He release Kakashi’s hair and they fall back on his face. “And you don’t look like a girl either.” Kakashi roll his eye. “You look like you.”

“I look like shit.”

“Yeah that too.”

He walks past Kakashi to open the water for the bathtub, the liquid flow abundantly, soon steam will cover the mirror.

“Now let’s get you out of this.. ” He grabs what is left of Kakashi uniform and push it up. Kakashi comply easily. Layers and layers are removed until the only thing left is Kakashi’s binder.

He removes it himself, sighing with ease and immediately stretching. He looks up to Gai, busy searching for his hair scissors and combs. Normally he wouldn’t remove his binder in front of people but Gai already saw him naked on more than one occasion and he is too tired and sore to care. Gai never made him feel like out of place even bare and raw like that. The bath is filling up nicely but not yet enough for him to sink in its warms.

“Sit here.” Gai guide before leaving. He comes back with two wooden boxes and pause as he sees Kakashi strip down from his pants. His eyes dart away more for privacy than anything else, but again, it’s not the first time he’d seen Kakashi naked and the snort he gives him is enough for Gai not to care much more. Even if it’s been some time, they’re pretty unbashul about their own nudity in front of each other. Gai never saw him for less than who he is, regardless of details.

“Brought us food before coming.” He hands his rival one of the boxes.

They start eating, Kakashi with more eagerness than he thought he had. He guesses he just want this out of the way.

Gai stay pretty silent, and Kakashi is grateful, because he doesn’t have much strength to talk nor to listen. The few words they exchange are more practical than friendly. ‘Are you injured ?’ ‘Do you need anything in particular ?’ ‘was the mission successful ?’

His answers are short, and he doesn’t bother to care about anything. Gai will tell him when the bath is ready.

Sinking in the water is an absolute pleasure. And when he emerges, head wet, Gai hand are already on him. Gently rubbing the soap in his hair until there are enough matter and foam to work. His hands are gentle yet firm, solid on his scalp and Kakashi swear he could sleep under them as Gai massage his scalp.

“I thought you came to see me, not take care of me ?”

Gai snort. “I came to see you and saw you could use an extra hand with how tired you are.”

“Hm.. ”

Gai thoroughly combs away the dirty and blood from Kakashi’s hair until they are clean. Then grab for the scissors. Kakashi is not too worried, Gai already cut his hair a few times, he knows what he likes. He’s more than ready to get rid of the extra hair, as Gai comb his hair straight he feels how long they are and he hates it.

“So, we go for a bowl cut then.. ”

“No !” Kakashi roar with a quick move back. A move of his hand and he splatter Gai with water. The latter explode in a big laugh.

“I’m kidding.”

“Don’t you dare touch my hair.”

“Don’t worry, your hair are too much of a mess. You could never rock a bowl cut as great as mine.” He says while moving his head a bit, letting his hair flow easily with the movement. Soft and supple as always. Gai is proud of himself and manage to drag a small laugh from Kakashi. He reaches for his hair and Gai let him. They’re like silk to the touch, not rough like his tend to be.

“What do you do to get them like that ?”

“It’s the power of youth !” He says brightly.

“And concretely ?”

“Youth and passion Kakashi you don’t need much more.”

“Then my hair is telling me I’m an old man.”

“Also your soap doesn’t fit for your hair.”

“Soap is soap.” Gai shake his head. “Soap is soap !”

“I will buy you soap and you will see.” Kakashi roll his eye. “Do you think your hair will get whiter when you grow old ?”

“If I grow old. And they are silver, not white. I already have a few white one though, it’s weird.” Gai chuckle and make a move of the hand for Kakashi to come closer. “No bowl cut !”

“No bowl cut.” Gai agree.

“Make it messy.”

“I know.”

Gai start cutting, careful to make it messy in a fitting kind of way. He slaps Kakashi’s hand away.

“Stop touching your hair when I’m cutting I need a global view.” Kakashi pout and barely stop, Gai finish on one side and he is already checking the length.

“Make it shorter.”

“Did I say I was finished ? I will come back to this side.”

“Waste of time.”

“Haircut need precision.”

“Yours do.”

“Turn around I will do the back.”

A few hair falls in the bath but mostly Gai pile them on the side. It’s getting messier and messier but it’s always like that with haircut and wet hair.

When both Gai and Kakashi seem satisfied Kakashi ask for a mirror, instead Gai bring back a razor and cream.

“I can do it myself.”

“You will cut yourself, you’re too tired.” He says while handling Kakashi’s face in his hand to cover his beard with cream. “Plus the mirror is covered with steam.”

He’s firm yet gentle and with an assured move start shaving his face. Careful around Kakashi’s mole, he makes quick work of it. Which is a shame because his calloused hands on his freshly shaved skin feel good. Kakashi touch his face and smile, it’s smooth just how he likes it. Gai is rubbing the mist out of the mirror and hand it to him.

“You like it ?”

“It’s good.” He yawn. “It’s better.”

Next, Gai grabs the soap and rub it against a washcloth. Dirt and blood come easily out of Kakashi after he’s been bathing in the hot water, both are washing out the filth, Kakashi mostly focused on the part he doesn’t want to be touched by someone else, like his chest. While Gai focus more on his back and arms and Kakashi can’t help but relax to his touch. During the mission being touched is dangerous, in the safety of the village and his home, it’s a rare delight.

He is not used to being touched, but sometime, like right now, he wishes he could have more of it.

Gai is about to leave Kakashi the washcloth so he can continue down but Kakashi grab his hand and plunge it in the bath, guiding it to his legs. Gai follow the movement easily and stop when he sense where it’s going. Feeling his restrain Kakashi whispers.

“What about this extra hand ? To help me.”

“It’s just that generally you prefers do it yourself.”

“Hm, just help me finish this quickly. I need to sleep.”

Gai comply, he is careful in his touch but Kakashi doesn’t seem to care regardless, helping a bit but mostly letting Gai do the job. It lead to much proximity between the two. And Kakashi realise how natural it feels. He lean closer watching Gai’s face with attention taken by the moment, he grabs Gai by the collar and press his lips against his. Gai turn his head away.

“I thought you liked me.” He is confused and bitter.

“I do more than just like you.” Gai emphasize the word ‘like’ with disdain and nearly disgust, as if just liking Kakashi is an insult.

“Then why ?”

“Because you’re exhausted, you don’t have a clear mind. It’s not the right time.”

“What if it’s the only time ?”

“What if it’s just now ? Your only chance. You will pass it ?” Gai doesn’t need long to think.

“Yes.”

“Well, I don’t know what else I expected.” Gai chuckle. “Still it’s not f..” Kakashi give a long yawn that leave him even more shut down than before. “Fun.” Gai passe his hand in his hair and he close his eye to the touch.

The rejection isn’t too bitter, because he already forgetting the moment and also because Gai never stop being loving toward him. He feels himself falling asleep and rest his head against his rival’s shoulder, helping a bit with the washing because the faster they finish the faster he can go to sleep.

He barely registers when he is pulled out of the water, he awakes an instant drying himself quickly as Gai gently dry his hair. A loose shirt and clean underwear later, he clung on Gai, pleading for his bed.

Gai guide him, resisting the need to lift him to be quicker. When he lay in him bed Kakashi doesn’t want to let go.

“Sleep with me.”

“You’re sure ?”

“Hm yes.”

“Alright, let go.”

“No sleep with me.”

“Give me a sec, I will join you.”

Gai strip down from his own uniform and borrow one of Kakashi loose shirt before joining him in bed. Kakashi, who refused to sleep until Gai joined him, promptly fall asleep against him.

When he awake the next day, Gai is already gone. How long will it be until they see each other again is pretty uncertain. But he looks forward to it.

End.

#KAKAGAIWEEK #KKGWEEK #KAKAGAI #KAKAGAI WEEK 2020 #KAKASHI #MAITO GAI #GAI #KAKASHI HATAKE

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Rainy Days and Potted Plants

BNHA non-quirk au fanfic featuring Ochaco, Tsuyu, lots of rain, and an African Violet. Based on prompt number 24. Potted plant, from the May Prompts list put out by @creativepromptsforwriting

This piece is a little long, so the rest is under the cut. I hope people enjoy it.

The rain was coming down fast, and to Ochaco it was as if someone held a translucent sheet in front of her face. The raindrops pelting on her hood and her shoulders felt like little stones being tossed onto her from the heavens. She jogged onward, doing her utmost to be careful and avoid slipping on the treacherously uneven walkway. Water splashed up around her ankles and calves with every step and a shiver ran down her spine as a gust of wind tugged at her skirt. Ochaco ran through it all, chewing her bottom lip and hoping the store was still open.

She was so focused on her destination, she almost didn't see the car coming out of the corner of her eye as she neared an intersection. As it was, she managed to skid to a stop. The car flew past, hitting a puddle and throwing water over an already-wet Ochaco. She yelped and shuddered. Her garments now clung to her, her hair was flattened and dripping around her face. Cold water sloshed in her shoes. Ochaco groaned. "I don't have time for this," she whined. Then she shook her head. "Ok. I can't complain right now, I need to get mom's gift and then get home," she told herself as she clenched her fists. She broke into a jog once more. It's not that much further, she reassured herself, repeating the words in her head with every step.

Finally, she turned the last corner and saw the welcoming lights inside the little flower shop. It was small, with a cozy look, and that had been what drew her to it two weeks ago. The shop was family run, by a family that took wonderful care of it. Outside, it was painted a refreshing green colour, and one could view a variety of plants in the windows. And inside...well Ochaco had been inside only once, but it had been warm and cozy, and smelled fresh as a spring morning after a late night rain. Ochaco grinned and a spring entered her step. Which was a mistake.

Her foot caught on a stray rock, and down she went. Ochaco cried out as she slammed into the pavement with a wet slapping sound, followed by a thud as her purse followed. Her palms broke her fall, as did her knees. The cold meant she didn't quite register all the sensations right away, but slowly a sting from the impact radiated through her. Her lips trembled and tears burned the back of her eyes, but Ochaco forced herself to swallow any further cries. Slowly, she raised herself up. She smoothed her wet hair out of her face and stood. For the sake of composing herself more than anything, she smoothed her clothes with her hands, knowing full well her appearance was beyond fixing at this point. She glanced at her purse, seeing it was wet, and hoped that it was not so thoroughly soaked that the contents would be compromised. With another firm swallow, she adjusted the strap on her shoulder and continued forward, this time much more cautiously.

Ochaco reached the door of the shop with no more calamities, and she breathed a small sigh of relief. She opened the shop, a little bell above the door tinkling to signal the arrival of a customer. Warmth washed over her as soon as she entered the small store and Ochaco could have curled up to sleep right then and there, but she forced herself to stay upright. She blinked and looked about the shop. A variety of plants provided a marvelous sight of greens and blues, purples, pinks, reds, and even orange flowers. The scene was so pretty, Ochaco lost herself in it for a moment, forgetting even the stinging of her hands and knees.

Until a soft voice said "Ahem. Um. Are you alright?" Ochaco blinked and spun to face the checkout counter across from the entryway. The last time she'd been here, it had been manned by a large, friendly-looking man, who had somewhat resembled a gentle toad in appearance, with broad shoulders, a wide mouth, weathered skin and the odd wart. He'd been very polite, and Ochaco had enjoyed his company as she looked about. Now, though, there was someone completely different. A girl, who looked to be her own age, with long dark hair and large eyes. She had the same wide mouth as the man, but that was where the physical resemblance ended. She was much slimmer and smaller than him. Ochaco blinked and looked into the girl's concerned eyes.

"H-huh?" was all she could manage. The girl's eyes were large and soulful, and piercing. Ochaco felt as if this girl would know the truth, no matter what Ochaco decided to tell her.

The girl tilted her head as she continued to watch Ochaco. "I said, 'are you alright?'" she repeated. It was then that Ochaco remembered what she must have looked like. Heated embarrassment crept onto her cheeks and she fidgeted with the edges of her jacket.

"O-oh. Um. Ye-yeah, I'm ok," she mumbled. The girl looked at her with a straight face, and Ochaco could tell she didn't believe her one bit. Ochaco swallowed. "Um. I'm here to buy a present for my mother. It's her birthday." The girl said nothing, just watched her. Ochaco licked her lips and glanced around. "Uh. Um."

Finally, the wide-eyed girl spoke. "Do you always leave your gift shopping for the rainiest days possible?" she asked. Her tone was flat and Ochaco wasn't quite sure if it was meant as a joke or not. She decided to answer honestly.

"Um, no. Not usually. But I didn't have enough money until I got paid at my job today," she explained, feeling her cheeks grow hotter. She looked down, only to see how wet and muddy she was. When she looked back up, it was to see the other girl no longer looking at her, but at the ceiling, a small crinkle in her brow and a finger to her lips, deep in thought. Then, she nodded and, without a word, came out from behind the desk. She walked right up to the shop door and flipped the sign to closed. Ochaco's heart sank. Is it because I'm filthy? Should I beg? Maybe if I explain better...

Her internal monologue was interrupted by the wide-mouthed girl. "Come on," she said simply and held out a hand to Ochaco. Ochaco blinked at the hand.

"What...?" she mumbled. The other girl tilted her head again.

"My family lives upstairs. My mother may have some old clothes that will fit you," she repeated, as if offering clothes to a wet stranger was normal business procedure in a flower shop. Ochaco blinked.

"E-eh? But...you don't even know me!" she stammered. The other girl looked her up and down once before replying.

"My name is Tsuyu Asui."

Ochaco eyed the outstretched hand. "O-Ochaco. Uraraka." Tsuyu smiled at her, and it was a sweet smile, a kind smile. Ochaco liked that smile instantly. She placed her cold and still-damp hand in Tsuyu's and followed the girl to the back of the store, where a set of stairs led up to the loft above.

Tsuyu's mother, it turned out, was just as kind and caring as Tsuyu. Ochaco was outfitted in dry clothes in no time, while her own clothing was put into a bag for her to carry home. Then, Tsuyu spent fifteen minutes in her room with Ochaco, helping her clean the scrapes on her hands and knees until they were certain the abrasions were all free of dirt and grime. Ochaco couldn't help but fidget and blush under all the attention. It wasn't that she was never tended to like this at home because of neglect or anything like that. Her parents had just always encouraged independence. They taught her to clean and treat her own wounds, so she could be self-reliant when necessary. To have someone look after her though...Ochaco had to admit it was a nice feeling. She felt a small pang of reluctance when Tsuyu finally led her back to the shop.

"What kind of gift were you thinking of for your mother?" Tsuyu asked, browsing through the aisles with Ochaco. Ochaco glanced around at all the plants, brown eyes wide with wonder.

"I'm not really sure," she mumbled as she reached up to touch a leaf hanging low from a potted plant. "She likes the colour pink..."

"Hmmm. Pink is a nice colour, and we have lots of pink flowers and plants," Tsuyu commented, tapping her lip as she trailed her gaze across the shelves. "Does she like gardening and maintaining flowers a lot?"

"Mmhmm! She loves flowers and plants. She works on her flowers whenever she isn't busy with work. When I was little, I used to help out with them sometimes. Then I got older and had to do more homework and stuff...I started helping less and less. And my friends wanted to hang out, well...none of them wanted to plant flowers and stuff like that. So..." Ochaco smiled a little sadly and tucked her wet hair behind her ear. She stopped as a bright flower caught her eye. "Oh! What's that one? It's so pretty..." She gestured to the pot holding a short plant with fuzzy-looking leaves and small pink blooms.

"That's an African violet. It's beautiful, isn't it?" Tsuyu answered. Ochaco nodded, not taking her eyes off the cute little plant. Tsuyu hummed thoughtfully. "It's a houseplant. Do you think your mother would like one of those?"

Ochaco nodded. "Yeah...yeah I think she might." Tsuyu smiled.

"I'll get it wrapped and packaged up for you. We'll have to be careful, because the leaves are very prone to mold so you don't want to get them wet." Tsuyu picked up the plant and carried it back to the checkout counter. Ochaco watched as she placed it in a box, with tissue paper to help cushion it, and used a plastic bag over the top to cover and protect it. The rain outside had slowed almost to a complete stop now, but Ochaco was glad Tsuyu was being so thorough. She didn't want to take any chances with her mother's present.

She paid with her card as Tsuyu finished packaging the plant. With a smile, Ochaco thanked Tsuyu and gently lifted the plant off the counter. She was about to turn to the exit when a gentle hand stopped her. With a confused look, she turned back to Tsuyu.

"Here." Tsuyu held out a small card. It was the business card for the shop, but the main number was crossed off and a different one was scrawled underneath. Ochaco took the card with her free hand and blinked. "If...if you're looking for a friend who would want to plant flowers and stuff like that...you can always call me," the wide-mouthed girl explained. Ochaco blinked twice more. A smile grew on her face.

"Thanks, Tsuyu," she replied. She tucked the card into her purse. "I'll keep that in mind." Tsuyu returned her smile and let go of her arm, waving her off. Ochaco just smiled wider and practically skipped out the door. She reminded herself to be careful at the last minute though, her purse and clothing bag swinging on her arms. She didn't want to trip and risk ruining her mother's present.

Ochaco's smile remained on her face the entire trip home.

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theangriestpea · 4 years

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Exclusive | Sweet Pea

Summary: Since Josie broke Sweet Pea's heart, he's enlisted the help of a FWB to get over his heartache. What happens when she starts to catch feelings? <ao3> <Kink Masterlist>

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Rating: Mature // Explicit

Word Count: 1.6k+

Warnings: Smut, Mild dirty talk...very tame compared to what I’ve been writing.

A/N: I decided to combine an anon request and a @riverdalebingo prompt! Anon requests a FWB turned to lovers smut oneshot and I used it to fill my “Morning Wood” square. Enjoy some Soft!Pea. I haven’t written him in a while lmao.

The phone on the bedside table began to buzz loudly, vibrating against the dark wood. A hand reached out from under the mound of blankets and grabbed it, receding back under cover before a groggy voice could be heard, “Hello?”

“You should come over. I have something you need to take care of.” A familiar, smug voice said back to her.

She looked at the time on the screen before groaning, “You’re making a booty call at six thirty in the morning? Are you insane?”

“No, just horny. Come on, door’s unlocked. You can go back to sleep after I wear you out.” Click.

Y/N groaned again, wondering what she should do. Did she go to him or just go back to sleep? The thought of sleeping in bed next to him sent chills up her spine. Despite their strict label of only friends with benefits, her feelings had been growing more and more each day for the tall Serpent.

He came to her, heartbroken over the rejection of Josie and in need of a distraction. While she had always found Sweet Pea incredibly attractive, she thought his personality was a little...rough around the edges. And even though it started out as a rebound fuck, their casual relationship came as a bit of a comfort to both of them.

Lately Y/N has been wanting more than just late night tosses in beds not big enough for two people. She craved spending actual time with him where they didn’t end up naked and moaning. While the sex was great, it was somehow leaving her more and more empty each time they did it.

It had been nearly five months since Josie broke his heart and deep down she knew it hadn’t been enough time for him. She was the first girl he had ever opened himself up to and she thoroughly ruined him for it. Y/N was positive that he would never feel safe enough with her to do the same, and that thought left her aching.

Still, the idea of being wrapped up in his arms for the rest of the morning was simply too enticing. She slipped out of bed, not bothering to put anything on besides a pair of sweatpants and a holey oversized t-shirt. The easy access would have him grinning.

She took the short walk to his trailer, living only a few plots down, and walked in through the front door. After closing and locking it, she kicked off her slides and padded to his bedroom where she found him lying naked with one hand on his hard cock.

“What a sight for sore eyes.” She said teasingly as she walked over to him. Sweet Pea just smirked at her, proud that she had come to him. Even after Josie shattered his ego, Y/N had quickly begun to build it back up. He was now back to his cocky self.

“You bet your ass, princess. Lose those clothes.” He said, not even bothering to beat around the bush. He never did. The pet name nearly made her shiver, however she was able to stop herself. No sense in letting him know he had some kind of hold over her. He’d only use it to his own advantage.

She stripped down to the nude in a matter of seconds. “Do you think I just magically get wet for your or something?” She asked, “Or I’d just hop on your dick dry?”

Sweet Pea sat up, “stop complaining so much and get over here.” He said, reaching out to grab her wrist and pull her onto the bed. She fell forward, landing on her stomach so her backside was bare to him. He took the opportunity to slap her on the ass nice and hard.

“Ow, you jerk!” She hissed back at him, quickly rolling over before he could do it again. Of course his lips were still perched in that same stupid smirk he always had when he knew he was about to get laid. Sometimes he could be so predictable.

“You love it when I smack that fine ass of yours.” He said as his hand ran from her knee up to her thigh, squeezing the flesh there before slipping between her legs fully. She was pouting at him now, aggravated by how right he was. The thought ran across her mind to confess to him, but it quickly flew away when his fingers brushed against her clit. Instead she was let out a soft and needy whine.

Her emotions boiled over as he began a trail of kissing across her chest. “Wait, Sweet Pea, stop.” He looked up at her, barely pulling away from her. His finger was still barely touching her clit.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, annoyed until he saw the look on her face. Her eyes were glazed with a thin film of tears that were threatening to fall. He fully removed his hand from between her legs and placed it on her outer thigh instead. “Hey, Y/N, what is it?” His voice was softer this time.

“I can’t do this anymore.” She breathed out, voice hitching in her throat half-way through. “I-I…” She stammered, trying to breathe before she completely fell apart. “I don’t want to just be your fuck buddy, Sweets. I want to be more than that…” She couldn’t look at him as she turned her head away and closed her eyes tight. Her entire body was rigid, prepared for rejection or disgust or anger.

She received none of that.

A rough hand came up and grabbed her chin, turning her head straight again. “Look at me.” He whispered to her and she reluctantly opened her eyes to oblige him, a few stray tears managing to escape her eyelids. “Are you sure you want an actual relationship with me? You know my track record.”

“I don’t care about that.” She said back softly. “That is all I want, I’m tired of just being on your mind when you want sex.”

Sweet Pea chuckled lightly, “trust me, you’re on my mind much more often than that.” He leaned down and kissed her softly, “Y/N will you be my girl? The only person that I’ll ever need when I want to get off? The one I can hold at night to help me fall asleep? Ride on the back of my bike with those daisy dukes you like to wear to tease me so everyone can see what they’re missing out on?”

She reached out to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close as she kissed him back hard. She pulled away when he tried to stick his tongue in her mouth. “I’d love nothing more.” She whispered against his lips and instantly he was kissing her again, hand back between her legs to stimulate her clitoris.

It didn’t take long for her moans to start filling the small room as he began to finger her with his index and middle finger, his kiss practically leaving bruises on her lips. Her hips rolled with the rhythm of his hand, trying to chase her high. He increased his speed as her legs spread more, cries getting even louder as his mouth enveloped her nipple and began to suck on her.

“I need your dick,” She whined, tugging on his hair to try and get her urgency across. “Please, Sweet Pea.” He gave her breast one last nip before sitting up.

He moved between her legs, large hands on her thighs to spread her legs as far apart as possible. “Look at that pretty pussy, all wet for me.” He said with a devious smile on his face. She held her breath, waiting for him to hurry up and enter her. When he just looked at her, she exhaled in frustration.

“This pussy is all yours if you would just hurry up and put your cock in it.” She grumbled at him and he couldn’t help but laugh as he aligned himself up with her core and pushed in.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He moaned as he pushed in all the way to his hilt. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him down by the back of his neck for another hungry kiss.

His hips moved fast and hard, using long strokes to fuck her senseless as his teeth grazed over the skin of her neck and shoulder. He had refrained from marking her skin before since they weren’t exclusive yet. That was all about to change though.

He left a string of large bruises on all the skin his mouth could reach, one hand holding her thigh with a firm grip as he increased his speed. She was a mess underneath him, moaning and whimpering and winding tighter and tighter until she finally came hard around him.

All of the tension left her body and she was reduced into a puddle of pleasing emotions as he rode out her high and pushed her into a hazy afterglow, pulling out and spilling cum all over her stomach when he was finally finished.

His face was buried into the area where her neck met her shoulder, breathing in the smell of sweat and sex as they bought caught their breaths.

“Fuck that was a great way to wake up.” Sweet Pea said, sitting up to grin like an idiot at her. She rolled her eyes at him but was smiling nonetheless.

She yawned and he moved to lay beside her, pulling her into his chest. “As promised, you can now go back to sleep.” He mumbled tiredly into her hair. “And when I wake up with another boner we can go again.”

Y/N scoffed back a laugh at him as she turned onto her side so they could spoon. “What a great start to our relationship. Multiple rounds of wake up sex.”

“Is there a better way to start one?” He asked, evidently already half asleep.

“None that I can think of.” She murmured back and they both fell into a blissful state of sleep.

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thirsty-x1 · 4 years

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Thirsty | Cho Seungyoun

Request:

Can I request a one shot w syoun where his partner (gf?) fingers him while sucking him off? Only if you’re comfortable with writing that! Thank you xx

↬ Pairing: Seungyoun x fem!reader.

↬ Genre: Smut.

↬ Warnings: explicit language, anal fingering, oral sex.

↬ Word Count: 1.7k+

There were many masterpieces in the world, but you certainly found unfair that your boyfriend’s ass wasn’t considered one of the seven wonders. It was firm and round and tiny, or maybe that’s just how you liked to describe it. He was usually fonder of wearing loose clothes, but the few times you caught him with tight jeans… it was a blessing, and seeing it with no clothes was beyond anyone’s imagination. This being explained, it wasn’t unusual for you to squish it every now and then when you had the chance, usually followed by a grinning Seungyoun shaking his head.

And now it wasn’t any different, your boyfriend sleeping peacefully next to you, his hair all over the pillow as he turned around to change position, your favorite toy in the world coming into view beneath the bed sheets. You slithered down, waiting for the right moment before your hands massaged it softly, your eyebrows shooting up when Seungyoun left a tiny moan that made you stop. After a few seconds, you tried it again, this time more slower, your thumbs caressing the skin of his inner thighs and he trembled slightly while burying his head on the pillow.

Well, that was new.

You went back up, leaving a trail of kisses on his exposed back until you reached the nape of his neck, his small giggle letting you know he was wide awake now.

“Baby…”

“Hm?”

“Would you like to try it?” His ears perked up at the question and he almost hit your head as he got up suddenly. “I remember you saying that it would be interested…”

“But now?” You shrugged and he shook his head. “I- I have to get ready first. Clean and all. So then… tonight?”

A smile played on the corner of your lips as you nodded, not expecting he would agree so quickly to it. Both Seungyoun and you liked to try new things, it was just fun to see how things would turn out, sometimes ending in the best way possible while others became a fun story or a reminder to not go there again, and this was the newest experience: fingering. For Seungyoun. He got tired of listening to some of his friends talk about how amazing it was and of course it picked up his curiosity, so once he brought it up to you in a rather shy way, unusual in him, but quickly said that if you didn’t like it or were disgusted by it, you didn’t need to do it. But how could you say no to something that would bring him pleasure?

You continued with your day as usual, but it was obvious that Seungyoun was nervous about it. Or maybe excited, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. He would walk one way to another, sit down, then get up, eat, then refuse to have dinner a thousand times before he finally went to shower himself, furrowing his brows when you simply laughed at him. If you had to be honest, you were pretty anxious about it as well, the pressure of wanting to make it a good, memorable experience for him was weighing on you but maybe if you acted calmed about it, he would relax too.

After what felt like an eternity, the night came, the slight cold atmosphere doing nothing against your warm body that just came out of shower to find a fidgeting Seungyoun sitting on the bed, playing games on his phone. Teasing him a bit wouldn’t hurt, right? So you let your towel fall to the ground, holding back a smile as you saw how he almost dropped the phone and started drying your hair, not taking your eyes off of the mirror that showed you how Seungyoun struggled to find a comfortable position. You put on the short satin nightdress that he had gifted you and turned around, your boyfriend on his tummy while complaining about losing yet another match until your hands on his thighs made him jolt.

“Are you comfortable?” Your fingers played with the fabric of his briefs, noticing his muscles tighten in anticipation to your every touch. “I think you need to relax a bit.”

It didn’t took much to know how Seungyoun was feeling; he was an open book and his thoughts would always reflect on his body. You massaged his legs slowly, running your hands up his thighs while avoiding his butt on purpose and continuing with his back, sitting on the low part of it to apply some pressure on his shoulders. After a few minutes, he stopped being so tense, his breathing stabilizing and gave you a small thumbs up as if to tell you he was feeling better now.

You stood up and he turned around, sitting and quickly bringing you to him as he pressed your lips together, this time him being the one melting you. He pulled you closer, having you straddle his hips just in time to let you feel his hard on.

“Stop teasing me so much.” His voice was barely a whisper against your lips, your hand on his chest letting you feel his heart beating faster as he noticed your nails thoroughly trimmed.

Without saying a word, you kissed down his chest, lingering for a few seconds on the tattoos on your way before pulling down his underwear to let his cock spring out, the precum already leaking off the tip. It was a first to see him this turned on at trying something new, so you lost no time in taking him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head before following the vein on the underside of his shaft. When you looked up, his eyes were fixed on you, his lips slightly parted as he sighed at your movements.

“Can you pass me the lube, baby?” You saw his face change in a hundred colors before stuttering a small “yes” and grab the bottle next to him and hand it to you.

Getting into your knees, you changed your position and gripped his thighs while pulling a bit on him, his eyes opening wide at the new exposure before he tried to cover himself and failed on it. His hands were covering his face but the redness on his ears gave him away, and you couldn’t help but to giggle at his reaction. Somehow, it made you soften while feeling more powerful, it being the first time that Seungyoun had gotten this embarrassed with you in the most adorable way. You let go of one of his legs and squirted a bit of the lube into your fingers, his head popping up at the sound.

“W-wait…” You stopped immediately, the view resulting comedy worthy.

“Is everything alright? Do you want to stop?”

He shook his head furiously. “No, but… b-be gentle with me, please.”

A shiver ran down your spine when you saw him so vulnerable, his voice thin and higher than usual. You nodded, giving a reassuring squeeze to his thigh before circling his entrance with the cold lube, his body reacting at the temperature almost instantly. Making sure that it was well lubricated, you put a bit more in your fingers and went back to suck on his dick as if trying to distract him from the slight prodding of your fingertip.

“Relax, Seungyoun, everything will be alright.” He seemed to follow your advice for a bit, letting you press a few millimeters in before tightening again. “You won’t shit yourself.”

His laugh filled the room while he got shy, but at least that calmed him down a bit. You took care of each motion, making sure that the stretch didn’t become painful for him, putting more lube each time you felt it was necessary or when he asked you. Before you realized, you had two fingers inside of him, keeping them still as he got used to it. When he showed you he was ready, you started to move the pad of your fingers back and forth, pressing slightly upwards as if you were giving it a massage and checking on him.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck, wait.” Seeing the worry in your face, he smiled sweetly. “It feels too good and I don’t… I don’t want to cum too fast.”

Maybe you should listen to him, but that was his pride talking. You went back to jerking him off lazily, the palm of your hand teasing his tip before putting it in your mouth again while moving your fingers at the same time. Alternating between shallow thrusts and precise ones, you started to edge him, bobbing your head up and down his length and your ears getting rewarded with his soft moans. The rush of power became stronger and stronger and you stopped sucking on him, wanting to see his expression as you started to stimulate his spot while masturbating him. His head thrown back, his voice getting louder, higher and breathier, the tattoos on his skin revealing the light layer of sweat, his stomach tightening on time with the walls hugging your fingers… everything felt new and intoxicating.

“Look at me, Seungyoun.” He tried his best to comply with your order, his eyes fluttering shut when the sensations overwhelmed him. “Can you be a good boy and cum for me?”

It was the final straw. Seungyoun let out a choked whine when you rubbed the spot again, his cock throbbing in your hand as he came all over his chest, the spurts painting his skin as the muscles kept clenching around your fingers. His body spasmed a bit, his legs shaking as he came down from his high. You carefully took out your fingers from him, placing soft kisses on his skin as he complained at the emptiness. Walking to the bathroom, you washed your hands and got back with a fresh towel, cleaning him and drying the sweat away before laying down next to him.

“How was it? Are you feeling good? Does it hurt?” By the look on his face, you could say he was too far gone, but still he turned around, snuggling against your chest as if seeking for refuge.

“It was amazing, I’m more than fine and it doesn’t hurt now, but I think you did a good job so don’t worry about it.” He pressed a kiss on your neck. “Thank you.”

You laughed and played with his hair. “You looked adorable. I want to have you like that more often.”

He pulled away to stare at you. “Just you wait until I gain some strength and I will definitely take revenge.”

This feels short but I loved writing it! Thank you so much for requesting jsdakd damn I want to peg them cOUGH

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 4 years

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Love Isn’t Always On Time Part Twenty Four

Previous Part | Next Part | Masterlist Notes: These next few chapters are gonna be kinda Steve-heavy due to the nature of the MCU Not beta-read Warnings: Uuuuh none Summary:    Steve had been in D.C. for nearly seven months; I got regular updates about him from Natasha, but he didn't know that. I was worried about him getting lonely while he was down there, had asked her to keep an eye out.

"Come on, please? Just for a weekend." My brows rose at the tone of voice, and I shifted the phone where it was cradled between my ear and shoulder. It was slow as hell at work -- one couple making out in the corner and a regular that I trusted to pour his own drinks from the bottle of Jack I'd left on the Formica-topped bar. I wasn't too far off from it anyway - close enough to make it look like I'd just set it aside to spiral a lemon peel if my boss stepped out of his office.

Steve had been in D.C. for nearly seven months; I got regular updates about him from Natasha, but he didn't know that. I was worried about him getting lonely while he was down there, had asked her to keep an eye out.

I liked Natasha. We'd known one another before I went back in time; she'd always told me I was in the wrong business. When I'd come back, I'd bonded with her and Hill more than I thought I ever would.

"I'm trying to get him to go out more," Natasha told me the last time we'd spoken, "But it's hard. He's got this little notebook he keeps of things people tell him he needs to look up. I'm pretty sure he's been spending all of his free time either working out or looking things up."

"Steve likes to be thorough."

"I bet he does." That flirty edge to her voice told me Steve had mentioned a thing or two about our past relationship. I ran my hand over my face, looking around the bar, as if there was someone or something there that needed my help to get me off of this call. I'd been dying to see Steve, but adamant with myself about giving him his space.

"Sounds an awful lot like you're begging me to come and see you," I finally said.

"I am."

There was a firmness in his voice that I hadn't heard from him in a long time. At least, not where I was concerned.

"I miss you," He added more quietly. I wasn't expecting that. In all of our other conversations, Steve had nothing but good things to say about D.C., the sparse details of the missions he was going on, the things he got to do and see, some fancy combat moves he'd learned while sparring with Natasha. I leaned against the bar, resting my hand on the phone and sighing.

"I miss you, too, Stevie."

"Then come see me. Drive down in that swish car Stark gave you and stay the weekend."

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"You haven't been sleeping well," I observed when he opened the door. He pursed his lips.

"It hasn't even been a minute and you're already scolding me," Steve pulled me into a warm hug before I could say anything else. I leaned into it, sliding my arms up over those broad shoulders and letting myself curl against him.

"Come on," He urged me inside, an arm still around my waist as he led me into his apartment. I whistled, looking around.

"They set you up in a nice place," I commented, looking around.

"I like it. Three times as big as our old place," Steve reminded me.

"And not even half the size of the floor Stark set you up in," I teased.

"I went on a mission last night. That's why I look tired," Steve justified to me. I hummed in understanding, leaning against the arm of the couch and looking up at him.

"Everything go okay?"

"Fine. Fine, just. Natasha..." He trailed off, shaking his head, and I frowned, waiting for him to finish. When he left it at that, I sighed.

"Nat's a spy, Stevie. Not a soldier."

"You sound like her."

"I'm stating a fact. S.H.I.E.L.D isn't like the old days, we can't go back to that. Everything is different now. The way we treat our privacy is different, the way we fight wars is different. And with Loki, in New York? Thor? Gods, demi-gods, magic, whatever the fuck the Tesseract is? The world has changed."

Steve's lips were pressed into a thin line. Neither of us spoke right away.

"I thought Nat was kidding when she told me that not being in the game was driving you crazy," Steve said.

"You two talk about me?" I asked.

"About as much as you two talk about me," Steve retorted. I nodded. That was fair. "Why don't you talk to Fury about getting reinstated?" Steve asked. I snorted.

"That's not gonna happen, and you know it." I pushed myself off of the arm of the couch.

"We should go do something. What do you wanna do?" I asked.

"Could check out the exhibit." I knew exactly what he was talking about. I nodded.

"Let's go."

"I'll grab my jacket." "Still can't believe you haven't gone yet. It's been open for months. I hear Morita and Falsworth were at the opening," I said, leaning in Steve's doorway as he pulled his jacket on.

"They were. I saw them separately. I can still drink them under the table."

"Only because alcohol doesn't effect you. That is elder abuse, Rogers."

"Hey, I'm an elder. You wouldn't believe the look the ticket taker gave me when I asked for the senior discount at the movies last week." I snorted, grinning, and straightened up as Steve made to leave the apartment, baseball cap in hand.

"Hey, Steve."

We turned at the sound of a woman's voice, and I raised a brow at the sight of a pretty blonde in nurse's scrubs and a denim jacket. She cast me a smile, and I did my best to return it, even as my mind was racing.

"Hey, Sharon," Steve greeted.

She ducked into her apartment before introductions could be made. I could swear I had seen her before, but I couldn't place her. Steve must've taken my furrowed brow and staring at her door for simple confusion.

"My neighbor," Steve explained.

"I kinda got that when she opened the door to the apartment and went inside."

"Alright, smart-ass," Steve grumbled.

"We taking your bike?" I asked, tucking my hands into my pockets.

"We can, if that's what you want."

What I wanted was a good reason to hold on to Steve.

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We took the bike.

--- "I still don't understand why they're exhibiting this in the Museum of Air and Space," I commented. Steve had surprised me by taking my hand in his as we walked toward the building.

"I mean, no offense, but the one time you flew a plane, it didn't go all that well," I added. Steve shot me a look from under his cap, and I couldn't help but snort.

" 'm just saying,' I mumbled.

I felt Steve tense as we drew closer to the exhibit. The words, 'Captain America: The Living Legend And Symbol of Courage' were in thick type at the entrance.

"If you wanna go at any point, we can," I offered. Steve nodded, giving my hand a squeeze as we walked inside.

"The story of Captain America is one of honor, bravery, and sacrifice."

Steve's shoulders were practically at his ears, head ducked like if he stood up straight, people would know him instantly. I didn't blame him- a baseball cap wasn't the most efficient method of cover.

Drifting through the exhibit with Steve's hand in mine made me think of the World's Fair, Bucky's last night in Brooklyn, and our last night as us.

"Hey," Steve said softly, squeezing my hand and drawing my attention to a photo. I turned to look at it, and I felt my jaw drop. I wandered closer to it, stunned at the sight of a picture of Steve and I. It was from behind the scenes on the bond tour.

I could tell from our positions - my face tipped up and grinning, lipstick smudged, his head bent toward me, hands cradling my face- that he'd just gotten through kissing me fairly thoroughly. The caption beneath the portrait said 'Captain Rogers with unidentified fan'.

"'Unidentified fan'," Steve read, brow furrowing.

"Well. I was a fan. Still am, in fact."

Steve lowered his voice, "Do you think that was... S.H.I.E.L.D's doing? Keeping your name out of things?"

"If they knew this was listed to be part of the exhibit, they never would've let it through. I did my best to keep my head down and my face out of the pictures back then. I guess this one slipped."

"This and that picture of you and Howard."

I hummed in agreement, nodding. Tony had gone through a few of his father's things, finding notes on Steve, me, Bucky, and a newspaper clipping from the World's Fair; a photo I barely remembered with me pulled into a grinning Howard's side; I'd looked like I'd seen a ghost.

"I used to think you were just camera shy. Especially when Bucky borrowed that one from Ernie, to take a picture of you before he was shipped off.”

My face went red at the memory, Bucky's careful cajoling as I had stripped down to my bullet bra, garter belt and tap pants ("You really think I'd ever let the guys see this?...Aw, baby, no, this is just for me...And maybe a copy for Stevie...Look at you, all flushed. So pretty for me, baby.")

"You okay?"

Steve's words broke me from my remembrance, and I raised my eyes to meet his. He had a small, mischievous smile and a twinkle in his eye.

"I'm fine. I was...Somewhere else."

"I think I know where that might've been," Steve teased, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"Shut up," I mumbled, ducking my head as if I could hide the blush Steve had already seen.

"Tell you what," He added, "I still have that picture."

"You do not."

"Do, too," Steve laughed.

We rounded a corned and both froze when we saw it. Bucky. A photo of his face, that stern moue of his mouth.

"Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both school yard and battle field. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in the service of his country."

Just beside the display, old reels of footage showing Steve and Bucky pouring over maps, of the two of them side by side, laughing despite of where they were, what they were doing. I turned my head, resting my forehead against Steve's shoulder and closing my eyes for a moment. I missed Bucky every day, but that loss always felt little more poignant when I was with Steve. It wasn't fair that he and I were there and Bucky wasn't.

"Y'alright?" Steve asked. I lifted my head, swinging our hands between us and casting Bucky one more look before nodding.

"C'mon," I urged, "I wanna see if they have a bobble head of you in the gift shop."

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"You seeing anyone?" I asked. Steve squirmed in his seat, eyes set on his fries. I'd waited until we were well into our meal to start politely grilling him. It wasn't going well.

"No," He said.

"Not even Natasha? You two seem pretty close." Steve shrugged his shoulders.

"We've been working together a lot."

"She's attractive, you're attractive--"

"Is that all it takes?"

"You two are very similar people," I finished, watching Steve, "You're both calculated, quick. I'm not saying being hot is a requirement but it doesn't hurt." Steve grunted, and I could tell it was a dead-end.

"What about that neighbor we ran into?" I prodded. Steve lifted his head, meeting my eyes.

"Have you been seeing anyone?" He asked.

"We're not talking about me."

"Well have you?" I held his gaze as he stared me down before I shook my head a little bit.

"No."

"Neither have I."

"Not even one date? One drink, one dance?"

"Nope."

"What are you waiting for, Steve?"

"Nothing. I've already met the right partner. I made the mistake of leaving her in New York." My stomach twisted, and I felt myself drawing away, slouching a little; it was my turn to look down at my fries.

"Nat's down here with you," I pointed out.

"It ain't Nat and you know it."

"Steve--"

"I have had... A lot of time to think," Steve said, "And Nat has spent a lot of time trying to set me up." I laughed, shaking my head and raising my eyes to meet his. Steve leaned forward, folding his arms and watching me.

"I haven't just woken up. I have spent time in the 21st century, and I've been doing it without you, and it's awful. If you don't feel the same, that's alright, I get it. I haven't been the best at keeping in touch--"

"You've been working things out. I was trying to give you your space, too."

"I don't want that much space."

"...So what do you want to do? Stay here in D.C.?"

"Work will keep me down here, probably. Headquarters is here." I nodded. Steve bit his lip, thinking.

"I ...Would you come down here?" He asked. He looked shy, nervous. I smiled.

"I think they've got bars down here. I could get a job."

"Wouldn't have to worry about an apartment," Steve added.

"Or a car," I smiled. Steve's shoulders relaxed for the first time since we left the museum. He took hold of my hand, raising it to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

"Fuck, I've missed you, doll," He sighed.

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meterokinesis · 4 years

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Skin and Bones

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Prompt: Starvation

TW: Hunger/food insecurity, ED mention (very short), Implied/referenced drug use

Summary: Jason Todd knew what hungry felt like. Hunger and Jason had always been bosom buddies.

Jason Todd knew what being hungry felt like.

That’s always what they called it when he was a little kid and the teachers tried to pretend that most of their class had full bellies. They’d say “when you haven’t had lunch yet, you’re hungry. But when you don’t eat for days, that’s hunger.”

Hunger and Jason were bosom buddies, and had been for years.

It was bad enough when it was just him and Catherine. At least then he could pilfer through her pockets for enough loose change to buy them rice and bread and beans. It wasn’t much, but it kept them alive in between the free lunches Jason got at school.

It got worse when Catherine had to be admitted to the hospital. Jason wasn’t stupid--he’d gotten an A on that last English paper. He knew that she was doing drugs. He knew that their food money went into plastic baggies full of powder and who-knows-what-else. He knew that their already low budget would be gone as soon as the hospital started sending bills.

He started stealing parts off cars that he passed on the walk home, then selling them to the shady guys at the garage. He’d sneak what he could from pockets and couches and placed it in places no one would ever notice. Bills rolled up in the toes of his sneakers, pennies and nickels shoved into his sock drawer. Jason was good at sneaking around already, but he learned to be even better. His life depended on it.

Catherine died the Friday after Valentine’s Day. Her hospital room was full of discount flowers and cheap chocolates. She squeezed his hand before she died, and she smiled. Her smile was unmatched, totally unique. In the days that passed afterwards, Jason would wonder if his smile ever looked like hers.

As Catherine’s breathing slowed and then stopped, Jason snuck out of the fourth floor and onto the street below. He had one, maybe two days left in the apartment before CPS found him and tried to force him into a foster home.

He’d rather die than go there.

So Jason Todd, eleven years old and barely five feet tall, broke into his apartment to survey the life he was leaving behind. Some of it was easy. He could afford to take two bags: a backpack and a duffel. The duffel got a pair of boots, a pair of sneakers, five sets of clothes, jackets, and a copy of Huckleberry Finn. He’d already read Tom Sawyer, he didn’t need to bring that too.

The backpack got essentials, like his toothbrush and toothpaste, his school ID, the money he’d saved up, and another set of clothes. His birth certificate and Social Security card were wedged under the loose floorboard already, so he left them there. When his path led him to the kitchen, Jason swallowed hard before grabbing a knife and a pair of scissors, then wrapping them both carefully and placing them in the backpack too.

He crawled into his bed, with its blue striped bedsheets, and tried to fall asleep. The sounds of Gotham weren’t comforting anymore, but rather like every monster under his bed amplified. He was too old to be scared of things that weren’t there, but every Gothammite knew that the city was not to be trifled with. The city he’d soon be in the heart of.

The clinking of keys on the apartment’s old doorknob woke him up. He’d always been a light sleeper, but for a second he thought it was maybe just Catherine coming home. Then he remembered how she’d never come home again. Jason was out of bed in a matter of seconds, grabbing his bags, tugging on his shoes, and climbing down the fire escape. The old watch he’d taken from Catherine’s room--he thought it was his dad’s--read 7:12, which meant it was really 3:17. Jason crept through the streets, not letting his heart catch up with his head. He’d have to squat somewhere for the night, maybe an abandoned warehouse or something. He’d found a few while adventuring the summer before, and not all of them could have been blown up in the last eight months.

“Clinton and Hall has a good one,” he mumbled to himself, steering his feet that way. It was cold, even for February, but he had no choice. It was either walk seven blocks now or walk straight to CPS. He’d take the seven blocks.

It was a quiet night, at least for Crime Alley. There were the usual shady guys doing deals in the back alleys and the over-rouged women in heels and too-short skirts, but at least no one was running around trying to blow the city up again. A night without Batman and Robin coming around was a good night, as far as Jason was concerned.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Batman, just that he tended to invite more trouble than he did away with. Even the most well-intentioned people couldn’t fix Crime Alley. Jason would know, he was Crime Alley through and through.

He finally reached the warehouse and dragged himself up seven flights of stairs, where there was an office that sat mostly untouched. There was a boarded-up window and the walls were probably full of asbestos, but the door locked, so as far as Jason was concerned it was great. The boy placed his duffel bag under his head and slipped his backpack around so it covered his stomach. As the first breaths of sleep came to him, he could hazily feel hunger stab at his stomach. He hadn’t eaten in three days.

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In the eight months since Jason had taken to the street, he’d learned a few things: trust people sparingly, only share if you have enough, and never let anyone give you shit. His copy of Huck Finn was tattered now, but it was the only real piece of home he had left.

He wasn’t alone by any means. There had been some older kids who had taken him under their wing for a few weeks back in April, but they got busted for dealing and Jason hadn’t seen them since. He and his occasional allies worked pretty well, a shared meal here, a hand-me-down there. Life wasn’t so bad like this, if you were careful.

Stealing the tires off the Batmobile wasn’t careful.

Jason felt Batman before he saw him. The guy just had that kind of energy, like a horror villain. But Jason already had three wheels off, with one stashed nearby, so there was really no point in stopping now.

“Excuse me, what are you doing?” The gruff voice asked, and that’s when Jason knew he was well and thoroughly fucked.

He didn’t answer, because Jason was never the type to admit guilt. A large hand fell on his shoulder, and he couldn’t help but jump. Batman turned him around, more gently than Jason thought he treated most criminals.

“Kid, you’ve gotta be what, thirteen? Come on, put those tires back on and get in the car.”

Well, Jason might be reckless enough to steal from Batman, but he wasn’t dumb enough to make himself an enemy. So, he silently put the tires back on the Batmobile and turned to face Batman. He was just as intimidating as everyone said he was.

“I know that you have stuff stashed somewhere,” Batman prompted, like he’d already seen thousands of alley kids today.

“Behind the dumpsters,” Jason muttered, staring at his scuffed-up sneakers.

Batman ducked behind the dumpster, and emerged with the two bags and a tire. Jason sheepishly put the last tire back, then stood and opened his hands for his bags. His hands were stained with dirt and grease, like black blood.

“In the car,” Batman ordered, and Jason’s stomach dropped.

“No!” He cried, his throat as dry as bone. “Please, you can’t turn me in. They’ll send me into the system or juvie or something. I’ll die in there, I know kids who have.” As much as he wished that was a lie, it wasn’t. Foster kids didn’t last long in Gotham.

Batman hesitated a moment, then spoke again. “Fine. Get in the car. I won’t take you to CPS, but I can’t let you go back on the streets.” His voice was firm, but also gentle. It was… strange.

Jason nodded, and tucked himself into the passenger side. Batman sat down in the driver’s seat, and with a reminder to fasten his seatbelt, the pair was off.

The drive wasn’t particularly long, but Jason was antsy all the same. His heart thundered as they entered a long tunnel in the side of what looked like a mountain, but Jason was pretty sure that there were no mountains in Gotham. Finally, they parked in some sort of weird cave-garage-thing. Batman turned to Jason, and looked him in the eyes.

“I have a doctor here. She’s going to take a look at you and make sure you’re okay. You can spend the night here. Then, we’ll discuss other options. No matter what, you’re not going on the street again.” He said this all in a perfunctory manner, but it was polite nonetheless.

Jason scrambled out of the Batmobile, only to see a familiar face waiting for him.

“Hello, Jason.” Dr. Thompkins smiled, and he tried to hide his surprise that she remembered him. He hadn’t been to the clinic in at least a year.

“Hi, Dr. T,” he mumbled.

“Alright, let’s get started. Can you sit down over here for me?” Jason followed her gesture, only to see a full clinic set up. What kind of garage was this? He nodded absently and shuffled over, then sat on the crinkly paper.

Dr. Thompkins walked him through a normal check up, with some added questions about how the past year had been. The whole time, she kept glancing at his face, like she expected him to start crying at any moment.

“So, Jason, I’m so sorry to hear about your mom.” She said as she tested his reflexes. His heart lurched in his chest, but he tried to keep his face from betraying him.

“... Thanks.” He mumbled, then left it at that.

Dr. Thompkins finished the exam, then stepped away to speak to Batman. Jason laid down to stare at the wall, but he couldn’t help but overhear some snippets of conversation.

“... known him for years… neonatal abstinence syndrome… only eighty pounds… severely malnourished… needs individualized support…”

The conversation trailed off as footsteps padded back into the room.

“Alright, so we have to get you up to date on vaccinations, and then you’re all done with me. You’re brave, you’ll be okay.” Jason nodded, and she injected the first vaccine. After three more, his arm was sore and his head was heavy. Dr. Thompkins led him to a reclining position, then pulled the curtain shut.

“Goodnight, Jason. It’s going to be okay.”

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Jason hadn’t expected to like the Imposter’s girlfriend so much, but he did. Stephanie got it in a way no one else did. The pair sat on a Crime Alley rooftop, sharing a combo meal from BatBurger.

“-And then, they accused me of being anorexic! Like no, I don’t have an eating disorder, I just can’t afford to eat more than saltines and water!” Stephanie rambled, gesturing wildly with a fry. “Seriously, I don’t think I ate an actual meal that wasn’t made by a lunch lady until I was fourteen.”

Jason chuckled, “My first big meal was when Bruce took me in. Until then, I thought having pizza or chicken nuggets for dinner was a splurge.”

Stephanie quieted, then looked from the carton of fries to Jason.

“Hey, does it ever get easier? Do you ever stop panicking when you grocery shop or when you treat yourself to lunch?” She questioned, her voice hoarse.

Jason took another bite of his burger.

“No. No, it doesn’t.”

#whumptober 2020 #my writing #jason todd #stephanie brown #hunger tw #food tw #drug tw #ed tw #crime alley was rough on jason ok

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hotforharrison · 5 years

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Confessions in a Can (Oneshot)

Masterlist

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield/Reader

Summary: Confessing your feelings to Harrison with help from some whipped cream.

Word Count: 1,307

Warnings: Language and smut, my usual go-tos.

A/N: I have over 3,000 words written in the next chapter of Heart’s Desires, so it’s definitely in progress! Kinky!Haz keeps being Soft!Haz. I don’t know if I can write him any way other than soft and sweet. I guess there’s room for both!

You had a problem. The problem had a name. Its name was Harrison Osterfield.

After meeting Harrison while he was walking one of your new favorite dogs, the sweet and adorable Monty, you became fast friends.

Your attraction to him was immediate. He was insanely hot. You’d have to be blind not to notice that. Hell, he was technically a male model, even though he was quick to remind you that he was an actor first and foremost when you teased him about it.

Although you knew you weren’t the best flirt, you’d tried subtly flirting with him. He was either not interested and didn’t know how to tell you, or completely clueless. Maybe you needed to be less subtle, but you definitely needed to be braver first.

It was a lazy weekend, and you were hanging out with Harrison, as had become what you usually did in the past few months.

"I'm going to the kitchen. Want anything?" he asked, getting up from the sofa and grabbing his empty glass off the coffee table.

"I'm good, thanks," you replied, half-watching the game on the TV.

He returned soon after with a bottle of beer and a can of whipped cream. After he put the beer bottle on the coffee table, he uncapped the whipped cream and sprayed it into his mouth.

You laughed. "Jesus, are you ten, Harrison?"

He grinned over at you, making a show of tipping his head back and squirting more in his mouth. "What? It's good!"

You noticed some had gotten on his neck. "Hey, you got some on you."

"Where?" he asked.

"I'll get it." You weren’t sure what it was, but you felt braver in that moment then you had in the past. It was time to leave no questions to your intentions.

You leaned over to bring your lips to Harrison's neck, tongue running slowly and thoroughly over his skin, cleaning off the sweet whipped cream.

When you pulled back and looked at his face, his eyes were widened, and he raised his eyebrows. "What was that?"

"Just helping a friend out with a little problem," you responded.

"More like making a not so little one," he muttered.

You glanced down at his sweatpants, the outline of his erection obvious through the fabric. You smirked, grabbing the can of whipped cream from him, and sprayed some on his arm.

He laughed. "Hey! What are you doing?"

Instead of responding, you moved to lick the whipped cream off of his skin.

"Oh, you're doing that. Alright.” He took a breath. “We should probably talk before we do this.”

"Sorry, my mouth is busy,” you told him.

He smiled. "No, it's not."

“Yes, it is.” You sprayed more whipped cream further up on his arm, close to the sleeve of his jersey, taking longer to lick it off this time.

When you were done, you played with the hem of his jersey, hand slipping underneath to brush against his toned stomach, the way you’d always wanted to do when you’d seen him shirtless.

He tensed underneath your touch, but didn't stop you. "I'm still not entirely sure what's going on here, and again, we are going to talk about it later, but I take it you want me to take my shirt off for whatever it is we’re doing right now?"

Instead of answering with words, you simply nodded.

He tugged the jersey over his head and dropped it on the sofa next to him, looking at you expectantly.

You licked your lips and dropped to your knees in front of him, making space for yourself between his spread legs.

His eyes were locked on you as you sprayed another line of whipped cream over his chest.

Your tongue traced patterns over his skin as you licked up the whipped cream. You gently bit down on one of his pecs and started sucking it.

“Hey, no marks,” he warned. “Going to the beach on Monday.”

You stopped, a little disappointed, and moved to flick one of his nipples with your tongue. Your teeth grazed over the hardening nub.

“Shit,” he groaned.

As an afterthought, you placed a glob of whipped cream over the other nipple before you attacked it with your mouth, not stopping until the last hint of sweetness was gone from his skin.

His abs were the next place you put the whipped cream, outlining them.

Whipped cream or no, you’d always wanted to lick his abs. Honestly, most women probably wanted to lick his abs, especially after all the thirst trap shirtless photos he posted on social media. You’d never tell him, but you had pretty much all of his sexy photos saved for when you spent time quality time with your battery-operated boyfriend.

You eagerly followed the trail of whipped cream over the firm muscles, appreciating the time he put in at the gym.

Next up on your trail down his torso was his belly button. It wasn’t something you’d admit aloud because you found it weird, at least not unless you were well on your way to drunk, but you found his belly button sexy.

After surrounding it with what was probably too much whipped cream, you swirled your tongue over and around his navel, paying extra attention to it long after the whipped cream was gone.

You placed one hand on his sweatpants near the waistband, other still holding the can of whipped cream, and looked up to meet his eyes, waiting for permission.

“Yeah. Yeah, go ahead,” he encouraged.

Your hand was a bit shaky with nervousness when you freed his cock from the confines of his sweatpants and boxers.

You took a moment to appreciate the sight and feel of it in your hand. He was a little longer than average, a good, sturdy thickness. If he let you, and you very much hoped he would, you knew he’d fill you up nicely.

Before he questioned why you were sitting there staring at his dick, you covered it partially with whipped cream, but the can hissed, spraying just air, before you were completely done.

With a shrug, you put the empty can on the coffee table, and licked a long stripe through the whipped cream from your hand up to the tip. You were quick to take him in your mouth and clean up the rest of the whipped cream with your tongue.

When you started licking and sucking him in earnest, he moaned loudly. His hands tangled in your hair. He gently guided you over his cock, definitely gentler than he had to be, careful not to make you gag or tug on your hair too hard. Even lost in pleasure, he was sweet.

“Gonna cum soon, love,” he warned you.

You sucked on him harder in response, bobbing your head faster.

“Fuck,” he groaned, as he spilled into your mouth in several long spurts.

You swallowed and pulled back, cleaning him thoroughly with little kitten licks as he softened.

“Too bad we’re out of whipped cream,” he commented, still a little breathless.

“Sorry you didn’t get much,” you apologized.

He chuckled. “I’m not, but it would be nice to return the favor. I guess I don’t technically need whipped cream to do that, though.”

“You want to do that?” you asked, surprised.

“I know you. You’re not that daft, darling.” He smiled brightly down at you, and your heart skipped a beat. “Now, come on. Let’s go to my room before one of the guys walks in on us, yeah?”

“One of the guys already heard you in there and chose not to walk in on you,” you heard a voice call from the kitchen. “It’s about damn time, too. You’ve been dancing around each other for weeks now. Tom owes me £50. He was sure you two were already fucking.”

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otonymous · 5 years

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The nsfw alphabet with Lucien bc I’m wondering what Lucien things are

Hi dear Anon!

Thanks for this fun Ask! This was my first time working with the NSFW Alphabet prompt, and it was lots of dirty fun! The fact that it’s about Lucien is a massive cherry on top 😂 Hope you enjoy it and happy reading! 💕

Warning: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.

The ABCs of Lucien (MLQC Headcanon - NSFW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Lucien will gently wipe you clean with the softest towels while your legs are still trembling from his previous onslaught

Plants soothing kisses on your knees, stomach and upper thighs

He’s got that tall glass of water already waiting on the bedside table

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s weak for your ankles, especially the area around the achilles tendon

His favourite body part: his eyes, because he loves seeing all the colour you bring into his world

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Has no qualms about coming anywhere on your body, but especially loves coming inside you (creampies galore) and in your mouth

If you swallow, he’s on cloud nine and instantly ready for round two (the refractory period doesn’t exist for Lucien)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves to watch you shower (you may or may not be aware of it)

He’s shaving, but also staring intently at your reflection in the mirror as you soap yourself behind the glass of the shower stall

The man is entranced as he follows the soapy bubbles with his eyes, trailing down your neck, sliding between your breasts…going all the way down to the apex of your thighs

Bonus points if he sees YOU shaving

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

You best believe this man is experienced

There’s a reason they call him Professor — the man will school you in the ways of love

Capable of getting you all hot and bothered with a single glance

This man’s hands, lips and tongue will anticipate your every need and desire

One night with him will ruin you for anyone else

F = Favourite Position

Lucien has a couple of favourites

Cowgirl: because he loves studying your facial expressions as you’re grinding and impaling yourself upon him. Lucien loves to watch you reach your hand down to touch yourself at the same time.

Missionary: the professor loves the versatility of this position, as he can increase the depth with which he’s plowing into you just by throwing your legs over his shoulders — plus it allows him to plant kisses on his favourite body part of yours: the ankles

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

There is absolutely nothing funny about getting fucked to within an inch of your life (although you can feel free to laugh about it afterwards)

Sex with Lucien is INTENSE — you can hardly breathe when he’s really pounding into you, let alone laugh

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Lucien is impeccably groomed and always fresh

Everything matches

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very intimate — Lucien loves to look deeply into your eyes as he’s buried to the hilt in you; it almost feels spiritual at times

His dirty talk game is strong AND romantic at the same time

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Lucien masturbates daily, while thinking about you (especially when he’s in the shower)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Doing the deed in public — the man thrives on the thrill of almost getting caught

He actually loves it when people wise up to what the two of you were up to

Anything goes as long as no one actually walks in on you

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His office at the research centre

Also enjoys bending you over a desk in an empty lecture hall

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

All that you are is Lucien’s biggest turn on

He loves whispering filthy sweet nothings in your ear in public, just to observe your embarrassed reaction

A big fan of black lingerie, fishnet stockings, garter belts

He’s your slave when you show up completely bare beneath a sleek trench coat, your outfit accessorized only by a pair of stilettos and a string of pearls around your neck

Bite your lip as you touch yourself in front of him - Lucien loves it when he gets a private show

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Lucien doesn’t share, so multiple partners, threesomes, open relationships, etc. are out of the question

Other than that, anything goes with this seasoned professor

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Enjoys both, but especially loves making you come with his mouth alone — the man lives to study every minute reaction of yours to every flick of his tongue

The professor has a silver tongue in more ways than one 😉- you have never come so fast from oral alone

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Lucien is versatile and adapts his pace to whatever the situation calls for

Lovemaking is often a mixture of both: starts off slow and sensual only to evolve into something rough and wild, and if the man is in a teasing mood (read: often), he will pull back to a relaxed rhythm just as you’re about to climax, driving you insane

He will typically jackhammer into you right when he’s about to come, leaving you breathlessly gasping for air and raking your nails down his sculpted back, biting into the firm flesh of his broad shoulders because you’re past the point of screaming

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He loves sex with you in general and all its variations

You’ll often engage in quickies since he has a penchant for taking you at any place and any time (read: public sex)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As long as it doesn’t involve anyone else other than the two of you, Lucien is game to try anything

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

The man is a rabbit

Lucien is definitely not lacking in the stamina department and will have you screaming his name for hours until your voice becomes hoarse

His refractory period is so short, it’s almost unbelievable — he’s capable of getting hard again almost immediately after he climaxes

He often has to hold back for your sake

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

The only toys he has are the ones he procured to use on YOU

Lucien loves to see you pushed to the edge of what your body can handle in terms of sexual stimulation

Professor Kink™ insists on having you insert a discrete bluetooth-controlled vibrator before you attend his lectures, just so he can activate it in the middle of his talk, right when he’s walking by your seat in the packed lecture hall. Ever the talented multitasker, Lucien is capable of teaching even as he’s admiring the bright flush of your cheeks and the tremble of your legs

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Didn’t you know that teasing is Lucien’s middle name? (and you wouldn’t change a thing)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

The man can get LOUD with his low, sexy moans and he could care less about who hears — he wants the world to know he’s fucking you

The way that he moans and hisses through his teeth when he first enters your wet warmth drives you insane with desire

Has a tendency to pant softly in your ear just as he’s about to come (right before he sucks your lobe into his mouth)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Lucien loves to discreetly slip his hand beneath your skirt when you guys are riding on a crowded bus

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

The professor is well-endowed: above average length and girth, with a slight upwards curve

The man is cut

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He maintains his composure well, but you will also find his picture in the definition of “Thirsty”

The man’s sex drive is sky high when it comes to you (and only you)

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes a lot to tire Lucien out, so you’re more likely to fall asleep before he does

He loves to watch you drift off to sleep with a satisfied smile on your face after being so thoroughly fucked

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