#And she keeps on going and storm into the last drop into the lion's den all by herself

[mnm-inc-miles]

MAY 2023

Joey ran faster than he’d ever in his life. He ran because had he stayed any longer, they would have killed him. Despite his efforts to bolt like a bat out of hell they seemed to catch up. Their long faces laughed and cackled; his body was shivering. Smoke bellowed around him as he continued to climb. The walls were slick with moisture from the steam, his hands burning as he grabbed any rock he could for support. Climbing out of the lion’s den. Lightning flashed and a hand grabbed his ankle, yanking him down.

Thunder cracked and in a cold sweat, Joey shot up in bed. His body soaked from perspiration as the nightmare subsided in the back of his mind. His chest slowly settled, and he crawled out of bed. Dragging his feet while wiping sleep from his eyes, Joey made his way to the bathroom. He splashed warm water on his face. Taking a deep breath he gazed into his own tired eyes, tears brimming. He was so close.

Glancing out the window he watched as the wind picked up, the storm still ragging. No one would be out in this weather, not even the vampires. He retreated to his bed to try and rest again, and sleep befell him quickly.

“Joey,” a panicked voice spoke. He looks over at his mother, the moonlight caused her eyes to glow. “They’re coming…” His jaw clenches and he gathers up two of the puppies, and the one human child that his mother recently bore. She picked up one of the puppies in her mouth and they tried to run for cover.

It was only a matter of time before they finally found them, and when they are most vulnerable. The vampires descend upon the family and start the slaughter.

“Take Hal and run, Joe, I’ll protect the puppies!”

“I can’t leave you…”

“GO!”

As he ran, he’s followed, chased by half a dozen vampires. He finds a hollowed stump and gently places Hal inside and turns to face his demons. The vampires cackle and call, taunting him and he readies himself for battle.

“I’m not afraid of you!” Joey shouts, his heart racing wildly. As they get closer, he pulls out his weapon, a very old Wakizashi, a sort of katana that is made from carbon steel sharpened dangerously. He swipes methodically, knocking heads as he goes. By some miracle he’s taken them out with only a few cuts and bruises to show for it. He grabs his little brother and runs back in the direction of his mother.

His heart drops and he falls to his knees, barely able to place a wailing Hal upon the ground as he crawls toward his mother’s body. She’s motionless, it’s a blood bath. All the puppies have been killed and his mother offering her last few moments.

“Protect him…” she breathed. “He’s special…”

“They’ll keep coming after us…”

“Find a way, Joey.” She said as she groans in pain, then exhales and goes limp. Joey cries into his mother’s fur but is quickly brought to his senses when the crying from his brothers stops. He turns in panic and sees him crawling toward his mother and reaches out to touch her. The child lays his head upon his mother’s fur and coos.

Joey hears footsteps, and in a panic, knowing he couldn’t care for Tim safely he quickly scribbles a note, “This is Hal, he is a werewolf like his mother, he’s not safe with me, please care for him.” Then hides in the bushes to watch the couple who approached the scene.

Waking to his alarm, Joey pulls himself from bed and readies himself for the day. Knowing in just a few hours when the sun sets again, he’d be on the prowl. He was so close, and this was the very last one of them. The last of the clan and the last to know the horrors of their past. Two days prior he had fought the leader and killed her, but it came at a cost. He had a wound on his ribcage, that was still bleeding and slowly becoming infected despite his best efforts to clean the wound. He could see the flesh being eaten away by whatever poison was on the blade that cut him.

After spending some time cleaning it again, and wrapping it, Joey grabbed his cloak and wakizashi, and headed out into the night. He had been stalking the right-hand man, he was arguably more powerful than the leader herself, so much so that his ability to regenerate was mind blowing. Joey had watched his throat torn from his neck and somehow, he came back, not without permanent damage to his vocal cords.

He finally spotted him, but he wasn’t alone. He was with another, larger man, and they were dragging a limp body along with them. His hair stood on end when he recognized the unconscious victim. His brother. He quietly stalked after them and managed to sneak into their lair. As he crept he aimed for a higher vantage point so he could survey the situation.

This asshole was growing the clan already. He had three other vampires inside this old shack. So a total of five. He watched them put a prong collar around his brother’s neck, then attached him to a chain on a stake.

“He carries the blood of his mother,” the leader spoke. The other four vampires were listening, a couple were skeptical but still in tune with what the leader was saying, they wanted to know what the big deal was about. “His mother not only bore a child who corrupted one of our youths, but she made a deal with the goddess of the moon to cure him of his affliction. This deal shifted her chemistry and made her a wolf, permanently. However, her blood carries a remarkable gift, the ability for us to walk during sunlight hours. We’ve seen its properties work firsthand. A cup of blood every morning allows the drinker 10 hours of immunity to the sun. If we enslave this boy, we can bleed him sparingly as needed.”

“How do you know it works with him too?”

“The mother bore three pups too, and when we killed them and drank their blood, the effects took place. So, this boy, with his body full of magic, will grant us immunity to the suns rays and a new race of vampires can emerge.” The vampires shouted in jubilee as the leader added, “But beware, the first son, with his lycanthropy gone, still exhibits traits which makes him very dangerous to us. He’s now considered a talented vampire hunter. So, until we kill him, we must be on guard.”

A hush fell upon them as their victim awoke. “Welcome boy, so nice of you to finally awaken. Tim, right?”

Tim’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard. The hairs on his body all stood and he felt his body shifting and cramping. His breathing intensified and he growled, still a person.

“Cheeky,” the leader laughed then approached Tim and back handed him hard. Tim fell back and took a moment to figure out how to play his cards. When he looked back at his attacker his eyes were wet and he whimpered in feigned fear, but the leader didn’t catch his bluff. “Oh, how pathetic.” He walked over to Tim who then lifted and arm to protect himself, cowering. “How afraid are you, little Tim?”

“How do you know me?” he whispered, still playing scared.

“Let’s just say I’ve done my homework.” The leader laughed and then gripped Tim’s neck. He pulled out a knife and cut into Tim’s arm and blood began to spill. He brought Tim’s arm to his lips and gave a satisfying suck, tasting the young man and breathing out in ecstasy. “Who wants a taste next?” The leader stepped away and one of the new recruits moved forward.

As the other vampire sucked blood from his arm, it finally clicked and Tim knocked the man off his feet as he shifted into wolf form and pinned the man below him, tearing into his throat. Joey took this moment and leapt from above, landing perfectly and pulling out his blade as he ran to the other vampires. He took out two of the three remaining newcomers and as the remainder turn and ran, Joey focused his attention on the right-hand man, the new leader.

“You.” Joey breathed.

The man smirked, “I see you’ve come once again, to seek your revenge, tell me boy, how well has that worked out for you thus far?”

“I’ve been living, not without difficulty, but I still have my life and while you hide in the shadows, I learn more and more about how to take you down.”

“That’s a lot of words for someone about to die, you sure those are the chosen wisely?” Joey ran full speed with his blade drawn and the vampire dodged and moved at lightning speed to knock him over. Joey took quite a beating, getting pushed or thrown into walls before finally swiping his blade from below and knocking the leader down. He wailed as the blade had touched his skin and caused it to burn. “What is this!” His skin was now smoking.

Joey moved fast and cut into the vampire again, more smoke sizzling off the vampire’s skin. “This sword was recently blessed,” he shouted as he swung the sword a few times then stepped forward and cut into the vampire’s neck, beheading him.

He walked over to Tim who was still a wolf and bearing very angry teeth at him. “Hey…it’s okay, I’m a friend…family actually.” Tim lunged at him but was pulled back by the chains. He choked, struggling in panic to try and free himself from the collar, which only dug deeper into his neck. “Hal, uh…Tim…Timmy, don’t do that…you’ll hurt yourself.” Joey continued to move closer, but Tim turned and growled again. Inhaling deeply, Joey closed his eyes and as his body twitched his face grew some fur and his wolf fangs appeared, “I’m one of your kind…” he growled and moved closer without fear. Tim froze and watched, then lowered himself and let Joey approach him. He took the collar off and spoke once more, “You’re safe now…” he took his cloak off and put it on the ground. “Here, you can change back now…”

Tim looked at the cloak and then took a step back and sat down, and as he melted back into his human form he shivered, reaching for the cloak, and putting it on, “Who…are you?”

“Believe it or not, I’m your half-brother,” and then he allowed his own teeth to disappear. “My name is Joey…” and as he went to stand, he added. “We need to burn these bodies before we leave.” As he took another step, his knees locked, and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

[melancholymetropolis]

No Idea

Pairings: Athlete!Kirishima x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: College AU The reader is Kirishima's History tutor and they kinda have a crush on each other. It takes an afterparty filled with horny guys and a skin-tight dress for Kiri to realize he wants them all to himself.

Warning: Do I even need to say it at this point? It's smut, obvi. Kinda unedited. The reader and her best friend are black. Kirishima is a football player; he's VERY possessive over the reader. Her best friend is a little gay for her as well.

Author's Note: This was a commission!!!!! The client gave me this insane prompt and I had no choice but to go over the word limit. If you want to commission me, click here! Your support really means the world to me. Enjoy!

Word Count: 5,300

“You’re back early!” My roommate, Liza, yelled from the other side of the apartment-style dorm room. The sound of her chair scraping the floor followed shortly after, along with the light footsteps of her sock-clad feet. “I left you a plate in the microwave, in case you were hungry. I could heat it up, if you’re too tired— why the long face? What happened?”

“He didn’t show up,” I sighed as I dropped my books on the table and sank into a chair.

“How can he not show up?” Liza fumed crossing her arms. “His GPA is already in the gutter from all the other quizzes he seemed to fail before the semester even started.”

“I know,” I replied in a bored tone.

“He’s on academic probation—”

“I know.”

“One more hiccup and he’ll be off the football team—”

“I know.”

“Not to mention how you practically have to bend backward to make time for him—”

“Mhm.”

“Just for him to flake on you for the third time! I just—”

“Liza, please,” I rose from my seat and stood in front of her. “You don’t have to be angry with me. It’s truly okay.”

“No! It’s not okay!” She stormed to the microwave and pulled the cover plate from the inside. She removed the foil and pushed it back into the device, before pressing the start button four times. She turns to face me and forces an angered sigh from her lips. “He likes you, you know that right?”

I lifted my books from the table and walked to our shared room. I took in the words that she threw at me with each step and digested them. Kirishima liked me. It wasn’t as though I didn’t have an inkling that he may be, sorta found me attractive. Although I wore glasses, I wasn’t blind. At least with them on. I saw the way he looked at me when we were less than a foot apart. Shoulders practically touching as we slouched over the Advanced American History textbook. Our hands brushing against each other’s ever so often. The sparkle in his eye when he looked at me longer than a few seconds; the blush on his cheeks when I smiled at his corny jokes. His persistent tendency to walk me home, although most times, we finished our study sessions just before dusk. The way he stayed glued to my side during the journey to my dorm. How he’d carry my books on the way. I noticed it all and practically welcomed it, since I too found him attractive. The spiky redhead just had a way of making everyone swoon over him. Kirishima was genuinely a nice person, not because there was something in it for him, but just because.

The beeping from the microwave brought me back to reality. I placed the textbooks on the designated space on the shelf and fixed my scattered stationery from that morning. Liza shuffled in with a bowl of baked fetta pasta, and a piece of toasted garlic bread a few minutes later. She placed the bowl on the desk, with a fork, a can of sparkling soda, and my favorite metal straw.

“What did I do to deserve you?” I said with a tired smile.

“Helped me pass ‘Text and Ideas’ with an A-,” Liza smiled back and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Oh right,” I took a seat at the desk and forked the starchy dish in my mouth. “This is heaven-sent.”

“I knew you’d like it!” She deemed walking to her own desk. “I got the recipe from tiktok.”

I hum in response and continued to stuff my face. After a few minutes of silence, I grab the phone from my back pocket and unlocked it. A new message from Kirishima was the newest notification from many and it said:

Hey, I am sorry for not showing up. My teammate got shitfaced and decided to take a dive into the fountain. It took three of us to pull him out. It sucks because I was really looking forward to seeing you.

Since my mouth had already filled to its brink with pasta, I opted for a tight-lipped smirk instead of a toothy one. Kirishima all but admitted that he missed me. My hunch was right: the feelings are mutual. I swallowed the pasta and swiveled around in my chair to look at Liza. Her eyes were glued to her phone, but she snapped her head up to laugh at the content on her screen. Once she was down laughing, I picked my phone up and pointed it in her general direction. Reaching forward, she grasped the device and quickly read the message.

“Don’t respond to him,” she said, handing the phone back to me.

“Why? I thought you were shipping us together?” I asked whilst forking more pasta in my mouth.

“That’s why I’m telling you what I am telling you!” Liza rose to her feet and in a split second, she stood in front of me with a sickening smile.

“I am afraid to ask,” I said with a sigh.

“You don’t have to; I’m gonna tell you anyway,” she squats between my legs and widens her smile. “That boy is already wrapped around your finger, all you need to do is pull away. Just a tiny bit and he’ll come running.”

“Liza. . .”

“Hear me out!” She rose to her feet again and walked to the closet. “Remember when I went thrift shopping last week and I picked up that cute bodycon dress?”

“Yeah. . . ?”

“Well, I washed it and realized that it didn’t have the BODY to fill it out properly.” She pulls the dress from the closet and turns back to me. “And since the Homecoming Afterparty is at the Quarterback's house tomorrow night, I thought it would be the perfect time for you to wear it.”

I eye the dress, taking in its extremely short length and strappy detailing on the front. One wrong move and my breasts would spill right out of it. But, one right move would have them fall onto Kiri’s lap. I tried my best to list the pros and cons of the situation. Pondering what I could get out of the ordeal going to the lion’s den dressed as a gazelle. Yet, all I could imagine was me twerking on someone’s son and taking him home afterward.

💘🖤💘🖤

The dress fit like a glove: perfectly tight, almost like a second skin, but very breathable. I paired it with some hoop earrings, a few bangles on each wrist, and 3-inch kitten heels. My goal was to dress to impress, not nurse my aching arches by the end of the night. The entire ride over to the nicer part of town was nerve-wracking, for one, the Uber driver wouldn’t stop staring at my cleavage from the driver’s mirror. And, secondly, Liza practically had phone sex with her boyfriend, who was going to meet us at the party. I stared down at my phone the whole time, rereading Kiri’s message and the ones he sent afterward. It was true, he was wrapped around my finger. He didn’t double text; Kirishima sent five messages in a row.

Hey, are you free tomorrow? I wanted to talk about yesterday.

I’ll buy you that weird thing you like from Starbucks.

The drink you said that tastes like the moon.`

And I’ll get you those cake pop things.

My heart couldn’t help but flutter; I didn’t know he was paying that much attention to me. I only mentioned that Starbucks drink once in his presence, quite a while ago. It had to be a little over a month ago, yet he still remembered.

The car stopped and Liza popped right out. Her 34 inch Brazilian, straight swaying behind her as she closes the door. Still chatting with her boyfriend, she motions me out of the car with an eager smile. Reluctantly, I detach myself from the cool leather and tug on my dress as I closed the door behind me. I looked up toward the mansion before me, white paint and overwhelming size almost frightened me. But, when I saw a familiar, spiky-haired, redhead, all my potential fear left my body and warmth replaced it.

Kirishima’s back was to me; he was having an intense conversation with his best friend, Bakugo, one of the team’s Linebackers. The blond was so close to popping a fuse but Kiri was struggling to keep from laughing directly in his face. I approach the porch, slow and sensual, my eyes glued to him the entire walk over. Kirishima briefly turns around to address a comer of the group, Sero, an offensive player, when his eyes come up the steps. The humorous expression on his face drops and is replaced with awe. The other two boys look in the direction of his eyesight and replicate his reaction.

“Hi—” I lifted my hand to wave, but it never made it past my abdomen. Liza appeared right in front of me and captured my wrist.

“Girl, it’s our song! Hurry up!” She said as she proceeded to drag me into the house.

“Bye—! Wait, damn!”

Liza pulled me to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the living room of the home. She starts to bop side to side, swaying her hips in place. It takes me a few seconds to register that “34+35” was blasting the speakers. Liza twirls around me in a fit of giggles and continues to bop along to the music.

“I thought you liked “positions” better than this track?” I questioned as I matched her rhythm.

“I do! I just had to get you out of there,” Liza answered as she swayed her head back and forth. Which made her hair move in an angelic wave behind her bandeau top and pencil skirt. “Those three guys looked like they wanted to run a train on you.”

“ELIZABETH!!!!” I screamed with a shocked smile.

“What?! I’m not lying!” She gives me a bashful smirk. “You look so good, mamas! Shit, you're making me rethink my relationship with Shinso.”

“Oh my god!” I laughed. “I can’t take your ass anywhere, for real!”

The song began to fade out and bleed into “Pussy Talk” with the infamous City Girls. Liza’s soft bops began to move into full booty bouncing. Soon her hands are on her knees and she’s throwing her ass back on my lap. I press my hand flat on her back and lift my other hand in the air. She whines her waist and looks back at me as her inner hot girl is threatening to make an appearance. Shortly after the first verse, Liza straightens her back and dances around me as I bop to the side, bouncing my ass to the music. A smile comes to my lips as my favorite part plays on full blast.

“Pussy talented, it do cartwheels,” Liza and I screamed in unison. “And he pay ‘cause he like how that part feel.”

“Pussy give speeches, heartfelt,” I continued, popping my back against my friend.

“Yuh,” Liza ad-libbed.

“Said the pussy really talk like it Garfield,” I rapped as I felt Liza’s hands glide up my sides.

“It do!”

We danced around each other for the rest of the song and pulled away from the floor, desperately needing to hydrate. We practically stumbled toward the makeshift bar across the living room. We reached into the cooler and pulled out two bottles of water. We chugged the water and tossed the empty bottles in the trash.

“Only water, ladies?” Mineta asked as we turned back towards the dance floor. “You don’t want something a little. . . stronger?”

“Get lost, grape juice,” a familiar voice suddenly came out of nowhere.

Just a few feet behind the purple blob stood Kirishima and Shinso. If looks could kill, Mineta’s body parts would be staining the marble floors and messing up my fresh pedicure. The poor excuse for a human scurried away as both football players approached us. Shinso instantly wrapped his arms around Liza and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“Having fun, baby girl?” His low voice sounded sensual against the harsh music.

A seductive smile falls on Liza’s face. “I would’ve had even more fun if you actually danced with me for once.”

“You know I don’t like—”

“Too bad!” She pulled Shinso to the dance floor.

Leaving me alone with Kirishima. I turned to look at him and offered him an awkward smile. “How was your diving lesson?”

The redhead returned my smile and scratched the back of his neck. “So you did read me my texts? I was starting to think you were mad at me or something.”

“Not at you, per se,” I replied thinking of my words carefully.

“Then who were you mad at?” Kirishima closes the distance between us and puts a finger under my chin. He redirects my attention to his face and gives me a smirk.

He looked good and he knew it. He wore a simple white t-shirt and black ripped jeans. But, he paired it with a burgundy leather jacket and a Cuban link silver chain. He had a gold wristwatch on his left wrist and a simple chain on his right. And his cologne. . . it danced in my nostrils. It wasn’t too heavy or suffocating; you simply had to be close to him to smell it.

Kirishima was playing a dangerous game and he knew it.

“At the people that take you away from me,” I looked at him with doughy eyes and slightly parted lips. A look of innocence was written all over my face.

Kirishima clenched his jaw and briefly looked away. A blush starting to form on his cheeks. “Well, I—. Shit.” He remained silent for a few seconds, gathering his words, before saying “You don’t know what you do to me, Y/N.”

“And what’s that?” I asked while removing his hand from my chin and bringing it to my lips. I gently kiss his bruised knuckles, never breaking eye contact while doing so.

The redhead opens his mouth to speak but is rudely interrupted by a yelling Liza.

“GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, BITCH!!!! THEY’RE PLAYING OUR SONG!!!!”

While I was talking to Kirishima, the music seemed to slip away. I had no idea what was playing until I refocused my attention on the blaring speakers. “Come on, Kiri. Duty calls.” I drag him to the dance floor.

Liza unlatches herself from Shinso and twirls around me. “I’m not shy, I’ll say it. I’ve been picturing you naked.”

“I’m a little faded, you look like a fucking painting,” I continue the verse as I glide my hands along my body. “Big doe eyes, amazin’. She’s everything I’ve been prayin’.”

Liza walked up to Kirishima and glided her hand along his chest. “Me and your girlfriend playin’ dress-up house.” She pressed two fingers against her lips and poked her tongue out. “I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch.”

Kirishima blushes a bright red, nearly matching his hair. It takes everything in me not to laugh.

I look back at Shinso and he’s just shaking his head with a smile on his face.

“Go get your girlfriend, before she devours your teammate,” I said giggly quietly.

“Go get your best friend before she kills your loverboy,” Shinso counters looking down at me with a smirk.

“He looks like he's gonna pass out,” I replied, struggling to contain my laughter.

“If you think that’s bad, you should’ve seen him when you were twerking on Liza,” Shinso jested while leaning closer to me. “Eijiro looked like he came in his pants.”

I smacked his arm and leaned against his chest. “You’re lying!” Laughter overcame my body; tears were gathering in the corners of my eyes.

“I swear to god,” Shinso struggled to say while laughing. “Then, when Bakugo called you hot. . . Eiji almost went feral.”

“Stop. . . I can’t breathe. . .”

“You better fuck him like the world is ending. . . I can’t keep stopping him from. . . fighting the entire team over you.”

“You and Liza. . . perfect for each other. . . I cannot. . .”

The song swiftly faded out into another. Yet another one of Liza’s favorites: Buss it by Erika Banks.

The young woman peeled herself from Kirishima and began walking to her boyfriend. I distanced myself from Shinso and walked over to Kirishima. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. “Are you okay, Kiri?” A smile painted my lips.

His eyes darkened and he gripped my waist firmly. “I want you. . . so bad right now.”

“How about we get outta here?” I suggested with a raised eyebrow.

“Go say goodbye to your friends, I’ll bring the car around,” Kirishima asserted with a smirk. He pressed a kiss to my forehead before detaching himself from me and walking out of the living room.

I turned back to Shinso and Liza, who were seconds away from eating each other’s face off. I tapped the loving couple and cleared my throat. They both pulled away and stared at me.

"We're leaving," I said simply.

"About fucking time," Liza replied with a smirk. "You better come back to the dorm in a goddamn wheelchair, if not, I'm sending you back to his place."

"You have like zero chill," I shook my head and waved goodbye.

"Don't forget to use protection!" Liza yelled after me.

A chuckle fell from my lips as I walked out of the front door. I found Kirishima exactly where he said he'd be: parked in front of the massive house, within a bright red mustang. He exited the car and walked around to the passenger side of the vehicle. He opened my door and helped me get in. Kirishima made sure I was buckled in and comfortable before entering the car on the driver's side.

He starts the vehicle, and places his right hand on my thigh. He gives the plush fresh a securing squeeze before pulling away from the curb.

The drive was short and sweet, averaging around ten minutes. We parked across the street from the boys’ dorm hall and exited the car. Kirishima opened my door and helped me out of the vehicle.

"If you don't want this, I could always take you home," he said as he shut my door. "I don't want to pressure you into anything."

"I want this more than you know," I responded while gripping his hand. "But, if I ever feel uncomfortable, I'll let you know."

Kirishima nods and smiles. "Good girl. Now let's go."

The moment his dorm's door closed, his body was pressed against mine and his hand glued to my waist. His lips massaged against my own, slow and sensually. I moaned against the kiss, and pressed my body closer to his. He felt so good attached to me, almost like he was meant to be against me. His searing hot kisses inched down my jawline and to my neck. Kirishima's hands slid up my abdomen and to my shoulders, he slipped the straps from the curved surface and pulled away just enough just to allow me to remove them from my arms.

He kissed the other side of my neck, leaving little bites here and there. The redhead ran his tongue against my collarbones and I swear a flood rushed to my nether regions. Kirishima kissed down and left my breast, gathering the anticipation that swirled through my body before latching his lips on my nipple. A throat my moan fell from my mouth and my legs jolted slightly. My mind continued to fog as he nestled against the sensitive bud, while happily moaning against the soft flesh. I pressed one hand against the front door and another in his hair.

Pants left my lips as I began to squirm underneath his body. "Take me to the bed, please," I begged while looking down at him. " I want you so bad, Kiri."

The redhead detached himself from my breast and gripped my chin. "Say my name, baby." His red eyes stared deeply into my brown ones, taking in every little detail of my expression.

"Eijiro," I said breathlessly.

"Say it again," he broke eye contact and gripped my waist.

"Eijiro."

His hands slipped down the curve of my rear and to my legs. He lifted limbs from off the ground and wrapped them around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his leg immediately afterward and giggled.

He walked further into the dorm room and passed through another dorm. He sits me on the extra-long twin bed and falls to his knees between my legs. Kiri unlatches my strappy heel and tosses it to the other side of the room. While he does the other foot, a smirk presses against his lips.

"What?" I asked while looking down at him.

"I'm just thinking about how this started," he said while smiling. "How my shifty grades gave me the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Stop it," I counter with a blush on my face. "You're exaggerating."

"Baby, I mean it with every fiber of my being when I say this," he leaned forward. "I've wanted to be with you for a while now, I just didn't know if you'd like me back. And I was kinda ashamed of taking so long to say something because you're so sweet and you really helped me a lot with Advanced American History. I didn’t want you to think I was using you for information or anything."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips on his forehead. "I liked you even before I officially knew you. When you beat the shit out of that guy that tried to home a drunk girl."

"I don't even remember that."

"It was during a Halloween party last year, that was when I first saw you. And I thought, "wow I wish more men like him existed in this world"."

"I can't believe you remember that."

"How could I not? You basically saved that girl's life and dignity. You were the only human being in a room full of predators. That's when I knew I wanted you for myself."

Kirishima laughs. "Greedy, little Y/N."

I shrugged.

"Come here."

I gathered the football player into my arms and pressed my lips onto his. Taking in every ounce of his kiss. Sucking on his bottom lip. Slipping my tongue within his mouth. Tugging against his collar to close the distance between us. After a few seconds, Kirishima kissed down my body again until he was face to face with my heated center. He scrunched the dress around my waist and pulled my panties off my legs before spreading my legs wide open.

"Oh… look how wet you are, baby," he kissed the soft skin in between my thighs. "All for me."

Kirishima dipped his head between my legs and took a long swipe at the sticky mess between them. A shiver ran along my spine, Arching my back, I released a soft whimper and spread my legs further apart. He dipped his tongue into the smooth canal repeatedly, bobbing his head as he completed the action. His calloused hands slid up my legs once more and hooked around my thighs. Kiri moved his hot mouth from the very bottom of my womanhood to the top, leaving a long string of spit along the way. The redhead sucked on the protruding bud tenderly; with hollowed cheeks, he looked up from my heat and stared into my eyes. I bit my lip and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I arched my back against his mouth and bucked my hips slowly.

Kirishima released my bud with a silent “pop” and began lapping the rosy, pink button in great haste. My legs jolted at the new source of stimulation and a throaty whine fell from my lips. Squeezing my eyes shut, I squirmed underneath his mouth, desperately wanting to add more friction. Kiri noticed my slutty movements and began to move his tongue even faster.

“Ah. . . just like that, don’t stop,” my fingers gathered my bosoms and gave them a firm squeeze. The walls of my slick cave began to clench and release themselves at a faster pace. Tingles rose up my body, swirling against my lower abdomen, almost numbing my lower half entirely. Then, a searing sensation ripped through me, causing my hips to raise from the bed and my knees to shake. A low scream left my mouth as I felt the throbbing of my bud increase tremendously.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” My hips fell on the bed again and my legs shook violently. Kirishima steadied them as much as he could before a whole another wave hit my body and my entire being went still.

“Ah! Eijiro!” I screamed as the pleasure shot through my body for the last time. Pants left my throat and short spurts, just as sweat dripped from my forehead. I looked down at Kirishima, who had just pulled away from my spasming cunny. He had a look of astonishment on his face, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked down at my wrecked body, taking in the shaking limbs, the thin layer of sweat upon it, and the scrunched-up dress at the waist.

“You sounded so hot screaming my name,” he finally said after a few seconds of silence. “No one has ever made it sound so good as you.”

“Well, grab a condom and I’ll scream your name for the rest of the night,” I replied with a smirk. “If you can last that long.”

“Oh, baby,” Kiri’s smile widened. “You have no idea.”

He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a box of condoms from the top drawer. He ripped one off the sleeve and walked back over to me. I pulled the scrunched-up dress over my head and tossed it to the side. I looked over at Kiri and he’d already stripped himself of his T-shirt. He was currently unbuckling his belt with the condom packet in his mouth. His massive bulge immediately caught my eye and I moaned in anticipation. Kirishima rips the packet open with his teeth and rolls latex down his throbbing shaft. My walls clench at the delicious sight and I could feel my nipple begin to stiffen

“If you’re still tired, we can wait a little—” Kirishima begins to say before I cut him off.

“Eijiro, stop being nice and fuck me like a slut.”

His lips were on mine within the next heartbeat. His hands roamed every crevice of my body, taking in the soft tissue and stretchmarks lovingly. His throbbing member slowly slid into me with little to no friction. He made sure to thumb my clitoris while inserting himself, just so he wouldn’t hurt me. And I swear, I was seconds away from asking him to marry me. He gently moved his hips backward, and then pushed forward again. Highlighting his first stroke. He looked at the crimson hue on my face and leaned down to kiss me.

“You are so pretty, princess,” Kiri groaned softly, as he moved his hips at a gentle pace. “So, so pretty.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again. Our tongues danced together as his member tenderly kissed my sensitive walls with each thrust. Kirishima moaned against my lips, as he took in every part of that union. He hiked up one of my legs and hooked it around his waist while he cradled the back of my neck with the other. He looked into my eyes as he increased the pressure of his strokes and their depth. My mouth hung open, and drool poured from the side of it as he kept up the sickening pace. My eyes began to roll back as throat moans rose from the depth of my body.

“Oh God. . .” I slurred as the pleasure increased within my body.

“Aww look at my pretty baby,” Kiri grunted as he rested his hand on my neck. He pressed his thumb between my lips.

I sucked on the digit and looked into his eyes. He moved his hips faster and my lips separated from around the finger. Pants fell from my lips as I felt his member sensually assault my cervix. After a few minutes, Kirishima suddenly pauses and hikes one of my legs up to his shoulders. He readjusts his body, leaving his hand on my neck and placing his hand on my clit. Kiri began to rock his hips in a powerful, but steady motion. He rubs the throbbing bud in a gentle motion, slowly gathering every ounce of pleasure within my body. The pace of my breathing increased rapidly, as the pool in my stomach began to inflate. Whimpers fell from my lips as I gripped the sheets underneath me.

“I’m so close. . .” I whispered through tight lips. “Please don’t stop. . .”

“You’re squeezing me so deliciously tight, baby,” Kirishima grunts as a droplet of sweat drops from his brow. “Milking my cock for everything it’s worth. What a greedy little cunny you have.”

“Eijiro. . . I wanna cum so bad,” I whimpered through pants. “Please let me cum, baby.”

Kirishima curses under his breath and releases his hand from my throbbing bud. He places both hands onto my neck, thumbs pressing against my jaw. He eases his body forward and keeps his sickening pace. “You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.”

I sucked in a breath and wrapped my hands around his forearms. I furrow my brows and pant with my mouth open. “You make me feel so good, Eiji. So fucking good!”

“You’re mine, you hear me?” He drops his hands from my neck and presses his forehead to mine. “You don’t get to fuck anyone else. . . . .You don’t get to be with anyone else. . . .My name will be the only name you moan for the rest of your life, do you understand?”

I nod. “I understand.”

“You’re mine and no one else's.”

He pulls me into a searing hot kiss. Drinking in all the love and energy throughout my body. I hook my arms around his neck and moan against his lips. Suddenly, I felt an intense rush of adrenaline pass through my body and everything seemed to go silent. A low ringing noise sounded in my ear as my mouth fell open. I dug my arms into his back and clung to his body. Every fiber of my being tensed and my mind went completely blank for several seconds. Then, slowly, my body released itself and collapsed onto the bed. I opened my eyes lazily to see Kirishima’s eyes tightly closed and his hips slightly shaking. Once he finished his ride, his body relaxed and he lowered my leg from his shoulder. He pulled me into an embrace and pressed another kiss onto my lips.

I pulled away from the kiss and looked into his crimson eyes. “Were you serious about calling me yours?”

“Ugh. . . yes?” He replied hesitantly. Then, he added “If that’s okay with you! I don’t wanna force you—”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I cut him off with a smirk.

“Oh, I was worried for a second.”

“The only thing you should be worried about is your Advanced American History grade.”

“Oh, right. . .”

“You miss another one of my sessions, I’ll ignore you again.”

“Please don’t! I will be present at every session.”

“Good. And you have to be Starbucks.”

“The drink that tastes like the moon?”

“Matcha latte with 2 pumps of chai. Yup.”

“And two chocolate cake pops.”

“Mhm. You know me so well.”

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[spenciegoob]

The 4 Types of Manipulation

A/N: hey hey hey cuties... just thought I’d drop in to tell you I love you and Harry Styles at the Grammy’s, oh and Miley Cyrus in general. Okay that’s it.

Summary: Spencer has to interrogate an unsub, but she has a few tricks up her sleeve.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Unsub!Reader

Category: Not fluff, but not angst... angsty fluff? fluffy angst?

Content Warning: mentions of murder, manipulation, mentions of sex in the form of flirting, mentions of drug use, mentions of emotional abuse

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.8K

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Nobody dared to take a breath out of place, every profiler was packed into the room watching with careful eyes at the sobbing girl in the interrogation room through the glass. No one knew what their first step should be, but I guess there’s a first time for everything, right? Winging it was not something anyone in the BAU enjoyed doing, each case needed a thought out plan.

But they’ve seen this unsub before, they know the profile, the history, they know her. So why was she crying so hard that the weight of her head became unbearable, leaving her only option to sob into the crooks of her elbows as best as she could with wrists cuffed to the table?

Nobody knew, except for Spencer Reid.

Emily was hesitant, as expected, to blindly send in one of the best agents she’s ever seen into the room that with each tear shed slowly morphed into a lion’s den. Reid deserved better, she knew that, especially since the last time they dealt with an unsub like this one, Spencer had to be so far out of the loop that the case almost broke him.

He put up a good fight though, and if the determination set in his eyes wasn’t enough to inform the unit chief that she was not winning this argument, his deviance to storm through the door, startling the young woman chained down definitely did.

Why was it always Spencer?

Tears:

“P-please, I didn’t do anything.” Those were the first words anyone’s heard her say since the arrest, even if they were separated by sniffles and choked out sobs. 

Spencer just stared down at her, not taking the risk to further entertain the stuttering girl with wet cheeks and tired eyes.

“I promise I’m not a murderer. You have to believe me, please.” That promise whispered so quietly made with unbreakable eye contact urged him to take a second to reevaluate the situation.

She was apprehended in place of Jacob Hughes, the man they had originally been looking for. There was a chance she wasn’t complicit, a chance she was innocent. Maybe Jacob placed a hair of hers at the latest crime scene because he knew they were closing in.

Or maybe she is just as sick as he is. 

“Prove it,” Spencer said, his tone loud and assertive, leaving no room for argument. She didn’t plan on fighting his demand anyway.

“I- I haven’t seen Jacob for days. He drugged those men, and did h-horrible things. Those poor men.” This struck a nerve, everybody could tell, even the one person in this interaction that wasn’t a profiler. 

Spencer’s shoulders tensed for a millisecond, but she saw it. She saw what her words were doing to him, after all, he used to be one of those poor men she felt so sorry for.

Another loud sob echoed off the concrete walls before she bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath.

“I can’t believe he mur... did that to them. H-how could he?” Spencer watched as the young girl looked up to him like he held the answer to the million dollar question. He studied the way her eyes bounced around his face, looking for something, anything to relieve some confusion when it came to her fiancé.

“Jacob Hughes is what we call a vindictive narcissist and a sadist. He receives pleasure from hurting others, and in this case, drugging and torturing men because he feels he’s been wronged his whole life. The question, however, is why. I know you know, just like how I know you’re aware of his crimes.”

It was a blow so low it could’ve come from hell itself. Spencer regretted it immediately when he watched the way her whole body stiffened at the mention of her knowledge, but he had to be certain no matter the fallout.

“I-I still don’t understand. I’ve never seen him hurt anyone.” Denial, guilt and fear all jam packed into 3 little words that had his heart dangerously close to breaking. The sorrow in her eyes believable enough that Spencer left his standing position between the suspect and the door to sit directly across from her.

She watched his movements with careful eyes, only stealing glances from her peripherals before returning to her cuffed wrists.

“Maybe you’ve never seen him physically hurt anyone, but we know what he does to you.” It was the first and only time Spencer let any emotion, as fake as it was, show in his responses. How could he not try when the girl resumed her sobbing at the implication of her past deception from the man she loves? 

“You know nothing,” she whispered back, her tone laced with defensive anger.

“I know everything.” Was he challenging her?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Was she challenging him?

“You know what it means.” Yes, he was.

“Do I?” Yes, she was.

The two stared at each other for the entire tone shift in the stuffy interrogation room. The other profilers on the other side of the mirror had no knowledge of how thick the tension had just become because unlike Spencer, they weren’t standing in the middle of it.

Small sniffles were the only noise breaking through the quiet until suddenly, they just stopped.

“Ugh, fine! You win this round. My eyes are starting to hurt from all this goddamn crying. Do people actually cry this much when you arrest them?”

Spencer leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms to clearly convey just how unamused he was with the girl’s antics. She watched him intently, picking apart every move down to the muscle trying to search for any indicators that her little performance worked even a fraction of what she was hoping for.

And she got her wish in the form of the agent’s fingers tapping lightly at his sides under perfectly muscular, if she may add, arms, because any other movement would have been too obvious.

Spencer Reid was getting nervous, because the second her facade faded, he lost the upper hand. She just had to get him trapped in here.

“Oh come on. Not even a ‘good job’? I wasn’t expecting full blown applause, but some appreciation for that show would be nice.” Still, Spencer gave her nothing. He needed her to keep talking, and filling silence was a sure way to make certain she did just that.

“I’ll tell you what you need to know, but first you have to admit that I had you fooled for a second there.”

Lies:

“No.” Unexpectedly, instead of getting frustrated with Spencer’s refusal to play along, she just smiled brighter. This was exciting to her, and it was getting on his nerves.

“What gave it away? Did I look to the left before I spoke or something?” Spencer kept his mouth shut. “Come on, what’s my tell? Enlighten me.”

She copied his movements as Spencer leaned over the cool, metal table slightly, eyes racking over her face, lingering on certain parts for longer than others.

“No.” At this, she huffed back in her seat, leaving the close proximity that would later be used as a secret tool against the doctor before he had the chance to catch on. 

“If you’re just going to shut down every single one of my proposals, then why am I here?”

“You’re here because you’re a suspect in a series of 7 murders in the past 5 weeks.” She perked up at his words, amusement dripping from her features.

“Finally, Doc has something more to say than just ‘no.’ Tell me, was that so hard?”

“No.”

“Ugh!” Rolling her eyes would be giving ammo to the enemy, but the urge to do so was quite strong. In fact, she almost did until she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the one way mirror.

“I’m serious when I say this,” she said, looking directly into Spencer’s eyes so he couldn’t accuse her of lying. “If you take the cuffs off, I’ll answer everything.”

“No.”

“Please! They’re seriously starting to hurt. I put 100% into that performance, and now it’s coming back to bite me in the-”

“Fine!” Spencer stood up carefully, not walking around the table until he was certain the girl wasn’t a flight risk, or worse. When he did finally make his way over, she sat completely still, not taking her eyes off where his fingers grazed hers as the handcuffs unlocked.

A breath of relief escaped her as she rubbed her wrists with the opposite hands, eventually feeling the blood fully return to all 10 fingers.

“Thank you.” It was so vulnerable and raw that it knocked Spencer back for a second. They locked eyes, and something deeper than he was ready for passed between them.

He didn’t know what it was, all he knew was that he hated it so much that he tore his eyes away immediately to return back to his original spot seated across from her.

“Answer me this-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.” Neither of them spoke for far too much time, and Spencer was growing more annoyed by the second.

“What?” It came out harsh, and mean, and downright cruel, but he couldn’t care less.

“Oh nothing, I just wasn’t going to answer anything. I really just wanted to fix my hair.” And, in being true to her words this time, she secured her hair into a messy bun using the elastic Spencer didn’t even realize was missing from his wrist.

“I’m putting the cuffs back on.”

“No wait,” she pleaded, halting Spencer’s move to get up. “They really did hurt, I wasn’t lying about that.”

“I don’t care.” He made his way over, forcefully grabbing both of her wrists before securing the handcuffs back on. Spencer only regretted his actions slightly when she winced at the metal now back to pressing into her skin.

“Yes you do. It’s your biggest flaw.” Instead of answering, Spencer just returned to his seat, leaning back with crossed arms. He didn’t need to listen to a psychopath tell him his flaws.

“You care too much,” she continued, not minding if he was listening or not. “It gets you hurt, other people hurt. I wish that wasn’t the case. You deserve better, Doc.”

Spencer didn’t engage, opting to gawk tiredly at the suspect, and watch the way her eyes flicker across his features, gauging for a reaction. She wasn’t done.

“Hey, okay, fine. I’m just messing with you,” she laughed, finally breaking her serious facade. “What? A girl can’t joke around while she’s being accused of murder?”

“Accused? Or caught?”

“Accused.” It was final, her tone immediately dropping to a fiery rage. Her defenses were up, and Spencer was never really good at playing on the offensive team.

This time, it was Spencer’s turn to analyze, watching the way the blood rushed to her cheeks with her rising anger level. How all of a sudden her eyes lost their playful glint, giving him the chance to fully see the soul buried deep in them. For a split second, she was completely unveiled right before his eyes.

Spencer, clearly not anticipating just how long the girl in front of him could hold her own, used his last bullet.

He placed the crime scene photos in front of her.

“You know who did this.” It wasn’t a question, he saw it in her eyes. Spencer watched the way they remained stoic even after looking at the bloody walls, and vacant eyes of the deceased.

“No.” Oh, how the tables have turned.

“Who are you protecting?” Her head shot up at his question, eyes flashing red before she blinked it away again. Subconsciously, she started to pick at her fingernails.

“No one.” It was a lie if he’s ever heard one. 

Fear:

“You’re lying. Who is it?” 

“I’m not lying.” She wouldn’t even make eye contact with him. Instead, she gave her undivided attention to her shaky hands confined to the table.

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Enough! Who are you protecting?!” At this, Spencer stood up and slammed his hands against the table with a strong amount of force that she flinched hard enough to further irritate her wrists.

He felt awful, the bouncing back and forth between them should have given him enough indicators that she wasn’t lying out of spite. But he couldn’t back down, he had her cornered and her only way out was to tell the truth.

“No one.” She wouldn’t look at him, even as she whispered. “Please stop.”

Spencer truly believed that he had her in a bind, an inescapable one at that, but it wasn’t the truth. Oh no, what the profiler failed to realize was she had him where she needed him.

“I have no information to give you,” she whispered before tagging along. “I’m sorry.” It was the first time she apologized for something Spencer could have seen as an inconvenience.

He believed her, too.

“I shouldn’t have yelled.” That was his form of an apology. Spencer wasn’t going to go any further with it, even if she was coerced into lying by whoever the true unsub is, she was still getting on his nerves.

Her hands were still shaking at this point, and she wouldn’t meet his eyes. Spencer just slumped back into his seat, settling into the silence between them until ultimately he was either called out of the room, or she gave him another indication that her game hasn’t ended.

A loud sigh bounced off the walls. “I don’t care that you yelled in my face. You think it’s the first time a man’s done that? You’re not special, Doctor.”

“I never said I was.” So the game carries on, but this time, she didn’t smile at his sarcastic response. Leaning back in her chair, she huffed a breath before continuing.

“You really want to be though, don't you?”

Lust:

She was pushing his buttons, trying so hard to dig under his skin till she was unremovable. She wanted Spencer to leave this room with her on his mind for the rest of his days.

She was close too.

“No, I don’t,” Spencer deadpanned, trying to keep a cool tone. If he continued to hand her the ammunition she needed, he would be left defenseless.

“Oh come on, loosen up. I was just joking.”  A smirk grew across her features, a thought crossing her eyes. One Spencer knew would not be in favor of his win tonight. “I could help you with that, you know.”

“No, I don’t know.” He did. Spencer wasn’t going to lie to himself and say that the woman sitting across the table wasn’t extremely attractive; she was. He just would never admit it aloud.

“I have a feeling you like to get rough, don’t you, Doctor?” She asked, sitting up and crossing her legs. The stare shared between the two of them was a mix between passion and anger, meeting in the middle to create a new kind of emotion.

“Is this fun for you?” She left out bait, and Spencer was stupid enough to fall for it. Emily once said that a pretty face slashed his IQ in half.

He couldn’t help but agree.

“Undo these cuffs, and I’ll show you what fun is.” She was toying with him now, and they weren’t going to get anywhere, but Spencer couldn’t find it within himself to get up and leave. She had him by the...

“I’m going to get that confession.” It was like he was five years old again, arguing on the playground with the older kids about how their insults didn’t make sense.

“What’re you going to do, punish me?” She asked, the last words in a hushed whisper. When Spencer’s cheeks grew hotter, and his eyes darker, she knew she had him.

“You do like to get rough! My, my, Doctor, you're keeping me at the edge of my seat here.” She let out a boisterous laugh before really digging the knife deeper. “Is that why you kept the cuffs on?”

Before he could snap back, the door flew open and Emily stood there with a tablet in her hand. “You need to see this.”

Spencer got up to leave, thankful for the reprieve even if he did have to return to the interrogation after speaking with Emily. He almost made it to the door before a voice called out behind him.

“Wait!” She called after him, the cuffs rattled when she instinctively went to reach for Spencer. “Aren’t you going to answer my question, Doctor.”

Playing chess his whole life, Spencer had never once played a game where Checkmate presented itself unexpectedly. He was always at least three moves ahead in his mind, seeing the inevitable end before he even began his gameplay. There was a first for everything, because his last move suddenly arose.

“No.”

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[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Their Girl

Loosely based off of several cases that have, unfortunately, taken place in schools.

Mabel defends herself when a boy touches her, only to be the one to get in trouble. Not on her grunkles watch.

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“In 1930, the Republican-controlled House of Representatives, in an effort to alleviate the effects of the - Anyone? Anyone? - the Great Depression, passed a - Anyone? Anyone? - a tariff bill. The Hawley-Smoot Tariff Act, which - Anyone? Raised or lowered? - raised tariffs, in an effort to collect more revenue for the Federal Government.”

Mabel leaned back in her desk chair to stretch. It was cold in the high school, but luckily her seat was right in the sunshine, warming her up like a lizard on a rock. Her baggy yellow sweater fell off her left shoulder and she let it without giving it much of a second thought, then watched some birds on a tree as the Economics teacher droned on.

“Did it work? Anyone? Anyone know the effects? It did not work, and the United States fell deeper into the Great Depression.”

Tenth grade was too young to learn about something so boring. This was for suckers who paid money for it, like college students. Mabel held her breath to keep herself from snorting over her own inner thoughts. Grunkle Stan would be proud of her, she thought, and her thoughts wandered to him and Grunkle Ford, until she was snapped back into reality. Literally.

“Today, we have a similar debate over this, anyone know what this is? Class? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone seen this before? The Laffer Curve.”

A boy behind her (his name slipped her mind at the proper moment) was playing with her exposed bra strap. It felt like he had grabbed it, barely pulled it back, and let go. At first, she thought maybe it was an accident. Unlike, but possible. But then it happened again, this time the boy pulled the bra strap far enough that when he let go it slapped against her skin a little. It didn’t hurt, and the teacher’s boring voice drowned out the noise, but still.

“Anyone know what this says? It says that at this point on the revenue curve you will get exactly the same amount of revenue as at this point.”

Mabel turned around sharply at once and gave him a deadly glare. “Stop it.” She whispered firmly.

The boy grinned menacingly, and sneered just as quietly, “Make me.”

Mabel whipped her head back, making sure her long ponytail hit him in the face, but though her actions stopped him for a moment, soon he was back to pulling on her bra strap, each time pulling back farther and farther.

“This is very controversial. Anyone know what President George H. W. Bush called this in 1980? Anyone? Something-D-O-O Economics. Voodoo Economics.”

A loud snap sound echoed, a yell of pain and aggravation, and then Mabel Pines stood so sharply her chair fell backwards, turned around, and punched the jerk in the face, left-hook boxing style.

“Ms. Pines!” The teacher scolded loudly.

The whole class was on the edge of their seats. All the kids had seen what happened; the ones sitting closest to the pair had been well aware of what was going on since the beginning. While they were hopeful the jerk would get what’s coming to him, they all knew that wasn’t likely. Not under the most sexist teacher’s nose.

“To Mr. William’s office. Now.” He growled.

“But he was touching my bra!” Mabel defended. “He was invading my personal bubble even though I told him to back off!”

“It’s a very small classroom, Ms. Pines. And maybe he wouldn’t have touched it if you didn’t have it out for the whole world to see.” The man said coldly and pointed to the door. “Now please leave my classroom.”

Mabel knew there was no point in defending herself. She did a quick glance around the room to see if anyone would defend her, but no one looked ready to jump into the line of fire. She understood why. This guy had a bad reputation. Mabel loudly stuffed her notebook filled with doodles into her backpack, took it and her small purse, and stomped out of the classroom.

She did manage to catch the blood coming out of the boy’s nose and grinned.

At Mr. William’s office, the sweet secretary with old-lady glasses offered her a mint and was very nice to her. But soon Mr. William entered the room and had Mabel enter his office. Apparently the teacher had called ahead so Mabel didn’t have to tell the principal what happened, leaving the girl to feel like she was walking into the Lion’s Den.

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Dipper left his Robotics class to meet up with Mabel, who normally would be leaving Economics, so they could walk to their last class, Language Arts 10, together. Economics emptied pretty quickly thanks to the boredom, so Dipper was a bit confused when he didn’t see his twin sister out in the hall, and wondered if she was in the bathroom.

He saw a fellow student who shared Mabel’s Economics class, Rose, leave the ladies’ room, and so he asked, “Hey Rose, is Mabel in there?”

She shook her head. “Nah, didn’t you hear? She got sent to the office for punching Jeremy.”

Dipper grinned with pride, but it quickly went away; Mabel would only do that if Jeremy was doing something. “What’d he do?”

“Smacked her with her own bra strap.” Rose pulled down the neck of her t-shirt and demonstrated, “Like this.” And she pulled her bra strap and let go, making it snap.

“Are you kidding me?!” Dipper yelled and his eyes landed on the teacher to his right, standing with his arms crossed and looking out for rule-breakers.

The young man growled in his throat like an angry dog, ready to tell the jerk off, but he felt a buzz in his pocket and pulled out his phone while Rose walked away. Dipper calmed down a little, sighed, and walked to the lockers to lean against them as he responded to his newest text. He had no intention of going to Language Arts. He’d be on his way to the office soon enough in case his sister needed him.

~~~~~~~~~~

Ford re-read the maps and plans for Spring Break with an exciting grin all over his face. Soon the kids would be out of school and take a bus to the pier where he and Stan had docked the Stan O’ War II, then they would sail alongside the California shore, fishing, sailing, and occasionally swimming, for a whole week. They had been planning this since the holidays, when they had all facetimed for five hours while the old sailors were on the shores of the Netherlands. The kids had practically begged to go on the boat with them, and so they agreed to sail alongside Russia and visit California, planning to then re-visit Alaska quickly before sailing down to Oregon for the summer.

Stan climbed up from the cabin below as he pulled on his white t-shirt. “How much longer until the kids are free from prison?”

Ford rolled his eyes and checked his watch. “Ninety minutes. And it’s a twenty minute drive, so it’ll be about another two hours, Stanley.”

The youngest of the pair by fifteen minutes groaned and collapsed on the couch. “I could always hotwire a car and we could see them now. We can pretend one of us died and so we need the kids now.”

“Stanley, no.”

“Stanley YES!”

Ford chuckled and rolled up the map. “Text them if you miss them so much.”

“Maybe I will.” Stan snorted and pulled out his phone to text in the group chat. “Surviving okay, kids?” Just a casual greeting, and he and Ford were pleasantly surprised to get a little buzz back not a minute longer.

“Not really.”

Stan raised an eyebrow while Ford had his back to him and was organizing his papers. “Why? What’s wrong?”

Little dots appeared and reappeared. Stan knew what that meant. Dipper was being careful how he answered. Stan decided to check, and sure enough Mabel hadn’t even seen the texts yet. When he got a small paragraph back, Stan nearly crushed his phone in his fist. “WHAAAAAT?!”

Ford jumped a foot in the air and held his chest. “Christ, Stan, what…”

“Check your phone, Genius! We’re going to Piedmont. NOW!” And Stan slapped on his beanie and stormed out of the cabin of the ship with a slam of the door.

Ford picked up his phone, which had been lying face-down on the table, and once he was caught up on messages, he matched his twin’s anger and made sure his ray gun was in his blue hoodie as he left.

~~~~~~~~~~

Mabel sat in her chair with her arms crossed over her chest, letting Mr. Williams go on his tangent. According to the school nurse, she had broken Jeremy’s nose. Good. That’s what he gets for touching her. But apparently Mr. Williams disagreed, saying things like how her actions were unlawful and that she had no right to punch another student.

“Under no circumstances should you ever punch a fellow student, Ms. Mabel.” Mr. Williams said firmly.

“But he was touching me!” Mabel quickly injected, in some effort to defend herself. “He was pulling on my bra strap and smacking me with it! And I told him to stop, but he wouldn’t leave me alone.”

Mr. Williams snorted as he reached into his desk. “Well maybe next time you won’t wear such revealing clothes? How else are people supposed to pay attention to the lesson?”

Mabel felt her heart drop. She looked back down at her sweater, her purposely baggy yellow sweater that she had knitted herself a few months ago. This sweater - in fact, none of her sweaters - had ever been a problem before. Mabel plucked at her top and said in a quiet, timid voice, “But I made this.”

Mr. Williams glanced up from what he was writing for a second, before mumbling bitterly with his cold eyes on his paper, “Let the professionals make your clothes, okay? If you don’t want to find yourself in trouble then try wearing suitable clothing.”

Mabel felt her entire face turn red. She was so angry and so hurt and she saw no possible way out of this, so she decided to bite her lip and hide the lower-half of her face in her sweater, shrinking in her seat and lifting her yellow sweater up a bit.

“Now, I am giving you three weeks of detention.” Mr. Williams said. “Two for violence and invading a student’s personal bubble, and one for breaking dress…”

The door opened sharply. Mabel turned and her jaw was wide open to find her great-uncles at the foot of the office. At first she was jubilant to see them again, but then terrified to see them so angry. She had never seen them so mad. She knew they could be scary when they wanted to, but they had always seemed like soft old teddy bears to Mabel, what with their fluffy gray hair and warm hugs and squishy tummy-tums to snuggle against. Mabel was a little unhinged to find their faces darkened with anger. She could see a vein popping out of Stan’s forehead. Ford appeared to try to be collected, but his aura was as black as an imploding star, matching his brother’s quite well.

Mabel stood on shaking knees. Her uncles softened, ignoring the cold look Mr. Williams was giving them, and Stan was at her in an instant, with Ford right behind him, rubbing her shoulders and looking over her. “Mabel, sweetie, are you okay? Did he hurt you? I swear to Moses if that…”

“I’m okay, Grunkle Stan, I promise.” Mabel soothed, trying to smile, but she was still really nervous. “I… Wow, it’s great to see you guys, I missed you, but why are you here?”

“Dipper contacted us.” Ford said softly. “Said you were in trouble. What exactly happened?”

“She pu-...”

“I didn’t ask you.” Ford growled at Mr. Williams. Mabel actually shivered. She was so used to hearing a smooth, warm, comforting voice come from him, that hearing it growl like an animal like that startled her. “I am talking to my niece.” His eyes moved back on Mabel and he was instantly much warmer and not as scary. “What happened, pumpkin?”

“I was in Economics when this boy, Jeremy, was plucking at my bra strap.”

“Please show us exactly what he did.”

“Does it matter?!” Stan snapped. “He touched her!”

“Stanley, please,” Ford gave him a firm look, then returned his attention back to their girl. “Humor me.”

Mabel nodded in agreement. She had pulled her sweater down so it had covered both shoulders and sagged a bit on her chest. Now she moved it so her left shoulder was completely exposed, and she pinched at her strap. “It started like this,” She barely lifted it up, having little effect or sound. “But then after I told him to stop, he did this.” And Mabel pulled back far enough that when she let go it made a harsh slapping sound against her skin.

“Wait a minute,” Stan had caught a glimpse of it the moment she lowered her sweater. He gently turned her to look at the back of her shoulder, and he saw red. Literally. Her skin was reddening from the aggression. Not enough to swell or require ice, but enough to indicate just how invading and violent the action had been.

Stan was growling in his throat. He squeezed Mabel’s forearms reassuringly and said, “We’ll handle this, pumpkin.”

“Gentlemen,” Mr. Williams said firmly, still acting professional and snobbish. “Your niece here has violated several school rules and even went as far as to break a student’s nose.”

“You did?” Stan asked and patted her back. “That’s my girl!”

Mr. William’s nostrils flared. “Gentlemen, that is not what we should be teaching young…”

“While breaking cartilage is unfortunate, sir,” Ford said coldly, stepping forward, “It’s abundantly clear that she was only defending herself. Not only did the boy have no right to touch her, in any sense, in any manner, she was even gracious enough to give a verbal warning before she acted as she had to to get the boy to stop.”

Mr. Williams crossed his arms over his chest and snarled, “Well maybe if she hadn’t dressed in such a distracting way Mr…”

“Oh HELL NO!” Stan marched forward and slammed his fists down on the desk so hard he actually left cracks in the wood from the impact. “YOU’RE NOT PLAYING THAT GAME, ASSHOLE! NOT ON MY FUCKING WATCH!”

Ford made no attempt to silence his twin. In fact, he was smiling cunningly, like a policeman letting his dog go after the target. He gently walked Mabel to the door and ushered her outside. “Why don’t you wait outside, my dear? Dipper is waiting for you with a snack and some water to calm your nerves, you look a little shaken.” He said quietly.

Mabel dipped her head and smiled, unable to find the words, but Ford understood and closed the door after her.

Dipper was, in fact, there with a package of peanuts and bottled water in his hands for her. They sat in the cool office, listening to the conversation. While exact words were muffled by the walls and door, it sounded like Stan and Ford both were yelling and cursing at the principal. While Dipper and Mabel probably should have been more nervous, they weren’t; they were calm and they both knew that everything would be okay.

About half an hour later, just when the old men’s throats were getting a little sore, they left, leaving Mr. Williams to try to kill a small fire on his desk. Stan swiftly pocketed his lighter and smiled warmly at his kids. “Let’s ditch this hellhole.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Mabel was sipping some hot chocolate with extra marshmallows while Dipper was in the shower and her uncles elsewhere on the boat. She rubbed her shoulder with her free hand, elbows on the table, as she thought about the day. While she was grateful to not be in trouble and that the whole situation was over, it didn’t feel over. At least, the feelings it gave her hadn’t gone away.

The door opened and she smiled to see her favorite uncles coming inside. “Hey there, pumpkin.” Stan greeted warmly, but grew a little concerned. “You okay?”

Mabel blinked and tried to make a more convincing smile. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“That principal rattled you pretty good.” Stan pulled out a chair and sat next to her, rubbing her back. “C’mon, what’s on your mind?”

Mabel looked down at her hot drink, sighed, unsure of how to properly express her emotions, but managed to settle with, “It wasn’t fair.”

“No, it wasn’t.” Ford said firmly and stood on her other side. She looked up at him and the old scientist said, “What happened to you was completely unfair and should never be tolerated.”

Mabel nodded in agreement. “It’s just that… not only should Jeremy not have touched me, but you’d think people would have my back for defending myself, but… they made it seem like it was my fault…”

“Mabel Pines,” Stan moved his hand to her shoulder and squeezed gently. “That was not your fault. You did nothing wrong. You dress how you want and punch any guy that touches you if you don’t wanna be touched, and don’t let anyone tell you you should act differently.”

Mabel smiled weakly and nodded. “Okay.”

Stan chuckled and ruffled her hair. “That’s my girl.”

“Now hold one minute, Stanley.” Ford teased and wrapped Mabel up in a one-armed hug, making her giggle and hug him around his waist. “You were always terrible at sharing. She’s my girl, too.”

Stan smeared playfully and tickled Mabel’s ribs to loosen her grasp on Ford, pulling her into a big bear hug as she laughed. “Nu, uh. My girl.”

Mabel rolled her eyes as the twins only kept up the charade for another minute, filled to the brim with appreciation and power.

#GF #gravity falls #fanfiction #ford pines #stan pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #overprotective grunkles #Thanks for reading!

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

Guess I Misunderstood

Part 2 of Not the One series. 

Summary: Kurt's trying a find a way to end things with Adam and Blaine Anderson is one of the reasons why. 

Notes:  Open for more prompts in this 'verse but I only intended it to be 2 parts of a two-sided story. I hope you enjoy.

Read Part 1 here

AO3

The first time Kurt saw Blaine Anderson, he was spying on the bulletin boards. He, like every other Apple, was worried about how many freshmen they could pull this semester. With a majority of the current Adam’s Apples being seniors, they needed to fill those spots with freshmen. Better to round them up this year so they’ll already have a year of acapella under their belts.

He's just standing there reading all the flyers. Kurt’s trying to look busy with his phone to not draw attention. But he can’t help but access this man. 

Firstly, Kurt doesn't recognize him so he assumes this is a freshman, exactly the demographic their flyers are trying to bring in. The second thing that makes this man stand out among the others Kurt’s observed thus far is how nicely dressed he is. It is the first day of school so one would think a little effort would be put in but some boys their age won’t even put on a stain-free shirt to come to school. Luckily, most NYADA students care about their appearances, this freshman is no exception. 

He’s wearing tightly fitted, dark green, capri pants and a crisp, white, collared polo. 

Then his hand is reaching up to the green flyer Kurt designed. 

He takes it. 

YES!

Kurt tries to collect himself when he walks over to the boards. Don’t scare him away is his new mantra.

“The Apples?” He asks. 

The freshman was shy at first probably because he didn’t expect to be approached. Before he answers Kurt, he does manage to meet his eyes. 

Well, Kurt thought, if he sings as well as he looks the Apples could make Nationals. 

In the past, Kurt would’ve berated himself for checking out guys while being in a relationship but he’s becoming less sure about Adam lately. His boyfriend is becoming a bit pushy about things like this. But Kurt isn’t about to stop doing it. If Adam really trusted him, he could see all of this was harmless. 

The guy was gorgeous, no one should really blame Kurt for staring. His bowtie added a dash of adorableness, which would only draw Kurt in closer if he was single. Which he is decidedly not. 

“I love to sing.” 

Kurt could certainly relate. That’s how he got involved with glee clubs in the first place. Hell, that’s what got him to New York. 

“Me too,” he said, “I’ll see you at auditions, break a leg.” 

Only while he was walking away did Kurt curse himself for not catching the man’s name. 

Before he knew it, they reached the point in the school year—day two—where Rachel was would start harassing him about “getting his name out there” and listing off all the auditions she had lined up. The only way Kurt could hear another word of this was over coffee so he dragged Rachel there before his class. This meant she had exactly 35 minutes to talk at him about it until he inevitably came home for the night and had to share the loft with her. Halfway through the conversation, he notices a finely dressed young man in line.

 He’s not ashamed to admit the man’s best asset drew his attention. Though it wasn’t a difficult feat considering Power-Hungry Rachel was his other option. 

Thankfully, her time was running out, “Rach, I’ll see you at home, I have Tibideaux.” 

With one last look at the man, Kurt rushes off to class. 

When Adam’s Apples auditions are up and running, Kurt is fuming. His boyfriend thought the perfect time to discuss their future as a couple was directly before they had to sit on their asses for 3 hours listening to a bunch of freshmen sing their hearts out. 

Of course, they fought over it. Kurt was pissed about the timing, Adam thought he was being careless about their future plans because he refused to talk about it. 

“I’m refusing to do it publicly when we have obligations!” Kurt had told him. 

He had stormed into the empty auditorium at that point, casting aside Adam’s idea to move away after graduation for the moment, and sat in the third row. Unable to take a hint, Adam sat beside him. 

Kurt was barely able to pay attention to the singers until Blaine. Once again, the man was pleasantly dressed. This time in bright yellow capris and a lovely yellow and blue bowtie. Kurt wondered if he had an affinity for them. 

Adam coughed next to him, Kurt reverted his eyes. For the rest of the song, he was trying not to stare because Adam didn’t need another reason to blame Kurt for their relationship problems. When Blaine was finished, they clapped, Adam leaned in, “I’m sorry, you’re right.” In reply, Kurt kissed his cheek. 

Knowing a simple kiss could smooth things over for now. They obviously had a lot to discuss. 

As school picked up, Kurt mostly forgot about his little soft spot for Blaine until he was pulling a tipsy Adam off of the Lion’s Den dance floor Saturday night. 

They knew their potential new recruits would be at Callbacks, Kurt wanted none of that. If they were going to celebrate the first week of classes as a couple, he wasn’t about to be interrupted by a drunk NYADA student begging to know how their glee audition went. So he was here and apparently so was Blaine. 

He almost turned right around wanting to ignore the man. This is the exact situation he was trying to avoid. But Adam pulled him forward, slurring “bar’s this way.” 

Kurt tried to catch his eye from across the bar but instead watched as Blaine slung his drink back and paid his tab. By the time Adam was finished ordering, Blaine was gone. 

The fourth time Kurt thought he’d see Blaine never came. 

Kurt had posted the Adam’s Apples list of new recruits himself. Blaine Anderson was at the top. Alphabetically speaking. Yet, he never showed up to their first rehearsal. Everyone else had come. It was difficult to listen to Adam’s introductory speech when he kept waiting for Blaine to walk through the auditorium doors. 

He never did. Did Tuesdays at 7 not work for his schedule? 

They sat in a circle on stage playing ice breakers, learning each other’s names and special interests in regards to their studies at NYADA. 

When rehearsal ends, Adam tapped his shoulder, “you seem distracted, what’s up?” 

Kurt remembers what Drunk Adam told him on Saturday and lies, “nothing, I’m fine. Just something Rachel said.” 

“Well,” Adam helped him up, “don’t worry too much about her. Before you know it, you and I will be taking on the West End.” 

He smiles until Adam turns away. 

When Adam had first said they should move, Kurt thought he meant out of the heart of the city. Which was something he could understand. If Kurt’s dreams of starting a family someday were to be met, he saw the appeal of a move. It never crossed his mind that Adam meant to move across the ocean. 

When they first started talking, Kurt loved the allure of an older man. Being a freshman at the time, Kurt had been desperate to fit in in ways he never could at McKinley. So when Adam took him under his wing, showed him the ropes of NYADA and New York, it was only a matter of time before Kurt had a crush on him. Initially, Adam was too busy for a relationship, he had told Kurt as much so Kurt keep the crush to himself...and Rachel. 

When NYADA’s spring formal rolled around, Kurt was already planning on going with his roommate. Rachel had been trying him to match in a terrible shade of pink. It didn’t go well with either of their complexions. The text came in mid-argument about their outfits.

Adam: wanna go to formal?

Kurt dropped his phone. Luckily, he was sitting on the couch and it fell onto the cushion. Rachel, of course, knew something was wrong because Kurt paused in the middle of yelling at her about the tackiness of matching when they could complement each other instead. 

“What’s up?” she asked, leaning in to glance at his phone, “it’s not your dad, right?” 

“No, no, no,” Kurt assured her, tilting his screen so she could read the message. 

“OH!” she squealed, jumping up. “Tell him yes!” 

“He probably isn’t asking me, just wants to know if I’ll be there.”

Rachel rolled her eyes, “don’t stupid, Kurt.” 

Ignoring her, Kurt texted back and slumped down. 

Kurt: Rachel and I are going to go together, yes

Instantly, another text came in. 

Adam: Would Rachel be upset if I took you instead?

Rachel was biting her lip excitedly. Practically dancing as she sat on the couch next to him. 

Kurt: I think she’d be delighted. As would I.

The two of them did some jumping up and down together before Kurt settled back onto the couch, holding his phone to his chest. 

 “Guess that means I can wear pink if I want to,” Rachel said before disappearing into her bedroom. 

But that was then. It had been a long time since Kurt felt butterflies in his stomach when he thought about Adam. He never thought they’d completely disappear but these last few months he felt stagnant. When he expressed these concerns to his boyfriend, Adam’s solution was, once again, to move across the pond. 

Like that would solve their issues. 

That wasn’t what Kurt had meant by stagnant but Adam kept going on and on about how New York may be the city that never sleeps but he couldn’t wait to get back to the excitement of London. 

Kurt could never see himself moving so far away from his dad or his friends. New York had become his home these last three years. Maybe Adam always dreamed of going back to the UK but he had never told Kurt that explicitly until the start of this semester. Dating for 2 years and it never came up. 

By the time they were having their fifth fight about this, Kurt knew they were going to have to break up. It was just a matter of when. 

The actual fourth time Kurt saw Blaine Anderson was two weeks before Thanksgiving break. 

He was sitting in a corner of the library. Sheets of music spread across his lap. Titling his head so a single black curl dangled in his face. Blaine keeps blowing the curl away to no avail. It took everything in Kurt to not laugh. 

Adorable. 

Kurt wasn’t really here to study. He finished up his assignments for the weekend. There was a major test next week for one of Rachel’s classes. She was in a study group and forgot her yellow notebook so Kurt offered to bring it to her. 

Wasn’t it just his luck that Blaine Anderson was here? Right in his line of sight. The universe must be having fun with him tonight. He was about to go home to an empty apartment and write a breakup speech for Adam. 

Kurt had plans to talk with his day over Thanksgiving break—Burt insisted on planning for his flight. He just needed someone, not Rachel, to tell him it was the right choice. For so long, Adam, being his first boyfriend, made Kurt feel like he owed it to Adam to continue this. Kurt had just reached the end of his rope. 

He did end up talking to his dad about everything other than the impending breakup. In fact, Kurt couldn’t seem to get Blaine’s name out of his mouth. 

“We had this really talented singer come in for auditions, dad,” Kurt said. “Blaine Anderson, he’s a freshman.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

This was the second time Kurt had brought this up. 

“He’s going to do big things someday.” 

By the fourth time, Blaine’s name was mentioned, which was a lot of times for a man Kurt had only spoken to once, Burt had something to say about it. 

“You gonna ask him out, bud, or just keep talking to me?”

Kurt paused, blushed, and stumbled out a “no.” 

“No what? You won’t ask him or he won’t go out with you.” 

“Dad,” Kurt said, “both of those imply, I do ask him out.” 

“Well, you should.” Burt shrugged. “You clearly like him.” 

His dad did always know how to read him. This wasn’t the time to remind Burt of his boyfriend. Of whom, Burt was indifferent. Dating for years and Adam couldn’t seem to break down Burt’s overprotective walls. 

Now that Kurt was alone in their apartment thinking of those conversations. All of them. Every single time he had asked Burt about Adam or called his dad after a ridiculous fight. How many of those conversations contain happy stories? 

Kurt and Adam had loads of good times but none that he ever shared with his dad, no memories that become inside jokes, nothing like that. 

It was the Monday after Thanksgiving, Rachel was in class, Adam’s professor had let them out earlier, and Kurt had an empty apartment. 

Kurt: let’s get coffee

Adam: Be there in ten

When Kurt came back, he was a single man in New York once again. 

The fifth time, Kurt saw Blaine Anderson was on purpose. He meant to run into him in the NYADA auditorium. Kurt had asked around and found out Blaine had joined a different glee club. Amy said they rehearsed on Wednesdays and Blaine was always there a half-hour earlier to warm-up alone. 

Sure enough, Blaine was center stage pacing in a circle doing one of Rachel’s favorite scales. Kurt is creeping in from one of the back entrances. Slowly, he makes his way up to the stage unsure if he wants Blaine to notice him or not. 

Eventually, he reaches a moment when he has to say something. About fifteen feet from the stage, Kurt speaks up, “you’re very talented, you know?” 

Blaine looks down at him, a quick smile, and blushes, “thanks.” 

“We were sad to not see you at rehearsals but The Singsations benefit greatly.” 

“Yeah, I felt bad about it…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but it just wasn’t going to work.” 

“Well,” Kurt replied, “acapella isn’t for everyone.” 

“Funny enough, it wasn’t the acapella part.” 

At that, Kurt’s not sure what to say. He wants to ask what the problem was then.

“Sorry, did you just come here to ask why I didn’t join the Apples?” Blaine asked. 

“Um no, Amy said you warm up here before rehearsals.” Which was Kurt’s way of stalling. “I…”

This is exactly why Kurt hadn’t had a boyfriend before Adam: he was too nervous to make the first move. 

Blaine is sitting on the edge of the stage now so they’re almost level. Kurt could just push his legs apart, stand between them, and kiss him. That’s all he wants to do. 

“I’ve seen you around campus a lot.” Four times.

“Me too,” Blaine said, which has Kurt smirking slightly. So he did notice him too. Then Blaine continues and knocks that smirk right off his face, “how’s your boyfriend?” 

Well, Kurt should’ve expected that blow. His and Adam’s relationship was pretty well-known. In just two weeks since the breakup, Kurt’s surprised more people aren’t gossiping about it. 

Honesty is the best policy, right? 

“We broke up.”

“Oh,” Blaine replied, “I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“Are you?” Kurt asked, “because I’m not sorry at all. I should’ve done it sooner. We weren’t meant to be together as long as we were.” 

“You broke up with him?” Blaine asked, confused. “But you seemed so in love.” 

“A year ago, I would’ve agreed with you but one too many problems later it was never going to work,” Kurt told him, “but that’s not why I’m here either.” 

“So, why are you here? I was pretty sure you didn’t know I existed.” 

“I definitely do,” Kurt said, “and now it’s my turn to ask if you’re single.” 

Blaine blushed again, “Not sure that’s what I meant earlier.” 

“It’s what I meant.” 

“I’m not seeing anyone right now, I’ve been pining after this upperclassman who was with someone.” 

“Oh yeah?” Kurt asked. 

“Yeah.” 

Kurt took a step closer and placed his palms on Blaine’s knees. 

“Well, I think he likes you too.” 

Then, he pushes his legs open with no resistance from Blaine. It isn’t Kurt who leans in first though. 

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #klaine #my fics #not the one

[alleycat97]

Could I request Veronica recording Chloe and Poppy finding out that they both like MC??

Love it!

Poppy x MC(Bea) x Chloe x Veronica

...

“So are you gonna be able to come to the party tonight? Professor Thottie will be there. Last party before Christmas break!” Zoey asked standing in the checkout line.

“Yeah I’m planning on it, I just gotta stop by and...” Bea stopped as a disgruntled Chloe came rushing past her with her head hung low. Was she crying?

“Bea? Hello?”

“Yeah I’ll be there. I gotta go get my dress. Hey Zoey? I’ll call you back.” Bea said pursuing Chloe at a distance.

Chloe made it to the Zeta house and stormed past a live-streaming Veronica.

“Hey Chlo, wanna get in on the stream?” Veronica asked.

“No thank you. I’m going to my room to kill myself.” Chloe sighed wiping her tears away.

That was odd. Veronica couldn’t figure out what that was about so she followed Chloe to her room just in case.

“What’s wrong Chloe? And please don’t say you’re going to kill yourself.”

*Sniffling “Ask Poppy.”

Great, more drama Veronica thought continuing her livestream.

Poppy entered the house as soon as Veronica made it back downstairs, “Why is Chloe upstairs crying and threatening to kill herself?”

Poppy sighed and rolled her eyes, “Because Chloe is a cry baby and she forgets her place.” That’s all Poppy was going to say so Veronica physically grabbed Poppy and drug her to Chloe’s room.

“Veronica! You’re hurting me! Get your hands off me! Do you know who I am!” Poppy protested.

“Yeah you’re a bitch and Chloe is your best friend. So fix this!” She said shoving Poppy into the room.

It was obvious neither girl was going to start so Veronica started asking questions, “Does someone wanna get me up to date here? Why are you crying Chloe? You two were fine when you left to go dress shopping.”

“I found the most perfect dress and Poppy told me I couldn’t wear it because she wanted it. She said it was her color...”

“Pink is my color! You know this!” Poppy interjected.

“Then I told her I was gonna ask someone to dance with me tonight....” Chloe trailed off dreamily.

“Okkk? And then what?” Veronica asked never dropping her phone.

“Poppy said I couldn’t dance with her because she was going to dance with her!”

“Of course! Chloe you are ranked below me! You aren’t allowed to dance with people I choose!”

Veronica, losing patience, had to ask, “Well who could be so special that has y’all both fighting over them?”

...

Bea made it to the Zeta house and said hi to a few of the girls storming away from it. Red flag. Zoey called her and immediately told her to check Veronica’s live stream. Needless to say, Bea wasnt shocked and was very impressed.

Chloe and Poppy were arguing over who got to dance with her at the party tonight. The two had been getting closer to her the last few weeks and Bea knew it was coming.

“You don’t even like her! You threatened to kill her!” Chloe yelled at Poppy.

“And the only reason you like her is because I do!” Poppy returned fire.

The comments were fire, Veronica did a decent job keeping her composure and keeping the comments rolling in.

Bea finally had enough and marched into the house and up to Chloe’s room, right into the lions den.

The girls became quiet and tried to fix themselves up for Bea.

“What’s going on in here guys? I could hear shouting from the street?” Bea teased.

“None of your buisness!” Poppy shouted, Chloe giving her a disgusting look.

“Oh well then. Hey babe? What time are you picking me up for the dance tonight?” Bea asked out loud, exciting and confusing Poppy and Chloe.

The room stayed silent and Veronica couldn’t help but grin as Bea made her way over and grabbed her by the face, “What time are you picking me up?”

“How about 8?” Veronica replied meeting Bea in the middle with a kiss that rocked the entire room and internet.

“What the hell is that!” Poppy yelled.

“Yeah! Why do you get to kiss her and not us!” Chloe threw in.

Poppy sighed and face palmed herself, “Chloe shut up.”

“Because I don’t want you guys kissing my girlfriend.” Veronica teased as she closed her live and walked out with Bea.

#playchoices #pixelberry #chloe st james #queen b chloe #queen b mc #queen b poppy #queen b veronica #veronica lombardi #poppy min sinclair

[blackmissfrizzle]

A Family Affair

Characters: Frank Castle x black!reader

Summary: Based on this imagine

Warning: Implied smut, a lil angst, language

“Wow,” you exhaled, after Frank skillfully coaxed out multiple orgasms from you.

“That good, huh?” Frank chuckled.

Instead of giving him the satisfaction of agreeing with him, you mushed his face instead. “Whatever, Castle.”

Frank rolled on top of you, trapping you in between his hands. “Fine, don’t admit it. I’ll just have to prove it to you again, sweetheart,” he whispered against your ear.

You pushed against Frank’s broad shoulders. As much you wanted another round, you had to get ready for your meeting and he knew that. “Frank,” you uttered his name as a warning.

He took that as his cue to stop and gave you one last kiss. As he sat on the edge of the bed and put on his sweats, you kissed the scars that decorated his back. Some old and some new, but each reminding you of his dangerous life.

“Water,” he asked, making his way to the kitchen.

“Yes please.” You responded, searching for something to wear temporarily. When you settled on one of Frank’s many black henleys, you heard Frank’s voice and another’s. Automatically, you reached for your gun and carefully approach the kitchen.

Frank had his own gun drawn out and who he was pointing at left you in shock.

“Dad, what are you doing here?”

“Dad?” Frank repeated, looking back at you.

Tony Stark was standing in your living room and had one of his Iron Man blasters pointed at your vigilante boyfriend.

“No, the question is what the hell is the Punisher doing in your apartment half-naked?” The impromptu meeting of Tony and Frank left you speechless, which left time for Tony to take in your lack of proper clothing. “Did he do that to you?” Tony ready to blast Frank once he saw the bruises on your thighs from you and Frank’s lovemaking.

“Trust me buddy, she wasn’t complaining.” Frank smirked at Tony.

“Frank!” You admonished him, not wanting to give Tony anymore reasons to actually shoot him.

Frank finally put his gun on the island and held his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, baby.” Then he faced Tony and walked to him slowly like he was approaching a cornered animal. “I’m Frank and I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.”

“BOYFRIEND?” That revelation made Tony retract his blaster and stew in his thoughts for a moment. One thing your dad never was speechless, well except with Peter, but that was different.

Scared that maybe he was maybe experiencing an aneurysm or a heart attack, you called out his name. It was enough to shake him out of his shocked state. “You two dinner tonight at 7 and no backing out!” Tony yelled and then stormed out your door.

--

Hours later you and Frank were getting ready, but you weren’t talking to each other. After Tony left, Frank asked you why you didn’t tell him and when your ‘I don’t know’ wasn’t sufficient enough, he left as well. Now you were watching Frank struggling with putting his gold cufflinks on.

Deciding to help him you gripped his wrists, despite the grunt he expelled. “You knew I had a hard time growing up. I got tired of the group homes, so I ran away. I survived by pickpocketing people. One day, I saw Tony Stark and saw a big score and was able to steal his wallet. Eventually, he found me, and the rest was history. I can’t explain, but there was some insane connection with him, and the team and they just took me in. It just naturally progressed to call him dad. And the reason for not telling you is, I thought you would run once you knew my connection to them.”

After clasping his cufflinks, Frank pulled you into him, resting his chin on top of your head. “You could’ve told me. I couldn’t leave you even if I wanted to.” Standing on your tippy toes, you kissed Frank and whispered, ‘I love you.’

Looking at the time, you decided you had enough time to thank Frank properly. Just as your knees sunk to the floor, FRIDAY announced that the car Tony sent was downstairs. Reluctantly, Frank pulled you to your feet and escorted you downstairs.

“Okay, since Stark is your dad, does that mean that Potts is your mom?” Frank asked on the car ride.

You held Frank’s hand and laughed. “Oh no, Steve’s definitely the mom. Him and Tony argue like an old married couple anyway.”

“Please don’t tell me you call the Captain America mom?” Frank questioned.

“Oh, hell yeah I do! And he may act like he hates it, but he secretly loves it.”

--

Once you were in the elevator, you became more aware of Frank’s nerves. His hands were shaking, and you grabbed one to stop him and kissed his cheek. “You’ll be fine, I promise.”

Frank squeezed your hand and kissed you back, just as soon as the elevator door opened, revealing Peter.

“Parker, what the hell are you doing here. Don’t you got homework?” You asked, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“And miss you get in trouble? No way. This time Steve and Tony actually agree for once. Nat, Wanda, and Thor think everyone should mind their business and let you date him. Sam, Rhodey, Clint, and Bruce are mostly siding with Steve and Tony, but are willing to give him a chance. Vision doesn’t care either way and Bucky is out on a mission,” the kid you considered a little brother rambled on.

Frank leaned down to your ear and whispered while eyeing Peter suspiciously, “Is he on drugs or something?”

“No, he’s always like this.”

Peter led you into the lion’s den, you called the dining room. Once the three you caught everyone’s attention all conversation ceased. Frank let go of your hand and went to each person to shake their hand and formally introduce himself. You could tell Tony was already over it, but at least Steve had the decency to fake it.

As expected, he saved Steve for last. Frank always talked about how he admired Steve and what he did for our country. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Captain Rogers.”

“Please just call me Steve.” Then, he motioned for Frank to sit down.

Tense was one way to describe the mood as everyone sat down. No one knew how to steer the conversation. “This isn’t some type of jungle fever is it?” Tony blurted out.

A chorus of Tony’s was said across the table and the accused showed no remorse. “Listen, I just need to know. He’s not just about to use our girl, because he wants to try something new.”

Despite Tony being an asshole Frank kept his cool. “No sir. Y/N could be any damn color and I still choose her.”

The same moment you kissed Frank’s cheek was the exact same moment Bucky walked in. “What the hell is this?”

You turned to Peter and whispered yelled to him, “I thought you said he’s on a mission!”

Peter shrugged his shoulders in obvious surprise, “I thought so too! Maybe he, um, finished early.”

“You think?”

During your exchange with Peter, Frank and Bucky were staring each other down, readying their bodies for a fight.

“This just got interesting,” Tony said before sipping his drink.

Not wanting to deal with a fight, you pleaded with the more reasonable man. “Buck, please. Not right now.”

Bucky’s murderous gaze softened once he looked at you. He nodded his head in agreement and took a seat between Sam and Steve.

“So, what’s a murderous madman doing at our dining table?” Bucky asked nonchalantly as he prepared his own plate of food.

You rolled your eyes, because you knew Frank wouldn’t be able to back down. Thankfully, Nat interrupted whatever Frank was about to retort back. “You were in the marines, right, Mr. Castle?”

Frank turned his gaze from Bucky to Natasha and responded to her. “Yes ma’am and please just call me Frank.”

“As long as you stop with the ma’am stuff,” she smirked back.

From there, the conversation stayed on more safe topics until Steve decided he wanted to get to the meat of it.

“Frank, you know why you’re here. Y/N is like a daughter to us and most of can’t seem to shake the idea of you dating her.”

Holding your breath, you looked at Frank as he set down his silverware and thought about his answer. “I get it, sir. She’s your little girl and I’m a wanted criminal, but Y/N’s my everything and that means something, Captain. There was a time I thought I wouldn’t feel this way again, but she proved me wrong.”

Bruce spoke up for the first time. “No one’s doubting your feelings Frank. We all can see it-” A grunt from Bucky slightly interrupted Bruce, but he continued on quickly before Frank could get his hands on him. “But you killed people and not out of self-defense, but you targeted them.”

Frank leaned back in his chair and rolled his tongue around his mouth. “Have you ever been betrayed by your country? The ones who were supposed to have your back since you risked yours to keep it safe.”

You stared at Bucky, pleading with your eyes for him to understand where Frank was coming from. Our country may have not taken everything away from him like Frank, but they sure did make him out to be the bad guy when he was the one done wrong.

“It doesn’t explain why you killed all those people!” Tony interjected

Having enough of Tony’s bullshit, you stood up and threw your napkin down. “Really, Tony? All this coming from the person, who didn’t talk to his best friend for 2 years because he protected the man who was brainwashed to kill your family,”

Frank gripped your wrist and try to pull you down to your seat, “C’mon on baby, don’t argue with your father.” But instead of following his advice, you wrestled your hand from his grip and continued.

“Or what about Ultron and Sokvia, huh? Did anyone come out unscathed in that? Because I remembered the team was broken up for two whole years, because you felt guilty about dropping a whole country, since you wanted to play mad scientist!”

Steve backed out of his seat, “Ok, that’s enough!”

“No, fuck that! He wants to bring up Frank’s past, let’s bring it up, since you know so much, dad. Did you know it was a CIA official, his commander, and his best friend that had his family killed?”

Tony’s face dropped, but that didn’t stop you. “Of course, you didn’t, because sometimes you can be a selfish, self-absorbed asshole. Yeah, you save the world and that’s the big picture, but what happens after? what about the organized crime taking over the streets? What about all the dirty cops and corrupt politicians? Oh, I know what you do, you throw a lavish fundraiser and that makes everything better. I know Frank’s methods seem inhumane and extreme, but unless you lived on those streets you wouldn’t understand. I’m just asking you to not judge him too harshly, because what would you do if someone took Pepper and Morgan away?”

Done with your rant, you moved your hand in front of Frank signaling him to grab it. “C’mon babe, let’s go.” Frank followed your lead to the elevators, and just as you were about to enter you heard Tony’s voice.

“Wait!” Both of you stopped in your tracks and faced Tony. “You’re right, Y/N. I don’t know how tough the average person has it, but I do know I don’t agree with Castle’s methods.” You opened your mouth to say something back, but Tony raised his hand to stop you. “You said your piece let me say mines, okay. Although, I may disagree with your boyfriend, I see the way he looks at you and he loves you. So, I propose this: you bring him around for our weekly family dinners, so we can get to know him and after you and I come up with some ways to help the community. Sounds good?”

Before the smile reached your face, you rant to Tony and gave him a hug, thanking him and apologizing to him for your hurtful words.

“You won’t regret it, Mr. Stark,” Frank called out as you hugged your dad.

Tony pulled you from his front to his side, still hugging you, but with a clear view of Frank. “Castle, I promise if she so much gets a papercut because of your extracurricular activities, you’ll be the one being put down.”

Frank smiled at Tony’s threat and then offered to shake his hand. “Fair enough.”

Finally, with all the drama put aside, the rest of dinner went on smoothly. Now all the veterans at the table were comparing their experiences in the service, with the occasional joking of how one’s branch was better than the others. Only time it would get awkward is when Bucky would have a smart remark to whatever Frank would say. Frank would brush it off, but Bucky pushed him one last time and Frank decided to open his mouth. “Man, you must’ve messed up real bad.”

Bucky cocked his head to the side and crossed his arms, “Excuse me?”

Frank cracked his neck side-to-side, rolled his shoulders, and leaned on the table, “You dated. You and Y/N, it’s obvious. And if you ended good, you wouldn’t be taking pot shots at me the whole night, so you messed up. Now either you shut up or we can do something about it.”

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for this showdown the whole night!” Tony claimed. From the corner of your eye, you could see both Pepper and Steve hitting Tony in the back of his head.

Bucky followed suit and leaned on the table as well. “I doubt it’ll be an even fight. You don’t have those guns you love so much.”

Frank cracked a crooked smile, “I don’t need a gun. I prefer knives. I like to get up close and personal with my enemy.”

“Me too,” Bucky claimed and both men stood up out of their seats.

“Oh, hell no!” You interrupted the two. You pushed Frank back down in his seat and rushed to Bucky, “In the kitchen, now!” you gritted through your teeth.

Before you knew it, you felt your fist flying towards Bucky’s face. “Really, Bucky? This is how you’re gonna act?”

Easily, Bucky shook the punch off. He was about to say something charming to get on your good side, but then he noticed the tears welling in your eyes. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong, doll?”

“You, Tony, Steve, heck everyone. I need my family to get along with Frank. Even you, okay. I love him and he’s gonna be around for a while.  So, either get with the program or don’t ever talk to me again.”

Buck had to admit himself he was being an asshole. To see you with another guy was hurtful, but to see you with a guy that he could identify with and that could open up to you in a way he couldn’t broke his heart.

“Alright. I’ll be nice for now. But as soon as he messes up, I’m kicking his ass and never letting you go.”

Ignoring the last part of his statement, you ran to give Bucky a hug. “Thank you,” you whispered into his chest.

Reluctantly, Bucky let go of you and guided you back to the dining room. With bated breath, you watched Bucky approach Frank.

Frank stood up, warily eyeing Bucky when he stretched out his hand for a handshake. “Sorry for being an asshole earlier.”

Tentatively Frank shook Bucky’s hand. “It’s okay. I’d probably act the same way if I were you.”

Glad the two men finally made up, you let out a deep breath. You were about to go sit down until you heard Bucky threaten Frank. “You hurt her, I’ll kill you.”

“He’s joking,” you told Frank, hoping to defuse a potential argument.

“I’m not.”

“Fair enough,” Frank responded before shaking Bucky’s hand.

“Now that’s everything copacetic, can we get to that basketball game Y/N promised? I gotta teach the youngin a couple of things.” Sam asked, reminding you of your bet that you could beat him at basketball no matter what team you’re on.

“Ok, let’s do it, but you got Buck on your team,” you bartered. Both men outwardly groaned, upset that they’re always paired together.

Looking up at Frank, you asked, “Want to play?” Leaning down within an inch from your lips, he replied, “Oh yeah,” before giving you a sweet chaste kiss.

“Oh god, no! None of that please. Just no!” Tony complained, disgusted by your pda.

For good measure, you gave Frank a deeper kiss, which made Tony gag. “Ready to hang with this crazy crew?”

Frank shook his head yes, and you pulled him towards the gym, hopefully for the first of many games.

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[metallic-roses]

Everything for You

(For this one I’m going to assume that Plumbeline is in her mid twenties during the recent events in Crown of Candy, and was around five when the Ravening War ended)

My dress drags on the stairs behind me as I walk down the stairs, my slippers silencing my feet on the marble. The manor is cold today, colder than usual, and I wrap my arms around myself.

My great grandmother’s old, creaky voice echoes through the foyer “Blienne, come here.” She summons and I obey.

“Coming Granmumma,” I reply, reminding myself not to run or rush.

Mother always tells me to be respectful, but elegant. To leap down the stairs, tripping over the skirt of the flowing dress I’m wearing, would most likely be the least elegant thing imaginable.

I enter the family room to see my great grandmother sitting on one of the couches, green hair in wild waves Mother would never allow one of the other family members to wear.

I perch myself on an armchair across from her “Good afternoon Granmumma.” I greet, and when she doesn’t respond I continue speaking “Oh, have you seen that beautiful comb that Father brought from the Meat Lands for me? I’ve been looking for it, I’d like to bring it-”

“The comb isn’t important.” Granmumma interrupts, green eyes distant “You should know that.”

I force a polite laugh. I think I know where this conversation is going “Well, not really, but I’d still like to have it. It’s the non-essential things that make life worth living, at least in my eyes.”

Granmumma’s hand snaps out to grasp mine, faster than I thought she was capable “The comb isn’t important, Blienne. Not to you and I. House Corymbos possesses the last of Fructera’s magic, you cannot continue to let your gift fade.”

“Granmumma you know we’re not supposed to talk about that-” I rush, but don’t pull my hand away. I don’t know why.

Granmumma waves her free hand and a coffee table lifts into the air. My words fade.

She turns back to me, eyes warm “Try, Blienne.” My great grandmother urges. I hesitate and Granmumma continues “I know you have the gift. As much as you deny it, as much as my granddaughter denies it. I know I shouldn’t have waited so long to push you.”

And I listen.

There’s always been that quiet song of magic in my blood. Ever since I was a child. I’ve been good at ignoring it for years.

But for the first time, I yield to that song. Let it envelop me, let myself fall into the magic.

Frozen smoothie begins to spread from me through the room, soft and slow. I stare at sight, watching the pastel pink spread through the room, glittering in the light. I reach down to the floor and brush my fingers over the new surface, ignoring the cold biting through my hand.

“It’s incredible,” I breath, a smile spreading across my face.

A harsh, angry voice cuts through the room “What the hell are you doing?!” Mother yells, storming through. The frozen smoothie cracks and shatters, fading into nothing in seconds. 

Dread creeps through me. I never should have done this, never should have entertained Granmumma. This is the opposite of what I’m supposed to do.

Mother turns on Granmumma “She’s leaving for Comida tomorrow! She’s going to be the youngest handmaiden to the Bulb-damned princess of Fructera, the daughter of the Concordant Emperor! Do you know how much work I’ve had to do to get Blienne that position? How much training I’ve had to give her to make sure she’ll be able to restore some of the glory to House Corymbos that you lost when you insisted on continuing to support magic, even when the Bulbian Church took power? I will not have you continuing to ruin this family. I will not have you putting my daughter in danger. Besides Brightgarden, Comida is the lion’s den for magic users. She will be hanged for witchcraft!”

Granmumma sits up straight, folding her hands in her lap. She hardly looks fazed “Magic is worth it, granddaughter. We are the last keepers-”

“I’m not listening to this,” Mother says, waving her hand dismissively. Her face is the angriest I’ve ever seen it “Blienne, go to bed. You have a long journey tomorrow.”

I nod, standing and brushing off my skirt “Yes Mother,” I reply and rush off, not looking back.

(Three years later)

I haven’t looked back at magic. Not since that day, not once.

I’ve done what Mother asks of me. Time and time again. I have been what my great grandmother should have been. Obedient and elegant and Bulb-worshipping.

The other handmaidens scoffed at me at first. I was young, part of a disgraced house, and it was clear that every coin my family had left was put into getting me here.  I let them scoff. I didn’t retaliate. No matter how much the magic within me begged to.

Two things made it worth it. 

The honor I’ve been bringing to my family, to my elder brother and younger siblings, to my parents. The future I’ve been giving them.

And Lady Plumbeline.

I loved her from the moment I saw her and I have continued to love her ever since. The beautiful, quiet, strength and bravery of her. The elegance and skill. The undying ambition and the intelligence and ruthlessness to back it up.

She doesn’t know, of course. One of the many things Mother taught me for court is to hide my emotions expertly. To portray what I want people to see.

It’s been a useful skill in climbing the ranks. It was useful among the other handmaidens, who were surprised to say the least, when I rose to become Plumbeline’s favorite. Her most trusted. And from Plumbeline’s support, I began to build House Corymbos’ reputation back up, brick by brick.

I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t have Plumbeline’s support, her company anymore.

Because Lady Plumbeline has gotten sick. Deadly sick. None of the healers know what to do. Emperor Uvano has said that it’s a sickness his family has been prone to throughout the years. A one common to die from.

I remember when I heard that it’s likely she’d die. It was hard to keep the mask hiding my emotions on then. My knees went weak, my eyes filled with tears, and my chest tightened impossible. I felt my magic race through my veins, fear and sorrow fueling a surge more powerful than I had ever experienced.

That tightened feeling in my chest hasn’t faded, but gotten sharper as Plumbeline’s condition has worsened. And worsened. Until the possibility of Plumbeline’s death, which looms closer every day, is the only thing I can think about.

It’s the thing keeping me awake tonight.

I curl up on top of my blankets, deep violet curls spread out around my head. As usual these past few weeks, my mind is occupied with racing through every piece of medical information I’ve ever heard. Anything that might save the girl I love.

And then it crashes into me.

Magic.

Not magic I know. I haven’t trained nearly enough to be able to help. But Granmumma told stories of beings of magic, spirits of Fructera.

I reach out my hand, digging inside myself for something. Anything. Any way to summon a creature that could save Plumbeline.

A seed appears in my hand. It’s a small, warm, light brown seed. I pick it up between two fingers, examining the object, trying to contain the hope that’s exploding within me.

The seed cracks open, sending a shock through my hand. I drop the seed on the floor, and before I can reach to pick it up again, a bright green sprout begins to curl up from the seed.

It grows right before my eyes into a creature with wood and bark for a body, leaves for hair, and different types of fruit dangling off of their arms, back, shoulders. It towers above me and I swing my legs off the side of the bed, staring up at the spirit. The Fruit Tree.

“Hello Blienne Corymbos,” The Fruit Tree groans, their voice low and grumbling. I open my mouth to respond but the Fruit Tree instead begins to move, kneeling in front of me and touching a large, rough hand to my chin “You are young for the burden placed upon you. The last magic of a land is no small deal, Blienne Corymbos.”

And then an orange snaps off the Fruit Tree and splatters on the ground. The Fruit Tree stumbles to the side, catching themselves on one hand.

“I am not as strong as I was, Blienne Corymbos.” The Fruit Tree tells me, sorrow clouding their voice. The sorrow seeps into me, adding into the anxiousness and worry. The Fruit Tree seems to sense my change in mood “What do you wish of me?” They ask.

There is no hesitation, not a doubt in my mind “I want you to heal Plumbeline Uvano. I want you to save her.”

The Fruit Tree tilts their head to the side, more fruit falling to the ground and splattering “You love her.” They say. Not a question.

“I do. More than anything.”

The Fruit Tree shrinks an inch. I flinch in shock, but don’t comment on the change. They weren’t exaggerating when they spoke of fading strength.

“There is not a world were you get to live a life with Plumbeline Uvano, Blienne Corymbos.” The Fruit Tree tells me and I feel... numb. I don’t feel anything “Do you still wish to save her?”

I look up at the being, the spirit of something long gone.“I believe she’s going to do good in the world. Plumbeline is worth it.” The Fruit Tree nods slowly, flickering and shrinking again. I scoot forward “What’s happening to you?”

“I am not as strong as I was, Blienne Corymbos.“ The Fruit Tree repeats.

The hope I feel flickers and terror races through my veins “Can you still heal her?”

More fruit falls on the ground. Item by item. Agonizingly slowly.

“I believe I can, Blienne Corymbos. But it will come at a cost.” The Fruit Tree says “My strength alone is not enough to save your love, not since magic has faded from Fructera. I will need yours. Permanently.”

I tilt my head, considering what he means by ‘strength’. And then I know. And even though I’ve been pushing it back all my life, I know I’m losing a piece of myself if I do this.

“You- you want my magic?” I ask and the Fruit Tree nods. “Okay. Okay. I’ll do anything. Just-”

And my magic fades.

Everything is shattering into a million pieces. I can’t see, can’t breath, can’t think. All I feel is aching emptiness. The remaining pieces of me turn to piercing shards, scratching at my insides.

Agony. That’s what I feel. My body fades. My being fades. I’m just an empty shell where a life used to be, where vibrance used to be. It hurts so badly, so so badly.

And then I’m back.

I fall to the ground and curl up, gasping for breath. The Fruit Tree is gone, along with the fruit that fell off of it. But i know that it worked, I can feel it deep within me.

All I can do now is hope that Plumbeline uses this gift wisely.

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[anubislover]

Welcome to the Heart Pirates, Nami-ya Chapter 5: The Masks We Wear

“You are, without a doubt, the most arrogant asshole I’ve ever met!” Nami screamed, her voice echoing down the steel hallway. Most of the crew had taken cover in any room they could find—things had been tense ever since the sunburn incident over a week ago, everyone walking on eggshells waiting for Law’s inevitable revenge. They all knew it wouldn’t be right away; the man liked to take his time, meticulously planning while his victim was lulled into a false sense of security, thinking he had forgiven and forgotten. There was already a large betting pool on what would happen and when, with theories ranging from her waking up to a room full of organs to being forced to wear a skimpy nurse uniform.

Most were silently praying for the latter.

Across from her, Law glared, arms crossed and knuckles white as a small vein popped in his neck out of frustration. They’d been arguing for nearly ten minutes, and for a man who was used to having his orders followed immediately and enthusiastically, it was quickly growing wearisome. “And you’re the most infuriating little witch I’ve ever encountered. I’m not even asking much; it’s completely within your skillset.”

“Like hell it is! You’d have more luck convincing me to wear your crew’s stupid jumpsuits!”

“And deprive my men of seeing you prance around in practically nothing? Morale would tank.”

She crossed her arms, scowling. “Then we agree; I’m not doing it.”

“Our agreement was that you work for me; that means you listen to my orders and carry them out, no arguments.”

“I absolutely never agreed to the ‘no arguments’ part.”

“All I’m asking is for you to pull your weight by using your skills as the Cat Thief to assist me in a little infiltration job. Or do you not know how to act like a lady?” he taunted.

She bristled at the insult but refused to take the bait. “I already pull my weight; I help Bepo with his maps, guide you through storms, and do my share of chores.”

“I’ll concede to the first two, but I know you’ve been conning the men into doing your cleaning.”

She didn’t even try to stop the pleased smirk from curving her lips. “I can’t help it if they feel like being gentlemen by taking on some extra mopping so I can dedicate my time to more important matters.”

“And you thank them by stealing their wallets.”

“It’s no secret I’m a thief; they should know better than to let their guards down around me. Consider it training; you said I shouldn’t let my skills degrade, and a pretty face like mine could be their downfall if they don’t smarten up.”

“That’s the only reason I haven’t removed your hands for it, Nami-ya,” Law replied sourly. “That being said, I’m ordering you to stop stealing from them. It’s not nice to take advantage of your crew.”

Infuriated, she jabbed him in the chest. “They’re not my crew! We’re in a temporary alliance, and I’m fine working with them, but I’m a Straw Hat! Get that through your pigheaded-skull!”

A hand shot forward, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close to Law’s tall, imposing form. “For all intents and purposes, until the year is up, you’re a Heart Pirate. I said when you first arrived, I intend on making the most of having you on my crew, and I meant it.” Arguing was getting him nowhere, so he quickly changed tactics. A shiver ran up Nami’s spine as he leaned close, hot breath ghosting over her sensitive ear and neck. “You’re stealthy, clever, beautiful, and one of the best burglars on the Grand Line. I can’t imagine a better partner. With our combined skillsets, a job like this should be both easy and extremely profitable. I just need your help searching the place for some classified documents once the party’s in full swing.”

A hint of pink dusted her cheeks at his flattery. “Documents?”

“Inside the main study is a safe full of Marine codes, reports on the various atrocities they’ve caused in the name of ‘justice,’ names of soldiers infiltrating pirate crews—all things that go for millions of belli on the black market. Besides that, our target is known for having expensive tastes. Bejeweled trinkets, high-end art, gold statuettes; the man’s loaded.”

Nami couldn’t help it; belli signs flashed in her eyes at the thought of getting her hands on that treasure. Law’d said he had a big job planned, and clearly, he wasn’t kidding.

It was clear that he had her attention, so the Dark Doctor pressed on, voice dropping an octave to seductively murmur, “And that’s just the study. Imagine all the rich pockets you could pick at the party. Far more profitable than my crew, and anything you manage to steal on your own is completely yours; I won’t even demand a cut.” Brushing his free hand across the sleeve of her borrowed shirt, he added, “I was even generous enough to buy you a new dress for the occasion, since you’ll need to look the part of a rich doctor’s lover.”

As much as she hated it, she was wavering. When he’d first proposed—or more specifically, ordered—she escort him to a party as his date, she’d refused on principle. But damn, after only a month, he was starting to figure out her weaknesses, and right now, money was a big one. She had very little to her name on the ship; most of her clothes were borrowed from Ikkaku, and while they’ve made port a couple times, she hadn’t been able to get much beyond the essentials. So the idea of having fresh, wealthy victims and an outfit of her own that she didn’t even have to pay for was tempting indeed.

Too bad she knew pirates like him didn’t do anything for free.

Ignoring the overwhelming heat of his proximity and her natural greed, hazelnut eyes met his hooded gaze suspiciously. “What’s your real game here, Law?”

To his credit, his lazy grin didn’t falter. “Maybe I just think it’ll be amusing to watch you force yourself to shower me with love and adoration all night.”

Nami didn’t buy it for a second. Beneath the sharp scent of soap and antiseptic, she could smell a con. “And who, exactly, owns the house we’ll be infiltrating?”

The confident expression finally slid off his face. “Baron Harpin Gerald, former Head of Intelligence for the Navy.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“He’s over 70 years old—far past his prime.”

“Whitebeard was 72 and still considered the Strongest Man in the World! Garp’s even older and he can throw cannonballs like baseballs! And do you really think a couple of pirates won’t be recognized at a former Marine bigwig’s gala? Especially one of the fucking Supernova?!” she shouted, trying to pull away for the certified madman who’d managed to rope her into service.

Not budging or releasing his hold on the slippery thief, he stated, “Lucky that it’s a masquerade ball, then. A good mask, some temporary hair dye, and no one will suspect a thing. Besides, no pirate would be brazen enough to walk right into the lion’s den.”

“You mean stupid enough.”

“And here I thought you’d enjoy making a little extra cash.”

“I like staying out of jail more. Besides, I’ve seen what your powers can do; you don’t even need to attend the party!”

Gold eyes narrowed in annoyance, though she got the sense it wasn’t fully at her. “On that scale, everyone with eyes will notice a mysterious blue bubble springing up out of nowhere, and someone is sure to raise the alarm,” he countered. “The other problem is that the safe is made out of Seastone—that means my powers are useless, and even touching the damn thing weakens me. So, I need a more traditional thief by my side as back-up.”

Realization hit her like Luffy’s Gum-Gum Bazooka. “You’ve tried to rob him before, haven’t you?”

“Once, about six months ago. Far from a success, though at least the injuries were minimal and he never found out who got past his defenses.”

She frowned. Now it definitely made sense why he wanted to infiltrate the masquerade, but she was still skeptical. “How do you even plan to get us in? If this party’s as fancy as you say, there’ll be a guest list, invitations, at the very list some kind of ID check at the entrance to keep the riffraff out.”

Law reached into his jean pocket, drawing out a shiny, embossed invitation. “Then it’s a good thing Dr. Goodheart Adrian M.D. and his plus-one have already RSVP’d.”

“You really think they’ll fall for a fake invitation?”

“I sent Uni ahead to switch out the guest list with an updated version. Bribed a servant to let him take his place. He sent me a message this morning that he was successful, so we’re in.”

“Like anyone would believe you’re a real doctor.”

“I am a real doctor—I wouldn’t have been able to save Mugiwara’s life if I weren’t,” he said pointedly.

Nami winced. There was that painful reminder of exactly how much she owed this man and that, whether she liked it or not, she was obligated to follow his orders for the sake of their deal. The whole plan sounded absolutely insane, but it was still a plan—far more than she was used to on her own crew.

And she really needed the money. Not just for shopping; being so poor again brought back too many painful memories of her childhood, of being poor and watching Bellemere eat nothing but mikans so her kids would have enough to eat. Of putting aside the majority of her haul after every job, counting down the days until she’d have enough to buy back her village. Of watching those shady Marines destroy the mikan grove, hauling away her stash so Arlong could keep her forever. Treasure was more than just shiny coins and cute outfits to her—it was a safety net, something she clung to as tightly as a child might a security blanket.

Money could keep monsters at bay, and now that she was stuck on a ship with the Surgeon of Death, that fact was more prominent than ever.

So as much as she wanted to refuse and wipe that smug glint from his eye, she knew he had her backed into a corner, where the most she could do was give in gracefully.

At long last, she sighed, “My dress better have pockets.”

XXX

Though she generally preferred casual clothes, Nami appreciated expensive things, and the gown Law had gotten her definitely screamed “money.” The gold satin overdress, embossed with darker gold leopard spots, draped over her curves magnificently, cinching tightly at the waist with a black and gold belt; the bottom had an under layer of stiff interfacing, allowing it to flare out like a ballgown without the need for tulle or petticoats while concealing a daring slit where she could slip her ill-gotten goods into the many hidden interior pockets or expose the pale flesh of her leg as a distraction. The plunging neckline was nearly to her sternum, and the long, billowing sleeves hid her signature tattoo. It was more like an extremely fancy robe in its design, and underneath was a skintight, black, spaghetti-strap bodysuit much better for sneaking around in, her Clima-Tact strapped to her thigh. A string of pearls and matching earrings completed the look—it wasn’t quite as fancy as what she was sure other women would be wearing, but it was what she had, and it was less conspicuous than going unadorned. If she were lucky, maybe she’d have the opportunity to swipe something better off a drunk heiress.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” the Cat Thief grumbled as she carefully applied eyeliner. A long, dark purple wig covered her orange hair, the loose, elegant curls pinned away from her face with a few barrettes inlaid with pearls, letting the rest cascade down her back like a midnight waterfall. Ikkaku had given her permission to use as much of her makeup as needed, and with a bit of contouring and highlighter, Nami could hardly recognize herself.

“I can,” the engineer chimed from her bed where she’d been studying the mansion’s blueprints. She and the rest of the crew were tasked with causing a number of diversions throughout the island that would draw away the guards and authorities, giving the pair inside the perfect opportunity to sneak away to the study. “He made you an offer you couldn’t refuse. Honestly, I’m kind of jealous.”

“What, you want to be Law’s girlfriend for the night? Because I’m willing to trade.”

“Hell no—last time we tried that cover, I couldn’t keep a straight face. Nearly tanked the whole plan. But it’s cute how far he’s willing to go to get you on his side. It’s even funnier that you pretend you don’t like it.”

Nami snorted, brushing on some mascara, pleased with how sultry the fanned-out lashes made her almond eyes. “I don’t like it. He’s a creep, and Luffy’s rival, and I’m still waiting for the day I wake up on his operating table, heart and liver and kidneys on display and ready for sale. Or for him to sell me wholesale to the highest bidder.”

Shaking her head, Ikkaku replied matter-of-factly, “He wouldn’t do that to you unless you really tried to fuck us over. Like, there was one guy who joined up not long after me who tried to sell Bepo to some slavers—Minks go for a lot at auctions. Captain’s not usually one for cold-blooded torture, but he made that bastard suffer. Last we saw him, the guy was in pieces being shipped off to separate corners of the four Blues.”

She shuddered at the image, though she couldn’t bring herself to fault his reaction. The more she got to know Bepo, the more she wanted to protect him, too, and from what she’d gathered, the bear was one of Law’s oldest and closest friends. “Now that I believe, but are you seriously not afraid of him? You’ve seen what he can do, and while he’s not as bad as I thought, you can’t tell me all of his reputation’s government propaganda.”

“Why would I be? Even if he was as ruthless as the papers say, Captain Law takes care of his crew. Plus, I’m indispensable around here, and I grew up with four older brothers, so I know a thing or two about how many buttons I can push before I’m in any real trouble.” She smirked, as if she’d just discovered a big secret. “You’re not scared because you think he’ll actually slice you up—otherwise, you wouldn’t backtalk him so much. What you’re really afraid of is the fact that you’re not at the top of the food chain anymore.”

It gutted her that her friend wasn’t wrong. Though Luffy was captain, from the get-go Nami had basically been the one who ran the ship, bending the others to her will with either her feminine wiles or her fists. And while she certainly had most of the Heart Pirates wrapped around her finger, she didn’t like that Law had real power and authority over her while her usual threats and tactics had minimal effect on the cool captain. “It’s far from the only reason, but yeah, it doesn’t help. Don’t get me wrong—you’ve all been super nice and accommodating—but I’m not exactly a trusting person. And Law’s way more…I guess intimidating is the best word to use, than Luffy ever was. So I’m not going to be joining the guy’s fan club anytime soon.”

“Fair, but just give Captain a chance, yeah? He might surprise you.”

Before she could argue that she wanted absolutely no surprises from the Surgeon of Death, there was a knock at the door, the raps against the metal quick and precise.

“Seems someone’s here to pick you up for your date,” Ikkaku sing-songed.

Hazel eyes glared at her bunkmate as she got up to answer the door. “It’s not a date, and if you call it that again, you’re gonna find out why exactly why I’m Head Bitch in Charge on the Sunny.”

Steeling herself, Nami smoothed down the stiff fabric of her gown, determined to treat this night with the same level of professionalism Law used in the infirmary. A few hours of acting, looking pretty, and sneaking around, and then she could plan her next shopping spree. And despite his arrogance and innuendos, she was sure Law would take this just as seriously—after all, it was his plan, and the payout affected the whole crew. He knew what he was doing, and with the amount of thought and care he put into crafting this elaborate scheme, there was no way he’d risk it by pushing her buttons. Perhaps the night wouldn’t be a total disaster.

Those reassuring thoughts flew out the window into the ocean depths to probably be eaten by a sea king the moment she opened the door.

“Please tell me that’s not your disguise.”

Looking down at himself, the Dark Doctor’s brow furrowed. “I see nothing wrong with it.” Admittedly, he looked good; midnight blue hair, including his goatee and sideburns, was dyed black, and he’d put in grey contacts to cover the distinctive gold. His suit was sleek black satin, the knee-length, high-collared coat cutting a rather dashing figure. The vest was black and gold brocade, shiny gold buttons and matching watch chain adding a little extra flare. In his hand was a polished mahogany cane with a silver handle shaped like a bird’s skull, and Nami wondered if it was secretly a sword like Brook’s.

Yes, she could admit Law looked very handsome, but it was a shit disguise. For god’s sake, he was still wearing his hat!

“You think some colored contacts and dying your hair is enough to fool people?” she said, exasperated. “You’re a Supernova; your wanted poster’s one of the most recognizable this side of the Grand Line. You didn’t even bother to cover up your tattoos!” she shrieked, pointing at his hands.

He seemed genuinely surprised at her criticism. “You think I should wear gloves, then?”

Nami could have screamed. She’d expect that kind of answer from Zoro or Luffy, not a man who prided himself on his intelligence. Grabbing his arm, she dragged him into the room, pushing him down into the chair by the mirror and snatching off his hat, tossing it onto her pillow. His lanky figure looked almost comical in the too-small seat, long legs sticking out awkwardly. “Stay there. You’re going to wear gloves, but if you need to take them off for some reason, we want those things covered.” Squeezing out some foundation into her palm, she mixed it with some bronzer until the shade matched his skin tone. “Hold out your hands.”

“I don’t care for being ordered around, Nami-ya,” he growled in warning. “Keep it up, and you’ll regret it.”

“Well, I don’t like the idea of getting caught and thrown in jail because you didn’t think the Marines would be suspicious of a guy with DEATH tattooed on his fingers.”

Though he didn’t look happy, he conceded her point, hands steady and still as she applied the makeshift concealer. Definitely the hands of a surgeon, she thought, admiring his natural control. It was comparable to her own when she picked a lock or drew a map; not so much as a tremor, even when under intense scrutiny. Pleased that the black ink was sufficiently covered, she quickly spritzed on some setting spray and finishing powder, hoping the foundation wouldn’t rub off inside the gloves.

Inspecting his face, she then tilted the captain’s chin up, dabbing some concealer under his eyes.

“The fuck are you doing, woman?” he snapped, jerking his head back as if she’d slapped him.

“Covering up those massive bags under your eyes.”

“The hands were one thing, but I’m not letting you put makeup on my face. Besides, I like the world knowing that I’m tired of its shit and ready to kill at any moment.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s totally the mindset of a respectable, non-pirate doctor,” she sassed, jutting out her hip in annoyance. “It’s not like I’m turning you into a drag queen; just covering up some of your more recognizable flaws.”

His brow twitched at the insult. “I’ll be wearing a mask, so why does it matter?”

“You can still see under your eyes, and they might make you take off the mask at check-in. Are you really willing to risk your ‘perfect’ plan because your fragile male ego can’t handle a little cover-up?”

“Oh, just listen to her, Captain,” Ikkaku chimed from her bunk, the Cheshire cat grin on her face declaring to them both that she was mostly getting involved for her own amusement. “Nami’s the infiltration expert here, and you’re the one who insisted she come with you. Just suck it up.”

“You’re fired,” he snapped, pointing at her sternly as he once more dodged Nami’s attempt to dab him with the sponge.

“You’ve fired me six times since I joined, and I’ll tell you the same thing I always do—get rid of me, and Shachi’s the most qualified person to touch up your tattoos. You want that?”

Law shuddered. “Fine, you’re not fired, but you’re on kitchen duty for a month.”

“Eh, fair enough. Now be a good boy and let Nami tart you up.”

His glare could have melted steel, but he stopped resisting as the navigator carefully covered up the proof of his insomnia. Nami had to admit, she was impressed; Ikkaku hadn’t been kidding when she said she had no fear of the Surgeon of Death. It was also nice to see someone else backtalk him, as most of the time the Heart Pirates seemed to worship the very ground he walked on. It made her feel less like the enemy.

As the dark circles disappeared, she had to admit, she kind of missed them. Even though they could make her tired just by looking at them, they were distinctive and a major part of his normal appearance, and he just looked so different without them. Younger, maybe, and less mysterious.

Normal. Boring. Just…not Law.

Sensing her scrutiny, he raised a dark eyebrow. “Something on my face, Nami-ya? I mean, besides the makeup.”

Suppressing a blush at having been caught, she replied, “Just trying to figure out if you need any highlighter or lipstick. I’ve got a lovely flamingo pink—”

“Try it and Mugiwara-ya will have to find a new navigator,” he snarled, the hard look in his eye and the openness of the threat sending a shiver down the spines of both women.

Not willing to risk her life just to embarrass a man, Nami backed away, hands raised in surrender. Relieved that he wouldn’t be subjected to any more of her powders or creams, Law inspected himself in the mirror, lips twisted in a grimace as he studied the difference it made to his face. Nami couldn’t tell if he was more annoyed at the indignity of it all or the fact that she’d clearly been right, but grey eyes flicked to his messy black hair.

“I guess the hat did clash with my outfit, huh?”

“To say the least.”

Without a word, he grabbed her hairbrush and began combing it back into something a bit neater and more respectable, even as Nami groused, “Don’t use my things without asking.”

“Fine. May I use your brush?” he asked, not even glancing at her as he kept brushing.

“No, you may not,” she snapped petulantly.

“Oh, dear. Whatever shall I do, then?” he chuckled, tossing it back on the vanity, smirking at her grinding teeth. His mood was infinitely improved now that he was back in control, and while Nami appreciated not having to worry about being dismembered, a minute part of her wished he’d go back to sulking. “Best get that anger out now, Nami-ya. Once we’re on the island, it’s all smiles.”

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

Getting out of the chair, he smirked down at her, pleased to once more have the height advantage so he could both figuratively and literally look down on the Straw Hat thief. “No, I’m enjoying this. What I’ll love is watching you try to keep that cute little temper of yours in check while we’re in public.”

“Asshole.”

“Only for you, sweetheart.”

A small vein throbbed on her temple. “Call me sweetheart again and there won’t be enough makeup on the Grand Line to cover up the bruises I’ll give you.”

“What an abusive girlfriend I have. I hope you at least kiss them better.”

“You wish. And if you’re going to be this much of an absolute prick all night, I’m charging you ten million belli per hour.”

“You want me to pay you to be my date? I wasn’t aware prostitution was part of your repertoire.”

“Congratulations; it’s now fifteen million.”

Ikkaku eagerly watched their back-and-forth like a particularly intense tennis match, grinning the whole time.

She didn’t feel particularly sorry for her captain or her roommate; both knew what they were getting into, provoking the other like that. No, she pitied the poor party guests, who had no idea what kind of unholy terror they were about to face.

Ah, to be a fly on the wall.

XXX

Tokken Island was one of the lushest and most beautiful little islands on the Grand Line, but the majority of the land was owned by Baron Harpin, forcing the port town to desperately cling to a jagged shard of the coastline while his enormous mansion and manicured grounds dominated the rest. Luckily, there were plenty of rocky outcrops and sea caves ideal for hiding the Polar Tang, and after teleporting his crew into position, the well-dressed pair made their way through the town.

“And why couldn’t you have Shambled us there or whatever it is?” Nami groused as she nearly stumbled for the third time. She was an expert at maneuvering in high heels, but that didn’t mean she was immune to the inherent dangers of cobblestone streets, especially ones so torn up.

Law chuckled as she finally accepted his proffered arm for support. The stubborn woman had refused to endure and physical contact with him until absolutely necessary, but it seemed the threat of a broken ankle before they could even get to the mansion had finally won her over. “My abilities take a lot of energy, and I’d rather save it in case we need to make a quick escape. Besides, I don’t want people getting suspicious if we pop up out of nowhere.”

She grumbled under her breath that he was probably doing it just to annoy her, even if, logically, he had a point. Wrapping her arm around his bicep for balance, she was finally able to turn her attention from the uneven road to the state of the town itself. Only about half the lanterns were lit, and what illumination they did give didn’t paint a very pretty picture.

The houses were run-down, roofs thatched haphazardly and some windowpanes packed with paper or rags instead of glass. The shops weren’t much better off, the display windows showing off rough-looking fishing supplies, underripe fruit, and cheap clothing. Only a few people were out, most looking worn-out or underfed, and those that didn’t stare at the pair of well-dressed pirates with envy watched them with hunger.

“If the Baron’s so wealthy, why’s the town in such a sorry state?” she wondered aloud. “I mean, just setting up this gala should have brought plenty of business to the port. Docking fees, restocking supplies, even sailors picking up cheap souvenirs—”

“There’s a private dock on the mansions’ grounds that he uses for deliveries and the like,” Law answered, barely sparing a glance at a skinny woman hoarsely calling out to passersbys, a basket of small trinkets thrust out towards them. “None of his business comes to the town—plus, he owns most of the farmland, so any crops are considered his property. All that’s really left is fishing, and the guy’s notorious for hating seafood, meaning these folks are shit out of luck.”

Biting her lip, Nami looked towards the woman again, freezing as a small child, yellow hair tied in twin pigtails down her shoulders, poked her head out from behind her frayed skirts. The little girl looked marginally less skinny than her mother, and without even thinking, the thief broke away from Law to inspect the woman’s wares. It appeared to be mostly jewelry—nothing particularly fancy but in the warm light of a nearby streetlamp she could tell it had been carefully made with decent materials.

“What are you doing?” Law hissed, looking around to make sure they weren’t drawing too much attention—most of the Baron’s guests wouldn’t lower themselves to pass through the slums like this, but he’d didn’t want to take any chances. That, and he wasn’t entirely sure there weren’t villagers desperate enough to try and mug them. He’d rather avoid a fight this early in the evening, and he didn’t want to get his nice, new suit dirty.

Ignoring him, she picked up a simple gold chain with a pendant made of four gemstones. They were beautifully polished, the marquise-cut purple tourmaline the color of the sky at sunrise. Their arrangement was reminiscent of Polaris, or perhaps the compass on her maps. “This is lovely,” she commented. “Is it locally made, or imported?”

The woman hastily explained, “My husband was once the Baron’s personal jeweler. He made beautiful pieces, but they were too simple for the Baron’s tastes. He wanted to impress lady callers, and demanded gaudier jewelry without providing the proper materials,” she said sourly. “My husband got sacked, and I’ve been trying to sell these off for a while. The necklace is 6000 belli on its own, or you can make me an offer for the set?” she said hopefully, indicating the matching ring and earrings in the worn basket, their delicate star designs winking in the dim light.

Immediately Nami could tell this woman hadn’t had any luck for a long time. The quality of the gems alone showed she was drastically underpricing the pieces. It was doubtful anyone in town could afford luxuries like jewelry, and if the Baron monopolized all the outside business at his own port, she probably never even saw other potential clientele. She was probably only even trying her luck now out of desperation. After all, you can’t eat gold, and with a small child to care for, any amount of belli would do.

“It would look really pretty on you,” the little girl murmured politely, large, purple eyes watching her in wonderment. Nami was certain she was the closest thing to a princess the child had ever seen, dressed in finery and on her way to an exclusive party at the glorious mansion on the hill. A real-life Cinderella, something out of a fairy tale she’d use to comfort herself on cold, hungry nights.

Nami had certainly been in those shoes, long ago, and she’d never been able to turn her back on a child in need. Her eyes were even the same color as the tourmaline in the basket.

Well, damn, she thought with a rueful smile. Poor kid could use a fairy godmother. Or at least a Cat Thief.

Pulling a black leather wallet out of her cleavage, she said, “I’ll take the set. How does 30,000 belli sound?”

Law’s jaw dropped as his eyes widened in recognition, immediately patting his pockets to confirm his suspicions. Coming up empty, he glared bitterly when the saleswoman replied, “Tha-that’d be perfectly fine!”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Law grumbled as Nami pulled out some bills, handing them over with all the care of a woman who was fine spending money that wasn’t hers.

The thief matched his glare, tossing him the wallet. “What kind of boyfriend wouldn’t lavish his lover with jewelry?” she huffed, giving the child staring at her with blatant adoration a conspiratorial wink.

“What kind of girlfriend pickpockets her lover’s wallet?” he countered, checking the contents to make sure he was only out 30,000 belli. Satisfied that the rest of his cash was safely in place, he glanced at the little girl, his scowl faltering as his eyes fell on the awestruck face of the little girl. Quickly, his gaze darted back up to the woman who wronged him, glaring like a basilisk.

Fluttering her eyelashes, Nami replied, “The kind who knows just how generous her lover is,” she quipped before turning back to the jewelry seller to collect her purchase. For a moment, a pair of gold barrettes inlaid with clear stones—possibly diamonds, again in the marquise cut—caught her eye, but she knew better than to swipe Law’s wallet twice in one night. So, reluctantly, she only took her purchase, patting the little girl on the head in farewell. When the kid bobbed a curtsy in response, Nami couldn’t hold back her giggle, returning the gesture.

That kid’s going to have one hell of a story to tell her friends tomorrow, she thought cheerfully, jogging slightly to catch up with Law, who’d been less than the image of a handsome prince by storming off up the road without her.

Joining her date, she rolled her eyes in exasperation at the dark scowl on his face. Even without his hat, his black bangs cast ominous shadows over his eyes. He was walking even faster now, and she had to work to keep up with his long strides. It was petty, petulant revenge against the woman who had dared to get the better of him. “Are you mad that I took your wallet, or that you didn’t even notice?” she taunted lightly.

Even from the corner of his eye, his hawk-like glare made goosebumps rise across her shoulders. “I’m mad because you wasted our time and my money,” he snapped. “I already bought you your dress, mask, and wig. My ‘generosity,’ as you put it, has its limits.”

“I’ll pay you back,” she ground out, refusing to feel guilty for her actions. That little girl’s smile had been well worth the price of Law’s irritation, but she also knew she had to appease his anger if they were going to pull off their grand scheme. When he scoffed, she added reluctantly, “With interest.”

“Why’d you even bother?” he asked, indicating the jewels in her hand.

Pulling him to a stop under one of the streetlights, Nami switched her original earrings out for the bejeweled ones. “It’s for the cover. I’m supposed to be a rich doctor’s arm-candy, and my boring pearls would have looked way too simple, especially with this dress. With these, I’ll blend in better.”

“You could have just stolen them.”

She frowned at him, genuinely offended. “I steal from pirates and rich idiots who can afford it. Did you see that woman? I’d bet all the treasure on the Sunny that any money she got went to feeding her kid. I’m not going to even haggle with someone in that kind of situation.” A soft, sad smile graced her lips. “My mother did that. Claimed she was on a diet when she really couldn’t afford to feed all three of us.”

There was a moment of silence as she turned away from him, hoping to collect herself before she started bawling at the memory of Bellemere’s sacrifices. Silently, she thanked her adopted mother, willing back the stinging sensation of tears forming behind her eyes. Ruining her makeup before they even arrived at the gala would do them no good. Besides, Law would probably have some kind of smart-ass comment about it.

The refusal to let her temporary captain see her so weak, she brushed away her sadness to focus on her new jewelry. Slipping on the ring, she admired how it gleamed under the warm lamplight. It was a tad too big, fitting most comfortably on her middle finger, but she found the style suited her. She might even wear the set on a night out sometime; maybe to celebrate tonight’s success. Assuming the plan didn’t go to shit, that is.

She jumped when he finally responded, “I hate to say it, but that does look good on you.” When she turned her head, she couldn’t fight the sudden blush that spread across her cheeks. Worryingly, she couldn’t tell if it was due to his sudden, intimate proximity or the small, appreciative smile lifting his lips. Such an expression seemed too gentle for the famed Supernova, and yet she found she rather liked the way it softened and relaxed his features. “You’re surprisingly soft-hearted for a pirate, though.”

“Shut up,” she grumbled, struggling to maneuver the tiny clasp through her thick wig. Suddenly having so much hair was a real pain, and she wondered how she’d ever manage if she grew her own hair out. Short was more practical, after all, and looked cute on her to boot.

“Here, let me help,” his smooth voice whispered in her ear, and she felt her curls carefully gathered to rest over her shoulder. Nimbly, he took the necklace and fastened it securely around her neck. Tingles ran down her spine as the smooth leather of his black gloves brushed her bare skin, and the whole thing felt strangely intimate. Turning her around, Law studied his date. The pendant rested just above the dip of her bountiful cleavage, sparkling invitingly. “I’m pretty sure it’s still too simple for this crowd, but it works better than the pearls.”

Her reply was cut off by the curls she’d pinned up tumbling into her face, only to be swept back into place, secured by his deft fingers. He cupped her chin, appraising his work before nodding. Suspicious, because Trafalgar Law’s approval was never a good thing in her mind, she reached up to touch her hair, russet eyes widening when she felt gemstones instead of pearls. Head snapping back to look at the mother and daughter, her jaw dropped when she saw the little girl holding a wad of bills, beaming even more brilliantly than before while the saleswoman looked close to tears.

Turning to her partner in crime for the night, Law responded with a nonchalant shrug, though she could see his grey eyes soften as they lingered on the child excitedly waving back at them. “The pearl clips didn’t match the rest, and if we’re going to pull this off, we’d best go all-out. Plus, that cash’ll ensure their silence should they be questioned by the authorities later. I’d rather your kindness not get us identified.”

It was all very logical and well-thought-out and total bullshit. Nami had to smile as she once again took his arm, matching his easy gait as they made their way up towards the mansion. “Right. Because I’m the soft-hearted one.”

“You’re paying me back for those, too, by the way,” he quipped, smirking at her annoyed growl.

Before she could argue, he halted; the brilliant lights of the mansion were in sight, and small groups of well-dressed guests were gathering at the ornate front gate. It was time to stop being Cat Thief Nami and the Surgeon of Death Trafalgar Law, bickering pirates, and become a loving couple. Gently as a forest stream, Nami adjusted her body language, leaning comfortably against her partner, hand clutching his bicep possessively, face switching from a seething scowl to the deliriously happy grin of a woman pathetically enamored with her companion.

For his part, Law seemed to morph into his role just as fluidly, posture straightening into something more refined, his smile relaxed and charming; perfectly playing the part of a man who knew he was smart, good-looking, successful, and could easily use all that to get a woman as beautiful as the one on his arm.

Inside, Nami groused that he had the way easier acting job.

As they made their way up the mansion’s long, winding front path, crushing artfully sprinkled rose petals beneath their feet, Law slipped on a raven mask, the sharp beak curving over his nose and the shiny black feathers fanning out like little spikes over his cheeks and forehead. Nami was grateful she’d covered up his dark circles—the eye holes were definitely wide enough where they would have been distinctly visible.

In contrast, her mask was modeled after a cat, the color and leopard spots mimicking her gown perfectly. It flawlessly concealed the upper half of her face, while the large eyeholes showed off her beautiful eyes and wouldn’t block her sightline too badly.

Approaching the doorman, Law handed over their invitation, smirking when the servant checked it against the guest list before nodding, ushering them both inside. Another servant led them down an extravagantly decorated front hallway. The doctor hadn’t been kidding when he’d said the Baron was an art collector with expensive tastes; masterpieces in gold frames hung along the walls, marble statues and painted porcelain vases were displayed on opulent pedestals, and even the crimson rug beneath their feet was luxuriously soft.

Nami had to briefly bury her head against Law’s shoulder to hide the belli signs that sparkled in her eyes.

Eventually, they reached the ballroom, and as they waited to be announced, Law affectionately brushed his lips across her hair. “Ready for some fun?” he murmured, his tone affectionate but the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips screamed of devilish intentions.

She mirrored his smile and tone, eager to line her pockets and relish in luxury for a while before the real job began. “Absolutely.”

As the ballroom doors opened, the servant next to them announced them to their fellow guests.

“Presenting Dr. Goodheart Adrian and his escort, Ms. Chaton Bellemere!”

#lawna #lawxnami #namixlaw #nami x law #law x nami #trafalgar law x nami #trafalgar D. Water Law #nami #one piece nami #op nami #op law #Fic: Welcome to the Heart Pirates #masqurade #One Piece Fanfiction #one piece #op fanfic #trafalgar law #cat burglar nami #cat thief nami #straw hat nami #heart pirate nami #dr. heartstealer #heart pirates #ikkaku one piece #one piece ikkaku #fanfiction #post-marineford

[asoiafdrabbles]

III.30

Robert visits Winterfell instead of Lannisport after the Greyjoy Rebellion and Jon comes to his attention. 

Jon & the Baratheons (Lyanna Lived AU)

The king. That was the king.

Jon wiped furiously at the tears on his face, ducking his head and mumbling something like a polite greeting. The king was quiet for a moment, before letting out a great sigh and sitting down on the log beside Jon, making it tilt a little from his great size.

"I was never much for the pomp, either." The king's voice was soft, and kind, lacking the mocking laughter he'd heard at the feast the night before.

"My king?" Jon's voice was small and he tried to remind himself he was a wolf, not some prey animal, but he knew he wasn't really--he was just a bastard.

"I didn't meet your father until he was a little older than you, you know, but you remind me so much of him. The first few weeks in the Eyrie, I waited for him to breakdown in tears. He was a little thing, and so far away from home, and so obviously foreign. But it took way more than homesickness for that."

The king placed his hand on Jon's head and he finally dared to look up at him. There was no cruelty on his face, only a sort of soft understanding.

"It's hard, not having parents like others do. I lost mine when I was older, but I never stopped feeling that loss. And my younger brothers...well, I could always tell they needed our father, our mother. I wasn't much of a replacement."

Inside, his half-siblings must still be going about their lives, not noticing Jon was missing. And the Queen, he thought, might be the same. She'd disliked her husband so obviously that Jon wondered how they even managed to be in the same room.

"Why hasn't Ned fostered you out?"

"I...I don't know, your grace."

King Robert nodded, eyes narrowing. "He's been paranoid about going South of the Neck, since...everything. But there's got to be plenty of Northern Houses who would want even his bastard in their halls."

Not sure how to respond, Jon mumbled something about asking his father, but the king shook his head.

"No, no sense with that, now." And then the king was grinning down at Jon with such force that Jon could not help but give a tentative smile back. "My brother's running some den of sin down in our family's home, he could use some Stark influence."

Jon wasn't quite sure this was going to be better than being abandoned in Winterfell.

****

Jon had his first kiss at twelve. The boy was thirteen, visiting with his own lord, and pretty enough. Not as pretty as Loras, but Jon knew comparing all boys to Loras was foolish.

In Storm's End, Jon didn't kiss a girl for another year, a lady from a minor house who didn't even seem to care he was a bastard, just that he was favored by the king and Renly. She admitted she hadn't even thought he'd like girls, considering, and Jon had stumbled over an explanation that he, in fact, liked everyone.

He wasn't sure how much he actually helped Lord Renly, as the king had wanted, but he did think he did something. Renly was amused by him, most of the time, but kept him around. And as Jon got older, he even listened to his advice, sometimes.

It was Jon who ended up doing half of Renly's work for the Small Council, even coming into the meetings and sitting at a chair along the wall of the room, watching over Renly's shoulder. The first time the king actually bothered showing up, he took one look at Jon and made everyone shift around so he could put a chair there, right next to the king.

King's Landing was also where he met the other Baratheon brother, the last one. Lord Stannis was derided by both his brothers, but Jon had started out determined to like him. He knew what it was like to be a serious middle child, after all.

While doing Renly's work, he ended up working with Stannis more often than not, and the two of them did work well together. They were both comfortable with silence in a way Renly would never be and neither of them drank alcohol (Jon had learned early on that keeping a level head at Storm's End was important).

It was Jon who found something suspicious with Lord Baelish's work as Master of Coin and it was Jon who was eventually appointed to that position, newly knighted and all of sixteen, when King Robert finally executed Littlefinger for his plots.

****

What a Lannister was doing asking for an audience in the throne room, when she had more than enough influence to see the king in his solar, had Jon immediately suspicious. Whatever this was, it was something she wanted public.

"My king, I've found out something quite...shocking. Information that has been kept from you."

Cersei simpered and curtseyed, but even the least observant of the lords and ladies present could surely tell she was up to something. And the way her eyes locked on the Queen's, the fierceness that flashed through them, had Jon dropping his hand to his sword, looking around in worry. The two had always hated each other, Cersei both because she wanted to be Queen and because she despised that Lyanna didn't want to be, but was.

She handed over two scrolls and a journal to Lord Arryn, who took them and walked back over to Robert. "It seems that a great deception has taken place against you, King Robert. Perpetrated by those you thought you could trust the most." Her smile was a lion's with a mouthful of gazelle.

Queen Lyanna was tense and looking around, as if for an escape route. She knew, Jon realized. Whatever Cersei meant to reveal, Lyanna already knew. He couldn't imagine her ever betraying Robert, not because she had any great affection for him, but because Ned did.

"Prince Rhaegar took a second wife before his death." The air seemed to leave the room at the very mention of the Last Dragon's name, Robert's face growing red with remembered rage. "And she bore him a son."

Suddenly, Cersei's green eyes were on him and that look was for him. "Jon Snow is neither a bastard nor Eddard Stark's son."

So many things happened at once that Jon could barely keep track of in his shock, his grief. The Queen shouted and Robert shouted back, having guards grab her arms to keep her in place. The lords and knights around Jon backed up, too cautious to get in the way of whatever was coming for him. And he...he just stood there, dumbly.

Had his mother truly been here all this time? Ignoring him as her husband doted on him? Pretending he was a boring ornament at court?

Robert roared with anger still and Jon tensed, eyes wide to keep his tears of shock from falling. He was going to die. Perhaps Robert would even grab his hammer and come do it himself, as he had to Rhaegar...to Jon's father.

And then Renly was stepping up beside him, hand on the hilt of his sword, looking regal and, for once, serious. Ser Beric and Brienne, and even Loras, fell into place behind him, and other Stormland lords, though Jon could not risk looking that far.

Stannis was only a few moments behind, coming up on Jon's other side. For once, his lords seemed eager to support him, to defend the last living Targaryen in Westeros.

"Whatever you're planning on doing, brother, I will not let harm befall Ser Jon because of something he had no say over." Renly's voice rang clear through the hall, Robert freezing in place on the dais. "He's been nothing but loyal to our family, knowing he is our cousin should not change anything."

He looked between his brothers, then at Jon, and his anger seemed to leave him in a great wave. "Harm? I'm not going to harm him, you fools!"

Jon felt like he might collapse from relief.

Robert took a deep breath, as if it could possibly calm the Demon of the Trident, then glanced around at the chaos of the court. "...Lyanna Stark has committed treason against the crown," he said, finally, his hands opening and closing at his sides like he wished he could solve this all with violence. "She is to be confined in the Maidenvault pending a trial. Lord...Lord Eddard Stark will be recalled to King's Landing for...for the same."

Others might not realize how broken Robert looked at that moment, but Jon had seen him in all states over the years, and he knew. When their eyes met, he felt as though this, too, was another connection for them. Betrayed by those they loved most.

"Ser Jon will not be punished for the crimes of his parents. He will continue to serve on my Small Council. Which will discuss what...what measures to take, for our...cousin."

Stannis hand was a steadying presence on Jon's shoulder and Renly was pressed close to his side. Still, he felt as though he might fall over as he gave a grateful bow before being led away.

Notes: For this, Lyanna is Queen and was forced into marrying Robert and resents him. Ned took Jon and raised him as his bastard and Lyanna resents that, too, and also how close Jon grows to Robert and the other Baratheons.In the end I imagine Jon marries Shireen to unite their claims (and because he's one of the few men Stannis could trust with her) and they eventually take the throne.

#character: jon snow #character: robert baratheon #character: renly baratheon #character: stannis baratheon #verse: timeline tweaks #character: cersei lannister #theme: parentage reveal #theme: found family #ship: stannis & jon #ship: robert & jon #ship: renly & jon #verse: survived the rebellion

[taesbetch]

02 | Den Of Hybrids

Pairing: BTS  x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: Taking care of six hybrids can be a pain in the ass but when a stray needs y/ns help, y/n brings him home to his new family. Follow Y/n as she tries to help Taehyung (The new hybrid in town) fit in and continue to keep the other six alive along with other troubles that life brings.

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As the hybrids gathered in the lounge to watch re-runs of keeping up with the Kardashians a letter that sat on the counter caught your eye. Its electric blue envelope sent shivers down your spine, the design of it bring back memories of someone you would rather forget.

As you picked it up, the laughs of the hybrids halted as they sensed the change in your demeanour. Reading the letter, you stomach filled with dread. The news the letter presented made you want to vomit in horror.

“what’s wrong?” Namjoon asked worriedly as the seven boys waited for you to explain. Turning around to them you let out a huff of frustration.  

“Aunt May is coming over”

--

“Let's just pack up and move” Yoongi suggested as his face showed the disdain that the words aunt may brought.

“aunt may?” taehyung asked in confusion as jungkook whined, clearly upset that she was coming to town. The group's mood was a mixture of sadness and dread, taehyung couldn’t understand what was so bad about the aunt may that had the whole rooms mood dropped in 0.2 seconds.

“She’s y/ns grandmothers’ sister” Namjoon explained to taehyung as he ran a hand through his hair.

“More like the devil! That woman has never had a good intention in her life since y/ns parents passed away she’s been acting like a guardian but all she really wants is the fortune. Old hag” jin exclaimed, his face going red from not taking a breath of air.  

“when is she coming?” hoseok asked.

You scanned the piece of paper again, knowing you saw a date somewhere.

“she’s here in three days” You groaned. You had planned the next three days to a T, you were both busy with your book writing and running your businesses, not to mention the new addition to your crew; you didn’t have the energy for this woman.

“Can’t you just tell her we died in a car crash, so she won’t come to visit us anymore?” Yoongi whined as he folded his arms over his chest. You looked at the group with sympathetic eyes. Your aunt was always so rude to the hybrids, she has been a loud advocate when it came to disapproving getting hybrids. Never once had a nice word came out of that woman's mouth.

“well…anyway, we have a doctor’s appointment to-“ you started but couldn’t finish due the synchronised groaning from the boys.

“looks like this week is going to be a long one” You laughed the boys sighed, the mood grumpy and full of dread.

--

Night time fell and as the boys ate dinner you sat in your room finishing up on some work.

“y-y/n”

You looked up and smiled at your eldest bunny, a plate of food in his hand and a soft blush on his cheeks.

“jimin” You smiled as you pushed your laptop to the side, letting jimin sit in front of you “thank you for bringing my dinner” you finished as he placed it on your bedside table.

“of course!” he chirped his ears perked up excitedly.

“How are you doing? Are you feeling a little more comfortable?” you asked as he sat down, his sleeves pulled over his hands as he nervously looked you in the eyes.

He nodded happily his eyes watering a little which instantly had you worried. Before you could ask the nervous hybrid what happened you were engulfed in a tight hug.

“Jimin?” you asked as you hugged him back, the boy was affectionate, but this felt different it felt almost as if he was trying to love you back for all the things you had done for him. The way he held you tightly conveyed his message of never wanting to leave you and it made your heart swoon.

“I love you y/n, thank for looking after Yoongi and I. I know he can be a bit cold…but I know he’s grateful” Jimin confessed as he pulled away from you.

Patting his head, you smiled as his blush deepened to a dark red.

“Hey, I'll read you a bedtime story tonight mkay?” You asked knowing how much he loved being tucked in. A smile reaching his eyes made its way on its face as he did a few fist pumps in the air.

“oh! Can taehyung sleep in my room?” he asked as you grabbed your dinner, ready to dig in.

“well yea I mean If he would like to, I don’t see why not” you answered causing his smile to get bigger than you ever thought it could. You giggled as the boy hoped out, remembering when jimin would shake every time he moved around the house. Though he was still shy you began to see his joyful side and were grateful at his efforts to be a part of the family.

Breathing out you looked over at your work, slamming the computer shut before digging into your meal. You’ll deal with that shit later.

---

Even though 10 o clock was around the time everyone actually started going to sleep, you always did your roundly goodnights now, at 9, just because it was more convenient.

Knocking on Namjoons door you waited for him to answer as you looked over to the lounge watching Yoongi and jungkook playing video games.

“Come in!” He replied.

As you opened the door you saw him sitting on the ground and the amount of paper on the floor in front of him. You were incredibly confused, and it showed on your face.

“Hey bud, what’s going on?” you asked, moving into his room and motioning to the mess on the floor. Closing the door, you listened as Namjoon mumbled inaudible words. You sat down next him on the floor as you picked up a single page, looking at the small picture of a female hybrid in a corner.

“well I…you know my heat is next month,” he said softly his eyes avoiding yours.

 “Ohhh, my little namjoon is choosing his mate” you cooed as you gripped him into a hug.

“Y/n! its embarrassing!” he whined as he pushed away from you, his whole face heating up as he hid his face in his hands.

“don’t be embarrassed! it's completely normal. Do you have any front runners you would like to meet?” You asked as you watched him eye a certain profile. The girl seemed to be a lioness, a perfect match for your lion hybrids as they tend to gravitate towards each other. Hybrids weren’t usually bothered with mating with other hybrid types but hybrid types like lions and bears were often a bit to rough to mate with others, thus they liked staying within their own group.

“well…i…her?” he asked as he passed you the girls page. You smiled at how nervous and shy he was, this wasn’t his first time going to the mating centre, or his first time picking a mating partner but every time he seemed to be as nervous as the last.

The mating centre was the best mating service in the country, its quite pricey but its completely worth it. The males get sent profiles of the females, then the males choose who they would like and send a request to meet back to the females. If the female deems the suitable the two will meet and she’ll pick her preferred partner out of the requests she has gotten.

“what if she doesn’t want to meet me? What if no female wants to meet me?” he asked, his eyes full of worry as he ran a hand through his hair.

Even though the system of picking could end in a broken-hearted male who has been rejected by all, the situation has never occurred. You didn’t know how they did it, but the centre had a way of making sure everyone was paired.

“Namjoon, you know that’s not gonna happen and if she doesn’t want to meet, you’ll we’ll find another one! You’ve got a month bud” You answered as he pouted.

“I know…here, if she doesn’t answer maybe these girls” He said as he gave you a small list of profiles all the girls staying within the cat family.

“and who knows! Maybe one of these girls could be your forever mate!” you chirped as you patted his shoulder.

“Maybe…goodnight y/n” He said before giving you a hug.

Leaving Namjoons room you moved to jungkook and Yoongi, getting ready to rip them a new asshole for having the t.v too loud.

“Hey! Turn that shit down, you know the rules!” You shouted as you pulled the most serious face you could.

Jungkook groaned before turning it down, his ears flopping down as you mumbled angrily.

“Y/nnnn don’t be mad” he whined as you placed your hands on your hips.

“jungkook you know you aren't supposed to be playing video games this late – your bunny senses will be stimulated and it will-“ you started only to be cut off.

“it will mess with my human ones yes yes I knowww, I'm sorry! I'm going to bed right now!” he exclaimed as he rose from the couch storming past you to go up to his bedroom.

“fine, goodnight” you shrugged, knowing there was no way that baby bunny was going to bed without his hug.

“Goodnight Yoongi” You smiled cheekily as you shuffled towards him, your arms open hoping he might hug you first, instead he just shrivelled back in disgust. You paused for a minute wondering if you should continue your mission. Dropping your arms, you pouted before starting to walk away.

“goodnight y/n” He mumbled back, even though it was quiet it still put a smile on your face.

Hoseok room door was slightly open when you approached it, knocking you heard the scrambling of items as he let out a worried squeak.

“Hoseok? You okay?” you asked as you slowly opened the door. You gasped as you saw the absolute mess of his room. His bed was broken, his table was flipped up side down, there was chlothes everywhere.

“OH MY GOD. JUNG HOSEOK, WHAT IN THE BLOODY FUCK!” you yelled as you examined all the wreckage he had made.

“I can explain!!” He yelled back as he waved his hands panicking

“Did you shift? I TOLD YOU TO GO OUTSIDE AND SHIFT EARLIER!”

“IM SORRY!! I DIDN’T LISTEN WHEN YOU TOLD ME TOO”

You looked at him in disbelief. Shaking your head, you let out a sigh before glaring at him.

“fine. You’re an adult, you can handle this” you said signalling to the room. “goodnight my sweet angel who will now forever listen to me” You added with a sinister smile as you left his room.

“Do I not get a hug!?!” he yelled as you walked away.

You groaned as you thought about having to deal with that knowing that the horse hybrid would not be able to deal with it himself, trying to shake of the thought of having to clean and rebuy you decided now would be a perfect time to read a bedtime story.

Laughter was erupting from jimin’s room. As you opened the door you watched as taehyung and jimin smiled at you in sync, the two of them clearly becoming very close friends.

“Whose ready for a story?” you asked as you slid in and closed the door. The two perked up excitedly before running towards jimin’s bed. You smiled as you opened jimin’s cabinet full of stories, some were proper books and others were targeted towards kids.

“okay bud, wanna read your favourite?” you asked as the two-left room for you in the middle. Jimin nodded his head as taehyung looked between you in anticipation.

Placing Namjoon files on top of jimin’s cabinet you took the book and climbed in between the two hybrids. Watching as taehyung copied jimin’s every action. After a while of reading the book you noticed jimin nudging your shoulder as he lay his head on your stomach asking for pats.

Scratching jimin’s ear you watched as taehyung looked at him in amazement.

“what’s he doing” Taehyung asked as he looked on in amazement.

“he’s purring” you answered as you continued jimin’s petting, his purring getting more intense.

“p-purring?” Taehyung asked, his face contorted into confusion.

“yea you know, when you get pet don’t you purr?” You asked as you closed the book, knowing that jimin would be falling asleep by now.

“w-well I’ve never been pet before” He answered quietly, his eyes locked on his hands as he played with them nervously. You looked at him in shock. A hybrid that’s never been pet before! Absurd! That was true torture.

“would you like to be pet, I promise ill be gentle” you suggested as his eyes flicked back to your hand in jimin’s hair. taehyung looked at you nervously before nodding his head, placing it on your stomach like jimin’s was.

You started slowly by caressing the top of his head, once you felt that he was comfortable you softly played with his ears causing a soft wine to come from his mouth as he nuzzled his head into your stomach.

Trying not giggle at his way of asking for more you started petting him like you would any of your other hybrids. As he started purring you tried your best not to swoon. Here were two of your newest hybrids, purring together. Letting them both drift of to dream land you tried your hardest to move the two too their pillows without awaking them.

A sign of trust was how nonchalant they were about you touching them in their sleep. Usually hybrids are always on alert so for them both to have their guard down around you was heart-warming.

Just as you managed to scoot of the bed, their sleep was interrupted by the abrupt opening of jimins door.

“Y/N I WANT MY HUG!” jungkook yelled.

---

The doctors was never a fun place to be. Every time you went the boy’s patience seemed to last less then the time previous.

“Y/n he finished my check up, can’t I go with Namjoon and Yoongi to the park!” Hoseok pleaded

“I don’t know, what if something happens and I’m not there” You said as hoseok finished his check up and jungkook went into the examination room for his.

“We’ll be careful!” Jin added as he pulled the best puppy dog face he could muster.

You sighed as the silence of the conversation left you hearing the voices of other people in the room.

“okay but wait for jungkook, I’ll send Yoongi and jimin once there done then taehyung and I will meet you there” You answered slowly.

The boys excitedly talked amongst themselves as you continued to comfort jimin.

“Honey, your brothers are coming out alive and well. Its gonna be okay, they are all really nice people” You said as you stroked his back, watching him shake anxiously.

“Jimin, ill even let you have my grey hoodie afterwards, you love that thing” Jin encouraged as everyone looked at the boy worriedly. You looked over at yoongi who also watched the ground nervously, trying to keep his body faced away from you.

“Yoongi are you okay? Is there something you two aren’t telling me?” you asked softly.

Jimins eyes scanned the place before he whimpered, tucking his head in your shoulder as he cried.

“are you gonna leave us here?” he cried, shocking not only you put the other hybrids as well.

“What?! Leave you here? Of course not, I would never” you answered as you hugged your bunny tightly. “was…was a doctors office where you were left last time?” you asked, the two of them nodding their heads sadly.

You sighed as you stroked jimins face, looking at yoongi sympathetically.

“I know! Ill go in with you both. Owners aren’t allowed in but other hybrids are! I’ve been with y/n since she was a baby so if that doesn’t put you at ease then I don’t know what will, this place is the best doctor’s office in town. Not gonna lie, I hate it too but its better than any other ones” Namjoon exclaimed.

You smiled at you leader lion, he always knew exactly how to take care of the other boys.

“How does that sound?” You asked as yoongi scooted closer to jimin, giving you a glance as he nodded his head.

“if Namjoon comes with us then…I’ll feel a lot better” jimin answered.

“then its settled, when they call you, all of you go up, Namjoon will know what to do” You said smiling at the three. As jungkook walked out and jimin was called you watched as the group dispersed. Jin, hoseok and jungkook off to go to the park; and the others going for their check-up.

You looked over at taehyung as he moved up to sit with you, no longer blocked by the elder boys.

“So what check-ups am I doing today?” He asked you.

“the doctor just wants to look at your previous records so we can see what type we’ll have to do, then we're gonna have to come back and do all of this unfortunately,” you said talking about what the others are doing.

Taehyung sighed as he placed his back against the chair rest.

“jin said we get ice cream after this” he stated as he looked at you for confirmation.

You were about to answer when you saw the familiar doctor exit his room, looking around for you and the name on his sheet he had never seen before.

“ah y/n!” he called. You and taehyung got up and moved towards him. Dr kai was the nicest doctor you’ve ever met. He took very good care of your hybrids and you knew he’d take good care of taehyung.

“this must be taehyung” He smiled as the two of you walked past him and into his office.

“Nice to meet you, I’m dr kai and I look after your brothers, so if you have any concerns about me you can talk to them, they’ve been dealing with me for years” He laughed. As he tapped away on his computer the two of you stayed silent. taehyung’s eyes were wide as he looked around the room, noticing how posh everything was.

“wow…okay” he whispered causing you to perk up.

“Taehyung…you’ve had a rough childhood I see. A lot of broken bones, some that were left a little too long. Suppressants for your heat – a lot of medication” He said as he looked at the boy suspiciously. Taehyung gulped as he shot you a worried look.

You were shocked to hear these things from the doctor. A hybrid child needs to be taken care of, they are extremely vulnerable to accidents and growing up with hybrid specialties is a challenge. Heat suppressants made you sick, it wasn’t natural and fought their instincts, the medication often made them sick and weak and the whole thing was only invented because owners can't be bothered to support their hybrids cycle.

“It seems as though you’ve never had a full heat cycle” he stated as he started writing down some notes.

You looked at taehyung shocked as he looked at the ground in embarrassment. You pouted before stroking his head supportively.

“well, it looks like a lot of problems caused by a bad owner are occurring here. Luckily it doesn’t look like too many physical impacts are going to have a permeant effect. y/n if you give him some hybrid vitamin A every day for the next three weeks it should help out with his energy levels as coming off heat suppressants can be quite challenging and…maybe get him some therapy…physical impacts are temporary, but the mental impact will affect his daily life. We’ll need to do a full body examination and most likely a blood test” He stated as he printed out medicine scripts

You nodded your head as you took in everything the doctor had told you.

“Ill be back I’m just going to send this through to the pharmacy” He stated as he got up and left.

The room was filled with silence as you waited for taehyung to say something.

“were you…abused? I mean maybe it was naïve of me to assume that you were just neglected” you sighed as you stroked his head some more, feeling horrible for anything he had endured.

“Do…I have to get therapy? I-I don’t really want to” he said softly as he played with his hands.

“well your gonna have to talk to someone about this, otherwise how are you going to progress in life?” You asked as he sighed knowing that you were right.

“well…what about you?” he asked as he looked at you with watery eyes.

“Do you wanna tell me about it?” you answered as you dropped your hand from his head. Even though you couldn’t give him the life advice a professional could you knew that you could provide closure and if that was all he wanted, then that was fine.

“i…I think I do”

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The Duke of the Bay: Part 5 2/2

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Summary: Patton O’Hearty was a great detective. Most people didn’t take him for one at first glance, especially when he dressed casual. He was abnormally chipper; he thought everything was the cat’s pajamas. He had a smile for everyone he met. He was always tipping his hat at the dames and gents when he walked the streets of the Bay Area.

The only person he could never catch was the leader of the planted mob in Emeryville, nicknamed The Duke. The Duke was good at hiding his dealings and joints well, and he rarely had a snitch in his ranks. The few who tried, well, somehow they disappeared before they could give the police any substantial information. He was well hidden, but popular among the residents of the town. People talked boldly of his rambunctious parties, never revealing the locations though. He was hard to catch, to say the least.

So what happens, when instead, the detective is the one that’s caught?

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Mr. Doris never failed. His job was, simply put, to make sure things would run smoothly. He was the one who oversaw all the operations. He kept an eye on the booze shipments. He set the meetings for people who wanted to speak with the Duke. He did everything around the Bay Area for the most part. The footprint that the Duke had in the town of Emeryville was his own creation. He wouldn’t say it out loud completely, but he thought of himself as the true boss of everything. 

However, this time he did fail, and he didn’t want to fess up about it to his boss just yet. 

 Virgil wasn’t mad when he had seen the man on his doorstep. He just seemed disappointed. “What are you doing here? Thought you had some broad to dump in a river or something.” 

 “As fun as that sounds, no,” Mr. Doris smirked, “Just thought I’d treat you to some…” he pulled a small flask out of his jacket’s inner pocket, “Fun?” 

 Virgil sighed to himself. He shook his head in disbelief. “It’s not even noon yet, you sneak. Get in here.” 

Mr. Doris grinned slyly as he entered the house. Virgil Vitale lived a pretty nice life. He was the Duke’s cousin. Once upon a time he was going to be second in command. However he gave the position to Mr. Doris for some reason. Something along the lines of how he didn’t want to work too much. It was a big deal in the family at the time. Though over the next few years Mr. Doris had proven himself to be a good enough replacement...until now. 

 “Why are you hiding from the Duke, Janny boy?” Virgil teased as he poured himself some coffee in the kitchenette. He was doing his best to act calm in front of his unexpected visitor. However his hands were tense in their task.

 “Don’t call me that, Vitale!” the short man hissed. He then continued with mock innocence, “Plus, who said I was hiding? Can’t a man pop in on his pal without it being work related?” 

 Virgil scoffed as he sat down in his chair. “You’re not a man, Doris. You’re more like a, uh, a slimy snake.” He smirked to hide the urge to bite his lip with nerves. 

 Virgil Vitale was a handsome young man.Though over the past month his wavy black hair had gotten too long. It was falling over his face, nearly hiding his steel blue eyes. His lips were angular, and almost always in a half smile or a frown. His skin was a somewhat darker tan, showing off his Italian heritage boldly. That was the only clue that he was even a part of the family in general, though his skin was also the darkest-but not by much.

 It was a great shame, Mr. Doris often thought, that he didn’t want much to do with the family business. He served his purpose where he was obligated. He had proven his loyalty time and time again. Most of the family just saw him as an independent man trying to make his own way in the world after the Great War.

 All Mr. Doris was able to see was a slacker who didn’t even last one year on the battlefield.

 The visitor bared his teeth as he crossed his arms. He was questioning his decision about avoiding the boss. The host was being more brusque than usual. To give him benefit of the doubt, though, they were both pretty worn down from tailing the two detectives their leader had his black eyes on. 

 “If you must know,” he answered. He turned his nose up and sniffed. Virgil held back a grimace at the gesture as his ‘friend’ continued, “I may have been chased off by that pansy cop.” 

 Virgil choked on his drink. “Pansy? Really?” There was no way in hell Mr. Doris would have been able to find out. Virgil had only just learned the night before when-

 “Well, if the noises he was making with the boss in his office were any indication,” the serpent-like man winked at him. He wiggled his eyebrows for emphasis. 

 Virgil’s brow crinkled in confusion. When had Logan been in the Duke’s- oh. Mr. Doris was talking about the other one. Patrick or whatever. The one he didn’t have to keep tabs on. 

 “Well, I don’t see what him being...ya know...has to do with anything?” Virgil looked at the rim of his mug as he sipped. He didn’t want to be talking about this at all, however getting this info would be beneficial. Even if it was only gossip. He could find a way to give the information to his...accomplice. 

 “Well, nothing, obviously, but-” Mr. Doris waved his gloved hands around as he spoke. He was sick of this unnecessary distraction. “This whole deal has been a disaster. I wish we hadn’t gone through with this plan. You know, if I was boss-”

Virgil slammed his mug down. He shouted out, “That’s enough, Janus! I may not be the boss but I’m still his blood. You’re already on thin ice,” Virgil lowered his voice to a threatening growl. “Don’t tempt me to let him know that you’re talking like that. Especially after you messed up on teaching a lesson to that doll, uh, what’s her name?” 

 “Alice Beauregard,” Doris mumbled. All of his bravado had been pulled inward. He looked like a child who had been caught digging into the cookie jar with how red his face turned. He hated when Virgil called him by his first name. He opened his mouth to say more, but Virgil’s telephone started to ring. 

 “One moment,” Virgil stood up to answer. 

 It was good timing. Mr. Doris didn’t want to keep intruding. Especially if the man was going to be so touchy. He had to go see the Duke anyways. No use putting it off for too long. He waved at his friend as he walked out the door. 

 He tapped the steering wheel of his car nervously. His favorite pair of sunflower yellow gloves stood out among the black aesthetic. He found peace in the memories that came when he looked at them. Wearing them was akin to a child carrying their security blanket everywhere. With the safe cover of the soft material hugging his fingers, he grabbed a hold of his nerves as he arrived at the Lion’s Den. 

 He walked in to see that the Duke was standing at the office window. The boss had his hands clasped behind his back. Today he was wearing black slacks, forest green suspenders, and a light green dress shirt. The man had such a preference for green that it was sort of...queer. He had told Mr. Doris it was because green was the color of money. Money was all that flowed through his veins. That was what he claimed, at least. 

 “Hello, Mr. Doris. How’d it go with our dear Miss Alice?” he asked calmly. The soft tone of his voice was foreign to Doris’ ears. 

 “Well, she didn’t have the cash,” the subordinate hedged. He sat down at the seat in front of the large wooden desk. 

 “I see. Did you take care of her?” the Duke was still eerily calm. The quiet before a storm. He didn’t seem upset about the monetary loss. Mr. Doris suspected that the questioning was formal. Maybe he was off of the hook. 

 “I didn’t kill her,” Mr. Doris answered again. It wasn’t a lie. 

 “So, where is she?” Mr. Doris didn’t see the Duke’s tight grip on the windowsill in front of him. 

 “Somewhere far away…” the shorter man trailed off. He couldn’t handle one more question without spilling the beans. He crossed his fingers and hid them in his lap.

 “Mr. Doris, one more question,” the Duke’s tone was void of any aggression. Well, no obvious aggression. 

 Why did Mr. Doris still feel like his entire body was already drowned in the cold waters of the bay? “Yes, boss?” 

 “How...stupid do you think I am?” The Duke still kept his voice calm as his body started to shake. The cool facade was dropping rapidly with each second. 

 Mr. Doris stayed quiet. He didn’t have a word to say that wouldn’t technically be a lie. Plus he could already see that he was in trouble. He gripped the arms of the chair as he braced himself for the explosion. 

 The Duke spun around wildly. He slammed his fist on the table. “I don’t know where you were mulling around, but in the meantime I got a call from the damn captain telling me his top two detectives left on a call to a girl in distress then disappeared. He’s bugging out, sayin’ that he’s been exposed. I had to offer him even more money, which means more cash lost because of this damn child!” 

 His eyes were nearly throwing flames towards his companion. His lips twitched in annoyance. Mr. Doris felt that the black rage being radiated towards him wasn’t all because of this small mistake. His boss had been more touchy as of late. This was about more than just his failure to bring the girl in. It was about who disrupted the job in the first place. 

 Ever since the detectives showed up for the party a month ago, he noticed the Duke was antsy. Mr. Doris was surprised that the cops were given so much time to decide, even though it was a formality. Frankly it was confusing. Why was the Duke even exposing himself like this to these detectives? Especially since it was all for show? There was no point in sticking his business out to their enemies. 

 Mr. Doris decided to placate the raging man for now, though. “Sorry, sir, I’ll be more careful. I’m going to find her-”

“No, I’m going to find her. I have a feeling I know exactly where she is.” The Duke started to put his things together. He opened the bottom drawer of his desk to grab his gun. His movements were loud as he got ready.

 “Where?” The second in command felt nervous about not being involved. It wouldn’t be good for business flow if he was cast aside. The Duke needed a handler when he went out on business.

 The Duke grinned softly as he shrugged on his trench coat. “Where else? With my dear detective, of course.”

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 “Alright, you got the plan, Logan?” Patton asked his partner as they parked the car. 

 “Uh huh,” Logan answered vaguely. His eyes were unfocused a majority of the time since they left Alice at his home to wait for his friend. 

 “Hey!” Patton snapped his fingers towards his partner. “I can’t have you leaving me, Lo!” 

 “Sorry,” Logan shook his head. His face turned a bright pink at being caught lost in his thoughts. “One more time, Pat?” 

 Patton gripped the steering wheel. He felt so close to getting this over with, and now Logan was the one losing his marbles. Still, he wouldn’t let his frustrations blind him again. He rested his palms on the wheel and took in a deep breath. His fingers felt like they were buzzing at the thought of being the one to put the cuffs on the Duke. He smiled at the image in his thoughts of that. 

 Patton spoke quickly, “We’re going to go in and say that the girl didn’t want to file a report. Since backup didn’t see her recognize us, that might be believable. If the captain asks why we still didn’t bring her in for questioning, we say she was hysterical,” Patton shared a smile with Logan at the thought of Alice being hysterical. 

“Right. Then we mention that we suspect a plant, using your theories-except the part where you suspect it’s him,” Logan’s face hardened, “I really hope it’s not. He has a child on the way.” 

 Patton’s excited grin fell. He hadn’t had time to think that his captain, his boss, his superior-was also his friend. Captain de Rossi was a kind man. How had he forgotten? The man was stubborn at times, some may even say eccentric. Yet he had done good for their station. He’s the one who sniffed out the Duke’s gang in the first place for them. 

 He leaned back in his seat. He felt a bit of guilt at the thoughts he was having about doubting the captain. He looked at Logan, who also seemed to feel ashamed. Logan’s eyes were cast down at his hands. His mouth was frowning downwards that it seemed the gears in his mind were slowing. He whispered, “What if we’re wrong, and we doom his family to having that accusation on their heads for a long time?”  

 Patton bit his lip. “What if we’re right, and it ends up getting so ugly his kid ends up on the bad side of things?” 

 Logan was silent. He scrunched his eyebrows in thought. His gears were starting to speed up again. He looked up and nodded at Patton. “Alright,” he confidently stated, “Alright, let’s clean up our station.” 

 The two got out of the vehicle quickly. Neither of them wanted to prolong the inevitable. Patton still got a nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was starting to weigh in what would happen to his friend’s family. Moreso, what would happen to the town? The captain was likable by the citizens. Would it crush their hearts? 

 He asked himself, for the first time since he met the Duke, how much he was willing to sacrifice for the capture of one man? 

 He and Logan hung up their suits. He noticed that the other cops weren’t there. For a split second he feared that the captain was out too, until he heard yelling from the man’s office. 

 “No, you don’t understand! My wife is due to have our kid soon and if you think-” 

 The yelling stopped as Logan burst into the office. The captain’s head snapped up. He froze as he saw Patton follow in shortly after. His wide eyes made him look like a deer caught on the road. 

 “I’ll call you later,” he told the anonymous voice on the line before carefully hanging up. He cleared his throat. “Good to finally see you guys,” he forced a cheerful tone in his loud voice as he spread his arms wide. 

 Captain Roman de Rossi was a handsome man. Despite his Italian features, he was able to quickly climb the ranks to get his position as captain of Emeryville Police Department. He had vibrant brown eyes that were nearly black. His black curly hair was magically tamed most of the time, though the past few weeks he hadn’t been able to manage it with his nervous habit of rubbing his hands through it. His skin was tanned, though it wasn’t so dark that most of the time people were shocked to learn of his Italian heritage. 

 He was tense. Patton could see it in his grin. His chin was tilted down, his jaw was taught, his clothes were wrinkled. He looked like a mess of a man. If Patton hadn’t known better, he’d say he looked like some of the drunks he’d brought in over the course of his years working at the station. 

 Logan shared a glance with Patton before responding. “Apologies about the delay, captain. We had some trouble with the last call.” Logan’s voice was smooth over the lie. The only tell he caught was Logan’s refusal to look straight at the captain. Patton could barely see that Logan was covering his anxiety.

 Roman nodded then sat down. “Sit, gentleman, tell me what happened.” 

 The detectives sat down cautiously. Neither of them knew what to expect, and if they could read the captain’s mind, they would have known they weren’t alone in their nervousness. It was a standoff-except they didn’t know they were on opposite sides of what was good. 

 Roman’s face morphed into a serious expression. His professional persona that he reserved for serious cases overtook his body language and face. Patton resisted the urge to flinch at the severity of that glare. “Well, sir, the girl-” 

 Patton stuttered at the raised eyebrow the captain gave him. He looked at Logan to save him. 

 “Naturally, after the perpetrator got away, she blew into hysterics. We both decided it was best to take her home to help her get calm,” the younger detective answered.

 “She also didn’t want to file a report,” Patton chimed in. He felt his old confidence return. He smiled warmly at the captain, trying to ignore the jitters his boss was throwing out. 

 “I see…” Roman muttered. He looked over to Logan directly, “What happened to the perp?” 

 Logan gulped. He hadn’t been prepared for that question to be so direct, and filled  with tense focus. “I-he-” 

 “He got away, didn’t he?” Roman asked aggressively. His voice was starting to raise. 

 “You two are good cops. I thought I could trust you to take down this gang.” 

His face was getting red. He looked down at his desk, “I trusted you two to be a force for good.” 

 Patton reached out to touch his friend’s hand. He didn’t care in the moment that the captain was likely in on the crimes being committed. They were still friends. How could he have forgotten that? 

  “We’re sorry. We underestimated them.” 

 Roman looked at the detective’s hands resting on his. Such a soft action. He was still reaching out to him. Patton was a good detective. He had a love for everyone that was immeasurable. The captain swallowed. His face told them only a hint of the storm brewing in his mind from the contact.

 “Sir, I have a theory that may help us with the case,” Logan broke the silence. His face was full of regret for what he was about to say. His words were nearly a whisper, yet they were loud with their implications. “I think there may be a plant. I suspected with the anonymous tip we received a month ago, and I know so now.” 

 The captain sucked in a breath. Patton watched his reaction-looking for any sign of deception or a clue of his betrayal. He continued to watch while Logan explained in slow, calculated words. 

 “I regret to inform you that my suspicions were confirmed when the Duke…” Logan straightened his posture to deliver with a confident voice, “When he sent one of his lackeys to my home last night.” 

 Patton turned his head sharply at Logan. His shocked expression was match for match with the captain. Logan was going off script. Patton met his partner’s apologetic eyes briefly before they were interrupted by the captain’s rage. 

 “You had a chance to capture a criminal, and didn’t call it in?!” Roman roared, shooting out of his chair. “Not only that, you let another one get away after attacking a young girl! I have half a mind to-” 

 Patton stood up. He held his hands out in peace. He saw what he needed to see about their captain. He hid his heartbreak well enough at the betrayal that was confirmed...by both of them. 

 “Fellas, please, let’s talk this out calmly,” his voice betrayed him by cracking, “I’m sure Logan was trying to-” 

 “Put the blame on someone else! He’s pointing fingers!” The captain slammed his fist on his desk. Patton looked at Logan. 

 The younger detective stayed steady. His face was resigned against the fire being thrown at him from his boss. Patton wanted to figure out what his deal was, but first they needed to get out of there on calm terms. 

 “Captain,” Logan spoke slowly. His voice was monotone. He was devoid of all emotion. “I think you’re too tired to think clearly,” the angry man’s face fell into a darker expression. Logan continued, “I hadn’t had time to notify you or Patton, it’s been a fretful day.” 

 “Logan, you just made a big mistake,” Roman growled out. Patton’s heart fell as he watched the exchange-helpless, like he had been every time he got close to something that would help him catch the Duke. 

 Roman stood tall, and Logan followed suit. They both seemed in the know about what was going on. Patton shook his head back and forth at them. He wanted to shout to clear the tension, but his throat was closed. His words had escaped his mind as soon as Logan implied he was working with- 

 “Detective Logan Smith,” the captain’s voice was rigid, “You have withheld vital information to the investigation from me, and your partner. You are hereby suspended for two weeks. Please,” Patton was held in place by his surprise, “Hand over your badge and weapon.” 

 Patton felt a cry settle on his chest. He bit his tongue so hard he tasted blood. He couldn’t believe his ears. The captain was really suspending someone like Logan? 

 Logan took it well, it seemed. He didn’t beg. He didn���t cry. He didn’t shout. He didn’t even try to defend himself like Patton wanted to. He removed his gun from his belt, along with his badge, and handed it over to their captain with no emotion in his body. 

 Logan nodded at the still-fuming captain behind the desk. He turned to Patton and offered his hand. Patton gripped it tight as he shook it. He choked down his emotions while he was painfully aware of the captain’s eyes on them. He looked into his young partner’s blue eyes; was that mischief?

 Logan saluted them both when he reached the door and left. He stood tall. Roman deflated into his seat as Logan left. Logan had been right. The captain looked tired for sure. Patton wondered to himself what this was going to mean if he was going to capture the gang leader that plagued his every thought. 

 “Detective-Patton, you’re still on the case. Please make sure you don’t make the mistake Detective Smith did by hesitating to report new information.” Roman waved to the door, covering his face with his hand as he leaned on the edge of the desk. “You’re dismissed.” 

 Patton walked out, though he didn’t feel the ground beneath him. His limbs were not attached to his body. His head was dizzy from the quick exchange that had just taken place. The weight in his stomach was crushing his guts. His mind was swimming with questions. Questions about the captain, about Logan, about the Duke...about himself. 

 The sun was bright in his eyes as he stepped outside. He looked around for Logan, though it was futile. 

 The deed was done. Patton would have to find the Duke alone.

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Partner In Crime, Literally (Happy Lowman x Reader)

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You walked upto the clubhouse, medical bag in hand as you passed the line up of bikes. It was late, the horizon long gone and was now replaced with a pure black sky. You were used to being called as you were just about to put your car into drive and go home for the day. It was always your Old Man, Happy. Hearing his voice down the phone made you smile, but that smile dropped off your face and was filled with a blank stare as he told you those same words: ‘we need you again.’

It wasn’t that you didn’t like helping the club, no you would help out in anyway that you could but as of late the calls were becoming more and more frequent.

Once you had patched up the member, Happy pulled you into his chest, grumbling out a thank you. Wrapping your arms around his solid chest, you smiled up at him.

“It’s fine, it’s my job now.”

“How was Stockton?” You worked there before you started dating Happy, your status one of the highest in California. You knew how to do your job and your were quick at it, you had to be. Working at a prison meant that you were constantly surrounded by drama and bullet wounds, but you loved it and your skills came in handy for the club so you were happy to help out.

“Actually not that bad for once. Few things here and there but nothing major.” You leaned up to kiss him, both your lips lingering for a while. You always missed him. However when someone walked through the door, catching the attention of a few guys, caused you to turn in the direction of the action. Tara. She was attached to Jax’s hip and glaring you down as you moved away from Happy to clear up your supplies. You rolled your eyes, she had always rubbed you up the wrong way. There was something about her that you just didn’t like. It was just you and Happy left in church as he kept you company, helping out here and there when she made her way over to you. Happy knew of your opinion on the woman and gave you a look.

“Don’t worry, as long as she doesn’t say shit.” He smirked when you whispered that to him, rolling his eyes and watching her clear her throat.

“Hi, (Y/N). How is he? Nothing too hard to patch up, I hope.” You gritted your teeth. Even her vibe made you want to punch her and that comment had you reeling. You knew for a fact that you were ten time better than she could ever be. On top of that, you both specialised in different things. You crossed your arms and smiled at her, remaining friendly.

“He’s gonna be fine, it was an easy fix.” She nodded her head in response.

“So how is Stockton?” There was a hint of jealousy in her tone, the underlying meaning of her words clouded.

“It’s fantastic. Busy but good.”

“Well I’m glad that you are fitting in here.” She looked over at Happy before leaving. You raised your eyebrows at her last comment but then brushed it off and grabbed your things and leaving. You said goodbye to the brothers, Jax pulling you into a hug and thanking you for helping out. You smiled again, ignoring Tara completely and went home with your Old Man.

It wasn’t till you walked into work the next day and got pulled over by your boss that you knew something was up. After sitting down with him, he brought up your personal life, which threw you off your game completely.

“Something came through about what sort of people you are connected to Miss (L/N). Your relation to the Sons of Anarchy has raised a few eyebrows and I want to know what this is all about from you.” You appreciate that he came to you for answers. His words weren’t rude or malicious, he was curious and wanted to know. You respected that and sat up straight in the chair that sat opposite his, looking him in the eye.

“I can promise you Sir, that my relationship with the Sons won’t interfere with my performance here.” You would like to think that your skills and reputation had something to do with the fact he allowed you to remain with job intact. He nodded and leaned forward in his chair, arms resting on his desk.

“Okay, thank you for telling me Dr but if I find out that it is affecting anything, I will be more hasty with my decisions.”

“Thank you for this Sir. If I may ask: who told you about my relations?”

An anonymous tip. Of course it was anonymous. You had a damn good idea as to who was behind it though.

Storming into the clubhouse, steam blowing out of your ears as you spotted Happy sat at the bar, drink in hand. Going up behind him, whispering aggressively in his ear.

“We have something to discuss.” he gave you a look, and you knew that he thought that he had done something wrong. The irritation radiating off you in waves that made the brothers that were here cringe.

As you pulled Happy into his dorm, you slammed the door and paced. He stood by the bed, watching the scene before him.

“What’s happened?” You glared at him in annoyance, you didn’t mean to push it onto him. Really, you should be slapping the bitch that sent the information in the first place.

“I got pulled over by my boss. Someone tipped them off about me being with the club. An anonymous tip.” He raised an eyebrow in curiosity, urging you to continue.

“It had to have been that bitch! She’s been making snide comments every time I’ve talked to her. She hates the fact I’ve got a bigger reputation than her!” Happy just nodded as you ranted, thoughts flying through his mind, anger slowly building. If you boss didn’t have such an advantage with you on his payroll, then you would of been sacked and that made his fists clench. He knew how hard you had worked for this and he wasn’t going to let a jealous Old Lady ruin that for you.

“We can’t tell Jax, not yet. That could have been anyone.” You turned to him, arms now crossed.

“We both know that it was her. I’m not just going to sit back and let her ruin my career.”

“I’m not saying it wasn’t her, I’m saying that we need evidence before I can let you go off on one.” You smirked and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you.” You whispered out to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He was always the one that kept you level headed and it was something that you returned for him when he needed it. He was your partner in crime, literally, and you couldn’t picture your life without him now that you have him. He was everything.

It took a few days to get anything. Juice being put on the job, being told that he needed to keep it on the down low. When he knocked on your door, computer in hand with a smile wide on his face, you felt over the moon. You had been wanting to say something and as the days passed, you were getting antsy but you could finally explode.

Waiting until she got here, your leg was bouncing profoundly. A rough, warms hand came down on your thigh making the bouncing seize. You were a toxic mixture of nervous and angry.

You saw Jax and calmly walked up to him. The last thing that you wanted was bad blood between the two of you, that would screw with Happy and you weren’t going to do that to him.

Tapping his shoulder, he turns around and smiles, beer in hand.

“Hay (Y/N).”

“Hay Jax. I wanted to speak to you, in private.” He nodded and led you into church, closing the doors and sitting at the head of the table. You stood next the chair and took a deep breath.

“What is it? If anything’s happening, you can tell me.” He was always so kind to you, the hospitality and welcoming he showed you made you feel bad that you were telling him this.

“Look, I didn’t want to cause any trouble but now that this has happened, I can’t not say anything.” It was that that made his lean back in his chair and- with his foot- push back the other one for you, nodding towards it. You looked at it before sitting down.  It was a weird feeling to be sat in these chairs. This is where it all happens.

“I got pulled over by my boss at Stockton a few days ago who wanted to discuss my relations to the club. I wasn’t that bothered by it until he mentioned it came in through a tip.” You really didn’t want to continue, “I told happy and asked Juice if he could find out who sent it in. I was just curious as to why someone would do it and now that I’m on his radar for mistakes, it could've lost me my job.” You looked down at the floor trying to prepare yourself, the next few words would ruin the content bubble his family was in and it made your stomach turn.

“Who was it (Y/N)?” He was calm and collected, patient for you to finish.

“It came from Tara’s phone number and with the recording that Juice found, it was her.” You weren’t going to tell him about the snide comments or dirty looks, this was damning enough.

A sharp intake of breath made you look him in the eyes.

“I wanted to, well, talk to her about this but I don’t trust her to not tell you the truth Jax. I want you to know this before I say anything.” He nodded his head in understanding and breathed in, leaning back again.

“Thank you for telling me this. She’s coming here soon and you can talk to her, but I want to have a word first.” It was your turn to nod, thanking him before you left, closing the door behind you.

Happy was the first person you saw, relief in your eyes at the fact you knew that you could get everything out of your system. You sat on the bar stool next to his and trained your eyes on the entrance doo, waiting for the specific footsteps.

When they finally did come, after roughly an hour, she had the nerve to smile at you and ask were Jax was.

“In church, he’s waiting for you.” Seeing her disappear in there made you smirk, it was like walking into a lion’s den and she didn’t even know it. Your arms rested on the counter as you saw his lips move in the glass window, but you couldn’t make anything out. Then you saw the anger flood that room, the quick movements and shouting that could be heard. You turned your back, facing the wall of liquor and downing a shot. That was between the two of them and if he wanted to rip her to shreds, then you would have to wait your turn. You just hope that he would leave you something more than leftovers.

A slamming of a door brought you out of your daydream, Jax storming off with a trailing Tara behind him. Everyone turned toward the two of them, the drama escalating quickly.

“Jax, please. Hear me out!” She was begging and you and Happy smirked. The president didn’t listen, merely continuing out the door and leaving his wife behind. The club went silent. Everyone waiting in anticipation for her next move. Turns out, you were her next move. Her eyes shot to you, a glare that could make anyone feel uncomfortable. Not you though. You raised an eyebrow, daring her to start something with you. Her pace quick as she started the screaming up again, this time directed at you.

“THIS IS YOUR GOD DAMN FAULT! If you would of just kept your mouth shut!” Her finger pointing at you as spit flew out of her mouth, her words making a few people leave as to not get in the middle of the Presidents and Unholy One’s Old Lady fighting. You pushed off your chair and stood up straight, face to face.

“MY FAULT?! YOU ARE THE ONE THAT RUINED THIS FOR YOURSELF!” Your face was bright red and the resentment for this woman was finally pouring out in one go. Happy sat at the side with a smile on his face. He himself had been on the wrong side of your temper and that was bad enough but this was something even worse and it blew him away.

Tara attempted to big herself up and rival you but it wasn’t working, so the next thing you knew her hand was in your hair and pulling. Your elbow went straight into her stomach and it pushed her back, the second free allowed you to get a good slap across her face before it was your hand in her hair, dragging it up until you were eye to eye.

“Don’t you dare try and ruin my life or career again, otherwise I swear to God, I will make you disappear.” You weren’t shouting, your voice thick and deep as you spoke it to her with an intensity that made even Happy shiver. You threw her away and the look on your face was nothing but disgust. She aimed to stand up and return the fight but you growled at her, making her stumble out of the clubhouse, leaving everyone staring at you. Turning you back you grabbed a bottle of whisky and sat on Happy’s lap. His lips found your forehead and he place a kiss to it.

“Jesus baby, you feel better now?” He said, low and quiet. The conversation private and still, not wanting to draw anymore attention to you.

“Much. Thank you for finding out it was her. I know that it would put you in some shit if it didn’t work out. You trusted me. Thank you, baby.” You finished your sentence with a harsh, emotion-filled kiss, which he willingly returned. You partner in crime.

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Devil’s Backbone - Chapter 8

Author: idkhaylijah

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ because smut and I'm Elijah trash I guess...

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Y/N woke wrapped around Elijah and thought about how unreal the last twenty-four hours had been. Her entire world shifted, but here in her bed, snuggled into Elijah she felt safe. She breathed in his familiar cologne, a scent she had come to crave in the last few weeks.

“Are you smelling me right now?” He teased as he ran his fingers through her hair.

She shrugged into him. “That depends. Were you watching me sleep?”

He pursed his lips and feigned innocence. “A little bit.”

She laughed, pushing her face into his chest. “Then yes, I was smelling you...a little bit,” she admitted. She felt his chest rumble with laughter under her. “You smell good,” she blushed at her confession, but after the things they did all day it seemed pointless to hide anything from him.

He rolled over on top of her, kissing her cheek. “Do I now?”

She nodded and turned her face slightly catching his lips with her own.

Just when she made her move to deepen the kiss, her stomach growled. He chuckled against her lips. “As much as I’d love to keep you in this bed, you need to eat.”

“I’m starving,” she agreed, glancing at her phone to see it was dinnertime already and they had wasted the entire day in bed, losing track of time wrapped up in each other.

“Remind me again why we left my bed?”

“Because last I checked, a banana and a pack of cookies do not constitute dinner,” Elijah said dismissively as he looked over the wine list.

She rolled her eyes playfully. “We could have ordered pizza,” she complained.

He placed the menu down in front of him. “After the day you’ve had, I believe some protein would do you good, perhaps even a vegetable,” he teased. He had dug through her fridge and pantry, and after a short lived debate on what constituted groceries they had decided on a night out.

“We could have ordered pepperoni pizza,” she argued placing her menu in front of her and crossing her arms.

His eyes crinkled with amusement as he met her stubborn playful gaze. He took in her appearance, and was beginning to regret ever leaving her bed as well when he noticed her neck. Elijah cleared his throat, reaching over to pull her Y/H/C hair over to one side.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

He motioned to the puncture wounds he had left earlier. “Your neck,” he whispered.

Her eyes widened. “Sorry!” She muttered, placing her hair strategically on the wound.

Elijah looked down in his lap. “You should drink some of my -“

“I’m fine,” she cut him off, effectively ending the conversation when the waitress approached. They placed their orders and as the waitress stepped away Y/N’s phone began to buzz. Two missed calls and three texts, all from the same number. She opened the texts.

Unknown: Call me ASAP!!! Unknown: 911 Unknown: It’s Emily, btw

Y/N looked at Elijah apologetically, clutching the phone to her chest. He nodded and she stood, excusing herself with promises of only being a few minutes.

She stepped outside of the noisy restaurant, walking to the side of the building as she dialed Emily’s number.

“Oh thank god!” Emily’s frantic voice picked up.

Y/N blocked out the noise with her other hand, concentrating on her friend’s voice. “Emily? What’s wrong?”

Emily sighed heavily. “Have you heard from Ben?”

Her heart stopped. “Umm, Ben? What? No, I mean…” she stumbled over her words, cringing at herself. “Not in a few days,” she winced at her voice, trying to calm her breathing.

“It’s just that I’ve been calling him, and he hasn’t answered and I went by his place and he’s not there,” her voice shook and Y/N knew she had been on the verge of crying.

She felt the guilt rush into her chest, blindsiding her. She had spent the day wrapped up in Elijah, burying everything else that had happened, everything she had done. “I’ll try calling him,” she said sadly, knowing she’d never get an answer. “Listen, why don’t you swing by my place later?”

Emily was silent for a moment, the only evidence that she was still on the line was a muffled sniffle. “Yea, maybe,” she spoke softly. “Listen I got to go, if you hear anything, call, okay?” The line went dead.

Y/N clutched her phone to her, resting her head against the brick building and shutting her eyes. She hoped Emily would turn up so Elijah could compel her. She hated the lies, but knew it was for the best.

As she turned to go back in she felt a hand grasp her arm, yanking her back into the alley. Before she could truly register what was happening she saw fangs coming at her. She briefly recognized him, he had been at the Cellar the other night; she moved quickly, holding the monster back, her reflexes taking over before her world went foggy.

When Y/N hadn’t returned after a few minutes, Elijah decided to pop outside and check on her. He heard her labored breathing instantly, and rushed toward the alley. She stood, blood spattered her clothes, her hair tousled. Three vampires laid at her feet, a shattered piece of what looked to be the remains of a wood pallet in her hand.

“Y/N?”

She turned to him, her eyes a deep grey. She squared her shoulders off to him, her grip tightening on her makeshift weapon. Her face shifted, and she slammed her eyes shut as if she were in pain.

He was at her side immediately. “What happened?” He took in the scene around him. The bodies at her feet he recognized as Marcel’s men. “Y/N look at me,” he said, placing his hands on her face.

When she opened her eyes again she recognized him, the grey storm in her orbs slowly melting away. “Elijah?” Her voice was strained and confused.

Just then two more vampires dropped down into the alleyway, surrounding them.

“Gentlemen,” Elijah started, moving so their backs were toward the wall, tucking Y/N behind him. “Can I help you?”

They said nothing. In fact, they didn’t even acknowledge his presence, but their eyes locked onto Y/N. They marched toward her, not even threatened by the Original, as if they were compelled.

Y/N’s eyes went dark once again, and she charged at the vampire to her left, unafraid. He zipped around her, coming up from behind, but she slammed the stake down, anticipating his movement and digging the wood into his thigh. He cried out and as he threw his head back she turned and thrust her hand into his chest, clutching his heart.

Elijah gripped the other vampire by the neck with little effort. He had nothing on the Original, so Elijah’s attention was on Y/N as his victim struggled against his hold.

She didn’t even hesitate, ripping his heart out and tossing it aside. She then glared at the two men in the alleyway, her new targets. Elijah snapped the strangers neck with every intention of interrogating him when he woke again, but Y/N had kicked up another piece of the wooden pallet, snapping it so it splintered on her leg as she walked with purpose towards them. She slammed one half into Elijah’s shoulder, causing him to falter, and then she dropped, staking the mystery vampire quickly.

Elijah removed the wood from his shoulder, gritting his teeth as he felt the blood pool into his shirt. Y/N swung at him, and he blocked her. “Y/N, stop,” he called out to her but she continued her assault. She swung her leg around and he caught it, blocking her and tossing it away from him. She was strong. Much stronger than any normal human. And she was fast, but not fast enough. What she lacked in speed she made up for in wit. She changed the pace and slammed into him, shoving her hand in his chest.

He gasped, feeling her hand tighten painfully around his heart. He struggled to breath, and though he knew he could overpower her, he refused to fight back. He held her wrist. “Y/N,” he choked.

Her eyes stirred and she blinked rapidly, her grip loosening before recognition set in. First it was confusion, followed by shock. When she released him and pulled her hand out of his chest, the only thing left on her face was fear and heartache.

He dropped for a moment, giving his body time to recover.

She looked around. “I did this,” she whispered. She held her hand up, shaking and covered in blood. “What did I do? What did I do?” She muttered repeatedly to herself, panic rising in her chest.

Elijah was at her side instantly, pulling her into his chest and wrapping his arms around her protectively. He held the back of her head, hiding her face from the carnage she had left behind.

“Absolutely not.” Elijah shook his head and moved to stand in front of Y/N. They stood in the study at the compound, his siblings surrounding him. Word had spread overnight that there was a hunter in the Quarter and Marcel and his men were demanding answers. To top it off, two werewolves and three witches were found mysteriously killed in a similar fashion that morning - the entire community on edge and seeking revenge, their fingers pointing right at Y/N.

Y/N stepped to the side, refusing to let him speak for her. “A party? That’s your big plan?”

Klaus nodded, folding his hands behind his back. “Those who plot against us won’t be able to resist; we will flush them out, and end this. Besides,” he poured himself a drink, “we should celebrate your return, love.”

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“It’s a death sentence,” Elijah growled. “You’d let her walk into a lion’s den?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, brother.”

Elijah’s jaw ticked. His patience for his brothers schemes was wearing thin. “The hunter’s curse Y/N bears was awoken by a vampire attack, and now you are suggesting putting her in a room full of every supernatural creature in New Orleans - the majority of which want her dead - to what end?”

“Elijah,” Hayley interjected. “Someone is targeting my people to get to her. It stops here. Klaus is right, we have to end this.”

Freya sighed. “Klaus has a point. If we can flush out those who are targeting Y/N we can end them and keep Y/N close, giving us the advantage.”

Elijah looked at his siblings as if they had all gone insane. “Don’t you think it will only make the hunter stronger? Y/N is already fighting to keep control, if we do this we risk losing her.”

“Kill a demon today, face the devil tomorrow,” Rebekah muttered.

“No. We are not doing this,” he was on edge, his voice growing angry. “We will not risk the curse taking over - we have to protect her until Freya figures out how to undo it.”

Klaus glared at his older brother. “Is that what you’ve been doing, brother? I didn’t realize sleeping with Y/N was for her protection,” he snapped.

Elijah’s temper flared, and he moved across the room in an instant, grabbing Klaus by his shirt collar.

“Whoa!” Y/N shouted. “Let’s all calm down a second and ask Y/N what she’d like to do instead of talking about her like she’s not standing right here!”

Elijah let go of Klaus with a growl, turning his attention to Y/N.

The room fell silent, waiting for her to speak. “Freya,” she began. “Can it be undone?”

Freya crossed her arms over her chest and glanced at Elijah quickly before addressing Y/N. “Maybe, if given enough time...I’m doing what I can, but I’m not sure anything can be done if you lose yourself.”

Y/N nodded in understanding. She had been feeling it move within her. Each day it was stronger. She knew spending time with vampires only meant she had to fight harder, and she was beginning to tire. She had a few days at most. “Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s flush them out.”

Rebekah stood, clapping her hands together. “Looks like I have a party to plan,” she stated excitedly as she left the room.

“I won’t rest until I figure out how to fix this,” Freya promised. She already looked exhausted. Y/N thanked her as the witch made her exit as well.

Klaus sipped his bourbon, leaning against the desk. “Well then, it’s decided.”

Elijah’s eyes met Y/N’s and they were filled with hurt, as if she had betrayed him. “So it seems,” he said angrily as he left the room.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably.

Hayley cleared her throat. “Right, well, I’m going to go check on Hope and leave you guys to it.” She left briskly, smiling softly at Y/N as reassurance on her way out.

“He’ll come around,” Klaus remarked.

Y/N said nothing, her anger at the hybrid still on the surface.

He poured another drink, handing it to her. “And so will you, one day.”

She took the glass from his hands. “What is this, your version of an apology?” She asked bitterly, looking at the caramel colored liquid in her glass.

His face turned serious for a moment as he contemplated her. “I am sorry, you know.”

She sipped her drink. “I know,” she mumbled.

“Y/N, what you asked of me…” he paused and thought on his next words carefully for a moment. “You’re alive, that’s what matters.”

“There are worse things than death, Klaus,” she spoke dryly before putting the glass down. “Congrats on fatherhood, by the way,” she said half heartedly and left the room.

Klaus knew he wasn’t forgiven, but she had taken his peace offering, and he swore he’d earn her trust once again.

Y/N tapped lightly on the door leading to Elijah’s room. There was no response, so she pressed her ear against the dark wood, listening for any evidence that the oldest Mikaelson brother was inside.

She heard the faint tapping of a piano key. Surely he had heard her knock, which meant he was ignoring her. Y/N sighed and let herself into the room slowly.

Elijah sat at a piano in the corner of the sitting area, his back to her.

“Are you seriously sulking right now?” Y/N tried to lighten the mood but she got no response. She glanced around the room, taking in her surroundings. A sitting area, filled with books on rich mahogany shelves, and a deep red loveseat in front of a fireplace. A large doorway led to his bed, which was just as luxurious and Elijah as the rest of it from what she could see.

She approached him at the piano, sitting next to him quietly and bumping her shoulder into his playfully.

He shook his head dismissively. “Don’t do this,” he begged quietly without meeting her gaze.

Her fingers danced over the keys softly, playing the beginning notes of Mary Had A Little Lamb - the only thing she had remembered from her grade school piano days.

His hand drifted to hers, splaying out on top of her fingers and shifting them before pressing down on three fingers, playing a chord. His other hand played a sad melody that relaxed her as he continued to move her hand to play the next chord.

She turned, kissing his shoulder and he stopped playing. “I’ll be fine,” she whispered. “Besides, you’ll be there, too.”

He raised her hand to his lips, kissing her palm. His warm eyes met hers, resigned. “You do not leave my sight, do you understand?” He commanded.

She swallowed nervously and nodded. “Okay,” she promised softly, nudging her forehead against his.

He kissed her then, gently, his hands coming up to brush her Y/H/C hair behind her ears. He parted for a moment, sighing in defeat, knowing he wouldn’t be able to change her mind.

“I promise,” she said again. She turned so she straddled the piano bench, her body facing him.

He pressed his lips to her again, desperately this time. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he pulled her in front of him, her bottom resting on the piano, the keys protesting loudly.

“Elijah,” she panted between breaths but he moved on her, standing between her legs and pushing the piano bench back, his kiss demanding and his hands roaming.

She lost herself in him then, ignoring the discordant notes of the keys below them. Her legs wrapped around him and her hands were already working on his tie.

Elijah was merciless, moving his lips to her neck and hiking her skirt urgently. He pulled at the fabric of her panties, sliding them down and discarding them. He slid his hands over her clothed chest, working his fingers on the edge of the fabric, pulling roughly to free her breasts.

She moaned, her fingers working the top buttons of his shirt.

Elijah growled into her neck, his lips never leaving her. He reached up to her hands and pulled them down, moving them behind her back and holding them there in one of his large hands. He slid his free hand up her body, teasing her nipple before his grip found her neck. His thumb brushed against the puncture wounds he had left previous morning. He was already desperate to taste her again.

He pulled back, his eyes black with desire. This time he was not asking for permission. It was as if he was using all the anger and frustration he had built up from the last hour, soaking it with lust. He released her hands, but she didn’t dare try to fight for dominance. Elijah needed this, so she’d give it to him.

She knew she could say no. Even this commanding version of Elijah was giving her a choice, and she admired him all the more for it. She kissed him then, her tongue invading his mouth and he groaned into it, but she quickly pulled away, turning her head to give him access.

He didn’t hesitate the way he had the first time. His fangs pierced her neck once more. As he pulled the first swallow of warm blood into his mouth, his grip tightened on her neck. She felt dizzy with desire. Elijah reached down with his other hand, freeing himself and positioning himself at her entrance. He released her, licking at her neck to make sure no drop went wasted. He captured her mouth in another bruising kiss and buried himself in her.

She cried out, holding onto him tightly as he pulled back before thrusting into her once more. Her hands dropped to her side, slamming the piano keys, looking for anything to anchor onto as he took her.

Elijah groaned and picked her up, off the noisy piano, crashing their bodies into the wall, his pace never slowing.

All she could do was hold on. Her vision blurred as her orgasm rocked through her, but he continued thrusting into her, one hand locked in the tangles of her hair, his other hand bruising her hip and his face buried in the crook of her neck.

She reveled in the feeling that this man, so cool, collected, and disciplined, seemed to lose his grasp on control all together when it came to her. She felt the familiar tightening in her belly and shut her eyes tightly, letting the feeling of him wash over her.

Elijah began losing his rhythm and thrust into her harder, spurring her on. Her walls began to clench around him and he fisted his hand, pressing it against the wall, trying to hold on until she was satisfied. When she screamed his name and threw her head back, he felt her legs shake and he let go.

As he calmed he released his grip, placing her legs gently back on the ground. He stood for a moment, his forearms resting against the wall caging her in as he brushed the hair from her face.

She opened her eyes to find his locked on her, a storm of desire and admiration brewing behind the deep brown. “Y/N,” he spoke softly. “I -”

He was cut off by the sound of the door opening, and he made sure to block Y/N from view as he quickly adjusted himself.

“Well if you’re all done in here,” Rebekah’s voice interrupted, laced with annoyance. “I need to take Y/N to find a dress for tonight.”

Y/N felt her face flush with embarrassment and dropped her head to Elijah’s chest.

“Do you ever knock, sister?”

She rolled her eyes. “Lock the door next time,” she turned to go. “Meet me downstairs in five,” she called to Y/N over her shoulder.

Y/N groaned when the blonde Original disappeared, shutting the door behind her. “Oh my god that was mortifying.”

Elijah kissed her forehead. “Yes, well, as much as I’d love to keep you here, Rebekah is stubborn and doesn’t like to be kept waiting…”

She pulled in a deep breath. “Wish me luck.”

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[im-tops-bottom]

"watch where you are going you little piece of shit" Loki says as he shoves Tony aside before walking off with his boyfriend.

"god Loki and Stephen are such assholes. They were made for each other. I don't know how they became popular" Clint says as he helps Tony up and brushes the dust and dirt off.

"well they are good looking, Loki does acting while Stephen does music, they are rich and known how to make friends easily"

"and they are bullies. You coming over tonight?"

"I am not third wheeling tonight. You need to start spending some alone time with Natasha dammit. I'll be fine. Aunt Peggy said I could stay over tonight because apparently dad is drunk and mum is high. Whoo what else is new"

"I can't wait until this year is over. Then you, me, Nat, Pepper, Happy, Arthur, Diana, Rhodey and Carol can start getting ready for MIT. Hopefully those dumb shits didn't sigh up for it"

"seeing as those two love to bully me, I wouldn't put it past them. Rumour has it they are returning back to England. "

"oh poor Peter Parker. Better not tell Aunt May or she'll drag Peter back to America. If those two weren't bullying you then they were bullying your cousin"

"I know. I'll have a chat with Peter tonight and see what he wants to do and if I want to live with all parts of my body working to perfection then I'll tell May afterwards"

"this sucks. Come one lets head to our classes"

Clint drops Tony off to his class before glaring at the golden couple sitting right at the back as he makes his exit. Tony sighs at his table in front of Stephen and Loki. He ignores their attempts as he reads through his homework to make sure everything is correct. He quickly hands it over to the teacher before his bullies takes it off him and does something stupid.

After a couple of minutes of torture everyone settles down as principal Fury comes into the class with two baddass troublemaking looking hotties that has Tony feeling all kinds of things.

"class you have two new students today. They transferred from Hydra High to here to complete their last year of school"

Tony gulps because Hydra High was one of the worst schools in America. All the troublemakers went there and if you weren't one then you became one usually during your first year. They were full of tough people that always caused trouble. Normally students were from mobs/mafia backgrounds and knew the prison system really well. Security was big there that it made it look like you were at an American airport. These two with their leather jackets, ripped jeans, slicked back hair and smirks looked completely dangerous. Usually not the type of people Tony would want to be around and yet he felt like he was getting a boner.

Tony watched Fury leave after saying something and then looked at the 2 new students who, to his surprise, was staring straight at him. The blond one smiled and looked around the classroom getting ready to speak first.

"hi my name is Steve Rogers. Please call me Steve. I look forward to getting to know everyone real well"

Tony gulps as Steve eyes Tony up as he says his last sentence. Tony looks away as he feels his face heat up before his eyes lay on the second person who hasn't stopped looking at him.

"hey the name is James Barnes. Everyone can call me Bucky. Just like what Stevie said I look forward to meeting everyone. Let's make this last year"

Tony lightly gasps as Bucky smirks right at Tony as he finishes his last sentence.

"special"

The teacher pats Bucky and Steve on the back before telling them to go sit next to Tony. Steve sits on his left while Bucky sits on his right.

"Tony will show you around and help you with whatever you need until you get used to this place."

The teacher puts on a movie that the class will be writing an essay on as she sits down and goes through everyone's homework.

Tony now not only has to ignore the two douchebags but now also the two hot guys. He stares right at he tv as he gets ready to take down notes. He eye rolls as he hears stephen and Loki speaking to the two new people.

"I feel sorry for you guys"

"why?"

"you got stuck with this worthless piece of shit. How about hanging out with us and we'll show you boys a good time. It'll be way better than doing boring stuff. He never shuts up if you so much mention science or robots. He's just a waste of time and space. You wouldn't wanna be caught dead hanging around him"

"well lucky for me"

Tony feels Steve's hand on Tony's thigh

"and Bucky"

Tony feels Bucky's ha- wait is that metal? - on Tony's other thigh.

"are into pretty Bambi eyed brunettes who are into science. We'll probably won't be able to to hang out with anyone much at the moment anyway. We are signing up with the schools football team. We were jocks at our old school but got tired of the team being useless and transferred after hearing this school has the best team"

"damn straight we do. The best team ever"

Everyone looks up and much to Tony's relief it's Arthur. Arthur wraps a muscular arm around Tony.

"this is one of our best players in our team. He chose not to be Captain no matter how many times people ask. Arthur why can't you just be Captain. Ditch these losers and join the elite"

"you guys must be new. Just call me Arthur. Anyway come on Tony, Bruce has come returned and he's kicking up a storm."

"why doesn't Bruce handle Bruce?"

"ugh you got a cute scientist and a good looking rich man who are massive idiots for hanging out with you losers"

"no one asked you Stephen"

"well you should be handsome. Stephen is way too gorgeous not to look at or talk to"

"ugh I'm gonna vomit. Come on Tony"

Tony packs up and Arthur leads him out the door.

"are those two dating?"

"hell no. Tony isn't Arthur's type. If he had a vagina and looked like our best fighter Diana then yeah."

"that's good"

"got that right. Everyone would make Tony's life a living hell if wprd got out that those two were dating"

After class finishes Steve and Bucky head off to the cafeteria. After they are unable to find Tony they ask around and find out that he left campus to go eat with his friends.

They get out to the carpark after finding out where Tony went and took off.

Meanwhile Tony just finished eating and went out of the cafe with Clint and Natasha to smoke. Tony took off his glasses and stuffed it in his pocket before he sparked up.

They got to chatting about plans for the weekend when sounds of motorbikes come driving into the carpark and park right in front of the 3.

The three gasp as helmets come off to reveal Steve and Bucky. Steve is the first to notice and smiles.

"hey Tony"

Bucky seals the deal with a filthy smirk that promises good things to those that behave and a deep gravelly Brooklyn accented voice that would probably be able to make anyone harden and come in seconds.

"hey doll. Was wondering where you went off too. Had to have Stephen and Loki show us around. Let me tell you, it was real boring"

"ah yeah sorry about that. Did you guys follow me here?"

"no don't be silly baby. We didn't want to spend anymore time with the dynamic duo. Who are your friends?"

"the names Clint. This is my girl Natasha. So you two must be Steve and Bucky. The incredibly hot duo my friend can't seem to stop talking about"

"you talk about us?"

"you find us hot?"

Tony finishes his smoke and strolls back inside looking like a tomato much to Clint's delight.

"come in guys. I like you two. Come and kick back with us"

Steve and Bucky nod as they follow the couple inside. Clint places 2 seats on either side of Tony much to everyone's amusement (excluding Tony who looks horrified) and then introduces the 2 new people.

Everyone starts talking about school, life, memes and just random things. They all completely forget about school and it's not until Tony receives a call from his drunk father that they realize it.

"hey Tony what's wrong?"

"my dad wants me home. He told me I can't go to my auntie's house because I'm in trouble"

"what happened?"

"school called. Check your times"

Everyone except for Steve and Bucky look horrified.

"how can you two not be horrified?"

Steve grabs a hold of Tony's hand and drags him outside. Bucky stands up and pays for everyones food.

"we don't have parents to complain to. We have a mafia leader who is friends with principal Fury and he already knows what we are like so he let's us be."

"that's so cool. Well I better ring my mum before she has a field day over this"

"everyone Protocol Sunshine"

"what's protocol sunshine?"

"we use Tony getting bullied and how his parents are as a cover up if we so much as miss just one class because we all talk too much"

"oh that's cool. Well we will take Tony home and see all of you tomorrow."

"keep Tony safe"

Bucky nods not realizing to how much that one sentence means to Tony's group of friends. Friends that now Steve and Bucky are apart of. They may be badasses but it doesn't stop them from trying to be normal and makes friends they feel safe and good around.

Bucky sees a confused Tony sitting behind Steve and sits on his bike. He guesses Steve explained what they were going to do. The bikes turn on and they set off.

Tony is internally panicking because not only is his dad pissed off about school but he's not going to be too happy about this. Oh boy is he gonna get his ass kicked.

The boys drop tony off and give him their numbers before placing a kiss on each cheek and heading off. Tony takes a few breathes before making his way into the Lions den.

As soon as he steps inside he is immediately kicked down the front porch stairs as his drunk father starts yelling at him about all sorts of things. He starts beating the crap out of Tony causing Tony to scream in pain. He hears voices and sees his dad get knocked out before he blacks out.

Once Tony wakes up he feels pressed up against him. In front of him much to his surprise is Steve who looks like he had been crying. Behind him was Bucky who also looked like he had been crying. Tony frowns and wonders why do they care as he slowly gets out of the bed.

After going toilet, he heads to the kitchen and notices a tall man cooking something.

"uhm hello?"

The tall man quickly turns around and smiles as he motions for Tony to sit. Tony sits at the table and jumps as he hears a voice next to him.

"don't worry about him. He's mute and deaf. Hope you know asl"

"I do. One of my friends has a hearing aid"

"that's great. It'll come in handy. The names Friday and that's my older brother Jarvis. He's getting tea ready while our younger brother Vision is dealing with your shitty parents"

"shitty parents? Wait what happened?"

"well"

Tony jolts again from another voice and looks up to see Steve and Bucky coming into the kitchen. They sit down and explain how they saved Tony's life. Steve knocked Tony's dad out while Bucky called for the police. Thankfully they had Vision and his partner attend the scene so they didn't have to worry about false names and what not. Then they talk Tony back to theirs so their own nurse can patch Tony up.

"thank you guys so much for that. How?"

"well we wanted to turn around and come ask you on a date but then we turned into knights in shining armor. Our dad should be back soon. We told him what had happened so he wants to come home and meet you. We are trying very hard to prevent him from adopting you"

"but why?"

"well it would be wierd dating and adoptive brother. Bucky isn't adopted so it's not that wierd"

"no I mean why are you two doing all of this?"

"well for me it was love at first sight and I think Steve just wanted to bang you"

They talk and get to know one another until Vision returns home.

#Stuckony #part 1 #might be another part #clintasha #frostrange #there's several ships in here

[bechloeislegit]

25 Days of BeChloe Christmases

DAY 07 - MEETING THE FAMILY

Prompt from user blacktulips11 (on Tumblr): I really like to have a scene where they meet the family of one another.

Author's note: Slightly AU as this does not follow any of the Pitch Perfect movies; just uses the characters.

Beca Mitchell was out Christmas shopping with her girlfriend, Chloe Beale. They had been dating for almost four months and were helping each other pick out gifts for the other's families since they were all going to be in Atlanta for Christmas.

Beca couldn't help but stare at her girlfriend. Girlfriend. She loved being able to call Chloe that. They were so opposite that no one thought they would make a good match. No one but them that is.

Beca was a fairly well-known radio DJ in Atlanta, as well as a club DJ spinning in some of the more popular clubs. She made good money and was finally able to move into a nicer apartment. Chloe was a first-grade teacher at a local elementary school.

Beca had Stacie, her realtor, to thank for introducing her to Chloe when they came to the club to hear Beca spin. Beca had invited Stacie, who brought Aubrey, who invited Chloe and some of their friends from college. One introduction, and some major flirting later, was all it took; by the time Chloe left they had exchanged numbers and planned their first date.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Beca said as Chloe was looking at a sweater to get for Beca's mother.

"It only makes sense," Chloe Beale said. "Both our families are going to be in the area for Christmas. What better time for us to meet each other's families than now?"

"I feel like it's a disaster just waiting to happen," Beca said.

Chloe stopped what she was doing and looked at Beca. "You don't think your family is going to like me?"

"More like I'm afraid your family isn't going to like me," Beca said.

"My family is going to love you," Chloe said going through the sweaters again.

"Okay, so maybe I'm not worried about your family," Beca said. She turned Chloe to face her and took her hand. "You know how much I care about you, Chlo. I'm just worried about putting you into the lion's den that is my family. I'm mainly talking about my dad. You're my first serious girlfriend, and I don't want him scaring you off."

Chloe leaned in and kissed Beca. "I don't scare easily," she told Beca. "I like you a lot, and I'm not going anywhere."

"Fine," Beca said as Chloe turned back to look at sweaters. "Get the blue one. It's my mom's favorite color. She'll love it."

Chloe smiled and took the blue sweater from the rack. "These are buy-one-get-one half off. You should get one for my sister, Carrie. She loves sweaters, and her favorite color is red."

"What size?," Beca asked as she reached for a red sweater.

Chloe looked through the rack and pulled out a red sweater. "This one should fit," she said as she handed it to Beca.

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It was two days before Christmas, and Beca was at the airport picking up her mother. They got her mother's luggage and headed for Beca's apartment.

"Here we are," Beca said as she opened her apartment door and let her mother enter.

"Wow," Sarah Mitchell said. "When you told me you were getting a bigger place six months ago, I didn't realize it was twice the size of your old place. And, you have a second floor. I'm impressed. I knew you were doing well, but I didn't know you were doing this well."

"I get paid very well when I DJ at a club," Beca said. "Add in what I make as a radio DJ and the residuals for some of the songs I wrote, and I am doing really well."

"I'm very proud of you," Sarah said. "I always had faith in your talent."

"Too bad dad doesn't," Beca said. "He still thinks my job is 'just a hobby.' I should be thanking you, though. If it weren't for you pushing back at him for trying to make me go to college after I graduated High School, I'd be five years behind where I am now."

"Like I said," Sarah said. "I always had faith in you and your talent."

Beca's apartment door opened and Chloe walked in carrying several bags of groceries. "Hey, babe." Chloe stopped short when she saw Sarah standing there. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know your mom was already here."

"Chloe," Beca said rushing over to Chloe, taking a few of the bags. "What are you doing here already? I thought you had school."

"It was just half a day," Chloe said.

Beca led Chloe to the kitchen and put the groceries on the counter. Sarah came in behind them, and Chloe turned to her.

"Hi, I'm Chloe Beale, Beca's girlfriend. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Mitchell."

Chloe moved to hug Sarah but stopped herself and held out her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Chloe," Sarah said as she shook Chloe's hand.

"I'm sorry if I seem a bit surprised," Chloe said. "I didn't think you were coming in until later tonight."

"Sorry, that's my fault," Beca said kissing Chloe on the cheek. "I knew if I told you she was arriving early you would have wanted to go with me to pick her up. It's your last day before the holiday break, and I knew you'd want to be there for your kids."

"It's okay, Beca," Chloe said with a smile. "As I said, we had half a day, and I wouldn't have wanted to miss it." Chloe hugged Beca and turned to Sarah. "How was your flight, Mrs. Mitchell?"

"Please, call me Sarah," Sarah said. "The flight was fine. We did hit a bit of turbulence but nothing major."

"That's good," Chloe said raising her arms slightly and then dropping them down to her side.

"Mom," Beca stage-whispered to her mother. "Would you please hug my girlfriend before she starts bouncing off the walls."

Sarah laughed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know she was a hugger." Chloe got a big smile on her face as she and Sarah hugged. "Beca's a little less of a hugger, so I made an assumption you were as well."

"She's in big trouble when my family gets here," Chloe said. "We're all huggers."

Sarah laughed at the look on Beca's face. Chloe started unpacking the groceries, and Beca was helping. They moved together like they had done this before. Beca looked up to see her mother smiling at them.

"What?"

"Nothing," Sarah said. "Want to show me where I'm sleeping?"

"Go ahead," Chloe told Beca. "I got this."

Beca smiled and kissed Chloe before going to the living room and grabbing her mom's two suitcases. "Follow me."

Beca leads Sarah to the guest room and lays her bags on the bed.

"I thought you were only going to be here for like four days," Beca said pointing to the two large suitcases.

"I have my gifts in there, too," Sarah said as she opened one of the suitcases. "Help me unpack them so I can get them under the tree." Beca does as her mom asks.

"So, you and Chloe looked pretty domestic moving around together in the kitchen," Sarah said. "How long have you two been together? Three months? And she has a key to your apartment."

"We've been dating for almost four months," Beca said ignoring the mention of Chloe having a key. "She's the best friend of Stacie's girlfriend. Stacie is my realtor, and she's the one who helped me find this place. She's also the one who introduced us. You'll meet Stacie and her girlfriend, Aubrey, tomorrow at Chloe's brunch."

"Chloe seems nice," Sarah said. "I like her. You two look good together."

Beca let out a relieved breath. "Good," Beca said. "She's really special to me. I know we've only been dating for four months, but I already know I love her."

"Wow," Sarah said and sat on the bed. "I haven't heard you use that word about someone since you were sixteen."

"She's the real deal for me, mom," Beca said with a smile. "I am really nervous about meeting her parents. But, mostly I'm nervous about her and her family meeting dad and Sheila. I feel like this is the calm before the storm."

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The next day, Beca and her mom were getting ready to go to Chloe's for a nice Christmas Eve brunch. Beca fretted over what to wear and her mother laughed at her.

"You never worry about what you're wearing," Sarah said. "You usually have an 'I don't give a fuck' attitude and just wear whatever you want."

"I know," Beca said. "But I'm meeting Chloe's parents for the first time. I want to make a good impression."

"Let me give you a piece of motherly advice," Sarah said. "Don't roll your eyes at me, I'm serious. Be yourself. Otherwise, you'll have to keep up a charade whenever you're around them. Chloe likes you for who you are, not who her parents want you to be."

"Wow," Beca said. "That's actually pretty good advice. You're right. I'm going to be me and hope they don't hate me."

Thirty minutes later, Sarah was waiting for Beca in the living room. Beca came downstairs, and Sarah smiled at her. Beca had opted to be a bit festive and was wearing her black jeans with a red short-sleeved button-down shirt with Christmas trees all over it.

"You look festive," Sarah said.

"Chloe bought me the shirt," Beca said. "She said I needed a little Christmas in my wardrobe."

Sarah laughed and said, "You really do love her."

The mother and daughter were both smiling when they left the apartment.

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Beca and Sarah each carried a bottle of wine as they approached Chloe's apartment door. Beca stopped and ran her free hand down the side of her jeans.

"Here goes nothing," Beca mumbled as she raised her hand to knock on the door.

Beca was surprised to see someone other than Chloe answer the door. Chloe's apartment wasn't very big, and Beca could see an older couple sitting on the sofa.

"Hi, you must be Beca," the young woman said. "I'm Carrie, Chloe's sister."

"It's nice to meet you," Beca said. "I'm Beca, and this is my mom, Sarah."

"Nice to meet you, Carrie," Sarah said.

"You as well, Sarah," Carrie said. "Please come in."

Beca and Sarah entered the apartment, and Chloe came running over and grabbed Beca in a hug. She pulled out of the hug and took Beca's hand. She looked at Sarah and smiled.

"Hi, Sarah, I'm so glad you're here. I see you've met Carrie. I'd like to introduce you both to my parents."

Beca let Chloe lead her to the sofa and stood next to her. Her mother stood slightly off to the side.

"Mom, dad, this is my girlfriend, Beca Mitchell, and her mother, Sarah."

Mr. Beale stood and offered his hand to Beca. "It's nice to meet you, Beca."

"You, too, sir."

"Move, Carl," Chloe's mother said pushing the man aside. Mrs. Beale pulled Beca into a hug. "It's so nice to meet you, Beca. Chloe talks about you all the time. And, please call me Charlotte."

"Um, it's nice to meet you, Charlotte. This is my mom, Sarah."

"It is so nice to meet you," Charlotte said and stepped past Beca to hug Sarah.

Sarah laughed. "Chloe did say you were all huggers."

"That we are," Charlotte said and let Sarah go.

"May I take those?," Carrie asked indicating the bottles of wine.

"Oh, yes, of course," Sarah said as she and Beca handed Carrie the bottles.

Before anyone could say anything, there was another knock at the door. Chloe rushed over to answer it. The door opened and Chloe's two good friends, Aubrey and Stacie, were standing on the other side.

"Come on in, guys," Chloe said and stood aside. "Beca and her mom are already here."

"We can see that," Aubrey said as she gave Chloe a quick hug. "Hello, Beca."

Aubrey moved toward Beca as Stacie hugged Chloe. Stacie then moved to stand next to Aubrey.

"Hey, Aubrey, Stacie," Beca said. "This is my mom, Sarah."

"It's nice to meet you, Sarah," Stacie said. "I'm Stacie. She's Aubrey."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Sarah said.

"Hey, Chloe, can you help me?," Carrie called from the kitchen.

Chloe gave Beca a quick kiss on the cheek. "Have a seat. Brunch is almost ready."

Choe went to the kitchen, and everyone found a place to sit. Beca was a little nervous but found herself immersed in conversation with Chloe's parents and her friends. They were laughing and having a really good time.

Chloe looked out from the kitchen and smiled.

"You really have it bad for her, huh?," Carrie asked as she looked out into the living room.

"I love her," Chloe said. "I haven't told her yet. I mean, it's only been four months, but I know I love her."

"So, tell her," Carrie said.

"I wish it were that simple," Chloe said. "Beca's a little gun shy when it comes to relationships. I'm afraid if I say it first, she'll run. I don't want that."

"Well, everything's ready," Carries said.

"Great," Chloe said. "Hey, everyone? Brunch is ready. We're eating buffet style, so fix your plates and find a place to sit. I'll pour wine for everyone and bring it out in a minute."

Everyone got up and went to the food. Beca went to the kitchen to see if she could help Chloe with the wine.

Brunch with the Beales went really well. Beca and Sarah were getting ready to leave, and Chloe asked to see Beca privately.

"We know what really means," Stacie called out as Chloe led Beca back to her bedroom.

Everyone laughed, and Beca was glad they couldn't see the blush that came to her face. As soon as Beca was in Chloe's room, Chloe grabbed her and kissed her.

"I've wanted to do that since you walked in the door," Chloe said to a smiling Beca.

"Same. Can we do it again?"

After many more kisses, Beca finally pulled back and said they had to stop. Beca took Chloe's hand and led her out to the living room to find everyone smirking at them.

"What? Can't a girl get a goodbye kiss from her girlfriend?"

"You do know you've been gone like fifteen minutes, right?," Sarah asked.

"Okay, so maybe it was more than one kiss," Beca said with a laugh.

Chloe led Beca and Sarah to the door. She hugged Sarah and then hugged Beca, giving her a quick kiss.

"We'll be over around four tomorrow," Chloe said. "Is that a good time?"

"That's perfect," Beca said. "We'll have time to do our Christmas presents and get everything ready before you get there."

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Christmas day dawned bright and sunny. Beca was up early so she could make her mom's traditional Christmas breakfast casserole. At precisely eight o'clock, Beca was taking the casserole out of the oven and Sarah came down from her bedroom.

"Oh, my God," Sarah said. "Do I smell Christmas breakfast casserole?"

"Yep," Beca said. "It's a Sarah Mitchell tradition, and I thought I'd surprise you."

"I wasn't expecting you to be up yet," Sarah said. "I was going to surprise you with it."

"Eh, like mother, like daughter I guess," Beca said with a laugh. "Let's eat so we can open presents."

Breakfast was done, and Beca sat back patting her stomach. "I am so full."

"You did very well with the casserole," Sarah said. "It tasted just like mine."

"I did follow your recipe to the letter, so I didn't screw it up," Beca said. "I'm going to clean this up so we can open presents."

Beca made quick work of cleaning up breakfast. She and her mom exchanged their gifts and had more coffee. Beca checked the time and got up. She collected the coffee cups and went toward the kitchen.

"I need to get started on dinner," Beca said. "I want to the get the turkey ready, and then I have to make the cranberry sauce and pies. Could you make the garlic and herb mashed potatoes I like?"

"I'd love to," Sarah said. "I won't need the kitchen until later for those. Can I help with anything else?"

"Sure," Beca said. "Let's get started."

It was after three and Beca and Sarah had made three different pies, a cake, homemade cranberry relish, yeast rolls, and a corn casserole.

"I'm going to go take a quick shower and change before everyone gets here," Beca said.

"I'm going to put the potatoes on to boil and then do the same," Sarah said.

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At precisely four o'clock there was a knock at the door. Beca ran to answer it, and Chloe grabbed her in a hug almost knocking them both to the floor.

"It's good to see you, too, babe," Beca said with a laugh.

"Merry Christmas, Becs," Chloe said and gave her a quick kiss before going over to greet Sarah. "Merry Christmas, Sarah."

The rest of the Beales came in greeting Beca and Sarah. Beca told Carl to put the bags of presents by the tree.

"Does anyone want a drink?," Beca asked. She got everyone's drink request and went to the kitchen.

There was another knock at the door, and Sarah answered to find Ben and Sheila. "Merry Christmas. Come on in." Sarah led Ben and Sheila into the apartment. Beca came out and greeted them.

"Hey, dad. Sheila."

"Merry Christmas, Beca," Ben said. "Where do you want me to put these?"

"Just sit them next to the tree," Beca said. Ben did as Beca instructed and Beca went to stand by Chloe.

Ben took Sheila's arm, and they joined the group around the sofa.

"Um, dad, Sheila," Beca said. "I'd like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Chloe."

"It's nice to meet you, Dr. and Mrs. Mitchell," Chloe said. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, dear," Sheila said. "Please call me Sheila, and it's a pleasure to meet you, too."

"Ben," Ben said and shook Chloe's hand.

"This is Carl and Charlotte Beale, Chloe's parents," Beca said indicating the couple.

Carl stood and shook Ben's hand. "Nice to meet you."

Ben nodded, and Sheila greeted Carl and Charlotte. Beca pointed to the chair behind Ben and said, "And, that's Carrie. Chloe's sister."

After the introductions were done, everyone stood or sat around a bit awkwardly.

"Ben. Sheila. Can I get you something to drink?," Sarah asked. "We have wine, beer, water, juice…"

"Wine, please," Sheila said.

"Same," Ben said and Sarah went to the kitchen.

Beca leaned in to whisper to Chloe. "I'm going to go check on dinner. Will you be okay?" Chloe nodded and kissed Beca on the cheek. Beca went to the kitchen as Sarah was coming out with drinks.

"Don't just stand there, you two," Charlotte said. "Come have a seat. We can chat before dinner."

Sheila led Ben to the sofa, and they both sat. Sheila, Carrie, and Charlotte started chatting with Chloe. Ben and Carl sat there quietly observing the women. Sarah went back to the kitchen to help Beca.

Things were going fairly well, and Chloe excused herself to go to the kitchen.

"Do you guys need me to do anything?," Chloe asked.

"We are actually just about ready to eat," Beca said. "You can help me finish setting the table."

Beca and Chloe went to the dining room and finished laying out the place settings. Beca grabbed the platter and serving bowls and took them back to the kitchen.

Chloe and Sarah put the sides in the serving bowls while Beca carved the turkey and arranged it on the platter.

"Becs, you and your mom outdid yourselves," Chloe said. "Everything looks delicious."

"Thanks, babe," Beca said and kissed Chloe. "Would you mind telling everyone dinner is ready while we put everything out?"

Chloe went to let everyone know dinner was ready. She led them to the dining room, and Beca and her mom put the food on the table. Everyone talked about how good everything looked and sat down. Beca sat next to Chloe and squeezed her hand under the table.

"Alright everyone; let's dig in," Beca said.

Plates were passed, food was dished up, and everyone commended the chefs on the meal. Conversation flowed easily, and Beca was relaxed.

"Your place is very nice, Beca," Sheila said.

"Thank you," Beca said and smiled.

"So, how do manage to afford this place?," Ben asked. "The rent has to be high."

"I don't rent it," Beca said knowing this was just the start for her father. "I actually bought it."

"With what?," Ben asked with a laugh. "Somebody die and leave you an inheritance?"

"Beca bought it with money she earned," Sarah said.

"Did you finally find a real job?," Ben asked.

Beca tensed, and Chloe put a hand on her leg to keep her calm.

"I do have a real job," Beca said evenly.

"Oh, please," Ben said throwing down his fork. "DJing is a hobby, not a real job."

"Ben, stop it," Sheila said. "Look around you. From where I'm sitting, Beca's "hobby" pays quite well."

Sarah holds her tongue as she can see Beca getting angry. Carl and Charlotte look at each other not sure what to do. Carrie was biting her tongue, but she did not like the way Beca's father spoke to her.

"Pays well," Ben scoffs. "Did you get yourself into debt because you wanted to show off and pretend like you can afford this place?"

"Excuse me," Beca said and abruptly left the table.

Chloe jumped up and ran after her. Sarah and Sheila both glared at Ben.

"What?" Ben looked between the two women. "I'm not going to pretend like being a DJ is a real living. She needs to go to college and get a degree so she can get a real job. It's not too late."

Before either woman can respond, Beca and Chloe return to the table and sit down. Chloe has her hand on Beca's back as she hands Ben an envelope. He looks at it and then looks at Beca.

"What's this?"

"Open it."

Ben opens it and pulls out what looks like a check. He looks at, and his eyes widen.

"Why are you showing me this?"

"That's my paycheck from last Friday night where I DJed at Club Intrigue," Beca said. "I had them give me a check because I knew you would start in on how I can't make a living as a DJ. I want you to see how much I make. And, just to be clear, that's for just one night's work. So, dad, still think I don't have a real job?"

Ben swallowed and put the check back in the envelope. He handed it back to Beca.

"I make this much in one night as a DJ," Beca said holding up the envelope. "How much do you make in a year with your fancy degree and tenure? I work eight nights a month, and I make this much every single one of those nights. Plus, I work at a radio station. So, to answer your question, I have no debt. Everything I have I paid for in full."

Beca tossed the envelope on the table and sat back in her chair. Everyone remained quiet, and Ben cleared his throat. Beca looked up at him.

"I, um, I owe you an apology," Ben said looking at Beca. He then looked around the table. "I owe everyone here an apology. I'm sorry, Beca. I shouldn't have belittled your choice of career. Honestly, I'm jealous that you pursued your dreams and are doing what you love to do. I wasn't brave enough to do that."

"What did you want to do?" This was the first time her father ever expressed that he wanted to be anything but a college professor.

"You'll laugh," Ben said.

"Probably," Beca said with a grin. "But tell me anyway."

Everyone around the table smiled and waited for Ben to respond. Ben looked around the table with a wry grin.

"I, um. I wanted to play drums in a band."

Beca did let out a little laugh. "Oh, my God. I guess that's where I get my love of music from."

"So, why didn't you pursue your dream?," Chloe asked.

"My dad didn't think it was a real job," Ben said. "Ironic, isn't it?"

Sheila leaned over and hugged Ben. "I bet you look hot playing the drums."

"Ew, no," Beca said. "Don't put 'hot' and my dad in the same sentence."

"Not trying to start anything," Sarah said. "But, I think Sheila's right."

"No, just no," Beca said covering her ears.

"Carl plays the guitar," Charlotte said with a grin. "You two could form a band and call yourselves Two Hot Daddies."

Beca grimaced, and everyone laughed at her.

"Keep up that kind of talk and no dessert for any of you," Beca said.

Laughter ensued, and the conversation became more relaxed as they talked about band names and playing instruments.

Chloe leaned into Beca and whispered. "I love your family."

"Well, I love your family, too," Beca said and turned to face Chloe. "But, I love you most of all."

"I love you, too," Chloe said with a big smile. "I think this is the best Christmas ever."

"I agree," Beca said and kissed Chloe.

#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale