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i love you (always forever) pt. 2

Daryl Dixon x sister!ofc (Ladybug)

Summary: In the winter of ‘95 Daddy died. Leaving Lady to finish up her senior year in high school, and Daryl to brood over when to sell the house. The summer of ‘96 is the first time Lady feels alive. Daryl wants to give her one last summer before she has to grow up for real.

Setting: bumblefuck Georgia, doublewide in the woods, Dixon Property. Late June 1996.

Warnings: INCEST, poorly written SMUT, hardcore mackin’, dry-humping, oral (all around & a lot), size!kink (explicit discussion of how big daryl is compared to Lady), public stuff, fingering.

Word count: 7.2k (ish)

A/n: some things to note; Lady is 18, it’s mentioned in part 1 but I feel like I should still say that she’s not underage. Also, I feel like this has some pacing problems (more notes at the end) ?? Stuff that’s italicized in purple is dialogue being said in the movie they’re watching. Good luck guys

18+ mdni

// Part 1 //

I just keep on having all these strange thoughts.

What kind of thoughts?

Just thoughts.

Funny thoughts about you and me.

Tell me.

I couldn't.

They're just thoughts.

They don't mean anything.

Lady, in the face of picking a movie for such an occasion, had put on Blue Lagoon. It was one of momma’s and it wasn’t like she had such a big selection to choose from, just a bunch of made for TV movies momma had recorded and a few tapes Merle had stolen from the video store.

Lady doesn’t understand subtlety anyway.

You’re always staring at my buppies.

Only because they look so funny.

Lady didn’t necessarily like the movie because it was cousins, just the feeling it gave her. She put it on thinking maybe Daryl might feel it too. The lightning coming from inside to throb at the surface.

She’s surprised she’s still even breathing. Knowing he’s just waiting for her to do something. But he’d said… Lady knows the move she has to make is to kiss him. That’s what he’d meant. That's what people do first, before anything else.

Kiss him? Lady’s frozen; how would she even do that? She doesn’t know. Can’t figure out for the life of her what she’d do with her hands, how does she even get closer? What about her legs? Where is everything supposed to go?!

Lady would do it, she’d be on him already, if she could just figure out how.

“Bubba-“ her voice is soft. Too soft for Daryl to hear it.

Daryl’s nursing his 6th beer. Or maybe 7th. He’s getting pretty lost in all of everything that was happening with Lady. Up in his own head in an effort to definitely and absolutely not think about what was happening now. Whatever move Lady was trying to pull here with him putting on this tape. Of all the ones she could have picked.

Daryl’s gone a million miles away. Thinking about what had happened this morning. Again. Staring at the television unblinking as if it were projecting images of her. Lady and her sweet pink lips asking if she could touch him again. Her ass bouncing under her towel. And the way she didn’t even bat an eye when he came on her face. He feels like he’s fucking dying. His insides all twisted up. Gotta be because he knows it’s wrong. Definitely that and not because he really wants to feel her mouth again. Not because he wants to watch this time, and tell her how good she’s doing. Definitely. Not. That.

Kiss me.

You're all sticky.

So what? Kiss me.

Every time he does stop to feel bad about it he remembers that he didn’t even do anything. Lady did. Lady had asked for a kiss goodnight, and Lady had put her hands and her tongue on his cock while she thought he was sleeping. Daryl figures it’s not his fault he can’t stop thinking about what Lady did. With her soft-as-a-kitten hands and her sweet wet mouth. Fuck.

Completely stuck in this loop, he watches it repeat on the TV screen. Forgetting the reason he’d dissociated in the first place, the thing he was gonna be coming back to? Lady; probably definitely obviously wanting to do it again.

“Hey, Bub -“ Lady tries to get his attention one more time. “Daryl!” she claps her hands together so hard her palms burn.

Daryl blinks back to reality. “Huh?” he says it like a shrug.

The pause between getting his attention and what she was about to say is an eternity.

“Can I kiss you?” Lady, feeling so brave and still so so small against how special she knew this memory would be.

Daryl's heart doesn’t skip a beat, his breath doesn’t get caught in his throat. He looks down at the bottle he’s holding, trying not to smile, and shakes his head at her in amusement. He knows that if anyone else had heard what she was asking to do, if Daddy had heard? She’d be getting the whooping of a lifetime right now. But to Daryl it just sounds like something he knew she was gonna say. At least she didn’t say the word cock again, “Why, though? Why d’ya wanna? M’not even a good kisser, Bug. Can’t teach ya nothin’.”

Lady chews on the side of her lip, her head faced directly toward him while her eyes look anywhere else. Thinking of what to say, how to tell him. The words, her feelings, all jumbled up inside and trying to break out. She wants to be flirty and cute and romantic and have the one answer that would take away all his worries and shame and just be the brother she was used to. The one who aided in every scheme or plot or game she was playing. She pleads with her mouth to be fucking smooth. Be glib or flip or cool or sly or something. It’s not. Instead it vomits all her thoughts like she’d been choking on them.

“I was gonna ask if I could practice kissing on you. Ya know? Because I figured then you mighta felt like maybe you oughta. But then that felt too much like lyin’. Cuz I don’t wanna kiss for practice, Dar. I wanna kiss for real.” She stops to breathe, but there’s no second-guessing. “I just don’t understand what’s the big deal? I know it’s not allowed but I want to.” She finally looks at him, her voice serious, “I just want to and I don't get why you don't want to too.”

They both know she’s not just talking about kissing. “Jus’ not s’possed ta, Lay. ‘m s’possed t’keep ya safe.”

Lady looks at him like he’s lost his fuckin’ mind. Where was she ‘unsafe’? He wasn’t making any sense to her. She stands up and chugs the rest of the now warm drink. “You’re not makin’ any damn sense, Daryl, I am safe.”

Lady’s frustrated but she’s not heartbroken. Leaving the fort/living room to go to the kitchen and get another drink. Muttering to herself the whole way out of the room, “Why the fuck wouldn’t I ‘be safe’? What does that even mean? Stupid dumbass horseshit doesn’t even make any fuckin’ sense. Shit. Ass. Shit!”

Sometimes when Lady got real good and mad she’d turn into a little version of Merle. Same way Daryl did when he was angry. Same way Merle turned into a little version of their daddy. When Lady did it though, it wasn’t scary. Just was funny. Lady, so little and so angry and too damn sweet to actually say anything mean. Just strings of curse words and questions to no one.

She opens the fridge with an exaggerated sigh meant for Daryl to hear. Staring at the two wine coolers left, unsure if she actually wants another one. She thinks about what he’d said again. Keep her safe!? It was starting to sound like a lie. She clacks the underside of her knuckles against the fridge door and lets out another noise. A groan or a warble or shiver with a voice. Daryl isn’t sure what she's going on about but it makes him laugh from the other room.

Lady decides against having another wine cooler. instead fixing to steal Daryl’s joint from his pack of smokes and figure out if he was lying about being ‘cross-faded’ or whatever he’d called it. Maybe if she smoked, just a little, she’d be able to figure out the magic words. Lady steps just outside the front door quietly, hoping Daryl would get zoned out again and not come looking.

💕

Daryl’s still sipping at his beer and waiting for Lady to come back. Trying to find his own set of magic words to answer her question. Knowing without any doubt that he’s fucked, absolutely completely totally fucking fucked, the second he stops being able to come up with any reason at all.

💕

Daryl finds Lady sitting out on the front step. Her knees hugged up to her chest, she’s leaning forward and ripping grass from the ground. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it just as fast. Deciding instead to walk down and post up next to her.

Lady moves to make room for him but doesn’t acknowledge him more than that. Daryl feels around on the ground for the roach he knows he’s going to find because he can smell it. Once he does he brings it up to her face, “Ya smoke this?”

“Aliens. Just missed ‘em,” laughing to herself.

He puts the joint between his lips, smiling and feeling for his lighter somewhere in his pockets, “Yer real funny, bug.” His mind’s somewhere else. Doesn’t care that she didn’t listen and smoked the pot after drinking. She was safe. She was always safe.

Daryl takes a drag just a little too long and coughs out the exhale. Passing the joint to Lady while he’s working through it. She takes it, hitting it gently this time, and manages not to cough at all.

They just sit together for a while, watching the moon come out from its hiding place behind the clouds. Lady feels the shimmering faeries all over her skin, in her stomach. She can see them in the moonlight in her brothers eyes.

Lady’s been looking at him. Can’t seem to stop. Just staring at the small space between his jaw and his ear and the curl of hair that didn’t belong there. “You gonna grow it out now that Daddy’s dead?”

He moves his chin in a nod, just barely, “Think so.”

Her hand flits to the spot, taking the same strands she’d been staring at between her fingertips. It had only been a few months but his hair was longer than she’d ever seen it. Daryl moves his head to look at her. He didn’t mean to move in a way that put her fingers just so gently against his cheek, but it was too late.

They share a look in the same way they’d shared the silence - both of them knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Both of them thinking exactly the same thing. Daryl knows what she meant when she said she wanted to kiss for real. That she just wanted to feel it.

Lady and Daryl both move like they’re going to go for it at the same time. Lady stops. Her heart is in her throat and the faeries are buzzing right out of her body. Had she seen that right? Was he really about to?

Daryl doesn't let her hesitation stop him, leaning over and taking her lips with his own the way she’d wanted the first time she’d asked. A real kiss. Slow and passionate and on purpose. He’s in his right mind but he’s not thinkin’. Just doin’.

Lady eagerly returns every move of his lips with her own. Getting acquainted with the feeling and starting to understand the rhythm of it.

Daryl was lying before when he’d told her he wasn’t any good at kissing. He holds her still by the back of her neck, moving into her deeper. Lady opens her mouth the instant she feels his tongue slip across her lip.

One second they’re kissing under the moon; and it’s taboo and it’s ‘wrong’ but it’s almost innocent. Still so sweet, and filled with uncertainty —-

and then their tongues meet.

And they turn into something else.

Lady moans just at the feeling of his wet something touching her wet something. Daryl’s never heard her make a noise like that before and it ignites a new part of him. He needs to hear it again. To feel it again. Lady’s perfect sweet voice coming apart against him.

They’re immeshed. Their mouths moving against and with eachother, deeper and faster and with more everything. Like they were eating eachother alive. Legs knocking together, Lady’s clawing at his shirt and when Daryl moves his other hand around her waist she moans again, shaking.

He pushes his tongue almost all the way to the back of her throat. Even with them closed, Lady can feel her eyes rolling back into her head. Moaning again into his mouth, but this time it comes from somewhere deeper.

His fingers squeeze into her a little harder before he pulls away again. Just lookin’ at her. Eyes closed and trembling. “C’mon.” He pulls on her hand a little to get her attention, all lost in herself.

Lady knows he wants to get inside and probably back to the a/c but she's afraid once this moments over she’s gonna have to try and convince him for 5 more hours to let her do it again, “I don’t wanna go inside, I wanna stay out here kissin’ you.”

“Can kiss insi’, bug.”

She’s beaming, fished her wish and then won the fuckin’ jackpot. “For real?”

“C’mon.” Daryl gets up with Lady right behind. Before now it had always been the other way around.

💕

The second they get to the living room they melt back together. Not even one step past the sheet Daryl grabs her wrist and pulls her into him again. He doesn’t want to wait for either one of them to get stuck up in their heads again. It was too late anyway.

Doesn’t want to think about Lady. Wants to feel her. Needs to beg that tremble from her vocal chords again.

He pulls her down to the bed and on top of him. Helping her place her legs on either side of his hips. Focusing in on how soft her thighs are underneath his fingertips, he squeezes.

Lady pulls back, looking down at his hands so high up her thighs, his thumb dangerously close to her heat. She's beyond comprehending the things he’s making her body feel. A light almost inaudible gasp escapes her as he squeezes again, but that's not what Daryl wants to hear.

Daryl isn't thinking about the fact that Lady's never done any of this stuff before, he's not even thinking about the fact that it's Lady who's ontop of him. It's Lady that he's touching. Sweet little girl Lady, who'd barely even been kissed before just now. He's staring at the space between her thighs. Her tiny sleep shorts riding up her pussy and he can make out every detail through the thin fabric, lips spread and almost spilling out the sides. Daryl forgets for a second where he is, moving his thumb over just an inch, pressing hard into her clit through her shorts.

Lady let's out a surprised cry, her hips bucking forward into him, her body falling down with two hands flat against his chest. Daryl's cock twitches at the sound and Lady feels it right at her entrance. Her head shoots up and all of a sudden they’re looking each other in the eyes. With all the lights on.

In this moment, there's no hesitation. No question of if they should or shouldn't be doing this. The look shared between them is only comfort. Lady, knowing it’s Daryl, knowing he’d never let her do something the wrong way.

And when Daryl sees that blown out sparkle in Lady’s eye? Knows that look. She wants him. And if Lady wants it? Can't be ugly. Just can't.

It's only two seconds, but it's everything.

Lady's mouth is back on Daryl's like it had never left, her tongue pushing through to his the instant they come together. His hands move to her hips, grinding her down into him. She can feel him, hard like when she had seen it pushing through his boxers. Now hard and pushing up into her. The feeling, the thought, groaning into his mouth at all of it.

He does it again. And again and again. Pulling her and pushing her over his clothed length as she assaults his mouth. Her tongue and lips slowly losing rhythm until she moves herself to suck and bite on his neck instead. The noises coming out of her are the most precious he’s ever heard.

Eventually Lady starts moving her hips on her own, and Daryl can feel the bump of her hard clit as she grinds herself on top of him.

Lady’s got one hand behind his neck and the other gripping at the fabric of his shirt like it's going to save her. She’s humping her brother like sometimes she humps her pillow, hips moving in deliberate circles, so close to an orgasm she can taste it. Soft light mews coming from her lips in breaths. She can't look at him, she wants to forget he's even there. She's embarrassed. But she cums anyway.

Cascading through her limbs before tiding back to make room for the shame. Her hips won't stop shaking and she's afraid to look at him.

Daryl’s high on the whole fucking experience. Watching, feeling, hearing Lady come apart ontop of him.

Daryl's going to hell. Knows it and doesn't care. Something about it being his sister is sending him over the fucking edge. Of course it was gonna. Kissing is one thing. Being used for your cock so your little sister can hump you until she cums is something else.

He pulls her up against his body a few inches. Weaving his fingers through her hair to hold the back of her neck, he kisses her forehead. Smiling deviously against her skin, “Y’wanna make me cum again?”

Daryl had only ever been comfortable talking to one girl like that, and that was a real long time ago. But with Lady he didn't have anything to hide or be worried about. Knows she's gonna say yes, knows she'd get mad if he'd wanted to and hadn’t asked her.

Any embarrassment Lady had been feeling is forgotten like she'd never felt it in the first place. She sits up. Looking down at her fingers as they play with the fabric of his tee-shirt all bunched up against his stomach. “With my mouth?” she asks with a coy smile.

“Only f’ya wanna.”

“Well, is that what you meant?” she looks him in the eye, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah, s’what I meant.” he nods, gliding a hand from one thigh, over her stomach, and then onto the other one. His other hand reaching behind her body to squeeze her ass. Daryl’s not worried about being too forward. Not thinkin’, just doin’.

Lady shivers under his touch, his needful hands feel so much better than the ones she'd imagined. Never thought it would feel so much bigger than skin on skin and different kinds of pressure. To be desired? To be touched simply because he wanted to and couldn't help himself — it radiates into her soul.

“I wanna.” She nods with a whisper, moving off of him to sit and wait.

Daryl gets up and falls back into the couch, beckoning Lady over with a nod of his head. As she crawls towards him Daryl’s working on his belt, his button, his zipper, but he’s just staring at her. God, even his ex-girlfriend never looked that desperate to suck his cock.

Lady was chomping at the fuckin’ bit waiting to taste him again. Sitting between his legs, staring. Waiting. He finally works himself free, and Lady is melting into a puddle of drool. She sits up on her knees to get closer, but Daryl’s stroking himself slowly and she’s never seen something so…

With Daryl leaned back and looking at her like that, doing that. She’s never seen anything so fucking hot. Doesn’t even have another word to describe it. So. Fucking. Hot. So goddamn fucking hot that it rewires her brain chemistry.

Daryl smirks, which to Lady just makes it hotter, he can’t believe she’s watching like this. He can’t believe how much he’s getting off on her watching. Never did this in front of a girl, not even his ex-girlfriend, and they’d done everything.

“S’what? Don’ wanna use tha’ mouth yet?”

She shakes her head quickly, but her eyes are fixed, “I do, I do.” She opens her mouth like she’s gonna keep talking but closes it. Daryl notices the way her eyes go big and seem to sparkle when he gets to the bottom of his stroke. He holds himself around the base and lets the full heavy length of his cock wave back and forth.

Lady’s so turned on that the, “Holy shit,” she’s thinking tumbles out of her mouth and into the air.

Daryl, with his fingers still firmly gripping around the base, directs himself down toward her. His cockhead only centimeters from her open mouth. “A’least spit on it, bug.”

She’s so mesmerized, she doesn’t look up, “For real?”

“For real, gimme a good one like I taught ya.”

She haucks a good one right on the tip, only an inch away from her mouth. He pulls himself up and out of her immediate reach again, using her spit to coat his aching appendage. Daryl wasn’t really jerking off, just showing off for Lady. Honestly? He was torturing himself.

Now, covered in wet saliva, Lady can see every glimmering detail. Every ridge and vein and he’s holding himself tight again, it’s so fucking big. “Is everyones this big?”

Daryl gives an unexpected laugh, “S’not tha’ big, bug.”

She reaches her hand out and wraps her fingers around him, just above his hand. Daryl groans at the feeling of her. She’s trying to figure out if she can close her hand around him, but apparently she can’t, “Look, Dar, my fingers don’t even touch.”

“Fuck,” the word comes out just like the groan. Lady likes hearing Daryl like this. All a mess because of her.

She smiles before biting her lip, “It’s thicker than my wrist, bubba.”

“Is it?” He asks her, with a playful smirk. He only asked to get her to prove it. When she lets go of his erection to hold her wrist next to it for comparison Daryl grabs her grabs her hand. Pulling her arm up by her palm he measures his dick next to the length of her forearm. Jesus fucking goddamn Christ.

Lady, after being thrown off by him grabbing her like that, just gawks. They’re the same fucking size. His cock and her whole fucking forearm. “What the fuck?!”

“‘m big n’all but Lady, yer little.” He lets her have her arm back but she’s still just holding it up next to him trying to figure it out. How was that ever gonna fit inside her?

“It didn’t look that big this morning.”

“Don’ gotta be scared. F’ya wanna stop, we can.”

“No! No,” she puts her hand back around him, “don’t wanna stop.”

Daryl’s hand is right below hers, he starts to move up on himself hoping she’ll follow. She does, placing her pinky over his index finger as they both start to jerk him off together. Lady’s not using nearly enough pressure, so he moves his hand from below hers to around. Squeezing her fingers tighter, moving her hand faster than they’d been.

Daryl starts to finally feel it building, getting closer to an orgasm than he’d been all night. His eyes close for only a few seconds before he hears and feels Lady spit on his cock again.

“Fucking christ, bug.” He says, looking down at her. Sitting up on her knees with her lips spread just waiting for him to put it in her mouth. He guides himself, in her hand, to her outstretched eager tongue.

Lady just watches it get closer until she can devour him. Not like this morning, she laps at him with no abandon. Licking and sucking at his head like she was making out with it. Daryl’s eyes keep closing at the feeling, and he keeps opening them to watch.

Fucking beautiful. Absolutely perfect. She doesn’t know a damn thing about sucking a cock and it shows. Still feels like heaven, still’s gonna make Daryl bust a fat one. Can feel it, he’s just about to, and then Lady takes his whole head in her mouth while looking up at him at the same time.

“Fuck, Lady. M’gonna.”

She knows what he means, but why was he telling her? Was she supposed to stop? She doesn’t, instead she takes him even further into her mouth, eyes flicking back up to his again.

Daryl and Lady are completely locked onto each other as he cums down her throat.

Lady could feel it happening before it happened, his cock getting even harder before it pulsates between her lips.The first shot goes to the back of her throat, making her gag, but she stays put. Taking all of it.

Daryl watches Lady doing her best to swallow it. Coming to terms pretty quickly that he came down his sister's throat. The fact that it was while looking in her fucking eyes is a little harder. He puts himself away before joining her on their bed. Laying her down on his chest while they both stare at the ceiling.

“Didn’t have ta swallow it.” He tells her.

“I wanted to.”

“Did good, bug.”

“I know.”

He laughs, his rumbling chest shaking Lady’s head slightly, “Oh? Y’know? How’s that?” She didn’t do that good.

“Shit, Bug, fuck. Jesus christ ‘m gonna cum.” She makes groans and grunts in between curses.

“Alrigh’, quit it.” He regrets asking.

Lady sits up to rewind the tape and Daryl stands to turn the lights off. Meeting back in bed, Lady curls up into him, and they both finally manage to fall asleep.

💕

For about a week Lady and Daryl do that night on repeat. Drinking a few drinks, smoking a little pot, making out while Lady humps him until she cums, and then Daryl sits on the couch and Lady sucks him off.

She’s gotten better at it. A lot better and real fast. Daryl had to show her a couple things, but he didn’t count it as teaching her. Just showing her how. Doesn’t know why he thinks they’re different, but one felt dirty and the other one didn’t. Didn’t wanna ‘teach’ Lady anything. Just wanted to experience it with her.

Lady didn’t need much showing how anyway. She’d picked up the sucking part, using both hands, her tongue and her lips. She’s started using her cheeks and her throat too.

Today Lady had asked Daryl if she could blow him while they drove around town. He’s got his keys in his hands before she even finishes asking.

💕

Lady’s laying down on her stomach across the bench seat of the truck, feet kicked up in the air, Daryl’s cock lolling out of her mouth as she lays her head on his thigh to look at him.

Daryl glances down for a second to see her hand holding his length flush against his leg, mouth around the head of him, suckling his cock like it’s a lollipop.

At least once a day Daryl’s sure he’s witnessing the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his whole life. He pulls over onto the side of the road. Lady’s been at this for 10 minutes and he could probably last longer but he doesn’t want to.

She doesn’t move while Daryl parks the truck. She’s learned to recognize the look on his face, and how it meant she was doing just exactly the right thing. She’s still laying on his thigh, one hand on his cock to keep it pointing down and into her mouth while she sucks just the tip of him off, swirling her tongue all around.

Daryl throws the truck in park. Looking down, he grabs her head with both hands, pulling her just barely off of his thigh so he can move his hips. With both feet planted to the floor and his back against the seat he starts fucking into the back of her throat. Her cheeks stretching out around the girth of him made all the more explicit by the light of day. She starts making that noise again. Daryl pulls Lady off of him by both sides of her head, a string of saliva still stuck to his dick goes with her, glinting in the sunlight.

At least once a day Daryl’s sure he’s witnessing the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his whole life, “Why d’ya like it like tha’?”

She’s staring at him with wide eyes, her voice small, “Whad’ya mean?” If Lady could have it her way she’d live with his cock in her mouth.

“When ‘m rough. When ‘m doin’ the work.”

“Never liked workin’, Daryl.” She goes to move herself back to him, but he holds her head still.

“Lay, no. Wanna know why.” But Daryl can tell by Ladys expression that she doesn’t even know. “Figure it out.”

He lets go of her gently, allowing her to go back to doing whatever she wanted to be doing with him. Daryl puts the truck back in drive, figures he’d give Lady some more time doing her new favorite thing.

💕

“Y’good, bug?” Daryl leans down over her shoulder to ask. They’re walking the farmers market. Not some nice fancy fruit and veggies stand, the farmers market. Everyone and their momma trying to sell old tape collections and knick-knacks like it’s a permanent yard sale. As Lady was walking in front of him he’d noticed her moving around all funny. Doing an uncomfortable dance to readjust something without anyone noticing.

“Shuddup.” She hisses back at him, an unmistakable blush spreading across her cheeks.

This just spurs him further, he skips a step to be right up against her, “Wha’s goin’ on in yer pants?”

She stops and turns around to face him, their bodies so close but not touching. Lady takes a quick look around, there’s a bunch of people nearby, walking right past them, but no one’s looking at them.

She sighs, reaching down into her shorts before pulling her hand out and putting it in Daryl’s face. So coated in her own slick that it stretches to fill the area between her fingers when she moves them apart. Daryl wonders if he could blow a bubble with it, and then immediately pushes her hand back down and looks around to see if anyone else had watched her do that.

Seeing that no one’s caught them at the very same time he feels it, his own hand, now covered in her.

Daryl had been losing his fucking mind over her. Her down there. Her pretty pussy that he hasn’t gotten to see or taste or feel. Yet. He’s not ever gonna push her to do something, he’s not even gonna ask her. She’s the one that’s gotta ask for it. That’s gotta want it. So it can’t be ugly.

Lady’s looking at him, waiting for some kind of reaction, til Daryl lifts his arm with a smile and a nod. Aggressively and publicly sucking on the side of his hand. The bit between his wrist and his pinky and part of his palm, all coated in sticky perfect sweet Lady. He looks down at her with a grin before walking away, knowing she’d follow.

She’s on his heels, grabbing his wrist as he weaves through the crowd. Lady pulls hard on his arm to get him to stop moving right when they’re in the thick of it. People bumped up on every side, Daryl turns back to face her and Ladys right up against him, hugging him and pulling his hand between them. Pushing him down the front of her pants, she spreads her legs and urges him further by his forearm.

It happens so quickly Daryl can’t even react at first. His hand just pressed against her. Soft, and warm, and so wanting. Her cunt was so wet and running down her legs it knocked the wind out of him. So wet his fingers slip right through her delicate folds and rub right up against her clit and her hole at the same time. Lady reacts with buckled knees, holding on to his arm for stability. Her eyes closed and her body shuddering around his hand.

He pulls back out just as quickly, righting Lady to stand up straight. He doesn't look around to see if anyone's watching, just takes his wet fingers and slowly puts them against and past her parted lips.

Time seems to stand still, eyes locked on each other, Daryl's fingers edging deeper into her mouth. And then someone bumps into Lady, her body rocking forward and into her brother's larger frame. Wrapping his arm around her, he starts pulling her back through the market. Ending up along the fence that bordered some woods. Thick and on a decline, Daryl knows no one will see them back here.

Lady doesn't know the plan, but she's too turned on to care. So burning up that even the tall grass itching at her skin feels like little lightning kisses.

It's not long before Daryl decides they've gone far enough. He pushes Lady up against a tree, just looking down at her while he tries to catch his breath. She’s looking between them, starting to mess with his belt before he stops her with one hand, “Thinkin' ya migh’ lose yer min’ soon if ya don' jus’ ask.”

She lets go of his belt, keeping her hands in his, “...ask what?”

“Fer me ta touch ya, bug. Yer so fuckin’ wet I don' know how yer still walkin’ around.”

She blushes, and tries to get out of his grip on her against the tree. Daryl lightens up a bit but doesn't let her go, “are ya always like tha’?” he asks.

She looks toward his chest instead of up at him, biting the side of her lip while nodding gently, “I mean, yeah….”

“Need ya ta ask, bug.”

“Why?” She finally looks up at him, genuinely confused.

“Cuz. Gotta be you tha’ wants it.”

“You don't want it?”

“‘nough ta ask.” He tries to clarify but she still doesn't completely understand. Daryl shakes his head, “Forget it. Jus’ cuz, Lay. Cuz I said.”

She nods, scanning the ground next to them like it has the words to put together, “I don't know what to ask for, Dar.” She puts her hand against his chest, “I want it all.”

Daryl smiles, can't help it, Lady doesn't even know what to ask for so she sucks his dick in wanton misery for a week and then when she finally does ask it's to go all the way. Lady fucking would.

“Lay, ‘m not fuckin’ ya fer the firs’ time out in the fuckin’ woods behind the market. Jus fuckin’ ask me ta touch ya b’fore I take ya home instead.”

“Touch me.” She says it before he's finished talking.

Daryl's on her in an instant. Overwhelming her mouth with his own, finally letting his hands feel her everywhere.

He starts at her breasts, which he's already touched over her clothes but never underneath, never pinching and rolling her nipple between his two fingers before now. Her gasp ebbs into a moan as he continues to squeeze and prod at her.

Daryl leans back, breaking his assault on her mouth to pull up her shirt and assault her there instead. But once he's got his eyes on her exposed skin he just stops. His hand coming up to grab at her again, cupping the small soft mound of flesh with his whole hand. Watching as his thumb brushes over her nipple, hard and pink and perfect. He traces his fingers down her stomach, rubbing his free hand over his dick.

Daryl's fingers come to rest at the hem of her shorts, looking up at her before pulling the waistband down past her hips, then onto the ground.

Lady just watches, letting her body sway with the pull of her clothing being removed. Steadying herself with her hand on his shoulder to keep from falling over. Daryl feels her hand, and for some reason it makes him want to stay down there. Hadn’t been planning on it, was just gonna touch her with his hands. He figures touching with his tongue is still just touching, and she’d already asked for that.

Besides, Lady puts her mouth on him all the time. Still, Daryl looks at her before he does, leaning in and peering up. Making it obvious what he was silently begging permission for. Lady meets his eyes, responding to his request by stepping one foot out of her shorts and spreading her legs.

His face buries up and into her, licking every spot around her pussy. Her thighs and all the strings of her mess, his tongue taking large swathes up each side of her lips. Lady’s legs are already shaking so much that both her and Daryl realize she’s not going to be able to stay standing on her own.

“S-sorry.” She squeaks.

“S’okay, bug, just don’t know where to put ya.”

On your cock, she thinks. Lady’s brain can only think about his cock. How she knows it’s hard and in his pants and not in her mouth. Sure, Daryl’s mouth on her feels good, but it’s not the same.

“Just want you inside, Dar.” She’d been good at just dealing with the ache, it seemed to ease when he was in her mouth. Even though it wasn’t what her body needed, she guesses it’s close enough.

She's not looking when he invades her hole. One finger, and she’s shaking and shivering and every muscle in her body tenses up.

Daryl goes to pull out and Lady scrambles to hold his hand where it is. He huffs a laugh, “Shit, Lay, was gonna put it back in again.”

She’s not listening, her ears ringing, her vision whitehot and blinding. Daryl pulls out of her only to stand up. Lowering his head down to take her lips. And like it was every time Lady and Daryl kissed, they’re ignited. More than before. Everything seems to escalate their desperate need for each other. Their want, their desire itself, seemed to feed its own flame.

Daryl’s hands are at her naked hips, Lady’s losing herself in his mouth. She hadn’t realized that she’d put her feet together until Daryl’s hand pushes between her thighs and moves her legs apart again. He pushes his finger back into her, breaking their kiss and pulling a moan out with it. He pulls his finger out slowly, not all the way, before pushing back in again, just feeling her warm walls clenching tightly around his finger. He can’t stop himself from adding another. Wants to stuff her full and change her whole fucking life.

She groans and he presses himself against her body, fucking his two fingers into her as deep as he can reach. Daryl makes sure she’s braced tight between himself and the tree, pushing against her hard to keep her still, before he curls his two thick digits inside of her. His fingertips petting the so-soft spongy part of her, they don’t stop even as her back tries to arch her right off the tree and onto the ground.

Daryl peels her from the bark, keeping my her up with his knees bent so she can reach her arms to wrap around his neck and hold on. He keeps moving his fingers hard against her g-spot, that groan coming out between gasps and other moans and yelps and every beautiful sound Lady could make.

Daryl leans Lady back into his arm, still assaulting that spot with his fingers but instead of curling them into her he starts moving his hand back and forth inside her with his shoulder and forearm. Pulling and pushing, the sound of her cunt squelching into the air, the sopping sounds getting audibly wetter.

Lady leans back so far in Daryl’s arm that he decides to just place her onto the ground. Hadn’t wanted to do that, but it’s too late. Lady, on the ground naked from the tits down and looking up at him like she doesn’t even believe what she’s feeling is real. “Please.” She whines, Lady’d never asked like that before.

He wishes he could fuck her in the woods, even if it was gonna be her first time, but he just can’t. “M’gonna, jus’ lemme look atchya.” He’s squatted down next to her, rubbing his rough palm all over her blushing naked skin.

“You can look when we get home for as long as you want, please, Daryl.” There she was saying it again. Begging him. Lady can’t take it, the cool ground feels refreshing against her flushed body, but the heat is coming from inside and Daryl was right. Lady was close to losing her damn mind.

Daryl watches her writhing in front of him for a beat longer than he needs to. Can’t help it, definitely sure this time that this is the hottest thing he'll ever see in his whole life. Lady's bare body all down in the sticks and dirt with her legs spread. Her messy pussy swollen and red and waiting for him.

He puts his hand down on her chest, running his fingers along her skin so lightly. So barely there. Lady trembles, closing her eyes at the feeling, her back arching off the ground, “Please.” She begs again, grabbing onto his arm and trying to push it between her legs.

Daryl shakes her hands off his arm and continues to kneed at her breast. Grabbing hold of it harshly before bringing his mouth down to lick flat long purposeful strokes into her nipple.

Her eyes wide as she raises her head to look down. Her tit in his hand is lewd. The nipple filled out with fat and puffy, she watches until he completely envelopes her between his lips. The wet muscle of his tongue flicking deep into her nerves, her whole body starts spasming underneath of him.

And then it's. Oh, it's everything. Lady is on fire from the inside again, like when she hit Daryl's pot the very first time and she'd turned into a rabid dog. And now she's feral in heat in the woods, her desperate cunt being filled by her brothers thick fingers and she burns. Burns so hot and alive it rips through her body in screams that Daryl's never heard before. Don't think Lady's ever made before.

She's primal. Screaming and moaning and panting and falling apart. Faeries burning alive and singeing every inch of her soul on the way out.

As she's coming down, Daryl easing his fingers out of her, a high pitched whistle cuts through the air.

6’ tall and dirty. Hairy and sweaty. Roughneck. 20 feet away and just staring at them. Daryl moves quick to cover Lady up as she scrambles her top down and back to her shorts by the tree.

“Fuck off.” Daryl calls back flipping him the middle finger, while Lady wrestles her shorts on. The man just watches, doesn't do anything else. Watches as Lady and Darly hurry away and out of the woods.

💕

Lady scoots over on the bench seat as they roll down the road back to their house. She goes to put her hands on his lap but he moves them away.

“What's wrong?”

“Know tha’ guy.”

“So?”

“Wha’ if he knows you?”

“He doesn't.”

Daryl nods, using his free hand to grab a smoke. Lady helps him light it and they drive home in silence. Lady, curled up next to him. Daryl, a million miles away worrying, for the first time, that maybe he shoulda said no. To the drive, to touching her, to what they were doin’. To all of it.

Didn’t think before now how maybe it could hurt Lady. How if anyone found out…

Cursing himself to hell and not back because he doesn’t deserve it. Shouldn’t have taken her out in them woods like that. Not the same as their woods. Those woods don’t know shit about keepin’ secrets.

💕

A/n: I also cringe so hard when “bust a fat one” but it's Daryl and it's 1996 and I just. It just is, okay? It's in the middle of some of his internal shit and IT just IS. (I wanted to delete it so many times but I can't. I've come to terms with it, so should you. pls)

As far as pacing… this type of relationship takes buildup and I couldn’t figure out where to cut down. Like I took out about 1k in the first “scene” and it still feels like it’s dragging to me but I also feel like I’ve read it too many times to know. Also the smut parts… I feel this need to detail and describe and it’s probably overboard but when I’m reading fic I find myself always wanting more of that so idk. Maybe it’s too much? Idk I’m new I’ll figure it out.

Ty for reading 💕💕💕

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Her Gryffindor

Part 3 of my Leander series

Part 1 - It's Not a Date 🌶🔥

Part 2 - I Don't Kiss and Tell 🌶❤️

Leander Prewett x F!MC 🔥🌶❤️🔞 NSFW

She couldn't find Sebastian anywhere and the panic was starting to set in. She hadn't seen Leander either and her mind was creating all sorts of awful scenarios. She didn't want either of them to get hurt.

MC wasn't one for tears. They were a sign of weakness and she tried to avoid it if she could, she had learnt at a very young age to hide her weaknesses to avoid being bullied. It was a habit long practised. However, right now, she could feel the burn of tears at the backs of her eyes.

It was an unfortunate side effect of being close to someone, she realised. When you let them in, there was the potential to get hurt. Holding people at arm's length prevented it but, the closeness she now shared with her friends was something she would fight for, hurt for. They were worth it.

The sun was setting. She had missed dinner, but she wasn't hungry. Feeling tired, her throat still aching after the choking experience in the forest, she made her way to the Slytherin common room. The great snake door slithered into place and she entered, the cool ambience soothing as she descended the staircase.

Imelda rushed towards her as soon as she entered the common room. "Finally," she said, taking her arm. "Where on earth have you been?"

"I was looking for..." MC trailed off. Sebastian was sitting on the sofa, head in his hands. Ominis was beside him, his face set in cold disapproval. MC's stomach clenched.

"What happened?" She asked. She looked at Imelda and Imelda winced.

"They had a fight," she said. "Sebastian and Leander. And not a fight with wands either, although it did start that way. It ended with fists."

MC stared at Sebastian, but he wouldn't look up at her. She looked back at Imelda. "Where's Leander?"

"Not sure," she admitted. "The fight was in the Viaduct Courtyard after dinner. We broke it up before any professors came along. I think Garreth took Leander away."

MC sighed, but Imelda wasn't finished. "Erm, everyone knows. About you and Leander. There was a lot of shouted insults..." She trailed off, throwing an evil glare Sebastian's way.

MC moved towards Sebastian, standing before him. Still, he would not look up at her. "Look at me," she demanded.

Ominis sighed. "Don't be a fool, Sebastian."

Sebastian looked up at her. MC sucked in a swift breath. His face was fairly banged up, Leander had certainly given his fair share of hits. She folded her arms, resisting the urge to take a closer look at his bruises and cuts. "What were you thinking?"

"He wasn't thinking, that's the point," Ominis muttered. "Lashes out first, to hell with the consequences."

Sebastian glared up at her, face hard, cold. "What were you thinking? Letting that filthy Gryffindor put his hands on you."

MC flinched. "I didn't realise I needed your permission," she snapped. "Last time I checked it was my body."

Sebastian stood in one fluid motion. "Last time I checked you were mine to touch, now you're putting it out to him, of all fucking people MC. It's disgusting!"

Her hand flew up without even thinking about it. The slap she delivered to his cheek resounded sharply across the common room, his head swinging viciously to the side. Her palm stung from the impact and she wrung her hand, wincing, her breaths coming in quick gulps.

Both Imelda and Ominis gasped in surprise.

"Bastard," MC hissed. Those tears that had threatened earlier welled up in her eyes, hot and fast. She tried to gulp them back, but it was no good. They spilled free.

Sebastian stood still, stunned. Then, slowly he swung his head back to look at her. His cheek was reddened where she had struck him, adding to the already colourful array of bruises. His eye was watering on that side, leaking down his cheek as if he was crying too.

He said nothing, just stared as he wiped his cheek dry with his hand. MC choked back her tears, backing away from him. She couldn't stand this. This was exactly what she had wanted to avoid.

Imelda moved towards her. "MC..."

MC held up her hands. "No, please," she sobbed. "Don't touch me. I need...I'm sorry. I can't do this."

With one more heart broken look at Sebastian, she ran for the stairs. She had to get out.

....*....

Leander hissed as Garreth wiped a cotton pad soaked in potion over the split on his eyebrow. Sebastian had thrown a few good punches, but Leander had tackled him down to the ground pretty fast. He grew up wrestling with an older brother, he knew how to fight when he needed to.

Garreth gave him a rueful smile. "I guess there won't be any need for sneaking around anymore after this," he said.

Leander gave him a grim smile. "That's if she will even speak to me. I made a bit of a mess of Sallow's face."

"He did kind of deserve it though," Garreth said. He dabbed at the cut again, and not that gently. Leander swiped the pad from his fingers and did it himself. Garreth grimaced. "I don't think he will be coming back for another pop at you, though. Nice moves there, mate. I'm impressed!"

"I can't believe she told him and didn't warn me," Leander said. "I haven't seen her all day."

Garreth shrugged. "Maybe she didn't get a chance to. Sebastian was rather wound up, maybe they argued too. I'm sure she will talk to you about it, mate. Try not to worry."

It was late when Leander finally went to bed. He wasn't even tired but thought he had better try. Tomorrow was the last exam, and he should get some sleep. He wondered if MC was okay. He missed her, ached for her, worried that this was the beginning of the end.

Feeling restless, and drawn to the desire of being near her, he dressed and slipped quietly from the Gryffindor common room. Walking the castle at night was oddly peaceful, and he arrived at MC's secret room in no time. He thought about leaving a note for her there, a point of contact in the hope that she wouldn't slip from his grasp.

There was no need for a note. She was there, sitting huddled against the cushions by the light of a single candle, her face blotchy and tear streaked. She looked up in surprise to see him in the doorway.

"Leander," she whispered.

His brow creased in concern as he entered the room. "Are you alright?"

She stared up at him, and then her face crumbled, fresh tears spilling from her eyes. She held her arms up to him and he immediately hurried to her. He dropped to his knees and pulled her into his embrace, cradling her head against him.

Her fingers clutched at his robe as she sobbed against his chest. He rocked her, smoothed his hand over her hair and pressed light kisses onto her head. He hated seeing her like this. She was strong, stubborn, fiery, and seeing her so sad broke his heart.

"It's alright," he whispered. "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. It's going to be okay."

Her tears slowed and she wiped at her cheeks. She lifted her head and studied his face, her fingers tentative as she explored the cut and bruising to his jaw. "Does it hurt?" She whispered.

He shook his head. "I'm fine."

"I'm sorry," she said. "You didn't deserve this."

"It's not your fault," he said. He took her chin in his fingers, his thumb brushing her lips. "I just hope it hasn't changed anything between us."

"No," she said, immediately. She shook her head and held his face in her hands. She held his gaze, her eyes shining from her tears. "I'm not letting you go."

His heart fluttered in his chest. He soothed her tears from her cheeks and bent to press a soft kiss to her mouth. She kissed him back, so soft and gentle. When she looked at him again, the intensity in her gaze stole his breath.

Something was different. Her kisses were slow, seductive even, and she kept eye contact with him as she slowly removed his clothes. Her kisses were soft as she pressed them to his throat, his shoulders, her hands smooth and sensual as she caressed him.

She pressed her nakedness against him, arching upwards as though hungry for the contact as he lay above her. He kissed away her tears, his mouth lovingly pressing kisses over her breasts, his hands cupping them and relishing her soft moans.

She rolled them both, straddling him, rolling her hips against him, her gaze burning into his. He smoothed his hands over her hips, tracing the exquisite curve of her waist. She guided him inside of her, arching as she took him deeper. He groaned, squeezing her perfect backside as she began to move.

There was no urgency, just a slow build of desire, he moaned, whispering to tell her how good she felt, how much he wanted her. His hips rocked to meet her sensual rhythm, his hands holding her firmly by the hips.

Afterwards, they lay together, wrapped closely in each other's arms, and he pressed soft kisses to her hair. There was no doubt. He loved her. He could feel it, like a warm blaze in his chest. It almost hurt, how precious and amazing she felt here in his arms. It didn't matter if she didn't feel the same, he would still love her.

They didn't return to their common rooms that night, they made a make shift bed on the rug and slept in each other's arms. Nothing had felt more right.

....*....

MC picked at a slice of toast, her stomach a ball of lead. Today was the last day of exams. School was almost over. It was bittersweet. She looked across the Great Hall towards the Gryffindor table, Leander's eyes finding hers immediately, his soft smile loosened the tension a little, and she smiled back.

Something had shifted between them, something soft, fragile, and she felt the need to protect it. She sighed and gave up on the toast. A gentle hand reached for hers and gave it a squeeze. She looked down at the slim, pale hand and instinctively leant her shoulder against Ominis. His calm, steady presence beside her was a comfort.

"He will come around, MC," he said, quietly. "Even if I have to nag him from dawn till night. You know what he is like, brash, stubborn, foolish. But underneath, he loves you. I think that's half the trouble."

MC frowned and squeezed his hand. "He's an idiot. Why didn't he say anything sooner if he wanted more from me? Maybe I would have given it a try, I don't know. I always thought it wasn't like that. But, its too late now. I have feelings...I like Leander, Ominis. I want to try with him."

Ominis smiled. "Then be happy, MC," he said. "But don't get too swept up in your new romance. I will expect to see you once we graduate. I am going to miss our morning chats."

Oh gods, she felt the burn of tears again. She sucked them back and lay her head on his shoulder. "I love you, Ominis, you're my family now. You're not getting rid of me that easily."

....*....

It was done. MC had done everything she possibly could have when it came to exams, and now she was free. She walked the grounds of the castle, the warm summer sun on her back. She had organised a room in Hogsmeade, a temporary place to lay her head while she figured out a more permanent solution. The shop was doing well, so she had an income.

Hogwarts had been the first real place she could call a home, with people she cared for. It was going to be a wrench to leave here, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to take that leap. It was scary.

Sebastian was ignoring her. It hurt, there was no way to hide from that. But she wasn't going to go running to him this time. She loved him, missed him, but she had forgiven him so much over the years. This time he needed to earn it. He needed to be sorry. She was not going to apologise for falling for someone else.

Yes. This softness in her heart, this glow that lingered after Prewett had touched her, it was a delicate little flame that was being nurtured by every long look he gave her. His hands stirred it, his kiss made it flare hotly, but most of all, his presence was a comfort that she was easing in to.

As she made her way towards the Summoners Court board, she saw him playing a game with his sister. Muriel's giggles drifting across the lawn as her ball rolled off the board and Leander laughed, bending to help her have another go at it.

"Room for one more?" She asked. They both turned to her. Muriel smiled brightly and clapped her hands. "MC, it's you! Yes, please come and help me beat my oaf of a brother," she said. She grabbed her hand and dragged her up onto the boards.

MC met Leander's gaze, her smile for him a delicate curve, a secret exchange of awareness between them. He didn't touch her, just smiled, the soft smile he reserved only for her.

"Maybe we could make this a little more interesting," he said. "Winner gets a prize?"

"Oo, what's the prize?" Muriel asked. She looked between the two of them and a sly grin curved her lips. "How about you two play and the winner gets a snog?"

MC smirked at Leander. "Isn't that how this all started in the first place?"

Muriel frowned. "How what started?"

Leander blushed and dipped his head. "I still say you lost on purpose."

Muriel gasped. "Merlin, you two have already snogged haven't you?"

Leander ruffled her hair. "None of your business," he grumbled. "Come on, let's play. Winner gets a box of treats from Honeydukes."

MC was amused at his bashfulness. She hadn't thought he might be shy about public displays of affection. She decided to take matters into her own hands though, and moved to slip her arm around his waist. He looked down at her in surprise, his cheeks darkening further.

She looked up at him, uncaring of who saw, and winked. She looked at Muriel and smiled. "You were right about his hugs, Muriel," she said. "They really are the best."

Muriel did a little dance and clapped her hands. "My brother and the Hero of Hogwarts," she squealed. She rushed to wrap her arms about them both, the three of them squished into an embrace. MC laughed in delight, returning the sweet girls affection. When her eyes met Leander's she almost couldn't breathe at what she saw in them.

Suddenly, life after Hogwarts didn't seem so scary after all. She smiled, and tried to convey the warmth in her heart as she gazed back at him. The words were there, buried deep, but she wasn't ready to voice them yet. She was savouring them, learning to appreciate what they meant. But, she would tell him. She just needed to be ready.

....*....

The 7th years were gathered in the Great Hall, the headmaster and Professor Weasley on the platform preparing to hand out the slim envelopes containing their futures, their NEWT grades.

MC wiped her hands on her hips nervously. So, she owned a shop, she wasn't preparing for some huge career, but those results would show if she really had earned her right to be here. Her throat was dry. Fear was a tricky thing, and usually she faced it head on, solid and true. Today she wasn't so sure.

A steady hand on her lower back made her sigh. She looked up at Leander and managed a tight smile. "I just know you will have the best grades," she said. "You're a bit of a nerd after all."

He chuckled. "Thanks, I think," he said.

She bit her lip as she looked up at him. "Oh, it's definitely a compliment, Leander. Nerds are very attractive in my opinion."

They stood holding their envelopes, staring at them. "You first," she said.

Leander nodded and ripped the pale cream envelope open, pulling out the parchment and scanning the page. MC held her breath. Then he laughed. "Fuck! I did it!"

She hurried to look at his results. He was right. He had smashed it, despite her dragging him off and distracting him. There was another envelope inside and he pulled that out, a confused frown on his face. When he opened this one he paled, and then a bright flush soon followed.

"I've been accepted on to the professor training program," he gasped. His hands shook. "I can understudy here, at Hogwarts..."

He had to stop, swallowing hard. MC felt her heart squeeze for him. It was what he had wanted. And a selfish part of her was inwardly screaming. He would be close to her, she could see him everyday once term started again.

Ignoring the other students in the hall, the staff, everything, she threw her arms around his neck, nearly knocking him off his feet. She squeezed him so hard he grunted, his arms coming around her waist. "You deserve this," she whispered fiercely. "I am so proud of you."

He was choked. He merely nodded and looked at the acceptance letter again, shaking his head. He mentally shook himself and gave her a nudge. "Now you, open yours," he said.

She stared at her envelope and hesitated. She thrust it towards him. "I can't," she said, flushing.

He pushed it gently back towards her. "Come on now," he said. "Surely some of that Gryffindor bravery has rubbed off on you. You've got this."

He was right. With a deep breath, she opened her envelope and stared at her own results. Her lip trembled. Top marks across the board, even in Arithmancy, and she owed that to him. She nodded, words escaping her. He took the parchment to see, and then it was her turn for a bone crushing hug.

It might not have meant a whole lot to some, but those results were the proof that she belonged in this world. She had earned every last one with her very blood. But she hadn't done it alone. Her friends had helped her. A tight sadness clenched her heart, missing the one who had always been at her side since day one.

She looked up at Leander. "Give me a minute?"

"Of course," he said.

She slipped from his arms with the promise to meet back up with him shortly. She clutched her results in her hand and moved through the hall, chatting quickly with some friends and sharing their congratulations, but there was one face she needed to see.

She caught the back of Sebastian leaving the hall, alone. She hurried after him. He'd always had a quick stride, but she jogged to catch him up, reaching for his arm. He halted, his surprised gaze meeting hers.

She held up her parchment. "I did it," she said, softly. His eyes dropped to her grades, scanning them quickly. "I just wanted to thank you. I couldn't have done half of it without you, and I appreciate it. I didnt want you to leave without knowing that."

He nodded, his eyes guarded. "You're welcome," he said. "And you shouldn't be surprised. You are a brilliant witch, MC. One of the best." His smile was small, sad.

"What about you?" She asked.

He shrugged, easy, carefree. "I did alright, enough to see me right with the Ministry."

"I didn't doubt you for a second," she said. She turned awkwardly, a little nod to him as she made to leave.

His hand caught her robe and she paused, looking back. He stared at her a moment before pulling her in for a tight hug. He buried his face into her hair. "I'm sorry, for everything," he said. His fingers were in her hair, sliding through to hold the back of her neck. "Be happy, MC. That's all I ask."

She swallowed thickly and returned his hold on her. "As long as you promise me the same," she murmured. "I love you, Sebastian."

"Not how you love him, though," he said, pulling back from her. He brushed his fingers under her chin, his smile beautiful. He bent to press a light kiss to the tip of her nose and smirked playfully. "Just remember though, if it doesn't work out with your Gryffindor, you could always come and find me. You know I can never say no to you."

She blushed and swiped at his hand, a laugh bubbling up her throat. "You're a bloody nightmare, Sallow," she sighed.

He grinned and stepped away from her, hands sliding into his pockets. "Don't be a stranger, MC. Come and visit us in London. You're always welcome."

"I will," she said. "As I said to Ominis, you're my family now. You're stuck with me."

She watched him walk away, robe billowing out behind him, the familiar swagger of his step making her smile fondly. He was a rogue, and she would miss him. But, she had her own path to tread now, and she needed to get back to it.

....*....

Summer was in full force and slipping by quickly. It had been busy around the family farm, and Leander had been lending a hand, helping with the harvest and around the house. But today, he was waiting at the train station. MC was coming for her promised visit, and his heart ached to see her. The frequent owls they had exchanged wasn't enough. He craved her skin, the mischievous flash of her eyes.

When she stepped from the carriage, her hair swept up, soft strands framing that perfect face, he stilled. Her beauty slammed into him, the days apart had only magnified what he had been missing. A strong surge of imposter syndrome swept over him and he was rooted to the spot, heart hammering. Why was she here to see him?

She turned, eyes searching, and then she saw him, her lips lifting into the smile that he could never resist. She ran, her heels clicking on the platform, she dropped her suitcase without a care and launched herself at him. He unfroze his limbs in time to catch her, sweeping her up off her feet and burying his face into her soft sweetness.

Fuck, he had missed her.

She leant back, cupping his face in her hands. "I've missed you, Gryffindor," she said. She pressed her lips softly against his, searching his mouth, moaning quietly into his kiss. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "All the way here, all I could think about was how I want you to sneak me off somewhere and fuck me until I can't breathe."

He gasped, desire flooding through him, his cheeks colouring up at her words, and right here on the train platform no less! Her smirk was wicked and she kissed him again. "Not lost for words are you? Or, have you gone off me now?"

"No fucking chance," he said. "You know, I always thought Slytherins were meant to be cold and ruthless, but you are hotter than a firecracker!"

She smirked, wickedly. "Get me alone and I can play ruthless if you want me to, I do like a good tease."

He let out a desperate groan, his cock already aching to be buried inside of her. He put her feet back down on the ground and kissed her forehead. He took hold of her hand. "Let's get you home."

....*....

The Prewett home was cosy chaos. That was the only way MC could describe it. It looked lived in, loved, and his family were equally as charming. She sat at the kitchen table, a large mug of tea in front of her and a plate that was literally a mountain of homemade cookies.

Mrs Prewett was fussing around her, ensuring her every comfort. Leander had been right about her being small, and he had already received a slap for patting her on the head over lunch. MC had smothered her giggle, and Muriel had been her little partner in crime when it came to getting a blush out of Leander over the table.

She had been made to feel most welcome, not even the brief second of silence at the revelation she was a Slytherin had dampened the mood. The Prewett's were not judgemental in the slightest.

George, his brother, was even taller than Leander, his arms and neck strong from labouring on the farm. He bent to take a cookie from the plate and gave her a little wink. "What are you doing with our Lee then, MC? He is definitely duelling above his weight with you," he chuckled. "I can't believe he had the nuts to go after a Slytherin."

Mrs Prewett gave a little cry of protest and smacked his leg with her tea towel. "Watch your language in my kitchen, thank you very much," she scolded. "And in front of our guest too!"

"Your brother is very charming, actually," MC said. She thought about the night in Hogsmeade, when she had made him chase after her, his reward her kiss. "Let's just say he was relentless and I was powerless to refuse."

George quirked an eyebrow. "Sounds intriguing, do tell," he grinned.

"Right, that's it. Tea break is over," Mrs Prewett sighed. She gave George a nudge towards the door. "Go on, back to work."

MC pressed her lips together, fighting her smile as George was shooed out of the kitchen, his hand making a grab for one more cookie as he went.

Mrs Prewett gave her an apologetic look. "Forgive my firstborn," she said. "Like all the boys in this family, their mouths tend to land them in hot water more often than not."

MC smiled. "No apology needed," she said. "My skin is thicker than it looks, and I'm not afraid of a bit of banter."

Mrs Prewett settled into the chair adjacent to her. She gave MC a scrutinising look. "My Leander has done nothing but talk about you since he got home from school, it's rather sweet if you ask me," she said. "He was always such a shy, awkward boy. He seems different somehow, more confident. You make him happy."

MC blushed and lowered her gaze, she fiddled with her mug. "He makes me happy, too."

Mrs Prewett's smile was knowing. She gave MC's hand a little pat, and leant in to speak quietly. "I was watching you both at lunch, the little looks you two share. I remember what that feels like, dear," she said, warmly. "I've put you up in the spare room, but don't worry about the creaky floorboards. Mr Prewett sleeps like a log, and I know how to turn a blind eye." She tapped the side of her nose and winked.

MC gasped in surprise. "Oh...I..."

Mrs Prewett chuckled and stood, waving off her protest. She went to fetch the tea pot. "Top up?" She filled MC's mug. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Just make sure you're taking the potion. No babies just yet, plenty of time for them after you two have enjoyed time alone together."

MC gaped and shifted in her seat awkwardly. Babies? Potions? Mrs Prewett speaking to her about intimate things? She'd never had a mother, never had these talks with anyone other than gossip in girls bathrooms, or the school nurse.

Mrs Prewett seemed to see her discomfort and she put her hand on her shoulder. "Sorry, did I embarrass you? Forgive me," she said. "I can be a little blunt sometimes I suppose. But, Leander told me about you, that you are an orphan. If you ever need a woman to talk to, please, come to me. I know how scary things can be when you're trying to find your way. My door is open to you, to both of you. Whatever makes my boy happy, makes me happy. And you put the best kind of smile on his face."

MC stared at her. Tears burned the backs of her eyes. In less than a day she had been accepted with open arms. It was staggering. "Th...thank you," she whispered.

Mrs Prewett squeezed her shoulder affectionately. "Right then, let me get a glass of something cool for Lee, shall we? He's working hard out there in that sun, you can take it to him, spend some time with your man."

....*....

Still a little overwhelmed, MC wandered across the yard towards the sound of an axe hitting wood. Leander was swinging it, chopping fire wood, a pile of split logs gathered beside him. MC paused in her step. He was shirtless, sweating, she stared at the ripple of lean muscle as he swung the axe down. A little sound left her throat and she was tempted to take a gulp of his drink that she held in her hand, because Merlin! She was suddenly parched.

She moved closer and he paused, smiling as she held out the glass. He took it and drank deeply, his throat working, beads of sweat trickling down his neck.

"Give me that," she demanded. She took the glass and put it on a nearby wall and grabbed his hand. "Come on, now, Prewett."

"What...where?" He stuttered. "I need to finish those logs."

"Sod the logs, I want you. Now," she gasped. She eyed him hungrily. "Fucking hell, you're so..."

She groaned and pulled him in for a kiss. "Where..." She was panting. "Before I lose my shit in your mother's garden."

He chuckled and dragged her down past a shed, the pair of them giggling as they ran down a dirt path and into the shadowed cool of a barn. There were huge bails of hay stored in there and he led her around into a secluded corner, backing her up against the bales, his mouth hot and hungry on hers.

She slid her hands over his sweaty chest, moaning, grinding her hips hungrily against him. "Gods," she groaned. "This is fucking hot, I love you like this, all sweaty and filthy."

His mouth was on her neck, sucking deeply, and she slid her hands inside his trousers, seeking his hardness. He squeezed her backside, sliding up her skirt, and she wrapped a leg around his waist.

It was frantic, breathless, he thrust hard and fast and she dragged her nails up his sweaty back, her own back scraping against the prickly hay bales.

He knew what she liked now, his hands seeking out her pleasure, and she came apart under his care, biting her lip against the climax that ripped through her. She clung to him, she had missed this, the connection their bodies made. They just clicked together, the bond growing ever thicker. She was beginning to wonder why she had ever hesitated over him.

She bit his lower lip and urged his own release out of him, watching as he gave it to her, his cock buried deliciously deep. Oh, fuck, she had it bad. For the first time in her life, she thought she would be willing to put her heart in someone else's hands.

....*....

It was late, the moon was high and the sky was a blanket of stars. Leander leant his head against MC's where it was settled against him. She was sat between his legs, back to his chest, his arms securely around her as they sat on the roof. They had climbed out the window on to it, something he had been doing ever since he had been able to.

The wide spread of rolling countryside spread out before them, his father's fields and beyond draped in shadow. The night was still warm, and they were in nothing but their nightclothes, and he was savouring the moment. It was pretty damn close to perfect.

She shifted a little, tilting her face up to his. He smiled and kissed her forehead. She was toying with one of his hands, stroking her finger tips along his knuckles like she always did.

"I love you, Gryffindor," she said, softly. "I hope you realise that."

Her words were so soft, he thought he might have misheard her. The roof felt like it shifted underneath him and he thought he might topple off, his arms tightening around her instinctively. "You...really?" He stared at her, stunned.

She smiled and shifted to take his face into her hands, she put her nose against his. "I love you," she said, louder this time. Then she tilted her head back, a laugh spilling from her lips, she called out. "I love Leander Prewett!"

He grabbed her closer, pressing a hand to her mouth as she giggled. "Shush, you'll wake everyone!"

"I don't care," she said. "I want the whole world to know. I love you."

He thought he was going to cry. His throat closed up. "Girls like you don't love boys like me," he choked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked. "Now you listen to me, Prewett. You're smart, generous, kind, and you make me happy. Not to mention the way you make me feel when you fuck me the way you do, mmmm...gods, its so good."

He stared, heart pounding. He brought his fingers to her face. "But, you are so beautiful, so powerful, you could have anyone you wanted," he said.

"And I choose you," she said, simply. Then she frowned. "What's the matter with you? Are you trying to talk me out of it or something?"

"Gods, no!" He said, holding her tighter. "I'm never going to let you go, not ever. I love you too, so much. I just didn't think you would feel the same way about me, but that didn't mean I would stop. I would love you wherever you were, because you're you."

She smiled and kissed him, sliding her arms around his neck. Immediately, their passion began to burn, and she shifted again, trying to press up against him. Their balanced wobbled and they froze. He gasped. "Maybe we should get off the roof," he suggested.

She giggled. "Yes, because falling off is not in my plans for tonight."

"Oh, really?" He asked. He slid his hand downwards, dipping them under the hem of her pyjama top to seek out a deliciously soft breast. "And what are these plans? I'm afraid there are no graveyards around here to seduce me in."

"I thought we could take a blanket out to that barn we were in earlier," she whispered. She sucked his lower lip. "You can take me for a roll in the hay, farm boy. What do you think?"

He moaned appreciatively, kissing her, aching for her. "Anything for the girl I love."

Thank you for reading. I hope that my fic shines a little light on this side character. It has been a fun ride learning about who he could be, and how MC would fall for him. ❤️

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #leander prewett #leander prewett smut #mc x leander prewett #leander prewett x mc #blueraineshadows

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Almost - 1

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, NSFW 18+ content MDNI, mentions of heavy drinking and getting drunk, drunken fluff, drunk foreplay inc. dry humping, oral fem!receiving, cheating(?), pining, angst, comfort (?), stupidly complicated, surprising and agitating

part 1 - 8.4k words ; part 2 - 6.7k words

A Miya Osamu x reader ft Miya Atsumu one shot, is this one shot?

a/n: y'all can cuss me on this piece LMAO, more clues, read between the lines and you might pick up more clues

Blaring beats, an ocean of alcohol and drunk people, intoxicating smell, annoying big feet of people not being kind on your own, flirty gestures, incessant stranger grindings, travelling hands.

Ugh.

"Drink."

You shouted at your friend's ear and you didn't wait for her to respond. She's busy with someone else, you doubted she heard you. You rolled your eyes as you made your way to the bar counter, dodging people along the way.

You were with five friends when you got here, and now, the only friend you're with is dancing and grinding with someone else, leaving you to yourself. You wanted to go home. Why did you even give this bar hopping a chance? You still have reports to finish. You kinda regret having an apartment so close to the nightlife alleys of Osaka.

"Y/n, it's going to be fun, come on!"

"Don't be a KJ. Let's goooo~"

"Unwind, Y/n. Go out there and flirt!"

And the last one just offered you a laugh because she knows you're giving in all the same.

You pursed your lips as the bar counter comes to view. You ran a hand on your bare face and fixed your topー

ーthen you saw that hair you'll recognize anywhere.

Done with this part? Go to part 2.

You stuttered in your steps, the other alcohol creatures blurring, eyesight focused on his hair and built, the expanse of his back. Your breath quickened and your feet turned to the door's direction, heartbeats louder than the bar's music.

"'Samuuuu~ that 'ya?"

Fucking shit.

Out of the door., Y/n.

"'am with friendsss, 'ya know them~"

Fuck. Fuck!

FASTER!

"Oh! One's there! Y/n~"

I'm gonna kill her later., you thought as you turned around. The last thing you wanted to happen is him getting suspicious about you avoiding him and his fucking Miya ego.

Your lip twitched at your friend who's giggling now, making distance from the man, giving you space in between. You unconsciously cleared your throat before settling down, fiddling your fingers as you waited for somethingーanything. Until your friend groaned at your side.

"Two stiffs!" She laughed and wobbled out of her high chair. One hand combing her hair back, she flashed a lopsided smile, can't even see straight. "Alright, 'am gonna dance~ 'Samuu~ keep her company, 'yea?"

Furrowing your brows, you looked over your shoulder as your eyes followed her, not even waiting for Miya Osamu to respond. You let out a shaky laugh as you faced the counter again, the bartender eyeing you from the other end if you might want him to whip you a drink.

"What are 'ya drinkin'?" Really, Y/n? Is that your first line of conversation after so many years?

"Sum'thin' ta get me drunk?" Of course.

You smiled awkwardly at the bartender as he makes his way to your direction, "Can 'ya give me more of his drink?"

"ThーThat's notー" You didn't miss the fast flicker of the bartender's eyes to Osamu for a moment. "That's not a ladies' drink, miss? And it's a mix just e-exclusive for S-sir Osamu?"

You raised a brow at that stuttering from the bartender. "So you're a regular here? And why can't I drink tha' mix? I'm a grown up now. We're both 19."

Osamu scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. Your eyes reveled at the drinking side-profile of this disgustingly attractive man, his adam's apple bobbing as he gulped down his sip. You saw how his tongue peeked through his lips to lick the smeared mix, you sucked a breath and closed your eyes momentarily as you saw him in Osamu.

"Give 'er 2 of this, Rami. She's a grown up, she says."

"Thought 'ya were stayin' in Miyagi?"

You started a futile topic as you waited for your drink. But futile? Your brows shot up when he side-eyed you while tipping his shot glass to his lips, you nearly smirked. He's still the same old Osamu 2 years ago. Everything about her invites him in.

"Will be stayin' here in Osaka ferーdon'noーtwo weeks? Three?" His fingers ran up and down his shot glass as he stared at it. "Might go see 'Tsumu an' stay with 'im within that period."

You hummed as the bartender, Rami, slid a shot glass of Osamu's mix. "So how was Miyagi?"

"S'okay."

The shot glass was cold to your touch as your fingers ran round the brim. Your eyes were fixed on the red mix inside it, ripples to the edges, as the questionーor more like a rhetoric question or maybe a declarationーsat at the edge of your tongue. And you smiled, chuckled.

"Yer still in love with her."

And without missing a heartbeat, an "I do.", came out from Osamu's lips, and that sealed it.

But how did it came to this?

You can feel his big, calloused hand in yours. It feels light, so as your steps, feels like your skipping on cotton ground and his hand in yours keeps you stable. But no. He suddenly twirled you by his side and your already swirling world spinned a bit more your weight crashed to his still solid posture, a hand on his chest. And Osamu chuckled, and you broke a laugh with him. And both of you will never know how ridiculous the stares you were both getting from passerbys.

His breath whiffs through your face, his forehead leant against yours. In your drunk state, you smiled at how close his face were, his gray locks flickering to blond time again and you were mesmerized.

"I'm hungry." His voice so deep it reached your core and you tapped his shoulder, receiving his message.

The next thing your mind registered was him holding your waist against him, your arms around his neck as you both swayed to a slow music on what seem to you as an aisle of a convenience storeーor is it a pharmacy?

"Yer a hopeless romantic." You heard yourself slurred against his hold, your fingers unconsciously tugged on his golden locks as he kissed the side of your head. "Can't know why she still hasn't fallen fer 'ya."

"'am an asshole tha' don' deserved ta be loved."

And you chuckled snuggling to his shoulder for comfort through your swirling surroundings.

Then your consciousness teleported you to your apartment, with someone kissing you and groaning, licking your tongue, his smell so addicting even over the alcohol and he stopped all at once at the sight of your eyes, pulling back.

"Ya smell like alcohol." He slurred, scoffed as he slumped hard at your genkan and untied the straps of your sandals. "Yer heart's gon' burst, hm, Aki-nii-san will kill me."

And you whimpered as he kissed the part of your thigh where your short shorts end. You felt his head buried against both your thighs, hugging it while sniffing. It took a while for you to realize he was crying, it shattered your heart a little so you card hisーwhy is his hair shifting from blond to grayーfuck, alcohol.

"'Am sorry. Shouldn't have left ya that day. Should'a calmed down. Should'a waited fer ya to say sum'thin'. 'Am s' sorry. Please c'me back ta me. Please don' choose 'im. Please. Please choose me 'gain. 'Am beggin' ya."

He suddenly sprang from his feet after ranting those words and crashed his lips against yours vigorously and carried you to God knows where. Your head is spinning and you can't understand what's he sayingーfuck, you could feel his hard-on grazing against your cunt over your shorts at his every step, it made you feral.

You feel him grinding back, pushing you to the fluffy surface on your back. You realized you're already in your bed, clothes off with just your underwear left, hooded eyes clouded with lust pinned on you. He's also naked with just his boxers and you moaned as his pace went faster, your jaw slacked at the pleasure he's giving your body.

"Fuck~ s' good~"

He dipped to your neck and sucked your skin, throaty groans from him tickled your ear straight down between your thighs, gushing juices leaking.

"S' wet fer me. Shall eat ya now, huh?"

You felt your mind slurred and it's trying to focus but the alcohol in your system drags it all over the place, drowned at the pleasure he's giving you, then you felt it. A wet muscle in your slit, licking your clit and sucking that made you moan and hands flying to his hair, tugging it closer. You felt that wet muscle licking your entrance and you gasped as he licked inside and up to your clit again, arching your back at the pleasure. And you don't know but everything just focused on him in a snap, him getting rid of his boxers and taking out his wide girth, your eyes raked from his abs to his face, to his eyes and your eyes widen.

And something snapped in Osamu too as he stared at your wide eyes, the trance of that lethal mix quickly evaporating from his body momentarily. His eyes travelled down to your heaving chest, erect nipples, his hand on your abdomen, pressing, and to your leaking cunt and his own hard meat rod.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His panicked gray eyes flew back to yours, "I'm sorry."

He quickly scrambled away from you, searching for your underwear to wear it back on you, picking his boxers to wear it back too. "I'm so sorry, Y/n."

He was quick to change back to his clothes, faster than your mind processing what was happening. When you came to be, all dressed again, he was already gone out of your apartment.

Fuck. What was that?

And Osamu thought about that question too as he made way to the nearby bus stop, padding on his pockets for his phone. His hand was shaking as he dialed through the screen and held it out on his ear, gulping and breath all ragged.

"Where are ya 'Samu? Rami said 'ya already wen' out hours ago all wasted!"

"'Tsumu. Can I sleep beside ya?"

"Haaah?! Waz gott'n inta ya? Drunk bad?"

"Ask him where he is."

But Osamu's emotions went flooding already, long cherished memories reeling back to his mind it made him sob so hard, making him sick and wanted to vomit. He did, and Atsumu heard it.

"Can you go around one more time, Kiyoomi?"

The seriousness of Atsumu's voice over the line, devoid of his usual accent, made Osamu sob hard again, muttering apologies Atsumu can't understand what it is for.

"So, what happened to you?"

With a groggy mind, Osamu blinked the drowsiness away and scanned his surroundings.

It's already morningーor afternoon? And not on his apartment.

He groaned as he heard multiple dings from his phone, resonating with the throbbing in his head. He padded about the mattress to find his phone, but instead he felt a hand on his left. He peeked on the floor and saw Atsumu, lying on a futon staring back at him.

"Can I sleep beside ya?"

Damn, he forgot they just have single beds here at their dorm. How drunk was he.

"'Samu?"

"Yer practice?"

Osamu heard ruffles of the futon as Atsumu sat up, face all irritated. "Yer more important! Ya just got back from Argentina yesterday 'n went straight drinking. What. Happened?"

"Nothing." At last, he got hold of his phone just beside his hip and unlocked it, seeing the topic of the GC. "Nothing happened."

Atsumu just stared at his exhausted twin and sighed. "MSBY's operations and events are transferred to Sendai. Just fer a year or two. Talked ta the management. They can't afford ta lose sum'one like 'im."

Osamu just nodded, mind all clouded with the picture he saw in the GC. "Does he know?"

"Not yet. He'll be happy nun'theless."

"'Tsumu, can ya not look at me with those eyes?"

"Waz jus' worried is all."

"'Am fine."

He's fine. He has to.

Osamu can feel drool seeping from a fabric across his chest. A sleeping feral creature was finally calm as they both napped in the couch. This feral creature wailed and wailed a while ago as her brother was taking a bath with her dad and she just calmed down as Osamu cradled her to his chest, humming her to sleep.

"She really likes you, 'Samu."

Osamu scoffed, his eyes not leaving little Hinata, rubbing his thumb against the fabric of her clothing. "No. She fell asleep because I hummed to her her dada's song."

Ran hummed as she propped her elbow at the back of her couch, gracing her eyes with the sight of her little girl with her bestfriend. Footsteps and grumbling and baby noises came near and her husband kissed her cheek out of nowhere, Takeshi flapping his knuckles on Ran's arm.

"'Samu, first day of classes today right? Take care of Ran and Hinata as usual, okay? Might pick you three up on the way home."

And as if on cue, Hinata squirmed and whined against Osamu's bare chest, waking up to her dad's voice. Osamu was already smiling, peeking on her as she blinked hard, maybe calibrating where she is and when she didn't see her father, she cried. Osamu quickly sat up, supporting her and facing her to her dad who was passing little Takeshi to Ran to hold Hinata.

Osamu passed her to him, placing the cloth she drooled over to his shoulder, and he yawned, poking to Takeshi's cheek who was watching him yawn, chocolate eyes staring. "No ladies for Dada, 'Keshi, okay? Or Mama's gonna sell you for not doing your work."

And Takeshi gripped Ran's collar and hid his face to her neck to which Osamu and her husband chuckled at the sight. Ran immediately cooed while glaring daggers at Osamu, of whom raised his hands on surrender as he walked to his room.

"Take care of 'Keshi."

"Take care of Ran, 'Samu."

Always.

"WHY DID YOU LEAVE HER!?"

"SHE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"SHE WASー"

He was saved by Ran's knocks, cold water gliding his back, a hand anchoring him to the tiled wall. He was breathing heavy as a memory came to him, he gulped hard. He never had this memory for a while. Maybeー

"'Samu, we're gonna be late." Osamu then went under the shower one last time. "And please, get a girlfriend already so you wont bother 'bating." And her high pitched laugh irritated the hell out of him. He picked his body wash and threw it against the bathroom door, which just intensified Ran's laugh, echoed by cute giggles from Hinata. Osamu groaned. He's gonna go crazy.

Hinata can't stop flapping her arms as she was strapped in Osamu's chest and facing front. Strangers stops and waves hi to the cute little golden pumpkin and be mesmerized by Osamu's shy smile as they head for the culinary class in this certain building in Osaka. Good thing they got permission for bringing babies, and good thing Hinata's a cool baby, as long as she can smell her dada's scentーthat's now became Osamu's perfume, too, and begrudgingly wearing one of his shirts that's a little off for himーand be entertained by her pacifier and new surroundings and strangers.

And Ran can't help grinning at the sight and murmured at his earshot, "You're really good with babies, you wanna go marry and have your own kids?"

Osamu didn't like that idea so he glared at Ran who chuckled and apologized immediately, attempted on relieving him of the baby bag but Osamu held on it tighter and flicked her forehead.

"Behave, or I'll snitch you on Aki-nii-san and Kei, or worse onー"

But Osamu chuckled as he saw Ran glaring back at him so he ruffled her golden hair and held her hand, dragging her to wherever the class will be held.

And you sucked your breath as you saw him again after a year and a half, through the glass partition, with a baby and a golden-haired lady following him. Ran.

Don't enter this room, please don't.

Time was slow but as if mocking you, they really did, with the baby squealing and flapping her arms at the new environment she's in, golden eyes scanning. Your eyes darted to Osamu's steel cold eyes that's already staring back at you, a look of recognition flashed across his face.

And someone hummed, your eyes darted to Ran peeking on you through Osamu's side and she's smiling at you, eyes flickering to you and him. Your breath was heavy as your eyes travelled back to the baby girl with golden baby hairs, and back to Osamu's eyes. How many seconds was frozen? Fuck.

"You know her, 'Samu?"

"No." And it was your turn to be frozen, breathing stopped, everything. "I don't."

"Uhuh?"

You suddenly felt a hand holding yours out for a handshake and you saw Ran beaming at you. "Hi, I'm Ran. This is Osamu, and my baby, Hinata."

You shook her cold hands while still staring at Osamu who has his brows now furrowed, jaw set. You introduced yourself to Ran awkwardly anyway. How could you not? She's warm and obviously oblivious of the tension. You might as well save her the trouble.

This was the first day of the cooking class you enrolled to to curb out the stress you have from studying Law. And here is another stress of its own destructive caliber. It was hard enough to move on from that night, but here he is again, reminding you again of his existence. And is that his baby? She looks a lot like her mom then.

Your hands were colder than the industrial kitchen top as the lecture went on but was warming as you unconsciously played with the baby sitting atop between you and Ran, Osamu on the other side. But the lecture passed by and you noticed the baby staring at you wide eyed, tears welling up, well it actually had fallen already to her chubby cheeks, and her lips quivering, and aww, not making a sound. It broke your heart as you wipe her tears away.

Ran noticed it and was about to reach for her baby but Osamu's reflexes kicked in. He nuzzled the baby's face against his neck quick, curbing an impending tantrum session as he softly hum a tune you didn't know. You suddenly felt guilty but Ran reassured you with a smile and urged you to listen back to the lecture.

"Still not time for milk, 'Samu. Diappy's still dry too."

"Her random naps."

Your face ghosted a slight smile at the conversation.

The whole session was all lecture for today, and the instructor promised you all that it will be a cooking session next, it lifted a bit of your mood. Much more when you stepped out of the building and you saw your boyfriend waiting with some of his teammates. You quickly checked your phone for his messages and smiled apologetically to him.

Oh no. I was that nervous that I didn't noticed him messaging me.

"'Tsumu?"

Your face paled, not that you didn't expect this butーYou closed your eyes to calm yourself.

"Ran! 'Nata!" A big man lugged past you towards Ran. "Surprise!"

"Hey! Baka! You left Takeshi!"

But your eyes and attention were focused on Atsumu, coming out of his car and walking towards you. You were gradually calming as he closed the distance, out for a hug and a kiss on your forehead.

"Aw, she's not single 'Samu. Andー"

"ーEXCUSE ME? MR MIYA ATSUMU?"

Atsumu groaned at your forehead and you rubbed his back, chuckling at his reaction. "Yer mom brain's acting up. Told ya last week I got back with her. And you were the firs' ta know. Even told ya before 'Samu!"

"Ya didn't~" You heard him mused as he passed the baby to the big man's arm waiting, with also a baby boy in his other arm.

Atsumu growled at Osamu and you patted his chest and smiled. "S'okay, I already know Ran and yer teammates."

You heard a huff, a familiar huff, "Let's go. It's almost milk time."

The others heeded and shuffled at Osamu's words and you felt rejected by Atsumu's own twin, but it wasn't unprecedented, given what had happened. You wonder if he remembers, but no, it didn't matter. It shouldn't.

A hand got yours and you saw Ran beaming at you. "You're staying at Atsumu's? Gonna catch up soonest, okay?" And it's comforting.

"No. You're gon' let her join yer cult! No way!" But Ran just smiled at Atsumu, menacingly at that, that made him shut up and whimpered down his throat, you nearly laughed.

"Plushie! Let's go!"

Ran waved her bye to you but rolled her eyes to Atsumu and Kiyoomi peeking from Atsumu's car's back seat. She skipped her steps to their own car, taking the baby boy in her arms.

"Don't let her join your cult, you'll just teach her how to curse us and make us suffer."

"Excuse me, plushie, but it's not a cult!"

And never once did Osamu bat an eye on you through that whole encounter.

"So Osamu already has kids?"

Kiyoomi was the first to react, snorting while scrolling through his phone. Atsumu was patient though, shaking his head while his eyes are on the road. "They're her husband's, 'f'cors."

"But Osamu?" Husband? She's already married? 18? 19?

Atsumu hummed. "When he married Ran, he also kinda married Osamu in some sense." He snickered, and his little reactions tugging your heartstrings through the gut-wrenching topic. "Marry one, take one."

Your gut twisted more at what he said and how he said it. "B-but, Osamu loves her, right? Does her husband know? Does she know?"

Atsumu glanced at you, the sunset haze flashing through the windows and his blonde locks, and smiled sadly. "Yes, he knows but she doesn't. But that matter is between Ran and Osamu so he can't interfere. And bokkun knows Osamu respects him and his marriage with Ran so there's nothin' to worry about, fer now."

"A hell of a complicated relationship, right?" You heard Kiyoomi commented as you settled the topic, eyes straight through the dash, to the bustling streets of Osaka.

A hell of a complicated relationship huh?

You hummed as you felt a soft, wet touch on your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open and instantly smiled to his beaming self.

"Leavin' already?" When the sleep finally unlatched from you, you sprang up from the bed, blanket sliding down your body revealing your bare chest, and your head hitting Atsumu in his jaws gaining an Ow. "Yer bento!"

"NoーOwーNo rushing." You bit your lip as you heard Atsumu whine while getting off bed and getting a shirt from his stack of clothes and him sitting at the edge of your shared bed. "Can ya bring me my bento later then?"

You stared lovingly at him as you slid onto his shirt. "Okay." He hummed at your approval and leaned you into him and kissed your forehead, also leaving a lingering kiss on your lips to which made your eyes sparkle. "I love you, 'Tsumu. Take care okay?"

"I love you too, so much, butー" You cocked a brow on him as he flashed a playful smile at you while hugging your waist, thumbs making miniscule strokes. "ーwhat will ya do if I get on an accident? Or die?"

And your loving moment was brushed back to the edge of the room as your mood soured at his question. His smile faltered as he observed your facial reaction. But that was just the tip of the iceberg of how he thought his question affected you.

"Not a good question to start our morning, Atsumu."

"I'm sorry." He whispered it under his breath after a moment of silence and this, this bothered you more than the memories currently reeling in your mind. You kissed his forehead longer than usual.

"Told 'ya 'm not leavin' you again, right?" He nodded against your tummy, eyes on you searching for something it made you run your fingers to his newly dyed hair. "'Am goin' where ya goin'. So if ya don' want me ta die then don't die. Simple."

It's now his turn to sour his reaction, "Yep, not a good topic to start our morning. 'Am sorry." You chuckled as the huffing and pouting 6 foot big baby stood and started walking to the front door with you shadowing him. "'Am gonna see ya later, 'kay?"

But his showering kisses were overbeared by the memories you had prior, and it has been an hour when Atsumu walked out from your shared apartment to his practice. These memories shouldn't wash you away from consciousness but it shook the depths of your soul it made you sob so hard.

You're living in the present, Y/n. Get your shit together.

As you were finishing up Atsumu's bento, your doorbell rang and you wondered who was it as you walked to your door. You opened it up and froze when you saw a smiling Ran, the cutie baby boy from yesterday and.. the stone-cold twin of your boyfriend. Well, stone-cold only to you.

You quickly got back from the trance when you realized you're wearing nothing but Atsumu's shirt. "Come in, make yourself at home!" You called out as you sprinted up to your bedroom to dress appropriately.

"She was crying."

"Huh?"

"Samuuu, how can you not notice it?"

"Didn't care."

"HEY! She's 'Tsumu's girlfriend!"

Silence.

"Ooohh, are you jealous?"

He would never.

You smiled as you fixed the same Atsumu's shirt you wore prior, just now with your undergarments and a short. You walked leisurely to where they are, still standing by the living room, Ran's face all teasing and Osamu's all irritated, and the baby all observant he spotted you first and made grabby hands that caught both their attention.

Ran was all smiles when she relayed the details of her planned gathering, to welcome you to the circle. It's this evening, and they'll be the one cooking. And now, she's gonna drag you to the grocery store to prepare.

"But first, we're gonna drop these bentos okay?"

And you smiled at her and nodded while she's at the passenger seat, the silent Osamu driving to the gym where the MSBY Black Jackals are having their practices. The drive seemed fast for you because you were entertained by little Takeshi beside you, slapping your arm and blabbering baby noises and you cooed in turn, poking his cute chubby cheeks. You were lost momentarily in your thoughts of Atsumu carrying your own little boy, you smiled absentmindedly at the sight of little Takeshi.

And you will never know how Osamu raised his brows while glancing at you and Takeshi in the rear view mirror. He didn't like the look in your face, it made him floored the gas pedal, passing slow cars in a flash. He just realized he did when Ran pinched his thigh and glared at him silently. He shouldn't be distracted like this, but you're making it hard for him.

The dropping of bentos went so fast, it was all Ran talking, you barely talked with Atsumu because he was busy arguing with her about the impromptu gathering later. Her husband waved hi to you across the court, loud voice echoing it made his twins squirm, searching for the source. Little Hinata was in Coach Foster's lap and behaving, but when Ran came to her and kissed her, she cried and Ran mumbled her something that calmed her down instantly.

"'Samu, don't tire her."

You heard those words as you were dragged out of the sports center, Osamu following you both with little Takeshi.

Grocery shopping was a blur as Ran and Osamu's domestic rush was in full display in your eyes, and you can't deny the envy you feelーbut for what and why, you didn't know. But one thing you're sure about. They feel like a family of their own.

Their domesticity was prolonged as they started preparing for the gathering back at your apartment, you cleaning while little Takeshi was sleeping on his portable cot in the living room. You glance at them from time to time as they move flawlessly throughout your kitchen.

"So, how do you met Atsumu?"

You propped your broom in your underarms as you wiped furnitures after furnitures, you almost missed how Osamu flinched while mincing something in the counter. Almost. And you chose to ignore it.

"I was his ex back in highschool."

She turned to Osamu and sneered, all while chopping what seems to be carrots, "Highschool huh.."

There might be under-the-counter battle because Osamu's face went contorted and scrunched, while Ran was seething. "Stop it. Okay. God. Okay, I know her all along."

"Why did you lie then, huh?" You forcefully drag your attention back to cleaning as they continue to bicker in the kitchen. Ran gasped, "Waitt, is sheー"

"No. Shut up. It's not." And Ran giggled, you didn't dare take a glance at them though they're still mumbling inaudibly.

"Soー" Ran started again after a while of inaudible arguing with Osamu. "ーwhy did you two broke up?"

"It's not appropriate ta ask that, Ran." Osamu scolded, his back turned to face the gas stove, Ran was rushing in his back anyway, preparing more ingredients for their dishes.

Ran paused and pouted. "I'm sorry. But how did you get together again?" She smiled while resuming to her task at hand. "I didn't know Atsumu can be so disgustingly romantic to take his ex back and start over."

"Yeah, like what he did ta ya huh?" Ran elbowed Osamu's back that made him chuckle because maybe it has no effect on how muscular Osamu's back isーthe memories from the night came reeling in you blinked hard and fast as you busied yourself finishing up cleaning.

"Y/n?" You flinched as you heard Ran's worried calls. "Are you okay? Called you thrice." Your eyes travelled to Osamu that has his eyes on you as he was deboning the chicken. His expression was neutral and you breathed and flickered a smile to Ran.

"I'm sorry. Umーweー" You were cutted off when Osamu huffed.

"Ya don't need to answer everything she asks. And youー" Osamu ran his greasy hands from the chicken down to Ran's face that made her whine and squirm as he held her cheeks with his fingers, giving her lips a more protruded pout. "ーStop asking personal questions. Yer overwhelming her."

You thought of clenching your fist. The tension you have with Osamu is the one overwhelming you, not Ran's questions, not her. Him. Can't he feel that?

You suddenly yearn for Atsumu's presence as you pursed your lips.

And it was not after 6 hours that your wish came true as Atsumu came with his teammates. He first went to you, kissing you by the lips that made the others chuckle and gag before even greeting you, but that made you smile.

"They didn't harass you?"

You hear mumbling sounds from the kitchen and you chuckled upon hearing them. "No. They didn't. They're cool."

"I doubt Ran didn't." And he glared at Ran across the living room to the kitchen where she and Osamu are still plating the dishes. "Just tell her off to her brothers and the problem will be solved."

"HEY!"

"Plushie, still not tired?"

"This is the last."

And you saw it, face to face. Ran and her husband kissed in front of Osamu, and Osamu'sーwellーnot fazed that he caught you staring and cocked a brow at the wake of the kiss.

"You should've brought Ayaka, Sakusa."

"She's busy, Wan-san."

"I feel so single now."

"Shut up, Driah."

"Ouji!"

"Ah! Wan-san! Don't jump scare him!"

"I'm sorry." Atsumu kissed your shoulders as you scanned your living room full of athletes, him hugging you from the back. "They're really this noisy."

"You're the noisiest." Kiyoomi, who was the nearest, commented.

It took them a while to settle them down, some of them busy with the twins in the cot, some just talking in the kitchen, sneaking out crumbs from the foods out of Ran's sight, or Osamu just leaning back on the single sofa, arms crossed against his chest and with eyes closed. He might be exhausted.

And Atsumu pressed against you while talking with Oliver about the practice that afternoon. He was intertwining your fingers with his as he was indulged with the conversation and you can't help but play with his fingers.

"Are you okay?" That was Kiyoomi, maybe sensing you're out-of-place. Ran's advances to talk to you kept getting punched out by her husband, or Osamu, or the twins whining.

"Yeah."

"Do you know that I know you, even before last week?"

That perked your attention. "Tell me more? How do you know me?"

Kiyoomi chuckled, amused at your enthusiasm. "Well, for some reason, we only knew about you when you broke up with Atsumu last 2 years. He wiped his snot and drool all over the Boys' GC. It was disgusting."

You heard Atsumu gasped at your side amidst his conversation with Oliver. "Did not!" So, he was listening. You narrowed your eyes on him to which he grinned and kissed your cheek.

"It's just the boys that know you, except him." Kiyoomi gestured to Ran's husband that's animatedly telling certain stuffs to Ran who was devotedly listening to him and smiling.

Atsumu leaned to you to whisper, "Because he's an asshole." and nodded, clearly pleased at what he said but when he saw you raised a brow, he immediately pouted and hugged your waist.

"Kita-san?"

"KITA-SAN!? KITA-SAAAAN!"

"Shut upーNot you Kita-san! I was talking to Ran!ーHai! I'm coming."

Osamu stood up and went out of the apartment almost immediately after he talked with presumably, Kita Shinsuke. You felt excitement rushing through your body, but with blots of shame at what happened two years ago. Atsumu might've noticed it because he gripped your hand tighter and brought it to his lips, mouthing an "I am here." before kissing it.

"I love you."

He smiled as the door opened, "I love you too." You brushed his hand before standing up, faced Shinsuke who was with Rin.

"What's with the tension, plushie?"

"I don't know, plushie. Let's ask them the tea later."

"What? Ya not gonna greet me after two years, Y/n?"

You felt your tears welling up as you rushed to Shinsuke and hugged him, he hugged you back just as tight, patting your back.

"'Am sorry, Kita-san."

Those words hold deeper than what it was meant.

"Fer what?" And Atsumu's voice was at your back in an instant, as always. You faced him, smiling, all while ignoring Osamu getting the stuffs Shinsuke and Rin brought.

"Kita-san made me promise not to sacrifice ya fer anything."

And as if on auto, Atsumu's lips quivered at Shinsuke who was already shaking his head and entering the apartment, straight to Ran to hug her tight.

"Yer not gon' do that again, are ya?" It was a whisper, out from the prying ears of all the people in your apartment.

"Nah. Not gon' leave ya."

Atsumu smiled at kissed your forehead before returning back to the crowd. At that split moment you gazed at the entirety of the crowd, a pair of eyes stood out. He was out there with his bestfriend showing her babies to Shinsuke and Rin. And he's staring back at you, like he did hear what you and Atsumu talked about.

And you realized it was a swear, not for Atsumu. But for yourself.

The dinner with the team, Shinsuke and Rin went by. Rin is still awkward with you, though, while he's talkative with Ran and her twins. Well, that's to be expected. You really did a number on Atsumu anyway.

Your soul shot up when a hand grabbed your shoulder and a "Hey" sounded out of nowhere. Ran giggled noticing you got shocked. "Can I use your room? I have to breastfeed."

"Sure!"

"Thank you! You can come in anytime, okay?" You nodded, beamed at her and tickled little Takeshi's cheek.

"Ran's gonna breastfeed. Be back."

"You're not part of that breastfeed session, may I remind you."

"Fuck you." The big man laughed. "No one's gonna hold this other pooper."

Then, the married couple went up to your bedroom while you went back beside Kiyoomi and listened to the discussion at hand.

"ーimagine him being a father already." That was Adriah.

So their discussion was about Ran's husband, huh.

"It fits him."

"When would you marry Ayaka, Sakusa?"

All of them laughed when Kiyoomi choke on his beer and coughed all over. Kiyoomi groaned at Shion who asked that question.

"She would probably laugh me off."

Meian snickered and faced Atsumu who was laughing at Kiyoomi. "You? When?"

Atsumu then turned to you, the same time as Osamu stood up and walked upstairs, maybe to your room where the married couple is. "When she's ready."

You smiled but all you could hear were Osamu's heavy steps in the stairs amidst the teasing of the team and Shinsuke. Rintarou however is staring back at you, narrowed green eyes piercing to your skull. He was nodding after a while and stood up, whispered something to Shinsuke who also stood up, then to Atsumu.

"You're leaving already?"

"Still have to go back to Nagano at dawn or I'm gonna hear it from Motoya. Kita-san also has some work early tomorrow."

Atsumu pouted as you stood up and hugged Shinsuke who petted your hair, "Please, Y/n. Don't do it again hm? If there's a chance of you doing it again, just leave now while it's still early."

"Kita-san?" There was worry all over Atsumu's tone, and as he gazed at you but you just smiled at both of them.

Rin scoffed, "Kita-san, we have to say goodbye to the three upstairs."

And Osamu didn't like it when both of you were left in the bedroom after Shinsuke and the others as well said their goodbyes. Both Ran and her husband be all polite and see them off, leaving you both so awkward with the drowsy twins. He was laying next to Hinata who was cuddling close to him, you ghosting his back and awkwardly standingーor not.

"Stop what you're doing, Osamu." He hated it when you open that damn pretty mouth of yours. He nearly rolled his eyes.

"I can't. I have to pet her for her to sleep. Hinataー"

"You know that's not what I meant." He exhaled, freezing his hands on Hinata's cheek.

"Why? What else was I doing, Y/n?"

"Reminding me you existed."

Osamu scoffed at it; of course you'll be reminded, he practically has the same face as Atsumu's. But other than that, he never had those intentions. He should never have those intentions. You were Atsumu's and will always be. Besides, he knows he's inlove with Ran. For him, you're just something that should stay in his past.

"Not doing anything like that."

Liar. Your tears welled up as it came flooding into you.

"Atsumu. We have to clean up, come on."

"Butー"

"I don't want to leave your apartment all messy. Let's clean up."

Osamu stood up when he heard that but you had to confront him now or never, so you held him back.

"You wasted an afternoon practice just to crash my first date with Atsumu." You pointed out while he scoffed again, incredulous. "You were the first to comfort me when we had our first fight."

Osamu's face can't be painted when he turned to you, "Of course, I can't have you leaving Atsumu over petty things."

"Because of something you suggested. Remember? Getting me as a manager?" Osamu stared you with pursed lips. "You can't deny now? Remember you implied that you love me, Osamu? Remember that you said you can treat me better?"

Osamu charged at you, a couple inches away you can feel his rage it made you want to stand down. "That was before I met Ran." He hissed under his breath, not wanting to make it any more louder. "That was before you and Atsumu."

You can feel tears falling down your cheeks, you really have no idea why. You just wanted to confront him but he was making all these excuses. For what? To hurt you? To get back the pain you caused Atsumu?

"What was that night, then?"

"What? I can't even remember a thing, I was too wastedー"

Ran's husband suddenly went inside casually and stared at you both, mouthing Atsumu's name. You have no time to process that he might've hear something everything, you wiped your tears as you heard Atsumu's familiar bounding steps to your room. Osamu huffed and went straight out of the room, giving way to Atsumu at the door who went confused.

"Gonna load the other things to the car. The twins needs to sleep on their bed."

And Osamu has to get away from you. Fast.

He saw how Ran stood awkwardly at the living room, in mid-fixing the twins' stuffs. "Go get the twins. We're going."

"Didー"

"Go get the twins, Ran."

Ran mouthed a resigned Okay before going up to get the twins, and her husband as well.

Osamu can still hear Atsumu's voice calling out for him as he exited his apartment. He knew Atsumu's worried about what he didn't know was happening in his own premises. Osamu can't help but to rub his hands across his face exasperatedly. The married couple noticed this but chose to be silent, waiting for him to share his burdens.

"Spit it out~" Osamu mused one day alone with Ran in their apartment with the twins. Her husband just left for practice and they were cleaning fast before the double terror wakes up from their naps.

Ran held onto the dishes in the sink as she gazes at Osamu across the living room. "W-what was she like back in high school? Y/n?"

Osamu continued to clutter out the twins' playpen, pondering to or not to give in to Ran's probing. He figured she has to let her know though, since she was his bestfriend, in every sense of the word.

"She's nice."

And then there was silence, Osamu had to look up to find Ran with her brows all furrowed and he chuckled. "Don't throw those dishes at me."

"I won't, if you just get on with it and share. You look clearlyーi don't knowーdisturbed? Agonizing at something?"

Did he really look like that? He wasn't even aware.

"She's nice. She's academically inclined. She used to tutor Atsumu."

"Y/n, can you please tutor me and Osamu?"

"She's brave and cocky."

"Fuck! Why did you punch me?!"

"Well, I don't know, ask the cookies and our grades after!"

"Athletic, too."

"Y/n! Just choose one, geez. You already have tennis!"

"Considerate at times."

"Okay. Atsumu, it's okay. You can be late sometimes. I'll understand."

"She's ー" Osamu huffed as he paused, Ran's back to washing the dishes and humming at his words letting him know she's listening. "She's crazy in love with Atsumu."

"What are you doing here, 'Samu?"

"Ah? Rintarou and I are going to the arcades. You guys wanna come?"

"No. We'll be on our own."

"Come on, Y/n, let's join them."

"She's fragile. Can't even understand how she lasted for a year with Atsumu."

"'Samuuu~ she's liking somebody else's picture! He even commented 'You look nice' to this Ran somebody!"

"But she's goal-driven, she can sacrifice anything to reach her dreams. A wide-vision of her expected future with Atsumu."

"'Samu. She broke up with me."

"She said I can't do volleyball all our life and when I argued with her, she broke up with me saying she can't be with someone so unstable. How's going pro in volleyball so unstable?"

"I don't like when she's reckless and just go on out without even thinking of the consequences for a second."

"Can't know why she still hasn't fallen fer ya."

"Sheー"

"She made you forget something for a while?"

Osamu suddenly stood up, wide eyed at Ran's back who was smiling, putting away the dishes to the dishwasher for secondary wash. And it irritated the hell out of Osamu he stormed to the counter.

"She's a virus, Ran. She's everywhere and I didn't notice it. She's everywhere and threatening to infect everything I have! She's gonna destroy Atsumu and I will not notice it!"

But Ran just turned to him and smiled. "What's holding you back, Osamu?"

"Nothing." He dropped his head low, feeling so drained of what's happening. "Nothing, please stop."

"Osamu." He whined at her demanding tone. "Osamu look at me."

Ran looked at him as if she was gonna drop a bomb, and she did. "Am I, by some wildest assumptions, the reason you're holding back?" Osamu gulped hard at Ran's questioning eyes. "Am I the reason you're turning down every single girl out there to prevent yourself from being happy?"

"Am I preventing you on being happy, Osamu?"

"Yes! So shut up!"

"No."

It felt more like a prayer than it should just be. Osamu will never permit Ran to be the reason of his miserable and complicated life. She will never be the reason for him being lonely. He needs to be, because he has to be.

But here is she, after 7 cycles, confronting him for what felt like forever.

"Are you, perhaps, inlove with me, Osamu?"

He stared at Ran full of emotions for the first time since that incident that led him to this seemed-endless cycle. He already had explored his options, scenarios, simulations, as to how to answer her when she asks again that darned question.

"No, Ran. But I have no choice but to stay with you, yeah?"

And no matter what happened, he knows it'll still be his answer.

"No. No, I'm not inlove with you, Ran. Don't worry."

And she has to feel like his words are true, especially when he saw the wash of relief in Ran's face.

"But I know some who are. You wanna hit on them? Gonna be our secret, don't worry." Osamu chuckled as to how he saw Ran's eyes bulged and her unsightful mannerism came, one of the reasons why he can't do something so rash like confessing out of blue.

☆ VOLLEYBALL IDIOTS - MAIN ☆

CAT | Tora

WHAT!? @Sou Inouka, you made out with some girl and you were filmed?

DT | Mai

😳😲

CAT | Lev

ERASED IT ALREADY! I SWEAR!

OWL | Akinori

send.

SJ | Maki

my DMs are open 💅

FOX | Rintarou

ehem

DT | Kenji

hi Lev

CAT | Sou

Hate you all!

@Ran

CAT | Kenma

Grabbed the wild card this early 🤣

CAT | Sou

They won't stop, Kenma-san!

STZ | Taichi

Boo! 😆

CRW | Ran

I have a question!

and stop bullying sou-chan 😄

FOX | Samu

I'm sorry guys. She got me cornered.

Ran gasped at Osamu's side. "EXCUSE ME!?" Osamu just laughed, but it faded as the GC notifs went on.

Kiyoomi Sakusa added you to the groupchat

Kiyoomi Sakusa changed your nickname to FUTURE MIYA

RAN'S PLUSHIE

Put a distinction @Kiyoomi Sakusa LOL

FOX | Shin

Yes. Coz we have two Miyas here.

FOX | Rintarou

LMAO Hi @FUTURE MIYA

Ran side-eyed Osamu and his mood that turned sour instantly at the development in the GC. His lips form a thin line, sign of annoyance and Ran immediately ran a comforting one finger massage in his forehead, a familiar gesture she always do when Osamu's like this in front of her.

"The boys don't like her for what she did to Atsumu?" Osamu nodded and discarded his phone while Ran huffed as she types away. "If you have feelings for her or none, you have to give her closure or something, you know? She won't be at peace in her current relationship if you don't give her that detail, that period of whatever you have with each other."

"Atsumu.."

"And Atsumu will have to stomach it all up. You're a part of his girlfriend's life, let alone his own twin. He has to be open-minded of what she have with you. He should trust you, like how plushie trusts you. The problem here is, we don't know what's Y/n's take on you. It will be a disaster if she hasーugh, that's frustrating."

Osamu couldn't blame Ran for stressing out. He believes it's your fault, and that what you said that he reminds you of his existence, it goes both ways. Why do you have to poke up again into his life?

And Atsumu. He genuinely cares of Atsumu's welfare and emotions, he can't mess this up. His twin loves you with all his heart, much to show that he took you back into his life after the break up.

You're making it hard for him.

But he doesn't know it's harder for you. These past few days feel like you're treading in shattered glasses, walking slowly, praying nothing will prick you but alas! It finally pierced through your flesh.

Atsumu's gone curious about what happened between you and Osamu, and you continuously lie about it; preferred saying it's because of the previous break-up rather than the messy one that would probably break you both again, never to return back again.

And you're scared, coz even if Osamu's there, you know you love Atsumu, you feel it deep in your guts that you love the man you're with right now. Not his twin. Not Osamu. Atsumu.

You're scared of what will he say, scared of what would he feel, scared of everything that might hurt him.

"Are you okay? I'm really worried. Please talk to me, Y/n."

You smiled at him, being obscure with sniffing, gulping your tears as you thought of how to open up these things to him.

"I'm okay, 'Tsumu."

"Will a hug work?"

But you can't really control the waterworks when you're around this pure-hearted man. Before you can even nod, he hugged you tight, petting your hair and kissing your forehead for as long as you needed, shushing you, soothing your sobs.

You don't deserve someone like Atsumu. You'll break him and his brother. You thought you were already okay, you thought it's gonna be different this time. But escaping something deep would just suck you right back in. You knew you have to manually bury everything to get to the surface again, to hold Atsumu again.

You hated the thought of sacrificing Atsumu again. You regretted each waking day that you're not with him. You regretted every decision that caused him pain. He should just be happy. He should just be happy and nothing else. He deserves the world.

But here you are, threatening to hurt him again.

"You love Atsumu, huh?"

"With all my heart, Osamu. With all of my heart. So pleaseー"

"Okay."

You have to fix your relationship with Osamu as fast as you can, before Atsumu hears about it. He has to cooperate. He has to.

"Ah! Y/n, don't lie~"

"What?"

"Your birthday wish was Osamu to like you, too."

"Don't lieee~"

"He was your crush since Primary."

Fuck. You can do this, Y/n. Focus on Atsumu. Focus on Atsumu.

It has been peaceful for 5 months, if you call theー not interacting with Osamu, avoiding him every gathering, and avoiding Rintarou tooーpeaceful. You know Ran and her husband has an idea about what's happening under Atsumu's welcome mat and you're all so grateful they aren't doing anything to complicate things more. Whenever Ran talks with you, she avoids mentioning Osamu as much as she can. She was sincere on having you as her friend, getting to know you more. And her husband doesn't mind what he saw that night at all. He just gave you a pat in the shoulder when he saw you again. It made you weary too, for if Atsumu will know about this from people other than you, Ran and her husband will be dragged onto the mess you created.

You hated being the cause of everything bad that's happening to the kind people around you. It made you wonder why have you ever existed. You're awful.

"Y/n." You whirled around, your astronaut helmet-like kiddie hat got lopsided to the side of your head. He stood tall, also with his kiddie hat, brooding eyes on you.

"Osamu."

╰► PART 2

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night night // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader

genre: office!au, fluff // warning: none at all // wc: ~1.2k

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summary: you had piles of documents to review and an important presentation to make for an upcoming meeting. naturally, the best solution you came up with was to invite your secretary to work with you at home.

author’s notes: minisode part 4 except this takes part within Part 1 (after Jay learned how to do his job properly, but BEFORE the two started sleeping together!) also take a shot everytime I say PART so please don't get confused!

as for part 8, stay tuned because I am 8k words in, and if all goes well and I reach 10k soon, I will then post it! are you ready for some jealousy, jealousy?

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“Park, can you pass me the red Sharpie?”

You had your head deep in papers when you said this, but when you heard no reply, you looked up.

“Park? Oh my god.”

Your personal assistant was with you for the night to go over documents and plan the presentation for an important meeting you had in two days. However, he had fallen asleep on top of his pile of papers, his head tilted to the right and his pen still uncapped.

“You’re gonna dry my Sharpie…” You reached over the coffee table and put the cap on Jay’s pen, which, by surprise, woke him up. You quickly pulled your hand towards yourself.

Jay blinked a couple of times before yawning and then stretching, then looking at you. His eyes were met with your piercing stares.

“How long was I asleep for?”

“You tell me.”

Jay sighed and tidied up the piles of papers around him. He touched the mouse and his laptop turned back on, showing the presentation file he was working on. He looked over to your side of the table, you were already halfway done with reviewing.

“I don’t get it,” Jay’s voice croaked.

“What?” You answered while typing on your phone.

“You take pride in how you do stuff. You always finish things quickly. Speed is like… your thing. So why are you now pushing everything to the deadline and making me do half the work?”

You scribbled a note on a document and made a proud smile before looking at Jay. “You just answered your own question.”

You thought Jay’s eyes couldn’t get any smaller, but they did, squinting at you.

“I have you now, so I’m slacking off a bit.”

Jay felt a sense of injustice, but his barely offended feelings were clouded by your first few words.

I have you now.

“Gonna go make a hot drink, what do you want?” Jay stood up before you could spot his cheeks turning slightly red.

“There’s a fresh box of Vanilla Bourbon tea in the top cupboard. Boil water in my most used teapot, it’s by the sink, and the cups…”

“Are in the shelf by the fridge. I got it, Boss. It’s not my first time here.”

You chuckled. “I forgot you basically live here.”

Jay cleared his throat. “Speaking of that…”

“No, you may not actually live here, Park.”

Jay stared into your eyes, trying his best to make his eyes look bigger like that one puppy-eyed emoji he always used since you told him he looked like it. You were unfazed.

“Well, it’s worth a shot,” Jay shrugged. You shook your head as you scoffed and went back to reviewing documents. It took a while for Jay to finish preparing drinks and by the time he went back to his place, you were doodling on a blank piece of paper.

“You’re done?” Jay asked in a genuinely surprised tone.

You nodded. “I take pride in my speed, remember.”

Jay placed two mugs of tea in the middle of the coffee table. You pulled your mug towards your side. Jay sat down and blew on his tea.

“Can I finish mine tomorrow morning? I’m too unmotivated to do it now.”

You squinted your eyes. “You’re my assistant, you’re supposed to be more diligent.”

“Come on, please?” Jay had always thought of himself as a cool guy, but for some reason, in some cases, he’s willing to throw that image away and replace it with something cuter. Like what he was doing right now. You were having none of it.

“You know what,” you turned on your TV and opened YouTube. “I’ve got something that might wake us up other than this cup of tea.”

Jay watched as you typed in the search bar. “The… Fitness… Marshall?” he asked.

You came back to your spot with a wide smile and set your drink on the table. You made Jay do the same before you told him to stand up. Was it because of habit, or because he just respects you so much, Jay did as he was told.

The TV started blaring loud sounds.

“Arm to the right,” said the guy on TV.

You followed the movements. Jay just stared at the screen.

“Park, come on!”

“Left side, three times fast!”

The intro of Taki Taki played and the beat was about to drop. Jay made sure to move the coffee table a little further so the two of you have more space.

“Clean the window!” yelled the man on TV.

You calmly followed the steps while Jay burst out laughing. He was amazed at how you were totally in the zone and only made a slight smirk instead of completely losing it like he was.

“Keep on going!” you said, encouragingly.

After a rather chaotic dance workout session—with Jay knocking off a pile of papers from the table, you accidentally slapping Jay in his tiddies, and him almost faceplanting on the floor—the two of you sat down with your legs stretched out to the front.

Jay was still laughing and you were catching your breath as you stopped the YouTube playlist from autoplaying.

“I hope that woke you up,” you said, looking at Jay.

Jay shook his head trying to get rid of the sweat dripping down his face. “That was oddly intense and tiring.”

“It’s my favorite thing to do now.”

“I can see why.”

You laughed as you just remembered the funny parts a minute ago. Jay lied down on the floor and just seconds after, you came back with a clean towel that you threw on Jay’s face.

“Ow?”

“You can go shower in my bathroom. The guest bathroom is being torn apart.”

Jay grabbed the towel from his face and looked at you. “Aren’t you gonna shower first?”

You shook your head. “I didn’t sweat much and it’s gonna take longer if I go first, so you go.”

“Okay, Boss,” Jay quickly disappeared and you sat yourself down beside the pile of papers.

After an hour or so, of Jay taking a 10-minute shower and you spending almost 40 minutes, you two were back to work. At one point, Jay was the one who had to keep you awake as you mentioned that having taken a bath and being clean made you feel sleepy as opposed to feeling refreshed.

When you finally woke up from your sleep, having no idea how long you were out, you noticed that Jay completed his part and was now on the sofa, hugging your Siberian Husky plushie, seemingly deep asleep. You checked the time and went inside your bedroom before going out and placing a blanket over Jay.

You observed Jay’s peaceful face. His breath was steady and he didn’t snore at all. Strands of hair were being tucked the wrong way so you reached out to fix it very carefully, afraid of waking him up. He didn’t, though.

“Night night, Park,” you said under your breath. You turned off the lights, leaving the one in the kitchen on so that it was dark enough to sleep comfortably but bright enough to see if one wakes up.

As you closed the door to your bedroom, Jay’s eyes opened. He hugged the husky plushie tighter and shifted, also while burying himself properly under the blanket.

“Night night, Boss.”

-END-

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 13: Spoiler Alert

~Henry's house~

Henry, Jasper and Charlotte had all gathered at Henry's house to watch their favourite show. They stared intensely at the TV screen as sirens and shouts blared out from the speakers. A gunshot fired, making them all jump back in fright. A scene where a car crashed and a machine gun fired made them wince for the characters that were onscreen. However, they all giggled when a guy was killed.

"AHHH!" A man growled on the monitor suddenly, giving them all a huge scare. Jasper jumped on Charlotte as they all screamed.

"Get off." She deadpanned, not thinking that it was that scary. Jasper decided that Henry would be a better person to hold onto as the zombies groaned on the TV.

"Piper, please keep it down in there!" Henry managed to say on Jasper's head whenPiper began rattling around in the kitchen.

"Don't tell me how to live my life." She sassed him, so Henry shrugged Jasper off and continued to watch the TV show.

"That show is intense." Henry looked at the other two teens, his adrenaline still high. He had switched off the programme once it had finished.

"My heart's all cramped up," Charlotte said, massaging the part of her chest over the organ.

"I'm sweating...more than usual," Jasper told them as he rubbed his fingers together.

"Use your rag." Henry reminded him.

"Oh yeah, my rag." The curly-haired boy pulled a cloth from his pocket and began to wipe his hands dry.

"Seriously, you guys, that was, like, the best episode ever," Henry told them, and they both agreed. After all, who doesn't like an adrenaline-inducing, zombie-filled thriller?

"Oh yeah."

"Totally. But I'm so sad." Jasper said as he tucked his rag back into his pocket.

"Why?" Charlotte asked him.

"Only one more episode left of Walking Orange. And...I don't want it to end." The boy answered emotionally.

"Are you crying?" The girl next to him asked, not believing that he was crying over a TV show.

"No, my eyes are just sweating." Jasper quickly lied, walking away from the couch so they wouldn't see him cry.

"Rag." Henry reminded him again.

"Oh yeah, my rag." He took the material out and used it to dry his eyes.

"Hey, I read online that next week's episode is going to--" Charlotte began to say, but the boys shouted over her, not wanting to hear any spoilers. They each picked a cushion and pushed her into the couch to shut her up.

Please, don't tell us anything about the series finale."

"Don't spoil it!"They pleaded and released her from the soft prison.

"I was just gonna say that after the series finale, they're gonna rerun the first episode." Charlotte held her hands up to shield herself from the cushions.

"Ohhhh..." The boys said together.

"So you can put the pillows down." Charlotte hissed at them and made them drop the pillows to the floor.

"Hey! I need one of you to be my cameraman." Piper shouted at them from the kitchen bar, so the teens walked to the kitchen to see what she was up to.

"What kind of video are you making?" Charlotte asked the little girl as she analysed all the junk she had on the island.

"The kind that gets me into the Man Fans," Piper replied excitedly. She had been wanting to get into the number one fan club of Captain Man for ages, and now she had her chance.

"The Man Fans?" Henry asked her. It seemed that despite his status as Captain Man's sidekick, he had never heard of the club.

"It's a club. A bunch of fans of Captain Man." Jasper told him.

"And Kid Danger," Charlotte added, inflating Henry's ego.

"It's really hard to get in. I tried to join and they wouldn't even take me." Jasper said, making Charlotte raise her eyebrows.

"Hey, everyone who's surprised by that, raise your hand. Ooo, look, no one." Piper retorted sarcastically.

"Just be careful." The dark-haired teen walked over to the little girl as she set up her video.

"Why?" Piper asked, not seeing what could go wrong.

"Because that girl who's president of the Man Fans, uh, Paula Macchiato, she's mean," Charlotte warned her, having heard of the things the child president had done.

"Well, she said I could join the Man Fans if I pass my initiation," Piper explained.

"Which is?" Henry asked as he and Jasper munched on grapes.

"I gotta make a video of me eating hair soup." Piper moved a bowl of dark, thick sludge into their view, and the look of the slimy hair made them all gag.

"What kind of soup?" Jasper exclaimed, thinking he had heard her wrong.

"Hair! I got this big bag of it fresh from a barbershop floor." Piper lifted a sack of different shades of hair.

"You can't eat soup with a bunch of hair in it," Henry told his sister. As annoying as she was, he didn't want her to get sick from eating hair and messing up her intestines.

"Okay, first, the things you say don't matter. And second, I am going to eat the hair soup so I can join the Man Fans." His sister stood firm. She wasn't going to pass up the chance to join her favourite club.

"Hold my phone." She passed the device to her hesitant brother, who began to record the setup.

"Hi, Paula Macchiato. I want to join the Man Fans so much, I'm going to eat a bowl of...hair soup." Piper said to the camera and lifted up a spoon full of hair. She looked disgusted but put the spoonful in her mouth as Henry, Charlotte and Jasper started to wretch.

Piper gave a thumbs up to them as she struggled to swallow the hair, her expression miserable.

"Can I have some?" Jasper asked, curious to see what it tasted like, which made Henry and Charlotte looked at him in bewilderment.

~The Man Cave~

Schwoz was setting up the TV for viewing, as Ray, (y/n), Henry and Charlotte grabbed loads of snacks from the auto-snacker. It was finally time for the series finale of Walking Orange and they were so ready to see how the show ended.

"Yeah, baby! Series finale of "Walking Orange." Henry exclaimed in excitement as they brought the food to the couch.

"I can't believe we're about to watch the last episode ever." Ray shared his eagerness as they all climbed over the back and settled down. Henry passed the sodas out as (y/n) put a large pizza in her lap. Ray sat down on the floor between her legs after taking a slice and she rested her arms around his neck. The TV began to play some random Awards show and they all began to panic as they realised they were on the wrong channel.

(y/n) put the pizza behind her as Schwoz scrambled to find the remote.

"I put it on the wrong channel." Schwoz cried as he jammed the station button with his thumb.

"There, there, I fix it, I FIX IT!" He yelled at the shouting group and sat back down once the show came on, just in time for them to watch it.

"Previously, on Walking Orange..." The man on the TV recounted the story. They all squirmed in excitement at the prospect of seeing what was going to happen.

"I'm so excited!" (y/n) squealed in Ray's ear.

"I know!" He said, just as all their phones dinged from receiving messages. They all pulled their cells out and checked the message, but what they read freaked them out.

"Ohhhh, nooooo" Henry screamed at his phone and they all got up from their seats in anger and frustration. Ray beat a pillow against the ground, as Henry and Charlotte threw the skeezits and pizza in their hands. (y/n) ripped her popcorn box in half, the contents spilling over her lap, but she didn't care. Schwoz watched them all in confusion as they threw their tantrums.

"Just turn it off," Ray said in a strained voice. Schwoz switched off the TV in confusion.

"What happened? Why do we not watch Walking Orange? Why you heave your pizza and your poopcorn?" He asked the all, as (y/n) hugged herself into Ray's back in sadness. The evening had been ruined.

"Because The Spoiler ruined Walking Orange," Henry told him in anger.

"Stupid The Spoiler," Charlotte said in a sulk.

"Who is The Spoiler?" Schwoz wanted to know.

"He's this jerky teenager here in Swellview. He finds out what's gonna happen on TV shows and movies..." Ray stood up swiftly, his hair messed up from beating the pillow around.

"And then he tells people the ending." (y/n) ended for him, lying back on the couch and speaking in a whiny voice.

"He ruins it for everyone." Charlotte pitched in.

"Not for me. I am smart. I turn my phone off." Schwoz bragged to them, annoying his friends.

"Well, yip-dee-doo for you, Schwoz." Henry shouted at him in annoyance, and the alarm started to sound. Letting out a groan, (y/n) and Charlotte walked to the computer and opened the camera link.

"Wat, Gooch?" Ray asked the man up in Junk-N-Stuff.

"Do you know what The Spoiler did?" The Indian man asked them, and Schwoz covered his ears against the spoilers.

"Yeah, he texted all three of us," Henry replied.

"No, he texted everyone in Swellview and told them the ending of Walking Orange," Gooch revealed, as Schwoz pressed his hands even harder against his ears.

"No, don't tell me!" The little genius cried.

"He said that Rodriguez killed Mallory," Gooch told the story, torturing Schwoz.

"Tell him, let him suffer like us!" (y/n) smirked in her seat at the computer.

"And that he's really a cop!" The storekeeper spilt the biggest secret and Schwoz fell to the floor dramatically, feeling the same anger that the others had felt.

"Thanks for the info, Gooch," Ray said and closed the link.

"Okay, how'd The Spoiler figure out how to send a message to everyone in Swellview?" Charlotte asked as she picked up the little man on the floor.

"Oh, I don't know." Ray sighed.

"How smart does someone have to be to pull something off like this, Schwoz?" (y/n) spun around to look at the two.

"Anyone with level five computer knowledge could figure out how to do it." He explained.

Well, somebody's got to stop The Spoiler." Charlotte said, and the young woman nodded and stood up to Ray.

"Good thing we know a certain superhero and his sidekick." She hinted.

"Right, that person is us." He said huskily.

"You mean...those people...are us. You used bad grammar." Henry corrected him, but it didn't sound as cool. Feeling miffed, Ray shot a quick laser at his shoulder.

"Okay, do I have to confiscate that?" (y/n) looked up at him with a frown and a stern voice, similar to a teacher's.

"No, mom." Ray groaned.

"Don't call me that, you're so much older than me." She teased him, wanting to ruffle his feathers.

"Hey!"

~The next day~

(y/n) was sat with Ray and Henry as the two males played cards and ate chips. She wasn't particularly interested in the game, she was just there to eat their food and scroll through her phone.

However, to Henry and Ray, this wasn't a game, this was a battle to see who could come out on top. They stared each other down as they crunched on the chips in their mouths.

"Only one chip left," Henry mentioned, eyeing the lone snack at the bottom of the bowl.

"Race you for it," Ray said, determined to get that damn chip.

"Okay, I'll try," Henry said, putting his hands down. (y/n) looked up from her phone and saw that they were taking it way too seriously.

"Hands on the table, On three," Ray said, and Henry tapped his fingers in preparation.

"One--" Ray started to count, but (y/n) reached across the table and ate the chip for herself, smirking in her victory over them.

"Come on!" Henry yelled."

"You. Little. Chip-snatcher." Ray spoke slowly at her, but she didn't care.

"Sorry, the testosterone levels between you two were pissing me off." She said as an incoming alert sounded. The three of them scrambled to the supercomputer. The woman slammed her hand against the panel to open up the Gooch camera.

"Hey, Gooch, what's up?" Ray asked as he stood next to her.

"Spoiler alert," Gooch said, and Henry put his hands on his ears.

"Wait! Don't say anything about The Good Wife, I'm not caught up yet!" He pleaded with the shopkeeper.

"Er, I think he means The Spoiler." (y/n) said, but the boy couldn't hear her, so Ray forced Henry's hands off his head, and pointed to the screen.

"What do you know about The Spoiler?" Ray asked.

"We received a tip that's he's planning to show up at the Swellview Monoplex tomorrow at midnight," Gooch explained.

"Hmm, I wonder why," Ray muttered himself, as they all thought about what The Spoiler would be interested in ruining.

"Tomorrow night is the worldwide premiere of Galaxy Wars 9," Henry remembered that the geeky movie was one of the biggest releases of the year.

"Oh god, yeah. I'm taking Charlotte, I'm so excited and that damn Spoiler guy better not ruin it." (y/n) told them.

"Oh my god. Thanks, Gooch." Ray breathed out and ended the call. He stood up and walked to the middle of the Man Cave.

"The Spoiler must have had inside information about what happens in the movie." The superhero theorised.

"He's going to ruin it for everyone." Henry agreed, knowing they had to stop him.

"Not if you two stop him." (y/n) encouraged them.

"Yeah, you and me." Ray nodded at his sidekick.

"You and I." Henry corrected him, annoying Ray.

"That's what I said." The large man said back.

"You said "you and me"." The teen liked to be correct with his grammar, but it really wasn't the time for an English lesson.

"Okay, who cares?" (y/n) butted in, being the referee for them as usual.

"Okay, we have grammar rules for a reason." Henry protested at her.

"Okay, guess what?" Ray said reaching into his jean pocket.

"What?" Henry asked, as Ray pulled out his laser remote and fired at his chest, the child inside him coming out to play.

"Yeah, there you go." He said with a proud smirk on his face, as (y/n) growled at the males in frustration.

"Raymond!" She barked, reaching for the remote, but Henry joined in too.

"You know, I got one, too." He said and used his whiz watch to fire a green laser at the man. They started to engage in a laser fight, (y/n) stepping back to avoid getting hit.

"AH! Not the face!" Henry yelled as Ray got him in the eye, so he began to rapidly fire his laser back at his boss.

"AHHH! Not the butt!" Ray ran around the Man Cave to avoid getting hit. (y/n) was crouching next to the couch, and stood between them when the fight began to get serious.

"OKAY! THAT'S ENOU---OW!" Her loud voice was interrupted as one of the lasers hit her, but she couldn't tell who fired it. The pair of superheroes ceased their fire as she rubbed her arm and glared at them.

"Oops." Henry laughed nervously.

"Sorry, (y/n/n)." Ray tried to give her a hug, but she just snatched the remote from his hands.

"I accept your apology." She smiled at him sweetly, making them think that she wasn't angry. Oh boy, they were wrong.

"Now, I'm going to kill you both!" She raised Ray's remote and shot lasers at them both, chasing them around the Man Cave.

~The next day, Henry's house~

"But I tried to get a selfie with Captain Man! I had a great plan, but it didn't work." Henry walked into the kitchen and heard his little sister talking to someone on her PearBook. She sounded really upset, and at the mention of his boss, Henry was more than intrigued.

"If you want to join my club, then get a selfie with Captain Man!" A rude, little girl said from the speakers, causing Piper's face to crumple with sadness. Whoever this girl was, Henry did not like her.

"But, I don't know where he is. How do I find him?" Piper asked her in distress.

"Wahh. 'How do I find him?" Wahhh. That's how you sound!" The girl snapped at Piper and mocked her. Henry normally didn't care about what Piper did, but he didn't like it when brats bullied her.

"Sorry, I didn't realise." The youngest Hart apologised, not wanting to upset the president.

"You see this? That's how much time you have to get a selfie with Captain Man, or else you'll never join the Man Fans." The mean girl raged at her and ended the call. Piper slammed her PearBook shut and ran to the sofa to cry. She jumped face down onto the cushions and Henry decided he should talk to her.

"Hey, Pipes. Everything okay?" He asked, acting like he hadn't just heard everything.

"Yes, I'm not upset. Now, shut up." Piper wiped her eyes and tried to appear fine. But Henry could see she was anything but okay.

"Uh, I overheard you talking to that girl from the Man Fans." He told her, switching to his caring big brother mode.

"So?" Piper asked in an uncharacteristically sad and quiet voice.

"Why do you join that club so bad?" Henry questioned, sitting down on the couch arm.

"Well, I just think Kid Danger's really cute," Piper told him, not realising she was saying these things about her brother.

"Ughhh, kill me." Henry gagged at the thought but carried on listening.

"And every week, the Man Fans get together and talk about stuff that Captain Man and Kid Danger are doing, and I just wanna be a part of it. But how am I going to get a stupid selfie with Captain Man?" Piper said rhetorically. She'd never find the superhero in time.

"All right, listen." Henry probably shouldn't have told her this, but he could see how much this meant to his little sister, so he rationalised that a little hint wouldn't hurt. He sat down next to her and leaned in close.

"I read a rumour online that Captain Man might be going to the Galaxy Wars premiere tonight," Henry said as he put his hand on her shoulder.

"Really? Where online?" Piper asked, grabbing her phone to search for the information.

"Oh, uh...they took it down, but I saw it and it said he was going to be there." He lied, but it was enough to get her to stop typing.

"Wait. Where am I gonna get a ticket?" Piper said sadly, knowing that they'd all sold out months ago.

Uh. My boss, (y/n) is taking Charlotte, and she has a spare ticket. I could ask her to take you too." Henry smiled at her, knowing that the woman wouldn't mind taking Piper along too.

"Why are you being nice to me?" Piper asked her brother since he didn't usually help her out. Normally, they were always at each other's throats.

"Because...you're my little sister and I...I don't know, shut up!" Henry said, getting up quickly and walking away from all the mushy, sentimental stuff. He walked to the kitchen and saw Jasper through the kitchen window. He was dangling upside down and waving a sock around.

"Henry, look! I got your sock!" Henry looked at Piper, who just shrugged her shoulders in fake innocence.

~The Man Cave~

Charlotte and (y/n) were waiting for Ray and Henry to get ready for the movie premiere. They were sat checking the criminal records on the computer as they waited. The door next to the computer opened and the two males came out chattering to each other.

"Hey," Henry said through his costume's mask. It was a red, futuristic set of armour that appeared in the movie and at a geeky premiere, he'd fit in.

"You find anything?" Ray asked her, also dressed up. His costume looked more medieval, but it was still in line with the film's lore. Even dressed as a nerd, he looked hot.

"Yeah, we found a great pic---" The girls turned around and burst out laughing at how they looked. It was pretty funny to see them fully geeked out.

"What's funny?" Henry asked Ray, he thought their costumes were good.

"All right," Ray said with a bored tone.

"Seriously? You're gonna make fun of us?" Henry looked at the two girls, who were holding their stomachs from laughing so hard.

"Knock it off. Come on. Enough." Ray said to them, feeling uncomfortable that his crush found him hilarious in the dork costume.

"Ok, ok." The woman and the younger girl breathed in deeply to calm themselves down.

"So, you're a skynaught?" Charlotte asked Henry, having seen every Galaxy Wars movie, she knew every character.

"A red skynaught." Henry lifted his mask so he could speak clearly.

"And I'm Duke Starjacker." Ray said and (y/n) admired how accurate the costume was.

"I can't believe you chose my favourite character. You even got the gold necklace right." She smiled at him and suddenly, the costume didn't seem so bad to him. Charlotte, though, found their lack of knowledge of the film amusing.

"Yeah, yeah. You won't be laughing when we catch The Spoiler." Henry snarked at her.

"Oh, right, about The Spoiler. Here's a new pic of him from a month ago." Charlotte brought up an image on the monitor and showed a cocky-looking teen's mugshot. Ray and (y/n) took a photo of the boy's face so they knew who they were looking for.

"Got it." He said.

"Hey, and you're going to take Piper to the movie tonight?" Henry asked (y/n) as she looked up from her phone.

"Yeah, I got an extra ticket from one of my nerd friends. I'll even buy her popcorn." She smiled at the boy and checked her watch.

"Oh, it's nearly eleven, we should go pick her up, Char." She said to the girl, and they both grabbed their purses.

"Okay. We'll see you at the monoplex." Henry said to them.

"Yep," Charlotte replied and they walked to the elevator.

"Bye!" (y/n) waved as the doors slid shut and Ray turned to look at her from the auto-snacker.

"Stay safe!" He shouted. He ordered some popcorn from the machine and poured it into the satchel on his costume.

"Uh...what you doing with that popcorn?" Henry asked him in confusion.

"Putting it in my adventure sack," Ray told him and closed the bag.

"Y'know they sell popcorn at the movie theatre." His sidekick said to him, wondering why wouldn't just buy it when they got there.

"Yeah, for like a billion dollars," Ray replied, thinking he was a genius.

"Okay, let's go, corn smuggler," Henry said as they walked to the tubes together. Ray tucked his gold cloaked behind his back as the tube came down and Henry brought his mask back down.

"Up the tube." His filtered voice said, and they shot up the tube. Sadly though, the suction caused all of Ray's popcorn to fall out of his sack.

"No, my popcorn!" He cried.

"Ha! Your sack has a hole in it." Henry laughed at him. Looks like he'd have to buy some at the cinema after all.

~Swellview Monoplex~

(y/n) led Charlotte and Piper into the movie theatre and stopped at a food kiosk.

"Hey, Piper, do you want some popcorn?" She smiled at the little girl and pulled her credit card out. Even if she didn't, the young woman definitely wanted some of the sweet, corn snack.

"Yes, please. Can I have a soda too?" Piper asked her in a polite voice. She was too excited to see if Captain Man was here to be her usual rude self.

"Sure. Char, do you want anything?" The woman joined the queue and looked at the teen.

"Just a soda for me please." (y/n) nodded and ordered two large popcorns and three large sodas, quickly paying for them so they could get to the movie room. She spotted Ray and Henry walking through the doors and nudged Charlotte, who also saw them giving their tickets to the man at the entrance.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Piper tugged her sleeve, not realising that the two other girls wanted to meet up with Henry and Ray.

"Sure, sweetie. Take your popcorn and drink. Do you mind going with her, Charlotte?" The woman jerked her head and winked at the two males to give the dark-haired girl a hint. Luckily, she picked it up.

"Yeah, sure. You go get some seats." Charlotte gave her the chance to get away and walked off to the toilets with Piper. Once they had disappeared into the crowd, (y/n) made her way over to the two disguised superheroes.

"Hey! You made it!" She greeted them and they smiled when they saw her.

"Where are Piper and Charlotte?" Henry asked some concern in his voice for his little sister.

"Bathroom, I told them I'd meet them in there." The woman pointed to the room where the movie was being shown.

"Let's go then," Ray said, guiding her in with a hand in the small of her back.

The viewing room was filled with animated chatter from countless Galaxy Wars fans, some dressed as their favourite characters.

"You see The Spoiler?" Ray asked them both, all three pairs of eyes scanning the rows.

"No, not yet," Henry said, as an overenthusiastic dork came down the steps and spoke to them,

"Red Skynaught. You are the sworn enemy of Mento." The teenager spoke, confusing the two males, but since she'd watched all the movies with Charlotte, (y/n) got his references.

"Sorry. We don't speak nerd." Henry said to the boy.

"He's talking about the war between the warriors of Mento and the Red Skynaughts in the Years of the Ethereal Light." (y/n) explained and the nerdy boy smiled at her knowledge. Her friends, however, just looked at her with confusion.

"Tranya! You have insulted my tribe and the fair maiden in your company! Now taste the Tassel of Tinklon and I shall claim her for my people!" The dork slapped Henry across the face with his 'tassel', as Ray put (y/n)'s hand into his. No nerd was 'claiming' her on his watch. The fake weapon in his hand didn't really hurt Henry, it just really annoyed him.

Henry grabbed the boy's glow bat and broke it over his knee. He handed the two pieces back to the teary-eyed boy.

"Why'd you do that? Mom! A kid just broke my glow bat!" The teenager ran back to his mother on one of the back rows.

"How about those two seats right there?" Ray said to Henry, pointing to the seats.

"Cool." Henry agreed and (y/n) let go of Ray's hand to wait by the doors.

"I need to wait for Charlotte and Piper, you two go ahead." She smiled at them, but Ray didn't want to leave her. Henry shoved him up the stairs.

"Dude, she's a grown woman and we can see her from our seats." He hissed into the older man's ear.

"Ugh!" Ray groaned but carried on walking until Henry spotted the mean girl who had been bullying Piper.

"Hey, hey. See that girl over there?" Henry subtly pointed at the girl in the pink shirt.

"Mm-hmm, the one wearing the me button?" Ray asked when he saw the girl's page with his face on it.

"Yeah. That's the president of our fan club, the Man Fans. She's the one who's being really mean to my sister." The boy explained the backstory to his boss.

"Wow." Ray breathed out.

"What?" Henry looked at him in confusion.

"Her button. That's a fantastic picture of me--" Ray said, his ego showing.

"Oh, let's just sit down." Henry pushed him into their seats.

Charlotte and Piper walked in and met up with the woman who was looking after her.

"Hey, everything okay?" (y/n) smiled at them. Charlotte saw where Ray and Henry were sat and nodded, both at her words and at them.

"Um, where do you wanna sit?" Charlotte asked Piper, wanting to keep the temperamental girl happy, but she just gasped and started to jump in excitement when she saw the girl on the back row.

"What?" (y/n) asked, wondering what had gotten her so excited.

"That's Paula Macchiato." Piper cried, and ran up the stairs to where the girl was sat.

"Hi, Paula." She said happily, thinking that the president of the Man Fans would also be happy to see her. However, Paula lolled her head into the headrest and rolled her eyes.

"'Sup, Paula?" Piper reiterated her greeting when the girl ignored her.

"Until you get a selfie with Captain Man, don't talk to me, don't look at me, and don't even think about sitting with us." She yelled at Piper who looked like she was gonna cry. Henry, Charlotte and (y/n) looked on in sympathy and anger at how horrible the girl was. Not even Piper deserved to be spoken to like that.

"Okay, sorry." Piper sadly plodded back down the steps to where the two girls were waiting for her.

"Hold my popcorn, Charlotte, I'm gonna go say something to that brat." (y/n) said and rolled up her sleeves with a huff.

"Shhh. Don't upset her, please. I need her to like me." Piper stopped her from going anywhere.

"Okay, but if she looks at me, I'm gonna give her one of these," Charlotte said to Piper and pulled an angry face at the girl at the back.

"And I'm going to give her this." (y/n) went to stick up her middle finger, but Charlotte held her hand down before Paula could notice or Piper could tell what she was doing. She let out a sigh and took the younger girls to some free seats before she could swear in front of more children.

"Hey, I want popcorn," Ray whined to Henry as he watched (y/n) and Charlotte sat down with his sidekick's sister.

"There's none left in your adventure sack?" Henry asked him, still looking through the crowd.

"You know there's not! Be right back." The large man snapped, knowing that Henry was teasing him. He stood up to go to the foyer and grab a box.

"Keep an eye out for The Spoiler." The boy reminded him.

"You too." Ray left him and walked down the steps next to their seats. He had only been gone a minute when a man emerged from the crowd and started to speak.

"Uhhhh. Excuse me! Hey, people, listen up!" He shouted to everyone, and everyone fell silent. Henry looked at him in suspicion as he knew The Spoiler had made himself known.

"It's The Spoiler!" Charlotte cried and pointed to him, sending the room into a panic.

"He's going to ruin everything!" The dorky boy from before shouted from the back.

"I got some information about the movie!" The Spoiler addressed the crowd.

"Ray?" Henry needed his friend with him at a time like this. If only he hadn't been thinking of his stomach. He got up from his seat and ran to go find him at the popcorn kiosk.

"So, get this..."The Spoiler started, but (y/n) was quicker than him.

"Quick, everyone do this! La, la, la, la, la." She told everyone with her fingers in her ears to block out what he was saying. Everyone copied her actions, and the noise they made together meant they couldn't hear what the cocky teenager was saying.

"No, don't do that! Hear me! Hear me!" The Spoiler shouted, agitated that the crowd had some power over him.

Henry walked back into the room as Kid Danger, ready to fight the guy who was a menace to everyone in Swellview.

"Hey, you!" He shouted.

"What?" The Spoiler wasn't scared of some sidekick.

"Shut up!" Henry told him, as Piper noticed the new presence in the room.

"It's Kid Danger!" She yelled in happiness, as Charlotte and (y/n) breathed a sigh of relief that The Spoiler was about to meet his match.

"Oh my god, we love you, Kid Danger!" She yelled and grabbed onto her companions' arms as Henry stalked towards The Spoiler.

"Spoiler alert, I'm about to spoil you." Henry sassed the dude.

"Yes! That was the perfect quip!" Piper said fangirling over the boy she didn't know was her brother.

"Get outta here!" The Spoiler hissed at Henry and shoved him back onto the floor. The crowd 'oooh'd at the attack. Kid Danger got back to his feet and tackled the other teen to the floor. The crowd cheered and clapped as the two brawled and Henry got a few punches to the guy's stomach. However, the older teen was stronger and he managed to twist Henry's arm until he was pinned on the floor. The audience was in horror as the sidekick struggled against the criminal.

"Maybe I'll just break your arm and ruin the movie for everyone." The Spoiler said as he held Kid Danger's arm over his knee and gripped his throat harshly. Sensing the gravity of the situation, Piper ran from her seat, stealing a glow bat on her way down the stairs.

"Get your hands off Kid Danger!" She yelled at the thug and began whacking as hard as she could on the man's back. He fell to the floor in pain, letting go of Henry, but she carried on her attack. The crowd applauded her brave actions, especially Charlotte and (y/n). It seemed that courage and selflessness ran in the family, even if Piper rarely showed it.

Ray ran in as Captain Man to see his sidekick on the floor, wide-eyed at how viciously his sister was hitting The Spoiler.

"It's Captain Man!" The nerd boy said, and the crowd cheered even louder. Ray helped Henry up and lifted Piper away from The Spoiler.

"Calm down." He told her, but she went back to hitting the teen on the floor, making him pick her up again.

"Go, Piper!" Charlotte yelled as she clapped.

"Hit the crap outta him!" (y/n) joined in, loving the way the child was taking down a criminal for Captain Man. Having gotten Piper to calm down, Ray picked the teenager up by the scruff of his neck.

"Well, The Spoiler...I'm about to spoil..." Ray lifted his fist to punch the guy.

"I already quipped that." Henry chipped in, so Ray just chucked the guy to the awaiting cops instead.

"Kid Danger, can I have a hug?" Piper asked, but Henry freaked out at the idea. He couldn't get close enough to his sister that she recognised him.

"Uhhh, not right now, I need to go stand over there." He excused himself in a fake voice, so Piper turned to Captain Man instead. However, Paula Macchiato wasn't about to be outshone by her rival.

"Move!" The president ran down the steps and pushed Piper into the free seats at the front. (y/n) and Charlotte frowned and crossed their arms at the girl's spiteful actions.

"Captain Man, I'm Paula Macchiato, the president of your fan club, the Man Fans. I'm awesome." She said, which made Ray briefly look up at (y/n) who was pointing at her and mouthing the word 'bitch'.

"Yeah, I heard about you." He said, whilst also looking at Henry who shook his head at the girl.

"What's your name, little girl?" Ray asked Piper, knowing he had to be nice to her and not Paula.

"Piper Hart. Remember? One time you shot an alien off my face with Exterminator Phalange?" Piper said to jog his memory.

"Oh yeah. Well, Piper Hart, you showed extreme bravery by using this glow bat to beat The Spoiler nearly half to death." The superhero praised her.

"Thanks. I loved it!" She said in jubilation, as Paula Macchiato frowned next to her.

"And you...you just sat there, like a pile of nothing." He said to the brat.

"But, I was going to do something." Paula whinged.

"Wahh. But I was gonna do something. Wahh. That's how you sound." Piper spat the words the girl had said to her earlier on back at Paula. The crowd laughed at her joke and Henry looked on proudly.

"And now, I, Captain Man, declare you, Piper Hart, the new president of the Man Fans." He told Piper, which the Man Fan members in the crowd loved to hear. Paula, however, did not. Walking forward in front of Ray, she punched him as hard as she could in his stomach, however, the girl's measly strength meant that it was more of a tickle. (y/n) snorted at her pathetic attempt.

"I'm okay," Ray said his catchphrase sarcastically, and Paula just stormed off in anger.

"Now, what do you say we all watch Galaxy Wars 9?" Captain Man shouted at the cheering crowd, as Piper ran back to where Charlotte and (y/n) were waiting for her.

"Wait, wait!" The geek said, quieting everyone down.

"As guardian of the Throne of Krandor, I challenge both Captain Man and Kid Danger to the duel--" The two superheroes didn't want to hear anymore nerd-talk from the boy, so they just stunned him with their lasers. They began to walk back to their seats when Ray spotted that a woman had a carton of popcorn.

"Hey, what's that?" He pointed at something on the wall and took her box when she wasn't looking and rushed to join Henry, where they could enjoy the movie together.

~After the movie~

"Oh man, that was so good!" (y/n) said to Ray, Henry and Charlotte as they drove home from the movie. Piper was asleep on the back seat, so they were driving her home as quickly as they could.

"I know! Especially when Duke Starjacker blew up the space station!" Charlotte quietly geeked out with her. Ray and Henry liked the movie, it was good enough to satisfy their love for them, but for two fans of Galaxy Wars like the girls, it was out of this world.

"Aren't you glad you chose to be the best character now?" (y/n) poked Ray's cheek in her teasing. He smiled at her quickly but looked back to the road again.

"Yeah, yeah. It was a good costume." He said to keep her happy. They pulled up to the sidewalk outside Henry's house and Henry and Charlotte gently picked up Piper, him holding her head, and her taking her legs. The boy had transformed out of his super-suit after they left the movie theatre, meaning he could sneak back into his house and if his parents were awake, he wouldn't have to answer any hard questions.

"Ok, I can walk back to my house from here guys," Charlotte whispered to them through the Man Van's open window.

"Okay Char, have a good night," Ray said, and (y/n) waved to her as he pressed down on the gas and they drove off. The woman leaned back into her seat, the long and exciting night making her feel sleepy. The heater made her feel even drowsier, so she closed her eyes and leaned her cheek against the window.

"You getting tired on me?" Ray spoke up, noticing down she had fallen silent.

"Mm-hmm." She gave a small nod, and the man smiled at her. She was adorable when she got tired, as she clung to him and instinctively sort out his warm body. He knew that they were about fifteen minutes away from the Man Cave, enough time for her to doze.

"Sleep tight, princess. I'll be here when we get home." He put a hand on her knee and she fell into her dreams, imagining Ray as Duke Starjacker and her as a warrior of Mento fighting the galaxy side by side, her love for him burning as bright as the twin suns of Krandor.

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Pretend to Be Nice - 4 - Quick Pash in the Bog

The Almighty Johnsons - Anders & female Reader 4301 words

Summary: You make good on your word to rejoin Anders and Axl on another night out looking for the Frigg at a club. Anders continues to be handsy and blur the line between friends and 'special friends' until things become untenable.

CW: Language, alcohol consumption, discussion/implication of hookups, sexual tension, touching, kissing. No 'on-screen' sex. Yet.

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here

You let yourself into Anders’s flat, looking around cautiously.

He had buzzed you into the building, telling you his door was unlocked, but it felt weird not to at least knock.

“Hello?”

You froze when he stepped out of his bathroom in nothing but a towel loosely draped around his hips, his hair damp and unruly.

“Yeah, hey- I’ll be out shortly. Help yourself to the piss in the kitchen.” “Sure.”

He disappeared again, leaving you alone to contemplate the absolutely divine sight you’d just witnessed.

Did he have any idea what it would do to you, to see him mostly-naked, skin shining and the remnants of his shower still clinging to his chest hair? It had been just long enough to catch the curve of his belly and the treasure trail that decorated it - but not long enough to act on the impulse to tear that pesky towel away and jump him right there.

You wandered around the corner into his kitchen in a mild daze, surprised to see that he’d set out an open bottle of your favourite wine and three empty glasses beside a tray of prepared fruit and cheese.

Bit fancier than our usual pre-bar piss.

You poured yourself a glass and stepped over to his curtains, pushing them aside to take in the view of Auckland in the slowly-setting sun.

Meanwhile, Anders was finishing drying off, trying to push away his own thoughts of you.

It was absolutely criminal that he was going out on the town with you dressed like that, knowing it was going to be some pissant mortal who got to end the night with you.

He’d seen you in that deadly dress exactly once before, and it was the night you’d met your last serious boyfriend. You were sure to turn heads at the club.

Is she already moving on, then?

He winced as he tried to get his half-hard cock to sit comfortably in his underwear. He needed to think about something else.

Axl arrived not long later, helping himself to a beer from the fridge instead of the suggested wine as the two of you got caught up.

“You almost ready yet?” he called down the hall toward Anders’s room.

“Seriously,” you tacked on. “I know chicks who get ready faster than you!”

“You’re hilarious!” came his reply.

Axl snickered and started telling you about a movie he’d watched the week before while he snacked on the food.

“You can quit your bitching now,” Anders greeted you minutes later, walking into the kitchen looking like a model in his tailored suit, the black collared shirt slightly open.

Axl laughed, earning him a dimpled grin from his brother.

“You look skux,” you offered, trying to keep your tone light and not wistful. “Definitely worth the wait.”

“Well, after seeing you in this-” He rubbed a hooked finger up your side to indicate the dress you had on. “Figured we were going all out.”

“Oh?” You looked down at yourself in surprise.

Anders nodded, giving you another lookover. His voice dropped into a soft and serious tone you rarely heard, quiet enough that Axl didn’t even hear it as he chugged the last of his beer. “You look great.”

“Ta.” You took a gulp of your wine, looking away as you felt your cheeks warming.

He’s just being friendly, you told yourself. He always remarks on what I’m wearing.

You reminded yourself not to read into anything he did or said. You weren’t willing to lose him completely - pathetic as that sounded even to you - so you just had to find a way to think of him only as a friend regardless of how close you were.

Not long later, the three of you were piling into a cab.

Anders got in first, settling into the seat beside the door before patting his lap. “Got a seat for ya.”

You raised a brow at his self-satisfied smirk, but decided two could play this game. You sat on him, earning you a few surprised grunts from him as you maneuvered yourself indelicately over his lap to get to the middle seat.

“Careful with the goods,” he complained despite the amusement in his voice.

“Get out of the way next time.”

He tucked his lower lip into his mouth as he shut the door, trying to hide his grin.

Meanwhile, Axl was getting situated on your other side and telling the driver where you were headed.

As you pulled onto the road, Anders spread his legs slightly, attempting to find a more comfortable position in the slightly cramped vehicle. His hand landed on your thigh, then slid up just enough to make you shift in your seat as the touch sent a spike of arousal to your core.

You glanced in his direction to see him distracted, but the movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. He met your gaze with a smile, his blue eyes duller but no less beautiful to you in the yellow tint of the street lights outside.

You felt a flutter in your chest, pleased to think he was so relaxed and happy. He seemed to be having a good time out as usual, like nothing had changed.

Was it possible that this physical contact was completely platonic and innocent?

It’s not like he never touched me before…

Maybe it would never occur to him to think of you that way, even after knowing how you felt. You glanced down at his lips, not noticing when he did the same.

“You should text us your address,” Axl suggested suddenly, bringing you back to the moment.

“Hm?” You turned to face him.

“That way if you get munted, you’re not stuck being put up.” “Oh. Right. Sure.”

You had to shift a bit to get into your purse, pressing slightly against Anders, which earned your thigh a squeeze. You opted to ignore that entirely as you quickly sent off your info, causing both of their phones to ding in their pockets.

“My bed’s not good enough suddenly?” Anders teased.

Axl checked the text to clear the notification, brows raising in surprise. “Oh, you two are almost neighbours, eh?”

You shrugged, ignoring the feeling in your chest caused by Anders’s comment. “Yeah.”

Anders narrowed his eyes at you.

“So that’s why you always want to meet up at mine. How come we never go to yours?”

You frowned, feeling defensive.

“You’ve never asked? You always seemed so keen to host us, I reckoned you liked it that way.”

Anders matched your expression. Am I always keen to host them? Maybe. He hadn’t questioned it at all before, but now that you said so, he was always happy to host; his people, anyway.

“In any case, my place is the smallest,” you continued, turning to Axl again. “But I was thinking of hosting something at my bach soon. You know, for everyone.”

He grinned. “Mean as.”

“You could bring Zeb!”

Axl let out a laugh. “He’d love that. Ta.”

Anders clucked. “Leading on the mortal,” he teased quietly, feigning that he didn’t mean for you to hear.

You leaned into Anders and batted your lashes at him affectionately. “Relax, you’re still my favourite.”

This elicited a laugh from Axl, but Anders sobered, staring back at you with a serious expression you weren’t sure how to interpret.

This time you did catch him glance down at your lips, and your own smile faded as his gaze met yours. Your faces were so close that he heard you hold your breath, heart in your throat as you wondered what he was thinking.

“Good,” he said at last, immediately turning to look out the window, playing off the comment even as his hand twitched against your leg.

The night continued on in a similar fashion; Axl seemingly oblivious to the near-constant contact Anders kept with you, and you overly-aware of it at every moment.

Still, both you and Anders pretended like it wasn’t happening, Anders talking openly about the three of you finding people to root.

“What about that redhead with the tube top?” Anders suggested to Axl, gesturing to the dancefloor. “Bet you could chat her up.”

“I think I’m still a bit too sober,” Axl admitted as the three of you sat nursing the dregs of your beers at a small table.

“Only one thing for it.” Anders held up his credit card, which Axl quickly snagged. “On it.”

Axl was off toward the bar before either of you could tell him what you wanted, but you shrugged it off.

Anders turned to you with a raised brow and a smirk. “Quick pash in the bog while he’s gone?”

You felt your nostrils flaring as you pushed his face away with one hand, and rolled your eyes when he laughed at your reaction. You told yourself not to be hurt by the suggestion.

“Worth a shot.” He scanned the room. “Guess I’ll have to find someone else, then.”

“I thought we were here for Axl?” “We’re here for all three of us. Everyone deserves to get their end away.”

“And what happens if you hit on the Frigg first, hm?” You tapped his nose playfully.

He smiled, glancing at your lips momentarily. “Eh, I don’t mind sharing,” he quipped.

You let out a small scoff which was quickly drowned out by his bright laughter.

He looked out over the crowd, grinning away. “That said, if she’s here, I’m not getting any alarm bells.”

You hummed. “You know, I’m not convinced this is how we’re going to find her?” “No? You think the Frigg isn’t on the prowl?”

“She could be anybody.” Your face betrayed your pessimism. “With Axl’s luck, she’ll be the one to serve him an eviction notice when Zeb forgets to pay the rent one day.”

Anders tried to contain his laugh, leaning over to press his forehead into your shoulder. “Too good.”

You gaped and nudged him off of you playfully. “It’s not! He needs to make a good impression on her.”

Anders forced a serious expression, though his lips twitched to fight the curl of his smile, blue eyes alight with mischief. “Mm.”

“Don’t you want your full powers?”

His face sobered then, that being one of few topics he took very seriously. He placed a hand on his knee and gave you a firm nod. “Absolutely.”

“Then perhaps hitting random bars hoping to run into her by chance isn’t the most efficient path forward?” “It’s the most fun, though.”

You hummed uncertainly. Maybe for you.

Anders turned his attention away from you as Axl returned with six shots that he was doing his utmost not to spill. “There he is now, our fearless leader.”

Axl grinned. “I come bearing piss.”

You gestured and bowed your head in deference. “Our generous all-father.”

“Generous with my credit card.”

You tapped Anders’s cheek, giving him a mock-pitying glance. “Poor unappreciated Bragi.”

He sneered playfully, though his eyes and voice betrayed his affection for you. “Now you really are turning into Michele.”

You raised your brows. “Well, I don’t know about that.” Michele would certainly not entertain Anders’s flirtatious remarks or his wandering hands to the degree you had. You turned your attention to the shots Axl was divvying up.

“Right, to finding the Frigg,” Axl suggested.

You and Anders each took a shot in hand and held them up, parroting in unison. “To finding the Frigg.”

You took the shot, but shook your head and made faces as the alcohol burned your throat. “Wagh..! Fuck’s sake, Axl, what the hell was that?”

He laughed, though he ducked his head apologetically. “Sorry, I meant to give that one to Anders.” “Oh, real nice, bro.”

Anders threw you a sympathetic glance, rubbing your back. “Just skull the next one, it’ll go down better.”

When you pouted at him, he pursed his lips to stop himself from offering out loud to remove the taste from your mouth another way.

“Why do I keep drinking with you two?” You took the next shot in your hand and grimaced in anticipation.

Anders tapped your cheek patronizingly, mirroring your prior teasing. “Aww, poor thing.”

You batted his hand away, annoyed. “Hey, be nice to me.”

You shut your eyes as you downed the next shot, somewhat consoled by the sweet taste that helped wash away the harsh remains of the first one.

“I am nice to you,” Anders muttered, putting his own now-empty shot glass down.

You pretended not to hear him, though you felt a tightness in your chest as you fought the urge to agree outwardly.

Axl let out an enthused noise before smacking his cheeks a few times. “Okay, let’s dance!”

He pulled your arm, and suddenly both Johnsons were ushering you over to the dancefloor.

“Yeah, yeah…”

The club was surprisingly busy, and there was no shortage of hot young Aucklanders to try it on with.

The three of you had a sort of system; dance together until Axl caught someone’s eye, then split up further as needed. Anders claimed this was so that the Frigg had a better chance of noticing Odin, but you suspected it was so that Axl wouldn’t complain if Anders went after a chick before he could.

The shots had clearly done their job for Axl, who was enthusiastically hopping around to the beat. You tried to stifle your laugh, but he only grinned and grabbed your hands, leading you in a joyful - if not elegant - dance of sorts.

Anders tucked his lower lip under his teeth. Oh, I so wish I could record this.

When the song changed, Axl relinquished your hands, settling into a cheery, but much more respectable set of movements.

You looked over your shoulder at Anders, grinning. “I’m glad I came out,” you enthused.

This brought out his dimples as he nodded his chin upward, proud of having convinced you.

He moved to stand behind you as the three of you continued to dance, his hands ghosting over your hips as he leaned in close to murmur in your ear.

“See? You should do as I tell you.”

You shivered at the way his breath tickled your skin, his echoing Bragi tones stoking the want for him that you’d been trying to quell all night. You took a steadying breath, your grin faltering only briefly before you turned your attention back to Axl.

Axl’s antics hadn’t gone unnoticed, and with Anders moving in to dance with you so intimately, the freckled redhead that Anders had suggested earlier had approached the now-lone Johnson.

As Axl started dancing with her, Anders steered you both slightly away to give Axl some space.

You turned to face him, catching the crooked smile that played on his lips as he looked you over.

“Think that’s her?” you asked.

Anders shook his head, letting out a small scoff. Who cares? “I think Axl’s going to have a good time.”

“Mm.” Your disappointed hum was cut short when his hands met yours, leading you to do a couple spins. You smiled, wincing a bit and feeling silly until he pulled you against himself.

“And so should we, eh?”

As you continued to sway to the heavy bass, the rest of the club fell away, your eyes locked onto his intense gaze, unsure how to reply.

He let go of your hand to pull your hips against his, and you lifted your arms over your head. He leaned in even closer, eyes trained toward your chest, and you smelled his aftershave over the alcohol on his breath. You were vaguely aware of the song changing as you lowered your arms to wrap them around his shoulders.

You wanted to be closer, even as his hands started trailing teasing paths along your sides, up your back, down your thighs.

He pressed his nose to yours, closing his eyes, and as you closed your own in desire, you felt a spike of anxiety; was he going to kiss you? Did you want him to?

He didn’t, instead moving to press his head to the side of yours as he nudged his leg between yours, inching the hem of your dress upward despite the lack of privacy on the dancefloor.

You shuddered, wishing you were back at his flat, knowing in that moment that you’d let him take you however he wanted you.

How many times had you imagined exactly this? Anders working his charms on you just like you’d seen him do dozens of times to mortal women in clubs just like this one. Anders kissing you in some dark corner of a group gathering. Anders alone with you in his flat, his wandering hands finally reaching the place you needed him most.

You let your hands slide down to grip the lapel of his jacket.

“Anders…”

He sucked in a breath, arousal spiking at the sound of you saying his name in such a quiet, pleading tone. He moved to meet your wanton gaze, eyelids heavy as his parted lips inched toward yours.

You inhaled sharply, coming back to reality at the thought of crossing that invisible boundary.

What the fuck am I doing?

You moved to talk in his ear as you pressed your hands against his chest.. “Let’s split up. Everyone will think we’re together otherwise.”

He scowled, but before he could protest, you pushed past him, and he stilled, watching as you walked off without so much as a backward glance.

So that’s it, then?

He didn’t get it; he thought he’d been working you up all night. Did you really think that had been purely friendly?

Had he always been that flirtatious and physical with you without realizing it, to the point that you didn’t see it as a change in behaviour? What more could he possibly do?

And now, though you’d claimed to be ‘in love with him’, you were just leaving him alone in the club? Didn’t you know how he felt? Or maybe you just didn’t care.

Yeah, you love me so much.

Then again, it wasn’t the first time someone had said that and left him alone. He knew how to push away the sting of your rejection.

He took off in the other direction, seeking a warm body to find solace in.

You maneuvered through the crowd on the dance floor, oblivious to the way you drew the mortals’ attention as you tried to calm the buzzing in your head and the adrenaline coursing through your system.

Is he that oblivious?

You couldn’t take his casual physicality anymore. Whether he was actually trying it on, or just teasing you, you weren’t sure what was more upsetting a thought. It wasn’t fair for him to use your confession to spark a meaningless root that would break your heart, and it was just as callous not to realize what that sort of flirtation would evoke in you if he was just taking the piss.

It’s not nice, Anders…

After a moment, you scanned the crowd for someone you could try to be interested in. It didn’t take long for a tall, fit looking man to approach you, long dark curls falling in his face as he leaned toward you to say hello over the music.

Anders watched you from the other end of the room. “That’s my girl…” he murmured, a smile playing on his lips that didn’t reach his eyes.

It was no wonder you’d caught someone’s attention, and he did believe what he’d said; that everyone deserved to get their end away. Still, it didn’t sit quite right with him; once again feeling the unfamiliar churning in his stomach that happened when he thought about you lately.

Not my girl, he corrected himself.

He turned his attention to the women dancing closer to where he was standing. A bleach-blonde in a skimpy dress seemed like an easy mark, her lip gloss freshly-applied, but smudged mascara indicating that she’d been out for a while. The way she was moving, he guessed she was pretty up for it, so he approached with a smoldering look.

As she started to dance with him, he glanced over your way again, only to catch you looking back at him.

Your dance partner didn’t notice you hold eye contact with Anders as you trailed your hands down his chest.

Anders narrowed his eyes, smirking at your teasing. Maybe he’d gone too far earlier, making light of the lust he felt whenever he looked at you, making you think he was joking about taking you to the bog. Now you were throwing it back at him. Maybe that was the sort of friends you were now; working each other up but not acting on it?

She thinks I’m lovable, just not enough to let anything come of it.

You watched Anders trail his fingers up the blonde woman’s side, imagining he was doing that to you again. You glanced up at your dance partner again, who was grinning as you two got closer.

“I’m Ben, by the way,” he told you over the music.

You nodded and offered your mortal name as Ben moved in a way that blocked your view of Anders.

Smart, Anders thought, as he continued on even while watching you. Don’t bother with me. I don’t commit to chicks.

She knows that; she’s my friend.

He pursed his lips as he saw you smiling up at the tall stranger. You always had such a good-natured smile. He’d seen you smile like that at many men; seen them stare at you much like this jafa was. You always thought the best of them. Maybe you were blind to what people were really like, or maybe you were just so desperate for love that you didn’t want to see it.

He raised his brows as his own dance partner let her wandering hands tease him briefly below the belt. He grinned half-heartedly, giving her a bit more attention as he wished that you’d acted more like this earlier.

Not her style… She’s the wife-type. Always looking for a partner, not a root.

He stifled a groan as the stranger’s body pressed against his wantingly, still stuck on thoughts of you.

Why waste her time? Break her heart and everyone would know. Axl would kill me. Michele would literally kill me.

The memory of your pained expression the night you’d confessed flashed through his mind, and he knew he couldn’t do that to you anyway.

No point in making problems. Hm. Maybe that’s what she meant by it.

He shut his eyes, losing himself to the carnal pleasure of the stranger that was grinding against him.

Smart.

He opened his eyes and made eye contact with you again, noting the wanton look on your face.

Ben was standing behind you, his hands sliding down your torso as you swayed your hips in time with the music.

Anders licked his lips, trying to temper the mix of frustration and satisfaction he was feeling at knowing that you were looking at him while having the man dancing with you eating out of the palm of your hand.

That’s my girl.

He watched as Ben turned you to face him, fighting the wince that started as he saw him lean in to give you a tentative kiss.

He whispered in the blonde’s ear, Bragi unrestrained thanks to the lust coursing through him.

Buzzed from the shots and worked up by Anders, you melted into Ben’s kiss, forgetting yourself momentarily. Your fingers gripped lightly at his shirt, and you felt him sigh in pleasure against your soft lips.

When he broke the kiss, you opened your eyes and felt a sting of disappointment that the face that greeted you wasn’t Anders’s.

You took a step back, sucking in a breath as you felt yourself return to reality again.

What the fuck am I even doing?

You glanced in the direction Anders had been, but neither he nor his recent dance partner were visible. You had a pretty good idea of where they had gone, and felt a bout of nausea.

“I’m sorry.” You wrapped your arms around your torso, looking up at Ben guiltily. “I don’t think I’m as ready for this as I thought.”

He raised his brows in alarm, looking you over as though for injury as he took a step back to give you space.

“Oh, my bad- Did I overstep? Didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No- you didn’t. You’ve been-” You felt your cheeks flush with heat. “Great. I’m just- still sort of- caught up on my ex.”

“Aw, that’s a shame.” He gave you another lookover, more pitying now than lascivious. His smile was genuine as he tilted his head at you. “When you are ready, I’d love to dance with you again.”

You flashed him a bashful smile, unsure how to reply at first. “Um- sure. Ta.” “Pleasure’s mine.”

You let him talk you into giving you his number, then found your way back to where Axl was leaning against the bar.

“Oh, hey!” Axl’s warm grin put you at ease.

“Hey. Listen, I’m feeling a bit unwell. Think I’ll call it here.”

“Oh- Are you sure?” Axl looked over the crowd, trying to find Anders. “Do you want us to take you home?”

“No, that’s fine. I’ll just cab. You stay.” “Yeah?” “Yeah, Anders is in the bog I’m pretty sure. And you look like you’re still having a good time.”

Axl pursed his lips, still unconvinced. “You sure you’ll be right?”

You forced a smile. “Yes. Go find your Frigg.”

He laughed, not expecting that to happen, but nodded. “Alright. Ta.”

You waved him goodbye and headed to the front of the club, pulling out your phone to shoot off a text.

‘You free?’

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levmada · 2 years

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oh my god i’m so late but for the 1k event, could you do modern kitty!levi and reader- hurt/comfort with reader comforting levi after (or during) one of his heats (he feels especially vulnerable and weak then) with 1, 5, and 13

i fucking adored writing your request. hurt comfort + kitty levi = my eternal happiness

content/warnings: gn!Reader, subdrop, misunderstandings, lots of hurt/comfort, ooc Levi??, hybrids; heats (kitty Levi)

wc: ~.8k

Levi feels an innate but unmistakable emptiness crawl inside his chest and weigh like a boulder after you slip away from the bed when he has scarcely caught his breath.

He's fucking disgusting, sweat pasted all over his body, even his belly where drying cum is caked. Lube a fucking mess between his legs. Spit and hickies, too. His dick actually feels raw.

Heat is still there, but satiated for now, like a dull warmth permeating his blood. Like a sickness that won't go away.

The state the bed is in, you'll have to wash the sheets because he's just too weak to do it on his own (he knows this well). He'll probably be busy resting up when it drives in again at full-force.

Another innate but unmistakable urge, the one to gather up a bunch of clothes or towels (anything that smells like you) up like a nest wrestles with the hunk of black feeling.

He is disgusting.

And every three months you have to put up with him like this. Sure, the sex is great, but only up to a certain point for you. You can't keep up with him the whole time for obvious reasons, and the ending is always the same: this disgusting mess.

When you come back in, towels and fresh clothes folded under your arm, a tall glass of water in your other hand, Levi is curled up on his side and facing away from you. His lower half is under the blankets for some reason; that has to be uncomfortable. Why is he hiding?

"Levi?"

He hunches up, ears lurching back.

And then it hits you: he's going through a subdrop.

It's no surprise, really. He exhausted himself to the point of collapse before, and you're only midway through his heat. You shouldn't have left him, but you're here now.

You hurry to set the water on the bedside, grunting softly as your backside falls on the bed. Sore.

"I got you some water," you encourage.

You lay a hand on his shoulder, but he only tenses.

"Baby, c’mere, let me hold you—”

His head shoots around with a harsh shrug, shoving you off. "Leave me alone."

You gape. "What?"

Your voice is light. Too light.

Levi hurts. He curls up much more, and wraps his arms around himself like a hug.

You rake your memories for explanations. The very last thing Levi ever wants during heat is to be left alone. It doesn't make sense.

"I don't understand," you murmur. He hasn't even left the bed yet, when it's positively soiled with a variety of messes. "I'm not leaving you like this, Lee. Can you stand up?"

"You left first," he grunts. It sounds raw.

"I—?"

And then it hits you. As soon as you were finished, you got out of bed without even a kiss... but only to clean up.

You're about to argue when you realize it will make no difference to Levi, the state of mind he's in. Either you stay or you don't, and you didn't. Maybe he even felt abandoned.

"Oh, honey... Can I touch you? I don't wanna leave you. Please."

Shrug. He isn't looking at you.

You take this as an affirmative and reach out to reassure him. Your hand lands in his hair, stroking his scraggly bangs from his face and scratching behind his ears.

Victory thrums in you as a light purring immediately bubbles to the surface, only to be cut by a short silence. A sob.

Your lips part once again. This time you shuffle much closer, continuing your soft scratches, even as Levi squirms to hide his face in his hands.

“Shh," you soothe. "It's okay. I’m here.”

"I didn't mean to," you try to comfort. "I guess I... got caught up in routine. That doesn't mean I don't wanna be near you."

"No," he hisses back. His ears flatten. "That's just it: it's routine. You're sick and tired of it."

"No, Levi," you breathe, echoing him. "Never."

If he wasn't in heat, this wouldn't be your Levi, but after coming down so many times, combined with being as sensitive as a raw nerve with the heat, it makes sense.

Levi is a little ball under the sheets. "Fuck, I'm disgusting. I'm so stupid."

He should've known he was overthinking it. How could he... doubt you?—Doubt your loyalty? Or love?

"It's understandable. I know." You shuffle down beside him, at his back, and drape an arm around his waist. "I'm here. I'm gonna help clean you up, okay?"

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "Fucking crybaby."

"No, sweetie. There’s no shame in crying, I promise. Let's get you cleaned up.”

A little nod.

You squeeze him tight with a kiss to his temple before tugging the sheets off his shoulders. He kicks them the rest of the way before your arms scoop him up, to your chest.

He chirps, eyes widening with alarm. By instinct, his arms shoot up and cling to your neck. "What're you—?"

"What does it look like? Let's go start the bath."

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karatekels · 10 months

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Lesson Learned - Part 2

Part 2 of Anon's request! (Part 1 here)

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You entered the dojo just as the class started, and felt yourself tense up despite your best efforts not to as you scanned the room, looking for Terry. You didn’t spot him, but saw Sensei Kim and several other people in gis identifying them as senseis as well. Strange, they almost outnumbered the students, as there were only eight of you in the class.

You went through the motions of the warm ups mindlessly, disappointed that Terry wasn’t there. You’d really amped yourself up before walking in here tonight, ready to prove that you weren’t a lovestruck fool. Still, perhaps this was a good thing; you had come to the dojo to learn karate, not to drool over a man, especially one old enough to be your father. Finishing your warm ups, you turned your attention to Sensei Kim and the row of senseis behind her.

“Today we will be testing your strengths individually, which is why the other senseis have joined us this evening,” Kim begins, and you feel like she’s sizing each of you up as opponents with her gaze. “You will each be paired up with a sensei who will push you in your training to see where you need to improve. Expect to be hurting by the end,” she warns, then moves to start pairing up students and instructors. There are only seven senseis, and eight of you, and as people are paired up you realize it’s going to be you and another student against Sensei Kim. You really didn’t feel like getting your ass kicked by the fierce woman today, but at least this was something you signed up for.

“Apologies for being late, Sensei Kim,” comes a smooth voice from right behind you, and you barely keep yourself from yelping as you jump in surprise, watching Terry calmly walk past you to his colleague. The two have a brief conversation, but you can’t say you hear anything over the loud thumping of your racing heart. He’d caught you off guard, and you berated yourself in your head as you tried to calm down, looking at anywhere but him.

“Are you ready to begin, Y/N?”

You think you managed to appear relatively composed as you turn to face him, nodding. He gives you a charming smile, and takes a few steps back from you.

“Alright then. Try to take me down.” Your eyes fly up to his, seeing them sparkling in amusement as he surveys you.

“W-What?” you ask, your mouth dry.

“Well, you didn’t think I would have you fight against an imaginary opponent, did you?” he asks, chuckling good-naturedly.

Well, shit. You were having enough trouble keeping your senses about you when you were just looking at him, and now you had to touch him? This was going to be the longest hour of your life! Still, maybe touching Terry in this innocent, practical context would be enough to get him out of your system?

Half an hour later, you accepted that that had been wishful thinking. From the very first touch – he blocked one of your punches by grabbing your fist with one of his large hands – you felt little electrical shocks across your skin every time you made contact. Still, you think that you were handling yourself fairly well, all things considered. You hadn’t tripped or anything stupid, and had made some good attempts at knocking Terry to the ground. You knew your cheeks were still red, and hoped he would chalk it up to the exertion of the exercise.

Still, it almost seemed like Terry was trying to get a reaction out of you. Did he really need to get that close to you when helping to correct your form, using the gentlest of touches? And surely you were just imagining that he was pulling you a little closer to him before flipping you onto your back on the mat? As he pulled you to your feet again – bringing you perhaps a tad too close to his broad chest for being professional – you bit your tongue, determined to see if this was all just your imagination.

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Terry took you in as you came at him again, sweaty, hair mussed, breathing heavily, a look of fierce determination in your eyes. You were radiant, he thought, blocking another one of your blows. Part of him acknowledged that you had quite a bit of potential as a fighter, but that was largely overshadowed as he considered more enjoyable uses for your…stamina.

This had been an enjoyable training session so far, and his plan was coming along perfectly. Kim had played her part well, setting up this scenario where he could have a bit of 1-on-1 time with you. He’d have to remember to add something extra to her next paycheque.

Putting his colleague out of his mind for now, he kept his focus on you. Watching you jump as he took you by surprise, Terry initially thought that perhaps this plan would prove too much for you to handle. However, after your initial trepidation – God, the way you subconsciously bit your lip when you realized you’d have to touch him – your stubbornness seemed to be paying off. Oh, he could still sense you reacting to him, the way your body tensed when he adjusted your arm after a poorly formed punch, the way you held your breath when he got close, the way your eyes lingered on him… yes, the symptoms of your attraction to him were very evident, but you weren’t letting them get in the way of your fighting, and he couldn’t keep the slightly wicked smile off his face as he watched you approach, trying to predict your next move.

You swung your leg, aiming a kick at his head, but he dodged, moving smoothly to the side so that your leg came down, your back nearly pressed against his front. Terry bit the inside of his cheek, trying to maintain his composure and not get hard. Unable to help himself, he placed a hand on your shoulder, feeling you tense beneath him again. Smirking, he bent down – you were so small this close to him – to speak lowly in your ear.

“My dear, you’re facing the wrong wa-”

In one fluid motion, you grabbed his arm just above the wrist of the hand on your shoulder with both of yours and dropped to the ground, sliding backwards as you did so and pulling. You slipped between Terry’s legs, and as you pulled his arm with you he stumbled, tumbling over himself and landing on the mat on his back. You hopped to your feet and walked up to him, a pleased and surprised smile on your face, and bowed at him, your eyes slightly mocking. Terry took a moment to appreciate the glimpse of your cleavage before getting to his feet, radiating excitement. He clapped his hands together loudly once and beamed at you, and you gave him a cheeky grin in return, blushing slightly.

“Wonderful, Y/N! That was some quick and creative thinking, and you had no hesitation. Great work!” he compliments you, loving how you blushed more deeply at the praise. He finds himself thinking about what else he can do to get your body to respond, but Kim interrupts his thoughts by bringing the class to a close.

“That will be all for today, everyone. I will speak with the senseis about your progress, and next class we will make the needed adjustments.” People quickly gather their things, tired from the session, but Terry notices that you haven’t moved to pack your things. Before you can snap out of your daze, he steps closer to you, deciding the best way to reel you in.

“I’d love to see that move again from you, Y/N. Do you think you could stay for a bit and we could work on improving it?” he asks innocently, giving you his most charming smile. Your jaw drops slightly as you gape at him, before breathlessly agreeing and scampering off to get some water, trying to keep a smile off your face.

Terry turns to Kim and locks eyes with her, tilting his head slightly towards the door. She nods curtly, getting the message, and quickly yet subtly getting everyone else out of the dojo before leaving herself. Terry saunters over casually and locks the door, ensuring you won’t be interrupted, before turning his gaze back to the hallway where you’d gone for a drink, taking on a predatory look.

This would be fun.

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In case it wasn’t apparent, I know nothing about karate and what is/isn’t allowed during a fight – I’m far too distracted by TIG to learn anything from the show! Also I promise I’ll stop teasing and the next part will be the last!

#terry silver #Cobra Kai #thomas ian griffith #terry silver x reader #sensei targaryen #karate kid #sexy teacher #we're all adults here #teasing

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rosemary-morgan · 1 year

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Geralt of Rivia X F.Reader - Fear (Part 1)

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Summary: The abyss of every soul is unsearchable. Even for a witcher like Geralt. His mission called for his instincts, for not everything seemed to be as it initially sounded. On the one hand was a desperate husband in search of his missing wife. But his feeling warned Geralt not to trust the noble man too much...

(OC Edmont Dorian, OC F.Reader)

Read part 2 here 👈

Warning: +18!! Violence, rape, angst, domestic violence

Fear (Part 1)

"You want to hire a witcher to find your wife?" A noble man was the client; handsome and in his fifties. He wore a black doublet with red and gold ornaments. His hair was black and cut short. Already a little graying at the temples, but barely visible were the fine lines under his eyes. "There is a reason for that, master Witcher!" The white wolf crossed his arms, looking at the man whose name was Edmont Dorian. "I need some information if I am to find your wife. No games, and no secrets either because sooner or later I'm going to find out about this!" And Geralt always gave his jobs one hundred percent; as long as the payment was good. "My wife Y/N is dangerous! She's involved with black magic!" "Do you have proof of this?" Malicious witches who performed dark arts were on Geralt's list, for he didn't just hunt monsters. His job was to protect people. Even from evil magic. "I caught her by surprise! And as soon as I confronted her about it, she did this to me!" He pointed to his left eye, where a long scar stretched down to his cheek. "I see. She hurt you out of sheer panic. And after that? What happened then?" "Nothing! She ran out of the house! I tried to catch up with her, but she disappeared immediately. Out of nowhere! I haven't heard from her since. I hired mercenaries, but no one has been able to find her yet. Edmont sighed heavily, running a hand through his dark hair, and walked over to the display case where he kept bottles of alcohol. "They told me that in trying to find my wife, they had almost paid with their lives!" "You said she uses dark magic. Why do you want her back, and not just dead? I usually bring the head of the beast to my clients!" Edmont handed Geralt a glass of liquor, which he accepted appreciatively. "I love my wife, and I want to understand why she did it. I don't know her like that! This is not my lovely Y/N!" "She was different before?" asked the Witcher as he drank the liquor in one go. The Witcher was curious, for he didn't often get an assignment like this. "Quite different. Lovely, graceful and full of warmth. But she has changed. I want my wife back, Witcher. You must know, she is still very young. Twenty-five years old." Considerably younger than the Count. Perhaps she simply wanted to escape from this marriage? Or maybe she had met another man and ran off with him? "You must be aware that you cannot force your wife to stay with you. She has chosen a different path." "Witcher! I will pay you well!" "I will search for her. But that is all I can do. I am not a magician!" In the end, the witcher didn't care what would happen after his job. Edmont could also let the whole story rest, but he wanted to have his wife back with him. However it seemed that the story would end for the couple and Edmont himself would have to live with the consequences for his wife did not seem to be harmless.

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A final, critical glance followed over the painting as Y/N examined it. A brushstroke here and there before she could finish it to her complete satisfaction. She took the canvas and leaned the painting against the railing to dry; next to the many other paintings which waited to be picked up. For Y/N, art was pure beauty. It filled her with happiness and satisfaction. At last she could live her life as she wished. In a small town, near Beauclair, Y/N lived in modest but pretty lodgings on the Vermentino estate. She earned her living by selling paintings and accepting art commissions. People were willing to pay good money for her art. But of course this was not enough. Three days a week she also worked in a bakery. Life in Toussaint was carefree and there were hardly any problems between each other. Elves, dwarves and humans lived side by side. Perhaps Y/N had finally found peace in Vermentino? In the last months she had traveled from one place to another to leave the shadows of her past behind her. But again and again, they caught up with her. However, for quite some time now, the ghosts haven't shown up. "Hello, Y/N!" Y/N looked to the person who was just entering the winery. "Hello, Levi! You've come for your painting?" The young elf nodded, already holding a small bag of florin. When Y/N fetched the painting and handed it to him, the client looked at it and was more than pleased with it. He thus handed the coins to the young woman. "Thank you so much, Y/N! It's beautiful!" "I'm so glad you like it, Levi!" "See you soon!" "Goodbye, Levi!" This day was soon coming to an end and Y/N retired to her quarters, where she stowed her earnings in her little box, which lay in her bedside table. As she looked at its contents, she saw that she had accumulated quite a bit. In the last four months she had done a lot for it and knowing that made the young woman smile. It felt damn good to be so free. Nobody on Vermentino knew that this had not always been the case, and no one was allowed to know either. Y/N wished she could stay at this winery forever, living her new life. She was tired of being on the run all the time, just because her husband wanted her back at any cost. But she seemed to have covered her tracks this time. No soldiers to capture her and bring her back to him. No one was able to bring her back to this monster. So far, no one had managed it either, but Y/N was tired. She was tired of running away all the time. This silence and tranquility she was enjoying at the moment would not last. She knew that. She knew her husband and she knew he would never give in. Y/N was still struggling internally with the aftermath of their relationship. Many fears had built up inside her, so that some days she hardly dared to leave the house; simply out of fear that one day someone would really manage to drag her out of Vermentino. She didn't even like to think about what her husband would do to her if he got his hands on her. He wasn't exactly a caring man. Quite the opposite, in fact. He was possessive, narcissistic and violent. Her escape had been the only way to get rid of him. He would never have accepted a divorce...

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"Where do you want to go, Y/N? You're nothing without me!" He approached her as Y/N backed away, but she defied his gaze and withstood it. She knew there was no other way out than escape. He tried to convince her that she would not be able to survive without him. But the young woman knew that this was complete nonsense. "Don't try to make any effort. You won't be able to change my mind, and you can't hold me against my will!" Without a warning, he swept the vase off the side table that had been standing right next to Y/N. She startled for a moment, but was not intimidated. The vase fell clattering to the floor, scattering the flowers and water on the red carpet. "You're mine! You're going to stay here! Seems like a black eye isn't enough for you, huh? That can be changed, Y/N! Come here!" He reached for her, but Y/N instantly broke away and fled, but her tormentor caught up with her, dragged her to the ground, and gave her the first slap. Followed by a second. "Get off of me! Let me go!" "I'll kill you first, Y/N!" He wrapped his hands around her neck, glaring at her with infinite hate. Eyes wide, Y/N stared up at the man who had done so many terrible things to her. Now he was going to kill her? Suddenly everything happened very quickly... and yet it seemed like half an eternity to the young woman. She saw the broken pieces of the vase lying next to her and she didn't think twice about it as she reached for it, cutting her own hand in the process. The blood oozed over her wrist, but she didn't mind. She cut her tormentor right across his left eye, down to his cheek, and he let go of her, screaming angrily. It was the moment when she could take flight and finally escape from her husband...

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Y/N closed the box as the memory passed her by. This belonged to the past, but not thinking about it was difficult for her. However, she tried to live a normal life every day. She had no idea that her husband, Edmont, had hired a Witcher to find her...

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"I'm looking for a young woman!" Geralt described his target in detail. At least, he revealed the details Edmont had given him. "Don't we all, master Witcher?" the dwarf laughed as he wiped the spilled ale from the counter. Geralt rolled his eyes and grumbled softly, as the dwarf obviously didn't understand what the Witcher meant. "Have you seen a woman like that around here in the last few weeks or months?" "Witcher! There are a lot of people coming here! Day in, day out!" Again the Witcher grumbled, for he saw that his questioning would get him nowhere. Thus the white wolf turned away, but the sorcerer did not give up so quickly. He would only need a few clues to pick up their trail and after that it would be easy to find them. "Witcher!" The white wolf stopped in his tracks when he was called. He glanced over his shoulder and caught sight of a man sitting at a table, deep in the corner. Being curious, Geralt approached him, for perhaps he would get some information about the lady he was searching for. "I think I can help you!" "Hm. Let's see," the white wolf said, as he took a seat. "I think I've seen the woman you're looking for! I overheard your conversation with the dwarf as you came in!" "So?" "I saw her with a group of soldiers! Three men were holding her against her will while they were happily drinking here, keeping an eye on that poor thing!" Geralt hummed softly, continuing to listen to the man's words. "When?" "Oh, I don't know. I think about five months ago?" "Mhm. Can you describe the woman to me in more detail?" Geralt wanted to make sure he wasn't wasting his time talking to the man who had already had enough beer. "A beautiful young woman! I heard earlier that you were looking for such a woman, Witcher!" Edmont had mentioned soldiers before. "Can you tell me more? About her?" "That she was scared! Those bastards treated her like dirt!" At that, the man gulped down his beer in one gulp before placing the glass back on the table with a dull thud. "I wouldn't be surprised if they raped the poor thing! Pah!" He spat to the floor, it seemed the stranger had really taken pity on the young woman. Geralt looked at the man in front of him. Calmly, he looked at every emotion on his face. Well, Geralt was just told a different point of view about Y/N. While Edmont spoke of a dangerous bitch, the stranger told of a frightened woman. "I hadn't been able to do anything for her. The soldiers threatened me when I approached them! Well, I left them alone. But I will never forget the sadness in her eyes!" It had to be Y/N. The soldiers had tried to take her back to Novigrad. "Thank you!" Geralt rose from his seat and the unknown man looked up at him, a glimmer of hope on his face. "I hope you will find her, master Witcher! If she is alive though." "If she is alive, I will find her!" And with that, the white wolf left the tavern and continued his search for Y/N.

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The days went by without anything special happeningbut something seemed to be brewing, she felt it. Y/N was already overcautious, but she did not waste unnecessary time on her thoughts, since work was calling. She took the fresh bread out of the oven and put it aside to cool down. And as she did so, memories of her former life came flooding back to her. There was nothing she could do about these flashbacks. They came unannounced...

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Y/N looked happily at her cake. Fresh strawberries and whipped cream. A dream! "Miss! What are you doing here?" Molly, an elderly lady who worked as a maid in the house, rushed over to the young woman. She seemed worried, almost upset. It would not please the master of the house at all that his wife was working in the kitchen. "Miss Y/N! You shouldn't be here!" Yes, Y/N knew this. But she simply didn't care. Her husband had no right to forbid her anything. Besides, he wasn't at home after all. So she could use the time to do whatever she wanted. "Don't worry, Molly! My husband isn't here. Don't worry!" "No, miss! He returned early from his trip! Just now I saw him enter the yard!" Molly grabbed the young woman's hands and looked at her all worried. You could tell the older lady was very worried for Y/N. And Y/N turned pale immediately. Why was Edmont already back? He would smell it. He would smell that she had baked, for her hair and clothes smelled of the sweet sponge cake. "Go! Wash and change your clothes! Before the master notices and..." But it was too late. The very next moment Edmont entered the kitchen, for he was hungry and was on his way to Molly. Aggressive and loud, he called for the elderly lady. He was vicious to everyone, but most of all Molly felt sorry for Y/N. For this one he treated especially cruelly. "MOLLY!" However, when he saw his young wife, he stopped in his movement. "Y/N! How lovely to see you dear!" "Oh, Edmont! You're back already?" Y/N did not approach him, but he approached her, and Y/N instinctively reached for Molly's hand, seeking help from the old woman without words. "Aren't you glad to see me?" Y/N forced a smile on her lips and yet her eyes spoke anything but joy. Fear was clearly evident. "Molly! Get out!" Molly didn't want to leave the young woman alone, but she had no other choice. "But of course, my lord!" Molly hurried out of the kitchen, leaving the young beauty behind. Y/N shyly looked up at her husband as he approached her. Desire blazed in his eyes. Desire for the young creature in front of him. "What are you doing here in the kitchen? Didn't I ask you to stay out of the kitchen?" "I, uhm, wanted to bake something for Molly and the other girls..." "Is that so? They're paid to serve us! You're my lady! It's not normal for a woman of high society to work for her servants!" Then Edmont reached for the young woman's hand and looked at the delicate skin. "This is ridiculous, Edmont! I just wanted to surprise them!" "You'd better think of your other duties, Y/N. Your duties as a wife!" Then he forced himself upon her, pressing Y/N's body against the counter, trapping her in between in. Y/N pressed her hands against his chest, trying to push him off her. "Edmont, please. I don't feel like it!" She never felt like making love to him, but he didn't care. Just as he didn't care now. "Are you going to refuse your husband, Y/N? It's your duty!" "No! Let me go, Edmont!" But that did not stop him. He spun her around, pressing her body down on the counter in front of him, pulling her skirt over her hips. "You're mine. And you will do as I tell you!" "Edmont, No! EDMONT!" She screamed loudly, but though the servants in the house heard her cries for help, they ignored them. And Edmont forcefully pushed his manhood into her...

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Y/N silently wiped the tears from her cheeks as the memories slowly faded. It had been terrible. Edmont had done many horrible things to her and she could not forget them, only repress them. Would peace ever come to her? Edmont had destroyed her life and even now that she was in Toussaint, he made her life a living hell. She often woke up screaming as Edmont sought her out in her nightmares. Not to be forgotten were the last months of escape and fear. The men who had tried to take her back North had infrequently tried to have their way with her, but the young woman had managed to escape them every time. "Y/N?" The baker's wife allowed Y/N to leave early today, since the clientele was absent today and they had worked well ahead. The young woman would normally be happy to end her shift earlier, but it was at times like this when she was feeling poorly that she wanted to be busy. But that would surely only raise questions and Y/N had no nerve for that. So the young woman thanked him and left the bakery shortly afterwards to make her way to her home.

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The Witcher rode down the path he could deduce from the notes and made inquiries. He continued to question people and little by little, he got the information he needed to get closer to Y/N. The monster hunter followed her trail and eventually, he found an innkeeper who had been very helpful in his search. When asked by Geralt, she told him that she had recommended Toussaint to young Y/N. After all, everyone would found their place there. "Thanks!" The Witcher ordered himself a beer. After days of searching in the saddle, he was tired and desperately needed some rest. "I need a room." "Of course! Five florins a night. Without food!" The white wolf only grumbled softly, accepting the mug full of beer. "I just need a bed to sleep in!" "May it be a woman, kind sir?" Normally Geralt wasn't averse to that, but he didn't feel the need to get cozy in the warm lap of a beautiful woman. Not today. "No." Geralt emptied his beer greedily and placed the coins on the counter before rising and heading upstairs to find himself an empty room. The next day, Geralt continued his journey. The way to Toussaint was long, but three days later he would finally reach the capital of the country. Beauclair. Colorful and sunny. Quite different from the north, which was gray and desolate. The sun rarely showed itself in Novigrad. But here in Toussaint everything blossomed under the sun. This kingdom was not known as the land of wine and passion for nothing. The people here seemed very content and happy. No wonder, because the war was raging in the north and here there was no trace of it. The people of this land were open to the world. Non-Human and sorcerers were always welcome, as long as they didn't cause trouble. "Oh, a Witcher! Welcome to Beauclair!" Geralt was greeted warmly as he entered the tavern, "To the Golden Peacock." "What may I bring you?" "A beer and a hot meal." "How about stuffed quail with vegetables and herb cream?" "Hmm, sounds good. I'll have that." The innkeeper took the order, promptly passing it on to the kitchen. "I'm looking for a young woman.” And again, the Witcher described the young Y/N. Maybe someone had seen her in the last days or weeks. “A little confused, perhaps? Nervous? Supposed to be very beautiful." "Have you taken a closer look around Beauclair? This place is crawling with beautiful women!" "I mean, a woman who was a stranger to you. Who doesn't belong here. A stranger." "Ah! Well, let me think." Geralt waited patiently for the man's answer, for finally the goal was within his grasp. "Well, a young woman came here a few months ago. She's new in town. Shy and reserved. But very friendly." "Did she mention her name, by any chance?" "No. She talked about being an artist and staying temporarily at a winery. I can't tell you any more than that. But the description fits her appearance. Maybe she's the woman you're looking for, Witcher? Something wrong with her?" The innkeeper seemd to be curious. "We'll see."

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