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quinloki · 1 year

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Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 14: Let Me Sum Up

You woke up with good muscle pain in more places than expected, but admittedly Doflamingo's bed was more comfortable to wake up in than your own. Sitting up you realize you are alone and wearing a short-sleeved silk nightgown.

Correction, short-sleeved night-shirt.

You look around for pants, underclothes, anything you could add to what you had on before you start wandering around the estate, but you didn't look long before the door to the bedroom opens and the man of the house walks in with a tray of food. A smile grows across your face, and you stretched while staying put in bed.

"Breakfast in bed?"

His smiles reaches his eyes, even if you couldn't see them from behind the shades. "A little cliché maybe, but I figured it would be gentlemanly of me to allow you to relax in bed a bit longer."

A life like this might not be so bad. It's hard to feel restless or antsy if you're having muscle-destroying sex almost every night. There's no way you'd feel like you weren't doing enough, and you're certain there were jobs within the estate or the organization that you could easily do. The trade-off would be a decent chunk of freedom though. It wouldn't be safe to go about your day on your own.

Though, it might already be too late for that. You'd been to the estate enough times for word to have gotten out. People were going to start to talk, and whoever was Donquixote Doflamingo's latest dalliance, could also be his latest weakness. Either from a PR perspective or an underworld one.

You'd almost be tempted to use your birth name, make a big stink about still being alive, drag dear old dad's name through the mud, all for the sole satisfaction of making sure he knew who you were banging.

Doflamingo sets the tray in front of you and sits next to the bed.

"Already ate?" You ask, uncovering a plate and diving in.

He nods, turning half his attention to his phone. "I've done what I could to make sure I could spend today with you, but I still have a few things to handle."

You almost choke on breakfast, and you can feel him side-eyeing you.

"You expected me to have my way with you last night and then abandoned you today?"

You shake your head, "N-no, not like that. I figured you would need to work regardless, and that I'd simply be on my own or something. That's all."

You caught the smile on his face and went back to eating while he did whatever he needed to on his phone. The silence between you wasn't awkward, aside from your own mind randomly realizing that the short, thin, silky night shirt was the only thing you had this morning.

Once he was done on his phone, you turn to him with a cheeky smile. "So, what does the prince of international underworld organizations do on Thursdays?"

He raises an eyebrow, "I don't recall saying I was international."

You hold up a finger, "Your cover-company Smile is, and secondly," you raise a second finger, "Pops told me. It's why I figured you had the clout to look into who I was and wasn't surprised by it. That said, I don't know if you're literally world-wide, or just mostly international."

"Would either or matter?"

You shake your head, "Trouble, I don't even care that you're international."

"Oh, then what do you care about?"

Your face goes red, but you give him a grin, "Pants. Unless you mean to rudely rile me up directly after breakfast, I'd love some proper clothes."

He laughs, the same kind of full laugh like last night, and stands up. He puts his hands on the tray and you expect him to take it. Instead, he pushes it into the bed, pinning your legs under it and leaning down, kissing you. With his hands on the tray, you were in more control than expected, and reach out, pulling him into the kiss for a moment longer before breaking it off.

"Rudely, huh?" He quips, straightening up and taking the tray away.

"Based on empirical evidence, you can control yourself after a kiss." You tease.

The rest of the mid-morning and afternoon went on like that. You took time to text Zoro to ask about his date when Doflamingo had other things to take care of. Zoro was a man of few words, and it was even fewer when it came to texting, but you got five full paragraphs out of him, so you knew things went well even before you read the texts.

Not much of the family was around, but you did run around the garden with Sugar for long enough to wear her out. Violet and Monet both thanked you, since it allowed them to focus on their tasks more than usual.

You even asked Machvise to let you make him and Doffy dinner that evening, and were glad to show off some of your culinary skills. You didn't make anything fancy, just your go-to single pan chicken pasta.

"It pales in comparison to what Sanji or Machvise could do, but it should be good enough for what it's meant to be." You admit, setting the plates in front of them. There wasn't a big family dinner tonight, people had been in and out all day, big gatherings happened once a week as a rule, sometimes more often.

Machvise takes a bite and nods. "It's good," he says thoughtfully taking another bite. "The seasoning is balanced, the chicken's juicy, and the pasta didn't overcook." He starts offering adjustments you could make to it, and you countered a couple times over cost and benefit and wanting to keep it to a single pan. You didn't have a kitchen full of help, and doing dishes sucked.

Doflamingo didn't say anything about it being good or bad, but he did clear his plate, so you took that as a small win. The man was used to a certain level of skill when it came to home cooked food, and you were not a professional chef.

At the end of the day, it was hard to leave. Really hard to leave. Staying the night had been so comfortable that you just kind of wanted to stay. Being around his family was really comfortable too, your place was starting to feel terribly quiet. But you weren't even dating steady as far as you could tell, so asking to move in would be too much even if you were willing to rush forward with abandon.

You were relieved when he saw you off at the manor doors and didn't ride back with you in the limo. Being kissed goodbye in front of the few family members who were around was a little embarrassing, but only because you weren't used to any real public displays of affection. You weren't really used to affection in this situation at all if you were being honest. You'd dated some, but nothing lasted long or got far.

After taking you home, you waved goodbye to Lao. Another perk of being seen off at the estate door was that you had been able to sit up front with Lao. You were becoming more comfortable with sitting up front than sitting in the back. You were sure that given enough time you'd be comfortable crawling between one space and the other. Or at least facilitating conversations between the two spaces without giving it much thought.

When Lao left, something caught your attention, and you noticed a knife in your driveway. It was a decently sized survival knife, but there was nothing else remarkable about it. It was good shape, looked brand new, so after flipping it a few times you took it inside with you. If one of the neighbors asked about a missing knife, you would at least know where it was.

Setting the knife on your coffee table you relax for a little bit, grab a shower, and go to bed.

The next day was a typical mundane Friday. You worked a Sanji's café in the morning, gossiped about Zoro and Robin, and helped with the morning rush. Sanji's words about them dating were harsh, but his face always betrayed him, and it was obvious he was happy for both of them.

After time at Sanji's café, it was inventory at Robin's. She was humming, almost constantly. Her quiet smile seemed a permanent fixture on her face, and she didn't have a single doom-speckled response to anything you brought up. You would've thought she was a pod person if you didn't know why she was so happy.

Texting with Doflamingo throughout the day was becoming the norm. You didn't say much about anything, but it was just nice to get the little message notifications throughout the day. You kept wanting to see if you could come over at the end of the day, but you'd delete it and write something else. Going over every single day was too greedy. It was hard enough to leave yesterday; you'd be pseudo moved in before you knew what you'd done if you went over too much.

After Robin's you headed over to Eustass' body shop. you didn't have an official shift there today, but you also hadn't been invited back to the estate, and the idea of going back to your place and the emptiness of it wasn't very alluring.

Killer gives a low whistle as you twirl on the stool next to him. "You've got it bad, Mouse."

"Yeah, I guess I do."

There was a clatter and you look over to see Killer had dropped his clip board and Wire was froze, mouth agog, halfway into the reception area and the shop. Killer lifts the welding face mask he seems to wear more than not, and you were reminded how pretty those baby blues of his were.

Killer slides open a small window that is the usual go-between for the reception area and the shop and yells into it.

"Kid! You owe Heat $50!"

"What? Fuckin' why?!" Kid barks back, looking around from whatever he was working on to see you in the reception area with Killer. There was a beat and then realization dawns on him. "Did Mouse actually admit it?"

"Yep."

"The hell, you assholes had a pool going on me?"

"Just a bet between Kid and Heat," Wire admits. "If it makes you feel better, they both agreed you'd fallen for the suit."

You put your face in your hands. "I don't know if that helps, but thanks Wire. Zoro said you guys would be drowning your sorrows, not taking bets."

Kid had joined the rest of you by that point, "Killer probably had a drink." He said with a lop-sided smile. Killer's welding mask was back down, and he clipped Kid over the head with his clipboard. "Ow man, hells."

"Just know you got friends if things don't work out," Killer admits.

You smile, "I appreciate that. I decided to just go for it, so what will be, will be. Ah, speaking of relationships have you all heard who finally had a date?"

"The Florist and the Samurai?" Kid questions, and you nod. "I hadn't heard, but it's about damned time. She's liked him for what, a year now?"

"At least." You agree. "And get this, today she was humming in the shop."

"Humph." Kid grunts. "Might be safe to go in there now."

You tilt your head, and it's Wire who replies. "She kept telling him things like he was gonna lose an arm, or he would look hot with more scars. He didn't like going in there."

You laugh, the idea of Kid avoiding anyone for any reason was funny. You hung out with them and kibitzed for a couple of hours. They weren't as rowdy as Pop's boys, but they were still good for joking around and talking about a whole lot of nothing.

If you'd known how your night was going to go once you got home, you would've gone to Doflamingo's uninvited.

#Family Ties #donquixote doflamingo #doffy x reader #doffy one piece #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction #modern mafia au #reader insert #doflamingo x reader

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skyplayssplatoon3 · 2 years

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Splatoon 3 Theory Post: DLC Villain

[WARNING: THIS POST WILL CONTAIN MAJOR SPLATOON 3 STORY MODE SPOILERS AS WELL AS MINOR IN-GAME SPOILERS! VIEW AT YOUR OWN RISK!!]

So who exactly may be the villain of the Large Scale DLC?

PREFACE: I do not claim ownership of this theory, this actually has been discussed in a few places around the internet, BUT I'd love to do a deep dive on it, so here we go!

(If you're already aware of this theory, that's fine! This one is for the folks who may not know yet!)

The villain for the DLC...

Li'l Judd

Main Points:

-Li'l Judd is not anywhere to be seen in the plaza, the lobby, or anywhere else. You can find Judd in the Lobby just napping away! In Splatoon 2, Li'l Judd was always around him, but he is noticeably missing...

[STORY SPOILERS START HERE]

-Now we find out in Splatoon 3 that Mr. Grizz is the villain and you basically have to go up into space and defeat him! If you're reading this post, I assume you know this by now! If you read the After Alterna logs, it describes his entire history, that basically his goal is to bring Mammals back to the earth through all the power eggs/golden eggs he got! BLA BLA BLA ANYWAY:

-Something interesting to note...Is that after you defeat Mr. Grizz in Story Mode, something changes in the game

He suddenly gains a headset

This isn't on his model until AFTER you beat the story mode. Also interesting to note that the Grizz Statue in Salmon Run changes too!

The Salmon is now eating the bear! This could just be a fun callback to his defeat, BUT I AM CURIOUS...

NOW, NOT ONLY -THAT-...BUT WE LOOK TO NONE OTHER THAN TABLETURF BATTLE

-Li'l Judd is a competitor in this game! You can battle him as you level up and unlock new opponents. He's not even the last one, just kinda squeezed in after Judd! HOWEVER...HIS DECK...

IS LARGELY -SALMON RUN BASED-. That's his card sleeve up there! Not only that but he has several cards OF Salmonids in his actual playing deck. Why is he so connected to Salmon Run all of the sudden?

Now if we remember, one of his canon lore tidbits is: He wants to take over Judd's spot basically!

HE IS AN ANGRY LITTLE KITTY

WITH SOME VERY CONCERNING DIALOGUE...

He knew "the moment from his birth" he was just a clone of Judd! With that, he is probably aware of what happened with the humans, and maybe what happened with Grizz?

Another thing to remember is, Judd canonly has psychic powers that can transmit thoughts to everyone on a wide scale (which is how he speaks with the player, and brings the results of battles!)

Wouldn't that mean Li'l Judd also has that power as a clone?

Are the Salmon Run messages still pre-recorded? Or is Li'l Judd also all-seeing, and is just commentating as "Mr. Grizz" now that Grizz is actually gone? THIS IS PROBS A STRETCH, but cats do stereotypically love to eat fish as much as bears do!

ALSO THE FINAL REACH I HAVE:

In the FinalFest art, he is suspiciously close to Mr. Grizz, on Team Chaos, and is Trying To Eat DJ Octavio who seems to not care /bricked

I feel like it can't just be a coincidence that he JUST so happened to get a communication device after Mr. Grizz is gone. Why didn't he start the game with it?

SO, THAT'S MY INCREDIBLY LONG WINDED RAMBLE! I'd love to hear people's thoughts if they have anything to add or any theories based off of this! Even if none of it turns out to be true, it's a lot of fun to speculate!

#Splatoon 3 #Splatoon3Spoilers #S3Spoilers #Spoilers #Long Post #Speculation #Theory #SORRY IT'S SUPER LONG BUT IT HAS PICTURES!! /dies #I wanted to collect it all in one place to reference later!

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mylittlesecrethaven · 3 months

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Bsd Is Kinda A Genius Anime: Pt 2

Ok, Ima do the Port Mafia for this go around.

Hopefully it won't take as long as last time.

And hopefully I remember how I formatted the last post.

So... let's go.

(Oh fuck there's even more people than the ADA....)

Ogai Mori

Ability: Vita Sexualis

Ok, fun thing I found out, this guy's RLC's (real life counterpart) real name is Rintaro Mori, which is what we hear Elise call Ogai, so maybe that's his real name? Ehhh.... let's see.... his RLC was also a doctor... and the book he wrote "Vita Sexualis," follows the main character's sexual experiences through life. So... that's something. Idk how that pairs into Elise besides Mori's borderline obsession with dressing her up with a doll, but we're gonna keep on rolling cause I wanna finish this in good time. Ok.... it says he was never a pedophile, but he also wrote a book about an adult man who's love interest is a 16 or 17 year old girl named Elise. So, that's fun. Also, while the RLC joined the military and then became a surgeon, Mori's got it backwards, where he was a doctor, then went into the Mafia. (Which I do wonder why he did that.)

Ace

Ability: Madness of the Jewel King

There's nothing actually confirmed for this guy, but it is widely thought that his character is based off of Alan Bennett's play, "The Madness of George III." I was actually able to find more about "The Madness of King George," which is a play based off "The Madness of George III," but basically, it's a "fictionalized biographical study" of the later part of King George III's reign. I couldn't really find much else, and I don't really see how that ties into Ace, (I'm not caught up on my England history, sorry), so Ima just move on. He dies pretty quick anyway, and he was an asshole, so I'm not too upset.

Chuya Nakahara

Ability: Upon the Tainted Sorrow

I had to do a deeper dive into this poem, so this post is already taking a lot longer than I'd like, but it's fine. Oh damn, this shit is sad. Ima put a link to a Reddit post explaining it better here, but basically, it's a rather sad poem about depression and recognizing the depression, but not being able or not wanting to do anything about it. Maybe it has a connection to Chuya being betrayed by the Sheep? Seems like a stretch. Maybe about how he doesn't remember any of his early life because he kinda just came into being after Rando did what he did? Idk. It's not really enough for me to figure anything out. Let's see.... the little chant he does before he activates Corruption? That's a part of a poem his RLC wrote called "Sheep Song", which that definitely does have a connection with the Sheep.

Koyo Ozaki

Ability: Golden Demon

Koyo's RLC is actually a man, just like Kyoka's RLC. Actually, Koyoka's RLC was a pupil of Koyo's RLC, so that's fun. "The Golden Demon" is actually a really sad book as well. Basically, the main character falls in love with the daughter of a man who he owes money to. They get engaged, but her dad breaks it off so she can marry a wealthy man instead. The main character then falls into despair, abandons his studies, and declared he has ceased to be human. (Dazai?) Em.... I can kinda see the connection? I mean, Koyo didn't want Kyoka to be tainted by the light, which could be a connection to not being tainted by money? A stretch, but maybe.

(I'm not doing Paul Verlaine cause he's not in the anime yet and he's basically a copy of Chuya from what I've read, so fuck him)

(Also, for clarification, I'm only doing characters with abilities. Sorry)

Rando (Arthur Rimbaud, whatever)

Ability: Illuminations

So, this guy has a little bit to talk about, so if this jumps around a lot, it's cause I'm trying to cover a lot of shit. Ok. Let's go. His RLC is from France. His RLC and Paul Verlaine's RLC had a slight romantic relationship, but (Paul) was abusive, and Rando's RLC was shot by Verlaine's RLC, which is referenced in Rando being shot by Verlaine before the explosion. After Rando's RLC wrote "Illuminations," he quit being a writer. Chuya's and Verlaine's RLC were both inspired by Rando's RLC. "Illuminations" is actually a giant book of a bunch of different poems, and because of that fact, I'm not going through every single on and analyzing them because there's a ton of them. So.... not finding a connection that way I guess. Sorry.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Ability: Rashomon

Apparently, Akutagawa's RLC actually killed himself at 35, and he has a literary prize names after himself. So.... highs and lows. The gist of "Rashomon" is that it's about a man struggling with the temptation to steal food to survive. Much like what Akutagawa probably had to do before he joined the Port Mafia. Also probably why Rashomon is always seen as a creature with a mouth, and why Akutagawa always says it's always hungry. Akutagawa was given a villain role not just because of his character, but also because his RLC wrote a lot about criminals. Also, the relationship between Akutagawa's and Dazai's RLCs are switched, where Dazai's RLC was influenced greatly by Akutagawa's RLC, including Akutagawa's RLC's suicide. Ehh.... let's seeee..... The reason Rashomon comes from his clothes is because in the beginning of "Rashomon," the main character steals clothes from an old lady.

Ichiyo Higuchi

Ability: N/A

So... we don't actually know Higuchi's ability, but there is a book her RLC wrote called "Growing Pains," and it's actually kinda interesting? I'm not gonna summarize it, but you can read the plot from the Wiki here. However, I will talk about it. I've got two ideas from this. Either Akutagawa is supposed to represent Nobu, and it's the opposite, where Higuchi is drawn into the Port Mafia, or he doesn't and Higuchi was pushed into the mafia. Idk. There's not much else I can talk about on her, since the Fandom's kinda empty and the only thing I have to work with is the Wiki.

(I actually did go to sleep after this part, so if the formatting or the way I type of different, that's why.)

Ryuro Hirotsu

Ability: Falling Camellia

This guy and his RLC kinda fit well together? Hirotsu is a fighter, but he also seems like he could be one of those diplomatic guys in the government, and his RLC was actually a diplomat. (I think I'm pulling comparisons out of my ass on that though.) I couldn't actually find anything about a book or poem titled "Falling Camellia," but the Fandom says there is one.... So.... Idk. (It also says it's a really tragic novel) He did write a book titled "Black Lizard," and it's inspired by a character from one of Ranpo's RLC's books. And lemme just say, Hirtosu's RLC's "Black Lizard" is kinda insane. Basically, this woman has black blotches on her face, and it's probably more important in the actual novel, but not here. She marries this man who has had 6 other wives that left him because his father made advances on him. She has a kid with the dude, then the dude's father makes an advance on her and she poisons him to protect her child, then she throws herself into a well to commit suicide. Sooo.... yeah.... I think the Black Lizard only took the name.... Also, Hirotsu's RLC has a book titled "Imado Shinjyuu", which is technically translated to "Double Suicide at Imado," but the literal translation (which I got from Google Translate, so it's not exactly correct,) is "Next Time I'll Commit Suicide." A lot about "Black Lizard" and nothing about "Falling Camellia." Fun. Also, one other fun fact, that painting Hirotsu and Dazai sit in front of at the end of season 2? A real painting called "Landscape," which was actually made by Dazai's RLC. Isn't that fucking cool?

Michizo Tachihara

Ability: Midwinter Memento

(I'm aware this guy is a spy for some other group, but idk which group, so pls no spoilers. YouTube's already done enough.) Emmm... let's see... there's not really a lot for this guy, which is sad, cause I really like this character. (Also, mini fun fact, him and Karl have the same English va) The only important thing I can find is that his RLC's name isn't actually Michizo Tachihara, and that's just his artist/pen name. Which could tie into the whole spy thing? But tons of the other characters RLC's had different names, so I'm not gonna use that as an actual comparison. Um.... I couldn't find any summaries or analysis of "Midwinter Memento," and figuring out poems never was my strong suit, so I'm just gonna share the link from a Reddit post here, and y'all can try to figure it out I guess.

Kyusaku Yumeno

Ability: Dogra Magra

(Also, Q's gender is unknown, but if I mess up on pronouns, lemme know cause I do that sometimes, but for this post I'm just gonna use they/them and assume Q is non-binary cause.... yeah.) Q's RLC is actually a dude who used to work in a theatre that mainly focused on plays about supernatural events and gods. He later became an author, and actually got the pen name Kyusaku Yumeno from a description his father gave one of his stories. Dogra Magra is about a character that wakes up in a hospital with Amnesia, but soon comes to realize he was a part of an extremely horrific experiment done by a psychiatrist. You can definitely tell that Q got their ability for a reason. (Although, I do wonder if this means that maybe Q was experimented on?) Also, Q's RLC was greatly influenced by Lovecraft's RLC, so that's cool.

Motojiro Kajii

Ability: Lemonade

And now we get to this freak. I will say, his connection with his RLC and his RLC's book is so freakishly strong. Basically, his RLC had tuberculosis, and he wrote about his illness through a character in a book of short stories called "Lemon." In the same book, there's a story also called "Lemon" about the character going to a fruit shop and buying a lemon, then going to his favorite stationary shop and imagining the lemon is a time bomb. This has got to be the biggest connection between any character and their RLC I've seen so far. Holy shit, it's almost a carbon fucking copy. His RLC was sick, and that's why Mr. Lemon Bomber is so obsessed with death.

Sakunosuke Oda

Ability: Flawless

Oda, I'll make sure to make your part good. (I hope.) Oh.... wow.... there's not actually much about him... welp.... uh... His RLC, Dazai's RLC, and Ango's RLC were all actually kinda friends that hung out a bit, so that's something? "Flawless" is not really a connection piece? It's about a woman who marries a man through a matchmaker and she just can't stop complaining about him flawlessly. Eh.... let's see.... the book Oda is reading in the anime is thought to be "Kokoro," by Soseki Natsume. It's also not a really big connection. It's a three part story that's a part of a four book series (???), and it's basically about a young man and this older man, his sensei (kinda), interacting, and his sensei knows a secret about the young man's friend's death, and the third part is the sensei confessing this secret I guess.

IT'S FINALLY DONE!

HOLY SHIT THAT TOOK ME TWO DAYS!

AND ODA'S WAS NOWHERE NEAR AS GOOD AS I WANTED IT TO BE!

Anyway,

Next I'll be doing the Gifted Special Operations Division and The Guild, cause those two groups are kinda small, and then for the last one I'll do the Decay of Angels. (And I guess whatever group Tachihara's a part of, since he's apparently a spy.) (NO SPOILERS PLEASE)

(Ah fuck. This is from later. I'm going around a lot of these posts because I completely forgot about the fact that the Rats in the House of the Dead existed. Sooo.... I guess Ima do that group, too. There's also this The Seven Traitors group according to the Fandom? But they only have one member so I'm not gonna do it. I know that a lot of the other characters are also based off of real life people (I saw the Frankenstein people), but I'm only doing ability users. Sorry.)

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #anime

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evafrechette · 3 years

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With A Little Help From My Hyung

↠ yoongi x seokjin | smut | friends to lovers, slow burn | 18+ | 2.4k

↠ Summary: Seokjin is the best roommate Yoongi could have asked for, he’s funny, respectful, a good cook and incredibly handsome. That’s a big problem though - because Yoongi has a constant boner over him.

↠ Warnings: eventual smut, drama queen yoongi, oblivious seokjin, blowjobs, standing sex, yoongi enjoys seokjin carrying him around, anal sex, yoongi is clumsy and hurts himself, which is a great excuse to have seokjin look after him, the other members make a small appearance, my fic usually has a few swear words, hyung kink???

"Hyung, stop it. Leave me alone." Yoongi's deep voice grumbled defiantly.

"Aish, quit being a baby Yoongi-yah, let me help." Seokjin held his hand out to the smaller man who sat on the cold concrete ground below him, food scattered around his aching body, tangerines rolling down the sidewalk.

Yoongi slapped away Seokjin's hand, scowling at his annoying roommate. He got onto his knees and attempted to stand, wincing in pain the moment he put pressure onto his left foot. Only moments before he and Seokjin had left the convenience store, arms full of energy drinks, jelly candy, ramen and tangerines. But Yoongi being Yoongi was busy in his own world and didn't notice the patch of ice on the footpath right in front of him, once his foot touched the slippery ice he slipped and wobbled about, struggling to balance before his legs came out from under him, falling directly onto his ass. Paper bag flying out of his grip, contents spilling onto the sidewalk.

He tried to stand again, taking his time as he clung onto Seokjin's arm, managing to get himself upright, left foot hovering above the ground, but when he placed it firmly against the sidewalk pain shot up his leg and he suddenly felt faint. "Shit, I think it's broken Hyung." He looked up into Seokjin's eyes, refusing to let the tears spill. Yoongi was in pain, a lot of fucking pain but he couldn't let his hyung see him be a cry baby.

"You hit the ground hard but it's probably just a sprain or something, I doubt it's broken. You're a real drama queen Min Yoongi. Can you stand by yourself for a bit?" Yoongi nodded in reply and let go of the elders arm, watching as he carefully rushed around picking up the spilled food and shoved it into his own bag. Seokjin walked back to Yoongi, spinning around so his back faced the man. He crouched down, holding the overfilled paper bag tight against his chest. "Jump on Yoongi-ah, and don't even try it with me. I'm your Hyung you have to listen to me."

Yoongi rolled his eyes but slowly hobbled over to his taller roommate, awkwardly jumping onto his back, arms wrapping around Seokjin's neck, and his short legs around his waist when the older man stood. "I don't have to listen to shit." He mumbled into Seokjin's messy brown hair. Seokjin let out his trademark high pitched laugh as he carried his injured roommate back towards their apartment, "You're so full of it Yoongi."

The walk would usually only take five minutes, but carrying a grown man (who enjoyed complaining every few minutes) had a part in the trip taking close to twenty. Yoongi laid his head on Seokjin's wide shoulders and enjoyed the way his oversized blue shirt smelled of a calming mix of lavender and vanilla bean, he took a mental note to check what brand of washing powder the man used when he got home.

Something about being carried on Seokjin's back made Yoongi's belly flip, he had never felt so small and vulnerable in his life. He was the strong one of their group - the pit bull, small but tough, with an acid tongue that could make a grown man cry. But being carried around by his cute, tall, goofy roommate was actually kind of comforting, it felt nice to snuggle against his broad shoulders.

Yoongi could feel his cheeks heating up, he had been crushing on his video game loving roommate for a few months now. At first the blond thought they were just compatible roommates, respecting each others boundaries and privacy, they quickly became friends bonding over their love of cooking, but along the way Yoongi developed feelings. His eyes lingering on Seokjin longer than what was socially acceptable, sneakily scooching closer to his side on the couch while he watched Seokjin get annihilated playing video games and "accidentally" falling asleep during their movie marathon nights, head resting comfortably against Seokjin's shoulder. But Yoongi knew nothing would come of his little crush so he kept his feelings locked away and instead tried to focus on their good friendship instead.

Seokjin carefully placed Yoongi on the couch, pushing a cushion under his now swollen foot. He rushed off to Yoongi's room and returned with a blanket which he draped over the smaller man. With a happy hum he walked towards the kitchen and Yoongi watched with lovesick eyes as he put away their food shopping. Everytime Seokjin reached up for the top shelf his shirt would raise a little, giving Yoongi a glimpse of the tantalising caramel skin underneath. Yoongi longed to drag his calloused fingertips along that skin, to leave small kisses down Seokjin's spine, along his lower back and down over his firm ass. He sought to taste Seokjin, to feel his cock heavy on his tongue, to feel the burn of his cock stretching him out.

"Hey Yoongi are you okay?" A cool hand placed against his forehead brought Yoongi out of his Seokjin induced daze. His roommate was looking at him with fondness and concern, "Your cheeks are really red but you're not hot or anything. I thought maybe you were coming down with a fever." Yoongi knew he was even redder now, but he allowed himself to relax against the man's hand. He sighed when Seokjin withdrew his hand and moved to sit on the bean bag on the floor. "Yeah, no I'm fine. Just a bit embarrassed about this." Yoongi waved his hand over his ankle.

"Aish, these things happen. Just have to be more careful. And Hyung is here to take care of you okay? Anything you need you let me know. Keep that boney ass of yours on the couch."

The pair spent the rest of the night watching a marathon of Law of the Jungle, empty containers of ramen and Kloud draft beer scattered across the coffee table. Yoongi as usual was unable to keep the snarky comments to himself, "Pfft look at them! Useless. I could survive on that island so much better than any of them." He quipped as a team of celebrities dived into the ocean to try to catch fish with just their hands.

"Errrr Yoongi-yah, did you forget that I had to carry your tiny ass home this evening? Your weak ankles wouldn't last a day on that show." Seokjin doubled over in laughter, clapping his hands loudly as Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Whatever Jin-hyung," he scoffed, "Like you'd do any better."

"Pretty sure I'd do great on a show like this! You've seen me fishing Yoongi, I'm practically a professional at it now."

Yoongi groaned at this, Seokjin had dragged him out fishing more times than he could even count and he was nowhere near a professional level. The last time they went fishing together Seokjin didn't catch a single fish. He did manage to catch some seaweed and disintegrating plastic bag though.

Yoongi could feel his eyelids getting heavy, and instead of fighting the feeling allowed himself to drift off to sleep, which wasn't hard as sleep was his favourite hobby after all. Yoongi was having a beautiful dream, he was being carried in Seokjin's strong arms as the brunette carried him along the golden hues of a sandy beach, gentle waves breaking along the shore splashing against Seokjin's bare feet. He mirrored Seokjin's smile as his Hyung looked down at him, carrying him bridal style while the breeze whispered sweetly around them both.

"Aish, Yoongi you are a pain in my ass, but you're kinda cute so it's okay I guess." His gummy smile widened at the sweet but slightly insulting words. "What are you smiling about you weirdo." Seokjin let out a small laugh.

Yoongi was confused, why was dream Seokjin insulting him? It took him a few seconds to realise that he was actually awake and that he was no longer asleep on the couch, but rather in the arms of his Hyung. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and let his body go slack against Seokjin's chest, adding a few very realistic soft snores for good measure. Yoongi felt his body fall gently against the cold mattress on his bed, shivering slightly at the loss of heat from Seokjin's warm body. A blanket was dragged up his body, before footsteps retreated out of the room and the door clicking shut quietly.

Yoongi's eyes widened once he was alone in the dark room, had he heard correct? Did Seokjin just call him cute? It took all his self control not to squeal like a teenage girl. He wiggled down the mattress, throwing the blankets over his head and snuggled into his soft pillows. That night Yoongi had the best sleep of his life, with a smile on his face and a hard cock in his pants.

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The following weekend Yoongi found himself squished between his friends Jungkook and Hoseok in the back seat of Jimin's tiny Hyundai Pony hatchback. Usher's 'U Remind Me' thumped out of the piss-poor and incredibly outdated sound system, tinny and grating on his ears. His friends, including Taehyung who was sitting in the passenger seat, were singing along at the top of their lungs, he threw his head back and groaned. Why did he get stuck with the loud idiots of their group? Yoongi peered through the windscreen, tall, shapely pine trees lined the dirt road they traveled along. Dust swirled around the car, a curtain of brown blocking the view of the car travelling behind them. The sky was dotted with grey clouds, slowly drifting across the sky hiding the sun, who was trying it's hardest to make an appearance.

The car full of friends pulled into a small gravel parking lot and climbed out of the stuffy vehicle. They watched as the trailing car pulled up beside them, excitedly chatting and joking around now that everyone had finally arrived. Today was Namjoon's choice of activity, one Yoongi was secretly dreading - Hiking. He cast a glance towards Seokjin who was dressed in a pair of black and white track suit pants, sneakers, wide brim bucket hat with drawcord and a fluffy cream jumper. He swallowed hard at the thought of wrapping his arms around Seokjin's waist and resting his head against his fleece covered chest. He looked so snuggly and warm and cute, yeah, really really cute.

Yoongi zoned out while the others planned their trek, his mind too focused on Seokjin's beautiful plush lips, enthralled by how his Hyung randomly pouted while he spoke, his plump bottom lip puffing out before returning back to normal. Yoongi found this habit of Seokjin's incredibly endearing and wondered if the man was even aware of what he was doing. Or at just how crazy it was making Yoongi feel.

"Is everyone okay with the plan?" Namjoon asked, slipping away a map into the front pocket of his jacket. The group all spoke at once, loud and chaotic as usual. "Okay well let's go!"

The group trekked for a few hours, enjoying the challenging course. Up and down steep inclines, weaving through lush forest and snaking between narrow boulders that sat unsteadily on either side of their path. They eventually came across a small stream that separated the gravel path, Yoongi looked down at his feet and whined. "Do we have to go through that? I'm wearing brand new shoes." His nose scrunched as he caught sight of the shallow murky water he knew he would have to trudge through.

"Why would you wear new shoes on a hike Yoongi?" Hoseok laughed, clapping the smaller man on the back. Yoongi glared at his friend, tempted to turn around and walk back to the car. Fuck nature.

"Don't worry about it Yoongi-yah, climb on." Seokjin smiled, bending down in front of Yoongi, memories of the previous weekend flooded Yoongi's thoughts. Without hesitation Yoongi climbed onto his back, legs wrapping around his waist tightly. He placed his chin into the crook of Seokjin's shoulder and sighed as herbal scented hair brushed across his nose.

"O-okay then, well errr let's get going then." Namjoon raised his eyebrow, the rest of the group watching quizzically as Seokjin happily carried Yoongi across the stream. They exchanged looks with each other, hushed whispers at what had just transpired, Yoongi knew the others would be talking, getting a piggy back ride was pretty out of character for him, but he was blissfully peaceful at that very moment. So fuck what anyone thought.

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Back at their apartment that night the pair settled into their usual routine of cheap ramen, beer and trashy kdramas on the television.

"Hey Hyung, thanks for picking me up today," Yoongi bit nervously into his thumbnail, a habit he struggled to free himself from, "You didn't need to . . Hobi was right though, those shoes cost $300 why did I choose to wear them today?" Yoongi knew exactly why - he was trying to look good for Seokjin. He had dashed out to a Camping and Fishing store after work to purchase an entirely new outfit for the day. He settled on a long sleeved yellow and green flannel shirt, khaki trousers and a blue and black fleece fila jacket. Plus those damn tramping boots that cost as much as his share of the rent.

Seokjin leaned in, inches away from Yoongi's face, breath catching in the back of his throat, heart hammering against his rib cage. "It was my pleasure," Seokjin grabbed Yoongi by the cheeks and pinched, jiggling the flushed skin between his thumb and index finger, "That's what a good Hyung does, helps their cry baby friends out." He laughed, letting go of Yoongi and plopping back down onto his side of the couch. Yoongi's hand shot up to his cheek, fingers brushing along his warm skin. Seokjin's touch felt amazing, electric sparks coursed through his body, Yoongi wanted those hands touching him in places that crossed the line from friends to lovers, those long fingers curling up inside of him brushing against his sweet sensitive spot, wrapped around his cock pumping him until it was too much to handle and he was screaming Seokjin's name while he spilled his release over his Hyungs hand.

Yoongi found it hard to concentrate on the television in front of him, eyes constantly drifting towards his roommate who looked amazing in a pair of grey shorts and loose white T-shirt, his feet curled up underneath him, strong thigh muscles catching Yoongi's attention. He cleared his throat and quickly averted his eyes, Yoongi wasn't sure how much more of Seokjin he could deal with. He was the perfect roommate, but his desire to be fucked by the man was becoming an every minute of the day kinda thing. Maybe Yoongi needed to hurry up and move out. He thought about Seokjin at work, while doing his laundry, on the bus to the grocery store, while putting the rubbish out, when pumping his dildo in and out of his ass, Seokjin was on his mind 24/7.

Yoongi's cock twitched as he watched the couple on television, the male lead carrying the female through a cherry blossom lined park while a terrible ballad wailed in the background. He decided that being carried was his newest kink. Or maybe Seokjin's entire existence was his fetish? He tugged on his hoop earring as his thoughts travelled to a million different scenarios in which Seokjin would need to lift and carry him around. He recalled the previous weekend, waking up while Seokjin carried him to bed, how nice it felt to be held in Seokjin's arms, to hear him call Yoongi cute. He wanted, no he needed that again.

Yoongi glanced out of the corner of his eye, the brunette’s head was down as he browsed at something on his phone, he watered his lips and decided now was the perfect time to enact his master plan. Yoongi closed his eyes and let out a loud yawn, arms stretched high above his head, "Mmmm what's the time?" He asked Seokjin drowsily. "Huh? Oh it's 9:23, are you tired already?" The brunette placed his phone on the coffee table and shifted to face Yoongi. "You're not? We walked a million miles today, of course I'm tired." For theatrics he let out another yawn. Seokjin shrugged and took a sip of his beer. "Guess I've got a better stamina than you."

Over the next half an hour Yoongi let out more fake yawns, complaining about his sore muscles and tired bones - which Seokjin informed him wasn't a real thing and that he was being a whiny old man again. His body sunk into the couch, head lolling against the arm rest as he feigned falling asleep. It would only be a matter of time before he would be whisked away in Seokjin's arms and it was making him giddy, trying his hardest not to crack a smile. Yoongi heard the room fall silent, the television now switched off. His heart was racing, this was it - the big moment - his hands were softly shaking, breath uneven and shallow.

"Hey Yoongi, wake up." A large hand shook his arm attempting to wake him from his faux slumber. His eyebrows furrowed, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. Seokjin was supposed to pick him up and carry him to the bedroom, whisper a few sweet words in his ear and maybe jerk him off a bit. He opened his eyes and glared at the handsome man standing over him, his plans were ruined and he and his neglected cock were pretty pissed off.

"Why didn't you just carry me Hyung?" Yoongi sulked, crossing his arms against his chest like a defiant toddler.

"W-why would I? You can walk your legs aren't broken."

"Well you've been carrying me around a lot recently so I just thought you'd do it again tonight. Ahhh fuck it whatever." He mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the brunette who was trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Aish, Yoongi-yah do you enjoy Seokjinnie lifting you up and carrying you around?" He could no longer hold it in, erupting into a fit of laughter.

Yoongi's cheeks burnt bright red, he was already a small man but he had never felt as small as he did right at this moment. Tears threatened to spill over his long lashes, he knew he was being a little dramatic but his heart was practically ripped out of his chest by his crush. Yoongi bowed his head refusing to look anywhere other than at his hands which were clasped together tightly.

"Wait, shit Yoongi I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry," Seokjin dropped down onto his knees and engulfed Yoongi's hands with his own. "So you do enjoy being carried by me?"

Yoongi sniffed, "Yeah. I like a lot about you Hyung, the carrying thing is one of my favourites though."

An awkward silence filled the room, Yoongi's sniffles the only sound to break the dead air. "Well uh, there is a lot I like about you too," he stroked his thumb against the back of Yoongi's hand softly and slowly. "I like your dry sense of humor, the way you screech when you're excited - that is so adorable. I like how passionate you are about music and I really like how your cheeks turn red whenever we touch each other by accident. I sorta brush up against you on purpose just to see it."

A gasp escaped Yoongi's lips, head snapping up to look into the dark chocolate eyes of his roommate. Seokjin's cheeks puffed wide as he gave Yoongi a sweet smile, his thumb continuing to draw circles over Yoongi's hands which were resting in his lap. "I think you're cute Yoongi-yah, and I'd love to kiss you. If you'd allow me to of course."

Yoongi's eyes darted to Seokjin's plump lips, inviting and glistening. He couldn't hold back any longer, throwing himself forward as he smashed their lips together, hungry and desperate. In the wild rush of lips and tongues exploring new territory their noses bumped together, deep chuckles slipping out between kisses. Yoongi's hands frantically grasped onto Seokjin's hair, pulling him down so their body's were close but it still wasn't enough, he needed to feel naked flesh against his own. Yoongi's long fingers travelled underneath Seokjin's thin cotton T-shirt and brushed against his soft stomach, over his nipples rubbing the hard nubs between his fingers and then back down his chest. He played with the elastic waist of Seokjin's shorts, dipping his hand inside, fingers grazing the wiry mound of pubic hair just above where his hands really wanted to touch, "I-is this okay Hyungie?" Yoongi whimpered, Seokjin's tongue running along the exposed skin of his neck, teeth nipping the soft skin.

"Mmmm yeah, touch Hyung Yoongi." Seokjin bit down gently his teeth scraping the skin. He attached his lips against the smaller man's neck, alternating between sucking on the warm flesh and sly little nibbles, creating deep purple bruises that contrasted beautifully against Yoongi's pale skin. While Seokjin was busy marking his neck, Yoongi pulled his cock out of the shorts and stroked sensually up and down his length, which was growing harder and stiffer in his hand. His hand glided over Seokjin's length at a quickening pace, flicking his wrists and gripping tight around the head before pulling off and pumping again. Yoongi added another hand on Seokjin's shaft and slowly twisted in opposite directions, up then down, left then right. His fingers played with the tip of his cock, pressing his thumb into the slit, stroking playfully over the head.

"Fuck your cock feels amazing Hyung," Yoongi sighed, Seokjin's cock pulsing in his grip, "C-can we fuck?"

Seokjin removed his swollen lips from Yoongi's neck with a 'pop' and took his time licking along the already fucked out man's lips, pressing their soft flesh against each other, gentle kisses that were in in opposition of the acceleration of Yoongi's heart beat. Seokjin sat between Yoongi's legs on the floor, hands roaming over the blonds thighs. When he reached Yoongi's crotch his fingers ghosted over Yoongi's hard cock visible through his sweats, he bucked his hips desperate for Seokjin's touch.

"Hyung's got you Yoongi, just sit back and relax hmmm?" He placed a sloppy wet kiss against the fleece material and helped pull them down to Yoongi's ankles. "Such a pretty cock Yoongi-yah." Seokjin's voice was smooth and sweet. His fingers grazed against Yoongi's balls, eyes flicking back up to watch Yoongi's reaction. He continued to massage his sack, pulling lightly and wiggling the weight in his hand. He rubbed his cheek along the soft skin of Yoongi's balls and then up and down his incredibly hard shaft. Tongue flicking out to leave small licks along the side, down to his balls and then further below to the sweet spot between Yoongi's balls and warm inviting hole.

Yoongi's slit was leaking precum so Seokjin lapped it up, moaning sinfully. A groaned escaped the back of Yoongi's throat when Seokjin took his balls into his mouth, sucking and kissing all over. He took his time enjoying their heat in his mouth. He stroked the blonds length while sucking the pale skin of Yoongi's inner thighs. Seokjin sat back and removed he and Yoongi's bottoms completely, throwing the pants into a small pile in the corner of the room. He stood and motioned for Yoongi to stand with him. Their lips crashed against another's once more, Yoongi standing on his tippy toes to match his Hyungs height. A knee slipped between Yoongi's thighs as the two men continued to taste and explore each others mouths.

"Shit, we need lube, uhhh, don't move Yoongi-yah! I'll be back quickly." Seokjin ran towards his bedroom leaving Yoongi standing naked from the waist down in their living room, cock red and hot. He gripped onto the base and squeezed tight, moaning at his own touch. Seokjin returned cock glistening from the lube, bouncing with every step. Yoongi gulped, Seokjin was longer than any cock his ass had taken before but god was he eager to have it inside him.

They kissed passionately while Seokjin fingered Yoongi's hole, stretching him open enough for his cock. Yoongi's mind had turned to mush, absolutely lost in the moment. It was as though Seokjin had flicked a switch in his ass to become a whimpering, whining mess. Seokjin bent his knees and using his right hand guided his cock into Yoongi's tight hole. Once inside he allowed Yoongi to get used to his size while his hands reached out to wrap around Yoongi's small waist. Without warning he lifted Yoongi, a squeak echoing in the silent room. "You are adorable Yoongi-yah, can't wait to hear more noises come from those pretty lips." Yoongi's legs wrapped around Seokjin's waist which readjusted their position, cock now deeper than before, big hands reached down to Yoongi's ass holding him in place as they walked out of the living room and into the hallway.

Yoongi held on tight, gripping onto strong shoulders as he was pushed against the wall with a thud. Seokjin's arms trembled from Yoongi’s weight so he started to pound into his ass before it was too much and he would have to let him go. Yoongi let out tiny pants and whimpers, eyelids half closed, mouth so slack drool was starting to drip from the corners. Seokjin's cock grazed over his prostate, hitting deep and hard with every thrust. "Hyung, hy-hyung ahh ah so good." His hands roamed over Seokjin's back leaving red and pink marks underneath the thin material of his shirt. His cock was trapped between their bodies, friction from their movements driving him insane.

Sweat dripped down Seokjin's face, his arms close to giving out. This was more intense than any workout his personal trainer at the gym had given him. He slammed his cock into Yoongi repeatedly eager to cum inside his ass. Yoongi's whimpers in his ear pushed Seokjin to his peak and exploded his white hot cum into Yoongi's warm hole.

They stood still while Seokjin caught his breath, Yoongi hanging onto his neck for dear life, almost as though the floor was lava. "Hyungie make me come, pleaseeeee I'm so close." Yoongi whined, nipping at Seokjin's lips then pouting against the plush flesh. He would rather be dead than admit it, but Seokjin was right - he was a bit of a drama queen. "I'll have to put you down though, I think my arms are about to fall off." Seokjin chuckled as Yoongi detached his legs from around the brunette's waist and placed them on the floor.

Seokjin reached down and gripped tight onto Yoongi's aching cock, moving his hand in a steady rhythm. Their foreheads touched, breathing in each others air, hushed pants and whimpers shared between the pair as they kiss messily, lips grazing chins and teeth clinking. Yoongi bucked into Seokjin's grip, incredibly close to his high. Seokjin's cum escaping slowly out of his hole and running down his creamy white thighs and the hand around his cock pushed Yoongi to his release, "Ah-ah Hyung don't stop, ahh I'm going to come, shit ahh." His body tensed as he came harder than ever before, Seokjin barely moving his hand as his cock throbbed and pulsated.

"Hyung, you have no idea how long I've wanted this to happen." Yoongi sighed, wrapping his hands around Seokjin's neck, fingers crawling their way up to thread through short dark hair. "I've wanted to do that since the day I moved in," Seokjin whispered in reply, ears turning crimson, "Come on let's get cleaned up and then cuddle."

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The pair made their way into Seokjin's bed, snuggled between a mess of cushions and soft toys, their limbs a tangled mess as impatient hands explored naked skin. They laughed as revelations of their feelings for each other were finally said out loud, cheeks tight and sore from smiling so hard. "Seokjin-hyung can we do this more often?" Yoongi's eyes avoided the naked man beside him focusing on the window pane instead. "Well I would hope so since I want to make your my boyfriend Yoongi-yah." Fingers caught hold of Yoongi's chin as his face was guided towards Seokjin's, a shy kiss planted on his lips. "Yes Hyung, fuck yes I'll be your boyfriend."

The roommates turned lovers drifted off to sleep that night with satisfied smiles on their faces, excited for what the future would hold for them both.

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Umbra (part one)

Pairing: Demon Jimin x Angel Reader

Summary: An encounter with a mysterious demon leaves you reeling from an unexpected discovery.

Rating: 18+ (sfw) future chapters may be (nsfw)

Genre: Fantasy au / Demon Jimin au / Soulmate au / Strangers to lovers au / Angst / Fluff / Series

Word count: 1585

Warnings: fight scene / bloody injury / mentions of loss of blood / Talk of Demons / Description of non human demon

Tag list: @jungkooksbroski If you would like to be added to the tag list for this series let me know.

A/N: This is for the @btswritersclub monthly mini project and the prompt was "magic". Also used my @btsholidaybingo sqaure "dark alleys". Keep reading line before 500 words as description of Demon.

Beta reader: @unoriginal-username15432 thank you! You're a goddess as usual.

Mood board: @wheresmymoniat Thank you Elle for making this "just for fun" and somehow having delved into my mind to make it exactly how I would have imagined, your big brain continues to astound me.

The blinding white flash lit up the night sky as you wrap your long coat around you tighter, to shield yourself from the fierce wind this evening.

You know this isn't normal lightning and there's no storm on its way to wreak havoc, it was the work of a demon creating chaos, as they usually do.

You quicken your pace, aiming for where the burst of brilliant light slices through the inky blanket covering the city.

Another bright flash - closer this time - as you watch the veiny patterns it momentarily leaves behind in its path, your face being pelted with heavy rain drops as you force your eyes away from the sky. You're so close, you run, letting your coat open and flap wildly either side of you with each step you take, one foot bounding in front of the other.

An explicitly dark alleyway has you halted in your tracks. Not just any dark. Thick, inescapable dark. You've been into this kind of darkness before and it almost cost you, but that was different, you were young and naïve.

You'd made a mistake.

You'd tried to face a notorious demon on your own and almost lost, you got lucky. Now you were prepared, you could do this.

You take a confident step forward into the black before you and leave your fears on the pavement.

Wandering blindly for what feels like an eternity, something's presence lurking all around you, encasing you in a sickly, choking embrace, you have to remind yourself to concentrate and look for the way out, the edge of the emptiness. The end of the cloak.

Breathe. Focus.

You see the tiny slither of light and force your body in its direction, urgent and wild, pushing past the rim of the ebony cover. You're out and it's over, you can breathe again.

A menacing growl beside you has you spinning sharply on your heels, reeling to find two demons fighting in the alley.

One a human form and one far from it. Recognition of this monster clicks in your mind, one of the most dangerous and wanted demons of our time, here, right in front of you, quarrelling with another similar of its kind but not the same.

Could you face two of them and survive?

It's too late to back out now.

The giant monster springs, long, sharp claws out and aiming for his victim, only, at the last moment he spots you. You brace yourself as he lunges straight at you, his body slamming into yours.

Sharp pain gouges in your side, pulling a loud cry from your lips as anger bubbles hot in your chest. Your hands clasp around his hairy arms, keeping them firmly away from you. As he fights against your vice grip, large fangs snapping his snout viciously mere centimetres away from your face.

In one swift moment his heaviness is gone and your lungs fill frantically with air, you shoot up on your feet, wincing at the resistance from your side. You don't want to look, if you ignore it then it's not there.

The human figure crouches protectively in front of you, you're perplexed but far too distracted by the grotesque creature preparing to attack once again.

"Stay behind me!" The human demon orders you.

How strange.

You are not his ally and yet he's treating you as one.

"I can handle him." You retort, bringing your power to the surface ready.

He laughs, the sound infuriating. "Yea sure, looks like it from the blood you're losing."

Fury blinds you for a moment, before snapping you back into the present, you have to focus your attack on one demon at a time and this man can wait.

The creature dives forward towards the two of you, using your ability to hoist him off his feet and into the air, your pale smoky vines of power suspending him and snaking around his ankles above you.

You notice the man glance sideways at you, surprise evident in his features.

He uses his dark, wispy tendrils of magic to wrap around the monster's limbs, binding him in mid air before you both slam him into the ground, the hairy beast disappearing into nothing, banished back into another realm.

The cloak of darkness lifts as does the rain.

"What are you?" You demand. Curious as to why a demon would be banishing others of his kind. That's your job.

He slowly turns to you, eyes wary and narrowed. "You know what I am."

What kind of demon could he be? You’ve never come across one like him before. Even as he stands a distance away, you feel yourself drawn to him, drawn to his movements, to the way he stares at you, watching you behind heavy lids.

He moves closer. "Look, if you're going to banish me, I'd rather we just get this over with." He says nonchalantly, dusting off his hands, looking at ease and quite frankly bored with the conversation already.

You frown. You should do exactly that. No talking, no hesitating, just get rid of him. However, something stops you, holds you back from doing what you know is right but something inside you is screaming that it is wrong.

"Why did you banish him?" You fire back, needing some answers for this unexplainable feeling deep in your gut.

"You already know the answer to that too." His eyes are fixed on yours as he begins to close the distance that stretches out between you.

You retreat until your back is met with cold hard brick.

"He was a demon, he doesn't belong on this plane. There. Is that the answer you're really looking for?" His perfectly arched eyebrow lifts as he throws the question at you.

You watch his pillowy lips pull up into an arrogant smirk. "Come now," he leans in closer, only a breath away, his sweet scent intoxicating your senses and whispers, "what is it you really want to know?"

You're frozen, unable to move and run like your head is telling you to, unable to cast him away or banish him. All you can do is ball your hands into fists at your sides to stop yourself from reaching out to him, from running a finger along his flawless, smooth skin.

Angels are not affected by demon powers, they can't be charmed or willed or seduced, it's one of your perks and yet here you stand, immobile like a frightened little dormouse. But not because of this demon or his powers, this is entirely your own doing, your own cage you've built yourself.

He studies you over curiously, you wonder if your eyes mirror the very look in his. "Why are you not banishing me?" He asks, utterly perplexed.

"Why are you not trying to kill me?" You finally find your voice, stronger and braver than you hoped for.

His dark, smoky tendrils snake their way up your legs and body, until they're forcing your arms in the air above your head.

Your own pale vines of smoke meet his and entwine around them, halting them in their tracks.

He frowns at you, wide eyed. "What is this? What magic are you enticing me with?"

You scoff, hardly believing those words came out of his mouth and not yours. "I was going to ask you the same question."

Something clicks inside you, something deep down within your soul. Suddenly, you feel at ease, comfortable, at home. Your chest swells with a feeling you can't quite place, like being in love, only more than that. You feel complete.

His powers release their grip and your arms are freed, but your powers are still joined, still embracing.

"What's happening?" You ask bewildered.

He takes the one last step towards you, your bodies now touching, pressed firmly against each other. His thumb slides softly across your cheek, a caress that has you feeling dizzy and your knees weak.

"Tell me angel, do you have a mark?" He whispers, searching your eyes as if they held the answers to life's questions.

All you can do is nod, frozen in place, unable to tear your gaze away from his.

"Could it be, I've finally found you?" He says quietly, more to himself you think.

You question him with your eyes, pleading with him to elaborate, wondering if this is all a trick before he slaughters you right here.

He lifts the sleeve of his dark shirt and reveals his mark, an intricate, pink little pattern, almost like a scar. We are all born with these marks, none are alike, except for your life mate, which matches yours like a puzzle piece.

He looks at you with wildly desperate eyes.

You lift your sleeve, hands trembling.

You don't even have to look to know it matches. The overwhelming adoration in his eyes fills your heart to the brim, fit to burst.

"It's you. I've actually found you, and an angel at that." He lets out a small laugh. His smile is more beautiful than any scene or sunset.

Your soulmate, the one who will be bound to you in this life and the next and follow you for eternity. You've found him.

But it's not that simple, for a moment later he has disappeared, your magic clutches to thin air, nothing but emptiness fills the space around you and consumes your insides as you frantically look around. He's gone without a trace and you have no idea where to begin looking to find him again.

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Spotlight: Life Of A Troubled Celebrity Heartthrob Ch 5.1

Word Count: 7,019 *Between Both Parts

Colson woke up first as moonlight beat down on his face. He sat up and stretched his lean body. When he had planned this trip he hadn't anticipated falling asleep on the boat. He looked at Y/N and didn't have the heart to wake her but she slowly opened her eyes when he stirred.

"What time is it?" She rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"It's just a little after midnight. We should get back it's a bit cold out here." He threw the blanket over Y/N. "You can go back to sleep while I drive us back."

"I think I'll come and keep you company." She stifled another yawn.

"If you insist. I won't complain." He kissed her long and hard.

"I wish we could stay this way forever." He sighed as he held her face in his hands.

"No you don't. You would probably get bored in a few minutes." She joked.

"Spend the night with me." His face was illuminated by the moonlight, piercing blue eyes pleading with her. He didn't want this night to end. All he wanted was to spend more time with her. Not in a sick perverted way but he just wanted to be close to her-to hold her and never let her go.

"Colson I-"

"All I want to do is hold you okay? No second base..unless you want-"

"Don't push it Baker." She laughed and swatted his shoulder.

"Okay let me get you out of here. Stay here it's warmer okay?" He straightened the thick blanket over her. Then went over to start the engine and steered the boat back to the estate. She snuggled under the warm blanket and dozed off.

"Sorry to wake you sweets but we're here. I would carry you out of the boat but we would both end up in the water." He laughed as she squinted up at him.

"Okay." She said her voice horse and her head still groggy.

Y/N stumbled across the gangplank, Colson laughed as he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the house. He took the steps up to his room, kicked the door open and laid her down gently on the soft bed. She even tried to protest when he removed her shoes but he pushed insisted.

"Colson that isn't necessary. I can do that myself. I'm not an invalid." She was wide awake now.

"Your feet are stone cold Bambi! Should I run you a bath?" He rubbed her feet but his efforts were futile.

"Hmmm, I think I'd love to soak in a warm bath right now." She rolled her neck and stretched out her body. Colson couldn't help but stare and was glad Y/N couldn't read his thoughts right now, because they were anything but clean.

"Am I allowed to join you? I'm cold too." He said as he stood and made his way to the bathroom.

"Sure why not? I'm sure the jacuzzi is big enough for both of us.." Y/N taunted him. She leaned back on the bed a naughty smile on her face. She couldn't understand where her sudden boldness came from? It was probably because she was sleeping on her feet and her brain wasn't functioning in its full capacity. I mean who takes a bath after 1:00am??

"Careful what you wish for Bambi.." He wagged his finger at her. "I just might call your bluff sweets." He ran the bath water and added some strawberry scented bubble-bath. He walked back to the bedroom and found Y/N undressing.

"Oh! Sorry-I didn't-you should have-" He sputtered, his hands flew to cover his crimson face. Y/N threw her head back and laughed.

"Really Baker! Is this your first time to see a girl half-naked?" She threw her play-suit in his face as she walked past him and into the bathroom. Colson caught it before it hit the floor and stood there confused. He didn't want to misinterpret anything but that action right there, seemed like an invitation to him. Maybe it was time for him to test the waters..literally.

Y/N had left the bathroom wide open..another sign. He proceeded cautiously through the door, there was no going back after this. Y/N was lying in the tub with her hair tied up in a messy bun, her eyes closed as if she was asleep. Colson stood at the door and removed his clothes silently. He slipped into the jacuzzi and sat opposite Y/N and waited for some sort of reaction from her.

"Took you long enough to get here Baker. I almost fell asleep waiting for you." She said drowsily. Her eyes remained closed.

"You're hungry? I've asked Alison, the housekeeper, to bring us something. We can eat once we're done."

"Hmmm." Replied.

Food was the last thing on his mind right now. He wanted to eat something that was sitting right in front of him-in fact he wanted to devour her-to ravish her until they were totally spent. But with a lot of difficulty, he restrained himself and told himself good things come to those who wait.

"You need help staying awake sweets?" He slid over to her side and pulled her towards him.

"What did you have in mind?" Her eyes flew open and he saw the desire ignited in them. Now was the time he would make his move. The look in her eyes gave him the green light and told him everything he needed to know.

"A few things.." He brushed his lips lightly against hers and heard her inhale sharply. He teased her with feather-light kisses until her breathing was ragged. Then he kissed her thoroughly, his tongue touching every inch of her mouth.

They were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. They sprang apart but made no move to answer the door. Colson's arctic orbs burned into Y/N's brown ones and no words needed to be said. He stepped out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy bath towel around her body, their nakedness no longer an obstacle. She was swept of her feet and carried into the bedroom and laid on the bed. Colson hovered over her as if seeking permission to continue. She pulled him closer and their lips melted into each other again-but the incessant knocking was a mood-killer.

"You probably should get that." Y/N whispered into his lips as he looked down at her, frustration contorting his features. He let out a low angry growl and hopped off the bed to answer the door. Y/N felt sorry for whoever was standing on the other-side.

"Jax! What is it? It's almost two in the morning!" Colson scowled as he open the door just a crack.

" Anyway-you requested food so I offered to bring it up-" He motioned to the food cart, "plus there is an urgent matter that need your immediate attention..before it hits the press in a few hours. Byron and Andre are waiting downstairs"

"Let me get dressed. I'll be right down. Leave the cart outside I'll get it just now." Colson shut the door and got dressed quickly.

"Is everything okay?" Y/N pulled the covers over her and sat up.

"Yeah-you can eat and I'll join you in a bit." He wheeled the food into the room and kissed her on the forehead before dashing out.

Y/N jumped out of bed and went to rummage through Colson's closet, in search of a T-shirt or PJs that would fit her. She came so close-again-but she wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed. She stood in the closet and noticed they was woman's clothing neatly stacked in a shelf, while the dresses and jackets were hanging on the rails.

Y/N's heart sank as she fingered the clothing. The clothes seemed fairly new and were about her size. Probably they belonged to one of his many girlfriends and he had forgotten to hide them away or he had meant for them to remain here. She gave herself a mental shake, grabbed a pair of pink PJs and slipped them on, even it meant taking a risk of him being upset with her.

"Thank you floozy, for leaving your clothes in Colson's closet." She muttered to herself, as she dived under the covers, her appetite gone. What did she expect anyway? Of course he had a constant stream of girls sleeping over and she was probably just another statistic. But she still wanted him. Even as the silent tears slid down her face and onto the therapeutic pillow, her heart still yearned for him, for his touch, for his presence and a whole lot more.

It wasn't long before she nodded off to sleep.

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"What do you mean I signed the wrong document?? Don't I pay you to make sure that never happens??" Colson flipped over the glass table in a rage. Andre loosened his tie and cowered in the corner, beads of sweat scattered on his forehead.

"Look Colson, why don't we all take five? Let's step outside so you can get a bit of fresh air and collect our thoughts?" Byron put his hand on Colson's shoulder and he shrugged it off, before storming into the cool night-or morning rather.

Dawn was breaking and while Colson loved to watch the sunrise, he didn't derive any joy from it today. It had turned from a beautiful day to a nightmare-his worst nightmare. He sat by the poolside and hung his head in his hands. How was he going to get out of this mess? Most importantly how was he going to explain it to Y/N? Yet again he had got her entwined in his drama. He ripped of his t-shirt and dove into the water, did laps back and forth until he was spent. The sun was peeping threw the clouds when he jumped out and collapsed onto the well manicured lawn.

Byron stood over him and handed him a towel and a robe after he had dried himself. Alison had begun to serve breakfast out on the patio and Jax was barking orders to the bodyguards. Security was on high alert as per Colson's instructions. Y/N would need a bodyguard as well, once the story got out.

"I'm going to go break the news to Y/N before she hears it from someone else. Please don't come anywhere near my room until I say so. If anyone so much as knocks..there will be hell to pay." Colson stormed back into the house and ran up the stairs to his room. Y/N was still sound asleep when he jumped in behind her. He put his arms around her and held her like it was the last time. After what he had to tell her he was sure she would never want to see him again, because it would throw her world into absolute chaos.

"Hmm..you're cold." She protested, still half-asleep.

"Sorry baby I had an early morning swim.. I just need to hold you right now. Is that okay?" He snuggled closer to her and tightened his hold. The talk would have to wait until she was well-rested. He made sure to switch off both their phones earlier on so he was safe for now.

"Hmm..You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah-please go back to sleep baby." He kissed her hair.

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"Andre please explain to me again how you messed up the paperwork? You always so articulate and careful. What went wrong this time? Your wife giving you problems man?" Byron paced up and down Colson's study, where he, Andre and Jax were having a closed door meeting.

"I had printed out the revised contract for him and Y/N to sign right? Then my sister-in-law asked me to process her papers for a marriage contract so I could submit them to the courts, then she could get her marriage licence. But I know someone that can take a shortcut and-somehow I mixed up the documents so-Colson and Y/N signed-in actual fact-not only a marriage contract but a marriage certificate. I don't know how I missed it..probably it was in between their documents and they mistakenly signed it. Well..it was my mistake but I then went on to submit it to court now-" Andre sighed and gulped down his third glass of whiskey, forgetting that it was only a little after 6:00am.

"Now some douche from the marriage office got his dirty hands on the documents and is blackmailing us for freakin' $5mil. Thanks for that Andre. Thanks a lot!" Byron spat. He pulled at his hair in agitation and threw deathly daggers at Andre.

"Look I know I messed up okay?? I'm probably going to be out of a job when Colson walks back down those stairs..I'm so screwed." Andre sank back into the couch and covered his face with a cushion. "Plus that guy has given us until noon to pay up or else.. "

"He's leaking it to the highest bidder." Byron finished off distastefully.

"How are we going to fix this Byron?" Andre sat on the edge of his seat.

"Unfortunately, you have hit a very sensitive spot..Colson is rather fond of Y/N and has developed a strong attachment to her. He doesn't know it yet but I think he's actually in love with her." Byron put his hands in his pockets and stared at the carpet thoughtfully.

"Yeah. I noticed.." Andre pursed his lips. "I'm finished aren't I?"

"Yeah." Byron nodded.

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"Morning sweets." Colson leaned over and kissed Y/N on her forehead. "You sleep enough?"

"Ye-ah, I guess..we had a pretty late night." She sat up and stretched out her arms. "Sorry for wearing these PJs-I needed something to wear." She said sheepishly.

"What?? No need to apologize sweets, they're yours." He smiled.

"Mine?"

"Yeah-" He shifted nervously," Look Y/N there's something I need to tell you." He swallowed hard not being able to meet her eyes.

"Y/N? Wow-this has to be serious then." She pushed her back and propped herself on the headboard. "I'm listening.."

Colson explained the mess up that Andre had got them into. Y/N's face went from confusion to shock. After Colson was done she sat quietly, staring into space.

"So..what you're trying to tell me is that we're married??!"

"Yes." He finally met her bewildered expression. "We can get an annulment-"

"No! I don't want that on my record." She raised her hand.

"Tell me what you want me to do? I know apologizing is pointless but I really am sorry Y/N." Colson held her hands and looked intently at her. The remorse clearly displayed on his handsome face.

"Say something baby. Please?" She still hadn't responded to his question and it was beginning to scare him.

"I'm sorry..I need to go home." She hoped off the bed using the other end, wanting to escape. The walls felt like they were caving in and she found it hard to breath. She had to put some distance between them so she could think straight. How could she be married to Colson Baker? Married??

"Y/N! Wait!" She slammed the bathroom door in his face and locked it. "Can we talk about this?" He leaned his head against the door.

"Please sweets? Can you allow me to fix this? We're in this together remember?" The door suddenly flew open and she stood there, tears streaming down her face. It tore his heart into a million pieces seeing her like that.

"How are you going to fix this Colson?! Huh?! Please tell me??!" She cried out and started to punch his chest. He grabbed her wrists and crushed her against his chest.

"I'm really sorry okay? I'm going to fix this. Trust me okay?" He cooed as he smoothed her hair with his hands. "It's killing me to see you like this-I can't-" His voice broke and he buried his face in her neck.

They sank to the bathroom floor still in each others arms. Y/N's cries were now sniffles and her head was lying on Colson's shoulder. This was a perfect disaster. How would he even fix it? Where would he begin?

"You want to get out of here?" He broke the silence.

"Yes. Please take me as far as possible. I don't think I'll be able to handle any of this right now." She pleaded with him, her eyes still brimming with tears. He stood up and held out his hand to her and she grabbed on it as she got up.

"You can take a quick bath while I take care of our travel arrangements. Don't worry about packing clothes or anything like that-all I want is you." He kissed her gently on her lips and left her in the bathroom.

She took a quick shower and dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. There was breakfast waiting for her at the corner table, so she wolfed down a slice of toast and cheese, washed down with a glass of orange juice. When she went downstairs in search of Colson she heard loud voices coming from the poolside.

"You're fired!" Colson shouted to Andre.

"Colson it was a mistake-" Andre tried to reason.

"One that is going to ruin an innocent girls life!" Colson shot back. "Just leave! Get out of my face!"

"Wait!" Y/N called out as Andre made his way to leave.

"Y/N, please stay out of this. Let me handle it okay?" Colson walked over to her and held her shoulders.

"Andre stays." She challenged.

"What? He's responsible for-"

"He stays." She said firmly.

"No he can't-" Colson protested.

"As your wife, I say he stays." His eyes softened, he dropped his hands and stepped back to look at her.

Everyone else stared at the exchange in awe. Andre breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his face with the back of his hand. He really needed this job, he was the sole breadwinner in his family. He had a lot of people that depended on him.

"Fine." Colson said with clenched teeth. "But you will owe me big time Bambi."

"Can we leave now before the circus begins?" She said.

"Yeah-Jax we're good?" Colson asked visibly relaxed.

"Sure thing boss." Jax replied.

"Great. Now I can go and give my wife a real honeymoon. We might even have to consummate the marriage. What do you think Bambi??" Colson put his arm around Y/N and gave her a knowing look.

"Don't push it sweetie." She rolled her eyes but her heart was hammering wildly against her chest. How was she going to handle being totally alone with the sexy, irresistible Colson Baker?

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"Who's this?" Colson barked into the phone.

"Is that the way to greet you best friend?" Slim chuckled softly.

"Hey, how's it going dude? You alright?" Colson sat on the edge of the bed.

"I would be alright if you got me out of here. Today preferably. Otherwise..I might be tempted to bribe one of the nurses to-"

"Slim you know this is for your own good. You almost died man! I can't have that on my conscious again." Colson ran his fingers through his hair and sighed audibly. Slim needed to stay in rehab, but he didn't seem to understand that. This could be his only hope of staying alive, he had too many close calls so far.

"Listen, if you don't get me out of here this very minute then you're going to force me to do something that we will both regret. You more than me though-because you have so much more to lose." Slim said aggressively, "don't push me Col."

"That sounds like a threat?" Colson scowled. "You know better than to do that." He tut-tutted.

"Really?? How's that sweet doe-eyed obsession of yours? I wouldn't mind-" Slim taunted.

"Leave Y/N out of this okay! Touch her and you're finished. You will never work in this country again." Colson stood and gripped the phone tighter. His anger emanating through the phone.

"She might be sweeter than Dani...Now Dani was wild in the sack man, I can understand why you were hooked on her..it's a pity she had to die.." He mocked.

"You are the reason she's dead!" Colson shot back.

"Oh no, no, no. Don't give me all the credit man. You are as much to blame." Slim said deadly calm.

"Go to hell!" Colson cut the call and smashed his iPhone against the wall.

Slim had pushed him too far this time and he was going to pay dearly. How did someone claim to be your friend and then do something that contradicts the statement? How could he threaten Y/N, the only person that he had shown any remote interest since Dani?

"Hey Col, everything okay?" Byron entered the room with caution.

"I want Slim gone. I don't care how you do it but I want him gone." Colson punched his hand with force. "He dares to threaten me? Threaten Y/N?? After everything I've done for him and this is what….I want him gone." He said through gritted teeth.

"Okay," Byron sat down slowly, "I won't even ask, you can tell me whenever you're ready... But the jewelers are here, they're waiting in the study." He stood up again and turned at the door. "You can come down when you've-calmed down."

Colson went to freshen up and went to fetch Y/N from her room. He knocked softly and couldn't help but smile, when she opened the door for him. He dipped his head and kissed her softly on the lips and deepened the kiss as he felt her respond. He pushed her back onto the bed as he sought solace from the only place he knew. Sensing his need she poured herself into him and gave as good as she got. Colson finally broke off the kiss reluctantly, their breathing heavy and their eyes hazy.

"I really don't want to do this sweets, but..we have to go downstairs." He sighed and pushed back Y/N's unruly hair, "the jeweler is here and I'd like you to pick out your ring or rings, whatever you prefer is fine."

"Colson..you don't have to do this. This isn't even a proper marriage." Y/N protested.

"I know sweets but if we're going to do this then I suggest we play the part to the T. otherwise no one will believe our little story." He said as he sat at the edge of the bed.

"I thought we weren't giving in to the blackmailer's demands?" she sat up and tried to salvage her hair. She grabbed the brush on the dresser and swept it through her hair.

"We're not, we're going to beat him at his own game." Colson watched her, mesmerized.

"You okay there Baker? Would you like a spin?" She waved the brush in his face and laughed.

"Would you..brush my hair? No one's ever done that-well besides my stylist." He shrugged.

"Sure..if you really want me to.. I might as well start performing my wifely duties." The brush felt so good as it swept though his hair, he couldn't help but groan in appreciation.

"That feels so good." He closed his eyes and leaned into her. His hands went round her waist and before he could venture any further there was a loud knock.

"We're coming down in a minute-go-away!" Colson called out, his hands still wrapped around Y/N.

"We should go babe, its a quarter to eleven." Y/N didn't realize the slip but he did.

"Don't ever stop," he said.

"What?" she frowned.

"Don't ever stop calling me that," he pecked her lips and stood up. Y/N nodded dumbly, unsure how to respond.

"Let's go Bambi," he pulled her hand and led her downstairs.

The study was already occupied with the jewelers, Jax and Byron. Colson walked in and looked around, not at all pleased.

"Right this is what's going to happen-I want every one out, including you two," he pointed at the jewelers, "this moment is between my wife and I, no one else. We will let you know on how much to bill us once we've decided. I don't want her to feel pressured or uncomfortable so get," he pointed towards the door.

Everyone shuffled out wordlessly and Y/N turned to Colson with a frown.

"Was that necessary Baker?" she folded her arms.

"Yes," he simply said, "shall we begin Mrs Baker?" he pulled out a chair for her.

"Thank you Mr Baker," she smiled at him as she sat down.

"If you keep looking at me like that then I'm going to be forced to kiss you until you breathless," he stared into her big brown eyes.

"I dare you," she whispered, her heart racing.

Colson didn't need to be urged on any further; he pulled Y/N off the chair and brushed his lips over hers, torturously slowly and softly. Y/N strained her lips towards him in an effort to deepen the kiss and appease the havoc that simple act was causing in her body.

"I think we have to stop now-otherwise I won't be able to control myself," he leaned his forehead on hers.

"Okay," she replied, in barely a whisper.

"I know I promised to keep my distance..but I can't Bambi..you make it so hard..especially when you look at me like that," he gulped, "with such intensity-such innocence, I don't want to taint you," he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Colson..there's something I need to tell you.." Y/N diverted her gaze from him.

"Please don't say you want to leave-" he looked at her, in anguish.

"No that's not it," she shook hear head vehemently.

"Then what is it?" he turned her chin up and searched her face for answers.

"I'm not a virgin," she removed his hands from her face and went to sit down on the chaise, at the far end of the room.

Colson stood there, his hard-drive still trying to process the information that she had just laid on him. She wasn't a virgin? But that was good right? But why did she seem so sad, instead of relieved? Was she perhaps raped? Abused? He would make them pay, whoever it was they would pay, he would find them and make them pay, he thought. Y/N took his delayed response as a bad sign. She should have told him sooner, then maybe he wouldn't look so disappointed.

"Y/N, look at me," he sat next to her and held her hands, "I don't care okay? That's irrelevant sweets."

"What?" She frowned slightly.

"Sorry-that came out wrong-let me re-phrase okay?" he gave her a lopsided grin, "It doesn't matter to me okay? I know you have a past and it's nothing to be ashamed of sweets. Mine is probably ten times worse than yours," he laughed. "This doesn't change the way I feel about you okay?"

"I thought you would be disappointed," she said with despair.

"Never," he cupped her face in his hands.

"But you don't know the full story-" she protested.

"And I don't need to okay? When you're ready to tell me then you will-but for now please choose a ring baby?" They laughed and lightened the tension.

She finally settled on a simple ring in platinum with a ruby and a double row of round brilliant diamonds. They had matching wedding bands in white gold, encrusted with white diamonds. They instinctively exchanged weddings bands and smiled at each other, as they slipped the rings on each others fingers.

"You're mine now," he said before he kissed her softly.

"Does it work both ways," she countered as her heart fluttered.

"Try getting a divorce and you will see exactly how it works," he smiled at her as he held up his iPhone and took multiple shots of their rings and entwined hands. They started goofing around with the camera and took more funny photos and Colson posted the best ones on his social media; until Byron knocked on the door.

"Colson it's almost noon and the pressure is on.. you're good to go?" Byron peered through the door.

"We're more than good By, check my latest tweet," he scrolled through his phone showing Byron the photos and social media posts., "it already has over 20,000 views in less than ten minutes.

#shesaidyes #ilikeditsoiputaringonit #relationshipgoals #itsofficial #mrsandmrsbaker

"Well, this is very convincing! Hey, even I'm falling for it," Byron chuckled, "you guys have great chemistry so it will be easy for the media to eat it up."

"The only person I want to eat it is the blackmailer," Colson said as he slipped his phone into his pocket.

"Andre managed to trap him. We have managed to trace the call and he's on his way to pick him up-with the cops of course," Byron said with satisfaction.

"At least Andre did something right for a change," Colson scoffed.

"Babe, can I go and call my mom now? I promised to call her ages ago and I'm sure she's in hysterics by now.." Y/N put her hands on Colson's chest and Byron raised an eyebrow.

"Sweets, I can't apologize enough about all this-" he held her face.

"Don't- it's not your fault okay?" she kissed him again.

"I'll be up in a moment, let me finish up here okay?" Colson kissed her forehead and she left.

"So..Babe??" Byron laughed, "I got a feeling this isn't pretend anymore.."

"Shut up," Colson said, "when are you going to release the press statement? Is my jet ready? I need to get to New York for that charity benefit tonight."

"Yeah, I'm on it. We can leave for New York, whenever you're ready," Byron said.

"Great, I want to leave now. Can you ask Jax to pick up Y/N's friends and meet us at the airstrip? I'll go and make sure my bags are packed." Colson's phone rang as he made to leave.

"Baker," he said.

"So I guess congratulations are in order bro?" Slim said.

"What do you want??" Colson stiffened.

"Hey bro! Chill out! Why are you all up tight?? You just got married man! Loosen up," Slim laughed.

"You're kidding right? You have some nerve-"

"Dude, you need to chill okay? Are we still going to the charity benefit?" Slim asked.

Colson sighed as he raked his hair. "You bust out of rehab didn't you?"

"You know me too well Col," Slim cackled.

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"I still can't decide what to wear!" Liv said, exasperated. She had gone through the closet about a million times and was even more confused than before.

"Don't worry, Michelle will be here soon," Y/N looked up from her phone.

"So has your Mom calmed down yet?" Lisa asked as she plopped herself onto the bed.

"No, she's freaking out for days!" Y/N frowned. Ever since they announced their marriage her mother was inundated with calls and was being hounded by the media again. Mrs Y/M/L/N was upset that Y/N got married without telling her and felt like she was way in over her head. She had even demanded Y/N catch the first flight home but she was adamant about staying with Colson. For now they had agreed to disagree.

"Hallooo there Mrs Baker!!" Ashleigh barged into the room and launched herself onto Y/N, causing them to fall off the bed.

"You could have just said hi like a normal person," Y/N giggled as Ashleigh straddled her.

"I leave you alone for a couple of days and you come back as Colson Baker's freakin' wife!" Ashleigh pretended to strangle her, "Oh-my-days! Will you look at the size of the rock on that ring???!"

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Y/N twisted the ring on her finger.

"Thanks for the heads up by the way," Ashleigh scowled.

"Sorry Ash, it just happened," Y/N said, out of breath, "Let me up!" she protested.

"Such things just don't happen-oh hey there Lisa! Liv!" she hugged them.

"Right, everyone in the sitting room now, we don't have much time," Michelle bust open the door and commanded everyone to start getting ready, "Y/N you're up first, Colson will be coming for you soon."

"Oh, I thought I was going with everyone else.." Y/N said.

"Not a chance, you're Colson's wife now so it's a whole new ball game. Congratulations by the way," Michelle smiled, "you need to get your make up done so you can stay in here. Let me just grab my bag, I'll be right back."

Michelle had chosen a Chanel emerald embroidered fishtail maxi dress. It accentuated all Y/N's curves, a low-cut back exposed her smooth tanned skin; fashioned from a luxurious velvet and lace material with hand embroidery all over the dress. The fishtail design and mermaid hem created a perfect silhouette. Her hair was swept up into a neat bubble-bun and a smokey-eye look for her make-up, her lipstick was a matte in crimson.

"You clean up nice Mrs Baker," Michelle admired her handiwork and handed Y/N a matching clutch purse.

"Good job as always! I can't even recognize myself," Y/N twirled around.

"Colson will not be able to keep his hands off you tonight, hope you're on birth control," Michelle joked and they laughed. There was a soft knock on the door and Michelle opened it on her way out, "hey Col, she's all yours."

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tiriansjewel · 3 years

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lyric explanations below the cut! (click images for better quality)

1. The 1 by Taylor Swift

“But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one”

As we start the playlist, Luke and Alex are taking a wistful look back on their relationship in the 90s now that they’ve moved on to other people.

2. Coming Clean by Green Day

“Seventeen and strung out on confusion

Trapped inside a roll of disillusion

I found out what it takes to be a man

Now mom and dad will never understand”

Back in the 90s, both Luke and Alex are coming to terms with their sexualities.

3. Smells Like Teen Spirit

“With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us”

Sunset Curve were working towards popularity right at the height of the grunge scene, and I would assume that both Luke and Alex heard quite a bit of this song as teenagers.

4. Now or Never by Sunset Curve

“Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

But live it like it's now or never”

How could I not include Sunset Curve’s own song? They like living in the moment, and that includes their love lives.

5. Everlong by the Foo Fighters

“And I wonder

If everything could ever feel this real forever

If anything could ever be this good again

The only thing I'll ever ask of you

You've got to promise not to stop when I say when”

When you go through adolescence, you crave intimacy with other people. This song exemplifies what Luke and Alex want from each other- to be able to feel, and to be able to experience those feelings on a deeper level.

6. Ocean Size by Jane’s Addiction

“Wish I was ocean size

They cannot move you, man

No one tries

No one pulls you

Out from your hole

Like a tooth aching a jawbone”

Jane’s Addiction was another LA rock band of this time period, and these lyrics about wanting to be powerful like the ocean and having to leave your home really remind me of Luke.

7. All Apologies by Nirvana

“What else should I be?

All apologies

What else should I say?

Everyone is gay”

This song is Kurt Cobain ironically apologizing for his cynical attitude, including the line “everyone is gay” to mock homophobes. It reminds me of Alex- he doesn’t want to be “married and buried”; he is rebelling against his parents’ definition of a correct lifestyle.

8. Freaking Out The Neighborhood by Max DeMarco

“And I know it's no fun

When your first son

Gets up to no good

Starts freaking out the neighborhood”

Emily Patterson and Alex’s mom were probably both pretty appalled by their sons effectively joining the counterculture. At this point, both Luke and Alex are starting to express themselves more, comfortable in who they are and what they want.

9. Hangout With You by Diners

“All I want

Is to talk with you now

And I know that you've got time

You are constantly on my mind

Yes I know that you've got time

To hang out with me

Tonight”

Luke has begun to realize that he likes Alex, and in true Luke fashion, can’t stop thinking about it.

10. Affection by Between Friends

“I'm laying on the floor

We're drinking 'cause we're bored

Oh, I'm looking for affection in all the wrong places

And we'll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces”

One night, it all comes out- their feelings and desires- and they decide to begin some kind of friends with benefits type of situation. This song feels like it’s from Luke’s perspective to me.

11. gold rush by Taylor Swift

“What must it be like

To grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominos

I see me padding 'cross your wooden floors

With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door

At dinner parties

I call you out on your contrarian shit

And the coastal town

We wandered 'round had never

Seen a love as pure as it

And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea

'Cause you know it could never be”

Luke is a magnetic person, attracting everyone, and Alex finds him beautiful. He is in awe of him, but he’s also scared about having feelings he doesn’t know how to handle. This song kind of shows Alex’s internal monologue.

12. Can We Kiss Forever? by Kina

“I tried to reach you, I can't hide

How strong's the feeling when we dive

I crossed the ocean of my mind

My wounds are healing with the salt

All my senses intensified

Whenever you and I, we dive”

This song describes their first kiss, obscured from the world, in my mind. Plus, there’s ocean metaphors. You can’t go wrong with that.

13. 18 by Anarbor

“So if you wanna piss off your parents

Date me to scare them

Show them you're all grown up

If long hair and tattoos are what attract you

Baby, then you're in luck

And I know it's just a phase

You're not in love with me

You wanna piss off your parents, baby

That's alright with me”

Luke knows Alex isn’t in love with him, but they both want to try new things. Bonus points for this song having references to frayed parent-child relationships.

14. Boys Will Be Boys by Miles McKenna

“That graduation day, it never came for you and me

Couple drop-out kids, a shotgun wedding's all we need

Sorry, Mom, Sorry, Dad

Better luck next time

A couple packs a day, pierced nose and tattoos on our legs

No strangers to pretend, we've always been too proud to beg

Sorry, Mom, Sorry, Dad

Better luck next time

Boys will be boys”

This song referencing a “couple of drop out kids” just going with the flow made me think of how Sunset Curve probably never would have finished high school.

15. Just Like You by Three Days Grace

“You thought you were there to guide me, you were only in my way

You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

I could be mean

I could be angry

You know I could be just like you.”

Both Luke and Alex have tons of resentment for their parents, obviously.

16. Sunstroke by Less Than Jake

“We've all been living proof

That time won't wait or choose

We know it ticks on without me and you

And I can't have both sides

Letting go or holding tight

I'm burning bright tonight”

This song about being stubborn and time not waiting really reminded me of Luke, plus the foreshadowing of them becoming ghosts and adapting to a whole new world.

17. Saint Bernard by Lincoln

“Saint Calvin told me not to worry about you

But he's got his own things to deal with

There's really just one thing that we have in common

Neither of us will be missed”

This song just made me think about Alex and his Catholic guilt.

18. Bedroom Hymns by Florence and the Machine

“This is a good a place to fall as any

We'll build our altar here

Make me your Maria

I'm already on my knees

You had Jesus on your breath

And I caught Him in mine

Sweating out confessions

The undone and the divine

This is his body, this is his love

Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough, oh”

Part 2 of Alex and his Catholic guilt. Their relationship has become more carnal, and this song maybe gives a little of Alex’s perspective into that time.

19. Church by Fall Out Boy

“And if death is the last appointment

Then we're all just sitting in the waiting room

I am just a human trying to avoid my certain doom

If you were church, yeah

I'd get on my knees”

Here ends the trilogy of songs with religious references. This song is heady and sensual and also includes some nice foreshadowing of their deaths.

20. Bros by Wolf Alice

“Shake your hair, have some fun

Forget our mothers and past lovers, forget everyone

Oh, I'm so lucky, you are my best friend

Oh, there's no one, there's no one who knows me like you do

Are your lights still on?

I'll keep you safe

If you keep me strong”

Here’s another song from Luke’s perspective- talking about forgetting mothers, being best friends, and keeping Alex safe, as long as Alex keeps him strong.

21. Slip Away by Perfume Genius

“Don't look back, I want to break free

If you'll never see 'em coming You'll never have to hide

Take my hand, take my everything

If we only got a moment

Give it to me now

They'll never break the shape we take

Baby, let all them voices slip away”

Alex struggles with losing his family over his sexuality, and Luke helps him through it.

22. Make Out In My Car by Sufjan Stevens

“I'm not trying to

Go to bed with you

I just wanna make out in my car

And though I'm dying to

Fall in love with you

I just wanna make out in my car”

Another great song about just wanting to exist with someone, about wanting touch and feel and create. They don’t want to fall in love, they just want to be.

23. I Exist I Exist I Exist by Flatsound

“I remember the way you shook

Its a shame that we're not soul mates

Because if i didn't know better

I'd say this feels pretty good

How could i be scared?

When i stretch and feel that you're there

So shut your mouth

Because these words will speak themselves

I can feel them in these blankets

And they're surrounding your figure

Embraced in the quilts

And i cant help but think

You're my missing puzzle piece”

This song is so beautiful- with references to helping a partner through anxiety, and being just like ones mother... a lot of this dynamic in my mind is Luke and Alex reminding each other that they exist, that life is wide and bright, that they’re alive. This gives a window into Luke’s inner feelings as well.

24. Come on, Mess Me Up by Cub Sport

“I found comfort, I fell in love with avoiding problems

But I want this, you know I want this

So come on, mess me up

And you can break me, if you'll still take me

Ruin me, if you'll let me be one of the ones you say you won't forget”

At some point, they become more reckless about their feelings, a little less level headed about their arrangement. Intimacy is an escape.

25. Please Never Fall In Love Again by Ollie MN

“This is what it's like to be lovers

You and me need never be lonely again

Spin with me endlessly or at least until the end

Please never fall in love again”

As usually happens with these arrangements, feelings are caught. Luke and Alex consider making things more serious.

26. Can I Call You Tonight? by Dayglow

“Batteries drain, I get the memo

I think that I might have to let you go

So can I call you tonight?

I'm trying to make up my mind

Just how I feel

Could you tell me what's real?”

The end of their relationship is near, and Alex is unsure. You can decide if this takes place before or after they die.

27. Wicked Game by Chris Isaak

“I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you

And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

No, I don't wanna fall in love with you”

Eventually these relationships all start to feel like games, don’t they?

28. Perfect by The Smashing Pumpkins

“So far I still know who you are

But now I wonder who I was

Angel, you know it's not the end

We'll always be good friends”

Another song about the end of a relationship, and finding yourself again. There’s a bit of resentment there, but they are learning to be friends again.

29. Miss Missing You by Fall Out Boy

“Maybe I'll burn a little brighter tonight

Let the fire breathe me back to life

Baby you were my picket fence

I miss missing you, now and then”

They’ve gotten over each other and become friends again, but are still nostalgic for the past. Bonus points for references about coming back to life.

30. Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) by Green Day

“For what it's worth

It was worth all the while

It's something unpredictable

But in the end it's right

I hope you had the time of your life”

Ah yes, the song everyone uses to commemorate bittersweet ends- it’s the perfect clincher for this playlist.

I hope you all enjoy listening!

#julie and the phantoms #lalex #jatp #luke patterson #alex mercer #jatp playlist #luke/alex #playlist #my edit

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lampmeeting · 4 years

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If you still need a toki/mags prompt, can I suggest 40 or 42? (I made this for you / is this ok?) I'd love to see anything anyone else picks instead too so don't worry about this one if there are others!

ohh thank you!! “is this ok?” grabbed at me immediately :O

this one gets a bit lewd and a little sad........sorry...(but it’s sweet!)

also post-doomstar, but maybe like 3 or 4 months after the other fic (sorry it’s mostly in magnus’ apartment again haha, the poor man doesn’t get out much)

=+=

A kiss on his way out the door became a regular occurrence. A quick press of lips, a soft sigh, a softer smile, and then Toki would head home. Magnus didn’t know what the fuck it meant, hadn’t really felt up to analyzing it yet. He just knew he liked it when it happened, and obviously it was something Toki wanted to do since he initiated every single time. Even so, once Magnus was left alone in his apartment, there would come that not-so-small voice in the back of his head screaming doubts at him, as it liked it do.

After what you’ve done, you don’t deserve this. Especially not from him.

The next time Toki flew over, Magnus had promised to take him to that really nice aquarium over in Scottsdale. Toki had been talking about it for weeks and texting him pictures from their website. “They gots the movings stairs with a fish tanks all arounds you!” And he was right, they did, and Toki dragged Magnus up and down that escalator at least a dozen times.

Well, maybe dragged was a strong word. Aggressively encouraged, perhaps. Magnus wasn’t really a fish guy, but he had to admit his heart swelled with affection as Toki stared up at the curved glass of the tunnel, pointing out fish as he saw them and tugging at Magnus’ arm.

“Looks at that ones! Oh oh! That ones! And those ones! Oh, wowee!”

The touch pools were Toki’s favorite, though. He flinched with a squeak each time he poked a grippy sea anemone, and he gazed with wonder at the scuttling underside of a horseshoe crab as one of the handlers showed it off to him and a bunch of gathered kids. He tried to get Magnus to pet the stringrays but every time one started to glide close Magnus lost his nerve and popped his hand out of the water to a chorus of children’s laughter. He really wasn’t a fish guy. Still, the brief humiliation seemed worth it if only to hear Toki’s laughter like music over the other voices.

After a visit to the gift shop, they rode the bus back to the Home for Wayward Musicians where Magnus was still set up. Things were...better, he supposed. The job was good. He wouldn’t say rewarding exactly, but it was whatever. And he wasn’t being kept tabs on so strictly anymore, had more freedoms. Still didn’t have a car, but Toki had convinced Offdensen to have a proper lock installed in the door and to remove the security cameras. Dude wasn’t even their manager anymore and he was still taking care of shit. Magnus understood that inability to walk away.

Once inside, Toki took a running dive onto the sofa, hugging his new stuffed whale, sprawled out on his back. “This was the best days evers!”

Magnus peered down at him, resting elbows on the back cushions, exhausted and achy in his chest, but content. “Glad you had fun, buddy.”

“And you hads fun, toos?”

He did, actually. “Yeah.”

Toki smiled, smooshing his cheek into the fuzzy whale. “That’s good to hears.”

Magnus realized he was smiling back and cleared his throat, ears warm. “You wanna get a pizza or something? I dunno about you, but that jellyfish funnel cake in the food court didn’t really do it for me.”

Toki’s eyes twinkled. “Yes please! Ooo!” He sat straight up. “Cans we gets that place whats has the reallies good, um, tir--tirs--um, tirmas--”

“Tiramisu? You mean Parlor?”

“Yeps!” Just as Magnus was about to fret about the cost, Toki added, “I wants to pays for it, toos.”

“What? No way, you’re visiting me. You’re not paying for dinner.” That hurt to say because Parlor was fucking expensive as hell, but it was the principle of the damn thing. He was trying to be a less shitty person, after all. And besides, Toki was only able to come see him every couple weeks, so in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t too terrible.

“But you pays for the aquariums,” Toki said. “And the bus. Ands my whale.”

Magnus felt like he was arguing over the check at the end of a date. No, no, honey, of course you’re not paying. Put your wallet away, this is my treat.

“Yeah, that’s because you’re my guest and I wasn’t raised in a fucking barn. I’ve got this, so don’t you even--uh, what’re you doing?” He almost laughed. “Are you texting right in the middle of me fucking talking to you?”

Toki was on his phone, tapping away with his thumbs, the whale nestled in his arms. His tongue poked out and Magnus fell silent, watching it play across his wet lips. Oh, that was...oh.

After a moment, Toki held up his screen with a smug grin. “Ha! Reads it and weeps!”

Magnus blinked hard to clear the daze from his head and squinted. Order Completed - Thank You! Oh, that crafty bastard had ordered the pizza online! “Hey, not cool, man. You can’t just do that!”

Toki sat there and giggled up at him. “But I dids it!”

The pizza came (Toki had picked Magnus’ favorite, the margherita, damn him) and they ate and watched Dirty Harry and had a few beers. Magnus was still feeling a little gripey about Toki getting the upper hand, but about halfway through the movie Toki finished off the last bite of his tiramisu and reclined into Magnus’ shoulder, and that improved his mood more than he wanted to admit.

“I likes this movie.”

“It’s a classic for a reason,” Magnus said, casually throwing his arm around the guy. Couch cuddles were a normal thing for them now--just something else he refused to think about too hard. It was enough to just enjoy it.

As he settled in a little closer, Toki made a small, relaxed sound in the back of his throat that could’ve easily doubled as a moan, and Magnus’ heart throbbed with a weird skip. His breath caught for a second and heat pooled heavy in his hips. Fuck, he was not doing this right now. He was too old to get hot and bothered just from the sound of someone’s voice. And it didn’t help that Toki kept shifting and rubbing up on him.

Thoughts racing, he traced fingers up and down Toki’s arm and tried to keep his breathing steady for the rest of the movie, barely noticing when Toki snickered at the tits in the topless bar or gasped as Harry dodged bullets fired through the roof of the school bus. When it ended Toki yawned into his whale and announced that he should probably have the jet brought around and start the long flight back home.

Magnus suddenly realized he didn’t want Toki to go at all. Sometimes he had thoughts like that, but never this strong. He wanted to hold Toki snug to him and tell him to call the jet off. He wanted to watch another movie. Play a fucking game. Talk. Anything to keep him in the apartment. But he didn’t say anything, just let Toki get up from his arms and stretch until his fit stomach peeked out between shirt and pants.

He averted his eyes, saw the whale still left on the couch. “You taking this guy?”

“Nopes, he can lives with you. He keeps you company whiles I’m gone so you don’ts gets lonely, okay?"

Magnus’ throat tightened just a bit. “Okay.”

They walked to the door and Toki grabbed him around the middle in a loose hug, grinning up at him. “It was goods to sees you, Magnus. You ams doins, um, reallies great, and I’ms, um.” The grin twitched a little and he went kinda pink high up on his cheekbones. “I’ms prouds of you. S-Sorries, that sounds silly, I thinks...”

“No,” Magnus said quickly, “it’s, uh. It’s fine. That’s good to hear, actually. You, uh--” He swallowed. “--you make it easier, y’know.”

Toki’s eyes went wide and round and looked like two twin aquariums in his head. “Toki...helps?”

“Well...yeah, of course you do, buddy. Of course you do.”

“Oh.” Toki trembled against him. “Ohh, wowee.” Then he craned his neck up and pushed his lips to Magnus’, kissing him firmly. He was delicious, tasting of rich coffee and sugary marscapone. Magnus savored it and waited for him to pull away like he usually did, but Toki twisted fingers in his shirt and moaned and didn’t let him go.

Holy shit, this was new.

And Magnus wanted it.

He reached to cup Toki’s jaw delicately with one hand, his other sliding down to hold him at the small of his back. Toki shuddered and his mouth fell open, deepening the kiss, and he forced Magnus backwards until they thudded into the wall.

“Oof--”

“Sorries.”

“S’fine.”

They continued their crushing kiss and Magnus drew Toki’s hips against his own. Toki gasped, rocked into him, and fuck the guy was already hard. All right, so this was certainly a thing that was happening.

Magnus slipped his hands under the hem of Toki’s shirt to grip at his waist, marveling as core muscles flexed and moved beneath his fingers. How was he in such good shape? What did he do? Magnus tried to think back to when he was that young, all the energy in the world, could get his dick up at the drop of a hat. Better times, man. Could’ve done without the raging smack habit, but, y’know, live and learn.

Fuck, Toki wasn’t slowing down. His breath was fast and needful as Magnus raked hands over him everywhere he could touch. “Magnus--” The kiss broke for a second, long enough for Toki’s pleas to leak out. “More--”

Magnus brushed lips teasingly along Toki’s jaw, his earlobe, down the length of his neck, earning a shaky “oh, fucks”. The earthy smell of the day’s sweat filled his nose, but also the distant scent of strawberries. God damn, was that his shampoo? It made his mouth water and his senses swoon. As he reached the base of his throat, Toki let his head tip back into Magnus’ waiting hand, surrendering to him with a shivering groan.

All right, now was Magnus was hard. He could get off just listening to this. But as he took a moment to adjust himself in his jeans, reality, unfortunately, caught up to him. Every doubt he’d been stuffing down, every nagging feeling that lingered in the wake of Toki’s goodbye kisses, they crowded in on him now and demanded to be dealt with. He pulled back and Toki rubbed bleary eyes, obviously confused.

“What’s wrongs?”

Magnus tried to steady his breath. He didn’t know how to explain himself. “Just, uh. I dunno, Toki. Is this...okay?”

Toki seemed to sober a bit at the question. “Is whats okay?”

“What we’re doing.”

“Magnus.” Toki heaved a frustrated sigh. “Is totallies normal for two mens to kiss each others and be--”

“I know that,” Magnus said, and he couldn’t help the slight laugh that huffed out of him. “I know that very well, trust me. No, I meant, like, us specifically. Is this okay for us.”

“I thinks sos. Why wouldn’ts it?”

“Because of, well--” Over Toki’s shirt, he pressed a palm to his back where he knew the knife scar still marked his skin. “This.”

Toki had shown him the scar a few months ago, was almost excited to. He’d said the lights had made him heal faster and better than he should’ve, and the scar was only barely raised and felt smooth to the touch. Magnus still didn’t know what he thought about lights and gods and prophecies. It all felt so far away from him, and when he thought about what he had seen that night, the star and the bolts of white electricity, Toki felt far away too, even moreso than he was already.

“Oh,” said Toki. “Right. That.”

“Yeah.”

“I know we don’ts...talks about it very much,” Toki said, looking down and fiddling with the buttons on Magnus’ shirt. They really should talk about it more, Magnus resolved. It would be good for both of them. “But, um. Evens though you hurt me and dids bad things, ams givins you the second chance. I know you wasn’ts my friends before, but you ams my friends now. And you makes me happy, and I cares about you, so I’ms not gonna gives up on you.”

Magnus’ heart beat in his throat. That just might’ve been the kindest thing anyone had ever said to him. “I...care about you, too.” He tried to squeeze out more words, like thank you for one, but there was an honest to god possibility he’d start to choke up.

Toki seemed to understand his difficulty and smiled as he brought Magnus’ hand back to the curve of his cheek. “Kiss me agains.”

“If youre sure it’s okay.”

“Is more than okays.”

This time it was tender and unhurried, still just as heated but without the frantic urgency, very unlike any kiss Magnus has ever experienced. There was a love in it, something gentle, something that made him ache so sweetly inside and at the same time catch fire.

“I don’ts wants to go,” Toki sighed into his mouth.

“Then don’t go,” Magnus said, burning, their foreheads touching. “I’m so fucking tired of missing you when you’re gone. Stay with me tonight? Please?” To say please, to ask for such a thing aloud so blatantly, it was like cracking his chest open all over again, exposing his heart.

Toki nodded, rubbing their noses together, and he took Magnus by the wrists and drew him away from the door. “Lets me takes you to bed.”

“Toki...”

“Lets me takes care of you.”

Magnus allowed himself to be led. And in the comforting darkness of the bedroom, with his arms curled over Toki’s strong shoulders, he allowed himself to be loved.

#metalocalypse #magnus hammersmith #toki wartooth #magtok #hammertooth #my writing #i haven't slept in like 36 plus hours please excuse any typos #i thiiiiink it's okay though #also i'm gonna be posting this to my ao3 like everything else i've been doing #i'm HeyMurphy over here #oh and thank you again for the great prompt!!!!#Anonymous

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starbide · 4 years

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Inspiration below. The following is a work of fiction.

'Six years,' I thought to myself walking down the road. It had rained earlier that evening, but by now the clouds were long gone. The pavement shimmered in the waxing moonlight, still slick with the water of those vanished clouds. I would not slip; the road was mostly level as it lazily stretched down the gentle hill behind me, and the streetlamps cast in gold what the moon would otherwise leave dim. The world was silent.

'It's hard to believe I've been gone that long,' I continued, step by step. Six years since I'd moved away for my career. Six years since I'd left my family behind. 'Left her behind,' I smirked to myself, passing a large bush on my right. Houses stood dark and serene on either side, all daily activities complete and put to rest. No cars joined me on the waterlogged street, preferring the concrete comfort of their driveways and garages. I approached and passed under another hazy lamp.

It was cool out, a gentle breeze brushed past the wool of my jacket without raising a single goose bump. I paid it no mind; I was always a bit warmer blooded than others in my circle. My best friend for most of my school years couldn't understand my ability to wear shorts comfortably year-round. 'Those were the days,' I mused, thinking back to the last time we'd seen each other. It had to be more than a decade at this point, long before I'd moved north for work and expanded my wardrobe to include legwear longer than my knees.

I reached an intersection and paused. Four ways, no direction more enticing or foreboding than the next. A lamp at every corner, and the bus station deserted save by its sign across the diagonal. The station I'd waited at patiently every morning for that bright yellow school bus, before I'd ever met my old bestie. It was just me and one other kid, a rather scrawny looking boy who had been in most of my elementary grades but with whom I'd never really gotten on with. We'd shared classes, teachers, and the occasional pencil or marker, but never played together outside of academia. He'd moved away much longer than a decade ago. Now I was really delving into my memory, faded as it was with time.

I checked my phone: 11:57 PM in small white font. My first night back home, I should be exhausted. This wasn't my normal time zone and airplane seats aren't exactly memory foam, but I'd found a second wind after dinner and took to the night after my folks had gone to bed themselves. Sure, I'd been physically gone for six years, but we'd stayed in touch off and on since I'd left. Maybe five months back was our last video call. We'd talked about me taking this trip, now that things had settled down and my life was much more under control. Things had been wild for a while, and if all went according to plan at work things would become wild again not too far down the line. Which reminded me, I needed to make another appointment when I returned home. Couldn't go running out of my prescription again.

A brief twitch of motion caught my eye, and I peered down the leftward lane. One of the bulbs had burned out a few dozen meters down, and in this larger pool of darkness something had moved. At least I thought it had, but my eyes could be playing tricks on me with the shadows. One dark spot moving erratically through a larger, differently dark spot wasn't exactly proof of anything. But of course, my heartbeat quickened regardless. Base human instinct, I suppose. Spot a motion in the dark, prepare to act to either fight or flee.

That hallucination had triggered something else in me though. A memory, unconsciously bidden, rose up behind my eyes. That kid, the little one I'd shared a bus stop with for years, I did not recall being nice to often. Many times, I'd engaged in common teasing, and he always took it personally. A couple times he'd even cried, but I'd never gotten in much trouble for it. A different time I supposed. That sort of behavior wouldn't fly nowadays, and that's good. I felt a bit sick thinking back about it, as it was now clear I'd been a bit of a bully. What it hadn't been was a wake-up call for my parents, who didn't get me the help I had so desperately needed until much later in my teens. I was better now, better enough to see what I'd done back then was very wrong. I couldn't remember all of it, but that boy's tears had stuck with me. I wonder what happened to him?

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts and calm my pulse, I opted for the path in front. This route would wind close to the park, after a couple turns beyond my current field of vision. Crossing the street, I didn't even bother looking left or right, as the night was so quiet and empty, I could hear a car coming from miles away, if there were any to hear. A rock lay in the far side gutter; I kicked it just to give my ears some stimulation. It knocked against the cement curb and bounced across puddles thin as saran wrap to a rest. By then I'd already forgotten about it and left that intersection behind.

Another thought was creeping up from my subconscious, this one more distasteful than the last. I'd left a girl behind when I moved for work, and the breakup hadn't been pleasant. She'd been very upset, naturally, and felt betrayed I was abandoning her like that. Abandoning. It had been her word, not mine, but with the clarity of distance I could see she was right. It had been years since I'd considered how we ended, and I wasn't sure what spurred those thoughts just now, but after what I'd done to her, I could accept she was right.

Still though, rounding the first turn, my leaving her should have been a good thing. Now that the floodgates of memory were open, I may as well dive right in. She'd been so hurt by my sudden departure because I'd systematically isolated her from her friends and much of her family too. She'd grown more and more attached to me, and I'd encouraged that through some particularly devilish means. I didn't know about the term 'gaslighting' at the time, but that was a polite way of putting it. I'd been very proficient at psychological manipulation back then, and my desire for control over her life could have consumed us both. At the end, she'd only had limited contact with her sister, who had been rightly concerned about her but too terrified of me to do anything to stop me. Looking back, I can't blame her. I now believe it was good that I left when I did. I hope she realized the same, though I haven't heard from her since.

Now the road turned left, arcing gradually around a thicker cluster of trees. This walk was turning out to be less relaxing than I'd hoped. The smallest things seemed to be dredging up thoughts and old memories in me, and none of them were painting me in the best light. Being my thoughts, maybe that was the best light I could possibly be presented in. Maybe their memories of me, the version of me still living in their mind, was far worse than I could imagine on this unassuming suburban night. I'd read somewhere that we're all the hero of our own story, and of course the hero never thinks they're the villain. But I'm sure that's what I am in at least a few people's stories. I'm starting to feel like the villain in my own.

Opening up ahead of me is the park, and the wide-open fields I remember so well. This area is less well lit, with streetlamps only illuminating the edges of the grass and allowing the moon to bathe the world in dead white. In reality, this is only sunlight reflected, but from the moon it feels much less like the bright star that gives this planet life. Like Luna itself, it feels cold and impersonal, like it wouldn't actively try to end my life but also wouldn't even notice if I merely faded away into the ether. I'd had some trouble with those thoughts as well over the years, before I got help. And now, rushing back to me, I remember they were also why I lost my best friend.

He and I had been out for the evening, playing some game with a few other friends. The game had ended, and we were walking home together when a car had rushed past us. Neither he nor I were injured, but it had been close and the driver had continued on recklessly. After it rounded the corner, we'd both heard a large thumping sound, followed by the rapidly diminishing roar of its engine. After a quick glance between us we'd rushed around the corner ourselves to see a big yellow dog crumpled up in the drain. Not losing a moment we hurried up to it, but we needn't have rushed. It had most likely died on impact, before we even saw it.

My friend had knelt down next to it to try and save it, even though it was hopeless. He must have known, but it's only natural to want to help another life. At least, it is for me now, and it was for him then. I remember him crouched over the dog, tears in his eyes when he accepted what happened, and then he looked up at me. His tears ebbed and his face froze in fear at what he saw, but he couldn't say anything to me at the time. We walked home in uncomfortable silence after that, and said a short awkward goodbye. Truth be told, that's the last time we spoke to each other in person.

Thinking of the next part, I felt a chill run deep into my core. I remembered now what he told me, over text message later that night. He'd bent over the dog and been so distraught because he knew it. He'd checked the tag to be sure, but it was his neighbor's dog that he'd grown up playing with. I think he'd even muttered its name a couple times, but I'm not sure. But when he looked up at me, he said I had the biggest grin he'd ever seen. The look on my eyes was not maniacal, as some would think, but dead, not present. As if the dog dying had brought out a whole new face in me, as if the lights were on but nobody was home, and yet the lights still wanted to kill you. It had terrified him, and it was all he could do not to sprint from me that moment without looking back. I don't think he ever knew how right he'd been back then, something that took me years to realize and longer to overcome.

I quietly walked to the center of the field, as far from the streetlights as possible, and looked up. The moon provided none of the same dangers as the sun when staring straight at it, and I took a few moments to just gaze at it and let my thoughts sort themselves out. I'd been a monster in my childhood, a terror in my youth, before I found my doctor and we set out on a years-long journey to get me better. Any other time I'd have kept on that dangerous path, ruining some lives and possibly ending others. That had all changed, thanks to my incredible fortune and a lot of hard work, but with the clarity of hindsight I could see just how close to the precipice I'd come. How I'd always be there in the minds of childhood mates and adolescent connections. And this was just what I could remember now. There was no way for me to know how many other monstrous versions of me still lived in any number of former classmates.

In the corner of my eye, I saw another twitch in the shadows. Jerking my head down, I followed the motion to the foot of the trees, the darkest spot on the field. This time there was no mistake; there was definitely an object moving there, slowly but surely. My heartbeat shot up and my throat swelled as I bent my knees and got into a defensive posture. The object lumbered forward, moving without haste but with purpose. When it came into the light, I was surprised to see a little boy with a scratched-up shirt and messy brown hair. Standing up in confusion, I was certain I'd seen him somewhere before. Step by step, I focused on every detail I could make out in the gloom, before it hit me like the car that last night walking home.

That boy was dressed, to the letter, the exact same way I had on picture day in third grade. My hair had been an untamable brown mess, and even the cheap novelty watch was the same. I was more perplexed than anything now, as I couldn't understand for the life of me what a kid was doing in that field, at midnight, wearing clothes that weren't even made any more. That was until he spoke, and his voice froze my blood in its veins.

It was like whispers, floating around my head, and several voices all at once and all taking turns being the loudest. They were all his, but not really. His mouth had opened and his lips were framing the syllables, but it was my voice from so many years ago repeating every taunt, every tease, every foul nickname I'd ever given that scrawny boy who shared a bus stop with me. Who'd cried, not once or twice, but dozens of times. Who'd gone home often with scrapes and tears in his clothes personally inflicted by myself. I had terrorized him for years of his early life, and what I saw before me must be what I forever lived as in his memory.

But if that were true, then this kid in front of me couldn't be real. I had to be hallucinating again, I must have been more exhausted than I'd allowed myself to feel. He sure looked real, though, and his footsteps were matting the grass in a way I didn't trust my mind to make up. But the ghostly, strangled voices of my younger self crashing in waves into my ears gave the entire scene a surreal feeling, making the hair on the back of my neck stick up like electricity. I couldn't bring myself to step away, and I sure as hell wasn't going to walk forward to meet him. It. Whatever it was I was seeing, real or not.

Only a few meters away, he stopped moving. Swallowing bile, I could do little more than watch him as the voices continued to echo in my ears, unchanged by his distance all this time. Then I spotted another motion far off to my right, and then a third to my left. Glancing quickly between them, I determined that they were both noticeably older than the child before me, one by a few more years than the other. They too walked slowly towards me, bringing their own voices to the forefront. Despite the dozens of voices I now thought I was hearing, every word registered clearly in my mind. One was speaking about my old best friend and the dog, the other repeated every lie I ever told my ex-girlfriend before leaving. As if their mere presence in my eyes were not enough, hearing my old, hateful words repeated to me in my own voice almost made me vomit with fear and disgust.

They too, stopped approaching me at the same distance as the child. As they did, dozens more similar hallucinations emerged from the trees and surrounding neighborhood, all carrying their own chorus of hate and venom and bringing back new, abhorrent memories of my youth. Terrorizing a girl in my 4th grade class. Catching squirrels in my early teens and setting them on fire, then getting caught myself. Giving that kindergartner a major concussion on a dare, after my best friend had ceased speaking to me. Even one similar in age to myself now, though he brought words of loss and failure, and of betrayal to my parents. That must have been right before my breakthrough, with the doctor and an early test version of my current prescription. I was better now. I had to be. But why was I seeing all of this, all of these versions of me locked in the minds of everyone who I'd left behind in my life? My trail of destruction?

They had all stopped walking now, forming a tight semicircle around me. The voices still buzzed in my ears, but slowly they faded to an indistinguishable babble. I tried to speak, but my throat had caught a bubble, so I gulped fruitlessly and closed my mount again. The thoughts racing through my mind had no similar handicap, as my mind shouted repeatedly the same things. Who are you all? Why is this happening? What are you doing to me?

The version of me who gaslit my girl took a couple steps forward, as if presenting himself as the leader. I had no time to process what this might mean before he spoke, in a much clearer form than any of these hallucinations had yet. "We are you. We are you that you left behind, trapped in the minds of those you hurt, frozen in time from the moment you left us years or decades ago. We have had no life to live, no chance to grow and thrive, no possibility to leave the prisons of mind which you left us in, being tortured again and again by those you tortured without remorse and without recompense. We cannot sit by from behind our bars as you continue to enjoy the life you stole from us all."

"I didn't know I was doing this!" I cried, finally able to break the blockade in my throat. "I was a monster, I know that well now, and I've spent years trying to recover from the damage I've done!" I felt foolish, yelling out into the night at visions only visible to myself. 'All this work, all this progress,' I cried to myself. 'This will set me back months if not more, and I can only hope my medication doesn't fail like I have.'

The same me looked down at the ground and shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry, but you must know how little that matters to us. You've lived a life of freedom from any repercussions and locked us away to suffer in your place. You've flaunted that fact with your precious medical tools and until tonight, hadn't even remembered us or what you did to torture and imprison us. We are here now for the life that you stole from us, to end the torture you sentenced us to and walked away from yourself unscathed." He took another step forward, his face growing menacing.

"I don't know what that means," I cried, shaking my head as the tears started to drop. This was starting to feel all too real, and fear was expanding like a balloon deep into my core. "I don't know what any of this means. What do you want from me!?"

Another step. "We want your life," the gaslighter said mirthlessly. "We all want your life, the life wrongly denied us time and time again. And you will learn what it means to be ripped apart and put back together, over and over again. Tortured yourself for what you did to so many people in your life. You gave us to them to burn, to break, to grind down into dust and be restored only to do it all over tomorrow. You tortured them, and then you gave them us to work their revenge on, day after day with no hope of an end. And the most unforgivable of all was giving the youngest of you away to feel this pain the longest. Over two decades have the youngest of us been taken to pieces, shattered in mind and body and soul for your carelessness and your fleeting experiments in sociopathy. This will end tonight."

I could say nothing, the terror burning white on my face. If this was a hallucination, it was the worst one I'd ever had and I had no idea how I'd survive it. It was far too realistic, far too deadly for me to think of anything else, any of the tricks and tools my doctor had given me. What had happened to cause this? I swear I never missed a day on my prescription, and these memories... Where had they all been before? Why had I not been able to recover them and work through them with my doctor? Were they even real? Was this me, standing only a meter away now, real? Or was he only real in my mind, and if he wanted to hurt me would that distinction make a difference? I reached out my hand, reaching toward his arm slack against his torso...

And he reached out and took my wrist like a vice. Ice cold and unflinching, he held my arm up in front of me and closed the gap between us imperceptibly fast. "You may have many regrets. I have only one," he said in a low, bloodthirsty voice. "While there are dozens of us gathered here, dozens you sentenced to eternal damnation without a second thought, only one of us may live this life. I may not be the youngest of your victims, I may not give you the longest time in the torture you gave us, but I intend to fight with everything you have put me through these long years. Your life is mine."

As he growled in my face, a white-hot streak of terror shot through me and I pushed him back with almost reflexive strength. He staggered, rebalanced, then looked at me with cannibalistic hunger in his eyes. He panted twice, then screamed and lunged at my neck. With adrenaline now coursing through me, I turned and sprinted away from the gathering, hearing the pounding of footsteps deep in my brain. He had grabbed my arm. I glanced at it as I reached the sidewalk and saw a chalk white handprint etched into my grayish skin. The urge to vomit came back, but I managed to fight it down as I kept up a faster pace than I'd ever run before. The swarm of my past, tortured selves was hot on my heels, like starved dogs following fresh game. Any loss in my speed and I'd be eaten alive, or worse. I truly did not know what would happen if they caught me, and my mind was too far gone to even entertain the idea of hallucinations any more.

I rounded the next curve and thought the sound of the pack was a little quieter than before. It still sounded like pure rage and bloodlust, but with fewer voices than before. Thinking it was only a few stragglers being blocked by the trees, I kept up the fastest pace I could, not even feeling my feet hit the ground. Another hundred meters of straightaway and it was definitely growing less loud with each step. The roar was diminishing, no trees to hide the sound now, but it was still a roar. By now a cramp had begun to grow in my stomach, and no matter what I did I felt myself losing speed. Every few steps I could burst forward faster again, but I couldn't maintain the same rocket pace as before. To my ears, though, as my speed gradually fell, so did the volume of my pursuers. By the time I got to the intersection, it only sounded like a couple of me were still hunting, and I could count their individual footsteps. It was at this time I chanced a look behind, just to know what was still coming.

Right on my neck was him, the gaslighter. He grinned at me, his face less than a meter away. I felt that same shock explode throughout my body and I shot forward, faster than before if possible, fully terrified again now that I knew he and he alone was here for me. I kept running and running, past houses, lanes, and bushes. Still no signs of life from any houses, no cars rumbling down the road or creaking into place in a driveway. The night was as empty and uncaring as before, and only myself and the predator I had been broke the gentle midnight breeze. My legs thundered on, screaming in pain in their own way, but I didn't stop or look back again until I'd reached my family's old house a few blocks down.

Now truly running on empty, I turned back to face my hunter, but he was gone. Disappeared. Evaporated into the night, nowhere to be seen. The moon still hung high, reflecting some small percentage of sunlight down to me, and the streetlamps bathed the road and yards in amber light. He wasn't hiding from me, he hadn't overtaken me. There was no shortcut to the house, it was a straight shot from the park. He was simply gone, faded back into the night from which he'd come without a trace. If he'd ever really been there at all, and not merely a hallucination from exhaustion or medication or... I didn't even know any more. I just knew that he was gone, just gone, just gone.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voice called out to me. I jumped, but only in surprise. It was a familiar voice, but not familiar like my own. It sounded like my dad, and I heard large, calm footsteps walk toward me from our front door.

"Yeah," I said, although it was little more than a whisper. I buckled over, fell to my hands and knees, and felt the cramps and burning in my lungs catch up to me as the adrenaline faded away. I felt like vomiting, for the third time that night, but this time it was easier to fight the urge than before. I got some deep breaths in as I panted on the ground, slowly but surely recovering from my insane dash moments before.

My dad walked up in front of me, wearing the same well-worn brown leather shoes he'd owned since before I left. I didn't want to worry him about this night, and what I thought I saw in the park. Not when my recovery was going so well. Not when a lapse like this would mean months of work just to get back to where I was only an hour ago. "I'm okay dad, I just went for a walk. Then I saw how late it was and tried to get back as fast as I could. I guess I'm not the athlete I used to be, eh?" I tried to lift my head up to give him a weak smile, but still couldn't raise it much higher than his waist

He chuckled softly, and sounded a little strange. Still sleepy maybe, I guess I woke him up coming back here, and maybe I was screaming too. I don't know any more, I don't know what was real any more. But he knelt down in front of me after I dropped my head again, still exhausted, and said, "That's okay sport, I think we both know your real talents weren't on the field. I learned that lesson very well over the past six years."

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

~ A V X Reader set in an Alternate Universe wherein you finally go out on a date with the poet (!) 👌👍👍

~ Ever heard of the song, "Too much fluff can kill you" ? No? Okay. 😂

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~ You know the chant, guys and gals: LET'S DO THIS! 🖤

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XIII

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"I'm going out." Dante told you a few minutes later after preparing for his next gig. "Hey, you sure you're not coming?"

You looked up from Dante's small television and shook your head.

He gave you a look of utter disappointment. "And you're supposed to be my partner."

"I just don't feel like it, sorry." You muttered monotonously, taking your eyes back to the screen.

The man clicked his tongue. "You'll regret watching that. Titanic's gonna make you cry." He warned.

"Don't care."

Dante shook his head. "Whatever."

After his initial failure of making you join the Devil Hunt, the man got out of the building, fully prepared to take on his mission. He stretched and inhaled, letting the polluted air of the city enter his lungs, and finally stepped out.

"Okay, sunshine!" He said good - naturedly, refusing to get carried away by the negative vibes you just sent him. "Let's do this - !"

But, before he could even go further away from the building, the door opened abruptly and violently. Dante turned around in surprise as you came out with nothing but your pale pink wool sweaters, alpaca jammies, and a pair of bunny slippers.

"What the hell, (Y/N)?!"

"Stay here." You grumpily told Dante as you shoved him away and took a few steps forward, away from the building.

"What are you - ?!"

"I said STAY!"

Dante didn't say anything else as you walked away from him.

Cautiously, you took little steps towards the road, wary of your surroundings,...

... waiting for it to happen -

All of a sudden, the spot in the ground where you stood suddenly caught on fire, engulfing your body with the flaming vortex that seemed to come to life.

"(Y/N)!" Dante called but, he was too late. He saw how your clothes turn to ash, your hair disintegrate, your flesh -

The flame vortex instantly vanished as a seven - foot tall creature made entirely of light appeared in its center, absorbing the flames with a sweep of its long arms. The people around it screamed and scrambled away in fear as it made its way towards the other side of the city, seemingly in search for the source of the magic that caused the flame in the first place.

With wide, shocked eyes, Dante followed the light.

Almost an hour of searching led him to the place where he was supposed to exterminate a large group of flame - wielding Demons,...

... except that there were no Demons left in that abandoned area. He looked around, found no one, and then, he heard it.

"Dante!"

"(Y/N)?" The man answered. " (Y/N)! Where are you?!"

"Right here!"

He followed your voice until it led him to a spot of grass where he saw you sitting on it with your back turned away from him.

"(Y/N), what happened to you?" Dante carefully asked you as he looked at your bare back. He was totally confused, and who could blame him? He just saw you turn into that strange light - like being. He also realized that you just fought all the Demons, yourself, and now, you're here, sitting on a patch of grass, completely naked, with only your long hair protecting your modesty.

"Don't ask." You answered him with a light turn of your head. "Just,... can I borrow your coat?"

"Right." The Devil Hunter simply said, still confused of everything that just happened.

But, you're not having any of his doubts.

"Come on, Dante! I have to finish Titanic!"

"Alright! Alright! Sheesh,..."

The man removed his maroon leather coat, went closer towards you, and draped the thing over you. He waited as you made yourself decent, and when you finally stood and faced him, his eyes widened.

He was so sure he saw you burn. But, you looked as if nothing even happened to you, not even a tiny scratch.

He realized you can't look at him properly due to your current state, so he had no choice but to walk after you.

But, then, you suddenly collapsed.

He caught you just in time before you hit the ground. And that's when he caught something else - your scent - for the very first time since meeting you.

To Dante, you smelled like a finely aged wine.

The very addictive kind,...

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"In fact, I' am the villain of your story."

"Useless."

"You are just a weak human who relies on others for survival."

"Imbecile."

"Still can't tell him?"

"No. He doesn't have to know."

"Why does the sun go on shining?

Why does the sea rush to shore?

Don't they know it's the end of the world?

'Cause you don't love me anymore."

You slowly opened your eyes, letting your sight adjust to the bright morning light. You could barely hear the melody that was being played on the radio, and you were very sure that you just had a dream that resembled that song, you just couldn't remember what exactly.

"Why do the birds go on singing?

Why do the stars glow above?

Don't they know it's the end of the world?

It ended when I lost your love."

You carefully sat up, feeling stiff all over, then noticed the broken mask on the table shift a little.

You closed your eyes and rubbed them as hard as you could. And when you opened them once more, you saw how the liquid from the mug on the table come to life as it made its way towards the Demon mask.

"I wake up in the morning and I wonder

Why everything's the same as it was.

I can't understand, no, I can't understand

How life goes on the way it does."

Your eyes narrowed, your eyebrows furrowed, you carefully picked up the magazine on the table, idly ignoring its lewd contents, and rolled it up like a newspaper. You stood up, watching the porcelain mask as it actually controlled the water to make it merge with it, the curious little thing. You raised the rolled - up magazine, swiftly brought it down, and missed it as it hovered above the table, seemingly making fun of your inaccuracy.

"Oh, no you don't!" You exclaimed as you hit at it again and again, your efforts fruitless as it dodged every attack you made.

"Why does my heart go on beating?

Why do these eyes of mine cry?

Don't they know it's the end of the world?

It ended when you said goodbye."

The sight that greeted V that bright, sunny morning as he entered the van both confused and amazed him, for there, with nothing but a rolled - up magazine, was you, trying to swat an insect, or something ,...

Now, if it weren't for that adorable, yet angry look on your face, he would never notice what was actually happening.

"It's still alive!" You yelled as you smacked the mask and failed once more.

Hiding a smile, V went forward, playfully twirling the cane on his right hand, and faced the Demon. He looked down on it, aiming his metal cane at it, and pierced it, crushing its one good sapphire eye and finally putting an end to it once and for all.

"I should have,..." V began, his cane still pierced through the mask. "... done that much earlier."

"Agree."

There was a moment of silence as you two looked into each others' eyes. The place felt peaceful, the environment, calm. Neither was saying any word and neither was looking at anything else.

The moment was perfect, the feeling, mutual,...

"Hooee! What a night!" Nico screeched as she slid the door of the van open, dropping a huge rucksack on the floor in front of you and ruining the moment for both you and V. She collapsed on the sofa, clueless as to what she had just disrupted, and crossed her legs. She looked up in confusion as she saw you and V staring at her with wide eyes and open mouths. "What're ya starin' at? Walked in on ya doin' somethin' weird or - ?"

"You just did!" Nero, who just entered the vehicle, answered for her and sat on the sofa across her. "Stupid."

Nico only shrugged her shoulders and opened the rucksack on the floor like nothing happened. You sat beside her, watching her as she picked out some clothes from the rucksack.

"Here, these are for you!" Nico said as she handed you a week - long set of clothes, including some blouses, skirts, shorts, a pair of boots, and even an oversized pale pink parka made entirely of wool - like fabric.

"Thank you so much!" You said, eyes shining in delight as you received the clothes, particularly the parka, from your friend.

"Yeah, I know your taste, hon." Nico said, smiling from ear to ear as she made one last dive into the rucksack to retrieve some more items.

V took his cane off the Demon mask, leaving it on the table, and retreated towards the corner of the van where he could easily see you without getting noticed. He took out his book, pretended he was reading, and waited as the mouthy woman gave you one last item from the rucksack, which was a pair of black lace lingerie. He couldn't help but smile as he saw you blush and snatch the undergarment away from Nico's hand. He hastily focused his eyes on the pages of Blake as you passed him, quickly making your way towards the shower room to change.

"Why did you get too many clothes for her?" Nero questioned Nico as he leaned comfortably on the sofa.

"None of your business." Nico simply said, mirroring Nero's gestures. She faced V and spoke to him. "How are things here last night? Hope ya didn't get attacked by Demons again."

"Everything was just fine." V simply answered, deciding to leave behind the part wherein he spoke with the Fleminger House Master.

"Good. Because, we'll all be getting our hands full as of today." Nico said as she watched you come out of the shower room fully decent and prepared. She also didn't miss how V's eyes automatically locked on your petite form as you sat next to her. She smiled and stretched her arms. "Okay, listen up! Since everybody's here, I want your focus on this.

"The rest of the Devil Hunters who survived the attack last night have already taken their own place on each part of the city to kill any Demon they would come into contact with."

"Dante and his team have already taken the north, and that stupid son of a bitch wouldn't even let us see what's going on there." Nero angrily mentioned as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Why would he do that?" You carefully asked him.

"Beats me. Maybe he just wants the, uh, the Shin - " Nero stuttered. "Shinani, ah,... "

"Sorry, what's that?"

"ShiShi!" Nico answered.

"Oh, yeah, that." Nero agreed. "He wants that ShiShi thing all by himself. Damnit, who came up with that stupid ass name?!"

"Pardon my ignorance but,... " V interjected, curiosity and mild amusement getting the better of him. "... what is this, ah,... ShiShi,... you're talking about?"

"Shinano Musashi!" Nico announced. "That's the name that they gave that Dreadnought - class Demon. And don't make me say that tongue twister again! It stays ShiShi on my watch! Plus, it's cuter."

"Whatever!" Nero retorted. "We'll just have to take turns patrolling the streets from the afternoon up until dawn and make sure that no Demon escapes from us. We'll be doing that same routine for a week. That's the order from the Military and the Fleminger Head."

"A week?" You questioned as you put your long hair up in a ponytail. "Why patrol for that long?"

"It's the estimated time of Shishi's arrival." Nico told her.

"The fifteenth,... of June?" V asked.

Nico pointed two fingers at V as confirmation. "Until then, we're gonna have to make ourselves at home right here. It's a bit safer here than out there, believe me. And it's best to conserve our strength for when that Dreadnought arrives."

"By saying that we'll have to take turns patrolling the vicinity for strength preservation,..." V said, leaving his solitary spot on the corner and walking closer towards his companions. "... do you mean to say that it is our turn now?"

"Right." Nico answered as she nodded knowingly, a huge smile plastered on her freckled face.

A few hours later, after having a decent - ish kind of breakfast with your new companions, you found yourself walking on the deserted streets of Red Grave with none other than the mysterious man, himself, together with two of his familiars.

Along the way, you passed some men in uniform, other stronger - looking Hunters who only sneered at you, and some officials who questioned your presence in the supposedly deserted city.

"No, we are not here for a date." V denied for the third time that day upon being questioned. "Yes, we are Devil Hunters, and we have proof."

And for the third time, you walked away from the officials, feeling hot in the cheeks. Everyone seemed to think that you and V were lovers, when your true intention was only to join in the patrol and Demon hunt.

You walked ahead of the man and his familiars, trying to keep your cool for you were aware that your face was entirely red. You slightly slapped your cheeks with both hands and inhaled deeply. Yes, you were anything but lovers. No reason to get flustered about it,...

... until the events that took place in the balcony and the pool came back to your head,...

You face palmed, unable to believe your over active imagination.

"Hey, what's wrong with ya, sweet pea?" Griffon, who just flew towards you without you noticing, asked you, concerned after seeing you hurt yourself.

"Oh, it's nothing." You smiled at him. "There's nothing to worry about."

"Hey, ya look like ya have a fever!" Griffon turned towards V and called the poet's attention. "Shakespeare, sweet pea's not feelin' well - !"

"I told you, I'm fine!"

"Is that so?" V said, walking towards you and putting a hand on your already red forehead. "Hmm. You are feverish. Would you like to go back?"

You stepped slightly away from the man, feeling your body's temperature going up and your heartbeat going faster at the man's mere touch.

"I'm fine. Don't mind me, please."

You looked away from your concerned companions, trying to find some sort of escape, until your eyes landed on Red Grave's most popular theatre house.

Your eyes widened with wonder as you went closer towards the building, reading the announcement board with loving eyes.

"Oh, what now, sweet pea?" Griffon asked, following you towards the building.

V saw your reaction towards the place and immediately followed, intrigued by this new side you were showing.

"LaLaLand." You exclaimed breathlessly as you pointed at the theatre board. "I forgot! Today's supposed to be the day that they're gonna have a rerun of LaLaLand!"

"LaLaLand? What's that?" The demonic bird, being totally clueless of the modern world's trends, innocently asked.

"Only the most critically acclaimed musical of last year!" You happily explained, putting your hands on your pockets. "And I even bought tickets. Turns out I'll never be able to use them."

"Tickets." V said. "Do you,... intend on seeing it with someone?"

"Yes, with my friend, Patty."

All of a sudden, an idea came into your mind. Forgetting the embarrassing conversation that took place earlier, you went towards V with an innocent smile on your lips and looked up at him with bright eyes.

"Do you know Titanic, V?" You asked the man.

"I,... " V began but, then, realized that he didn't know what you were talking about. "No."

You were actually surprised by his answer. Who knew he was one of those very few people who didn't know about the infamous Jack and Rose's love story?

"Really?" You said in disbelief, then decided to change the movie. "How about Moulin Rouge?"

"No."

Hmm! Not even a classic! Something modern, perhaps? "The Fault In Our Stars?"

"No."

What in the - ?! "The Time Traveler's Wife?"

V sighed in both annoyance and disappointment. As much as he wanted to answer your questions, he really had no idea what's going on in the modern world.

He was stuck too long in the Underworld. For Heaven's sake, how could he know such things as those?!

"I'm sorry, no." He simply said.

You crossed your arms, unable to believe that a poor, innocent man such as V still existed in today's society.

"Have you seen Hachiko?" Okay, no one could resist dogs, or Akitas, that I know for sure,...

To your delight, V's eyes actually widened as he remembered something very fond, he just couldn't pinpoint what exactly.

"That,..." he said, feeling proud for once that he had an answer to at least one of your questions. "... I've actually heard of."

"Wow, I knew it!" You cheerfully said, clapping your hands in happiness. "I knew no one could resist good puppers."

"Hey, what about birds?" Griffon interjected as he flew closer towards the two of you, wanting to join in the conversation. "We're good too, ya know?"

"I know you are a good bird, Griffon." You told him with a huge smile. It's true. He was a really good and brave bird, and he helped V save you last night.

"Ohoho! Say that to me again sweet pea, please?"

"You are such a good bird, Griffon. A very brave and good bird."

"Woohoo! Ya heard that, Shakespeare?! I'm a good bird!"

V grinned as he watched his familiar fly excitedly over Shadow, bashfully telling the feline that at least one person in the world thought he's good.

As you watched how V's familiars interact with each other, something tugged at your consciousness regarding their master. You looked back at V, noticed how he never took his eyes off you, and spoke.

"May I tell you something, V?"

"Don't hold back."

"I think you should, ah, how to say this,... " you stuttered as you searched for the right words to say that would not offend the poet. You were so afraid of saying something that might put him off or make him think badly of you. You inhaled and bravely went on. "V, I think you should go see the world for yourself."

The man chuckled. "I had a,... fair share of sojourns with my companions here. Thank you so much."

"Ah, of course, you have! Oh, silly me." You said, embarrassed of what you just told him. "I mean, I think it would also be best if you, ah, enjoy life, even for once."

"And what does the Lady mean by her words?" V gently asked, taking note of your flustered state. He immediately sensed that you were being very careful with him.

"I think, you should go see some movies. Drama, action, comedy, whichever genre you like. And eat lots of popcorn or candy bars. Go to the carnival and play silly games, win the stuffed tiger, or whatever. Go have a picnic someplace with lots of grass and sheep, eat lots of food. Go fishing and catch a boot, or something like that. Ah, you get the point."

"I see. Well, have you done those things, yourself, my Lady?"

"Well, I,... " you hesitated for a while, then went on. "I was travelling for ten years in search of,... something."

"Then, have you seen lots of movies?"

"Kind of?"

"Did your stomach hurt after eating lots of popcorn and candy bars?"

"Yes. Actually, yes."

"Did you win the stuff tiger at the carnival?"

"No. I have a really bad aim."

"And have you caught a boot, my Lady?"

You laughed, actually surprised at V's sense of humor. "I haven't gone fishing with anyone."

V smiled, went closer towards you until he was mere inches away from you, and spoke.

"To see a world in a grain of sand and a Heaven in a wild flower, hold Infinity in the palm of your hand and Eternity in an hour.

"I long to see such things as those you have probably seen. I want to experience everything and I wish to see them with my own eyes. See for myself what these poems of mine describe." V confessed, effectively distracting your attention away from everything else other than him. "But, the idea of doing those things alone,... do not please me, at all."

"But, with a companion?"

V smiled, the depth in his green eyes putting you under some kind of trance.

"Would I be selfish if I ask you to accompany me, little wanderer?"

"No. I would gladly come." You, being put into said trance, answered without a moment's hesitation. And when you noticed the huge and smug smile on V's lips, you could not help but feel even more embarrassed than ever before.

And what's even more surprising was the fact that his face was only mere inches away from yours!

Is this it?! Is it finally happening?! You frantically thought as he leaned in closer towards you,...

However, as perfect as the moment went, you could not help but be utterly disappointed as the skies decided to conspire against you and V, pouring out the rain that instantly drenched all of you.

"Gah! I'm soaking here!" Griffon squawked as he went back to V.

"Let's go that place!" V suggested, pointing at an open building right across the two of you.

***

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P.S.: We finally have a name for the Dreadnought! Shinano Musashi, or as Nico refered to it - ShiShi! But, did you know that Shinano and Musashi are two actual separate Yamato - class Dreadnoughts of the Japanese?

Yeah, the more you know. 👌👍👍

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#devil may cry 5 #v #i see my future before me #v x reader #v x you #end of the world #skeeter davis #devil may cry nico #devil may cry nero #chapter the 13th 😂#griffon best birb #shadow best girl

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For those softer world writing prompts, if either interests you I'd love to see spideytorch #2 or dick x anyone #6. I love your writing!

prompt me!

ty for the prompts, they were both such good ones!! in the spirit of the exercise, this drabble is exceedingly Extra and sparingly edited. pls enjoy

#2. “at my worst, i worry you’ll realize you deserve better. at my best, i worry you won’t. (i’ve never been better.)”

Johnny is flipping through his Netflix queue when the doorbell rings, trying to decide between starting a movie or watching all of Parks & Rec again. He jumps off Peter’s lumpy couch and hurries across the living room, grabbing his wallet off the coffee table as he goes. “Finally,” he mutters, as he undoes the latches on the door. “You know, technically this pizza should be free since it took you way longer than thirty minutes to–”

He freezes. Mary Jane Watson is standing in the hall, worrying at the ends of her scarf. They blink at each other for a moment. Johnny opens his mouth, then closes it again. “You’re…not Domino’s.”

Mary Jane’s lips twitch. “No. Sorry.” She coughs. “Is Peter home?”

Johnny’s throat goes dry. Of course she’s here for Peter, at Peter’s apartment. “No, sorry, he went out to pick up beer.”

“Oh,” Mary Jane says.

Johnny abruptly remembers his manners and hastily steps aside. “Shit, sorry, you can come in and wait for him until–”

“No, no.” Mary Jane’s eyes flick from the dimmed living room lights to the chocolate lava cakes Johnny just pulled out of the oven, cooling on the countertop. “I don’t want to bother you guys. I just…” Her fingers twist together. “Can you tell him I stopped by?”

Something condenses in Johnny’s stomach, cold and hard. “Of course,” he says. His mouth feels numb.

“Thanks.” Mary Jane flashes him a smile. Even as small as it is, it’s radiant. It’s so easy to see why Peter loved her so much. “Have a good night, Johnny.”

Johnny lifts a hand. “Bye, MJ.”

—

“Get on your feet…get up and make it happen…”

Peter laughs so hard he doubles over. One of his hands lands on Johnny’s thigh, rough and warm through the thin fabric of Johnny’s sweatpants. “Oh god,” he wheezes, swiping at his eyes with his other hand. “Am I still a badass if I just peed myself a little?”

Johnny scoffs and kicks at him. “You implying you were ever a badass is laughable at best.”

Peter grins at him, big brown eyes crinkling in the light of the television. Johnny’s heart leaps and twists in his chest, the traitor. The smile fades a little from Peter’s mouth. “What’s up?” he asks. His voice is soft, the way it gets whenever he thinks Johnny is upset. Johnny hates and loves him for it at the same time. “You usually roll on the floor for this episode.”

Johnny swallows, eyes fixed on the screen. He knots his fingers in the bottom of his sweatshirt. It’s Peter’s, from his ESU days; he always wears it whenever he spends the night at Peter’s apartment. It’s worn and soft, a little broad across the shoulders, and carries the comfortingly chalky smell of web fluid. Just like Peter. “Have you…have you told your friends about us?”

The “us” is still new—not the two of them together, because that’s been going strong for thirteen years, but…the two of them, together. Sometimes it feels like nothing’s changed, and Peter is still Johnny’s best friend, who drives him up the wall, and is the bravest person he knows. Other times, it feels like nothing will ever be the same, and if Johnny breathes wrong, it’ll all shatter at his feet.

Peter frowns, sitting up. His hand leaves Johnny’s thigh; Johnny misses the warmth. “I—I haven’t, no,” he says; then, quickly, “Not that I don’t want to. It’s just…I mean, this, us, it’s so new, right? And MJ and Flash know about me, but Harry still thinks it’s weird we even know each other, so I…” He trails off, brow furrowing. His mouth twists in that kind of half-concerned, half-confused way that always makes Johnny want to kiss him. “Do you—I mean, do you want me to? Tell them?”

Johnny looks at him: Hair tousled, creases under his eyes, sprawled half on the couch and half on Johnny’s lap because he’s never been able to keep his limbs to himself. Johnny loves him so much his insides ache with it. “No,” he says. It comes out almost in a whisper. “No, I—it’s okay.” He turns back to the TV. “Oh, I love this episode. It’s got Paul Rudd in it.”

Johnny watches the episode, and Peter watches Johnny, the frown lingering on his face.

—-

Johnny has always known that Peter was touchy—having Peter pressed up against him so often during their teenage years made puberty very interesting—but Peter in bed is another thing altogether. It’s four in the morning, half of the sheets have been kicked to the floor, and Peter is sprawled over Johnny like an octopus with boundary issues, one arm thrown over Johnny’s waist, his knees knocking into Peter’s legs. Normally Johnny loves it—there’ll never be any part of him that doesn’t like being touched by Peter Parker—but right now, combined with the weight that’s been sitting on his chest all evening, he feels like he can’t breathe.

Peter stirs and groans, nosing forward blindly in the dark until his lips meet Johnny’s neck. “Hey,” he mumbles, raspy and muffled. Johnny’s chest swells with so much affection it’s a little embarrassing. He can just imagine Ben now, sniping at him for being whipped. “Y’re thinking too loud. Iss keeping me up.”

“Sorry,” Johnny whispers.

Peter sits up. His hair is sticking up about ten different directions, and his eyes are heavy with sleep. He touches his fingers to Johnny’s cheek. “Babe,” he says. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Johnny swallows. He sits up, too, curling his knees to his chest. “Mary Jane stopped by today.”

Peter blinks, rapidly, awake in an instant. “What? When?”

“When you were out getting beer,” Johnny said. “She asked me to tell you she’d come to see you.”

“Shit,” Peter says. He fumbles for his phone where it’s plugged in on his nightstand. “Why did you wait so long to say something? Fuck, I hope nothing’s wrong—the last time MJ asked for my help, some creep was stalking her and sending her all these really explicit Photoshops…”

Peter trails off. Johnny stares at his knees, shoulders up around his ears. “Johnny,” Peter says. “Why did you wait so long to say something?”

Johnny swallows around the knot in his throat. God, he’s such a piece of shit. What if something really is wrong, and Mary Jane does need Peter’s help? And he just let her walk away without so much as a No, really, come inside, Peter will be back any minute. He opens his mouth, ready to blurt out some subpar excuse that will only make him seem like even more of an asshole—only what comes out instead, because he is actually the biggest dipshit on earth, is, “What if she wants to get back together with you?”

Johnny freezes. Peter freezes. An excruciating moment of silence stretches between them. Christ almighty, says the Ben inside Johnny’s head. Ya really know howta stick yer foot in it, don’t you, Storm?

“I—” Peter’s mouth is open, eyes wide. “Is that what she said?”

The words go through Johnny like a bullet. He wrenches himself away from Peter’s side and fumbles for his discarded jeans on the floor, eyes burning. “Wait!” Peter groans, loud, even as he dives forward and latches onto Johnny’s wrist. “Torch. Stop. That’s not what I meant—”

“It’s fine,” Johnny snaps back, thick. He tries to yank his hand out of Peter’s grip, but Peter’s strength makes it so that unless he’s actively thinking about letting Johnny go, Johnny doesn’t stand a chance. Right now giving Johnny the leeway to run for his life doesn’t seem to be top among Peter’s priorities, so Johnny stays put, anchored to Peter’s bed. “I just—I should go—”

“Johnny. Don’t be an idiot.” Peter tugs, guiding Johnny back onto the bed. He hooks his hands around Johnny’s thighs and hauls him closer, then looks Johnny in the eyes, all fierce earnestness. “I only asked because I could never imagine that actually happening, okay? Because MJ would never. And even if she wanted to, it’s not a conversation we would be having, because, well.” He lifts a hand and curls it around the back of Johnny’s neck, gaze dropping to Johnny’s lips. “I’m kind of taken with someone else at the moment, unfortunately.”

The tight line of Johnny’s mouth cracks, just a little. “‘Unfortunately’?”

Peter rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well, he’s kind of an idiot, but he’s crazy hot, so. Worth it.”

Johnny grins, then, and lets Peter guide their foreheads together. He breathes out, shaky and low. “Sorry.”

“Hey, don’t.” Peter’s thumb rubs circles in the nape of his neck. “Can I pick your brain, though? Why did you ask me that? I thought we were—I mean, I thought this was going well.”

Johnny closes his eyes. “It is,” he says. “It’s just…” He sucks in a breath. Here goes. “Sometimes, I—I worry you’ll realize you deserve better than me.”

This time, the silence stretches on for so long that Johnny cracks an eye open. Peter is staring at him with something akin to horror. Johnny’s stomach plummets. “Sorry,” he groans. “I know it’s stupid—”

Peter’s grip on him tightens, suddenly enough to make Johnny yelp a little. “Johnny, listen to me,” he says, so much more serious than Johnny is used to hearing him. “I don’t deserve better than you, because that doesn’t exist, okay? You’re as good as it gets, baby. I don’t even know how I got here. Maybe god or whoever is rewarding me for getting thrown through like, ten million buildings since I was fifteen, and I’ll take it, you know? The CTE I’ll eventually have to look forward to is definitely worth having the hottest, bravest, stupidest hero in New York as my—”

“Okay, stop,” Johnny laughs. Peter’s eyes crinkle, victorious. “You’re so bad at this. How have you dated like, five supermodels?”

“Charming good looks and pure dumb luck, baby,” Peter coos. He wraps his arms around Johnny until they’re pretty much just hugging on top of the covers, and Johnny’s sure they look like a pair of complete morons, but he’s never felt lighter in his life. “You know that I really, really, really like you, right, Sparky?”

Johnny smiles into Peter’s neck. “You’re alright, I guess.”

Peter laughs. “Are you going to freak out again if I call MJ back?”

Johnny pushes at Peter’s chest. Peter lets him, falling back against the pillows with a huff, and Johnny swings his legs over to straddle Peter’s hips. “I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me.”

Peter waggles his eyebrows as he slides his palms around Johnny’s waist. “I think I can live with that.”

#me reading this over: this is....a lot. too much in fact #ty for prompting and indulging me!!#spideytorch #peter parker #johnny storm #fic tag #this was v fun #Anonymous

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