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Top male reader X Stolas the Goetic Prince of Hell

Helluva Boss fan fiction contains angst, smut, violence and many many many fluff for my little cute hoppy owlet.

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"Wonderful, also son you were destined to have a precautionary heir to the goetia family so, you're now engaged. Congratulations! Isn't she charming?"

Living as a member of the royal family of the Ars of Goetia is quite the pressure but happy and fun too with the unlimited knowledge in stored by the father of the family and the spacious palace given lots of places to explore and entertainment to be build. As a bookworm, M/N just love the pure knowledge he could learn from the library. Books being reorganised as new ones replaced the old ones meaning more to read. As he grew up, he is being bullied by his brothers and sisters because of not socializing much but he never cared unless someone dirtied his favourite book or lie to him because they want to benefit by being his friend.

There was one time when it gone too far when his favourite book got snatched from him and stomped to the ground, red covered his mind and before he even realise his sharp nails are at his mean brother's neck and the others are bleeding out cold. He got stopped by F/N who didn't punish him afterwards and just rewarded him a grimoire of animals seeing the potential in his kid for the first time ever. The others got the wind of it and stayed away from him ever since they don't want to get hurt by the H/C haired demon's uncontrolled emotions.

M/N has many exotic creatures in his palace all taken cared by imps he interviewed and hired himself. He didn't care about their attitude against others but animals, definitely requires passion for animals and would never treat them wrong. After all, the creatures in his palace are all his most prized possessions. His father visiting once in a while to know about his progress on the grimoire, nodding and giving him praises every time he test him. Of course, M/N not giving a shit about his opinion since he clearly didn't really care about M/N like still getting his name wrong and such. He's just being himself and trying to steal more books off the demon's hand.

One day F/N feel like M/N is mature enough to meet the other Ars Goetic family's heir, so he dragged him (because M/N refused) to one of the birthday party of the Goetic prince, Stolas. He is really not that interested in socialising, been treated like shit for the past few years until the accident and now he just doesn't trust anyone anymore. And just as he expected, there are tons of people. His dad left him with the royal brats as he went to greet the other royal families trying to find a perfect mate for M/N that can make their family stronger.

M/N didn't bother to introduce himself to the states of the others instead just took out another book and start reading it. The other royalties are curious but didn't want to introduce first too so M/N got his peace as the area around him cleared up. He is enjoying this really much though he preferred to be home but this'll do too. As he think only to get disturbed by a certain birthday boy.

Stolas: Hello there fellow demon, I'm Stolas. I've never seen you around here before.

M/N: Oh, hi. I've just been in my room at all times. By the way, happy birthday.

M/N handed over his books about magical plants and another about the legend and stories of the twelve constellations. Books he liked when he was Stolas's age. He thinks he'll like them too. He was quite troubled at first with the gifts and asked his father for opinion and he gave shitty answers like 18+ stuff getting thrown a pillow to the face afterwards. He even bought it and dares offered it to M/N, M/N had enough of his bullshit and just throwing the book in the trash when his father's gone.

Stolas: Oh! I love plants and stars! Thank you so much! Father hadn't bought me books like those in ages. I just love reading facts about them.

M/N: Hm? Like what?

Stolas: Like the fact about plants can hear. Do you know if you played music to it it would grow really well in the future? I wonder does it listen to us talk too. Oh! Oh! Maybe if someone can get how plants talk we can know about lots of gossip around and...

M/N: Woah woah woah! Stop right there fella. Hehehe, never knew I'd find someone equally as interested in knowledge as me here. Now let me introduce myself properly. I'm M/N, from the L/N family. I would love to talk to you more in a more suitable place.

Stolas: Oh! I'm sorry if I rambled. Of course. Can you give you hell phone number?

M/N: Hehe... Sure. Here's my number.

Stolas: And here's mine.

M/N: I'll contact you once I get back alright. Your father seems to be calling for you, you might wanna go see him.

Stolas: Oh! Coming father. Goodbye M/N, wish to get a call from you later.

M/N: I will.

The owlet happily hopping away as M/N just watch him go. He thinks the blue blood is really cute and angelic unlike any other just caring for status especially Stella the crazy woman with her brother that's a sister loving fanatic. He despise the girl so if she ever gets in the way, he'd be a nightmare. So, his father always tend to keep a close eye to avoid that. M/N had a few snacks before going to look for his father as he's finished with his current book.

Then he overcome Stolas. The owl is just standing confidently beside his father as he introduced him to the rest of the guest, the owlet showing his well learned royal formalities and earning a few cheek pinches from the madams. Then, it was Stella's family, everything gone wrong when they want to match their kid together. Stella is completely disgusted with the cute owl and proceed to torture him with a few pluck out feathers but their family just dismissing it as a sign of love(not).

Stolas was already in the verge of crying when M/N walked over. The owl immediately struggled free going to his first ever friend hiding behind him and clutching his coat. M/N cooed at the cute act but also getting to finally meeting the goose noble that just tortured his friend.

Stella: Hah! Hiding behind the nerd's back like he isn't one pathetically none back boned noble in here, absolutely expected from a useless shit!

M/N: If you didn't learn how to speak properly why not get rid of that useless mouth of yours.

The F/C fur noble starting getting angry with red surrounding him a little meaning he's about to get down dirty just for a big set of arms hoisting him up. M/N turned around to see his father's usual cheerful smile and shaking his head almost unnoticeable to him. Not wanting to wreck the birthday party, he calmed down and F/N put him back down where Stolas immediately went up to him again asking if he was okay.

Stella got freaked out by the demonic eyes M/N showed when he was on the verge of blowing a fuse. She backed off for the rest of the party and later on complained to her parents and brother about the incident making Paimon lose his "perfect" engagement for his heir.

Huffing out annoyed, Paimon called forth F/N to discuss about the problem M/N made only for the male to offer his own child as replacement. This angered Paimon because there's no way two males can have an heir, but when F/N introduced him a magic rune M/N created of mixing two genes together to get a better mutation, he got interested. Then, F/N forced M/N to show his collection of exotic creatures almost making the male bare his fangs at his father before he said it was for Stolas.

It was surprising to see the male so calm showing his treasures to others. What they didn't know is, M/N constantly repeating for the cute owlet in his mind over and over again. After looking around and finding many species Paimon never seen before, he got interested and offered M/N two dark species and for him to perform it in front of him. M/N confidently did so and a baby unicorn hatched. Totally believing F/N now, he agreed to the proposal of him and got up to leave before giving M/N a pat in the shoulder telling him to treat his son well.

The engagement was kept a secret from Stolas till the day he finally can carry his duties meaning getting his grimmoire. But by the mean time, he always asked M/N put to play as they explore each others' garden together and finding their beloved plants and animals. Stolas would listen in on M/N's endless ramble about his collection of animals and the things they do. He found it cute to have the usually stoic and unmoving male so hyped about something. He'd get a few of the newborns too as they took care of them together earning cute little chuckle from the owl prince.

When it was Stolas's turn, he would introduce his exotic plants too. He even gave them funky names that are absolutely adorable to M/N. Seeing Stolas work his blood and sweat for his plants, M/N helped him too. After all the work they'd usually be dirty with the dirt on their hands and faces. And seeing each others' looks just made the cute duo erupt into a laughing mess. Then, M/N got the brilliant idea of smearing more on Stolas's face making the owlet hoot out as he race towards the F/C demon to take his revenge too.

They would also watch the stars together with Stolas telling M/N about each constellation's stories and introducing more and more about the beautiful galaxy. M/N always loved hearing his voice, the owl is just so cute and excited when he shared about his knowledge making M/N want to squish his cute face.

When M/N reached him about more magic showing all of them confidently and perfectly with a significant smile plastered on his face leaves the owl in a dreamy state. He loved watching how M/N would always be so confident in showing his own specialty and teaching him the spells with such gentle voices that just made him want to be embraced by the F/C fur demon. And he did just that.

One day, M/N offered Stolas a trip away from the palace to show him more of his other collection elsewhere. They've set up a place to meet and the time, but what M/N hadn't consider is, how Stolas never gone out before. The owl got lost as expected so M/N got to the place in time without the owl's presence, he immediately knew something's wrong since the blue blood owl was never late. He panicked and went for a searching spree around Stolas's palace ground. After a few minutes, he found the owl bruised up a little with messy fur while carried on the back of a female imp.

Stolas: ...and he's the first ever demon that had the same hobbies as me! He even taught me a lot of magic and showed me a lot more about the stars I don't know about.

Tilla: It's amazing! I had a boy which had a thing for horses, I think he can get along well with the two of you too.

Stolas: Horses? I love them too! But M/N never let me ride them. He always said I'm too small or something, I can't wait to be older so... Oh oh oh! It's him, hey M/N!

Stolas waved his hand while he was carried on the back by the female imp. M/N was very worried for his friend. Seeing him returning safely, he ran up to them as Stolas is being let down to the ground then get hugged by M/N.

M/N: I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry...

Stolas: M/N, it's nothing. I wanted to come out to play as well.

Tilla: Well, it's time I get back. Goodbye little prince.

Stolas: Goodbye!

M/N: I'll get you back to my place, here.

Stolas: M/N, that imp told me a lot about her son and one of them appears to like horses too! Ain't it such a coincidence!

M/N: Hehehe... Well if we met them in the future we could invite them to play if you want to.

Stolas: Really?

Stolas's eyes gone starry as M/N chuckled through his breath thinking the latter is really really cute right now. He pat the pince's head gently before swinging the owl's arm across his shoulder to support him preventing him from hurting his knee further.

M/N: Of course, Stolas. Your friend is my friend too.

Stolas: Yay! Can't wait for the day we can meet with them!

M/N: Now now don't get too excited, we still need to think up an explanation to your father about your scrapped knee.

Stolas: Oh, right. But what about our trip out?

M/N: Don't worry, we can go out next time, there's plenty of chances don't worry. We need to focus on getting your knee better first. You don't want me worrying about you all day right?

Stolas: Alright then! I'll get better soon.

M/N: Hahahaha, it's not like saying it will make it heal immediately.

Stolas: No, stop laughing at me!

M/N teased the owl more making him flustered and forget all about the pain till they get back to the palace and patched him up with his favourite pictured bandages. He even signed it showing its the work of his making Stolas laugh a lot.

Thank Lucifer Paimon didn't come visit that day, Stolas get to have another sleepover with M/N as they fell asleep to the story telling show. Stolas all curled up comfy in M/N's embrace as the latter wrapped him in his arms with their tails entangled. The TV was soon turned off by the butler as he took another picture of the young masters cute position, ensuring they were covered by the blankets and leaving quietely.

M/N got the album of pictures as a gift from the butler not long after as he himself was thinking about a gift for the owl too. Hi birthday is this upcoming Tuesday and the pictures gave him an idea. He got out one stack of paper and started drawing. Thinking it's an absolute gift he giggled and kept on his work.

Stolas is very hyped for today when the butler woke him. He immediately phoned M/N and kept reminding him it's his day and rambled about the grimmoire he's about to get. The responsibility and power got him more excited as the butler brushed out his feathers. He hang the phone up and tracked up to the hall towards the living room where Paimon was present to give him his gift. At the same time came the arrival of M/N too.

Stolas: M/N! Father!

Paimon: Ah, there is my little owlet.

M/N: He forgot your name again Stolas.

Paimon: No I didn't, I know my own son's name perfectly. And M/N, don't!

M/N: Okay, okay I'll stop.

Paimon: Ehem, as I was saying. Well, my little one, it is finally the day you're becoming the true part of the Goetia family. Well, good for you. Are you ready to do what you meant to do to serve hell?

Stolas: Yes father!

Paimon: You will be entrusted with the studies of earth's stars. Stars that contains prophecies and all that stuff. Ain't that fun? You will be given studies as the grimoire, to grant you access to the human realm to study and observe and you will grow and lead as the prince of hell where you'll live on to pass your knowledge onwards.

Stolas: I will do my best father!

Paimon: Wonderful, also son you were destined to have a precautionary heir to the goetia family so, you're now engaged. Congratulations! Isn't she charming?

The moment Stolas saw the picture of Stella, he started crying. The moment that happened, Paimon started feeling M/N's horrific aura behind him, looking back to see the demonic smile of his. Panicking a little he immediately hid the picture and pat his son on the head a few times.

Paimon: I'm kidding I'm kidding! Calm down Stolas. Your real engagement is with M/N. Got no problem with that now do you?

Stolas: With N/N! Do you knew about this N/N?

M/N: Urmmm... Yeah?

Stolas: Why didn't you tell me?

M/N: I was afraid you won't like it and won't hang out with me anymore...

Stolas: Oh silly, I'd never. I love to be with you ~

The lovebirds(literally) snuggle up each other and start hugging and chuckling while Paimon just stood there. Noticing M/N sly smirk he cursed in his heart and just cut in to disturb their little time together by holding Stolas up and away from M/N. The demon smirking slyly in return just to get a "childish" from the F/C demon making him almost lose himself. Then he said through gritted teeth,

M/N: What. Are. You. Doing.

Paimon: Well, why don't we take a trip to the circus in town! Heard that they're pretty amazing~

Stolas: I'd love to go with you father!

M/N: But Stolas, didn't we already visited them last...

Paimon: Great let's go!

The goetia demon sped away with his son leaving M/N behind as the demon just grumbled and ran to catch up with them. The butler arranged their seats as they sit down accompanied by the few stares from the other demons since it's rare to see blue bloods around here. The circus show started a few minutes later. Stolas is starting to get excited while M/N just sighed and pet the cute owl a few times for the latter to chirp out happily.

Paimon just watched while having a little smile by his face too. He loves his son of course, but there's just too many to remember. Loud awed expressions and laughter spread through the circus as the circus member started performing their own talents on stage then came the lights out and clowns warning.

This made all of the imps surprised as the clowns lashed out with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. M/N received a fluffy little owlet as the clowns scared Stolas. He just rub him gently and kept him in his embrace. Stolas blushing a lot and snuggling into M/N. The imp brothers swinging around ropes throughout the circus as one of them let go trusting the other to catch him and they do it perfectly smiling happily as so. Stolas got so pumped up by the fun as his face went red with excitement while he started hopping a little in M/N's embrace. Paimon seemingly noticing his son's enthusiasm and gave his butler a look. Being a professional butler he pulled out his hellphone and arranged a sudden added show that includes Stolas and M/N with the circus bros.

Suddenly the lights shown on the lovely couple as Stolas felt flustered and crept down from M/N who the torch shining imp received glares from.

Imp: Let's give a round of applause to our beloved princes and welcome them up stage!!!!!

Crowds: YEAH!!!!!!!!!

The crowds were hyped to the fullest at the moment. Stolas and M/N completely stunned by the sudden announce that they just raise theirs arms up per the imps ask as the brothers grabbed onto them soaring through the air, sometimes changing ropes to ropes. M/N and Stolas both laugh their hearts out at the fun and comfortable feeling of wind. Then they had a perfect landing with M/N on the ground first and catching Stolas that was drop down above him. Stolas being too excited kissed his prince charming on the beak smiling sweetly as possible. Almost making the latter faint from such cuteness.

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They returned to their seats chattering and talking about the fun they had on stage, especially Stolas that rambled to his father too which Paimon just hear patiently cause today's Stolas's birthday, he doesn't want to make him sad. Then, the little imp making balloon animals. M/N can't stand the awkwardness of Blitzo repeatedly mess up of his job and helped with a little manipulation of shapes with his power just a reward for making his dear so happy. But something gone wrong and the horse had no legs. M/N just buried himself into Stolas embarrassed by the failure of his first ever magic perform in front of people. The considerate owl just rubbing his fiance's head gently. Then, Stolas laughed at the jokes Blitzo made making the male in his embrace groan in jealousy. Stolas laughing even more due to his fiance's childish acts. Paimon totally taking this opportunity to record the embarrassing moment of M/N and sending it to his father.

Fizzarolli totally shoving Blitzo out the window with a perfect balloon horse earning the cheers from the crowd. The circus show ended as the crew bowed to the audience as claps are heard till the curtains closed.

As they were about to leave, Paimon made an excuse to leave, which M/N and Stolas just dismissed it while still being excited from the circus show. About a minute or so, they left the circus. Arriving to the palace as Blitzo and his father just seconds behind them.

Paimon: Here's your new friend my son, happy birthday.

M/N: Buying him a friend? Really, Paimon?

Paimon: Shut up you brat, don't make me send you home!

M/N: Ha, like I'd get...

The duo just straight out fighting in the back as Blitzo introduced himself to Stolas. Stolas bowing to Blitzo seeming to triggered the duo as M/N's hand went straight to Stolas's head to keep him up while his father just outright scold him for it.

Paimon: Don't bow to that one, you bow to us, idiot!

Stolas: Oh right.

M/N: Cut him some slack or I'll...

Paimon: You don't say that here!

Stolas: It's okay, N/N. I'm fine! This is M/N, my best friend and now my fiancé! Isn't that cool?!?!?

Blitzo: Yeah?

M/N: Calm down my darling, let's go inside.

Stolas: Oh yeah right!

Blitzo: Woah!

M/N: Um, careful darling.

The energetic owl pulling both of them in sprinting excited to show his collection. He rambled about the book M/N bought him his last birthday, it was about horses. That spiked Blitzo's attention, as the three of them talked about the different species and what kind of usual needs they have. M/N even took out his own made notebook from studying the magical creatures to show them what he discovered what wasn't in the book.

Apparently hell stallions are pretty easy to tame when you pull the hem of it's fur by the neck, same with all other mammals since their life source and weaknesses are all concentrated there. Then, the watch on M/N's wrist started sounding alerting the trio. Stolas squealed knowing what that means as he yet again drag the duo to his garden and there they saw how the foal is born into the world. M/N and Stolas working together as they helped the mare clean up the blood and patch her up with a few spells from M/N's grimmoire. Then they wrapped the foal in soft towels leaving for Stolas to hold it. Blitzo just staring at the foal with stary eyes as M/N gave him the other foal wrapped in towels.

He always dreamt of seeing a horse and now holding a baby one in hand is just a dream come true. He's so excited he can't form words properly and just started stammering. This made the couple laugh as Blitzo just wanted to dig a hole and hide after realising his mistake.

M/N: Didn't know you would like horses this much. You can keep it if you want?

Blitzo: Really?????

Stolas: Of course! N/N's got loads of them in the barn already.

Blitzo, mind-blown by the generosity of the blue bloods just accepted quick as possible afraid that they'll take the offer back. M/N knew he can take good care of the foal since he know what an animal lovers like. The three of them ran off again to other places in the garden with Stolas showing his amazing garden skills that includes the flowers colour blooming into a beautiful picture of him and M/N. The cheesy feeling just made Blitzo a bit uneasy but he still compliments it as it is quite an amazing work. Then, M/N showing Blitzo and Stolas his collection of favourite magical creatures. One of them being dark ponies that are big and handsome absolutely, Blitzo loving it absolutely too.

After all of that, they got tired. Stolas pulled them towards the tree where a small table set is there under the shades of it. M/N left to brew some tea up where Stolas was left to keep Blitzo's company. When he came back, they are talking about him.

Blitzo: M/N's so cool! Do you think I can ride thunderstorm if I ask him nice enough?

Stolas: Well, I'm not too sure about that, I think thunderstorm is still out of league. Maybe you can in another few years or so?

Blitzo: Huh? But why? Awww, but Thunderstorm's so cool, I really wanna try it out.

Stolas: Because it's dangerous, Thunderstorm will kick anyone he isn't familiar with. His kick can send you straight to heaven.

Blitzo: Hmph! I want to become closer to the stallion too. Please teach me, M/N~

M/N: Hahahaha! It's not that easy though, since you aren't strong enough. Thunderstorm despise the weak. Maybe in the future when you're strong enough?

Blitzo: Hmph! Fine then.

Stolas: Oh, look at the time. It's pretty late already. Aren't your parents gonna worry about you?

Blitzo: Oh crumbs, I forgot about it!

M/N: About what?

Blitzo: Um...Uh...nothing. I'm gonna go home now, I had a great time with you two.

M/N: How much did Paimon pay your dad for buying you one day?

Blitzo: Um, a condom and a five dollar bill...

M/N: Ugh! Literally can't with that guy! Here.

A huge rainbow amulet was taken out as the shine almost blinding Blitzo's eyes. M/N noticing the shine wrapped in up with some cloth and just placed it in Blitzo's hands closing it up.

M/N: Here, thanks for the company today. Next time, how about you show us what you do on your free time?

Blitzo: Sure! I can introduce you to my best friend too, Fizzarollii will sure be excited to meet you guys too! I'm just sure of it!

Stolas: Till we meet again?

Blitzo: Till we meet again.

The two blue bloods watch as the little imp with his father descend from the road bidding bye to Blitzo happily.

M/N and Stolas: Good-bye Blitzo!

Blitzo: Good-bye!

That concludes their happy first meeting which Blitzo will never forget because of the prize of getting stronger and for the foal gifted. However the promise of meeting again never seemed to happen, as both the goetia demon are busy with their studies and Blitzo is busy with his circus work. The lovers still attending some of his shows when they're off from studies. They even joined in a few times attracting a lot of people so Blitzo's father's not complaining. They eventually got to hang out with Fizzarolli and they play pretend with the balloon animals together. Blitzo as he is always liking a lot of blood spread and gore and shit. Then, Stolas asked about their future dream jobs.

Fizzarolli: I think being a clown's great, I like all the fun and attention I get now.

Blitzo: I want to be the boss of the circus in the future and I'll make the circus greater and bigger than it ever was! I'll even hire you guys when you're broke as hell.

Stolas: You? Hiring us?

M/N: Ha! In your dreams pal, you can't even handle thunderstorm yet.

Blitzo: Just you wait! I'll do it in the future I'm sure of it!

Fizzarolli: What about you guys?

M/N: Hm? Just the usuals I guess but I'll sure bring my darling on vacation all over hell in the future.

Stolas: Oh, N/N~ I love you.

The two started nuzzling against each other making the imps groan having to witness and be envious of their heaven like relationship in such a young age. It's not easy in hell to find a perfect significant other, so Stolas and M/N is really lucky to have found each other. The two imps showing each other a sly smirk as they both ounce onto the avian demons to tickle them. Erupted laughter totally destroying the lovey dovey atmosphere.

M/N: You know, if you guys want, we can nuzzle you too.

Blitzo: Eww, no. Leave that for your husband.

Stolas: Actually, about that. We came here for another reason.

Fizzarolli: Hm?

Stolas: This.

The avian demon taking out a fancy looking invitation from his pockets while M/N hugged him from behind. The feeling of his beak in his neck just made Stolas chuckle slightly. Fizzarolli and Blitzo studied the invitation to let out surprised sighs.

Both: You're getting married!!!

Stolas: Yes! Isn't that exciting?

Blitzo: But, aren't you guys just 18?

M/N: Hahaha, we don't look at age to do things Blitzo. Besides, we're pretty much doing everything a married couple do already.

Stolas: Yeah, mmf.

The two kissed again flushing a bit as the imps just looked away and pretend to puke making the couple laugh.

Fizzarolli: Well, we'll come for sure. But don't expect us to bring some fancy ass gifts for your wedding.

M/N: Nah, your company's enough. We have to go now, Stolas. There's still a mountain stack more to deliver.

Stolas: Oh right! Good bye you guys!

Stolas and M/N waved goodbye as Stolas attempt to open a portal just to open it right below them. Both letting out surprised squeaks disappearing into the unknown. This just made the imps laugh even more. When the two avian demons send all the invitations out, they were exhausted. When they reached Stella's household, Stolas being to tired just hung over M/N's back asleep. The door open to reveal the butler and M/N just shoving the cards to her hand and turn to leave only to be stopped by the obnoxious voice of Adrealphus.

Adrealphus: Oh, there's the sorry of an excuse of a royalty. Total filth playing with imps. Ha!

M/N: Gawk all you want, I'm not giving you the invitation anymore. I'll just tell Paimon your family wants nothing to do with him.

Adrealphus: Wait, give me that.

M/N: Nope, have fun being the culprit of your family's downfall.

Adrealphus: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please.

M/N: Just this once, remember, I hate brats!

Fancy outfits and preparations of the wedding busied by the imps and the caring work of the magical creatures and cannibalistic plants in their conjoined garden falling into their hands. Off from the studies, it was a bit of a mess at the start with the fighting of the plants and animals. Alas, brought to the end by Stolas's crying and M/N's threatening glare.

After all the chaos, they'll have pleasant silence in the library reading books. The owl just sitting in M/N's lap and moving ever so slightly to set in comfortably.

M/N: Um, Stolas.

Stolas: Hm?

M/N: Could you stop moving so much, you're making me a bit excited.

Stolas: Oh, I'm sorry. Do you need help with that.

M/N: No, I don't want to break this atmosphere. I love this comfortable feeling.

Stolas: Hoot hoot, I love this too. Muah~

Stolas continue to read the book and M/N nuzzling on his furry hair drifting off to slumber. And the creepo (M/N's father) taking a picture of this exact scene too.

The wedding came up real quick, M/N kissing Stolas deeply in front of everyone as the priest announce their marriage. M/N went on a rampage with Lucifer and L/N his father when all their private moments pictures got released on their wedding as slideshow. Stolas just hid in pure embarrassment while the whole scene was kind of a mess. After chaos, they read their vows for each other already being fully excited and craving for each other, the two kiss erupting claps and howls from others.

Cheers from the crowd as Stolas threw his flower bouquet back with all his might that Blitzo ended up catching. Of course the ladies wanted the flowers for the blessing rumoured so the fight started. The whole wedding turned out to be a good fight as the married couple got their clothes ruined, but they didn't mind of course.

M/N took Stolas out on a honeymoon to the envy ring that had a underwater hotel with pretty colourful fishes swimming around the hotel. When the lights are out, it'll be even more beautiful with the corals lighting up by themselves. The colourful corse of colours bringing stars to Stolas's eyes. M/N got dragged around a lot by the hyperactive owl as they venture the whole hotel.

Stolas: This is amazing!!!! Thank you so much~

M/N: A promise's a promise. Now, how about we have some fun.

Stolas: Huh? Woah!

The owl got pushed on bed by the lust filled demon as he pin the avian demon on bed. Nibbling around Stolas's neck to find his sensitive spot as Stolas moaned and push into him more. Stolas also preening M/N around his sweet spot getting the H/C feathered demon to groan along. Their groins rubbing against each other, as they kissed and tongues swirl with each other. Kissing till they're almost out of breath but the thrusting of their groins never stopping wanting to get to their high.

Stolas: Ah...ah...AHHHHH!

M/N: Ugh!!!

The most beautiful moan let out as a wet patch covered Stolas's pants. M/N had an orgasm too, but seeing Stolas this sexy totally got him excited again. They kiss hug and preen each other till all their clothes are off. Then they switched position to M/N holding onto Stolas's thigh to keep him steady as the owl is shakily doing up and downs on M/N's face. The long tongue reaching places his own fingers couldn't, as string of moans just stream from his mouth.

Stolas: Ah...ah... it's so....good....slippery and so long...ah! Yes yes...press on that ah...ah

M/N sucked even harder around his sensitive walls, tongue fucking the certain spot that will make Stolas go crazy. Stolas's moans ring through the whole room as his grip on M/N's head grew stronger feeling closer and closer to ecstasy till the sweet release.

Stolas: Aghhhhh~ ha...ha...

M/N laid Stolas down on bed and licked the excess cum from Stolas's cock sexually making the said demon moan and get hard again.

Stolas: Please, N/N. I want... I...

M/N: Tell me, what do you want baby?

Stolas: I want your cock already, please, AH!

While whining needy, he got picked up as M/N complied to Stolas's wishes changing their position to missionary. Both looking at each other lovingly as M/N went down for another messy make out session with his dear owl, a hand guiding the feathered arms to hold onto his shoulders as the other started stroking Stolas's shaft in languid long strokes.

Stolas: Ah...ah....feel so good. Keep going, N/N. Ah...Ah....wha?

Sudden feeling of intrusion just made Stolas went blank as immense pleasure of being attack by the back and front at once just leave his mind blank as he spurt out dirty words and whining more and more. Chuckling, M/N took out his sliick covered fingers and positioned himself in front of Stolas's hole. Looking Stolas deep in the eyes and hands tightening the long legs wrapping around them, tails entangled.

M/N: Are you ready my dear husband?

Stolas: Put it in N/N, please~ ah...AHHH hurts. It hurts. Ah ha no

M/N: I'm sorry baby, I'll go slow I promise.

He inserted bit by bit, seeing his dear owl pained and sweat filled face, he started stroking his shaft again polishing the shaft with the precum making the male below him writhing as the limped dick got excited again.

Stolas: Ugh...ha...yes, I want your big fat cock daddy!

M/N: Baby, stop! You're not ready yet.

Stolas: I don't care, I want it now.

A loud scream came afterwards as Stolas swing his hips forwards engulfing all of M/N. All Stolas feeling right now is pain like his been ripped apart, shaking slightly as tears streamed down his face sobs heard. M/N immediately went to console him, whispering how he was so tight and good for him, such a pretty little bird all for him and how he always look so charming while stroking his shaft and playing with his sensitive spots to get him to calm down.

M/N: I love you baby. Let's just cuddle for the night, I think we're both not ready yet.

Stolas: Wait, no! I want to do this! We went all the way now, just give me some time.

Deep breaths taken as they intertwined their hands again, M/N nibbling softly around Stolas's sweet spot, erupting more erotic moans and proceed to calm him down. Tears drained Stolas's face and his face was all flushed too, M/N wanted to record this moment but well he's busy pleasuring his sweet lover.

Deep and hard thrust in different angles followed after to find that certain spot again. Then M/N flipped Stolas to his side and start fucking him sideways that just seem to rub past his prostate as deep as possible. Screams and uncontrollable writhing until Stolas just came harshly, weakly holding onto M/N. His hole clenching and milking M/N making M/N groan and came buckets into the avian demon. Exhausted from the activities M/N lay down beside Stolas peppering kisses across his face and embracing him. Feeling so loved and worshipped just made the owl hoot happily as tiredness drown him. Seeing his sleepy look, M/N just caress him and hum a little to soothe Stolas down for him to go to sleep.

He got up after hearing the familiar snores of his lover. Grabbing a wet cloth from their luggage, he cleaned up the left over cum on Stolas's body and the sweat too, then lead the cum out of his hole with his fingers making the owl moan gently from his sleep. Sexy as hell but M/N's too tired to continue anyways. Throwing the dirty cloth in the basin, he pick up the large blanket from the floor and wrapped both of them in it, Stolas roll into him right after, the cute snores lulling M/N to sleep too.

A lot of aftercare and sweet talk followed after as they spend their wonderful vacation at the hotel and resorts there. They even went scuba diving to see the beautiful coloured sea creatures. No sea monster dare to disturb their time with the hell's most venomous fish guardian by their side everywhere they go. Sometimes they sat in front of the large underwater window just enjoying cuddle time together, and sometimes they went out to hunt and explore more about the envy ring already planning their first anniversary trip to the other rings.

Yet fun times always went by fast. It was time for then to return to their duties. Their everyday lives still envied by their friends with the constant post of their daily of feeding each other, gardening session, grooming sessions even animal riding and caring activities. The magic they perform also a light to their world. The people were grateful for the couple's effort of serving hell. Their popularity eventually rising higher and higher.

M/N introduced Stolas his experiment about having a child with only the genes of the two of them, and asking if the Stolas can be the host of the egg. Stolas totally excited from the deep of his heart and nodded repeatedly pouncing onto M/N and kissing him again and again. The experiment worked perfectly as the egg grew months by months, Stolas completely cut off from his work since M/N doesn't allow him to do his job not wanting his stressed out. Cravings and bad tempers always cured by the immediate serve of his favourite dishes and the warm hugs and sweet praises.

By the day Octavia was born into the world. Stolas had little to no problem with labours since it's a small egg and he always had M/N prepping him for this exact moment meaning lubing him up and fisting him open at night. The two taking care of their egg by staying in their nest all day giving warmth to the latter till she hatches. Blitzo often came to visit the owlet making the cute owl hoot happily while Stolas just starry eyed all over taking tons of pictures of his precious Starfire.

Laying on M/N's body lazily, Stolas flip through the pages of the book hold by M/N as they were reading a story book in M/N's office. Suddenly a bang of the door in came an intruder getting M/N immediately on guard as Stolas's face got stuffed into his chest before one of his hands with dark red aura aiming at the one.

Blitzo: Wait wait wait!!!! It's just me.

M/N: Oh.

Stolas: N/N! Stop hiding me every time we're in danger! It's not like stuffing me into you're chest is gonna help with anything!

M/N: Aww~ but you said you liked it before.

Stolas: Not unless it's on the bed!

Blitzo: Um, as much as I like to watch my favourite couple drama I have something important to say.

Stolas: Oh hi Blitz, didn't you see you there. Hehe...

Blitzo: Yeah, yeah.

M/N: Stolas, you'd make him upset.

Blitzo: Oh, shut up. I just wanna ask if you guys had anything that can let us access the human world?

This includes Stolas's responsibility as he sat up still comfortably in M/N's embrace getting serious.

Stolas: And what would that be for? You know my dad would be at my neck if anything you let the humans finds out and shit.

M/N: Language my dear. Octavia's starting to learn from you, you know?

Stolas: Is she now? I thought you were the one that was always cursing in front of her.

Blitzo: Ehem!

Stolas: Oh right. M/N give me my grimmoire. Thanks hun, hm.... Aha, there's a crystal called Asmodean crystal that allows succubi and incubi to cross through the living and the dead.

Blitzo: Great! Where's it at? Or do you have it by chance.

M/N: Duh, it's engraved in Stolas's grimmoire, why else would you think he'd had access to the human world.

Blitzo: Great, may I borrow it?

Stolas: What! Of course not! I've got to use it for my jobs.

Blitzo: Your jobs all done by M/N anyway. Just let me borrow it for a few. Please~

Stolas: N/N?

M/N: You know what'll happen if anyone found out. Right my prince?

Blitzo: Please, pretty please!

Stolas: State your purpose then, I'll think about it.

Blitzo: Fine, I've got a crew of assassins and a client gave us an idea of expanding it further.

M/N: It's up to you, Stolas. I personally thinks it'll be fun.

Stolas: Sigh* Fine.

Blitzo: Yes!

Stolas: But, human disguises and no others finding out understood?

Blitzo: Yes, can you hurry... I'm sorry.

M/N: Good.

Stolas: And no getting caught or find out. If so I'll never trust you again.

Blitzo: I promise.

M/N: Return it once a month, I'll get the work done by then.

The fancy book was floated to the imp and the sudden fall of the heavy book just made Blitzo slip and fall making the couple laugh.

M/N: In return, you'll have to tend to our gardens for the entire day too! Good luck.

Before Blitzo complained, he was already teleported out by Stolas as the couple continued with their pleasant morning.

Octavia: Dad? Father?

The sweet call of their daughter got them both up again. Helping each other out with their attires as they walk to their daughter's room.

Stolas: Yes Via?

Octavia: Can I visit Uncle Aster? He phoned me yesterday.

M/N: Of course you can honey. After breakfast.

Octavia: You're the best, father!

Stolas: Awe, what about me?

Octavia: You? Father's baby I guess.

Stolas: Octavia!

Octavia: Hahahaha....

M/N just watched as his husband gone through the hallway chasing their daughter as a smile was brought to his face. Yes, this is everything that he could've wished for. Sudden cries of hunger from the room beside just woke him up form his trance as he went to their son's room. Room decorated with toys and soft plushies as the middle of the crib sat their crying little bird.

M/N: Shhh, Alex. Here, here.

A bottle of milk appeared in his hands as he filled his son's hungry stomach. Coaxing a burp out of him after he finishes then lulling him to sleep again in the crib. The little owl just letting out a cute yawn as he hugged his favourite plushie while he's off to sleep again. They originally didn't want to get another baby, but thinking that their daughter is gonna rule alone isn't an option so another came. They'd sooner or later leave their duties to their children and live together without the bother of others.

A few years went past. While Stolas was watering his plants, M/N gently stalked behind him and hug the owl.

Stolas: Ah!

M/N: I'm back.

Stolas: Ooh, welcome back my dear N/N.

They shared a passionate kiss caressing each other slightly before getting called out by Alex.

Alex: Ugh, get a room you guys!

The angry owl proceeded to leave as the couple just blush profusely. This happened many time already as you can see, but they still never see others besides each other when they're together.

M/N: Oh, I heard Blitz and his crew got the cheerubs in hell. You said you wanted the lamb right?

Stolas: Oh oh oh! Did you get it for me?

M/N: Yes darling~

Stolas: I love you so much, I'll repay you at night~

M/N: What do you need him for anyway?

Stolas: Oh, it's not me. It's Alex. I see the look on his face when he saw their advertisement. Oh how young loves bloom.

M/N: Beautiful indeed. The full moon festival in the wrath ring is coming up soon, when do you want to get your book back?

Stolas: Hm, maybe tomorrow. I'm sure they'll get their work done by then.

M/N: You sure you're able to walk tomorrow?

Stolas: Oh you're on!

In fact Stolas indeed didn't get up that day so it was still M/N passing onto the news. He even offered the I.M.P s a trip there as a compensate.

Blitzo: Deep breath sucked in* THUNDERSTORM!!!!

M/N: Yes yes, the one you love so much. How's Rosie doing by the way?

Blitzo: Oh, she's doing great! See I even bought her the... oh you got one for him too?

M/N: Yeah, he is my favourite after all.

Stolas: Ehem!

M/N: Okay, second favourite.

Alex: I heard you father!

M/N: Fine, all of you are my favourites. Satisfied my dears?

Octavia: Yes.

M/N: Great let's get moving now before we get late.

Alex: Don't do it with daddy on the car alright.

Stolas: Alex!

Blitzo: Pffft.

M/N: No one encourage him!

The festival was a blast and then came the day where Blitzo and Moxie got in trouble with the humans. This time Blitzo notifying M/N, both startled by the sudden alarm as they came early making Stolas moan from the warmth spurt inside of him. When M/N recollected himself enough to know what just happened, he blew a fuse and wrap his husband tight in the blankets after leaving a note. He left to the living world with his grimmoire and destroyed the whole laboratory in the process almost killing the I.M.Ps too. The cold stone expression scaring them half to death finally able to breathe again after Blitzo reminded him about Stolas.

He rushed home to find the owl curled up like a ball seeming to be in a bad dream. He hum to him softly and pat him gently cooing the latter to return to his good dreams as his eyebrows are soothed out. Getting into the warm bed, he started planning for early retirement. Feeling his lover curling up to him made him snap lots more photos.

The end~

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Braids: Chapter 1

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: Teen Genre: Family Characters: Michael Yew, Apollo Cabin Five times Michael braided a sibling's hair, and one time a sibling braided his. It was pointed out to me that I don't give Michael much by way of fluff, so to prove I can write fluff, here is some Michael&siblings, well, fluff. I've also wanted to write a 5+1 format fic for years but could never come up with a concept that fit - until now! Also you guys get to see some of my Apollo kid ocs again, and also a few for the first time! I have a discord server for all my fics, including this one! If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi! Character ages in this chapter: Michael - 10 Ceri - 17

1) Ceri

“Michael, can you give me a hand?”

Michael jerked his head up from where he was sorting out straight shafts from bent shafts. The arrow that had been spinning on the palm of his hand toppled as it ran out of momentum and he fumbled the catch, almost dropping it onto the floor.

“Huh?” he asked, setting the shaft down in the fucking bent pile – much larger than the straight pile. “With what?” He twisted around to face the older Apollo kid that had walked up behind him and baulked at the sight of a fucking hairbrush in her hands.

“Can I sit?” Ceri asked him, gesturing at the floor next to him. It was strewn with shafts that Michael still needed to check, and with a grumble he nudged a few out of the way until there was room for her.

“Whatever,” he muttered. “What do you want?”

Ceri settled cross-legged on the floor next to him and held out her hairbrush. “Do my hair?”

Michael stared at her. “You can do your own fucking hair,” he said. He knew she could – her hair was long but he’d seen her twist it up into a messy bun in the blink of an eye when she got called to the infirmary. “You don’t need me to do it.”

She gave him a soft smile. The hairbrush didn’t move from in front of his face. “No,” she admitted, “but I’d like you to.”

“Why?” he snapped, wondering why the fuck she’d want him to do her hair – why anyone would want anyone else to do their fucking hair. Did she want half her hair torn out of her head? Now that he thought about it, he’d seen Baird and Emily and several other Apollo kids perched on Ceri’s bed with her before, doing something with her hair.

Ceri’s hair was a really pretty red that fell in waves most of the way down her back. Michael couldn’t understand why the fuck she’d risk it like that.

“Just because I can do it myself doesn’t mean it’s not easier if someone else does it,” she told him. “And I like it when other people do my hair. So… please, Michael?”

She sounded earnest, like she actually did, for some fucking reason, want Michael to do her hair. She looked it, too, light green eyes fixed on his as she tilted her head fractionally to one side and gave him another soft smile.

Michael didn’t get it. It didn’t make sense.

But Ceri was asking, and the fucking hairbrush was still in front of his face, unwavering, and part of Michael’s chest felt warm that she was asking him. That she was trusting him not to fuck her hair up.

“Fine,” he huffed, snatching the brush from her fingers. She let him take it easily, her hand falling down to her lap, and then swivelled on her butt until her back was facing him, complete with the mass of red spilling down it. Michael shifted so that he was facing her back and not the strewn shards on the floor and raised the brush, before pausing. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

She didn’t laugh at him, which was a good thing because if she had, Michael would’ve thrown her hairbrush somewhere, likely out the fucking window, and then run off into the woods with the intention of never coming back. (Baird, or Lee, damn them, would probably find him and coax him back because they were getting good at that, to Michael’s frustration.)

“Start by just brushing it,” Ceri said. “It’s the same as brushing your own hair. Don’t worry if it tugs a bit.”

Michael still felt unsure, but reached forwards with the brush until the bristles were touching Ceri’s hair, then pulled down. Immediately, it caught, jerking Ceri’s head back, and Michael instantly dropped the brush. It stayed where it was, snagged in red hair. “Fuck.” He scrambled back, but Ceri reached behind her and snagged his wrist.

“It’s fine,” she assured him, lightly tugging him back. Tentatively, Michael settled back down again, and watched as she extracted the brush from her hair. “Try again.” She handed it back to him. “My hair is quite thick so it might be easier if you do it in sections, like this.” With deft fingers, she grabbed a small part of her hair and lifted it away from the rest, offering it to him. “Hold it with one hand, and brush with the other.”

Not quite believing that Ceri was letting him continue – wanted him to continue – Michael cautiously did as he was told. The brush still wanted to get stuck, but it was easier to stop it from actually getting stuck, and if he was hurting Ceri when it snagged, she didn’t show any signs of it. Eventually, he figured out that it was easier if he gripped the sections at the top and brushed underneath where he was holding it. Ceri’s head stopped jerking around when he did that, even when he tugged quite strongly on snags.

There was something satisfying when he passed the brush through her hair and it didn’t snag on anything, all the bristles running through smoothly with no resistance at all. It was especially satisfying when he finished doing all the different sections and could run the brush smoothly through the entire bulk of Ceri’s locks.

He let himself brush all of it a few times, before stopping. “Done.”

Ceri didn’t accept the brush when he tried to give it back to her.

“Can you plait it?” she asked him instead, and Michael frowned, confused.

“Plait?”

Now she let out a small laugh, light and airy. Michael scowled, crossing his arms. “Sorry,” she said, “I forget Americans don’t call it that. I meant braid.” He huffed – he still hadn’t worked out what Ceri’s accent was – and shook his head.

“Why the fuck would I know how to braid hair?” he asked.

“Do you want to know?” she countered, peeking back at him over her shoulder. “You might find it useful.”

“Huh?”

She gestured at his own hair. “You’re growing it out, aren’t you? Plaits – sorry, braids – are useful for keeping long hair out of the way.”

Michael chewed the inside of his cheek. She had a point, he supposed. “Fine,” he said, and she turned her head back around so that he was once again just facing the waterfall of red hair.

“I’ll talk you through it,” she promised. “They’re easier than they look. Split my hair into three sections. The more evenly sized, the better.”

Michael reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, and then another handful with his other hand, leaving a bunch free in between. Despite being brushed out, the hair still clung to each other, making his three sections messy. He scowled at them and dropped one side to tidy up the other, which worked fine until he realised that to do the other two sections, he had to let go of the one he’d just done, which would make the neat one messy again.

Ceri came to his rescue. “Here,” she said, “I’ll hold this one while you sort the others out.” Michael gladly let her take the neat section, although he was sure people didn’t normally need to do that. “You’ll find separating the hair out easier with practice,” she assured him as he pulled the rest of her hair into two sections, running his fingers through the strands until they looked neat. She offered him the third section back again, and after a moment, Michael dropped the middle section to take it.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Move one of the outside sections until it crosses over the middle one to become the new middle one,” Ceri instructed, and Michael did so, scowling in concentration as he had to drop one section and pick up another one, and they tried to tangle together again.

This did not seem fucking easy.

“And?” he prompted once he had the two sections somewhat behaving themselves.

“Do the same with the outside section on the other side,” she told him. Michael obeyed, finding it no easier to keep the two sections from trying to merge together. “Then take the outside on the other side again and do the same thing.”

Michael figured out the pattern after a few more passes, although that still didn’t make keeping the hair in its different sections any easier. It seemed determined to mingle back together again, and more than once, Michael realised too late that he hadn’t managed to restore them properly. Ceri didn’t tell him to stop or redo anything, though, so he carried on, frowning at the mess he was creating.

If he squinted, it probably did look like a braid, but it looked bad.

“Now you tie it off,” Ceri said, as though she didn’t realise her hair was a mess. “Here.” She handed him a hair tie.

Michael hesitated. “It’s fucking awful,” he admitted, because it was behind her, of course she didn’t realise. She couldn’t fucking see it.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Ceri told him.

“It’s not-”

“And you worked hard on it,” she continued, ignoring his correction, “and that’s more important, so tie it off, Michael.”

“Not that fucking hard,” Michael muttered (lied), but took the hair tie and looped it around the end a few times. He knew how to do that much, at least, and when Ceri actually looked in a mirror and realised how fucking awful it was, she could take it out and redo it.

Ceri ignored his words as she stood up again, the tangled mess of a braid swaying with her movement. “Thank you, Michael,” she said, smiling widely at him. “I’ve got an infirmary shift, now, so I’ll let you get back to your shafts.”

He shrugged. “You’re welcome, I guess,” he said, and picked up another shaft to spin on his palm. Still, he couldn’t help watching Ceri out of the corner of his eye as she left the cabin, not even checking her hair in the mirror before she went out. He wasn’t stupid; he knew she’d fix it soon, and while he knew it was a mess and deserved to be fixed, the thought still made him a little sad.

Michael spun the next shaft super-hard, ignoring the feeling of the point trying to bore into his palm. He was just being stupid.

The next time he saw Ceri, several hours later when they were getting ready for dinner, he stared, feeling that something warm in his chest again.

She was still wearing his braid.

Chapter 2>>>

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yikes yikes yikes

#bad memories!!!!!!!#ask to tag #i literally remember trying to sleep through the sounds of this woman screaming bloody murder and banging on the walls #for hours. literal hours. like ALL NIGHT #they'd drug her and then she'd slow down for like a few minutes and then be back at it #then there was this guy that got tackled and held down in the quiet room i think and he was like #screaming ''help they're killing me!!!''#staff were like RUSHING to the room after this dude #and the night guards are always really mean and me and this girl i was talking to Knew That #so while that was going on we were like huddled in the corner of the room together like staring at the doorway absolutely horrified #like fearing for our safety #I've seen people get snatched by their hair I've seen them get thrown to the ground #people protesting the inhumane shit that was going on together #im so scared. i dont wanna do this #i wish i had a choice #if i can just....somehow get a psych appointment VERY soon i miiight not have to go back... i think....#but I'm getting so out of hand #uh #abuse tw #psychiatric abuse tw

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Etherial

Chapter 2

Masterlist

Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world.

Its been 3 month since Y/N left with Voldemort. The last time I saw her was when I got my dark mark 2 weeks after she left. She looked tired from the dark circles under her eyes and the bruises from her training and overusing her magic. When her and Voldemort appeared she was surrounded by all the adults asking her to show them what she had learned so far. After about 5 new spells she learned including the killing curse on a random bird outside she had an obvious look of annoyance on her face she flashed out of the room surprising everyone at the sudden flash. I wasn't surprised she did it. She never was much of a people person unless it was at Hogwarts where she had to be. She didn't use her becen in the 3 months I didn't blame her she was busy. During the time I went through my own training with Bellatrix I felt worn out with every spell thrown at me. I was expected to do what my father couldn't. I held the Malfoy name and legacy on my back. How was I supposed to do this?

My mothers hands rested on my shoulder as I was hunched over in the chair. Opening my eyes my mother sat below me looking up at me removing my hands from my face.

“Draco my Draco, my beautiful boy I see the turmoil going on in your beautiful eyes.” She looked up at me with worried eyes

“Mother I don't think I can do this. I know I have to but what if I can. I'll be on my own. What if I get caught? I cannot go to Azkaban, he will kill me. This wasn't supposed to happen till after Y/N and I… we were supposed to marry.”

“And It can still happen to Draco. Y/N just has a bigger play in life sooner than we expected but so do you. How do you think Y/n would react to seeing you this way.” She would probably tell me that I'm better than this that I was “The Draco Malfoy” and could do anything with or without her. She was dreadfully silly around me different than what anyone whether it be a death eater or schoolmate she was just my Y/N not “Y/n Wayne” or “The Cursed Godchild” just Y/n.

“Draco If you need me I will be here and even if she isn't here you know Y/N would be here helping you. Trust me you'll see her soon just focus on what has to be done now.” Draco inhaled.

It's been three months. Three months since I last spoke to her. Our 6th year of Hogwarts is supposed to start. My bags were already on the train. My mother and Estrella stood on the platform waiting for me to say goodbye. It was a tradition for them to send us off but today, this year of all years we needed them to be here. I needed her to be here.

“Watch where you're going.” Someone bumped into me almost knocking me off my balance.

“Sorry love I’ve just been so dazed my summer has been crazy.” That voice sounds so familiar. Looking down at the short black haired girl I haven't seen the entire vacation in her Slytherin robes but, how? She couldn't be done with training.

“Bloody Hell” I pull her body into mine holding her close in the hug.

“Hello darling I’ve missed you. Summer has been one hell of a ride.” She looks up at me smirking.

“Beautiful you have no idea.” I pressed my lips onto her forehead pulling her further into me. Months felt like years after not seeing her. She moved from under my lips looking up at me, she wraps her arms around my neck pulling me closer to her.

“I've been wanting to do this for a while now.” Our lips meet melting into each other. If the train had not blown its horn we might have missed it.

“They knew by the way.” She whispered after pulling away looking at our parents.

“I finished my training and my mother had already packed my bags so I came early and saved us a seat but we should really go before they leave without us. The faster we get to Hogwarts the faster we can be alone.” She whispers the last line for only me to hear. We wave to our parents running into the train at the final bell of the train. No one knew what we really went through this summer but they will know after what’s coming this year.

(blah blah blah pov switch)

Walking into the cart we walked into the booth with our stuff Pansy and Blaise sitting opposite of where we would sit. Slipping into the booth I link my hands with Draco, I have so much to tell him, to show him. Godfather has shown me things, things near muggles couldn't fathom.

“ How was your summer?” Parkinson asked, looking down and Dracos and I linked hands. She's always had a crush on Draco. I knew she felt threatened by me always asking me if Draco and I were together? Why did we spend so much time together? What part of us being childhood friends did she not understand? This was meant to happen, sad she had so much hope. Kinda pathetic really.

“Well it wasn't really that eventful. We took some trips together with both our families. It was a shame our fathers couldn't be there but besides for that nothing much happened.” I kept eye contact with Pansy smiling as I brushed my thumb on Draco’s. He breaks away from his conversation with Blaise looking in my direction he leans close to my ear

“You know you're making it obvious.” I smirked against his ear, glancing over at Pansy who looked annoyed and uncomfortable.

“ I know, that's the point” Pulling away I put a small peck on his lips before leaning my head onto his shoulder.

“Oh yeah and that too.”I shrug. Pansy thinks everything outside the window looks more interesting than looking at us, Blaise just looked at smirking at Draco continuing their conversation, Draco wraps his arm around my waist. I unintentionally fell asleep on his shoulder.

“What just happened? Blaise? “ My eyes quickly fluttered open hearing Draco who was looking around the cart

“Don't know,” Blaise responded. Just then, a small bag teeters, then tumbles from a luggage rack. It was Draco's wheels.

“Relax guys. The lights went out is all. Come on Draco we’ll be at Hogwarts before you know it.” She bats her non-existent eye lashes at her. Her flirting couldn't be anymore obvious its getting desperate at this point.

Draco eyes the bag, slinging it back onto the luggage rack and plops down. I run my hands through his hair looking up at the bag, It's never happened before.

“Hogwarts. What a pathetic excuse for a school. I think I’d pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower if I thought I had to continue on for another two years.” I continue twisting my fingers through his hair. It truly was pathetic it could've been a great school centuries ago.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pansy asked.

“Let’s just say I don’t think you’ll be seeing Y/N and I, wasting our time in Charms Class next year.” Pansy Glances over at Blaise who just snorts. Looking over at me I just shrug agreeing with what Draco said.

“Are you amused Blaise? We’ll see just who’s laughing in the end.” I chuckled to myself, if things were different maybe he would tell Blaise, I could care less about Pansy and her wondering little hands. I saw how she reached out for Darco when she thought I was asleep.

Blaise shakes his head, smiling as he looks out the window at the darkness of the tunnel. Just then the small bag in the upper rack shifts. Dracos and I look up to it. Draco reached for his wand still looking up to the bag, I have a clue to what or who might be in the rack and I think Draco does as well. I reached for his hand shaking my head ‘no’ now wasn't the time with all these people around.

“Later.” I whispered, not moving my head from his shoulder. If Potter wasn't so obvious he might have heard. The rest of the ride was met in silence as Draco refused to say anything unless it was small talk.

As the Hogwarts express pulled into the station Draco and I stayed behind. Draco pulled down our bags gripping onto the handle.

“Go guys, we'll meet up in a bit. I think I left something in the bathroom.” I shooed Pansy and Blaise away. They know Draco and I are like glue so they didn't expect him to leave me alone. Walking out the train cart Draco lets the blinds down with a spell closing the door in the process.

“Didn’t mummy ever tell you it’s bad manners to eavesdrop, Potter? Petrificus Totalus!” Draco points his wand to the luggage rack. Harry hits the floor with a thump. I moved Harry's Invisibility cloak revealing him paralized to the floor.

“She can't remember she's been dead before he could wipe the drool off his face.” I smirk looking bored at Harry’s shocked expression at my response. Unusually I would just watch ‘helplessly’ as Draco made fun of him but never participated.

Draco brought his foot down onto Harry’s face snapping his nose blood pooling from it. I move the invisibility cloak onto Harry faking a pout.

“Enjoy the ride back to London.” Draco spat.

“Goodbye Harry” I fully covered his face, Draco already at the door with the rest of our bags to the carriages. Walking up you our carriage of course there needed to be an issue

“It's not a cane, you cretin.It’s a walking stick.” Flinched passed a metal detector over the stick in question. If I could I would flash us into hogwart by now but ‘no’ that's gonna raise suspicion.

“And what exactly would you be wanting with a walking stick?” Aren't these muggle lovers supposed to be sensitive?

“It's his Fathers you insensitive bastard.” I sneered leaning on the carriage.

“Was his fathers.” Snape separated himself from the shadows. Draco, eyeing him warily, snatching the stick from Filch.

“Is my father’s. He’s not dead.” He was sent to Alatraz and all of a sudden they don't even mention him in the present no wonder Draco hates it here. Draco carefully wraps the stick in felt, laying it back inside his trunk.

“It’s alright, Mr. Filch. I can vouch for Mr. Malfoy and Mrs. Wayne.” Snape says putting the last of the things into the carriage. Instead of coming in with me Snape and Draco walked besides it while it moved. Turning around Draco caught Harry looking at him. I followed his gaze at Potter with a crooked nose.

“Nice face, Potter.” Draco called out as Potter was no longer in sight.

“My mother told me what you're doing for Draco. She also told me what you know. Are you sure you're willing to leave all of this. Betray the people you call your friends for the dark lord.” I turned my attention to snape. Is it really wise to have someone willing to betray the people he was around for so long.

“These people were never my friends, merely a cover until you godfather came back to make his claim.” I didn't want to question him too much in fear of others hearing but for now it satisfied my curiosity. Good to know someone on the inside was watching. Glancing ast Draco who looked deep in thought I snapped my fingers at him.

“What are you thinking about, ferret?” I chuckled at the name given to him after he was changed to one a year ago. He wasn't too fond of it but I couldn't care.

“You know I hate when you call me that.” he snapped.

“Just answer.” I chuckled.

“Just thinking about father. Do you think that he will get out.” I hadn't even thought about it, both of our fathers were locked up. I hadn't had the time to really think about it. It was the first summer my father, both our fathers were not home when we returned from Hogwarts. We hadn't been able to go on our family trip. Everything changed this summer.

“Draco, you don't trust godfather, trust me. I will do everything I can to get them out I swear.” He smiled up at me. I stepped out of the carriage wanting to walk with him. He pulled me close to him kissing the ring he gave to me during the triwizard games. Hogwarts was in our sights looking up. I let out a breath. Being here again made me realize this yeari will finally be doing something important and worthy rather than having these people suck up to me for my name.

“Are you ready.” Draco asked. Looking back Snape let out a breath looking like he's over this already.

“Born ready.”

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Gateway Drug | Part Eighty-One

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"Babe?" I call as I come in from the hottub, wrapped in a towel, holding my bottle of Pepsi.

Duff's sitting on the couch when I come in, reaching his hand out to grab mine.

"We're celebrating tonight," Duffs tells me, grinning around his cigarette, and I raise my brows.

"For what?" I question him curiously.

"It's been two months since we started dating." He replies.

"And that's worth celebrating?" It comes out before I can stop myself and his smile slowly falters.

"I think so, but if you don't want to—"

"—I didn't mean for it to come out like that, Duff." I tell him.

"No, Viv, it's fine." He assures me.

"I meant, we aren't really a couple, so—" I stop myself once more realizing the grave I'm digging myself as he looks at me with a slightly raised brow, blowing smoke from his nose. "—I'm gonna shut up. What time are we going out?"

"Just whenever." He mumbles and I frown a little.

"Duff, I didn't mean it like that, either, alright? I didn't think you actually considered us a 'couple' since I'm still technically married and you're like a mistress or something." I run a hand through my hair.

"Well, we're having sex, we go out together, we have conversations about our future together, neither of us are seeing other people or have an interest in seeing other people—I assume—so, either we're dating or wasting each other's time."

"Okay, we're dating." I say.

"Are you sure?"

"Duff, seriously?" I question.

"I'm dropping it." He ignores me, reaching for his cigarettes on the coffee table. "I gotta go grab a couple things from my apartment and I'll be back later."

"Alright." I reply, taking in a deep breath before mentioning, "hey if you get back and I'm not here it's because I'm gonna try to find Izzy a little later because we need to talk about something."

"Alright, I love you." He kisses my hair quickly and grabs his keys.

"I love you too." I tell him and he shuts the door.

As soon as he's gone I'm rushing to the guest bathroom and opening the cabinet under the sink, grabbing the grocery bag of pregnancy tests that have yet to be taken.

"God, if you love me…" I say, finishing the prayer in my mind.

Children are and always have been a blessing in my eyes, but that didn't mean I wanted a child then.

"Well, I'll be damned." Izzy mumbles, eyes squinting slightly, holding the test I plopped onto the bar in front of him as he peers into the little window of plastic, seeing another, "|" as opposed to the recent "||" we had seen on my first test.

This is negative test number five of five taken over the course of three days…

"I'm not pregnant." I repeat to him, taking this last test as the set in stone reality.

"Congrats, your gig isn't quite up, yet." He says, grinning crookedly and I roll my eyes as he throws back another shot before saying, "So, here ya go," he digs in his pocket and puts two condoms packets on the bar in front of me, making me shove at his arm, "you obviously don't have any." He states.

"I do, I just don't like using them." I reply, glancing around, seeing the coast is clear of anyone I know in the crowded room.

"You like living on the edge or something?" He questions, aggravating me.

"I like..." I hesitate instead of brazenly saying what I want to. "...you know…"

He furrows his brows and looks at me for a moment.

"...You like what?" He asks me, genuinely not understanding and I sigh.

"I like…that." I widen my eyes slightly for "that," hoping he catches on.

Nothing.

"I don't understand half of what you say so—"

"—I like cum." I rip the bandaid off and he spits his drink out, squeezing his eyes closed to brace the burn of whiskey through his nostrils as well. "And ya know what? It loses its appeal when it's gummed up at the bottom of latex." I add, just to gross him out more.

"Viv, I didn't need to know that!" He scolds me, groaning, rubbing his face.

"Understand me now?" I sarcastically demand.

"Ughh," he wrinkles his nose.

"I like to feel i—"

"Shut up!" He covers his ears and I laugh. "Damn it, Vivian, go back to damn near leaving the room anytime someone mentioned sex." He complains.

"I don't feel weird about talking to you about it because you're like a girl friend." I shrug and he glares at me.

"I'm what?"

"Like a girl friend." I restate and he raises his brows.

"A girl friend?"

"Yeah." I nod.

"You really know how to break a man's balls without even thinking fucking twice about it." He gripes.

"I didn't mean anything bad by that." I say, genuinely.

"You don't tell a guy he's like a girl friend." He argues.

"Well, you are."

"Are what?" Axl's voice is over the crowd and me and Izzy both snatch at the test before he grabs it and hides it in his jacket pocket.

"Wondering what's going on with you and Tansy?" I change the subject quickly when he gets to us and he tries to hide his smile.

"Don't worry about it." He states.

Axl and Tansy, in a new-found relationship, were in a whirlwind of puppy love. So much so that not even a week later, Axl would propose and she would inevitably say, "yes."

"Where's Duff and the guys?" I ask Axl as he grabs a drink and sits beside Izzy and I, lighting a cigarette.

"Steven's with some Cheryl chick, Slash is next door at the strip bar, and Duff…" he trails off, furrowing his brows, "...I don't know where Duff is."

"Oh, well, we were supposed to go out tonight to celebrate our two month." I explain.

"Well, I haven't seen him." Axl shrugs.

"He said he was going to his apartment." I add.

"Haven't seen him." He replies again and I sigh.

"Okay, then, I'm probably gonna head home and just wait there for him."

"He's staying with you?" Axl asks and I nod.

"Yeah?"

"In Nikki's house?" Izzy adds.

"...Yes?"

They look at each other and then look at me.

"What?"

"Whore around much?" Axl comments, about to throw back his shot but I knock the glass from his hand and tiredly glare at him.

"A lot, actually." I reply. "Screw you."

I turn to go.

"Viv, c'mon," Izzy sighs as Axl storms off.

"No, I have some more whoring to go do while my husband's off." I tell him.

"He's an asshole, Vivian, you know that." He says in reference to Axl but I just keep walking.

When I get on the street, I head next door to see if he's by any chance with Slash.

Before I can head that way, I'm halting at the sound of a sharp whistle followed by, "God damn!"

Getting ready to get arrested, again, I turn and my hostility melts away.

Robbin's grinning at me.

"Where the hell have you been?!" I ask him as he walks to me.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing." He states, hugging me. "I've seen all the shit in the press and figured you'd gone to Japan with Nikki to work things out or whatever." He adds.

"There is no 'working things out,' Robbin." I reply and he furrows his brows.

"What?"

"I'm filing for a divorce when he gets back." I explain.

"What? No, Viv, you can't do that, you guys are Nikki and Viv." He tells me.

"No, we're Nikki and Heroin and Mistress and Viv." I smartly shoot back.

"I hate that you guys gotta go through this." He admits.

"Well, we got married knowing it might not work out." I shrug.

"Yeah, but seeing you two being married and making it work got me to realize it's something I want, too, you know? I just didn't think it'd be like this. You two used to be obsessed with each other." He rubs the back of his neck, frowning a little.

"Well, it is what it is, Robbin." I say.

"It's bullshit is what it is."

"Talk to him about it." I scoff.

"Rob, c'mon!" A couple friends he's with call down the street and we both look in their direction.

"Well, it was nice seeing you, we need to see each other more often, you know." I smile softly at him and he nods.

"I hope things work out, Viv. I really do." He reassures me and I nod.

"Thanks."

"See ya later." He grins, patting my cheek before going to his buddies.

"Later." I mumble as he goes.

I breathe out and head into the strip joint, not finding Slash or Duff or anyone I knew.

I eventually give up and just go home because I need to finish decorating for Christmas, anyway.

Hoping to find Duff at home, I instead come in to an empty house and a sleepy Whisky.

"Hey, boy." I step to him and reach down, petting him, feeling a small ache in my heart realizing how much he's grown since Nikki first got him a few months ago.

We were happy when he first got him.

Now look at us.

I force it out of mind and decide to get distracted with Christmas.

I should've got a shower and gone to bed because I ended up getting thrown into a pit of heartbreak all over again whilst trying to find our star for the Christmas tree that I swore I had put in a closet at some point last year to move it out of the way…

"C'mon, you've got it be here somewhere." I mumble, digging around on the top shelf, my hand feeling something familiar.

I furrow my brows and lift the random junk to see the Bible Nikki had gotten me for valentines day this year that had "gotten lost."

The star is a distant memory as I grab the Bible and step off the step-stool I was using and innocently open it where the ribbon is tucked by the back cover.

I see a scribbling of Nikki's handwriting.

Vivian,

I don't know if it's offensive to write in one of these, but my place in hell is already solidified so I might as well piss God off some more. Sorry, I know you don't like when I say I'm going to hell even though we both know it's true. The one problem I have with where I'm fated to spend eternity, is that I know you won't be there. I realized this exactly one year ago. I came pretty close to being over with and I would be burning currently (or just laying in the fucking ground, or flying around as a reincarnated bird, whatever the hell happens to us when we go) had I not made it through. I know I'm scaring you with how much I do, Viv. I hear you talking to God about it when you pray. You're afraid I'm not going to wake up one day. I'm afraid, too. I know, right, Nikki Sixx is scared of something, who would've thought? I'm afraid I'm going to take my last breath without telling you how much I love you. I knew I loved you that night you snuck me into your window and asked me to help you bullshit that damn thesis paper for your final. That was six years ago, almost, and I wish I would have been telling you that I love you all along, maybe it would have changed the path of certain things that have happened. I'm sorry for what I've done, what I'm doing, and what I will do. It's my cross to carry. It's not your fault, it never has been, it never will be. I hope you can forgive me if I'm not here this time next year...if I don't get any better, I'll be in a coffin before our tour ends. Jeez, this sounds like a suicide note. I promise that's not why I'm writing this. I hope I'm around as long as you are. I hope we're together in the next life, whether it's as two birds that mate for life, pecking at each other's eyes, or our spirits just find one another. If God is real, all I'll need is for him to let me know you've made it up there and that you'll be okay, and I'll go to Hell and take the brimstone and fire for all the damage I've done. Just don't forget me, whatever happens. I won't ever forget you. I love you, Vivian. I won't ever forget you. I love you.

—Nikki

My body locks up, my joints tensing, my nose burning as tears come to my eyes...I start shaking, an uncomfortable lump clogging my throat...fury encapsulates me.

I'm throwing the Bible at the wall, pulling at my hair, screaming and yelling incomprehensibly before finally choking out, "why didn't you tell me this?!" I bark at Nikki who's across the country and can't hear me.

But I'm saying it loud enough that he probably could if he really tried.

I guess a part of me might've considered staying with him had he expressed his feelings to me earlier on in our relationship. It's nice to hear, "I love you," even if someone doesn't mean it.

I felt robbed. I felt I deserved for Nikki to tell me that before I found out about Vanity...before he started choosing drugs over me...before I started sleeping with someone else…

I lay down and just stare at the mirror ceiling looking back at me, an ugly crack causing my reflection to scatter in multiples.

Nikki must've broken it at some point before leaving.

I don't know what the point of getting a mirrored ceiling was...perversion or whatever, I suppose. But the money and time spent repairing the damn thing over the years…

I glance at Whisky, curled up on Nikki's side of the bed, talking in his sleep while his back legs twitch a little.

Maybe he's actually reliving a good memory of Nikki.

All I can think of is,

"I got on it to help with my shoulder and finish my parts of the album so it would be ready in time." He tells me honestly.

"And your shoulder's healed now, Nikki. So why are you still bothering with it?" I ask, looking at him.

"It's not like I'm injecting the shit, Vivian." He argues, getting defensive. "Go read your Bible or pray or something...anything."***

And,

I throw the syringe at him, screaming out, "when did you start doing this?!" as tears reappear in my eyes.

I expect him to come fight me, he instead ignores my outburst and leans down to grab the box of needles.

I get up and follow after him, my hands shoving at his back, nearly causing him to trip over himself.

"Answer my fucking question!" I demand him, my voice shaking. I get the reaction I want, the plastic of syringes and metal of needles colliding loudly with the wall when he throws the box of them angrily and spins around.

"Vivian, it's just recreational. It's not serious. I got it under control." He tries to defend himself and I close my eyes, realizing I'll never win.

Then,

"Andy." I cry out, keeping my hands on Nikki's chest, but the Finnish rockstar keeps yelling back and forth with the dealer. "Andy." I repeat, louder, but he still doesn't hear me. "Andy!" I'm pleading in a holler, catching his attention. "I-I can't do this, I'm sick, just call an ambulance!" I beg and Andy heads to the phone hanging on the wall.

And,

"Vince, I'm scared." I say in a whisper.

"Viv, you guys are gonna be okay. I'm sure you'll find a way take fix things just to spite people saying you two won't last." He assures me, his hand rubbing comfortingly up and down my back. "Look at me." He says and I do, and he wipes at my tears. "It'll be fine, alright?" I nod. "Okay?"

"Okay." I reply, sniffling again.

Also,

I'm hitting the floor as fast as I can, screaming as my ears ache from the noise as he just starts shooting repeatedly, and the house shakes, my only chance of protection is getting under the bed and I rush to get there, covering my ears as my spine paralyzes with fear and more shots fire out. I hear things in our house breaking and shattering from buckshot that flies through the open doorway as Nikki is shouting "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" with raw tears in his voice.

Then,

"I'm getting married, look." Vanity states, taking her left hand out of Arsenio's hold and flashes a shining ring on her ring finger and my ears perk up, apparently Tansy's pulled from her drugged stupor, because her heavy eye lids pop open and her face pales when I look at her as I hear Arsenio comment, "okay, um, here's something for Jett magazine," going with the sudden turn of events presented by the starlet.

"Did you know she was engaged?" I ask Tansy and she's at a loss of words. "I didn't even know she was dating anybody."

"Vivian." Tansy's tone is dreadful and I wait for her to tell me about it, Arsenio cracking jokes in the background, causing Vanity's enthusiastic laughter to infiltrate the room.

"This is a beautiful ring." He states, grabbing my attention once more.

"Isn't it pretty?" Vanity agrees as he examines the rock on her finger.

"You, didn't you--"

"--Nikki Sixx." She interrupts him, and my brows furrow even more, confusion taking over me.***

And,

"How could you do this to me?!" I cry out as he starts trying to walk to me, trying to keep his anger low, but I get away from him, throwing a hotel lamp at him, only for it to shatter on the wall behind him. "What did I do to make you hate me so fucking much, Nikki?! To make you pursue another girl--one of my friends--so fucking hard that you propose to her?! Am I just that fucking forgettable?!" I'm throwing dirty dishes Tommy's used tonight, all of them breaking when they miss Nikki by merely centimeters, hitting the wall.

"Vivian, fuck it off!" He barks and I grab Tommy's switchblade off the nightstand, throwing it next, and it barely misses Nikki's face.

"I hate you!" I say back. "I fucking hate you!"

Finally,

“What's new…" He says with a small smirk, thinking about something before the corners of his mouth fall slowly. "...I've done a lot of shit." He starts and I look at him. "Shit I'm not proud of. I don't fucking know when to just do something a little bit. I can't have a bump, I've gotta go through an eight ball as fast as possible. I can't have a drink, I gotta drink the place dry. I can't have a serious girlfriend, I've gotta marry her." He says, and I glance at him and he shakes his head. "I can't just have a one-night stand, I gotta have a fucking affair." He finishes and I lick my lips, keeping my tears back. "This might be fucked up, but I've realized I don't feel like I shouldn't have had anything with her." He says in reference to Vanity and I furrow my brows. "I just feel like we shouldn't have gotten married to begin with."

I decide to have mercy on myself, refusing to relive anymore of our memories--good or bad--because they don't matter anymore and I don't even give myself time to think about how he finally decided to tell me he loved me after six years of jumping through hoops trying to earn it from him.

Careful not to wake the dog, I get out of bed, hearing Duff's car pull into the driveway, and glance at the clock.

How is it already 4:00a.m.?

I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach, excited to see him because I've missed him.

When he gets in, he braces himself against the doorway of the foyer, cursing under his breath when his feet dare to slip from underneath him.

"Did you have fun?" I ask him softly, smiling at him and he slowly lifts his head to look at me.

"Y-You're still up?" He asks me, rubbing his face and I chuckle, taking a step to him.

"Yeah?" I reply, wrapping my arms around his waist…

...Noticing he's keeping his hand on his eyes as if he's rubbing them, and his lids are squeezed together.

"Are you okay?" I ask next, reaching up to pull his hand away from his eyes but he stops me.

"Yeah, baby, I'm fine, just go to bed and I'll be there in a second." He tells me calmly, slurring a little.

"Duff, what's wrong?" I don't listen, not buying it for a second.

"Viv…" he sounds disappointed. "Izzy'll be in here in a second."

"Just look at me," I giggle and move his hand again and he hesitates for a second, before sighing, looking me in the eyes.

I can't speak as pin-pointed pupils look down at me, the sudden smell of smack fumes on his clothes invades me, faint but still there.

I go to open my mouth to speak but I can't…

He's floating on heroin and my hopes of normality are drowned.

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girlpornparadise · 4 years

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The Caged Bird Moans (pt 1)

Pairing: Diego Jimenez/f!Reader (Power - Starz)

Word Count: ~2600

Warnings: It's a bit Stockholm syndromey, but that's not a real thing anyway (look it up). Not exactly non-con, but it skirts the idea, so if power disparities aren't your jam, please move along. It just real dirty. SMUT!

Personal ramble: Would anyone actually react like this to the situation I've set forth? No. But just as the pizza guy is never hot and doesn't offer you his extra sausage, this is porn people! So suspend your disbelief and don't hate on me for my bullsh*t.

I also wrote all this nonsense a week ago before I read anything from the lovely @1zashreena1 , @heresathreebee or @nicke0115 so sorry if it looks similar, I swear it's a coincidence.

"Ouch", you think to yourself but instead swallow the pain. Your arm hurts under the firm grasp of the thug dragging you from the elevator into the spacious penthouse.

"Be careful with that." Says a commanding voice from across the room.

The grip loosens, but he's still using your momentum to force you forward. You stumble, unsure of just how much danger you are in.

As you take in your surroundings the owner of the voice turns around and approaches you. He looks you up and down, examining you like a prize he had won.

"We can't afford to damage her." He states plainly, looking at the man still holding you in place.

As he examines you, you examine him right back. Whereas he is doing it in an obvious way, head nodding to rake his eyes over you, you move your eyes only, unable to control your body in this moment. You follow the carefully polished boots up past the fitted black jeans to the black buttoned up shirt with the slight sheen to it, that accentuates his frame. Everything is obviously expensive and very deliberately chosen. As your eyes settle on his face, a recognization dawns on you. Diego Jimenez. One of the heads of the Jiminez cartel. His reputation was well known to you. An unstable, merciless man whose penchant for partying made him a big name in certain circles. You were scared before, but now your body goes rigid with fear and your gaze hits the floor with force.

Though you're no longer looking at him directly you can sense his smugness and satisfaction at knowing you are now showing the appropriate amount of fear for the situation you're in. Maybe it's your hind brain telling you you are in the presence of an apex predator. Maybe it was the clipped snort he let out, tinged with amusement as he nodded with approval.

After what feels like an eternity, but was probably mere seconds, he speaks again.

"Take her to the guest room." He orders the man still firmly gripping your arm. "Lock this little bird in her cage."

Dragging you again, this time down the hall, Diego's orders are followed to completion. You are practically thrown into the room as the door slams shut behind you.

You stumble, catching yourself on the bed. You collapse onto it as tears prick your eyes and subsequently fall down your cheeks. You begin to sob, but muffle it in the covers, assuming someone is standing guard outside and not wanting to seem even weaker in such an intense situation. But the tears flow freely as the shock of what's happened slowly wears off and you begin to process the details of your abduction.

You hadn't grown up in this world, though your ties to it were strong. You were part of the Bennet family, a rival cartel, headed by your grandfather. He insisted you grow up distanced from this world. A world of violence and cruelty. A world of drugs and guns and transactions ending in death. Based on your current reaction, you couldn't help but think maybe it was because you're so weak. Both you and he knew it was true, you were too soft to be a part of the business, too kind to do what would be required of you. So he kept you away, from his city and his dealings and all of the darkness that came with it.

You were in town for a rare family visit when you were taken without warning, snatched from the street at gunpoint. They were able to do it without drawing attention, entirely professional, and you complied with their every demand as a sense of terror ripped through you.

And now here you were, trapped by a barbarous stranger who could end your life at any moment without a second thought.

As you wore yourself out from crying, you began to take in the room, determined to get your bearings. It was sparsely decorated, obviously the work of a man unattached. It was also immaculately clean, obviously the work of his maid. As your breathing slows and your senses sharpen, you become aware that the comforter you are still on top of is plush and expensive, like the kind found at a swanky hotel.

Curiosity returning with your senses, you walk over to the window that stretches from floor to ceiling and take in the impressive view of the city. If the long elevator ride weren't a clear enough indicator, the view tells you that you are in the penthouse of a very upscale building.

Next to the window is a large bathroom and you walk in. You splash cold water on your face and dry it on one of the plush towels. You can't help be momentarily amused by how well stocked the room is with soaps and lotions. There were definitely worse places to be trapped. Was this the definition of a gilded cage?

As you settle down, you take off your shoes and sit back down on the bed. You're exhausted to your core, and you sink into the mattress, wanting to disappear. You want to keep your wits about you, alert and on guard, but instead the stress combined with the late hour forces you to sleep.

You are woken up abruptly the following morning when the door swings open and you are literally dragged out of bed by the same man as yesterday.

You're a bleary eyed, rumpled mess and the same fear and pain shoot through you as you remember where you are and how you got there. Your breathing is shallow as you try not to panic.

You've been dragged before Diego who is standing imposingly before you, hands clasped in front of him, chin slightly upward so he can look down his nose at you.

He examines you once more and you can tell he's disgusted by what he sees.

"Get our guest something to wear." He barks. "And get her something to eat. We can't bargain if she's broken."

As he turns away from you to resume whatever you interrupted, you catch the flash of the gun in his waistband and the fear settles once again in the pit of your stomach.

You are escorted back to the room forcefully and your mind is racing. You know everyone who comes through the penthouse is armed to the teeth and there's no chance of escape. You're not just weak, you're helpless. You assume you're being held for some kind of ransom, probably territory or resources as opposed to money, and you silently pray that a deal for your release is struck quickly so this nightmare can be over.

Soon after, the door opens and a housekeeper enters carrying a couple of bags of clothes. She doesn't look you in the eye and you wouldn't know what to say to her anyway.

Once she has left, you rummage through the clothes. There's nothing there you'd pick for yourself, but you settle on a white fitted t-shirt and jeans. You carry them with you into the bathroom along with a handful of drugstore makeup you find in the bottom of the bag.

You look at yourself in the mirror and the reason for Diego's revulsion becomes clear. Your clothes are wrinkled and creased and your mascara is smudged under your eyes. You lock the bathroom door behind you, strip down and take a shower. The running water calms you and once you finish you get dressed and approximate your normal makeup routine with what you have. If you're going to put on a brave front, you need to be as put together as possible.

When you emerge from the bathroom a tray of breakfast is waiting on the nightstand next to the bed. Eggs sunny side up and toast, simple and straightforward. You devour it greedily since you haven't eaten since lunch yesterday.

The day passes with 2 more meals brought to you by the same housekeeper at the appropriate intervals. In the absence of your phone, you distract yourself with mindless TV on the rather large set opposite the bed. You don't take in much as you think about your predicament and then try to force those thoughts of the worst case scenario from your mind.

Your sleep that night is restless.

You are brought before Diego once again in the morning, shortly after you wake.

This time you are allowed to walk under your own power, though your legs feel wobbly and your feet unsure as you approach him.

You're wearing a cotton t-shirt and shorts, the closest thing you could find to pajamas. As he looks at you, you become painfully aware that you're not wearing underwear, his eyes seeming to stop at all the places where it should be.

You are at least able to look at him and take in more this time. He's clad in a similar black button up shirt and black jeans as yesterday, a uniform of sorts to convey his status. His hair is neatly cut and accentuates his angles, sharp jaw and well placed cheekbones. His greying facial hair gives him some earned distinction and his expression is hard and deliberate to elicit a specific reaction of fear. Through the careful tailoring of his shirt you can see that his body is sturdy and muscular. His tense posture using his frame to his advantage, making him seem larger than he actually is. You know to fear him, but he may be the most attractive man you've ever seen in real life.

He obviously cultivates an aura of power, and you can't help but be drawn to him as an Alpha Male. As you steel yourself, you dare to look him in the eyes. His eyes are cold but impossibly magnetic and you can't look away. He's looking back at you now, into you. Your heart forgets how to beat in rhythm and you swallow thickly.

He sees your fear and is clearly amused by it.

"Breakfast will be ready soon. You should go take a shower." He says, his lips curling upwards.

"I, I was going to." you stammer.

"Good girl." It comes out as almost a purr and sends a shiver down your spine.

This time it's Diego, not his associate who accompanies you back to the bedroom. His hand is hovering above the small of your back, ushering you forward while maintaining a small distance. You enter the room and the lock clicks behind you.

You turn to see that he's still in the room and with his gaze set upon you, you begin to back away towards the bathroom, afraid to turn your back on him. This was clearly his intended effect.

You expect him to leave, but he's doing the opposite. He is stalking forward. Your heart is pounding out of your chest and your uneven breathing becomes gulping for air.

As he closes the gap between your bodies, he repeats his suggestion. "You should go take a shower." It's not a suggestion though, it's a command.

He leans in. "Go on." His lips are close enough to your ear that his breath catches in your hair.

His thick body is now urging you through the bathroom doorway by its approach. You back through it, still transfixed by his gaze.

You glance side eyed to your left at the shower that takes up the far wall. It's one of those large walk-in showers with a stone floor and a rain showerhead. It suddenly seems less like a shower and feels more like a trap about to spring shut.

"Take off your clothes." He says. He's not asking.

You gulp, your eyes have gone wide at the demand.

"Take. Off. Your. Clothes." He repeats in a tone that is both amused and losing patience. He raises his eyebrows slightly as he says it.

You look away, ashamed, and slowly and nervously acquiesce. You stand before him completely naked and try to avert your gaze. You are drawing your body inward, trying to conceal yourself in any way you can.

"Turn on the water." he says with his wicked smile widening.

You turn on the shower and wait for it to warm. It dawns on you that there's no shower curtain to protect you or glass wall to hide behind. You are fully exposed and will remain so.

You step under the water, unsure of what to do next. You'd obviously showered hundreds of times, but this wasn't a shower. It was a show.

"Wash yourself." His voice is quieter, more of a harsh whisper.

You grab a washcloth and pump the foaming body wash onto it. You rub it on the back of your neck and slowly work your way down to your shoulders. Your nerves have subsided a little as the water washes over your skin.

He's mesmerized by the motion of your hands and you drag the washcloth across your collarbones and down to your breasts, where you languidly rub them with the cloth as well as your free hand.

Your nipples harden at your own touch. He notices and his tongue drags over his bottom lip. You close your eyes in an attempt to momentarily escape.

When you open your eyes you notice him shift his weight and catch a glimpse of the shift in his muscles under his shirt. You get a rush as you feel the power dynamic shift slightly. You are slow to rub the washcloth down your legs and you arch your back slightly as you bend over, purposely sticking out your ass more than you naturally would.

His eyes are dark with lust and you can feel the warmth radiating from between your own legs.

"Rub your clit." He says, reclaiming his power.

You look at him with shocked eyes and your eyebrows knit.

"You heard me." he says. "I won't ask again." His head tilting slightly.

You put the washcloth aside and tentatively slide your middle finger between your thighs to your bundle of nerves. You notice how wet you already are and using gentle pressure you begin to rubbing in circles.

You close your eyes and swallow as your walls contract and release. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier until you're panting. Panting and touching yourself for this fixated man.

"Cum for me." He demands. "I need to see you cum."

You think to fake an orgasm. To end this little game he's playing, but it's too late. Your finger presses harder on your clit and you tremble as the real thing rips through you. You close your eyes and cry out with abandon.

When you regain yourself you look at him. You are raw and exposed and at your most vulnerable. His mouth is in a wide smile and his eyes gleam with satisfaction.

He reaches out to you, towel in hand. You steady yourself, turn off the water, and take the towel from him. You wrap it around yourself, suddenly panged with shame at how readily you revealed your most intimate self to this menacing stranger. Your posture closes, and reflects your return to shyness.

"Good girl." He says, and you feel the words like honey dripping in your ears.

He turns and leaves, his confident stride drawing your attention to how his jeans hug his perfect behind.

You dry yourself off and as you get to your inner thighs you're reminded of how wet you are. How wet you are for him. You want to blame the shower, but you know the truth. You're spellbound by this man, and god are you in trouble.

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patchoulimademoiselle · 4 years

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Guilty. (Part 1.)

Part One.

Steve Rogers (Lawyer AU) x Reader Insert.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: Work place romance, smoking, self destructive habits, language, adult themes. (No smut just yet lol.)

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Part One:

Your cell phone rings, a sound that pulls a loud groan from the back of your throat, the sandwich in your hand thrown down onto your desk as you blindly dig through your purse for it, eyes sharp as you stare at the girl sitting across from you, Wanda. "It's my boss," Your tone is clipped as you look down, "Stay quiet."

You sigh, push your hair from your face as if he could see how relaxed you were moments ago, muster up a second wind of energy, and rise to your feet as you take the call. "Steve, finished so soon?"

"Cut the shit, Y/n." He's speaking over the plastic straw between his teeth, sipping on an iced coffee no doubt. "I know you're goofing off with that stupid assistant of yours."

You're lucky he isn't on speaker, and you walk quickly out of Wanda's ear shot. "Be nice! She's new, just like I was."

He hums, the sound of his dress shoes clicking against pavement and cars driving past tells you he's walking. "But you were never dull, never as dense. You wouldn't still work for me otherwise."

You, an assistant, were gifted your own assistant. The work load you take on under Rogers overwhelms the responsibility you still have at the firm, and so they decided to assign someone under you, unheard of and argued among the people above you, but Steve thought it was a good idea. All he saw was dollar signs, you moving up with your reputation and gifting him a chance to charge more for both of your services in the court room.

But Wanda was young, too young to understand the importance of the work she does here, too hung up on boys and partying to see her job as anything other than a job.

"You didn't call me to talk about this." You push open the doors to the balcony in his office, stepping outside for fresh air.

"No, I didn't. I'm done with my client, I'm sending you my location."

He doesn't give you a chance to protest, hanging up the call, a text message coming through seconds later. You groan, heeled foot tapping on the pavement as you weigh your options. You had expected to have at least another two hours free to train Wanda, but that had just been stolen from right under your nose.

You count your steps back to your desk, a nervous tick you picked up in law school, plopping back down to finish your sandwich, roasted turkey breast with all the trimming.

"Wanda," You speak over half chewed food, manners gone out the window in your rush to find an excuse to slip away. "I've been called out, something important has come up with a new client." Her eyes snap up to you from the stack of papers in front of her. "I'll be back as soon as I can, just stay by your phone and I'll let you know what's going on."

She looks nervous, never left here in your office alone before, and you feel bad, remembering how it felt to be new in such a large place. This was a building full of people with their heads in their asses, established lawyers with years of experience under their belts. She was prey among wolves, protected only by your presence, and now you were leaving her.

"Don't leave this office unless it's to use the bathroom." You say. "Don't be loud, don't speak to anyone, keep your head down and stay out of trouble."

All things you wish Steve had told you, all things you had to learn on your own. It's hard being a woman studying law, you're automatically ruled out simply for being a woman.

You offer her a gentle smile, reaching into your wallet and pulling out a twenty dollar bill. "Door Dash some food if you want, or waste it in the vending machine, just remember to take a break and hydrate yourself."

She looks doe eyed, "Thank you." She says, and you're tempted to just bring her along and shove her into the back seat of your car, tell her to stay quiet and to not repeat anything she might hear.

But Steve would throw a fit, you can see it now, a ghost of a smile coats your lips as you leave her behind, stuffing the last of your sandwich into your mouth as you scoop up your purse.

You're tired, Steve called you in early this morning to get some work done before your assistant was scheduled to come in. A new case was dropped on his desk, and you made arrangements for him to meet with his new client immediately. He took a cab, slightly annoyed that you weren't free to take him there, but there was no excuse now, not with your assistant busy at work, you could slip away for a little while to do the second part of your job, assist big shot lawyer Steve Rogers.

The address he gave you was a coffee shop, but naturally he's walked a good block away from it by now, bored and restless in the city of New York waiting around for you, and you honk your horn when you see him walking, phone pressed to his ear.

He gets in, tossing his brief case in the back seat, pressing his phone to his chest. "Find some food? I could go for a burger."

Steve is very particular about what he eats, especially all American classics. He's craving something greasy probably, a nice greasy sloppy burger with salty fries and a thick shake. You're slightly pissed that you ate already, because eating again will ruin your appetite for dinner, but you wouldn't turn down the opportunity for good food, especially if Steve is going to be paying.

He wraps up his phone call just as you swing by Five Guys, parallel parking across the street from the diner. He stares at you for a moment, eyes squinted and glaring until you pull a face at him. "What?" You ask, shifting in your seat.

"This case is being paid for by the state, our client has no money." He says, "He's suing because of wage violations."

You shrug, settling back into your seat, not understanding his tone or expression. "So? This is easy for you."

"It's against Stark Industries."

You frown, eyebrows knit. "Oh shit."

"Yeah," His chuckle is almost nervous, pushing the car door open to get out. "Shit."

You walk across the street together, and you make a show of clinging to his arm for support. He glares down at you, but let's you, baby blue's almost welcoming your touch as he helps you across the street. Then he's shrugging you off and ushering you inside the diner.

"I'll pay," He says. "But the next one is on you."

You kiss his cheek in thanks, whispering your order in his ear and then ducking off into the ladies room, running wet fingers through your hair and swiping on a new coat of smudge proof lipstick.

Your relationship with Steve Rogers is a complicated one. There's chemistry, obvious chemistry that often leaves you flustered, just like this, but he refuses to do anything about it. In fact, you've talked about it before, the backs of your thighs pressed to his desk top as he kissed you, telling you that he couldn't, wouldn't go any farther because if his career has taught him anything at all it's that you don't shit where you eat. If word got out that you two were an item, you would be torn to shreds in the court room, all credibility out of the window, and he would be forced to fire you to save his reputation.

But it's still there, lingering in the way he looks at you and talks to you. That fire is still there, and one day it was going to consume you both.

You undo a couple buttons on your shirt and untuck it from your skirt, rolling up your sleeves and letting go for a moment, the heels you wear suffocate your feet, so you slip out of them, carrying them back out into the seating area to find Steve. He's sitting in a booth next to the window, glaring sharply at you as you walk over, your food waiting for you.

"You look like a slut."

You laugh, snatching up your milkshake as you sit, sucking the thick liquid through a straw. "No, I look like I'm not stressed out for once." You nod to him him for emphasis, his forehead wrinkled. "You should try it."

He's wearing his suit jacket still, which he quickly shrugs off and places beside him. He rolls up his sleeves as well, plucking a fry from his plate as he alternates sleeves, eyes never leaving you as he copies your current state, reaching up to undo his tie and unbutton the top of his shirt.

"Better?" He sweeps a hand through his hair, reaching for his own shake, and it makes you smile.

The sun hits his face just right, lashes looking elongated against his cheeks each time he blinks, the direct sunlight revealing a hint of green hidden in his eyes.

"Much," You reach for your burger, needing to distract yourself. "Now tell me about this guy."

"Barnes." He says, clearing his throat, talking around a mouth full of chocolate shake. "James Barnes. He's owed two weeks of pay and Stark Industries is refusing to pay it, something about the prosthetic he wears being a violation of his working contract."

"That's bullshit."

"Sure, but Stark has good lawyers." He says, fingers pinching up a bunch of fries. "He'll find a loop hole."

"So what are we going to do?" You ask, juice from your burger coats your fingers, and your chin, hands too full to wipe the mess away.

Steve regards you for a moment, takes you in as the mess you are, and his touch is gentle as he reaches over with a napkin to wipe your face. "You are going to sit in your office and dig up everything you can on Stark Industries and James Barnes. I'm going to do a bit of field work, find out who his lawyers are and how dirty they're willing to play it."

You hum, mouth full. "This is good."

He rolls his eyes, dropping the napkin and going for his own food. "I can tell, you've made a mess of yourself." There's a husk to his voice that's far too suggestive, and you do all you can to ignore it.

A part of you is worried about the case. You're never seen Steve so worked up about one before. Tony Stark is known for burning lawyers to get his way, and he pays much more than the state could ever afford to pay you to take a case. But you're determined to help out as much as you can, the case is a simple one and will go in your favor on it's own, but these kinds of people don't play far, which is why it's important to figure out what tactics they will use in the court room.

You sit there for about an hour, eating until you can't, bickering and tossing an occasional fry to get your point across. All in all Steve Rogers is good company. Some people will never get to know that, his reputation precedes him, scaring away anyone who dares to get close. But you know better. You know that there's some kind of gentleness in his hard glares, you know that he cares even despite the cold tone of his voice, his eyes warm and kind even if his jaw is set in anger.

He cares about you, more than he would ever say out loud, and you're lucky to be good at reading him. You would never know otherwise.

When you get back to the firm, Wanda is where you left her, fresh Subway on the corner of your desk, and Steve grumbles as he makes his way back into his own office, which you glare at him for. She's done a majority of her work, filing, and you feel bad to add another task to her list, but you're on a case after all, and there is urgency.

"Wanda, be a dear on fax me everything we have recorded on Stark Industries." You say, dropping your bag and once again slipping out of your heels. "Check all records, I want everything, no matter how minor."

She nods, tapping the stack of papers in front of her. "What about this?"

You shrug. "It will be there. Save it for tomorrow, you can go home after you do this last thing for me."

You can see the way her eyes light up, and you smile to yourself as she gets up to do as you asked. You settle at your desk and power on your computer, waiting for her to send the information over. In the mean time you straighten up, adding to your pile of items to shred, something else you can have Wanda do tomorrow, collecting spoiled food from the mini fridge in the corner, tossing out piling up take out trash and organizing your desk.

Steve hears the commotion, pulling open the dividing doors between your offices, and pokes his head in. "Sent her home?"

"Soon." You say, "Need me for something?"

"Not really, I just don't care to babysit."

His attitude about your assistant is understandable. Steve works in a particular way, and you've since been accustomed to making things work. Wanda only slows him down. Well, at least that's how he sees it, because she slows you down, which then slows him down. But you were new once too, just as slow an annoying as he finds Wanda, and you understand how it feels to be the new girl. She's young and a bit naive, but helpful, and you won't let Steve Rogers scare her away.

"Stop being rude," You snap. "She's trying, and she hasn't made a single mistake yet." You sigh, exhaustion setting in as you pinch your eyes. "I'm going to pull an all nighter, dig up some dirt for you."

He drums his fingers on the door, pushing it open wider. "I have some dirt to dig up on my own as well. I also need to schedule a meeting with someone, I'll be here a while."

It reminds you of when you were newer, eager to please, you would sprawl out on the floor of his office with your cheap laptop and notepad, the two of you fueled up on garbage coffee and staying up all night to prep for a case. It doesn't feel that way anymore, there is no enthusiasm because there are no risks. Steve is one of the best in the country, he's never lost a case, and you've proven yourself by being at his side for so long. But this is different. You're going up against someone with power, someone loved by the people. The risk is mild, but very much there, and it has you both anxious and on the edge of your seats again.

“I'll fish out my laptop and we can work together?" You offer, unsure of what he'll say. But his subtle nod back into his office is answer enough for you, and you watch as he spins on his heels.

"Dinner is on you."

You huff, rubbing your face, mentally preparing you for the night ahead. "Of course it is."

You send Wanda home, double checking the faxes she's sent up from records, every case Stark Industries has ever had displayed before your eyes, and you tell her to come in as soon as she can tomorrow morning.

You won't be getting any sleep tonight, so you do all you can to make yourself comfortable, fishing a pair of leggings out of the trunk of your car to change into, and ordering takeout for you and Steve to eat while you work. You power up your laptop, pushing your desk through the dividing doors to line with his, working across from each other to put together some counter argument for any bullshit Stark and his people manage to come up with.

The hidden elements you find are shocking, police officers paid to go on trial and lie, lawyers who were burned for trying to go up against Stark, judges fired and discredited for being tipped off, all real cases that the media hasn't covered. Stark has his toes dipped into every industry there is, including the media, any and all press about either him or his company is filtered through his payroll. You greedily take notes, writing down names and dates, and a few details and citations to type up later into official statements.

Steve seems to be having a hard time though, his coffee cup once again empty, his fingers laced together in his hair, eyes staring blankly at the computer screen in front of him. He's trying to get dirt on Stark's lawyers, find out who is working with who, and who he can trust to get information from. But everyone has been sworn to secrecy, tipped off and paid to stay quiet. If Steve dives down the wrong path, it can trigger a chain reaction that will make it's way back to Stark, and all the work done to build a solid case against him will be for nothing.

"Steve?" Your pen taps as you wait for his eyes to meet yours. "Smoke break?"

He nods, rising far too quickly from his seat, and you follow after him, fishing a pack of cigarettes from your purse and a lighter for him.

Smoking isn't something you condone. In fact, you find it disgusting. But the nicotine rush does help you concentrate, it helps him far more than it helps you. The coffee has been enough, especially since you've had three cups of it. But after living this way for so long, after wiring your brain to work under extreme conditions, sometimes it takes the extreme to get the gears turning. For Steve, smoking is considered and extreme.

He takes it from you with a gentle thank you, fingertips brushing yours as you both step out onto the balcony. He lights a cigarette quickly, taking it between his lips, and the way he visibly relaxes scares you a bit.

You can't help it, fingers reaching to grab the collar of his shirt. The moon hits his skin just right, his eyes seeming to twinkle as he glances down at you, cigarette tucked between his fingers as he reaches up to grab your chin, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

He tastes like sugar, his lips warm as they press against your own, and your eyes flutter close at the sensation. It's scandalous, two coworkers sneaking a kiss on the balcony of the law firm they work out, concealed in darkness, but still not safe from the consequences of getting caught. It drives you further, makes you moan in his mouth as his grip adjusts to your throat, holding you in place, drawing it out of you.

Then just like that he's pulling away, forehead wresting against yours as he takes a deep breath to control himself. It's unspoken, but understood. You can't.

"Maybe we should wrap up in a few hours." You suggest, eyeing his wrist watch. "A bit of sleep will do you good."

He snorts, and you have your answer. "Leave if you want."

You both know you won't, so you share a cigarette on the balcony at three in the morning, lips tingling with the ghost feeling of his lips on yours, waiting for the sun to rise and the caffeine to leave your system so that you can refuel.

The smoke break works, Steve is lively as ever for the next couple of hours, putting together his to do list for the day, and you type up your findings for him. When the sun comes up, you go your separate ways. You go home to freshen up, and he heads out on his long trail of hunting. You text Wanda, asking when she'll be able to come in. She tells you that the metro won't be at her stop for a couple of hours, and you offer to pick her up instead. She doesn't refuse.

You shower, change clothes, style your hair, skipping out on breakfast in hopes that Wanda will want to grab something on the way.

The address she gives you is near the college campus, no doubt a dorm she shares with other people. Her hair is a little frizzy, her dress wrinkled, you notice immediately that she hadn't been prepared to come in, but you don't mention it. Instead you ask her where she wants to get breakfast, and in true college kid fashion, "Starbucks" is what she requests.

You both get muffins and coffee, and she thanks you, once again for treating her to a meal. She's starting to warm up to you, smiling more, unafraid to speak her mind. "Can I ask you something?" Her lips are wrapped around the green straw, plush and pink, and you realize how pretty she actually is, even with no effort really put into her appearance today.

"Sure." You shrug, eyes on the road ahead of you as you drive to the law firm.

"Are you and Steve dating?"

The question nearly makes you crash, you sputter for a response, cheeks flushing and breath leaving your lungs. She smiles. "It's just that the way he acts when I'm around-"

"Don't worry about him." You cut her off. "He's just old and cranky."

She smiles, but shakes her head. "I don't mind it, I've had worse. But I've noticed how protective he is over you and over his work. It seems to be the only thing he cares about."

Her words surprise you a bit, because you didn't think about it that way. You saw his mistreatment of her to be simply that, another big guy picking on a little guy. You didn't think for a second that he was just trying to protect you.

"That doesn't make it right." Is all you can say.

"I can handle myself, Y/n." She says, reminding you of a younger version on yourself. "It's the case you're taking on that you need to worry about."

For once, you see Wanda for who she really is. Not a shy timid girl who hides behind good behavior, but a law student, smart and witty, knowing when to hide behind a facade and when to actually speak her mind.

She knows something, if not about the case, then about Steve Rogers, and given the far away look in her eyes, she isn't a girl you should underestimate.

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l000ey · 6 years

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the queen and the jester → r.d

pairing; song mino x rae dara (ft. dong youngbae and mentions of lee chaerin, park bom, min hyorin and kwon jiyong)

summary; Red needs to forget everything and Mino wants to helps her

warning; bad language

note; yes, they fucked but Mino is not the only one Red has had sex with after her breakup with GD.....

2014

People smiled and laughed happily as they talked to their friends or acquaintances while Red was sitting there with a glass of the strongest alcohol she could have found in the bar of the huge hotel where they were celebrating the end of the year party. She sighed and turned to see her best friend when she felt that he was sitting next to she.

"Are you gonna stay like that all night?" The girl shrugged at the question. Taeyang sighed as he looked for Chaerin but she was very busy dancing with Hyorin and Bom, he made a face that showed his displeasure when he saw his leader dancing with that girl he had brought to the party.

He looked at the brunette only to realize that she was also looking at Jiyong and that model devouring in the middle of the dance floor. Dara sighed and drank another swallow from her glass. "I think I'll go home."

"But there is only one hour left for it to be New Year" With his right hand he gave a slight squeeze on her leg, trying to give her encouragement but she ignored it by going back to drink another drink "D, stay. Do not give him the satisfaction of seeing you wrong. "

"I think he's already satisfied enough." She pointed out how the girl intertwined her fingers in the rapper's hair and bit his lips. She let out a bitter laugh and stood up, alarming Youngbae.

"Uh, uh, where are you going?" He got up too when he saw her staggering, helped her sit down again.

"I need a cigarette, maybe two or three." She opened her purse and pulled out a packet of tobacco next to a cigarette lighter. The white-haired man sighed again before snatching the bag, earning a complaint from the best "Yah, give me that."

"No" He said curtly.

"Youngbae, please. I need to get out of here, I want to go home.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and hid her face in his stomach, the singer growled looking for someone to help him with the twenty three years old baby. The only one who seemed to be in his five senses was the rapper of the group of boys who had debuted about a year ago, what was his name? Oh, yes, Mino.

"You" He pointed to the boy, who was sitting at a few tables beyond. The dark haired man frowned and pointed, Youngbae nodded "Come here."

"Yes, hyung?" Mino waved at him but Taeyang stopped him.

"I need your help, have you drunk?" The boy denied and he smiled "Perfect! Well, you're going to help Red get home. "

"Ah, I'm not so drunk." Red, who was watching them still sitting in her place, frowned annoyed. "I do not need a babysitter, Youngbae."

"Oh, believe me you need it." He handed the bag to the young man and helped his friend get up while she complained nonstop. Mino frowned without understanding anything, his sunbae looked sad and did not understand the reasons why she could be but nevertheless remained silent. The older one looked at him. "Help her get home and then come back if you want. If you do, I'll talk to the CEO to give you a solo album. "

Red rolled her eyes at the exaggerations of her best friend, snatched the bag from her hoobae and picked up a cigar ready to be smoked. She looked at the dark haired man "Are we going?"

"Eh, yes." He nodded quickly receiving her bag again and started to walk to get to it but his hyung's hand on his arm stopped him.

"Take care of her. She's not anybody, you know?” He nodded and started running toward the girl who had stopped at the door as soon as she realized he was not following her.

Both walked in silence through the hotel corridors until they reached the elevator. Red sighed as soon as Mino hit the button that would take them down.

“Mino”.

"Yes?" He turned quickly to see if she needed anything. He inspected her with his eyes, curious about his senior, but everything seemed fine with her, so he waited for her to speak.

"Can we go somewhere other than my house, please? I do not want to be there, I need fresh air.” She did not look at it for a second as she spoke, her eyes were lost on the floor of the elevator.

"But Taeyang hyung said that ..."

"I know what your hyung said, but I want to breathe and if you're going to be my babysitter at least does that for me." Her green eyes finally settled on him and all he could do was nod. He was afraid to screw everything and have her thrown him out of the agency. He approached the panel and pressed the button on the sixth floor making the girl look at him confused. "What are you doing?"

"I rented a room because I thought about drinking until I forgot my name so we can go there. You can smoke, there is a terrace. "He explained before leaving the wall and standing in front of the doors.

"Wow, I did not even think about asking for a room. Very clever, Song” The boy smiled at the words of the eldest and offered his hand to help her out of the elevator. They walked hand in hand to the room where Mino had to let her go to open the door. He let her pass first in a gentlemanly act. Red smiled to see the room, it was beautiful "You can go back to the party if you want, I will smoke a while and then I will go to my house. Do not miss the fun because of me. "

Mino laughed leaving the bag on one of the bedside tables after closing the door "It was not a fun party. It was pretty boring, I would say. I'll stay and when you want to leave I'll take you home. I promised hyung that I would take care of you."

"Well, thanks." She smiled at him, running the curtains so she could have access to the terrace. She turned around and looked at him still smiling. "And stop talking to me in a formal way, we've known each other for many years, I think we're close enough to talk to me like that."

He followed her to the terrace. "You're older than me and everyone knows you do not like honorific so I had to be respectful in some way." He watched her take off her heels and throw them away from her. He laughed thinking about how cute she was doing that pout looked when he saw the wonderful views of the Seoul night that the room had.

"Thank you for bringing me here." She looked at him, ignoring the fact that she had caught him looking at her and smiled at him and then looked again at the illuminated city. "It's just what I needed."

He followed her example and sat in the other chair. "I'm glad I was helpful."

Silence filtered again between the two, the only thing you could hear was the cigarette burn and music away from the party a couple of floors above. Dara sighed letting out the smoke, her sigh caught the attention of the rapper, who turned his head to look at her.

"C-can I ask you something?"

The brunette laughed "You've done it but yes, go ahead."

"Why are you so down? It's been a while since I've noticed it. You almost never smile and if you do it is a fake smile, you just drink and smoke and spend most of your time in your studio or at home "He looked at her worried" Is everything all right? "

Just as he said, she forced a smile, feeling her eyes watering so she looked away from him. Mino did not stop looking at her for a moment so, despite her effort to keep the tears out of sight, he saw her cry. He got up and knelt by her side while rubbing her arm trying to comfort her.

"Hey, it's fine. You can cry if you want. "He trailed his other hand down her back and hugged her while she hid her face in his chest. A few minutes later she stopped sobbing but both continued in the same position "Do you want to tell me what happened?".

"Jiyong and I have broken up and the son of a bitch has brought a slut to the party. He was eating her mouth in front of me!” She exclaimed and shrugged closer to the warm body of the boy" I know we're not together anymore and he's free to do whatever he wants but I do not know...show some respect at least? "

"He should have waited a little longer to take someone to an event at the company." The black-haired agreed, she nodded away from his arms causing a cold to immediately spread through his skin.

"Exact. Thank you.” She accepted the handkerchief for which Mino had entered the room and carefully cleaned her face but could not continue because the boy took it from her hands and began to clean it.

"Let me do it" he murmured and began to spread the silk over her skin carefully, with too much care, as if she were the most precious and weak thing that he could have in his hands and that he should take care of. "I think hyung is stupid, not only for today but for leaving you. He's crazy about leaving a queen like you without a king. "

Dara moved slightly away from his touch leaving his cleaning job in half. She looked into his eyes and frowned thinking about why the hell she should have fallen in love with Jiyong instead of Mino. Without realizing her lips were already glued to his and her body was sitting on his lap.

She moaned when his tongue entered her mouth. She quickly brought her hands to his hair, that hair so well combed and cut that since she had seen it had made her want to run her fingers through it and ruffle it. The fireworks began to explode in front of them and the shouts of happiness of their record companions sounded in the distance. 2015 had already arrived.

Mino broke the kiss by separating from her, very little but for them it felt like being millions of miles away from each other. He looked at her confused.

"Help me to forget him, please" She whispered and he, even knowing that this would bring consequences, nodded before returning to stick his lips with hers and get up with her in his arms. He walked with a determined step towards the room where he approached the bed and placed her gently on top of it.

Mino pulled away to take off his shoes while Dara unzipped her dress. He came quickly to her after he had discarded his jacket and kissed her again before helping her to get rid of that dress that looked very expensive although he did not regret to see that under the dress there was a fine lingerie. He bit his lower lip with such force that it seemed that at any moment he would bleed, the brunnette took him from his tie and pulled him closer to her. He joined her lips again while she unbuttoned his shirt. Mino's mind kept telling him that this was probably a dream and that he enjoyed it because he would never experience such a real dream again.

"Mino" She sighed his name when his lips took hold of the skin of her neck, he growled happy to hear his name leave her lips and continued sucking her smooth and soft skin. He spent minutes on each part of her body, did not leave a corner without kissing while whispering how beautiful she was making her sigh happily.

He pulled away from the skin of her stomach and looked at her, eyes closed and moaning for him. He smiled and went down to kiss her on the lips this time.

"Mino” She whispered again when the kiss broke.

"Yes?" He pulled their sweaty foreheads together as his hands danced around the curves of her body.

The look she gave him said too many things, said he would help her, that she needed love, that she missed her family, that she felt...empty but she did not say anything of that.

"Mino, fuck me." She said instead.

Hours later the boy looked at her back where that stupid tattoo rested while she slept soundly after her attempt to forget Kwon Jiyong. Mino grimaced without stop looking at the tattoo, that tattoo that was famous throughout Asia, that tattoo that symbolized the eternal love that the king and queen swore to have before all but that in the end it would only be a scar on the skin of the queen that would remember her for life to the king.

And Mino did not like that because he knew that this, what had just happened and for what she asked so much, would be nothing more than a secret story that would be between them and that soon she would run into the arms of the king as soon as he was, realized how stupid he is and asked for forgiveness. And then there would be him, the funny but lonely jester who loves the queen in secret like many others.

He sighed and turned around, ready to say goodbye to the beautiful but tragic night that had just passed in front of him.

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TRINITY. (Queen Fanfiction)

Part 2 // PJ’s.

Summary: Margaret McCullugh comes to the realisation that her life is a total mess. After an argument she realises she’s had enough; she grabs her bags and runs away.

If you missed part 1 click here

Sunday // May 1970

I've been driving for hours now.

I don't know the time.

I don't even know where the fuck I am?!

I don't know where I'm going but I like that, I can go anywhere, anything can happen that can lead me into any direction, any place in the world.

While thinking this in my head I think god got the wrong idea about "anything happening" and deciding that a deer should show up out of no where leading me to crash into a fucking tree.

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A shooting pain ran up my neck as I saw stars all over the place as I opened my eyes. I tried to move my leg but I groaned in pain, I must've broke it or something.

Glass was stuck in my hair and had left cuts down my arm and in my cheek, I didn't want to touch it incase it went too deep but my arm was covered in little drops of blood.

I clicked my seatbelt off and got out the car limping my way to the back of the car.

The back of the car was a little flame slowly but surely getting bigger, I smelled gas from the from of the car.

"SHIT!" I shouted as I quickly got my suitcase out the car and dragged it away from the car. Groaning every time I put weight on my foot.

I wasn't able to get far enough away from the car when it exploded.

The blow making me fall onto the ground, I luckily fell onto my back with my suitcase covering my face so no flying bits of glass could hit my face or upper body.

Thank god I'm in the middle of nowhere or else I'd be in deep trouble.

I just stayed there for several minutes, on the cold ground; I didn't know if I had energy to get myself up. But one good thing out of it; the rain put the car fire out.

I took it slowly, I firstly moved my suitcase from my face and onto the ground next to me. I then sat up and looked at my mum's cat burning away.

Just as I thought things couldn't get worse; it starts to rain, and I mean rain like I've never seen before.

I crawled over to where a newspaper was sitting; sure it was soaking wet but maybe it would give me a hint of where the fuck I am. I bent down to pick up the news paper which was in the middle of this random isolated street.

It was a London Newspaper. I'm in London.

Fuck fuck I'm in London. I'm in the middle of nowhere, in London, in the pouring rain.

Eventually, I decided enough was enough and that I had to get some shelter before I died of pneumonia or some shit.

It took another good hour and half of walking, before I found shelter.

A small bar in the city of Kensington called PJ's.

By the time I made it near the entrance of the bar I was close to complete exhaustion, I was sore from all the cuts and the rain water wasn't helping, my foot was in complete agony. I couldn't walk another step without collapsing.

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Roger P.O.V

"Freddie that was amazing!" Mary cheered as she made her way over to Freddie.

"Well thank you darling." Freddie smiled gathering her up in a tight hug and kissing her.

"Well done love." heard Veronica say quietly to John as she sat down at the opened back of the van next to him.

"I still feel like we're missing something though?" Freddie added; nothing was ever good enough for Fred.

"I think I'm missing something too." I mumbled as I watched a hot girl walk by.

"Hey?" She stopped and looked at me with blushed cheeks, I winked at her before she walked away giggling to herself.

"Get your head out the gutter eh?" Brian suggested nudging my shoulder with his.

I wasn't listening to their conversation after that but instead lit a cigarette while watching a lady appear from the darkness completely soaking form the rain. She limped along towards the building before throwing her suitcase down almost falling in top of it.

She was mostly in shadow so I couldn't see her properly; but from her cut legs I could tell she was in need of some help.

"What the bloody hell are you looking at now darling?" Freddie asked.

"The girl." Mary said as she looked in the direction I was.

"is it just me or does she look injured?"

"Oh shit she does?" Freddie gasped.

I put down my beer and walked over to her.

Margaret P.O.V

"I will not cry. I refuse to cry. Don't be such a weakling Margaret." I kept saying in my head to myself so maybe my watery eyes would calm down before I caused even more of a scene than what I've already done.

At least I looked calm keeping a straight face looking ahead. Maybe if I was by myself then I'd have a breakdown but we are near people so I keep quiet.

My head was splitting and my neck felt locked, glass started falling from my hair as I scratched my head.

"Hello?" I heard a voice say. I looked up to see 4 boys and 2 girls looking down at me.

I probably looked a mess. My mascara has likely ran down my cheeks due to a mix of rain and tears. I look like I went for a swim due to how bad the rain was; it's stopped now luckily enough.

"Honey what happened?" One of the girls said as she kneeled down next to me.

She was quite tall yet petite looking with a soft smile and a soft reassuring voice.

I clung onto her wrist just to make sure she was real; that this was all real and I wasn't dreaming back a couple miles in my mothers car.

Realising that this was all real was enough for me to burst out in a mix of anger, frustration and fear.

"M-my car crashed into a tree. A-a deer c-came out of nowhere. I don't know where i am. I don't know anyone in Kensington."i could barely speak due to my shakiness from the shock of crashing into a tree and the fact that it's fucking freezing and I'm soaking wet.

"Hey, hey calm down love." Another boy said; another soft and reassuring voice.

He kneeled down beside me and put his hand on my knee; something Greg would do under the dining table.

"No don't do that!" I snapped at him trying to pull my skirt down as low as I could.

"Darling I know what it's like arriving to a scary place without knowing anyone. But you can trust us because we won't hurt you we want to help you and take you somewhere safe." Another man said as he came down and sat in front of me with a respectable distance between me and him. None of our limbs were touching. This boy looked different from the rest, had weird looking teeth and a weird fashion sense; like flamboyant.

I like it.

I was too caught up in admiring the boys jewellery that I never noticed that one of the boys must've ran to his van to grab a fur coat.

"Can I put this around you?” The boy asked, this boy had brown hair but lighter than any of the rest of them, he had some sort of attitude to him like he was stuck up his own arse.

"I'm Freddie Darling. This is Mary, my love. And these 3 boys are John, Brian and Roger. This is Veronica who's Johns girlfriend. Now that we're not strangers how about we go into the bar into the heat and try to warm you up huh?"

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We've been in the bar for about an hour now. No one here but us; the bartender wasn't even there surely it should be closed by now.

"Roger I don't need crutches. It's just a little bump I'll be fine if I keep walking on it." I argued as I hopped back to the booth everyone was currently sitting at.

Except John, Mary and Veronica; they were away finding crutches for me; Mary said she saw a pair in storage at the back of the Pub.

"You May have broke your foot Margaret. We might need to take a trip to the hospital-"

"No! No hospitals I don't do hospitals." I snapped cutting off Brian's suggestions.

"Right okay. I'm just gonna drop the subject because I have a slight feeling that you will take a swing for me if I mutter the word hospital again." Brian's sitting back down with his hands raised slightly in defeat.

"I think that's a good idea Brian." I said back as I finally gave up and crawled back down on the floor to sit.

What the fuck am I doing? I've fucked everything up like usual; jumping into situations before looking at the whole picture.

I have to get my mums toasted car to Fisk before anyone finds it and contacts her. That's the first thing to do.

"Right I've got them." John said as he came back into the main hall holding a pair of crutches. Veronica and Mary following closely behind following closely behind.

"Can you help me up?" I asked Mary and Veronica took each hand and pulled me up.

"I do not need crutches John I am completely fine." I smiled with my head held high, both my feet on the ground.

"Margaret take the bloody crutches for god sake!" Roger complained as he snatched the crutches from John and held them out to me.

"Make me." I sassed back.

"For fuck sake you'll make your foot worse. Then we'll have no choice but to take you to the hospital."

"Please stop acting like my carer. I only met you an hour ago." I snapped as started to attempt to walk on my foot.

It hurt like an absolute bitch but I'm too arrogant to admit it; to admit he's right.

"Right now we are since we found you so I suggest you quit with this arrogance and just listen to me. Marg- MARGARET STOP FUCKING WALKING ON YOUR FOOT AND TAKE THE FUCKING CRUTCHES." Roger shouted over at me as I slowly but surely made my way around the hall. I ignored him and continued walking.

"Then since I'm so arrogant I guess I'll just leave then huh."

"Darling you go outside we'll carry you back in and tie you to a chair." Freddie Warner as he saw me limping towards the long corridor that lead to the main door.

"Ha, I like the sound of that!" I laughed, the long stretch of corridor made my voice echo around the empty bar.

The walls of the corridor was completely covered with thousands of band posters that date all the way back to 1955.

I stop and admire the biggest poster out of the lot.

"SMILE."

"Smile?" I breathe to myself; why does that ring a bell?

My thoughts left my head the minute I felt myself get lifted up and thrown over someone's shoulder.

I got the fright of my life until i caught a whiff of tobacco and cheap perfume; it's Roger.

"Roger! Put me down I swear to god I'll start kicking and screaming!" I warned as I found myself back in the main hall again.

"He won't let you down until you promise to listen to us. You are using they crutches even if I have to sew your bloody hands onto them dear." Freddie warned. He came over to me with a big grin on his face, he was amused by all this.

"But I have to find somewhere to stay-"

"You're staying with us dear."

"But I have to get rid of the car before someone finds it. I'll get skinned alive if my parents find out where I am." I complained.

"We'll get rid of it in the morning. I know I guy who can do it cheap." Roger said. I felt my anger levels raise from a concerning 70% to 100% as I felt Rogers head move slightly; his breath ticking the back of my thigh.

That's when I realised what I was wearing; I skirt, a short skirt.

"I swear to GOD ROGER IF YOUR LOOKING UP MY SKIRT IM GONNA FUCKING KICK YOUR ARSE." I shouted kicking him hard in the chest frantically.

"Hm you're a feisty one." Roger chuckled to mask his groans of paints I continued to kick.

Roger let me down from his shoulder and stood back up with a smirk on his face.

"It's taking all my strength not to rip Your balls sack off." I said surprisingly calmly.

"What's stopping your sweetheart-"

"Right enough you two! Please Margaret just take them please." Veronica pleaded as she passed both the crutches over. To which I rolled my eyes and placed them under neath my armpit.

I made my way over to my suitcase that was currently lying on the stage on top of a raggedy old discoloured towel. Luckily my suitcase ( or more my mums stolen suitcase) is waterproof so everything inside should be completely dry; although it's probably not nice and folded the way I done it when I was packing since a little over an hour ago I was lying on top of it taking a mental breakdown.

I opened it up and grabbed my camera from its case and put its strap around neck before slowly but surely making my way back to the entrance.

"Where are you going?" John asked as he caught up to me almost instantly; damn him and his long legs.

"I wanna look at the posters near the entrance. I'm not gonna run away I swear!" I snapped at him; this was all too claustrophobic I couldn't move an inch without people asking if I was okay or asking where I was going.

"I was just going to ask if you if you wanted to take my bed tonight, you need your sleep since you've been through a lot today and you're gone going to get it on the couch. I'm gonna stay at Veronica's." He said sweetly, it made my eyes water slightly; a lovely boy just gave up his bed to make sure i get a good nights sleep and I just nearly snapped his head off.

I stayed silent deciding I've done enough bitching and simply nodded my head.

"Come with me." I pleaded to him grabbing onto his arm before he had the chance to walk away from me.

He stayed silent too and nodded.

Stayed behind me making sure I didn't fall as I made my way back to the long stretch of corridor. I wasn't great on these things.

"So are you a photographer?" Johns asked as he watched me looking around intently for a good cluster of posters to take a picture of.

"Not professionally no."

"Are you a murderer that's going to kill my friends tonight as they sleep?" He asked surprisingly calmly.

"Because if you are. Take Rog first cause he can be a right bastard sometime." I burst out laughing at his comment; sometime I've not done for quite a while to be honest.

Just simply laugh without the worry of being sarcastic, without it being fake. Just a genuine, carefree laugh; it felt good.

"See I got you to smile." He said pointing at me.

"Right right you got me there. I'm not a Killer John. Just a runaway."

"What exactly are you running away from Margaret?"

"You'll find out soon."

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