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The Younger Kind Part 29 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley was deploying, and your insecurity started getting the best of you. He wanted to leave provisions for you and Noah, but you didn't want him to think you were taking advantage of him. As you initiated role playing and goodbye sex, you realized you were trying to guarantee he'd be thinking about you as much as you would be thinking about him. But Bradley was considering a lot more than that.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, smut, and age gap (18+)

Length: 6500 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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With just a few days left before your boyfriend's deployment, you found yourselves touching each other at every opportunity you were given. When you cooked meals, Bradley's hands were on you as he stood behind you, whispering sweet nothings or amusing commentary. After Noah was in bed, you were undressing each other. And all of the times in between, you and he were holding hands or sharing kisses with such earnest sincerity, you didn't know how you'd make it weeks without him.

There was a small part of you that feared Bradley was expecting round the clock sex before he left. How were you supposed to keep a deployed boyfriend faithful to you unless you let him do whatever he wanted? You'd heard horrible things about guys in the military. Yet he wasn't initiating sex with any more frequency than before. And when he said he wanted to snuggle with you, that's exactly what happened.

You spent most of your time in his arms, just talking about what was important. "We should figure out these jobs, Princess," he said one night, sipping a beer on the couch and patting his thigh.

You were frustrated and having a hard time deciding which job was best for you, but as you settled down in his lap, the tension melted away. Bradley wrapped his arm around you, and when he pressed his lips to your neck, you stole his beer and took a sip.

"What are you thinking?" he asked softly, running his fingers leisurely along your body until you handed him back his beer.

You sighed. "I know which job I want, but I don't know if it's the best decision to make right now."

His eyes were so sincere, you could tell he was focused on your every word even though you were straddling his thigh. "What are you unsure of, Baby?"

"I just..." you said, trailing off and looking at the scars on his neck. "I have a lot of loans to pay back. I did everything by myself after I turned eighteen. And the job at the hospital pays more."

"You said you'd constantly have different shifts. Sometimes you'd work at night?"

"Yes," you confirmed. "So I wouldn't get to see you and Noah as much after your deployment. Between my commute from my place, plus the times I might be staying here, I'd be in the car a lot." You wanted to move in here with them permanently. Your place felt like a rental; his felt like a home. But you were hesitant, still concerned he would think you were trying to take advantage.

Bradley examined your face, his expression neutral as his hand on your body pulled you a little closer. He sipped his beer before finishing the rest of the bottle and setting it aside.

"I don't want you to worry about your loans," he told you as his other hand settled on your thigh. "We got that covered, okay?"

"But-"

"No," he said a little louder, cutting you off. "You want to take that job with the private practice. I know you do. You told me days ago that it seems like a better fit. So what's holding you back?"

Your gaze dropped to his chest as you muttered, "The loans."

"Stop talking about the loans, Baby. Pretend they don't exist." His voice was a little rough, and you had to squeeze your thighs around his leg to keep from moaning. "And while we're at it, let's assume you'll be doing all of your commuting from right here."

"Right here?" you asked, trying to make him laugh, because he sounded very serious. "From your lap?"

He pulled you close with both hands, and you squeaked, bracing your hands on his shoulders as his lips met yours in a hard kiss. When his tongue slipped between your lips, you tasted his beer. He was relentless, with one calloused hand at the back of your neck, as you moaned against his mouth.

He released your lips, but kept you so your face was centimeters from his. "Right here. My house. My lap. In my arms. This is where you belong. Okay? You take the job you want more, Princess. And I'll take care of the rest."

"Daddy-" you gasped, already feeling the need to protest.

He rubbed his fingers along your neck, and you let your forehead rest against his. "You do so much around here, and you ask for nothing in return. Stop arguing with me. Accept the job you want. It has better hours. It's closer to Coronado. Sure, the pay is a little lower, but it has great benefits, which will help in case we ever have a baby."

"Oh," you gasped, kissing him before you really realized what you were doing. You knew another child was something he had been thinking about. He told you he would be excited if you got pregnant. But just knowing that's what he was thinking about right now was making you a little lightheaded.

A minute later, he had you underneath him on the couch. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips and breath were just barely almost touching your neck. You needed more, but he wasn't going to give you anything else until you gave him some answers.

"You gonna call and accept the job you want?"

"Yes," you gasped. "I'll call them tomorrow."

"You gonna stop worrying about your loans?"

You hesitated, and he started to pull away. "Yes," you whined until his nose brushed along your sensitive skin.

"You gonna move more of your stuff in here?"

"I will, Daddy," you confirmed, and you were rewarded with the soft pressure of him sucking on your pulse point.

"That's a good girl," he praised, pushing your shirt up and kissing your belly. "I want you here. You can have as much space as you need. Nothing is off limits. Tons of room up in the attic."

But you were barely listening as his fingers found your zipper, and then his mouth was on your pussy. You realized as you started begging him to make you squirt that in a lot of ways, Bradley was more cunning than you were.

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When Bradley was leaving for work the next morning with Noah in his arms, you were dressed in one of his old shirts and sipping coffee from his Trust me...I'm a pilot mug. He was delighted to hear you say you were heading up to the attic. You claimed you wanted to see how much room was available to store your textbooks, and he thought that was a very good sign. Then he reminded you that you could sort through anything you wanted, but not to throw away anything pertaining to Noah without running it by him first.

You kissed Noah before reaching up to kiss Bradley as well. Then he paused to grab his checkbook and you snorted.

"What?" he asked. "I need to pay the daycare for this month."

"You can pay on your phone. Using an app." Now you were raising your voice like he couldn't hear you. "Do you want me to show you how, grandpa?"

Bradley kept his expression neutral as you giggled and almost spilled your coffee. "First of all, my name is Daddy. Second, I don't like using apps for everything. And third, I was going to leave you my checkbook so you could pay Noah's tuition next month. But if you're going to make fun of me-"

You kissed his lips with a big smile on your face. "I can pay with a check next month," you assured him. "You better go before you're late. I love you, Daddy. Love you, sweet Noah."

Then Bradley dropped Noah off and continued to base. He had one of those days that was just too busy for no reason, and he wasn't getting anywhere with the things he needed to get done before he left for deployment. Your credit card hadn't arrived yet, and Tracy hadn't contacted him about the order of protection paperwork.

"Hey," Jake drawled, walking over to annoy Bradley during lunch when he was trying to read the texts you'd sent him. Apparently you found an old polaroid camera in the attic and wanted to know if you could mess around with it.

"What do you want?" Bradley asked Jake while he let you know you could do anything you felt like.

"Just wanted to see if you were going to need any help with Noah while you're deployed."

"I would sooner trust my child to babysit you than the other way around," Bradley replied with a smirk.

But Jake was undeterred as he smiled and said, "Nat told me your babysitter is going to be all alone at your house, watching your kid. Just thought maybe I could swing by and check on her. Give her anything she might need."

Two months ago, Bradley would have been ready to throttle his coworker. But now he just smiled back. "And what do you have that you think she might need?"

"I can think of one thing," Jake replied with a shrug.

Bradley rolled his eyes. "I've seen it in the locker room, and I doubt she would be interested."

"Well, maybe I'll let her decide for herself while you're away."

You wouldn't even humor Jake, and Bradley knew it. You promised it would never happen. You'd barely even spoken to him when you were at the Hard Deck. You belonged with Bradley. But the idea of another guy with his hands on you, fucking your sweet pussy...he didn't like thinking about it at all. Especially not Jake.

"Enjoy the rejection," Bradley snarled as he went to get some lunch.

Now he was annoyed. Jake could get under his skin too easily, and he was in a bad mood because of it. And to top it off, Tracy told him she had no updated information when he texted her. He just wanted to get home to you and his son and his delicious dinner that he would clean up after.

When he picked Noah up and carried him to the Bronco, he was already whining for you and some ants on logs. "Honestly, bub, I feel like whining for Princess, too. Let's just get home."

When Bradley got home and unlocked the front door, you called out, "Hey, boys!" You weren't even in the living room, but the sound of your voice excited him. He and Noah both ran for the kitchen where you were pulling a lasagna out of the oven that smelled so good, Bradley's stomach growled louder. He recognized that you were wearing the dress you had on the day he met you, and your lips were glossy and perfect. "Hi, Daddy."

Fuck. He couldn't wait to get his hands on you later. Pull your dress up and kiss off your lipgloss.

"Hey, Baby. How was your day?" he grunted.

"It was so good!" You had one of Noah's brand new coloring books out with some crayons, and you pulled out the chair for him to sit. "I moved more of my stuff in. I hope you don't mind," you said with a little smirk.

Bradley looked at you with one eyebrow raised and gently backed you up to the counter. "Mind? You know I'd be happiest if you moved all of your stuff in here." Hadn't he made that clear? He wasn't about to change his mind about you.

"I know," you whispered, draping your arms casually around his neck and kissing him. You just wouldn't give him a firm answer either way, which was infuriating. "I also accepted the job that we talked about."

He grinned as you kissed him. "You excited?"

"Very. I start a few days after you leave."

"Damn," he whispered. "I won't even get to be here to drive you on your first day and pack you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch."

You giggled as Bradley ran his hands down along your dress. And then Noah asked, "Princess? Can I have some ants?"

"Lasagna first," you told him. "Then some ants."

Bradley cleaned the kitchen after dinner while you played on the driveway with Noah and the bucket of sidewalk chalk. When he came back inside looking cute with pink and green chalk smudges on his face, Bradley took a few photos of him before escorting him to the bath. "Why don't you relax, Princess. I'll get him in bed."

"I'll be in the living room," you told him with a coy smile before you kissed Noah goodnight. Bradley watched you walk away, and he knew you had something up your sleeve.

He tried not to be impatient, but by the third book, Bradley insisted Noah close his eyes and go to sleep. "Seriously, bub. It's time. Love you."

"Night, daddy." And as usual, his son was asleep before he was out of the room. Bradley pulled the door closed and made his way into the living room where you were standing, waiting for him with a smirk on your pretty lips.

"Daddy," you whispered, and he was right there kissing you.

He grabbed your ass in both hands, and between kisses he asked, "Did you use the old camera that you found?"

"Mmhmm."

"Did you take some dirty polaroids?"

"Yes," you replied, suddenly pulling out of his grasp. "But those are strictly for you to take away with you."

He grunted in approval and watched the thin strap of your dress as it slid down your shoulder. But when he reached for you again, you backed away and shook your head. "What?" he whined. "I wanna fuck you, Baby."

Your teeth sank into your plump lip, and you moaned. "I know you do, and so do I. But I have an idea. And I think you might like it."

"You gonna tell me?" he asked softly.

Bradley was plainly hard in his jeans, and when he put his hands on his hips, you glanced down and grinned. "Okay... I've... never done this before," you whispered, and he throbbed for you. "But I thought you might enjoy some... role playing?"

His brain short circuited. All of the thoughts in his head were gone as you worried your lip with your teeth. It suddenly made sense why you were wearing that particular dress. Role playing. Role playing. You wanted to try some role playing. With him. Right now.

"Tell me more," he rasped, and you took a step closer to him.

"Well, I already know you have a thing for your babysitter..."

"That's an understatement," he whispered, his voice harsh and his heart pounding.

"You can be as rough as you want," you whispered. And then he watched you take a deep breath before you cleared your throat. "Oh! Mr. Bradshaw! You're back early. I already put Noah in bed for the night."

You were looking up at him with a somewhat nervous expression as you ran your index finger along your bottom lip. Oh fuck. You were going to let him role play all the filthy shit he thought about when he first hired you to babysit for him.

"Hey, thanks for watching him tonight. I know it was short notice," Bradley said, and you looked up at him through your eyelashes, somehow looking even more innocent than you usually did.

"I didn't mind at all, sir. I like babysitting your son. And I... like it when I get to see you, too."

Oh hell, you were too good at this already. And when Bradley reached out to run his knuckles softly along your cheek, you whimpered softly. "I like getting to see you, too, Baby. Getting to look at you was the best part of my day."

Bradley watched you run your fingers down your neck and across the tops of your pretty tits which were on display in that dress. "You're so handsome, Mr. Bradshaw. I think you're sexy."

When he took a step closer, you turned away from him shyly, gazing up at him over your bare shoulder where the strap had fallen down. Bradley got as close to you as he could without actually touching you, and he whispered, "You're gorgeous. Will you let me touch you?"

You whimpered for him. "Yes, sir."

Bradley slowly wrapped his hands around your hips and pressed himself against your ass. "You always smell good. Like wildflowers." He pressed his lips to the side of your neck. Jesus Christ, had he been thinking about this shit from the beginning with you? Pretty close to it. He couldn't believe you were letting him get away with this.

"Sir?" you whimpered as he brought his hands around to the front of your body, bunching up the fabric of your dress.

"Tell me," he whispered next to your ear, tasting your neck before brushing his mustache along your pulse point. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen," you whispered, and Bradley's lips paused.

He kissed you once and cleared his throat. "Princess, can we crank that age up a little bit?" he asked, out of character now. "I mean, it's bad enough that you're only twenty four."

"Okay," you replied with a soft laugh. "I'm twenty one, Mr. Bradshaw."

"Twenty one," he grunted, kissing a path down to your collarbone where he licked you, grinding his erection against you. Then he spun you in his arms so you were facing him. "Pretty face like that, you could get any guy you wanted. Make them do anything you wanted them to do. Love you just the right way."

Your eyes fluttered closed as he brushed your neck with his fingers, and it didn't seem like you were having to try too hard to play along. Which was great, because Bradley was loving this.

"I don't know about that, Mr. Bradshaw. I've only ever kissed one boy before."

Bradley grunted and wrapped his hand around the front of your neck, angling your face up and stroking your chin with his thumb. "What else did you do with that boy?"

Your eyes were wide as you whispered, "N-Nothing, Mr. Bradshaw."

"Nothing?" he asked, cock throbbing as he waited for you to answer.

You just shook your head gently and said, "No, sir. I'm... I'm a virgin."

The way you were so goddamn convincing was really fucking with him. He would have believed you if he didn't know better. But he was ready to beg for it right now. "Baby," he groaned, wrapping his fingers around to the back of your neck. "I don't want you to think about him anymore. I want you thinking about me." Then he rubbed his nose along yours and listened to the pretty sound you made. "You gonna let me kiss you?"

"Yes."

His lips met yours, and everything felt familiar and yet totally different. You weren't his girlfriend right now. You were his new, virgin babysitter he was about to fuck the living shit out of. Bradley pulled you close, let you really feel his hardness against your belly, and you moaned into his mouth.

"You're so sweet, Baby. You gonna let me take you to bed?"

"I want you to, Mr. Bradshaw!"

"Fuck." His hands were up under your dress, easing it higher and higher, confirming you wore no underwear. He kissed you rough and hard, his tongue tangling with yours before he pulled your dress over your head and dropped it onto the floor. Then he proceeded to touch you everywhere. Every pinch of your nipples and soft caress of your ass had you grinding your pussy against the front of his jeans.

"Daddy!" you whined, and oh, that didn't sound like you were playing along at all.

He pulled your bottom lip between his and sucked on you as he pressed his fingers to your clit. You were soft and silky. "You're so wet for me." And as he slipped one finger inside you, he whispered, "You gonna let me fuck you, Baby? Show you what you've been missing?"

You looked up at him with parted lips and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Will you be gentle, Mr. Bradshaw? I'm so nervous."

"Oh yeah, Baby. I'll be so gentle." Bradley had no plans to be gentle with you tonight, and he took one of your smaller hands in his and guided it to the fly of his jeans. "I'll stretch you out and fuck you slow. Take you for my own. Make you mine."

You were clinging to his shoulder and riding his hand as you rubbed him. "Mr. Bradshaw," you whined softly. What a sight.

Bradley pinched your clit and asked, "You ever sucked a cock before?"

Those pure, innocent eyes were back, and when you shook your head, Bradley started pushing you down to kneel in front of him. "Good girl," he crooned. You watched him unzip his jeans, and you licked your lips. When his cock was free of his underwear, you gasped.

"I don't know how," you said, and Bradley almost laughed. You were so good at sucking his dick, it was just impressive.

"Just give it a try," he whispered, and you took him slowly between your lips. "You're smart. Such a good girl. I'll teach you."

But he didn't need to, because a minute later, you were expertly giving him head and running your own fingers through your pussy. It was mesmerizing, and he tried to stay in character. "That's it. Nice and slow. Suck a little harder. Perfect."

He didn't want to cum in your mouth, even though it felt so good. So he hauled you up to your feet and said, "I want you to show me how you touch yourself in my bed."

You nodded and said, "Okay, Mr. Bradshaw," and then he was carrying you to his room. Once he had you on your back, you came apart further at your own touch, and Bradley started stroking himself.

You moaned and said, "I think you would do a better job, sir. You always make me cum with I daydream about you."

Bradley smirked and spread your legs wide before he lowered his face down to your pussy. You pushed your wet fingers back into his hair as he got you clenching almost immediately. He was going to make you cum on his tongue. And then he would fuck you, get himself off with your body just the way he needed to right now.

When he put a little more pressure on your clit, you cried out. He could feel you gushing, and your cum ran down from your pussy to your asshole. "You're a fucking angel, Baby," he grunted, and you just moaned as he kissed along your slit and started begging. "I need to fuck you. I need to feel your pussy. Please, Baby? I need to be the first one inside you like that."

"You promised you'd go slow," you managed to say.

"Of course. Anything you want." He kissed his way up your body until his lips were on yours. "You ready for me?" When you nodded beneath him, he ran his cock through your wetness. God, you were probably leaving a spot on the bed. "It might hurt, Baby." And then he pushed himself inside you slowly until you took all of him

You moaned in pleasure, back arching off the bed as you tugged on his hair. He started out nice and slow, giving you time to adjust. "Think you can take a little more? Get a little rough?"

"I-I think so, sir," you whimpered.

He fucked you hard and fast, and you kissed his lips. "Mr. Bradshaw! You said you'd be gentle with me!"

"I don't think you want me to," he replied, bucking harder against you.

"I-I don't?" you gasped, wrapping one leg around his hips.

"No, that's not how you need it. And you feel too fucking good to go slow. Such a tight little pussy," he growled, pushing your legs wider. "Look at you. Taking me so well for your first time." He was rocking into you harder now. "Breaking you in, just the way I like."

He took your nipple between his lips as you whined, "Daddy."

Then he sucked on you hard until you tugged at his hair. "Come on, Baby. I'm still your boss," he said, withdrawing from your body and getting you onto your hands and knees with your butt in the air. "Let's be professional." He landed a solid smack to your ass and added, "Call me Mr. Bradshaw."

Then he ate you out from behind, his lips and tongue connecting with your pussy until you buried your face in the pillow, your cries of pleasure muffled. God, he was painfully hard now as he got himself in position to take you from behind. As he fucked you, he wrapped his hand around your neck and gently guided you back until your face was away from the pillow. He peppered kisses along your shoulders and the back of your neck as he rode you hard.

"Shit, Baby. I'm gonna cum," he groaned, grabbing at your hips as he ran his nose along your spine. The slapping sounds were so pretty, he started losing himself now. But he kept it together the best he could as he asked, "Are you on birth control?"

"No, sir," you gasped.

"You want me to cum inside your pussy? Or on your ass?" He squeezed you there as you whined.

"Please, Mr. Bradshaw. Inside me."

His thrusts were erratic as he felt himself reach his peak. "You better hope you don't get knocked up."

"Oh!" you groaned. "It doesn't matter. I wanna feel you do it inside me."

Bradley filled you up with his cum as he braced himself above you, palms planted next to yours on the bed. As you caught your breath, he pressed kisses to your neck and rubbed his nose along your ear.

"Did you like that, Daddy?"

He didn't know if you'd ever understand just how much he liked that. "Probably too much, Princess." Carefully, he eased you down on your back next to him, and you curled up on his chest.

You yawned and whispered, "It was hot. We can do it again sometime. If you want to."

Bradley kissed you and whispered, "I love you," over and over until you fell asleep.

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Over the next few days, you had taken to calling him Mr. Bradshaw. Every time you did it, you looked at him like you had no idea why his cheeks were flushed pink. Bradley really loved roleplaying with you. He made sure he told you several times just how much.

But as the days wore on, your insecurity returned. Part of the reason you initiated the virgin experience for him was to try to keep his interest. He was leaving soon, and you wanted some sort of guarantee that he would be thinking about you beyond just your ability to care for Noah. Having a serious boyfriend was one thing, but having a serious boyfriend in the military was starting to make you nervous. What if you weren't enough when he was deployed? What if he lost sight of what was waiting for him at home?

While you were making dinner, he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Your credit card's here," he whispered, setting the purple card with your name on it on the counter next to the cutting board.

"Thanks," you whispered, suddenly even more insecure. "I can keep track of when I use it, especially for things for myself. And I can pay you back in a few weeks."

"That's not what we agreed on," he said, voice laced with frustration. "Look at me, please." You sighed and set down the spatula and turned around in his arms. He was quiet until you met his eyes, but then he said, "You're smart. I trust you with my kid and my house and my Bronco for extended periods of time. Why would I not trust you with a credit card, Princess? I'm leaving you with a lot of responsibility here, and I need to know that you're buying everything you and Noah need or want. And that includes coloring books, Skittles, pizza, you name it. Whatever you want."

You opened your mouth to respond, but you just kissed him instead. It was hard to get used to the idea of someone caring about you and wanting to take care of you. "I'll just use it for the stuff we need."

"No, you won't," he whispered. "You'll use it for everything. Please."

The way he kissed you had you melting into him. You could probably do what he asked of you, just for two months. And when you finally agreed, you were rewarded with a pretty smile from him.

You whispered, "I just don't want to take advantage of you."

"You're not."

You closed your eyes and added, "And I'm worried you won't be thinking about me."

Bradley froze, brow creased in confusion. "What do you mean?" Then you immediately wished you'd said nothing. You were embarrassed, but he wasn't going to let it go. "What do you mean, Baby?"

"You know... while you're away."

Bradley started chuckling. His shoulders were shaking with amusement as he tipped his head back. His laughter grew louder, and even Noah looked up from his coloring to see what was going on.

"Are you making fun of me, old man?" you asked, elbowing him in the side as he roared with laughter.

"You're a riot, Princess," he finally said, pulling your reluctant body against his. "I don't think about anything else. Just you and Noah on repeat." And then all the laughter was gone from his voice as he ran one big hand down your back. "And isn't that why you pulled out the role play the other night? To try and guarantee that Mr. Bradshaw wouldn't be thinking about anyone else?" he asked softly before kissing along your cheek.

"Maybe," you replied softly.

"Hmm," he hummed, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek. "You didn't need to pull out the virgin babysitter to get that guarantee, but I'm glad you did. I'll be thinking about that a lot. I'll be thinking about you all the time. I went a year without sex before I met you. I intend for you to be my last."

The way you whimpered at his words had you slamming your lips together so Noah wasn't distracted again. But that night, when he took you to bed, Bradley worshipped your body. His lips were everywhere, and he was in no hurry. You had no idea how long he kept you in bed, using his lips and words to get you soaking wet.

"I love you."

"I want you."

"I need you, Princess."

"Let me make you feel good."

"Let me take care of you."

You were at the point of no return when he whispered, "Come sit on Daddy's face."

"Oh," you gasped as Bradley lounged on his back and waited for you with eager eyes. "Won't I hurt you? Or make it hard to breathe?"

"No," he said right away, stroking himself through his underwear. "I'm gonna love it."

As you crawled over to him and carefully straddled his face, he wrapped his strong arms around your thighs. When you lowered yourself down, you asked, "Is this okay?" But Bradley pulled your pussy snug to his lips and ran his tongue along your slit, and after that, you had to work really hard to keep your volume down.

You were shaking with overstimulation by the time you realized what he was doing. When you tried to pull away, he tightened his grip on your thighs. "But Daddy-"

It was too late. You squirted for him, getting his mustache and lips soaking wet. He lapped you up which made you shake harder. When he helped ease you down on top of him, you tasted yourself on his face.

"I'm gonna miss you," he whispered as you ran your tongue across his mustache. "I love eating you out. I love making you cum. I love spending time with you."

You gasped and kissed him softly. "How am I supposed to go without you? How am I supposed to get off without you?"

"Use your hands," he replied. "That's what I'm gonna have to do. Just use your fingers. Or buy some toys with the credit card." He paused before adding, "That's actually a really great use of money. You should buy some toys."

"Stop trying to be my Sugar Daddy," you whispered, lounging on his chest and playing with his hair.

"I don't want to."

Good. You kind of didn't want him to.

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The weekend went by in a blur. Bradley helped you move more of your clothing to his house so you'd have it on hand when he was gone. He wrote out phone numbers for Penny, Maverick, Amelia and Nat. And then you called him old and poked fun at him for handwriting something you could have just added to your phone. And then he kissed you until you were moaning for him and insisting he actually wasn't old at all.

He spent the whole day on Sunday with you and Noah. The three of you went to the beach, and Bradley got to see you in a bikini. He insisted on taking some pictures of you. When you got bashful, he whispered that they were for his locked photo album, and he was going to use them in conjunction with his hand.

"You're filthy, Daddy. You can't get enough."

You weren't wrong.

As Bradley built a sandcastle with his son late in the afternoon, you and he went over the final list of things he needed for when he left in the morning. He saw you try to discreetly tuck an envelope into his duffle bag last night, and when he went to check, it was sealed. And you had written For My Daddy on the front of it. It took every ounce of his self control to put it back where he found it and pretend he didn't know it was there.

After the beach, the three of you picked up dinner and watched a movie together, and then Bradley put Noah in bed for the last time for weeks and weeks. He stayed in there a little longer than usual, watching his son sleep and counting his blessings. He had sole custody. You had temporary guardianship. The orders of protection had come through for you and for Noah. Tracy had been correct that he would be denied, but it didn't much matter. He was about to be isolated on an aircraft carrier with only naval personnel in sight. He would be just fine.

And then Bradley fell asleep with your hands wrapped around him and your soft voice telling him you loved him. But the next morning, it was a different story. Noah didn't fully understand what was going on, he just knew Bradley would be gone for a while and that Princess would be staying with him. But you on the other hand had tears in your eyes as you made breakfast in one of your cute little dresses. And you kept your arms wrapped around Bradley as frequently as you could.

"It's going to be okay," he assured you. "You have the orders of protection, and the credit card, and the checkbook. You can use the Bronco. You and Noah have everything you'll need."

You cried and looked up at him like he was very dense. "We won't have you!" The sound of the little sob at the back of your throat made him tighten his grip on you. He wanted to tell you that everything would be fine, and that you and Noah would have each other, but part of Bradley loved the way you needed him.

He held your hand the whole way to drop Noah off at daycare and even while he gave his son a final goodbye kiss. He held your hand as he drove to the shipyard where the aircraft carrier looked enormous in the water. And he was still holding your hand when you crawled across the seat to straddle his lap. God, you were perfect, shedding tears quietly and telling him you loved him.

"I love you, too. We can handle this," he promised, and you nodded as you traced the scars on his neck with your soft fingers.

As he ran his thumb along your cheek and kissed you there, he felt your hands drift down the front of his khaki uniform shirt. "One more time? Please?" you asked so softly as you pressed your core against his rapidly hardening cock through his pants.

Bradley glanced to his left and his right where the parking lot was starting to fill up. "Baby, I don't know if we should-" he started, but you already had his pants unzipped, and you were guiding his length toward your warmth. "Oh, hell."

You guided him up inside you, the illicit activity barely covered by the flimsy fabric of your dress. Anyone who could see would know what was going on inside the Bronco right now, but Bradley didn't care. He loved you. He was going to miss you. And you were sending him off with your sweet tears, lingering kisses and a slow fuck as the sun peaked over the tower of the carrier.

"I'll miss you, Daddy," you whispered, your lips brushing his mustache as his hands found your bare hips beneath the fabric. He cupped your body, guided the soft roll of your hips, and his mind drifted briefly. He imagined filling you with his cum with the added intention of getting you pregnant. He imagined you asking him to do that. He imagined getting married.

"Princess," he groaned, kissing along your chest as your pussy clenched for him. "I need you. All the time." He met your soft eyes as you came undone in his arms, your jerky little bounces drawing out his orgasm as well. There was only a minute left to clean up, and then you and he were walking hurriedly to the dock hand in hand.

He kissed you long and hard, trying his best to leave no doubt in your mind that you were everything. He let you cling to him as long as he could, but then he had to leave you behind with his cum in your pussy and his kiss on your lips. "I love you, Princess!" he shouted from the top of the ramp. "I love you so much!"

Your smile was just for him, and he knew it.

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Oh, her nerves are getting the best of her. He doesn't want anyone else. But she thinks she has something to prove to him. Hope you enjoy your fic, @beyondthesefourwalls And thank you @mak-32 !

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hermitscratch · 2 months

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Joel & Etho - 21, for the writing ? :3

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21. A kiss to shut them up, Joel/Etho, 957 words

[ Inspired in part by this lovely artwork by @plumadot ! ]

"So I've got a theory," Joel started.

It was a nice day; temperate in a way that heralded the approaching warm season. A lot of hermits were taking advantage of it to check the things off their to-do lists that weren't easily done in cold or wet weather. Etho had broken off from the others for just that purpose, but as soon as he mentioned needing coral, Joel invited himself along.

Which meant a return to form in the shape of them, once again, sharing a boat.

"Do I have to listen to your theory?" Etho asked. The answer didn't matter much when he was a captive audience, but their conversations up until this point had been general, casual nonsense. How they spent their morning, how they liked their steak cooked, what ore they'd most be willing to eat. Time killers at worst, amusement at best.

Joel scoffed. "Don't act like you don't want to know what I'm thinking," Etho felt an elbow land against his ribs without any real force. It might have been rougher, if they weren't currently faced away from each other. Joel liked watching the wake the boat left behind, so they were pressed back-to-back. "It's about your obsession."

"My obsession? Don't you mean yours?" He retorted. Joel snorted, and Etho could imagine the smug grin that'd be accompanying it.

"This projection is getting embarrassing, Etho," Joel said with thinly veiled glee.

Etho rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. Just tell me about your theory," He said through a chuckle.

From behind him, Joel wiggled like he was trying to look over his shoulder. The boat rocked hard to the left, and Joel stilled before crowing, "I knew you wanted to know!"

Etho stopped rowing to peer over the boat's edge. The ocean here was deep, illuminated only faintly by magma pockets and the occasional rogue glow squid. They'd made a lot of headway, but there was still a ways to go to reach an untouched reef. "I wonder if I could swim back to shore from here..."

"I'll push you overboard myself if you don't let me get a blummin' word out," Joel griped, even as he fisted a hand in the back of Etho's shirt. It wouldn't do much if Etho decided to move, but the idea that Joel might want him to stay was more than enough for Etho to do so.

Not that Etho would ever tell him that; his ex-soulmate's ego was big enough.

"You're the one stopping, though?" Etho answered, rebalancing the boat and adjusting the oars to continue rowing. Joel's inhale was audible, and before he could argue, Etho urged, "Let's hear your theory."

Joel crossed his arms with a huff. Etho grinned. Joel was probably pouting and everything. "D'you remember what Gem said this morning?"

"Hmm," Etho had to think the question through. They'd been hanging out with Gem, Impulse, and Scar that morning, a lot of things were said. "Mmmmaybe?"

After a few minutes of fruitless sifting through snippets of conversation that Joel might have found noteworthy, he threw Etho a bone. "When we were arguing about who built a better cherry tree, still me by the way, she said-"

Ah. "'Just kiss already', or something?" Etho offered.

Joel clapped once, "Exactly."

Etho laughed, pitching his voice up in a mockery of Joel's, "Oh no, I'm not obsessed, I'm just chasing him making smoochy sounds and thinking a lot about Gem telling us to kiss-"

"That first thing was literally your fault!" Joel argued, "And I'm not thinking about it, alright? There's nothing to think about, it's just a thing that is!"

"What is?"

Joel seemed to shrink, curling forward so their backs were no longer touching. "If we kissed, the world would sorta collapse, wouldn't it?"

Etho stopped so abruptly that he almost dropped an oar. What? "Uh. No?"

"Of course you'd say so, it's stupid how bad you wanna kiss me," Joel scoffed. The turn in conversation was so jarring that Etho didn't even argue the point about wanting to kiss Joel. "But the stir it'd cause would be massive. Gem would explode. Bdubs would probably explode, maybe Grian? Scar and Skizz, definitely, we'd never hear the end of it."

Etho locked the oars and turned around in his seat. If Joel noticed, he gave no indication, plowing relentlessly forward as if he'd realized there was no going back now that he'd started. Etho recognized that habit from their time together in Double Life- an anxious Joel with no other outlet would ramble himself breathless.

"Your mask as well," Joel continued, "Nobody's seen you without it-"

Etho tugged his mask down.

"-that's probably grounds for server obliteration in itself-"

He put a hand on Joel's shoulder.

"-if the first time anybody saw your face was for a kiss like that, then-"

He turned Joel to face him.

And before Joel could say another word, Etho kissed him.

Silence. Bliss. Etho's lips were dry from the mask, and he kept the press of them soft until he felt Joel's stiff body melt, meeting Etho's lean halfway. He tilted his head, and he could feel the flutter of long lashes against his face as Joel's eyes shut. The world kept turning, and Etho let it, stealing a moment just for them.

It only ended when Etho pulled away, leaving a dazed Joel to process what had just happened. Etho didn't bother putting his mask back up when he grinned. "Still alive?"

"Wh- y-?" Joel floundered. Etho chuckled, and Joel scowled, even as a dusty blush painted his cheeks pink. Even as he turned to face Etho properly, dropping his head against Etho's shoulder. Even as Etho felt lips against his racing pulse.

"Oh, shut up, Etho."

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forgeofthenine · 5 months

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So I learned somthing very interesting, its possible for humans to become tieflings through either some kind of infernal/magic stuff or a resurrection spell. Lets say human partner did so via magic spell gone wrong and is now a tiefling. How would Zevlor and Dammon feel about their partner now being a tiefling? Would they teach their parnter what it means to be a tiefling?

I love, love, love this prompt. I was looking forward to writing it and definitely got a few ideas in my head when I saw it come in. I hope you don't mind that I added Rolan!

There is a small amount of angst in here but there is comfort!

The bachelors when their partner accidentally becomes a tiefling

Dammon

Drops whatever he's holding when he sees you

He has to blink a few times to believe what he's seeing

Doesn't even speak as he comes up to brush his hands over your horns, not quite knowing if they're real at first

Once you being a tiefling settles in for Dammon it's one of the few times you'll see him genuinely angry

Not at you specifically, but he's angry about what happened

Please leave him to work his thoughts out in his forge for a couple hours

Once he's calmed down and ready to hear what exactly happened, his things get set down and he finally trudges inside to you

He'll wrap you up in his arms and rest his head on yours as you explain, pressing little kisses to the top of your head every so often

Dammon really doesn't want you to worry too much or for him to make you think he loves you any less now and he tells you as much

It takes some adjustment for him, but in time he actually comes to like your new features

He loves seeing tiefling instincts instill themselves in you, the way you wag your tail like a child, or how your ears twitch when you feel a strong emotion

Takes advantage of how sensitive your tail is take that how you will

It ends up becoming a bit endearing to Dammon despite his initial feelings

Zevlor

I'm sorry but this man is about to cry

After seeing and experiencing the persecution of his people having you now about to experience that puts him through so much pain

Please just hold him when you talk about it, at least just hold his hands as you talk him through it

He's so quiet as you tell him, and he listens so attentively to everything you say

Zevlor has never held you tighter than he did your first night as a tiefling

He just wants to protect you

Expect him to later ask that you either find a magic teacher or stop practicing magic outright

It takes him the longest to get used to, it's a very rough adjustment for him at first

Once he does, expect him to wrap his tail around yours all the time

Anything to feel close to you

Zevlor is also so helpful when you have questions about your new anatomy, even if you interrupt his work to ask things

He loves sharing with you what being a tiefling means

Rolan

Another situation that he screams

This man is shocked

Absolute freak out on his part

I'm not even joking when I say that you need to sit him down and actually calm him yourself

Rolan is silently fuming the entire time you tell him what happened

Similarly to Dammon, he is so angry at the situation though he's upset with you to start with too

Definitely asks why you didn't come to him for help

He feels so bad that he wasn't there for you, wonders if he's actually enough for you

You'll find Rolan in his study late that night, looking over every book he has about the subject that could help him turn you back

Lure him back to bed with kisses and promises of you holding him

Just about pulls out his hair trying to find a fix for the situation, and he never quite gives up

Once Rolan adjusts to everything he's actually very open to teasing you

Taunts you if you knock your horns against his while leaning your heads together, laughs when you ask for help putting on pants because your tail won't cooperate

He likes to kiss along the ridges on your back whenever he has you shirtless

These days, Rolan always sleeps better when your tail wraps around him and keeps him beside you

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mins-fins · 4 months

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should've been me.

&&. you're in love with him, that's great! all he's gonna do is use that to his advantage.

pairing: lee donghyuck x m!reader

genre: angst yummy

warnings: um uh.. sexual content??? (like mentions), the stress of friends with benefits, mentions of drinking, this relationship is very unhealthy

word count: 1.3k

notes: stole fwb hyuck from jj im so sorry but hes so………😢 um anyway so yeah he kinda really sucks here but hes so sexy and beautiful and a hashtag #malemanipulator😂 and reader just kinda takes it cause they're pretty pathetic if im being honest 🙏 (im so sorry but its true) (i quite literally wrote this) anyway DONT deal with people who treat you like shit you deserve better than that 🫵 i also wrote this in like 30 minutes at 1 am and river kept pestering me to sleep so thats cool 😆!

you're not exactly sure what your problem is.

you're not exactly sure what donghyuck's problem is either.

maybe the two of you were simply meant for each other, he's a drunk mess in your house and your a sober mess beside him. although compared to him, your better at keeping yourself in check for long enough that it appears your emotionally stable, hyuck is like.. how would you explain it? a ticking time bomb.

renjun calls him that, he's a disaster waiting to happen, even with how much he tries to put on a stupid calm act. yeah, he's smart, much smarter than most people give him credit for, but he is also much more impulsive than he likes to say.

case in point, he's absolutely wasted in your home right now, whining about some stupid thing his seventh fling said or something.

he's absolutely reckless.

the two of you have been a bit.. off for the past few weeks, your very aware that donghyuck is messing with different people, probably trying to get you out of his head after you two yelled at each other like there was no tomorrow.

he just always seems to find his way back to your house, even after all the times you try to turn him away, he always slides his way back into your life, one way or another.

and you always just let him.

you now realize how you seem like a pushover. wow, chenle actually wasn't wrong for once.

your frustrated, he just decides to waltz into your house, after two weeks of ignoring your messages and going around with other people, messing around with other people, staying over at their houses, pretending that you didn't exist, he always thinks he can just get his way.

it's not like you two are dating or anything..

but you hate that it hurts.

"okay— stop screaming" you put your hands up, but donghyuck doesn't stop talking, just lowering the volume of his voice, he just continues talking faster. you close your eyes, taking a deep breath, sometimes you feel more like his mom than his 'friend that's more than a friend but not his partner'.

"donghyuck, you need to— be quiet" you say, you somehow find yourself walking towards him and place your hands onto his shoulders. he has to look up at you to glare at you, and you almost laugh at the fact, you always teased him about it before, but right now he's glaring at you, a look he's shared with you at only certain occasions.

"don't tell me what to do".

"you're in my house!"

"well where else am i supposed to go, y/n? your the one who opened the fucking door anyway!" he retorts, still glaring at you like before. he's not crazy drunk to the point that he's stumbling over his words and talking like a crazy person, but he's also not that sober either.

not like you don't have so many more other people willing to drop down on their knees for you, why don't you just go to any of their houses instead?

that's what you want to say, the words rest on your tongue, itching to escape your lips so you can finally talk about what's been bothering you all this time.

you two aren't dating, you aren't exclusive to each other, your not.. an "item" or whatever, you two just both found something you could use to your advantage, and it's not like there were any rules when it came to you two, you guys had no control over what the other did with other people.

you have no right to be jealous.

so you refrain from saying that, instead biting your tongue and choosing the first thing that comes to your mind. "i didn't let you in, i opened the door, and you stormed into my house, and now you refuse to get out!"

"you're just such a little— bitch".

you'd kiss him if he wasn't being so aggressive at the moment, you can't say that he didn't look absolutely.. well— irresistible in a sense. if you weren't so stubborn, you probably would've pounced on him already.

but you stand your ground.

for once he can't get his way, you'll make sure of it.

"actually, i know what your deal is!" he shouts, accusingly, he walks up to you and points his finger directly in your face. his expression is a mix of pissed off and absolutely smitten, as if he's in love with you and wants to punch you in the face at the same time.

"oh yeah? enlighten me?"

"you're in love with me".

donghyuck leans close to your face when he says it, spitting out the words like they're poisonous, it's like he knows just how much you feel, like he's taking apart the thoughts that have been constantly plaguing your mind one by one.

you laugh, true words, but your not gonna let him know that. you allow your expression to become one of humor, and you raise an eyebrow. "i'm in love with you? please, get over yourself".

donghyuck doesn't falter. "you're just so bothered by the fact that i'm in someone else's bed, that i don't parade around you all the time, you always say you don't mind than get so sad when i'm not giving you a hundred percent attention, you whine like a baby when i'm not here for just a minute".

his tone is a teasing one, he's making fun of you, like he's about to jump at you and destroy all that you love. he wants to see you break, he wants to see you give in, wants to watch as you slowly melt and encapsulate his words, digest them, he wants you to feel every single letter that comes out of his mouth.

it's like he almost finds you funny, in a sense—

but your not that easy to break, so you just let out yet another bitter chuckle. "okay then mr. know it all, why don't you sit down and let me help you sober up?"

"your a coward".

you grit your teeth, he just won't stop fucking talking will he? he just keeps going on and on and on and on, at this point your considering pulling out the duct tape above your cupboard and shutting him up for good, but instead you close your eyes and sigh.

"why is it so hard to say, y/n? are you really that afraid of commitment that the best you can do is friends that occasionally mess around with each other?"

"donghyuck" you drag your teeth against each other. "if you don't shut up i swear to god i'm throwing you out of this house and making you sleep in the freezing cold".

it's an actual threat, not an empty one, donghyuck knows you well enough that he can tell the difference. so, stubbornly, he sits down, arms crossed over his chest.

your not sure why you always end up taking care of him, he didn't ask for you to, he just wanted to stupidly sulk on your couch, attempting to "calm" his mind after he screamed at you, staying silent after he basically read out all your inner most thoughts to you, like he just reached into your mind and pulled out all the things you'd been thinking.

"you always get so talkative when you drink".

you've gotten much used to ignoring how much you hurt when donghyuck yells at you, it's all become a little thing between you two, you argue, you sleep with each other, you forget it the next day, then go exactly back to that.

it's not healthy for either of you, clearly, it's more of destroying you than anything, but you don't even try to negotiate with him, just let him sit there as you contemplate, standing at your kitchen counter.

"i hate you" you mutter, instinctively cracking your knuckles as you say those words.

and yeah— maybe you do say that,

but your always gonna end up right beside him in the end.

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lets-try-some-writing · 6 months

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Jazz liked to think he was pretty smart and capable of standing his ground. He'd been a spy for almost every big political player, gotten involved with the army, and messed around in pretty much every under the table association. When Orion asked him to join up and support the war effort, Jazz saw no reason to decline. He knew his friend... until he didn't.

Since the new guy came in, Jazz decided he values his life more than honesty.

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Jazz was always a mech who lived by the rule of knowing everything so that he could act in response to anything. He liked to present himself as if he were ignorant or uncaring of the situation through the use of cheerful tones, but that was largely just to blend in. He was no fool. He knew the moment Orion was named Prime that things were going to go to slag. So he prepared, he cleared his history, pulled up his contracts, and got ready to fight or flee. He only chose to stay because Orion asked him to. How could he ever say no to his dear friend? Especially when peace seemed to be somewhere on the horizon in light of agreeable peace treaties beginning to form in spite of the Senate's efforts to continue the war.

Things were looking up despite the fact that the war still raged. There was light at the end of the tunnel, and Orion even seemed to be truly hopeful. But of course, that was when everything had to fall apart. Jazz was dutiful in his work, but someone was even better than he was at breaking and entering. How else would Orion have been stolen from his berth without so much as a whiff of where he had vanished to? The Autobots of course panicked, Ultra Magnus did what he could to keep the army in line, and the Decepticons pushed their advantage in light of Orion's disappearance. Jazz did all he could to hunt down his missing leader and friend, but to no avail. Wherever Orion was, he had completely dropped off the map.

Then Orion came back and promptly fell to pieces. Jazz was hardly able to see his friend before he was shipped off to containment to ensure whatever was happening to him didn't spread. But what Jazz saw was enough for him to know that Orion was not well... and he likely wouldn't be ever again. He was only able to sneak in to see Orion a few times, but that was all he needed.

"Hey Rion... are you in there buddy?"

"Jazz? Are you here with us?"

"Yeah I'm here. Is there somebody else in the room I should know about?"

"The voice... it speaks, questioning, asking. It wants answers. I try to answer, but I am not fast enough. It takes what I don't tell it."

"Is the voice what is making you like this?"

"I... do not know. It is curious, callous. It wants something, it wants all of me. But it does not seem to be malicious."

"Can we get rid of it?"

"No. It is already too late. It is here, burrowed deep. We will both die if you try."

"There's gotta be something we can do Rion. I am not letting you die here."

"There is... no choice. Either it lives, or we both die. It is too deep, too close to finishing its work. It does not have many questions left..."

"..."

"Once the questions end, it will have no need of me... I don't want to die in this room, alone with its voice in my mind."

"..."

"When it is time... will you let me die out of this place?"

"Yeah... I can do that Rion. I can do that."

Jazz came a few more times over the following deca-cycles. He snuck in through the vents in the dead of most mecha's recharge cycles and sat by Orion's side as his friend deteriorated. He got thinner, sickly, and more lifeless with every passing cycle. Eventually he stopped being able to talk much, only murmuring about how much it hurt. Jazz did make attempts to understand what exactly was afflicting his friend, if only so that he might have some comfort when Orion did offline. He never got anything of note aside from the pain being contributed to 'the voice'. It reached a breaking point when Orion sat up for the first time on the edge of his berth, his optics unfocused and fluid dripping from his vents.

Jazz knew what he needed to do. He had a promise to keep.

Without informing anyone, he used what authority he had to have the facility cleared. At that point, he gently took Orion's stick thin servo in his own and laced their digits together. No words were spoken as he guided his unsteady friend through hallways and rooms until they exited the bunker Orion was being kept in. They left Autobot territory and Jazz guided Orion toward the only place he could think of where his leader would possibly appreciate his final resting place to be. Jazz had every intention of guiding Orion deep into the last standing spire forest and remaining nearby so that the former archivist could rest in peace. However halfway through the journey, Orion stopped, and for the first time in deca-cycles, he seemed focused.

"Rion?"

"I don't want you to watch. I don't want you to see what we will become."

"I am your friend, Rion. I'm not about to leave you alone out here. You deserve to have someone nearby when-"

"Please. I do not wish for you to see the voice finish its work."

Jazz was unable to object as Orion wobbled past him, dragging himself in the general direction of the forest. Jazz grieved, but he did not show it as he stayed put, watching Orion's spark signature on his radar and waiting for it to go out. The moment it did, he allowed himself a klik to lament before he gathered himself and returned to the Autobots. He took his time, and when he arrived, he and the others who loved their leader grieved together. It was a rough few stellar cycles, but Ultra Magnus kept the army together and the Decepticons were even being somewhat amicable in ongoing peace arrangements. The loss of Orion Pax was still brutal and ached horribly, but Jazz, Ratchet, and the others were finally beginning to get themselves together again when someone far too familiar looking crossed the border.

Whoever it was looked like Orion if he were pumped full of protomatter and cranked up on battle protocols. The mech was huge and looked deadly even from a distance. Yet, he had Orion's face, his colors, and his voice. The mech came forward and called himself Optimus Prime, quickly presenting the Matrix of leadership. He explained in perfect almost clinical Iaconian that the reason he was presumed dead was due to the Matrix reforging him. He tried to write all of the oddities off as the Matrix doing its work and the process of being remade taking a great deal out of him, hence his slow arrival. The Autobots as a whole were skeptical, but the Matrix combined with the newcomer's almost immediate skill and his memory which matched Orion's had them accepting him quickly.

Jazz was not among that number.

He saw Orion's state, he escorted Orion to the middle of nowhere to die for Primus's sake. There was no way Orion hauled himself down to Primus's core to get the Matrix. It was impossible, not to mention the tallest tale Jazz had ever heard. The results and spectacular leadership the Prime presented were undeniable, but Jazz knew that whoever he was... he was not Orion. Optimus was quick to pick up on that fact, and the moment the Prime realized that Jazz, Ratchet, and a few select others did not fully buy his story, he became... unsettling. He held his persona with godly expertise around all others, but with Jazz and Ratchet, the two who doubted... he seemed to let himself go a bit. At first it was small, but those things grew larger with time.

Optimus's ability to blend in matched that of a master spy. He always performed perfectly in public or any area that was not checked for security by the Prime himself. He was dutiful, always keeping a kind smile or a stern expression plastered on his stolen face. His voice never wavered and he forever held himself with a complete air of calm... one that felt so fake to Jazz as to almost be suffocating. Optimus's EM field was chilled, static in a way. There was emotion there, but it was strange, unreadable, and largely left those who bothered to feel it on edge. Most chalked it up to Optimus being a Prime, but Jazz knew better. It certainly did not ease Jazz at all when Optimus purposefully extended his field when they were together. It almost felt like he was being tested with how closely Optimus watched him during those moments.

There was also the matter of how the Prime held himself. He was highly calculating, so much so that Jazz doubted he had any actual emotion in him at all. The Prime moved with determination wherever he went, but his motives were totally alien. Every action was carefully selected, and poor responses to things Optimus did always had the Prime adapting at record speed. It did not take much for the Autobots to accept him, especially when Optimus led them to war. But of course, around Jazz and Ratchet, Optimus purposefully did things that should have been beyond the bounds of normal. He twisted in ways which shouldn't have been possible just to gauge their reactions. He would poke and prod, clawing at their plating to watch their reactions. There was always a new and somewhat malicious test for him to run whenever he returned from war. Jazz came back to find Ratchet warding off the Prime with a scalpel once. And there was even an occasion were Optimus purposefully dug a blade into Jazz's leg just to watch him try to act normal around the others.

No one else suffered Optimus's abuse. No one else had to deal with the oddities. Outside of Ratchet and Jazz, Optimus was the perfect leader they needed. Well, mostly. Megatron seemed to know that Optimus was no Orion Pax, and the warlord threw away any idea relating to peace in response. He was dead set on killing the Prime, and honestly, Jazz couldn't blame him. He didn't know what Optimus was, but he most certainly was not any brand of Cybertronian Jazz was familiar with. But whatever the case, things were tolerable, and Optimus seemed to have some goal that aligned with Cybertron being brought to a peaceful state. So Jazz let him be and followed orders.

Then Optimus brought back a sparkling.

It was so out of left field that he and Ratchet were flabbergasted by the whole thing. More so when they took one look at the sparkling and knew he was just. like. Optimus. The little one acted just like his Sire for his first few vorns of life, always listening, always watching. It was frightening for Jazz to walk in to see Optimus glaring at Bumblebee with what almost seemed to be anger or hatred. Then whenever Bee cried, Optimus would tell him to quiet and Bee would stop immediately. It was terrifying to witness, even more so when Optimus brought back suspicious vials for Bee to feed from and began taking the sparkling out to the battlefield to do things Jazz did not want to know about. Optimus was focused on his creation to the point of attention falling away from Jazz and Ratchet nearly entirely. It was a small mercy, but it hurt to watch Bumblebee begin to act like a regular Cybertronian and express genuine emotions only to then suffer Optimus's treatment. The Prime treated his sparkling horribly by any standard.

Always uttering angered words, always glaring, never offering physical affection or words of affirmation, never so much as praising Bumblebee for performing well. It was as if Bumblebee was expected to succeed. Not only that, but the few times Bumblebee acted out of sorts, Optimus would beat or otherwise hurt the poor youngling until he returned to himself. More than once Ratchet did his best to stand up to the Prime in Bumblebee's defense. But Ratchet did not see the coldness in Bee's optics that Jazz did. Bumblebee was most certainly more normal than his Sire and far less monstrous, but he was still Optimus's sparkling. He never cried at the abuse, he never even seemed upset about it. The youngling accepted it all with grace, and that seemed to be what caused Ratchet to break.

The medic tolerated Optimus for his work, but seeing Bee hurt so often seemed to be a sore spot for Ratchet. Eventually, he tried to take Bee away. Jazz watched it all but did nothing to intervene. It was not his place, and he had long ago decided he enjoyed living. That belief was only confirmed when Optimus dropped out of the fragging celling as Ratchet tried to grab Bee and flee. Jazz did not stay to watch, but his horror only grew when Ratchet began to get sick mere cycles later.

When they locked optics, they both knew. Green fluid, voices in the processing units... Whatever had been done to Orion was now being inflicted on Ratchet. The medic couldn't even end his own life, not with Optimus hovering around him at all times under the guise of 'caring for his oldest friend'. Even Bee did not seem concerned. If anything, Bumblebee looked happy with every passing cycle. Still, Jazz lingered, hoping beyond hope that Optimus wasn't as bad as he seemed to be. That somehow this was all just a bad situation that would come to an end... it had to... right?

It did not.

Six stellar cycles after it began, Ratchet vanished off the face of Cybertron while the sickness was at its worst. Jazz hunted him down, but he wished he hadn't. The thing that he saw barely looked like Ratchet as it fed on raw energon like an animal. Scattered plating and organs were strewn about, and Bee eagerly seemed to be bringing over more crystals for the thing to consume Standing beside it was the one and only Optimus Prime who observed with what could have been glee as the thing's mandibles crushed through crystalized energon shards. That was when Jazz knew.

These were monsters. Optimus Prime was not the only one, and he had proven he could spread. It didn't matter what cause he fought for or how good a Prime he was. This was unnatural. And so Jazz did the only thing he could think of. He ran toward the one mech on the planet who knew what Optimus was and hated him enough to possibly put him down.

He ran to Megatron.

"MEGATRON! This is Jazz! Special operations agent for the Autobots! I need immediate evac!"

"Why would I ever help and Autobot?"

"It's Optimus! He's SPREADING!"

"Soundwave, get that mech on board the Nemesis, no matter the cost!"

If there was one mech who could save their kind from whatever Optimus was, it would be Megatron. Jazz had to believe that Megatron could.

Ratchet was already gone. How many more would follow?

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #optimus prime #bumblebee #ratchet #megatron #jazz #pretender au #alternate universe #eldritch abomination #jazz cant catch a break #poor guy is screwed #welp #time to write the next part!

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jealous bone ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: The sight of Natsu with another woman, her hand running up his thigh and her less than innocent flirtatious giggles makes Lucy sick to her stomach. She knows that he doesn't belong to her, she has no right to feel the way she does, but seeing another women try to get romantically involved with her best friend makes her think that if anyone should be filling that role, it should be her. ao3

like a month or so ago i asked @celestialulu to pick a fic off of my list to write and she picked this one. i didn't forget about it, it just ended up being double the length i originally intended it to be..... i hope it meets ur expectations :]

It was supposed to be a nice outing, a fun way to spend their last night in Crocus before they were to head back in the morning.

And it was, for the most part, anyway.

Sting had recommended a bar in the middle of town with good vibes and even better drinks, and Lucy was more than willing to see off their trip with a few more cocktails than she could handle. Natsu had been happy to tag along, as he always was, not exactly keen to spend the evening alone at the inn.

The two had quickly come to the conclusion that Sting had in fact been justified in his praises, with a shot of fire whiskey that had a delicious burn going down and a fruity little cocktail that Lucy was certain she could get sloshed on without even noticing.

It seemed as though everyone else in Crocus had had the same idea that night, with every seat in the establishment occupied and chatter filling the air.

The bartender slid over a plate of fries Natsu had ordered earlier, and Lucy wasted no time in helping herself to some.

"Hey, those are mine," Natsu scolded, but didn’t make any attempt to stop her nonetheless.

Lucy merely flashed him a coy smile and continued to steal off of his plate. If it were anyone else, he would have stopped her in her tracks, by force if he had to, but Lucy was already well aware that she held a coveted position at the top of the list of people Natsu was willing to share his food with, and she was going to take advantage of that.

"You want one?"

He didn’t reply; only opened his mouth up for her to share with him. Picking up his cue, she tossed one into his mouth, which he caught with no issue before chomping down on it and flashing Lucy a wide grin as she giggled along to his antics.

Natsu’s hand moved to the basket, picking up another chip or two, which she simply assumed were to feed himself, only to be pleasantly surprised when he held them out for her.

"Open up."

Lucy promptly did as she was told, and Natsu responded in turn by flicking them into her mouth, though her catch wasn’t as successful as his as it dropped down into her lap, where she looked down at it with a pout on her face.

Flagging down the bartender, Lucy ordered one, two, three more of those delectable cocktails. The drunken flush was quick to take hold on Lucy, who was already feeling the alcohol that she certainly couldn’t taste. It hadn’t hit her too hard yet, but she certainly felt slightly wobbly, something that was made evident by her poor aim the next time she tried to toss a fry at Natsu, sending it right over his shoulder where it hit the man sitting next to him, who was none the wiser as the duo burst into a fit of giggles together.

When a lull in the conversation hit, Lucy shuffled uncomfortably in her seat slightly, glancing around the bar until she finally located the restroom.

"I have to pee," she told him, holding onto his shoulder for balance as she hopped off the stool.

He nodded in understanding before she tottered off to the bathroom, pushing her way through the crowd. She was prompt and quick with it, keen to get back to Natsu so she could continue to order them shots until she got so hammered that he had to carry her back to the inn.

Lucy could have sworn she had been gone no more than five minutes before she returned to find her seat taken by another girl who was currently engaged in a more-than-friendly conversation with her partner.

Natsu could talk to whoever he wanted to; she had no control or say over his autonomy; he didn’t "belong" to her. It didn’t matter how many people mistook them for a couple, Natsu was still very much an eligible bachelor, and without Lucy by his side, he certainly looked the part. Lucy knew that, but that didn’t stop the horrible sinking feeling in her stomach as she watched this woman practically drool all over Natsu.

Her actions held no subtlety to them; even Natsu, as oblivious as he was, knew what was going on; she was certain of it. She swooned over how big and strong he was, and he was more than accepting of her praises, willing to indulge her with stories of his epic adventures as she gasped in awe as he recounted tales that Lucy already knew because she was there when they happened. She laughed when he spoke, an overexaggerated giggle covered by one hand as the other bashfully brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, laughing at something Lucy was certain wasn’t all that funny.

It wasn’t the flirting or giggling that got under her skin, though; it was the touches. It was the way she’d lightly bat his arm as she laughed at his tales, the way her hand came to rest on his thigh as she leant forwards, no doubt relishing in the comforting heat his body emanated as her fingertips trailed up, up, up his thigh. Natsu shifted slightly but otherwise didn’t stop her, and suddenly Lucy felt like she was going to vomit.

Every part of her brain was telling her to look away, save herself the pain, and pretend she hadn’t noticed, but the scene was like a train wreck that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from.

Natsu had never shown interest in women before, or at least, she hadn’t thought he had, but maybe it was because he’d never been given the chance to. The women at the guild were his family, it would be weird for them to show an interest in them, and his time spent outside the guild left him little time for socialising. Perhaps Lucy’s assumption had been one made with insufficient evidence because now, watching him indulge a random flirt at a bar, she was questioning everything she thought she knew about him.

She was so used to his undivided attention, to being the one attached to his hip, to being the only girl Natsu was willing to even give the time of day to, that suddenly seeing him with another woman made her suddenly feel... inadequate. Almost as if her place in her life had been taken along with that stupid barstool she had been sitting in just a moment prior—that she had been replaced.

That was a stupid thought. There was no way that Natsu finding himself a woman was going to change the relationship they had. Sure, he might have less time for her, and they probably couldn’t go out for dinner together like they always did, and he couldn’t spend the night in bed with her anymore, and he wouldn’t hold her hand or spontaneously put his arms around her, or tuck her head beneath his chin when he held her.

But she could live without those things.

Maybe.

So why did the thought of losing that make her want to cry in the middle of this bar?

She was just drunk; that was it. She couldn’t think straight. She was just confusing all of these feelings she had for Natsu with love.

Because there’s no way she was in love with Natsu.

Right?

Lucy didn’t want him to go home with that girl, or anyone else for that matter.

Just her.

The mere thought of it made her skin crawl. It wasn’t like she expected Natsu to bed some random stranger, but the thought of it wouldn’t leave her head, and it just felt so… gross.

Perhaps it was the alcohol flowing through her veins—the dose of liquid courage—that, in her jealous frenzy, compelled her to do something she would never have done otherwise.

She licked her lips slightly to replace the glossy sheen that had been lost on the rim of her glass throughout the night and mustered her best doe-eyed look before finally approaching Natsu. Her hand gently grazed his arm, capturing his attention before it ran down his bicep and down to his hand, her fingertips brushing against the back of it. Perhaps if she had let herself order just one more cocktail, she might have mustered the courage to intertwine his fingers with hers, but she was already pushing her luck with her cutesy showing; if she had done that, he would have known for sure something was up.

"Natsu?" She pouted, "Can you take me home now, please?"

"Everything okay?" He asked, brows furrowed in concern.

"I‘m just tired," she answered, not wanting to elaborate any further on why she needed to cut their outing short.

He gave her an unconvinced look, confused by her sudden change in demeanour, but didn’t choose to press her any further.

"Alright," he conceded.

Lucy tried her best to hold back the sigh of relief trying to pass through her lips now that her plan had succeeded. She’d never done something quite so… manipulative before, if you could even call it that. Regardless of whether it was or wasn’t, doing so still planted a seed of guilt in her stomach, ready to grow into something bigger and more sinister. She didn’t like the feeling, but there was no going back now. She couldn’t simply apologise to the girl, give her Natsu back to her, and pretend that it was all a big misunderstanding. She was in too deep now, the seed sewn within her consciousness.

Before that seed could sprout, however, it was quickly kicked through the dirt at the feeling of Natsu’s arm thrown around her shoulder, pulling her comfortably into his side, just like he always did.

"Oh."

The soft voice came from the very girl seated where Lucy had once been. She could see the realisation in her eyes as she watched her ease into the space between Natsu’s arm and torso, fitting so comfortably in there as if it were a spot made for her.

"I didn’t know you had a girlfriend."

There came the eternal line, the obvious assumption that everyone else seemed to make. The one thing that Lucy would scramble to correct every time she heard it.

But she didn’t this time.

Seemingly following her lead, neither did Natsu.

Tonight, she would let herself fill that role.

The side of her head nestled comfortably against Natsu’s chest, arms wrapped around his torso as they walked, their steps in tandem even as she clung to his side. The night air was cool against her skin, but Natsu’s unusually high body heat kept her warm as she clung to his side. Lucy was simply content to continue on as they were the rest of the way to the inn, to enjoy his company, and to not bring up what had just happened.

Ever.

The silence was never uncomfortable between them; they were both happy to enjoy each other's company without the burden of banter, and tonight was no exception. Lucy fully expected the quiet to follow them home, where they would exchange sleepy goodnights before heading off to rest for the night. That expectation was quickly dashed when she finally heard Natsu speak up for the first time since they left the bar.

"What’s wrong?"

Moving her gaze from the path in front of them, Lucy looked up at him and saw a look of concern painted across his face.

"What? No, nothing’s wrong," she tried to reassure. "Why would anything be wrong?"

"Because you’re trembling," he pointed out. "And you haven’t let go of me since we left."

Her breath got caught in her throat as she realised that he had realised something was up. She didn’t even notice she was shaking until he pointed it out to her.

"Did something happen while you were in the bathroom?" He asked, concern growing in his voice and becoming evident on his face. "Do you need me to go back there and kick someone’s ass?"

"Like I said, I’m just tired," Lucy repeated, guilt returning to gnaw on her consciousness as she saw just how much worry she had caused him.

It wasn’t technically a lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either. It’s not like she could tell him what was really on her mind. What would she even say?

Seeing you talk to that girl made me so sick that if I didn’t get both of us out of there immediately, I was going to throw up or do something stupid. Maybe both.

He probably wouldn’t even believe her anyway. Lucy wasn’t a vindictive person; she would never hurt a hair on someone’s head without good reason, and being a little jealous over the way she touched him hardly constituted a good reason. It wasn’t like her to get jealous, either. She had everything she wanted in life, so much to be grateful for, she didn’t have the right to be jealous, so why was she feeling this way?

Because Natsu was the best thing she had ever had.

That was why.

Because in her stupid will to keep things the way they were, she’d convinced herself that what she was feeling towards him wasn’t love and that these feelings would pass. But she didn’t want to keep things the way they were, did she? Seeing someone else have the courage to take the step that Lucy was too afraid to take was the wake-up call she needed. If she wasn’t going to take what she wanted, then someone else would.

They’d stopped walking, their feet instead planted on the sidewalk, lit only by the moonlight and a nearby flickering streetlamp. Natsu was looking down at her, clearly unconvinced by her weak excuse and concerned by her silence, as she seemed lost deep within the trenches of thought.

Her gaze rose to meet his, and she was met with a reminder of how pretty his eyes were, even as they were clouded with worry over her. His hair, wild as it was, framed his face perfectly, making him look so pretty in the gentle moonlight, even as he looked down at her in concern. It was deceptively soft—she was well aware of that from hours spent tangling her fingers through it on long train rides. His lips looked so soft, like they would feel perfect against hers, and she wished in this moment they weren’t curved into a frown so she could catch a glimpse of that smile of his that made her melt every. single. time. Oh, he was so handsome that it made her heart ache.

Natsu was everything she could ever want wrapped up in a perfect little package, and in her fear of losing that, she had inadvertently nearly done exactly that. If she wanted to keep him for real, she needed to let him know exactly what she wanted.

With the vodka still lingering in her system, just enough to override any hesitancy she may have felt otherwise, Lucy grabbed his face and she kissed him.

She kissed him like his body was the air she breathed, like his lips were the one thing keeping her tethered to this mortal plane. His hands came to rest on her waist to hold them both steady as her thumbs brushed against his cheeks, revelling in the feeling of his skin against hers.

Lucy was nothing short of breathless when they parted, her lips merely inches away from his, tempting her to take them again, hands still resting on his cheeks.

"Wh-" His eyes were glazed over slightly, and his breath caught in his throat as he tried to piece together what had just happened. "What’s going on, Lucy? What was that for?"

It wasn’t until she heard his voice that she came crashing down from her high, and she suddenly realised the gravity and consequences of what she had just done.

Yeah, Lucy. What the hell was that for?

She opened her mouth, but the words got caught in her throat, and she couldn’t do anything but stare helplessly at him. It wasn’t that she had nothing to say; it was more the fact that she had too much to say that her brain simply couldn’t settle on what the right words were.

"I- I-"

Normally Lucy prided herself on always being able to read Natsu, knowing him better than anyone else did, but right now his expression was inscrutable, and that only made her panic more. There was nothing she could say to undo whatever damage had been done; their relationship was now going to be irreparably defined by the time she had too much to drink and kissed him like her life depended on it.

If she could just move on without having to explain herself, she would. They’d never speak of this night again, and her little shame would live only in their minds, but Natsu was looking down at her expectantly, waiting for some sort of answer or explanation. His gaze was inescapable, and all she could do was crack under the pressure of it.

"I want to be your girlfriend!" She finally sputtered out. "And- and I know that’s weird because you’re my best friend and I shouldn’t be feeling this way about you, but I do."

"Lucy."

His voice only vaguely registered in her brain as she continued to ramble, paying little mind to the fact that he was trying to get her attention.

"I know it’s weird and selfish of me because what we have right now is so good, and that doesn’t have to change. I just needed you to know how I feel."

"Lucy."

Hearing him say her name like that stopped her thought spiral in their tracks.

"What?"

"You already are my girlfriend."

Now it was her time to be confused.

Her jaw fell open as if trying to mouth out the words that her brain could not muster, and instead of responding, all she could do was stand and gape at him like an idiot.

"Wh- what?" Was her brilliant reaction. "Since when?"

"Uh, since about fifteen minutes ago when that girl at the bar called you my girlfriend and you didn’t say no," Natsu shrugged.

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Like it wasn’t the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard in her entire life.

"You think that constitutes us being in a relationship?" Lucy cried. "That is the craziest thing I have ever heard in my entire life! You can’t just assume things like that, Natsu!"

"Well, I was right, wasn’t I?" He said, completely matter-of-factly, ignoring any logic that might have come from her words. "You just said you wanna be my girlfriend."

Maybe it was just the alcohol, but this whole thing just seemed so absurd.

"You do want to be my girlfriend, right?" He clarified. "You’re not just saying that because you’re drunk?"

"I’m not drunk," she replied. "Only a little bit…"

Before she had time to process what was happening, Natsu’s hands were on her waist, pulling her close to him so they stood chest to chest. When she looked up at him, he was beaming down at her, and in that moment, she realised that all of her worries were for nothing.

"‘Cause I like being your boyfriend," he grinned, a look of pride plastered on his face despite the short period since their initial misunderstanding. "But I don’t wanna just be your boyfriend when you’re drunk."

"I don’t want you to just be my boyfriend when I’m drunk either," she murmured, fully aware of how close they were, feeling his breath against her nose, and feeling that wonderful temptation to close the space between them again.

Using all of her willpower, she held back her desire to taste his lips once more. As much as she wanted to drag her hands through his hair, feel his palm against the small of her back, holding her close as they kissed beneath the gaze of the moon, there was a much more important conversation at hand.

Because Natsu wanted to be her boyfriend.

If she had known that, maybe she would have kissed him earlier.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" She inquired, her voice soft, quiet, almost hesitant.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" Natsu shot back.

"Because I didn’t think you were interested," she sighed, bringing her hands up to rest on his forearms. "I just thought that you kind of… didn’t care about this kind of stuff."

"Why’d you change your mind?" He asked, head cocked to the side in curiosity.

Her eyes darted away from his for a moment as shame suddenly filled her. She had sobered up slightly since they left the bar—not entirely so, but enough to be embarrassed by what had prompted her sudden kiss and confession.

Was she really about to admit this to him? That she was jealous of some… random?

In hindsight, she knew she shouldn’t have been worried. She was always going to be Natsu’s number one, but in the moment, she felt so threatened that she didn’t know what to do with herself. From the moment they stepped out of that place, Lucy had sworn that she would take those feelings to the grave, but not even an hour later, she was beginning to crack under Natsu’s questioning gaze.

He deserved to know, didn’t he?

Sucking in a breath, she began to confess.

"Seeing that girl flirting with you at the bar made me feel… I don’t know… like that should have been me."

Natsu blinked at her, dumbfounded.

"What?"

"The girl at the bar!" Lucy repeated, exasperated by his seeming lack of understanding. "She was cozying up with you, and you weren’t turning her away, and it made me feel…" She paused for a moment, considering the word she was about to use, experimenting with the feeling of it on her tongue, before she finally caved in. "Jealous."

"She wasn’t flirting with me," Natsu frowned, looking completely unconvinced by her words.

Surely, surely, he wasn’t that dumb. She couldn’t have been more obvious about it! Anyone else could see it from a mile away, but here Natsu was, just thinking she was being overtly friendly with him.

"Yes, she was," Lucy retorted. "She was touching your arm and laughing at all your jokes and doing that thing girls do where they tuck their hair behind their ear."

"But you do that to me all the time."

She could practically see the gears turning in his brain the moment those words left his lips.

"Oh."

"Yeah," she breathed.

At the very least, she knew that losing him to another woman wasn’t something she’d ever have to worry about.

"Well, I like it better when you flirt with me," he grinned, finally having put the pieces together, and Lucy felt her insides turn to mush.

Her arms snaked around his torso, and she rested her head on his chest. He eagerly reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, nuzzling his nose into the crown of her head.

It wasn’t fair that he could hardly realise when someone was flirting but could so easily turn her legs into jelly with cheesy little lines like that. Not that she could mind too much. All she could bring herself to care about was that after months of hopeless pining, she was finally nestled away in Natsu’s heart.

"Heh, my Lucy was jealous~" He immediately began to tease. "I’m so tellin’ Happy when we get back."

Lucy could immediately feel her face turn red in embarrassment as she realised that she was never going to live this one down for as long as she lived, and suddenly she almost began to regret letting him in on her feelings.

"You will not!" She whined, lips sticking out in a pout, with a less-than-intimidating frown on her face as she looked up at him.

Her scare tactics clearly didn’t work on him, as he just chortled in response.

She should have known better than to think his teasing remarks would end as they stepped into a new stage in their relationship. If anything, it would only get worse from here. She supposed that was simply the consequence of being his Lucy.

#nalu #fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #fanfiction #fan fiction #mya writes things

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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years

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Headcanons about Zhongli with God reader:

Warnings: general Sagau stuff, slightly suggestive at one, vague mentions of violence at another

• For starters, he absolutely considers himself to be the most devoted, both among the other Archons and the rest of the world

• Because of how that's more of a subjective statement, he doesn't really have any way of proving it, and it absolutely irks him to no end

• Venti uses that to his advantage when all the Archons play the "Who can annoy Zhongli the fastest" game

• Right now Venti is crowned the winner at 753 to 1

• But moving away from that, Zhongli follows worship in a very traditional way

• He's a very traditional person, causing him to fall into this role seamlessly

• He does have a bit of a tendency to go overboard in the "traditional" aspect though

• He has an entire personal library dedicated to every single piece of text that even briefly mentions you, and tends to rely on them heavily to learn things about you, often without questioning the information

• "No no, I distinctly remember reading that your favorite flower was Dendrobium."

• "But Lamp Grass literally glows-"

• "It's just a grass, it can barely constitute as a flower! There is no way you didn't have plants that glowed where you last lived."

• It gets a bit frustrating for him, not towards you of course, but towards the books

• He's disgusted how so many of the works in his library are full of "blatant misinformation"

• Eventually, he just starts keeping his own notes, correcting every contradiction himself

• He might have even gone so far as to publish it under an anonymous name, if it didn't contain some of the more "personal" information about certain specific preferences of yours that fall in a more "intimate" setting

• "Hey Zhongli, what's this big book called 'Personal notes on the divine creator'? I've never seen it before."

• "... Those are my very boring and completely irrelevant transaction notes from the last decade, it's just full of numbers and acronyms, it would be nothing of interest to you, please don't open it-"

• Exactly how he conducts his worship differs heavily on whether or not he's still considered an Archon

• Under the assumption that he is, you'll be absolutely lavished in fineries

• Nothing is too good, and very few things are good enough

• You'll be gifted things you never even heard of in game

• He'll also give you the option to either take your pick out of the most glorious dwellings available, or, if none of them are to your liking, you can have one custom made

• Of course you really shouldn't have to trouble yourself with all the details, he'll pick up the slack by using the very meticulous information he gathered on your tastes to fill in blanks

• He's going to be the Archon that tries to completely fill your desires, down to the T

• Any small minor mistake means he needs to scrap the entire thing

• Also, there's a concerningly high chance he might crash the economy on accident from the amount of mora he's putting into it

• Now when he's not an Archon... It's all going to be much more personal

• He's going to try to accomplish whatever you want himself instead of just hiring someone else to do it, because he's broke

• You'll probably have to assure him a few times that it's really not that big of a deal that you couldn't get a very specific one of a kind piece of jewelry that cost upwards of 20 million mora

• (You do still get it, and on a completely unrelated note, he now owes Childe a really big favor)

• He does still give you lots of gifts, they're just more personal and easier to obtain

• Instead of hiring on expensive and experienced chef, he'll try making the dish himself

• He could probably go pick the flowers himself instead of dropping a couple thousand mora, right?

• He's keeping his library though, mora be damned

• Continuing on, this sense of traditionalism extends into his other mannerisms, like speaking

• It's very rare for him to directly say anything to you without it ending with some formal title

• It really doesn't matter how many times you correct him, how many times you tell him that your first name is perfectly fine, he'll either insist, or say that he'll try to stop and then not

• Rather serious when it comes to your honor, if he's in the same room as someone who references you by your name instead of your title, he'll immediately correct them

• How politely he corrects them depends entirely on who it is

• And God forbid anyone actually speak bad about you in a place where he can hear

• Acts of disrespect are dealt with quickly and efficiently

• If someone decides they want to use their tongue to spout such blasphemy, then they don't deserve to have one

• Affection wise, he's is a bit uncomfortable with instigating it, considering it to be disrespectful

• But he also gets jealous pretty easily when he sees someone else (Venti) practically hanging off your arm

• He's absolutely delighted whenever you instigate it yourself though, always moving to mimic your motions but never going further

• If you were to just tell him what you wanted he would gladly do it, but him assuming what you want is out of the question

• It's not only incredibly disrespectful towards you, in his mind

• He also doesn't know if he could live with being rejected in any form

• It would cause the currently unwavering idea that you prefer him over anything and everything to start crumbling

• So he would rather play it safe, at the disadvantage of losing out on some of your attention

• He does always try to be near you, or at least have somebody under him near you, in the case something happens

• He would never risk other people's incompetence interfering with your happiness and wellbeing

• There are many different excuses he uses to always try to be near you, and the most prominent one is knowledge

• You haven't been in Teyvat long, your knowledge is a bit lacking in a lot of aspects surrounding the world

• Lucky for you, you have a multi-thousand year old being who has a smattering of knowledge on pretty much everything at your beck and call

• Anything you could possibly think about asking, he probably knows at least something about, he's like your own personal search engine

• He doesn't really know what a "search engine" is, but by God, he's going to be the best one you've ever had

• He takes pride in any name you give him of course, whether he understands it or not

• (and please don't try to explain the Internet to him, poor guy wouldn't understand it even if he lived in our world)

#genshin impact #genshin zhongli #genshin x reader #yandere genshin x reader #sagau #yandere genshin au #headcannons

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fernandoswarcrimes · 6 months

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High Infidelity x Ben Chilwell

“Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?”

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Lock broken, slur spoken

Wound open, game token

I didn't know you were keeping count

Rain soaking, blind hoping

You said I was freeloading

I didn't know you were keeping count

“Do you have to be such a fucking cunt all the time?” Ben huffed after unlocking the front door, tossing his keys in the bowl in the entryway. “God it’s like every time-” he sighed, shaking his head as Lennon softly shut the door behind them. She was blindly hoping that he’d just drop it, it had been a long day for both of them and she could tell it was only going to start an argument at some point.

“I do all this stuff for you, I took you out on your birthday, I went out to dinner with your family. I got you flowers last week, I watched that stupid show you like with you, I do this, that, and the other things, and you don't ever do anything for me, you didn't even say thank you when I made the bed for you last week, you're just freeloading and taking advantage of my feelings for you.” He bit out pointing out every little thing he’s ever done for her over the course of the last few months as if she hadn’t done the same things for him.

Lennon could only stare at him as he threw all of that back in her face. Everything he just brought up was the bare minimum she never asked him to do any of that. She never kept track of what they both did for each other so she couldn’t even come up with an argument back because she was never keeping count of the things she did for him, she never realized he was keeping count.

High infidelity

Put on your records and regret me

I bent the truth too far tonight

I was dancing around, dancing around it

High infidelity

Put on your headphones and burn my city

Your picket fence is sharp as knives

I was dancing around, dancing around it

Cheating, a thing that could break or make a relationship. Ben could tell something happened, so he did exactly what she was doing and acted like nothing was wrong, but deep down he was starting to regret ever getting involved with Lennon. She had bent the truth too far about April 29th, dancing around where exactly she was and who she was with. He knew it was someone, and it was only a matter of time before the truth came out.

All he wanted was answers, granted he didn’t deserve them after how he treated her but that didn’t make the situation any better. He wanted to watch the city burn. The picture perfect relationship that everyone thought Lennon was in, was not as great as it seemed. Ben wasn’t what he projected to the world, especially behind closed doors.

The green eyed girl knew she needed to get out, it’s what she should’ve done in the first place but with how Ben was treating her lately self sabotaging the already dying relationship seemed like it would drive the final nail in the coffin and end it all for good.

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?

Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

“I just want to know where you were last month. You just disappeared and never said anything.” Ben threw his hands up as he leaned against the counter staring at her trying to figure out what she was hiding. He knew it was something because they usually never kept secrets from each other.

The dark haired girl was silent as she stood across from Ben. She was teetering on the edge of if she really wanted to tell him where she was on April 29th, if she really had to chart the constellations in his eyes for Ben to understand. It was a painful process that made her realize what she needs isn’t what she has. Realizing that to get what you need, you are going to hurt someone who may not deserve it. But in Ben's case he did.

“Do I really have to chart-“ there was reluctance in her voice as she spoke, she wanted to come clean she really did. Wanting to chart the constellations in the brown eyes that were filled with such comfort and warmth ones that felt like home when you looked into them, compared to Ben’s icy blue eyes. But she just shook her head and walked out of the kitchen with a sigh, it would be no use.

Storm coming, good husband

Bad omen

Dragged my feet right down the aisle

At the house lonely, good money

I'd pay if you'd just know me

Seemed like the right thing at the time

Lennon could feel it, the end of it all. Her and Ben were too far gone and their once safe and good relationship was far too damaged to save. Everyone thought Ben was nothing short of ‘good husband’ material. But to her it was nothing but a bad omen. He didn’t excite her; it made her feel like she was dragging her feet in through the motions with him. On paper they looked like the perfect couple but she knows he isn’t the one she wants to marry at the end of the day, it would be a life of misery if she was dumb enough to let it get that far.

The house was lonely, Ben had bought a mansion which wasn’t a surprise with the money he made at Chelsea. But he was hardly ever there. On the days off he had he was usually spending it with the guys. She would give the world if he would just understand and see her instead of just leaving her alone for days on end. Moving in seemed like a good idea at the time. But now she was thinking it was clearly a mistake. Lennon was expected to stay in the relationship with the blue eyed player, people would tell her how lucky she was that she had a good man who had good money and a stable life like him.

They didn’t see behind the walls, the fights, the arguments, the cheating rumors, the neglect. It was hard to put up with someone who would push her off to the side like a trophy sitting in the cabinet only being brought out to be shown off. It was humiliating. All she wanted was to be loved and appreciated and he made it seem like she was asking for far too much.

You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love

The slowest way is never loving them enough

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?

Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

It had been months of the same back and forth shit, Ben didn’t even realize what he was doing to the girl. There were many different ways to kill someone you loved. Cheating, abuse, manipulation, all of it, but the slowest way?

Simply never loving them enough.

Lennon didn’t even mean for it to happen. She really didn’t, but she knew Ben would never really love her like she deserved. It was supposed to be just a fun getaway weekend in Spain until she bumped into someone familiar at the club downtown. That night had turned into a whirlwind within a matter of hours and Ben was none the wiser.

Where was she that fateful April 29th you ask?

The Cheshire native was with someone who had so easily managed to bring her back to life in such a short amount of time. His touch brought forth an incandescent glow despite her being tarnished by Ben's neglect, but he made her feel oh so grand. He was someone she couldn’t have out in the open.

At least not right now, not while she was still tied to Ben.

Lennon realized the brown eyed man was someone that saw her for her and loved every piece of her without fault or care, it was something she wasn’t used to. To be shown such love without having to beg for it. Like it was natural and actually meant something.

“You should leave him Len, you know I would take care of you better than he has and ever will.” The man softly spoke, gently running his fingers up and down her back as she laid on his chest. Both of them coming down from their highs after what they just did between the sheets.

Did he feel bad knowing he just slept with Ben's girlfriend?

No.

A blind man could see how much the Milton Keynes man was ruining the girl laying in his bed. One whose smile would brighten up the room the second she walked into it. He was kicking himself over the fact that he didn’t get to her first. But he’d take having moments like this with her for now until he could have her openly and unapologetically to show her how she should’ve been loved and treated this whole time. Not hidden away like a burden. Like some participation trophy, no she was that of the most beautiful painting one could ever compose, and he thought she should be shown off and cherished.

The doe eyed girl looked up at him, it hurt a bit knowing he wanted her so unapologetically but Ben never would, it was a hard pill to swallow but she knew their relationship was nothing but a pile of smoldering ashes now. “I know but I don’t know how to make him understand that he and I can’t keep going on like this.” Lennon said softly. “He just doesn’t listen, and I always end up letting him back in when I know we aren’t good for each other.”

“Let’s worry about it tomorrow mi amour. We can think of something together in the morning over breakfast.” Kepa said, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head as he pulled the blankets up over the both of them. “I’ll make French toast, I know it’s your favorite.”

It was the little things like the mention of French toast being her favorite that made her heart slowly start piecing itself back together. She had mentioned that at a party Mason had thrown months ago the only party Ben had brought her to, and yet he still remembered it.

Ben never took the time to ask what any of her favorite things were.

Oh, there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love

And it's never enough, it's never enough

Ben had been sitting in Mason’s living room with Kai and Christian, the boys' girlfriends were in the kitchen talking about god knows what. But it was Sophia who had come out to hand her boyfriend a drink before her eyes set on the Milton Keynes man. “Is Len not coming?” She asked softly, she rather liked the green eyed girl, she just never understood why she put up with a guy like Ben. “Nah. We broke up a few days ago.” He shrugged unbothered. “Oh.” Sophia mumbled frowning a bit as she looked back at her boyfriend with a questioning look before walking back to the kitchen to talk to Nettie about it, the two were planning on going to see the girl soon to make sure she was okay.

Christian side eyed him for that response as did Mason. This was the first they were hearing about it; they thought everything between the two was fine. Evidently not. But it was Kai who looked like he knew something that Ben didn’t. “What mate spit it out, I know you’re dying to say something.” Ben sighed, crossing his arms as he looked at the German boy. Kai just shrugged as he fiddled with the tab on his drink. “Nothing, just glad she’ll be able to find someone who might actually treat her well now.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean mate? She broke up with me.” Ben asked, narrowing his eyes.

“It means you treated her like shit.” Christian spoke up leaning back against the chair he was sitting in. All of the guys adored Lennon. She was a sweetheart, not to mention how well the other guys' girlfriends got along with her. But of course Ben had to go and ruin it for himself because he fell in love with everything that moved but clearly had commitment issues. They were gonna miss seeing her around. “You didn’t deserve a nice girl like her.”

Ben just looked over at Mason for help to back him up, but the Portsmouth boy just avoided his eyes. “Mase?” He asked tensely, he felt backed into a corner now. “They’re right mate. The way you treated her just- it wasn’t right Chilly.” Mason said softly, he and Nettie had talked about it a while back. The French girl wanted to find someone better for Lennon but little did they know she had already done that herself.

“Do you ever think she finally broke up with you because she found someone better? I mean she did take a trip to Spain a while back.” Kai said offhandedly, he had known who was also back home in Spain at the time of her trip.

“Spain?? Why Spain? She’s never even been out of England?” Ben asked as a million different thoughts ran through his head. Why would Lennon go to Spain of all places? His thoughts were interrupted as a Spanish voice called out after shutting the front door making him glance over the back of the couch seeing Kepa walking into the room. But what caught his attention was the faded hickeys on his neck, as far as he knew the goalie didn’t have a girlfriend and wasn’t one for one night stands. “What about Spain?” the Spanish player asked, taking a seat on the loveseat next to Kai after walking in mid conversation.

“We were just talking about Lennon’s trip to Spain last month and how she broke up with Ben a few days ago.” Christian caught him up, he saw the way Kepa’s eyes flickered to the Milton Keynes player briefly which only he seemed to catch, that piqued his interest. “Didn’t you go to Spain around that time too? Your sister's wedding right?” The goalie nodded and a soft smile as he thought back on that trip before shrugging as he looked over at Ben again.

“I’m sure someone else will appreciate a perfect rose like her, maybe they already have.” Kepa commented with a hum as Mason started the game they were playing again.

Suddenly the dots connected for Ben and it felt like he had just jumped straight into the Thames.

Lock broken, slur spoken

Wound open, game token

I didn't know you were keeping count

Rain soaking, blind hoping

You said I was freeloading

I didn't know you were keeping count

…..But oh, you were keeping count

The blue eyed Chelsea player had immediately left Masons and made his way to the doe eyed girl’s apartment. He needed answers. He knocked frantically on the door as he stood there in the rain waiting for her to come and open the door. It made him rethink every interaction she’s ever had with the goalie.

“God Lennon you’re such a fucking slut, my own teammate really??” Ben asked as soon as she opened the door as he pushed his way into her apartment. He was livid at the news. He was blindly hoping that the comment Kepa made was just a coincidence. But when she just blankly looked at him not even bothering to deny it, it just further irritated him causing him to snap. “Who’s next huh? Are you gonna go for Conor or Christian?” The blue eyed man shouted as he glared at her. “Gonna go on and fuck the whole team?” He was going for a low blow, he knew that but he was too pissed off to care.

“You always said I was freeloading Ben, I never knew you were keeping count of the bare minimum of things you did for me. Did you know in the short amount of time I’ve gotten to know Kepa he knows all my favorite things? Actually wants to spend time with me?” Lennon asked, as she crossed her arms.

“What does that have to do with anything??” Ben asked, throwing his hands up with a groan. He wasn’t getting it again. “It has everything to do with it!! He cares, Ben. Kepa took the time to actually see me. I wasn't just a trophy sitting in a glass case collecting dust anymore like you had me for the last year and a half. He remembers things I talk about, my favorite food? He remembered it from Mason's party months ago. Do you even know what my favorite food is?”

Ben just blinked at her; he felt like he had been smacked across the face with reality as she kept going. “Did I cheat on you with Kepa? Yes. I’ll admit that. But you have to understand the relationship we had was far past saving, it was nothing but ashes.. Just one simple night with Kepa was more than you’ve ever given me. You just never wanted to let me go. So I did what I had to do to make you hate me. But I won’t apologize for finding someone who actually treats me the way I deserve to be treated.”

The dark haired girl standing in front of him wasn’t the same Lennon he knew and had under his thumb for the last year and a half. She had grown a backbone and was standing up for herself. Maybe Christian was right, he didn’t deserve her, because he clearly didn’t know what he had until she was gone. Now he had to watch the beginnings of her life with his teammate, and he knew the Spanish player would have no problem showing off a girl like her, shouting from the rooftops how much he loved and appreciated her.

Something he never did but wished he had right about now. In the midst of keeping count of all the things he did for her and using it against her he never counted the fact that one day she’d walk away from him.

There’s many different ways to kill the one you love, never loving them enough is one, but not realizing what you had until it’s gone is possibly even worse.

#high infidelity #imagine #series #midnightsseries #midnights song drabbles #football imagine #midnight series #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell #kepa arrizabalaga

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I don't mind || Gale POV

(See if you get the relationship between the two titles)

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Characters: Gale, Astarion, Shadowheart

Ships: Bloodweave

Warnings: Mentions of blood, bodily harm

Gales POV of - Where's my mind.

Gale was happy when Tav stopped the Drow from killing the innocent Gnomes. Taking Nere's head for the pain he'd caused would give Gale immeasurable pleasure, a feeling he didn't indulge in often. Thankfully Tav had the good sense to take advantage of the tension between the cultists and non-believers to pit them against one another. A brilliant strategic move that kept them from facing off against a larger force alone.

Gale pushed the Duegar around him back with a thunder wave just in time to see Astarion coming toward him. Something was wrong, the vampire's movements were jerky, as if he was a puppet on strings. Gale crosses his staff in front of his body, unsure what to do. He didn't want to hurt the other...

"Astarion?" Gale called to him with no response. The glazed look in the vampires eyes, his expression a mix of confusion and fear, the way he stumbles towards him like... Mystra preserve him, the vampire had been enthralled! Gale started to cast Dispel Magic when Astarion suddenly gained a burst of speed. His body unable to resist the Mindmaster's commands.

The rogues blade was a blinding flash before the pain blossomed though his body, he looked down to see the dagger hit deep in his abdomen.

Gale drops his staff as he seizes Astarions arm, stopping him from jerking the blade out. His other hand cups the man's cheek. He finishes Dispel Magic, and Astarion's eyes clear, only for the shock and horror to take hold. The man's immediate reaction was to reassure him. To tell him it was all Ok, but the pain and shock hadn't worn off enough yet.

"Gale.." He could hear the crack in the Vampire's voice. "I-I didn't... I'm sorry." Gale knew he didn't mean it. It hadn't been his choice. His legs give out causing Astarion to catch him in a panic. He wasn't exactly mindful of the dagger, and Gale had to bite back a pained noise.

"Gale! No-! listen, stay with me!" The Wizard's arm wraps awkwardly around Astarion as he's helped away from the fighting to rest against a wall. "Gods.. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please- Stay with me." The desperation and guilt in the others voice broke Gales heart. As much as Astarion tried to play the part of uncaring scoundrel, Gale knew there was horrible trauma he was trying to bury. To hide from the outside world. This would make the vampire pull more in on himself, and the guilt would eat him alive.

"It's- it's OK Astarion," Gale said, "it wasn't you." Gods it hurt to breathe. But Shadowheart would come set him to rights he just had to hang on. The man brushes the vampires forehead and cheek with his fingers, trying to soothe him. And he was doing a terrible job he was sure.

"Just be still, and try not to talk.

"A hard ask." There was blood pooling in the back of Gales throat making the laugh sound wet. That didn't go unnoticed it would seem.

"This isn't the time for jokes."

The vampire is brushing his forehead, and cupping his cheek. Gale closes his eyes and leans into the touch. He'd no intentions of Dying, but if he had being with the elf in his final moments felt.. nice. But the orb would destabilize, and he was still needed by Tav and the others. He smiles at Astarion.

"I have no intentions of leaving yet, not to worry," Gale said , "not till I've seen-seen all this through." He also didn't intend to leave Astarion alone. Over the few weeks they'd been traveling together they'd found more common ground. Maybe even started getting along, at least in Gale's mind. It was hardly a time for a confession of feelings but when was it ever a good time?

"Astarion.." he begins but trails off as Shadowheart appeared. She looked ready to kill the vampire and Astarion having not seen her approach let out a snarl and bared his teeth. Gale couldn't take a moment to appreciate the protective gesture as Astarion was all but pushed out of the way.

The vampire stands up, Gale reaches for him. He wanted to ask him to wait, to stay, but what little strength he'd had was ebbing away. So the Vampire turns, leaving the Wizard to stare pleadingly at his back

"I'll cover you," Astation spoke.

"You better. And keep your blades trained on our enemies" Shadowheart said coldly. Astarion made no other comment, just slunk back to the fight with a ferocity that rivaled Karlach's.

"It wasn't his fault," Gale said as Shadow heart began to heal him. She grunted in response. "It wasn't his fault." He repeats, his voice firmer. "Don't you dare blame him." Shadowheart looked at the Wizard like he'd gone insane.

"He stabbed you with a dagger," she said like Gale hadn't realized. As if to emphasize this, she pulled the blade out of his body. Gale let out a pained cry and glares at her she gave him a 'what?' Expression. The blade had to be removed sooner or later. She passes her hands over the wound, the flesh knitting back together. There was silence for a moment.

"He didn't do it for the thrill of it. One of the mindmasters enthralled him," he said. "Anyone of us could have fallen prey to the enchantment. Would you wanted to be blamed for hurting an ally when you weren't in control?"

"I'd accept responsibility yes," Shadowheart retorted, "Whether i meant to or not I'd have still done it. And it would have been my weak will that would have allowed -"

"Astarion isn't weak willed."

Shadowheart raises an eyebrow, "well now. You've really come to like him haven't you."

Gale feels his ears burn. "It's not.. ANYONE could have been dominated by a Mindmaster, they're solely trained for that kind of thing!"

"Of course."

"You shouldn't make fun of me. I got stabbed after all," Gale whines and a small grin appears on Shadowhearts face. "Fine I'll make fun of you later."

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #bg3 gale #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 fanfic #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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one-black-rotary-phone · 7 months

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Griffin Stagg Headcanons

Headcanons for the youngest boy in the cast: Griffin Stagg. No reader. Will update as I think of more.

TW for bullying, kidnapping, violence, death, gore (mentioned), does teeth count?.

Griffin is max eleven years old; probably ten. He's easily the youngest of the group. In fact, I headcanon he's a few months younger than Gwen. He uses this to his advantage, though, always bragging about how he'll live longer than her because he's younger. Not quite how it worked out, unfortunately.

I headcanon he's got an older brother who went to university/college recently before his kidnapping/death. He was pretty close with his brother; he always took Griffin out to play games or get food or just hang out. His brother was his closest friend, considering he barely had any friends of his own. His brother immediately came back home after he went missing to look for him, too.

This doesn't stop typically sibling fights, though. If you read my headcanon on who's the biggest tattletale, Griffin is number one. And his brother is not exempt from that. Growing up, they would constantly threaten to tell on each other for stuff and kept their word about it, too. Still, they always felt at least a little bit guilty about it, and would apologise and try to get each other out of trouble if the punishment was truly that bad.

Since his older brother's in college, his parents are on the older side. I don't know why but I feel like his mother would have arthritis in her hands, so as a little kid he had to be careful to not yank her around too hard. His father, on the other hand, is as fit as anything. They both take on pretty stereotypical roles in the family; his mother being a bit of a housewife (she still has a job, though) and his father doing all the handiwork.

Griffin's also had a lot of pet fish growing up, partly because he's a bit scared of dogs and is allergic to cats. They've always been some variation of goldfish or fighter fish, and always have the most classic names possible. "Goldie" or "Sunshine" or "Bluey" or some name based on some famous boxer were the most common. Strangely, no matter how similar they looked, he could always tell them apart. Or so he thinks, at least.

However, life wasn't all Lesley Gore's Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows. He was bullied a lot during his early years of school for having no friends. In turn, the bullying pushed people away from wanting to be his friend because they didn't want to join in on getting bullied. It only really died down because Griffin just didn't become a fun target after a while. He was too boring and didn't have as much of a reaction as the bullies wanted. He wasn't emotionless to it--don't get me wrong--but he just wasn't as explosive as they wanted.

Still, people didn't really want to be his friend after it. Griffin wasn't exactly considered cool either, so that tarnished his reputation a bit. He pretended to like being left alone, but it did get to him. Still, he's a "two's company, three's a crowd" type person. He just wants one friend outside of his family. Is that really too much to ask?

Ankle-biter of a child. If he gets forced into a fight his first weapon of defense is his teeth. Will sink those guys into whatever he can get to first. And they're sharp, too. He will draw blood if he's not careful.

Speaking of ankles, when he was a little kid he'd cling to his mother's leg when being dropped of at kindergarten/preschool. He'd cry and cry about having to go (something that would come back to haunt him in the future). Griffin definitely had some separation anxieties as a kid. Nowadays he's just lonely. Poor guy.

This kid loves candy apples. What more can I say? They're tasty. It's his favourite treat.

He also is a big Halloween fan. He loves to watch whatever horror movies his parents will let him. He barely even gets scared during them. The only thing he doesn't like is massive gore. It makes him feel uncomfortable. Though, he also likes to dress up the skeletons in his front yard with silly outfits. And there's always the love of trick-or-treating, too.

He gets good grades naturally. He's in an easier stage of school, so he'd definitely have to study more in future grades, but for now he's cruising.

Okay, now for some I'm taking from @tnmdfhgkg. 1), He'll do anything for a dollar (a dollar was worth more back then okay). 2), he's a shit-talker about other people, but 3), he's very nice once you get to know him. 4), he gets a lot of bug-bites during summer (mainly mosquitoes), and 5), he's a messy eater. Oh, and 6), he's the silliest goober in town; takes nothing seriously when he's in a goofy mood (always). Hope it's okay to tag you!

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Will update this as I think of some more!

#also what should we call his family members?#i'm thinking of calling vance's mother Marissa #the phone rings #bullying tw #violence tw #kidnapping tw #death tw #child death tw #gore ment tw #tbp #the black phone #the black phone 2022 #tbp hcs #the black phone hcs #tbp headcanons #the black phone headcanons #griffin stagg #tbp griffin #teeth tw

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kiryoutann · 2 years

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Before reading, please check series masterlist to read the warning(s), disclaimer, and to make sure you’re on the right chapter. Minors do NOT interact.

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You don't know whether it's too late to find someone or people simply hiding because they don't want to help you. God, you don't ask for much other than them turning on your fire and letting you sleep before morning comes.

These people are really something. You shouldn't expect anything from them.

However, just as you were about to accept your defeat and return to your cold room, you stopped walking when you found a familiar back facing you.

“Prin—Ajax?” You're not completely used to your new way of calling him.

The owner of that name stopped in his tracks, turned to you with wide blue eyes. Just like you, he did not expect to meet his wife in a dark hallway in the middle of the night. You two should be fast asleep in separate rooms instead of standing across while staring at one another like this.

As soon as he got in front of you, he opened his lips to ask: "Shouldn't you be enjoying your beauty sleep?"

"My fireplace went out."

Now that you've answered him, you can't help but wonder what reason he's here. There's not even the slightest hint of alcohol you get from him as an indication he just came back from a bar like he did yesterday.

“It went out? Hmm.. it’s a bit difficult to light the fire again.” Childe rubbed his chin in thought. He looks at you before offering, “Mine is lit.”

Your brows knitted in confusion, “What do you suggest?”

"I suggest you sleep in my room."

You don't know he's being nice or just mocking your bad luck. With his grin and slightly raised eyebrows, you don't want to expect anything from him. However, you’re really sleepy and being under a warm blanket would be really good.

"Are you fine with that?" You asked.

Either you were hallucinating or his smirk did grew wider. “Hmm, what do you mean? Of course I'm fine with that, you are my wife." He replied.

As a thank you, you gave him a half-hearted smile. “Then, what are we still doing here? Morning is coming, we have no time to waste.” You took the first step to leave Childe some distance behind you.

Childe dropped the fake smile he gave you earlier, a sigh escaped him. "At this rate, I’m sure I’m going crazy." He then follows you.

When you get to Childe's room, you're grateful he didn't lie about the fireplace. The big bed tempts you, makes you imagine what it would be like to lie there and then go to sleep. However, you end up not doing it from not wanting to be rude especially when he's being generous.

You turned to Childe "I will take the couch if that’s alright."

Childe looked at you skeptically, “That would be a problem for me. You should sleep in my bed."

It's weird, really weird. You know Childe is not the type to offer kindness with no intention of benefiting from it—he's a far cry from that. Then why is he being nice to you? You wonder what trick he's hiding under his sleeves.

Or..

Your heart is racing without warning. Cold nape even though the burning fireplace provides more than enough warmth for you. You see Childe drinking from his glass, his Adam's apple bobbing as he does so.

Maybe this is one of his attempts to get under your nightgown. Memories of your wedding night come to your mind again.

"Could it be.. could it be that you are trying to bed me?"

Childe spit out his drink in surprise. You saw the liquid run from his lips to his neck and then onto his shirt. He pounded his chest to get the remnants out of his throat before looking at you.

"I'm offended. Do you think I'm the type to take advantage of the situation?”

Yes, you are exactly that kind of a person, you want to say. However, you don't want to risk to anger him and throw you out of the perfect warm room. You shook your head in response to the man who was wiping his wet lips with a handkerchief.

It somehow makes the situation a bit comfortable for you to let out a genuine laugh.

"My apologies, I was just making sure." You smile at him. "I'll sleep on the bed then."

Without further ado, you climb into the soft bed and pull up the covers. You make sure to cover yourself from the neck down from concern about Childe rather than the cold. Your eyes peek at him who is still standing near the dresser before trying to close it. Before long, you have fallen asleep to replace the sleep you had lost.

The grip of his long fingers tightened. Childe glanced at where you were asleep, regretting that it only brought a bunch of unanswered questions to his head.

Why did he let you here? Even though he needs you to carry out his grand plan, he shouldn't have to worry about you sleeping in a cold room and waking up sick in the morning. He put his glass gently on the table, rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at the moon shining outside the window.

"I guess I was trying too hard to make sure everything would go perfectly."

Childe mumbled to himself before bringing his legs to the door, disappearing behind it not caring if he had left you alone in the room.

As soon as morning falls on Snezhnaya, you wake up to your ladies-in-waiting standing in front of the tray that holds your breakfast. They line up while waiting for you rubbing your eyes while gathering full awareness.

"What's this?" You asked about the tray on the bed.

Sasha answered to you, “His Royal Highness Prince Childe told us to bring you breakfast.”

Your eyes scan the room and find no man spoken of anywhere.

"Where is he now?"

"We have no idea, Your Highness." Sasha tells you while bowing slightly.

Of course he had to go and disappear. The mysterious Childe. You don't even know where he went this time from so many places he might go. You're quite used to him treating you sweetly before erasing all traces of it later.

Something reminds you of the reason you were in his room in the first place. With your eyes on Laura, you painted a smile. Curious about her reaction when she found out her plan didn't work. Maybe she didn't think Childe would be this generous to you.

"This isn’t necessary, I will be joining breakfast with the others." You said as you got off the bed. "Let’s go to my chamber."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Your room is still the same as when you left it, cold and lonely. The difference is, the incoming sunlight no longer leaves a place for darkness to stay. You're trying not to glance at where your fireplace is from not wanting to mess up your own plans.

"Should I prepare the bath now?" You heard Sasha ask.

“No.” As you turned around, you smiled at your three ladies waiting for you to continue. “Actually I have something to complain about.”

Silence fell again in the room. Whether from the politeness of not speaking out of turn or the fear of making a mistake, neither of the women opened their mouths to ask. You turned around, opening the box that held your jewellery.

" Laura, can you close the door slowly next time you come into my room at night?" You said, watching how her body stiffened through the mirror.

Of course she would react that way. She didn't think you would know this, let alone talk about it in front of the other ladies-in-waiting. Unfortunately for her, this isn't the end of your game, oh, you still got a lot more to do so you don't have to get your hands dirty for Laura to uncover her own bad deeds.

“M-My apologies, Your Highness.” Laura hung her head lower than usual.

Your jewelry box is left open while you turn to look at your ladies-in-waiting. “Countess Sasha, did you order her to disturb my sleep?”

You never thought you'd see an expression that wasn't the cold face she usually gave you. Her dark eyebrows knit together, showing that she's confused by your question. Your eyes scanned every part of her face and made a conclusion all entirely on Laura.

“I did not, Your Highness.” She said, side-eyeing the younger one. "We ladies-in-waiting are forbidden to enter the royal family's chambers at night without requests."

Laura's hands that were intertwined with each other turned white as she tried to keep them from shaking. You feel a little sorry for her. She should have known better that you weren't the kind-hearted princess like ones in children's fairy tales.

"Ah, then I'd better ask someone else for an explanation." You chuckled as if that would ease the tension.

As you took a step closer to her, Laura was almost flinched in her stiff stance. You looked up at the top of her head which was clear from how low she looked down. The fireplace that you had avoided glancing at became where you stared before returning to her.

"Laura, why did you take my jewelry last night after putting out the fire?"

From what you said, Laura hastily denied it. She didn't take any jewelry—and you know that too. This is just one way for you to get her to confess her sin. After all, people can't help but correct misinformation, especially about themselves.

By bringing up bigger accusations than what she actually did, you know Laura will deny the false one but admit the other.

“Th-that's not true, Your Highness! I didn't steal any jewelry!” She screamed at the tip of her throat, face red from embarrassment.

If only you could compare Laura to a mouse that had been baited with cheese in a trap. You played your part by putting on an expression as if you were hurt by what she had done.

"So you're saying I was right about you putting out the fireplace to freeze me to death?”

In your words, Laura realized that she had exposed herself in front of three pairs of shocked eyes. Miraculously, the defensive words she had prepared disappeared, as if extinguished like the fire she splashed with water last night. She looks up slowly and finds your offended expression.

"I..I.."

“You plan to freeze me to death. Aren't I right?"

Sasha was about to open her mouth after hearing Laura intentions to harm you. However, you first raised your hand to stop her. Your lips are bent into a frown.

“I—I'm—!” Laura lost her ability to speak. So, all she did now was get down on her knees and pull your robe in desperation. “Your Highness! Please spare me!”

As if hurt, you put your hand on your chest. “Lady Laura, I never thought you would do something like that to me.” Your voice is like that of someone who has witnessed betrayal. But the truth is, you never even put your trust in anyone here to feel it.

“Your Highness! Let me teach her a lesson!” Sasha offers.

You ignored her, you were still fixing your eyes on Laura who started to shed tears. If she was this scared she shouldn't have done that. Hadn't she worked here long enough to understand that any attempt to harm the royal family would be severely punished? Even if she was lucky, she would still have to languish in prison for life.

“Bring me a poker.”

Laura gasped at your words, while the other two acted as if they had seen this coming. Even being hit with the firepoker that Ksenia gave you was the lightest punishment though it resulted in bruises on her hands later.

“Your Highness! Please forgive me this once!” Laura hasn’t given up on begging for your forgiveness, kneeling on your feet wet from her tears that keep falling.

"You two, get out." You gave firm orders to Sasha and Ksenia.

Both of them obeyed even though they hesitated. The door closed slowly, leaving you and Laura. She paled from your fingers that had gripped the iron firepoker. If you're going to hit her without warning, she doesn't know how to react.

"Lady Laura, haven't you thought long before you did that?" You ask, watching how she fails to put together the words to respond to you.

To her horror, her dark eyes follow your pacing feet without you removing your fingers from gripping the firepoker . She hopes you find a reason to forgive her. Laura swears she'll thank you for the rest of her life if that happens.

“Apart from the possibility of being in a dungeon for life, can you imagine what my husband would do to you if he found out about this?”

If Childe does something about this, you're sure he's doing it more out of humiliation than worrying about you being harmed. However, Laura didn't need to know that. All she needs to know is that there are many punishment options you can impose on her and yet, you're standing here with an iron stick.

Laura walked on her knees to you “Y-Your Highness, please forgive me! Don't.. don't let His Highness know about this—my God, what would he do to me if he found out!” She has no shame in trying to soften your heart. Oh, this time Laura would risk anything for you to give her a little kindness.

“Why should I forgive you? What can you give me that is so precious for me to do that?”

Laura was back on the verge of despair. What can someone offer to a person who can get whatever she wants with just a few words and a snap of her finger? Even if you asked for the cheapest jewellery, Laura knew her wages would not be enough to fulfill your request.

The least that can be offered to a person that great is their lives.

Laura's grip on the hem of your nightgown tightened as she stammered out: “M-My life! I will dedicate my life faithfully to you! Please, please forgive me, Your Highness. I'm sure I will be of use to you!”

This is easier than you think.

From the start, you have used your mistreatment as a ladder to get what you want—an informant. Countess Sasha will not be able to fill the role due to her aristocratic status among your ladies-in-waiting, making it very possible for her to act as a spy for someone who wants to know your every move. Ksenia on the other hand was too apathetic to immerse herself in gossips circulating in the palace.

Whereas Laura is the perfect one for it. In addition to her status as a commoner which makes her too far for the nobles to reach, she also likes to gossip.

Your face hosts a triumphant smile. You crouched down to take a closer look of her, cupping her small chin so she wasn't afraid to meet your eyes anymore.

"You're going to do that?"

Laura thinks of this as you softening for her. What she really doesn't know is that she stepped voluntarily into your trap. However, there is nothing for her to worry about as you will ensure that whoever stands by your side will be safe from harm.

They have to be.

“Y-yes! I will do whatever you ask! ”

Because you don't know what you will do if they don't.

The iron in your hand you tossed aside, clinking as it hit the floor. You noticed Laura's shoulders weren't as tense as before, her breathing wasn't as heavy as before. She watched you stand up and turn around, stroking your jewelry box.

"I don't think that's a bad offer." You smile at her through the mirror. “Prove how useful you are to me by telling me the latest gossip around the palace.”

You wrap yourself up as a woman who doesn't want to miss the talk around. Even if Laura is your criteria out of your other ladies-in-waiting, you shouldn't be too sure. By placing your trust in someone, it means that you have accepted the fact that betrayal will be as close as a pulse.

“… The latest gossip, Your Highness?” Laura made sure she had not misheard.

Now that she has dedicated her life to being loyal to you, the thing you want is as simple as her supplying you with all the gossip around the palace?

"Surely you can do that, right?"

Laura nodded quickly afraid you'd change your generous offering. “Of—of course, Your Highness!”

"Well. You can try to prove it from now on.”

Your lady-in-waiting's lips open and close like fish, turning her head to think about the latest, most interesting gossip she can give you. While waiting patiently, you noticed every inch of her slightly tattered dress. A frown manages to sit on your face from it. You'll do something about it later.

Laura looked up after finding something she was ready to tell you. “D-Duchess Anna!”

Your brow furrowed, “Duchess Anna?” Another familiar name you can't remember where you heard.

A nod from her before continuing, “She and the Duke are currently in the capital.”

You don't know what's so special about a duke and duchess visiting the capital. Did you miscalculate about Laura? A bit of disappointment crept into your heart from thinking she would give you more useful information.

"Then?"

“Earlier this morning, the maids in the kitchen were talking about Duchess Anna who had just doused her lady-in-waiting with hot water.”

You swear you've heard her name before. The more Laura mentioned it the more you tried to remember. Then, the memory of you, Duchess Rosalyne, and Lumine talking at your wedding reception replayed.

"Why would she do that?" You asked curiously.

"Some say it's because the lady-in-waiting doesn't turn to her even though she's been called twice."

Isn't that too trivial an excuse to hurt people? You didn't even have the intention of hurting Laura though she was planning to harm you. However, there will always be nobles like her, ones to act arbitrarily because they think they have authority.

Laura seemed to have noticed the change in your facial expression as she then added: "Duchess Anna is well known for being a grumpy person."

Grumpy person? More like cruel and ruthless, you think.

"Have I ever met her?" You asked for sure.

“The Duchess is invited to your wedding reception.”

That night, you met a lot of new people. However, you don't remember hanging out with the one named 'Anna'. So far, all you remember is Rosalyne—well, how could you forget her when she gave off that lingering charm when she first introduced herself to you.

Your lips pursed, "I don't think I've ever met her."

Laura nodded approvingly. “Besides being famous for her temperament, Duchess Anna has a husband that women often talk about. Some even said that he was the second most handsome in the aristocracy after His Highness Prince Childe.”

Your smile was almost replaced with a grimace. Of course, you also admit that Childe is an attractive man but, you didn't think people would make lists sorting them out like that.

Only out of curiosity you then ask: "What is her husband's name?"

From the blush on Laura's face before she managed to say it, you wonder how handsome this man is. “Ah, he is Duke Maxim, Your Highness.”

As soon as your ears perfectly caught the name, a chilling sensation struck you. Something fell before it was sucked in your stomach. You're disoriented as the memory of your most recent vision plays in the back of your head.

Duke Maxim. In your prophecy, he will be the one assisting Childe in the weaponry.

But, you have to make sure you don't mishear from hallucination. And so, with eyes watering from unblinking, you looked at Laura about to ask her again.

"Duke Maxim?"

Laura moved her head up and down in a nod. “Duke Maxim is in charge of Krykiye territory—”

"He's in the capital right now?" You interrupt rudely.

"That's right, Your Highness."

The waves of anxiety roll in bringing pain and a churning feeling in your stomach. The palms started to get wet from the sweat that suddenly came out. You feel like pins and needles are being stabbed in every part of you from wondering why Maxim is here.

Will the agreement be made sooner than you expected? Your vision does provide minimal information about when that will happen.

But, you haven't even prepared anything to thwart it.

"Do you.." You hate how soft your voice comes out. "Do you know why they're here?" You're trying to control the urge to pick on your fingers

From the expression Laura showed, you have concluded that she doesn't have the answer to your question this time. “Pardon my ignorance, Your Highness.” She shook her head, hanging her head low again from shame and fear.

This is bad, this is really bad. Laura did give you information but, not enough for you to know what will happen next. Even if Maxim isn't here to make a pact with Childe, that doesn't mean you have a lot of time to waste. You had to do something—you had to make sure in the future they wouldn't join hands.

So far, all you got was the fact that the temperamental and impulsive Duchess Anna was his wife. Secondly, Maxim is labeled as the most handsome man in Snezhnaya after your husband, making him always talked about by women as happened at your wedding reception.

You just realized something.

You realize you have the key that is likely to change everything.

Slowly, your breath feels less heavy. You took a deep breath before exhaling, sweeping away any remnants of your anxiety as you turned to your jewelry box.

"This is enough, you have proved you are useful to me." You take the red gem necklace that is now in your hand.

Laura's dark eyes followed how you turned back to her with a friendly smile. She notices the jewelry hanging in your hand, complimenting it in her heart of how beautiful it is when the sun's rays fall right on it.

You approached Laura. “As a reward, you can have this.” You said, extending your hand to her and watching the surprised look on her face.

"But, Your Highness—”

Laura stopped talking when you bent down to look at her still on the floor. “In exchange, I want you to find out if Lady Lumine of Monstadt is still in Snezhnaya.”

The necklace you handed over to her outstretched hand. Your back was straight before you turned around to close your jewelry box—where you had a chance to see the brooch Childe bought on the night of the Liyue festival. You can't help but taste bittersweet in that.

“I will be waiting for your result to determine if I want to have a tea party tomorrow. If so, make sure you send out invitations to her and to the noble ladies currently in the capital, Duchess Anna included.”

"Yes, Your Highness."

"You can prepare my bath now."

After receiving another order from you, Laura got up and walked towards the door to summon your other ladies-in-waiting. The room was quiet again. You stare at the fallen leaves outside the window even though your mind is elsewhere.

Whether your plan goes smoothly or not, you don't know. However, to find out don't you need to give it a try?

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Imagine being like a daughter to Natasha who was your mentor before you disappeared and during the fall of Shield she finds out you're Hydra

"I'm sorry did I step on your moment?" Natasha asked keeping her gun trained on Alexander Pierce.

This was the moment where Alexander should've started trying to change his tone, and maybe even beg for his life. Instead he just stood there in silence for a moment. Before his mouth started to twitch upward until a tiny smirk was on his face.

"Oh come now don't be shy Pierce please tell the rest of us just exactly. What's so funny?" Nat demanded aiming the gun a little higher. But then the gun started to crush itself right in her hand until it was nothing but a flat piece of metal. Her eyes widen in shock for a few seconds as she let it drop to the floor. Although she just lost the one true advantage she had over him. It didn't take long for her to recover her composure.

Natasha fixed her stance and went to dig her backup gun out of her waistband, and that was when she realized that something was truly wrong. There was a strong pressure pushing down on her body making it almost impossible for her to move. Her hand was slowly inching towards the weapon, but with every movement she felt like she was fighting against a thousand ton chain holding her back. How was Pierce able to do this.

It took some effort but Nat was finally able too turn her attention back to Alexander, and discovered there was another person standing a few feet behind him. Whoever it was they had on a distinctive black mask that covered most of their face expect for the eyes. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something about the eyes were familiar to her. One of the mystery person's hand was slightly closed in an almost fist, and when the enemy locked eyes with her. Their eyes turned into slits and the hand twitched a little bit, and the pressure on her body got stronger. It was now impossible for Natasha to move, and it was taking all her strength to stay on her feet.

Who the hell were you? and what kind of power did you have that let you do this?

"You didn't possibly think that Barnes was my only valuable asset." Alexander finally spoke up reaching a hand backward for you to take. Which you did letting him pull you forward till you standing by his side. Although you stayed silent waiting for his next command. "This here is my next prize possession, and honestly if Fury was here I would owe him a thank you. Because if he hadn't let this one slip through the cracks. She'd probably be one of your little Avenger buddies."

Natasha found her head being forced downward making her look at the floor. While Alexander talked and even though it was a struggle somehow. She found the strength to inch her head upward to look at you again for a quick second. Before your hand twitched again, and this time Natasha was forced to her knees.

"Oh dear don't be so rude let her stand and see who you really are. Let yourself feel the satisfaction of her realizing her mistakes" Alexander told you.

You shot him a look not needing to voice your dislike of all of this. But his facial expressions remained stoic, and you knew he wasn't asking. You reached out to the gravitational field surrounding Nat, and decreased it the pressure you had been applying. Natasha let out a breath nearly falling over. "Get up and look at her."

She didn't need Alexander to command her, and he knew that, but still it made him feel as though. He had some power over her when she did just exactly what he said. Natasha really couldn't wait until she could kill him, but for now her main focus was on you.

She watched intently as you slowly brought up a hand to remove your mask. While the other one stayed by your side slightly closed. It was then she realized the other members of the World Council were practically being forced to lay on the floor with whatever power you held over them. And before she could try and come up with some plan to get herself and them out of this situation. Your mask was thrown to the floor and her entire brain went blank, as she tried to process what she was seeing.

"Y/N b-but ho-how is th-this possible" she stammered beginning to move forward till her knees went weak causing her to stumble. It didn't matter you were done playing nice your eyes zeroed in on her, and she was on her knees again. Okay so your hands weren't the only way for you to use your powers.

"Don't call me that anymore my name is Gravity now, and please don't sound so shocked. Like you don't know what was supposed to happen to me. You signed off on the fucking paperwork Nat. How could you?" You sneered increasing the pressure on her body.

Natasha hissed through clenched teeth as her body was forced to lay on the floor. "Y/N I don't know what he's told you, or if he scrambled your brain-"

Alexander cut her off "there was no need to scramble her brain Romanoff."

"Shut it Pierce I swear I'm going to break every bone in your body-"

"Don't talk to him like that not when he saved my life after Shield decided to end it, and you backed them up." You shouted throwing out a hand.

The members of the World Council flinched.

"Don't you see now Natasha your old prodigy still has all of her memories intact. There was no need to brainwash her it was too easy to convince to join Hydra. After the utter betrayal she suffered from the organization she was nothing but loyal to, and the people she thought was her family. You see after that mission where y/n here was exposed to some poisonous toxins. Instead of dying she developed the power to manipulate gravity, and of course not seeing her true potential. Shield deemed her abilities too powerful, and her now a threat to the safety of the world. Nick Fury ordered her execution, and all I had to do was simply step in and stop it." Alexander explained not hiding the glee in his voice even as tears slipped from your eyes.

"How could you I saw you as my mo-" You choked up unable to finish the sentence.

Natasha's heart clenched in her chest as she tried to make sense of all of this. Because it was all news to her the only thing that rung the bell was the mission. Where you were exposed to the toxins after rushing in a laboratory without waiting for backup. She wasn't on that mission though and gave the agents who were an earful for not watching over you. Nat was told that the toxins took over the entire building, and they were forced to leave you behind. After that she went to search for you with Clint refusing to give up. But eventually she had to call it after not finding a single trace of your existence for five years. Natasha didn't abandon you or sign off on your death.

She thought you died in the field.

"Y/N enough of this kill the council members" Alexander ordered waving his hand.

Natasha eyes widened as she was able to see your fist slowly closing out of the corner of her eye. Screams of pain filled the air as the gravitational force around their bodies slowly crushed the life out of them.

"Y/N no stop this please listen to me its not too late for you. I know you're hurt and angry, but you have to know he lied to you" Natasha called out desperately. But it was too late the screams died down as the life left their bodies.

The deed was done.

You walked over and crouched down beside her. She lifted her head up enough to look up at you. Her eyes were pleading for you to stop instead you just smirked at her.

"Oh yeah I forgot to apologize for earlier."

She frowned trying to figure out what you had to be sorry for.

"You know for stepping on your moment" You said with a slight chuckle.

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So, You Give Up?

AN: First fic of the year & yet another commission! Huge thanks to @ulitmatelee19 Just some classic sibling antics with Nancy & Mike. Let me know if you want a commission!

The Wheeler siblings didn't always exactly get along, especially when they were younger. Oddly enough, it took the end of the world as they knew it to bring them together and learn to trust one another. And then their world kept crashing down around them. But there were calm periods amidst the chaos, and the pair had grown not quite fond of each other's company, but tolerant.

Yeah, tolerant was the right word: at least for Mike.

They were in the basement watching the Wizard of Oz and Dorthy had just set out on the yellow brick road. When she came across the Scarecrow, Nancy smirked and looked over at Mike, nudging him with her elbow. He looked at her expectantly.

She pointed at the screen and proudly proclaimed, "Look, it's you." Mike rolled his eyes and shoved her.

"Shut up, I look nothing like that," he grumbled. Nancy nodded in agreement.

"Hm, you're right... You look more like a flying monkey." She threw her head back with a laugh as he leaned into the arm of the couch, using his leverage to kick at her with both legs.

"Shut up! Don't make me kick your ass!" he threatened, but that just made her laugh harder.

"I'd love to see you try," she challenged.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Alright, but don't say I don't warn you!" He didn't wait for an answer before lunging at her, hands reaching out to tug her hair. She managed to grab both of his wrists, kicking her legs out to further keep Mike at bay.

His feet dug into the couch cushions for leverage as he tried to bulldoze his way over her with little success. How the hell could someone so skinny be so strong? Then again, he was one to talk.

She brought one leg up to his chest and pushed hard, sending him flying back to his side of the couch. She gave a triumphant little "hmph" and turned back to the TV with a smirk.

"Hey that's not fair! I wasn't ready!"

She scoffed and looked at him from the corner of his eye. "You're the one who started it," she pointed out.

"You had an unfair advantage," he argued.

"I was under you!"

"And you kicked me off!"

Nancy turned her attention back to the screen, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her grin at bay. "You're ridiculous."

"I want a rematch," he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why? So I can kick your ass again?" she mocked.

"It won't happen again," he muttered under his breath, leveling her with a glare. She rolled her eyes and sighed, standing up.

"Alright then, tough guy. Gimme your worst," she goaded, coaxing him over with her hand. He stared at her incredulously.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

It was a stalemate: the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop. As if psychically linked, they lunged for each other at once.

Mike placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing against her with all his might. She pushed against him, but was unable to hold her ground. Her socked feet slid backwards across the carpet, offering little to no traction. Mike was smirking down at her, which only fueled her fire to win. He was all too cocky, and she wanted nothing more than to put him in his place.

She wouldn't be able to win by sheer force, that much was certain. She'd have to be craftier if she wanted to come out on top. She glanced down, noticing his long, lanky legs take a step closer to her. Perfect.

She kicked one leg behind him, shoving her heel against the back of his knee, knocking his legs out from under him and sent him tumbling to the ground. She pumped a fist in the air, enjoying the small victory as she wiped away sweat with the other.

"I win," she declared breathlessly, brushing her bangs away from her forehead. She reached a hand out to help her brother to his feet.

He slapped the offered hand away, glaring up at her. "That's a cheap move." A mix between a scoff and a laugh fell past Nancy's lips.

"Are you serious right now? I won fair and square!" she said, defending her honor. Mike rolled his eyes, looking away. She squatted down to be at his level.

"I think someone's just a sore loser," she teased. Mike's face scrunched up in disgust.

"I am not!"

"Yeah? Prove it then!" she taunted, playfully shoving at his shoulder. In his pissy demeanor, he jerked back before she even touched him, causing her fingers to land in the crease between his arm and ribs. A strangled laugh escaped his throat as he fell back on the floor.

Nancy's eyes flashed with dangerous mischief as she cocked a brow at her brother.

"Nancy. Don't," he warned.

"Say you're a sore loser."

Mike's glare only intensified. "Hell no!"

She shrugged, mock sympathy overtaking her features. "Whatever. Your funeral."

Mike didn't have a chance to get away before Nancy tackled him right there on the floor, pinning him on his back. She wasted no time before digging her hands under his arms. He screeched and slammed his arms to his sides, trying to block out the feeling. Not that it really worked, but it's the thought that counts.

"Q-quit ihihit!" he whined, already curling into a ball on his side. Nancy smirked as she spidered her fingers down his sides and across his stomach as she hummed in contemplation, cocking her head to the side in thought.

"You know what? I don't think I will," she said matter of factly. Mike whined through his laughter, trying to swat her hands away to no avail. He managed to yell out a quick, "You suck!" in between bouts of laughter.

Nancy scoffed in dismay and placed a hand on her chest. "Excuse me?"

"You heard mehehe!" he sassed, despite knowing it would be his downfall.

Something playful yet dangerous flashed in her eyes and for a moment she smirked before setting her jaw. She leaned back and cracked her knuckles, the sound causing her brother to break down into pleading giggles.

"Plehease, I'm sohohorry!"

"Sorry's not good enough." Then, she dove right back in for the ribs.

"Nothihihing's ehever good enough fohohor you! Shihihit, I didn't mehehean thahat!"

She pinched each rib one by one, taking note of every twitch, gasp, and snort mingling with his laughter. "Take it back you little shit!" she demanded, but her tone was lighter than expected.

"Okay, okahahay, I tahake it bahahack!" he quickly yielded, but the tickling didn't stop. "Nahahancy, Ihi'm sorry," he repeated, in case she couldn't make it out the first time.

"Okay, good. Now say you're a sore loser,"

"What? No way!" he cried defiantly. She shrugged.

"Whatever you say." She scratched over his ribcage, kneading his sides as she traveled down. When she latched onto his hips, all hope was lost. He bucked his hips, trying to throw her off balance, but it seemed she was firmly planted.

She drilled her thumbs in circles directly over the bone, effectively driving him insane. Still, her hands continued on their journey until they latched onto his knees.

He snorted and immediately started kicking like mad, head thrown back in wild hysterics. He couldn't remember the last time Nancy had played around with him like this. Hell, he couldn't remember the last time anyone had.

Long nails scribbled over his kneecaps, drawing out a loud snort. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, so with nothing else to do, he buried his flushed face in hide hands.

She gave him a thorough once over and decided to grant him a show of mercy.

"Alright, I guess you've learned your lesson." Relief immediately washed over him. "Right after this." Relief than vanished just as quick as it had appeared.

Needless to say, it was a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.

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