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Chapter 1- I D.A.R.E. You

Summary: After starting your new job as a 3rd grade teacher at Alma Pierce Elementary School, you meet a handsome Javier Peña who has been forced to come give a presentation to your grade. Although you've never met him, you're shocked to find out you may have more in common than you'd think.

Warnings: Mentions of Javi's past work for the DEA, mentions of death and grief, language, financial compensation if you were subjected to the D.A.R.E program as a child, Javi's family friends giving him sass

Word count: 6.2K

A/N: Post Season 3 Javi lives forever in my brain, as the first chapter of this story takes place in Laredo, May of 1997. This man deserves love, and boy is he going to get it.

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“It’s your lucky day, Peña!”

Javier glanced up from the pile of paperwork scattered across his desk to acknowledge the voice coming from the doorway to his office.

“What do you want, Carter?”

Javier's voice half grunted in response, his eyes shifting back down to the pile of papers on his desk. In his doorway stood his office mate, Detective Eric Carter. When Javier began his new position with the Laredo County Sheriff's Department 4 months ago, it took everything in him to keep from calling his new co-worker Steve. At a glance, he looked just like his old DEA partner. Tall, lanky, with a wiry head of blonde hair and bright blue eyes. 30 seconds into meeting Carter, it didn’t take long to realize looks were about the only thing he and Steve Murphy had in common. Eric Carter was a human ray of fucking sunshine, and his chipper demeanor was blinding Javier this early in the morning.

“It’s your turn!” Carter replied in a sing-songy voice, slapping a red file folder onto Javier’s desk, covering the papers he had been sorting through. Javier picked up the folder and crinkled his brows in confusion. He turned the cover towards him, holding it just far enough away so that his squint trying to read its contents wasn’t too obvious. God, he just needed to give up and buy reading glasses already.

As he got the folder just the right distance away from his face, he gave Carter a look that said absolutely fucking not. The folder read D.A.R.E school assembly lessons, with a picture of the Lion mascot giving a big thumbs up in his black D.A.R.E shirt. The office had recently been recruited by Laredo Public School District to start giving presentations to the Elementary schools, using the program aptly abbreviated for Drug Abuse Resistance Education.

“Just take away the “R” and rearrange some letters and it spells DEA!” Carter laughed to himself. “It’s like it was made for you!”

“No.”

“Sorry Peña, you’re bottom of the totem pole this week. We’ve all done our time, and you’re the last one left in the office who has yet to go present. It’s not even that bad, you just basically go talk to these kids for an hour and tell them drugs are bad, don’t do them, yadda, yadda, yadda, you get the gist, and then it’s done. Piece of cake!”

“I’m not fucking going.” Javier scoffed. “I have shit I have to get done.” Gesturing in annoyance to the piles of papers on his desk, now in disarray from the folder being thrown on his desk.

“Not a choice, Mr. Peña.”

A new voice passed by the doorway, and a much broader frame stood behind Carter’s. Chief Deputy Dean Morris, had joined the conversation, knowing that it wouldn’t end easily for Detective Carter if he kept harassing Javier about it. Morris was head of the department, and what he said, went. Coming from a background in the Air Force, Morris knew how “civilian” a position at a sheriff’s department must have felt for Javier after his time in the DEA. 5 years ago, it seemed fair to think that neither of them would have assumed paperwork, mundane training programs, and now, arguing over talking to 10 year olds about the dangers of doing drugs would have played any importance in their jobs.

“Right of passage. Ever since the school board dropped this on us last year, we’ve all done our time. Believe me, no one wants to do it, but like Carter said, today is your lucky day!” Morris’s voice oozed with sarcasm, knowing that Javier would absolutely hate every second of what he was about to have to do.

“You lucked out on your day to go too, Peña. It looks like you get to go to the school with the hot teach-OW! Hey! What was that for?!” Morris had slapped Carter’s shoulder before he could get out the rest of his sentence.

“Keep it in your pants, okay Carter?”

Carter let out a huff of defeat. “I’m just saying, he could have gotten worse days to go…”

“Just read from the notes, let the kids ask a couple of questions at the end and then you’re on your way. Easy peasy. When you get to the school office they’ll let you know where to go.”

Javier opened his mouth to rebuttal, but before he could even get out a word, Morris held up his hand to stop him.

“Not a choice. I’ll have Carter help you finish sorting paperwork, so don’t try to bullshit me and tell me that you have too much work to get done.”

Javier let out a sigh of frustration that was a little louder than he intended it to be. His hands rested on his forehead as he rubbed the bridge of his nose before replying.

“Fine. But this is one and done.”

“Good man.” Morris reached over Javier’s desk and gave him a pat on the shoulder. He and Carter started to make their way out of Javier’s office when Morris turned his head over the back of his shoulder.

“Carter’s right about the teacher, too. She’s a catch.” He winked and shut the door behind him.

Javier gathered his things and made his way through the office, passing by Detective Carter’s desk.

“Have funnnnnnn! Say ‘hi’ to the hot teacher for me!” Carter mocked, twinkling his fingers, waving at Javier.

Without saying a word, Javier flipped him off, and kept walking.

Settling into his truck, Javier set down his belongings in his passenger seat, and opened up the red file folder to see where his unexpected journey was taking him.

This is fucking ridiculous He mouthed to himself as he cranked up the AC in the truck with one hand, and rummaged the other through the items on the seat. Reaching next to him, he grabbed and opened the folder, and grazed his index finger down the inside cover, where a schedule of schools, dates, and times were printed. At the bottom, he found

5/27/97- Alma Pierce Elementary School, 12:00-12:30 pm, school cafeteria

Javier’s heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. He read the line several times, re-checking the location and date to make sure what he read was true.

Fuck.

To any of his other co-workers who had been tasked with giving one of these D.A.R.E. presentations, the elementary school they were assigned to that day most likely held little to no significance. Of course, out of the 16 elementary schools in the Laredo Public School District, Javier was assigned to the one that held the most significance to him.

The school that his mother taught at for her entire teaching career before she passed away.

Since returning home from Colombia, Javier had been avoiding human contact like the plague. He had returned as somewhat of a “hometown hero” after his accomplishments with the DEA but couldn’t have felt further from it. He had become Laredo’s hottest topic.

“What was it like to help catch Escobar?! The Cali Cartel?!”

“We’re so proud of you, the DEA couldn’t have done it without you!”

“When are you going to come over and tell us all about Colombia? We want to know everything!”

Each question, compliment and conversation about his time in South America was like a knife to his heart, slowly twisting with each word that came out of someone’s mouth. He could feel the guilt and burden of his time away growing heavier and heavier as he politely smiled through these conversations.

But worse than the strangers who felt entitled to berate Javier about his time in Colombia, were his friends and family who he had been actively avoiding since returning home. Besides his father, Javier hadn’t seen anyone close to him since his mother’s funeral 8 years ago. It hurt Javier knowing that he had returned to Laredo a changed man, haunted by the things he had seen and done. His mother’s closest friends, those that she worked with at Alma Pierce Elementary School, had promised to fulfill Lucia Peña’s dying wish that they would look out for Javi and made sure that he came home okay.

Well, Javier was home. He wasn’t quite sure how to break it to them that he wasn’t really okay.

As he drove and parked in front of the school building, Javier’s heart began to beat heavier in his chest. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he started at the entrance to the school. He couldn’t decide if the feeling swirling around in his stomach was comfort or terror, knowing that Alma Pierce Elementary looked exactly the same as it did the last time he was here 9 years ago with his mother.

He did know that part of that feeling definitely had to be terror, as he began to think about the fact he was about to be interrogated relentlessly by his late mother’s closest friends. Might as well sign these women up to work for the DEA- they were probably more terrifying than anyone Javier had encountered in his time working there.

After a few more deep breaths, Javier gathered his things out of his truck and headed towards the main doors. Each footstep felt like he was walking through wet cement, questioning if it was too late to turn around.

Practically tip toeing in to the office, hoping to be as inconspicuous as possible, Javier let out a soft “Hi, I’m from the sheriff's department, I’m here for-“

Before he could even finish his sentence, the office secretary, a tiny and graying Señora Gutierez was thrusting her arms across the threshold of the office desk to wrap Javier in an impressively strong hug.

“JAVIER PEÑA. I cannot believe it’s you! oh my sweet mijo, look at you! The older you get, the more like Chucho you look, dios mio! Why haven’t you stopped by?! We have all missed you so much, what have you been doing? It is so good to see you!”

Here we go.

“Hola, Señora.” Javier half grunted from how tight he was being squeezed. “It’s nice to see you too.”

“I have lots to ask but I know you need to go, or they will know that this old woman has been running her mouth, making you late.” Señora Gutiérrez began shooing her hand, as to send Javier on his way.

Javier chuckled. He felt his body begin to ease slightly, letting the familiarity of friendly faces bring him a small sense of comfort.

“I would hope after this VERY LONG time that you have not been to see your mamà’s dearest friends, you still remember where the cafeteria is?” She gave Javier a playful grin.

“Sí, Señora.”

“Everyone will be so happy to see you, mi amor. Now go, or everyone will be after me for keeping you!”

Grabbing his things, Javier made his way down the bustling hallway. Tiny faces stared up at his, as he shuffled his way towards the cafeteria doors. There, he was greeted by a sea of children chatting amongst themselves and 3 smiling faces, patiently waiting for his arrival.

“JAVI!”

Out of any of the faces he was bound to see today, these were the 3 he would recognize anywhere. The ladies who stood before him were the fellow 3rd grade teachers who had taught alongside his mother for almost 20 years.

The ladies surrounded him in a bear hug, Javier quietly noting to himself that he had definitely reached his hug quota for the next several weeks.

“It’s so good to see you, Javi.” The first of the 3 women spoke, her words sweet like honey. Linda Garcia was short and stout, her gray bangs brushing over the brim of her glasses as she looked up at Javier. Linda had always had a soft spot for Javi, and reminded him the most of his mother.

“It’s good to see you t-“

“PENDEJO. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! WHY HAVE YOU NOT CALLED?! WE SWORE TO YOUR LATE MOTHER THAT WE WOULD TAKE CARE OF YOU, AND IF IT WASN’T FOR CHUCHO KEEPING US UPDATED TH-”

“Maria, let the boy breathe, this is the first time you’re seeing him in years, and this is the route you’re going to take? Dios Mio.”

Standing next to Linda were her 2 partners in crime, Maria Rogers and Estelle Lopez.

If you didn’t know Maria Rogers, you would be shocked to see the ferocity that came out of such a tiny woman. Javier’s mother used to refer to her “el vòlcan”- a matching nickname for her fiery personality.

Estelle, on the other hand, was one of the most soft spoken people that Javier had ever meant. If she had something to say, he knew it was time to listen.

“Hi everyone, it’s really great to see all of you.” Javier meant it. As overwhelmed and flustered as he was, it brought him peace to know after the hell that these last 8 years had been, some things never change.

“MRS. ROGERSSSSSSS. WHEN IS THIS GONNA START?! I’M HUNGRY AND I KNOW LUNCH IS AFTER THIS.”

“BE QUIET, MICHAEL. YOU KNOW WE’RE STILL WAITING FOR ONE MORE CLASS. YOU’RE SO ANNOYING.”

“AM NOT!”

“AM TOO!”

Chatter and fidgeting amongst the 3rd graders instantaneously increased, the crowd of children now growing restless.

“Oi, these niños will be the death of me, thank goodness this school is almost done.” Maria mumbled under her breath, the other 2 teachers rolling their eyes and laughing in agreement. “We’re just waiting on one more class, but they should be here any minute.”

Overhearing the conversations shouted across the cafeteria, Agent Carter’s voice wandered through Javier’s thoughts.

“You get the school with the hot teacher!”

Obviously, Carter was not referring to the 3 women who stood before him. Although he wasn’t one for crude office banter, Javier couldn’t help but wonder if Carter’s statement really held true. With a genuine curiosity and a slight smirk on his face, he leaned back, arms crossed and asked, “Yeah wait, there’s still four 3rd grade teachers right?”

The women all shot him a look that took him aback, their eyes burning a hole though Javier.

“Jesus, you men really have a one track mind don’t you. Yes, I’m sure all of your friends from the department have been more than happy to tell you about our new teacher who just joined us. She is a sweet girl, and I am sure she is sick of getting harassed by all of you.”

“Maria, I was just asking a quest-“

“Javier Jesus Peña, I have known you since before you were born. Wipe that smug look off your face, I know exactly why you asked the question”.

Yup, things haven’t changed a bit.

Before he could retort, the cafeteria doors began to swing open, followed by a long line of children, and you.

“1, 2, 3, eyes on me!”

“1, 2, eyes on you!

God, the amount of times you’d had to repeat that phrase as the end of the school year approached, you might as well have gotten it tattooed on your forehead.

“Okay 3rd graders, we’re already 5 minutes late for our assembly, and I’m sure the other classes are not going to be happy that we’re holding them up, and probably making us late for lunch after”

The chatter stopped. With only a few days left in the school year, you were running out of ammunition to keep your class’s attention. At least the threat of being late to unch would work for now.

A little hand shot up from the middle of the line you were about to trail down the hallway, like a mother duck with her babies following in line. “What’s your question, Jaun?”

“Do you know if it’s gonna be the same guy as last time? He was kind of scary.” Mumbles of agreement came from the voices surrounding him. The Laredo Sheriff's Department had sent in a slew of their employees each week for these presentations, and you had been convinced none of them had ever even attempted to talk to a child. Last week’s presenter, Martin, Michales, something like that, had spent the large time of his presentation talking about getting murdered by the Cartel, leading to tears from many of your students, and a prompt request to not have him back.

“I don’t know sweetie, it seems like there’s someone new who comes every week, but I sure hope it’s not him.” The class let out a small giggle. These were the moments you loved about your job as a teacher, especially now that you had moved to an older grade where your kids finally picked up on your subtle jokes with them.

You had been with your class since after Christmas break, filling in as a long term sub for a 3rd grade teacher on maternity leave. The job followed an impromptu move from Chicago to Texas after breaking off your relationship with your boyfriend (regrettably, almost fiancé) of 3 years, who had been cheating on you behind your back for 2 of them. You felt like an idiot that you hadn’t seen it coming, but it still hit you like a ton of bricks. Paul had plenty of red flags, but your optimistic demeanor and the mounting peer pressure of watching your friends get married and start their own families made you feel trapped. It still stung to think you would have settled for a miserable life with Paul out of the fear you wouldn’t find anyone else.

Desperate to get as far away from Illinois as possible, you packed your bags and made the nearly 4 day drive down to Laredo, Texas. Laredo, a strange choice to many, but made nothing but complete sense to you. Your best friend since the 2nd grade, Sarah Alverez, had moved to Laredo your Freshman year of high school, her father accepting an agricultural engineering position in ranching country. You spent every summer until college visiting her and her family, having nothing but the fondest of memories for a sleepy town outside of San Antonio. It was a stark chance from the hustle and bustle of Chicago suburbia where you had spent your childhood. Long, carefree summer days made you promise yourself that if you ever did leave Chicago, you’d find yourself here. Well, you had made good on your promise, but for reasons that still made your stomach churn in gut-wrenching knots.

You and your class journeyed down the hallway to the cafeteria. Thank god it was a short trip, because you were far too tired to put up with the bickering and shenanigans the back of your line often seemed to plague you with. Just as you were entering through the cafeteria doors, you promptly turned around, your body facing the line as you walked backwards further into the cafeteria. “Isabella and Jorge, keep your hands to yourself! You two know you’re not supposed to be in line togeth-” Before you could finish your sentence, the back of your body collided with one behind you that you hadn’t seen since turning around to stop a near WWE smackdown in the hallway. You had bumped into kids more than once who weren’t paying attention to their surroundings, but it became very clear, very quickly, that the body you had backed yourself into was not a child’s.

The body you had backed yourself into was much taller and broader than yours. Two large hands firmly, but gently grasped around the middle of your upper arms to catch you without stumbling backwards any further. An overwhelming scent of cedarwood and sage cologne filled your senses. This obviously was not one of your coworkers, either.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorr-“ you started to apologize as you came to face the body that had stopped you in your tracks. Your apology halted as you were met by incredibly broad shoulders covered by a navy blue suit jacket. As your gaze continued upwards, the shoulders were followed by a strong square jawline and plush lips, the upper covered with an impeccable mustache. Continuing up, you were met with the most beautiful, deep chocolate brown eyes, whose soft stare soon met yours. There was no denying that this man was devilishly handsome. Realizing that you had most definitely been starting too long, you restated your apology. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were behind me.” Your eyes shifted away from his and darted down to the floor.

A small smirk formed on his face as he looked down at you. He didn’t realize it, but he couldn’t help it. You were wearing a yellow sun dress that hit just above your knees, covered by a light washed denim jacket. Your dress swayed beautifully as he watched you take your last few steps backwards, making him question himself if he let you run into him on purpose. You smelled like vanilla and something sweet that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Pink embarrassment flooded your cheeks as a soft smile on your face met his. He now too realized that he had been staring a little too long, and that he still had his grasp on your arms as you had turned around to look at him.

“No it’s okay.” He let out a small laugh under his breath. “I just didn’t want you to go too much further and trip over anything else.” He gently let his hands leave her arms, and watched as she brushed a piece of hair out of her face and looked back up at him.

“Should we go sit down now?!” A small voice shouted from your line, causing you to snap back to reality, realizing that you had a line of children still standing behind you.

“Yes, sorry sweetie” you replied, brushing your dress down back into place. “You guys can go find a spot behind Mrs. Rogers’ class.” Your class passed by you, paying no mind to the interaction that just took place between you and the man you had just bumped into.

As you watched your class pass by, you turned back around to find the man still staring at you, causing your heart to palpably beat in your chest. The same strong hands that had caught you were now extended in your direction, offering a handshake to introduce himself. “I’m Javier Peña, uh Javi, actually” as your hand met his, realizing how small they felt in his grip. “I’m from the Laredo Sheriff's department, I uh, I’m the one that’s supposed to be doing the whole presentation thing today.” Your hand stayed in his as you introduced yourself. God, his hands were something else.

His grip loosened as your co-workers began to move towards you. You began to realize how hot your face felt, knowing that you were flushed with embarrassment not only from almost falling into a crowd of 10 year olds, but from how awe struck you were by the man who had caught you.

The three women on your 3rd grade team had taken you in as one of their own when you started your job here. They had been more than happy to step in to help you with whatever you needed, including trying to set you up with every single man your age that they knew. With the exception of the parade of overly forward sheriff's department members who had been at your school every Wednesday. Those 3 had no problem telling those men to fuck right off and leave you alone (in the nicest way possible.) The ladies slowly crept closer towards you, sly grins stretched across their faces as they giggled like school girls.

“OH, so it looks like you met our sweet Javier!” Linda said with over exaggerated enthusiasm.

“Sweetie, you’re SO good with the technology around here, you know how us old ladies are. Maybe you could help him set up the video he needs for his presentation today?” You knew damn well these women knew how to press play on a VCR. You grimaced your face at Maria. While you couldn’t see your face, you were absolutely positive your expression was screaming “Oh my God, could you please make it any more obvious that this man is insanely attractive and you don’t need to add to the embarrassment after I already ran into him like an idiot?!”

“Yeah, of course, I’d be more than happy to help!” You pointed towards the stage that sat in front of the cafeteria. “Just come this way and I’ll show you how to set it up.”

Following behind you, Javier leaned his head down towards yours. “Must be the most complicated VCR set up I’ve seen in a while.”

You let out a giggle. “Yeah, they're all very sweet, but not the most skilled with anything that has to do with technology. When our principal had mentioned the idea of us potentially getting a computer lab, they just about had a heart attack. Setting up the TV to play a video should be no problem.” You gestured towards the stage at the front of the cafeteria where the TV cart was kept for presentations. He followed behind you, keeping a respectful distance. Not respectful enough to keep himself from staring at the curve of your ass in your dress as you walked up the stage stairs.

“Do you have the tape you need to show?” Your words went in one ear and out the other. Carter and Morris weren’t kidding. He hated to admit that those idiots were right about anything, but God, you were beautiful. His gaze was locked on you as squatted down next to the VCR, ejecting its previous contents. It seemed in that moment that you very much both realized that when Javier stood in front of you, you eye level with his waist, staring up at him, dangerously close to his coc-

“Uh, yeah, yeah sorry,” he shook his head slightly to snap himself out of the thought he was about to have. “Thanks.” he smiled sheepishly.

“Well I’m no technology expert, but all you should have to do is press play wherever you need to, and you should be good to go! Let me just roll this cart out for you and we’re good for you whenever you’re ready!” You began pushing the cart out onto the stage, but before you could get anywhere, Javi had his hand over yours.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure it’s probably heavy, I can push it.” He insisted.

You raised your eyebrows and gave him a look that made him step away.

“What, you think I can’t do it?” Defiantly, you pushed the cart out to the middle of the stage to prove a point, looking back at him and shrugging with an “I told you so” look on your face. Any other woman he had met would have thankfully given up the task, let alone offer to do it at all. At that moment, Javier Peña knew you were not just any other woman. And that- that terrified him in the best way possible.

Just before you hopped off the edge of the stage to re-join your class, you looked up at him as he ran his fingers through his locks of thick, curly brown hair, trying to regain his composure.

“Good luck up there, Mr. Peña.”

Javier couldn’t even tell you what had happened in the 30 minutes that he was up on stage. There were many times throughout his career where he had stared out into a sea of blank faces as he gave a presentation about intel, informats, wire taps… but having the eyes of 80 9 and 10 year olds glued to his every word was an absolutely terrifying experience. Not because he was nervous about the judgment of a child who may or may not even be able to tie their shoes or wipe their nose, but because of what they may say about him to you. It took everything in his power not to stare at you the entire time he was up there, but every time he glanced in your direction, your face lit up with a reassuring smile. You had even given him a little thumbs up when he had successfully started the VCR, playing a clip of Daren the D.A.R.E Lion.

As the presentation finished, the kids applauded and gave a unanimous “thank you!” prompted by the teachers.

As your class gathered behind you to walk down to the cafeteria, Maria tapped your shoulder.

“Take a picture, mija, it will last longer.”

You were too busy staring at Javi to even notice that Maria was talking to you. Her words went in one ear and out the other.

“Huh, what? Sorry, did you say something?”

“I said, take a picture, it will last longer.” Maria laughed to herself. “I don’t think your eyes have left him once since you walked in here.”

You hated to admit it, but it was true. You had known this man for less than an hour, and he already had butterflies dancing around in your stomach. God, what were you, 12?! Pull it together.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Maria.” Of course you did. If you were wearing pants, they would be up in flames. Liar, liar, pants on fire.

“I’ll take your class to lunch today. I’ll be back to help stack all of the chairs in a few. I’m sure he could use some help cleaning up, and I’ve heard that VCR is really difficult to work.” Maria nudged you before she turned around to collect your class and parade them out of the gym. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Trying to contain your excitement, you playfully rolled your eyes and shook your head.

The other teachers and students left, leaving just you and Javi. He gathered his things that he had left on the stage and started to make his way back down the stairs. It took him a moment to realize you were standing at the edge of the steps, arms crossed over your chest, smiling up at him.

“I’m sorry if the kids were rowdy. It’s been a zoo since there’s only a few days of school left.” You both let out a small chuckle. Now that you two were alone, you became very aware of how nervous you were.

“You did a really great job! Honestly, you’re the best person we’ve had since we’ve started doing these presentations. The guy we had last time, I can’t remember his name, something with an M?! Anyways, I don’t think he’s ever spoken to a child in his entire life, and there were definitely some tears.”

Definitely Morris, Javi noted to himself.

“Thanks, I uh- didn’t think I’d be so nervous to talk in front of a bunch of kids. I’m glad it wasn’t too bad. I should thank you for helping me with that video. Didn’t need to get my pride bruised in front of 10 year olds. Also glad I didn’t make anyone cry.”

You both let out small laughs, your cheeks revealing small smiles across your faces. While the silence between you grew, the distance between you began to shrink as you both subconsciously took a small step towards each other.

He watched as a small wave of sadness flooded your expression. “Stinks that this is the last week of presentations before the school year ends. it would have been nice to have you back.” You looked at him with a half hopeful smile. You saw the same feeling reflected back in him as his brow scrunched and bottom lip entered a small pout.

“Oh shit. Yeah, I uh, I guess I forgot it’s the end of the school year. That would make sense there wouldn’t be anymore presentations.” He rested one hand on his hip, as the other traveled through his thick, brown locks. You bit down on your bottom lip, stunned by his broadness and shoulders to waist ratio, which was made even more apparent as his fingers combed through his hair. His deep brown eyes met yours, melting you instantly. “If I had known that you would have been here, I would have signed up to come a lot earlier.”

Before you had a chance to recover yourself from the puddle you had just turned into, the cafeteria doors swung open once again. Maria was a woman on a mission. Her tiny, thin frame marched with purpose towards you both.

“Oh good thing I caught you, amor! I was just thinking that I had something important to tell Javier before he left and I’m so glad you’re here to hear it too. Javi happens to be a dear familiar friend, and I was just telling him before the presentation how excited I am to see him and his father at my cookout this Saturday! I know you had mentioned you were thinking about going! You’ll be there, won’t you Javier? Aren't you so excited to come to the party this Saturday?”

Maria and Javier entered a silent stare down. Their expressions allowed them to have an entire conversation without speaking a word.

There’s a party on Saturday? What are you talking about? What does this have to do with anything?

Dios Mio, Pendejo. Take the hint. I already invited her. She will be there on Saturday so you can see her again. Don’t mess this up.

“Oh really?” You chimed in, perhaps a bit too over enthusiastic. “I wasn’t really going to know anyone besides the staff at school, so it would be nice to see another familiar face!” In all honesty, you were trying to find a way out of going before just now. Huge social gatherings of strangers weren’t really your thing, but if it meant it was a chance to see Javi again, you would brave it.

“Oh yeah, the uh, the cookout! Yeah, uh, yeah, I’ll be there. It would be really nice to see you again, too.” Although Javier’s tone carried a tint of confusion, his smile was confirmed that his statement was genuine.

“Bueno!” Maria clasped her hands together and shook her head in delight. “So you will BOTH be there on Saturday!”

You could already feel your heart swelling at the prospect of seeing Javi again.

“Oh and mija”, Maria turned towards you, your face lighting up, wondering if she had even more good news to deliver. “They need you in the office. Isabella and Jorge got into a wrestling match in the cafeteria and the secretaries needed to call their parents. Oi, these niños are like wild animals, summer cannot come fast enough!”

“Of course they did. They might as well put WWE referee under our job description because it seems like that’s all I’m doing all day. It’s like herding feral cats.” you groaned. “Those two cannot be together next year…”

Javi let out a snort. “Sorry”, he said, trying to contain his laughter. You joined in, realizing the ridiculousness of your statement.

“Alright, well I guess that’s my cue to go. It was really nice to meet you, Javi. I’m really glad I get to see you again.” It took every ounce of strength in your body to move yourself out of the cafeteria doors. As you walked away, you turned once more to look back over your shoulder, to find that Javi’s eye’s hadn’t moved from your direction since you turned around. “See you on Saturday.”

Even after you were out of sight, Javi still stood frozen, his eyes wide and jaw still half open.

“Hola, earth to Javier, are you there?!” Maria interjected, waving her hand in front of Javi’s awe struck face.

Snapping out of his trance, Javier began to speak, but was stopped before he could get out a single word.

“Listen to me mijo. I want you to be happy. That was all Lucia asked for before she passed. So first and foremost, you are welcome.” Maria gestured, alluding to the fact that Javier owed her big time for what had just happened. “Secondly, she is a sweet girl. If you do anything to break her heart, so help me, I will come to the ranch and run you over with your father’s tractor. Understood?”

“Understood.” Javier understood that this was not a threat, it was a promise.

“Good. She’s a good one, Javier. She reminds me so much of your mother. Lucia would have loved her.” She reached up her hand to cup the side of Javi’s face, before bringing her other arm around him for a hug.

Javier exhaled, trying his best to hold back the tears that were welling in his eyes. It was the first time since returning home that he felt a sense of relief and comfort fill his body. Maybe, he was more than the man he was returning home from Colombia. Maybe, the people who loved him before he left still loved him now, despite the person he’d become. Maybe, just maybe, someone else could love him for the new man he now hoped to become.

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metalotaku-da · 7 months

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So many cross overs so narrow of common hero choices. Let's expand a little.

"Rip what the hell is that?"

"It appears sir, to be a small human child. Around the developmental stage of 4-5"

"Even you know better than to cuss infront of kids.

"I was gone for five minutes."

"Actually I snapped you back to a minute after you left."

"Are You misser booser gol?"

"Yeah kid that's me. You a fan or something who got into something you shouldn't to find me?"

"No. Clockie said tis for you." Hands a sticky note to booster.

Note reads: this is Danny. You will care for him from now on. See this as payment for resetting your time line safely. If you even try pass him off to Bruce wayne/batman, I will ensure your entire familial line never touched time traversing. And you stayed forever trapped in the 31st century. -clockwork master ancient of all time. P.s. there is not conning your way out of this. I will hunt down every ancestor or decendant for all time.

"This looks very serious sir. Congratulations sir you are a father Now"

"Wow kid. Clockie must hate you. I'm so sorry."

"I'm not that bad of an option. Obviously I was judged better that batsy."

"Clockie ass hero I want to say wiff."

"OH kiddo and you asked for the greatest hero boostergold?"

"I wike space. He say geen lanern is space. He take care of me."

"I'm so sorry sir, you have already disappointed your new child. Should I take a commemorative photo of this milestone moment for you?"

"No" "yes skeets"

Camera flashes.

"I shall add this photo to a new album labeled baby book. It is labeled Danny's first disappointment, sir."

"Thank you skeets." X2 one sarcastic one pleased.

"I wan geen lanern."

"Think you're gonna need help anyway Micheal. Call one of them. Not guy."

"I would never co-parent with guy. What kind of idiot do you take me for?"

"Rip takes you as the utmost idiot sir. As does most of the justice league sir."

"Thanks skeets."

"You are most welcome sir."

"Can I pay wif the talking space ship?"

"Sure kid." Pushes skeets into the kids hands.

"I do not believe I am rated for physical interaction by children under 10 sir."

"To bad skeets." Picks up Danny who looks up at him instead of at skeets to smile all teeth. "Holy shit are those fangs? We are going to go see my friend Ted now. He will know what to do."

"He will atleast know not to cuss infront of kids. Don't know about the rest."

"Is ted geen lanern?"

Cue shenanigans. They were roommates, but adopted a child.

"Does Batman know you stole a child from him?" <- Jaime when he visits.

"Do not even joke like that. My existence is at stake."

"Batsy is the new beetle juice. In this house."

"Are You geen lanern?"

"Sorry kid I am blue beetle."

"Should I take a picture for Danny's third disappointment since becoming your child sir?"

"No skeets."

"3rd? How long you had him?"

"A week"

"Ouch. Hey kiddo why do you want to meet green lantern? Aren't these guys just as cool?"

"Considering the average human body temperature is 98.6 degrees I do not believe they qualify as cool sir." Jaime is picking up danny to hold on his hip.

"Clockie says geen lanern is space." Danny smiles.

"Are those fangs? Is this a meta kid? You like space? My scarab is from space. Isn't that just as... Oh My, no scarab!" Scarab starts to go into protect host mode while screaming danger desteoy threat in Jaime head just as Danny's eyes start to glow green at the statement and his mouth splits inhumanly wide with even more teeth. Ted and Michael scramble to grab Danny and move him away from Jaime till he gets control of the scarab again. But Danny has a death grip and won't let go of his new friend.

"I do believe sir that your new child qualifies as a meta. Should I take a picture to commemorate your child's first power demonstration sir?"

#dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #blue beetle #booster gold #ted kord #dc universe #danny phantom

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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Mikey's girl PART TWO II :

Warning : suggestive talk, dirty jokes, Bonten being gossips again...

Summary : I didn't thought of making a part two of this, but you all liked it so much and asked to meet the other executives, so here we are !

PART ONE LINK HERE.

You should read the part one before starting this !

-" You know... " Sanzu, sitting on the chair in front of Mikey's started, earning his boss's attention. " You maybe should invite her to the gala event, boss. "

The latter lifted his head from his paperwork in front of him, looking at his henchman dead in the eyes and tilting his head to the side.

-" Your girl, I mean. " He added, in front of his boss' confusion.

Mikey frowned, which made Sanzu gulp down.

-" That's none of your business. "

Haruchiyo sank deeper in his seat, playing with his pill's bottle under the table discreetly.

-" Yeah, right. I'm sorry, Mikey... "

Nodding, Mikey looked back at his work, but something kept him from focusing on the words he was reading. Because of that damn Sanzu, he couldn't help but wonder what would be your reaction if he, actually, invited you at the gala Bonten were organizing in few days.

-" Why... Though ? " He started, for the first time his tone was laced with a spark of doubt which surprised Haruchiyo.

-" Um, well... Most men like to bring compagnie to these kinda events, and... You know, chicks usually like when their guys take them out to classy places".

Deep inside, he couldn't deny what his henchman had just said since he had no knowledge of being in a relationship besides some one night stands here and there.

Chicks usually like when their guys take them out... would you give him that smile of yours that made his chest go through strange heat states ?

Most importantly, would you actually appear next to him, as... As an official something ? Would you like being associated with one of the most dangerous Japan criminals ? You, the closest thing to an angel ?

-" That's still none of your business, though. "

Anxiety began creeping in inside you the minute you stepped into that ballroom. From the excessively rich decoration to the women's eyes that already started scanning you, everything screamed at you to run, this was not your element.

And could you blame your guts for that feeling ? You were used to white hospital walls, not to giant velvet curtains and crown moldings on high walls, used to the cries and screams of patients, not to the snarky whispers while those rich women were looking at you, and your body was more comfortable in scrubs and white coats, not the overly expensive mermaid dress Mikey has bought for you.

If there was something you despised, it was being the center of the attention. You gladly took the champagne glass the waiter passing by had offered you, ignoring the eyes lingering on your dress and body, especially that you were not seeing your boyfriend anywhere around you and started feeling lonely.

Not so far away from there, Takeomi and Kokonoi were discussing some business matters, both dressed in their most stunning suits, champagne glasses on hand. To be fair, Takeomi has been long ago stolen from whatever his friend was saying, eyes stuck on the young woman who just entered the room. It didn't took too much time for Hajime to notice that his co-worker was not listening to him anymore.

-" that's interesting... " The Akashi absentmindedly nodded his head.

-" You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you ?" Kokonoi asked with an exhausted face.

-" Not a clue." He answered in a smirk.

His face grew outraged, not only he was not even looking at him, he was, in addition admitting it openly.

-" Go to hell. "

-" Oh I'm counting on it, but I have a good reason for not listening".

Koko rolled his eyes, took another gulp of his drink and asked.

-" What is it ?"

The smirk adorning Takeomi's lips at that moment, as he put his hand on his co-worker's shoulder and turned his body toward where you were standing already told him it was about a woman.

-" This young blood. "

Hajime's gaze followed Takeomi's one,until it stopped on the one who had seemed to catch it. And his interest rose from none to two hundred percent in less than a second.

The first thing he had thought seeing you was how has he even been too blind to not notice you in the first place ? High fashion so stunning it could have blinded him. The mermaid shape of the dress embraced each curve of your body perfectly, it was in a Champagne-like color, which highlighted your skin tone too well for your own good, and then his eyes trailed down your legs, under the see-through fabric of the dress, he could use that sight of your bare thighs as he pleased.

-" A whole snack, indeed. " He admitted, cutting off his friend with what he added next. " But she's way outta your league. "

-" Huh-?" His hand on his friend's shoulder tightened and he made Koko face him again, which took out a frustrated groan from the latter since he was not done admiring you. " You mean she's too good for me ?"

-" I mean with a dress like that, her boyfriend must be either Christian Dior, or me. " Koko scoffed under a dark glare from Takeomi. " And honestly if I had someone like her on my bed, I wouldn't even be here t'night. "

Indignation filled the older man senses, painting a weary expression on his face.

-" I had girls like this between my legs when you weren't even born, jerk. "

-" and years later what you have between your legs now is a soft cucumber". Kokonoi replied, then snorted at his own comment making Takeomi roll his eyes.

-" You're being such a smartass, sit here and watch how real men make pussy rain. "

This time, Hajime couldn't hold his laughter, earning few glances from the people around. An idea clicked in his head at the same time.

-" I'll let you give it a try " he made a step toward him, locking eyes with his. " Then I'm heading toward her and bet tonight you'll receive a charming picture of her young pussy creaming on top of my bills. "

His answer has been a devilish smirk adorning Takeomi's lips, then he offered his hand to Kokonoi which he shook.

-" Deal. "

Oh no... You began biting your lower lip when you caught one of them approaching you. They have been standing only few meters away from you and shamelessly undressing you with their eyes, and now, the one who seemed the older was coming toward you with a smile on his face.

-" Isn't it a crime for such a beautiful lady not to enjoy herself at our event ?"

Our ? You wondered as he made a final step toward you, taking your hand in his and directing it toward his mouth in a gracious kiss. You smiled politely and shook his hand, he was not that bad, actually handsome, but a little too old for you.

-" Who told you I was not enjoying myself ? And, I assume you're one of the organizers".

Her voice's as soft as her skin, he mentally noted, reluctantly releasing your hand.

-" sweetheart drinking on your own is sad. " He watched as your smile grew wider, enjoying how your eyes lit up. " Takeomi Akashi, consider me your champagne mate for the night."

His confidence took a small laugh out of you, he was surprised by how warm his chest has felt within seconds because of you.

-" you have me very flattered, but unfortunately I am tak-"

-" Heard her, Omi ? " Another man's voice startled you from behind, within a second the voice's face appeared as a younger man, the second one that has been eye fucking you all along. " She's not interested".

Kokonoi stood between you and Takeomi, leaning over and taking your hand in his, placing a small kiss on your skin. If it wouldn't have looked creepy, he would gladly have left his lips lingering there longer, inhaling your perfume.

-" Kokonoi Hajime, dear. "

-" I am delighted" you flashed another smile toward him, thanks God was he a master in hiding his reactions since his heart missed a beat, couldn't take his eyes off of your face.

Not to sound cliché, but he found you looked different, almost out of place. Your face had that wide smile, those still bright eyes, an innocent expression in a nutshell, still not at all stained by all the dirty blood on that ballroom's walls.

And that,along with your enticing looks, was what had caught all Bonten's men attention. They had that chase arsenal, the need for destruction, and you looked like the perfect prey, untouched, like you would be beautiful even after the damage.

You on the other hand were flattered by their attention, really. Still couldn't help but be outraged by how stupid they thought you were, staring at you, discussing for nearly ten minutes and shaking hands just before they came to talk.

-" And it is my duty to say I really like the way you wear this dress. "

-" I like it too. " You answered Kokonoi in yet another smile. " Unfortunately for you, it's staying on. "

Both men scoffed at your answer, one mocking his friend, the other even more pleased. Kokonoi has never been a man of easy chores, he appreciated a little hard work and that made you even more interesting.

-" What a shame I won't be witnessing that wonderful view... "

-" Keep flirting with what's mine and you'll witness me declaring World War three. "

You three stiffened at the new voice, you were in no need to turn around to understand the hand that pulled you tighter by the waist was Mikey's. He stood there next to you, holding you close and sending daggers at both his men, poor them, you had thought still you couldn't help but smile seeing them with their tails between their legs.

-" Boss... " Kokonoi started, his face turned stern at the same time your eyes slightly widened.

Boss... Your smile was even harder to hold, you were far from being a tease but if was funny seeing them struggling in front of their boss' dark glare.

-" So this is... She is... " Takeomi began connecting the dots, then his eyes had caught the sight of his younger brother from the other side of the room, smirking along with both the Haitani brothers, that was when everything became clearer.

-" Now I understand why you told Mikey to invite her" Rindou contained his smile while talking to the pink haired man. The three of them were mocking Kokonoi and Takeomi's pale faces, Sanzu with a wide smile and Ran with a breathed laugh.

-" The face they're making is priceless. " Sanzu answered, yet his smile faltered since one of their partners cut Mikey off in his threatening glares, approaching him along with Kakucho.

-" duty calls... " Ran deadpanned and started walking toward them first, quickly followed by his brother and a sighing Sanzu.

Your fun was short lived since before anyone could add anything, the man with heterochromatic eyes that came in your house that night brought what looked like a business man with him who wanted to talk to your boyfriend, and soon after the greetings, the unknown one started introducing his project in front of Mikey's unbiased look.

There you were, standing in the middle of eight men discussing business, gazes drifting toward you from time to time as if you were nothing more but a doll on a shelf and that started really playing on your nerves, especially that the man was offering an investment that no one better than you could tell would cause a great loss.

Both the Haitani brothers had their eyes on you, even more obviously than Sanzu who still had too much respect to eye you that way in front of Mikey. Not a single inch of your skin was still unburned by their glances, from your bare shoulders under the shoulder-off dress to your breasts. The one you had stitched had a sly smile on his face that you wanted to wipe away, and the one you remembered as Rindou, the grumpy one just stared with a weary expression. He was too good at hiding that with every breath you were taking his heart was racing faster.

-" I'll study the case, none of us know enough about these to say if the income would be satisfying for us. As you know, we are quite demanding with our partners. " Kokonoi had replied to who you understood now was the president of a new pharmaceutical company.

No one of you can, but me... your mind was screaming for you to talk. Yet you were quite intimidated, honestly who wouldn't be ? Most of the men there were eyeing you as a piece of meat, and all the women were gathered far from any business talk, judging each other dresses and outfits. You secretly bit your tongue.

Shut up, shut up, shut up... Plus, what kind of honest pharmaceutical developer would use a criminal organization to promote their product?

-" I assure you that you will not regret investing in our antibiotics, I am fully confident that within the next twenty years we will dominate the pharmaceutical market." The CEO explained with another pathetic smile, that was the last straw for you, no doubt if you didn't talked at that time, you would have exploded.

-" This doesn't make much sense... "

Now have a room full of wolves, throw a piece of meat in the middle and close the door, that would be your feeling currently. Though you spoke in a low voice, all gazes turned toward you, you refused to meet any of them especially your boyfriend's one which you felt burning through your skin.

-" Aww she talks ! " His sugar coated tone almost made you throw up, which didn't help was how Mikey's hand tightened around your waist. " Why don't you go put on some lipstick, sweetheart? This strong sex's talk gives bad headaches. "

With each word of him, your blood boiled a temperature higher, and with each glance at his contemptuous face your nails dug deeper in your palm. All men stiffened around, hearing how he addressed you. To be fair, partners used to talk to their girls even worse, but what they all wondered was would Mikey consider you as their usual girls ?

Sanzu knew he wouldn't, he knew his king too well to not notice how his eyes darkened even more than usual...

-" Aww he barks ! " You scoffed in the same tone, making the man frown. " Thank you for caring about my lip's color, and since this conversation is for the strong sex, the strong sex's gonna use her pretty lips to tell these men around that investing in your project would be the worst decision they could ever take. "

The conversations around the ballroom seemed to get muffled, everyone could sense the tension climbing across the air. Kokonoi frowned, quite interested by your statement.

-" This is not about a stupid feminist argument sweetheart-"

-" Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to her. "

The man shivered to the spine under Mikey's voice, nodded fervently and cleared his throat. All the executives could not help but follow what was happening mouth agape, since when did Mikey stand up for his bitches ?

-" I apologize, Sir. What I meant is, this conversation's quite complicated for her-"

-" why ?" You cut him off, struggling to free yourself from Mikey's grip to make a step toward him. " Is it because I was born with a pussy between my legs ?"

-" Show us a proof... " Ran whispered under his breath, Sanzu almost laughing out loud because of his lewd statement. At the same time, Ran's face turned pale catching his boss' dark glare on him.

-" Say that again ?"

The silence around was suffocating, you didn't even cared about what Ran might have said since you were too busy throwing death glares at the pharmacist.

-" Um prove ! I said she has nothing to prove. not to him. He should respect her honestly, that is not how you treat a lady-" The elder Haitani made it up, luckily for him Manjiro was way too busy keeping you grounded to care more about him.

-" Within 20 years, antibiotics will be obsolete and completely unnecessary, with bacterial resistance increasing and the anti-antibiotic movement growing. " You managed to free yourself from your boyfriend's grip to stand still, with all your height in front of the taller man. " You just don't like it when pussy comes with a head, that's it. "

-" I wouldn't mind you giving me both-"

-" Repeat that ?" Mikey snapped back after Rindou whispered under his breath. Rindou straightened, cleared his throat and adopted his usual weary face.

-" I said she's a goat, boss. Women are smart, they giv- have wonderful heads. "

At this point, Manjiro was just too busy burning you with his gaze to even care about Sanzu, Ran and Rindou struggling to contain their laughers as dumb schoolgirls. His rage was roaring inside him, not only because of the several eyes stuck on his pretty girl,but also because his pretty girl had to draw everyone attention to her.

In less than a second, your waist was squeezed again, you found yourself face pressed against his strong chest, only able to look at the white fabric of his suit's shirt when you heard him.

-" I gotta talk to my women. Koko ?"

That one's eyes which were stuck on the curve of your hips from behind quickly got back at Mikey's face, straightening his shoulders, he nodded toward his boss.

-" Take care of this f'me, be back in a few. "

With that, he guided you, without a word outside, in a terrace that emptied as soon as you two got inside.

Kokonoi guided the man further from his co-workers, talking about whatever, and they took the opportunity to start spilling whatever they have been thinking.

-" Wow- " Sanzu began, popped a pill and stared at his older brother who was the next to speak.

-" that was... Fuckin' hot. "

Either nodding, or scoffing, none of them could deny that for once, having a woman taking part of the talk, putting a man back in his place and especially such a gorgeous woman had all their pants tightening.

-" She's the pussy that has been taking the Sano-conda for months, no doubt she's strong " Sanzu replied, earning all the glances to himself. Kokonoi who just came back to them rose an eyebrow.

-" Don't tell me you just gave Mikey's dick a name? Don't tell me his name is literally a mix of Sano and Anaconda?"

-" Okay I won't tell you" that one shrugged, still it didn't wiped the disgusted expression on Hajime's face.

-" So, you guys now believe us ?" Rindou inquired, Kokonoi and Takeomi's gaze met for a second, remembering their bet. They were not ashamed, far from it, they were just pissed by the fact that no one would obviously ever win that bet.

-" Someone tells me where I could buy these dark impulses ? 'cause I got the darkest black card out here and never had such a glamour-puss ".

-" That's exactly how I called her !" Both the Haitani brothers exclaimed as twins, then turned to look at each other with a sly smile.

- " how are things going, champagne mate ?" Sanzu took a chance to approach his brother and mock him while that one groaned.

-" She would've accepted if she was not head over heels for Mikey, I'm sure. "

-" Spare us, she's so young you could be her dad. "

-" you're thinking I wouldn't like her callin' me daddy ?" Takeomi snapped right back, making the Haitani's laugh.

-" shit bro, that ass in that dress was screaming for a spank. Bet Mikey's spanking his naughty girl right now " Ran made almost all of the men laugh.

-" What the hell am I hearing ?" Mochi who just came back from where he was smoking in the terrace asked, joining the group.

-" Where were you ?"

-" Smoking. And bro, how the hell did Mikey managed to get himself such a hot stuff ?"

He almost startled when the Haitani's and Sanzu looked at each other and went in for another laugher. What caught him more aback was that both Koko and Takeomi were smirking.

-" What the hell's happening here ?" He turned toward Kakucho, the only serious one there and asked. The latter sighed.

-" Nothing, just them being... Them. And me wondering why the hell my mother didn't swallow instead. "

Mochi only nodded slowly, confused as if to laugh or cry because of his friend's state, before Sanzu cut him off.

-" You can play coy all you want, just don't dare saying you wouldn't want whatever the fuck Mikey's having on the terrace now ".

Throwing a death glare at Sanzu and feeling his cheeks heating because of all his co-workers laughers and glances at him, he put his hands in his pockets and looked away, ignoring the statement.

He would not deny that. He could not anyway. His boss got himself the prettiest and cleanest girl they had ever seen since they started their careers, sweet, smart, and fierce, him just like any other executive could not say they were not even the slightest bit envious.

-" Yeah that's what I thought" the latter scoffed. " What are they doing anyway ? It's cold outside. "

-" Yeah... " Kokonoi started, and even himself wasn't believing what he was about to say, yet the influence of staying so long around these men have had the best of him. " It's cold outside, she's gonna tell him to cum inside. "

Nearly everyone's attention was on their group at that point, the laugher most of them had let out echoing through the room until even both you and Manjiro heard it from the terrace. Kakucho and Takeomi were the only ones who didn't laughed, still a smile was there curling both their lips, reluctantly.

-" That was the lamest joke I've heard in my life. " Takeomi told Kokonoi, who only rolled his eyes.

-" This is a nightmare... " Kakucho stated, before Ran answered.

-" No, this is Bonten ".

-" Every Saturday night on your TV. Stay tuned. "

•••

If only the laughers echoing from inside have been useful, yet even those were not enough to cool off the atmosphere between the two of you.

Mikey had his back facing you, both his hands on the railing. His knuckles were turning white from how strong he was gripping that one, keeping himself grounded.

His demons started roaring again, screaming for destruction and burning with wrath. And deep inside, he was terrified.

Scared that he might just let go of the wheel, scared they might hurt you, the ones inside his head, and that was the last thing he wanted.

He has been so hell bent on keeping you away from his gang life at first, he really should have kept that mindset, let Ran die in his backseat that night because now, he knew there wouldn't be any back off possible. You were just too... Eye catching, your honesty, your innocence, everything about you was a forbidden fruit for all the devils inside that ballroom, not a wonder you got all their eyes stuck on you the entire night.

And that was one of the things upsetting him so much, how even his presence didn't scared them off of your face, of your body and your fire. That feeling of jealousy was a whole new cloud in his already dark sky, he had never felt such a thing before, never actually cared about anyone to even feel it. And now, he was finding himself wanting to kill people just because their eyes landed on you.

-" It's getting late-"

Enough, in a split second you found yourself pinned against the wall, with Mikey's hand around your throat and his knee pressed between your legs.

You gulped down, dived deep in those dark eyes you loved so much. Never have you ever seen his face in such a state, it was emptier than usual, darker, even. You could not help but feel scared, feeling your hands trembling on each side of your body yet you maintained his eye contact.

-" Find it fucking funny to have all those eyes on you ? Running this mouth 'f yours around my men ?"

His voice was lower than usual, more dangerous, his lips inches away from yours gave you the impression of eating you alive, but nothing could have been compared to the way his eyes were burning each inch of your skin, from your face to your chest.

-" You should be the one asking yourself questions. " You replied with all the courage left in your body. " Like : Do I actually own a gang or a kindergarten ? "

He would not hurt you, right ? You wondered right after the words left your mouth. Your Manjiro, the man that turned into a boy in your arms, he would never get mad at you until hurting you, right ?

You heavily doubted it as you watched his hand tightening around your throat, still his knee between your legs, the friction he was giving you had something comforting, as if he wanted you to understand you were not in danger of death.

-" You really want me to force you to watch as I kill them all, hm ?"

Closing your eyes briefly for a second, you repeated a mantra inside your head.

He would not, he would never... he just was feeling insecure, you knew him better than anyone. Being between a bunch of men which everyone wanted you in a different way had all his insecurities and demons screaming, be smarter.

-" When I fuckin' ask, you answer. "

His hand squeezed a little more on your throat, making you gasp louder. At the same time, Manjiro thrusted his knee against your crotch, making your clit throb from pleasure, a smirk adorned his merciless face while you squeezed your thighs against each other.

-" No. But I won't stay there and shut up when someone disrespects me. " In a bold, or maybe suicidal move, your hands flew to his collar and brought him closer to you. Lucky you, your gesture was rather soft, otherwise he would never have took it that lightly.

And to be honest, whenever you would flash that fierce part of yourself, he would already be thinking about thousand and one ways of having you, taking you, keeping you next to him forever.

-" You brought me here tonight. You wanted me to be your girl in front of anyone. You don't disrespect the boss' girl. "

His girl, could the world stop for a minute and just let him feel the hurricane moving his chest at that meer word?

Mikey stared blankly at your eye color, sinking deep in your ocean. There were so much things he could read there that he couldn't quite say anything, couldn't comprehend anything except his heart beating louder, his lips screaming to take your pretty ones. Each of your words was his daily reminder to why he has chosen to keep you longer in the first place, each more second that you sustained his glare was a slap in the face, telling him if whatever soulmates existed, you would be his.

-" if you waited long enough, you would've known I was only waiting for him to make one more mistake to gift you his head on a platter. "

Dead serious, the look in his eyes dared you to even think he wouldn't be able to do it. That night you knew, he knew, and all of them inside knew he would kill for you.

Your hands left his shirt to cup his cheeks, even though his dark desires were still yearning for destruction and pain, your gentleness soothed his worries and thoughts, he leaned in your touch the slightest bit.

-" I know that, but I don't want this. And deep inside, you don't want this either. "

Frowning, his hand around your throat loosened and his knee left your thighs, Mikey straightened, sensing where you were going and stared at you.

-" What do you mean ?"

-" I mean that you need someone who can stand for herself, even when you're not here. When you're by my side, I'm the strongest. But when you're not here, I take your sword and carry your crown gladly. "

Has his heart ever beaten that fast in years ? Through fights or workouts ? Through experiencing death ? Never, he promised. And nothing has never been that right, he had lost too many people to think he could protect you forever, what he needed was to rest, to feel like whenever he would not be able to stand for you, you would be able to do it yourself.

-" you don't need someone you can protect, Manjiro. You need someone who'll make you drop the sword for a while and rest, I can be that someone. I can be your someone. "

Think of it as if his whole life suddenly made more sense, as if hearing his needs out loud was the thing that made them relevant,accurate.

He felt exposed, naked, but not only. He felt as if you broke his walls, looked passed his insecurities that were hiding inside and built brand new walls around his heart. With windows, this time, to let the light seep in. He was at a loss of words and couldn't even face you, look you in the eyes.

Just what did he do to deserve such a blessing ? You were so perfect that it started to hurt, that it became torture to keep wondering when you would finally understand he was not worth it, you...

Your heart missed several beats when he turned his back to you, began making few steps toward the door that led inside the ballroom.

Was it the end ? Have you gone too far ? Months of trying to make his guards fall down have them ended up themselves falling, failing ?

Anxiety had you digging your nails in your palms, heart racing rapidly especially when he stopped few steps away from the door and turned to look at you from the corner of his eyes.

And God was he pretty, with his empty dark eye devouring you that way, wind slightly blowing his hair.

-" What you waiting for ?"

His stern voice snapped you out of your thoughts, you tilted your head to the side questioningly, eyeing the hand he reached toward you to take.

-" better hurry up and come with me, before I make them all hear how dumb I fuck my queen. "

Tag-list : @dreamingofyourmoons @fl4mepillar @thisbicc @isacreellover @Inupiko @akanemayumi @simpingforwakasa04 @luno614 @gukiemochi @shuujin

Wow, I bet you all know the kind of unfunny and lame jokes I make everyday, poor my friends...

I stressed posting this honestly cause you all liked the first part so much and I didn't wanted to ruined it, I was kinda pressured, hope you like it though !

About Sanzu's girl, it's soon to come ! And soon I'll be back to your requests, have a good night 🖤

Reblogs and comments are appreciated 🖤

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oddinary4bts · 11 months

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Ooooh how about a little enemies to ? Smut with Yoongi where OC/reader makes him come his pants? Little sassy/angry/ bratty vibes? Prompt 58 from the smut list? Feel free to adjust however inspires you!! Love your work!!

Yeahhhh, this uhhhhhh hope you guys enjoy

The Worst Coworker You've Ever Had | myg

☆pairing: Min Yoongi x female reader

☆rating: 18+ (this is smut, minors DNI)

☆genre: unedited smut lmao like literally just smut with barely no plot

☆warnings: cursing, pet names, explicit content: female masturbation, dick palming?, cum eating, choking, finger sucking, mentions of blowjob, mentions of penetrative sex, brat and sub!Yoongi, dom!reader, hickeys, ball squeezing, I think that's it but let me know if I forgot something

☆word count: 2.9k

☆prompt 58: "No one's ever touched me like this, fuck"

☆The smut prompt is from this list!

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Min Yoongi is the worst coworker you’ve ever had. He’s entitled, thinks he’s better than everyone else, and has a tendency to steal all of your ideas. In today’s meeting, he announced something you have been working on for months and only mentioned in passing to one of your other coworkers. You have no idea how he found out, but you’re tired of him stealing, of him pretending he can steal like this without having any consequences.

He's sitting behind his desk when you get to his office, eyes skimming over the lines of an email on his computer monitor. He doesn’t look up at you, doesn’t feign to care about your presence. Only sighs as you shut the door, as if he knows confrontation is coming and he’s already tired of it.

“Why did you steal my idea for the Tanner and co account?” you ask, folding your arms on your chest.

He doesn’t spare you a look, but one of his eyebrows cocks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You shut your eyes, take a long, good inhale of air in the hopes of calming down. It does nothing good, and when you open your eyes you’re ready to murder Min Yoongi.

“You’re fucking full of shit,” you snap.

At that he looks at you. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve been working on this for weeks! I was going to announce it at next week’s meeting when everything would be ready,” you reply coldly. “Weeks of work for nothing.”

“Your loss if you didn’t want to announce it before,” he says on the same tone. “I’m just doing my job.”

“Your job isn’t to steal other’s ideas,” you point out, clenching your jaw hard. “You could have at least talked to me about it.”

His gaze lazily goes back to his monitor, as if he’s done with the conversation. “Whatever.”

You don’t know why, but his single uttered word makes you see red and you walk around his desk to gaze at the monitor. “What’s so interesting that you can’t even fucking look at me?”

He slightly turns his chair towards you then, sitting back and folding his arms on his chest as he stares up at you.

You stare down, teeth clenched, muscle feathering under the skin of your jaw, refusing to be the first one to look away. He tilts his head to the side, and the ghost of a smirk appears on his lips.

“Why are you so fucking worked up over this?” he asks, voice suddenly low and gravelly.

It has you searching for words, mouth falling open.

“Can always let you work a little on the project, if you’re so mad about,” he continues. “If what you have is any good, that is.”

“Fuck you, Min Yoongi,” you spit through gritted teeth.

Now the smirk isn’t just a ghost anymore. It comes to reality and he eyes you up and down once. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You want to slap him. For some reason, what you do is lean over him, lips slightly parted. “In your fucking dreams.”

To your surprise, his eyes drop to your lips, and his smirk just widens. “What a fucking dream it would be.”

Something happens then. You don’t understand why, or how, but your hands land on the armrests of his chair, bringing you dangerously close to him. His eyes haven’t budged from your lips, but he grows restless under your gaze, the smirk slipping away from his lips.

“What are you doing?” he asks, and he sounds a little breathless.

“Didn’t you just say it’d be a dream to fuck me?”

“Huh,” he lets out, as you move even closer. He gulps, eyes fluttering shut from the proximity.

“Stop stealing my fucking accounts,” you whisper, your lips so close they’re almost touching.

You want to pull away, you really do, but when he nods instead of being cocky about it once again, something turns hot inside of you. Like he’s turned a switch on and a fire’s started blazing inside of you, flames high and treacherous.

Because he’s your coworker, because you hate him, but you still find yourself brushing your lips against his.

“If you give me back my account maybe I’ll let you live that little dream of yours,” you purr, and then you move so you can whisper in his ear, lips moving against the lobe. It earns you a shiver from him as you say, “Never thought you were fantasizing about me, Min.”

He has the decency to scoff, though it’s void of actual anger. “I’m not.”

“Is that why you’ve been riling me up?”

You nip at his earlobe, feeling far too bold for your own good. His breath trembles as he sighs, and you’re surprised when one of his hands hesitantly rests on your thigh, half of his fingers directly on the skin and the rest on top of the fabric of your skirt.

“You wearing short skirts to work all the time has been riling me up for months,” he admits.

You pull away, just to take a good look at his features. If someone would have told you cocky Min Yoongi turned like this when aroused… you think you would have approached him before. Because it feels as if, whatever you say, he’ll do.

To test your theory, you say, “If I make you come will you give me back my account?”

He meets your gaze, shadows dancing behind his pupils. “Why would I?”

You tilt your head to the side, before wetting your lips. “Not so eager to live out the little fantasies in your head then.”

His hand moves, until all of his fingers are reaching just under where your skirt hangs, barely even grazing the skin.

“Then how about this?” he starts, and he almost cowers under the intensity of your gaze. You’re surprised – you never would have thought he was more of a sub than a dom.

Not that you have ever had sexual thoughts about Min Yoongi before.

“If you make me come without me fucking you, bent over on my desk, then I’ll consider it.”

It sounds awfully like something you shouldn’t do, especially with a coworker, but you’re already too far gone to stop. You don’t hesitate when you straddle his lap, hands finding purchase on his shoulders. He seems scared, as if he fully expected you to back away, but as soon as you grind on him he holds onto your hips, eyes fluttering close as he leans his head against his chair.

You put one finger on his jaw, pushing lightly until he turns his head to the side to give you access to his neck. Once that is done, you lean in, lips barely brushing the soft skin. His grip on you still tightens, and with that only you know Min Yoongi is a sucker for neck kisses

“You’re stupid if you don’t think I can make you come like this,” you murmur against his skin, and then you suck on his neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark, because you’re fully aware that you are at the office. That, though no one can see you right now anyone could walk in.

Yoongi hisses a little, and you’re not sure if it’s the insult or your lips on him. You think maybe a little bit of both, especially as his hands shift to the meat of your ass. And as you suck on his neck again, you start grinding on him, offering friction to his quickly hardening length. He feels big, or at least the bulge feels so, and you can’t resist nibbling at his neck.

He thrusts up, clearly seeking more friction, and it makes you tut.

“Nu-uh,” you tell him. “Let me do the work.”

He nods, letting out a small, breathy chuckle. “It’s cute that you think you can make me come.”

The challenge behind his words makes you pull away, meeting his gaze with a stern look on your features. His insufferable smirk is back, but it dies when you grab his jaw and kiss him harshly.

At that he moves, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close. His large palms move until they rest on your back, and you let your hands loose in his hair, undoing the neat style he’s probably spent a good 10 minutes on this morning.

He tastes bitter, like the coffees you know he drinks all through the day. Yet there’s a sweet side to him, residing somewhere in the softness of his lips and the pink flush of his cheeks when you pull away. His lips glisten with your saliva, and you dry them with a thumb, before pushing it in his mouth. He sucks on it, tongue flicking at the pad and the action has you wondering how he’d feel on another, way more sensitive part of your body…

But you’re determined to make him come and get your account back, aren’t you? So you pull your thumb out of his mouth, pat his cheek and say, “Good boy”.

Now the look on his face turns greedy, like he wants more of you. Like he wants you to say it again, to praise him and condescend him and everything in between.

Min Yoongi is exactly the kind of man you like under you.

And when you decide to kneel on the floor, fully intending to suck the soul of his dick, he gulps.

“Is giving you a blowjob allowed?” you ask, resting your head on one of his dress-pants-clad thighs, a finger tracing circles on the other.

He smirks, though it’s far less confident than it was earlier. “That would be cheating.”

You glare up at him. His smirk reinforces until you turn your head to bite at his thigh. The moan he lets out makes you realize that, for all he says, maybe you actually will be able to make him come without burying him in your mouth. When you let go of his thigh, he finds his smirk again.

“I’ll need a lot more, darling.”

You palm him, hard, and he really is big and heavy in your hand. He buckles his hips a little, and loses the smirk when you say, “You’re cute when you try to be bratty”.

You let go of his dick to untuck his white dress shirt from his pants, before raising it on his stomach to reveal a sliver of pale, white skin. You dart forward then, tongue out to lick at his skin, one hand going back to palming him.

And when you start sucking a hickey right above the band of his pants, palming him hard, Yoongi grunts and tries to pull you away by the hair. Clearly, he doesn’t really want to do it, because his grip is loose, and you can suck another hickey before looking up at him, sitting back on your heels.

That’s when an idea blossoms in your head. You smirk up at him, before standing up. You flatten your skirt, slowly, as he follows your every move.

He looks good like this, hair undone and shirt crumpled by what you have just been doing. It makes you bite at your lower lip, as you sit on his desk. You spread your legs apart, and his gaze falls on the spot between them, that he can only begin to see once you’ve pushed your skirt up a little.

He watches as you push your panties to the side, teasing your clit with your head cocked to the side, waiting for his reaction. When he tries to reach forward, you push him back in his chair with your foot.

You’ve never been so happy to have chosen stilettos as your footwear for work. You usually hate it, hate the cramps in your feet at the end of the day, but today, it feels like perfection.

You touch yourself slowly at first, waiting until you’re dripping with arousal to dip a finger inside of you, up to the first knuckle, before pulling out. Yoongi watches all of it like a man starved, his breathing ragged as one of his hands moves to his dick.

He palms himself, and you let him do it. Only tell him no when he tries to push his hand inside of his pants.

“Nu-uh,” you tell him. “You just watch, Min. Watch as I’ll make myself come on your precious desk.”

He seems like he’s battling demons for a few seconds, until he gives in and sits back comfortably, hands gripping the armrests so hard his knuckles are turning white.

It’s no surprise he seems pained by the time you finally decide to finger yourself, fast and hard just the way you like it, never once breaking eye contact. You use your other hand to rub on your clit, and soon enough you’re coming, walls clenching around your fingers.

Min Yoongi drinks the sight in, panting on his chair as you come down from your high. And when you feel ready, you stand up, pushing the fingers that were in your pussy into his mouth, so he can taste you. He takes them in, sucks on them as you pull your panties down your legs. You make him hold the soaked fabric, before leaning and whispering in his ear, “See, that’s what you’re making me feel like”.

He gulps, eyes shutting as you nibble on his earlobe before straightening, your fingers leaving his mouth empty. He moans softly when you palm him, running your hand up and down his confined dick. You lean forward, capture his mouth in a searing kiss, and it’s no wonder he’s rock hard under your hand.

When you tease his mouth with your tongue, you’re not surprised that he parts his lips. You dive in, lapping up the wet muscle in his mouth, and he grunts as you press harder.

“Not so much of a brat anymore, huh?” you say as you pull away.

The smirk finds its way back to his lips, infuriatingly so. “You’re so desperate to get me off,” he says, voice so low you think you might be swimming in the Mariana trench. “You really think you’ll get me off like this?”

Your free hand moves to his neck, but you don’t choke him just yet. “Baby,” you purr. “You’re so hard it feels like you’re going to explode.”

He doesn’t lose the smirk, but he does nod, once.

“Can’t even be a proper brat,” you say, almost growling, and your fingers press into his neck, stopping the airflow to his brain.

His eyes shut instinctively, and you push your tongue between his parted lips. He moves to hold you, tries to pull you onto his lap, but you resist. Instead, you unbuckle his belt before slipping your hand between his pants and his underwear.

You don’t stop at his hardened dick, no. You move further, until you’ve got a hold of his tight balls. You squeeze, gently, before releasing your grip on his throat. He sucks in a breath, then hisses loudly as you squeeze his balls once more.

“Fuck,” he curses in your mouth.

He’s close. You haven’t even really done anything and he’s close. It makes you feel far too powerful, and when his tongue moves forward to meet yours, you suck on it, hard. You also grip him at the same time, running your thumb on the wet spot where his precum has been slowly seeping through his underwear.

And when you pull away and say, “You’re such a good boy for me baby”, Yoongi loses it.

He grunts one, and then spurts of hot cum spill into his underwear, wetting them so much you close your eyes and imagine if he would have filled you up instead. It makes you pull your hand out of his pants, only so you can push it back in his underwear this time.

You scoop up some of his cum, before bringing your fingers to your mouth. You taste him, moaning in satisfaction as his heady taste fills your mouth.

“See,” you tell him once you’ve lapped your fingers clean. “That was easy.”

He blinks up at you, lazily. “No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.”

“Cute,” you say. “Maybe you’ve never deserved it.”

“So I deserved it?” he repeats, a brat once again. “For stealing your account?”

You pout at him, condescendingly. “Yeah, you deserved the embarrassment of creaming your fucking pants, baby.”

That puts him back into his place, as he just stares at you, jaw clenching as his gaze hardens. When he remains silent, you gently pat his cheek. “I’ll expect you to send everything you have on Tanner and co by tomorrow morning.”

He moves his head away, scowling, but says nothing as you take your panties from his hand, putting them back on. He barely even looks at you as you flatten your skirt, taking a few steps towards the door as if you are entirely unaffected by everything that happened.

You only turn when he says, “That’s it?”

You smile at him, arrogantly and cocky just like he always is. “It sure is. It was good doing business with you, Min Yoongi.”

You don’t look back once as you leave.

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mychlapci · 3 months

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I am just now consumed with the idea of Drift never properly defecting just Ratchet showing up with Deadlock and everyone so used to not arguing with him he pushes his way through getting Deadlock set up in his rooms, changing his schedule so he can be more attentative, and getting it on paperwork that he's in "asylum" for health reasons.

Just "Still A Decepticon" Deadlock hanging around the Autobot base Ratchet is at visibly pregnant snarling at anyone else but purring happy around Ratchet who keeps taking regular breaks.

What are they supposed to do? Tell Ratchet he can't fuck his evil wife???

High command (both sides) doesn't figure it out until at least the babies are born, and Deadlock has taken to patrolling the perimeter with a baby strapped to his chest. Prowl, of course, argues that Deadlock's "health crisis" has passed, so he needs to leave. Ratchet smugly informs him they can't do that because Deadlock has entered a second one.

Deadlock just being happy in Ratchet's bed while terrorizing Ratchet's co-workers in between baby talking the tiny things they created together. Always more mellow after Ratchet fucks him hard for being a menace. Somehow I feel like Hot Rod gets dragged into this like a stray cat because he coos at the babies and sees Deadlock and goes "Hot MILF!" the race and he gets dragged back and instead of being put off by finding out about Ratchlock goes "TWO HOT MILFS???". He is going to die smoothered by them or in the effort to be.

YES. that’s what i’m talking about.

Ratchet bringing a very visibly pregnant Deadlock with him to autobot bases, arguing that he can’t just let him progress his carrying cycle on his own, he needs medical attention, transfluid donations, someone who can respond quickly to any emergencies that might pop up… None of that is technically a lie, but you know Ratchet keeps Deadlock around for better reasons than necessity and a bleeding spark…

Deadlock being a terror to everyone that’s not Ratchet, threatening to kill anyone who even looks at him wrong, snarling like he’s not currently waddling by with his hands holding up his pregnant belly. Somehow, that makes him even more threatening. Who knows what a decepticon killing machine would do if someone put their hands on his precious baby-bump.

Ratchet knocking up Deadlock again because this means they can stay together for longer, and the excuse of “we need to take care of the sparkling” was wearing out as the first baby started growing <3

ghrhhh An autobot new to the base coming into the med-bay to find Deadlock there, feeding his first baby while Ratchet examines his already protruding belly, telling him how healthy the baby looks and how strong it’s going to be if he keeps up his current fueling regime. The big bad decepticon is just leaning back, purring and grinning happily, until he notices that someone came in, at which point he basically barks at the intruder, telling the filthy little autobot to get out. The new autobot immediately tries to put through a complaint about the very dangerous decepticon that’s just wandering around. Prowl just sighs as he listens to the complaint. He’s not sure he can do anything about… this.

Also. Hot Rod finding a little bitlet wandering around and he coos at it for a while, until a very big, sharp shadow looms over him and he’s face to face with a very angry carrier giving him a look of death. The sparkling cooing back at Hot Rod breaks the tension. He ends up forcing his way into their life by being the babysitter for their sparklings and you know he attempts to seduce both Deadlock and Ratchet any chance he gets.

idk man i just love the fantasy of Deadlock being kept fat with babies and enjoying it.

#valveplug #pregnancy mention #this is making me go insane #text

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absurdthirst · 1 year

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Guardian Vampire {Max Phillips x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: Drugging, vampirism, blood, gore, murder, drinking, age gap, blood drinking, biting, oral sex (females receiving), monster transformations, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie.

Comments: Since you were seven years old, you’ve had a guardian angel, a man who saved you from harm. It drives you crazy until one day that mysterious man shows up at your office and provides you with a name, Max Phillips.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

|| MasterList ||

The party is loud, the crush of bodies seem to box you in, making you feel like you’ve got nowhere to go. Halloween in L.A. is much more stylish than the ghouls and goblins at the regular parties back home. At least this one is. Your drink in hand, you shake your head slightly, wobbly as your world seems to tilt. It’s suddenly feeling like it’s one hundred degrees. You haven’t drank much, but it seems like it’s affecting you.

“I think I’m gonna be-“ the heavily robed man with long silvery hair seems to smirk. He had said he was Daemon Targaryen but for some reason you don’t think that’s his costume.

“Let me take you somewhere…private.” He coos, his hand cool on your back. “Get some fresh air.” Nodding, you stumble along with him, desperate to find your footing and cool down.

You let the man guide you out into the alley, it’s a little chilly for L.A at night and you shiver at the hand that remains on your back before it slides down to your ass. “You’re going to be a delightful treat.” The man coos, leaning in to what seems like kiss your neck.

Suddenly, he’s ripped away from you, slammed into the wall and you scream until a hand covers your mouth, “sshh sweetheart. It’s me.” You turn to look and see the man that’s haunted you since you were a child.

Gasping, you recognize those eyes, that face. The same face that has turned up every time there is danger near. Your eyes blur slightly and you shake your head under his hand. You don’t know how this is possible, why he is here. “Why-“ your words are muffled and slurred from between his hand and your mouth.

Max shushes you again, “just stay here.” He orders, letting go of you and he rushes to grab the other vampire, slamming him against the wall before he can get away. “You fucking dare touch her? I’m gonna fucking kill you.” Max hisses, squeezing on the vampire's throat until he can reach into his pocket for the stake he keeps in there. He brings it up, staking the other vampire and he explodes, blood flying everywhere.

You scream, unable to stop yourself and you spin on your heels, rushing off to find your car. He just killed someone. The man from your dreams just killed someone and you are in shock, hands shaking as you try to open your car door.

Max watches you rush away, considering letting you go but he had smelled something on you. Something that was in your blood. The bastard had drugged you. Using his inhumane speed, he catches you quickly and pins you against the car door. “You can’t drive.” He covers your mouth again so you can’t scream. “You’ve been drugged.”

You push against him, trying to get away from what you deem to be a monster despite the times he’s saved you before. “Get off of me.” You shove against him to no avail. He’s too strong so you give in and slump against him. “Just kill me already.” You plead before you pass out in his arms.

****

The first time you saw the mysterious man, you were seven. The kids in your neighborhood were playing tag and you had been rushing around, trying to get away when you ran into the road. Your eyes widened and your short life flashed before your eyes as you waited for the end but it never came. Someone scooped you up, quick as lightning, and he stole your breath with how quick he was, setting you down on the sidewalk.

You remember looking up at him and seeing him clearly, his brown eyes and his kind smile. “Be careful kid.” He warned and walked off. Since that day, you dreamed of him, and you have seen him a few times since.

****

When you passed out in his arms, Max did the only thing that he could do. He opened the back door of your car and laid you down gently in the seat, sighing softly even though he doesn’t need to breathe as he strokes your cheek. “You’re lucky, sweetheart. Tonight could have ended badly.”

Taking your keys, he drives your car back to your apartment and under the cover of darkness, carries you into your apartment. Your cat hisses at him, hackles raised, but he doesn’t pay the furball any attention as he lays you down on your bed and pulls your heels off your feet. You’ve been drugged so you will be thirsty when you wake up. Max decides to leave a bottle of water and aspirin on your bedside table, along with your car keys before he locks the door on his way out.

****

Back in high school, you were in your junior year when he appeared again. After homecoming, you were walking the short distance home after saying goodbye to your friends when you tripped and nearly went falling down the path into the ditch next to the sidewalk.

A hand grabbed your arm and righted you and you inhaled sharply when you saw the man from your dreams, the man who saved you as a kid.

“It’s you!” Your gasp made him chuckle and you followed him when he let go of your arm after telling you to be careful again and walked off. “Who are you?” You demanded but when he walked around the corner, you followed and he was gone.

****

“Goddamnit.” You hiss, your head pounding and you try to remember what happened last night. Did you get too drunk? It was Halloween after all. Maybe you had too much. You turn to look at the water bottle and aspirin sitting there and it comes back to you. The man. “Oh my God.” You swallow, throat dry and your head pounds. He saved you from that man but you watched him kill someone.

****

Max shadowed you on your college campus, taking great pains to make sure that you didn’t see him. He was successful until that one night. Laughing with a group of your friends on the open lawn and teasing each other when you had looked up and caught sight of him. You had gasped, eyes wide but you were with a group of your friends and couldn’t get away from them to dart across the lawn to where he was standing under the huge oak tree. Max had pulled his sunglasses down and winked at you, sending you a grin before a large crowd walked between the two of you and he disappeared again.

****

You sigh as you make your way into work. It’s nearly been a year since that night when your mysterious savior had killed and taken you home, put you in bed without even doing anything bad. You wish you could know his name, or anything about him. You’ve been doing research since that night and you think you’ve figured out what he is…a vampire. Yet why would a vampire be your guardian angel? You walk into the office, setting your purse down and prepare yourself. Apparently there’s a new manager starting today. When the team is called to the conference room, you make your way there and when you enter, you swear you nearly faint. There’s the mystery man, the man you haven’t stopped thinking about, standing in the middle of the room. Your new manager.

“Max Phillips!” Max grins as he swipes his sunglasses off his face, pointing at you briefly before he looks around and walks over to take Tom’s hand and shake it. He can feel your confusion as he looks around but he doesn’t acknowledge it, acts like you are a stranger to him. “I have a question.” He asks, sliding the glasses in his pocket. “What do we sell here?” He listens as few people answer but he shakes his head. “No, we sell dreams.”

You watch in shock as he gives his speech about getting more sales and you just can’t believe he’s here and he has a name. You almost believed you’d made him up but he’s here in the flesh and you can’t stop staring. When the team is dismissed, you remain in your spot, just frozen until you say “it’s you.”

“It’s me.” He agrees, his grin knowing and his eyes flirt over to where everyone is drifting back towards their cubicles. “So tell me - how are your sales numbers? Are we going to have to have some coaching?” He winks and reaches out to pick a piece of lint off your shirt and smooths it out. In truth, he knows exactly how your numbers are, he’s memorized your employee file. He just wants to see how you react to him.

You stare at him, barely processing his words, and you just can’t believe you’re seeing him here and he’s not running from you. “I, uh, what?” You blink several times.

“Your sales numbers.” Max repeats, that stupid grin still on his face.

“My - are you serious?” You ask incredulously.

“Why wouldn’t I be serious?” He asks, tilting his head at you curiously. “You work here don’t you?” He’s already clocked what kind of employee you are and you would be on the list to be changed, but there is no way. He wouldn’t allow it, no one was to touch you.

You nod, dumbstruck by his very presence, the man that has haunted you for years. In your dreams since that fateful day. “Max.” You say his name and it feels weird on your lips.

“Yes sweetheart?” He turns to look at you and you know he won’t answer any questions you have.

“Nothing. Don’t - don’t worry about it.” You will find out more but clearly, you need to be clever about it.

Max hums and looks over at the door, smelling someone lingering outside, trying to listen in. “Let me know if you need anything.” He tells you. “My office is always open for you.” He sends you another wink and easily glides out of the break room to meet the lurking employee.

You watch him go, your heart pounding, and you try to not get angry but your entire body vibrates with frustration. He just dismissed you like you were nothing more than a run of the mill employee and you have seen him since you were a child. You need to know why. You stomp out of the break room to your desk, determined to focus on your work before you head home to try and figure out what the hell is going on.

Max spends the rest of the day getting to know the employees, always keeping an eye out for you, but you are hunched over your computer. He grins to himself, pleased that you are a busy little bee. When five o’clock rolls around, it’s like a stampede of people rushing for the elevators. Max rushes to the stairwell and streaks down the stairs, beating the car with you inside it. He watches as you file off, apparently deep in thought and follows you outside the building. Apparently you walk to work.

You glance over your shoulder, spotting Max in the crowd and you look back towards the road. It’s busy - rush hour - and the traffic isn’t at a standstill. It’s a massive risk but you know you need to establish if he is the man who has saved your life. You move fast, stepping into traffic and closing your eyes, hoping that Max saves you like he always does.

“Fuck.” Max’s eyes widen when he sees you step out into the busy street, but he doesn’t hesitate. He pushes past the few people in front of him and rushes towards you, faster than any human. Fast enough that they can’t even see him as he grabs you and streaks across to the other side, terror flooding his system that he might not have gotten to you in time.

You almost feel like you’ve been hit by a car but you haven’t. Hands grip you and you look to see Max holding you. You’re on the other side of the street and you inhale sharply, glancing at the passing cars before you look back at Max. “It is you.” You breathe out, “why- why do you - what the hell?” You finally find your voice and try to shove him away.

Max holds you tight, furious that you would put yourself in danger like that. “That was stupid.” He hisses, taking your arm and dragging you away from the street. “Do you have a death wish?”

You shake your head, “no. I don’t but I had to know it was you. Why do you keep saving me? Who the hell are you?” You demand to know but he just ignores you, shaking his head and he lets go, spinning on his heel to walk away from you. “Stop walking away! Who are you?” You shout at his back but he continues walking, not turning back. “Fuck you!” You shout, feeling frustrated and your eyes sting with tears.

Max hears you, but doesn't turn around. It wouldn’t be fair to you. You shouldn’t have to deal with this and he doesn’t understand why you just won’t take it for a guardian angel. He shoves his hands in his pockets and ignores the bone deep need to turn around and go back to you. His cold, unbeating heart wants to make sure you’re okay. You’re safe physically, that’s all that matters.

Your chest heaves as you watch him go and you shake your head, “coward.” Making your way home, you decide to ignore Max Phillips until he comes to you.

****

“Come on, let’s go. Apparently it’s supposed to be the hottest club.” Your friend George tells you but you sigh, “I don’t have anything to wear.”

George snorts, “wear a sexy dress and those bunny ears from Julie’s bachelorette party.”

You bite your lip, figuring you shouldn’t be spending Halloween on your couch eating candy and watching movies. “Okay. Okay. Pick me up in an hour.”

****

“Is this it?” You ask George when he parks outside of this dingy club, people mulling around in various states of intoxication, dressed in costumes. You adjust the short dress you’re wearing as you make your way into the club and eagerly make your way to the bar to get a drink. George orders a martini and you order a vodka soda, determined to enjoy this place despite the music blaring and closeness of bodies.

“Let’s dance!” George yells and you shake your head, “I need more booze first.” He rolls his eyes and walks off, shaking his ass before finding an eager dance partner.

You sip your drink until you feel a presence behind you. “You shouldn’t be alone in this place.” You inhale sharply, turning to find a blonde man smiling at you. His presence puts you on edge but you offer him a smile back.

“I’m not. My friend is over there.” You tell him and he chuckles, “he’s preoccupied. Let me entertain you during his absence. Another drink?” He offers and you nod, deciding to get something out of this torture.

You’ve been driving him crazy. At work you ignore him unless you absolutely have to interact with him, often rolling your eyes and freezing him out if he tries to talk to you. It’s Halloween, it’s literally his night and he wants to relax. You’ve been a good girl, not putting yourself in danger and he’d overheard you saying you were going to sit on your couch and watch movies tonight so he felt confident in going out to relax and unwind. Have a bite to eat and have some fun himself. To forget the ache in his chest for a few hours. He’s dressed to flaunt his nature, playing into the theme of the club, black leather pants, boots, dark t-shirt. Shedding the facade of the MBA manager and letting his fangs out for a little while.

You accept the drink, laughing when the guy starts to try and charm you and it’s cringy, almost like he’s from the 80s but it grows on you and soon enough, you’re laughing and joking with the guy- his name is Ray. You swallow down the rest of your drink and sigh when he leans forward, kissing your neck. He’s cute in a geeky way and you let him kiss your neck, deciding he’s cute enough to take home. It’s been a while.

As soon as he hits the door, he smells you. The sweet, subtle, floral scent of your pheromones floods his nose and he growls when the whips his head around to find you against the bar, a slimy, sleazy vampire who is letting his fangs drag along your skin, ready to sink into your soft flesh. In the blink of an eye, he’s across the dance floor and he’s ripping you away from the vampire. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He snarls, angry that you are in a vampire club, offering your throat to a fucking vampire named Ray.

You aren’t surprised to see him here, “fucking hell. Is your only job in life to ruin mine? Apparently you want to keep me alive to make me suffer because now, I can’t even get laid without you showing up!” You growl at him, trying to pull your forearm out of his grip.

The other guy, Ray, comes over and wraps his arm around your waist, trying to pull you back. “Let her be, Phillips. She’s having a good time, aren’t you baby girl? She just wants to have a good time with me and not you.” Ray smirks at your boss, wanting to rile him up even more. He’s never liked Max in all the interactions they’ve had in the club.

Max’s eyes narrow and he curls his lip. It’s hard not to flash his fangs at the bastard but he doesn’t. Not when you are watching him. “Let go of her before I stake you.” He hisses. “You aren’t drinking from her.”

You huff when Ray lets go of you, pushing you towards Max. “Fine. I ain’t gonna get involved in that shit. Don’t need you offing yourself when she dies. I don’t want people to blame me for that shit.” Ray scoffs, annoyed but unwilling to get in the middle.

You shake your head. “Seriously? You’re just gonna let him- hey. Hey.” You jerk your chin towards Max, “what the hell? He doesn’t control me. I get to chose who I want to fuck.”

Max seethes, eyes flashing dangerously at the thought of anyone else touching you. He’s not stupid, he knows you s slept with people, but none where his kind. He grabs your chin, a menacing smirk on his face. “You can fuck anyone in this club sweetheart, as long as that someone is me.” He coos.

You narrow your eyes at him despite your body tingling at his touch. “You’re the last person on this planet I would fuck, Phillips. You egotistical asshole. Who the hell…why - is that why you’ve followed me my entire life? Just waiting for me to fuck you? You’ve waited years to touch me? You fucking sick bastard. I know what you are.” You tell him cockily, “what he is too. I would’ve let him drink from me.”

The growl he lets out is dark, dangerous. His hand gripping your chin tighter for a moment before he lets go, unwilling to hurt you. “Fuck, Phillips.” Ray chuckles behind him. “You haven’t tasted her yet? You should have already feasted on that pretty little neck.”

Max turns towards the other vampire, snarling and flashing his fangs. “Get the fuck out of here before I rip your heart out.” He threatens darkly.

Ray holds his hands up, knowing he can't get in between you and Max so he backs off, deciding to find another snack. You shake your head, no longer scared despite the fangs that glisten under the lights of the club.

"I want to go home. Take me home." You order, spinning on your heel and you quickly find George, telling him you're heading home and for him to text you when he's home. You stride past Max, his fangs still on display, and you are soon out in the parking lot.

"Come on sweetheart." He guides you towards his car but you stop walking.

"Not yet. I need you to tell me." You demand and he frowns, fangs detracting and you cross your arms.

"Tell you what?" He huffs, staring at you.

"Tell me why you've always been there. Watching me. Saving my life. Why? Do you want to eat me or something?"

Max had expected the question, dodged it the last time you had asked and ignored the way you had looked at him with confusion and frustration. Instead of just walking away he looks around. “Not here.” He insists, reaching around you to open the car door to let you in. “Let me take you home. I don’t want you around all of them.” He jerks his head towards the club doors. It’s about a sixty-forty split between vampires and humans tonight and every single human in there will be fed on. “Let me get you home safe and I’ll tell you.” He promises.

You narrow your eyes at him, staring for a moment before you concede, nodding once. He opens the door and you get into his car, admiring the leather and it smells of him. It's weirdly comforting. You watch him get into the car and he turns on the engine. You lean back against the seat, just watching L.A pass by as he drives towards your place. You don't even question how he knows where you live. You don't talk, too riled up on his lack of truth, and you sigh when you arrive at your apartment. Hoping he follows through and tells you the truth. "You want to come inside?" You ask, grabbing your purse.

Max cuts the engine and climbs out beside you. There are a few younger ghouls and goblins running around, sprinting for the last of the candy bowls that are set out. Mostly though, the hooligans are about, or the real monsters that stick to the shadows. Max should know, because he’s one of them. He follows behind you, watching to make sure that nothing will happen as he follows you to your apartment door. He’s been inside before, a year ago when he had taken you home. Deposited you safely and then disappeared again. This time, it seems like he has to explain himself.

Your hands fumble slightly as you open the door but Max doesn't rush you. You eventually get the door open and walk inside, letting him follow, and you fluster at the clothes scattered around from your frenzy to get ready and find those stupid bunny ears you are still wearing. You take them off, setting them on the side. "Sorry about the mess." You mutter, suddenly quiet now the moment of hearing the truth is finally upon you.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart.” Max closes the door and flips the lock. Keeping everyone firmly out, he knows you have nothing to fear from him. He smirks as he looks around the apartment living space. “You painted. It looks nice.” He quips. Of course, he knew that, he knew practically everything about you, but he doesn’t want to creep you out. You would call it stalking, he calls it staying protectively close.

You shake your head and smile. Of course he knows you've painted. He seems to know everything about you. You sigh, sitting down on the sofa and you rub your cheek. "Why Max?" You ask softly, wanting to know. You need to know. "Please tell me. You've haunted my dreams. I think I see you in the grocery store. In the mall. I see you everywhere."

Max sighs, a useless habit, but he’s good at mimicking being human. “I feel protective over you.” He starts out with that, wondering if it will be enough to satisfy your curiosity but he knows it won’t.

“Obviously.” You huff. “Or you wouldn’t keep saving me, but why me?”

Max bites his lip, knowing that he will have to tell you the truth. “Because the day you die, it will kill me.” He can see the disbelief on your face but he plunges into the truth. “Despite what you think, vampires have souls. We were once human. And you- you’re my soulmate.”

You absorb the news, looking away from him and across your living room. “I’m - you’re - you are - I -” You stammer. “Does that mean that I- so you’ve been saving me because you’ll die if I die? Like…theoretically or literally?” You ask, needing to know if your life and his life are intertwined. “Do you- I’m your soulmate. So…like a lover or a friend or -?” You can’t process this, asking too many questions and you take a breath, giving him a chance to answer.

“For me -“ Max pauses, biting his lip. “You are my world. If you died, I wouldn’t immediately drop dead, but I would be in agony until I destroyed myself.” He doesn’t want to make you feel guilty about that. “But- I- I decided that you would have a choice. So I kept you safe, but I- I didn’t go after you like others might have.” He’s a monster, he knows that he is. He didn’t want to try to persuade you that you had to be with him. He could, he could glamor you - but it feels wrong.

You inhale deeply, trying to process it still until you realize how selfless he has actually been. He’s saved you more times than you can remember. Even as a child. “When I - you saved me that first time…when did you realize I was your soulmate? How?” You ask, wanting to know. Your heart is pounding, almost like it’s trying to thump out of your chest, and you know that Max can hear that.

“When I was changed- they told me I would be drawn to my soulmate.” He explains. “That I would know it, smell it. That your blood would smell like the sweetest ambrosia, and that when I touched you for the first time, my heart would beat for a split second.” He closes his eyes, smiling slightly as he remembers the sensation. “I didn’t think it would be a seven year old girl. And I just- I want to make sure you are safe.”

You smile, knowing he’s kept you safe, saved your life far too many times. You believe him. He’s always been there, in the shadows, you’ve sensed it. You stand up, walking over to him and reach for his hand. “Thank you. For all those times that you saved me.” You reach up with your free hand to place it on his chest over his heart. “I - I feel it too. This pull towards you. I can’t explain it. I just wanted answers. An explanation about why you were always there. I know now and I - I want you to drink from me.”

Max shudders, nearly drooling at the thought. “I shouldn’t.” He groans quietly, not wanting to reject you, but you had stuttered slightly and he doesn’t want you to be scared. “It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything. Especially- if- if I drink from you, I don’t know if I can control myself.” He admits quietly.

You know you want him to bite you when you see that look in his eyes. You swallow, your hand sliding up from his chest to his neck, “control yourself as in you’ll kill me?” You ask, wondering why he’d kill you if it means his own demise.

He’s offended you would think that, his hand slides down to rest on your hip and he squeezes harshly. “Control myself as in you are no longer seven years old and you are very much a grown woman.” He growls.

“Oh.” You answer dumbstruck, his hand on your hip makes your skin feel on fire even through your dress. You look into those dark eyes, the air heavy between you, and you stare at him. “I’m a woman. A woman who wants you to taste her. Everywhere.” You tell him, knowing he is telling the truth and he’s saved you more times than you can count. Most men would’ve taken what they want but he hasn’t and now, you’re asking him to do just that.

Groaning, Max has to give you one last warning. “If I do, I’m probably going to change.” His voice is raspy, low. “Show you the real image of a vampire, not just what I looked like when I was human. I won’t be able to help myself.” He’s talked to enough who have their soulmate to know what to expect.

You reach up to cup his cheek, caressing his handsome face, and you prepare yourself to see him. The real version of him. “Max. I want you to taste me.” You trust him, implicitly, and you know you shouldn’t because of what he is but you know he wouldn’t hurt you. You feel connected to him, you want to feel more.

Hisses slightly at the trust you are placing in him, the first thing he has to do is kiss you. Lunging forward, his hand cups the back of your head and he presses his lips to yours desperately. Groaning at the warmth and feel of your lips and how it electrifies his entire system.

You cling to him, your entire body on fire as his lips massage yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You arch your back, getting even closer to him. You feel like you can't get close enough, your hands sliding up to ruin his perfectly styled hair, slicked back but not mussed with your fingers.

He can feel his control already slipping. He would never, ever hurt you - he’s not capable of it. But the fierce need inside him is mounting. His hands streak down to the hem of your dress and he drags it up as he breaks away from your mouth and starts to kiss along your jaw. “Hate that bastard’s smell on you.” He growls, replacing the offending scent with his own. “You’re mine.”

His words make you moan and you fluster, surprised at the wanton sound, and you let him drag the dress over your head, exposing your bra and underwear beneath the white dress. "I'm yours." You promise, knowing, somehow, deep within your soul that you know that to be true.

“Fuck.” Hearing you say the words makes him even more eager to touch you, to taste you. He had been horrified when he discovered that his soulmate was a child, staying away and protecting you from a distance. Believing that he would never be with you. But now…. His nails get sharper, slicing through the fabric of your panties as he smells the mouth watering scent of your arousal. Adding to the delicious scent of your blood.

The way he removes your panties gives you the first insight into how monstrous he is. Not with you though. Even with sharp nails, he touches you so delicately. “Max. Please. I need - want you.” You stammer, breathless already as your heart hammers in your chest with anticipation. When he slices your bra through the center, you inhale sharply. “Oh shit.” You gasp, shrugging the ruined material off of your shoulders to expose your tits.

Max’s eyes are yellow, an inhuman shape and his pupils have changed. Allowing for the vision that supersedes a mere mortal as he gorges himself on the view of your tits. Another growl pushes out of his chest as he surges forward to wrap his hungry mouth around one breast.

His hands grip your back, nails digging in slightly until he realizes but you’re too distracted by his tongue lathing over your nipple until he bites down, making you cry out his name. It’s intense but you’re not scared. You’re eager for more.

He loves that you don’t recoil from him, that you aren’t pushing him away. As he sucks, he can feel the slight change, his brow getting heavier but he’s not transformed yet. He pulls away from your nipple with a pop and lifts his head. “I want to drink your blood from your thigh.” He tells you, wanting to bite your inner thigh and drink before he tastes your cunt. “Bed.” He orders, eager to act on his needs.

You shift back from him, opening the door to your bedroom that has even more scattered around but he doesn't care. You watch him as you lay down on your bed, his face transformed but he's still handsome, still yours. You aren't scared, you feel like you are where you need to be. With a growl, he kneels on the bed and you spread your thighs, exposing your cunt and that vein he wants to his hungry gaze.

Max’s fangs spring out from his gums, mouth watering in anticipation. “I’ve wanted to taste you, sweetheart.” He growls darkly, stretched fingers and sharp nails prying your thighs apart even more. “Can’t tell you how many times I fisted my cock thinking about your blood and your cum on my tongue.” Leaning in, he presses his nose against your thigh, where he feels and hears the blood pumping through your vein. His lips press a gentle kiss to the spot before his yellow eyes meet yours. “It’s going to pinch.” He warns you before he opens his mouth wide and sinks his fangs into your flesh.

Your gasp echoes in the bedroom, the pain lasts for a mere moment before the pleasure floods you. You cry out, hips bucking but his arm flings across your stomach to keep you still. It’s a weird sensation, unlike anything you’ve ever felt and you know it’s weird but it feels good. So good. “Max.” You whimper, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair, watching him drink from you.

Max snarls, gulping down mouthfuls of the sweetest blood he’s ever tasted. His face shifting, morphing into the full blown visage of the vampire, although he’s still not completely changed. He watches you, wanting to make sure you haven’t frozen under him. Another mouthful of your blood and he eases up, sliding his mouth and tongue over to your cunt to taste you there.

You moan, his mouth wet with your blood and he immediately latches onto your clit. Fangs scraping the sensitive flesh but you love it. You cry out his name and wonder if he’s happy to finally be buried inside of you.

He moans, loving your sweet blood mixed with the tanginess of your cunt. Swirling his tongue through your folds and sucking on your clit before he pulls away. “Knew you’d be perfect. That this cunt would taste like Heaven.” He groans before he buries his face back into your cunt, pushing his tongue deep inside your walls and smashing his nose against your clit.

"Oh fuck!" You squeal when his tongue slides deep inside of you, deeper than anyone else. His nose presses against your clit and with each movement, you are pushed higher into ecstasy. "Oh God, Max!" You cry, throwing your head back against the pillows and you thrash until he grabs you to stop you moving.

He devours you. Fucking you with his tongue until you are gasping his name, your walls pulsing around his tongue. He wants you to cum, to flood his mouth with your sweet release. Shaking his head as he works into you so his nose grinds against your clit, he wills you to cum

You cry out, so close, and when he reaches up to squeeze your breast, you fall apart. Squeezing his tongue within your walls, you cum, soaking it and practically sobbing his name from how hard he made you cum. “Max. Oh, Max.”

Drinking you down, Max uncurls his tongue from the depths of your cunt and kisses your clit before he bathes the still weeping fang marks with his tongue. Cleaning up every drop of your blood to not waste it and let your marks heal over. His cock is hard, pressing against the leather pants he’s wearing and he wants nothing more than to sink into you,

You reach for him, dragging him up your body - he obviously lets you - and you reach for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it on your floor to join the other pieces of clothing. You reach down to work on his leather pants, “could you have gotten tighter pants?” You chuckle.

“Gotta make my ass look good.” Smirking, Max pulls away from you to stand beside the bed. Shredding the pants from his body in the blink of an eye so he is bare. His body has nearly completely transformed, the softer lines of his human facade faded on to lean and hard muscles, sinew and sharp lines. His cock bounces harshly, as he lets you look at him.

You should be terrified but you’re not. You watch him, his thick cock bouncing as he kneels on the bed, and you bite your lip. He has spent nearly your entire life protecting you so you aren’t scared. He’d never hurt you. You belong to him and he to you. “Max. Do we- do we need a condom? I don’t - I’m not on birth control.”

Max bites his lip, looking away from you for a split second of gravity. “No.” He swallows, knowing that it might be something you can’t live with. “I- I’m technically dead. I can’t father a child.” He tries to lighten the mood by smirking. “Can’t give you an STD though. So it’s got it’s perks.”

You nod, understanding that he can’t give you children but you’ve never wanted them anyway. “Then fuck me. Please. I need you inside of me.” You reach up to caress his chest, not feeling his heartbeat that reminds you he is truly dead.

He captures your hand, pulling it up over your head and pushing you back into the bed. Holding your hand down over your head and smirking, his brow is heavy and there are almost horns poking out from the ridges on his forehead. “Tonight, you’re going to fuck a monster, and you’re going to like it.” He vows, your legs are already propped up on his thick thighs - you propped them up and he reaches down to slowly and carefully slide one of the razor sharp nails over your clit to make you shiver. “Get ready, ‘cause here I come.” He takes himself in hand and lines up, keeping his demon eyes on you as he pushes in.

Your eyelashes flutter as he pushes into you. Stretching you inch by inch and you whimper when it stings but you don’t tell him to stop. Your heart is pounding in your chest but you don’t look away from him. You know he’s yours and you should be terrified by him, but he looks incredible above you, a monster yes, but he’s treating you with the utmost care. “Max.” You moan when he pushes that final inch inside of you, stretching you to fit his cock and you pant with need.

Max chokes out a sound the second that he is fully seated in your warmth. Eyes widening and his back arches up, grinding himself into you deeper while the bones in his back contort, skin stretching and elongating, exposing two giant wings that unfurl behind him and flutter. His transformation is complete and the monster exposed.

Your gasp echoes in the room, his wings taking up most of the room, and you can’t help but reach out to caress it, unable to believe how angelic he looks despite knowing he’s a demon. “Max. You- you’re beautiful.” You choke, tears stinging in your eyes. He’s been your guardian angel, keeping you safe, and now he’s here and you are overwhelmed at the intense feelings inside of you.

His eyes slip closed for a moment, savoring the compliment and the feeling of your hand stroking his sensitive wing. He groans and leans in, his wings folding closer around the two of you and he presses his lips to yours. “I-“ he can’t even begin to describe what he is feeling but inside you is home.

You kiss him, wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer, and you continue caressing his wings, wanting him to know you accept this version of him. “Move Max. Please. I need - please fuck me.” You beg, rocking your hips up against him.

He bares his teeth, fangs hanging down and he groans again, his face almost curled into a sneer from the pleasure. Curling his arm under your back and pulling you up slightly as he starts to move. He isn’t gentle, he can’t be right now, although he doesn’t want to hurt you. Pulling his hips back, he fills you again and again with harsh, deep thrusts.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he fucks you, pushing deep and punching your gut with each thrust. It’s intoxicating and you can’t stop the mewls escaping your lips. “Yes. Oh fuck, Max. It’s - oh fuck.” You cry, eyes clenched shut as you let him push deep.

You sound and feel incredible. Taking every forceful roll of his hips and begging for more. You’re perfect. “Let- let me bite you.” He demands, wanting to taste your pleasure through your blood. “Please baby, let me drink you while you cum on my cock.”

“Do it.” You rasp, wanting to feel connected to him anyway you can. It’s more than you could’ve ever imagined. He feels so good inside of you, pushing you towards your orgasm with every thrust. “Please Max.” You tilt your head, granting him access.

Salivating, Max licks your skin to taste your sweat before he bites down. His cock twitching at the way you clamp down on him as his mouth fills with your sweet blood and he can hear your cry of pain and pleasure fused together.

He takes a couple of gulps of your blood until you cum, clamping down on his cock and you cling to his wings as you shake beneath him. It’s intense, unlike anything you’ve ever felt, and you are certain that it’s the best orgasm of your life. “Oh fuck!” You choke, eyes squeezed shut as you cum.

He has better stamina than this. He could normally do this for hours without stopping or cumming. Not with you. Max shudders, feeling more connected to you that anyone - ever. Pleasure courses though his body and the sound he lets out is close to a roar. Pushing as deep as he can, he floods your womb with his lifeless seed.

You cling to him as he cums, loving the wrecked roar that escapes him, and you whimper, “that’s it baby.” You coo, caressing his wings as he rocks into you, slow to ride out his orgasm and yours. It’s like you’re in heaven and hell. Blissed out while being fucked by a demon. It’s all you’ll want from now on.

Huffing, Max presses his still disfigured forehead to yours. “That-“ he groans quietly, “was worth the wait.” He jokes, trying to make light of how emotional he is, but he can’t help the tenderness slipping through when he presses his lips to yours again.

You chuckle, caressing his face, and you aren’t scared by his visage. “I’m glad.” You smile, knowing he’s waited a long time to be with you and you know he’s been patient. “Don’t regret saving my life all those years ago?” You tease, “and the time after that. And the time after that.”

Max smirks and shakes his head, leaning down to kiss you again. Now that he’s cum, his body starts to relax. Still buried deep inside you, he starts to slowly shift back to his human form, his wings rustle and start curling back inside his body and his features rearranging themselves back to normal. “No, I don’t regret it. Although, we need to talk about the shit you get yourself into.” He huffs dramatically. “Saving you was a fucking full time job.”

You giggle, “to be fair, the last one was an experiment to see if you’d save me and you did. I’m sorry I kept getting into trouble but I swear, I didn’t do it on purpose. I just attract it.” You caress his cheek, admiring his handsome face. “I can’t believe you waited so many years for this moment. Why did you keep away? Even after I left college?”

He’s decided he’s going to stay inside your warm cunt for as long as you let him, bracing his weight on his arms and giving you a serious look while he caresses your cheek. “You see what I am.” He murmurs softly. “It’s fucking ironic that only the supernatural know they have soulmates. But I- I wanted you to have a chance at living your life without dealing with a vampire or other things that go bump in the night.”

You smile in understanding, knowing that your twenty two year old self would’ve freaked out and likely run away. You wouldn’t have seen how he’s protected you, the love that’s evident in his eyes as he looks at you. “I love you, Max.” You tell him, knowing it’s true despite the fact that you don’t know a lot about him aside from him being your boss and your soulmate and a vampire. “I want to be yours.”

You love him. His fangs are retracted as he bites his lip, making a very pleased humming sound. Leaning forward, he nuzzles your nose with his and kisses you. “I love you, I have for years. But baby, you need to be sure.” He whispers. “There’s no going back. Once you’re mine, it’s for eternity. Unless you destroy me.”

You chuckle, “if you piss me off enough…”

He snorts at your joke before he grows serious. “I mean it. There’s no going back.”

You bite your lip, “what’s involved? To be yours for eternity?”

“Yes.” He admits. “And I would be yours. You would feel the bond between us when you became a vampire.” He knows you don’t feel anything more than a sharp attraction but once you were changed, you would know how deep his need for you runs. “Only when you want to be changed though. I wouldn’t pressure you.”

“Okay. I'd like a little more time to be human. And enjoy my Halloween candy.” You make him chuckle and you caress his back, “I do love you though and I promise you, I’m going to keep myself safe so we can enjoy the time I have left as a human together.” You vow, knowing his anxiety to keep you safe will go through the roof. “Thank you for saving me all those times, Max. I - I’m glad you saved me so we could be here now.”

“I would have saved you even if you weren’t here.” Max promises you softly. “I might be a monster, but I never will let anything in this world hurt you.” He smirks and sends you a small wink. “Unless it's me drinking from you. That’s okay.”

You smirk, “I don’t mind that either. One day at a time. Us. Together. That’s all that matters.” You tell him, caressing his cheeks and you tilt your head up to kiss him softly. “Happy Halloween Max.” You coo and he smirks, kissing your neck.

“Best Halloween ever. Except, my leather pants are ruined.” He pouts, making you playfully roll your eyes.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.” You promise and he grins, “thank you baby. Knew you’d be the best soulmate ever.”

His words make you melt and you pull him even closer, “soulmates. I like the sound of that.”

Max snuggles into your neck, “me too baby. Me too.” He inhales your scent. He’s finally home.

#pedro pascal #max phillips #max phillips x reader #max phillips x f!reader #max phillips x you #max phillips smut #max phillips fanfiction #max phillips imagine #max phillips bloodsucking bastards

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Astarion past of corrupt Magistrate

A bud that didn't bear fruit, not one that was cut off.

There was no time to realised in the game that Astarion was a very, very bad, corrupt elf in power. The beginning of the story hasn't been rewritten, the key idea remains - for April 2024.

I have a couple words and sources for it. The latter I found recently, and it has a story of its own. Sources from Larian's internal kitchen is extracted by hacker methods.

Let's start with just that In the fall of 2023, the Larian Discord leaks happened. Leaks of Welch chat, Larian's narrative designer (in the past), and co-writer of some scenes with Astarion. As of April 2024, the narrative designer of the romances. You can read about their unprofessional acts here. For me, it also plays a role that it's not even their character, it was worked on long before them, another author and creator. So that kind of statement who understood what about the character is so... ridiculous.

And the question arises why we should trust the word of a very unprofessional person? That's right. Because: 1. These are not their personal words, interpretations and "I feel like". It says what Larian was planned for Astarion's story, but didn't have time to show. 2. Welch came to work at Larian well after Early Access. This backstory of Astarion was already told before Larian hired Welch.

The other few sources that tell of Astarion's backstory. Their sequence and nuances are also important.

1 - Info from the publication VICE The year is 2020, February 28. First presentation of the Baldur's Gate game by the hands of Swen Vincke. Astarion already Astarion as he is, white hair, fangs, a vampire spawn. (no horns and no tail) I watched it all and dont find that Swen is no information about Astarion's past. I don't think the publication is running a fake. So I'm assuming this is a site exclusive-lure about the key points plot of the game.

„A disgraced nobleman who used his position as a local magistrate to serve a vampire clan by feeding them prisoners, he was eventually too corrupt even for them and was effectively sent to serve as the personal slave of a powerful vampire”

I haven't seen it abandoned. After a while, the artbook confirms corrupt-taste for power-past.

So, a person who has been following the story closely notices that some of the information is incomplete. However, " feeding them prisoners" could very well be a plot twist for new playrs, and it should be left out in the exclusive. All the more reason: • Corrupted elite - used his position of magistrate • Taste for power. Desires, eternal life - for luxury, influence, eternal beauty, more power, vampires. • How vampires came to be? Why do vampires need a magistrate? - prisoners, it's easy to take outcasts for food. They also didn't forget to mention decadence. There is no reason for a person to think that a key moment in history has gone away.

2 - Artbook I found the first mention in winter 2022 (edit if I find it earlier) Baldurs Gate 3 Collectors Edition Pre-order for the physical collection, including artbook $269.99 Next February 2023. It mentioned that BG3 Digital Deluxe Edition will be available to Early Access buyers. With this artbook. That is, the information passed from edition to edition. Weird, giving irrelevant information that will confuse you for free! Yet you have to pay for the physical irrelevant information, 270 bucks. Did Larian give any warning about this? 270 for non-canon. Enjoy the game.

Astarion. Decadent and Dangerous Two hundred years ago, Astarion was a corrupt elite of Baldur’s Gate with a taste for power and a hunger for eternal life.

3 - unprofessional employee revealed the internal workings of the kitchen and what Larian, as an entire company - that's Astarion's author, Stephen Rooney, actors, animators - didn't have time for previously mentioned Astarion backstory. Confirmation of what was already known.

escuisi: I've been thinking about how in act 1 there seems to be a setup for more info on the gur incident/cazador conveniently being there to turn him but then theres no reference to it later on? Like, Astarion's all mysterious about it in a way that clearly implies he did something shitty we would find out later ("they had taken issue with a ruling i had made") but its never expanded.

Baudelaire Welch (larian): lol I did want to more fully explore the 'ACAB * definitely * applies to Astarion' angle but there wasn't really time for it.

The concept of "learning not to be racist" I am a building is shot down, probably by other writers. Not copstarion, that predates Welch. Of course. It would have taken two more acts - just an understanding. Overall it would still look... cheap and strained. The only evil male companion in this game. Astarion is about the darker sides of humanity, balance of fun and darkness. He must be asshole about something. The recent "I'm sure" posts are already more of a personal piece. Doesn't invalidate the information gained, which is verified by past sources.

Headcanon is a fan fiction that never hasn't been mentioned in any way in the media. Which there is no basis for, fiction. Like the dark-haired Astarion, mortal eye colour, for example.

The entire 1st act is precisely done and presented in 2020 with Astarion's backstory - all his approvals, reactions, all the lines. 2022 winter - pre-order of the physical edition with this artbook is open. The artbook that is promised as a gift to players by EA in February 2023 half-year before the release in August 2023 also confirms and includes information about the corrupt past. Approvals, most reactions, some of which are remade in PAD format, but not cut remain in the August 2023 release. The game gives hints and later coquettishly silent. Nothing logically erases this backstory of Astarion in the game And then in autumn 2023 there is a leak where it turns out that there was not enough time for Astarion's backstory.

The artbook is the grail. It always has been in my case in any fandom. In an artbook, every word is very precious. These are the key ideas author for the reasoning of the story. Maybe it's not the fans, but the way Larian treats the information he's given for thought. I find their pitching a clumsy. -- wasn't enough time to do -- abandoned the idea and cut it out are different things. If the wording was: we didn't have time, so we cut off, so this story is no longer relevant - then yes. Now it's: we didn't have really time to fully explore (emphasized the other part, this part was left unrevealed). For me, this story of Astarion levitates in the air, not gone, but not realized either.

There's nothing in the game plot that contradicts that Astarion's past was exactly that. Astarion would never say he was a corrupt arsehole when he wants Tav to help him, though with his barbarians, "raising the dead is easier than catching slaves, don't care slaves or building material", luxury, wealth and power that Astarion remembers in the his original, "mercy, please", vagabonds... Vice versa. It's all coming together.

That's the puzzle. Judge for yourself. Because the main thing that's missing: definiteness. For me, zero reasons to rate that this backstory is burned at the time of the release of the Bladur's Gate 3 game and for April 2024. It's would be hidden as a secret inside the story. A bud that didn't bear fruit, not one that was cut off.

Now Larian is doing a new artbook I really hope the situation is at least clarified. Stephen Rooney has left Larian, he said that in the spring of 2024, so it was always going to be an issue now. Unless of course they do CTRL+C CTRL+V.

Here.

#astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate 3 #Magistrate Astarion #larian critical #bg3 critical #BG3 Early Access

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Hello,

I can see lucy having a big undercover mission now that end up with her getting the golden ticket and that's how she will be able to be detective. I have nolan vibe from when he wanted to be TO. If anything this ep confirm for me lucy will be detective.

From what I've seen in the past 24 hours, you're not the only one who thinks that - or should I say, hope for this outcome. I'm not gonna lie, I'm a bit on the fence with the Golden Ticket scenario. And this isn't a criticism towards you, Anon, or anyone who likes this idea by the way. It's just that, like you said, this is exactly what the writers did with Nolan so rehashing the same storyline with the same outcome feels kind of lazy to me. I also can't help but feel like she should already have gotten one by now if that were to happen. If taking down two major drug cartels on your first solo UC op, despite being mostly untrained, didn't warrant one, then how is she supposed to top that? She took down another major drug cartel and some very dangerous criminals on her second UC op and that still wasn't enough.

And even if she were to get one, I don't know if that would really solve the problem. We know that Nolan still had to take the TO exam first… So does that mean Lucy would have to retake the detective exam? Or since she technically passed, can she skip that part and directly get a spot? Cos in the first case, she would still have to face Primm… and somehow I doubt he would be any less vindictive. The second outcome sounds much better but if Primm administered the oral exam, I'm assuming that means he supervises that department, right? If that's the case, knowing that one of your superior has it for you isn't exactly an enviable working environment. She could win him over, of course. Or he could also disappear like the Union president who was after Nolan. Or I could completely be overthinking this! To be clear, I'm not entirely opposed to this idea either. If that means we get more Lucy as a badass, I'm in. Maybe she will be instrumental in apprehending the bad guy in the next episode (I'm trying to be vague here so I don't spoil too much) or the mastermind behind the attacks from the finale/premiere. I just wish that the Golden Ticket hadn't already been used in a similar fashion.

#I honestly have no idea where this is going #so you could be completely right #ask & ye shall receive #the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #6.03

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janehaster · 6 months

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Sylvie

She's really complicated, isn't she?

She had her whole life stolen from her. Never knew the love of her parents. Or rather, knew it for a brief period, only. Was treated roughly by Renslayer, as if she weren't a person, just a thing. Condemned to death after doing nothing wrong. And had to live on the run for ever.

She never had a place she could call home

She never dated anyone

She never had friends

She never had the right to settle down anywhere

She grew up believing she was a convict, not a normal person

She grew up believing she had no rights. That she was not an individual. Because "she wasn't supposed to exist" in the first place

That's Sylvie's mindset. She is a survivor. And like every survivor, she must have a number of mental conditions: PTSD, anxiety, depression, agoraphobia and so many others. She's unable to truly trust someone. She's always prepared for imminent danger. She has A LOT to unpack.

Now come the scenes with Mobius and Loki in Season 2, the ones everyone talked about.

She got a lot of hate for the way she spoke to Mobius and for accusing Loki of being selfish after she was the one responsible for the shit everyone's is in now (aka The End of Everything)

The thing is, when she judged Mobius' lightheartedness in a moment of crisis, she was judging from her POV. The TVA hunted her like a dog. They never cared about the people they pruned. They did commit mass genocide, there's no way around it. So in her mind, everyone who works at the TVA is a callous murderer. And the fact that a TVA agent - Mobius - would consider "just chillin' " and having some pie while Armageddon is upon them mirrors the same callous atittude of the ones who hunted her in the past. In her mind, Mobius' gesture was misinterpreted as "I don't give a fuck about what's going on as everything melts down and people will start dying left, right and centre", rather than "let's take a moment to breathe and clear our heads".

Now, about the scene with Loki at the bar...

A lot of people hated her for her harsh words and called her a hypocrite, since she was the one who got everyone in this mess after killing HWR.

HOWEVER, people are forgetting one VERY important detail.

The Sacred Timeline DID NOT branch because Sylvie killed He Who Remains. It had ALREADY started branching after they passed the threshold.

Remember HWR's words in Season 1's last episode? He told the Loki Variants to better hurry, since the timeline was beginning to branch

So, regardless of Sylvie's choice, the Timeline was doomed to branch. What could have averted a worse crisis was letting HWR live and ask him to update the Temporal Loom in order to support multiple timelines.

But even that idea could not work, and Loki would see himself forced to learn how to control the Time Slip so as to fix things in the past. Or worse yet, HWR could sabotage their attempt to allow for multiple timelines to exist and they would be forced to kill him either way.

So there you have it. Sylvie cannot truly be blamed for putting Loki&Co in this mess. The birth of the Multiverse was inevitable. What she could have done was stay in the TVA and help rather than just disappear and leave everyone behind.

However, once again people forget the TVA was her ENEMY, and she had already made it clear to Loki she had ZERO intent of going back there to help him rule. Her only wish was to secure her freedom by killing the people in charge of the TVA and go live the life she never could.

Now, as for the bar scene...

If the series had ended after that dialog, it would have been perfect.

Everyone was back where they belonged. The TVA was no more. And Loki would be forced to do what Sylvie did right after securing her freedom: to build a life of his own.

Instead of finding his own path, Loki settled in the TVA and got comfortable, forgetting that the TVA were not really his family. Remember, he was recruited to help them hunt Sylvie. There was no telling whether Renslayer didn't plan for Loki to be pruned once they found her.

Did Loki meet people whom he later grew fond of? Yes, but that's not the point. His family was back in Asgard, and that got burned to the ground. So now it was up to him to forge his own path, to become independent, to write his own story, in Sylvie's words.

And instead of moving on, as she did, he wanted to pull everyone back into the false lives they led in the TVA for his sake.

Isn't that being selfish?

So, Sylvie's role in Loki's life is that of a friend. Not just any friend. A true friend. She doesn't coddle him. She doesn't feed his delusions. She told him what he needed to hear, not what he wanted. She doesn't sugarcoat the truth.

And it was because of her that he was able to save everyone in the end. Because he finally admitted to himself his worst fear and his one true desire: to not be alone.

Having said that, yes, I do want to see Loki get his friends back. Yes, I want to see the TVA finally work as it should: as a Guardian Of Timelines, not as this fascist organisation that commits mass murder. However, Sylvie was not wrong in pointing out to Loki he was being selfish. Do you know why?

Because Mobius was perfectly happy taking care of his kids

The first thing he did when the world was ending was to run back to his family. That shows how much he loved them and cared about them.

He also said he couldn't understand how someone could refuse to take a ride on a jet ski, showing how much he loved his work.

He also questioned whether Loki was truly his friend, to ask him to leave his whole life behind and go help him.

And let's not forget Mobius refused to visit his own timeline while still as Mobius because he feared his true life was so good, he wouldn't want to return to the TVA

SO...was Loki being selfish by forcing Mobius to leave everything behind, a life he clearly loved and to be with him, just because Loki missed his friend?

The inevitable conclusion is YES.

That's what Sylvie was pointing out to him at the bar. The TVA robbed people of their lives, there's no way around it. And once they had the opportunity to go back to those lives, some chose to stay, like Brad. If Mobius had made the same choice, would Loki respect his decision? Or would he force Mobius to stay with him in the TVA against his friend's wishes?

That's the big question that Sylvie was actually asking him. If he had to be selfless to let his friends - and those he love - lead their own lives, whether Loki were a part of them or not, would he be selfless enough to let them go?

I believe the answer to that might come in Episode 6.

My bet is that Sylvie will provoke Loki into showing his friends where they really came from and to give them the liberty to choose their own path. For Lokius' shippers, this will be a big moment. Cause if Mobius decides to go back to selling jet skis and taking care of his kids, what will Loki do? Will he be brave enough to profess his feelings for Mobius and ask him to stay? Will he let Mobius leave him for good and suffer in silence?

Come Thor's Day, we will know.

#mcu loki #loki series #loki season 2 #loki #disney loki #loki and mobius #loki x mobius #agent mobius #tva #tva loki #disney tva #mobius m mobius #mobius mcu #mcu #sylvie laufeydottir #sylvie

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flintox · 19 days

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"Madame President! A few questions?"

The president halted in front of the camera and put on her most presentable smile. "Of course!" She adjusted her hair, already self-conscious about it knowing she was being filmed.

"The galactic federation has just passed over one hundred member planets. How do you feel about this monumental milestone?"

"Aha~" The lioness giggled. "Well, I doubt anyone is as happy as I am. It is an accomplishment several decades in the making and I couldn't be more proud of my fellow member planets in all their hard work in making it a reality."

The flash of a camera blinded her for a moment but her expression remained stalwart and regal. "A new microphone was thrust towards her face by a shorter alpaca species. "Madame President--what do you have to say about the allegations of the federation isolating aggressive non member planets using dangerous experimental technology?"

There was always one of these types at every press conference. She'd been hoping the security here would be a bit more stringent and not let these sorts of inflammatory reporters in. She sighed and maintained her smile. "You're referring to the recent disappearance of the Human threat, I assume?" She flashed the reporter a smile. "The federation only makes use of tested weaponry that is compliant with the federation code of conduct--which was written in co-operation with other species, both aligned with us and non aligned. The disappearance of the human planet was likely the cause of their own experimentation and is as much of a mystery to us as it is to you. Despite the aggressive stance the humans took against us, the loss of life is nonetheless tragic." The lioness leaned in closer to the reporter, looming over the short alpaca. "Lets not spoil the ceremony with such frivolous conspiracies, alright?"

More cameras flashed and the choir of reporters devolved into a gaggle of questions, too chaotic for her to follow. The lioness put her hands up. "That's all the time I have for questions for now. Please, enjoy the celebration. Let's hope one hundred planets is just the start!"

She quickly made her way through the crowd of reporters and into the grand hall, eager to celebrate the monumental victory of adding the 100th planet to the federation she presided over. A milestone that had come with quite some cost.

It was true, that the federation had some enemies. Had, as in past tense. Convincing one hundred planets to ally with you was a difficult task when you had powerful enemies to chip away at your projection of safety, and if you simply eradicated them it would make you look like the aggressor. So it was most convenient when your enemies simply...vanished on their own.

That was the official story, at least. In truth the federation couldn't sit idly by while some upstart species made threats. Of course they had to act. Erasing a species was a bit too far gone, so other...more experimental measures had to be taken.

She stroked her hair behind her ear, feeling the smooth dome of one of the isolated planets jingle against her fingers as it hung from an earring. A beautiful red planet with endless dunes. It was a shame the species there believed themselves to be ordained by their god to erase all life from the world that wasn't them.

The rattling of another planet sounded from her golden wristband. A quaint little world inhabited by a very war obsessed species. Their idea of diplomacy was firing laser from a distance. Perhaps with a few years of hands on experience around other species they might be more willing to talk, until now their planet complimented her wrist perfectly.

Then there was the planet hanging around her neck. The little blue rock had originally wanted to join the federation but as it turned out their intentions were less than sincere. At least now they could see all the inner workings of the federation first hand...assuming the president didn't wear anything too tight.

Simply destroying these planets had been far too harsh and would send the wrong impression of the federation. So, they would be isolated and contained and kept by the most qualified person available...the president herself. If she could manage an organization with a hundred planets in it, she could look after a few marble sized planets. Besides, who could say no to her?

Of course, they didn't have the tech to manage the planets yet. It was still a few decades away before they could help the planets adjust and hopefully allow them to return to their old size again. Or perhaps not their old size, perhaps it was best to keep a few dozen feet back just to keep them compliant?

She shook the thought away. Restoration of these isolated planets was still a distant pipe dream. Especially for the humans. With a smirk, the president wiggled her hips, feeling the final planet on her person rattle at the base of her tail. The humans had been quite difficult to deal with. An annoying supremacist government, xenophobia, the works. While it didn't mesh with the ideals of the federation, the president couldn't help but enjoy lording over the minuscule human planet dangling right above her rear, rattled by every sway of her hips. It made for a fantastic confidence boost, something a federation president needed in droves.

It was harsh, yes. But some planets needed to learn that either you learn to play well with others. They needed to learn to treat others as equals. This way, they could learn how it feels to be utterly pathetic compared someone else. It was hard to argue that your species was superior to all others in the galaxy when your entire planet is routinely jolted by the cheeks of an 'inferior' species.

The president giggled. In a way, she almost hoped the humans could never be redeemed. Their little planet went so well with her outfit. Perhaps she could argue they were beyond saving and required constant isolation--a verdict she would be happy to enforce personally~

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Hi! I've been thinking about this idea so if you like you can write about it🤗: reader ejects during a practice for the mission and has to spend the night at the infirmary just in case, worried trying to hide it hangman goes to see her and ends up staying (not dating yet, they go back and forth with silly fights but already have feelings for the other), reader tries to play it cool like it was nothing but maybe he tries to make her laugh to cheer her up if you want?

changed it up a little, forgive me 🥲 still stuck to the general idea, so hope you like it!!

word count: 2k

warnings; mentions of ejections, dangerous situations, some swearing, slightly OOC hangman

Eject, Eject

You wish you weren’t here right now, but you also felt incredibly blessed to not have a WSO with you.

Right now, your plane was rapidly descending. Engine recovery measures were failing, and at this point you were too far in to give up.

“Left engine failure,” you speak, trying to keep a level tone. You knew that if you panicked, everybody else would.

Murmurs of instructions were being blasted in your ears through the comms, but none of them really hit until Maverick said “If you eject any later, you’ll die!”

You’re already almost to 500 feet, making ejection more dangerous than it would have been if you’d listened the first time.

That cleared your conscience enough to make you notice what a low altitude you were at.

The jet was screaming at you to pull up- and your co-workers were screaming at you to eject.

You finally got it in your head that there was no saving this plane, so you reached down to grasp the handles and pulled upwards.

You manage to open your eyes just in time to see the main event- your F-18 drop into the mountainside. The ringing in your ears tells you that it didn’t sound as cool as it looked.

You’re sure that your slightly limp body floating down from the sky missed the mark too.

The other pilots are celebrating from their huddle by the radio after Maverick confirms he saw a parachute.

You’re barely conscious after your landing. You're close enough to the ruins of your F-18 that the fumes are really starting to get to your head, and the wreckage doesn’t smell very good.

Your vision goes a little dark, then you hear the sounds of a sweet sweet rescue helicopter.

After that, you’re out.

There's sounds of beeping, a few monitors hooked up to you, and a whole lot of headache. Other than that, you feel great, Nothing broken, and hopefully nothing of note.

“They’re keeping you in for the night to monitor you,” Maverick says and you can’t help but groan.

They haven’t found anything wrong, what could change in a night?

Apparently lots, but that’s besides the point.

You’re passed out again for maybe fifteen minutes, the click of the door opening awakening you.

“Bagman,” you deadpan, and he gives a mock two finger salute.

“Dammit, you’re not dead. Thought I was going to slide into the number one spot.”

“Alive and well, thanks for your concern.”

Hangman is happy that Coyote isn’t present, or he’d expect some ‘Oh, he was concerned alright’ comment, exposing him in his lies. He walks over to one of the chairs by the springy hospital bed and happily takes a seat.

“What’s new?”

“These lovely tubes, the soothing beeps, and this military issued bed that’s actually a little comfortable.”

He grins at that last one, knowing the pain of springy bunk beds all too well. Honestly though, he’s just glad you’re alive, and he’s a man on a mission, a mission to get you out of here as soon as possible. Maverick didn’t tell him much, so he had no idea how long you’d be in the hospital.

“I don’t know, it looks a little small,”

“You say that as if the gymnastic mats we get are any bigger.” You scoff jokingly, and he grins again.

Normally, Hangman is all talk and it’s hard to enjoy being with someone like that. His mere -measly- little presence is enough to make you roll your eyes, especially when he says something that’s completely dicked. Now, he’s letting his ego deflate a little, and he’s convincing himself that it’s because he’s caught you in a moment of weakness. Hangman has already won, what more does he need to do?

Coyote would disagree.

He’s shaking his head a little, eyes closed.

“Ah man, you kill me. You really do.”

“Finally.”

“Still a dick, even on your deathbed.”

“We both know you’d be worse, Seresin.”

He can’t even argue, because he most definitely would be worse. He’s imagining what he’d do in that situation, and he’d probably be happy that he beat a fellow pilot to inevitable demise. If he can win at anything, he’ll take it.

He’s smiling, that stupid cocky little smile that he always does, but maybe less arrogance written on his face than usual. It’s replaced by a bit of joy.

“So, why’d you come?” You say, and his head starts to spin. He’s trying to think of excuses, but it doesn’t really work so he just settles on telling you the truth. “I don’t know, I was worried I guess.”

You roll your eyes at that one.

“I am honored that you in all your glory, Lieutenant, would worry about me.”

“You’re high ranking in my heart,” He says, and that makes your face go a little red. You blame it on the fact that you tried to hold the laughter in. He can’t help but laugh with you, partially at his own stupidity, and partially out of happiness. He did complete his ‘mission’ after all. You’re grinning, and clutching your chest while trying to regain your breath.

“Feeling better already?” He questions

“Definitely. Just being around you has cured me of all my ailments.”

“Laughter is the best medicine,”

You’re expecting him to leave at any moment now- thinking he came in just to push your buttons a little bit to your surprise, he stays. He keeps talking to

you- and it’s one of those rare cases where you actually enjoy talking to Jake.

Who knew that all it would take to make Hangman a pleasant presence is a near death experience?

“I was scared,” you admit, and Hangman’s eyes widened a little bit. You weren’t expecting to tell him that- you weren’t expecting to tell anyone that, but after a few hours of talking it just spilled out. It wasn’t unlike much of the other word vomit you’d shared. “It’d take one crazy son of a bitch not to be scared.” Jake says, and you smile meekly. It’s almost as if he’s admitting something himself.

The hospital staff practically has to kick him out because now he’s just talking to you about nothing in particular, and the weirdest part about it is he can’t stop- maybe he’s setting the scene, telling you about how your friends were worried (but he was completely cool, calm, and collected) when your engine failed. Maybe he’s telling you about the celebration when Mav announced the sight of a parachute- or he’s just telling you about how the rest of training went.

He’s being honest, telling you about how he felt throughout the day, but he leaves out his feelings on the engine malfunction.

It feels oddly vulnerable and new to him, and he’s not sure he’ll ever tell anyone how scared and helpless he felt.

When he leaves though, he leaves you with a wave and a small smile, and your heart rate begins to go a little faster- the monitor exposing you.

“Hey hey hey! You about gave me a heart attack yesterday,” Phoenix says, greeting you in all of your un-hospitalized glory. You give her a grin as the rest of your fellow pilots come up to say hi.

One person hangs back, Hangman.

He’s thinking he already talked to you enough. He spent hours in the hospital, and he’s hoping that you aren’t going to say anything. He’d be in for some mocking ‘jokes’ from Bradshaw if that were the case. His little charade is ongoing until you pop up next to him and make an off handed comment about his appearance, something like “Couldn’t get enough of me, huh?” and then the teasing begins.

He’s geared up, getting ready to fly the course for this super special mission when Coyote pops up next to him. Hangman is internally groaning. If anybody is going to say some ego-bruising, self-image shattering comment, it’s Coyote. Then he just stares at Jake- “Man, you’re whipped.”

Jake stares back incredulously. Whipped isn’t a word he would even think could be used to describe him, but he stays silent.

“Man, I knew it!” He says, and he’s hitting Jake on the back.

“No way in hell am I ‘whipped’” He says, adding in finger quotes for that extra bit of emphasis.

“You can tell yourself that all you want, Hang. We all know it’s true, and it’s a matter of time before you realize. Before she realizes.” Rooster adds, walking into the room.

“Shut up Bradshaw.”

Hangman rolls his eyes, finishes zipping up his flight suit, and leaves.

Maverick immediately knows something is up. Hangman’s usual instinct to fly fast hasn’t kicked in- he’s actually doing pretty well, as far as not “crashing” into walls goes. He’s about halfway through the course when it finally hits him, and he can’t control his flying as well as usual. His head is a bit cloudy, and he isn’t focusing on the track in his nav system.

He almost goes headfirst into one of the canyon walls, narrowly avoiding it by pulling up into “SAM territory”.

“Hangman, you’re dead.” He hears, and he curses. He knows that Maverick is going to scold him, and frankly, he isn’t in the mood. The worst part about it all though? Bradshaw did better than him.

“Why are you dead?”

“I don’t know, sir.” He says, answering semi-honestly. He’s not going to expose himself to the rest of the class, but he also isn’t entirely sure why he ‘died’.

“That’s not good enough. Why are you dead?”

“I pulled up to avoid hitting a wall.”

“Why were you going to hit the wall in the first place?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

Maverick just sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose and stops talking. The room is eerily silent until he tells the next pilots to get moving, and says “Seresin, come here.”

You can't make out what Maverick says, other than a whisper of “What’s got you so distracted, kid?”

You’re watching them intently when Hangman finally sits back down, and Maverick turns his attention back to the simulated course on screen.

When the last group of failures gets back, everyone’s gone in the air and Captain Mitchell is not having any of it.

“I suggest all of you get over whatever is distracting you and learn to fly the damn course! Dismissed.”

When you leave base, your head is pounding. Getting yelled at is never fun, and in light of recent events, it makes it worse. Not that you’re not used to yelling- The Navy is a whole lot of yelling. You, logically, know Maverick means well, but damn that was harsh, especially since the spiel was directed at Hangman.

He washes his face, and body, with cold water but the shower does little to ease his racing mind. Then, he gets the bright idea to get it out of his system in the form of a confession.

You hear the pounding on the door of your military-issued housing and you groan. The door opens with a loud screech, and you’re surprised to find Jake Seresin standing outside, hair still wet.

“Seresin, what can I do for you?” You say with a smile, and sure, if this had been 3 days earlier you definitely would have told home to go home, or get lost. The turn around shocked even you, all because of a hospital visit.

“Hear me out on this one, I really like you a lot and I think that’s why I came to the hospital. I was really scared, and I tried not to tell you about how I felt but…” At this point, you’re zoned out. His lips keep moving, and you keep staring at them. “When are you going to kiss me?” He hears, cutting through his rant. It takes you a moment to realize you’ve said it aloud, but you definitely notice when Jake's eyes are wide open, glued to your lips too.

It’s the first time in a long time that he’s felt nervous about kissing someone, so he’s glad when you tug the collar of his shirt and pull him towards you.

“Fina-fucking-ly” you say, and he laughs a little bit, chasing your lips again.

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