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ln444 · 6 months

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my english love affair

cw: MDNI+18, f!reader, strangers to lovers, soulmates au, fluff, smut, maybe slight angst? depends on how you see it lol, fingering (f), penetration, soft dirty talk, a lot (like a lot) of kissing and sharing long gazes, whipped lando again bc im obsessed sorry.

now playing: english love affair by 5sos, let me by zayn.

notes: omg this took so long 😭 i'm not really confident abt my smut, i feel like i'm writing fluff way better but i hope you like it!! i might write a part 2, let me know if you like this one! enjoy🤍

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“when the lights go out, she's all i ever think, i can't forget my english love affair, today i'm seven thousand miles away”

the thought of finally going back to his f1 driver life fills lando with excitement. sure, lando loves england — it's his home, after all. but nothing can compare to the rush he feels when he's in an f1 car, traveling all around the world and meeting his fans.

for his last night town, lando's friends convinced him to hit the club. normally, he prefers staying in to rest before the start of the season but a little fun doesn't hurts, right? he won't have much time to do it during the grand prix.

despite his fame, lando still gets surprised when someone recognizes him, especially at the club. he knows he's known for his looks, and he's aware of the attention from admirers, but it still catches him off guard in real life. sometimes, the attention can be overwhelming, especially when he just wants to have a good time with his friends and ends up with some overly clingy girls.

lando decides to excuse himself, seeking some fresh air. the pressure of the coming season is getting to him, and the situation doesn't help. he finds a quiet spot with a few people smoking and making out, leans against the wall, and closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a relieved sigh.

suddenly, a voice startles him from his thoughts, "did your friends force you to come here too?" his head jerks towards you, and you're standing beside him, out of nowhere. he takes time to answer, surprised by your unexpected presence. after realizing that he left you without any response, he clears his throat, a bit confused, "nah, just needed some fresh air" he mumbles, a small smile forming on his lips. you chuckle slightly, and comment "not surprised, having so many girls fawning over you must be exhausting", there's a small hint of tease in your voice that makes lando's smile grows.

finally, as he turns to study your features under the soft glow of the night lights, lando finds himself entranced by your captivating beauty, the grace of your features leaving an indelible impression on him. he can't help but get lost in your eyes shining in the dim illumination, making it difficult for him to look away. it takes him a good minute to quickly look away, thanking the night for hiding his rosé cheeks.

he gazes at the sky, trying to think of something to say that doesn't sound awkward — and also trying to get his shit together. he suddenly feels the need to make a good impression. "i mean, it's not that i don't appreciate the attention, but wow, they can be quite persistent."

his hands find their way into the pockets of his jacket, and his eyes avoid meeting yours, fearing he might get lost in them again. "yeah, i know. they're my friends," you say with a small chuckle, not because he's making fun of them, but more because of the use of the term 'friends.'

lando's eyes widen, and he turns to you, 'i'm sorry, i didn't mean to-' but he stops himself, looking down, feeling too embarrassed to find the right words. you laugh softly and move closer to him, your shoulders brushing and lando can feel his body tense up due to the closeness.

"hey, it's okay. i don't really consider them my friends, anyway," you say nonchalantly and lando lets out a sigh of relief, a smile slowly spreading on his face. "wow, that's nice for them", you both laugh and lando doesn't miss the way you subtly lean into him, your shoulders finally touching. he turns his head away from you, clearing his throat once more, trying to control the warmth spreading through his body.

"hey", you suddenly call out after a minute of tranquil silence and lando dares to meet your gaze, instantly regretting when he's captivated by your radiant eyes. he finds himself unable to look away and you both share an intense, unspoken connection, as if you've known each other for years. everything feels perfectly right at this moment.

"wanna get out of here?" you finally suggest, your words barely more than a whisper, your focus entirely on lando's mesmerizing eyes. you take his hand, both fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces and you let him drag you in the dark streets.

after a walk filled with stolen gaze and silly conversations, you found yourself on lando's couch, engrossed in his f1 souvenirs and you have never felt so much passion, feeling your heart soften every time your see that sparkles in his eyes. lando never thought that his night will end up like this. sure, he might ended up with a girl from the club like he usually do, but this time was different. he never really experienced this; having sweet and innocent conversations with a stranger from a club. the atmosphere is tranquil yet there's a subtle tension in the air.

lando couldn't help but be his flirty self, playfully teasing you from time to time. however, your responses makes him somewhat nervous — it's a new sensation to him, having a girl making him feel this way. perhaps it's the way you gazes at him with patience and attention, your lovely smile that you share generously with him or how closely you listen to his random f1 stories. lando and you end up scrolling through photos in his phone, with him recounting the stories behind each one. he couldn't help but feel his heart melt your reactions; your smiles, your laughs, and your curiosity as you ask for more details and share your own anecdotes.

a soothing silence descended, and the two of you sit beside each other, thighs and shoulders lightly touching. lando struggles to contain the fluttering feeling in his stomach when you turn to look at him. he dares to meet your gaze, trying to focus on your eyes rather than your enticing lips. lost in each other eyes, you can't tear your gazes away. a brand new emotion envelops both of you, one that's strangely familiar yet undeniably unique, as though destiny has brought you together in this very moment and lando can't help but wonder if soulmates might actually exist.

you finally speak, after what feels like an eternity, in a soft voice, "you can kiss me, lando", you whisper like it's a secret. lando stomach tighten and he don't even take the time to answer, gently placing his hand on your cheek to pull you for a shy kiss. your lips discover each other, timidly and your hands instinctively slides around his neck to pull him closer.

you can't seem to get enough of each other, savoring every moment as you explore each other's mouths. lando's hand venture on your hips, and the chill of his touch sends shivers down your spine, as you suppress a soft moan in your throat. the kiss grows more intense, both of you yearning for more. without the need for words, you share an unspoken understanding of each other's needs, as if you've been intimately connected for ages. out of breath, you both finally pull away, foreheads touching, sharing a playful gaze, giggling and blushing like teenagers experiencing their very first kiss.

after one last sweet peck on the lips, lando takes your hand and stands, guiding you towards the bedroom, careful not to stumble due to both your impatience and the lingering dizziness of that passionate kiss.

not wasting time, he gently guides you onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you. he can't resist the urge to pause and admire you, your eyes shimmering in the soft glow of the dim lights. before he gets lost in that gaze, his eyes roam to study every detail of your face, causing you to blush and squirm beneath him. your arms tighten around his neck, and you chuckle, bringing lando back to the present. "like what you see?" you whisper, stealing a smile from him as he draws closer, his lips teasingly brushing against yours. "oh, absolutely," he murmurs before capturing your lips in a kiss. this time, it feels different; electrifying.

lando's hands slips, beneath your dress, and this time a whimper escapes your lips, making lando smirk through the kiss. his hands dares to explore the skin of your thighs, creating an unusual feeling in your stomach — and making your pussy slightly throb. your fingers finds their way into his curls, gripping onto them as the kiss becomes messier; your tongues dancing together.

"just take it off already" you huff and puff, seeing lando struggling and he lets out a chuckle "damn, someone is impatient", he says, teasing you, before finally taking your dress off. his eyes travel your body, and you've never felt so vulnerable, your cheeks burning. lando let out an unwanted groan, completely loving the view and he stares a bit too long until you pull him for another kiss to put him out of his thoughts. he takes a moment to kiss you back and it's your turn to slide your hands beneath his shirt, playing with the lines of his abdomen, making him moan softly against your lips.

after a good minute of kissing and touching, you finally take off his shirt and his pants, on the way, leaving you both in your underwear. lando leaves kisses along your jawline, going down to your chest, his hand sliding in your back to unbutton your bra and the way your boobs bounce out of it makes lando groan, feeling his erection grows. your grip on his hair gets tighter as you watch him play with your nipples, flicking it and licking it and the view drives you crazy.

you moan his name softly, pulling on his hair to make him look at you and you share a long stare, full of lust, both craving for more. you pull him for a sloppy kiss, trying to show how impatient you are and lando gets the message, pulling down your panties and getting rid of his boxers.

lando's mouth leaves yours and is replaced by his fingers, stealing a whimper from you. your eyes meets his as you suck on his fingers and, if they could, his eyes would burn holes into yours. lando found himself getting more and more impatient, the way you suck on his fingers with that irresistible look making it harder for him to contain it.

pulling out his fingers out of your mouth and without leaving your eyes for a second, his two fingers found your hole, slipping gently in it and you throw instinctively your head backwards, a moan escaping your mouth. lando take a good look at you in that position before taking the opportunity to leave kisses on your exposed neck, fighting the urge to suck on it to not leave marks, not wanting to overstep your boundaries.

"feeling okay?" he whispers softly, his breath hitting your skin, making it difficult for you to fight the whimpers escaping your mouth. lando takes a minute to look at you, to make sure that you don't feel any pain or discomfort.

"mmh'yes, you can move, please oh my god" you desperately says and lando can't help but pull you for another messy kiss. his fingers start moving in you, stretching your walls and you become a moaning mess, your eyes closing and lando takes advantage of it to admire you, his moves getting faster and faster.

"are you close, princess?" he murmurs close to your lips, feeling your body trembling and hearing the way your moans gets louder. you can only shake your head; feeling the bottom of your stomach getting warmer and the nickame almost make you choke on your moans. lando slows down to make scissors movements, his thumb rubbing your clit to help you reach your climax. he can't take off his eyes of you, inspecting every aspect of your face; the way your face crunches and your mouth is slightly open to let multiple sounds out of it. he could almost come just by this sight, his own crotch getting bigger.

with a loud and long moan, you finally climax, arching your back and lando plant soft pecks on your neck, whispering sweet words to you and telling you how good you're doing. breathless, you absently stroke his hair and close your eyes for a moment trying to calm the beat of your heart but lando makes it hard; his hands traveling your body and his lips attached to the skin of your neck.

the sudden emptiness when lando pulls out his fingers make you whimper and he lift his head to meet your gaze — he lost count of how many times he got lost in your eyes tonight. your hand make its way to his cock and the sudden touch makes lando slightly startle, a groan leaving his mouth. before you start stroking it, his hand comes to stop you immediately and you look at him, confused and with a hint of worry; silently asking him if you did something wrong.

"wanna fuck you now or i might go crazy", he says, almost whimpering and you slightly laugh, pulling his face closer to yours. "someone is impatient huh", you tease, a small smirk forming on your lips and he can't help but mirror that smirk. "how can i not when you look at me like that?" he takes your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you again, his body getting closer and his cock brushing on your pussy makes you both moan through the kiss. you take his dick, once again, in your hand to guide it through your hole this time. and slowly, he penetrates you, a long groan escaping his lips at how tight you feel around him and you break the kiss to moan loudly.

"so fucking tight, baby, just for me", he mumbles close to your lips and you can't even answer, too overwhelmed by the way he's filling you — and his dirty words. when you finally adjust, he doesn't waste any minutes and start moving. you both moan in unison, holding into each other like your life depends on it. he watches you go crazy over his cock; the way your eyes gets watery, the way you hold into the sheets — your other hand too busy pulling his hair —, the way you can't control the continuous moans, his name slipping out of your mouth from time to time and encouraging him to go deeper into you. and he does go deeper, slowing down the pace to thrust into you as deep as he can, reaching your sensitive spot.

"right here? like that, baby?" he moans, feeling you tightening around him. his voice makes it harder for you to hold your growing orgasm. your hand leaves the sheets to hold onto his shoulder, your nails crawling into his skin. lando suddenly feels the urge to look at you in the eyes — maybe because his orgasm is getting close too. his hand finds a way to your neck, his fingers wrapping around it gently "look at me, angel", he says in a husky voice that could make you come at any moment. struggling to keep your eyes open, you try your best to hold his gaze, the way he's looking at you making you insane.

his thrusts gets faster and you can't control the sounds escaping from your mouth anymore. you look away for a moment, too overwhelmed and lando's hand travels to your face, cupping it gently to keep it straight "eyes on me, love". you obey, meeting his gaze and it's all too much for you.

you don't even have to use words for lando to understand that you're getting close, the way your eyes gets watery and your body shakes is enough. with his hand going back to your throat, lando accompany you into your orgasm, enjoying the way you scream his name and you manage to hold his gaze. his own orgasm comes a few minutes after yours and he makes sure to pull out before ejaculating, his groans echoing in the room. he immediately falls besides you and you both just stay like this: his leg over yours, your hand still in his hair as you try to catch your breath. lando uses his last drops of strength to grab a tissue from the nightstand and clean his fresh cum on your stomach.

he pulls you close again, linking your legs together and letting you play with his hair. the silence is so peaceful; the warm of your bodies making you both relax immediately. a smile unconsciously forms on lando's lips at the sight of your tired face, your eyes shining in the almost dark atmosphere of the night. you look back at him, smiling back and giggling, making lando raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"what's so funny?" he says, fighting the smile growing on his lips. "i just slept with the lando norris", you tease and lando groans, hiding his face in his arm. "i knew you were a fan!" he replies playfully, playing along. you laugh in sync and lando's heart feels at peace; all the worries about the incoming season completely forgotten. your hand gently plays with his curls as you absently stare at the ceiling, an unbeatable smile on your face.

lando, on the other side, can't take his eyes off you, watching you slowly fall asleep and enjoying your fingers in his hair. and just before you completely close your eyes, you turn to him, offering him a last kiss; so tender and passionate that your hearts both might burst out of your chests. pulling out, lando watches you fall asleep, not fighting the smile on his face anymore.

he usually struggles to sleep before an important day but this time, his mind is only filled with you and this night spent by your side. and just like that, it's lando's turn to meet the sandman.

with a groan, lando struggles to reach and silence the blaring alarm. the morning sunlight aggressively shines through the curtain, making him shield his face with his arm, staying in half asleep state for a minute as he gradually gets out of it.

then it suddenly hits him; you're no longer beside him.

lando suddenly starts to panic, jolting him into full wakefulness. he springs out of the bed and desperately search for any signs of you in every room of his apartment but you're nowhere to be found. he mutters curses under his breath, passing a hand to his messy hair — the thought of you messing his hair last night making him even more frustrated. defeated, he returns to the bedroom, his gaze falling on the tousled sheets where everything happened. as lando realizes that he didn't even ask for your name, frustration festered within him, causing him to clench his hair.

however, amidst his self reproach, a small piece of paper on the nightstand catch his attention, and he immediately rushes to it.

"we will meet again, i promise. you're going to kill it, lovely boy. y/n, x"

lando can't even fight the smile creeping on his lips, his heart softening — it was beating way too fast just by the thought of not even knowing your name. he sinks back onto the bed, your smell immediately hitting him and making him even happier. he reads those few words repeatedly and his hands falls onto his chest, holding the paper close to his heart as he whispers your name again and again, savoring its melodious sound. lando can't help but tell himself that soulmates might exist.

"i am going to kill it,", lando murmured to himself, a foolish grin etching on his face.

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hellishjoel · 7 months

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seven days, six nights

5.6k / pairing: joel miller x f!reader

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summary: You get jumped in the QZ after a deal gone south and hide yourself from Joel to keep him safe. After eventually finding you and learning the truth behind your injuries, he heals you and promises revenge.

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), post-outbreak Joel, living in the Boston QZ, somewhat established relationship, mentions of falling ill, mentions of hunger/starvation, mentions of weapons, mentions of sleeplessness, descriptions of a fight/brief assault, descriptions of bodily injury, talking about medical shit (and I ain't no doctor, I used google, don't sue me) thoughts and descriptions of murder (… isn’t he just so dreamy?), angst, light fluff at the end, half-ass edited (apologies in advance)

A/N: So happy to practice some post-outbreak writing! Enjoy this angsty one shot (inspired by this lovely ask!) that I fuckin loved writing. Dedicating this to @macfrog, as I pictured this entire plot with pixel Joel.

“Joel, I’m so sorry, I lost you the battery-” “Someone stole it from you.” He corrects, shaking his head as a sinking feeling washes over you. Your eyelashes flutter as you feel a droplet of water land on your nose. You glance up at the sky, seeing the clear summer day has turned into dark clouds overhead threatening to flood the city in rain. Joel doesn’t look up, he stays watching you. You can’t seem to meet his eye contact. “But the battery-” “Don’t care about the battery right now, care about you.”

Joel doesn’t know where you’ve been. You haven’t returned to his apartment in the QZ for days. He keeps track. Every time the sun rises and shines blistering beams of light into the quiet apartment until the moon replaces it and casts light silver streaks between the torn-up pieces of newspaper taped to the windows. Another day gone.

You had a routine. Make the smaller drops or pickups on your own, return to Joel, and report back to him with anything you think he might find useful or interesting. Five days ago, he sent you off to negotiate a truck battery with that West End District piece of shit, Robert. He shouldn’t have let you go alone. Fucking smugglers, you couldn’t trust any of them. Hell, Joel was even surprised you trusted him at first. He regretted not insisting on being by your side, even if it was just as your personal attack dog to keep Robert on his toes.

Despite Boston being one of the more “well-managed” QZs to still exist, the black market that emerged from it was just as strong. That’s where Joel came in. He figured if he could smuggle himself into one of the most protected quarantine zones in the country, he could smuggle just about anything else.

Drugs, weapons, ammunition, illegally forged paperwork, counterfeit ration cards, you name it, and Joel could work it in or out of the city. Joel’s reputation was usually enough to keep you both out of imminent danger as he became popular with not only the inhabitants of the QZ, but also with fellow smugglers. You all needed each other to stay alive, in one way or another.

Don’t be mistaken; the Boston QZ wasn’t perfect. It went through its fair share of scares. Food sources dwindled occasionally, leaving people angry, starving, and rebellious. Fireflies were a constant nag on depleting military resources. The fighting never truly stopped. This partially made Joel’s life easier. When times got tough, people searched for Joel to procure particular goods to help keep them afloat or, more importantly, alive.

That’s the problem Joel ran into after spending a night in FEDRA lock up. He was the one in need of supplies.

Joel was sick. Not infected sick, not cordyceps sick, some kind of infection he got from poor sanitation in the lock-up that attacked its way through an open wound Joel had gotten. He didn’t know if it was from work duty or from the recent street attacks, hence his stay in the FEDRA lockup. No matter where he got it from, an infection in the bloodstream wasn’t easily curable.

The doctors, what very few the QZ had, were scarcely treating the sick due to a lack of supplies. And Joel was only getting worse.

He was fighting a high fever, his breathing was fucked, as was his heart rate. Only a few days into his symptoms, he was crashing. He was damn near on the devil’s doorstep. He wasn’t made for heaven’s gates.

Joel didn’t have friends in the QZ, but there were certain high-powered people who needed items smuggled, too. And the guards paid him well to keep his mouth shut about what he saw going in and out of those gates after curfew. That’s why when one of his more popular clients heard Joel was an inch from death, they sent you.

You burst through his apartment, the door nearly flying off its hinges as you fled to his bedside. He pushed you away with what little strength he had at first, the infection was making him lose his damn mind. His skin was scarlet red, and he was clammy with sweat. He didn’t know you, you didn’t know him. But you weren’t going to let him die.

“Joel, I’m here to help you, hold still.”

Then you started your search, tearing Joel’s clothes off one by one until you found the sizeable cut on his upper bicep near his shoulder, a huge scrape from a metal blade that had gotten infected. The man had tons of scars, all in varying sizes, shapes, and places on his body. You didn’t know his past, but his body told his story. He was a fighter.

Your fear was how far into sepsis Joel was. Any further or even just a few hours later, you might have witnessed his organs begin shutting down.

Despite his hazy state, Joel was struck by your amount of supplies. You weren’t a Boston QZ doctor, he would remember a face like yours. It took a smuggler to know a smuggler, and you dealt in medical supplies.

Joel passed out not long after you got there. You caught him up in the morning, you never left his side. You monitored him, kept checking his vitals, pumped him with water, shoved antibiotics down his throat, cleaned his wound before it could fester anymore, and tried to regulate his body temperature. This could have been a lot worse. It should have been a lot worse.

This was your first time experiencing Joel Miller’s tenacious stubbornness. He wouldn’t fucking die, not last night, and not today.

A few weeks later, with Joel improving, he picked up on you around town. The way you blended in with just about everyone else. Not much slipped past Joel these days with his eyes like that of an eagle. But you slipped right through his fingers, didn’t even know you existed, despite running the same territory.

That’s when he decided he wanted someone like you on his team. Not just for your medical skills, but the type of supplies you ran was in high demand. You never did tell him where you got it, or how it was funded, all he had to know was that you were in. And you have been in ever since.

Joel introduced you to heavier smuggling, like weapons and bundles of cash. Even people for the right price. He taught you how to make fake documents of verification and how to forge other paperwork. This was a lot bigger compared to your clean syringes and medicine.

You learned a lot from each other. You taught Joel patience, and to thank you for saving his life, he taught you how to orgasm in less than five minutes.

The relationship you shared, if you could even call it that, wasn’t strictly a romantic one. Both of you were too guarded for something like that. But also, life was too short and unpredictable right now not to crave pleasure to erase the pain from the past.

It was hard to admit, considering how independent you’ve grown since being accepted into the Boston QZ, but you were thinking about Joel in ways far beyond a slightly romantic relationship. He had protected you and cared for you in the Joel sort of way that’s hard to read but you know exists.

Joel worked extra hours to hand you off extra ration cards, shaking his head and not looking at you when he said it was no big deal, just take’em. Or when he didn’t want you to stay in spare housing, he offered to let you live with him in his nicer, non-shared apartment. It was a small slice of heaven in this fucked up world. You liked him, hell, maybe it was more than like.

That’s why when you got jumped by Robert’s guys on the way back to Joel’s with the truck battery, they damn near killed you. They left you passed out in the alley. Robbed you of your ration cards, stole back the battery, smashed your head so hard into the brick wall you had passed out. All you wanted to do when you came to was crawl to Joel. So you did. You were outside his door, beaten and bruised, about to knock. Then you just stood there and spiraled.

You listened from the other side of Joel’s door to the floorboards creaking as he paced the old wooden beams. You were late and left him worried. He was waiting for you to come home.

The thought made your stomach twist. You looked like shit. You knew what Joel was capable of. One look at your bruised and bloodied face would send him flying down the street with a rifle in his hands and a pistol shoved in the back of his jeans. You couldn’t bear the thought of him getting hurt in a war with Robert.

Joel was smart, a hell of a lot smarter than Robert, but their smuggling operations varied greatly. Robert was an arms dealer, with henchmen all around the QZ. Joel only worked with a handful of people, he kept his circle small. If Joel went after Robert, you were more likely to find him dead in the street than anything else. And you couldn’t do that to Joel, not after all he’s done for you.

If Joel saw you hurt, he would kill Robert. He’d kill anyone that laid a finger on you. No one touches what’s Joel’s. Not merchandise, not weapons, not the pills he smuggles in and out of the QZ, and certainly not you.

So you tiptoe back down the stairs and run to the spare housing blocks just before the curfew alarm sounds. What Joel doesn’t know won’t get him killed.

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Joel stands in line during the heat of summer, ration cards stuffed in his back pocket as he waits with others in the queue for a tray and some food. The dining hall was packed, and by the looks of other people’s trays, the food was low again. All he can think about is how he worked extra shifts all last week to get more ration cards for both of you. Without these cards, you were going hungry. You were supposed to be by his side, where were you?

By day six, Joel was restless. He didn’t realize how accustomed he had grown to having you in bed beside him. All he could picture during his sleepless nights was his body spooned in behind yours, the heavy weight of his arm curled around your waist, being able to sense even the tiniest of movements. You’d push off his arm in the middle of the night, telling him that you just needed to use the bathroom or get some water.

It wasn’t always like that, though. Sometimes, you have nightmares. Ones that left you shooting up straight in the middle of the night, gasping for breath, crawling backward in bed like something or someone was chasing you. Joel didn’t know everything about your past and vice versa, but he knew wherever you came from before Boston was a different form of hell. He would hold you in his arms, console you, wipe your hot tears, lay your head on the warmth of his chest, and tell you to level out your breathing by listening to the beat of his heart. He held you in his arms until you eventually fell back asleep. Most of the time, you’d wake up and wouldn’t remember a thing.

What if nothing was wrong with you, and you just realized you didn’t want to be with someone as broken and battered as Joel? He didn’t make being in his company easy. He gave you a lot of shit, pushed you to the limits, told you on more than a handful of occasions he just wanted to be left alone. You’d ask about his daughter, the one he sparsely spoke about, and he’d bark at you until you regretted even thinking about her. He didn’t make things easy on you, but Joel did care about you. Even if he was shit at showing it.

He pushed you away, maybe you took the hint and left him.

On day seven, he started asking around about you, something he saved as a last resort. The less you two were seen together, the better. You had him worried sick, and he was damn near ready to raid Robert’s warehouse to see if he had taken you, made you his girl against your will.

That was until he caught a glimpse of you going past the market. It didn’t take much, he recognized your figure and trailed you with his eyes. You were walking towards spare housing, with a heavy backpack and a sweatshirt on. Your arms were wrapped securely around you, and your head was down.

He navigated through the crowds, jaw tight, putting down heavy steps on the broken gravel road as he pushed people out of his way with a guided hand on their shoulder. He followed you out of the crowd and down the street lined with stone barricades and rubble from a recent building that was raided by patrol on the hunt for Fireflies. You turned sharply down an alleyway, and Joel followed you, needing to see if you were okay, looking for answers.

As soon as Joel took the alley, he was attacked and harshly shoved backward, his shoulder blades smacking the red brick wall behind him. A small switchblade was then shoved against the protruding vein in his neck, heated puffs of breath leaving him. He initially panicked in the moment, his hand tightening around the wrist that held him there.

“Why the hell are you following me?” You bark at him, head still lowered. Joel’s eyes narrow at the sound of your voice.

He speaks your name.

Your strength relaxes, and you lift your head up to see you had pinned Joel. Shit, you thought one of Robert’s men was following you from town. You let out an exhausted breath of relief.

“You’re really holdin’ me up with the knife I gave you?” Joel asks. He smacks the back of your hand, reflexes making your fist open up and lose the grip on your switchblade. Joel snags it with his free hand and glares at you. He takes the opportunity to shove your forearm off his chest, the one that was pinning him against the wall, and sending you a few paces back from the force he exerts. He hesitates but folds the blade back into the handle, and offers it back to you.

You let out a sigh of relief to see that it was just Joel. But this was still a problem.

You retrieve the switchblade you accidentally surrendered to him and stuff it into your sweatshirt pocket. You cross your arms and look away to the entrance of the alley. “What the hell are you doing following me, Joel?”

He lets out a scoff through his nose and shoots daggers out of his eyes that you won’t meet. “What the hell am I doin’? Where the hell have you been?” He tries not to bark so loud. You won’t stop staring at the entrance of the alley, and Joel’s not sure if you’re thinking about running or thinking about being ambushed.

He grabs your arm and drags you further into the alley, sunset on the horizon. He brings you to the back of an old school that was ready to collapse. He pushes you back against the wall and stands close, too close.

“Answer me, what the hell happened to you?” His voice shoots goosebumps across your skin, low and growling for answers.

The grip he has on your arm tightens and washes a flood of heat over your injured arm. Your mouth hisses with hurt, trying to breathe through the pain. You shake him off of you and clutch your arm lightly. “‘M fine, Joel, I can manage.”

You’re speaking with a break in your voice that Joel can’t quite place. The hood you’re wearing is working overtime to shield your face.

He pauses before he slowly looks over you. “Why are you wearin’ a sweatshirt in the middle of summer?”

The silence he’s met with only leaves him more curious. What are you hiding? He swiftly pushes the hood off your head before you can stop him, and he’s not prepared for what he sees.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his large hands delicately coming up and caressing your cheeks.

You sigh and roll your eyes. The skin around your right eye is blueish-purple. You lightly twinged at the contact, no matter how delicate he was being. “It’s not as bad as it seems, it doesn’t hurt-”

“Like hell it doesn’t,” Joel mutters, lightly taking your chin between his thumb and index finger as he angles your face from left to right, allowing him to get a full look at the damage done to you. You glance down at his broken watch for comfort, the band fraying and the glass shattered, but he still wore it.

You can’t exactly explain why your lower lip starts to wobble. It was so hard to stay away from Joel, to distance yourself, but it was all for keeping him safe. Your small fists lightly clutch the button-up shirt he’s wearing around his abdomen, finally feeling a slight sense of security.

“Joel, I’m so sorry, I lost you the battery.”

“Someone stole it from you.” He corrects, shaking his head as a sinking feeling washes over you. Your eyelashes flutter as you feel a droplet of water land on your nose. You glance up at the sky, seeing the clear summer day has turned into dark clouds overhead threatening to flood the city in rain. Joel doesn’t look up, he stays watching you.

You can’t seem to meet his eye contact. “But the battery-”

“Don’t care about the battery right now, care about you.” His thumb gently examines the cut on your lip. You curl it inwards to stray from his touch. “Robert do this to you? His guys?” Joel’s asking accusingly, and you know better than to lie to him. You swallow the growing lump in your throat and gently nod, blinking back tears.

His face grows taut with anger, his brows furrowing and the creases in his forehead are set in stone. His jaw is clamped shut while he grits his teeth. Joel’s probably thinking of a million scenarios of how to put Robert down. Which way would last the longest, string out the torture, make him apologize to you, and beg for his life. Make him apologize to Joel for ever touching a hand on what was his.

“Joel, you need to take a breath. Focus.” The last thing you wanted was for Joel to go on a rampage tonight in search of Robert. “I’m fine, this shit happens. We’ll get back on track and-”

“Can’t believe they let you live.” He murmurs, taking a look at the damage that he can visibly see before lightly sighing and releasing your face. You’re quick to pull the hood back up and cross your arms in front of you as some sort of shield.

His eyes are sunken in, his chest is lightly heaving as he tries to sort through his muddled thoughts. The rain is starting to scatter more, hitting your muddy sneakers and Joel’s dark denim shirt. The setting sun meant curfew was just around the corner.

“Come on. We’re goin’ home. Need to take a look at you in the light." You hesitate but his eyes are pleading for you to just let him take care of you. So you let him.

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You travel up the same staircase you did just a week ago, limping and injured, broken and feeling guilty. Joel needed that battery for the truck. He was going to leave Boston and go to find his brother, Tommy. Neither of you had discussed if you would come with. For Joel, you think you might do just about anything for him if he asked.

He stabs his key into the lock of his door. You hear a crying baby in a neighboring apartment, it was probably startled awake by the blaring of the curfew alarm. Lightning and thunder crack outside as Joel pushes open the door. You follow him inside and set down your backpack by the door like you usually do. Another strike of lightning makes his apartment flood itself with white-silver streaks of light, if only for a moment. Joel flips the lock back into place and hits the switch to the one overhead light in between the kitchen and the living room. You’re sweating up a storm in your sweatshirt.

Though living in Boston’s QZ wasn’t great, you had to admit that not every quarantine zone had clean water and electricity. Joel had an old standing oscillating fan that was stationed at the foot of his bed during the summers since he ran so warm all the time. He said he traded about four or five meals worth of ration cards to get it, said that it was considered a steal. You shed the heavy material of your sweatshirt and sit tiredly down at the end of his bed, closing your eyes as the fan wicks away your sweat and cools your face.

Living in spare housing the past week was hell. You barely slept. The homeless, sick, and injured all found their way to spare housing. You weren’t safe there. And you didn’t have any ration cards to your name. You had to trade one singular, perfectly clean syringe to afford four rolls of bread. It was all you could get at the time being. Everyone was fighting for work, knowing ration cards and food were low. Since you were still somewhat new to the QZ, you weren’t given privileges. You laid on a nasty, old cot for a week. Joel’s small apartment was heaven. The solitude was peaceful.

Joel was standing at the sink, water running over a cloth as he stared down at the water circling the drain. He needed to take a breath, set his anger aside, and get you to talk.

Joel wrings out the rag, loose droplets of water splattering in the sink before he sits down at his small wooden kitchen table. “C’mere.” He whispers, taking your attention away from the fan. You slowly stand up and make your way to the table under the central light in his living room, sighing softly as you slowly sink into the accompanying chair. Now in the light, he observes your injuries closer.

Without your sweatshirt on, he can see bruises and scrapes along your arms, residual blood on your knuckles and under your nails. His little fighter. He notes that your tanktop is a bit shredded, and he fears the worst.

You catch him staring and intervene. “Don’t worry. I didn’t let them get close enough to touch me like that.” You glance down at the sweaty tank top and lightly tug on the hole. “Just got this while I was running away, trying to hop a fence.”

Joel frowns and slowly works his eyes over you. “‘S not like you to get caught. You’re pretty damn fast.”

You held down a bubble of laughter as your fingers played with the fraying material of your top. “Yeah, well, they already got one or two good hits on me, so I was a little hazy.” Your words don’t settle him. They infuriate him.

He brings his attention to your face. Your eye must have been swollen at one point, but it wasn’t anymore. The puffiness had gone down, and the bruises were in their final stages of healing. You have another more prominent bruise on your cheekbone, black and blue, but it’s not broken. That’s good. The cut on your eyebrow and the matching one on your lip catches his attention. A man with a ring.

“Red hair? Crooked nose, missing a front tooth?”

You blink a few times rapidly, curious as to how the hell Joel knew the characteristics of one of your attackers.

“How did you…” You start to say until your words trail off, shaking your head in confusion.

Joel sneers lightly and brings the wet rag up to gently dab at the cut on your lip. “Not a lot of men are stupid enough to wear a ring that basically signs their name on whoever’s face they’re knocking in.” How he describes your fight makes you flinch and shift uncomfortably in your chair, evading his eye contact. “Sorry.” He mutters quietly. “His name is Chase, Jase, somethin’ stupid like that. One of Robert’s guys.” Joel’s words lightly flitter off as he shifts his attention to your lip once more.

It was still swollen and angry. You probably tried to eat with it still agitated and delayed its healing. But you know this already. You ate because you didn’t have a choice. It was that, or starve. He hated knowing you were roaming the streets in a horrible hunger, especially when he had ration cards waiting for you at home.

Your eyes twitch closed as Joel’s wet rag rinses the blood out of the cut on your lip, the old excess blood lightly trickling into your mouth. Your tastebuds catch the tang of metallic and salt. You did what you could with the medical supplies you had, but you didn’t want to waste on yourself what you could potentially sell. If you were avoiding Joel for a while, you needed to be able to make trades of your own. You did use some supplies to clean the cut on your head. You were lucky the wall you were thrown into didn’t leave you with a concussion.

Joel is still wrestling with why the hell you didn’t come home, why he had to go out and find you. Why, why, why? Why did he let you go alone? Why did the deal go south? A terrible feeling soured his stomach. Robert’s men were ruthless, they must have felt kind enough to let you live. Or it was a message to Joel from Robert. You’re next.

Joel wasn’t scared of Robert, but for them to be scared of a young woman was a mystery for the masses.

He tosses the rag down on the table and stands up. “I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em.” He grunts up, his lips snarling and his nostrils flaring in heated fury.

He storms to the kitchen and impatiently fills up a glass of water. Joel was fantasizing about plunging his thumbs into Robert’s eye sockets and squeezing until his head turned into mush. Or maybe Joel could take him to the Eastern district, throw him in the Massachusetts Bay, and hold him underwater, only bringing him up from the brink of drowning before pushing him down again. And again. And again.

Your sweet voice breaks Joel’s murderous thoughts. “Joel, I owe you the battery, and I promise I’ll find another one. Just give me a little time and-”

Joel slams the glass of water on the counter, the clatter of it echoing around the room. “Don’t care about the damn battery!” His back is to you, broad and strong shoulders heaving lightly as his head hangs low. His hands are gripping the edge of the counter. “Thought they fuckin’ kidnapped you! Or worse!”

You shift uncomfortably in your chair, your lower lip wobbling once more as he slowly starts shaking his head.

“I almost lost you, and it’s my fault.”

Your eyes soften at his words. He’s felt this way before, and he’s been haunted by the mistake ever since. His daughter, you think.

His low, southern drawl makes you focus on him once more. “Tell me why you hid. Why didn’t you come to me? We could have figured things out, for fuck’s sake!” He shouts as he turns to face you, his body falling back into the counter as he crosses his arms.

Your chest swells with heavy emotion. You stand up so fast from your chair that its sent scraping backward. “I did come here! I did! I heard you inside and I..” you pause and shake your head, still finding your voice.

“I was scared you’d be upset with me letting someone steal the battery, I was afraid you’d go after Robert and get yourself fucking-- killed, Joel! I don’t want you to die, okay? I need you!”

“And I need you!” He shouts back, lips parted with heavy breaths, both of you trying to settle with the newly shared revelation.

You both stare at each other from across the room, watching as Joel’s jaw slowly begins to click loose. He shoves himself up off the counter and closes the distance between you two. You hesitantly take a step back, and he pauses his footsteps. His eyes soften, and he looks as broken as you do.

“Please,” he pleads, gently shaking his head. “Would never hurt you, baby.” He puts his hand out, a gesture of kindness and warmth that you’d missed all week, yet you still hesitate. You almost wait too long, he’s already reeling his hand back into his side.

“Joel,” you whisper with soft relief. You eagerly take a few steps forward, ignoring his hand, and gently settle your head on his chest as you tightly squeeze your arms around his lower back. You close your eyes and melt into him, finding solace in Joel’s embrace.

Joel’s arms stay hovering in the air for a moment, lips parted as he looks down at the top of your head. He shames himself for even hesitating. He puts one hand on the side of your head and holds you to his chest, while the other settles low on your back. He breaths peacefully for the first time in a week.

You stay like that for who knows how long. He’s warm, and you feel protected. You sink into his arms, he takes on your weight. He walks you backward to the foot of his bed once more, letting you delicately fall back into the mattress. You watch with tired eyes as he unties the laces of your sneakers, one after the other. He shucks down your jeans, making you giggle.

“Joel, you don’t wanna fuck me right now, I smell like spare housing.”

The right side of his mouth twitches up as he shakes his head at you. “I know you do. ‘M takin’ you to shower.”

You sit up on your elbows as you smile a bit bashfully at him. “Good. Because I’m too sore to fool around anyway.” You whisper with a teasing smile as you grab the bottom of your tank top, peeling it up and off of your sticky skin. Joel tries not to stare. You’re not sure if he’s clocking your naked figure or the bruising around your ribs and legs.

You’d need some time to heal. Joel knows you do. While you shower, he makes you as big of a feast he can muster up with the canned goods he has in his cupboards. You try to eat the first real meal you’ve had in a week slowly, to savor the taste, but you end up shoveling your spoon into the bowl and scraping it clean.

Joel’s eyes are on you the whole time, watching you, observing you. He won’t let you out of his sight for a while, but maybe that’s what’s good for you. You meet his gaze and he speaks a silent vow. We’ll find Robert, steal the battery back, then kill him and anyone else who laid a finger on you. He nods. You nod too.

Joel’s not sure how late it is by the time you two fall into bed together. He doesn’t know how to tell you how much you mean to him, but he says it in the way he holds you. Back in his arms, he’s more alert of how sore you are from your fight. He gently cups your face, watching your eyes slowly flutter closed with long blinks. You must be so tired. And he doesn’t want to keep you awake. He’s afraid to look away, like if he lets you out of his sight, you’ll disappear again.

He speaks your name and gently stirs you awake. “Hm?” You softly murmur, bringing your hand up and gently feeling over the planes of Joel’s chest, fingers lightly grazing his chest hair.

He looks down at you for a moment, choosing his next words carefully. “Don’t run away like that again.” His words are stern before he pauses again, lightly pushing some hair behind your ear and touching you like a delicate flower. You watch him attentively. He cups your jawline and angles you to look up at him. “We’re takin’ that battery back, and we’re gettin’ the hell out of here. You hear me?”

Your heart swells at his words. We. You slowly nod in agreement. You feel Joel’s gentle kisses on your forehead and the tip of your nose. You lean up to capture his lips, but he falters by an inch. A confused expression crosses your face.

“You’re hurt.” He mutters, referring to the cut on your lip. Don’t wanna hurt ya, sweet girl.

You roll your eyes and take his face in your small hands. “Don’t care.” You whisper before you pull him in, and the two of you share a featherlight kiss. You let it last, both of you soaking it in after a week apart. A week too long.

Joel’s the first to pull away, giving you a playful little glare. The bruising on your face reminds him of the boxing movies he grew up watching. “Easy, Rocky.”

You look at him confused and cock your head. “Who?”

He rolls his eyes at you and sighs, gently running his hand down your side. “Go to sleep. I’ll teach you about Rocky one through five tomorrow. D’you at least get a few good hits on Robert or his guys?”

You hum quietly and let your eyes dip closed. “Mhm.”

“Like I taught ya?”

“Just like you taught me. Gave ‘em the ole left, right, goodnight." You bring up your fists to demonstrate. "Made Robert’s nose bleed, think I broke it.”

Your head falls into Joel’s chest, feeling it rumble with laughter and a sense of pride. “That’s my girl.”

His body shields you from the outside world. You sleep like a rock for the rest of the night. You live another day, and so does Joel. But with Joel’s promise, you know Robert’s days are numbered. You’ll be sure of it.

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Hidden Lies (1)

Pairing: Unknown x Reader

Warning: Violence, Crime, Almost Assault

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: This is a remake of Poisonous Lies. Some parts may be familiar, and that would be why. I hope you enjoy!! Let me know who you think she'll connect more with!

This morning you woke up, listening to the sounds of birds chirping, the sun shining through your window, and feeling like it was going to be a great day.

“YN.” Your mom yells. It was too early and you were trying to wake up peacefully. “Y/N!” She calls out again, but this time it's more of a screech.

You groan loudly, folding your pillow over your ears, wanting to enjoy a little bit of time without her yelling at you. The sound of her shrieking voice was coming closer every second, until it was practically right in your ear.

Your eyes are still closed as you feel your blanket being ripped off your body, your mom cursing at you.

“Wake the fuck up!” She yells. “Don't you hear me yelling for you? I have shit to do, I cannot keep waking you up in the mornings! damn, you're going to make us both late”

You were 22 years old and you still live with your mother. This life you had was sad, although it was your fault. This technically was your choice. You had decided to drop out of school and go home to help your mom out after your dad was sentenced to 10 years in prison for a lengthy list of crimes, although well it wasn't his fault, it also was at the same time.

Your father had lost his job, and instead of telling your mother and them trying to figure it out, he went and got a loan from some people involved in crime that he most definitely should have not gone to. He didn't think about the fact that he would have had to pay that money back, plus interest. And when the time came for them to collect he didn't have it. So he was recruited for odd jobs until he had paid everything back, he didn't get very far though. His last job ended up being a sting operation and he was charged with trafficking drugs, intent to sell, attempted kidnapping, attempted human trafficking and a few other things. He wouldn't tell them why he did it, he didn't want things to get any worse, even though you weren't sure if they could or not. It wasn't his finest moment, he was trying to help his family even if it was the worst way possible. He was a good man and a good dad. Your father was a man who would do anything for his family, especially to protect them, and that’s exactly why he did what he did and now he was suffering the consequences of his own actions.

“I swear to god, YN.” Your mom yells as she grabs your arm, trying to pull you out of bed. “If you don't get your ass up in the next 30 seconds, I'm going to lose my mind! Your train leaves in 45 minutes and if you dont get ready and leave in 10 minutes then you're not going to be able to see your dad.” She sighs. “It’s his birthday, remember.”

Shit. You quickly bolt up in bed, scrambling to get out of your bed. You were rushing around your room grabbing whatever looked the cleanest on your floor before heading to your bathroom, slamming the door in the process.

Your mom sighs loudly before she leaves your room so you can rush around and get ready. You knew it was hard for her, not having your dad around, and you were sometimes difficult but you were trying. You felt guilty, especially since she wasn't able to go on the visit today, her shitty boss wouldn't let her have the time off. It had only been a year since he’d been locked up and you, mom and your brother had faced some very hard times. The three of you have been barely surviving paying the bills, mortgage, car, gas, groceries as well as trying to pay back your dad's loan in cash, rather than jobs similar to what your dad did.

Your mom was working 2 jobs, you and your brother both working full time, and all your money went towards everything needing to be paid, rarely leaving you much of anything left over but the three of you made it work, you always figured it out. You would do whatever you needed to do.

You're running down the stairs, trying to put your hair into a semi decent bun and forfeiting any makeup.

“You ready?” Your mom asks, car keys in her hand.

“Yeah, just let me grab my bag.” you breathe. You run into the kitchen, snatching your purse from the counter before you head back to the front door that's left wide open. You roll your eyes heading out the door, closing it behind you before sliding into the passenger seat of the car the three of you shared.

Your mom doesn't say a word to you on the ride to the train station. You hold your train ticket in your hand as she pulls in front of the station. “Please tell him happy birthday from me and that I love him.” she whispers as you're getting out of the car.

You give her a half smile. “I will mom.” You say, getting out of the car and closing the door. It doesn't take you long to navigate your way through the station, you’ve been making this trip a few times a month. You tried to see him as much as you could but between work, work and work, you never had a ton of time. You picked a seat on the train, setting your bag down in the seat beside you. You just made it on time, seconds later you were on your way and you couldn't wait to see your dad.

You stood in line, waiting to have your bag checked and to go through the x-ray machine. When that was all clear you headed to the front desk, showing your ID and filling out paperwork before you could even go into the room and wait for him. You sit down, your stomach is twisting with nerves. You weren't sure why, this was like any other visit you had been on.

“LN, YN.” You hear. “You can head in now.” the guard finishes, pointing towards a visitation room. The door buzzes open and you see your dad immediately, sitting in the back, in the middle of the room. His fingers were locked together with his head down. It felt like it had been forever since you had last seen him. “Dad.” you sniffle and his head shoots up, a smile spreads across his face so quickly as he stands up from his chair. You walk towards him, his arms are wide open, waiting to embrace you. You crash into his chest, wrapping your arms around him as he does you, holding you tightly. You missed his hugs, and the safeness you felt from him. You couldn't remember the last time you had felt safe.

You both let go, tears brimming in your eyes as you both sit down across from each other.

“Happy birthday dad.” you smile. He reaches out to grab your hand, whispering a small thank you while his head hangs low. “Mom also wishes you a happy birthday, and she says that she loves you.” You tell him, but you knew he already knew that.

“I know,” he smiles. “I'm assuming that she had to work today?” he asks.

You nod your head.

“She tried to get the time off but you know Dave, he’s a dick and wouldn't even let her have the morning off.” you tell him.

But again, you knew he already knew that. Dave and your dad had been friends for years, but after your dad was sentenced the man acted as if he never knew him and was never friends with him. Your eyes wander around the room, as if anything would be different since the last time you were here. Your dad begins telling you a story, something funny that had happened the other day. You were listening, but you couldn't help but let your eyes wander.

You looked out into the common room, as you were scanning the room, your eyes landed on someone. A man, a very handsome dark haired, angry looking man staring directly at you. You tried to look away from him, but it's like you were locked in with him. He was so captivating you honestly didn't even want to look away, but you do, not before he smiles at you slightly, giving you a small wink.

You’re brought out of your trance by your dad clearing his throat before continuing on with his story. You catch the end of it, laughing along with him even though you didn't really hear the rest of it. “Tell me about everything. What’s going on with you? How is your brother?” he asks. Before you can answer the lights of the prison flicker, the alarm blares as the red siren lights up the room on beat with the alarms.

“What’s happening?” you yell over the loud sounds. You were feeling a little panicked but before your dad could say anything you both hear yelling. You looked at the commotion in the common room, which was only separated from the visiting room by one large metal door. You glanced around, seeing the other visitors watching what was happening but no one was reacting to anything.

“I'm sure the guards will get it sorted, fights break out all the time. No need to worry.” Your dad tells you, trying to reassure you.

You couldn't help but worry. You watched as more and more fights were beginning to break out between prisoners, prisoners and guards. You watched in horror, as the prisoners seemingly took the guards down more easily then they should have been able too. Your eyes were darting to every window that you could see and watched guard after guard collapse, inmates grabbing the guns or batons, a cluster of inmates slamming guards into the windows, shaking what is supposed to be bullet proof glass.

Seconds later a fight in the visiting room breaks out after an inmate bashes a guard's head against the table. You're panicking now, other visitors are screaming, leaving their tables trying to escape, some pounding on the door, begging the guards to let them out.

The inmates from the common room begin trying to shoot the windows, or trying to pry open the doors into the visiting room.

The doors were buzzed open letting the guards from the front now rush in from one side to try and calm the situation but instead they let the inmates rush through the other doors into the room where you and your dad were. He had taken you to the corner of the room, standing in front of you to protect you. You peek out from behind him, the two of you watching in horror as blood and tears are spilled, the cries and pleas from visitors are yelled out as the inmates attack anyone in their way, including those who were just trying to visit their loved ones.

Your heart is pounding so loud, you can hear it in your ears. You feel weak, light headed. Your adrenaline hasn't kicked in yet. Your stomach is churning at all of the blood. Your father grabs your hand pulling you with him through another open door, and hopefully to safety. As soon as the two of you make it into another room, you're confronted by three large men.

“Look.” Your dad begins. “We don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to keep my daughter safe.”

The man in front smiles, but even his smile is terrifying.

“What a good dad you are. But don't worry.” He says. “We'll take her from here. I'll personally keep her safe.” He finishes, licking his lips.

“No thank you.” your dad says. “We're just going to go.” You grip onto your dads orange jumpsuit.

“Dad.” You whisper. He can hear the fear in your voice.

He runs forward, punching the man, pushing him into the two men behind him. “Run YN! Run!” He screams as the men grab him, taking him elsewhere. You try to run for the door but you're grabbed, pulled back and pushed against the wall. The man who had been talking to your father stood inches from your face. You could see the evil in his eyes as he eyed you up. You can feel his breath on your neck as he moves closer towards you.

You look both ways, trying to find your way to escape. There's only one other door besides the one you came through and you're pretty sure it's locked. Fear jolts through your body as you try and think of anything you could possibly say or do to get yourself out of this situation but you know that there is nothing you can do, except try and fight.

“Get away from me!” you yell, putting your hands on his chest and pushing as hard as you can.

"Don't fucking do that.” He snaps, shoving you against the wall. He raises his hand as he gets closer to you, his finger tracing your face. You squeeze your eyes shut, tears rolling down your cheeks and you let out a scream, as loud as you could. You switched between yelling "help me." And screaming, hoping someone would come for you.

The man slaps his hand over your mouth, angrily. "Why would you do that, don't you like me?" He asks. "It's been a long fucking time since we've been this close to a woman." He chuckles. You can feel his body pressing against you. You try to focus on anything else, but all you can hear is the sound of him breathing and the screams and cries of the ones caught in the riot.

Just as you were about to give up, you feel a release. You can no longer feel his body pressing against you, you can hear yelling much closer. You open your eyes and see a dark haired man, and a familiar other dark haired man pulling the men away from you. Within seconds the man who wanted to attack you was down on the floor, and the two men who saved you grabbed your hands, pulling you out of the room and away from the chaos.

Where was your dad? Was he okay?

The three of you ran down a hallway, the alarms are still blaring, you can just barely hear police sirens from outside.

The two men had no idea where to go, everywhere you looked there was violence, inmates with weapons and minimal guards that were alive.

"Hey!" You hear from down the hall. You all turn around and see the man that had you pinned against the wall. Anger suddenly fuels you, wondering where your dad was.

“What did you do to my dad!?” You scream. The man stops walking, a grin spreads across his face. “Don't worry, he's just fine. Now you two.” He says, pointing to the two men who were still holding onto you. “You don't get to take what's not yours.” He frowns. “I want her back.” He yells down the hall. The two men who had taken your father appear behind him.

“Fuck.” One says. they turn around, pulling you in a different direction. You were turning corner after corner until one of them found an unlocked door. He opens it, quickly pulling you inside before slamming it shut. Your body is shaking, you can't help but sob. You never in a million years expected today to turn out how it has.

Both the men quickly jump into action, grabbing whatever heavy pieces of furniture they can find to shove against the door. You watch them, still feeling just pure shock.

"I'm sorry." You whisper. You weren't even entirely sure what you were sorry about but it felt appropriate in the moment.

They both stop covering the door, staring at you. “Sorry for what?” One asks.

“I.. I'm not sure. But you're in this mess now because of me.” You sigh.

“We're in this because we didn't want to see an innocent woman get taken advantage of by some fucked up men. You didn't start it.” He says.

“What's your name?” The other asks.

"Y/N." You sniffle.

“I’m Wooyoung, and this is San.”

“Nice to meet you both. And thank you. I truly don't know what would have happened if you guys didn't save me.”

“It's nothing.” San says, giving you a half smile. He could not stop staring at you, just like when you were in the visiting room with your dad and he had caught your eye.

Before you could say anything back, the knob to the door started to shake. There's pounding at the door, and that's when you hear it.

“Y/N.” your dad calls. “Y/N please let me in. They're coming.” He cries. “Please.”

You run to the door, trying your best to move everything they had put against the door.

“Y/N stop.” Wooyoung yells, trying to pull you away.

“Please!” You cry. “Please help me. That's my dad, we need to let him in.”

San and Wooyoung loom at each other. They both know this is a bad idea but knew that there would be no chance of you letting up.

“Whatever happens?” San says. Wooyoung nods his head.

“Whatever happens.”

The two men help you pull the large filing cabinet, desk and other heavy things away from the door. You unlock the deadbolt, ripping the door open, the smile on your face falling immediately.

“I'm sorry Y/N. I'm so sorry.” He cries. He's pushed inside the room by the three men from before. He trips, falling to the floor with a thud. You wanted to go to him but the man has a gun now and it's pointed directly at you.

“You two aren't very good at hiding.” He chuckles.

“Eric, you don't have to do this.” Wooyoung says, his hands up as he inches towards you.

“Fuck you, Woo. You'd be the fucking same if you were locked in the hole for months at a time.” Eric snaps. “And now I have a chance for something real and you two are trying to ruin it for me.”

“I'm telling you not to fucking do this.” San snaps. He can see Eric eyeing you up, your dad laying on the floor, one of Eric's men's feet pinning him down.

“You think I'm gonna listen to you?” Eric laughs. “Just enjoy the show.” He says, grabbing onto Your wrists. Wooyoung and San try to lurch forward but they're stopped by the other two, flashing their knives. Eric pushes you against the wall, pulling you back towards him. He pulls you to the ground, climbing on top of you, straddling you. The gun is still shoved in your face. You say nothing, tears just stream down your face. Your eyes dart in-between San and Wooyoung as you silently plead for one of them to do something. To help you.

Eric rips open your shirt, exposing your bra. You look away, seeing Wooyoung and San nod towards each other. They both lunge for the men, knocking them down. Your dad scrambles to his feet taking over for San, as he runs for Eric, who was too in his own world with you to hear anything else. San tackles him, causing Eric to let go of the gun, it slides across the floor. Eric scrambles beneath San as he delivers hit after hit.

“Everybody get on the fucking ground.” You hear. Smoke bombs thrown into the room. Guards in full tactical gear flood inside, guns at the ready. San gets off of Eric, all of them men laying on the floor. “Hands on your head.” They yell.

You do as you're told. “We have a hostage located.” They go to you first, helping you up. You're coughing loudly as they guide you out of the room, into another one to be treated. They'd finally gotten everything settled down and started getting inmates back into their cells, or medical treatment.

“You took a fucking hostage, the warden is deciding your punishment.” A guard snaps at Wooyoung and San as they escort them past the room you're in. You push the nurse away, running out of the room.

“Wait!” You yell. “They didn't take me hostage. They saved me from him.” You say, pointing to Eric. “He tried to.. he tried to...” You cry. “They protected me from him and I'll forever be grateful.” you finish. You walk over to the two handcuffed men, wrapping your arms around both of them, until they're both escorted off. Both of them looking over their shoulders, giving you a smile and a wink.

Once you were checked out by the nurse and cleared to go, you were led out to the front where your mom was waiting for you. You sobbed into her shoulder as she hugged you tightly, apologizing to you profusely. She grabbed your hand, pulling you out to the car. you look back at the prison as she drives away, silently thanking Wooyoung and San for saving you. You'd have to find some way to properly thank them sometime.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Your mom asks.

“Dad and I were talking when fights broke out. Inmates were attacking guards and other inmates.” You sigh. “They opened the doors to the visitation room to let guards in but inmates rushed in.. one gut I guess had his sights set on me.”

“Dad protected you right?” Your mom asks.

“He tried. But there were 3 of them and one of him.. they took him away. And I was alone.” You look over at your mom, she has tears in her eyes as she listens to you. “But then two men rushed in and grabbed me, helped me escape. Took me to a room and barricaded the door.”

“They didn't hurt you did they?” She whispers.

“No mom, they didn't. Dad started banging on the door.. they helped me move everything and open the door but the bad guy was there with him, they pushed him in.. the guy tried to.. r..” you pause. Your mom looks horrified. “He didn't. Wooyoung and San tackled him and then the guards came in.”

“That was extremely lucky that they were there for you.” She sighs. “I'm so sorry baby.”

“It's not your fault mom. You didn't know that was going to happen.” You say. “No one could have predicted that would happen.”

The rest of the way you drive home in silence. You really want to just go to bed. Luckily you didn't have to work today so you could do just that. As you walked in the house, your brother Jaehyun rushed to you, hugging you tightly. “I'm so glad you're okay.” He says, squeezes you even harder.

“I won't be if you squeeze me anymore, you're gonna suffocate me.” You half chuckle, half panic. He lets you go, patting your back before heading back to the living room.

“Do you want some lunch?” Your mom asks. You raise an eyebrow. You had assumed she would have had to go back to work.

“Don't you have to go back to work?” You ask. She looks at the ground.

“Uh, well.. Dave said if I left to go to you, I wouldn't have a job. It's not worth it if he won't let me go to my child who was in the middle of a prison riot. Don't worry, I'll find something else.” She smiles.

Fuck Dave. You went up to your room, crawled in your bed and quickly fell asleep. The day was exhausting and you were still shook a week later. It was the week after the riot, and you had been answering everyone's questions about what happened, what it was like the guys who saved you. It was the talk of the town still but you were tired of talking about it. You were ready to forget about it now, which is why you agreed so fast when your friend Hwasa asked you to go out that night. There was a newish club that was apparently very exclusive and the two of you wanted in. You got ready in a hurry, doing your makeup and your hair the best you could. You slipped on your favorite club dress as well as shoes and headed for the front door.

“I'm going out, bye!” You yell, slamming the door behind you. You run down the driveway heading to Hwasa's car.

The drive to the club is long. When you finally see it, you're mesmerized. It's bigger than you imagined, the bright sign outside reads Ateez. You were so excited. The line was extremely long, and as you walked up to the bouncer he shooed you to the back of the line. It seemed like you were never going to get in.

After about twenty minutes, you noticed a man staring at you that was walking the line, he walked past you, before backing up to look at you again.

“L/N Y/N?” He asks, eyeing you up and down.

“Yes?” You respond, staring at the handsome man.

“Come with me.” He says, motioning for you and Hwasa to follow him. You and Hwasa look at each other, she shrugs her shoulders, following the man and dragging you along behind. He stops at the bouncer, pointing to you. “L/N Y/N. Add her to the list. VIP.” He finishes, bringing you both inside. What the hell did you do to get this sort of treatment?

The two of you walk behind the man, following him really without any questions. You pass what looks like the main bar, the dance floor and head up some stairs. The rope is removed from the hook, letting the three of you into the VIP area.

“You can stay here if you'd like. Your drinks are all on the house, whatever you'd like. If you need anything, my name is Mingi, don't hesitate to ask.” He says.

“Um, I do have a question.” You say, slightly raising your hand. “How? Um, why? And um what?” You say.

Mingi chuckles. “You helped my brothers out, by not adding time to their sentences. They both could have gotten a lot more time after that riot. But they didn't, because of you. So from now on, if you are in trouble or need anything, you have 8 men who will happily help you out.” He says. “Well 6 for now, until San and Woo get out.”

“All I did was tell the truth.” You say.

“There's a lot of women out there who would have lied, knowing who those two are.” He says.

“Also, You're related to them?” You ask, ignoring what he said before. You were too busy trying to stop your mouth from hanging down.

“Well.. in a sense.” He laughs. “Enjoy your night.” He finishes before leaving the room.

“What the hell!” Hwasa shouts, heading over to your private bar. She orders multiple drinks and shots for each of you to be brought to your table. As you two sit there, listening to the music the DJ is playing, drinking and just having a good time you see five men walk into the room. They stop, staring at you. As they walk over they introduce themselves.

“Y/N.” One smiles. “I'm Seonghwa, this is Yeosang, Yunho, Jongho and Hongjoong.” He says pointing to each extremely handsome man.

“Nice to meet you.” You smile back, waving at them all while hiccuping in the process.

“Thank you for what you did for Woo and San.” Seonghwa says.

“Like I said to Mingi, I was just telling the truth. I didn't want them to get into trouble for saving me.” You explain.

“If you need anything, and I mean anything, don't hesitate to call.” He says, sliding you a piece of paper. Written down are 8 phone numbers for you. This was honestly fucking surreal. Who knew this could happen for simply telling the truth?

The men walk away and Hwasa stares at you in disbelief. “I almost wish it was me that day.” She laughs. “Let's go dance!” She says, trying to pull you up.

“Let me just tidy these glasses.” You slur, stacking all the cups and shot glasses to bring back to the bartender. He laughs as you place them on the bar, and thanks you through his chuckles.

You let Hwasa drag you down the stairs to the dance floor, immediately sliding her hands all over your body as you dance closely. The two of you always preferred to dance together, but sometimes if you were into it you'd dance with men. This time you were too into dancing with Hwasa, you didn't want any men to disturb you. You turned around, grinding your ass into her as you looked around the club. You glanced up at the balcony and saw six men leaning on the railing, all their eyes staring directly at you. Why did you feel like your life was going to get a lot more interesting?

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #hongjoong #san #wooyoung #yeosang #seonghwa #mingi #yunho #jongho #kpop fanfic #kpop writing #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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bengiyo · 5 months

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Last Twilight Ep 3 Stray Thoughts

Last time, Mhok began working and was pleased with his salary. He may be rough around the edges, but he was doing his "easy" job. He had some initial friction with Day around moving his things and taking care of the fish, but things came to a head when Day tried to run from strangers seeing his condition. Mhok got triggered, thinking Day might hurt himself, and broke into his room. Mhok got fired, but Porjai came to talk to Day about Mhok putting himself through an exercise to understand Day's disability more and the two have reconciled for now.

I like the two of them straightening Day's room together and understanding the system to help him find things. It's a relief to see Day having fun with it.

The inflatable dino costumes are so silly. This is fun.

Now, Mhok, you know better than to swipe through someone else's pictures.

They saw Day making progress around the house and made him instantly clam back up by suggesting he go back to school.

Mhok's relationship with Porjai is used very well here. I love that she has moved on from Mhok and is happy, so I don't feel bad about her giving perspective and wondering about some jealousy plotline.

I like the pace of the relationship between Mhok and Day so far. Day is already asking Mhok for help on his own.

I will always love teachers who refuse to let students give up on themselves.

Mhok is a good listener and supporter. I like that he doesn't involve himself in the conversations between the family or the teacher, and that he aids Day's attempt to avoid notice.

Said the name of the show. Finish your drinks.

Thank you for keeping the lights on, Oishii.

I like how Mhok plays with the preconceptions that he doesn't know much to encourage Day to figure out some things. It's a very gentle approach that uses Day's own ego to move him forward.

WE HAVE FINALLY USED THE BANGKOK METRO SYSTEM IN A BL. 🎉 IPYTM came close, but we never went inside.

I love that Mhok tried to prank Day with the pink shirt. Later, in the dressing room, we know he's watching out for Day because he confirmed that he knew what was on the shirt he picked.

I like the way the physical tension between them around Day's exposed body is building.

And Day made Mhok get the pink shirt! I love this.

Mhok being sure to include Day in the conversation with the bookstore owner is a great touch. I like that he didn't let Day give up and insisted they find the book today.

Even if it's a bit artificial, I like Mhok slipping the book where Day would find it to help him have a sense of accomplishment since Day had been also sifting through books.

The last page is missing? How will we know the ending? Okay, Aof. I see you.

Increasing the price because he's Mhok's friend was so fun. It's the kind of detail that makes the world feel like it has a history. It was clearly a joke and let Day have fun.

Oh, we were having such a good day, and now Mhok feels like he has to defend Porjai and in a fight against Porjai's two-timing boyfriend. Now Day is lost.

Oh my goodness, did Mhok switch to the pink shirt to make himself more visible? I am going to melt.

Mhok is so ready for people to look down on him that he immediately owned his own history rather than let the mom hold it over him.

Oh shit that was great eye shine from Jimmy when Day started saying how much he appreciates Mhok.

Not sure what all is going on with Night and Day yet, but I like that he came to Mhok's defense after they left the room.

That was a really well done wind down for this episode.

More of Film next week!!

So, I'm really loving this show and so glad that a GMMTV show is back to sound episodic structure. Jimmy and Sea both feel much more attuned to their characters and their chemistry feels a lot easier than their last outing. This is a solid watch

#last twilight #thai bl #bl series #last twilight the series #Ben watches

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allemantheias · 6 months

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Repaying them for saving you. Part 3.

Status: finished. 03-12-2023. Part 1. Part 2. [Part 3.] Part 4.

Read this on AO3. ~ ~ Masterlist. ~ ~ Word count: 2175

"Here's some towels, shampoo and shower gel." Rudy just led you to the room you'll be staying in, after showing you where the showers and toilets are located. "Our bedrooms are on the top floor across the staircase. Wake one of us if something's up or if you need anything."

"Is it okay if I take a long shower? I feel really dirty after being covered in blood." The blood may be gone, but you still feel where it used to be. Like honey or oil that's only wiped off with a dry paper towel.

"Of course, take as long as you want." Rudy assures you with a smile that makes you blush.

"Thank you. I'm off to shower then." You grab two towels, both bottles of soap and swiftly make your way to the shower area. After a deep cleanse of your skin, you turn off the water and dry yourself with the towels. When you want to get dressed you see that the clothes fell on the wet floor, which must've happened by accident when you grabbed the towels. You decide to go back to your room covered in a towel, everyone is probably sleeping already so no one will see you like this. Except you get lost in the hallways and also can't recall the path you took when Rudy showed you your room. Shit! You walk around the hallways for some time, freezing your limbs off from the cold air flowing through the windows. What floor was the room on again? You need help, fuck. Nervous you knock on the door of the room opposite of the top of the staircase. Coronel A. Vargas you read on the nameplate next to the door. Alejandro? You look over to the other door's nameplate. Sergeant Major R. Parra. Yeah, that's Rudy's room. Just when you want to knock on that other door, Alejandro's door opens. His cheeks turn red when he notices you in only a towel. Your eyes get pulled down his body, from his chiselled abs to his boxer shorts, the only thing he's wearing, which reveal everything inside it, leaving nothing to the imagination. God, he looks so hot!

"What can I do for you, pretty?" He makes you look up to him with a blushing face.

"I- eh-" You instantly forget what you came here for, with the soldier in front of you like this. Sleepy, ripped as hell, almost naked.

"Caught you off guard, eh?" Alejandro smiles friendly, which doesn't help with lowering your body temperature. "I can say the same."

"My- I dropped the clothes on the wet floor." You confess when you remember why you came to him.

"That's unfortunate, these were the only clothes warm enough and your own are being washed." His eyes flow over your bare skin. "You're getting cold." He says when he notices the goosebumps that cover you. "Come in, I'll get you something warm to wear." He closes the door after you're inside. His room is nice and cosy, decorated with warm colours. There's a warm wooden desk, a comfortable chair behind it, both sides of the bed have a small rug below them to prevent cold feet. His bed seems super soft, with the fluffy duvet and many decorative pillows, and you wish he'd bend you over and fuck you right here and now. A dim light shines from the lamp on his nightstand. "Sit on my bed if you want." Alejandro grabs the blanket from his bed and waits for you to sit down to put it around you. His bed is so comfortable! You wish you could stay here the night. "This will keep you warm for now." You watch how he goes through the few clothes in the closet and can't resist lowering your eyes to his buttcheeks. You squeeze your legs together against the heat that arises between them, but it's not helping. You want nothing more than to feel this man's hands all over your body. With a hoodie, shirt and sweatpants he walks to his bed and drops the items next to you.

"Thank you." You get up from the bed and grab the stack of clothes, hold them against your chest. Should you leave his room now you have dry clothes, or is it weird to immediately walk away?

"What's on your mind?"

"No- nothing. I-"

"You're an open book, pretty. Spill it." Alejandro sits down on his bed.

"I'm scared." You confess with a voice quieter than your usual.

"You're safe here. No one enters my base without getting verified."

"I know, but- I- I'm just agitated and uneasy from being taken by the cartel. I keep imagining what would have happened to me if you weren't there." Tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. No, don't even dare to cry!

"Don't worry about that."

"What if it was a targeted abduction and a new group comes for me?"

"I'll call around for some intel on that in the morning." He sees you hesitate and makes you look up at him. "You can stay here with me if you want."

"Only if that's no issue?"

"You worry too much. Get in." With a smile on his face he gets under the covers on the other side of the bed as he sat on and waits for you to do the same. You put on the shirt he picked for you, before you take off the towel and with a racing heart you crawl next to him in bed, in only your underwear and his shirt.

"Hey, easy, it's all good." His fingers sweep away a strand of hair that's in front of your eyes, stares into them at the same time, drowns you in the darkest brown eyes you've ever seen. His fingers glide along the skin of your temple to your cheek, where he has the palm of his strong hand touch your skin. "Relax." Alejandro's face comes closer. Your eyes widen. What is he doing? His arms grab you around your waist and in a smooth movement he pulls you over to his side of the bed, against his chest. Your body overheats and you are too shy to move your lower arms away from his abs. Still captivated by his hypnotising eyes. "I said relax, pretty." His voice deepens and he closes the distance between your lips. His beard tickles your skin. Waves of longing crash through your body, make you moan his name. "I like how my name sounds from your lips." He doesn't give you time to respond, kisses you more intensely with his hand on the back of your head. You open your mouth when he softly bites your bottom lip, let his tongue get dominant against yours. His tongue tastes sweet and minty. You get the courage to turn your hands around and run them across his chest, through the little hairs. "Please tell me if you want to stop."

"I don't want to stop. At least this gives me a chance to thank you." You get on top of him, give him time to enjoy the view of your body.

"You don't have to thank us, pretty. We just did our job." He runs his hands along your sides. "I would love to enjoy you all on my own, but Rudy would appreciate to be thanked like this too. If that's okay with you." Alejandro grabs his phone and types something, to Rudy you guess.

"Yes, I'd love to thank him too for today." You melt your lips together with his lips again, move your fingers through his curls, pulling them slightly until he moans with a smile. What a beautiful sound. You feel his erection when you adjust your position. Oh god, he's so hard! Only from kissing and stroking? A third hand grabs your hair and pulls your body back up. Rudy! His other hand closes around your throat and he lustfully kisses you. Alejandro sits up and caresses your buttcheeks, presses you down harder on his solid cock. His hand moves to your heat to stroke it through the fabric of your underwear. You moan into Rudy's mouth and he tightens his grip on your throat, makes you feel dizzy.

He takes his hand off your throat and stops kissing you. "Let's get these clothes off." He helps you out of Alejandro's shirt and dumps it on the floor. They work together to lift you up and get rid of your underwear. They remove their own and switch places, Rudy on the bed and Alejandro behind you, both of them rock solid. You are visibly excited as well. Alejandro kisses and sucks the skin of your neck and shoulder, while Rudy stimulates your nipples. One of your hands caresses Alejandro's cheek, hair and neck, and the other does the same on Rudy. "I think that's enough preparation on you." Alejandro waits for you to nod, since you're busy pleasuring his second in command with your mouth, before sliding himself inside of you. A loud moan escapes your occupied lips, sending vibrations into his cock.

"Yes, pretty, you're so good for us." Rudy exclaims. "Look at you, taking us both like a champ." His fingers run through your hair. In your mind you beg him to push your head down on his cock. He probably wants to do that, but keeps himself barely in check. Just like the guy behind you, he tries his hardest to not pull you back by your hips. Your walls and mouth get stretched out more than ever before by their sizes. You taste the slightly bitter, salty precum and take his cock a little deeper in your mouth, almost letting it go in your throat, getting yourself ready to push even further. You take him down a little too far and gag, pull yourself off of him to take a second to breathe. While you wait, you apply more spit to his length with your hand. You get your mouth on him again and alternate between sucking and licking your spit back up from the bottom to the tip. Alejandro pulls himself almost all the way out before slamming back into you. You moan loudly. "Yes, pretty, that feels amazing." Rudy runs his fingers through your hair again, softly pushes you deeper on his erection. It makes you gag, but you keep going through the reflex, even when tears roll down your cheeks from barely fitting his size.

"I won't last long anymore." Alejandro moves his hands up from the sides of your thighs to your lower back, digs his fingers into your waist to pound you even harder. He brings himself over the edge and fills you up deep with his warm seed, while moaning in pleasure. His hand finds its way to your front and stimulates you with his palm and fingers. You feel your orgasm closing in and your moans get more frequent.

"I want to come inside that tight hole of yours too." Rudy pulls you from his dick by your hair and slaps your face, appreciates the view of your cheeks and chin covered in your own spit. Alejandro removes himself from you and sits down next to you, keeps his hand on your heat and pulls you into a sloppy kiss, his tongue dominating yours. The other man moves behind you and doesn't give you a chance to prepare, enters you smoothly and immediately thrusts at a relentless pace. Your moans get muffled by Alejandro's mouth.

"Does Rudy make you feel good, pretty?" He grimaces, likes that his best friend makes you feel good. The stimulation from both guys together is too much for you to handle and you are only able to whimper. You have to let go of Alejandro's lips when your high rushes through your body in waves. You push his hand away when you get overstimulated. Your arms give in and your face and chest drop into the bedcovers. The contractions of your walls push Rodolfo over the edge, make him spill his cum inside of you.

"Fuck, that was amazing." After pulling out he watches his and his coronel's mixed liquids seep from your hole, puts some back in with his fingers. He helps you sit back up and holds you in his arms. You feel exhausted from being handled like this by them. "Look at that big mess you made, pretty." There's a wet spot on the covers from your fluids. Alejandro already comes back from the bathroom with a few warm cloths and begins to clean you up after they got you this dirty."You need a rest, pretty. We tired you out." He quickly changes the sheet around the bedcover with the help of his sergeant major and both of them join you in bed, sandwich you tightly. Feeling protected and with their arms around you, you fall asleep. A serene moment, before you have to go back home again. How you wish you could stay here forever.

#alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you #alejandro vargas x original female character #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra x you #rodolfo parra x original female character #rodolfo parra #age difference #age different relationships #spit roasted by alerudy

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stickycollectorunknown · 1 year

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Peppino spaghetti x reader

[Warning am Terrible at writing so there is gonna be grammer errors because I have literally BRAIN DAMAGE so yeah enjoy the shit show]

🍕 You were look for a good place to eat after your original go-to pizza place shut down do to an Infrastation of hilariously large rodents owning the place now you had to go eat some where else.

🍕 You then saw the sign....peppino's pizza. You weren't sure if the place was open or not due to the lights were off but the door was open so you enter. The place was dark except for the light shining through the windows, you took a sit on a red swerving chair. You looked around the place it had it had Italian décor you wondered if the owner was Italian or if it's another case of your culture is our decor.

🍕 then you hear a door open and see a middle age man walk out of the door. He seem super stressed out still looking at the paper he took a sit next to unaware you were there. You stared at him curiously and spoke "let me guess Bill problems". The Italian man sighed "yes it's- wait a minute " he stopped looking at the paper and looked at you. "A CUSTOMER!" He ran the kitchen quickly and grabbed their note book and pencil and ran back out. You were shocked he can move so fast, he handed you one of the menus "what-a you would like to-a order" he said with a nervous smile.

🍕 You looks down on the menu and spoke "I would like a small Pizza a everything pizza and a soda please", "anything else? " You shook your head sideways " Nah am fine thanks " he nodded and went back to the kitchen. He shook his friend Gustavo, " awake up we have a job to do "the little man jumped up and looked around in shock at first but returned to sleeping. Peppino rolled his eyes and rolled up his sleeves "fine then I'll do it my self".

🍕half a hour later he brought your pizza and a soda. "Here iz your pizza " he stood by waiting for your reaction. You took a bite of it and... loved it! "Oh my goodness! It's amazing! you made this pizza?", he blushed and scratched the back of his head "yes I did-did" peppino has heard compliments before but for some old reason this stuck to him maybe it because he hasn't heard it in a long time but whatever it was it had spark the love of cooking that he thought he lost so long ago. And for you? You just found your new favorite pizza place.

🍕 You went to peppino whenever you got your paycheck or had some spare money laying around. But also even if you didn't have money he would invite you over to the pizzeria. You both would chat for hours and got to learn about each other likes and dislikes. It got to a point where you would visit each other outside of the pizza place.

🍕 and you would do each other favors like peppino has no money for a taxi? No problem you give him a lift. Your parents are coming to town to visit you but you don't know how to cook anything besides ramen? He's got your back!

🍕but peppino noticed something he couldn't stop thinking about you! About how you look..laughed and looked at him it was driving him crazy, at first he thought it was just his anxiety but it wasn't it felt nice being around you and you were always so nice to him. Sometimes he would doodle you on his orders notebook or just some how make a pizza that kinda looks like you.

🍕 he wanted to confess to you he REALLY did but he was worried about so many things like what if you rejected him and never want to see him again? That thought made him shutter. So he kept it all bottle up but he wasn't very good at it.

🍕he would hold your hand and touches you when he gets a chance (like your hair or tug on your clothes) and make the excuses of oh you had a bug on you or your hands were cold or he wanted to show you something.

🍕 he finds himself staring at you and he becomes embarrassed once he realizes that he was staring at you and feels like a creep.

🍕 he feels a bit more relaxed when you are around him, he feels a bit more lose. And smile more when you're around.

🍕then he heard from Gustavo that you have been trying to find a date on dating apps. His heart dropped to his stomach no no no no NO! He made up his made and decided that he had to confess!

🍕 You walked into the restaurant and sat in your favorite sit "hey peppino! Guess who got some money for some pizza!". Peppino came out the kitchen with a fancy rented suit and a pizza. You whistled "Damm peppino! You looking fine! What's the special occasion?" He put the pizza in front of you it was a heart shaped "wow you still make heart shaped pizza's? Wasn't valentine's day 5 days ago? " You said jokingly but then he hold you hand. You looked at him curiously and let him speak.

🍕 "ever since you step into my pizzeria you have been nothing but kind to me.. your so helpful and you know so much stuff and l...." he gulped " I love you...." man felt like he was going to get a heart attack. You smiled at him gently and put your hand carefully on his face.

🍕"oh peppino...I have always loved you" and you kissed his forehead. Peppino took a minute to Process what just happened but when it finally hit him. He was esthetic! He pull you in to dance you both danced happily, hand In hand you both like this moment can last forever.

Bonus!

🍕 Gustavo totally lied about you looking for dating he just tired of the constant will they or won't they routine.

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To Be Mine Forever

Natasha Romanoff x PlusSizeFem!Reader

To Be Cherished (Previous)

To Be a Family (Next)

Smut—18+—Minors DNI

Smut—Cockwarming(R), Strap(R), Marking(R), Oral fixation(R), Subtle Dumbification, Top!Nat

Warnings—Mean/Jealous Steve Rogers, sticky relationship with food, fat-shaming, insecure!! reader, insecure!! Natasha (mentions of previous trauma). Violence!!

This shit is long(8.9k), but at this point what do you expect from me? Drabbles aren’t my style obviously.

Please do enjoy this angst/hurt-comfort/fluff mix up, I hate to admit it but I lost so much sleep over this 😂

Here you were, straddling your lover while she sat on her lush satin couch in her home office, thick thighs nearly trembling as you tried your hardest not to settle all your weight atop her. Natasha had you warming her cock while she finished her residual paperwork. Having muttered something about being "tired of your teasing" when you simply delivered her some breakfast and a mug of tea in your lace panties and loose t-shirt that fell just below your butt.

"Honey, I can feel you straining, just relax."

———

Natasha then leans back from her desk to really face you, eyes instantly falling to your lip that is nervously caught between your teeth, then they travel to see the subtle beads of sweat that are coating your forehead, but mostly she sees the familiar pain taking up residence in your eyes.

Work was long forgotten when she realizes how deeply you've fallen back into the dark place. After nearly a year of being together she'd believed you were past this; that you understood that there was nothing she couldn't handle, but more importantly that you knew you weren't something that needed to be "handled."

"Stop worrying honey, how many times have I told you that you won't hurt me?"

"Natty, I'm too —."

Her lips surge forward to cut your statement off, absolutely hating the way that you're so willing to speak about yourself in the negative, and therefore refusing to let you do so.

"Don't you dare finish that asinine statement." She pleads against your lips, voice slightly wavering as the sadness in her heart bubbles to the surface.

As soon as she pulls back her hands settle on your plush hips, and without warning she slams your body down with relative ease. Groans of pleasure fall from the both of you as the hilt of the strap brushes against her clit, and the faux shaft then moves deliciously against your walls. Your head falling forward against her shoulder as you try to desperately regulate your startled breathing. Nimble fingers gently scratch at your back, her right hand having remained underneath your oversized shirt, while the other caresses your cheek, thumb gently stroking over your skin.

"Moya lyubov', what's going on in that pretty little head of yours? You're perfect... I just wish you could see yourself the way I do, and for you to speak of my precious angel in the way that she deserves. You deserve kindness.."

"Natty, I'm too much, it's just an obvious fact."

Her hips thrust up in an attempt to cut your words off again, even more proof that your size has never been, and never will be a problem for her, but she was too late.

"You know, I have the mind about me to go around and put an end to all your exes for ever making you feel this way, maybe also for even touching you but that's besides the point here." She breathes out angrily, arm wrapping around you protectively as her hand squeezes your left side in a bruising manner at the mere thought of anyone else having you in the ways that only she gets to, and to then take that precious time with you and bring you nothing but pain just pisses her the fuck off.

"You are not too much Y/N! Definitely not for me, and if you were told that by anyone else then they were just a weak ass individual who found some perverse joy in breaking beautiful girls such as yourself... You shine so brightly that they felt it was their job to dull you, but I promise it was always them, and never you."

As if to prove her obvious point to you she hoists you up, and her defined muscles that are visible to you hardly even strain as she does. Holding you firmly against her with only one arm while the other haphazardly clears her hardwood desk off before she's gently setting your bare ass on the edge, strap still being enveloped by your needy cunt.

"Natty, the desk..." You whine through your arousal induced labored breathing.

"Is a piece of replaceable furniture, and just for good measure I promise you it will still remain standing once I finish wrecking you in the only valid way." She lowly chuckles out as two fingers suddenly settle before your lips in a silent command.

Obediently you part your lips, allowing the redhead to push past them to gently brush over your tongue before they're prodding at your throat. Doing as is routinely expected of you, you close your lips around her digits, graciously allowing her to pacify you.

"Good girl... Quiet, just like I like it when you say such silly things... Let daddy fuck some sense back into your 'college educated' brain..." Natasha mocks with an accompanying chuckle as you suck upon her digits in a silent plead to urge her on.

As if she'd needed it, as if fucking you hadn't been at the forefront of her mind since she woke up this morning to see you asleep with your ass naturally up in the air. There's a reason she'd been packing when you entered her office, and she already had every intent of fucking you senseless today, so really you just gave her the final push to get it started.

"Don't worry angel, I'll help you to forget all about those deceitful thoughts, remind you again just how perfect you are..."

Natasha slowly removes her fingers from you against your mouths clear resistance, spurring on a fit of adorable whines, and amusing the woman beyond belief. She leans in to use her own lips to hopefully placate you for just a brief moment, while she reaches back to wipe your drool from her fingers onto her thigh.

"I know I said to be quiet, but you know how much I love to hear your pretty sounds detka, so don't you dare hold back." Natasha rasps, her hot breaths fanning across your already sweaty skin, while cold fingers make their way beneath your shirt in a satisfying way that cools your heated skin.

Those same fingers then move to wrap around the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to leave you bare before her, and completely at her mercy. Natasha's hands crawl up to settle upon your shoulders to lay you down against the hard surface; darkened eyes making sure to maintain eye contact with you as she slowly pulls out of you before just as swiftly thrusting back into your inviting pussy. Thoroughly enjoying the ways in which your eyes fail to maintain as they squeeze shut and your mouth falls open to gasp at the satisfying pressure.

The desk instantaneously makes a high pitched squeak, and Natasha watches in sympathetic amusement as the fear flashes across your curious orbs once they reopen.

"I said it would remain standing, not be silent." She lets out with an amused breath before picking up the pace, hips thrusting without fail as there's no resistance whatsoever from your dripping, eager cunt that's making an absolute mess upon her freshly polished desk, adding a second coat if you will.

Your sudden, desperate moans drive Natasha up the wall, her very own core throbbing with an unrelenting need that only you bring about, and so with the push of a button a pulse of vibration is being applied to her bundle of nerves to bring her some much needed relief as she continues to drive her strap into you.

Strong arms wrap around your thick thighs to hoist you up, lifting your hips up and allowing the strap to delve even deeper within you, reaching that spot that has you seeing stars, and leaves you a gasping mess for the redhead to marvel at while she expertly strokes the tip of the strap over the spongey area repeatedly.

Hands snake around to grip your supple waist, settling within the deep curves of your body to pull you closer while she continues her thrusts. Pulling and pushing simultaneously to override all of your senses, screams of immense pleasure leave you while Natasha works you over—leaving you a sweaty mess, and looking unfazed herself as if it takes her no effort at all.

“Oh fuck… daddy it feels so good…”

Natasha’s right hand slips between to apply the much needed pressure to your clit, slowing her movements down only to watch as you come undone for her and fuck do you look beautiful as you do. Looking down she sees your slick arousal that coats her strap as well as her thighs, then she’s lightly gasping at the forming pool on her desk that is slowly dripping down onto the carpeted floor of her office.

“Fucking hell angel, you sure are making a mess of my desk.”

“Sorry daddy…”

“It’s okay honey, I know you can’t help it.”

When she goes to start back up though she notices your subtle face twitches, and the silent winces whenever your body slams into the wood, and this newfound urge to keep you comfortable takes over her mind. Very suddenly she lifts your body off of the desk, both arms sturdily wrapped around your waist as she locks you against her and your glazed over eyes peer curiously into her own as she pecks your nose.

Her soft lips happily fall to your breasts to nip at the delicate skin while her legs reflexively take your conjoined bodies across the hall and into your room with a fresh new wave of ideas running through her mind to make you scream.

Natasha's movements had hardly relented as she obviously intended to fuck you dumb, the positions might’ve changed but her goal never did, and as you approached your seventh climax you silently pondered if your vagina can actually survive this woman’s unending stamina.

“Da-Daddy, please… It’s too much…”

"I'm not stopping until you say it detka, you know I could go for hours..." She grunts as she sinks her teeth into your shoulder to steady herself, the vibrations on her clit bringing her crashing down once more while she just continues to fuck your pussy raw.

"I-I..." You stutter, struggling to say the simple phrase, part of you not wanting this to end, even though you're beyond the point of pleasure now—teetering more towards the unbearable painful end of things.

It's just that the words she wants to hear don't feel right, they feel like nothing short of a lie, and it hurts to even consider the idea of such. You know it hurts Natasha to see you like this, so even though the words are caught, you do your best to convince yourself of their truth.

"I'm be-beautiful." You sob out, tears readily hitting the sheets, and Natasha's head whips up to take in your pained expression.

Lips tenderly touch down onto your forehead, then they trail down the bridge of your nose until they land on your lips, gently moving against yours for the briefest of moments.

"Now say it like you mean it detka, like you could honestly believe it, because it is true." Natasha whispers against your cheek, tongue poking out to rid your skin of the salty tears before she pulls back to stare deeply into your eyes.

"I'm beautiful..."

"And?" She pushes for more, and you know exactly what she's looking for, and something about the way she looks at you makes it easier to say, the heaviness in your chest subsiding as you give in to saying those two words.

"I'm enough..."

Natasha's beaming smile warms your heart, eyes full of love stare deeply into yours, working overtime to will you into seeing the truth, to understand that you're a masterpiece worthy of the Louvre, with a beauty and smile worthy of replacing the Mona Lisa.

"There you go... I knew my smart girl was in there somewhere... My beautiful, kindhearted angel just needed some help remembering..."

"Yeah, and now she needs an ice pack and a nap..." You croak through a yawn, and your lover falls against you in a fit of giggles, causing you to groan as the strap that's still very much inside of you moves painfully against your overworked walls.

"Sorry detka..."

Natasha carefully removes herself from you, standing beside the bed to remove the faux appendage before climbing right back into the bed to settle besides you.

"Get some rest honey, we'll clean up after our well deserved nap..." Natasha gently whispers, then she aggressively maneuvers you onto your side without so much as a word, shifting behind you to throw her arm over you, hand naturally settling around your boob.

"All that just to hold my boob?"

"Shh... It's like my emotional support object." She playfully whispers against your bare shoulder, smug smirk glaringly obvious, and you just sigh as you place your hand over hers before drifting off into a deep sleep.

—

Natasha had woken up after the rejuvenating nap to see your sparkling eyes already staring at her, your hair was a jumbled up mess, and your lips were residually plump from this mornings activities, and perfect for kissing. Natasha always cherished this moment of waking beside you, to her you'd never looked more beautiful than you do after the both of you make love, covered in her marks, and blanketed by a peaceful, loving aura.

She sleepily smiles at you, grateful to get one of your dopey ones back in return, but before she could even say anything your stomach had interrupted her, announcing its hunger which subsequently led you to hiding your face in the pillow on instinct, and a frown had settled over the redheads once smiling face in response.

"Malysh. You're supposed to be hungry after all that we did, if you weren't then I'd be worried... Lord knows I worked up an appetite too..."

Natasha shifts your body until you're flat on your back, then she settles her hands besides your face while hovering over you. Perfectly defined arms trap you in while she smiles at you before placing a tender kiss upon your lips.

"Tell me detka, do I need to continue fucking some sense into you or do you understand?" She asks as her lips trailed down to your ear, her knee having shifted between your bare legs, firmly pressing against your sensitive core.

"No, I-I understand..." You painfully get out, squirming away from the uncomfortable pressure, and so the knee is swiftly removed while the body hovering above you shakes with accomplished laughter.

"Good... Now, let's clean ourselves up, then we'll go out for dinner—my treat."

"Nat, It's always your treat..." You complain lightheartedly, deep down you enjoy the way that the far better off woman spoils you, but you definitely have plans of your own to "repay" her in due time.

"It always will be..." She concludes, hands firmly pulling your back flush against her front before she reaches over you to turn the shower on in your shared spaces bathroom.

"Yeah? What if I wanted to treat you for once?" You pointlessly ask while running your hand under the water to test it out, and swiftly pulling back with a wince as the frigid water runs down your fingers.

"Detka, you are the treat." She says as she places wet kisses to your exposed shoulders, and you mockingly restate the phrase under your breath at the same time, receiving a harsh pinch to your hip in retaliation.

"Hey! It's true, even when you're being a brat." She whines, lightly biting into your shoulder as a subtle warning before she's spinning your giggling form around by the hold on your hip.

"...you're still all that I want and more Y/N..."

"Who knew the Black Widow was so cheesy..." You lightheartedly tease because crying wasn't necessarily on your agenda for the day, but the soft look in your eyes told Natasha all that she needed to know.

She leans you up against the ceramic wall tiling, your eyes shining as the words she mutters work their way deep into your heart, ducking her head down she kisses over the marks of the morning past while your hands held her close, fingers entangled through her short red locks, gently scratching at her scalp.

"Honey, we'll never make it to dinner..."

Natasha smirks, placing a few more kisses for good measure before she reluctantly pulls back, calloused hands moving to delicately cup your sweet face.

"Moy idealʹnyy angel... Oh how I love you so..."

(My perfect angel)

Natasha tenderly pecks your lips, then as her hands go to finally check the temperature you throw her off by stopping her to cup her face instead. Bewildered green orbs settle upon yours, the softness they exude never fails to shock her, but it definitely serves to warm her equally as tattered heart.

Gentleness has never really been her experience with love, every time she'd fall for another it would either be unrequited or they'd only use her for her body, or Avenger status. Which is why she worked so hard to offer it to you in your time of need, but for some silly reason she had never expected it in return. She'd never felt deserving of it, so she brushed off the idea that it would ever happen, but here you were—her angel, healing every crack that ever settled within her chest with your love.

"Natty— my personal superhero, I love you too. I'd like to even say you are the best thing to have ever happened to me—oh gosh, please don't tell Kitty Baby I said that or I'm dead... Not entirely sure what I did to deserve you honey, but I do know that you rightfully hold my heart captive in your hands."

After a sweet set of pecks to her face Natasha suddenly deems the water temperature to be just right, and you let her, moving passed her rapidly falling tears. So the both of you hop in for a relaxing shower; tending perfectly to one another's needs all the while exchanging the sweetest of kisses in between movements.

—

Natasha decided to give your fragile heart a break, pulling up in her corvette stingray, even when all she wanted was to have your arms wrapped securely around her while she weaved through traffic just to get you to cling tighter.

"Where are we going?"

"My lips are sealed..."

"Natty..." You whine like a petulant child.

Natasha just giggled at your antics, playfully turning the music up to drown your whining out, and like normal settling her hand on your exposed thigh for the entirety of the ride.

You gave her an inquisitive look as she parked the car in the back of the lot. Wanting to keep you surprised as she has actually been planning this night for weeks. Natasha unfortunately has a mission next weekend which falls on your anniversary, or at least that's what she's about to tell you, so tonight is really just a mock up of what could be, or better, what's to come.

Against your pleads she'd placed a blindfold over your eyes then guided you with an arm wrapped around your waist towards the dinner joint, which was a place you'd always dreamed of going, but never had it within your budget. Natasha had promised to bring you here, it just never fit into the schedule, but now it did.

"Ta-da." She exaggeratedly whispers, untying the bandana then watching your face light up at the sign before the both of you.

"Natty! No freaking way..."

She pulled your excited form into her for a hug, kissing the side of your forehead before pulling you through the entrance of the Melting Pot. Natasha had reserved the table for two option, having left all the rest of the decision making up to you. The ambience of the restaurant was perfect, dimly lit, and just lively enough to let the both of you enjoy your meal in your happy bubble without it being awkward.

"So detka, what's the consensus?"

"Okay... So, Wisconsin Cheddar. Caesar Salad. Steak Lovers... Then, Smores!"

Natasha nods, stomach fluttering as she knows the steak lovers was definitely a nod to her, even when the date was truly meant for you.

Heart incredibly full as she saw your eyes light up once dipping the bread into the pot and apparently experiencing the 'coolest cheese pull' of your entire life.

"Hey, angel.."

"Hm?" You mumbled over the chocolate/marshmallow covered strawberry as you lifted your head up to look at her.

She chuckled at the sight of your messy face, thumb wiping the graham cracker crumbs from the corner of your lip, instinctually sucking them off before she continues talking.

"Well, tonight was a bit more important than I'd let on..."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, as you know, next weekend is our anniversary, but sadly Fury has assigned me a mission that same day..."

"Oh, Natty, it's no worries... I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to give you my heart. It's really cute that you planned today as a replacement though, I really appreciate it."

"No—not replacement, just a place holder until I get back. This place is cute and all, but it's not where I'm taking you for our one year..."

"Well, whatever it is you have planned, I can't wait... Everything you do is perfect."

Natasha was happy that you'd taken the news so well, and it makes her even more excited for the anniversary plans she's pulling together.

"I'm going to use the restroom before we head out." You abruptly announced, motives not lost upon your girlfriend.

"Nice try detka, but I already paid before we ever sat down..." She chuckles over her wine glass, and watches in amusement as you plop back down into your seat with your arms crossed over your chest and a pouting lip.

"No fair..."

"If you must, you can pay your half in kisses..." She offers as the both of you exit the establishment with your hands linked.

"Oh yeah? How many do I owe you then?"

"Well, with taxes, and the obvious inflation, I'd like to say one hundred kisses would suffice."

"Jeez, Nat please tell me this didn't actually cost you —."

You squeal as Natasha pushes you up against the hood of her car, cutting you off with a deep kiss, as is clearly her favorite pass time.

"I'll count that as five, leaving ninety five more to go moya lyubov'..." She laughs out boisterously while guiding you into the car then settling into the drivers side to take you home for a night full of cuddling.

—

Natasha woke up to find the bed was empty, well, more so lacking you because Liho and Kitty Baby were curled around each other in your designated spot to keep her company. Stroking the cats fur, receiving a purr in gratitude, and she smiles at the thought of your cats having grown so close to one another. With careful precision she managed to escape the bed so that they could be left in their serene bubble and also so that she could go pee, then she set off to find you.

As expected she found you were already working away in your office. The red light on the door indicating that you were in a private session with one of the youth's at the group home you worked for, so she couldn't enter.

Sighing in defeat she made her way to the kitchen instead, reheating the coffee you'd brewed and opening the fridge to find herself some breakfast. A smile takes over her face as she pulls the pre-made bowl of oatmeal from the fridge, throwing it in the microwave after pulling her mug out and reading the note.

'Good morning my sweets, sorry I couldn't cuddle you on your "day off," but I'm free to accompany you to the compound at say 10am? Please enjoy the nutritious breakfast I'd prepared, and yes, I did eat some.'

Natasha's quick to remove the food from the microwave when it beeps, pouring the brown sugar into the bowl, then topping it off with the prepared fruit. Moaning in satisfaction when she takes the first bite, having not realized how hungry she actually was, then a moment later she was groaning, hesitant in her movements as she pulled the green juice out of the fridge and read the secondary note.

'Don't you even try to pour this down the drain, because I'll know—drink up buttercup, you'll need your strength for your training... Can't wait to see you breaking a sweat (;.'

She lovingly rolls her eyes, then stands over the sink with her nose tightly clamped shut while she chugs the drink down in two gulps.

"That was disgusting." She visibly cringes.

"I'm glad you liked my smoothie darling." You giggle while walking in with your own empty dishes in your hand.

"I love you, but that's just going to have to be enough for you, because detka... That smoothie is quite literally liquid death."

"Okay Miss Drama Queen... Go get changed while I pack us some lunch."

It's funny actually, because if Natasha was left to her own devices she'd only "survive" off of coffee, peanut butter sandwiches and whatever unsavory snack she could get her hands on. It's exactly what she did before you, but now most day's she is provided with three well balanced meals, and energizing snacks to keep her going.

"Not until you pay off your debt." She chides, lips puckered, and ready for the pleasurable contact she now craves every morning.

"After last night I could've sworn I'd repaid my debt, but please tell me Natasha, how much do I still owe you?"

"Five, plus another five for doubting me, and another ten as a generous late fee... Move quickly, or you'll find it going up by the second"

You stare at her dumbfounded for a brief moment, then the next you're striding across the kitchen once she begins to count.

"21..22..23.."

For once it's you who cuts her off with your lips, choosing to settle for deep, intense kisses full of love, and only once your lungs burn do you separate from your lover's luscious lips.

"Now, are we even?"

"One more please, then yes.."

You laugh at her adorable plea, pecking her lips, then sending her a warning glare when she attempts to pull you back in for more.

"Go." ... "Fine."

—

The compound was relatively quiet, all the Avengers seemingly spending their day off elsewhere at the time. With your hand securely in hers Nat drags your body into the kitchen where you throw the prepared lunches into the fridge, a third one made for the only person you can actually call a friend around here.

"Y/N/N!!!"

"Wands!!!"

"I guess I'm no longer relevant here..."

"What are you two doing here?" Wanda asks, ignoring the grumbling assassin while jumping into your open arms and settling into your comforting embrace.

"Thought I'd join Natty for her gym session since I had an early day anyways, the kids are off on an outing, so most of their sessions got moved to tomorrow instead."

"Well, please do come find me when you're both free, we can have lunch together."

"Perfect, because I brought you some of my garlic chicken wild rice soup that you love." You yell back as a 'not-at-all-jealous' Natasha pulls you off in the direction of the gym.

—

Natasha was doing her stretches, and you were sat across from her on a mat attempting to mirror her movements when the doors were abruptly slammed open. Bucky walked by with a barely noticeable nod as he headed off towards the weights, while Steve lingered in the doorway observing you two. Natasha didn't fail to notice the way your demeanor changed so abruptly at the sight of the super soldiers.

Being near 'Captain America' himself made your skin crawl, the handful of solo experiences you had with him were more than enough to tell you he was bad news. It was also no secret that Steve hadn't taken it very well when he found out Natasha was seeing someone, and even more so when he found out it was you.

Initially you thought it was because you were an outsider, then you considered it might be because you were a woman since he was from the olden days. Eventually though it came back to where it always did with people like him. Whenever Nat was forced to be away from you while here he'd find a way to use it to his advantage, using your size as a talking point:

"Y/N, if you really want to make Natasha happy, then maybe meet me in the gym and I can whip you into shape,"

"I just don't see the appeal, just such an odd pairing you two are, doesn't it feel odd for you to be with her?,"

"You're just too much, but somehow also not enough, I don't get what she sees in you Y/N. Is it like an unfavorable fetish?"

His attempts to deter you from Natasha though aggressive never seemed to accomplish much. The words hurt, but it was nothing you weren't used to; you didn't want to be the reason there was dissension amongst the Earth's mightiest heroes, so you had decidedly kept it to yourself. Honestly, it was his glares whenever Nat was near you, or the judgmental stares whenever you were sharing a meal at the compound that really got to you.

You'd somehow learned to control your thoughts around Wanda, and convinced yourself that his words would 'roll right off your back.' No matter how much you'd thought it worked, it was obviously not the case since every piece of confidence Natasha had instilled in you over the year has all but faded away.

"Hey Nat." Steve greets with a beaming smile, completely overlooking you, and you shudder at the sound of his voice.

"Rogers." She curtly greets the irritating man, her attention rerouted back to stretching right away, but if she's being honest she's really just looking at you, and your sudden fallen face has her feeling rather uneasy.

Steve saw he lost—never had—her attention, then in pure pompous asshole fashion he turns his attention to you as well, and in what was the biggest mistake of his life he voices his thoughts.

"Hey there Y/N, I didn't see you there, which is obviously a bit shocking, I'd ought to get my eyesight checked huh?" He laughs out in greeting, Natasha's scowl deepening at the obvious slight, then rage is at the forefront of her mind when she sees you anxiously picking at the chub rub induced lint on your joggers.

"I'm glad to see you've finally taken my advice and made it into the gym, come on over and maybe I'll show you—."

Steve's head was promptly thrown to the left as Natasha's fist made contact with his jaw.

"What the actual fuck?"

"Why are you talking to Y/N? More specifically why are you talking to her like that?"

"Oh, Y/N and I have playful chats like these all the time." He snarks, voice dripping with faux friendliness, and your head falls once your lover turns to you for the confirmation.

"You! It's you that did this to her, all I did to convince her she was enough, that she wasn't too much for me and here you are secretly destroying her confidence..." Natasha seethes, pointer finger jabbing into his chest as the pieces continue to fall into place for her.

"It's not a crime to encourage someone to better themselves Natasha, and Y/N could definitely do to better herself, it's just a fact."

Natasha has a moment of deja vu hit her at his words. Waves of nausea roll through her at the realization that it was more than just backhanded, coded conversations, he was planting the specific thoughts in your mind.

"Natty, it's okay, let's just go..." You whispered, walking up from behind her and lightly tugging on her arm but she turns to you with an unrelenting expression, lightly softening only when she sees your embarrassed expression.

"Respectfully detka—no, I can't do that, because this is far from okay."

Natasha gently pats your cheek then turns back to the smug faced super soldier, hands firmly on his shoulders, repeatedly shoving him into the wall as the festering anger accompanies every word she says.

"Y/N has no need to listen to you, you fucking deranged asshole. She's a beautiful, and kind individual who literally devotes her time to helping others, and you have no right to make her feel any less than because you're jealous."

"Jealous of what Natasha?" He shouts, the bitter tone giving way to the obvious truth in her statements, shoving Natasha back a few inches when angrily puffing out his chest.

This insane, nearly comical urge to protect your more than capable lover takes over your body causing you to rush forward to shove him away from her, and he wastes no time in swinging his fist at you, but Natasha catches it and uses her hold on him to keep him still.

"Come on Y/N, show me what you're made of, I'd never hit a lady, but I'll gladly make an exception since you're built like a —."

Natasha—queen of cutoffs—Romanoff punches him in the jaw once more from the right, then again from the left, blood now trickling down his chin as the blows slammed his teeth closed around his tongue.

"Fuck you!" You shout out a bit late, decidedly standing up for yourself, allowing those overwhelming feelings of resentment take control after the many months of silence.

Boldly your fist connected with his gut, which in hindsight wasn't the best idea since it did hardly any damage to the soldier, and has left you in “serious” need of a trip to the med-bay.

"You know what, you two deserve each other. Of course the only person you would ever get would be the undesirable fat girl. I mean, after all, you're nothing more than a corrupted monster of a woman, a damaged piece of a—."

His venomous words through light laughter had you pissed off, so your foot having a mind of its own makes brutal contact with his crotch, Steve loudly groans at the impact that has him bending over in pain, cutting his words short.

Natasha then knees the man in the face as he keels over from your low blow, a loud cracking noise sounding off the walls of the compound gym. Her heel slams into his chest as he is teetering, digging it in even deeper as his burly body finally hits the mat, and she hovers over him while shouting.

"I didn't want you before her, I obviously don't want you now, and there will be no after her!"

"Natasha, you're making a mistake here, we could be everything together! The IT couple, the world would be far more accepting of us then they'd ever be of the two of you."

Natasha laughed maniacally at the man beneath her, stepping off his chest to instead box his arms in with her legs while replying to his pathetic backpedaling pleas.

"You might be right Rogers, but that doesn't make it right, and if we're being honest here I've never much cared for the world anyways. Y/N is the ideal partner, she's: kind, helpful, loving, beautiful, oh God is she beautiful, more importantly though she takes care of my heart, and has never thrown a trauma in my face."

She leans down with a devious smirk, hand gripping tightly onto his hair to yank him up before continuing on.

"Let's be clear here, you might be America's perfect golden boy, but I see right through you, your heart is made of stone, that's why we never would've worked. Y/N, well she's ten times the person you'll ever be, and contrary to your baseless belief system she's beautiful just as she is."

She concludes with a rough slam of his head to the floor, stepping away to collect her unpacked bag and then you. She approaches the door, looking back to see Bucky had helped the soldier up, a glint of happiness crosses over her eyes at the sight of the disheveled man. As she's swinging the door open she's also clearing her throat to address him one final time, not even sparing him another glance as she does.

"Hear me now Rogers, if you even so much as look at Y/N again I'll have no problem with ending you, and anyone else that you rally."

Natasha pulled you from the gym with urgency causing you to nearly trip over your own feet.

"Nat, honey, why don't you slow down..."

She pulled you into an empty meeting room, crumbling to the floor in the same instant that the door was slamming shut, and you were just as quick to pull her up and into your lap. Delicately cradling her head over your beating heart in the hopes of calming her back down. Then sending off a quick text to Wanda before using your other hand to lightly caress the warm skin beneath her shirt.

Her sobs were nothing short of heartbreaking, the cotton tee shirt you'd worn soaked through already as her tears sting your shoulder, bringing you to shed a few tears of your own as her anguish passes right on through you, and settles deep within your soul.

"Honey, we should talk about what just happened..." You manage to get out, holding yourself together as best you can.

Natasha's head shakes in the negative, hands gripping the hem of your shirt, tugging lightly but you redirect her by placing your hand over hers, refusing to let her bury herself in you.

"You're not a monster Natasha, please don't let that idiot put you back there."

"But I am..." She chokes out, body trembling with another fit of sobs and she rotates her body until she's straddling you, clinging to you like a koala, desperate as can be to be as close to you as possible.

"No, none of that honey, you will not speak of my Natty that way, so since you've been regretfully made to think otherwise, I'll remind you of exactly who you are..." Your dismissal is immediate, lips finding her temple to leave a lingering kiss.

"You're Natasha Romanoff aka the Black Widow, hero to the world, and an inspiration to so many little kids; you've dedicated your entire free life to fighting for a world that you truthfully owed nothing to, and you still don't. No matter what though you continue to show up for them, because you just care so much."

"I-I..." She stutters, not really sure what she wants to say, face instead burrowing further into the crook of your neck.

"That's okay my love, there's so much more. You are also Natalia Alianovna Romanova, the same frightened little girl who's childhood was ripped away from her, who above all else still somehow managed to live through a lifetime's worth of trauma and come out the other side. The fact that you're not cold hearted at this point shows just how good you really are, and we both know that monsters aren't good."

Her tears now directly falling against your neck, slowly trailing down your skin, and breaking your heart that much more as you push through.

"Monsters don't feel Natalia, they don't tremble in their lovers arms after fiercely coming to their defense. They don't have nightmares about the pain they've caused others, the same pain that was forced upon them. They don't spend every waking day taking care of everyone around them until they're collapsing into their bed at night without even so much as a complaint. Natasha, you are the furthest thing from a monster."

“Honey, look at me…” You coo, hands massaging her shoulders as you coax her to pull back, and once she does you lean in to kiss her trembling lips before continuing on.

"Most importantly to me though you're my Natty, the woman who approached me in a bar, stalked me through a diner, and who's saved me from myself countless times already, who's loved me beyond reason, and who I intend to spend loving for the rest of my days.”

“Really?? The rest of your days?” Her strained voice asks, if you weren’t so close you’d hardly have registered what she asked.

You chuckle at her question, nothing malicious, just finding it humorous that she’d ever doubt how desperately you love her too.

“Well yeah, thought it was obvious that you’re my endgame silly. Every morning without fail you wake me with face kisses, and then you are the one who holds me down most mornings just for five more minutes of cuddling and though I might grumble about it but deep down we both know I love it. You’re the one who fills my tank every Sunday, then returns with a crazy gas station gift just to make me laugh after a rough week. You respect my work, my space, and your love for me never wavers. I’d be a fools to let you go Natasha."

Her fingers twitch as they settle upon your cheeks to pull you in for a needy kiss, then she whispers against your lips: “Be mine…”

“I am.”

She pulls back to look into your eyes, nose nuzzling against yours while her fingers remain on your cheeks.

“No, Y/N, say you’ll be mine forever.”

Her words implications are not lost on you. They’re made clear to you by the sheer amount of desperation you see hiding within her iridescent eyes.

“Are you serious?”

Marriage is a massive next step, being the product of divorced parents yourself the topic is something you tread over lightly, and Natasha knows this.

However, you’ve also never loved anyone the way you love her, and you’ve never had anyone love you much the same; it’s really a no brainer.

“Of course I am… I even had this elaborate plan for next weekend, but I just can’t wait anymore, I went and got Mama Liz’s blessing, and the ring is back home in my gun safe, and you haven’t said yes yet, but I have so many plans for us detka, plans for a life worth living.”

“What about the mission?”

“It was the get Y/N to marry me mission…” She shyly mumbles, and you smile at the adorable woman sat atop your lap, the same one who’d just scarily beaten a man up in your defense less than thirty minutes ago.

“Well, I think we can say it’s a resounding mission accomplished…”

Natasha squeals, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck, and placing nonstop kisses to the entirety of your face as the excitement overwhelms her body. After the excitement settles though Natasha climbs off you, pulls a chair up, then reaches out to grab your hands.

“Detka… Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry Nat, but I didn’t want to make your life harder, you just love Avenging so much.”

“I love you far more.” She interrupts you, hands lightly tracing over your bruised knuckles, and her tears are falling once again.

“I’m fine Natty, I promise.”

“I’m supposed to protect you detka, and I can’t exactly do that if you don’t let me know what’s happening.”

“It’s just, it was nothing I couldn’t handle Nat.”

“You should never have to handle something like that detka, plus Steve is a pompous asshole who needed his face rearranged anyways.”

You giggle at her words, then there’s a rather loud screeching heard off in the distance. Natasha’s hold on your hands suddenly tightens at the mysterious occurrence, but then the door slams open to reveal a seemingly innocent Wanda with lunch in her hands.

“Do we even want to know?”

“Shh, just taking care of some business.” Wanda jests, winking your way before settling down to share a meal with her very best friends.

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Not even a week later are you stood in a city hall office in your dream wedding attire with your forever stood behind a set of doors you’re meant to walk through. City hall isn’t the most accommodating, but they did indulge you with the spotify playlist that queues you to enter, your wife to be did in fact save the city enough times to earn such privileges.

Natasha was wearing a gorgeous, white two piece suit with a red undershirt and a matching handkerchief with a nervous smile as she not so patiently waited for you to finally make your way to her.

The elevator like music traveled through the room to signal you, and Wanda—much to the civilian’s dismay—opened the doors for you with her red tendrils, and Natasha turned to face you with a rather bright smile. Mama Liz was stood at your side, frail as she may be there was no way she’d miss out on giving you away. With a sloppy kiss to both yours and Natasha’s cheeks she’s escorted off to the side by Clint.

“Alright ladies, we’ve already signed all the necessary paperwork, so now it’s time for you to exchange a few brief words.”

Natasha looked to you with eyes brimming with happy tears, and shaky hands that you immediately took into yours to ground her.

“Y/N, I never thought I’d find love, I’d honestly written it off, and so on a night when the world had become too much for me I set off in search of a reprieve, and I managed to find it with you. My beautiful angel, you captured my attention, then over the span of a year you’ve managed to take my battered heart into the palm of your hands and breathed new life into it. I love you Y/N Y/M/N Romanoff , and I can’t wait to call you my wife.”

“Natty, I want to thank you for stumbling into the bar that night, because you truly saved me. I’d been just going through the motions, living a life full of dread, and you just swept me off my feet—damn near literally, and every day with you since has been an adventure that has made my life worth living. I’m so ready to start this life with you, and I can’t wait to see where it takes us.”

Though the man was talking both of you were hardly even listening, stood across from one another as you silently anticipated sealing the deal, “I do” muttered in quick succession before Natasha pulled you in by the fabric of your clothing, and passionately slammed her lips to yours, kissing you like there was no tomorrow even though you were both literally here to set your collective future in stone.

Mama Liz, Wanda and Clint watched on with tears in their eyes, and Yelena stood there with an obvious mask on. Wands was actually against the whole “shotgun wedding,” having wanted to plan something more extravagant for her best friends, but now that she’s stood to the side as a witness she’s happy it all played out this way.

“Well that was disgusting…” Yelena whispered to the witch who responded with an elbow jab to the blondes ribs and a muffled sniffle.

The clearing of a throat reminds you that there was definitely still people present in the room. Also, that your slot time was definitely up, having taken the concept of brief and thrown it out the window. Natasha’s hold never wavers but you manage to pull back with a sheepish smile thrown to the man before your whisking your grumbling bride away from the “altar.”

“I was promised mac and cheese cups!” Yelena grumbles as the lot of you exit the city hall doors, and you chuckle to yourself at the blondes show of faux annoyance, having learned to see through the mask of an assassin rather quickly.

“Follow me then your highness, after all today is all about you.” You jest, reaching out for her hand and she graciously accepts it and begins to tug you off towards the car.

“Yes, finally someone who understands. Y/N Y/L/N, this is why you’re my very favorite.”

“Romanoff!!” Natasha corrects with a fixed glare, and you observe the devious smirk on the blondes face as the two of you walk ahead.

“Welcome to the family Y/N/N, I promise that I will protect you with my life.” Yelena suddenly says, hand squeezing yours before she’s ushering you into the car and placing your seatbelt into the lock for you.

“Thanks for having me Lena, I am lucky to have you as a sister. For you I promise to always have mac and cheese in my cabinets at the ready for your impromptu visits.”

“And hot sauce?”

“Of course…”

She smiles then nods before her mask is back up, and she’s shutting your door to return to teasing her sister, and you watch fondly from the car as their bickering turns physical and Clint and Wanda are working to break it up.

This is it, the life you’ve always wanted, with a family of banded together misfits to call your own.

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Footsteps could be heard in the otherwise quiet hallways of your house, they weren’t nearly as quiet as they thought they were. Turning in your chair you smirked as you noticed the sudden shadow beneath the door, so you finished off your mug, checked the time to see it’s currently 7pm, and shut your laptop down.

Today your sessions were purely on call since the holiday’s were nearing, and the children were indeed struggling with the concept of being displaced for the Christmas season.

This game you played was honestly your favorite, all the power was yours in this office, with the simple flick of your wrist you’re more than certain that door will be flying open. Relinquishing the power is easy though, so you do exactly that, the outside no longer blanketed in red, and the knob was instantly shaking.

“Oh my gosh, finally you’re done Mama!!!!! Mommy said you need to get your butt downstairs now because the fate of the Christmas cookies depends on it!” Avery, your five year old daughter shrieks.

“Yeah! Our house standing does too!” Sam, your four year old son deadpans, and you fight back the loud laugh at his not so subtle dig.

“Alrighty you two, out of mama’s office.”

They stare at you challengingly, and you roll your eyes at their antics before abruptly lifting them up and then flipping them upside down. With careful steps you carry the both of your giggling children down the stairs while your hands occasionally dig into their sides. Natasha’s head shifts from the babbling infant in her arms to lovingly watch the way that you toss the tiny bodies onto the couch.

“Again!” Sam shrieks, and Avery is quick to agree with her brother, but all you do is ruffle their hair and deny their pleas.

“These cookies won’t be ready for Rudolph if I don’t get started now, how about you to go get ready for movie night, first one down gets the first cookie.”

The kids take off up the stairs, and you take that as your queue to enter the kitchen, putting your “Kiss the Chef” apron on, and your wife jumps at the opportunity to press her lips to yours. After she’s gotten her fix she pulls back with a pleased sigh, and you meet the eyes of your youngest daughter who immediately smiles up at you.

“Look at mama’s perfect smiling baby, I just wanna pinch your chubby little cheeks…”

“Hey… If I knew starting a family meant I’d lose all your attention I would’ve never agreed to it.” She grumbles in playful regret, as if adopting the three siblings wasn’t her idea to begin with, not that you weren’t right there behind her though.

“How could you say no to this face, huh?” You baby talk while scooping Eliza from your wife’s arms and move to make the batter.

“I couldn’t…” She relents, then follows your form around the kitchen like a lost puppy, leaning against your back as you stir the ingredients up in the bowl with one hand.

“Exactly…”

“Can you believe it detka? Our first Christmas as a family… We’ve come so far.”

“Yeah, just three years ago I was a single woman working in a bar, and now I’m a married mother of three making Christmas cookies with my clingy wife.” You tease.

“Give me my baby back, I’m leaving.”

You hold the baby up high, causing her to giggle at the obvious nonsense taking place, agreeing only to pass her along in exchange for a kiss. Natasha then leaves you to it, settling on the couch to play with the lively baby, and you sneak a peek in to see your perfectly crafted family all snuggled up together on the couch, and your heart warms at the sight of your wildest dreams come true.

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Please be kind to yourself, and to me too because well I’m sensitive and tired 🤪

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formula1shot · 11 months

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You found me.

Lost and insecure

You found me, you found me

Lyin' on the floor

Surrounded, surrounded

Why'd you have to wait?

Where were you? Where were you?

Just a little late

You found me, you found me

The light is shining through the window of your once shared apartment, little particles floating in the ray of sunshine which is now arrogantly entering the room as if it was desperately trying to reach your skin to make sure you are actually okay. You are sitting on your bathroom floor, you've just threw up for the second time today and you are now blankly staring at the wall in front of you, knees tied to your chest while your breath tries to match the pace of your heart, alternating between a wild race and a slow walk. You've also been crying for the past three days so your whole face is swollen, you don't even know how you are actually looking since no mirror has lately crossed your path and you clearly do not want it to happen.

His words are still clear and loud, echoing in your ears as if they were some sort of ancient torture, punishing you at every single shot.

"You don't understand."

"You've been repeating this sentence over and over again in the past days, it seems that my grade of ignorance is unbearable since I seem to not understand any single fuck you've been telling me."

"Yeah, it seems so. Maybe because you always feel the urge to underline the fact that it's not as I'm saying and that you know better. Oh you always know better than anyone else."

"That's not true!" you were basically screaming at each other in your living room, windows shut down and gentle candlelight caressing the walls. The setting was way nicer than the show itself.

"You see? Everyone's wrong. Only you know the truth. Right?"

"Of course not!"

"Yeah sure." he almost ran to your bedroom where his luggage was waiting for him, ready to be taken to his next race weekend. He was supposed to be leaving on the next morning but he started to frenetically searching for what he had still left behind as if he did not want to spend any second more there. You gulped and your voice stopped in your throat, making you swallow hard. Then he paused and looked at you, his eyes had never been so dark. He hadn't been looking at you for almost the whole conversation and it felt now both a relief and a curse to be looked at that way.

"I honestly don't know why it took me so long to realize it."

"To realize what?" your voice could barely be heard but he heard you well. Your pulse was faster now and you could tell you were about to collapse to the ground.

"That I don't need you."

There it was, the final slap. You stood still and he left. He just left without even glancing once more, without even asking, without even thinking about staying 5 minutes more to make sure you would have been fine.

You sigh as your heart keeps pounding, reminding you to breathe every once in a while if you want it to keep beating. You mentally curse at yourself to have let this memory come to surface when you at least needed it. But you can't help it. You can't even help the waterfalls rushing down your cheeks now, you can't help almost screaming in pain as you remember the look on his face the very moment he decided he had enough. Enough of you and your shit. You also have enough of yourself in this very moment as you close your eyes to let your pain rest for a moment.

Your eyes still are closed but your ears are active enough to hear sounds coming from the door. You keep your eyes shut, not even caring about a theft coming in and steal all your stuff. You already lost the most precious one, after all, you don't fucking care if someone sneaks in and take anything you have left. There are voices out there but no thoughts about this situation are making sense right now so you just let it happen, slowly abandoning yourself to the disgusting feeling growing in the pit of your stomach which makes you swallow and brings you back to your numbness. You are about to faint again when you hear someone, many someones in fact, screaming your name but only one hits you hard. He keeps calling you and you have no strength left to answer, to tell him that you are there, that you need him. Loud footsteps are going everywhere in your apartment but there where you're laying, tears now almost choking you as you keep hearing him looking for you. And then he finds you. As he found you 8 years ago, sitting in the corner of a crowded room, sipping on your gin tonic, hoping to not be noticed. But he noticed and you are now grateful that he did back then.

"Oh my God!" he runs to you and kneels down by your side, caressing your face, trying to wipe away the tears that are not letting you take the sight of him in. He takes your hands in his, squeezing them gently.

"Lewis." you release it as a whisper.

"I am here." he let it out as the surest of things before taking you in his arms, carrying you to the bed, firmly holding onto you as he lays you down on the soft mattress.

"How are you?" you slowly open your eyes and finally meet his. They are black, big and worried.

"Why are you here?" he sighs.

"I want to know how are you. I.. you.. I mean I am scared." you close your eyes and breathe all his scent in, trying to recollect enough strength to stay awake and talk to him. If he was to disappear again you want to make sure that he absolutely knows everything.

"I am sick. Sick of myself and what happened. I am sick I lost you, that it was my fault and that you now are tired of me, of my shitty self and my insecurities. I am really sick that I made you hate me while I love you with all I have and that I am." you finish your sentence as you start crying again, not even trying to hide how unbearable it is for you to admit that you lost him by your hand. His expression changes, it becomes anxious, sad and he looks extremely broken in this very moment. He takes your face into his hands and makes you look at him straight into his eyes.

"Listen, I am sorry. Like I'm not just sorry but fucking sorry. I did not mean to hurt you like this, I mean, I wanted to get some points straight but not this way. You did not deserve this and when you did not reply back.. I.. I really.." his voice cracks and he just loses it. His head falls on your chest and you can feel his tears falling on your shirt. Your hands are shaking but manage to reach his back and starting rubbing it gently.

"Why did you come here today? I heard someone with you."

"I've called you this afternoon and you did not answer. I thought I deserved it after all but when I called once again a couple of hours later you did not answer anyway nor you did the other ten times I've tried. I called the janitor and they told me you hadn't left the apartment all day long, I called your friends, no one could reach you and at that point I don't even know if I was still thinking properly, I just needed to find you and I would have done anything."

Your grip on his back tightens, hands almost soaking into the skin of his soft arms. He looks at you and comes a little closer to your face.

"So.. what are we doing right now? I mean, are you leaving again?" you are cautious, scared that he might pull away and tell you that you did not understand anything he said, once again.

"Those words you said before.. they were awful but this is how I made you feel so I am the one to blame. But, please, don't you ever think again they I might hate you because you.. you are just.. you fit me in every single way and I don't want to risk losing you ever again."

You begin tracing each part of his face with your fingertips starting from his chin then going up to the cheek, reaching out to his lips which are slightly apart just enough for you to get closer and caressing them with yours, trembling with each movement, still afraid that he might fade away any second.

"I love you. I am sorry I was an asshole, I said the biggest bullshit of my life because you are actually the only thing that I need."

"Are you sure?"

"I am. I thought I had lost you forever today and I.." he shakes his head and fill the gap between your mouths. He's desperate, angry, hungry and madly sorry. His hands wander everywhere on your body just to make sure that you are still there with him, for him and that he did not hurt you enough to push him away from you. But you are far away from that.

His body is warm against yours, you can feel his heart beating against your back, skin smooth against yours as he keeps touching your hip, rubbing your neck with his nose which is causing shivers going up and down your spine. You let out a loud sigh and finally smile, feeling his hand reaching your face to make you turn toward him. Your eyes meet and it feels like forever since last time you've actually enjoyed this view and he can tell the same since he really cannot get enough of being lost in you in every single way.

"I don't remember if I told you that I love you and I was an asshole."

"You've been screaming a lot of things before and.. yeah, I got the message."

He smiles and keeps staring at your lips.

"I love you." you whisper it on his mouth as he's already kissing you again

#formula 1 one shot #f1 one shot #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton x reader

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a-very-tired-raven · 11 months

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OKAY, FINALLY, THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!! Welcome, my Grills, Dills, and Nonbinary Eels, to my pride art event!

This is how its all gonna go down! Im going to be doing a pride drawing, of my Oc Ameryllis. Due to some of you wanting to help out in some way, I'll be accepting your OWN drawings of him.

This will go up untill the 18th, which gives you all about a week to submit them.

All references I have of Ameryllis will be posted below, along with text descriptions because my handwriting is shit lmao. You do NOT have to participate if you dont want to.

Also, drawing your own ocs with him is welcome! I dont care what your drawings are, as long as they involve my fruity child. Feel free to ask any questions if needed!!! Also, buckle up, this is a long post. Alrighty *cracks fingers one at a time* Here we go!

A small description of Ameryllis to help get into his character: He was orginally my dolortale metta. Hes long since became his own character(though i may still use him as his orginal role), and i have unfortunately lost his metta design.

Anywho, Ameryllis represents the stage of acceptance in the stages of grief, hence the flowers hes named after. He has a GREAT love for theater, and uses this to help the undergound cope. He might seem stuck up and arrogant at glance, but this isnt the case. Though its incredibly hard to crack open his shell and see the real him. At first, hes a little cold, and hardly ever smiles, this making him hard to read as his emotions are very subtle, though his smug and dramatic demeanor shines through anyhow. Once you get to know him better, you'll find him showing that ever so slight smile more often, and youll see that hes really a total sweetheart, even if he has trouble showing it.( TSUNDERE). Even so hes very much a bitch, one that takes pride in how he dresses, and knows how to appreciate himself. ENOUGH OF THAT, BACK TO THE REFFS!!!!

Description: a large drawing of Ameryllis. There are notes above and beside. The notes are:

•The shorter hair on his left has a splityed part, resembling a triangle or curve.

• Permanent blush across Cheeks and Nose.

• Nose has slight darker color/highlight

• Freckles go across face, and above left brow, and go down the neck in a tight line before spreading a little.

• Cross earring.

Description: A large group of Ameryllis drawings, in the middle is an Outfit description labled 'Fit Check!' Notes surrounding these clothes follow:

• An arrow pointing to a yellow undershirt. The only thing visible when the shirt is worn are the classic puffy sleeves.

• An arrow pointing at a pair of black dress pants, with pockets in the back. To the right id an arrow pointing at a black hair tie.

• The unmarked clothing consists of a back tie/bow, a black cross earring, and a purple vest.

Description 1: Four upclose pictures of Ameryllis sketches. The first features Ameryllis tilting his head in a sly manner, with a grin, showing off a new look, which involves his hair somehow being even more curly then usual. Hes also replying to somehow not shown, saying "What else can I say? I like it~"

Description 2: The second sketch consists of Ameryllis saying his lines on stage, prefroming one of his plays or musicals. While his lines are blurred, his hair is tied for once.

Description 3: A drawing of Ameryllis. His facial expression has him looking in some sort of frustration. Nothing else is shown, so its not clear on if hes pissed at someone, or just done with everything. His hair is clipped into some sort of bun, with some hair hanging lose.

Description 4: A drawing of Ameryllis making a wry comment in mockery to someone not shown. The comment happens to be "Thats just too bad~". He has a pouty expression, seeming to be taunting someone.

Description: A Chibi drawing of Ameryllis.

Description: Two drawings of Ameryllis. The first features said character portraying an unapologetic manner, despite both shrugging and his words. His usual orange eye, is now red in an artistic choice, trying to convay that whoever he was speaking to is looking at someone dangerous. He has a sly grin while saying 'Opps~' which is implying he did something to someone in a ruthless manner.

The second drawing features a side profile of Ameryllis.

(1/2) I will reblog this in just a moment with a couple more drawings, along with the picrew i made his design in so you have a color pallet.

#talon.scribbles #Ameryllis #dolortale #covencalls

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spadecentral · 1 year

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🌟 Lucky Stars | Jade Leech x Reader

>> requested: yes, by @twistedchatterbox >> a/n: none

>> masterlist: 400 fllr. special , here!! >> summary: your lucky stars were there when you needed them most >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): none

You’ve always wanted to kiss Jade underneath the stars. He was already beautiful, but you thought that him under the light of the stars would be a gorgeous sight. The way his cunning eyes would reflect those shimmering lights… ah, how perfect he would look.

And yet, you never could get him out to see the stars. No matter how much you tried, he was always exhausted and sore from climbing the mountains in order to find new mushrooms. But this time you were determined.

“Jade!” you caught up to him just as he was about to leave for his afternoon hike.

“Hm?” turning around, he saw you out of breath, holding your hands on your thighs to keep yourself upright. “Did I forget to give you your afternoon kiss before I went out?”

You blushed, “Well yes, but–”

“Then let’s fix that,” Jade smirked as he lifted your chin. As he kissed you, you almost forgot what you were there for. Jade’s kisses seemed to do that, to make you forget everything. “Better?”

“Mhm! But also, uh–” well shit. You hadn’t planned this far. “Do you think we could go camping tonight?”

Jade seemed to think for a moment. He already knew what he was going to answer with, but he wanted it to seem like he was really thoroughly thinking about it. “Sure.”

“Excellent! I have some tents in my room and we can set those up and–”

Jade shut you up with another kiss. “Let’s go pack, then.”

Walking into the forest, Jade helped you set up camp. By the time the two of you were done, the sun was setting and glaring into your eyes.

“Can we eat dinner in the field over there?” you gestured over to a pasture through the trees.

“After we make dinner, yes.” Jade smiled, pulling out his flint and steel and a small cauldron to cook a stew in.

You didn’t realize how many ingredients Jade had packed until you saw him take them out one by one. It seemed like he had packed a million in a little tiny bag.

After Jade finished cooking, he served a bowl for both you and himself.

“C’mon, Jade!” you smiled, grabbing his hand after taking your bowl. “Let's go!”

The grass tickled your legs as you sat down in it, pulling out a spoon. It had gotten much darker, and now you got to see Jade in the starlight.

Taking your first bite of the soup, the flavors instantly melted in your mouth. You didn’t mind how hot it was either, it was too good to not burn your tongue.

“Jade, this is wonderfu…” as you turned to look at your boyfriend, you were awestruck by his beauty. You were right, the way the light from the stars hit him was just right.

“Hm?” he was already looking at you, not taking his gaze away.

“Nothing, I’ve just always wanted to come here with you.” you smiled, leaning toward him and kissing him under the stars. You supposed that your lucky stars were shining brightly that night.

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curiouser--and--curiouser · 2 years

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Staring into the Flames

Ashton Greymoore x Reader

Summary: Ashton loses his shit when you get injured.

Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, gender-neutral pronouns, raging Ashton, injured!reader.

Warnings: swearing, violence, descriptions of injuries.

Word Count: 3.8k words

A/N: Time for some Critical Role content, because I'm a raging nerd. And I'm in love with Taliesin Jaffe. God, all his characters give me such gender envy! Also, for context, this is written in the wake of c3e33, so I need comfort from the trauma 😭 Anyway, enjoy my beautiful punk rock babe <3

Watching Ashton Greymoore have emotions was one of your favourite things to do.

Sounds strange, I know – borderline creepy maybe – but you just found him so fascinating. Everything Ashton would ever do was based entirely off impulse. He wanted to steal some random arcane item he knew he would never use? Done. Rile up that complete stranger just because they didn’t like their hat? Did it last Tuesday. Take you off on a completely random unplanned date right to the top of the Lantern spire just because they wanted to? Absolutely.

All these impulse actions were based off impulse thoughts and impulse emotions; emotions that he feels so fucking strongly. I mean, just look at the destructive power his anger and rage can bring upon his foes in a fight (you do look, you look very hard…). Their feelings swirl like the kaleidoscope shining from their head, and you found it simply hypnotising to watch those feelings spread across his body. You could watch the cogs turn in Ashton’s brain for hours, seeing each new emotion spread across his body like lava.

One of your favourites was the slow realisation that you had stolen permanently borrowed something of theirs: a certain red and black jacket, perhaps. They would be rummaging around their room, thinking they’ve gone mad because they could swear they left it right here. Evidently they were too dead asleep that morning to notice you slipping out of the bedroom, the jacket claimed for yourself. Eventually, he would come bounding into the main room of the Crook House, finding Milo tinkering away at their latest project, and you lounging in a chair wearing his most prized item of clothing. It would take a minute for him to even notice what you were wearing. “Y/N, where in the fuck is my j-“. There we go. You got to sit back and enjoy as the realisation of your thievery spread through his body like a wave on the shore, every one of his stance and posture and facial expressions each slowly changing down throughout him. It was captivating. Although not for too long as soon a smirk rose to Ashton’s face before they were barrelling at you, you both tumbling onto the floor in a mock fight to win the grand prize of the jacket, as Milo looked on with a smile and a shake of their head at these idiots in love.

Oh yeah, in love. So in love. Which thankfully was reciprocated on both ends. It had, in fact, been your staring that had helped get you together. Subtly wasn’t your strong suit - sure you could sneak into Ashton’s room silent and assassin-like without him noticing, but you weren’t as skilled at hiding how much you just stared at him, getting lost in every single part of the earth genasi. And… they noticed. Luckily, Ashton had also been pretty enraptured by you over the past couple of weeks, meeting pretty frequently on jobs as both colleagues and rivals. So, Ashton’s impulses being Ashton’s impulses, they walked right up to you after one of said jobs and asked you out right on the spot.

“Angel, I could feel your eyes on me for the last three hours, wanna go get a drink so I can return the favour?”

Of course, you said yes, and from then on you have been pretty much inseparable. You now lived at the Crook House and could now stare all you liked. And so could he. He really did. God he’d do anything for you. You were the best thing to have come into his life and he was not about to let you go any time soon.

Definitely not today.

Today, you two, for once, weren’t together; you had some things to buy in the market and Ashton had to go for one of their many strange meetings with Jiana Hexum. So, you walked through Elder’s Post, pushing through the hordes of tradespeople and customers alike, keeping your coin purse close to your side away from any thieves lurking. You had already picked up some food for the household plus some bits and pieces of metal Milo wanted for Fresh Cut Grass’s repairs, and then you moved onto the trickier task: healing potions. They were pretty essential, especially given how much you two got hurt on jobs, particularly Ashton - gods, he got beaten up a lot - and, sure, you could ask FCG for help, but you didn’t want to overwork them. Sadly, your group weren’t exactly rolling in cash so, shall we say, less reputable vendors of potions had to be your main source.

This included one particularly awful man, Rackoth. He was a leering, lecherous man, spindly and towering over most people. He was also a swindler with prices way too high for substandard potions at best. Both you and Ashton had had run-ins with him in the past and nearly none of them ended well. Unfortunately, all your other sellers were out and you were in a bind - FCG was undergoing some internal repairs with Milo at the moment, and so was largely out of action. Hence, you had to grit your teeth and bare Rackoth and his usual ways. His sunken, hollow eyes bore into your soul as he offered up some wildly off-colour “healing potions” at some astronomical price. Usually, you would try to keep your cool and try in earnest to haggle him down, but after one too many not at all innocent placements of his bony hands on your waist, you had had enough. You smacked his hand out the way hard and snapped back at him, calling him out on his extortionate business (and maybe also insulting his mother in Deep Speech - honestly, you can’t quite remember, it was all a blur). Suddenly, you felt a burn across your cheek as Rackoth punched you with a force you never expected from the scrawny man. You stumbled back in shock, but he launched forward to meet you, gripping you by the neck. You could feel his jagged nails biting at your skin as he roared at you to never return to his shop again, throwing you down onto the ground after he was done. The customers around you all gave strange looks as you picked yourself and your belongings up, no healing potions in hand, and carried your hurt pride home with you to the Crook House.

Mercifully, you found the house to be still and silent when you arrived. You were safe in your own home at last. The adrenaline of the altercation wore off and a few tears fell from your eyes. As you wiped them away, you noticed blood smeared across your fingers, from your injuries presumably, so you trudged your way with a sigh into your and Ashton’s room to clean yourself up. You passed a mirror as you walked down the hall, finally seeing the extent of your injuries with a groan: thick red blood dripped down the side of your face, matting your hair, and purple was starting to bloom around your eye from the punch. You winced as you lifted your chin seeing more purple marks at the top of your neck along with five punctures to your skin from Rackoth’s nails leaking a small trail of blood. With a turn, you saw the muddied and scuffed back of your jacket from your fall and emitted a groan in pain as you turned slightly too far. Your back would be black and blue in the morning thanks to your impact onto the cold stone ground. Honestly, you’ve looked better.

Gritting your teeth, you collected your strength and pushed on into your bedroom, but almost screamed as you were met by the sight of your partner sprawled on the bed counting coins from a leather pouch. He wasn’t meant to be back yet.

“Hey, Angel, you’ll never guess the fucking bonus we got from Jiana for that extra information. She was fucking thrilled-“. Ashton stopped as his eyes fell on you.

In any other circumstances, this would’ve been a beautiful show.

The swirling colours in the glass in Ashton’s head seemed to almost speed up and spark out as their mind processed your injured form before them. He blinked slowly as his piercing eyes scanned over you, searching for the answer… there. His beaming smile dropped into one of concern as his eyes widened to the size of saucers. He breathed out a quiet “what the fuck?” in disbelief, before he suddenly took off, scrambling off the bed with zero coordination, but zero care for anything except you. Ashton stood on (and probably broke) most of their belongings as they ran over to you, immediately bringing his firm, calloused hands to your body as he checked you over. His eyes burnt a hole through your clothes with their intensity as he examined every single part of your body for more injuries - worry was the only emotion in him now. Ashton’s searing gaze on your body was usually a very good feeling, but you could see the bubbling anger low in him.

“Hey, Ash, I’m not dying!” You said with a pitiful attempt at a chuckle, trying to laugh off your injuries and put your boyfriend at ease. “I’m okay, really.” He clearly didn’t believe you as his roaming stare continued, logging in his mind everything he saw. His finger and thumb gripped your chin as he brought it up, inspecting the bruising to your neck, breathing out in disbelief. Rising their gaze to your face, Ashton gently prodded the bloody wound on your head with shaking hands. You pulled back slightly with a hiss of pain and that anger in him rose. Someone had hurt you. Red leaked into his eyes like a poison as they narrowed and focused on your own, still brimming with unshed tears. Already impossibly close, he took a step forward, towering over you, noses almost touching and hands coming back to your face. The delicate way he cradled your face in his large hands almost shocked you, the softness of his movements contrasting his hard, rocky palms. One thumb gently brushed away a stray tear on your cheek, both hands trembling as they grasped onto you.

“Who did this to you?” Ashton spoke so softly so that no one but you could here, but with so much menace for whoever the fuck thought they could touch you. Any attempt at him concealing his anger failed as it seeped through every pore in his body, every cell almost vibrating independently, ready for a fight.

“Ashton, really, it’s ok,” you counter again, trying to calm that fury in them that made you love them so much.

“No, it’s fucking not, who was it?”

“Ashton, it’s really not important-“

“Y/N.” He was firm. Final. You sighed before looking down slightly in defeat.

“Rackoth,” you breathed out.

“What. The Fuck. Did he do?” Ashton enunciated every single word, so slowly, so precise.

You stumbled over your words for a minute as you felt his gaze on you. He did deserve to know. That and the tiredness in your soul made all the words come tumbling out.

“I was getting healing potions because you’ve got that big job for Hexum coming up, and Milo is working on FCG and - shit! Letters needs a break sometimes! – but all our usual guys were out so I had to go to Rackoth. But that bastard stuck his prices up again. And they barely looked like healing potions - fuck me, Ashton, our bath water has more healing properties than that shit! And I was just so pissed off and. And... h-h-he had his hand on my waist and I just wanted to rip my skin off so I pushed him off and shouted at him and his potions and maybe his mother in Deep Speech? So he punched me. And grabbed my neck. And through me down. So yeah…” You stood in silence for a few seconds, taking a breath after your outburst, before you raised your head again to watch Ashton…

Now, here came the rage.

Ashton’s back straightened to an even higher height than before; every bone in their body tensed into a sharp point with their fists, now by their side, clenching, nearly popping joints. Their teeth clacked together in a bite, bared and ready to rip the throat out of the culprit of this heinous crime. The mesmerising colours beneath the glass in his skull seemed to swirl faster, getting brighter and brighter, threatening to violently burst free into chaos. The anger was white hot now, bleeding from his eyes and dripping down every tort muscle to a pool at his feet. A deep snarl sounded at the back of their throat, animalistic and ready to hunt.

“That piece of shit,” Ashton yelled out incredulously. “Fuck! That lanky piece of shit! That fucker’s going down!“ They had never sounded so serious in all their life. And so you needed to take action.

“Ashton. Babe! It’s okay, just leave him he’s not worth it.” Yet, it was not okay, and he was not paying attention. Like a flash, Ashton was at the bedroom door and screaming out.

“Oi, Grass! Grass! Where the shit are you?”

“They’re powered down. Ashton, don’t worry-“

“Argh, fuck!” they shouted, now moving at pace throughout your shared room. Trinkets and knickknacks alike were tossed around - no, thrown around - as Ashton scrambled from place to place at lightning speed, searching for something unknown. He grunted as he rummaged even further; you simply stood in the centre of the room, slightly startled by your partner’s sudden burst of movement. Eventually, with a cheer of triumph, from under a pile of multicoloured fabric he pulled out a slightly dusty red vial. Despite the slight discolouration, it was clearly a healing potion long forgotten and Ashton was soon back in front of you, pulling the cork out.

“Wait, no, I don’t need that,” you protested, “Ashton, you need these a lot more than I-“. You were cut off by Ashton shoving the neck of the bottle right into your mouth mid-sentence. The glass clinked against your teeth at the force as Ashton tipped the bottom of the bottle up, pouring the entire potion down your neck. You gagged as the bitter liquid hit the back of your throat. For all the difficulty of drinking the healing potion, it did thankfully begin to help you, like water refreshing you after wandering the dessert for a month. A dull ache passed through each of your injuries as the skin started to knit back together, eventually leaving no trace of ever tarnishing you but the now drying blood. You spent maybe five seconds checking over your body and by the time you looked up again, Ashton already had his trusty glass hammer clutched tightly in his hand. You had one last chance to stop him.

“Ashton, please, just stay here with me. You kill him and you’ll get caught and then gods know what will happen to you!” You pleaded to them, grabbing their arm, not wanting any more trouble for the day.

“Angel, I regret to inform you that I honestly don’t give a fuck,” Ashton growled lowly. “If that bitch thinks he can touch you and get away with it, he’s got another fucking thing coming.” He grasped the side of your head softly again, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be back soon,” he whispered and rose to place an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on your forehead, before sprinting out of the room, one mission on his mind.

And there you were left, alone, staring off at the space your sparking barbarian once stood.

Even in times like this, he was beautiful to watch.

A singular tear rose in your eyes and fell as your exhaustion battled with new anxiety for Ashton’s safety. Of course you enjoyed your mountain of a boyfriend sweeping in to beat down those who had wronged you – I mean, who wouldn’t? – but your dear Ashton also had a tendency of not being the subtlest creature in the world. Sure his mystic colourful powers could occasionally let him pass through like a ghost, but not always. Frequently, they could be found in a fight, on the run from a fight, or on their arse thrown out for being in a fight. But they were just silly bar fights; this was personal. You just didn’t want him in trouble and it would bite away at you until he was back in your arms, safe.

However, predictably, exhaustion won out and you soon fought yourself flat out on the bed, still caked in your own blood, but no energy in your waking spirit to clean yourself up.

The next – how long had it been? – was spent in a daze, maybe sleeping, maybe just staring off, disassociating from the stresses of the day. Until Ashton emerged back through your door with a slam, sprayed slightly with blood that did not look like his own. You didn’t raise your head from the pillow, still waking from your haze, but you watched through glassy eyes as Ashton quietly placed down his trusty hammer in the corner of the room, slipped off his boots and padded over to you. He gently perched on the side of the bed and reached a calloused hand down to stroke your hair. His fingers were so tender and threaded through, caressing your scalp, almost sending you back to sleep. Gazing up at them, you saw the same intensity as before flooding their eyes, but this time the rage was gone, now replaced with so much love. Everything Ashton did carried that fire, that passion, but it always moulded itself into new shapes and forms, sometimes surprising even you. That’s probably what drew you too him, that fire, always burning bright out of every pore on his tough skin; no matter what he did or felt, it was always with such ferocious and intensity that you couldn’t look away, only stare further into the flames. But they never burnt you. They caressed you, held you, protected you at all costs. Not always in the safest of ways, but the intention was good and pure.

Ashton softly smiled at you and, without looking, reached back to find a (vaguely) clean cloth and started to dab at the dried blood along the side of your face. You stayed perfectly still, letting him work, enjoying this rarely seen quiet Ashton. They cleaned you up surprisingly well despite this not being their forte, moving from your face down to the marks on your neck, doing their slightly clumsy best, trying to remember the kinds of actions FCG would perform when in cleric-mode.

When all the dark red streaks had gone from upon your skin, Ashton placed down the cloth, but kept their hand cupped around your face. You threaded your own fingers with his and looked up.

“You get him?” you whispered.

“Yeah, I got him,” Ashton replied, just as softly.

A rush of emotions took over you all of a sudden: the relief that that fucking man who touched you so horribly had been dealt with, the pain of your whole bloody ordeal, the adoration you felt for your soft punk rock who cared for you so well, even in the ways he was not as accustomed to. You choked, more hot tears running down your cheeks. Ashton immediately bundled you up into their strong arms and held you in a tight hug against his chest.

“Aww fuck, Angel. Okay, okay, come here,” they cooed into your ear as your cries muffled into the leather of their jacket. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” And you believed every word of it. You grasped onto them like a lifeline with heavy and shaking breaths as you slowly pulled yourself back from the brink with his help.

“You okay now?” Ashton asked after a while and you nodded looking up through your eyelashes from your place on his lap.

“Shit, I’m sorry did that, Y/N. Fuck, I was just so fucking angry! I don’t care about a lot of things, but, goddamn, I care a lot about you. And I never wanna to see you like that again. I’ll do anything to make sure you don’t.” Ashton poured his heart out to you, his brutal honestly always hitting you right in the heart. You sat up and pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed as you gripped onto each other like you were the last things left in Exandria. The kiss deepened as your tongues slid across each other, tracing the other’s lips and swallowing their sighs. You pulled away for breath, but remained trapped in Ashton’s warm grasp, as he continued his assault of kisses over your cheeks. They came to rest soon, forehead pressed together with yours, soft eyes staring into yours in peace.

“Fuck, I love you, Angel,” Ashton murmured, his love and devotion towards you on display for all the world to see.

“I love you too, Ash,” you whispered back with a beaming smile. Ashton gave you one more quick peck before he shifted his position, lying down on the bed with you remaining on top of him, still encased in his arms. You both laid there in silence, listening to the other’s heartbeat, until Ashton spoke, brushing the hair out of your eyes.

“What was that you said before about Deep Speech?” they asked and you giggled at his curiosity.

“I may or may not have insulted Rackoth’s mother… in Deep Speech,” you admitted shyly as Ashton’s eyes widened.

“That’s so cool. Wait, how do you know Deep Speech? Who are you?” they marvelled at your admission as you sniggered. “What did you say? Like in Deep Speech.” You repeated the deep grinding growls you had shouted at Rackoth and your partner’s jaw dropped.

“Okay, that’s hot, please talk to me more in Deep Speech,” you laughed out loud at Ashton’s antics (and remembered that information for later…). “I wish I’d brought you with me now. It was fucking great seeing him scared. Shit, I robbed you of your revenge quest, didn’t I?” Ashton carried on rambling, clearly having enjoyed being your knight in shining armour. Note to self: ask them later what they actually did to Rackoth…

“I swear to the gods if you said ‘Smiley fuckin’ day!’ just before knocking him out, I’m breaking up with you,” you joked. Ashton held a hand to his heart in mock hurt and tickled you away from your non-injured body parts as you cackled.

Your old friend exhaustion soon popped back up again as you let out a yawn, burrowing yourself further into Ashton’s body, nuzzling into his neck. His arms hugged you closer.

“Get some rest, love, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You took their advice, letting your dreams overtake you, staring at the one you loved most until your eyes eventually closed.

Ashton would protect you. They always will. Come what may.

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Donna Beneviento long lost child au part 3

Alright, mama Donna for the win! Let’s get into it!

You moved into Beneviento Manor (With what little possessions you owned) after you had a chance to meet your mama.

She was so excited. Her dark eyes glittered with joy as you two walked hand-in-hand from Mother Miranda’s house to hers.

You were incredibly surprised to find that her home was FULL of dolls! Not just any dolls either… These things moved… And one, named Angie, even talked! She was a bit sassy, but you liked her style. She’s your new best friend.

Donna explained that she had undergone a procedure (That Mother Miranda performed apparently??). She had received something called a cadou that she implanted some of the dolls with to make them come alive.

You were… Very confused, but Donna acted like it was the most normal thing in the world. You would need to have a chat with Miranda about this later. You still didn’t quite understand.

Donna’s cooking… Holy shit. It’s the best food you’ve ever had. You beg her to teach you some of her recipes.

“I’d have it no other way, cara mia.” She tells you and kisses your cheek. She’s sweet.

Donna is very affectionate. Sometimes, if she sees you walk past the room she’s currently in as she reads or creates, she immediately drags you somewhere to cuddle with her. It’s so nice. You had been missing this your entire life. Her voice is so soothing. You pretty much always fall asleep if she’s running her hands through your hair and speaking to you at the same time.

Donna enjoys learning what you like. Movies, music, art, hobbies, etc. She could listen to you talk about all of the the things that interest you forever. She loves getting to know you.

Donna also shares things with you that she loves. She shows you her workshop and lets you watch as she crafts her dolls. She’s… Amazing. Her talent and imagination blow your mind. Of course, she makes you a little doll of your very own shortly after you arrive. You love it so much.

You’ve noticed that Donna only wears her veil around other people. She doesn’t wear it when it’s just you and the dolls. It makes you happy that she trusts you.

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One day, you’re curious to learn more about your other parent, Lucien, and finally work up the nerve to ask Donna about them. You don’t want to upset her by making her remember how tragically they passed away, but you can’t help but wonder what they were like. “Hey… Mama? Can I ask you something?” You ask Donna as you both sit down for breakfast.

Donna can see how nervous you are. “Anything, sweetheart.” She encourages and places her hand on top of yours.

“Um… Well, it’s about… Lucien?” You finally say.

Donna gives you a sympathetic smile. “You’d like to know more about them?” She ventures.

You nod your head and look away, feeling a bit guilty.

“Y/N, they’re your other parent, tesoro. You don’t need to feel bad about asking me about them. I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know. Okay?” She says and reaches out to cup your cheek.

You blush, feeling a bit embarrassed, but nod.

Donna recounts funny stories and heartfelt moments she had with Lucien. She’s such a natural storyteller. You are completely transported by her words. From what Donna says, it seems that you are a lot like Lucien…

As Donna finishes one particular story, a look of recognition sparks across her features. “You know… I bet the pictures I have of the two of us together are in the attic. I haven’t been up there in years, though…” She says, putting her hand to her chin in thought.

You perk up at this. “I can go look!” You offer.

Donna giggles at your exuberance. “Only if you promise to be very careful and take Angie with you. That attic is quite old, but Angie knows the basic layout of it.” She tells you.

You grin at her and agree to her conditions.

Angie cackles happily as you both race up the stairs.

“Look at all this cool shit!” Angie exclaims after you two climb the ladder into the attic and you shine a flashlight into the dark.

You whistle at all the dust before you start to cough and sneeze a lot. “Damn, this place is filthy!” You say as you look around.

As you explore, Angie starts to get spooked. “Um… Y/N? This place is kinda creepy.” She says as she clings to your side.

“Don’t be a scaredy-cat, Angie. There’s nothing up here to be afraid of.” You say… And then a big-ass spider descends and lands on your nose. All hell breaks loose. “YAHHHH!” You screech, violently batting your face to get the spider off.

Angie starts panicking and running around in circles.

In your alarm, you accidentally trip over Angie and fall right through a weak spot in the rafters.

Poor Donna was happily sipping her tea in the kitchen and reading a book when the horrible sound of you falling through the attic hits her ears… She might have said a few cuss words in Italian she’s not proud of too.

Donna rushes up to see you lying face down in dust and debris with Angie sprawled out over your head.

“Tesoro! Are you alright?!” Donna yelps and kneels down to check you over.

You groan, sore but otherwise unharmed.

However, Angie is laughing her ass off. “That was fucking radical!” She shrieks.

Donna gives Angie a dirty look and the doll’s mouth snaps shut.

“What happened, sweetheart?” Donna asks and helps you sit up while dusting you off.

“Oh, you know, just old boards I guess.” You try to say nonchalantly, scratching the back of your head.

Donna doesn’t look convinced so she turns to Angie and raises an eyebrow expectantly.

“Y/N saw a spider and lost it.” Angie shrugs her shoulders and tattles.

“Snitches get stitches, Angie!” You threaten. “Wait… You might like stitches since you’re a doll… Okay, what about: Snitches get-!”

“That’s enough, Y/N.” Donna says, tiredly rubbing her eyes.

Luckily, there wasn’t a lot of structural damage from the fall. You clean up the mess and you’re able to replace the flooring fairly easily… You made Donna send a few dolls up to the attic to make sure there weren’t any more spiders first, though.

After that fiasco is over with, it turns out that the photos Donna thought were in the attic were actually in a chest in one of the unused bedrooms in the house.

Donna gives you a sheepish look as she tells you about her realization. All that messing around in the attic for nothing, it seems.

You just laugh really hard which makes her chuckle too.

Donna happily sits down with you to look through the old photographs.

Suddenly, she gasps. “This is Lucien and I on our wedding day, Y/N.” She says, bringing her hand to her mouth in shock. She didn’t recognize this particular picture, so someone must have taken it and given it to her parents or something.

“Wow…” You say as you finally see what your other parent looks like. “No wonder I’m so good looking. My parents are basically movie stars!” You joke and wrap your arm around Donna.

Donna smiles at you and puts the framed photo in your hand. “I’d like you to have this, tesoro. You deserve to be able to look at it whenever you want to.” She says and kisses your cheek. “Plus… You’re also technically in this photo.” She giggles and points to her swollen belly in the picture, making you laugh.

You two find lots of handwritten letters from Lucien and little presents and trinkets they’d given to Donna.

Donna felt guilty for keeping these items hidden away, but… She had been so devastated when Lucien died. When she was forced to move back into Beneviento Manor, she was afraid to take things out that she thought might remind her of them. Now that you’re here, Donna feels like she can begin to truly process her grief and move forward.

Losing her soulmate was hard enough, but losing her precious child too? It had been too much trauma for her to work through on her own.

Everything will be okay now, though. You and Donna have each other (And the dolls). You love your mama so much and she absolutely adores you.

Now… If only Donna would introduce you to that cute Elena girl…

Note: That part about Y/N falling through the attic may or may not have happened to me XD I love the tragedy and sweetness of this au T^T

Masterlist

#donna beneviento #re8 #re8 village #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x y/n #angie beneviento #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 incorrect quotes #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid

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tanoraqui · 10 months

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☔for the fic ask game!

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

There is in my heart a canon divergence fic, maybe proper narrative maybe just bullet points, which I have functionally written out as much as I ever will below this cut, in which:

Shortly before the Fall of Númenor and more importantly the Changing of the World, Finrod has a Prophecy of what's coming

He tells Celechwes, who says, "Oh, I...am not okay with it. I didn't plan to go back, but if I can't? If the road truly, utterly only goes one way? That's- that's not okay. I can't, I won't live like that."

So Celechwes goes and talks to some people (quietly, unofficially), who talk to some other people (quietly, unofficially)...

She ends up leading a small fleet that sets out from a southern port just a few days before the Númenoreans are expected to land in the north (fully aiming to avoid the Men). it's about half veterans of Beleriand who have never felt like they fit in on Aman (45% Fëanorians but many close followers of Fingon and more non-Noldor), a quarter elves from other places who don't want to be cut off forever from what was once home, and a quarter Aman-born elves who've grown up on stories of mortal lands and who feel a little restless in the Land of Bliss.

(Finrod joins at the last moment. Amarië found him sitting on a balcony overlooking Valmar and sadly playing the song he once played as the Beorlings woke to see their first shining elf-lord, and she said, "Findaráto Ingoldo, Finrod Felagund Adanil, I will not willingly part from you again - but nor do I want to arrive in the lands across the sea only for war a second time, too late to see all their storied beauty. Also, you know Mingoneth* convinced Veryawendë* to join the fleet, right? Can you imagine how much trouble they'll get into with only Celechwes for supervision?" And he looked up, and saw that she'd packed both their long-distance travel bags.) *OCs, see: "Of the Golden Horde"

(By then, Rawen Ectheliel, once Lieutenant Right Hand of Himring, had already apologized to her wife - who thought they were done with this sort of thing - and followed her lady aboard. She IS done with this sort of thing (ie, rebellion; the House of Fëanor...as it became). But she lost Himring; she couldn't abide herself if she let ill fate befall Celechwes as well.)

The thing about being on at sea when the world abruptly turns from flat into a globe, sailing from a continent that is no longer on said globe, is that you get EXTREMELY turned around and lost. And, frankly, split up as a fleet.

[Cue: several-decades-long montage of several hundred elves - about half hardened (relaxed, but still hardened) war veterans, a quarter friendly nature people just trying to get home, and a quarter kids (in the eyes of all the rest) who have never met a real mortal before - scattered throughout the new southern hemisphere in ones and twos and a few coherent shiploads, trying to find each other and - for most - make their way north toward the lands and people that they know best.]

(If they happen to arrive in time to help beat the ever-loving shit out of Sauron, that's not, like, a drawback for anyone.)

Adventures are had! Hardened war veterans process trauma and old grudges (and sometimes get new ones). People re-find old homes and settle down once more, or realize that either home or they have changed and continue onward with their new companions. Kids grow up.

After a number of sidequests and other delays - flooding rivers, saving an innocent forest from an encroaching swarm of giant spiders, saving a small country from a neighboring evil king influenced by fell whispers from the depths below his castle... It occurs to some of them that all these delays might not be coincidence. They haven't received any official penalties from the Valar for their, er, polite but overt defiance of if not the letter than certainly the spirit of several laws, but...

"I think we are being made Agents of Good," Amarië said thoughtfully. "I think the price of being here is that we must lend a hand where it is needed, where the Great Ones fear to tread for their touch is not...'delicate'...at the best of times."

Celechwes did not like being used without her permission. But, fallen Beleriand never forgotten, she couldn't fault Amarië's analysis.

"I think we should try leaning into it," Finrod suggested. "They'll see that we're here in good faith, and no doubt speed our journey to where our hearts most yearn to go."

(The nearby stream blooped encouragingly, because Ulmo had been explicitly forbidden from giving explicit messages again.)

A few nights later, a local Mannish hunter approached their camp. Emphasis, perhaps, on Man-ish. Her eyes were the blue of a northern wolf-dog. She asked for help scouring the nearby mountains of a dark cult.

[cue: several more decades of montaged adventures. the local folk legends will be rich for generations]

They do arrive in the north just in time to help kick Sauron's fucking ass. Though not early enough to avert the tragedy of the Battle of Dagorlad, they learn later. But before the final, would-be pyrrhic victory; when the soldiers of the Last Alliance are marching into Mordor proper.

Galadriel is the first to know - she's aiding in a healing tent on the foul northern border, ready to ride in a second wave or to hold firm any retreat, when a mind touches her which she hadn't expected to feel again ere either the remaking of the world or her own death and rebirth (for she still had no intention of Sailing.)

Alatariel! her eldest brother calls. How goes the day? I've missed you, of course! Also, do you have a recommendation for where best to land 500 assorted elves, men and cavalry mounts coming up from the south, that we may swiftly come to whatever aid you all need?

A day later, a small host stood at the crest of the path past retaken Minas Ithil, looking out over the shadowed plains of Mordor. All before them was bloodied and embattled: Men fought Men, Elves fought Orcs, eagles and other goodly birds clashed in midair with giant bats and scrawny but deadly petty firedrakes. The very earth groaned in pain beneath the enemy's chains. And far in the distance, near the foot of a fire-spitting mountain, two star-studded banners - one white on black above a white tree, one silver stars on a blue field - approached a red eye on black.

At the head of the bannerless Host of the Returned, Rawen - generally elected battle-leader - raised her blade. Celechwes put a hand on her arm. "Do not call 'Súlaearil.' It's embarrassing. Don't do it." "My lady," Rawen protested, with her particular intonation that made it clear she was saying 'your majesty.' "No," Celechwes said firmly. "'Finwë and the North'?" suggested the elf on Rawen's other side, once third in command of Fingon's Dragon-frighters. "Can't go wrong with that," agreed Finrod, a little further down the line. Rawen sighed. Her blade, which had sagged a little, she raised straight again, then pointed forward with that battle-cry that had long united the great Siege-line of the Noldor: "Finwë and the North!"

"FINWË AND THE NORTH!" roared the Host of the Returned - all hardened veterans by now, though less brittle in it than some had begun. The fiery-faithful of Himring and the valorous of Barad Eithel, the quick of Ossiriand and the cunning of Nargothrond and the devoted of Doriath, the bold and restless of Aman and those who loved Middle Earth so dearly that they could do naught but defend it; slayers of orcs and spiders and feller beasts, saviors of lands besieged and heroes of legend, swept down from the heights to descend upon Sauron's unsuspecting eastern flank.

Ahead of them all streaked a single swift rider, blond hair streaming in the wind of her passage. Her mount was a prong-horned antelope from the plains far to the south, faster than any cavalry horse (and not usually suited to riding, but blue-eyed Alatar had whispered it some encouragement before they'd parted).

They leapt the first line of the enemy, hastily reassembling itself to meet this unexpected new foe. They jerked and dodged and ducked through the others, as behind them the battle lines slammed together. Jagged orcish blades came at her, and the sharp iron of men enraptured or enslaved to the dark, but mostly in passing - they didn't have time for a single rider driving through with no weapons of her own, her only goal the bright silver-on-blue star in the distance.

Eventually a pair of clever firedrakes managed to herd them up one of the low, ragged cliffs that spurted up here and there on the barren land. Celechwes rolled off her antelope to avoid a stream of fire and ran the other way without hesitation - the quick, clever creature would get to safety far more ably with no heavy elf on its back. Without, slowing, she sprinted off the edge of the cliff.

She'd planned to tuck and roll to the bottom, then pick herself up and keep running. The land ahead was clear for a few miles, save for the pits. Instead, great, sharp talons grasped her gently, and (non-specifically) familiar wings beat around her, with a screech that echoed in her bones.

She laughed as one Great Eagle dropped her carefully toward another. With a sailor's grace she landed with both feet on its broad, shifting back, and returned a joyous screech of challenge into the racing wind.

Below and ahead (though less far with every wingbeat), Ereinion Gil-galad looked up. Eagles had been screaming for battle all day, all month, but for a moment he could've sworn -

Celechwes's eagle dove to avoid a vampire. She dropped her knees and gripped its feathers tightly, and thanked the stars that she wasn't trying to do this while keeping someone from bleeding out from the wrist.

As they dove toward the volcano and the forces advancing against one another there, she eagle-shrieked again, in greeting this time, and shouted, "Erein, hold your position! Re-enforcements are coming!"

Even - nay, especially the High King of the Noldor in Middle Earth knew better than to question the finest royal courier in Beleriand, much less his mother the queen. "Hold!" Gil-galad bellowed over the clash of blades.

Celechwes circled back up, looking back across the field. But Sauron, too, had heard her message, and knew a victory when it was about to slip from his grasp. Mighty and fell, he strode forward toward the banners of Gil-galad and Elendil, and the kings of Elves and Men.

In swift, vicious, terrible combat they were soon joined, Sauron with his dark, burning blade and Gil-galad with bright Aeglos and Elendil with shining Narsil. Likely, at best, all would have been slain -

But Celechwes hadn't been the only one of her host riding hard across the dark plains, dallying with no enemy save the greatest foe. She was only (as ever) the fastest.

"HEY, GORTHAUR!" yelled Finrod Felagund, with a particular intonation that made it clear he was saying, Hey, motherfucker! "I CALL REMATCH!"

And this time, as he raised his voice in a Song of trust unbroken and faith fulfilled, of Sea and sand and second chances, Amarië of the Vanyar Sang with him, their souls entwined, she who had learned to Sing from Maiar on the slope of Ezollohar where stood the Trees; and with them also Sang their daughter Veryawendë Tinúviel, named by prophecy from both parents, fated to be a bright melody in darkness and a great change in the world, and this was not her time but still the Great Music swirled thick around her; and you bet your ass Galadriel had also ridden down from the north to join as fast as she was able -

The last time Galadriel and Amarië joined their voices in powerful harmony had been the final duel between Morgoth and Finarfin, Anairë, and the last of the Host of the Noldor. With Sauron's power reflected and redoubled unto himself through his terrible Ring, this duel was no less hard-won, but it was very definitively won. They even prevented him from erupting the volcano as a final spiteful blow.

"We should destroy the Ring," Gil-galad said at the end, exhausted, bloody, and leaning on Elrond for support. Isildur eyed it - shining golden on Sauron's cut-off black hand - with battle-fire lingering in his grey eyes. "I would rather claim it as weregild, for Anarion - " "For the love of - " said Celechwes, dismounted now that the worst of the battle was over (though there was a great deal of mopping-up to do, of orcs, corrupted men and etc.) "Is this still the Noldorin influence?" she demanded, of nobody in particular. "Or is it a new Edainic thing? No, I suppose Thingol fell to it in the end, too - is it being inland? Do you not spend enough time near the sea, and that's why you're constantly obsessed with cursed jewelry? Here, I'll do it - don't go anywhere, Erein; I'll be right back."

She shucked off her leather hauberk to use as a glove, picked up Sauron's still coal-hot black hand, and sprinted up the volcano slope before anyone else could say a word.

"...I'm really sorry," Elendil said into the relative quiet that followed, "I think I know who you are, my lord - " he bowed toward Finrod, as best he could while leaning bloody and exhausted on Isildur - "and Lady Galadriel, I'm so glad you caught up with us. But I'm not sure about any of these other ladies who have come to our rescue? Including that one?" He jerked his head toward the bright-haired figure already halfway up Oroduin's rocky slope, with the air of a man wondering if he should call for soldiers to chase after her.

"That's my mother," said Gil-galad.

"Ah," said Elendil and Isildur, with perfect understanding. They, too, had mothers.

The Forge of Sauron rumbled ominously, shuddered and spat out first sparks, then sprays of lava. Celechwes, briefly out of sight in the cavern near the top, sprinted back down ahead of the molten rock, empty handed.

"Everyone move!" she shouted. "Should've evacuated first! Go, go, go!"

And then everyone lived happily after - though a lot of them probably did Sail not long thereafter, including most of the Host of the Returned - including the Finrod, Amarië, and Veryawendë, though not bold-hearted Mingoneth, and Celechwes, and Gil-galad. Because they'd accomplished a Great Task and Aman is, actually, objectively more pleasant for Elves than most mortal lands (and Beleriand was still gone). The spiritual weather is just so much better. Everyone stuck around to see Elrond and Celebrian get married, though, and to meet their kids and see Gondor and the Greenwood both regain their feet.

With no Gil-galad to come and sort out several conflicting emotions about his parents, Fingon does stay in Mandos, keeping Maedhros company for longer...but not too much longer. There weren't many casualties among the Host of the Returned, but Rawen Ectheliel was among them (her last thought is that her wife is going to be really, truly, perhaps irrevocably disappointed). She manages to find them before she leaves, the memory of Thangorodrim which Maedhros has made to hang from in his self-pity, self-loathing and twisted self-aggrandizement, where Fingon sits by his feet out of loyalty, devotion, stubbornness, pride and fear; and she gives their behavior such a scathing review that Fingon actually pulls his shit together a few years later and tentatively leaves, and Maedhros pulls one of his hands out of the chains.

#my fic #celechwes au #ask meme #the silmarillion #runawaymun

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Not so Scary

Okay, okay, I know I'm starving y'all. I'm sorry for that, but writer's block is choking me between it's thighs rn. BUT, i do have this to offer.

It's more Aaliyah x Ceres stuff. Sorry not sorry. This time our guest star is Twilight (sage is still there. that bastard)

For those who don't know, Ceres belongs to @angry-trashcan, my lovely wife whom I love so much <33

Smut so MDNI! !8+

Smut CW: Foursomes, there is some scissoring in the beggining bc girls being girls :), Aaliyah and Sage get a little mean at the end but that's okay bc Twilight and Ceres are into it <3 Also, you'll see where the new blog name came from <3 (Bailey and I thought of it when shit-balling --it's like spit-balling but pure crack instead--and i just love it sm). This ones breeches 5.2K words, but it's not all smut there is a fluff portion before hand <33

There were a few things that confused her about the current Sage of Spirits.

None were truly consequential things, mindless thoughts that had no real merit in the real world (Why did she wake at the first peaks of dawn if only to sit in front of a window with her legs crossed as she mumbled under her breath? Why did she choose to eat with chopsticks as opposed to the normal cutlery everyone else chose? Why did she put both socks on before her shoes? That was the wrong order. It was sock, shoe, sock shoe-), but one thing in particular perplexed the brunette.

Why did Aaliyah showcase this false bravado of a blood-lusting warrior when the way she cradled her cheeks was nothing but soft and loving?

Why did the Sheikah insist on hiding behind stone walls? Why did she completely shut down and refuse to acknowledge anything when any part of it was brought up? What had happened to her that had shattered her soul in such a way she refused to let herself be vulnerable again?

They had been in Sage’s Hyrule for a few weeks at this point and it was evident the Sheikah had made her impact. With gentle hums and smooth words, dressed in a silky tilt, she had wound a few of the others around her finger, keeping them coiled there like a viper.

And yet, it was as if she didn’t care. She paid them no more mind than that of the villagers around her. In fact, if it wasn’t pertaining to herself or Sage, it seemed Aaliyah had zero lost love on it.

Even right now, she was laying in the front yard, one leg crossed over the bent counterpart as her arms laid folded under her head. Her eyes were closed but the rhythm of her breathing remained controlled. Never falling into the soft and even pattern that most had when they succumb to sleep. No, she was simply resting her eyes. Sunbathing like a cat would any other lazy afternoon.

It was an odd sight, seeing the woman so…eased. Vulnerable wasn’t the word to use because Ceres would bet money that, should any threatening presence wander nearby, the Sheikah would waste no time in neutralizing it. Eased however seemed to fit.Quelled maybe.

She shook her head, standing after a second with a fleeting touch to Twilight’s shoulder. He glanced back, catching her eyes for a fleeting second before letting her go with a nod. It was still in earshot and even the rancher was still weary around the sage in the yard based on her battle prowess alone.

True to her earlier predictions, Aaliyah’s ears twitched the second she stepped foot onto the grass, alerting the other to her location immediately. Still, she did not move. She remained in her spot until Ceres had settled beside her, politely folding her legs and holding her hands in her lap. Eyes that shined like sapphires darted from the Sheikah’s face up to the sky, noting the lack of clouds, before repeating the process. Somewhere along the line, Aaliyah snorted, rolling her shoulders before settling once more.

“Keep staring at me like that and I’ll start getting ideas, doll.”

“I like ideas.”

“Oh, I am well aware.” Even if her eyes remained closed, Ceres knew the other was well aware of every interaction going on around her. “What’s turning in your pretty little head there, my love?”

“You.” Came the automated reply before Ceres was trying to correct herself. It wasn’t fast enough as Aaliyah chuckled from her place on the ground, something just as harmonious as it was rare.

“Glad to know I’m always on your mind, even when I’m not around.” Her tone seemed happy, which was a plus. Even if it made Ceres' cheeks turn red and her ears lower. “No, I mean not that I don’t think of you- but I just-”

“Breath.” There was a sudden hand on her own. She hadn’t even heard Aaliyah sit up, but there she was, eyes open and soft and focused on her. Goddess, Aaliyah had gorgeous eyes. It was kind of unfair. “Take a breath,” Aaliyah’s chest gave an exaggerated inhale in demonstration. Ceres followed. “And release.” The air fell out of her lungs in a sweeping exhale, to which the brunette followed. “There you go, my sweet girl. Now, tell me what’s going on up there.”

Aaliyah was so steady and smooth and confident that Ceres nearly wanted to kiss her then and there. In every torrent of a storm, whether it be her’s or Sage’s, or even a personal issue she was facing, she remained consistent. Like a pillar of conviction that instilled trust without her even trying.

“You-...You let the others believe you're so…scary, but you’re not. You’ve proven to me that you’re not. So, I guess my question is, why let them believe that?” Ceres spilled out, without so much as a second thought. It seemed to take the other aback for a second, her own ears rising and falling for a moment as she stuttered over an answer.

Then she huffed, eyes darting over for a second. One of the farm dogs from up the road had trotted over, eagerly stuffing its snout into Aaliyah’s face, lapping at her cheeks and rubbing their noses together. The Sheikah returned the action, ruffling the dog’s ears with both of her hands as the dog’s tail wagged. Her mouth opened then closed before opening again. The dog lapped at her cheek again, paws pushing at her shoulders in an attempt to pin her beneath them. Aaliyah gently pushed them off, cradling them close to her chest as she finally let out a sigh. “Scary, to me, is safe. It’s territory that I’m familiar with. It’s easier for people to be scared of me and to stay away than it is for them to be close and to get hurt. With you- It’s…hard. Hard because I know that in letting you in, I open myself to the chance of you getting hurt, knowing there was something I probably could’ve done. But it’s just as easy showing you that I’m not all jagged edges and shattered parts because I know that even when I’m not there, you have some, admittedly, talented men protecting you when I can’t. I don’t care much for what they think, but I do care about you. If they think I’m scary, but see that you’re okay with me, they know that I am just as capable of protecting you as they are. If not, more so.” She spoke with hearty conviction and a gaze that said everything she couldn’t quite put into words. It was something that had obviously been running amuck in her own head for quite some time, long before Ceres had prodded for it, and something that she obviously had thought a lot about.

Aaliyah had been at her most vulnerable with Ceres. She’d fallen asleep next to the woman, ate next to her, they’ve even had sex. Quite a few times, and Aaliyah had trusted her not to drop the piece of her that the Sheikah had offered.

Ceres swallowed harshly. The dog barked. Aaliyah huffed at it through her nose before pushing the paws off and letting the dog run back to where it once came from, watching with a fond grin. Animals were always a comfort to her since they were something she understood (From how Wild explained it, nature talked in ways he could understand without needing to understand any form of speech. If Sage and him were alike as they said, and Aaliyah followed in Sage’s footsteps, they were something she was familiar with. Something that shaped and carved her out of a blank canvas and then continued to grow alongside her.), but when the grin remained as Aaliyah’s attention turned to Ceres, she realized something. Aaliyah had come to understand her too, all while giving Ceres the ability to learn about her. What made her tick, what had her brows furrow, what made her lips turn into that adorable little pout. All of it. Aaliyah laid it out for her to memorize, even if it ate at her to do so.

Ceres realized Aaliyah had let herself love, if only to a certain degree. It was still something. And that something was all she needed to affirm that she wasn’t scary. She was scared and traumatized and tired.

Ceres lept into Aaliyah’s lap at the reminder, pushing forward all the growing affection she had for the woman into a searing kiss. The Sheikah stumbled a bit at the sudden action, one hand raising as the other shot back to catch them both. Her lips remained frozen for a second before Aaliyah was raising her free hand to cup the brunette’s cheeks, letting a smile gently curve on her face.

That was a good sign, right?

Ceres returned the grin, giggling a big into the other’s growing smirk before using her body weight to pin the other beneath her. Their lips never separated, even as chuckles bubbled between them before fizzling out into a mix of teeth clicking against teeth and tongues swiping against each other in a fight for dominance.

Ceres pulled back before a winner could be decided, a line of spit connecting her to the Sheikah beneath her. Said Sheikah panted for a second before licking her lips, snapping the line of spit.

“What did I say about giving me ideas, Doll?”

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“Great Din’s tits-” Aaliyah couldn’t even stop the curse before it dropped out of her lips, hands squeezing the calf in her grasp in a pure, desperate attempt at holding control. Ceres, her wonderful, gorgeous Ceres, was beneath her, cheeks red and flush as tears began pearling down the apples of them. How she wished to wipe them away, to kiss away any woe the other was facing, but she was a bit preoccupied.

She was too occupied watching the other’s tits bounce up and down, over and over, keeping time with Aaliyah herself. Too busy watching how the blush on her cheeks did not stop at said cheeks but flowed down her body in a feverish haze. Too busy marking up once pristine skin in a reminder to any and all that she had her hands on Ceres first. She was the one making the brunette cry out, hands clawing at Aaliyah’s own thigh in an attempt to hang on as her head fell back into the pillows beneath her. She was the one with Ceres' leg thrown over her shoulder, grinding against her pussy in a slick back and forth. Their clits would brush up against each other with every thrust forward, coating the other’s pussy lips in a nice sheen of their cum before Aaliyah was drawing back, repeating the process. Over and over again, the Sheikah picked up a rhythm, feeling that coil in her stomach tighten. There were so many things she wanted to do to this woman, just so little time. And it seemed somewhere along the line, Aaliyah had seemed to piss off a god somewhere somehow (probably Hylia with her daily cursings out of her name) and picked up a curse where they could never really have an entire evening to themselves. It seemed no matter what she had tried to throw Sage off her tail, for just a little while, he had made it a game to come back as soon as possible just to catch her in the act. He looked her in the eyes (late at night after their rendezvous with his shadows and the aforementioned female) and admitted, with that suave smirk and hands firmly on her hips, that he had found it so endearingly entertaining that she thought she could slip anything past him. That it was, in fact, just a game to him. To let her wander, let her hands and eyes roam on places that weren’t his own body, only to reign her back in, tightening her leash. It amused him to no end.

Goddess, she hated the smug ass smirk. Wanted to wipe it off his stupid face.

Mentally, a timer was counting down in her head. A number of variables were running amuck as she took Ceres apart beneath her, thinking over every little thing that would either slow the man down or cut her time. Of course, there was a chance that none of it mattered because the man was inherently unpredictable in every way and no amount of planning could ever truly be used against him.

So she was going to enjoy this time while she had it.

“You look so good under me, doll.” Aaliyah purred, feeling the way Ceres bucked up into her, meeting her thrust for thrust. “Fuck me, you’re too good for me. Makes me wanna be all domestic and shit. Put the fattest rock on your finger. Call you my little wife.”

Nails dug harsher into her thigh at the remark as a moan cried out, high and pretty, sung just perfectly for the Sheikah’s ears. “Oh you like that? Like the thought of being my little wife? Cooking and cleaning for me? Goddess be damned-” Aaliyah hissed as her hips kept rocking forward, head falling as her pace picked up. “Gonna cum all over my pretty wife. Bet she’d like that, huh? Love for me to just cream all over her pussy?”

Ceres’ head fell against the pillow beneath her, back arching up into her as she came with a loud cry. Her thighs twitched and quivered as the nails moved from Aaliyah’s thighs to her back, painting thin red lines along her spine and against her scars.

“That’s it, my beautiful girl, coming apart just for me-” Aaliyah groaned, turning from rapid thrusts to long, drawn out strokes that drew out the other’s orgasm. “Fuck, you make it so hard to not lose my ever loving mind-”

“I know the feeling.”

Goddesses and all their followers be damned. “Do you have the innate need to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong?” Aaliyah snapped, lip raising in a snarl even if she remained focused on her task at hand. “You're like a dog with a bone.”

Sage clicked his tongue from wherever he remained behind them. “Tch, tch. You still have that bratty attitude. What is it gonna take for you to smarten up?” The sharp claws of Rauru’s hand pricked right under her jaw as her head snapped up, Sage quickly moving into her space. “Especially when there’s company.”

“Who’d you rope into your schemes this time?” She spat, hips slowing to little more than a leisurely roll. “The old man? Maybe the smith? He’d be a fun toy.” The hand tightened until she stopped her hips entirely, throwing her head back against the male’s shoulders. Ceres whimpered underneath her, overstimulation making her entire body jolt as Aaliyah halted. In a silent apology, the Sheikah gently ran a hand up and down the thigh still in her grasp.

Her eyes strained to look behind her. A grin upturned her features as she rolled her head to look at Sage once more.

“Isn’t this fun.”

Twilight knew that was the second he bit off more than he could chew. It was when Sage, ever confident, easily moved. He moved the white-ette, Aaliyah if he remembered correctly, keeping her close with a hand around her throat before glancing back.

“I did you a favor. She can get a bit mean when you try to take away her toys.” He huffed, moving the other female back enough that when he suddenly, and quite forcefully for that matter, pinned her right next to Ceres. The piercings in her nipples caught the light, and the brunette’s eyes, as she went down, her hands snapping up to catch herself even if her cheek was still smushed into the mattress.

Twilight almost worried for the other, ears flinching at the harsh smack that rang out. It didn’t seem to even startle Ceres, who looked up at him. “Hi, Twilight. Come to join the party?”

“Look at you, darling.” He breathed out, quickly moving closer to the woman, who smiled up at him in nothing but pure bliss and post-coital haze. “Did she treat ya well?”

“Oh, she always treats me so well.” Ceres giggled, head lolling to the side. Another smack rang out. Ceres nor Twilight paid it any mind this time. “Gonna let me treat you just as good, darling?”

She giggled. “You always treat me so well, too, Twilight. You all do.” Her hands brought up to cup his cheeks, bringing him down to seal their lips in a searing kiss. “Now, be a good boy and do it again.”

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Sweat sheened off of bodies as the smell of sex permeated in the air. It was heavy and sweltering and holy shit was it almost overbearing. The sound of skin on skin echoed in repetitive claps, whines and whimpers leaking out. Aaliyah never raised from her place where Sage had pinned her, taking the abuse he hurled her way. Her ass stung and the pace he upkept was something brutal and harsh and had her rocking her throbbing clit against the edge of the bed over and over again. It wasn’t enough to get rid of that burn of understimulated edging that she had been left with since the boys had left her disgustingly hung and dry (Well, not quite dry).

“Please-” She cried out, eyes darting to look over at Ceres. She was on her back, legs thrown over the cowboy’s shoulders as he kept a much smoother, softer rhythm. It kept the brunette singing her lovely song and making those delicious faces.

Aaliyah turned her face back into the mattress, groaning into it heavily before raising her head and arching her back, pushing herself up. “Let me cum. Let me cum-” She huffed, groaning once more when Sage yanked her head back by her hair. The action was harsh and made her neck snap back in the direction he wanted.

“So demanding. First you beg for my fingers, then for my cock, and now you want to cum?” He snipped into her ear. “Sounds a little selfish to me, snowdrop.”

“Please-” Aaliyah gasped out, hips jutting against the mattress once more. It was an achingly soft brush against her clit, nothing to push her over the edge-- and she was sure Sage knew that.

“You can say please all you want, my love, not gonna make me think about it any faster.” He smirked, sharp teeth snapping on her ear and pulling it back just a bit. She cried out at the action, eyes landing on Ceres. The woman was already watching her, one of her hands interlocked with Twilights while the other was laid on the bed beside her. The hand reached for the Sheikah, brushing against her cheek. The hold on her hair loosened and Ceres took the chance to pull her forward, making their foreheads rest together.

The act was not entirely foreign, she and Sage had done it when emotions ran high after an adrenaline boosted round and they needed to remind the other that they were still there, still alive. But it was still terrifyingly intimate.

It burned where their skin touched, but it was a nice burn.

Ceres gasped out suddenly, making Aaliyah’s eyes shoot open only for her eyes to catch Twilight’s free hand rubbing harsh circles into the other’s clit. It made the other woman jolt and shudder, Aaliyah’s hands coming up to gently pin her shoulders. From behind her, Sage delivered another smack to her ass, probably watching it ripple before lowering himself. His chest laid on her back, arms coming to wrap around her midsection.

Aaliyah swallowed at the action, raising her head (To avoid giving poor Ceres a concussion) and gently cupping Ceres’ free hand in her own. A breath was sucked in in preparation before she was throwing her head back onto his shoulder. Sage kissed her shoulder before biting into the soft flesh, hips suddenly rocking forward much faster. A cry burst out of her lips at the action, body all but curling in on itself as Ceres watched, Twilight picking up his own pace.

Cries from the both of them rang out before Twilight was stilling, cock buried deep in Ceres, who cried and shook as her own back arched up into him. Like a chain reaction, Aaliyah fell apart at the sight, her own head falling forward as her thighs quivered and shook, Sage’s name falling from her lips as his hips stilled against hers. She remained still and obedient as he filled her full of cum, even as it slipped past his throbbing cock and dripped down her thighs. He unlatched from her shoulder, licking at the bite mark before pulling away from her back. “There’s my good girl. Done with your fit?”

Aaliyah swallowed, but nodded.

“Good. Now, on your back. You’re about to get a lot more friendly with our local cowboy.”

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Ceres feared for a second that Sage would go on hard on her as he did with Aaliyah, but she should’ve known better. The relationship between the two of them was something far more trusting than anything Sage had branched out to her just yet. Something that allowed that level of pure unfiltered trust between two individuals was something that wasn’t just earned, but had to be forged and built out of shattered pieces and broken parts.

So she should’ve known that Sage would’ve handled her with nothing but care. His touches were far more delicate and far softer as he moved her onto her knees, kneeling behind her on the bed and gently steadying her when she swayed. He hushed her whines with gentle coos and softer whispers, both him and Ceres watching as Twilight and Aaliyah nervously navigated new territory.

With Cal and Wild, she was familiar with them in the sense that Sage was them at one point, so she knew how to handle them. But Twilight was a whole new ball game. They were entirely foreign to each other. The only bits they had to go off of was what was just witnessed now.

Which was so little of such a bigger picture. Because while Twilight had seen her take it rough, he was a soft lover at heart. He never wanted to hurt his romantic partner, but it seemed that was what the Sheikah liked. It wasn’t something he was inherently comfortable with with a new partner, but he didn’t want to disappoint her. Similar in the sense that all Aaliyah had seen of the cowboy was that he was a giver. He never once failed to take into account Ceres’ pleasure and Aaliyah felt that if anyone touched her clit at the moment she’d explode, buzzing on pure hormones and adrenaline. It wouldn’t feel good to her should he go about pleasing her in the same way he did with Ceres.

Luckily for both of them, Sage had the uncanny ability to be in control, even from halfway across the room.

He hummed gently, massaging Ceres’ hips as she melted into him. “She won’t break, ranch hand. You can move her. She’ll go. No more brat left in her to fight ya anymore.”

Twilight’s eyes shot over to the blond, who nodded once in encouragement before he even dared to touch the Sheikah. She was bent over the bed, one leg thrown lazily onto the bed, but it seemed that was as far as her effort went. Her shoulders shuddered with every breath she took, an assortment of claw marks (Probably from Ceres’) flexing along her spine. Her hips were bruising already and her ass was a warm red, hot to the touch when Twilight ran a hand along one of the cheeks. He stepped closer, her entire form freezing at the action, gently moving his hands to run the course along her hips.

“Ya’ alright with me handling ya, darling?” He gently whispered, waiting for her acknowledgement before doing anything. Her eyes watching him through her curtain of hair, yellow and blazing like a wild animal’s, before she nodded slowly. He nodded back, moving her hips to slot better against hers before picking her up by her thigh, moving it to rest on the bed as well. She groaned at the action, but did as instructed, even sitting up to lay against his chest in the same manner Ceres was with Sage. Her head lolled back against Twilight’s shoulder as a mindless babble left her lips.

“There ya go. See, she’s tough around the edges, but she’s just a big softie underneath it all.” Sage gently chided, knocking Ceres’ thighs apart just enough for him to slip between them, entering her with a low groan. Ceres’ whined at the action, hands flying back to lace into his hair. A low noise left his throat at the action, gently thrusting up into her.

Twilight watched the action, eyes darting to the woman on his chest. Her own chest was heaving, breasts moving with every breath as her piercings gleamed. Without thinking about it, he reached up to toy with them, twisting them just the slightest. The Sheikah keened out a noise much more akin to quiet scream then anything as her back arched, knees spreading apart on the bedspread.

“There ya go, sweetheart.” He hummed, lining himself up between her legs. The head of his cock prodded her entrance, a cooled dollop of the other’s cum making his spine shiver before he was pushing in.

She tensed again for a second before relaxing, looking over to note his facial features. He watched her as well before she was burrowing into his neck. “Prove your worth my time, cowboy.” She suddenly hissed, making his cock jolt as his hips suddenly snapped forward. Across from them Ceres watched carefully, moving in time with Sage along with his every thrust.

They kept a steady rhythm, rocking back and forth, over and over again as Sage pressed small butterfly kisses along her neck and collarbone. “There ya go, good girl. You're always so good for us.” He praised gently, moving his hands to her hips, helping her keep time with him. “Always taking every one of us so well. You deserve a treat don’t you think?”

“Would love a treat,” She panted, head falling back as a croon left her mouth. “Gonna let me cum?”

“Not yet,” Sage growled, rolling his hips up and into her. “Why don’t you help out with snow drop over there?”

“Help me with what?” Aaliyah huffed, a furrow of her brows wrinkling her forehead as her and Twilight picked up their own rhythm. “The mutt can listen well enough. Seems he likes a little bit of name calling though.” She smirked, something devious and almost a little cruel at the edges. “Like every common whore does.”

Twilight gasped at the name, wrapping his arms around the Sheikah’s torso with one hand toying with one of her tit’s and it’s piercing with the other seemed to hold on for dear life.

Ceres swallowed. Lucky bastard. Maybe she wanted to be called names too.

Sage hummed from behind her, gently pushing her forward just a bit. When she fell onto Aaliyah’s chest, the other smirking down at her, she realized that no matter what position they were in, they still had wordless communication. That they were so rough with each other for the sole reason that sometimes they needed to be. Sometimes they just needed to duke out that power imbalance, lest it eat them alive.

And now they had both her and Twilight at their mercy.

What a delicious thought.

“Seems someone else isn’t too against the thoughts, huh?” Sage purred, his own hands moving across her body. One hand echoed Twilight’s, playing with one of her tits while the other toyed with her clit. Overstimulation was already buzzing in her nerves before this was turning it into a steady inferno. “You wanna be called a whore? Our little whore? Want us to treat you like nothing more than a toy for us to use?” He teased, the circles he was drawing on her clit speeding up and growing smaller, more concentrated.

Across from them, Aaliyah picked up a steady pace herself, one hand cupping over Twilight’s, helping him juggle the mound of flesh in his grasp as the other pulled at his hair. “Twilight, you dirty slut, you need to tell me these things. Bad dog.” She clicked her tongue.

It was almost amusing how fast the tables had turned between them.

“Shit- I’m gonna- Gonna cum-” Ceres panted, wrapping her arms into the curve of Aaliyah’s back. The white-ette let it happen, removing the hand from the one around her tit to Ceres’ cheek, cupping it with such sincerity that she was in no way prepared for when she pinched her chin in her grasp, tugging her up to lock their lips together. The kiss was a searing clash of teeth and tongues, something that had the brunette staggering for balance for a second as a pure rush of pleasure shot through her gut. It lit up her nerves and made her cry out into Aaliyah’s mouth as Sage continued pounding into her. That didn’t stop his mouth however. “Atta girl, cumming all over my cock. Bet you love giving all control over huh? Love letting your pretty little brain go empty? Nothing but a mindless sleeve for me to use once Aaliyah’s had her fill? Once Twilight’s all done with you?”

“Goddess, yes-” Ceres cried out the moment Aaliyah gave her space, quivering on her chest as she unthread the hand in Twilight’s hair, moving it to his hips to help him maintain a good rhythm. Twilight looked close to tears as he burrowed into the junction of her shoulder and neck, hips rocking wildly against her.

“You’re such a good little whore for me. Nothing but a brainless little boy for me to use, hm?” Aaliyah purred, catching Sage’s eye for a second. Something dangerous and unsaid flickered in the irises, warning her that while she held a bit of control over Twilight, she still answered to him in the end. She smirked his way, nodding once before turning back to Twilight. “Gonna cum in me like a teenager? Bust your load? Maybe cry just a little? I’d love to see your pathetic little tears, Twilight. Hear you cry as you cum-”

Something akin to a yell broke free of his lips as his eyes shut tight, hips stilling against Aaliyah’s before giving a couple more harsh thrusts. The suddenness of it all made the white-ette crumple, a burst of clear slick leaking out around Twilight’s cock and down her thighs as she cried out, shuddering once more. “Shit- Fucking good boy-” She groaned out, nails pricking whatever they had grappled onto.

Somewhere behind Ceres, she could feel Sage suddenly withdraw, pinning her against Aaliyah’s chest as he hurriedly tugged his shaft, cursing under his breath before streaks painted the brunette’s back, a little even reaching the white-ette’s cheek and making her wince in distaste.

Twilight remained where he was, clinging to the Sheikah as he came down from his high, with Ceres on her chest while Sage watched over the panting trio. He grinned at his other half, who raised an eyebrow.

“So much for saving a horse and riding a cowboy, huh?”

He only laughed at the pillow thrown his way.

#I LOVE THEM SM-#just girls being girls #Ceres is bailey's #Aaliyah's is mine <33 #cindersins #they are more then friends and it is not so secret anymore #lu sage #lu twilight #twilight is joining the party #but he's a little scared #thats okay bc he cries a little #as a treat #still wish that was me #</3 wish it was me

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