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The Pretty Fire Fighter | Tara Carpenter
Warnings: inappropriate comments, slight smut, kissing, sex reference.
Minors DNI
Will be other parts:
Part Two | The Pretty firefighter
Part Three | The Pretty FireFighter
Part four | The Pretty FireFighter
Part five | The Pretty FireFighter
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Your body tumbled through the door, Anika's fingers wrapped around the suspenders of your costume. The red material snapped back into your skin, the sound smacking into the air.
You hissed in pain, your chest flaming with a red hot streak. Your fingers reached up into the skin, massaging the skin that burned under your touch.
"I didn't even want to go to this party, Ni Ni. I don't wanna do this, now you hurt me." Anika nodded, shrugging off your words the second she entered the living room. The music pounced, echoing through the room the second your body hit it.
"See, other people your age can have fun, why can't you?" Anika pointed towards the ocean of faceless people, your body went limp at the sight.
"Oh, man." Different boys stopped what they were doing, beginning to ogle you. Your hands automatically covered your body, hiding the showing skin.
You was forced to wear a fire fighters costume. Essentially: a white vest, big baggy cargos that were weirdly heavy, and red suspenders. Then, to top it off there was a red firefighters helmet and some black dust to make it seem like you had just extinguished a fire.
In Anika's words you were, "totally fuckable."
Anika saw the way your hands covered your flashing cleavage, she sent you a sympathetic look.
"Its fine, Y/N, you look good. If they're making you uncomfortable we can go to a different room" your eyes quickly glanced around the room. There wasn't much people in the room as it was, only about eight students. The kitchen was oozing with people filtering in and out of the door way, you assumed that the keg was In there.
"I'll go get you a drink, you stay here." Your body stumbled down, the cushion of the couch folding when you led down on them. You hummed, surprisingly comfortable with the surface you placed yourself in.
Anika left, pushing her way forcefully through the crowd of all ready drunk students.
A group of kids, freshman barged through the door. Chad, a tall, buff looking guy extorted the girls behind him into the house. You only knew him, all from passing. The two girls he was standing with were gorgeous, absolute models.
The one girl was tall, short curly hair, with an elegant figure. She walked through the house with such a way that it made you look. The other girl was much shorter, olive tanned skin, dressed as a pirate.
"Yo! Y/N, how well can you handle a hose as big as mine?" Frankie, a senior shouted through the endless crowd. The whole room stopped, shifting their gaze towards your small frame that was tucked into the edge of the couch. You shrunk in on yourself, chest seizing with emotions. The rooms atmosphere was thick, the pretty girls that you were gazing at were staring at you like you were drenched in glitter. You smiled sadly, looking down at your hands.
"Stop being a perv" the taller one of the girls shouted back, cringing at the sight of Frankie. You sighed, happy that people were no longer glaring at you.
You sank further into the cushion, letting the soft pillows swallowed you whole. Just as the three members of the school left; probably to get a drink, Anika entered the room.
"Hey, here-" she forced a cup of..pure vodka into your hand. You looked down, questioning the ratio she used. You gulped when she smirked down at you,
"There is bearly any lemonade, just drink-" and just like that your head was tilted back with a burning sensation scorching down your throat. You groaned at the sudden burn, your throat throbbing when you gulped. Anika smiled, sitting down next to you with a satisfied hum.
"I'm such a good bestfriend." She smugly stated, nudging her shoulder into your shoulder. "Aren't I?"
You hummed.
The party picked up, the living room swarming with people, students from the near by college circling around the house; laughter, chatter and mindless walking chanting through the room.
The girls you had your eyes on walked back into the room, slightly more entoxicated. They stumbled into the room, landing on the couch you and Anika was currently occupying.
"Mindy Meeks-Martin.-" She held out her hand towards your friend, smiling. "-nice to meet you." Anika shook her hand immediately, her face flushed; she was either drunk, or she was completely whipped for the girl infront of her.
"I'm Anika.-" She nudged you, causing you to spill your drink on your shirt. "- this is Y/N, say hi Y/N."
You gulped down the remaining of your drink, nodding your head in hopes they wouldn't direct any conversation onto you. The short brunette leaned forward, smiling towards you.
"Hey, I'm Tara."
Suddenly, your face was burning, surely due to the alcohol.
"Look at this. Your pretty, your friends pretty. I'm pretty, my friend's pretty. Maybe I should talk to you-" mindy nudged her eyebrow up, devilishly smiling at Anika; eating her up alive. "And Tara can talk to your friend" Anika was all too quick on agreeing, grabbing Mindy's hand and dragging her onto the dance floor.
You stared at your empty cup, looking back over at Tara. She tilted her head back, sliding closer to your body.
"I hate parties." She mumbled, her eyes scattering around the crowded room.
"I was forced to come. She literally whipped me-" You tugged on your suspenders, smacking it back onto your chest.
"So? How many uncomfortable comments have you received dressed as a pretty firefighter?" If you wasn't so grossed out about the sudden flash of memories that ghosted through your mind you would have blushed at her comment.
"Ugh. Frankie asked if I can handle his hose. Some random girl asked if I could extinguish the fire between her legs, another one asked if I could make them wet with my hose-" you stared at the back of your hand, thinking for a moment. "I don't have a hose."
When you looked back at Tara, her nose was scrunched and she was giggling into her shoulder.
"Well? Can you make me scream louder than your siren?" You laughed, blushing into your open palm at her words. She cringed at her own flirty joke, regretting her choice of words all together.
"I reckon I have a good shot." Her laughter died, falling into a small hum that left her parted lips.
"Only if you can actually, Y'know, handle this fire?" You winked, your laughter bubbling through your belly with a ripple. Tara smirked, bitting down on her lip; you was in for a ride, for sure.
Your body swayed, Tara's hands gripped your wasit to grind you back. You groaned, throwing your head back at the force Tara used when she began to dance along with you. You shuttered, Tara placing kisses along your naked neck.
"Tara." You hummed, stuttering when trying to close her eyes. She chuckled into your skin, pulling away with a strand of saliva locking you two together, connecting the both of you together; until the saliva trail broke.
"Do you wanna head back to my place?" You asked, your tone whiney on pure accident. Tara's hands were like wildfire, brushing over your curves in haiste.
"Obviously-"
"Y/N" an extremely entoxicted Anika came stumbling towards you. She fell forward, her body collapsing on yours.
"Can you take me and my new..friend home? We want to have sex." Anika asked, slurring into the air. Mindy chuckled, throwing her arm around Anika to help her stand up.
"We really do." Mindy commented, nodding with what your friend said.
"I want to have sex with, Y/N." Tara argued, pointing out her needs too. She hooked her arm around your waist, pulling you towards her.
"Oh?" Anika smiled, whispering something incoherent to Mindy; who laughed hysterically afterwards.
"You two go smash, Mindy and I will find our own place... to hug." You groaned, all forms of frustration disappearing when Tara kissed your cheek.
"You do want to have sex, right?" The brunette questioned, leaning closer to you. You giggled, nodding your head.
The second your dorm door clicked; locked. Tara's needy lips were attached to yours, brushing her lips into a trembling kiss. You stumbled back, your back slamming into the wall; Tara's hands wandering, searching your body.
"This okay?" She breathed out, breath heavy against your neck. You sucked your lip, head falling back; a shaken sigh leaving your lips.
"Duh."
The night was a blur after that, Tara's body screamed in objection when her hands pulled her body up. Back slumping against her bedframe, eyes dry and unfocused. Her eyes finally cleared, landing on the open space of her bed. She felt a frown tug at her lips when her fingers pressed into the mattress; it was cold, untouched for hours.
Finally, her eyes landed on a pink posted note on her desk table. She stumbled to her feet, her blanket falling off her body. She tripped, stumbling before she finally grabbed ahold of the note.
Had fun :)
I also had an early lesson, so sorry for leaving. If you want my number you'll have to find me
XOXO- the pretty firefighter
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ticklish-n-stuff · 1 year
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Ler!Ryuji x gn!reader who can't sleep
This is a gift for @stopiteatpopcorn and it's also my first x reader and persona 5 fic so I hope it turned out okay~
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Ryuji x gn!reader (interpret as you wish)
Lee: reader
Ler: Ryuji
Warning: Tickles!
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It was one of those late nights where no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't fall asleep to save your life. Energy coursed through all your body which sent any sleepy thoughts out the window. Maybe it wouldn't be such a huge deal on the weekends, but sadly there was class tomorrow. You needed to sleep atleast something, but you ignored trying to sleep and instead texted your best friend in the middle of the night.
Ryuji: "Y/n? What're you doing up this late? We have a test tomorrow".
Y/n: "Since when do you worry so much about exams?? Anyways, I can't fall asleep, so I'm gonna bother you instead :p".
Ryuji: "You always do this! Not like I mind but... y'know what? I'm coming over. I'll deal with you myself!".
Y/n: "What?! But it's midnight!!".
After that, you didn't hear back from him. He couldn't had been serious, could he? He probably fell asleep while texting you, yeah, that's a logical explanation.
Before you knew it, a knock could be heard at the door. You got up and opened it, revealing a sleepy Ryuji with his pjs on. You gotta admit, he looked pretty cute with his messy hair and droopy eyes. You smiled widly, he actually came! Energetically, you dragged him inside. "Geez, how are you still this hyper?? I gotta say, I'm a 'lil jealous~ But in all seriousness, you should get some sleep".
"Nope! And you can't make me~" you stuck your tongue out playfully, almost challenging him. As his sleepy facade slowly shifted to a more teasy look.
"Oh yeah?~" the blonde grinned, clearly up to no good, but you kept up your confident stance. "Not even if I..." he then wiggled his fingers threateningly towards you, your eyes instantly widening at the realization. Once he noticed your flustered reaction, his teasing grin only grew wider. "Run" were his only words, you instantly bolted on out of the room, looking for shelter in your bedroom, but Ryuji was hot on your tail, he was in the track team after all.
"Can't escape the tickle monster!~" he growled as he practically pounced on you, making you tumble onto your bed.
"W-wait! W-wehe can talk about thihis!" you tried to negotiate through nervous giggles. Not like you minded it though, it was well known how comforting you found being tickled after all. And Ryuji was always happy to indugle you in such activity, even if it meant going to your house at midnight.
"No talking! Only laughing!~" he smirked down on you as he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, using his free one to spider across your belly.
"WAH! HYAHAHAHAHA!" you instantly threw your head back in laughter, your cheeks growing red by the second as your boisterous laughter echoed across the room. Ryuji looked very pleased with your reaction to his tickling, he then sneaked his hand under your shirt to make the sensation even worse. "R-RYUJI NOHOHAHAHAHA!" whenever you tried to speak, you'd get cut off by your own laughter, which only made Ryuji chuckle at your sensitivity.
"Aww~ Who's a cute, ticklish, 'lil thing?~ You are!~" he cooed, making you squeal in embarrassment. Your face, all the way down your neck was crimson red. And your smile was so big and bright, it could lit up the room.
"S-SHUT UHUHUP!".
"Make me! Oh wait... you can't~ You're too ticklish for your own good~" he snickered at his own playfulness as he playfully dipped a finger into your bellybutton, making you kick your legs out like a puppy.
"AH! WAHAHAIT! N-NOT THEHEHERE!" you tried to squirm away with all your might, but you could already feel your body getting tired from all the tickling.
"Why not? It's not like it's super, duper ticklish or something~".
"Y-YOU KNOW IT IHIHIS!!!" you practically shrieked through your laughter, finding it progressively harder to form coherent sentences. He couldn't help but laugh at your 'lil outburst.
Once he noticed that you struggled less and your kicking legs fell limp did he decide to show some mercy. "So... ready to go to bed now? Or do I have to keep going?~" he softly traced his fingertips along your tummy, occassionally circling around your navel. Keeping you in a soft, giggly state as to not overwhelm you much, but still ready to pounce once more if you still felt hyper.
You shook your head through your soft giggle fit, signaling that you had reached your limit. At that, he moved his hands out from under your shirt, letting you catch your breath. He then positioned you properly on your bed, tucking you under the covers as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, making you blush at the soft affection.
He smiled at you "Goodnight, Y/n" before walking out to let you sleep.
"Wait! C-can you stay...?" you blurted out before he could leave. He looked back at you and instantly smiled at the request, climbing onto the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he softly snuggled you close to him. You let out a sigh of satisfaction as sleepyness finally started to consume you, heavy eyelids starting to close shut.
"Sweet dreams, cutie~" he softly whispered into your ear as you fell asleep against his chest, a soft smile plastered all over your face. You were glad you could always count on him.
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I feel like this is ass but I hope you still like it 😖
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Basic Training - Chapter 7
Basic Training Series Masterlist JHFTM Main Masterlist
Word count: 5900
Rating: Mature/Explicit for smut, 18+ only (no minors)
Outline: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x “You” (female reader, no racial description, no physical description, no name, no use of “Y/N”)
Warnings: It’s 1997 and Frankie is 22 years old; older woman/younger man dynamic;  former teacher dynamic; kissing; oral sex/F receiving; curse words and vulgar language; 10+ year age gap but everyone is legally an adult; story switches back and forth between Frankie’s POV and Reader’s POV
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You woke Tuesday morning to warm summer sunlight streaming through the curtains and a small, furry paw batting your chin gently. Even Oscar’s slightly rude prodding for breakfast couldn’t wipe the big smile off your face. You shifted the cranky cat off your chest and rolled to the side of the bed where Frankie had lain the night before. 
You buried your face in the pillow and tried to catch a whiff of his scent, the Old Spice classic deodorant he favored or maybe his shampoo… but there wasn’t anything there. The lack of sensory proof was disappointing, and then you felt silly. Frankie had been there, really. He had kissed you and talked intimately with you and had fucked up into you with his jaw clenched and his eyes on fire. He had stroked your thigh and touched your face and made you feel like a sex goddess with the way that he gripped your flesh and poured his adoration into you.
You tumbled out of bed and stalked naked to the kitchen, pouring Oscar a generous helping of kibble. He rewarded you by rubbing against your leg before he got down to the business of crunching. You popped one ice cube out of a tray and plunked it into a tall glass before running the cold tap for a minute. You chugged the entire glass in thirty seconds and started toward the bathroom, intent on taking a shower. 
Something dark on the floor near the couch caught your eye, and you almost tripped. 
Frankie’s hat, forgotten again when he had set it down to kiss you repeatedly on his way out last night. You had walked him to the door, wrapped in your robe and nothing else, and your goodbyes had turned into fifteen minutes of very handsy making out. Your kisses and caresses had been peppered with Frankie’s repeated murmurs of “Okay, I’m really leaving now,” and “I have to go, but before I do,” and “Just one more kiss.” You had finally gotten him out the door with the promise that he could return on Tuesday and pick up where he left off. 
Frankie had set his cap down on the arm of the couch, saying that he couldn’t possibly hold it and cup your face with both hands at the same time. And then he had demonstrated with glee that freeing up his hands also meant that he could slip one inside your robe to caress your breast while the other grabbed your ass. Oscar must have knocked it off the arm of the couch to the floor while you were asleep.
Just as you were wondering if you should call Frankie - was it too early to call him? You had just seen him last night. Would he want you to call? Were there ‘rules’ for this kind of thing? - your phone rang. You rushed to pick it up. 
“Hello?” 
“Hey! It’s Monica.” Her voice fought to reach you over the sounds of a loud children’s cartoon in the background. “The kids want to go to the beach for a couple of hours. Are you up for joining us?”
You hesitated, “Oh, um… I was just planning to hang around the house today. I kind of had a late night, and I just woke up.”
Monica pounced. “Oh really? Do tell! Wait, hang on…” You heard her muffle the receiver with her hand and say something to her kids in a firm voice. When she came back on the line the background was quieter.
“Okay, I’m in my room. Spill, woman. What kind of ‘late night’ did you have? It’s almost 10:00, I can’t believe you slept in this late! Must have been a really late night.” Monica sounded almost gleeful. 
“I- uh…” you stumbled over your words, completely unsure of how to start. Fortunately, Monica was a pro at interrogation, and drew everything out of you with a series of pointed questions.
“Were you alone?” 
“No.” 
“How many people were there besides you?”
“One.”
“Did you go out or stay in?”
“In.” 
“Girl or guy?” 
“Guy.”
“Your place or his?” 
“Mine.”
Monica laughed. “Ooh. Was it a date?”
“Kind of?” You hated how unsure your voice felt. 
“Who was it? Wait! Don’t tell me, let me guess: Mr. Handsome from your classroom?” 
“... Yeah,” you admitted, but weren’t sure why you felt guilty. Just a few minutes ago you had been so happy about Frankie’s presence in your bed. 
“Did you get takeout and eat dinner and watch a movie? Did he try anything during the movie? Oh! Did he put his hand on your boob?” Monica sounded like she was feasting vicariously on the idea of a date, any date, that didn’t involve being interrupted by a small human. 
“Uh…” 
“What is ‘uh’ supposed to mean?” You could hear the question mark forming above Monica’s head. 
“No dinner, no movie, and he did put his hands on my boobs - plural.”
“Holy shit did you fuck him?!” 
You gulped, and apparently that was all the confirmation Monica needed to chortle down the phone line at you.
“Go you! Holy shit, you move fast! I thought this time yesterday he was just a former student.” Monica teased you gently. “What changed?” 
“Um, he left his hat in my classroom.”
“And?”
“And when I called him and he came over to get it, he kind of… kissed me?”
Monica squealed. “Yay! Holy crap, was it good? Is he a good kisser? I bet he’s a good kisser.” 
Before you could answer, Monica’s nine-year-old son David bellowed in the background. “Mo-o-o-o-o-ommmmm!! Michael is touching me!” 
“Shit, hang on…” Monica muffled the phone again. You heard her use her ‘drill sergeant’ voice, muffled through the line until she removed her hand. “-your brother, or I’ll sell you both to the circus!” 
“We don’t have a circus!” yelled Michael, age 11. You laughed. 
“We will if you don’t stop touching your brother!” 
Monica sighed, “Where were we?” 
“Frankie kissed me.”
“Oh yeah!” Her voice brightened considerably. “Was it good? Like in ‘Pretty In Pink’ - did he have ‘strong lips’?” 
You laughed, “Yeah, actually, yes. He’s very talented in the kissing department.”
“And other departments, too, I bet. Where did he kiss you?” 
You stammered, “Uh… on the mouth…”
Monica giggled. “No, silly, where in your apartment did he kiss you?” 
“Oh! In the kitchen, by the pantry. I couldn’t reach the pasta on the top shelf and he, you know, reached up and got it for me. And then he kissed me.” 
“I thought you said there was no dinner.”
“There wasn’t... I didn’t get around to making the pasta.” 
“Ha!” Monica was back to gleeful. “And then what happened?”
“We talked. He felt bad about kissing me. Really awkward, but we talked about it and I assured him I wasn’t mad or anything. But I also told him I can’t have a long-term relationship with him.”
“What? Why not? He’s yummy,” Monica insisted. “And unless I’m totally missing something, I’m pretty sure he’s into you.”
“Yeah, no, I know. But Monica, he’s young. He’s about to ship off for basic training in a couple of weeks. I can’t expect him to want to maintain a new relationship long-distance. That’s…” you sighed. “That’s too much for him. And for me, too.”
“Oh, yeah, I guess so,” Monica sounded sad. “But then he fucked you anyway?”
“Yeah,” you smiled, remembering Frankie’s words on the couch. “He said he would take me for however long he could get me.” 
“Oh, shit,” Monica’s voice was soft. “He’s really into you, huh?” 
Your smile split into a grin. “Yeah, he is. But listen, don’t breathe a word of this to anybody, okay? I just don’t want it to be weird. I mean, it’s not weird. It’s actually weird how not-weird it is, but-”
“Who would I tell?” Monica laughed. “Everyone I socialize with is under 14 and they don’t care what their boring mom is doing. Not a word will leak from this end. Your secret is safe with me.” 
A tiny girl’s voice piped up in the background, “What secret?”
You laughed and Monica groaned, “I gotta go. There’s no privacy here apparently.” 
Mia, six years old and Monica’s youngest child, continued the quizzing technique that mimicked her mother’s style. “Mama, what secret? Is it a party? Are we going to McDonald’s?” 
You giggled. “Tell Mia I’ll take them all to McDonald’s the next time I come over.” 
Monica protested, “Absolutely not! I’ll let you tell them the next time you’re here. If I tell them now they’ll be pestering me about it non-stop.”
“Tell us what, Mama? What’s the secret?” 
“We’re going to the beach, and if you’re good I’ll get you ice cream.”
“Yay!” You heard Mia squeal and run out of the room.
“Gotta go, but call me later!” Monica disconnected and you stood smiling at the phone before you put it back on the base. It rang again almost immediately. 
You picked it up, expecting Monica. “Hey, what did you forget?” 
“My hat, again.” Frankie’s deep voice answered with a laugh. “How did you know it was me?”
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Frankie was amused and a bit befuddled. How had she known he was calling? 
He heard her laugh with surprise, and once again he was struck by how good he felt knowing that he was the cause of that sound. That whatever he’d said or done had struck her just right, and that she was laughing because of him, because he had made her happy. 
“Frankie, hi! No, I just hung up with Monica, I thought she was calling me back.” Her voice went softer, and Frankie felt a little tingle in his belly. “How are you?”
“I’m good,” Frankie infused his words with a warm smile. “Really good, actually. I had a pretty hot date last night.”
“Oh, did you?” she said playfully. “Anyone I know?”
“No, but she was fine,” Frankie teased. “A gorgeous, intelligent, fascinating woman. I thought she was way out of my league but she actually gave me a shot.”
She gasped theatrically. “Really? And then what happened?”
“I went over to her place, put the moves on her, gave her the full Frankie Morales treatment. In the end, she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I’d love to see her again soon.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, she’s a real firecracker. If I’m not careful she’s going to completely blow my mind, and then I’ll be no good for helicopter camp.”
She giggled, “Did you just call your Army training ‘helicopter camp’?” 
“Yeah, it’s like summer camp, only we don’t make crafts, and hopefully there’s less crying and fewer helicopter crashes.”
She howled with laughter, and Frankie felt his face split into a wide grin. If this was what he got from her with just a few stupid jokes, he would do it for the rest of his life. 
She gasped as she settled back down, and Frankie thrilled when she bubbled at him, “You’re too funny! Stop!” 
Frankie smiled, “Anyway, I’m hoping my girl won’t miss me too much. Wouldn’t want her to be sad after getting a taste of me. I’m very sweet apparently.”
“That you are,” she giggled again, “My sweet boy,” and it made Frankie feel positively gooey inside. He hoped he wasn’t about to kill her good mood with his next bit of news. 
“But listen, I have a problem,” he broached. 
“Oh yeah?” She sounded flirty, like she was expecting more innuendo. 
“Yeah, unfortunately. My mom left early for work with her car, and then my dad’s truck wouldn’t start, so he decided to borrow mine. I woke up to a note taped to my box of breakfast cereal. So unless you want to come pick me up, I’m kind of stuck here until they get home, sorry.” 
“Oh.” She sounded flat. “Do you want me to come get you? Is that…” she searched for a word, “Is that safe? Wouldn’t your parents see my car when I drop you back off tonight?” 
“Shit, I didn’t think of that.” Frankie sighed.
“Is it the same address from when you were in school?” she asked. “I pulled your phone number from an old contact sheet when I called about your hat. I know there’s no city bus out that way.”
“Yeah,” Frankie grimaced. “Same old house.”
“Hmm,” she hummed. “Sorry you can’t get yourself here.” 
Frankie opted for hopeful, “Do you want to just wait until tonight? They’ll both be home around 6:00, then I can head over.”
“Yeah, I guess that’ll be okay. We’ll just make do and work with what we have, right?” 
“Right.” Frankie pouted. “This sucks. I wanted to see you so bad this morning.” 
“Me, too,” she murmured into the phone. The sound of it made Frankie ache. 
Her voice brightened. “But hey, when you do get here tonight, I’ll make you that pasta we never got around to making yesterday. Deal?” 
“Deal.” Frankie grinned and lowered his voice to a husky growl, “Should I bring dessert, or will you be serving the same sweet thing I ate last night?”
She burst out in a throaty chuckle - a warm, pretty sound that made Frankie’s stomach flip over. He let the waves of it wash over him, reveling in the fact that she was once again laughing for him. 
Her laugh bubbled down into a musical sigh, and he could hear her smile through her next words, “Oh, Frankie… What am I going to do with you?”
“Anything you want,” he murmured. 
She hummed thoughtfully, “Anything?”
“Anything. I’ve got a little less than three weeks left,” Frankie inhaled deeply and hoped that she would know he meant every word, “...but I’m all yours for the duration. Surprise me.” 
“Oh, now there’s an idea.” She sounded brighter. “That I can definitely do for you.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” said Frankie. “I’ll see you around 6:30?” 
“Yeah, sweet boy. I’ll see you here at my place, 6:30.” 
“See you then,” Frankie murmured a goodbye and hung up the phone. 
Shit, he thought as he stretched his arms behind his head. Now what?
Frankie toyed with the idea of hitting the shower and rubbing one out, but he decided that he wasn’t particularly horny, so he could wait. Scratch that - he wanted to wait. She had felt amazing last night, so warm and snug around his cock. Even through the barrier of the condom she was the best thing Frankie had ever felt. The next time he came, he wanted it to be with her wrapped around him. And he didn’t want to risk that he wouldn’t be able to come again a second time, even with hours in between. He decided to save himself just for her, for tonight. 
After a bowl of cereal and a few phone calls, Frankie lined up plans with his old high school buddy Mark to play video games and shoot some hoops in the park. By 10:30 they were shit-talking on the blacktop and sweating up a storm in the summer heat. 
“Oh fuck you,” Mark called as Frankie sunk a basket. “You gotta let me have one, man.”
“Nope, you want a shot, you gotta come and take it,” Frankie shot back.
“That’s what your mom said to me last night,” Mark bragged. 
Frankie bounced the ball over to Mark with a grin, “Take your shot, douchebag.”
Mark’s throw hit the center of the basket and raised his fists in a victory gesture. “Boo-yah! That’s how it’s done!” 
Frankie grabbed the ball as it rolled back and popped it at Mark’s chest. “At least you play basketball better than you fuck.” 
“Oh, what would you know?” Mark grinned as he dribbled the ball lazily, “You haven’t seen a pussy since you came out of one.” 
“For your information, I had a wild first date last night.” He waited for Mark to line up at the basket. Just as Mark was about to shoot, Frankie added, “And for once it wasn’t your mom.” Mark fumbled and missed, and Frankie laughed. 
“Bullshit,” said Mark as he grabbed the ball and shot it back to Frankie. “What poor, demented girl did you trick into having sex with you?” 
“A woman, not a girl.” Frankie grinned. “An older woman.” He took a shot and hit the basket. 
Mark gaped at him. “An older woman? So like, what, twenty-five? Twenty-six? It wasn’t Darren’s older sister, was it? He’ll shit a brick.”
Frankie shook his head and laughed. “Definitely not Darren’s sister, and she’s a woman, a very sophisticated, sexy older woman.”
“Well, who is she?” Mark aimed and his shot hit the rim before dribbling back to him. 
“Can’t say, won’t say. My lips are sealed.” Frankie smiled, “But trust me, it’s good. She’s… amazing. I’m definitely buying her flowers the next time I see her.”
“Jesus Christ, dude. One date and you’re already pussy-whipped?” Mark shook his head as Frankie lined up his next throw. 
Frankie’s shot hit the rim and teetered for a moment before falling in. “You call it ‘pussy-whipped,’ I call it ‘romance,’” Frankie grinned. “We’ll see which one of us has a better summer. Trust me, she knows what she’s doing in bed. She’s better than all of my other girlfriends combined.”
Mark made a motion like he was jerking off. “What other girlfriends? Lefty and Righty?” 
Frankie rolled his eyes and popped the ball at Mark. “You’re up, dingus. Let’s finish and go home before I melt out here.”
By 11:30 they were back at Frankie’s house chugging Gatorade and calling for a pizza. Frankie decided to hop into a quick shower while Mark connected his Nintendo 64 console to the living room TV. He emerged from his bedroom, curls damp, and dressed in sweatpants and T-shirt just in time to hear Mark holler, “Hey dude, do you hook this up to AUX or Channel 3?” 
“Channel 3, same as always.”
“Bitchin’, I’m going to kick your ass at Mario Kart. I owe you a trouncing from the last time we played during Spring Break.” 
Frankie laughed. “Nuh-uh, never gonna happen. I’m gonna enjoy kicking your ass again. I’ll even do it as Princess Peach just to piss you off.”
“Oh fuck you,” Mark grinned. “It’s on.” 
Frankie and Mark got through three rounds, ribbing each other non-stop, before they were interrupted by the doorbell and a light knock. 
“Pizz-UH!” Mark bellowed. 
Frankie laughed and got up from the couch. He grabbed some cash from his wallet to cover the pizza and the tip. 
When he opened the door his jaw dropped. 
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You smiled at Frankie and peeped over the rim of your sunglasses. 
“Hi, Frankie. I’m here for your math tutoring,” you winked. 
Frankie’s wide eyes swept your frame, clad in your date-night dress from the grocery store. You watched his eyes trace from the bodice that flattered your bust just the way you liked, to the drape of the fabric over your hips, to the flirty hem and back up. You had gone all-out, even donning the same first-date jewelry and makeup as Saturday night, hoping he would enjoy the surprise. 
You took off your sunglasses and dropped your voice to a honeyed, sultry drawl, “We’re going to have to “study” awfully hard today, Frankie. Are you ready for your hands-on training?”
Frankie gulped hard, and you realized that his expression wasn’t surprise mixed with joy, but astonishment and something that looked an awful lot like fear. 
“Oh fuck,” Frankie winced, and your stomach trembled just a bit. 
You heard the sound of some video game music coming from the living room, and your brain caught up with the realization that there was an extra car parked out front, taking up the space behind Frankie’s dad’s truck in the driveway. You had parked three houses down and around the corner, out of paranoia that someone would see your car and somehow instantly know that you and Frankie were involved. But you hadn’t really looked at the extra vehicle when you walked across the lawn, it had barely registered. And now it seemed like Frankie wasn’t quite as ‘home alone’ as you thought. 
Just then a high, falsetto voice called from within the house, “Oh, loverboy! What’s taking you so long?” 
Frankie’s face blanched white, and you desperately hoped that you were misreading the situation. But given the terror on his face and the fact that someone else was in the house, there was an instant surge of nausea at the back of your throat. Your limbs felt heavy, and all the air seemed to have been sucked out of your lungs.
You looked at Frankie, suddenly unsure of yourself and your brilliant idea to come over and surprise him. Your brows knit together and you hated how small your voice sounded when you finally unstuck your tongue. 
“F-frankie?” You blinked rapidly to clear a few tears that threatened to well up. “Um, what’s going on?”
Frankie clenched his jaw and gave you a tight smile, “Um, that’s Mark. He’s fucking around.” 
He called out over his shoulder, “Shut the fuck up, man.” 
A male voice rang back, “Is it the pizza?” 
You exhaled a breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding, and Frankie looked at you sheepishly.
“I thought you- pizza- I mean,” he shook his head. “I thought you were the pizza guy.” 
You heard the slam of a car door from the street and Frankie looked over your shoulder, relieved. “There’s the pizza.” 
A heavy thud of footsteps sounded from inside, and a young man appeared in the front entryway, giving a cheery yell, “Pizza! Finally!” 
He stopped when he saw you, a look of recognition and confusion coloring his features. “Hey! What’re you doing here, Miss-” 
“Pizza’s here!” Frankie announced loudly, startling you. 
“Oh, hi Mark,” you waved lamely at your other former student. “Long time, no see. How’s your mom doing? She still working at the hospital?”
“She’s good, yeah… Uh,” he glanced at Frankie and then back at you, “What’s going on?”
You fumbled, “Um, I-” 
“Tutoring,” Frankie interrupted.
Mark’s quizzical frown dissolved into disbelief. “Tutoring? Man, we graduated four years ago. Why the fuck-”
“Got your pizza here,” a deep voice from behind made you jump, and you quickly moved to the side of the front door, blessedly out of Mark’s line of sight - and questions. 
You closed your eyes and tried to breathe slowly and bring your heart rate back to normal as Frankie paid for the pizza. When the delivery man left, you looked at Frankie and laughed weakly. 
“You’re busy, I should go.” 
Frankie shook his head, holding the pizza box in one hand and grabbing yours with his other. 
He leaned his face close to yours, “Don’t you dare.”
Frankie led you inside, where Mark still stood in the front entryway. 
“Here,” Frankie handed the pizza to Mark. “Why don’t you take that home?” 
“Take it home? You’re not gonna eat any-”
Frankie interrupted him. “I’m sorry, dude. I totally forgot I had tutoring today.” He turned to you. “Do you want to go sit in the dining room and I’ll grab my books?” 
“Yes! Great idea.” You smiled, “Good to see you again, Mark.” 
Mark looked at Frankie with skepticism. “Are you serious? What kind of tutoring could you possibly need?”
“Advanced trigonometry and physics for the flight training exam I have to take next month.” 
Frankie clapped Mark on the shoulder, “C’mon, I’ll help you pack up your Nintendo and you can head out. I’m really sorry I gotta bail on you.”
You bit your lip to suppress a smile and walked down the central hallway, past the kitchen, to the dining room at the back of the house. You felt giddy and a little weak from the roller-coaster of the past five minutes: from riding the high of excitement about surprising Frankie to the sickening dip of thinking he had another woman with him, to the sideways whip of seeing Mark and worrying that he would suspect that you and Frankie were up to something.
You sat down at the table and listened to their deep voices rumbling from the living room. A few moments later the front door opened and slammed shut, and you felt instantly relieved.
Frankie appeared in the doorway of the dining room, one broad shoulder propped against the side of the jamb, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you with wide eyes and a gentle smirk.  
You felt a giggle of a laugh bubbling up, and when Frankie’s smirk dissolved into a chuckle, you lost it. 
You both laughed until you cried. 
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Frankie watched her laugh, letting the sick swirl of adrenaline from the near-miss with Mark ebb away. He drank in the sight of her sitting at his dining room table, eyes crinkling with mirth and shoulders shaking as her laughter filled the room. She swiped a tear away from under one eye, and Frankie thought she had never looked so pretty. 
She had worn the same dress from the grocery store last Saturday night, and Frankie said a silent prayer thanking whichever prick had given her such a bad first date that she ended up in the produce section that night. 
Frankie grinned at her from the doorway, and when the laughter settled, he teased her a bit. “So, math tutoring, huh?” 
Her eyebrows flicked up and she shrugged with a soft smile, “You said surprise you.” She bit her lip. “Are you mad?” 
Frankie shook his head and walked over to her. He leaned down and kissed her, cupping her face in his hands. He took his time, pressing hard against her mouth with his own, and nuzzling his nose against hers as he bit off kisses until she whimpered with desire. 
“Do I seem angry to you?” he murmured. 
“No, but I was worried that-” 
Frankie stopped her mouth with another kiss. “Then there’s nothing to worry about.”
She smiled and gazed up at him. “So, a good surprise then?” 
Frankie smiled. “Great surprise, actually. Were you trying to do the whole ‘math tutoring seduction fantasy’ thing for me?” 
She looked a bit embarrassed, “Yeah, kind of cheesy, huh?”
“Very, but I love it.” Frankie grinned seductively, “I actually do have one skill I learned recently that I need you to evaluate, tell me how my progress is coming along.”
She raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”
“Oh I can’t tell you,” said Frankie as he kneeled next to her chair. “I have to show you.” 
She started to turn toward him and he put his hand on her thigh to stop her. “Stay right there,” he commanded. “Will you keep your legs under the table for me?”
She nodded her assent.
Frankie winked, “And for this demonstration you’ll need to put your hands flat on the tabletop.” 
She frowned skeptically at him, but complied, “Okay.” 
Frankie ducked his head to crawl under the table and sat back on his heels, centering himself between her knees. He ran his fingers lightly up the backs of her calves, and her legs trembled. He smiled softly. Seeing her affected by him was so addicting, he wanted more of it. 
He flexed his fingers to brush against the little dimple behind each knee, and she giggled and shivered. Frankie skimmed his hand up, pulling the fabric of the dress higher to pool over her thighs. 
She brought one hand down to pull her dress up and Frankie caught her fingers with his own. He placed a kiss to the back of her hand and heard her exhale a shaky breath. 
“Put your hand back up, please?” He murmured. “I got you.”
She let go and her hand disappeared, back on top of the table. Frankie pushed the hem of her dress higher and higher, until he could see the lace of her panties covering her mound. He ran his palms over the tops of her thighs and back down, then gently hooked his fingers behind her knees and pulled her legs wide apart. He placed a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of one thigh. 
He heard her inhale sharply, followed by a softly voiced, “Oh,” full of wonder.
Frankie ran his fingers up the outsides of her thighs, reveling in the feel of her soft skin under his touch. When he reached the waistband of her underwear he tugged gently down, and she shifted to hover just off the chair, allowing him to slide them down off her hips. Frankie pulled her panties down her legs at a glacial pace, delighting in the tremble of her legs and the way that goosebumps appeared as the lace and his fingertips skimmed along. 
Finally, her panties were off and Frankie could see all of her. He hooked his fingers around the back of her knees again, “Scoot towards me. Lean back,” he told her.
She scooted forward on the chair until she was almost at the edge, and as her back settled against the chair her legs fell open wider. Frankie felt himself getting hard in his sweatpants as more of her gorgeous pussy came into view. He wanted to tease her and make her legs tremble more, bring her to the height of anticipation and arousal. 
He started low, teasing her with gentle strokes of his fingers around her ankles and slowly up the backs of her calves. Frankie saw her hips roll and he heard her hum with anticipation. He placed a soft, warm kiss to the inside of one knee, and she shivered for him again. 
Frankie grinned and dragged his fingers higher, skimming the outsides of her knees with a grazing touch. He kissed the inside of her other thigh, reveling in the way that her legs shifted open just another inch. He felt his cock pulse at the sight of her glistening lips, and the way that her warm, unique scent enveloped him as she got more aroused. 
He ran both hands up the outsides of her thighs to the junction of her hips and then dragged them slowly back down, flexing his fingers so that his nails just skimmed along. Above the table, she moaned for him, and Frankie felt an overwhelming sense of gratification at the realization that he could do all of this for her, make her tense and relax by turns, make her as turned-on as she made him. 
He shifted forward and laid his tongue to the inside of her knee, letting the heat of it linger in the wake of the goosebumps that had risen. He wrapped his lips around the tip of his tongue and kissed her softly. He did the same to the inside of her other knee, and she tensed, her legs threatening to close as she moaned again. 
Frankie kept his hands moving, back up the tops of her thighs this time, tracing a path to the junction of her hips once again. He paused there to press his fingertips in just a bit, watching her jump at the ticklish sensation before he released his fingers and skimmed them back down over her knees. 
When he made his third pass up her legs, Frankie chose the route along her inner thighs. He pressed his fingers more firmly than he had on the other two passes, and went even slower. He heard her sigh raggedly, and then her hands came down. One gripped the seat of the chair and the other grasped at the fabric of her skirt. 
Frankie froze, and he saw the moment she realized and let go, untwisting her fingers from the rumpled fabric of her dress and lifting them back up to rest on the tabletop. He grinned to himself and rewarded her with another hot, wet kiss to her inner thigh. He decided to tease her one final bit before he dove in, and he skimmed his lips higher and higher up her thigh in the wake of his fingers. 
She shivered and her legs trembled as his fingers reached her outer lips. Frankie ghosted his fingers up and down her pussy, and he was rewarded with another deep moan and a sigh. Even better was the sight of her practically leaking onto the vinyl seat of the dining room chair. Frankie’s erection protested against the confines of his sweatpants. He stifled a groan as he leaned forward and his sensitive tip rubbed against the fabric. 
Frankie stuck his tongue out and ran it lightly over her lips, up her seam to her clit. She made a strangled noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a moan, and Frankie felt flush with pride. He still couldn’t believe she was his, that she was here with him, and that he could make her make those noises. Frankie thought back to one former girlfriend who had always told him that he was a great kisser; he was amused to realize that he should have been using his talents all this time to simply make out with a girl’s pussy instead of treating oral like it was a separate skill, like it was something different that he needed to learn anew. 
He dove in eagerly, using his fingers to pull her open gently as he wrapped his lips around the hard bud of her clit. She cried out and slammed one hand on the tabletop as he licked and probed her most intimate places with his tongue, reveling in the way her wetness ran down his chin. He wrapped his fingers around her hips and pressed his face harder against her core as she began to tremble and thrash. She moaned and bucked under his lips, and Frankie used her movements to his advantage, following her with his mouth and keeping his iron grip on her hips. 
He licked down and stuck his tongue inside of her as far as it would go, and released one hand from her hip so that he could press and manipulate her clit with his thumb. He heard her gasp as her legs tried to close, and he used his other hand to hold one knee open. 
She tensed up, sitting up a little straighter on the chair before she fell apart in his mouth, clenching around his tongue and crying out a nonsensical string of, “Fuck… Frankie, oh god… oh fuck!”
Frankie withdrew his tongue and licked her slowly up and down as she climaxed. He pressed one finger inside to feel the last of her throbbing pulses as she came down. He kissed her thigh again as he rubbed her walls slowly, pressing her clit with his thumb gently. When her hand came down to pat his wrist, a signal to let go, he withdrew.  
He wiped his mouth with a cupped hand and emerged from under the table to find her limp, slumped back in the chair with a gorgeous, soft smile on her face. She met his eyes and sighed, shaking her head in wonderment. 
“Frankie- you-” she gulped. “That was amazing.”
He grinned at her. “Getting better?” 
She laughed, “Yeah, your skills are definitely improving.”
Frankie smiled and helped pull her up to stand in front of him, wrapping her in an embrace and kissing her deeply. She tangled her tongue with his and hummed with satisfaction. 
Frankie broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers, suffused with warmth and happiness that she was his, even for just a few weeks.
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so i’ve been thinking about these two moments in Tugger’s song for a while, and i just realized today how well they play into one of my main hcs!
I’ve posted before about how my hc for Alonzo, Tumblebrutus, and Pouncival is that they’re brothers, but Alonzo had to leave in order to find a better place to raise his brothers. Tumblebrutus and Pouncival became lost, however, and Alonzo spent forever searching for them until he finally found them and brought them to the Junkyard.
WELL
My other hc is that Plato was also a street cat before joining the Jellicles and meeting Victoria. So Plato’s really the only other cat in the tribe who Alonzo, Tumblebrutus, and Pouncival can really relate to. 
Tumblebrutus doesn’t talk much about the Time Before with Alonzo or anyone else, but Plato’s always there with an ear in case the younger tom wants to talk, and Tumblebrutus does talk to Plato. He doesn’t want to make Alonzo feel guilty for leaving, because Tumblebrutus knows that Alonzo didn’t mean for them to become lost for so long.
In return, Plato teaches Tumblebrutus and Pouncival how to dance and becomes something of a mentor to them.
He also understands when Tumblebrutus starts hoarding food in his and Pouncival’s den, or when Pouncival starts to stick to Tumblebrutus’ side like glue and won’’t stop snuggling into his brother’s side, or when the two brothers hear a certain sound on a quiet night and immediately freeze up.
Plato doesn’t say anything. He just brings some fresh food to Tumblebrutus, because he knows what it’s like to root through garbage for his next meal, he allows Pouncival to snuggle into his back in the tiniest ball because he knows what it’s like to not be warm enough, and he asks Munkustrap to tell a story, because he knows that a sudden sound in the dark can never be a good thing.
So when Alonzo isn’t around, or he’s doing Grown Up Cat Things, Tumblebrutus and Pouncival know that they have someone else that they can go to, someone else who understands. 
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little-diable · 3 years
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Another one - Jasper Hale (smut)
This is a combination of a few requests (three anons and @ruerue101​)
Some good ole major Jasper smut. Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: the fem!reader keeps on teasing the major, till he snaps and gives in
Warnings: smut, 18+, major Jasper, overstimulation
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She missed him, missed his soft touch, the cold arms he’d protectively wrap around her as she’d sleep. For the past week she had constantly teased him, in public as he couldn’t touch her, behind closed doors as he’d slowly but surely lose his focus. 
Jasper had been away for the weekend, hunting up in the mountains, though he got distracted every now and then, golden eyes focused on a picture she’d send him. If (y/n) would feel extra confident that day, she’d take a picture of herself in the mirror, dressed in his favorite lingerie of hers, body still wet from showering just moments ago. 
On Saturday night she had called him, husky voice whispering sweet nothings, teasing the vampire with every word she spoke, talking about her deepest desires, about the way she’d want him to touch her. She’d run her hands up and down her body, touching herself to his raspy voice, the promising words he spoke, bringing herself closer to the edge. 
But with every move of hers she was breaking a rule, (y/n) had promised him that she wouldn’t touch herself, that she would wait for him. 
On Sunday night he stepped into the silent mansion, skipping a few stairs, excitedly opening the door to his bedroom, golden eyes finding her (y/e/c) ones. With a smirk on his pale lips he locked the door behind him, wordlessly moving towards his bed, she was covered by the big blanket, naked body still hidden from his curious eyes, hands frozen in place. 
“Didn’t you promise me something, darlin’?” Jasper clicked his tongue, he felt himself fading away, effortlessly giving the major enough room to appear. “I’m sorry major” her breath hitched in her chest, hairs on her skin rose in anticipation, heat pooled between her thighs, clit throbbing from her touch. “You’ve been nothing but a brat lately” Jasper ripped the blanket off her, fabric crashing down to the floor, exposing every inch of her skin “such a brat” he repeated.
“I-” (y/n) stammered “I need you, please”. She was greedy for his touch, had missed him way too much, even though it only had been a few days, his touch had an addicting effect to it, would leave her begging for more with every time he’d run his hands up and down her skin. 
“Touch me, please major” her eyes fell shut, waiting for him to give in, to undress himself and to have his way with her, but he wasn’t moving “you’re not in control darlin’”. His eyes burned holes through her skin “touch yourself” Jasper placed himself at the end of his bed, gaze not leaving her body, wandering down to her spread thighs. 
“What? But-” a snarl interrupted her, his hands tightly gripped her ankles, spreading her legs even further “I won’t repeat myself”. With trembling fingers she circled her clit, coaxing a relieved sigh out of herself, though nothing would ever feel as good as his hands. “Look at you, you’re dripping darlin’” Jasper had to stop himself from giving in, from running his fingers along her slit, tasting the sweet arousal of hers. 
“Please major, touch me, please” a desperate, pathetic whine spilled from her lips, dilated pupils focused on his frame. Jasper didn’t reply, tugged on her ankles once again, pulling her down the mattress “such an impatient little girl”. Cold lips met her pulsing clit, lapping at her folds like a starved man, adding more pressure with two fingers that pumped in and out of her heat. 
“Tonight you’ll be a good girl and listen” he didn’t leave any room to argue, not as if she’d ever go against the major, he’d get what he was thirsting for one way or another. “I promise major” she felt her orgasm nearing, heat overtook her body, made sweat beard her skin. “Cum for me darlin’” her body followed his command, giving into her first orgasm of the night, thrashing around on the bed, moaning and groaning his name. 
But he didn’t stop just there, Jasper kept on thrusting his fingers, curling them against her sweet spot, rubbing her enlarged clit, adding and adding pressure. “Jas” (y/n) panted his name, forgetting about the title she should use to address him, eyes snapping open as he delivered a harsh slap to her folds. 
“Major, I’m sorry” she tried to row backwards, walls clenching and unclenching, she could feel another orgasm fast approaching. (Y/n) tried to shake her head, she wanted to cum around his length, wanted to feel all of him, but she had to follow the majors command. “Cum” Jasper smirked, golden eyes admiring her exhausted looking features, the wide pupils of hers, he felt the need and lust flood through her, the sensation shot tingles right down to his crotch. 
He gave her a few seconds to catch her breath, undressing himself, hard length aching to be buried inside of her. Jasper crawled up her body, he fell back into his role as a predator, about to pounce on his prey. He connected their lips, tongues battling for victory, distracting her from the sharp pain that shot through her. (Y/n) was still not used to his girth, to the length that was about to ruin her, walls trying to adjust, fluttering around his warm skin. 
“Fuck” her whimper coaxed a chuckle out of him, he was set on a fast pace, ferocious thrusts that left her moaning. “Look at you, so perfect for me darlin’” Jasper nibbled on her lower lip, hands placed on either side of her head, hips crashing against hers, forcing (y/n) to wrap her legs around his middle. Her head was spinning, heart skipping a few beats, she’d cum again, would tumble over the edge, not quite sure, if her body could take another orgasm. 
“Major I don’t-” a cry of hers interrupted herself, eyes falling down to her clit. Jasper had sneaked a hand between them, thumb rubbing her bundle of nerves “yes you can”. Without another sound that spilled from her lips her body gave into another release “major” (y/n) sobbed, hands grasping his shoulders, desperately trying to find something to hold onto. 
The clenching of her walls urged him on, it wouldn’t take long till he’d give in, till he’d paint her walls white. A few golden locks fell into his features, clinging to his pale forehead, strands she combed away with trembling fingers “I love you” her raspy voice made him smile, lips finding hers. 
But Jasper wasn’t quite done with his teasing just yet “you can give me another one, I know you can darlin’”. She tried to shake her head, her body wouldn’t and couldn’t give in once again, but it seemed like he wasn’t accepting a no, thumb returning to her painfully throbbing clit. 
“I got you” his voice lured her in, made her eyes flutter close as a soft moan fell from her lips, walls aching around his length. Jasper gave it a few more thrusts, eyes focused on hers, he’d cum the second her orgasm would rock through her. A few black spots appeared in her vision, (y/n) sobbed and sobbed, till her release left her panting. 
“Good girl” Jasper followed her down the rabbithole, giving into his orgasm, into the heavenly feeling that flooded through the both of them. “I love you” he whispered into her hair, hands running up and down her body, pressing her into his cold skin, soothing her pain. Tonight he’d take good care of her, would shower her with love and affection, appreciating every inch of his gorgeous mate. 
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The Heist (part 3/finale)
Steve x Reader
Chapter summary: Captain’s plan worked. Now you’re in for a lot of trouble after trying to break into his apartment. He’ll have you. Just like he wanted.
Warnings: 18+, explicit sex, dark, rape/non-con, forced orgasm, praise and degradation kink, kidnapping, mentions of strip club, mentioned anal, swearing, mild violence, slight Stockholm
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“You wanna be treated like a whore?” he seethed. “Fine. I’ll treat you like a whore.”
Steve wrenched you from the wall and let you fly back toward his bed, your feet tripping over themselves as well as the chain attached to the cuff secured around your ankle before you finally tumbled onto the mattress. Your breathing was heavy as you glared back at his cerulean eyes which were narrowed, daring you to try anything.
And you did. Because fuck if you weren’t going down without a fight.
You darted out to the right, arm reaching out to take grip of the lamp on his nightstand. You grabbed hold of it and pivoted your body around as your arm flung out toward his head. Steve simply intercepted the hit with a firm grasp, and you gritted your teeth as the two of you began an aggressive tug of war for the lamp.
“Stop. This. Now,” Steve scolded as if you were a child before giving a sharp tug, the lamp slipping out of your hand.
“No thanks.” You grinned, catching him off guard, before you grabbed both his shoulders as support and kneed him in the groin. Hard.
Steve let out a pained groan. He dropped the lamp, and you caught it by the handle before using all your strength to swing the base against his head like a baseball bat. He stumbled backwards while his hand reached up near his temple. He pulled it back and inspected the blood. You remained frozen, having hoped that the blow would have at least knocked him out. His broad figure compromised your escape route to the door of his bedroom, so running was not an option.
“We need to fix this fuckin’ attitude of yours,” he grumbled, and while you were lost in your predicament of all escape routes being impossible, he snatched the lamp, this time breaking it in half like a toothpick before tossing both ends over his shoulder to the opposite side of the room. “I wanted a kind and docile housewife. Not some ungrateful bitch.” 
He practically pounced on you, and you fought, pushing against his brick wall of body, before relenting with the knowledge he was far too strong for you.
“Well you’ve got the wrong person, buddy-pal,” you quipped, but your voice trembled in your compromised position..
“No. I don’t. Because I’ve already seen her, you, at the club. And I don’t know why the hell you gotta give me some attitude when I’m trying to save you from the shitshow of a life you’re livin’. Maybe you’re just scared. Scared of letting someone take care of you when you’ve been fighting for yourself for so long, so you put on the unappreciative bitchy exterior.” 
Was this man serious? How delusional did he have to be to think all of that after one encounter?
“Well guess what,” he whispered, face so close to you that his breath fanned over you. “I’ll fucking rip it apart. I’ll break you down. Shatter this pathetic wall you have up until I get back the girl at the club. Might take a couple good fuckings, but I’ll finally get it out of you.” His thumb stroked your cheek, brushing away the tears that had shed at his admissions. “Aww, baby, don’t cry,” he cooed. “This is for the best.”
You let out a small whimper, another round of tears flowing, at the sound of his belt unbuckling and fly coming undone. 
You began pounding against his chest and begged him not to.
You wouldn’t go down without a fight.
Easily holding you down, Steve let out a stuttered moan as he entered you slowly. You begging turned into sounds of agony as he stretched you out and filled you like no other had before. 
“I wanted our first time time to be special. Slow and loving,” he confessed as he stilled inside of you. He slowly pulled out before slamming his hips back in and muffling your shriek with a large hand. “Gotta say, this is still pretty special though. Might just love those big watery doe eyes lookin’ at me a little more than that cute smile of yours. You just look so pretty, all wrecked and crying for me, doll.” He moved his hand slightly aside to lick a strip of your tear stained cheek, letting out a hum of approval.
You thrashed under him, hands lashing out until one of his own came to wrangle both wrists above your head, so you resorted to bucking your hips in hopes of throwing him off. It was hopeless. 
But you wouldn’t go down without a fight.
The hand covering your mouth moved down to hold you hip down in a bruising grip. He just rutted into you harder and faster in response to your outburst.
You couldn’t bring yourself to make a noise. The searing of your walls was slowly melting into pleasure. You feared accidentally letting a moan slip and alerting Steve to your pleasure.
But Steve could tell how you enjoyed it. Although tears flowed freely from your eyes, your pussy squelched, the sound blending in with the clapping of skin each time he drove into you.
“Told you. I’d fuck you. Like a whore,” He managed to get out between thrusts. “And you fuckin’ love it too.” He let out a dark chuckle. “God you’re such a slut.”
You whined as he pulled out when he flipped you over, but he made up for it by beginning to drill into you harder than before. With every brutal thrust, his cock glided against your g-spot before the tip punched against your cervix, and your eyes rolled back into your head.
Steve roped your hair around his palm and yanked your head back. Your back arched painfully to accommodate.
“Tell me you’re a slut. Tell me your my slut. Only mine. Only for me. Not that stupid fuckin’ club. Mine.”
“N-no. No,” you stuttered, barely being able to form words. You wouldn’t let him have his victory. You wouldn’t give it to him and bend to him.
Because you wouldn’t go down without a fight.
He once again yanked your hair, this time using the momentum to bring your body flush against him. His other arm came to wrap around your waist, and he secured your back to him, never once letting up on fucking you. The new angle made your body light on fire, and a moan escaped past your lips.
“Say it. Say you’re my slut and I’ll let you cum.”
You wouldn’t. You still had some dignity left. You’d be strong. You’d-
“Oh fuck, I’m your slut. Please let me cum. Please, please, I need it so bad. I’m your fucking slut! Only yours Steve!” you cry out. Humility and pleasure both burned your body.
“Atta girl,” he grunted, quickening his pace. “Cum now. Cum all over my cock.”
You did just that. Your cunt clenched around his cock while you gushed around him. Pleasure constricted around your entire body like fire. 
“Good little whore. All mine,” Steve chanted, but you barely heard him. All you could think about was Steve and his cock. You shattered. Your mind, your body, your will, all shattered to a million pieces.
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You sigh, smoothing down the flowy pink skirt that stopped right about your knees. That was all six months ago but it felt like years. Steve made good on his word. Here you were, the good little docile housewife, waiting for him to return home from a mission that had taken him three days, a home cooked meal sitting on the table. Waiting to be devoured by the ravenous man who would return. Just like you.
You didn’t even attempt to escape this time. The first time you had managed to shatter the living room window with a lamp (ironic, huh?) while Steve was in the bathroom. You had made it down the fire escape before he intercepted you in the alley and dragged you quietly back to the apartment with a gun concealed between your bodies. When you got inside, Steve brutally took your virgin asshole. The second time, you tried the same thing, but Steve caught you before you even stepped foot out the window. After replacing the glass with a new bulletproof material from S.H.I.E.L.D., he starved you for five days, only allowing you water. He still made you cook for him though. It was a cruel joke to him, watching you make him a meal while your stomach was about to eat itself. He’d fuck you hard after, and your body felt like it’d break in half.
The third time was three months after that. You’d managed to gain his trust enough to let him take you for a walk in the park, and after a knee to the groin, you took off and hid yourself in a crowd of people. It wouldn’t be a good image for Captain America to be hunting down an innocent girl on the streets of New York. You managed to be away from him for almost 24 hours, but you couldn’t go to the police. After telling them you were a stripper that broke into Captain America’s apartment, you highly doubt they’d believe the rest of your story.
You were in the grocery store with some stolen cash when Bucky Barnes finally caught you. He muttered a couple words about how pretty Bella was and how he’d hate to put a bullet through her pretty head, and you followed him like a dog back to Steve’s building. Steve, as a thank you to Bucky and a punishment for you, let Bucky fuck you for hours till you passed out with his metal hand around your neck.
You smile to yourself, hoping Steve would be happy that you remained compliant and would be there to greet him as he returned home.
The sound of a lock turning snaps you out of your thought, and your head turns to the door as Steve enters.
“Sweetheart!” you say as you throw yourself on him, hands intertwined behind his neck.
“Hi honey,” he greets, smiling down at you, taking in the sight before he leans down to give you a peck on your painted red lips. You almost frown at your eagerness to return it. Almost. But your interest is directed toward Steve as he reaches into a paper shopping bag. “Got you a little something. Know how much you love to paint.” 
He pulls out a set of brushes, showing them to you, before handing you the entire bag. You look inside and gasp. So many colors and canvases. This was your life before he had trapped you, and here he was, giving you a piece of it back.
“Steve, I don’t even know how to thank you,” you begin. “I-”
Steve cuts you off with a deep kiss.
“Anything for my girl. Besides I figured you could use some practice.”
“For what?” you ask.
“Well, I bought us a house!” he announces, grinning. “That implant of yours will be wearing off in a couple months, and I’d love for you to paint a mural in the nursery. For our baby.”
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Kuroo x reader - ...Yet it Happened Again (you did once pt.2)
⚠️Warnings - Bokuto running around without underwear so his pants and his asscheeks prolly stank, none
Pronouns - he/him
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You can find part one here!
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“I never stood a chance, did i?” Kuroo chuckled. It was a sad chuckle, one that made (Y/n) want to cry as well.
“That’s the sad part.” (Y/n) pressed his lips into a fine line, turning it into a smile connotated with pity.
“You did once.”
(Y/n) rubbed at the back of his head, trying not to suffocate in the aggravating silence that consumed the air. He looked off to the side, looking to the ground where his feet stood, then kept his gaze trained on his feet.
He didn’t want to see Kuroo’s face again. Not because he was uncomfortable that he liked him, no. He was sure they’d be good buddies again in a few days. He just didn’t want to see that pitiful expression that hung heavy with rejection. Even (Y/n) was an empathetic person.
“We should head back...” (Y/n) said, mumbling into the ground. “Yeah,” Kuroo’s disembodied voice rang, albeit a bit wavy and dry. It twisted (Y/n’s) heart into knots.
(Y/n) pushed off the railing and began to walk away. People would be wondering where they went.
“Are you comi-“ (Y/n’s) voice hitched in his throat.
Kuroo was smiling. His eyes closed, a gentle, warm smile on his face as he held himself with his arms wrapped tightly around themselves. (Y/n’s) furrowed his eyebrows.
Kuroo seemed to notice the gaze of confusion from him, so he looked up. His eyes were gentle, they held no grudge or blame for (Y/n), eyes that respected and adored his decision, even if it was rejection on his part. Some part of him wished Kuroo would be more mad, so he didn’t have to feel so bad about turning down his confession.
“There’s...” Kuroo finally spoke up after what seemed like forever. “...nothing I can really do to change your mind.”
Kuroo’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. Not smirk, but a soft, clad smile. (Y/n) frowned.
“And it made me realize just how happy I am to still be your friend. And I think I’m satisfied with that for now.”
Kuroo hiked himself off the railing as well, not bothering for an answer from (Y/n) and his unreadable expression. He walked past him, before stopping and turning around.
“Thanks for hearing me out, (Y/n). I have my answer now and I can stop stressing, so thank you for that.”
“Let’s go back.”
(Y/n) nodded quietly. He didn’t trust his voice to come out the way he wanted, so he chose to silently follow Kuroo back to the gym.
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Why did it feel so bad?
He knew rejecting people always felt sort of burdenful, but he never thought about things like that more than a day at most, usually forgetting the whole thing happened after a good amount of time. But (Y/n) found himself thinking about it even three days after his rejection to Kuroo.
Was it because it was his friend who he rejected? His old crush? (Y/n) bounced a volleyball against the ground, before bringing it up into a toss. He tossed the ball absentmindedly as his teammates did whatever solo practice they wanted to do.
(Y/n) hummed to himself. Even though he was confused as to why it felt so bad to reject Kuroo, he wondered why he didn’t take his rejection more heavily even more.
It was a rejection, he should’ve been at least a bit more sad then that. But he was smiling. Kuroo was smiling as (Y/n) so selfishly told him he didn’t love him. God, why did he have to confess so early into training camp?
Maybe it was because he was such a kind person...a kind, kind person. He was lucky to have a friend like that, willing to be happy being friends with someone like him, who broke his heart. So lucky. Lucky that Kuroo was kind and caring and-
The volleyball dropped and bounced off (Y/n’s) face, before tumbling onto the ground and bouncing away. (Y/n) stumbled back with a groan, tripping and falling onto his ass as he tried to regain his bearings. He must’ve been so lost in his thoughts that he forgot he was tossing the ball. He sat and rubbed at his face. It stung, especially since the ball dropped from so high up.
“(Y/n)!”
He heard a voice yell. (Y/n’s) heart swelled. From guilt or from something else, he didn’t know.
In a second Kuroo was standing over him, a worried look on his face. He crouched down to his side.
“Are you okay? That looked like it hurt.” Kuroo gave no time for (Y/n) to answer, as he pulled his hand away from his head and cupped his cheek. He brought (Y/n’s) face close to his own, examining it closely. (Y/n) held his breath, and looked anywhere but him. “Your forehead looks kinda red.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine...” (Y/n) brought his hand up to Kuroo’s wrist to get him to let go of his face, but he held it firm, but with the gentleness of a feather at the same time. His hand was warm. He wished it was cold so his heart would calm down. He wished he would let go already.
Kuroo scanned the gym for the nearest adult. Coach Nekomata was busy being talked off by Karasuno’s coach, so he couldn’t go there. And he’s pretty sure everyone else was busy. Kuroo sighed.
“Get up, I’m taking you to the health office so you can rest.”
In a second, (Y/n) was pulled to his feet and walking towards the health office. Kuroo yelled something over to a nearby coach, who nodded and let him continue to the office.
“Wh-but it was just a bump-?!”
Kuroo held his fingers to his lips. “Dude, I’m bailing you out from practice for a few minutes, the least you can do is thank me.”
(Y/n) let his mouth fall closed. He furrowed his brows with a huff as he walked in silence.
Kuroo Tetsurou is such a kind person.
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(Y/n) flopped onto the nurse's office’s bed face down, sighing into the dense mattress. It wasn’t even that comfortable, but to a tired volleyball player, it was like laying on warm clouds.
“Air conditioning feels so niiiiiiiice...” (Y/n) sunk deeper into the school-provided pillows, his sweat beginning to cool as the AC blew cold air into the room. Kuroo closed the office door, so no one would catch them ditching, and sat down on the bed next to (Y/n).
He sat there for a few seconds, testing the waters, before slowly laying down beside (Y/n). He looked up from the pillow, an unreadable expression on his face as he looked at Kuroo laying down.
“Am I not allowed to lay down?”
“Well-it’s just—“
“Calm down, (Y/n),” Kuroo chuckled. He shifted from his spot on the small bed, laying on his side and facing (Y/n). “Just cause I like you doesn’t mean I’m gonna pounce on you while we’re resting or something.”
“I’m tired too.”
Kuroo pulled up the folded blanket to both of their shoulders. (Y/n) shrunk back into the mattress slightly when Kuroo placed the bed sheet over him. “If they ask where we were, just say I was icing your forehead or something.”
Kuroo settled into the bed. In seconds, (Y/n) could’ve sworn he was already out like a light, quietly snoring while he wrapped his arms around himself atop the blanket. It didn’t help that the bed was small, made for people of normal height and certainly only for one person.
Especially with Kuroo, almost 6’2; (Y/n) was closer to Kuroo’s face than he would have liked.
He saw the way Kuroo’s chest would flutter every time he took a deep breath in, or the way his impossibly messy hair fell into his face, making it even more untamable than it already is. Or the way his lips were so deliciously parted, making his face look relaxed and peaceful.
He could stare at it forever. He could stare at him forever. And it was scary.
(Y/n) clutched the fabric of his shirt that clung right over his heart. There was no way he could sleep like this. Not when he was so close to Kuroo Tetsurou...
But even as he thought that, both of them somehow woke up entangled in each others arms, comfortable, and skipping practice peacefully. Not even Coach Nekomata had the heart to wake them up when he so curiously wandered into the health office looking for the two. Which is why they didn’t until Yaku dragged Kuroo forcefully onto the ground, bringing (Y/n) down with him.
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(Y/n) thinks he knows why it felt so bad.
It wasn’t as hard to figure out. After all, the warm, fluttery feeling he felt as he woke up so suddenly, on the ground staring up at Yaku while directly on Kuroo’s chest was too telling.
The feelings he tried so hard to forget were resurfacing again. And he hated it.
Don’t get him wrong, Kuroo openly admitted to liking him just a few days ago, and just yesterday he woke up on top of his chest, but it was almost embarrassing to admit he was falling all over again. He didn’t want to. God, he didn’t want to.
Suck it up, keep it inside until training camp is over. That’s what he told himself. Then (Y/n) wouldn’t have to see Kuroo’s stupid, lovable face all day every day. Maybe then these feelings would bubble over again. That easy.
“(Y/n)~!”
Or so he thought.
Kuroo came jogging up to (Y/n), a plate of breakfast in his hand as he slumped down in the seat next to him. Kuroo dug into his breakfast, piling rice into his mouth as (Y/n) hummed out a greeting.
Kuroo swallowed a big lump of rice thickly. He clasped his hands together, before rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “Sorry about yesterday...totally didn’t expect to fall asleep on you...or koala you while I was sleeping…”
“S’fine…” (Y/n) said, hungrily shoveling food into his mouth. He barely heard anything that Kuroo said over the sound of his stomach rumbling. Kuroo raised an eyebrow.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Yesh.” (Y/n) chewed, thought about it, then swallowed. “...No.”
“(Y/nnnnn)!” Kuroo banged on the table lightly as he whined jokingly. (Y/n) chuckled into his plate of rice.
“Kidding, kidding! Yeah, I heard-”
“Though I wouldn’t blame you if it went totally over your head there. Y’know, since you’re so dense sometimes~”
“Fuckin-Tetsurou!”
Kuroo cackled as (Y/n) spat rice at him while he sputtered. His laugh was unrestrained, and as funny-sounding as it was, it sounded so genuine and wholehearted that you couldn’t help but listen as his laughter sang. It was stupid. It was Kuroo.
(Y/n) stopped laughing before Kuroo, stopping unconsciously to listen to his contagious laugh. He only then realized he called him by his first name habitually, like he’d done years ago. As his laughter died down, (Y/n) quickly turned to his plate of half-eaten food to avoid being caught staring at him.
“Ahhhh sorry sorry-you’re just very fun to-Kenma! Get off you’re psp and eat, damnit!”
Kuroo stood up from the table, pointing at Kenma, who was trying to somehow hide himself behind Hinata. Kuroo turned back to (Y/n). “Sorry, let me grab Kenma’s psp real quick. He was gonna sit next to us until he saw Shrimpy over there, and he’s probably too busy showing him his games to eat. Gimme a sec, ‘kay?”
Kuroo fled from the table, disappearing off to nag Kenma like a mom. (Y/n) picked up his chopsticks, picking up a small veggie with his sticks when a phone buzzed.
(Y/n) fished his phone out of his pocket, switching it on only to be met with a blank screen with his background photo. A picture of him and Kuroo posing in front of a ramen shop’s fish mascot, pretending to eat it as Kenma set his hand on the fish to contribute to the photo. No notifications. It wasn’t his phone.
The phone buzzed again, and it was only then (Y/n) realized it was the phone on the table, in the seat directly next to him. Kuroo’s seat. It was Kuroo’s phone.
(Y/n) pursed his lips. He grabbed the phone, intending to turn it off or dismiss the notification, when his eyes caught the message banner.
One new message from “Yumemite”
Huh. He could’ve sworn the last time he’d seen Kuroo’s phone, her contact name was somewhere along the lines of “Cutie Yumi <3” or “love of my life”. But it was what was under that banner that really peaked his interest.
‘hows it goin with (Y/n)????’
(Y/n) knew he shouldn’t intrude on Kuroo’s texts. It was a breach of privacy, and Kuroo could come back any second. Still, the message was about him, so he had a right to know...right?
He typed in Kuroo’s password the last he remembered it. Yumemite’s birthday. Quickly typing in the digits, his cringed slightly when the words ‘INCORRECT PASSWORD’ glared at him, and erased the wrong password from the text box.
(Y/n) glared back at Kuroo’s phone, even as he felt a sense of pride that Yumi’s birthday wasn’t the answer. He typed in Kuroo’s own birthday into the text box with a smirk.
The screen flashed ‘INCORRECT PASSWORD’ once again.
Now, this really got (Y/n) confused. Kuroo was very basic with passwords. His birthday, or someone else’s birthday like his mom, had always been his go-to password. But it was almost always his own birthday. (Y/n) gulped, and hesitantly typed in one more birthday into the box.
The screen slid up, granting him access to Kuroo’s phone. (Y/n) couldn’t tell if his stomach dropped or if his chest exploded with butterflies.
The number he had typed in was his own birthday.
(Y/n) shook the butterflies off, clicking on the messages app and opening the conversation with Yumemite. He scrolled up until his name wasn’t mentioned in conversation anymore, which was a few days ago, the day he rejected Kuroo to be precise.
Yumemite - howd it go??
Yumemite - he said yes right??
Kuroo - no
Kuroo - brb gonna go listen to mitski and cry :,)
Yumemite - AWWW IM SO SORRY :(((((
Kuroo - wait lmao dont be i was joking
Yumemite - ?
Yumemite - wait so he said yes-?
Kuroo - well- no
Kuroo - he rejected me but tbh id rather be his friend than not have him in my life at all yk??
Kuroo - like i can learn to get over him but itd fuckin suck if i lost him altogether
Kuroo - hes too important to me for that
Kuroo - i love him too much >>>
Yumemite - gay
Kuroo - shut up u literally have a gf
Yumemite - yeah <3 unlike one of us
Kuroo - I JUST GOT REJECTED AND YOURE PULLING THAT SHIT
(Y/n) smiled to himself as he read through the texts. He felt oddly happy that he was ‘important enough’ to Kuroo that he’d be willing to stay as friends even though he was rejected.
(Y/n) switched off the phone as he heard approaching footsteps. He slid the phone back into its place as Kuroo slumped back in his seat, psp in hand.
He hoped he didn’t notice.
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(Y/n) wished he didn’t know why he felt so bad. Now that he knew, it just felt worse.
Every little touch, every little ‘(Y/n)~!’, hell, every little glance he sent his way sent shivers down (Y/n) spine. And he hated it.
He hated how he couldn’t stop himself from falling hopelessly in love with Kuroo Tetsurou all over again.
He wasn’t deliberately doing anything to get him to fall so bad either. No flirtatious comments, touches that get a little too personal, nothing. It was just Kuroo being his friend, and that made it one-hundred times worse.
Did that mean Kuroo got over him that quickly? Did he not like him anymore, and that’s why he was so comfortable sleeping in the same bed as him? Or laughing and touching him all buddy-buddy during breakfast? Did he-
Did he really move on that quickly?
(Y/n) ran fingers through his hair as he walked into the gym. It should’ve been a good thing, Kuroo moving on. He should’ve been happy about that. So why wasn’t he? Why…
“KUROOOOO! YOU ROOSTER SHIIIIIIIIT!”
Bokuto’s voice boomed from behind (Y/n). He jumped, but before he could turn around, an arm snatched his wrist and pulled him along.
(Y/n) legs ran faster than he could keep up with. Kuroo lay ahead, sprinting as fast as he could with (Y/n’s) wrist in his clutch. He looked from a cackling Kuroo’s back, to Bokuto chasing behind them.
“Wh-?!”
“I stole all of Bokuto’s underwear from his bag while he was in the shower.” Kuroo said between jagged pants as he turned a sharp corner. (Y/n) stumbled along, trying to keep up.
“And you brought me along why?!”
“Hey-! I didn’t mean to! You were just right in front of me and you were like-thinking about something so you probably didn’t hear me screaming to get outta the way so I just grabbed you-!”
Fair enough. (Y/n) huffed as Kuroo hurriedly opened up a storage closet and ducked into it.
It was fairly big, about the size of a volleyball club room and very, very dark. (Y/n) could barely see the faint outline of Kuroo’s jawline as he felt around the doorknob, snickering.
“Shit-there’s no lock…”
“Kurooooooo!”
“Fuck! Uh-!”
Kuroo looked around as he heard Bokuto’s footsteps nearing the closet. Looking at (Y/n), he could very clearly see the bright white of his shirt, contrasting the way Kuroo’s black one blended into the dark. If Bokuto barged in, he’d see (Y/n), which would lead to him finding Kuroo, and...well.
Without thinking, Kuroo pushed (Y/n) against the corner of the room, placing each of his hands on either side of him as he practically smushed himself against him. The door barged open, faint yellow light flooding into the dark room as Bokuto angrily stomped in.
Kuroo mouthed a “Don’t...move…” as slowly as he could to avoid his lips smacking or making noise, and he’s pretty sure he got the message with how utterly close their faces were to touching.
(Y/n) was so close he could practically count the eyelashes on Kuroo’s pretty eyes. Were Kuroo’s eyes always so bright? They looked hypnotic and endless as he looked off to the side, trying to see Bokuto searching the closet childishly.
(Y/n) swallowed the lump in his throat as quietly as he could, pressing against the wall as much as humanly possible with how close Kuroo was.
Bokuto huffed, nearing Kuroo and (Y/n’s) hiding spot. Kuroo unconsciously pressed closer, hoping Bokuto wouldn’t see the white of (Y/n’s) shirt. Things disappear with the color black in the dark, he just hoped Bokuto was dumb enough to not see Kuroo’s hair or his black shirt.
Kuroo’s face was so close to (Y/n) that they were practically pressing on eachother. Kuroo’s lips lay a mere centimeter away from (Y/n), one push from Bokuto, one slip from Kuroo, hell, one little gust of wind and they’d lock lips anytime soon.
Kuroo couldn’t help but stare into (Y/n’s) wide eyes with a sweaty, flushed face. (Y/n) couldn’t tear his eyes off of Kuroo’s half-lidded golden ones, especially with the way his lips were so tantalizingly close…
They jumped, however, when Bokuto kicked over a bucket with a loud “Hey, hey, hey!”. They both tensed as Bokuto pouted once more.
“I know you two are in here-!”
“Bokuto-san.”
Bokuto whipped his head around.
“Akgashfgjhi!”
Akaashi held up a pair of light blue boxers. “He missed one. Put them on before your pants start to smell. We’ll find him later.”
When Akaashi appeared, (Y/n) didn’t know. Neither did Kuroo. Nevertheless, Bokuto swiped the boxers from Akaashi gratefully, and turned back to the “empty” room.
“I’ll pay you back for this! Stupid Kuroo! Dumb rooster! I’m comin’ back for my underwear! Hey, hey, hey!”
Bokuto’s voice faded away as he left the storage room. Kuroo sighed in relief. (Y/n’s) head and vision felt hazy and cloudy as Kuroo let out a breathy laugh, still very close to each other's faces.
“I bet Bokuto wasn’t wearing any underwear, how disgusting.” Kuroo chuckled, beginning to pull away from their very cramped position in the corner. (Y/n) looked at Kuroo’s shiny ember eyes, down to his plush-looking lips. His face was still mere centimeters away from his own, then they locked eyes and suddenly (Y/n) wasn’t thinking about Yumemite or his regret anymore.
It wasn’t just a little kiss. Not like a little peck or a hesitant first kiss with your highschool boyfriend on your first date. It was grab-him-by-the-neck, bury-your-fingers-into-his-messy-hair, why-was-I-so-scared-about-loving-you-again kissing right against the wall of the storage closet.
(Y/n) pressed his back against the wall, bringing Kuroo in as close as his body could. Kuroo circled one of his hands around (Y/n’s) waist, letting the other rest on the wall and for seven seconds everything was bliss until-
Kuroo pushed himself back, pushing (Y/n) off him and letting his head hang down.
He pushed. (Y/n). Off. Of. Him. He wouldn’t mind if the wall would open up and swallow him whole. Kuroo didn’t look at him, he refused to, as he kept his arms on (Y/n’s) shoulders to keep his distance.
“...why did you do tha-”
“Don’t you like me, Tetsurou?”
Kuroo finally looked up at the waverly tamber of (Y/n) voice.
“...What?”
“Just a few days ago, you were telling me how much you loved me,” tears stung at (Y/n’s) eyes like heavy weights. He grasped onto Kuroo’s wrists that were on his shoulders, albeit a bit looser than it previously was. “Why is it any different now…?!”
“Wait-(Y/n-” Kuroo was cut off when (Y/n) gripped his wrists tighter.
“Did you...did you really get over me that quickly…? Do you really not love me anymore?!”
Tears began dripping down (Y/n’s) cheeks. Kuroo retracted his hands back, only to have the collar of his shirt grabbed and tugged harshly towards him.
“Wait, (Y/n), listen-”
“No! Shut up!” (Y/n) pushed Kuroo up against a rack behind him, drawing up a grunt from Kuroo. He was about to say something, or maybe push (Y/n’s) arms off of him, when he heard a choked sob, followed by wavering lips and free flowing tears. “It’s not fair..!”
“Why are these feelings coming back..?! Why now! ....I rejected you, there’s...there’s no way you’d like me now…! Especially how fine and buddy-buddy you’ve been acting, it’s clear you moved on! Why do I always choose to like you at the worst times?! Why…”
(Y/n) sobbed, tears cascading in the air as he shook Kuroo up. Kuroo was about to open his mouth again when it ran dry, as (Y/n’s) grip on his shirt tightened even more.
“Why do these feelings always come back when you’re done with me?! When you don’t like me! It won’t leave me alone…! I waited and waited and waited and the one chance I had I threw it away…! But then I just had to love you again when you moved on!”
He melted into a pile of hics and violent sobs, grasping onto Kuroo’s shirt for dear life. Kuroo couldn’t find the words to speak at that moment. He hesitantly put his hands on (Y/n), stabilizing him as he cried into his chest.
“S’not fair...it’s not…” (Y/n) hiccuped. “Not fair...it’s alway you...why do I always come back...to you…”
Kuroo stayed silent for a second. (Y/n), once again, wished the wall would swallow him up. Kuroo then trailed his hand up to (Y/n’s) damp cheek, guiding it up to look at his face.
“When have I ever said I was over you, (Y/n)…” Kuroo’s voice was soft, gentle and scared of shattering the glass that was (Y/n). “Actually...as iffy as it seems...you saying all of this made me sorta...happy…”
(Y/n) sniffed, staring at Kuroo with raw eyes and waiting for him to go on. Kuroo stroked his face with his thumb, catching any stray tears falling from his eye.
“I’ve been really, really sad since you rejected me...I guess I was just that good of an actor since you didn’t notice how much I thought about kissing you and holding you like this everyday while we hung out as ‘friends’…”
Kuroo let his head loll back onto the metal pole rack behind him. “I was just pretending to be happy being your friend—when actually I just wanted to tear my eyes out and scream how much I love you, (Y/n).”
Kuroo gently grasped (Y/n’s) hand, giving him a tentative kiss on the knuckles. (Y/n) scrubbed at his eyes with his free hand, before cupping the hand resting on his cheek. Kuroo looked up from his hand. “This ok?” He asked. (Y/n) nodded with eyes red and numb from crying.
“Then how about this?”
The hand that was resting placidly on (Y/n’s) face brought him closer and closer until their lips met once more.
Kuroo snaked his arms around his waist, pulling him in closer until their bodies were touching. (Y/n) suddenly understood why people described kissing as melting, because every single square inch of his body dissolved into his. He felt weak in the knees, and all of his guilt, all of his regret washed away with each passing second he was in Kuroo’s arms.
Eventually, the two separated for air, half lidded eyes and staring into each other like one would disappear the moment they took their eyes off of them.
Kuroo buried himself into the crook of (Y/n) neck, inhaling deeply. “Aaaaah, i’m so happy right now…”
As Kuroo nuzzled into his shoulder, (Y/n) couldn’t help but think about how much of an absolute mess this whole thing was. Sobbing onto Kuroo, violently shaking him while screaming in his face about how much he loved him, before kissing him again in the corner of a dark storage closet. It was a mess, sure, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
And that was something.
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Haha..pls...giv serotonin in the comments or reblog tags or smth...would like...to hear...
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downywrites · 3 years
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If you’re still taking requests.. maybe a t*ckle fight between the members of the sbi? ~🐉
Bird says take this. Maybe good enough, maybe not.
Beta reading? What’s that? Lmao
After a long night out at the nearest village, Philza was, for lack of a better term, tired. Trading with the people was...difficult to say the least. They had been scornful of the way he looked, glancing at his wings scornfully as they spoke about trading. He didn’t fail to notice the way the children were corralled away from him. Whispers floated in the air, long after he had left. And he certainly felt his lengthy trip out. His bones ached with every weary step he took. Every fiber in his body screamed for flight, for the air to be under his wings.
But he could not. It was late in the server and people would mistake him for a phantom at this time of night. He knew better than to take a tumble like last time. But he still thought of the idea anyways, mind distantly attached to the outside world around him. The grass rustled underneath his feet, brush gently rubbing at his ankles. He shivered and suppressed a smile, shaking his head a little bit. The hardcore charm dangling from the top of his hat swung back and forth like a rope attached to a mooring at sea. He grumbled quietly about his predicament. “Why do I have to be so ticklish? Ugh. I really, really want to be home with the others.” He knew his family would call him an old man if they heard him complaining about this. They’d probably mock him for a little, then ask him whether or not they brought back anything for them. His family...his eyes unfocused even more, following the blocks he placed on autopilot.
“What I would give to be home with them right now…” He fluttered his wings excitedly. He sighed a little, snapping himself back into reality. “Now is not the time to doze off. It’s still night-time.” He trekked on, sandals scraping on rocks, sinking into snow, into sand. By the time he had reached the beaten path of their shared home, Philza was barely walking.
He slowly trundled towards his destination, hope flourishing in his chest. The sound of crickets in the nearby pond surrounded him. A singular frog hopped onto a lilypad, blinking and croaking curiously at the winged man. Phil paid no heed to it. It was always there. Out of all the creatures that Wilbur had raised, that one was the one that somehow never got bored of the family. Philza never paid any attention to it. It was Wilbur’s pet, after all.
Eyes glancing towards the door handle, he fumbled for the keys loudly. He cursed slightly at the loud jingling noise it made, hoping he didn’t wake up the lighter sleepers of the family. The door creaked open, blinding him for a moment. He squinted through the light, seeing two familiar shapes sitting at the dining table. A single head popped out of the side of the door, grinning widely. His blonde hair bounced happily. “Phil! Where have you been? It’s been soo loongg-'' Tommy sank to the floor dramatically.
Despite his tiredness, Philza cracked a smile at the youngest of the family. “Wonder where. Were you even listening when I told you?” “Nooo-” Another voice rang out, smooth and melodious. “Jeez, Tommy. This is why nobody loves you in the household.” The blonde pouted, getting up from the floor to go argue with him. The bird hybrid entered the house, sighing gratefully for the cool air within the house. Techno got up from his seat and took a large step in his direction, making him startle a little.
“Hey, mate. How are-” He walked right past him, pink hair flowing in the same direction of his movements. Phil turned around slightly, tilting his head as much as he could in puzzlement. “Why did you...oh.” Technoblade made a small joyful huff, closing the door gently behind the eldest. He looked back at Phil, tail wagging slightly behind him. “Ah. Nonverbal today, I see.” He nodded, floppy ears bobbing up and down. His smile made his eyes scrunch up with its intensity. He walked past him again, pulling out some raw foods and chopping them up quickly. His hands flew over the cutting board quickly, chopping onions and tomatoes with an efficiency that only a trained warrior could muster.
He placed them on the table with a little flourish, before filling a pot with water with the intent of boiling it. The sound of running water and the footsteps of his children made Phil coo happily. His eyes fluttered shut. Feathers fluffed out with contentment, catching a pair of crimson-tinted eyes. Techno purred roughly as he waited for the water to boil. ‘Phil had a long day, huh?’ Before he could control himself, he had gently led Phil to his favorite armchair, settling him down and pushing his wings into the designated holes. If anything, his coos and trills got even louder. He moved away, focus shifting back to the soup. The feeling of someone gripping his tufted tail made him pause.
“Stay with me for a moment, Tech. The pot won’t overboil for a few minutes.” The piglin complied, sitting himself down carefully by his feet. He played with his hoof-hands, ADHD energy begging to be let out somehow. The elder of the two frowned quietly at that. Stretching out a single wing, he angled it to brush ever so slightly against his back. “Preen me, please?” Crimson eyes widened in surprise. He nodded, hair flowing gracefully around his person. As the soft, comforting feeling of someone carding through his wings slowly enveloped his being, he sat back, trilling loudly. He let his eyes shut, sinking into the blissful abyss of rest. Wilbur and Tommy, however, were certainly not resting. The two brothers wrestled playfully, shouting insults at each other with the gusto of a lively duo at a bar. “You fucker, you son of a bitch, you-” “Shut up, Tommy! Old man might be trying to sleep, you dumbfuck.” “Oh, I’ll show you dumbfuck!” They rolled over each other, pushing each other to the ground as much as possible.
Eventually, they rolled close to the doorway of Tommy’s room. With a small push, Wilbur pushed Tommy up to the door, grinning triumphantly. “I won.” The younger of the two scoffed quietly, pushing back with all his strength. Wilbur didn’t budge, irritating smirk plastered on his face. He tucked in his leg to kick him, grinning a little when the musician made a small noise of pain. “Tommy!” “Yeah, Wilbur?” “You little- I’ll get you for that.” Tommy snarked back, smugness twinkling in his eyes. “Get me how, big Dubs?” Wilbur smirked again, but this time it looked a little more wicked. “Oh, Tommy...I think you know how..” He released the younger from the pin. Before he could react, he darted his hands over his sides, scribbling lightly through the thin shirt.
He shrieked in surprise, batting Wilbur’s hands away. “Wihill! What the fuck?” The elder made no inclination of hearing him, moving closer to him like a cat stalking a mouse through the bushes. Tommy backed up as much as he could, eye widening when he hit the door. “Wahahait, cahahan wehehe tahalk abhohout thihis?” “I haven’t even touched you yet, Toms~” His face turned a light shade of pink at the tease. He averted his eyes, trembling in anticipation. The second the boy broke eye contact with him, Wilbur pounced, pinning the boy to the wall and grabbing both of his wrists with one hand. He scribbled his fingers all over the boy’s ribs, making him burst into laughter. Tommy shook his head, already feeling weak from laughing.
“Nohohoho, plehehease! Ihihihi’m sohohohorry!” Wilbur’s fingers rubbed gently between the bones, making him buck slightly. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Tommy. Who in their right mind decides to kick their brother when they’re pinned? Certainly not someone who wants to say sorry right when their punishment begins.” He poked and prodded his ribs, eliciting little screeches and squeaks from the boy underneath him. His fingers followed the curve of his ribs down to his sides, tracing shapes and scribbling on the sensitive flesh there. Tommy squealed quietly when he shifted to his hips, pinching and drilling at the bones. “Wihihihi- Wihihihil- AHA!”
After a few minutes of being wrecked, Tommy’s eyes welled up with happy tears, shaking his head in hopes that his brother would slow down. The musician slowed down the tickles, then stopped completely, making sure his brother was alright. He pulled away, giving him a little space. The blonde panted for breath, dazed and tickled silly. He gazed affectionately at his brother through half-lidded eyes, a dopey smile painted on his features. Wilbur smiled back at him, warmth blossoming in his heart at the sight. ‘Aww, look at him! He’s so cute!’ His mind cooed at the cute sight of his brother not trying to kill him for once. (And that’s as close as it gets to affection that Tommy would ever willingly give him, as far as he was concerned. That should have been a clue that perhaps the next thing he was going to do was a trap.)
After a minute or two, he snapped out of his daze, pausing to fluff up his hair, then smooth it back down a little bit. He beckoned Wilbur to come closer, arms open. Wilbur gasped in excitement. “Really?” Tommy looked to the side, blushing softly again. “Just come here.” Wilbur eagerly crawled towards him, flopping into the embrace. He tightened his arms around the other, ignoring his protests. He squeezed his eyes shut, basking in the situation and the feeling of Tommy’s arms encircling him. The feeling of someone scrabbling their fingers over his shoulderblades made him giggle. His eyes shot open in surprise. Struggling in Tommy’s grasp, he pushed gently at the younger.
“Yohohou jeheherk!”
Tommy giggled softly in his ear. “Payback, Wilby.”
He scratched softly all over his back, making the taller of the two melt into his arms. “Tohohoms…” “Shh, Wilbur. I want my revenge and you want affection. It’s a win-win.” The musician’s charming little giggles was just as musical as the songs he played in the living room every day. He shifted his hands to scratch gently at the back of his neck with one hand. He squeezed Wilbur’s hip with varying intensities, reveling in the changes of pitch in the other’s laughter.
“Ehehe, Tohohommy...ihihit tihihickles…” He scrunched up his shoulders, giggling louder when Tommy traced shapes into his neck and scratched at his collarbone teasingly. “That’s the whole point, big Dubs.” The sound of hooves and talons stepping on the creaking wooden stairs gave him pause. The sound of Philza’s wedding ring scraping softly on the stairway rails made his hair stand on end a little. ‘Did I wake him up? Oh shit..’ He held his breath as he saw the familiar shapes of the two warriors in the house step into view. “H-Hi?”
“Hello, mate. What was that ungodly noise, hm?” His trepidation reached its peak. Eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, he let go of Wilbur, stuttering apologies. “I’m s-sorry, I’m sorry… sorry, s-sorry, I didn’t m-mean to wake you..” Philza gently scooped up Tommy, holding him from his underarms. He gazed at him with a soft, unfocused gaze, trying to convey to the panicking boy his level of annoyance. When it was obvious the poor kid still thought he was in trouble, he smiled at him a little. “Oh, no, mate. It’s alright. You’re not in trouble.”
Tommy’s muscles relaxed a little, but didn’t fully lose all of their tension. He looked at him with slightly nervous intensity, looking away from him guiltily. A small little squeeze to his underarms and ribs made him squeak. Cheeks burning, he looked back at his father to see a cheeky grin grow on his face. The winged man placed him down on his feet, wings fluffing out playfully. “So, Tommy.” “Y-yeah?” “Run.” Minutes later, the sound of Tommy’s screeching laughter echoed through the house, dissipating in the warm, balmy winds outside. Sitting idly on the lilypad, frogchamp blinked, croaking softly outside the lantern-lit door.
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prohibitionincurls · 3 years
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Josssssiiieee, hello, I would like to request (when you have the time, energy and desire ofc) another chapter of Winging it please????? I just love those boys so much!
Hee hee hoo hoo!! some more of winging it! Sirius is having a Crisis and goes to Simon for help, and learns a little more about Simon and Bowie, specifically how they got engaged. This is purely fluff. Also it means so much to me that y’all like my silly little characters. I adore each and every one of you. Also, The Burrow coffee shop comes from @starryeyes-darkestnights fic “We Dance Together Now” and it is fucking art and you should all go read it. 
Characters belong to @lumosinlove except for Simon and Bowie who belong to me! find the prior chapters on my masterlist!
“Simon,” Sirius slid into the seat across from him. He had texted Simon the night before, saying he had a serious question and to meet him at fuck o’clock the next morning for coffee. Sirius was lucky that Simon had taken such a liking to him. Simon likes both Remus and Sirius, but Sirius and Simon got along like Remus and Wes did, which made for a perfect, if not chaotic, combination. Everyone knew that they had each already met their other halves romantically, but platonically, their relationships were near impeccable. Simon and Sirius were both introverted, incredibly loving and loyal, and dedicated to what they did. The whole team had been a little concerned what would happen when James found out. Not because James would be upset that Sirius had a new friend, that would be ridiculous. But because James would flip his shit because it meant he had a new friend too, and James was nothing if not a labrador retriever. 
The expected chaos ensued when James and Simon teamed up with Sirius and Logan after Dumo had tried to pull something over on the three players at practice earlier that day by switching around all of their equipment. They had gotten the Dumais children on board as well, along with Celeste, at Simon’s suggestion. Simon had lent them his and Bowie’s cat, Kronk, and when Dumo got home from practice the next day, not only was there a strange cat in his house, but his whole family was acting like he was crazy because “they’ve had a cat for years, was he feeling ok?”
This was the day that the whole team realized that Simon, just like his fiance, was wonderful and lovely and maybe, probably, definitely very evil. He had been a good friend to everyone ever since, but especially to Sirius. When Bowie re-entered Remus’s life, not only did he get a best friend back, but Sirius found two more friends as well. And also, two far more experienced gays to help guide him through every crisis. Which is what this was, a crisis. 
So Simon, far too early on a friday, was sitting across from a tired looking Sirius in The Burrow, their mutual favorite coffee shop. Sirius looked down at the mug in front of him and then took a drink. 
“You know what fuck Remus and also Bowie, I’m marrying you.” 
Bowie raised an eyebrow at him from behind his own mug, filled with the same black coffee with far too much sugar. So that’s what this was about. 
“Oh, so you were planning on marrying Remus, then? At least, before around thirty seconds ago?”
Sirius slammed his head against the table quietly, making a conflicted noise. 
“How do you do that. Read my mind. It’s fucking freaky.”
“Well Sirius, you did actually say it out loud,” Simon laughed, but he understood. Most people would think he was just joking around, but Simon knew better. “Also, I’m a photographer and an anthropologist. It is literally my job to understand people without words. Plus,” Simon looked down at Sirius, who was now resting his face in his hands. “If it wasn’t about something Remus couldn’t know about, then you would be talking to him about it before me.”
Sirius nodded, sighing heavily. 
“You’re right.” He played with his fingers, then he looked Simon straight in the eyes. “I want to marry him. More than anything else in the world. I just… I have no idea how. I mean, Pascal proposed to Celeste after a fancy dinner and he did a whole romantic thing, James proposed to Lily after winning a fucking Cup, surrounded by our friends at a big party. I don’t know what to do. I feel like it has to be something big or meaningful, but I don’t know what.” 
Simon smiled. 
“It doesn’t have to be anything crazy. And I’ll tell you right now, Remus will say yes, even if you don’t get him a ring.” Sirius laughed and his shoulders looked like they relaxed a bit, releasing some of the tension he was carrying. He gestured towards Simon’s own engagement ring, simple and shining against his ring finger. 
“Well how did you do it?”
“It’s kind of a long story,” Simon said, grinning.
“I’ve got time.”
~
Simon came home to a coffee on the table and the smell of something sweet in the oven. 
Wes was sitting on the floor with Kronk, flashing a small laser pointer and watching the cat pouce around, occasionally falling over his own feet. The name was fitting, the cat was big, dumb, comically loyal, and the sweetest thing that Simon had ever met, with the exception of Wes himself. 
“Literally marry me.”
Simon had said it a little absentmindedly, his day had been long and difficult and he was completely overcome with affection for the boy who had brought him coffee without even asking, not really realizing what he was saying. He had momentarily stopped in his tracks, worrying about overstepping something by accident, but then Wes answered equally as nonchalant. 
“Hmm, I have to wash the cat tonight, can we rain check?” 
Simon relaxed and laughed a little, picking up the cup from the table and settling onto the couch. 
“Sure thing.”
Wes smiled up at his as Kronk pounced on the light again, the poor cat’s comical lack of coordination sending him tumbling over his own paws. Simon and Wes laughed, and Wes lifted himself off the floor and settled against Simon, Kronk moving to join them as well, and the room was quiet and peaceful. 
~
“Will you marry me.”
Wes said it as less of a question and more as a statement, looking Simon directly in the eyes from behind the shopping cart. Simon turned back to him with raised eyebrows, and handed him the shopping list that Wes had forgotten and Simon had remembered, which had prompted Wes to pop the question. 
“Not if you ask me in a Stop and Shop,” Simon replied, smiling at his boyfriend, who in turn beamed right back at him. “You’re gonna have to choose a classier establishment.” 
Wes nodded seriously. 
“Oh, so like a Whole Foods?” 
“Exactly darling, now you’re thinking romantically.” 
“Rain check, then?”
“Rain check.”
~
The kitchen was quiet, and it was really too late for either of them to be awake. But here they were, Simon sitting on the counter and Wes cleaning a mixing bowl in the sink, the previous contents of which were now in the oven. He heard Simon sigh in contentment over the soft music from the record player the two had bought around two years ago, a decoration for when they first moved in together. 
“I love you.” 
Wes didn’t turn around, but he smiled. 
“Love you too, Si.” 
“Hey Wes?”
Wes hummed in response. 
“Will you marry me?” 
Wes turned to his smiling boyfriend, still perched on the counter, looking at him with gentle eyes. He put the towel he had been drying his hands with down and walked over between Simon’s legs, resting his head against his chest. Simon wrapped his arms around him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. 
“It’s too late at night to get married. Rain check?”
Simon smiled into their next kiss. 
“Works for me.” 
~
“Wesley I found your other sock, it was exactly where I said it would be.”
“You are the love of my life, please marry me.”
Simon laughed, used to their routine. A little act of love, a favor, a reminder of just how well they knew each other, followed by a goofy proposal. Neither of them had ever said yes, obviously, but the thing that Simon liked about it was that neither of them had ever said no either. Just a rain check. A ‘yes, but later.’ 
Simon threw the missing left sock at his grinning boyfriend. 
“Rain check until you figure out how to keep track of your socks, love.”
~
The car was only a few steps away, but Simon and Wes had yet to move out of the rain. 
The rocky beach beneath them was entirely deserted, just like the small bluff above. The seaside cliff in Northern Ravenclaw was a beautiful place to watch the sun set, and so that was exactly what they had done. They were renting a house up here, a small off season vacation. It was beautiful and quiet. The town was tiny and they were completely alone on the bluff that they had driven up to to watch the sun. It was perfect, even when the clouds rolled in and it started to drizzle, then began to pour. 
Instead of moving back to the car, they put any of their important stuff away and then stayed out, letting the rain soak through their clothes and their hair. Wes spun Simon around and Simon laughed when he almost slipped, grabbing him to prevent him from falling over. 
When they had settled, they were standing in the middle of a huge early summer storm, the winds still cool and the rain heavy, entirely and completely peaceful. Wes had been holding Simon’s hand, watching the sea toss and turn with the pull of the storm, until Simon gently untangled their fingers. 
“I’m hoping this is what you meant by rain check, then,” Simon said, his voice quieted by the downpour around them. Wes turned to his boyfriend, a bit confused, only to find him on one knee, holding a silver ring, gleaming against the grey of the rain and Simon’s soft fingertips. Wes laughed softly, then got on both knees in front of Simon, pulling the other man from one onto two as well. With both of them only inches apart in the freezing rain, Wes reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box of his own. When he flipped the lid open it revealed a ring very similar to the one Simon was holding. They were smiling at each other, oblivious to the cold, surrounded by the warmth of the others' love. 
“Yeah,” Wes said softly. “It was.”
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kinglazrus · 3 years
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Double Date
Phic Phight
Submitted by @ghostgothgeek: Danny/Sam and Johnny/Kitty double date
Summary: All Danny wanted was some dating advice from the only couple he knows, but of course he got more than he bargained for. At least going to the boardwalk sounds like a nice first date, right?
Word count: 9464 | links to ffn and ao3 in my bio
Danny stares at the tickets in Johnny's outstretched hand. He looks up at Johnny's slanted grin, then back down again. On the other side of the roof, Shadow lurks in the shade of the Ops-centre, drifting dangerously close to the supports.
"When I asked for dating advice, this isn't what I meant," Danny says. He thought Johnny dragged him up to the roof of Fenton Works for some "man to man" talk, not... whatever this is.
Johnny shrugs and stuffs the tickets into his jacket pocket. "Maybe so, but it's what you're getting! You want to treat your girl right? What better way to learn than watching the best boyfriend you know in action?"
"Johnny, I've seen you in action. Downtown. Driving around the community college and looking at all the girls while Kitty is off doing whatever," Danny says.
"Is that really such a big deal? Come on, kid. Listen to me." Johnny throws his arm around Danny's shoulder and drags him toward the edge of the rooftop. "Look how big this place is." He sweeps out his arm, gesturing toward the city. The sun is nearly set, but lots of people are still out at this hour. A warm haze of light glitters on the northern edge of the city, at the beachfront. Danny can almost see the top curve of the Ferris wheel from here.
Johnny continues. "Lots of people down there. Who knows who you actually saw doing what? I bet there are loads of blond guys with bikes around here. And I've got two tickets to the pier that says so."
Danny turns away from the glowing city to stare incredulously at Johnny. "You're using a double date with you and Kitty to bribe me into not telling her I caught you ogling college girls?"
"You said it, not me."
"Did you steal those tickets?"
"Kid, I know you're the goody-two-shoes type. I bought them fair and square with money right of pocket."
Danny snorts. "Whose pocket?"
"I don't think that matters. Come on, it'll be fun. I don't give advice for free, you know." Johnny squeezes Danny's shoulder, a little too hard for what's meant to be a casual chat. The desperate sheen in Johnny's eye kind of ruins the threat, though.
As Danny considers the offer, a shiver goes up his spine. His next breath leaves in a puff of pale blue air. With a sigh, he goes intangible and extracts himself from Johnny's hold, smiling a little when the older ghost stumbles at the sudden loss of Danny's support. Looking over the rooftops, he can't see another ghost, but they can't be far if they set off his ghost sense. He hopes with all his heart that they might be here for a friendly chat, like Johnny, but doubts it. Danny isn't lucky enough for that.
"Okay. I'll go," he says.
"And?" Johnny's grin stretches as he gestures for Danny to go on.
Danny tips his head back and sighs. He doesn't have time for this. "And I guess I didn't see you at the college last week."
"Great!" Johnny gives Danny a hearty slap on the back and climbs back onto his motorcycle. "You're not so bad, kid. When you're not kicking my ass. Just stick with Kitty and me on the day and I'll show the ropes." He kicks up the stand on his motorcycle and revs the engine. "Oh, and before I forget. If this date doesn't go perfectly, then... Shadow!"
The murky ghost rises from beneath the Ops-centre.
"Wait, don't!" Danny shouts, too late, as Shadow zips across the roof, cutting through as many of the Ops-Centre's supports as he can before melting into the darkness. Johnny takes off cackling as the whole thing comes crashing down.
The next morning, Danny keeps his head low, his gaze locked on the bowl of soggy cereal in front of him. Across the kitchen, his father stops to slap the counter.
"Didn't even hear a thing! Can you believe that?" Jack asks.
"Crazy."
"Must have happened while we were sleeping."
"Must have."
"When I find the ghost that did it, they're gonna get a face full of Fenton grade vengeance! You know what happens when a ghost looks in a mirror, Danno? Makes 'em go crazy. We're working on this new gun that makes them see—"
"Look at that, time for school!" Danny shoots to his feet. He can't meet his father's gaze as he dumps his cereal bowl—still half full—into the sink and scurries out of the kitchen.
"Have fun!" Jack calls after him.
"Yeah, sure, I will!" Danny shouts back. Under his breath, he adds, "as long as I never have to see that gun." He grabs his backpack as he leaves, snagging the strap and swinging it over his shoulder on his way out the door. Once he is outside, and there's a solid barrier between him, his ticked-off father, and whatever ghost-fighting monstrosity his parents have made now, he stops to take a deep breath.
There are still a few minutes before Tucker should arrive for their walk to school, but Jack does not know that. Danny did not want to sit there and listen to his own father talk about all the ways he could make Danny double-dead, much less re-experience his first death. In fact, he usually tries to avoid people like that. Unfortunately, that does not always work when he lives with two of them.
Danny shakes his head. He can think about those things later. Right now, his conversation with Johnny is the only thing he cares about. Only time will tell if he made a huge mistake agreeing to the double date, but it would be nice if at least one thing could go right for Danny for once.
Inside the house, something slams, followed by a shout from Jack that rattles the window. Danny jumps away from the door and nearly tumbles down the stoop, his front foot slipping off the top step. He latches onto the bannister to keep from falling back, and his foot thumps against the next step. The landing jars his leg as his knee locks, a jolt shooting up his thigh.
"Whoa, it's freshman Danny." Tucker's voice drifts through Danny's ears.
Danny turns, rubbing his now aching knee, and scowls. "What?"
"You know. Freshman Danny." Grinning wide and smug, Tucker motions to Danny's entire person first, then his leg. "Clumsy as hell and too chicken to ask Sam out."
"Shut up! Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not!"
"Are too!" Tucker waves his hand in an airy gesture of finality, turning up his nose. He spins away from Danny, a signal that their little squabble is over. His mistake.
With a final cry of "Am not!" Danny launches himself at Tucker, pouncing on his back. Tucker shrieks in surprise, a peal of laughter echoing off his cry, and stumbles under the new weight. He tries to beat Danny off with the flat of his palm. In response, Danny clings tighter. He wraps his legs around Tucker's waist and hooks his arms over his shoulders, latching on to his wrists to keep a firm grip.
"Holy shit. You're so short, why are you so heavy." Tucker wheezes as he tries to pry Danny's arms off.
Danny throws his head over Tucker's shoulders, shifting his weight forward enough that Tucker bows underneath him. "Ghost fighting muscles, baby."
"Ugh." Tucker's palm finds Danny's chin and he pushes, shoving his head back. "You totally could have asked Sam out for homecoming but nooo, you had to go with me as a hot young bachelor."
Danny's cheeks burned. "It was your idea!"
"Only because you were getting all pouty about not going with Sam, and the only reason that didn’t happen is because you never asked!"
"Well, I'm asking today!"
Tucker freezes. For a second, Danny wonders how ridiculous they must look to anyone watching, with him clinging to Tucker worse than Klemper to literally anyone, and Tucker stretching back to push Danny's head as far back as it will go. Actually, maybe they wouldn't find it so strange. Danny's neighbours have seen a lot of weird things in the past four years; him and Tucker being their usual selves can't be high up on that list.
"You're really gonna ask today, finally?" Tucker asks.
Danny nods, as much as he can Tucker still shoving his head back. "Johnny was here last night."
"Oh yeah?" Tucker pauses, giving Danny a chance to elaborate. He doesn't, waiting for the gears to click in Tucker's head instead. It takes a moment, but he gets there. "Oh! Oh, right, yeah. He finally got back to you? Is that why, uh... you know." Tucker finally withdraws his hands and points to the roof of Fenton Works.
"Oh. Yeah." Danny's limbs go intangible, slipping through Tucker's torso in one final act of petty vengeance as Danny rights himself. Tucker shivers, shooting Danny a glare, before looking back at the Ops-Centre. Normally a pinnacle of Fenton genius that stands proudly above their home, now it lays on its side. Danny managed to catch it, barely, before it could crash into the roof, but overnight the saucer-like body crushed itself under its own weight. Now, the side touching the roof is a crumpled mess, the supports that once held it up rusted beyond repair.
"Shadow," Danny says. It's all he needs to say. Tucker nods, understanding perfectly what happened here. "Other than that it went... okay. He asked me out."
"What?!" Tucker's head whips toward Danny, his eyes wide. "I hope nobody tells Kitty. But he does give off bi energy, doesn't he?"
Danny rolls his eyes. "Not like that. He invited me and Sam on a double date with him and Kitty."
"Oh, so they're swingers."
"Tucker!"
Tucker snickers. "Okay, okay. I'm serious now. Promise." The cat-like grin he gives isn't the most reassuring, but Danny will take what he can get. "You're really gonna ask her out today?"
"Got carnival tickets and everything."
"Well, shit, man. Don't blow it."
Danny grabs Tucker's beanie and yanks it down over his face. Tucker's teasing laughter chases Danny all the way to school.
At lunch, Danny pulls Sam aside. He meets her at her locker, which is two halls away from his and Tucker's, waiting along the opposite wall for her to finish switching out her books for her lunch bag. The hall is still fairly crowded since it's only been a minute since the lunch bell went. Down the way, Danny can see Paulina and Elliot, standing with their heads tucked together by Paulina's locker, working on the local rumour mill no doubt. When Sam looks done digging through her bag, and Danny pushes off the wall toward her, Elliot happens to glance in their direction. His sharp eyes go from Danny to Sam, then back. A wicked smile takes over his face.
Danny ducks his head, letting his hair flop forward and hide his slowly reddening cheeks. In two quick strides, he crosses the hall and thumps against the closed lockers beside Sam's.
"Done lurking?" Sam asks without looking up.
"I wasn't lurking."
"Sure you weren't." Sam knocks her elbow against her locker door. Danny's eyes catch the small, black-framed mirror taped to the inside, which reflects the exact spot Danny was standing when it hits the right angle.
At this rate, Danny's face will be red as his shoes. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh. What's up?" She finally looks up from her bag as she yanks the zipper closed. When she turns toward him, she hits her locker door with her elbow once again, this time to knock it closed; but, as the door swings, Danny glimpses Paulina and Elliot again. This time, they are both watching, and the way they cover their mouths as they talk is far from reassuring.
Danny's hand jerks out. He stops Sam's locker, shoving it back open, and holds it in place to block the gossiping duo's view.
"I wanted to ask you something," Danny says.
Sam shoots a raised eyebrow at her locker door, then turns it on him "Are you okay? You've been acting kind of weird all day."
"No, yeah, I'm fine. I was just­– you know. This weekend, yeah?"
Sam looks entirely unimpressed with his fumbled words. "I can't say that I do."
"I have tickets to the boardwalk," Danny clarifies. "For this weekend. We don't have anything planned and I know you're free. So, want to go?"
As he waits for Sam's answer, he is struck by the realization that she could say no. They have been friends for years, and he has had an inkling, the past little while, that she might like him back. But he doesn't know it. No matter what Danny feels for her—and thinking about his own feelings makes his face hot and his heart stutter—she still might not feel the same. She could say no. And it's not that Danny hasn't thought about this before; there's a reason he is only asking her out senior year even though he has had a crush on her since they were freshman. But worrying about it in the back of his mind is very different from standing in front of her knowing it could actually happen.
This was such a bad idea. He is asking her out in the hallway. Within sight of Paulina and Elliot. He should have waited until after school, at least. Oh, god. Should he have gotten her something? Are you supposed to bring something when you ask someone out? Oh, this is so bad. She is going to say no, and then Danny will have to tell the story to Tucker, and Tucker will laugh because of course she said no, this is terrible.
"Sure, sounds fun," Sam says.
Danny blinks. He shakes his head, goes over her words in his head to make sure he heard it right, then blinks again. "Yes?"
"Absolutely. It's been so long since we've gone to the boardwalk. Maybe Tucker can win that stuffed shark he couldn't get last time." Sam nudges Danny's hand off her locker door and closes it, then snaps her padlock back into place.
Danny watches her blankly, slowly processing what she just said. "Tucker," he says.
"Yeah. At the ring toss booth, remember? I think he wasted fifty bucks on that thing. I told him it was a scam, but whatever." Sam starts down the hall toward the cafeteria, but Danny stays rooted in place.
He remembers the ring toss, of course. After Tucker finished emptying his wallet on the booth, Danny took a turn and got the top prize in one go. He might have had a little telekinesis to help him along, but no one else needed to know that; the giant stuffed alien was worth it. But that had nothing to do with this, right?
Before his thoughts can spiral too far, Danny shakes his head. "I meant without Tucker."
Sam pauses mid-step. Slowly, she sets her foot down and turns back around to face Danny. Her grip on her backpack tightens, and he can see the muscle along her jaw working as she clenches her teeth. Those are... probably not good signs. "Like, just you and me?"
In the background, Danny hears Paulina and Elliot snicker. He groans, dragging a hand down his face, and glares over Sam's shoulder at them. "Can you not?"
"Not our fault you're doing this in the middle of the hall," Paulina says.
"Seriously. I had way better class," Elliot adds.
Paulina looks at Elliot and beams. "You so did. But I've been rooting for this since the beginning, and I am so invested right now."
"Oh my God, this is so embarrassing." Danny has to fight off the urge to go intangible. He almost wishes his ghost sense would go off so that he could have an excuse to leave. This is not how he imagined this going, and Paulina and Elliot are making it so much worse than it has to be.
"Come on, Danny." Sam's voice snaps him out of his pity party. At some point, while he was wallowing, she walked back toward him and now has her hand on his wrist. She tugs him forward. He gives in, letting her drag him along the hall past the tittering pair until they disappear around the corner. Once they are out of sight, Sam's hand slips down into Danny's. It's warm. She squeezes his hand, just once, then tugs him into the nearest empty classroom and closes the door.
Neither of them says anything for a long moment.
Danny's hands flex at his sides as he tries not to fidget. Sam won't pull her gaze up from the floor.
"So, uh. Just you and me?" she repeats.
Danny nods vigorously, then stops and shakes it instead. "Yeah, but no. Johnny and Kitty will be there."
Sam's head snaps up.
The first thing Danny notices is the red tinge to her face, a rosy band stretching across her cheeks and nose. Her lips pinch together, not in a show of disapproval, but an expression of hers that he has become familiar with over the years. Sam doesn't usually do hopeful most of the time. Nerves aren't her thing either. But when she wants something bad enough, and she dares to look on the brighter side, she gets this look on her face. It's like she wants to smile but she holds herself back, sucking on her lips as she tries to keep composed.
That expression wavers now, her mouth relaxing as a frown tugs at her lips instead. "Now I'm confused. Are you trying to ask me out or not?"
"Yes!" Danny bursts out. "To the boardwalk with me. But it's, like, a double date with Johnny and Kitty, because he got the tickets. Actually bought them, although I'm pretty sure he stole the money." He considers telling Sam about the deal but holds back. "I really thought this was gonna go better but now I kind of want to punch Elliot in the face or something."
"Please don't punch my ex-boyfriend in the face."
"Right, not a good look. Got it."
Silence falls again. Neither of them can meet each other's eyes, although Danny keeps stealing glances at Sam. One hand hovers in front of her mouth, but when she turns her head away from him, he sees the full-blown grin on her face. Her eyes sparkle in a way he hasn't seen before. It sounds cheesy and dumb, but it's the truth. He looks at her and all he can see is how genuinely happy she is. Soon enough, Danny wears a grin to match hers.
"So," Sam says, and that one syllable sounds so much lighter than her usual tone. "It's a date."
In retrospect, asking Sam to go out with him on Saturday on a Wednesday wasn't the best idea. Danny floats around school for the rest of the day with a dopey grin on his face. He actually lifts off his feet a few times and Tucker has to clamp a hand down on his shoulder to keep him down. Over the next two days, he asks Tucker no less than five times if that really happened, if Sam actually said yes. Tucker, naturally, teases Danny relentlessly over it.
By Friday, Paulina and Elliot have made good work of spreading Danny's disaster attempt to ask Sam out all around the school. More than once, he sees money changing hands in the hallway, trying to be discreet and Danny and Sam pass by, so close together that their knuckles keep brushing as they walk.
He hasn't held her hand since she dragged him to the classroom on Wednesday, even though he wants to.
When Saturday rolls around, Danny phones Tucker an hour before he and Sam are supposed to meet.
"Do I dress normally?" he asks.
On the other end of the line, Tucker sighs. "Why are you asking me?"
"It's the boardwalk. People don't get dressed up for the boardwalk. And Sam has already seen everything in my closet. Should I try to look really nice, or should I just be myself?"
"We are talking about Sam, right? Relax, man. You know what she'd like."
In the end, Danny decides to go mostly normal. He throws a button-up over his usual outfit, rolls the sleeves up, and calls it a day. If he knows Sam, she would appreciate him not making things weird by getting too fancy and not like his usual self. He maintains that attitude up until he gets to the boardwalk and sees her waiting by the ticket booths.
"I should have dressed up," he whispers.
At a glance, Sam's outfit doesn't seem too different from her usual attire. Black on black with a few purple accents thrown into the mix. He has seen her in dresses before, but rarely outside school dances, and he has never seen this one with Flowing lace sleeves that slope down her shoulders and a flared skirt. She even has a new wide brim hat to go with it, even though it's already sunset.
Before Danny even considers turning back around and putting something nicer on, Sam's gaze roves over the parking lot and settles on him. She gives his outfit a good look. A second passes. She bursts on laughing.
"Oh, come on," Danny whines as he approaches.
"I'm sorry," she says, but she is still hunched over clutching her stomach. "But your face. You should have seen your face."
It takes a good minute for her to get her giggles under control. Even still, a few quiet snickers breakthrough when she finally composes herself, smoothing out her dress and righting her hat.
"Tucker texted me," she says. "He told me all about your little fashion dilemma."
"I'm gonna kill him." Tucker just had to get in one last jab before the date began, Danny supposes. He hopes it was worth it because Tucker is going to pay dearly. Although...
He subtlety takes in Sam's outfit again, the way the dress hugs her waist, and those boots. He didn't notice them at first but now he can't stop staring at them. Slick, black, buckled up to the knees, with the purple lace edging of a pair of stocking peeking out the top. The only exposed skin on her legs is a few scant inches of her thighs between the end of the stockings and the bottom of her dress. And it's a damn good few inches.
Danny silently amends his earlier statement. He won't kill Tucker; he will collapse into his best friend’s arms crying tears of gratitude for helping him spend a whole evening with Sam dressed like that.
Realizing that he is staring, Danny quickly drags his eyes back up to Sam's face. The last thing he wants on their first date is for her to punch him because he is being a creep. Except Sam doesn't look angry to have caught him staring. In fact, she is blushing again, nervously plucking at her sleeves with her nails.
"For a second I thought you had bought a whole new outfit just for today." Danny chuckles, his own nerves showing through. Despite how long they have known each other, he feels wholly unprepared for tonight.
"Not exactly," Sam says. She drops her sleeves and smooths out her skirt again, this time pinching some of the fabric in her hand and swishing it back and forth. "I've had this outfit for a while, but I haven't worn it yet."
"Oh, man. I'm really underdressed, aren't I?" Danny tugs at the collar of his NASA shirt with a grimace. The button-up, at least, is black, because he knew she would like that. But otherwise, he is plain old Danny.
"Not that you don't look good all dressed up, but I like it when you're yourself," Sam says.
The rumble of a motorcycle approaches from the distance.
"Besides, I think you'll look pretty fancy next to Johnny."
At least Danny has that going for him. They both turn toward and watch Johnny's motorcycle peal into the parking lot. It goes intangible, along with its riders, and phases through the parked cars, only coming back into the physical world when it screeches to a stop in front of Danny and Sam.
Johnny runs a hand over his slicked-back hair—is that gel? "You're really setting the tone for your first date, huh."
To Danny's horror, Johnny is dressed up. He switched his dusty gray jacket for a shiny leather one, and instead of his usual shirt, he wears his own button-up. But unlike Danny's, Johnny's shirt is white and crisp, and actually buttoned up.
Kitty, meanwhile, looks the same as always. "Come on, don't tease the kid. He ain't half bad looking. He snagged me for a couple weeks, didn't he?"
Danny opens his mouth, about to remind her that she had been using him to make Johnny jealous the entire time; one look at Johnny's scowl and Sam's glare has him shutting up before he can utter a single syllable.
"Uh, should we go in? You do have the tickets, right Johnny?" he says instead.
Johnny scoffs and reaches into his jacket, pulling out the tickets. "Cool it, little man. I got us covered."
"Johnny! You actually bought tickets?" Kitty gasps.
"Only the best for you, babe. Let's go." Johnny holds out his elbow for Kitty to take, which she goes with glee, her steps bouncing as they take off for the ticket booth. Over his shoulder, Johnny shoots Danny a wink.
"Oh, uh. Shall we?" Danny cringes as the words fall from his mouth, but offers his arm to Sam nonetheless. She looks between Danny and Johnny, a questioning look in her eye. Just when Danny thinks she is going to leave him hanging, she shrugs and loops her arm through his.
They follow Johnny and Kitty. Already at the booth, the ghostly couple is passing the tickets over when Danny and Sam get close.
"The pipsqueaks are with us," Johnny says.
The girl at the counter, who looks only a year or two older than Danny, stares at Johnny with wide eyes. His aura, a dull grey that's usually hard to see, is much brighter at night. With the poorly lit parking lot at their back, it's impossible to ignore. Kitty's soft green aura is far more noticeable, but she stands just behind Johnny, her arm still curled around his, staring ahead at the twinkling lights of the boardwalk.
The sun hasn't completely set yet, but the top of the Ferris wheel touches the darkest part of the sky, and its colourful lights flash in a mesmerizing pattern, beckoning people in.
Johnny seems to have forgotten the whole reason he arranged this date in the first place because he takes full advantage of Kitty's distraction to lean in close to Ticket Girl, looking her up and down.
Behind them, a line is forming.
Ticket Girl's lip curls in disgust, but Danny can see fear shining in her eyes. "Sorry, sir, but I don't know if I can let a ghost in."
The fawning curl to Johnny's smile drops away abruptly, twisting into something more similar. "That's a bit rude, don't you think?" Shadow rises from Johnny's feet, growing taller until he looms over the booth, a menacing grin stretching his blank face wide.
"Johnny!" Danny slides up to the booth, nudging Johnny over with the arm not held by Sam, and beams at Ticket Girl manning the booth. "Hey. You might recognize me­—Danny Fenton, son of Maddie and Jack Fenton."
"The ghost hunters." Ticket Girl nods.
"Right. We're actually doing an experiment right now. See, some ghosts actually have really human behaviours. Like Phantom, I bet you love him. But any good scientist has to test their hypothesis multiple times. So me and my– uh, my girlfriend?" He glances at Sam, whose red face matches his, but nods in agreement. "Are here to observe these too ghosts"—he tips his head to Johnny and Kitty—"doing normal human things. Such as getting into the boardwalk with paid tickets, just like everyone else wants to do."
"But he...." Ticket Girl glances nervously at Shadow.
"The big guy will be so chill. Super chill. You won't even know he is here, because you'll be at the booth, far away from the ghosts that just want to get inside and definitely not hurt anyone here."
The kid snatches up the tickets before Danny finishes his sentence, ripping off the stubs, and shoves a handful of wristbands across the counter, along with a whole roll of game tickets. "Just don't come back, okay?"
"Thank you!" Danny grabs the items and hustles everyone along.
"Nice work, Danny." Kitty gives him a thumb up under her and Johnny's intertwined arms. "Way to use your head."
"I could have thought of something," Johnny grumbles.
"Sure you could have, babe. Now let's check out the roller coaster first!" She drags him off, both of them without their wristbands, but Danny doesn't think it will be a problem. Everyone steers clear of them as they plow through the crowd. Every second the sun gets closer to setting, every shade darker the sky turns, the more obvious it becomes that Johnny and Kitty aren't human as their auras grow brighter.
"What should we do first?" Sam plucks four of the wristbands from Danny's fist—the kid gave him seven—and puts them on, grinning at her little collection. She takes the remaining three and puts them on Danny.
"Roller coaster sounds fun. Go with the thrills first?" He watches her slip the bands around his wrist, looping them together so that all three are intertwined.
Sam pauses on the last bracelet. "But you like saving the big rides for last."
He peeks over Sam's shoulder. Johnny and Kitty are halfway across the boardwalk already, well on their way to the coaster. Johnny twists mid-step, catches Danny's eye, and beckons him forward.
Right. Stick together. See how it's done.
"Yeah, but it might be fun to shake things up." He takes over putting the last bracelet on, hurrying to slap the sticky pieces together. In his rush, he catches some of his hair, drawing out a wince, but Johnny and Kitty are nearly there, and they've fallen way too far behind. "Come on!"
Danny takes Sam's arm and pulls her along. Focused on the path left by Johnny and Kitty's charge, he misses the frown on Sam's face as she looks down at him.
It goes better than Danny expected. Kitty leads the way, picking attraction after attraction with such gusto that he thinks she has never been to a theme park of any kind, which may very well be. Danny doesn't know much about Johnny and Kitty's life before ghost-hood, except that they died young and poor.
More than once, Danny catches Johnny watching other girls. Kitty doesn't seem to have noticed, so far, but Danny is not taking any chances. He remembers Johnny's threat and Shadow's piercing eyes watching them every step of the way serves as a constant reminder. Whenever he catches Johnny in a moment of distraction, he nudges the ghost and draws him back to the present. It earns him a few glares, but it works.
Despite Johnny's mounting annoyance, he still fulfills his side of the deal, giving Danny quick advice, either through vague gestures or whispered words while the girls are distracted.
"Let her choose what to do." Johnny feigns examining the bright bulbs overhead as they wait in line for the bumper cars. The golden lights dangle from the tent, flashing intermittently. Neither Sam nor Kitty are paying attention to the boys. Sam leans against the railing, cheering on the current bumper car drivers. A quick glance into the rink shows Valerie Grey ramming her cart against Dash Baxter.
If Johnny weren't dispensing important advice, Danny would be right next to Sam cheering along.
"It makes her feel like you care about what she likes when you do," Johnny continues.
"I do care," Danny says.
"Perfect, then you won't have a problem."
The bumper cars don't provide ample opportunity to use Johnny's advice, but when Kitty drags them to the Tilt-a-Whirl next, he gets the perfect chance. At the front of the line, he and Sam get first pick of the available seats. The Amity Park boardwalk, unlike other theme parks, has an eclectic collection of Tilt-a-Whirl cars ranging from a cupcake, to a plain seat, to a bat to a spaceship. Danny already knows which one Sam would like.
"You want to take the spaceship?" Sam asks, tugging Danny in that direction.
He resists her pull. "Don't you like the bat?"
"Yeah, of course. But you like the spaceship."
It's the strangest tug of war Danny has ever found himself in. He nearly gives in, but Johnny kicks the back of Danny's leg—lightly—and coughs "lady's choice" under his breath.
"It's just a car. We can take the one you like," Danny says.
Sam frowns, her grip slackening. It's all that Danny needs, and he eagerly pulls her toward the bat, sliding in before she can protest further. When he turns to face her, instead of a smile, she meets him with a frown.
"Is something wrong?" Danny asks, startled. Panic rises within him. Oh, no. She is not having a good time. It's a disaster after all.
"No, it's fine," she says after a moment of silence, which does nothing to assuage Danny's worries. Everyone knows "fine" doesn't actually mean "fine." It's one of the most used words in Danny's vocabulary, typically after a nasty ghost fight that leaves him limping and bruised.
Desperate, Danny leans out of the car, searching the ride for Johnny. He finds him across the way, sliding into the cupcake next to Kitty. Johnny meets Danny's gaze and motions for him to watch. In one smooth move, Johnny stretches his arm out with a feigned yawn, then settles it down around Kitty's shoulders and tugs her close. When Danny leans back into the car, Sam is watching him.
"You're acting weird," she says.
"I'm just a little tired." Danny stretches his arm up, just like Johnny did. Sam's gaze follows it all the way until he drapes it over her shoulder. It isn't until he has settled that he realizes he forgot the yawn.
The rest of Johnny's advice follows that same vein: do what Sam wants and use every chance possible to invite her closer. Danny follows it to the letter, mimicking everything Johnny does. Take the lead when walking, but let her choose where to go. Keep her close, but let her wander when she wants to. The hardest part, though, is finding excuses to stick with Johnny and Kitty.
"We don't have to spend the whole night with them," Sam says.
They are loading onto the Ferris wheel, Johnny and Kitty taking one side of the four-person carriage while Sam and Danny get the other. Danny had hoped to save this for the end of the night, for just him and Sam, but Kitty wanted to go now. When Danny tried to suggest otherwise, or even suggest he and Sam take a different carriage, Shadow's low growl cut off his protests.
"I want to make sure they don't get into trouble. You know they like to cause drama," he whispers needlessly. Neither Kitty nor Johnny is listening.
"I don't think we have to worry about that. We've been here for three hours already and they haven't done anything. I think they just want to have a good time. Mostly." Sam tilts her head, shooting Johnny a pointed look.
To Danny's dismay, Johnny is once again feasting on the local sights. As Kitty braces herself against the rail of the carriage, staring out over the beachfront, Johnny leers at the woman who helped them onto the ride. His posture mimics Kitty's as the Ferris wheel turns for the next passengers to load on, and he leans over to get one last look at the woman.
"It's a double date. Aren't you supposed to stick together on a double date?" Danny draws Sam's attention back to him with the question and uses that moment to kick Johnny's ankle.
"Ow!" Johnny cries. He whips around, fixing a glare on Danny. "The hell was that for?"
"Do I have to say it?" They both know he won't, though. With the threat of Shadow hanging over the evening, Danny won't risk letting Kitty on to what's happening behind her back.
Sam, however, has no such qualms. "I can't believe you. You're literally on a date and you're not even paying attention to your girlfriend?"
That grabs Kitty's attention. She turns, eyes wide, and looks at Johnny. "What?"
"I bet she spent a long time getting ready for today, trying to look good for you, but here you are, faking interest when she watches, then looking to someone else whenever you think she isn't." As Sam berates Johnny, her voice slowly growing louder, Danny gets the sinking feeling that she isn't just talking about the ghost. "I wonder how long she has been looking forward to this. Probably a really long time, but you're so distracted that you can't even see she isn't enjoying herself."
Danny's stomach plummets. He really screwed up, didn't he?
"You. What?" Kitty's ice-cold voice reminds Danny that there are real stakes on this date.
"I was checking out her jacket, not her! It looks like the kind of thing you like to wear," Johnny rushes to explain.
Kitty's eyes narrow. In a blink, she lurches across the carriage and takes Johnny's place at the rail, peering back at the receding woman. Damningly, she isn't wearing a jacket.
"You! You! I can't believe you!" Kitty shrieks. "I thought you wanted to take me on a nice date. I didn't even care that you the ghost kid and his girl were coming, because he's nice, and you were finally taking me to a theme park like I always wanted!"
Viridescent tears streak down Kitty's cheeks. Danny has seen her livid and raging plenty of times over the past few years, but now she looks downright distraught. Her face crumples, scowl giving way as a sob wrenches from her throat. Johnny looks as stricken as Danny feels.
"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean it. You know you're the only girl for me," he says, dropping to his knees.
"I thought this– this meant something." Kitty struggles to speak through her tears, fighting against the tightening of her throat and gasping sobs. "How could you?"
She takes off, then, launching herself out of the carriage with enough force that she sends it rocking. Johnny reaches after her, but it's no use. She streaks across the sky, a blur of red and green, and disappears into the sparkling lights of the game booths, out of sight in seconds.
An oppressive silence descends for one long moment.
Johnny, shoulders trembling, turns to Danny. His shadow bubbles and bulges as two furious eyes blink open. "Kid, I am going to kill you!"
Sam jumps forward, sending the carriage rocking again, and brings her leg up. Danny glimpses the neon sole of her boot before she slams her heel down on Shadow's growing face. Shadow screeches in pain and withers into the floor, disappearing into a grey blob with a pathetic sizzle.
"Shut the hell up, Johnny, and go after your girlfriend!" Sam shouts, thrusting an arm out toward the game booths.
Johnny gnashes his teeth but doesn't fight. "This isn't over, kid." He falls through the floor of the carriage, intangible, and takes off after Kitty.
With a huff, Sam drops onto the bench opposite Danny, crossing her legs and arms, and glares at a point over Danny's shoulder.
Danny fidgets, pinching the fabric of his jeans and rolling it between his fingers. He looks up at Sam, down, then out after Johnny and Kitty. "Should we–"
"They can wait until the ride is done," Sam snaps.
Danny nods, afraid to say anything else and screw this up even further. He should have noticed Sam wasn't enjoying herself. It started off great, and now... he is not sure if there will be a second date. He wouldn't blame her. With that realization comes the dawning horror of what that might mean for their friendship. It would end because of this, right? They have fought a few times over the years, and it never lasts long, but this is different. They tried dating; that changes things. If it doesn't work and they go back to just being friends, it won't be the same. They will both know that they like each other, and they will know that it didn't work.
What would happen then? Danny can't imagine not having Sam in his life, but if she is really mad at him... she has dropped people for less. Everyone in Casper High remembers the middle school debacle that led to Sam cutting off all ties with Paulina. They might be better now, but it took six years for them to become friends again. Danny couldn't wait that long.
"Danny!" Sam jostles him, her hand on his shoulder, and yanks him back to the present. She stares into his eyes, assessing him. Once she is satisfied that he is back in the moment, she returns to her seat, this time with her gaze fixed on him.
Looking outside the carriage, Danny realizes they are over the crest. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he missed half the ride, including the best moment. The realization hits him worse than one of Skulker's ecto-seeking missiles. He nearly spirals again, but Sam reaches out and clamps onto his knee, keeping him grounded.
"Danny, I think we need to talk."
This is his nightmare. Literally, he has had nightmares about Sam rejecting him. They usually end with the haunting echo of Elliot's pompous laughter as Sam chooses him, old jealousies thriving in his dreams. Sometimes Valerie is there, too, her face overlayed with Sam's as they turn him down in unison. But the worst ones are when it is just Sam, looking him straight in the eye, and saying no. Right now, this is all too close to those nightmares.
He swallows, unable to find the right words, and nods instead.
"Why did you ask me out if you weren't even going to pay attention to me?" she asks.
Danny's mouth stays clamped shut as his earlier fears are realized. Her rant was for more than just Johnny.
"You asked me if this outfit was new." Sam skims her fingers along the lace of her stockings, tracing the spiderweb patterns hidden within. "I didn't lie when I answered. I bought this a few months ago for homecoming. It was our last one, and I thought... I thought you were going to ask me to it."
"But that's not..."
"Yeah, I didn't wear it."
The dress she did wear was fancier, with layered skirts and glittering black beads.
"I bought this one because I knew you wouldn't care if I dressed fancy or not. And I know you don't like to unless you have to." She nods to Danny's casual outfit. "So when you asked me out, I already knew what I wanted to wear, because I know you. But this whole time, you haven't acted like the Danny I know and care about. You've been clingy, and overly accommodating, but at the same time ignoring everything I wanted. And when you weren't doing that, you were watching Johnny?"
Sam ducks her head and looks away. With the brim of her hat hiding her face, he can't see her, but the quiet sniffle she makes is unmistakable.
A rotten taste seeps through Danny's mouth. This was supposed to be a nice first date, but all he did was make Sam cry.
"I know I say I don't care about this stuff. I say it all the time, but..." She reaches up, carefully dabs at her eyes so she doesn't ruin her makeup. "I wanted you to look at me."
Danny finally finds his voice. "Sam, God, no. You're beautiful. When I saw you? Holy crap, I couldn't breathe. You're always beautiful. Not that that's the only reason I like you! You're my best friend. I love your passion, and your smarts, and how you won't put up with guys like Johnny getting away with any of their shit. Or me getting away with mine. I love so much about you, and I love­–"
He cuts himself off before the last word, the unsaid "you" hanging between them. He knows what he meant. She probably does, too. Now isn't the right time to say it, though, so he lets his voice fade to quiet.
The Ferries wheel jerks to a stop, their carriage rocking back and forth, and the ride technician opens the door for them.
"Hey, weren't there for of you before?" she asks.
"They got off early," Danny says. He ignores the startled look on the technician’s face as he rises to his feet. On instinct, he reaches toward Sam but holds back at the last moment. Clingy. The word echoes in his head. He wavers, unsure what to do.
Sam takes the choice away from him, jerking to her feet before he can decide. She touches his hand, but doesn't take it and brushes past him, exiting the carriage onto the boardwalk.
"Harsh," the technician whispers.
"I deserve it," Danny mutters back before running after Sam. She walks at a brisk pace, weaving through the crowd toward the line of booths. Danny catches up as she reaches the first tent. "Where are we going?"
"We need to make sure Johnny and Kitty haven't trashed anything, don't we?" Sam says.
"Right, yeah." Danny wishes his ghost sense would go off. At the very least, it could tell them if Johnny and Kitty were close by, but that only worked if they left his range in the first place. In his freshman year, they might have, but today his range stretched over most of the boardwalk, if not the whole thing.
As it turns out, tracking them is easy even without Danny's sense. When he and Sam reach the tightest cluster of game booths, they find a trail of destruction. Fallen stands, scattered prizes, and shattered lights guide them through the maze of booths and back out into the main thoroughfare.
"This looks tame for Shadow," Sam comments.
"Twenty bucks says Johnny did it," Danny says as they pick their way through shattered boards.
"Not Kitty?"
"Right now, the only person she's mad at is Johnny. But when Johnny gets mad, he isn't the only source of bad luck in their trio," Danny explains. It doesn't come out often, since Shadow does most of the fighting, but he has seen it often enough to recognize the effects.
When they leave the booths behind, they find themselves near the boardwalk entrance. In the middle of the wide path, Johnny and Kitty are locked in a screaming match. Or Kitty screams while Johnny wilts with every new word.
"It was always supposed to be our place, Johnny! And you ruined it!" She beat her fist against his chest, wailing all the while.
Johnny's silence under the onslaught speaks volumes. He doesn't even look mad anymore, just heartbroken.
"All I ever wanted, and you couldn't even—!" She stops, shuddering, and takes a deep breath. Her next words come out quiet. "If you hadn't tried to look at that stupid girl! If you had just watched the road like you were supposed to!" A gut-wrenching sob cuts her off. "Leave me alone, Johnny."
She turns on her heels and runs toward the nearest building. For a moment, it doesn't look like Johnny is going to follow. His legs tremble, seconds from collapsing beneath him. He manages to lift his gaze, though, and finally notices the sign hanging over the building that Kitty missed: Hall of Mirrors.
"Shit! Kitty, wait!" he calls, but she ignores him. With another swear, he leaps up and flies after her.
"Oh, no," Danny says. He sprints across the boards, Sam following without question. They're halfway to the house of mirrors when they hear a piercing scream followed by a crash. The building crackles. Something inside pulses, imperceptible to regular humans, but it makes Danny stagger.
"Danny, what's going on?"
Before he can answer, a wave of power surges from the house and everything goes back.
Danny wakes to a sharp ringing in his ears. Hazy light edges his vision. His hearing returns slowly. First, the muffled sound of his name, then the fizzle and pop of broken lights, and finally the soft rumbling of a gathered crowd.
All at once, Danny becomes aware. Sam hovers at his side, her hair tousled, a thin cut on her temple, and her hat in her hands. He sits up, squeezing his eyes shut when the world spins around him. Sam provides a steady hand, rubbing small circles on his back until he can open his eyes again. Around them, the stalls are dark. Thirty feet out in every direction from the house of mirrors, every light is broken. Glass litters the boardwalk. The normally glowing entrance to the park is dark, the metal twisted. Beyond that, the ticket booth lies on its side.
Directly ahead of them, a large crack splits the house of mirrors.
"What... what was that?" Sam asks. "It was like Shadow's power but way bigger. I've never... did Johnny do that? I didn't know he could."
Danny groans, rubbing his head. The piercing ring lingers in the back of his head, and it probably won't fade for a while, but it is not so bad that he can't ignore it. "Normally, yeah, but..." He grimaces. "We should get in there."
Sam nods and helps Danny to his feet, pulling him up by the arm. He staggers toward the broken attraction with Sam at his shoulder, casting wary glances all around them.
The gathered crowd isn’t big, yet. It looks like Danny was the only one knocked off his feet, the only one really affected by the ghostly surge—three guesses as to why that is, and the first two don't count. Judging by the sparks still raining down down from the shattered lights, it has only been a minute since the surge. Security isn't here yet. That gives them some time.
The employee manning the attractions sits on the boards, staring wide-eyed at the broken building. He doesn't even blink as Danny and Sam slip through the curtain.
Inside, it's dark. The lights are all down. Glass crunches under their shoes, every mirror in sight shattered, leaving blank boards behind. Johnny and Kitty aren't far from the entrance, no more than a few feet. Sam sees them first, catches the glow of their auras in the corner of her eye, and points toward a dead-end alcove after the first bend in the maze.
Kitty is tucked against Johnny's chest, her jacket pulled up around her head. Johnny has his arms around her waist, and his soft voice provides the only noise beyond the glass under Danny and Sam's feet.
When Johnny hears them, lifts his head, just enough to glare at them through the darkness. No threats spill from his lips, though, and he goes back to comforting Kitty soon enough.
Danny can't help it. He looks down at the mirror shards below them, and immediately wishes he didn't. Bloody road rash stretches up Kitty's right side, torn to the bone. Her face, protected by the darkness around them, and the shadows of her jacket, remains hidden from Danny's prying eyes. He prefers it that way.
A gentle nudge at his side reminds him that Sam is with them.
"What's going on?" she mouths.
Danny crouches, carefully not to make too much noise, and picks up a shard of glass. Johnny still hears him, though, and Shadow rises threateningly at the sight of the glass. Danny holds up a placating hand, then motions to Sam, the glass, then himself.
No matter what low opinion Johnny has of Danny right now, he wouldn't stoop so far as to expose other ghosts like that. To Danny's surprise, however, Johnny thrusts an arm out and motions for the glass. Danny raises his eyebrows. Johnny sticks his hand out further. Without complaint, Danny passes it over.
Johnny holds the glass up, angling it so that they can see his face. He and Kitty have matching road rash.
Sam gasps.
"Come on," Danny says to Johnny and Kitty. "Security will come soon. And if they see a couple of ghosts, you know they'll call my parents."
Kitty sniffs. Danny can't see her well behind the jacket, but the way her hair bobs, he assumes she nodded. All four of them go intangible, Danny lending his power to Sam. They slip through the mirrors toward the side of the building and step out into the open air. As Johnny continues to comfort Kitty, Danny creeps toward the corner of the building and peers out into the open. They left just in time. A security guard pushes through the gathered crowd and heads for the front entrance.
Danny retreats before anyone can see him, leaning against the side of the building. He shudders.
"I didn't know that could happen," Sam whispers as she comes up beside Danny.
"Not your fault. Ghosts don't make a point of going near mirrors," he says.
"You do, all the time. I saw you in a mirror this week."
"In your locker, yeah. But I'm not a ghost all the time. It doesn't work when I'm in human form."
"So, when you picked up the glass..." Sam trails off. Danny doesn't answer, letting her fill in the blanks for herself.
Neither of them says anything for a long moment. They hear the shout of the security guard, calling an al clear. Danny feels sorry for the workers at the park who have to deal with the aftermath. It didn't affect the whole boardwalk—he can see the Ferris wheel operating just fine, and a glow in the air from the game booth lights.
"Hey, kid."
Danny lifts his head toward Johnny.
"We're heading out. Consider us even."
"Thanks for showing her." Danny tilts his head back and thumps it against the wall of the house of mirrors. "You know, so I didn't have to."
Johnny shrugs. "Yeah, whatever. You're too young to deal with that shit, is all. Take care of your girl, alright?" He doesn't wait for an answer. Kitty is already gone, and Johnny goes invisible before Danny can think of a reply, leaving him and Sam alone.
"You never actually answered," Sam says, breaking the silence between them. "About why you took the double date."
Thank God it's too dark for Sam to see Danny's face go scarlet. In retrospect, of course Johnny's idea wouldn't end well, Danny was just so desperate he was willing to risk it.
"I asked him for dating advice," he mutters.
Sam splutters, a startled laugh bursting out of her. "What?"
"I couldn't think of anyone else to ask, so we made a deal. He invites us on a double date and gives me some tips, and I don't tell Kitty I caught him at the girl's college."
"You are such a dork." Sam snickers. "Is that why you kept watching him? I thought for a second me and Kitty might need to band together to keep you two apart."
Danny groans. "Please don't say that. Tucker already got me with that."
"Good. I hope he did." Sam shuffles over, leaning against Danny, and rests her head on his shoulder. "Danny, I don't need to hang off you like some soul-bound lovebird. We've known each other for ten years. I don't need some idealized romance, I just need you."
Danny feels like an idiot for ever thinking otherwise. The date might have been a train wreck, but half the boardwalk is still functioning. Maybe the evening doesn't have to be a total waste. He pulls the roll of game tickets—a precious commodity at the boardwalk—from his pocket and holds them out.
"Want to win Tucker that shark?" he asks.
Sam laughs, her shoulder shaking against his. "Only if we can ride the spaceship car on the Tilt-a-Whirl."
"Deal."
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Stepping Into The Moonlight
Charia Kingdom – Jeno
Smut, Fluff, Angst.
Fantasy!Au, Supernatural!Au
Warnings: Violence, Blood, Explicit Content, Graphic Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Virginity Loss, Fighting.
Word Count: 13.3k
(All of this series links up. The timeline of the story runs in the order of the master list from top to bottom, Mark - Jisung. Each members part can be read as a stand-alone, but I would recommended reading all the parts in order so the story adds up.)
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Charia Kingdom - A place that has equal amounts of sunshine and rain, hot and cold, rich and poor, and, humans and creatures that couldn’t be identified as that of human status. Ruled by the Lee family with a king whose cutthroat and unforgiving nature is feared by many. The poor not cared for by people who have everything, where disease takes the lives of those unfortunate enough to not have the funds to purchase medicine. A place where humans live among  creatures many would find terrifying. It’s no secret that Vampires, Werewolves, Wizards, etc live amongst them like normal people. Unless you murder someone, you’re considered normal. Everyone lives their own lives, whether it be a happy life, or a sorrowful life…
Being the crown prince of Charia Kingdom was never something that worried Jeno. He was raised by his mother to smile when talked to, and to have a kind heart so that he would rule the kingdom differently to how his father had. At 16, he’s unexpectedly hit by a powerful curse after hearing a ruckus going on in the echoing halls of the castle. It flips his life around, his new status as a werewolf being a challenge he hates with all his heart. It turned the kingdoms sweetheart into an angry, brooding boy. Now 19, Jeno has learned how to control when he phases with the help of the remedies Mark brews for him. The only thing he can’t control is bursting into a gigantic wolf every time a negative emotion takes over his mind. No one apart from the workers of the castle know that he’s a wolf, it being kept a secret from the public. He runs in the forest in his wolf form calm him down, until he comes face to face with a rogue wolf who threatens his life with her piercing glare. After imprinting on each other, Jeno has to learn how to balance his new love, his duties as prince, his burning rage, and a secret that is revealed to him that changes his life once again.
“I’m your brother…” Renjun’s words had Jeno’s eyebrows furrowing, a mix of confusion and betrayal curdling in Jeno’s stomach. He couldn’t understand why Renjun was comparing himself to a brother since he was the one who had cursed him. Friends close enough to be labelled as brother’s don’t do that to each other. He’d clearly misunderstood Renjun’s words.
“No you’re not. We used to be like brothers, but not anymore. You ruined my life. So don’t use how close we used to be as a way of trying to get out of this because I want to hurt you so ba-” Jeno growled out but was interrupted by Renjun.
“No! Jeno you don’t understand!” He gripped at his shaggy hair in frustration, his eyes squeezing shut as he let out a long sigh. “We have the same father! We are brothers by blood! That’s why your father killed my mother because I found out about his big secret. I confronted him, and he killed her. I was on my way to murder him when you got in my way, that’s why you ended up the way you are now.” Jeno could feel the heat inside of him rising as Renjun, his apparent brother, talked. He didn’t know whether to believe him or not. But why would he lie? “I’m sorry Jeno…I never meant to do this to you.” Renjun’s voice turned soft in his sincerity, the girl behind him approaching him and taking his hand into her own. Jeno frowned as he watched them, jealous that Renjun was living a normal life despite what he did to Jeno’s. Jeno didn’t say anything, instead tried to focus on his breathing as it spiked, his chest rising and falling fast and his shoulders tensing up as he felt the wolf inside of him ready to take over. It felt like he needed to throw up, his knees shaking and his fingers trembling as the warmth spread from his stomach. The warmth turned into a gruelling pain that he had never gotten used to, it still hurt just as much as it had the first time that his body had ripped into a gigantic wolf.
“Renjun!” The girl beside him squealed, pulling Renjun back in fright as she saw how Jeno’s eyes turned from a deep brown to a glowing amber, identical to the ones she’d seen through the cabin just before Jeno had made his entrance. Watching Jeno change into a wolf made Renjun wince, a horrible feeling flooding his gut as he knew how this was his fault. One second Jeno was stood on two feet, the next he was stood on four. The changing process always made his mind go hazy as his instincts turned from human to wolf, but his mind remained the same. He still had the same thoughts and opinions, and he remembered who he was. He was just more likely to fight and hurt someone with his wolf instinct. He briefly thought back to the way that Mark’s girlfriend had looked at him with the same fear in her eyes that Jeno could see in Renjun’s girlfriend and it made him sick that he had that impact on people he didn’t want to harm.
“Jeno, I beg you…you can hurt me but please don’t touch her.” Renjun’s voice wavered as he held his hands up in surrender. Jeno squeezed his eyes shut and let out a low growl, thoughts flying around his head but not even one of those thoughts were to harm the woman stood beside his brother. It hurt Jeno that everyone immediately thought he was going to intentionally harm them when he turned into a wolf involuntarily because of his emotions. It caused his heart to ache. He had never been an aggressive person until he had to live with the cards he’d been dealt. Deep down he was still the soft, kind, warm-hearted Prince his mother had raised him to be. He just found it hard to overcome the constant burn of angst and anger he felt towards his condition and lack of normality on his life. It led him to feel the heavy cloud of depression over his head that he struggled to cope with, especially when everyone he knew was so cautious around him now. His paw raised to step towards the pair, and as he did, a scuffle of leaves and snapping twigs caused his ears to perk up. But before he could look towards the sound, a wolf skidded to a stop on the mud in front of him, putting herself between him and the couple. Her teeth bared and her emerald eyes glowed as they narrowed at him. He could tell she was a female purely from her scent, which was a lot sweeter than any of the male wolves he’d come across.
“Snowy!” Renjun’s eyes widened as he addressed the wolf. Jeno was slightly confused, as he hadn’t smelt any nearby wolves, but he pinned it down to him before distracted by his own head to even notice his senses. The wolf in front of him was considerably smaller than his large frame, her fur as white as snow and he could see why they called her Snowy. She smelt different to all the other wolves that Jeno had encountered before, her scent not making his nose crinkle in disgust from the earthy scent he usually smelt around wolves. Not that he’d met many other wolves, and when he did, they’d simply ignore him in passing and respect each other’s boundaries. But she smelt like the sweet flowers he’d only ever smelt inside of the castles garden because they didn’t grow in the wild, his nose raising slightly in the air as he sniffed to smell the scent deeper. He smelt the undertone of what he remembered to be rain when it hit trees. The fresh scent sitting happily against his nose and making his head tilt in confusion.
You stared at Jeno with narrowed eyes, keeping your teeth bared at him to show him that you wouldn’t allow him to get close to the only human’s you could trust. You kept a low growl vibrating from your throat, but it didn’t seem to be affecting him as he continued to stare at you non-threateningly for a few minutes. You’d been watching the interaction from the safety of the brush, keeping low so that your appearance would come as a surprise to him. You saw how he turned into a wolf, and his scent surprisingly stayed identical to the warm smell of something you couldn’t quite identify instead of the smell of dirt and wet dog that you usually smelt around male wolves. You stayed low as you growled at him, ready to pounce at him at any moment to protect Renjun and his love who you still didn’t know the name of, despite how much smaller than him you were.
Jeno snapped out of his reverie, feeling a strange pull to you but not knowing what it meant, so he lowered himself, copying your stance and baring his teeth at you too. When you didn’t back off despite smelling the pheromones he was now emitting as he tried to assert his dominance in being a large male over you, he barked, trying to make you feel threatened. Your heart was racing, not wanting to act on the pull you felt. It was as if gravity was trying to push you to him, but you didn’t want to admit the inkling you had in your brain as to what it could be. You weren’t scared of him, you’d fought plenty of other wolves in your lifetime, ones who were purebred wolf and others who were a human and wolf mix like yourself and the wolf stood in front of you.
“Snowy don’t!” Renjun shouted as you lunged at the wolf you remembered as Jeno, as you’d heard Renjun call him. Your teeth latched onto his neck, not penetrating the skin but gripping onto him as you stayed latching onto him. You weren’t big enough to knock his heavy frame over, but you used all your strength in fighting him. He thrashed around, trying to rid his body of you without harming you. He didn’t want to fight, but it was in his natural instincts to protect himself. So you found yourself tumbling with him in a mix of white and black fur into the dense trees. He threw you off of him, but that didn’t stop you. Your claws dug into the earth as you jumped at him again, he jumped at you at the same time and you felt your body hit a tree trunk hard from how you ricocheted off his strong body. He pinned you down to the floor, his mouth caging your neck to the floor as he tried to control you in his act of self-defence. You stopped moving, knowing you had been defeated because of the size difference, waiting until he pulled away and backed off, his body still in a defensive stance, his claws making marks in the soil from how hard he was gripping the floor as he stared at you.  
You stayed laying on the floor as you caught your breath. Jeno felt the need to rub his head against you and help you up, but he didn’t know you, and he most definitely wasn’t going to attempt to do that after you attacked him. You wanted nothing more than for him to nuzzle your face and lick at all the cuts that stained your white fur a royal red, but you also wanted him to stay away from you. The conflicted feelings you both felt dawned on you both at the same time.
You’d imprinted on each other.
You felt sick to your stomach as the fact you’d imprinted on someone and knew that your wolf would be restless forever until you both caved to the feelings and joined your souls in the way they wanted to merge. Jeno only knew of imprinting from books he’d read about werewolves, but he could easily diagnose it from the symptoms matching everything he remembered from the books. He never thought he’d feel the feelings he was feeling in that moment as he stared at your limp body. He was overjoyed, but worried. You knew one day you would find your ‘soulmate’, but you never expected it to be so soon, and certainly not in this kind of circumstance. You could remember the day that your brother imprinted on a human and left you to live alone in the woods when you were sixteen, opting to live in his human form to be with his love. You’d been alone since then, learning how to take care of yourself and struggling to resent your brother because you knew he couldn’t fight the burning desire his instincts thrust upon him.
You didn’t know what to do, so you jumped up. Standing on shaky legs for a moment before bolting off between the trees as fast as your four legs could carry you. You didn’t have to turn around to know that Jeno was hot on your heels. You could hear his heavy paws against the earth and the way he panted as he tried to keep up with your nimble body. He was catching up with you, his long legs giving him the advantage. But you knew the woods like the back of your hand, so you found it easy to dodge between trees and take sharp turns. Soon losing him amongst the trees, but you that didn’t stop you from running. You ran until you reached the cave that you used as your den, huddling against the wall, and staying in your wolf form in case he followed your scent and suddenly popped up out of nowhere.
Jeno mentally beat himself up at how easily you had escaped him. His mind was clouded over from the realisation at what had just happened. He decided to go back to the castle instead of going back to Renjun. He could deal with that another day now that he knew where Renjun was residing. He dragged his feet, sulking as he walked through the forest. He used the cover of the trees to make his way home, letting out a short howl that Jisung knew meant he was back home and needed some clothes before he could show himself. The younger boy opened the gate and rushed into the trees to Jeno, giving him some loose clothes so he could hide his modesty as he entered the castle.
Jeno went to sleep that night, knowing his life had just drastically changed once more.
 ---
The forest felt different to Jeno as he desperately sniffed at the floor, trying hard to pick up your scent that you’d left behind the day prior. In his mouth he held a bag of clothes, two pairs of clothes just in case he managed to find you, so that your first encounter with him as a human wouldn’t have to be naked. He’d been searching for hours, going in circles in his desperation to try and find you. Eventually he caught scent of what he remembered you to smell like, his ears pricking up and his nose twitching at the euphoria your scent had on him. He stood still for a moment, basking in the feeling that had overcome him, before his legs started moving, his body subconsciously following the scent as it became stronger.
The scent took him to a stream, the shallow water hitting the rocks on the bed of the meandering water and making a comforting sound. He crept up quietly, making sure his paws hardly touched the floor so that his footsteps remained silent. He could see your white fur through the trees, your feet submerged in the flowing water and your head bowed, staring at your own reflection. He dropped the bag, changing to his human form and hurrying to put on his loose white shirt and baggy tan pants. He took a deep breath in anticipation, slowly appearing from the trees and holding his hands up in surrender. He cleared his throat to gain your attention, and your head flicked up immediately. You backed off, crossing to the other side of the stream and lowering your body to the ground in caution. You had only seen his face from the side, and even then, you didn’t see it very clearly. So his beautifully handsome face was enough to take your breath away. He had a strong jawline, kissable pouty lips, and wide eyes that were staring at you with a soft look.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was deep, and you were trying so desperately to ignore the invisible rope that felt like it was tugging you towards him by your heart. “I think we got off to a bad start, my name is Jeno…” His eyes stayed on you as you visibly relaxed but didn’t make any effort to approach him. He gulped as he thought about his next words. “Are you like me? Or do you only have your wolf form?” He desperately wanted you to tell him that you were like him. If you weren’t and only had your wolf form, then he knew that his wolf would never be fully satisfied unless he was with you all the time, which would mean living as a wolf permanently, something he didn’t want to do, nor could do as he still had the responsibility of being a prince sitting on his shoulders. When you turned away from him and walked between the trees, he felt his heart sink and his shoulders drop in disappointment. But when he saw a small hand wrap around a tree trunk and a pair of glowing emerald green eyes, the same as your wolf, he felt his heart flutter. The only way you could tell if a person was born with the ability to turn into a wolf was if their eyes stayed the same colour in human form as they were in wolf form. If they were born as a normal human but had been cursed, their eyes would return to normal colour in their human form. “Hey…” He smiled, but as he took a step forward you hid behind the tree again. “I won’t hurt you; I promise…take this.” He crossed the stream, his feet getting wet, but he didn’t care. He then balled up the cotton dress in his hands and threw it, so that it landed by your feet. You pulled it over your head and let the white material fall down to your knees. You stepped out from behind the tree, finally showing Jeno all of yourself now that you weren’t naked.
After taking your first step, you felt your knees buckle, your hands about to come in contact with the grass but Jeno had stepped forward and caught you just in time. “Are you okay?” He sounded worried, his voice soft and his grip on your hips firm. You looked up at him with wide eyes, nodding to him when you opened your mouth, but no noise came out. He looked into your eyes, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears and his mouth going dry. His touch felt warm and you felt the need to curl up in his hold and never let go. “I heard them call you Snowy, is that your name?” You shook your head, clearing your throat and opening your mouth once more.
“My name is (Y/N).” Your voice was as pure as freshly laid snow, it sending a ripple up Jeno’s spine and he smiled widely. If he didn’t have wolf senses, then he wouldn’t have heard you, your voice so quiet that it couldn’t even be classed as a whisper. You hadn’t been in your human form in over a year, so your human body felt stiff and weak. Your voice not warmed up and your limbs shaky.
“Beautiful…” He murmured subconsciously and then felt his cheeks heating up at his confession. “So, I’m assuming you’ve realised that we’ve imprinted on each other…” You nodded at his statement, his hands still gripping at your hips more softly, feeling an odd satisfaction that he’d never felt before as he held you. His body felt strong, your hands placed timidly on his broad shoulders and you stared at his lips as he talked.
“Mhm.” You made a quiet noise and nodded your head.
“Come back to the castle with me.” He phrased it as a command, not a question. You tilted your head in confusion and raised an eyebrow.
“Castle?” Your voice was getting louder as you spoke, it sounding almost normal but still as gentle as a cloud.
“I’m the Prince of this Kingdom, I live in the castle, and I want you to come back with me. We can get to know each other, because either way neither of us will be happy if we’re apart.” You pulled away from him after he finished speaking. It made his stomach sink and he reached out to you, but you took another step back. You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head. You didn’t want to leave the forest; it was were you grew up and all you knew. Of course you’d spent time with humans in the town, but you hadn’t been there for long periods of time, always ending up in the forest with your family where you preferred. You were also shocked that he was a Prince. Of all the people you could have imprinted on, you thought it was typical that you imprinted on someone who would have a difficult life.
“I don’t want to leave the forest…” You shook your head, watching as his face darkened, his eyebrows knitting together and mouth parting almost as if in disgust. It was clear to you that he was used to getting his own way as soon as he demanded it.
“Why? You could live a life of luxury and never have to worry about anything again!” His voice was louder, and it had an aggressive undertone to it as he got irritated at your refusal. You took another step back, your own face hardening as you tried to show that he didn’t scare you.
“I don’t want that. I don’t even know you. Back off.” Your eyes started to glow, as did Jeno’s. His soft brown eyes turning amber as his emotions got to him. He was upset that you didn’t comply to his wants. His sadness always turning into anger as he had no control of his emotions.
“We’re meant to be!” He growled, feeling his hands start to shake and his shoulders tensing up.
“Go away!” You shouted at him, turning away and about to start running off, but your legs couldn’t handle it and you fell to the floor, your body thudding against the grass. Jeno gasped, his eyes dimming back to brown and all of his anger flooding off of him like he’d been hit by a wave of freezing cold water.
“(Y/N)!” He rushed to you, scooping you up into his arms and holding you to him. You felt a burst of tingles inside of your stomach, his scent flooding your senses and making your pupils dilate. You gripped onto him and nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck like you’d been wanting to since you’d met him the day before. You took in a deep breath, your nose trailing against his skin and you felt the overwhelming urge to sink your teeth into his neck, marking him as yours. All of your previous anger and resistance turning into lust and want. It was what your wolf and instincts wanted, and you couldn’t control it.
“Jeno.” You moaned, licking a stripe up his neck, and nipping at his warm skin. He moaned lowly, dropping down to his knees and laying you on the floor in front of him. His eyes were nearly black from how dilated his pupils had gone, staring down at you like you were a meal he was about to devour. He didn’t know how to control himself, never having felt the need to claim someone as his own. He felt his cock harden the second you licked his neck, then the smell of your arousal hit his nose, he got stiffer, grinding his crotch against your own. “Take me.” You whimpered, tugging the cotton dress up so that your lower half was completely bare in front of him. You knew about how feral wolves could be once they found their mate, but you’d never expected the pull you felt towards him to be as great as what it was. You wanted nothing more than for him to bury himself inside of you and claim you as his. On the other hand, you didn’t want him to touch you because then you’d not be able to leave him, and you’d end up going with him to the castle, which you didn’t want to do. But your wolf senses were beating your human senses. Jeno stared down at your dripping core, his mouth watering at the sight and he felt less human than he’d ever felt before, wanting to completely destroy you but knowing he shouldn’t because he was raised to respect women.
The two of you completely disregarded your hesitance, looking into each other’s eyes as they almost glowed with desire and want. Jeno pushed down his baggy pants, his cock harder than he’d ever witnessed it to be. It was a violent red and looked like it was going to explode with cum at any second. You bit your bottom lip so hard that you got the bitter metallic taste of blood on your tongue as you watched him take his cock in his hand. It looked so big that you wanted to drag your tongue over it and taste him, but you couldn’t push the desire away to have him inside of you, so that would have to wait. Jeno’s human side couldn’t believe how fast this was happening. He’s supposed to be the sophisticated, eloquent Prince of the Kingdom who’s supposed to marry a Princess and rule the Kingdom one day. But instead he’s about to lose his virginity on the dirty floor of the forest to a girl he’s known a day who lives a rogue life.
He pushed his cock into you once the shiver up his spine caused his body to move without his brain working. You let out a loud moan that sounded almost like a howl, your fingers gripping at the ground, your nails digging into the dirt as your back arched up into Jeno’s touch. Jeno’s jaw dropped open, his breath being ripped from his lungs as he gripped your hips tightly. You looked up at Jeno, noticing his eyes were almost black, the lust swimming around behind his dark irises as he started to thrust his cock into you at an almost inhuman speed. You’d never had sex before, but your body was made to take your mates length and your core stretched perfectly to his size. You whimpered as he lowered his body over the top of your own, his lips finding purchase on your neck. You wound your arms around his back, digging your nails into his damp skin and dragging them down, leaving bright red trails behind. He bit your neck suddenly, a scream leaving your lips as you started to roll your hips up into his thrusts. His teeth broke your skin, and he left his mark on your skin, claiming you as his own. You felt like if he pulled away from you at all, you’d die from loneliness. His lips pressed rough kisses to the mark he’d left, tracing his tongue over the mark to heal it.
A rustling coming from between the trees behind your head caused Jeno to stop. He looked up, sniffing at the air, and letting out a low growl, it rumbling from his throat as his eyes scanned the trees. The sound stopped, then sounded again further away as if something was retreating after hearing Jeno’s warning. His eyes quickly flicked to you instead and he leaned in, capturing your lips with his own, pushing his tongue into your mouth and exploring it as his hips started to move again. Your silky walls sucked his cock in, squeezing over him as it felt like he was made for you, it not feeling painful despite it being your first time. He moaned into your mouth, his hips slamming into yours harder as you felt like the universe was inside of you and it was about to explode, a completely unfamiliar feeling washing over you as your orgasm washed through you like a red hot fire. You clung onto Jeno, not wanting to let go of him as hot ropes of cum shot from his cock inside of you, coating your walls as his head fell to the crook of neck. He relaxed on top of you, the bliss of his orgasm and being in your arms was making him feel lightheaded. You tried to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling as you held each other in your arms. His cock softened but he left it inside of you, not being able to let go of you.
“I’ll come back with you.” You whispered against his hair, placing a kiss to your mate’s head as his grip on you tightened. The thought of him going back to his home, the castle, and leaving you behind made your heart tear at the seams. You couldn’t let go of him, and you had a feeling it was something to do with the mark he’d left on your neck.
“Thank you. You’ll be treated like a princess, I promise.” His words echoed around your head as your eyes slowly closed, exhaustion from changing into a human and being so close to your mate causing you to pass out underneath him.
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Living in a palace felt odd. You were completely out of your comfort zone, and it had only been two days. The only thing keeping you from running back to your home in the forest was the tie you felt to Jeno. You knew your wolf would go crazy if you were to leave Jeno behind. It still felt strange living in your human form, but you knew there was no way you could be a wolf inside of the castle grounds. Jeno hadn’t left you alone, and he pretty much always had his hands on you, rubbing your skin affectionately and burying his face in your neck or hair. The night you’d gotten back to the castle, Jeno had taken you to his bedroom. You’d never seen a bedroom before, and Jeno’s was huge, the bed feeling soft against your naked back as Jeno fucked you for hours, the both of you getting a feel for each other’s bodies. You hadn’t spoken much, the majority of your relationship being your physical need for each other. All you knew was he’s the Prince of the Kingdom and first in line for the throne.
You stood in front of a full-length mirror; your hair pulled around your shoulder, so it was out of the way for Jeno to lace up your dress from behind. A maid had tried to lace up your dress, but Jeno had stared at her with eyes that could kill and hastily dismissed her when he realised he couldn’t deal with watching someone else be so close to you. You stared at the baby blue material as it brushed against the floor, the silk shining against the natural light as it flooded into the room from the large window. Jeno’s fingers nimbly laced up your dress, his eyes occasionally darting from the back of your dress to stare at your face in the mirror. He was completely in awe of your beauty, and he couldn’t help but want to drag your body over to the bed behind you both and make you so wet that he could lick up your thighs to bury his tongue in your heat like he really wanted to. His eyes started to glow amber as his lust swam through him. You could smell his arousal and cleared your throat.
“Will your parents like me?” You spoke quietly, fiddling with your hair and looking at Jeno through the mirror. Jeno snapped out of his daydream, tying the material in a bow and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, settling his chin on your shoulder.
“My mother will…My father probably won’t, but don’t worry about it princess.” His voice was quiet like your own, and he smiled, placing a wet kiss to your cheek.
“I’m not a princess yet.” You turned you head, your lips brushing against his plush ones as he let out a gentle laugh.
“You’re my princess.”
“We’ve only known each other for a few days…” You couldn’t help the slight hesitance you felt, everything overwhelming you.
“It doesn’t matter, we were meant for each other. I am a prince, so that means you are my princess.” His words caused you to shudder, and he pressed his lips to your own. You wanted to pull away from his searing kiss, but you couldn’t find it within you to drag your lips from his. His arms tightened around your waist, his tongue pushing into your mouth as his fingers gripped at the material on your body.
“Mmm!” You moaned into his mouth but quickly pulled away. “You’ll rip it!” You pushed his hands away and stepped back, noticing his eyes were glowing amber like they did every time he got aroused. He walked back towards you with the lust swimming in his eyes, his hands reaching out for you, but you backed off. “No, we have to meet your parents!” He didn’t seem to be listening though, as he backed you up to the wall and brought your lips back to his own. His kiss was rough and had your stomach dropping at how it made you felt, his arousal sparking up your own. But someone had to take control and you had a feeling that Jeno couldn’t. “Stop.” You growled against his lips, his own breaking from yours.
“Okay.” He complied easier than you thought he would, his head nodding up and down like a submissive dog. “Let’s go.” He brushed the creases that he’d made out of your dress, laying a gentle kiss on your lips that was a complete contrast to his previous kisses. He took your hand in his and guided you through the palace, greeting random members of staff as you travelled around. He stopped in front of big, oak doors that you assumed his parents were behind. “It’s okay.” He pushed the doors open and his eyes locked immediately on his parents, trying to gauge their reaction from afar and taking a deep breath to calm his own nerves. He could feel your anxiety rolling off of you and it was making him feel sick, the negative emotion admitting off of you making him want you out of the room and to protect you from how you were feeling. You glanced at his parents, your eyes shifting from the evil stare of his father to the soft gaze of his mother. He placed his hand on your lower back and guided you further into the room, following the royal red carpet up towards the solid gold thrones his parents were perched on.
The queen was wearing a beautiful dress, it was a deep emerald green that brought out her natural beauty, her hair flowing in curls down her shoulders, with a golden crown perched on top of her head. She looked kind, but you’d learnt throughout your years that looks could be deceiving. The king on the other hand, looked at you with a stare that could kill. You couldn’t deny that he was handsome. He looked a lot like Jeno, but with signs of aging and his black hair greying underneath his crown.
“What is the meaning of this Jeno?” The king spoke before you’d even finished approaching them. You heard Jeno let out a sigh from beside you, the both of you coming to a stop at the stairs leading up to the thrones. “I do not approve of this.”
“Father please ju-”
“Is she a wolf?”
“How would you kn-”
“Is she a wolf?!” His father’s voice raised in dominance.
“She is…You don’t understand, I can’t control who I love, because of my…condition. You have no choice but to accept it. Besides, I didn’t come here for your approval, I simply came here to introduce the future princess of the kingdom to you. Charia Kingdom will be lucky to have her as a member of the royal family.” Jeno’s voice was strong through his speech to his parents, his confidence in your relationship making your heart flutter. The queen had a smile on her face, and you immediately knew that you wanted to know more about her. Your own mother hadn’t ever been maternal towards you, and as soon as you could fend for yourself, she had left you and your older brother alone in the forest. So you hoped that she could feel the void your mother left.
“Jeno, I will not allow this!” His father’s voice started to raise and his face hardened.
“You have no choice!” Jeno’s voice rose to compete with his father. You could feel the anger radiating off of Jeno and you moved your hand to grip gently at his bicep, wordlessly telling him to calm down.
“I can assure you that I do.” The king’s voice lowered dangerously, and it sent shivers down your spine, your breath catching in your throat as you thought about all of the bad things that man could potentially do to you and your mate. “Don’t make a decision you’ll regret.”
“If anything happens to me, or her, then you won’t have an heir to the throne. That’s right, you’ll let your family bloodline lose the throne. Because you already got rid of one of your sons, didn’t you?” Jeno’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes narrowing at his father. The kings face faltered before he quickly recovered his hard look, it looking harder than ever. “That’s right, I know about what happened with Renjun. You’re the reason I have this curse, so you’re the reason I am marrying a wolf like myself. Get used to it.” He snapped, grabbing your hand and dragging you from the room with long strides, causing you to jog after him so that you could keep up.
“Jeno, calm down.” Your voice was soft, but it fell on deaf ears as Jeno took you through the palace to your shared bedroom. His hand was shaking in your grip, and you could hear his heart pounding in his chest. You smelt the odd smell of arousal, your eyes widening at how he was horny in a moment like this. “Jeno!” He pushed you into the bedroom, slamming the wooden door shut so hard that it almost came off of its hinges, the wood shaking against the frame. He forced you up against the wall, and you knew if you were average like a human, he probably would have broken your back from how hard he shoved you. You let out a whimper which fell into his mouth as his lips smashed to your own. His teeth bit at your bottom lip, tugging at it before sucking it into his mouth. His hands sat on your waist as your hands came to rest on his shoulders, feeling the tension of his anger underneath your fingertips. The kiss was filthy and left you almost dripping down your thighs, your legs almost quivering at the need to feel his cock inside of you, filling you up perfectly how he had been since you’d met.
“You’re dripping for me already aren’t you baby girl?” He growled into your mouth, his fingertips gripping at your silk dress so tightly that the material ripped underneath his hold. You felt dizzy under his hold, his ministrations causing your hormones to rage around your body like a blazing fire. The fogginess of your head meant you’d missed when he lifted your body and threw you onto the bed like a ragdoll. He stood at the end of the bed, staring down at you with glowing amber eyes, his chest rising and falling fast as he tried to catch his breath, your scent making his head stir to the point where he couldn’t even think straight. You stared at him, feeling like prey underneath his flaming eyes. Crawling up the bed on his hands and knees had your legs automatically spreading, his body caging you against the bed as his lips came in contact with your chest. He’d tore your dress from your body, but you still had on your corset and panties.
“Jeno.” You moaned, his teeth nipping at the skin of your breasts as they bulged from the tightness of the corset.
“You smell so good, turn over.” Even though he instructed you to turn over, he didn’t give you a chance to, as he flipped you over and made quick work of the silk holding your corset together. His fingers were shaking so much from his eagerness to buried inside of you that he let out a dangerous growl, forgetting about untying the rest of your corset, pushing your body into mattress and shredding the material of your panties to get access to your soaking pussy. Your face smashed into the soft pillows, your hands laying against the mattress as you pushed your ass back into Jeno’s crotch. Jeno rid himself of his clothes, throwing them to the floor as if they were nothing but cheap rags as he buried his cock inside of you fast. He was in a complete trance of sex and need. You still had your corset on, but Jeno decided it didn’t matter anymore now that he had you where he needed you.
“Jeno,” You felt like the corset was constricting your body like one of the lethal snakes you’d came in contact with many of times throughout your life in the forest. Jeno was thrusting his hips at a fast pace, his cock hitting your insides at the perfect angle and making your eyes roll into the back of your head from the euphoric feeling bursting throughout your nervous system. “take it off of me!” You still weren’t used to wearing clothes, and it was the first time you’d ever experienced something as uncomfortable as a corset. You didn’t understand why women would want to wear something so horrid just to get a specific shape to their body. Humans really did confuse you. When he made no effort to pull the corset off of you, you felt yourself start to freak out. “GET IT OFF OF ME!” You screamed, pushing back against Jeno, and letting out another moan from his cock working wonders inside of you. He stopped thrusting when the scent of fright wafted through his air and infiltrated his senses.
“Okay, calm down my love.” He pulled your body from his own, gently pushing you back to be pressed against the bed as his used his strength to rip the silk holding the corset together, his biceps bulging. He plucked the corset out from underneath your chest and tossed it to the floor. “You’re okay, I wouldn’t let anything ever hurt you. It’s just material.” He understood why you freaked out. Whenever he was in his wolf form in the forest, he felt like the rural areas of the kingdom didn’t exist, and he became accustomed to forest life, so he empathised with how you were trying to adjust. You’d lived in the forest your entire lift and knew nothing else, so Jeno could understand why you would freak out over something as small as a piece of material too tight around your chest. You let out a sigh of relief and melted into his hold, his lips pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as his hips rolled into yours in a slower pace. You pushed back into his thrusts, your eyes drifting shut as his pace picked up again, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your sopping walls sucking him in perfectly, echoing around the room and making the heat of the room rise.
“Jenoooo.” You whined as he wrapped his arms around your body, lifting you to be pressed against his strong chest as cock hit new angles inside of you. You gripped onto his hands with yours, your nails digging into his skin so hard that blood trickled down onto the sheets underneath you. Jeno reacted by burying his face into your neck, breathing in your scent, and licking his hot tongue over the permanent mark he’d made on your neck the day you first made love.
“Mine.” He growled, and when his teeth nipped at his claiming mark, your orgasm washed over you with such a euphoric feeling that your body shuddered in his tight hold. Lightning struck behind your eyelids as you bathed in the bliss of the feeling of Jeno’s affection. You felt so sleepy from your high that you went limp in his hold, your head lolling back onto his shoulder as he tensed up. “Going to fill you up.”” His teeth nipped at your earlobe as his voice grumbled lowly, his words causing a small whimper to leave your lips at the thought of his seed spilling inside of you. “You’ll look so fucking beautiful when you’re carrying my baby, the future king or queen of this kingdom.” You knew he didn’t mean his words, well at least not at the moment. It was well known that wolves had a keen need to mate with each other, especially when it was nearing a full moon, the need to continue on with the wolf bloodline and nurture your own babies was so overwhelming sometimes that you could cry from the want of being a mother. But other times you could gag at the sight of children, them being your worst nightmare. Jeno had expressed his want for children only a handful of the times that you’d been intimate, but had made sure to tell you when his head wasn’t swimming with lust that he was happy to wait until you were officially married to start making babies. It was lucky that you were only fertile a handful of days every other month, the wolf breeding different to humans and other species, and you hadn’t experienced any of those days since having met Jeno, so you knew you were in the all clear of pregnancy.
The two of you fell flat on the bed, his breath ghosting over your neck as he panted to catch his breath. He let out a soft laugh and circled his hips into yours once more, eliciting a little mewl from your parted lips and a smile to tug on your lips. He stayed inside of you as he rearranged you both so that you were laying on top of him, your head buried in his chest as your nails scratched lightly at his skin.
“My little princess caused some damage.” Jeno held his wounded hand up to assess the damage that you’d done. It was only weeping with blood now because wolves tended to heal slightly faster than humans. You stared at it and then flicked your eyes back to his own adoring eyes.
“I can cause more damage than that if you get on the wrong side of me.” Jeno let out a loud laugh at your words, his hand coming down to lay on your lower back, the stir of affection pooling inside of you as you stared at his angelic features. His lips were a vibrant red from the abuse your lips had inflicted on them, his hair messy and cheeks tinged pink, the afterglow of sex looking divine on him.
“Get some sleep.” He whispered, his hand trailing with a featherlight touch up your back to play with your hair. You relaxed in his hold, feeling incredibly tired and needing to shut down. “Please don’t worry about anything that happened today with my father, you know you have my protection and forever my love. Rest well my angel.” His soothing voice was enough to have you passed out within minutes.
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It was a few days later, early in the morning when the sun had hardly begun to make it’s ascent in the sky when Jeno woke up, sensing something was wrong. The heaviness he should have felt of you tucked up against his chest was missing, making him alert with panic striking through his veins. He gulped, his chest starting to rise and fall fast as his senses heighted, his palms sweating and his throat feeling like it was closing up. It felt like his head was being held underneath water as his hearing and sight started to blur, his own voice echoing around his head as he sprung up. He grabbed the nearest clothes he could find, throwing on the loose baby blue shirt and black trousers as his legs carried him out of his room. He paused, taking in a deep breath to try and pinpoint your scent, his lungs feeling like they were burning from the weak scent of your body that he could pick up.
“(Y/N)!!!” He bellowed through the echoing halls of the palace, his legs carrying him as fast they possibly could. People started to emerge from the rooms, concerned expressions marred on their faces as they watched the prince stumble down the hall, his body slick with sweat and his skin pale.
“Jeno!” Once Jeno heard the familiar voice of the castle’s wizard, Mark, he turned towards the source of the voice. “Jeno what’s going on?!” He grabbed Jeno as he about to run past him, stopping the panicked prince and holding him firmly by the shoulders.
“I-I don’t know where (Y/N) is.” He stuttered out, gulping down the lump in his throat to allow the air to flow through to his wheezing lungs.
“We’ll find her! Calm down, you know it’s not good for you to get worked up.” He didn’t want to verbally remind Jeno of the time he’d injured Mark’s significant other from getting worked up, but Jeno got the hint. “Can you track her scent?” Jeno nodded, the heat in his body making him lightheaded.
“It’s weak.”
“Track her.” Mark urged him, giving him a gentle push forward. Jeno gulped down his emotions, trying to get your taste on his tongue as he looked at his surroundings. He felt the burning inside of him before he could stop it, and his body suddenly erupted into his wolf form. He sniffed the air, your scent completely overtaking his head and causing his legs to take off before he could even think about it. It was as if he could see your scent, the only colour through his black and white vision sitting above the floor like a vibrant mist. His journey took him through the castle grounds, all the way to the gate. Jisung saw Jeno approaching and had opened the gate, letting Jeno run through as fast as he could. He could feel his heart in his chest, the adrenaline pumping through him like a spark on a trail of gunpowder. Your scent got stronger. He knew he was getting close. But seeing your body hidden behind a pile of barrels on the outskirts of the forest had him changing into a human faster than he ever had. You were peeking over a barrel, staring at the town folk as they went about their normal business. He didn’t care that he was barer than the day he was born as he ran up behind you and pulled your body against his own, your back hitting his chest so hard you let out a grunt.
“I thought you were gone.” He whispered into your neck, his lips scaling over your skin as his hands ran over your body, checking for any injuries. “Never do that again.” He held onto you tightly, relishing in your body heat and scent. You relaxed into his touch, your eyes never leaving the scene in front of you though. Jeno sighed, looking up and following your gaze. “What are you looking at?”
“My brother.” You mumbled, pointing at the tall man stood with a petite lady that had a child sat on her hip. Jeno’s eyes followed your finger and his grip softened on you. “I want to go home.” You turned in his hold, burying your head into his chest and letting out a soft sigh.
“Okay baby.” The trip back to the castle was slow. You both phased into your wolf forms and took a slow run home. It still felt strange for you to call the palace your home, but you knew you had to look to the future and stop dwelling on the past. When you got back into the castle grounds the both of you changed back into your human forms and were met by Mark, who gave you clothes to change into. After you were both dressed, Jeno took your hand into his tightly and directed you back to your shared bedroom, sitting you on the bed and taking his place beside you.
Silences ensued between you both for a few minutes, Jeno waiting for you to speak up first, but you just stared at your hand linked with his own. His hand was considerably larger than your own and fit perfectly in yours. You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before starting to tell him your story. “My mother left me and my brother when we were young. It was just the two of us alone in the forest until we took a trip to the town. He met a girl, fell in love, and told me that he was going to live his life as a human. He left me alone and today was the first time I’d seen him since he left five years ago.” Your eyes drifted up Jeno’s arm to eventually settle on his face. He was staring at your hands until he noticed that you had started looking at his face. He stared you straight in the eye and gave you a sad smile. “I couldn’t help myself. Now that I live as a human most of the time, I knew I had to see him.”
“You traced his scent?” Jeno asked even though he knew the answer already. You nodded, confirming his suspicions. “You remembered his scent five years later?”
“He’s my only family Jeno, of course I remembered it.” You leaned in, laying your head against his shoulder which took him slightly by surprise. It was often him who had to initiate all displays of affection between the two of you, as you sometimes felt strange putting all of your love into him.
“I’m your family.”
“You’re my mate, there’s a difference.”
“We’ll make our own family.” Jeno moved you around so that his lips were pressed to your neck, his mouth parted and his tongue darting out to trail around in circles on your skin.
“Jeno you never told me your story.” You felt his hand land on your thigh, his fingers slowly massaging at your skin as his tongue pressed harder to your neck.
“You smell so good.” He clearly wasn’t listening, letting his hormones take over his brain to fog up his subconsciousness.
“Jeno.” You said sternly, ignoring the fire that he was causing to ignite in your stomach from the strong scent of hormones he was emitting. He growled into your neck before drawing away from you, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his eyes scanned your bedroom.
“My father fucked the witch, had Renjun as an illegitimate child that he hid from everyone, until Renjun’s mother told him, Renjun then confronted the king and the king had his mother killed, and then he tried to attack my father. Long story short, I got in the way and ended up being cursed as a wolf until I die. My father had a bounty put on Renjun’s head after Renjun ran away, and you saw me find out about the truth on the day that we met. Any questions?” He licked his bottom lip as he turned his head to stare at you. You gulped as you took in the information, your eyes wide at the drama that had gone on in the castle whilst you were living your life in the forest. It suddenly occurred to you that if Jeno hadn’t been cursed, then he would never have wolf instincts and you wouldn’t have been mates, so in a way you were glad that it had happened, even if you felt horrible selfish for feeling that way.
“Do you regret that it happened?” You leaned in, placing a timid kiss to his parted lips.
“No, it brought me to you…can I put my babies in you now?” He almost growled, dipping his head and running his tongue up your neck, his hormones and wolf instincts fogging up his head so much that he couldn’t supress his need for you. You knew that he didn’t mean his words, but the impending full moon had a huge influence on his instincts, and his head wasn’t thinking before his mouth was talking. You knew that it would be down to you to stop the baby making happening, because males suffer from the influence of the moon worse than females do. You took a deep breath, trying desperately not to succumb to his pleas, but before you could answer, the door swung open and hit the wall. You both glanced up fast, and you could feel the anger and annoyance radiating off of Jeno as he looked to see who had interrupted you.
“Prince Je-” Mark started; his eyes wide as Jeno cut him off with an annoyed bark.
“What?!”
“The King wants you. Now.” Mark’s face looked pale, and his eyes were wide, like he was afraid of something. You tilted your head, furrowing your eyebrows and looking to Jeno.
“Stay here.” He wasn’t asking you; he was telling you, and you didn’t want to piss him off when he was already on edge from the moon.
“He wants to see you both.” Mark gave you a lopsided smile almost as if he was silently apologising. Jeno visibly tensed, his nostrils flaring and his jaw clenching as he tried to suppress his anger.
“Fine.” He gently took your hand, a complete juxtaposition to how his actual mood was, and held onto it tightly as Mark lead you both through the castle halls. You noticed that Mark had his wand in his hand, which caused your head to tilt in confusion. In the whole time you’d been at the castle, you hadn’t once seen Mark use his wand or even have it in his hand as if he was ready to use it, and you’d seen Mark nearly every day of the short amount of time you’d been living there. You narrowed your eyes and stopped dead, feeling Jeno gently tug on your arm as he also stopped, glancing at you in concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Something’s not right.” You had a bad feeling in your gut, and you gulped, trying to fight the inner urge to run and leave the castle. You smelt something suddenly and quickly turned around as if whatever it was were behind you. You glanced around and felt the air leave your lungs in shock as you realised the smell. It was a smell you’d smelt many times in the forest, and it sent shivers down your spine, now it made sense as to why you couldn’t see anything. “There’s a demon in the castle…I can smell it.” Your words had Jeno’s eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he sniffed the air. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head, pulling you firmly. Demons were one of the only creatures of the night that shook you to the core. You knew how dangerous they could be, and even being in the vicinity of one was making you cling onto your mate.
“There isn’t, come on.” You highly doubted Jeno even knew what a demon smelt like, but you weren’t about to argue with him, especially as his grip on your hand became a lot tighter, signalling that even you were starting to irritate him. You both walked after Mark, your heart thudding so hard in your chest you felt like it was going to burst out. Walking into the grand hall, the first thing you noticed was that the King and Queen were perched on their thrones, opposite of the large double wooden doors that you were entering through. The next thing you noticed was that Mark didn’t enter the room, instead he stayed by the door and motioned for you and Jeno to approach his mother and father. Then you took note of all of the knights that lined the outer side of the room, making a makeshift walkway for you both like you were walking up the aisle on your wedding day. Even if Jeno noticed the panic and anxiety radiating off of you, he made no effort to mention it or acknowledgement.
“Nice of you to join us, son.” The King spoke in a sickly-sweet tone putting emphasis on his last word, his lips curling up into a smile that had your stomach swirling. Jeno let go of your hand once you reached the stairs leading up to the thrones, and you reached out to take his hand again but one daring look from the King told you not to.
“What do you want?” Jeno clearly didn’t care to uphold formalities, his tone coming out brash and demanding, like he wasn’t talking to his King. Also he had been interrupted during a time that he didn’t wish to be interrupted, and his excess of hormones flooding throughout his body didn’t make anything easier. The King simply chuckled, nodding his head towards someone out of your line of sight. At the King’s silent request, you felt someone grabbing you from behind, two pairs of hands taking one arm each and holding you tightly. Jeno reacted immediately, about to tear their hands off for touching his mate when he was grabbed himself and forced to kneel on the carpets.
“What are you doing?! Let her go!!!” He roared, his voice echoing through the hall like he was the only person occupying the room. You struggled against their hands, desperately looking to Jeno as they pushed you hard onto your knees. You wanted to change into your wolf form, at least that way you at least stood a chance, but before you could the King piped up.
“If either of you change into your mutt forms. I’ll have all of my men behead her in front of you.”
“Father! Please don’t do this!” Jeno resorted to pleading, his entire body starting to quiver in fear and repressed power. He was trying so hard not to change, he always struggled with his emotions causing his body to react before his brain could, but your life was on the line.
“I told you not to make a decision you’d regret.” The King stood up but made no effort to move from his spot. “Now’s your last chance Jeno. Make it quick.”
“I choose her! I don’t care if you disown me and kick me out. I’d rather that than lose her.” Jeno glanced at you, his eyes glistening as they glowed amber, his inner wolf ready to burst out. Your bottom lip wobbled as you held back tears, seeing your mate in distress was causing you distress, and you felt touched that he chose you over everything he’d ever known. You’d only known him for just over two weeks, yet he was choosing you because his instincts wouldn’t let him live if he chose otherwise.
“Who said anything about disowning you or kicking you out? No no my sweet boy.” The King laughed sinisterly, his smirk growing as he stared down at his son. “I wouldn’t do that to you, you’re my son!” He turned his head towards the guards holding you and nodded his head once more, his face falling into one of no emotion. “Kill her.”
“NO!” Jeno couldn’t hold it in any longer, and his body ripped into his enormous wolf form that had the knights holding onto him flying across the floor from the power. He let out a loud growl as he turned towards you, but by the time he had his eyes on you, one of the guards had their dagger to your throat. The cold blade pressed so tightly against your neck that you felt hot blood trickle down your chest, but it didn’t hurt, you had too much adrenaline rushing through you. As Jeno’s eyes focused on the scarlet liquid running down your throat, he swore to himself he would rip anyone to shreds that hurt you. All the surrounding knights drew their swords and pointed them towards you and Jeno, circling you like a pack of hungry wolfs about to devour a deer, only you never thought you’d be the deer of the situation. Your body was shaking, terror quaking your soul when you realised this could be the end. All because fate made the Prince of the Kingdom your mate.
Everything went silent and still as an emerald green light flew through the hall, it light up the room like a fire and hit a group of knights with such a hard impact that it sent them flying into the opposing wall. You couldn’t see what was going on, as you were being held so tightly, but you heard shouting and saw many more sparks in an array of colours flying through the air. Suddenly you were thrown to the floor, your body hitting the cold tiles hard, but it didn’t stop you from jumping up and taking a stance beside Jeno. You looked over towards the door where the sparks were coming from and you saw Mark holding his wand out with Renjun beside him, and Jisung on his other side. Renjun had his wand drawn, and Jisung’s eyes were glowing golden. Jeno had informed you before that Jisung was a dragon, but you had yet to see his other form, you’d heard stories about dragons and wondered if he could even fit in the grand hall in his dragon form. You soon found out, as Jisung’s body was swallowed up in flames and in his place grew a dragon that nearly touched the untouchably high ceiling. He used his tail and swiped at many knights, knocking them all to the floor hard enough that they didn’t get back up again. The other knights didn’t last long, as Renjun and Mark took most of them out, and Jeno lunged at the ones who had been holding onto you. You turned your head away, but the sounds of their bloodcurdling screams didn’t last long once Jeno had gotten his teeth into their necks.
Mark and Renjun rushed to you both, leaving Jisung in the entrance of the room to stop anyone else from entering. The King’s eyes went as wide as a full moon, his mouth opening and parting in shock at the sight of his runaway bastard, he also knew that he had no one to protect him now that all of his knights were either unconscious or dead.
“R-Renjun?” The King stuttered out, his fists clenching tightly as he looked at you all.
“Hello Father, did you miss me?” Renjun smirked, gripping his wand tighter as the thought of revenge for the death of his mother played on his mind. The King’s jaw tightened, and his eyes darted to the boy stood beside Renjun.
“Mark, how could you betray me like this?! You will be hung for this, after I hang your little bitch of a maid first.” He sneered, still thinking he had the right to throw his orders around despite being outnumbered.
“I was never hired to help you. My specific orders were to make sure your son was safe. I’m just doing as I’m told your highness.” Mark deadpanned, unaffected by the threat of being hanged. You looked over at Jeno, seeing how the fur on his back was rising as he growled. Without any more being said, he took off, running at his father with his teeth bared. But he suddenly stopped dead. The King had withdrawn a knife, and had the Queen in his arms, the shining blade pressed against her throat.
“One more move Jeno and your mother’s blood will be spilling on the floor.” The King said lowly with so much threat in his voice that it sent shivers down your spine. Jeno whimpered, his undying love for his mother ceasing all of his plans to kill his father. She looked panicked in his hold, her hands gripping tightly at his arm as large tears rolled down her pink cheeks. You would never have expected the King to turn on his own wife, but the evil glint in his eye proved to you that he had completely lost his mind, mad with power at his sons’ defiance. The King was too busy staring his son in the eye that he didn’t notice Renjun raise his wand. The spell hit the King in face, the magic black as night and not giving the King any chance to dodge it. The knife fell to the floor with an echoing clang, the Queen breaking free of her husband’s hold and running down the stairs to her son’s side. The King staggered back, his hands coming to his throat as he struggled to breathe, his mouth gasping for breath until his face turned purple, which quickly turned to an icy blue, just before he collapsed to his knees, and fell face fire onto the floor, lifeless.
Renjun had gotten his revenge, and he couldn’t stop the smirk that tugged at his lips as he saw the man who took his mother’s life away, dead on the floor in front of his own throne.
“Jeno!” You rushed to him as his body shrank back into his human form. His body sweating and his skin looking paler than you’d ever seen as he stared at the body of his father. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your head into his neck, hoping that your scent would calm him down, which it did, and he visibly relaxed in your hold.
“Baby…” He whispered, burrowing his nose in your hair, and inhaling your scent, thanking all the gods that ever lived that he wasn’t holding your lifeless body. He held you tightly, his chest rising and falling fast as he tried to catch his breath. You were still in mild shock at what had happened, and your neck was starting to hurt from the minor cut you had received, but it wasn’t bleeding anymore thankfully. Once Jeno had ran his hands all over your body to check for anymore injuries and had declared you safe, he turned his head to Mark and Renjun, also noticing that Jisung had changed back into his human form, covering himself up with Mark’s cloak that he’d passed to him clearly to keep his pride intact. “Renjun, how did you…?” He couldn’t find the words, but Renjun knew what he was implying.
“Mark has known where I’ve been since he started working here. He came to me and told me that you were in danger…I didn’t even think about it, I had to be here for you.” Jeno felt his eyes brimming with tears, the lump in his throat almost choking him as he stared at his brother. He no longer cared that he’d cursed him for life, because it brought him to you, and because in the end, Renjun, the person he’d grown up besides, was his brother, and he knew he should be happy about it. He then looked at Mark and raised an eyebrow, silently asking the question that was playing on your mind too.
“I had heard from someone that the King was planning on killing (Y/N), I knew I couldn’t take him down on my own, and you’re a big bundle of fur and emotions so you couldn’t do it alone,” He ignored the scowl that Jeno gave him as he said that. “So I got Renjun, however…I didn’t think it would escalate this much.” Jeno gulped and smiled, grateful that he had people who would put their own lives at risk for his life and his happiness.
“What about Jisung? Why is he here?” The Queen asked quietly, not happy that they brought the young boy into something that would surely turn into a fight, her maternal instincts flaring over the boy who wasn’t even her own son.
“I heard Mark talking to his girlfriend about it and there was no way I was being left out!” He grinned from ear to ear, clearly excited about the whole thing.
“Mother, did you know that father was planning this?” Jeno stayed sitting on the floor so that his mother didn’t see his private parts, he still wanted to keep his modesty. You clung onto him tightly, your hand rubbing his arm slowly to keep his emotions stable. The Queen shook her head with wide eyes, gasping at the question.
“Of course I didn’t, if I had then I would have warned you to run away. Nothing I could have said to him would have changed his mind, but at least I could have potentially saved your lives.” She took off her own cloak and handed it to Jeno, letting him lay it over his lap to hide himself better.
“Jeno.” Mark called out, gaining everyone’s attention as he walked past everyone over to the King’s body, picking up the golden crown from the floor by his head. “You know that this makes you the King, don’t you?” Jeno hadn’t even thought of that, and his mouth popped open in shock. Then it dawned on him, and he shook his head quickly.
“No. Renjun is the Kings son too, and he’s older than me. That crown belongs to him.” You could feel Jeno’s muscles tensing underneath your palms, indicating that he was getting uncomfortable. You weren’t sure how royalty worked, so you had no idea if what Jeno was saying was correct or not.
“But I’m a bastard Jeno, the Queen isn’t my mother…you have more of a claim to the throne than me.” Renjun’s eyes widened as he stared at the crown.
“You killed him, it’s yours.” Jeno argued softly, shaking his head as he glanced down at your delicate hands on his skin, letting his head hang. Renjun walked up to Mark, taking the crown from him, and inspecting it in his hands. He shook his head, walking up to Jeno and placing it on his younger brother’s head with a smile.
“You always wanted it, it’s yours Jeno.” He placed his hand on Jeno’s shoulder and patted it gently. Jeno looked up with wide, innocent eyes brimming with tears. You could see how much Jeno wanted that crown, and you had no idea that he was that desperate for it until that moment. “I always thought that King Jeno sounded a lot better than Prince Jeno anyway.”
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A week later Jeno was coronated as King. The entire Kingdom rejoiced that the cruel King was dead and replaced with his son. The Queen had decided to stay in the castle, but she gave up her title as Queen to live a peaceful life, now ready to enjoy watching her son rule the Kingdom. Jeno had introduced you to the Kingdom as his Queen, but you weren’t officially the Queen until you married him, but neither of you cared for that yet, and that didn’t stop Jeno from putting the Queen’s crown on your head. The full moon came and went fast, and both of you had recovered from it with ease. Jeno had fucked you in your bedroom until the sun came up to release the pent-up instincts lingering inside you both, keeping you both away from the moonlight in an attempt to stop your bodies changing. It felt strange not going on a run in your wolf form during the full moon, but you’d both agreed to do that on the full moon after, since this was your first one as mates so you couldn’t take your hands off of each other.
Renjun had returned to the castle with his girlfriend, the bounty over his head completely abolished so he could live safely and peacefully in the castle where he was raised. Jeno had appointed him as his right-hand man, letting Mark keep his position as the castle’s wizard. It couldn’t hurt to have two wizards on hand, and Jeno was more than happy that he’d let go of his past anger towards Renjun and was instead loving having a big brother. The past four months had gone by like a dream, and you were still in mild shock at how much your life had changed just from protecting strangers in the forest from the man you now cuddled up to every night in bed.
As you stood on one of the castles balconies staring out at the setting sun as it shone across the Kingdom, you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift towards the forest to the side of the Kingdom, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you watched the shadows dance around amongst the trees. You sensed Jeno approaching you from behind before you felt him. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind silently, and he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck before settling his chin on your shoulder, staring out at his Kingdom with his love in his arms. You felt comfortable, like nothing could harm you when you were wrapped in his strong embrace.
“Do you want to go on a run tonight?” He spoke quietly in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe playfully and giving you a tender squeeze. You giggled and leaned your head back against him, humming in contentment.
“Can we stay here?” You lifted your head up when he made a strange noise in confusion, his eyes widening at your request.
“But you love going on runs?” He couldn’t quite understand why you’d choose staying in the confinements of the castle over running free and stretching your legs in your wolf form.
“I can’t change forms Jeno. Not for a while.” You whispered, slowly taking his hands from around you and instead placing them both on your flat abdomen. Jeno’s eyebrows knitted together as he thought over the reasons why wolfs can’t change forms. But the only one that poked out amongst the options was one that had the wolf inside of him yearning for you and causing his face to nuzzle into your neck more.
“How long have you known?” He rubbed his hands against your stomach gently, the pride inside of him making him feel like he was on top of the world at finding out about the baby he’d gifted you both with. He had noticed that your scent had changed recently, but he hadn’t thought much of it, as he didn’t know what a pregnant wolf would smell like.
“Not long, I assume it happened on the last full moon…I know this is a lot faster than we planned but it’s only natural for us to move fast, it isn’t about what our minds want-”
“It’s about what our hearts want.” Jeno cut you off and took the words right out of your mouth. You smiled and melted into his hold. “It’s also hard to control your urges, I’ve found it a lot harder to resist things since living like this.”
“I wouldn’t know any different.” You giggled, staring out at the courtyard of the castle.
“I much pr-” Jeno started talking but you cut him off quickly, gasping loudly and pointing out at one of the wooden doors that lead to the inside of the castle.
“There!” Jeno was on high alert now, his eyes following to where you were pointing, but he couldn’t see anything.
“What is it?” You started to shiver in his hold, your hand trembling as you gently pulled it in against your chest with your heart racing faster than it does when you go running in your wolf form. You continued to stare at the door as it swung open once more, before closing again, but there was no one opening and closing it. Jeno then noticed the door moving with no one making it move, his breath hitching in his throat as he dared to speak. “How is the door doing that on its own?”
“It’s not doing it on its own…” You whispered, dragging your eyes away to turn around and look Jeno in the eye.
“But…what could be doing that then without us being able to see it?” He frowned in confusion; worry littered across his face as he stared down at your own worried expression. You took a deep breath, knowing you were right all along about what you’d smelt on the day the King died.
“A demon.”
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 (Wow it’s been so long since I posted Renjun’s part so sorry about that! Anyway I hope this isn’t flop city like the other two parts lol. I hope you enjoyed it and I’m so sorry about how fast paced this was and how much smut there was, but it’s vital to the story! Love you, thanks for reading and as per usual, feedback is wanted! If you reblog this pleeeease write your thoughts in the tags, as I check every reblog and get sad when I see no taggies. Also let me know if you spotted the hint in this story about the next story ;) Thanks!)
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Summer of Whump Day 10 [Camping/Trapped]
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 Omega shifted on her pile of blankets, trying to get comfortable. Pillow’s quiet snores were all she heard as she stared tiredly into the darkness. Her salamander friend hadn’t stopped growing, and he was beginning to take up quite a bit of space. He was more of a “Bed” than a Pillow at this point. His large tail swung around as he dreamed, the appendage catching her in the side. She let out a quiet cough, pushing the heavy tail off of herself. Enough was enough. She obviously wasn’t going to be getting any sleep like this.
 Grabbing her favourite datapad, she jumped down onto the floor, not worrying about the slight noise that came as a result. Almost everyone was out gathering needed supplies, leaving Wrecker as her sole guardian for the night. Wrecker was, as usual, trying to sleep off his headache. Omega wandered throughout the ship, eventually deciding to curl up in the pilot’s seat to read. The seat dwarfed her, and it still amazed her that, someday, it wouldn’t seem so big.
 The datapad’s gentle glow was soothing, but the story it held wasn’t all that long. It was a children’s story about a little Porg that was different from his other siblings. She loved this story, because at the end the little Porg found a family that loved him, even if he looked different. After she’d reread it a few times, Omega set the datapad down and stared out of the windshield. The night brought a sense of calm to the planet they had been staying on for the past week, and as much as she loved the energetic hustle and bustle of the marketplace during the day, a break was always nice.
 Her eyes widened as she spotted something that she’d never seen before. A blink of light appeared before her, just outside the protection of the windshield. They glowed for a moment, then faded, then appeared again. Omega sits there, watching the lights in wonderment. Then, one lands on the glass, and she sees that it’s a bug that’s glowing.
 “Whoa.” Omega breathes.
 She wants to see the fascinating bugs up close, so she opened the Havoc Marauder’s door and steps out into the warm night air. She walked around to the front of the ship, staring in delight as the blinking insects flit around her. One lands on Omega’s nose, blinking every few seconds.
 The young girl giggled, the light shining in her large brown eyes. The insect slowly lifted off, its tiny wings buzzing slightly. Omega followed after it, wanting to see where the little bug was going.
   The glowing animal led her beyond the ship, and more and more bugs joined them as they neared an open field. Nocturnal flowers bloomed under the combined glow of three moons, and unseen animals chirped in the trees. Omega ran her hand along the tall, soft grass, feeling the dew that had formed. A frog jumped out of the grass, its bulbous throat expanding as it croaked. Omega, who had only ever seen the animal in datapads, crouched down and stared in awe at the smooth amphibian. The frog croaked again, hopping into the grass again. She followed it, hopping as it had. She giggled as she jumped up and down, her head popping up above the grass every few seconds.
 Suddenly, her foot slipped, and Omega yelped as she began to tumble downwards. Rocks and roots scratched up her skin, and to top it all off, she hit something hard once she reached the bottom of whatever ditch she’d fallen into. Coughing, she rolled onto her side, wincing when she felt her shoulder scream in protest. Biting her lip, she used her legs to maneuver herself into a sitting position. Now that she was no longer face down in the dirt, she blinked, taking in her surroundings. Within seconds, she spotted something white laying in the dirt. Confused, she peered at it, leaning forward. It looked like…
 She gasped, scrambling back.
 That was clone trooper armor.
 Panicked, she pressed herself against the side of the ditch. She tried to get to her feet, but a sharp pain in her lower back had her sliding back down. Her breaths came in shallow pants as she curled up into a ball, hoping beyond hope that her lack of movement might save her life.
 A long, tense moment passed, but the clone trooper showed no sign of movement. Afraid, but curious now, Omega crept forward, her body shivering in pain as she moved. Now that she was closer, she could see that, like the armor of the Bad Batch, there were stripes of colour on this clone’s armor. Lines of blue decorated the scuffed white suit, and she found herself reaching out  to touch them. The paint was chipped in some areas, and she could feel scratches in the armor. Whoever this was, they’d been around for a while.
 She paused for a moment, trying to sense with the Force what exactly she was dealing with here. No buzz of danger had appeared, and she actually felt a pleasant, warm feeling in her chest. This person, it seemed, was not unknown to the Force, and it seemed to like him. Deciding to take the risk, she used her good arm to remove the clone’s helmet. She needed to find out why he had collapsed here, and to check if he was even alive. Breathing could be hard to see under plastoid.
 She was surprised to see that the man’s hair was blonde like hers, and she wondered what gene had been modified in the two of them to give them both the unique hair colour. Placing the helmet aside with care, she saw a small prick of dried blood on the clone’s neck. Had he been shot with something?
 Omega pressed two fingers to the man’s throat, holding her breath as she waited. There was a good chance that she was touching a corpse right now, and that idea didn’t sit right with her.
 Lub dub… lub dub…
 Oh good. Not touching a corpse.
 Exhaling in relief, Omega sat back down, hissing as the pain in her lower back started up again. As much as she liked the high level of movement her normal clothes gave her, perhaps she should start looking into ways of making herself a suit of armor. With all the trouble she got into, it might be worth the effort.
 The nighttime animals sung all around her, and despite her less than awesome situation, she smiled. She wasn’t alone, and she wasn’t in total silence, two things she was very grateful for, even if her company was a stranger who could, at any given time, wake up and decide to kill her.
 Actually, maybe she should take his blaster.
 Just as she started to reach over, a sound made her freeze. Something had just stepped on a stick.
 Moving into a crouch, Omega peered upwards towards the ditch’s ridge. The tall grass swayed, obscuring her sight. She kept staring, sure that she had heard something. However, when nothing appeared, she looked away, easing herself back down into a sitting position, rubbing at her sore shoulder. Distracted by her pain, she failed to notice the growing buzz at the back of her mind. Until, of course, it became a screaming alarm bell that was yelling “LOOK OUT, MORON!”
 Omega’s head snapped up as a snarl shattered the night’s calm existence. She flinched back as a lithe figure leapt down into the ditch. It looked like a long Loth Cat, bigger in size and sporting a thin, spine-covered tail. The animal stared at Omega, it’s large, silver eyes making her tense up in fear. It considered her for a moment, then turned towards the downed clone. It opened its mouth, saliva dripping down its fangs.
 “Oh no you don’t. You’re not eating him!” Omega yelled, grabbing a nearby rock and throwing it at the cat. The feline hissed, jumping back. It growled at Omega, its tail flicking back and forth.
 The command to get back passed through her head, and she listened to the instinct. Her body made its displeasure known as she threw herself away from the animal, landing on her back as a spray of quills embedded themselves into the dirt. The pain stunned her for only a moment, but it was for longer than she could afford. A weight appeared on her chest, pressing down on her collarbone. Curved claws pricked her skin, causing beads of blood to seep into her shirt.
 Omega yelped, trying to kick the cat off with her good leg, but the animal simply scratched the limb with a hind paw, slicing the skin of her knee open. Tears pricked at her eyes as adrenaline kicked in, her body going into panic mode. Her brain shoved the memory of one of Hunter’s lessons into her immediate thoughts, and she swung her fist up towards the cat’s face, trying to catch it in the eye. She managed to land a hit, and the animal screeched in pain. Its head jerked back, and she punched it again, this time in the throat.
 The large feline fell back, allowing a bleeding Omega to put some distance in between them. Her body shook as she tried to figure out what to do. She didn’t have much time; the animal was already rolling back onto its paws. She reached out, trying to connect with the Force. If she really did have a connection with it, than she should be able to do something!
 A feeling of strength and power rippled through Omega suddenly, settling in the palms of her hands. It felt as though she could grab anything within a few feet of her, although she wasn’t quite sure how. However, she didn’t have a chance to try, as the cat was now coming at her again, claws unsheathed and fangs bared. Terrified and out of options, she focused on the cat, closed her eyes, and swung her hand to the side as hard as she could.
 The animal yowled in shock, flying into the wall of the ditch. Stunned, and now feeling tired, Omega stared at the animal, her eyes wide. She… she had done it! She’d used the Force!
 The cat shook its head, whipping around to snarl at Omega. The girl’s excitement disappeared. Apparently, she hadn’t used it well enough to dissuade the predator. Omega shrunk back, too hurt and tired and scared to think of another plan. The feline dropped down, its eyes locking onto her as it pounced forward, jaws open wide. Omega shut her eyes and covered her face with the arm she could still use, awaiting the attack.
 …
 But it never came.
 Instead, the sound of a blaster being fired made her open her eyes and lower her arm. The cat was on its side, unmoving but still breathing. She looked to her left, and there was the clone, holstering his blaster. She felt relief wash over her when, upon noticing her, the man didn’t move to shoot her too.
 “Are you alright, little ‘un?” His voice sounded groggy, like he’d just woken up from a nap.
 Omega nodded, not sure she could do much else.
 The clone stared at her, his head tilting slightly. He blinked, like he wasn’t sure if he was seeing things right.
 “I’ve seen a lot of clones in my lifetime, but never one that looked like you.” He smiled at her, before looking around cautiously. “Where did you come from? Are you runnin’ from the Empire too?”
 “I-I am, but we’re not in any danger right now!” She said, stuttering a bit. Her pounding heart was making speech difficult. “I’m here with my family.”
 “Family?” The man asked.
 Omega’s cheeks turned a bit pink in embarrassment. “S-sorry! I meant my squad, not family...” She trailed off a bit at the end. Were they a family? Echo, Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech were all brothers, but she was something different, a clone that was even more different than they were. What was she to them?
 “Your squad? What’s your squad number?” The other clone, who was getting to his feet, offered her a hand as he stood. She took it, not minding when he supported her with a second hand when her legs wobbled. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off, and she was starting to feel exhaustion seep into her muscles.
 “Omega! Omega, where are you?!”
 Omega looked up, a smile coming onto her face.
 “Wrecker!” She yelled back.
 “Wrecker? Wait…” The other clone seemed to come to a realization just as Wrecker appeared at the edge of the ditch. The enhanced clone tensed at the sight of someone holding Omega, before he realized who exactly he was looking at.
 “Rex!” He cried, his face lighting up.
 Omega felt Rex laugh, and she turned to look at him. The blonde was smiling and shaking his head.
 “Of course.” He said, looking at Wrecker with a grin. “Of course it’s you crazy bastards.”
 “You know him?” Omega asked, not really sure who she was directing the question to.
 “Oh, for sure! Rex is an old friend of ours!” Wrecker said. “Now get up here so I can hug ‘ya!”
 “I would, but this little one is hurt. I doubt she can climb out on her own.” Rex said, letting Omega lean on him. Side by side, they almost looked like they were a father and daughter.
 “Oh kriff!” Wrecker cursed, just now noticing the bruises and cuts. “Hunter’s gonna kill me- what happened?!”
 “A cat tried to eat Rex, but I distracted it.” Omega said, finding it hard to stay upright. “Then it tried to eat me.”
 “While I’m not glad you got hurt, I must thank you for keeping that thing off me. You’re a very brave and very strong girl, Omega. Those Quill Prowlers are quite scary. I’m surprised you didn’t get hi-!” Rex cut himself off, looking down at Omega’s boots. “Oh dear.”
 “What?” Omega and Wrecker asked at the same time. Omega looked down.
 There was a quill sticking out of her boot.
 “Oh.” She said, before promptly passing out.
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galactichen · 4 years
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i’ll force the seas apart for you | bang chan
prompt #3. “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”
description. because nothing is scarier than a captain fighting for the love of his life.
pairing. bang chan x reader
genre. romance, adventure, pirate au
word count. 2.3k
author’s note. decided that the world needed more pirate chan, so i delivered. enjoy pirate chan and his crew ;) this is definitely hinting at a skz pirate au hhhhh
warning. blood and gore. just pirate things
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When Jeongin accidentally ate the last of their food rations, Chan didn’t get mad. He only expressed his disappointment in the youngest member of the crew before telling Jisung to steer the ship towards the nearest port to restock; they had a little extra cash from their previous raid to spend anyway.
When Minho drunkenly spilled about their next target in a bar filled to the brim with treasure-seeking pirates like himself, Chan didn’t get mad. He only sighed, quietly making his way back to the map he had built with Jisung, the crew’s navigator, to mark a big red ‘X’ over what once was their target. Jisung then proceeded to give Minho a piece of his mind when the latter arrived back to the ship, burdened with a terrible migraine, an angry Jisung, and a disappointed captain.
Chan still didn’t get mad when Changbin, in a fit of rage over an apparent spew over the captain’s ability to direct his crew, sliced off the arms of one of their allies, effectively initiating a war between the crews. It ended in terrible bloodshed; multiple casualties on both ends and a few of Chan’s key crew members badly injured with a frantic Woojin pacing back and forth between patients. They had to replace many of the planks in the ship, for they had been stained with far too much blood to simply wash out; it left them stranded on land for days and drained of gold for weeks until they could pinpoint their next raid for money. And yet, he only expressed gratitude towards Changbin, his first mate, mainly because the other crew was pretty shitty anyway and he’s been waiting all this time for a reason to cut off their allyship.
But when he sees you, all bloodied, beaten, and tied up to the mast of their enemy’s ship like some sort of sick sacrifice—that’s what makes his blood boil.
His knuckles turn a sickly shade of white from gripping the handle of his sword too hard, and it makes Woojin glance at him rather worriedly, for the mind of the medic was never not worried about the well-being of his crew—especially that of his captain.
“What is it that you desire?” Chan yells, and it makes the rest of his crew flinch because none of them were used to this kind of Chan; the kind of Chan who only appears when you, the love of his life, were in danger.
The opposing captain only grins—the sort of grin that sends shivers down one’s back because of the ferocity it holds, like you weren’t sure when they were going to pounce like an animal gone feral. He reaches up and tilts his cap back to reveal an even more ferocious look in his eyes, even in the glass one.
“Desire? What do I desire?” the opposing captain laughs, though empty of any humour. But then he stops abruptly, the silence that follows deafening before he slams his foot down, the look on his face suddenly contorting into that of a mad man. “Your ship. Give me that beaut’ of your’s,” he slurs, “and she,” he says, pointing to your unconscious form, your head leaning a little too far on one side to expose bruises that shouldn’t be there, “is all yours.”
The ship. Chan’s scowl only etches deeper into his face. His hands start to shake from rage. That’s what you were kidnapped and beaten and possibly—Chan doesn’t even want to think about what other unholy things they’ve done to you—all for what? His ship?
The ship that he inherited from his father? The ship that he and Changbin both sailed together by themselves to different landmasses, in search of the crew they stand together in front of today? The same ship that Hyunjin and Seungmin snuck into one night, seeking shelter and accidently got adopted by a whole crew of pirates instead?
The same ship that brought him to you and your brother Felix, where you were huddled in a corner with tears streaming down your face as Felix bravely tried to fend off a band of bandits by himself with nothing but a dagger before Chan and the rest of the crew arrived by chance?
“Don’t do it,” Changbin whispers quietly from Chan’s left. He knows how important both the ship and you were to the captain. He wasn’t about to make his captain choose between one or the other; the ship held an incredible amount of sentimental value to Chan, Changbin, and the rest of the crew. And you were, well, Chan’s biggest source of happiness.
They were going to find a way around this. Changbin was sure of it.
But he doesn’t get a chance to elaborate further when Chan quietly says, “Have it.”
Even the opposing captain looks stunned out of his mind when Chan accepts the offer of taking you back in exchange for his ship. Changbin doesn’t even try to hide the bewildered look that crosses his face. Was Chan out of his mind? That ship was so, so important to both him and Chan! That ship was gifted to Chan by his father. It held so many memories; why was Chan so willing to give it all up for this piece of shit of a captain?
Oh, how Changbin wished you were conscious so you could slap Chan out of it.
Felix taps Changbin’s shoulder and Changbin is met with a “is he serious?” look from the younger male, which makes Changbin shrug in response.
“That’s it?” the opposing captain all but shrieks, and his voice makes you stir a little, your head bobbing a little before you slip back into dreamland once more. “No fight? No ‘arrrgh you piss me off’ moment?” the captain flails his arms around for show, effectively demonstrating his shock.
“Quit pissing me off and give her back,” Chan growls. Don’t misunderstand; he’s pissed all right. He’s pissed that this joke of a captain was making him choose between his beloved ship and the love of his life. He wants nothing more than to slice that man’s head off clean with his sword, but the only thing that holds him back is the thought of the blood of his enemy splattering all over you—the thought of that ever happening to you made him gag.
But at the end of the day, the ship can be replaced.
You, on the other hand, could not.
The opposing captain halts his arm-flailing and turns only his head in Chan’s direction before hissing, “Nah.” He slowly lowers his sword and brings it close to his face, making a show of moving it across and even licking the blade. “Where’s the fun in that?” he asks, finally lowering the blade after a long, excruciating moment. “I came to see you get your panties in a twist, and I refuse to leave before that happens.”
Then he swiftly picks his sword up and makes a move to plunge it into your chest which makes Chan’s entire crew yell in panic, but Felix is quick on his feet and makes a frantic leap for the opposing captain, throwing the dagger that was in his hand and praying to god that it’d hit true and do something to stop what looks to be the inevitable.
Chan himself lets out an entire battle cry, throwing his own sword only seconds after Felix.
It’s slow motion as it happens, both blades flying in the air towards the opposing captain as he’s in the middle of thrusting his sword forward to your chest. 
The opposing captain’s sword strikes first, the blade meeting your body in a burst of pain that makes you wake from unconsciousness, mouth opening in a silent scream. But what everybody hears instead is the scream of the opposing captain instead, Felix’s dagger slicing into the skin of his hand clutching the sword, making him drop the blade before it could do further damage to you. 
Chan’s sword strikes next, the momentum of his arm giving it enough power to pierce through the captain’s neck as well as the crewmate beside him. Both of their eyes roll back and they tumble to the ground without another sound.
Then it’s chaos.
The sound of swords unsheathing fill the air, cries of men and women alike close behind as the bloodbath between two crews begins. Blood begins to fly and the ship they stand on quickly becomes a jungle as Chan and his crew try their best to dodge the flying blades and fight back, desperately defending their captain as he draws a second sword to fight his way over to you, guarded by two members of the opposing crew.
All Chan sees is red.
He was so close to being tricked and losing not only his ship, but you as well. All he could focus on at this moment was the developing bloodstain at the centre of your chest, your hooded lids fluttering open and closed as you frantically tried to get a gather at your surroundings. Woojin stands close behind him, waiting for the perfect moment to hop in and grab you so he could treat your stab wound as best he could, given the circumstances. Changbin’s not too far off either, but he was far too occupied with beating the shit out of anyone who dared to come within a foot of Chan and Woojin—the rest of the main crew was no different.
Limbs fly as Chan desperately swings his blade through the air, swinging at whatever dared to cross his path. Fortunately, the rest of his own crew was smart enough to stay far away from Chan’s line of sight so they wouldn’t accidently get mutilated by their captain.
“Quickly!” Chan shouts at Woojin just as he slices the head of one of your guards clean off. Woojin nods and doesn’t hesitate to dash forward in the path Chan has successfully cleared to you. Minho is at Chan’s side within seconds, and the two furiously fight to defend the mast of the ship where Woojin frantically works to carve at the ropes that bind you to the mast.
“Woo...jin?” you murmur weakly, recognizing the familiar kind gaze and sweet smile of the crew’s medic in front of you as he cuts through your ropes.
“That’s me,” he says with a smile despite the carnage behind him. He does his best to block your vision by making you look down at his feet, but then a head rolls along and—well, it’s the life of a pirate anyway. “You’re safe now,” he lets out a quiet huff as he cuts through the last of the rope that binds you to the mast, and with the little strength you have left, you push off the mast and fall into Woojin’s arms.
Another pair of arms lift you from Woojin and you fight back temporarily until Seungmin’s voice soothes you quietly, saying, “Hey, hey! It’s just me, it’s just me.”
“Hold her like that,” Woojin tells Seungmin as he reaches in his back pocket, likely for some spare gauze he always keeps on his person. He makes quick work of your wound, tying the gauze across your chest tightly as a temporary fix until he can properly clean and fix up the injury.
“Where’s Chan?” you ask the boys. You’re dizzy, you’re tired, and all you wanted was to be in the safety of the captain’s arms. Too long have you suffered in the cell of the enemy crew’s ship, beaten when you refused to let them use your body to their desire.
“Fighting for you,” Seungmin says.
“Either you die here, or you walk the plank,” you hear Chan snap at one of the remaining enemy crew members. The scream that follows is deafening and indicates the desire of the pirate to fight to the end; the deafening silence that comes after makes everyone breathe out a sigh of relief.
At last, the fight is over.
Bodies litter the deck of the ship, and it makes Chan grateful that he didn’t bring the entirety of his crew over, for they would have suffered even more losses.
Oh, but seeing you alive and breathing, Chan is reminded of why he came with his best fighters and medics in the first place.
“Chan!” you weakly call out when you spot him making a run over to where you’re being held up by both Seungmin and Woojin, for you were far too weak at the moment to be standing on your own. 
Chan chants your name over and over again when he finally reaches you, arms wrapping tightly around you as you cry out for him, desperate for his embrace because you were afraid you had forgotten what it was like after all your time in the cells. 
“My love, my love,” Chan whispers. Seungmin and Woojin quietly step away from the precious reunion, turning their attention to the rest of the crew to help the injured across the wide plank that connects their ship to the now-crewless enemy ship. Hyunjin, Jisung, and Jeongin all run across when they’re given the signal that the coast is clear, happy that all went well in the end.
“I-I couldn’t,” you start to say, but Chan hushes you, leaning forward to kiss you briefly.
“Tell me after we have you fixed up, love,” Chan says with a soft smile after he pulls away, his smile a stark contrast to his previously enraged self. He then proceeds to pick you up bridal-style, to which you gasp and clutch onto his neck in response.
“Am I too-”
“Shh,” Chan whispers, nuzzling his nose into yours. “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”
You only nod in response, deciding to simply bury your face in the crook of Chan’s neck as he makes his way over to his ship, carefully stepping over the bodies that litter the deck as cheers erupt from the other side when the rest of the crew spot the captain making his way across with his beloved in his arms.
Because the captain’s beloved, was also the crew’s beloved.
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Alonzo is the best, most underrated dad, and no one can tell me otherwise.
Here's Dad!Alonzo with his patched twins!
"I'm going out to look for them."
Alonzo was standing in front of Munkustrap, his paws behind his back to hide his nerves.
Munkustrap looked at his friend. "Are you sure you'll be able to find them?"
"I'm going to try, Munk." Alonzo replied firmly. "I have to. If there's even a chance that I can find them, bring them here where they'll be safe, I have to take that chance."
"Okay." Munkustrap said, nodding. "Just be safe, alright?"
Alonzo smiled briefly before leaving Munkustrap's den.
He spent hours after leaving the Junkyard just walking the streets, his ears flicking every which way, desperate to hear the cries of kittens, or tiny voices calling out.
He finally collapsed in an alley with a deep sigh, his head resting defeatedly on his paws. He had no idea where he could even find his younger brothers, if they had been taken by a human, or if...
No. He wouldn't allow himself to go there.
"Hey, that's our box!"
Alonzo's head snapped up at the small voice, seeing a young kitten glaring quite fiercely at him, his hackles raised.
The black and white tom immediately stood, shifting away from said box. "I'm sorry, kit. Didn't realize this box belonged to someone."
The little tom hissed, pushing Alonzo with his paw. "Get away! My brother's in there!"
"Alright, I'll move!" Alonzo exclaimed, slightly amused by the young patched tom's intensity. He took a closer look at the little one, and immediately noticed the unique, square-shaped patch on the kitten's eye, and he froze. "Wait... Tumblebrutus?"
The kitten's glare intensified even more, if possible. "How do you know my name?"
Alonzo stepped back, but looked at the kitten, recognizing all the patches, the eyes, the temper. He couldn't help the little smile on his face.
"Come on, kit, you know me." he insisted.
The kitten cocked his head, slowly straightening. "You look familiar."
Alonzo's smile slowly grew as he stepped closer carefully. "I'm your big brother, Tumble. I'm Alonzo."
"Lonzy?"
The whisper was so quiet, so hopefully, it made Alonzo's heart nearly burst.
"Yeah, little brother. It's me." He gave Tumblebrutus a wide, warm grin, sitting down.
Tumblebrutus beamed, jumping forward. "LONZY!"
Alonzo let out a whoosh of air as he was tackled by his younger brother, but he immediately teared up, holding in his cries as he nuzzled Tumblebrutus' head, wrapping his paw around the kitten to pull him closer.
"Brutus, look at you!" he exclaimed, and Tumblebrutus pressed into his chest fur, barely pulling away as he let out another shout.
"Pouncey, it's Lonzy!"
"Lonzy?"
Alonzo let out a small sob as his second younger brother poked his head out of the box, little eyes wide as he recognized the older tom.
"Hey, Pounce." he said softly, reaching out his paw.
Pouncival let out a mewl and darted towards his brothers, barreling into Alonzo's stomach and immediately winding around him, meowing and purring.
Alonzo felt happier than he had ever felt before, laughing as he brought his younger brothers close, furiously grooming them to rid them of some scent of the streets.
"You came back for us?" Pouncival asked, looking up at Alonzo with those big eyes that never ceased to shoot an arrow into the older tom's heart.
"Of course I did, Pouncey." Alonzo said softly. "You two did a good job hiding."
Tumblebrutus puffed up proudly. "I found the spot! Are you gonna stay with us, Lonzy?"
Alonzo chuckled, smoothing down the kitten's fur. "I'm taking you two somewhere safe, where you can have a real home, and food every single day."
"We'll get to stay with you, right?" Tumblebrutus asked, his voice quiet.
"Of course, Brutus." Alonzo replied, drawing his brothers closer once more. "You're not getting rid of me. I'm keeping you two close from now on."
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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years
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Love of my life; Ahkmenrah x reader
*Author’s note*
I promised you guys didn’t I? Well here is Part 2 to History comes to life In this chapter there is nothing but FLUFFY PINING, some hints of flirting(?), but above all LOVING. And a bit of makeout (but it’s all PG). I also couldn’t help myself with this fic by adding a certain band in this and joking around with the fact that Rami played both these characters/people so I hope you all enjoy the little fun poke I do in this fic. Enjoy my lovelies :) 
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It was five months after the whole Save the museum fiasco.  And even though my internship ended, thanks to Larry I was still able to come anytime whether to do additional research or just to spend time with my new friends. Teddy was an excellent historian and it was amazing to hear some of the stories that only the real Teddy Roosevelt would know.
Sacagawea was great female company to have around when the men got to be a bit too much.  She told me about her story and she even taught me how to shoot a real Native American bow and arrow.  Even though I couldn’t quite understand him, Attila was fun to be around, he and the rest of his Huns always wanted me to tell them stories and see if I could perform any tricks for them (thankfully I still remember some of the close up magic card tricks I used to do for Nicky when he was younger).
Then there was Jed and Octavius.  Those two—they are something I’ll give you that. They especially like to watch funny cat videos on Youtube.  
Of course they still have their moments where they butt heads but either I or Larry are there to set them straight before they’re once again besties.
And of course I can’t forget, the pharaoh himself, Ahkmenrah.  Every night he and I would spend the most time together.  From learning each other’s life story, to dancing along to some of my favorite songs or showing him my favorite artists/bands.
Throughout all the time that Ahkmen and I have spent together, my feelings for him slowly began to grow.  I tried to hide it but every time I tried to ignore it, my feelings for the millennia’s old pharaoh just kept growing and growing.  The way his light blue eyes would stare into mine just felt like he was piercing my soul.  
They made you feel not only insecure because they held such regalness to them, but they made you feel safe because even with him being probably the highest authority in history he’d never make you feel like you were inferior to him.
His smile was like—literally looking into the sun because it made you feel so warm inside.  And when he touches your hand—it could damn well just make you melt.
The two of us were currently in the Hall of African mammals sitting up along the lion’s perch.  Ahkmenrah was currently stroking the top of the male lion whom he’s named Maahes, while I had the female leopard I named Seshat with her head on my lap, her deep purring sounding off as I stroked her head.
“So is it really true you knew the Guardian of Brooklyn before he took his post?”
“Yeah, the Daley’s and I go way back to when I was in high school. Nicky was probably the best kid I ever babysat. He never spoke back to me and he wasn’t spoiled. He’s—really become like my little brother.”
“Consider yourself lucky to not have any other sibling.” He said trailing off.  I noticed the somber look on his face and I knew Maahes saw it too.  The king of the beasts actually nuzzled against Ahkmenrah letting out a gentle roar.  “Thank you my friend.” Ahkmenrah thanked him as the king of the beasts suddenly turned into a kitten right before my eyes as he lay right across Akhmen’s lap.
“Now I know that you saw cats as link to the gods, did you ever go so far as to actually owning big cats such as these Maahes and Seshat?”
“My father did once own a lion of his very own. Unfortunately he got a little too rough with Kahmunrah and father was forced to get rid of him. My only real exotic pet would’ve been Horus, my falcon. He was such a reliable companion.”
“You must’ve trained him well.”
“He was a clever bird. Sharp as a whip and as clever as any man.” He reminisced.  Just before I could respond, I felt Seshat leave my lap and her ears twitched about.  Maahes reacted the same way as he hopped off the perch and joined alongside Seshat.
The two big cats soon crouched down into a hunting position as they both slowly stalked out of the hall right towards the door.
Ahkmen and I looked at each other confused before the two big cats took off like a shot before roaring out and we both heard two very familiar screams.
“Octavius!”
“Jed!” the two of us cried out as we raced out of the room and down the hall.  As we reached the end of the hallway we saw the two big cats crouched over with their front paws outward.
“Oh Ahkmenrah, lady (y/n). we are sorry to intrude on your time together…..” Octavius said from between Maahes’ paws.
“It’s alright, Octavius. Maahes, release him!” Ahkmenrah first started off calmly before going into his kingly tone.  That low and demanding tone that just made me want to bow before him and do whatever he wished.
Maahes grumbled before obeying and released Octavius. But that’s when I remembered that there was also a second voice that screamed.
“Where’s Jed?”
‘Bout time someone remembered me!’ oh dear god not again!
“Seshat! Drop him!” She looked up at me with those kitten eyes of hers but I scolded the young leopardess. “Right now!” she then spat out Jedidiah and he soon came tumbling out covered in cat spit.  Ahkmen and I both made a face of disgust as Jed brushed himself off.
“Stupid cat!” he called up at Seshat.  She hissed down at Jed.
“Steady my friend, she’s a young kitten after all. She still doesn’t know any better.” Octavius said.  I took out a tissue and ripped a portion of it and handed it to Jed.
“Not that we’re not happy to see you both but why have you come all the way over here without the racecar? You know it’s dangerous for you both to be here, especially with Maahes and Seshat.” I said to him.
“That dangum monkey stirred up some trouble once again. He opened up the hallway window near our exhibit and before we knew it, we were attacked by giant birds.” Jed proclaimed as he cleaned himself off.
“Oh great, the onetime Larry gets sick leaving me to take care of the museum and already Dexter is making things difficult for me.” I whined.
“I’m sure it isn’t that bad.” Ahkmen tried to comfort me.
“Uhh yeah right. No offense your highness but this is probably the worst thing to ever strike our exhibits since we were at war with each other.” Jed laughed.
“It’s probably best we show you both what we are dealing with.” I knelt down and extended my hand and allowed the two miniature leaders to climb aboard before we all headed to the Hall of miniatures.
When we got there, we were definitely not expecting what Jed and Octavius had told us.  The entire room was surrounded by dozens hell maybe even almost 100 pigeons.
“Oh my god.”
“You see what I mean! Birds everywhere!”
“How could there be so many?” Ahkmen asked.
“Apparently Dexter also had some food in hand when he allowed these pigeons in the museum.” We walked inside stepping over the birds. Of course when they suddenly took off, I couldn’t help but shriek and grab onto Akhmen’s arm.  
I set the boys down in Jed’s territory which seemed to be the worst case.
“Jed, Octavius. We’ve tried every single weapon we got but all it’s done is caused these birds to leave more of their crap behind.” Said one of Jed’s loyal cowboy friends.
“Oh god that’s gross.”
“Okay so dynamite won’t work, neither will the arrows.” Octavius pondered.  It was then I saw him look behind both Ahkmen and I, right towards Maahes and Seshat. “Wait, I’ve got an idea!”
“Lay it on my Octi.” Said Jed.
“What if the cats help?”
“That’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard. What else you got?”
“No, no, no Jedidiah listen my friend. Lions have one of the most powerful voices in all the big cats. If we can get Maahes to roar, then the birds should scatter.”
“Uhh Octavius lions aren’t the only ones with a powerful roar you know.” I told him.
“Ohhh I wouldn’t say that.” Ahkmen said wearily. I turned to him aghast.
“Excuse me?”
“I mean no harm when I say this but Seshat is a young leopard. Maahes is a fully grown lion and his roar is mature enough to scare these pigeons away.” He gently tried to assure me.  I crossed my arms over my chest and said.
“Bullshit!”
“Oh-ho-ho-ho. Looks like we got ourselves a competition ladies and gents.” Jed laughed.
“You hear this baby girl? Ahkmenrah thinks your roar’s not powerful enough.” She lowered her head angrily and let out a snarl as her ears bent back. “Show them what you got baby girl!” she then reared her head back as she opened her mouth and let out a fearsome leopard roar, which sent most of the pigeons out of the miniature wing.
“YEE-HAW!! Come on do it again! Do it again!” Ahkmenrah looked at my cockily before turning to Maahes and said.
“Show these ladies why you’re known as the God of war Maahes.” Maahes then reared his head and let out a loud lion’s roar which sent the rest of the flock right on out.
“WOO-WHO!!! Adios birdbrains!” Jed proclaimed as Maahes and Seshat then proceeded to pounce after the pigeons all over the room.  The birds soon took off flying out of the room trying to find a way out of the building.
“Why not make a little wager?” Ahkmenrah said.
“On what grounds?”
“If Maahes can manage to get the pigeons out, you must sing a song for me.” I tried to hide my blush and I countered.
“Fine, but if Seshat wins, then you have to watch both the Mummy and the Mummy returns, no questions or complaints.”
“Deal.” We shook on it and followed behind the two big cats.
Throughout the museum, Seshat and Maahes continued to chase after the pigeons roaring and swatting at them.  Jed and Octavius were now driving in their racecar catching up to the big cats wanting to get in on the action, cheering loudly at our two big cats.
Meanwhile Ahkmen and I raced behind cheering for both our cats in trying to get as many pigeons as they could.
“You know it’s never too late to back out!” Ahkmen laughed.
“Oh you wish we’re about to show you what girl power is all about!” I sassed at him.  We raced on ahead down the second hall, passing the other exhibits who dodged our path.  
The six of us just having a joy of chasing these pigeons all around the museum.  Nothing could ruin this fun now.
But it was when we turned at one point of the museum that some of the pigeons were on top of the herd of rhinos and African water buffalo.
We all skidded to a stop right before the herd and I couldn’t help but say.
“Ohhhh shit.” One of the water buffalo’s snorted aggressively while a rhino let out a bellow.
At this point all of us including Seshat and Maahes took off running back the other way with the stampede following behind us.  Seshat soon bumped into me and the next thing I knew I was riding on top of her back as she ran faster down the hall.  I turned to see the Ahkmen was riding on top of Maahes’ back.
Both big cats did a sharp turn to the left towards the invertebrate wing while Jed and Octavius were just shortly behind us in the car.  I then noticed a small closet just ahead and I cried out to them.
“Guys in there!” Seshat soon noticed the door and I quickly got off her back and opened the door and soon everyone piled inside. I quickly shut the door and the next thing we heard was the thundering stampede passing by us.
When the thundering of hooves and giant feet stopped, for some reason Ahkmen, Jed, Octavius and I soon just started laughing. I don’t know whether it was the adrenaline of nearly cheating (well in a sense) death, or just for the hell of it but we were all bursting out laughing in the tight closet space.
“That was even more thrilling than the chariot chases I used to do when I was a child.” Ahkmen said.
“Boy you said it Ahk. That there was truly a wild rodeo!” Jed cheered.
“Okay guys, since they’re gone I’d say it’s safe for us to go out.” I told them as I opened the door back up.  And of course due to the tight space with me, an old pharaoh, two big cats and a ford mustang racecar, it was a tight squeeze to try and get out.
As Maahes and Seshat tried to get out, Ahkmen and I were jostled around for a bit, up until the point where our noses touched each other and our lips just barely grazed one another’s.  The two of us chuckled nervously as we couldn’t look away from each other.  
We were so caught up in the moment that we didn’t realize that we were now the only ones left in the closet.
“You both just gonna stand there all googly eyed or are you finally gonna wring up your saddle and kiss each other already?” we heard Jed proclaim.  We both looked away and apologized over each other as we both tried to get out at the same time, only to bump shoulder to shoulder again.
Finally Ahkmen allowed me to exit the closet first before he was the last to leave.
“I swear you two are as about as crazy in love as two turtledoves in winter.” Jed said again.
“Shut it Jed, less you wanna go back into Seshat’s mouth and maybe even this time see the inside of her stomach.” I threatened.
“No thank you! Thanks for the help you guys see yah!” the car soon quickly drove off leaving Ahkmen and I alone with our big cats.  I looked down at my watch and said.
“It’s an hour till sunrise. You should—”
“Yes. Care to walk me back?”
“Sure.” We first big goodbye to Seshat and Maahes and the two of them walked back towards the hall of African mammals which allowed me to escort Ahkmenrah back to his exhibit.
After helping Ahkmen back into his sarcophagus he then told me.
“Don’t forget, you have to sing for me tonight.”
“What do you mean?”
“Our bet. I’ve been keeping score and Maahes managed to get the most pigeons out of the museum.” I shook my head and rather than argue with him due to time I accepted it.
“Okay. But just know I’m not the best singer.”
“Not according to young Nicky. He said you’d always sing him to sleep, and he’d always talk about how beautiful you sounded.” I tried to hide my blushing face and I said to him.
“Have a good morning sleep Ahkmen. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Yeah. See you tonight.” He said solemnly as his eyes went somber and he lowered himself back into his sarcophagus and I closed it up.  I internally groaned and thought to myself.
‘Damnit why did I have to hurt him like that?’ with that I left Ahkmenrah’s tomb and went off to handle any remaining birds that were still in the museum and clean up the mess before either Dr. McPhee or Rebecca came in.
Later that night I arrived at Ahkmenrah’s tomb with my laptop ready to give into his deal that we had made last night.  After getting him out of his sarcophagus we sat there along the floor while I opened up my playlist.
“So any hints as to what song you shall be singing for me?”
“Uhh no. You may have gotten me to sing for you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be telling you exactly what that song will be.” I sassed playfully.  He grinned at me while I went back to scrolling through my playlist.
“Have you found it yet?”
“Keep your tunic on your highness.” I then clicked on the playlist to highlight the song and I said. “Okay; now this song was written by one of my favorite bands in the start of their early career. This was also the song I used to sing to Nicky whenever he had a bad dream whenever I babysat him.” I double clicked on the song and soon through the speakers, “White Queen (As it begins)” played through the speakers.
I took a gentle inhale in before exhaling and waited for Freddie’s soft voice to come through the speakers before finally singing along to the track.
I sang along softly not quite trusting my voice (also cause I didn’t want to crack in front of my crush) but slowly my voice got a bit more confident when Freddie’s voice crescendo.
*Ahkmenrah’s POV*
Oh almighty Horus and Ra above, she—she had the voice of only a true goddess.  It was so soft yet passionate that it just…..she really was like the Queen in this song.  I have imagined stars in (y/n)’s hair and she was an ethereal of beauty in not just her looks but her kind heart and gentle but fiercely protective nature.
I couldn’t help but fall under the spell of her siren-like voice and just admire her.  Her eyes shining through the faint light that came into my exhibit, the way her medium length hair waved down like the Nile river.  She was everything and more.  By the end of her song, she clicked a key on her laptop and turned to me.
“How was that?”
“Beautiful.” I said in awe. “You—Nicky didn’t even come close to describing the true ethereal of your singing.” She looked away from me shyly and nervously laughed.
Even her laugh, shy or not, was always adorable.  The way her eyes would scrunch up at the corners, when her smile would go ear to ear.  A smile like that really showed me that she was truly happy.  And the way her eyes would sparkle…..it was like seeing the stars in the sky.
“Was it that bad?” she asked me.
“Quite the opposite actually. You sung beautifully.” I told her as I gently took her hand in mine.
*My POV*
As soon as Ahkmen took my hand, my heart went boom.
“Thank you.”
“Tell me what was that song?”
“It’s called White Queen. It’s by my all-time favorite band called Queen.”
“They sounded beautifully.”
“Yeah they do. I love almost all of their songs.”
“Could you show me more?” I nodded and he sat closer to me so that I could scroll through more of my Queen Playlist.  I shared with him some facts that I knew about Queen and showed him some pictures of the band in the past.
“You know Ahkmen, if you grew a mustache or just grew out your hair down to your shoulders and had four additional incisors, you could pass off as Freddie Mercury.”
“You really think so?” he asked me.
“Yeah I could see it.”
“Was he of Egyptian blood?”
“No. His family is Indian Parsi. Freddie was born in Zanzibar.”
“Well regardless. This Freddie Mercury would’ve been revered as a god amongst us. He truly does command his audience like a king.”
“He just knew how to make everyone apart of the show. Even the people in the balconies or in the very far backrow became involved. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any rockstar make everyone feel so comfortable during a concert. God I wish I could’ve seen them live with all four of them in person.”
“He will be remembered as a God and is watching over all of his people. Including the ones who come in later in life.” He comforted me as he placed a hand to my shoulder.
“Yeah.” I sighed softly.  Things got quiet before Ahkmenrah took my laptop and clicked on a random song and soon enough “Good old fashioned lover boy” started playing through my speakers.
“Would you care to dance?” he said as he stood up and held his hand out to me.  I looked up at him and I said.
“I told you I’m not a very good dancer, especially in slow dancing.”
“Well, lucky for you I was forced into taking all those slow dance lessons in my time as Prince. Do you trust me?” I looked up into those soft light blue eyes and along with Freddie’s serenading voice of the opening song, I was literally melting but couldn’t help as I took his hand and answered softly.
“Yes.” He helped me up and right as the chorus began, Ahkmen had us be in position one as his right hand holding my left and his other hand gently wrapping around my waist.
I shivered slightly and looked down at our feet before I felt his finger lift my chin back up.
“Eyes on me. Now just follow me lead.” He then began to lead me into a slow waltz.  Of course it was clumsy at first with me stepping on his foot the first several times.  I softly apologized profusely every time I stepped on his feet but he assured me it was all fine.
The song continued to play and while staring into Akhmen’s eyes I couldn’t help but think just what kind of lover boy he would’ve been.  Would he be like what the song stated? Or was it something else? God why did fate have to be so cruel? The one guy I take an extreme interest in and he has to be a 4000 year old mummy.
It was then I heard the song end and a new song (just to rub salt into an open wound) began playing, and that song was “Love of my Life”.
“(Y/n)?” I looked up at him slightly startled.
“Yeah?” He soon became shy as he spoke.
“These—these past couple of months have been…..well they’ve been the most fun I’ve ever had in 4000 years.”
“I’m glad.”
“You’ve been the one true friend I’ve had ever since I was freed from my prison.” Oh god please tell me I’m not gonna get friend-zoned.  “Unfortunately, I—I cannot deny what I must tell you.”
“What-what exactly are you saying Ahkmen?”
“I—I……” he trailed off trying to look down and hide his shyness.  He genuinely looked conflicted with what he was about to say.
“Ahkmenrah,” I cupped the side of his face. “Whatever you have to say, I won’t get mad.” He didn’t say a word, in fact he leaned closer to my face until his lips captured mine.
It was a shy kiss at first.  He was testing the boundaries of this to see if I would push him away or kiss him back.  I was shocked at first but as soon as my heart hammered in my ears and I fell under the spell of the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed my lips to his.
Seeing how I accepted the kiss, he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me closer which deepened the kiss.  The anxiety and worries we both had melted away as I heard him let out a soft hum which made me softly moan.
We separated for air but kept in close proximity of each other.  Our noses gently touching each other’s.  I let out a soft choked laugh as I couldn’t make my heart calm down.
“I—” I softly spoke.  I licked my lips softly.  “I love you too, Ahkmenrah. I mean call me crazy but excluding the fact that I’ve known so much about you since the start of my college career. But spending these past couple months with you has been a dream come true. I’ve always wished and dreamed that I could meet you and just talk to you and—” he pressed his finger to my lips stopping my rambling.
“You talk too much my love.”
“You’re right sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. You’re cute when you do that. It shows you’re passionate.” He tucked a strand of my hair out of my face and continued in a teasing tone, “So you’ve dreamed about me?” I giggled.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No. I’m honored. I’m honored that I have gained the affections of the only goddess on Earth.”
“I wouldn’t go that far. But I really like you too Ahkmen.” He smiled at me and asked.
“Can I—kiss you again?”
“What do you think?” I said as I leaned in towards him and kissed him now, but this time with more passion just as the song was ending.
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Ends of the Earth | Chapter 24
Fandom: The Mandalorian
Pairing: Mando x OC
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Summary: When Sinead's husband is ripped from her, she escapes the Hutt Empire and goes on a quest to find him. Since being a runaway slave in the Outer Rim isn't exactly easy, she makes the Mandalorian an offer he can't refuse, and soon they travel across the galaxy looking for her missing husband.
Chapter index
Chapter 24 - The Searchers
Sinead stood at the bottom of the ramp, hands on her hips. They were back on another forest planet. Or moon rather, and this one seemed more hostile than the last one. The trees were older and darker, covered in thick moss that swallowed the sounds of nature. The trunks were too wide for her to reach around, and the branches intertwined to make a nearly impenetrable canopy that covered the ground in shadows.
The tracking fob had led them here, to this place.
She let out a deep breath.
Inside the Crest, Mando placed the child on top of the bed. "You gotta stay here. It's too dangerous."
The child let out a sad coo and tried to climb down before Mando grabbed him and put him back.
"You can't come. I'm sorry."
Sinead smiled for the first time since they left the mining station. Mando still seemed ... hesitant around the kid sometimes, like something was stopping him from fully committing.
At last, Mando appeared at the top of the ramp. "According to the tracking fob, it's close by."
"Great." The forest swallowed the sound, making her voice sound faint and weedy.
"You can stay with the kid. I can do this myself." Mando pressed a command into the device on his vambrace and the ramp went up.
"You've already done enough heavy lifting, it's time I earn my keep, don't you think?" Plus, she'd rather not do a repeat of what happened on Zessol; somehow, the deep forest felt more dangerous than a city populated by pirates and other miscreants.
He wanted to say something more, she knew it; the way his head tilted slightly to the side made her feel exposed, vulnerable, and she turned away before he had the chance. "Where are we going?"
There was a long pause, and she could feel Mando's eyes on her back.
"This way."
She followed him away from the ship and into the overgrown forest. The ground was spongy, moisture seeping up around her feet when she stepped on the moss that carpeted everything. The way every surface was some shade of green messed with her depth perception. If it hadn't been for Mando, she would've gotten lost minutes after losing sight of the ship.
She took a deep breath of the still air, tasting the decomposing leaves on her tongue.
"You miss it?"
Mando was quiet for a moment. "Miss what?"
"Doing this. Bounty hunting."
Seconds ticked by while he thought. "It's the only thing I've ever known."
That wasn't an answer, but in a way, she was grateful that he didn't elaborate. She wouldn't have believed him if he said no, but she didn't know what to do if he said yes.
The forest grew deeper and darker as they went, fed by their silence. Now and again, a rustle went through the treetops, or one of them would become stuck in the peaty ground and have to pull their foot out with a wet squelch.
"It's kinda ironic, isn't it," Sinead said when the silence became too much. "A former slave now turned bounty hunter."
Mando rounded on her, and she took a step back, nearly tripping over a root hidden under the moss. "This isn't the same. You're only doing this to find Kyen."
That did nothing to quell the tight feeling in her chest, but she managed to force a smile. "Thanks."
They stared at each other, standing in the twilight under the trees. A shiver ran up Sinead's back.
Suddenly, a fast beeping broke the tension like a rock through an icy lake, and Mando pulled out the tracking fob.
"It's close?" Her voice sounded shrill.
"About one klick east."
"Then let's go."
After a small climb, the ground plummeted into an overgrown dell. One wrong step from a careless wanderer and they would tumble down the steep side and disappear into the foliage.
"You see a way down?" Mando silenced the screaming tracking fob.
"Not one that won't result in a broken neck." She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes; she wanted to get rid of this lingering unease that made her skin itch.
Eventually, they found a faint path snaking between the trees, which led through a thicket and into the dell. The forest seemed less dense in there, and for the first time since stepping in between the trees, Sinead got an uninterrupted look at the sky.
At the bottom of the dell, the forest opened into a clearing, with a farmhouse and a dilapidated barn that was only standing due to sheer stubbornness. Behind that, there was an empty pasture. Once upon a time, someone had painted the house white, but now it had faded into a dull grey.
"You sure this is the right spot?" Sinead whispered, eyes scanning the area. "It looks abandoned."
"Be on your guard." Mando drew his blaster.
"How do you wanna do this?" Sinead asked.
"Careful. Find out where he is."
Mando reached the steps that led to the front door when a thump sounded from the barn.
"Mando-"
"I heard it. Stay behind me."
He crept towards the barn, placing his feet deliberately on patches of moss that hid his footsteps.
The was another thump, and a shadow moved behind a crack in the small door set into the side. The tall double doors looked like they had been welded together with rust.
Sinead held her breath as Mando reached the door. He looked back at her, holding up three fingers.
One.
Two.
Three.
With a hard kick, the door came apart in an explosion of splinters.
A young human girl tumbled back with a scream.
"Oh, shit!" Mando froze halfway through the door.
Sinead was the first to snap out of it, and she pushed past Mando while shoving her blaster back into its holster. "I'm so sorry! We didn't know you were in here."
The girl scrambled to her feet, wide eyes glued to Mando. Her scruffy overalls were at least three sizes too big, and it looked like someone had taken a dull scissor to her hair, leaving it uneven and frizzled. Still, there was a determined spark glinting under her fear.
Sinead crouched down to her level. "Are you here all alone? Are there any adults around?"
The girl's eyes flickered from Sinead to Mando. Then she took a deep breath.
And screamed.
It was like a siren going off right by Sinead's head. She slapped her hands over her ears, but the explosion of sound was an icepick through her eardrums.
At last, the girl ran out of air and her scream tapered off, leaving a thunderous silence. A hand grabbed Sinead's shoulder and pulled her to her feet.
"What was-"
The door to the farmhouse exploded open, and a human shot out, a raised rifle in his hands.
Sinead didn't have time to react. Mando shoved her behind him and leveled his blaster at the human.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" he screamed, voice shaking.
The little girl darted around Mando and Sinead and ran up the stairs to hide behind the man, wrapping her arms around his leg.
"We're not here for your family," Mando yelled.
"I want you gone. Now!"
"We're looking for someone. A Twi'lek-"
"There's no one here but us! Leave, please!" He had a distinct Core World accent.
A young Togruta boy, clenching a blaster in his hands, appeared in the doorway. His lekku only reached his shoulders, and even though he was as tall as the human, it looked like someone had grabbed him by the feet and montrals and pulled, leaving him lanky and awkward.
The tip of the rifle wavered in the air before the human blinked hard and held it steady. "Take your sister and get back in the house."
"Wh-what's going on? Who are they?" The young Togruta squared his shoulders but his hands shook as he lifted the blaster.
"No questions. Just go!"
Sinead's eyes widened. A cold barrel pressed into the small of her back, and her blaster slipped from her fingers. She slowly raised her hands.
"Put down your blaster," a sharp voice sounded behind her ear. "Or I'll sever her spine."
It seemed like Jami had found them before they found him.
Mando turned with lightning speed, but Jami was quicker, grabbing Sinead by the shoulder and pulling her out of reach.
"Don't try me! I'm serious! And step back!"
Sinead felt her eyes meet Mando's through the helmet and gave an imperceptible nod. Blood rushed in her ears.
Mando's hand tightened around the blaster for a moment before it thudded to the ground, but he didn't step back, didn't try to keep the human in his field of vision.
"Kick it away."
Mando did so, his entire body tensed like a spring ready for release.
"Laar," Jami said, raising his voice, "take the children inside and stay there."
Sinead could see the human - Laar - over Mando's shoulder. He nodded tightly and grabbed the little girl before bodily pushing the Togruta back into the house. Sinead felt a warm exhale on the back of her neck when the door banged shut.
"Vekkass sent you, didn't he?" Jami pressed the blaster harder into her back, and she winced. One shot and no amount of bacta would fuse her spine back together. Best case scenario she would be paralyzed for the rest of her life.
"Let her go." Mando's voice dipped into a growl.
"I just want to be left alone, do you understand? Whatever he thinks I stole, I don't have it." Jami started to back up, dragging Sinead further into the barn and out of sight of the house.
She wet her lips. "Let me go, and we can talk about this."
Jami dug his fingers into her shoulder where the Trandoshan bounty hunter had shot her years ago, and an echo of old pain shot down her arm. "I don't want to talk. I want you to leave."
A crash from the farmhouse made him start, and the pressure on her back disappeared for a second, but it was enough. Sinead brought down her heel on his foot and twisted out of his grasp. The blaster went off, the bolt hitting Mando's armor with a ping.
Mando pounced and ripped the blaster out of the Twi'lek's hand, kicking his legs out from under him. Jami fell back with a yell, and as he tried getting to his feet, Mando kicked him back down.
"Stay."
Sinead snatched the nearest blaster from the ground. The spot on her lower back prickled like the blaster was still there.
Jami stared up at them,red-rimmed eyes burning with anger. His blue skin stood out from his clothes that were all a dull brown or grey, speckled with dirt and dust, his cheeks hollow like he hadn't eaten in a very long time. He didn't particularly look like a pirate. "If you're gonna kill me, do it now. Just don't hurt my family, please. Don't let them see my body." He closed his eyes.
Oh, shit.
Sinead looked at Mando, trying to gauge what he wanted to do, but the helmet remained frustratingly blank, and the seconds ticked by. Usually, she could at least read something from his body language alone, but now he was betraying nothing. The thought of dragging him back to Vekkass hadn't sat well with her before, and now it felt like her body might revolt against itself if she tried.
When nothing happened, Jami opened his eyes.
"Get up," Mando ordered and took a step back, his blaster following the Twi'lek as he scrambled to his feet, lips curled over sharp teeth.
The barn creaked in the stillness. Stalls lined the walls on both sides of the big double doors, but it was clear that they'd been empty for a long time; clumps of grey straw and fossilized dung piled up on the floor. A keedee had made a nest in the rafters and was watching the situation with a disapproving glare.
"So." Jami's tongue darted out to lick his dry lips. "What happens now?"
That was a good question.
Sinead gestured over her shoulder at the house. "Is that why you left?"
Jami pressed his lips into a thin line.
"Okay." She pressed her free hand to her temple. "Where's the loot?"
Silence.
"If you don't talk, I can go-" she took a step back in the direction of the house.
"No!" Fear flashed across his face. "Keep them out of this."
Mando adjusted his grip on the blaster. "Then talk."
Jami took a shuddering breath. "I ... look, there isn't any loot."
"You mean you sold it?" Sinead said.
"I mean, there never was any loot at all."
"Explain."
His mouth moved silently as he thought and a vein popped out near his temple. Then, "Vekkass sent us out to ambush a freighter on the Triellus Trade Route, running spice from Dubrava to Nal Hutta. It would've been a suicide mission even if the Hutts hadn't been involved-" he paused, tensing up until the cords stood out on his neck- "but Vekkass didn't care. Made us go anyway. I couldn't ... I wouldn't go to my death just to please some boc'ara." He spat on the ground between them.
"Vekkass thinks you absconded with the loot."
"Of course he does. Can't fathom anyone doing anything if it's not about the money. They sent me out to die in the name of a couple of creds. How did you find me?"
"Someone saw you on Trillu."
Jami bared a row of sharp teeth. "Frang! I knew it was a bad idea …"
"What's the story with them, then?" She nodded towards the house. The earthy smell of mold and old hay tickled her nose.
"They have nothing to do with this."
"I know."
He sighed. "I met Laar shortly after I left. We ... I wasn't the only one running from something. We decided it would be safer to stay together, at least for a while." His voice softened as he spoke, and his face transformed into something more gentle for a second before morphing back into a venomous mask.
 Shit.
She chewed on the inside of her cheek and watched him intently, trying to gauge his sincerity. Fear and anger radiated from him, but he seemed genuine enough. "Why even throw in with Vekkass' crew if you hated it so much? He didn't exactly seem like the deceitful type. What you see is what you get."
"I had no choice."
"We all have a choice." She felt the burn as his eyes met hers.
Jami scoffed. "Vekkass ... If you asked him, he'd say he rescued me from the spice pits on Nimbal."
Sudden cold hit her core as realization struck; she knew of Nimbal, had seen slave transports stop on Sriluur on their way to the planet. "And what would you say?"
Jami bit his tongue and looked away. "I'm not kidding myself. The only reason he kept me around was because I knew my way around a blaster, and the second I stopped being useful, he'd put a bolt through my brain. I did what I had to to survive. I don't expect you to understand."
It felt like a punch to the gut. She had nearly dragged a runaway slave back to his former master. This was all so wrong.
Jami's eyes roved across her face. "Look, I don't … I know I have nothing to bargain with, and you have no reason to help me, but please, I'm begging you ..."
"Go." It took a second before Sinead realized the word had come from her. "Just … go back into the house." She felt Mando's eyes fall on her.
"What do you-" Jami eyed Mando's blaster still aiming directly at him. "You're letting me go?"
Her mouth worked while her brain spun to come up with an answer. "I don't… I don't know."
Slowly, Mando lowered his blaster and nodded once towards the house.
Jami took a step towards the house, pausing for a moment before breaking into a run. The door to the farmhouse banged close behind him, and Sinead closed her eyes. It stung like she had been straining to see for too long.
"What do you want to do?"
She kept her eyes closed. "You're asking me?"
"It's your decision."
She finally turned to look at him; he was watching her intently, head cocked to the side. "We can't drag him back to Vekkass. Hunting a pirate is one thing, but I will not be a slave catcher."
Mando looked at the farmhouse. "He could be lying."
"I don't think he is." She couldn't explain why, but there was something about him that reminded her crushingly about herself. "In any case, I'm sure he's telling the truth about the loot. Look at this place." She spread her arms wide to encompass the barn. "Pure spice from Dubrava will net you more than a rundown farm on some backwater planet. More security, too." She bit her lower lip hard enough to break the skin. "Let's just go back to the ship. I'm sure the kid misses us."
Mando's voice modulator rustled as he sighed. "He'll run."
"Then I guess the decision's been made for us."
Mando shook his head, staring back at the house for a moment as he holstered his blaster. "C'mon, then."
Sinead stopped as they reached the edge of the clearing and looked back. The farmhouse sat cold and dead, a strange grey box amidst the vivid green of the forest. She wondered where they'd go. Then, stepping between the trees, the forest closed around her like a wall.
Mando led the way out of the dell and through the forest. She stared at the fabric of his cloak until her vision filled with grey. With every sodden step, she got further and further away from Kyen, but what was the alternative? How much was she willing to sacrifice to find him?
"What would you have done?"
Mando turned at the sound of her voice, nearly hidden in the perpetual dusk trapped under the canopy. "Does it matter?"
"Just answer the question, please."
His hands flexed in annoyance. "Sinead, I don't ... I don't know. My hunts don't usually end like this. Vekkass is the best lead we have."
Sinead looked down at the water slowly rising around her feet. "We should've just bonked him on the head before he had a chance to talk."
"You wouldn't have wanted that."
Her eyes met his through the helmet, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Suddenly, the forest seemed so quiet. "No. I wouldn't."
A noise echoed through the forest, and Mando drew his blaster, gestured at her to get down.
"Doesn’t sound like an animal.” Sinead hissed.
“It wasn’t.”
Mando retook the lead, moving slowly between the trees, keeping low to the ground. Another sound echoed through the forest closer and louder than before. Mando crouched down behind a fallen tree and signaled her to stop. She sidled up next to him and peeked her head over the moss-covered trunk.
A gunship stood in a small clearing, the metal body nearly black with carbon scoring. Seven sentients filed out of the open side. A Duros tested the springy moss with a foot before stepping out on a tussock. "What a hell-hole." He spied into the darkness with narrowed eyes, and Sinead and Mando ducked down behind the tree. "Who in their right mind would willingly live here?"
“Who in their right mind would steal from Vekkass?" Another voice rang out, to an immediate reprimand from the Duros.
"Not so loud, you idiot!"
Sinead closed her eyes and fought the urge to bang her head against a tree. As if the day hadn't been hard enough already.
"What about the others?"
"We'll go on without them," the Duros said. "Heard from Lenk they've found the ship. They'll try to break through, see if the Mando’s got any neat toys."
Cold fingers of dread closed around Sinead's throat.
"It's fine. S'not like we need 'em."
"What about the Mandalorian?"
"They don't know we're coming. If they've already killed Jami, then one less energy bolt needed, right. Vekkass said he doesn't care about the woman, but he wants the armor. Was a stroke of brilliance, it was, leaving them to do all the heavy lifting.”
Sinead's hand shot out to grab Mando's shoulder a second before he launched himself over the fallen tree; fighting seven pirates would take too long. She stabbed a finger in the direction of the Razor Crest and mouthed for him to go. He looked back towards the pirates and his shoulder tensed under her hand before he nodded once, and she let her hand fall to her side.
Mando disappeared in the direction of the ship while she slunk back the way they came. Once she was out of earshot, she broke into a dead sprint. The forest turned into a green blur as she jumped from rock to tussock to avoid getting caught in the boggy ground. Lungs burned with every breath, and her ears filled with the sound of her own heartbeat.
She bulleted through the thicket that hid the entrance to the dell, ignoring the sting as branches snagged on her clothes and hair. The farmhouse looked small and lifeless. Maybe Jami and his family had already left. She took the steps up to the door in one jump and crashed into the house, the door bouncing off the wall. She found herself in a small kitchen barely big enough to fit a table and four chairs.
Something smashed on the ground.
Jami flew up from a chair, the rifle held in a white-knuckled grip.
"Wait!" She held up her hands. "Don't shoot!"
"What do you want?" Jami's voice shook with every word.
"Vekkass' men ... in the forest ..." a stabbing pain accompanied every word.
"What?"
"I swear they're not with us ..." she rubbed her ribs, making Laar start and reach for a blaster. "They must've followed us from the base. They know you're here." She looked over her shoulder at the wall of green—no sign of them.
"If this is a trick-"
"It's not. Do you have any defenses?"
Laar lifted a shaking hand and pushed his bangs out of his eyes. "N-no. We thought we were safe."
"We were," Jami hissed and pushed his chair away with such force it clattered to the ground. "Until you showed up."
"We don't have time for-" a deep whooshing sound filled the air as something passed overhead. Sinead’s heart skipped a beat as she ran out and looked; the Razor Crest made a turn above the barn, the wind from the turbine flattening the grass and made her braid whip around her head, and it landed heavily on in the muddy pasture.
Sinead was climbing over the fence when the ramp came down, revealing Mando with a pronged rifle in his hands, the kid by his side with one little hand wrapped around the frame of the entrance.
A shout cut through the air, "what's going on?"
Sinead whirled around to see the Togruta boy running outside, the little girl attached to his leg.
"Take Elia back inside," Jami yelled, just as a blaster bolt struck the side of the ship, and all hell broke loose. The first pirate burst into the clearing.
Elia screamed as Jami grabbed her and threw her back into the house, the Togruta following close behind. Sinead jumped behind an empty watering trough just as another bolt whizzed over her head.
Shots rained through the air as more pirates appeared between the trees surrounding the farm. Sinead rolled to avoid getting hit, found her feet and ran to the ship. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a human woman take aim.
Mando ran out of the ship, vaulting over the fence in one smooth motion and sliding behind the remains of the barn door. He fired his rifle, the bolt hitting the human in the chest who disappeared in a cloud of smoldering ash; the stench of plasma and burnt flesh filled the air.
A large Twi’lek rounded the corner of the farmhouse directly behind Jami, who was crouched behind a water-barrel, doing his best to keep the pirates away from the front door. Without stopping, Sinead took aim and fired.
Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of her and she hit the ground with a dull thud. The Duros stood over her; a broad-brimmed hat cast a deep shadow across his face. Her eyes focused on the blaster trained directly at her head.
Sounds of the battle faded out as she stared into the hollow point of the blaster.
The Duros’ face froze in a grin, the blaster tumbled from his hand that stayed outstretched in an awkward position. He made a weak gurgling sound, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Sinead blindly grasped around for her dropped blaster, hands sinking into the soft earth.
Sinead’s ears popped as the Duros was lifted into the air by an invisible string. Whatever force had frozen him in place disappeared, and he thrashed, clawed at her as she got to her feet and looked around.
The child stood at the top of the ramp, tiny hands lifted into the air, wrinkled face contorted in concentration. His body shook like every muscle was tensed, and there was a slight pull on the world she had never felt before.
A bolt shot past her, hitting the pirate in the chest and his body collapsing into ash with a whoomph of sudden vacuum.
The kid slumped to the ground.
She got up on shaky legs. The sound of fighting faded into nothing.
A blaster bolt struck the ramp just below the child, and a current of electricity shocked her into motion; she sprinted towards the ship and scooped the kid into her arms just as another bolt grazed her leg, leaving a burnt strip of flesh across her calf. Then, they were safe inside the ship.
The kid felt weightless in her arms. He stared up at her with heavy-lidded eyes and curled a small hand around a strand of hair which had come loose from her braid.
“Sinead?” Mando stood in the opening, the strange pronged rifle clutched in one hand. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before Mando left the rifle leaning against the wall and pulled the kid out of her arms.
“Wh-what was that?” Her tongue felt thick and unwieldy.
Raised voices cut through his reply, and Sinead moved numbly to the opening; Jami and Laar were in the middle of an argument, heading towards the ship. When they stopped at the bottom of ramp, Laar pointedly didn’t meet her eyes.
"Well, thanks to you, I guess Vekkass knows we're here,” Jami said between clenched teeth.
"He would've found you eventually." Mando reached inside a pouch on his belt and produced the tracking fob that went into a wild staccato beeping. "He has your chain-code. He was about to send someone else when we got there."
"And you decided to take the job."
Sinead swallowed. "He has something I need.
"And what is that?"
"I'm ... I'm looking for someone. Vekkass knew him."
Jami's eyebrows shot up. "From his crew?"
"No. This was before." She didn't know why she couldn't just tell him the truth; if anyone understood it, it would probably be him.
"What are you gonna do now? I doubt he'll welcome you back with open arms."
"You can't stay here. It's only a matter of time before he sends other bounty hunters after you," Mando said.
It dawned on Sinead what he was trying to do. "And they won't be as forgiving as us."
She watched a lot of complicated emotions flicker across Jami's face. "I know." He gave Laar a pointed look. "Unless we take the fight to Vekkass, he'll never leave us alone."
It was like Laar suddenly came back to the moment; he threw his hands into the air with a yell. "Going after him is suicide!"
"Staying here isn’t any better! You want to just keep your head down, hope that he forgets about us?" Jami swung round to face Laar, his lekku twitching with agitation.
"I want us to run!"
"I'm done with running."
Sinead looked away as an embarrassed flush crawled across her cheeks. She wished they would’ve had their argument in private.
Mando cleared his throat, and both men stopped mid yell; Laar looked like he had forgotten that they were even there.
Jami stepped back and pressed a hand to his temple. "You need Vekkass alive. I need him dead. If you help me with this, then I'll do whatever I can to help you find who you're looking for."
The sun glinted on Mando's armor as he leaned on one leg and shifted the kid further up his arm. "You know how we can get inside the station?"
"I’ve got a plan."
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