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Kindred - Chapter One

Kindred.

So I rewatched WW84 two nights ago and the next day I had 5k of Max Lord fic written (idk what happened). But anyway, lmk if you want to see a part 2!

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Chapter 2

Summary: You’ve nannied for your share of families including a lot of workaholic parents but never have you met anyone that runs themselves as ragged as Maxwell Lord seems to.

Tonight a thought occurs to you that maybe Mr. Lord just needs to let go, for one night. And maybe you could give that to him.

Maxwell Lord x f!Reader (Nanny)

Word Count: 4.8k

Notes: Takes place a couple years before the events of WW84. Reader has no defined age so it can be whatever you want. I'm not sure how old Alistair is supposed to be in 84, but in this fic he's about 6ish (so no baby talk or screaming toddlers here folks!).

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut. Oral sex. Explicit language. Light dom/sub. Light bondage (Max's neck tie comes in handy). Max's hair is it's own warning.

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“Hi Mr. Lord” you smile sweetly at your boss as the front door swings open to allow you inside. You’re met, as per usual, by the sight of your employer looking - in a word - exasperated. He sighs when he sees you; in relief you assume, and runs a hand through his golden chestnut locks that constantly fall across his forehead. He’s dressed smartly in a blue pin striped suit with a stark white shirt and navy tie with a gold paisley pattern which hangs loose and slightly askew around his neck. You assume he’s been tugging at it, something you noticed he does when he gets overly stressed which, granted, is pretty often.

You’ve nannied for your share of families including a lot of workaholic parents but never have you met anyone that runs themselves as ragged as Maxwell Lord seems to. You know why he does it; that he’s trying to build an empire, something to leave to his son (with whom he splits custody of with his ex-wife) and to be able to provide everything for his son that he never had. But spending so much time with his son Alistair, you see the other side of it as well and sympathize. All Alistair wants is for his father to actually get home in time to read him a bedtime story, or go to the park for a game of catch, or show up at school for Career Day like everyone else’s parents.

“Thank you for coming so quickly” Maxwell finally breathes as both his hands reach out and grab yours, gently pulling you inside. “My ex-wife had a family emergency with her mother and needed to go out of town and had to drop Alistair off. I know this is normally your week off, I appreciate you coming”

“Of course, Mr. Lord, it’s no trouble, really” you assure him. Truly you didn’t mind, you could always use the extra money. You liked the schedule with the Lord’s. Two weeks on, two weeks off. In your off time from nannying you peddled beauty products and rented a chair at a local hair salon near your apartment. Giving haircuts to suburban housewives was a great way to boost your side business of selling cosmetics and skin care products. You had clients at the salon who would often hire you to come to small lunches they would host for their girlfriends where you could give a small presentation of the products you sold and it was an easy way for you to make money and add to your growing client list. Mr. Lord had even surprised you by becoming a client. He had come home one night to you filling out orders in a receipt book at the kitchen table, a few skin care products strewn about the table as you readied to package them up and he was instantly curious as to what you were selling. You were embarrassed at first, for technically working for your other job while on the clock for him but he instantly waved you off. Alistair had already been asleep for hours and he assured you that not only did he not mind, but he was impressed by your work ethic. He handled a few of the products, carefully reading the small print on the bottles and you noted his curiosity before pulling out the catalog from your purse and suggesting a few items for him to try.

“Makes you glow like a teenager” You had smiled at him as you explained one of the serums to him and he had his checkbook out within minutes, placing his first order.

You would have to rearrange a few of the haircuts you had scheduled for this week but most of your clients were housewives with flexible enough schedules that you were confident you could rearrange them to times where Alistair would be in school, so you weren’t worried about it. And your cosmetic business was mostly a work from home endeavor anyway, aside from the few weekly home deliveries you made which could also be done during school hours. During your “on weeks” at the Lord’s you lived there. It was just easier due to Maxwell’s ever changing and highly busy schedule. He was out of the house at the early morning hours and typically didn’t return until long after the sun was set. Even most weekends he was in and out of the office, trying to be home whenever he could but with his business still being in the early stages of growth, it was a necessary evil.

You were more than just a babysitter for Alistair. You cooked and cleaned and did whatever you could to make Maxwell’s life easier. In the beginning he tried to insist you didn’t need to do as much as you did, that he knew he didn’t pay you enough for all the work you put in, but you quickly brushed him off, ensuring him that not only were you happy to do it, but it gave you something to do when Alistair was asleep or otherwise occupied. He eventually stopped trying, knowing you’d do it regardless, and every few months (presumably when he’d had a good month at work and could afford it) you’d notice a couple of extra bills in the envelope of cash he’d hand you at the beginning of your work week. It wasn’t much, but you appreciated that he appreciated you. At the end of the day you were both just trying to hustle your way through life; Maxwell was just a more successful version of yourself, in a way. You were kindred spirits, it’s probably why you got along as well as you did.

The fact that you found your boss to be devastatingly handsome didn’t hurt either, you supposed.

“Who is it Daddy?” You heard Alistair's excited voice call out as hurried footsteps came barreling towards the front entryway. He slid to a stop in his socked feet and hands instinctively wrapped around his father’s leg as he peered up at you with the same large chestnut coloured eyes as his fathers.

“It’s our Angel, come to save the day again buddy” Max smiled down at his son, ruffling a hand through his dark brown locks.

“So you’re going back to work tonight?” Alistair’s face fell slightly, along with your heart, as his fingers picked absently at the crease in Max’s pant leg.

“Hey,” You quickly sprang into action, squatting down to be eye level with Alistair and nudging at his chin with your finger to get him to look up at you. “I brought you something” you begin, a grin spreading across your lips as you reach into your purse at your side.

“A present?!” Alistair’s eye’s light up suddenly and it makes you smile.

“Well, sort of, but it’s on loan” you explain as you pull the rented VHS tape out of your bag and hold it out in front of you.

“ET!” the boy all but shrieks. His Dad had taken him to see it at the drive-in when it had first come out and he hadn’t stopped talking about it since. When Raquel, Mr. Lord’s assistant, had called you a couple hours ago to explain the situation and asking if you could step in this week, you knew the boy might be overly emotional; his grandmother being ill and his father undoubtedly rushing off to work the moment you arrived at their doorstep. You had a feeling this would cushion the blow and your instincts were right on the money as he jumped up and down excitedly at you.

“Can we put it on now?” He asked, his excitement barely contained as he bounced up and down on his heels.

“Tell you what, why don’t we order a pizza and we can watch it with our dinner”

“Yay!” Alistair shouts, turning on his heel and running off to the kitchen, undoubtedly to browse the pizza menu stuck to the fridge with a magnet.

“I’m getting pepperoni!” You hear him yell from the kitchen and you huff a laugh at his eagerness as you straighten back up and face your employer once again.

“Thank you, honestly sometimes I don’t know what I’d do without you” Mr. Lord tells you honestly and you smile, placing a hand on his bicep.

“Happy to help” you tell him. And you are. Maxwell and Alistair have become this sort of part-time family of yours and you’d do anything for them.

“I better get in there before he starts dialing and orders half the restaurant” you joke before bringing your hands up to fix Max’s tie around his neck until it’s tightened and straight, your hand brushing down the silken material slightly and then patting your palm against it once.It’s something you’ve never done to him before and you have no idea what came over you in the moment, the act feeling strangely intimate but you quickly clear your throat, take a step back and give him an easy smile.

“Don’t work too hard” you tell him before you brush past him to go after Alistair, knowing he won’t actually heed the advice, but you say it anyway.

You hear the front door open and close as you reach Alistair in the kitchen, grabbing the phone off the wall to place the order and get your evening started.

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It’s well past ten when you hear the door open again, signaling Maxwell’s arrival home. You look up from the kitchen table where you’d been flipping through a magazine and watch him as he places his briefcase on the floor before his large frame envelops the open doorway to the kitchen. He leans against the wall, tie hanging loosely around his neck again and hair falling across his forehead.

“Alistair?” He asks hopefully, though you're pretty certain he already knows the answer.

“Asleep” You shrug and his face falls slightly.

“Of course, it’s late” he sighs, pulling his arm up to look at his watch. “Lost track of time I guess” he mumbles and you frown. He looks exhausted, hands running through his hair again.

“It’s getting long” you say, not meaning too it just comes out; occupational hazard you suspect.

“What?” He questions, not sure what you mean.

“Your hair” you nod in his direction. “When was the last time you had it cut?”

“Oh, um, I'm not sure…” Max trails off, thinking. He knows it has been too long. He had to skip his last appointment because an investor meeting had come up and he’d forgotten to ask Raquel to reschedule him.

You stand up, your feet moving of their own accord until you’re standing right in front of him at the kitchen doorway and you bring your left hand up to gently run through the few stray locks that are normally slicked back but have now curtained across his forehead.

“I could trim it for you” you say, your eyes glued to his hair and not even noticing how close you’re standing to him or that his gaze is fixed on you, his Adam's apple bobbing heavy in his throat.

“I… couldn’t ask you to do that” he says finally, running his own hand through his hair as you pull yours away.

“No, really, I insist, come here” you take both your hands and grab for one of his, pulling him further into the kitchen and sliding a chair out.

“I have my stuff here, I was going to give Alistair a trim this week anyway” you shrug. “Sit, I’ll be right back” you instruct and he sighs but dutifully does as you ask.

You return a couple minutes later with your supplies and a towel that you secure around his neck. You go to the sink and fill your spray bottle with water so you can mist it through his hair to get it wet enough to cut before you begin your work.

“You have a great head of hair, I see where Alistair gets it from” you comment as your fingers rake through it from the top of his scalp to the back of his neck. It was true. A lot of your male clients around Mr. Lord’s age were already showing a receding hairline and none of them had hair as thick as his. “I don’t think you have to worry about going bald anytime soon” you joke and you hear him chuckle softly.

“Thank you, you really didn’t have to do this” Max says into the stillness of the room while you continue to trim and run your hands through his hair, ensuring all the ends are even.

“It’s kind of fun when it’s not work,” you shrug. Plus you really didn’t mind running your hands through Max’s hair, not that you’d ever admit that to him. You’d been dying to do it since you met him. Soft, luscious locks begging for a pair of hands other than his own to run through them.

You finish the trim, place the scissors down on the table and take an extra few seconds to run both hands through his hair, your nails raking gently against his scalp as you style his hair the way he likes it.

“There” you smile at your handiwork before reaching for the handheld mirror on the table and holding it up for him to take. His hand wraps around yours on the handle of the mirror as he brings it in front of him, his free hand running through his hair to inspect the length.

“It’s perfect, thank you. Feels much better” he beams at you through the mirror with his megawatt smile that makes your knees weaken and you bite your lip, looking away quickly as heat rises in your cheeks.

“Just glad I could help” you tell him before you untuck the towel from the collar of his dress shirt and sweep it off his shoulders, balling it up before any loose hair falls onto the floor and placing it on the seat of a nearby chair so you can take it to the laundry room later. You're standing up straight behind him again and before you can talk yourself out of it, you rest your hands on his broad shoulders and start kneading, instantly feeling the tight knots of muscles beneath his dress shirt.

“Oh, um” Max startles slightly in the chair, turning his head as far to the side as he can to try and look at you.

“Sorry” you quickly pull your hands from his shoulders as if you’d been burned and Max turns his body in his seat so he’s sitting sideways on the chair, his elbow resting on the back.

“It’s ok” Max assures, large brown eyes looking up at you. “But, you don’t have to… I mean I don’t expect…” he trails off and you quickly come to the understanding that he’s not mad at you for touching him or doesn’t even not want you to.

An idea comes to your head as you stare down at the big puppy dog eyes of the exhausted man staring back at you. A man that deserves so much more than what life has thrown at him. It’s a risky idea, sure, and could potentially ruin everything you’ve built with this family over the last several months but something just comes over you and takes hold and you can’t seem to shake it off.

“Turn your chair around to face me, and bring it forward a bit, away from the table” you instruct, taking a few steps back so he has room. His eyes glance over you for a few moments, studying to see if you’re being serious or not before he finally swallows and nods, silently obeying your orders. He turns the chair and sits on it properly again, his hands going under the seat so he can shuffle it forward slightly so it's not backed right up against the table, his eyes never leaving you from where you stand a foot or so away, leaned against the kitchen island in front of him.

Satisfied with where he sits, you take the two steps across the kitchen to reach him again and your hands go back to his shoulders, this time rubbing up and down the material of the dark blue suspenders for a few moments before your fingers hook underneath them and slide them down his arms. You catch the shudder he releases but neither of you comment on it.

“You’re always working so hard” you sigh as you run a hand through his hair again before bringing it to run down the side of his face and his eyes close voluntarily at your touch. “Taking care of Alistair, of your clients, your business” you continue, both hands now fiddling with the tie at his neck, loosening it further.

“Who takes care of you?” You ask, though not expecting an answer, and he doesn’t give you one. Just swallows thickly instead, breathing heavily through his nose.

You successfully loosen the tie completely before sliding it off of him, wrapping the silk around your hands briefly to feel the fine fabric. You put one hand on his shoulder and step around him until you’re behind him and squat down as each of your hands grab for his arms and pull them behind his back until his wrists are together and you lay the silk fabric of the tie over top of them.

“Is this ok?” You ask, mouth next to his ear now and he quickly nods his head.

“Yes” he manages to breathe out and you go back to your task of securing the tie around his wrists, giving it a gentle tug when you're finished to make sure it's not too tight but also that he can’t wriggle free too easily.

You take a steadying breath while still behind him before raising up to your feet again. You’ve never actually done anything like this before and your hands are nearly shaking, your entire body buzzing with excitement but you try to will yourself to relax. Max needs this, and you can do it. You can give him what he needs and what he’d never ask you for.

Settling your shoulders and holding your head high, you finally step back around him until you’re in front of him again.

“Good boy” you praise him once you’re facing him again; hand coming up to rest on his cheek and he closes his eyes at the warmth of your palm against his skin.

“Poor baby, just needs someone to take care of him, don’t you?” you tease, your thumb brushing against his cheek.

“Yes, Angel” Max sighs, his eyes finally opening again to meet yours. You notice the endearment slip, the same one he had used this morning and it gives you butterflies. You take another steadying breath to reign yourself in so you don't end up untying him and letting him do whatever he wants with you. God knows you want to, but you want tonight to be just for him.

“I’m going to take good care of you, aren’t I Maxwell?” You whisper and his eyes close again upon hearing his first name come from your lips. You had always called him Mr. Lord, but tonight, he was just Maxwell.

Placing a hand on each of his shoulders, you lower yourself onto his lap, straddling him with each of your legs on either side of his and you can feel him already growing hard beneath you. Max’s chest is heaving as he tries to maintain some type of control over his body, his heart beating wildly underneath his pressed white dress shirt as your hands glide up and down from the tops of his shoulders to the middle of his chest.

“I think I like you like this” you purr, lower half grinding up against his to create some friction and a moan slips from his lips as he thrusts his hips up to meet yours. “You don’t have to think, don’t have to act, just be free… just be with me, baby” you tell him before you lean forward and capture his lips with yours, both of you moaning into the kiss when your mouths open and tongues meet. His lips are soft, as soft as you’d always fantasized they’d be. His tongue explores your mouth greedily, desperate to taste every part of you, lick into every cavern. You’d always imagined he’d be a great kisser but you had no idea how amazing he’d be. You’re so lost in the kiss you almost forget your plan all together, wanting to just stay in this moment with him for as long as your lung capacities would allow. Your hands are in his hair now, fingers running through the soft waves, and he groans into your mouth before he pulls back suddenly.

“Angel, please. Let me hold you, touch you” he all but whines, squirming underneath you and you almost break, feeling defenseless against his pleas, but you hold steady and straighten up in his lap again.

“Not tonight baby. Tonight is for you. This is what I want, and you want to please me, don’t you Maxwell?”

“Yes” he nods, his voice trembling.

It’s clear that giving up control is not something Max is used to, but you know he needs it, likes it even - if the evidence currently pressing against your thigh is any indication.

“Good boy” you praise again and when his cock twitches against your leg, your eyebrows raise at him in surprise.

“You like being my good boy, Maxwell?” You tease, rewarding him with a forceful press of your pelvis into his groin and he moans, biting his lower lip.

“Yes”

“You feel so good baby” you moan, rocking into him, your hands around the back of his neck now. “So big and hard for me” you praise and a whine escapes his lips as he tries to meet your thrusts with his own as much as he can within the confines of the chair he’s tied to.

You lean your face forward until your mouth is on the shell of his ear and you gently pull the lobe between your teeth before soothing over it with your tongue. “Want you in my hand, in my mouth” you confess breathily against his ear and he whimpers. “Can I take you out baby?”

Max eagerly nods, not trusting his own voice and you nip at his earlobe again. “Words, baby” you remind him.

“Yes” he breathes. “Take my cock out, it’s yours Angel”

He sounds absolutely wrecked already and you love it. You bring your attention to his waist and pop open the button to his trousers, sliding down the zipper before your hand pushes eagerly inside to cup him over his briefs.

“Oh, baby” Max sighs, hanging his head down so he can see your hand rubbing along his shaft covered in expensive soft black cotton.

“Is this my cock, Maxwell?” You ask, feeling more emboldened by the minute as Max turns into absolute putty under your hands.

“Yes. Fuck. Yeah baby, all yours”

You remove your hand from him for just a few seconds so you can tug his pants down to his thighs and then shove the front of his briefs down so you can take him out of the confines of his underwear and see him in all his glory. And what a glorious site it is, indeed, you think to yourself.

Max hisses when you pull his length out and run your hand down it once. He’s long and too thick for you to be able to wrap your hand all the way around it. The head is dark and purple and already leaking precum. “It’s beautiful, just like you baby” you tell him before you lean forward to press a quick kiss to his lips and smile at him. “Gonna make you feel so good” you promise before easing yourself off of his lap and onto your knees instead and Max groans, tossing his head back.

You start with teasing little licks and kisses to the head before going lower and licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock and Max moans from above you. “Tastes good too” you tell him before your mouth closes around the fat head and sucks gently, causing Max to buck his hips up into you.

“Stay still” you scold, immediately taking your mouth off of him to look up at him. “Don’t be a naughty boy” you warn as you grip both of his thighs tightly.

“Oh, fuck” Max groans, eyes closing and head falling back again. It's clear he’s loving this, loving you being in control of him. Another bead of precum dribbles out and slides down his dick and you quickly duck down to catch it on your tongue and lick a stripe up his length again. This time Max remains still, his breaths coming out harder through his nose as he concentrates on remaining still.

“Good boy” you praise before bringing your whole mouth down on him, swallowing down as much of his length as your throat will allow and repeating the process over and over, head bobbing up and down on his cock with enthusiasm.

“Oh baby, shit. Holy shit Angel” Max whines as he watches you choke on his dick. Your eyelashes flutter up at him as you watch him watch you. He looks completely fucked out, his pupils blown wide, shoulders tense under the white dress shirt where he’s pulling against the restraints behind him, desperate to reach for you, to touch you.

You moan into his cock. Watching him completely lose himself in you is doing all kinds of things to your body. You can feel yourself soaking your panties, getting off on the pleasure you’re giving him and you bring a hand up to wrap around his length and work him up and down for what your mouth can’t reach.

When the back of your throat needs a break you focus your mouth on his head instead, swirling your tongue around and underneath the tip while your hand continues pumping his shaft, wet with your saliva and easily sliding up and down the length.

“Oh Angel, you feel so fucking good” Max praises.”Oh fuuuuuuck” His breathing has become even more erratic and you know he’s getting close so you double your efforts, taking his whole length in your mouth again and hollowing out your cheeks as you slide him down your throat and swallow. The sounds of wet saliva and your lips smacking and swallowing his cock are positively sinful as they bounce off the kitchen walls and back to your ears and it urges you on, bobbing faster and faster up and down his cock, your hand pumping and gently squeezing him in tandem with your mouth.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Baby!” Max whines and you know it's a warning. Rather than lifting off of him you moan into him instead and continue sucking and tugging at him, urging him to finish in your mouth.

“Oh Christ, Angel. I’m coming, I’m coming. Fuck!” Max warns before you feel his hot spend hit the back of your throat in spurts and you continue moaning and swallowing around his cock, milking him of every last drop until his hips finally still and you swallow once more before releasing him with a pop and laying your head to rest on his thigh to take a breath.

“Oh my God” Max heaves a sigh and you feel all the tension leave his body and a smile crosses your lips. You move your head forward just a little to press a kiss to his shaft before you straighten up on your knees again and tuck him back into his underwear.

“Angel, fucking untie me, please” he begs desperately and you quickly oblige him, reaching behind the chair to tug at the knot until it comes free, the silk falling to the floor and Max’s arms shoot out the moment they’re free and tug you up off the floor and back onto his lap as his strong arms circle around your back and hold you tight to his chest, hugging you like you’re a life raft and he could just float away into nothing if you weren’t there to anchor him.

“Angel you are so perfect to me” he sighs, nuzzling against the side of your face.”I… didn’t even know I needed that” he admits and you smile, leaning back so you can look at him.

“I know baby” you coo, running a hand through his hair again before resting it on his cheek. “Told you I’d take care of you”

“And… I want to take care of you, too” Max shrugs, his eyes pleading with yours as his hands run absently across your back.

“Another time” you tell him, pressing a kiss to the tip of his strong nose. Max’s shoulders fall but he nods in understanding.

“Do you promise?” He asks, bringing his large hands to run up and down your sides.

“I promise, Mr. Lord” you smile sweetly at him.

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Chapter two

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suzakisbbygirl · 10 months

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While fighting with my mom he called me a bitch in public and my mood is low so sword leaders what would their reaction be if their girlfriends had experienced something like this can you write something about it (:

Nooo I’m so sorry to hear this babes! I know this was requested a while ago, but i wish there was more that I could do to help.

Regardless, I hope this helps a little and I hope you enjoy!

Much love ~ ember

SWORD Leaders Reaction to Their GF Being Upset

You just got into an argument with someone who you are close with, and it really upset you. Being that the argument was in public, there wasn’t much you could do about it, attempting to seem fine so that there is no more attention drawn to you. Later after leaving the person that you got into the argument with, you meet up with your boyfriend

Cobra:

As soon as you meet up with cobra, he can tell that something is off with you

He lets you get settled first before asking any questions

When he does ask, he makes sure to let you know that you don't have to say anything if you don't want to

But also, he wants to know if its a situation where you need comforting, or if he needs to kick someone’s ass

Cobra always creates a comfortable environment for you, so if anyone else is around, he will take you somewhere to talk just the two of you

He won't press too hard to get information, but you tell him anyways, knowing that he's deciding what his next move will be

When you tell him about the argument, he listens carefully, taking in everything that you say

When you finish talking, he throws his arm around your shoulders, and wipes away your tears of frustration so so so gently

He starts telling you all of the things that he loves about you, though he doesnt tell you what he's doing at first

When you finally ask why he's bringing up all of these different things about you, he calmly replies “I’m telling you all of the reasons I love you”

He says it so calmly, it catches you off guard, but still brings a smile to your lips, and a flutter to your heart

He pulls you in for a gentle, yet passionate kiss, taking your breath away, per usual

For the rest of the night, he is doing whatever you want

You want to walk around the city? Done. You want to get dinner? Yes. Take out and a movie? He’s already got your favorite ordered and on the way

Spends time playing with your hair, or doing whatever calms you down, because he knows it eases your mind

Continues to tell you things that he loves about you throughout the day, he just can’t help himself

Overall, he is your comfort person, and shows it most in times like this

Rocky:

The second that Rocky sees that you are upset, hes interrogating the other members of White Rascals trying to figure out who had the audacity to hurt you

Being the woman protector that he is, he doesn't even ask at first, he's just ready to fight anyone and everyone

He hates seeing you upset more than anything

Yes he protects all women, but you are HIS woman, and he takes that very seriously

You will probably have to step in to calm him down and tell him what happened

When he finds out it was someone that you are close with, he knows that there isn’t much that he can do

Shuts down the club for the night cause he doesn't want to risk anyone hurting you further

Treats you like royalty for the rest of the night, honestly for the rest of the week

Gets all of your favorite things without asking, plus some extra little presents to cheer you up

Let’s you talk his ear off and let out all of your frustrations

Even offers to let you punch him thinking that could possibly make you feel better

Poor baby just wants to help, but he doesn't always know how to

He’s used to taking care of women from trouble, not from someone close to you upsetting you

It’s a new situation for him, yet he does his best to make you happy again

Another guy who will do anything and everything that you want to do

There are no limits when it comes to you, and he will do everything in his power to bring the beautiful smile back to your face

Overall, he's the one who will go out of his way to make you happy again, no matter what it is, and will do everything he can to protect you from this in the future, knowing that things like this happen anyways

Murayama:

Murayama at first is a little nervous, when you walk in upset

He’s not the best at comforting, being that he would rather just fight the other person and let go of whatever it was

But when it comes to you, he's such a teddy bear

Immediately dismisses anyone that is around, he loves you, but he can’t let others see him being soft with you (something that you understand)

His soft side is for you and only you, and he told you early on in the relationship that he would show this, so of course you understood why he sent everyone else away

The second that the two of you are alone, he goes into a slight panic mode

“Who hurt you? Who am I fighting? Where are they?” Like Rocky, he does not ask what happened, just asks who he's fighting

When you tell him it was someone you are close with, he instantly pulls you into a hug, still not asking about the situation

He knows that you feel better simply from his hugs (i just know this man gives the best hugs), so before he asks he embraces you tightly

Freaks out again when he hears your sniffles, “no no baby I’m sorry I didn't mean to make you cry!” Hugs you tighter

His mind is so all over the place, you might have to comfort him a little too lol

The rest of the night he is spending quality time with you

Takes you for a stroll around town, cooks dinner for you, has your favorite movie ready to go, and a soft blanket for the two of you to share

Plays with your hair, draws little circles on your skin, tells you jokes, literally anything to comfort you

Probably sends someone to tell the person who hurt you that if they do it again, they’re gonna be dealing with him personally

He wants to go beat up the person right then and there, but he knows that he needs to stay with you, you are his top priority with everything he does

Overall, such a softie, and tries to keep calm, but he hates seeing you upset, and honestly it makes him upset too, but as much as he wants to go fight, he takes care of you first

Smoky:

When you meet up to see Smoky, he takes one look at you and knows that something is up

Before you even get to him, he is up moving to meet you

No words, he just instantly pulls you into a hug. (Best hugs pt.2)

As soon as the others see this, they leave, not wanting to provoke either of you

The two of you stand there for a while, just embracing each other, while the tears fall from your eyes

He doesn't care about the tears on his shirt, he is only concerned about you

After some time, he pulls away and looks you deep in the eyes, and again without words, you know that he's asking you what happened

After you tell him about the incident, he comforts you some more, telling you that whatever the other person said is wrong, and that you are the most amazing person he has ever met

Acts of service for the rest of the night, you won't even have to lift a finger

He’s making you tea, food, dessert, he's got all of the most comfortable blankets reserved for you, he would even give you a foot massage if you asked him to

He just wants to take care of his girl, you’re everything to him

Seeing you upset absolutely breaks his heart, there is nothing that hurts him more than this

He would take you to the top of one of the towers of Nameless City, just so the two of you could see the city lights and the stars

And he would continue to tell you how amazing you are and how in love he is with you

Comfort king 100%

He would refuse to stop pampering you, even if you tell him you’re feeling better, honestly will probably pamper you for weeks upon weeks

Overall, best boy Smoky is the acts of service kind of guy, he wouldn’t even think of leaving your side unless you asked him too, he knew that if he needed to take care of the other person he would have plenty of time to do it later, so you are his top priority

Hyuga:

Honestly I don't think Hyuga will pick up on anything until he sees you actually crying

He doesn't notice until someone asks how your day was, and you’re on the verge of a breakdown right then and there

That’s when he kicks everyone out of the room, shuts the doors, and walks back over to you

He’s rather calm about the entire situation, and honestly seems uninterested, but since you know him, you know that he is listening to everything you are saying, even through the sobs

After he hears the whole story, he calmly gets up and walks out the door leaving you alone for a few minutes

When he returns, he has freshly made tea, snacks, and tissues for you

He takes one of the cars, and takes you for a long drive with no destination, blasting your favorite songs and just letting you take in everything as he simply admires you

He knows all of the things that calm you down, but he also knows the fastest way to cheer you up is a long drive with good music

When the two of you return, he takes you to the roof of the Daruma house and watches the stars with you (well, you’re watching the stars, he's watching you)

He knows that he isn’t the best with words, but he still gives you compliments here and there, he would just rather show his love for you, and doing all of your favorite things to cheer you up is one of those ways that he shows his love

Throughout the night he simply holds you, knowing you feel the most protected in his arms

He talks to you about simple things that are on his mind to distract you from thinking about earlier events

Things like the stars, to random conspiracy theories, anything to keep your mind away from being hurt

He will talk to the person the next day without a doubt, giving them a rather concerning yet brief warning not to hurt you again

But for now, he just wants to take your mind away from everything, and to make you feel safe and loved

Again, he might not be the best with words, and he might seem like he doesn't care a lot of the time, but his actions tell you everything you need to know

Overall, another comfort king, he struggles to tell you how me loves you with words, but will do anything he can to show it to you, and will always be there to protect you

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Grovel

Warnings: none.

Author's Note: It's funny because if my friends (who have been trying to get me to watch Star Wars for years) had told me that Anakin is hot (lol get it because Mustafar) I would have watched the series a lot sooner.

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“What the kriff was that?” You burst into the briefing room.

Anakin turns to you, the rest of the politicians following his action. Once he sees who it is that interrupted his report, he curses silently, fear taking over his expression.

“Everyone out.” The general demands. He cannot afford any witnesses.

The politicians slowly cycle out, squishing between you and the doorframe as you refuse to move from your defensive stance in the middle of the action. Mumbles of “sorry” and “pardon” are directed towards you every so often, no one brave enough to ask a decorated war hero to move.

Once everyone is out, you slam the door shut, not breaking your gaze from where he is quite literally shaking in his boots.

Silence envelopes the room. Both wait for the other to speak in what has to be the most uncomfortable tension in the galaxy.

Not one minute passes before Anakin starts to speak.

“Baby, I apologize-”

You cut him off with a laugh. “You apologize. That’s cute, honey.”

Anakin sighs. “I don’t know what you’d want me to do.” And he really doesn’t- he’s never screwed up this badly, and especially not on a mission that you orchestrated. He doesn’t know the protocol to calm you or even just apologize.

You tilt your head in interest. The gears start turning in your mind, thinking of the best way to pay your lover back for his abominable performance today, just as he has done many times before to you. It’s only fair.

“I’d have you get on your knees.” And you wait.

Anakin closes his eyes briefly before bending himself down to his knees. And though it wounds his ego in more ways that he can imagine, he pushes through the emotional hurt for you.

You notice his hesitation, a pleased expression overcoming your face. Again, it’s only fair. Even if that means his ego is shattered into hundreds of miniscule pieces.

“Now grovel.”

“Y/n-”

“Grovel.”

The silence returns, with you staring him down fiercely and him fighting everything that has been shoved at him by the Order in order to fulfill your wishes. It takes one, two minutes of this back-and-forth before he finally comes up with the words, ready to lay them at your feet in hopes of forgiveness.

“Baby. My love. Y/n. I am so sorry for my actions and am willing to do anything to make it up to you.”

You tilt your chin up as he speaks, eyes softening.

“My apologies can only go so far, so I offer you myself along with any other future opportunities. I can only hope that you take this with grace, even though I know fully well that I do not deserve even that.”

Maker, if anyone walked in and saw the great Anakin Skywalker on his knees for a warrior of your sort, begging for forgiveness, he’d get kicked off this planet.

You, however, don’t care in the slightest. So you let him kneel in the tense atmosphere for a minute more before gesturing for him to rise, signifying that his groveling did indeed work and he is free to go.

“That will do, I suppose.” You admit somewhat begrudgingly.

“Thank you, Y/n.” Anakin strides over to where you stand, lowering his forehead to rest on yours. “And when I offered myself, I meant it.” He grins, some of his ego returning.

“Ani.” You sigh exasperatedly. “But yeah, I know.”

“So if you know… I’m only saying, we do have some free time. I was almost finished with my report anyways, and you don’t have anything on your schedule today, last I checked.” He bites his lip in anticipation.

You groan, not willing to admit that he’s right. “You’re the worst.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night.” Anakin finishes off strong. You push at his face, trying to smother your smile before he catches sight of it. He doesn’t mind at all, moving your hand to an angle where he can coat your knuckles in innocent kisses.

“Fine,” you give in. “But we’re going to the beach if you want alone time with me.”

Anakin throws his head back and whines. You pay no attention to it whatsoever.

“We can set up a blanket on the sand, maybe walk around in the sand, throw some sand around-”

“OK, Ok. I get it.” Anakin interrupts you, laughing. “Let’s just go to my room. Come on, while Obi-Wan can’t see.” He lightly grabs your forearm, whisking you away to his room while you think on how to get some sand in his bed.

It’s only fair.

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This is again for my own entertainment. I like to write even if im not the best at it. I like to use pictures and gifs in my stories it makes it more theatrical in my mind. I redo sentences and add stuff all the time cause I continuously reread my stuff and try to fix things. I hope everyone enjoys and i hope all of you have a good day. ❤️

Miles pov

Light blind my foggy eyes everything coming slowly into view when something big and blue takes up the most of my view

“Colonel, can you hear me?”. A blue savage is starring down at me and my first reaction is to punch the hell out of them.

Everything is jumbled as i dont know where i am or whats going on just that i have a hostile near me and i need to get the hell up out of here. More hostile show up all i can do is take swings at them as they try to grab me and hold me down. The first one from before is now infront of me again. While the others all hold me back.

“Hold him! Calm down colonel! Come on its me corporal wainfleet!

I finaly take a breath and focus on the face in front of me. Wait did that thing said he was corporal wainfleet. What. Squinting at the Navi in front i see it actually does look like Lyle but blue

“Lyle? Is it you?”

“Yes and Z-dog and Fig.” Lyle says gesturing to the two navis respectfully holding me.

I take a moment and collect myself

“Just let me go. I'm completely calm.” I can see they all slightly hesitate but do so anyway, still keeping their hand up just in case I start swinging again. But i don't care about them right now i'm looking down and finally notice my own two fists are no longer the tan skin I'm used to, instead they are blue. No it can’t be. I push Wainfleet aside and go toward the giant glass window in front of me. One of those savages stares back at me from the mirror. Hands moving the same as mine eyes blinking the same everything.

“Well ain’t this a bitch.” I say now realizing what has become of me.

After being checked out by the scientist I'm reunited with wainfleet and ordered to watch some video from my past or some shit like that.

“Attention two minutes until we hit the surface.”

I just ignore the soldier barking orders at me floating around trying to watch the video I've been told I have to. Once it starts my previous self shows up on the screen. All tan skin and gray hair. Tough guy military stance through and through

“ In case you were in doubt you are Colonel MIles Quaritch, just younger, taller, bluer and less pretty.”

I just huff at my former selfs gusto.

“In six hours I will attack the Navi fortress. It was thought advisable that I make this backup. Parker what the hell else do i need to say to this.”

“Just remind him how it works anything else you need him to know yada yada”

“ Freaking useless” I hear the former human say under his breath.

“Your memories and your personality are going to be sent back to earth where you are being cultivated just like the other lucky sobs of our team. You are a recombinant soul with my memories and my charm. You wont be able to remember my death because it won't happen.”

A chuckle occurs from over the humans shoulder, a female chuckle

“Miles are you guys just now doing your daily video logs cause if you are i'm gonna have to write you up.”

A woman appears behind miles, everyone else in the background looking sheepish until she fully enters the frame. She is gorgeous. Her smile breathtaking, making my heart pulse loudly a low pur coming from my blue chest.

“Hello there darlin. How’s the baby.?”

Baby? What baby? Is all i can think, attention directly on the video playing as my tail flags anxiously behind me. Stupid thing.

“Jr is fine he’s at his check up asleep waiting for the nurses to finish all the scans i thought i would check in on yall, what are you all doing all secretly up in here hmm”

“Nothing darlin, Parker just making us all catch up on our chores right guys. I hear yes and aye aye from the background”

“Well if you guys would just do what you're supposed to you wouldn’t get in trouble.”

“Your right darlin. Why are you in here though aren’t you tired.”

“I am but just because I had a baby doesn’t mean I can’t help out. The lab people are running around and I'm just making sure everyone is where they are supposed to be.”

“Well why don't you go back to our room and sleep darlin i'll make sure your job is all done ok and i'll pick up jr.”

“Miles, if I didn’t know any better I would say you're trying to get rid of me. Not at all mamas, I just want you and the little one to be all rested.

“Sure. Fine ill let you get back to your little video.”

The woman moves off my predecessor's lap but not before bending down to cup his face, planting a quick kiss on his lips. I notice a ring around her finger. So she wasn’t just a baby momma she actually meant something to him, to me. As she slips away the original faces back at the camera and measures it with a tight look

“That right there is something very important. She means the world remember that soldier with out her you ain’t got nothin. Now she doesn’t know whats about to go down. Or maybe she does i dont know, shes quicker than she looks. But remember she is to be protected. Whatever happens you as a clone have two objectives, the most important: take care of that beautiful thing you just saw. And secondly get revenge on the man who almost took her away Jake Sully. Remember that a marine can never be defeated. You can kill us but well just regroup in hell. Semper fi.”

“Ohrah” I hear Lyle say floating in front of me.

“Lyle, who was that?”

“Who was who, Colonel, the girl?

“Yeah”

“Oh that was y/n”.

“y/n” memories start flooding my mind I can hear her voice. Smell her scent. Feel her hands caress my face.

“She was important to me huh?”

“Yeah she was your fiancé. She was part of our team remember

“Yeah i think but i don't remember everything”

“It’s cool colonel give it a bit they said we'll get all our memories back in time”

“Wait you said she was part of our team right.”

“Yeah colonel she was a great field medic but also a great soldier”

“What happened to her?”

“I, I, actually don't know, I don't remember!, hey geeks were missing someone.” Lyle yells over to the scientist but before they can answer we hear the landing protocol go into effect. I guess we'll deal with this when we get to the ground.

After we get to the ground i half pay attention to what ever they yell at us. More focused on seeing my team and finding out what happened to y/n. I drop the subject for the Moment as i go over to the rest of my team to start our briefing

“Well lady’s we are definitely not in Kansas anymore. We’re on our way to pandora. I know you're all asking yourselves the same question: why so blue?”

Chuckles go around as the twelve sets of eyes focus on me.

“The sins of the past have made us reborn in the form of our enemies. We have their size, their strength and their speed, added to our training its a powerful cocktail”.

“We got a mission?”. Lopez asks from his set in the back

“We do. Our mission is to find and kill the leader of the Navi rebel army. They call him Toruk makto. We called him Jake sully.”

“But before we get to hunting I know you’ve all noticed we're missing a body here”.

“Yeah where is y/l/n.”

“I dont know yet zdarnski but trust me i'm going to find out so till then you all go about your business while i figure out mine.”

Lyle is at my six as we stalk through the base looking for the head a General Ardmore.

“Colonel there they are”, Lyle points over to a middle aged woman head bitch energy radiating from her. Emphasis on the bitch

“General Ardmore” i say standing at the ready in front of the small woman

“Nice to meet you, Colonel. I hear good things. But a lot has changed since you were last here. Come”

“She gestures walking through the bridehead”

“The new command center here has just been commissioned. The crowd fitters can erect a building in six days. We’ve done more here in one year than in the previous 30 years. No longer is our mission her to mine. It’s to tame. We are here to make pandora the new home of humanity. But before we can do that we have to pacify the savages, Sullys whims have become bolder and more frequent. His attacks are well executed. Good coordination between the troops. We only know that they are probably hiding out between the hallelujah mountains and we are still unable to flush them out. That is where your team will come in.”

“That’s all and well but I do have a pressing matter to deal with first.

“And what is that colonel?

“I seem to be missing an important member of my team.

“Ahh yes come with me”

She leads Lyle and i around to a lab looking sector. The ceilings were thankfully high enough we didn't have to crouch. It was just getting through doors that sucked. Taking sips of the co in my mask we come to a giant window, probably looking into a lab. The general presses a few buttons and the once dark glass now becomes clear. A Navi women who looked very much like y/n

“No.”

“Sorry general i know you had relations with this women when you where human is that correct”

“To my knowledge yes but none of the files said she had died.”

“Yes, well with what we found we were able to determine she died of blood loss during the battle of hometree. She and another soldier were both gunned down by the natives.”

My hands just clenched into fists as I continued to stare at the young women behind the glass.

“Since she was part of your unit and a capable soldier she was also made part of project phoenix. Although due to her health problems her backup was from a much earlier date then the rest of you. Like you all she went back to her twenty year old self with her memories being uploaded from the video logs she did before the battle. Like you all as well she doesn’t remember or know of her death. Unlike you though We had to take more liberties with some of her memories since she was very personable with the traitors during you time which is why i have a hard job for you colonel”

“And what would that be”

“I want you and your unit to keep a very close eye on Corporal y/l/n here to make sure she stays on mission. Got it”

“Understood general.”

“Good she should be woken up soon and the scientist think it would help for you to be there. They’ll contact you when they are ready till then im sure you both have other people to notify.

Your pov

Everything hurts. My body feels like I’ve never moved but over worked every muscle at the same time. My ears are ringing and my eyes sting. What is going on? Did I get sick overnight or something? Damn. I hear clapping and a few snaps next to my ears startling me, probably one of the others messing with me but I can’t bring myself to swat at the sound.

“Corporal can you hear us”

“Huh”

“Corporal i need you to open your eyes if you can

Wait am I in medical right now what happened?

“I slowly open my eyes, a bright light flowing into them

“Responses look good. Ok corporal y/l/n can you look at us please”

I finally turn my head and see a nurse. A tiny nurse. What the hell?I try to swing up quick but everyone goes on to try and calm me down, everyone is tiny looking and starting to freak me out. But suddenly blue flashes in my peripheral

“Darlin, I need you to calm down.”

Wait, that voice that's Miles, miles will help me. I quickly turn to look at the voice of the man I love when a male navi stares back at me. My jerk reaction is to push him away. Some unknown man staring at me while I feel like I've been drugged yeah that's a no go situation but the male grabs on hard to my arms. It’s not until I go to push again that I notice my arms aren't my arms

“Darlin, I need you to calm down and take a breath real quick, ok.”

I'm just frozen in shock

“ Quartich?”

“Yeah l/n it’s me”

I then turn and see the other avatar that tried to grab me looked familiar as well

“Wainfleet?”

“Hey sweet cheeks.”

Miles just growls out at Lyle and that when I know for sure it’s my miles that’s standing in front of me. The boys get me to calm down as the doctors now look me over. I myself am too busy staring in the Mirror at my new body to pay attention to anything they say. Wainfleet had taken up a spot along the wall in my view to give me some reassurance. While miles had gone off to speak with someone I just continued to stare. It was me that looked in the mirror but it wasn’t me that looked back.

After getting my bill of health, some fresh clothes and a run down on the co2 mask and where i have to use them. Miles and Lyle escort me to our new quarters. Entering everything is gigantic. It would probably be comical if any normal humans saw it.

“L/N” I hear called out loudly as a body comes crashing with mine.

It’s Z-dog with lopez and mansks not far behind her behind all the others also standing to come greet me

“Wow zdinarsk it you i'm so glad to see you again.”

I grab and hug z much to her jargon.(she’s not really a hugger) Lopez and Mansks also come over and pull me into a quick hug, everyone else nodding at me with a smile on their face.

“Look At you all. It’s kinda weird everyone being blue.”

“Don’t you know it” Hear ja call out from the back of the group

Everyone just laughing as miles and Lyle rejoin everyone now that i've been reintegrated

“Well would you look at that, the whole squad together again.” Lyle says tucking me and z in each arm squeezing us into his side. We both just exchange a glance before brushing him off onto the floor, everyone else laughing.

“That's enough ladies. I hear miles shout into the room”

“You all know you rooms we'll meet back here tomorrow morning o700 hours”

Roger colonel. Everyone just salutes and goes back to goofing around or going to their designated quarters. I kind of just stand there like a deer in headlights watching it all. Taking in everyone’s new faces and body’s. My family is back together again and right now that's all I can find it in me to care about.

The next couple of days are very tiring. Training to get back into shape and familiar with our new body’s strength and size. Miles is a constant by my side, us practically going right back to where we left off. But it feels like i'm forgetting something, something important, it's on the tip of my tongue but it wont come out.

I see Miles get particularly more on guard whenever the general comes around to visit, always throwing quick glances at me. I have to admit the woman rubs me the wrong way but I'm grateful to her and the rda for bringing me and my family back together again. But thats where my loyalties end. The others all go back into their roles in the group, no one really focusing on the past or what happened to them more inclined to stay in the present and think of the future. We’re finally given the go ahead to search the area, while i don't agree with trying to capture anyone i have no choice but to follow our orders to find a person called toruk makto.

We get into the Forrest everything is beautiful. I always thought pandora was beautiful but being able to experience it with out a mask is crazy. Walking under gigantic leafs i just take my hand up and spin under it filling its soft texture. Lyle laughs at my childishness but I can’t tell he thinks its cool out here judging by the look on his face when a bunch of helicopter lizards Kenten if i remember correctly start flying around us.

Miles stops and gives the order to fan out in the clearing. I see its an old shack. But why is it out here and why is it so familiar?.Before i can think more miles tells me to survey the surrounding area.While he and two others go survey the field I do as he says not wanting to question things in a possibly hostaile invironment

Miles pov

We make it the last known location of Jake sully. Not wanting to compromise y/n i have her survey the surrounding area as myself Lyle and zdog approach the old shack. Z and Lopez scope the shack as Lyle and i survey the ruins of an old amp suit.

Scrapping the moss off the side i see it was my old amp suit. There’s no body inside just the remnants of broken glass and a old arrow sticking through the seat.

“Lyle see what you can pull of this thing.”

I stand up taking a breath my eyes finding y/n looking at some plant growing on a tree. A smile wide on her face. It calms me to watch her be at peace.

“Here you go sir.” Lyle hands me a screen to watch the amp final moments

On the screen i see jake in his avatar form all dressed up for war.

But then i see y/n. Human y/n stumbling into the clearing and standing between us.

What the fuck are you doing there darlin. I say to my self my eyes still glued to the screen.

She’s trying to talk us both down. And i can tell by my former selfs body posture falling that whatever shes saying is working. That is until i hear her scream at something behind me. The angle turning quickly to be meet with the female savage jake had found. And a very familiar arrow coming straight toward me

The screen changes once more to y/n above me tears in her eyes and thats where it all stops

That bastard killed me. But wait y/n was there I thought the general said she was with another soldier when she was gunned down. I have so many questions im unable to process as a crunching noise comes from the brush off in the distance

Your pov

The old battle ground makes me unsteady like an impending dread that fills my heart

Miles and the others have all made sure I’m not really part of whatever they are doing I’m just perimeter surveillance I know miles is having the same issues I am but he’s pushing through

I see something white float through the sky. It's an Atokirina, it's beautiful almost like the seeds of a dandelion, It floats peacefully towards me. I hold out my palms as it grows closer and closer gently landing in my outstretched hands. Just as the seed setteles in my hand i hear yelling form the group behind me. I run back to the group gun ready to some face to face with Navi children being manhandled by the others

Hey wait they’re just kids. I try to get out but the others ignore me. I try again but the words stop when i see a human boy as well. Covered in blue strips with a mask on his face.

Miles pov

Three Navi children and a human are all captured in a second. I look over them all seeing they look somewhat like us. The young male has eyebrows and a very familiar looking face. Lyle points out that he thinks we have half breeds on our hands holding up the older girls hand to show five fingers. Now that got my attention

“Show me you hands kid” The kid just flips me off. Now i know there’s no doubt why the kid looks familiar. He looks like his father

“Your his”

I can hear y/n calling out to us to calm down and that they where just kids but I force myself to ignore her. It’s not till I go towards the youngest one that I see the human that was with them closely.

His hair is matted into dreads and he has blue stripes painted on him

He also looks familiar

“What’s your name kid?”

“Spider, spider l/n

“Miles?”

No one calls me that.”

Before I can say anything else I hear a sharp gasp from behind me. Y/n pushing through us to go towards the boy.

Your pov

“Wait your name is miles.” I say staring at the young boy. The longer I look the more the pain in my head and heart grow, I can feel myself starting to hyperventilate. The longer I stare into the child’s blue eyes. Eyes that reminded me oh so much of the man I love.

“But that's impossible the rda wouldn’t have left you here. They were supposed to take care of you” I can’t even make a complete thought as my hands gently try to reach out to the boy ghosting over his arms and face

The tears are blurring as the child just stares at me in shock

“Mom?”

“My baby” is all I can choke out before the ringing in my head turns up to a thousand

Spiders pov

The female is looking at me with tears in her eyes as she crouches down to be height level with me. It’s starting to freak me out but I can’t look away from her. Like there’s a string pulling my to go to her and giver her a hug but that’s stupid she obviously just another soldier just like quartich. But…..Wait it can’t be. The more I look at her the more familiar she becomes. She looks just like the photo I have. The slope of her nose and cheeks. The shape of her face and as she smiles at me is when it hits me

“Mom?”

Miles pov

I can tell she’s shocked seeing the kid. I know I should pull her back before something bad happens but my body won’t move my mind not wanting to take this from her. It’s not until she yells out that I finally move

“Y/n.” I just charge over to her grabbing and pulling her away from everything back into the opening field.

“Y/n,Y/n look at me what’s wrong “

“My head miles I.”

“Shh it’s ok just breath lyle come here”

Lyle bounds over and takes my silent command to look after y/n while I go and speak with spider

The sully kids pov

Why is that lady on the ground and what’s going on?, are all the kids can think as they continue to struggle against the people holding them. It’s not until they hear the words “my baby come”from her is that they realize the avatar in front of them was none other than the y/n l/n spider's mother. Come back from the grave just like quartich. It is impossible, wait till dad sees this. A broken yell breaks them out of their silent conversation as they see y/n no longer in front of spider but now on the ground clutching her head, Quartich and the bald one next to her. All of the others look at them and her with worry evident on their faces. She obviously means something to all of them

Miles pov

Taking in the surroundings I go and radio to the bridge head our location and how I need a pickup when getting a confirmation i walk back over to the sully boy.

“Ok kids here’s what’s going to happen you All are going to deliver a little message to you dad for me.” I slap a com link in the boys hand and stare him down

“Your daddy needs to give himself up while I’m still being nice. And if he doesn’t there’s going to be an all out manhunt for him and your family got it.

The kid just hisses at me.

“And to make sure you all deliver my message spider here is coming with us”

“What no let us go the older female screams”

All of the kids are struggling to protect their friend. I have to admit I was glad he had such loyal friends.Shaking my head a squashing those feelings down

“Let the kids go”

“What but sir “

“Just do it we need to leave”

The others toss the kids away from them guns raising to make sure none of the little shits attacked us while our backs were turned

Taking spider in hand I shove him towards Lyle. Exchanging the struggling teen for the hurt women. Holding y/n close as the chopper starts to come into view. The rain has started casting the clearing into darkness. My team continues to watch my back protecting me and y/n from the sully kids and the danger that may lurk behind them. It’s not till I hear a clear yipping sound call through the air and see the children all react to it. That I know he’s out there. Him and that she demon he married. The sound comes again and the children book it out of the clearing back into the safety of the trees. Ordering the team to load up and placing y/n in Mansks arms I decide to turn back surveying the trees. That’s when a shadow in one of the large trees catches my attention. It moves slightly as another one comes into view just below it.

“Jake!!!” I yell out. “I know you're out there sully. I hope with this I’ve gotten your attention. Tell you boy there to relay my message. I’ll be seeing you again real soon.” I hop into the chopper and we quickly make our ascent back towards the bridgehead.

Back at the bridgehead spider is taken to a holding room per the general's orders now while I don't agree I had more pressing matters on my hand.

Y/n looked exhausted, her eyes sunken and ears and tail twitching everywhere.

“Darlin how you feel?”.

“My head is killing me.”

“The science pukes said it would pass. Everything will be ok

“No, everything will not be miles. I'm so confused about what is going on. Why are we after Jake? I thought Jake was our friend

“Well that’s a long story. Here what's the last thing you remember.

“From when I was human.?”

I just nod tail flicking behind him worriedly

“I remember you proposing and I remember being assigned to help Jake and the science group, I remember having our son and being so happy. but after that nothing…. Now you tell me what am I missing.

“A lot happened darlin. While Jake was on our side he and the others decided to turn their backs on humanity. They…

“What do you mean turn their back on humanity Miles, you i both know the rda didn’t and still doesn’t care about the Navi. What every they did they were probably in the right.

“How does killing everyone we love as a family make them right.

“They were protecting themselves and their homes just like we would do if the roles were reversed. This is all once again the RDAs fault.

“Darlin you and I both know we owe everything to the rda. Now I'm sorry this situation is not what you want it to be hell i don't want it to be but we have to do what we're told ok. Just focus on yourself for once in your life i beg of you

“Miles that's not how life works

“Well i'm gonna need it to cause i don't need you giving the general any ideas”

“The general, what does she have to do with this?”

“She knew you were close to the traitors in the past. They didn’t want that becoming a detriment to their current mission. Our current mission may remind you. So they have me watching you. And if you slip up im supposed to hand you over.”

“Understanding comes to my face as I see now why miles was always so closed off to me recently.”

“So for my own sanity and your survival i need you to continue with the mission do you understand”

“Miles im not going to”

“Y/n i'm not asking i need you to do this until we can figure something else out please.

“God this situation is so fucked” All i can do is pace around while miles sits on the edge of the bed.

“Fine I’ll pretend if it keeps you and the others safe I’ll pretend but I refuse to hurt anyone miles. You have to realize this isn't the same as then, now we are the navi and I know without a doubt the rda does not care about any of our blue ass’s.”

“Your right darlin, we all know it but”

“But, we have to come up with a plan. I don't want to lose everyone again and I refuse to lose my son again. Ok.”

“Ok”

“Now speaking of we have a very alive problem staying in this room right now that we need to take care of first please i want to see him”

“Darlin I can’t let you do that.. i see he's staring at me but his cute little ears are drawn back and his eyes hold guilt”

“Miles where’s our son”

“Darlin hes not your son”

“Where is he miles” I yell out at the marine now blocking my way

“The general has him darlin’

“WHAT!”

“Wait! Goddamit!” She storms past me despite my best attempt to block her into our room. She always was quick and make it seem all to easy getting passed me to make her way to the interrogation wing. Running after her I stop quickly grabbing z dog and Lyle who just stood watching me storm past them. They follow after me quickly. I’m already trying to come up with what to say for damage control

Shit!”

Your pov

I get to the room and my blood boils. There he is ,little miles or spider as he kept calling him self earlier. Hes standing strapped to some sort of machine as the general yells out where’s Jake sully?" I can’t even begin to think straight taking in the scene in front of me. All I know is that my son is screaming with blood now slowly falling from his nose. Oh hell no. I immediately rush over stopping the machine before Ardmore can stop me and just as miles,Lyle and z-dog all come into the room.

“And what the hell do you think you're doing?”she screams, stomping over to me but Miles quickly grabs me by the back of the neck and pushes me towards z and wainfleet.

“Colonel is there a problem here?” she asks eyeing my struggling form

“No ma’am.” Miles say signaling to the others to fully haul me out of the way

Miles pov

“Colonel I thought you said l/n wasn’t acting out “

“She’s fine we’ve been able to sidetrack and subdue her from thinking of the past to long

“Good now explain what the hell that was just now”

“Simple general we just found our in”

“Excuse me”

“You know how they say never get between a mama lion and her cub. That’s what just happened l/n’s outburst just proved to the kid he can trust her and with that well be able to get him to trust us and give up sullys operation. “

“He’s not your son colonel this is not the time to play happy family is that understood “

“Yes sir”

“Good I will warn you once again do not let l/n compromise this mission or she will be put down is that understood “

“Understood general . I salute to the smug women in front of me though it takes all my will power and walk out to find y/n and spider”

#avatar the way of water x reader #avatar oc #avatar fanfiction #miles quaritch x reader #deja blue x reader #jake sully x reader #spider x reader

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msmargaretmurry · 6 months

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vampire leon and vampire hunter matthew oh i would do ANYTHING to read it!! the TENSION the ATTRACTION it would SERVE!!!

hello thank you for your enthusiasm about vampire leon and his vampire hunter boyfriend!! i spent much of the weekend pondering but i'm bad at being online and being social at the same time so now i am catching up on my asks, thank you for your patience as well.

i'm not a super traditional vampire girlie but i do enjoy the occasional vampirey media and i love creative vampire/mythical creature worldbuilding so a lot of the fun in this concept for me is just figuring out the worldbuilding. many years later i still think regularly about this michael dal colle/leon draisaitl vampire fic, even though i have not had a single other thought or feeling about michael dal colle otherwise in my entire life (leon is not the vampire in it, alas, but the baby leon characterization is lovely). because the worldbuilding, especially the background vampire politics and the logistics of vampires integrating into "normal" society/playing in the nhl are so fun and interesting. i also think about like, true blood, which i have only seen bits and pieces of, but the whole humanizing/integrating vampires of it all, and of course buffy (beloved) and more traditional vampire/monster-hunting type stories.

i think someone could write a really fun full-on vampire/vampire hunter au, but because of who i am as a person i want a fic where they have this vampire stuff going on and still have to deal with their hockey careers, lol. my basic idea is something like (subject to change as i continue to ponder): a couple of generations there was some sort of accords/treaty reached between vampires and vampire hunters, because of the way the world was changing, it being much more difficult to hide, and also some sort of development that made it easy for vampires to feed without killing humans and kind of... put a damper on their vampire-ness, made it easier for them to blend in if they chose to, and the vampire powers that be decided that they should all do that, for safety. obviously there are still rogue vampires out there and still hunters who try to hunt down and kill even the ones minding their own business but for the most part at this point everyone minds their own business unless something particularly bad happens.

so matthew's grandparents were the last tkachuks to actually hunt vampires. keith was trained, did a little hunting in his youth as the kinks and wrinkles of the new order got ironed out, but was able to go on and have his hockey career instead of dedicating his life to hunting. then matthew, brady, and taryn come along, and they're kind of trained, just in case, and taught how to recognize vampires, taught how to protect themselves, taught all the ways vampires are still not human and not to be trusted and highly dangerous, but they're still able to go on and live normal lives.

until matthew starts playing against leon draisaitl. and he's spotted vampires out in the world before, but never in hockey — they tend to keep low profiles, and even at the lower-levels, team sports are not low-profile, and also matthew has just never imagined vampires caring about sports at all, although maybe that's a stereotype, but whatever — anyway. it takes him a few games to figure out what's up with draisaitl, and even when he starts suspecting, he's not sure, but then one battle of alberta matthew gets in a fight and ends up with a bloody face, and as he's ushered past draisaitl on the way to the box, he sees the way draisaitl is staring, the way his pupils are dialated, the way his throat moves when he swallows, the way his tongue darts out and matthew swears, he swears he sees a hint of fangs even though he knows those only come out when a vampire is feeding or in a bloodlust. and maybe he's just dizzy from getting punched but for a second when their eyes meet he is sure he feels that thing his dad and granddad warned him about, the way that if a vampire looks you in the eye he can hypnotize you. or read your mind. maybe both. the lore is kind of fuzzy. but obviously matthew is going to have to find him after the game. to find out what the fuck draisaitl is doing here, and figure out if he's going to have to put any of that training he never thought he'd need to use. because it feels dangerous, having a vampire in the league. it feels way too close for comfort.

#ask #this got long but i'm not sorry. let me live my truth (spitballing fic ideas onto tumblr instead of actually writing them)#vampire leon tag #matthew and leon #hockey for ts

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artzychic27 · 8 months

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Weird idea but what if we combine the ballad of Marinette dupain-Chang au I made with the favoritism au? Would that be fun or what?!

Is Nathaniel Kurtzberg my favorite character?… I think you know the answer to that

Anyway, I’m just imaging Sara Berry meets Carrie... Let's try that out. Gonna be a little hard since both stories are about prom and end in disaster, but whatever

Just to mess with her little fantasy world, Marc, Nathaniel, Lila, Chloé, and Félix run for King/Queen

Marinette doesn’t expect anything, but then Nathaniel starts catching up with Adrien in the polls

So, she actively threatens and sabotages them in private, but none of them are dropping out

Chloé and Félix rake in a ton of votes thanks to their connections

Especially Marc when Lila and Chloé give him a makeover

Lila: You look a lot prettier without all that black hair in your face.

Marc: Hey. I like black hair in my face.

*Cue 80s movie cliche where they take off his glasses, is super hot, and guys throw themselves at him*

Marinette is called in by Mme. Bustier, (You all know what she says if you’ve read Nerd’s Sara Berry au) and is now more determined to win

She orders her “friends” to get her more votes by any means necessary and demands nothing but perfection from Adrien so people will vote him King

Lila’s gym clothes are gone and participation in classes are mandatory to continue running? Chloé loans her a designer set that looks absolutely gorgeous on her

Getting Alya to snap embarrassing photos of Nathaniel? He. Can’t. Stop. Looking. Gorgeous!

Things only seem to go to hell when Lila is now tied with Marinette, and Marinette is just getting desperate

She berates her classmates for not being “good friends” and helping her win. But, little did she know, Aurore and Mireille were recording the interaction (From mentioning the sabotage to where and post it for everyone to see

Mme. Mendeleiev calls the Akuma Class in to discuss a proper punishment since M. Damocles is too lenient. So... M. D'Argencourt is gonna have them do an hour and a half of grueling physical education!... Otherwise, their prom tickets will be denied

Marinette isn't standing for this and urges them all to side with her, but none of them will, so she storms off in a huff while the others continue their punishment

However, some people are still loyal to her, so she uses that to her advantage. Cue Socqueline.

Nathaniel doesn't even care if this gets him more votes or not, he treats Marc to the best promposal ever, and he says yes.

Meanwhile... Marinette, Socqueline, and a few of her lackeys head to a paint store to pick up red paint because... Pigs are adorable and I refuse to kill one off, thank you, very much.

Look at this little baby! LOOK AT IT!

Done looking? Okay.

Prom is only a week away, and everyone is so busy prepping the venue that they don't notice Marinette and Socqueline sneaking up into the rafters with a mysterious bucket

Anyway... It's Prom Night! Yay! Marc, Nathaniel, Chloé, Lila, and Félix are looking gorgeous, taking selfies, dancing with each other, and again, looking gorgeous

Marinette and Socqueline sneak in through the back and hide behind the stage where the rope rigged to the bucket it set. Socqueline's lackeys mess with the ballot box and fill them full of fake cards with Marc and Lila's names checked off

The Akuma Class even apologize to the five of them, and while they don't entirely forgive them for siding with Marinette for so long, they leave it alone so they can enjoy the night

Finally, it's time to announce the King and Queen... It's Marc and Lila

Marc: Holy shit.

Lila: YEAH! Gimme that crown! *Runs onstage*

Félix: She's gonna sleep well tonight.

Everyone's clapping, all happy and stuff... Then Nathaniel notices something and heads backstage where he finds Marinette and Socqueline getting ready to pull a suspicious-looking rope.

He somehow manages to stop them with his noodle arms and pushes Marinette into the middle of the stage... Right when Socqueline pulled the rope.

Marinette is drenched in red paint, and it's only when people start pointing and laughing that she officially snaps. She storms out of the room to go find the fuse box, and cuts off the lights

Students begin to panic, others try to keep calm. Félix decides to treat himself to some punch to settle his nerves... Only to collapse on the floor as someone had poisoned the punch

Amidst the panic, Lila gets bashed on the head with a blunt object, a rock

Chloé's final words are, "Oh, fuck!" when her head is bashed against the wall several times

Nathaniel is found with his torso cut open and his remains were found splayed across the floor, left to marinate

When going to investigate, the teachers find Aurore had drowned when someone pushed her head in the decorative fountain in the corner of the room. No wonder she had been so quiet

And finally, Mireille's unattached body parts were found all over the room

And e's are for the easy ways in five minutes tops, Marc brought an n for end by calling the cops. (What a bitch)

... Well, that's what I got. Any ideas?

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #answered ask #ask me stuff #mlb au #favoritism au #Marinette salt #ballad of Sara berry #carrie

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orangevtae · 2 years

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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy [S.Harrington x Henderson!Reader]

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Chapter 9: Help!

"Alright, so let me get this straight: you kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who...who you just met?"

You couldn't believe that you were at that spot again, even if you and Dustin explained to him some hours prior.

"Alright, that's grossly over simplified things" Dustin said at Steve's statement

"Wait...so that's why you picked up Dart? To impress a girl?" You turned puzzled at Dustin after throwing a little bit more of meat, a confused expression on your face and you saw Dustin give you a embarrassed smile, you looked at Steve and he was giving you the same look and then you turned back around, a little bit more ahead of the boys and kept throwing meat.

You were on the old railroads that passed within Hawkins, making a way to get Dart on the trap on the junkyard, that that it was where you were heading and Dustin was really explaining the whole reason behind his true acts towards Dart before you guys discovered that it was a baby Demogorgon.

"I mean, why would a girl like some nasty slug anyways?" Steve kept the conversation

"An inter-dimensional slug? Cause it's awesome" Dustin sighed before adding "And i don't know, Y/N thought it was cool and i thought that this girl would find it cool too"

"Wait, you thought it was cool?" Steve asked you

"It was nothing like that, i was a bit against it and plus, i'm a biology enthusiast-" You tried to explain yourself at what Dustin said about you

"Nerd" Dustin interrupted you and turned to give him a look and turned back

"AND i thought that it was weird, nothing more than that and Dustin KNOWS that but since i wouldn't be able to make him change his mind, i left as that " You didn't saw, but Steve nodded at your statement and turned his attention back on Dustin.

"Well, even if she thought it was cool which she didn't, I-i just...i don't know, i feel like you're trying way too hard" Steve shrugged

"Well not everyone can have your perfect hair all right?" Dustin huffed and angrily throwed meat

You sighed, you really had no head on this type of conversation right now so you just simply continued to throw meat around while listening your brother vent to another male about his "girl's problems".

"It's not about the hair, man" Steve stated "The key to girls is pretending like you don't care"

"What?" you whispered at his stupid answer, you knew Steve Harrington sucked at the love area but somehow knew how to get the girls, but you didn't know it was that stupid and you shook your head "unbelievable".

"Even if you do?" Dustin asked, you could notice a tone of understandment in his voice

"Exactly, it drives them nuts" You really couldn't believe him right now, the fuck Steve Harrington truly knew about girls? He never stopped in a long-term relationship since ninth grade and now was giving dating advises to your thirteen year old brother that it's having his first crush experience, deep down, you hoped that Dustin wouldn't take Steve's advises 100% credit.

"And then what?"

"You just wait until uh..." Steve hesitated before keep going "until you feel it"

"Feel what?" You really hoped that what Steve was about to say, it wasn't what you were thinking, but you were sure to keep your hopes under 0,1%

"It's something like right before a storm, you know? You can't see it but you can feel it, it's like a uh...an eletricity, you know?" You left a giggle at that and shaked your head in disbelief, you really couldn't believe on what your ears were hearing, you were glad you kept your hopes to less than 0,1%, you heard Dustin say something about eletricity and magnet on storms but couldn't really catch on it, nerd stuff.

"No no no no, it is like a sexual eletricity" you left a loud laugh at that "What?"

"I don't get it..." Dustin trailed off

"Nothing guys, just keep on having your little boys conversation" Dustin and Steve looked at each other and observed you fully ignoring them and continuing to throw meat.

Steve felt a little lost and...hurt? He didn't know, he felt weird about how you laughed at what he said and frowned "Little boys conversation?" he thought, he didn't knew why he cared that you weren't paying attention at trying to give your little brother dating advises, deeply down he wanted to impress you at something.

"Anyways, you feel that" he throwed a meat "and then you make a move"

"So that's when you kiss her?" Dustin asked

"Wow, calm down buddy!" you said on the first time on their conversation, surprised at Dustin's statement

"Oh no no, slow down Romeo" Steve said at the same time

"Sorry"

"Sure, some girls want you to be agressive, you know? Strong, hot-heavy, like a...i don't know, like a lion. But others you gotta be slow, stealthy, like a ninja." you really couldn't believe Steve Harrington's dating advice, you thought just how he managed to get so much dates with those types of advises.

"What type is Nancy?" you sucked a breath at what Dustin asked

"Nancy is different, different from the other girls" Steve said, his voiced laced with a serious semblant

"She seems pretty special, i guess" Dustin said unsure, knowing that maybe he picked at a sensitive topic

"Yeah, she is..." Steve stated

"So what type is Y/N?" You froze at that and turned surprised at Dustin sudden ask, you really didn't care too much about their little conversation but it worried you a little at thinking of what Steve would say and that made your stomach do a little flip and turned back around and continued to throw meat and pretending that you didn't care about what Steve would say, but deep down, you wanted him to say something good.

Deciding that you really didn't want to know his answer, you walked a little more fastly, just slightly to be a little bit far to not hear his answer and started humming to some song that came into mind.

"Y/N..." Steve lowered his voice a little "I don't know yet, but she looks like...you have to be careful a-and gentle, treat her kindly, of course, she's not a porcelain doll, she can pull up a fight and take care of herself, but she's the kind of girl that deserves everything and be treated good" Steve said looking at the back of your head, a little smile playing on his lips

"Would you say she's special?" Dustin asked, his voice matching Steve's volume, already getting on what's going between you and Steve, even if you both denied it

"Yeah, yeah she is" he said and kept throwing meats

"This...this girl is special too" he cleared his throath, voice volume back to normal "You know? It's just something about her"

"Woah, woah, woah! You're not falling in love for this girl, are you?" Steve intervene Dustin

"Uh, no, no" Dustin answered unsure, he didn't expect that kind of reaction from Steve

"Okay, good, don't"

"I won't" Dustin assured him

"Good, she's only gonna break your heart and you're way too young for this shit" Steve said picking up his pace to match yours and continued throwing meat along the way.

"He's right, Dustin!" you said, making yourself truly present on their conversation

"About the dating advices?" he asked you, frown present on his face

"No, no, not about that, i mean, in parts? Yeah, cause every girl is a girl and every girl is different from another but i'm not talking about that" you sighed and throwed meat "but about falling in love. I guess that your first love it's the most strongest one, it's beautiful and eletryfying" you chuckled and turned back to him "but it's the one that it must hurts and break you heart, that's what i'm saying. You're too young to be on the hang of what is like to have a heartbreak." you smiled sadly.

"Y/N, what kind of girl are you?" Dustin asked you this time

"What do you mean?" you tried to fish back something from their conversation some minutes prior, but didn't heard what exactly he was implying at that

"How would like to be treated?" he reformuled his question, gaze on you

"You already know the answer, Dusty" you said softly, pit point feeling of heartbreak on your gut as you remembered the last relationship you were

"Yeah, but i wanna hear it again" you sighed as he almost demanded you to answer

"I don't know" you shrugged "Fairly i guess...i guess that i just want someone that treats me good and makes me feel special, safe but that at the same time knows that i can handle myself and not treat me like a porcelain doll, there, are you happy?" you turned to him, hand on your hip

"Yes, thank you" he smiled at you

"You're welcome" you smiled back at him and turned back around, not meeting Steve's glare on you, you were way too embarrassed.

But maybe, just maybe, you should have met his eyes, cause he seemed stuck at where he was at hearing your statement, it looked like you just repeated what he said but he knew that you hadn't heard his little talk with Dustin about you, he smiled softly at that, and kept walking beside Dustin and sighed, "Can't believe i'm gonna say this..."

"It's Farrah Fawcet" Steve said defeated, he could feel his ears turning red from ebarrassment

"What?" Dustin asked puzzled

"The secret of the hair" he pointed to his own hair before getting a handful of meat and throwing it

"Farrah Fawcet spray?" Dustin giggled

"What's so funny back there?" You asked smiling at your brother

"Steve's hair secret it's the Farrah Fawcet spray!" Dustin exclaimed loudly to you and your eyes doubled in size as you look to Steve

"No shit!" you said already laughing along and Steve looked at you both

"Yeah, yeah, you guys can laugh all you want but i still am the one with good hair and if you tell someone about that, you're dead Henderson's!" He tried to sound mad, he really did, but it was impossible not have a little smile plastered at his face when you were giggling hard at his hair secret and couldn't stop admiring of how cute you looked while laughing along your brother, eyes with unshed tears of pure joy, large smile on your beautiful lips and tips of ears a little bit red because of the cold and the little bit of lack of air.

And then, Steve knew that he was completly and obviously fucked when he came in terms that he liked to be the source of your laughs and had in mind that he would die to always have you laughing and smiling about something that he said or did, and that scared him a bit.

" I know that i still love Nancy, but trying to lie to myself about what is right in front of me, i would be blind if i keep on pretending" and so, he left a huge sigh leave his lips and felt the tip of his ears get red when your eyes met each other and he gave you a soft smile.

You arrived the junkyard a little bit before the sun would set, you were exhausted, feet hurting and really would like to have a nap but you know you wouldn't get one so soon, so you just sighed.

You saw Steve stop right beside you, he had put on some sunglasses and you wondered if he always walked with them and just thought that this was something very Steve Harrington to do and you chuckled, he smiled down at you before taking a look around. "Oh yeah. Yeah, this will do. This will do just fine, good call dude" he said to Dustin, that had a proud smile at the compliment and you smiled at this.

"I said medium-well! "

You put down the meat bucket you were carrying and pulled out a bottle of water, feeling your troath a little bit dry and had a large gulp on the bottle, before you heard a voice.

When you looked up at the source of the voice, you saw Lucas and a red headed girl beside him, she seemed a little bit lost and was standing awkwardly at his side, you would've asked who she is but you didn't have to since the look on your brother's face told everything, you nudged Steve's side and you looked at each other before setting eyes to Dustin, on the girl and back to Dustin and you both gave each other knowing looks.

This were THE girl Dustin told you guys about, shrugging off, you caped you bottle and put it back on the backpack and looked at the girl "Hey there!"

"Hey...i'm Max!" she waved a little at you

"Nice to meet you Max!" you answered back and put the bottle back on your backpack

"So...what are we doing here?" she asked looking at you guys

"Well, let's see of what we can use as weapon and search for things that can shield that little baby" Steve said pointing to the old bus, you and he looked around to find Lucas and Dustin have a little argument behind a old car "But before that, let me get this knuckle heads to work too! "

You chuckled and started to get things to shield the bus that you probably would use as a fort, alongside with Max "Hey, i'm Y/N, Dustin's sister" you said as you got closer to her

"No way!" she sounded surprised

"What?" you asked puzzled, smile gracing your lips

"You can't be siblings, you have nothing to do with each other" she said surprised and you laughed a little

"I know right? We took different sides of the family" you joked and kept doing your work

"...And the only ones helping are Y/N and a random girl! So come on, move and help!" you heard Steve scolding them at the back and you and Max laughed at that

"Alright we comin! Jeez! Asshole" you heard Lucas shouting back to Steve and Dustin followed him "What a jerk! "

Steve turned around after hearing you and Max laughing together, seeing you smile and knowing that he was behind it made Steve's heart flutter and the tip of his fingers to itch, he was so deeply into getting in conversation with Dustin about girls that he didn't even noticed that you were making way into his heart stealth like, and damn, was he falling hard.

Taglist: @mochminnie @marmol4d4 @starhastoomanyfandoms @ren-ni @xoxoloverb @nctma15

#steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington #dustin henderson x henderson!reader #dustin henderson x reader #dustin henderson #reader insert #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 2 #stranger things

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 6 months

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part three !!! :3333 theres probabky gonna be 2 or 3 parts following this one... im also unsure why, but an underline appears under colored text on mobile now? dunno if its the same on the tumblr browser.

anyway, enjoy a bit of sniperscout and spydad ;)

------------<3

Sniper sighs as he drives down the lonely highway, the trees overhead casting enough shade that he doesn't need to wear his sunglasses, but he keeps his hat on. It's his good luck charm. His mum gave him it, and he doesn't plan on loosing it.

It's now been a week since Scout vanished. Sniper didn't outwardly show it, but he's just as nervous as Spy is.

A few months back, Scout had come to the camper with a rather sad looking bouquet of flowers and asked him on a movie date. And Sniper had said yes.

They'd been secretly dating since, and only Medic knew about it, and promised not to tell anyone. "It's not my place to deciee when you're ready to tell everyone", Medic had said.

Sniper wanted to be mad at Spy for making Scout so angry. But he couldn't be. Not after seeing how wrecked the Frenchman was, even after Scout's mother came to the base for a few days. She had left yesterday to return home, and made Spy swear to find Scout and keep him safe.

Sniper taps his finger on the wheel. There's a bit of broken glass on the road. Someone would have to clean it up later---

A flash of red lying on the side of the road catches his attention and he slams on the breaks.

What the bloody hell is that?

Hesitating, he pulls the van over and hops out, jogging the way back towards the red he had seen. And his blood runs cold.

"Jesus christ..." He whispers, and speeds up to running, grabbing his comm and radios Engi, since Sniper knows that the Texan always has his comm with him.

"Truckie, you there?" Sniper asks into the comm, and stares down at the mess with his hands on his hips.

"Yes sir, what's the deal, Stretch?" Engi replies. Sniper scowls at the stupid nickname.

"Find Doc. I found Scout." Sniper crouches down at the runner's side. "We're out on the highway. I don't want to move 'im, I.. I think he got hit by a bloody car. He doesn't look too good.

"Stay where you are." Engi orders. "We'll be there soon."

Spy knew immediatly when he heard Engi yell for Medic to get in the "goddamn ambulance" and drive.

They must've found Scout. There can't be another explanation. Spy looks out the window of his smoking room to see the ambulance pull out of the base's garage and speed away, sirens blaring.

He brings the cigarette to his mouth with a trembling hand.

When Scout was a few months old, Spy had come home to find him wailing in his crib. Heather wasn't home, so he assumed that she must've gone out to buy more baby powder. So that left Spy to take care of baby Scout.

And he did what a father should do. He picked up baby Scout out of the crib and sang him a French lullaby, and was able to get him to sleep again. He stayed in Scout's room until Heather returned, but he had also fallen asleep. She had snapped a photo, and Spy kept that photo in his disguise kit behind his cigarettes.

If only times could be that simple again.

Don't worry anon I'm pretty sure the color underline is happening for everyone. Anyway! Good job as always :)

#minificanon

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clumsyexpression · 1 year

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Rosinante Donquixote x Fluff Alphabet

I love this man with a burning passion - he lights my heart afire and kindles the fuzzies 🔥🔥🔥🔥 I'm not very good at romance, but i still wanted to shoot my shot and give it a try c:

⇥ based on this fluff alphabet prompt found here

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Spontaneous human combustion. He doesn’t understand how he does it but he wish he could make it stop.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

You know when you leave home, and you know you’re going to be awhile, so you double check EVERY known hazard that you’re aware of in case of some weird, freak accident happening? Well it’s especially anxiety-inducing for Rosinante because of his accident-prone self and even after triple checking all of his appliances and outlets and he sets off to go to Target or whatever, it’s only halfway through his commute that he realizes that he probably left the stove on after all and almost instantaneously as the realizations sets, a strident succession of beeps sound off, cause he’s sitting in the middle of traffic until BLAM! He jolts forward, sitting ramrod straight in bed as he awakens from the fire alarm going off, smelling something getting extra crispified as indicative from the sooty smoke coming up from the hall towards the kitchen and so he jumps out of bed only to see that apparently it was from the toast that had already popped up from the toaster and the crumbs were still toasting in the crumb collection tray and then bizarrely enough, when they were done toasting, they also popped up in the toaster like toast would do and eqaully as loud when you’re not expecting the toast to pop up when they go PFFT! And then he realizes that ‘no, there was no toast’ as he begins to wonder why the origin of the sound he heard is right above him – only to realize that he’s now drenched because you just hosed him down and the sound was definitely because the hose had too much air in the line and you admonish him for smoking while falling asleep and he insists that he wasn’t and then you realize he was right, cause he totally caught on fire because he just sat in sun and by freak chance – like an ant under a magnifying glass – he just kinda caught..fire..

Anyways, his worst nightmares consist of spontaneous human combustion and its quite understandable.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

YES. Definitely a family man. He yearns to know what its like to have somewhat of a normal, loving family without strife and would fight the world in order to make it possible for yall to live comfortably without the worry of the evil, hurt, and turmoil that runs amok in the world. It would also be very convenient and comforting knowing that there are people who will have his back unconditionally to douse him with water when he spontaneously catch aflame.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Not that he would try to baby you – he knows that you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself – but knowing how many injuries he may have accumulated or ‘walked off’, he can be a little over protective but will still give you your space, if that makes sense. He’ll ask often if ‘you’re okay?’, or ‘have you drunken enough water today? You might be a little dehydrated’, or sometimes ‘I’m not saying that you need it, but if you’re not using it, I’ll hold on to that burn ointment for the time being..until you do, that is’. He just likes to make sure.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

You know when you make a mood playlist and you cant expect people to understand it completely? That’s how I see Rosinante – he’s so complex and reminds me of a variety of things, so hear me out:

Fireball – Pitbull

You can call him Mr.Worldwide cause he’s a marine and been places

‘Sticks and stones may break my bones but I don’t care’ cause my boy is clumsy and that shit gets old after a while – the only thing that’s somewhat new is the new way he finds to be even clumsier

‘Momma said that everyone would know my name - I'm the best’ MM YEAH cause he used to be a celestial dragon and everyone knows about them

‘If you think I'm burning out, I never am - I'm on fire’ HLLE YEAH cause he’s literally on fire and there’s no definitive way of ever keeping him…not-on-fire lmao

We Didn’t Start The Fire – Billy Joel

My mans is trying to better the world and even joined the Marines in order to do so dunno if that was the right call or whatever but he did

Firework – Katy Perry

Okay but who cant relate???

And he’s trying his best.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Rosinante is just a naturally quiet person, devil fruit and covert operations aside. He occasionally glances at you, which causes his small smile to grow wider when you catch him watching you. He gives subtle affirmations, but is also very expressive; like, he can wear a mean poker face and all, but when his guard is down (which is typical when he’s around you), he’s not aware of how transparent he can truly be.

For example,

when he tries your cooking, he’ll be over the moon about it and will give you mad props for the delicious meal and will sincerely look forward to it again;

when he catches you making a pun, he’ll snort the moment he makes the connection;

when you stomp out his coat because the tail end has somehow kindled a fire out of thin air without him noticing, he’ll truly be confused cause ‘why are you stepping on my coat? I thought you hated my hat more, but..that’s a bit much, Y/N’

I dunno, but there you have it – my guy is pretty lit and wuv him so so much 💕💕💕

Jk this was not actually a fluff alphabet prompt but actually a SOS from yours truly cause he could really use a fire extinguisher right about now and hopes you got the message ( ･ᴗ･̥̥̥ )

#fun fact: the word 'jimmies' was gonna be used but i honestly didnt know if i would use it correctly and apparently its slang for sprinkles #so im glad i looked that up because WHOA couldnt make this anymore weird than necessary lmao #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #donquixote rosinante #rosinante x reader #pink thread of fate

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ridiasfangirlings · 8 months

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Hello Ridia-san!

For some reason I wanna see what will happen if Saru gets hit by a Pregnancy Cravings strain.

Like he just starts demanding the alphabet boys to get him water but he wants the water specifically from Homra.

Then sometimes he's gonna wake the whole Scepter 4 in the middle of the night just because he wants some dino nuggies.

Or like he will ask Domyoji to climb a mango tree just because he wants one 😭

And if it's okay I wanna see the reaction of Scepter 4 and Homra but that's all (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

Imagine this pre-S1 too and now the S4 boys have to go on an elaborate undercover mission in order to procure Homra’s tap water for Fushimi-san. Like say Fushimi gets hit by a Strain and no one knows what the power is, he claims he’s fine and everyone needs to stop bothering him and get back to work. The squad are concerned and become even more concerned when they’re on the way back to headquarters and Doumyouji decides to grab a sushi snack to eat because he’s hungry. Doumyouji notices Fushimi staring at him and says it’s just a snack he’ll eat it real quick and Fushimi won’t even have to smell it he swears, thinking he’s in trouble. Fushimi keeps staring though and finally just reaches out and takes a piece of sushi. Everyone is staring and Fushimi’s like what, Akiyama slowly says that they thought Fushimi didn’t like sushi. Fushimi grumbles that he doesn’t…it’s just he’s really hungry and he wants sushi.

Shortly after this Munakata uncovers that this was in fact the False Pregnancy Strain, who gives their victims symptoms of pregnancy. Doumyouji is like wait so Fushimi-san is going to have a baby and Fushimi glares at him, Munakata chuckles and says unfortunately not (everyone else: “….unfortunately?”), instead it seems that Fushimi has been hit with pregnancy cravings. Fushimi denies it, even as he snacks on a piece of broccoli because what he wants more than anything in the world at the moment is greens, greens, nothing but greens. Everyone’s like okay it’s either the pregnancy cravings Strain or an imposter has taken his place to infiltrate S4 (Fushimi throws a knife at Doumyouji for suggesting the latter and Doumyoui’s like good news guys it’s the pregnancy cravings).

So now the squad has to take care of Fushimi for a few days to help out with his cravings so he’ll have a healthy baby (“I’m not pregnant you idiots”). Kamo is initially pleased to put his skills to use, like if Fushimi wants grilled mackerel for breakfast grilled mackerel he will have. The issue is when the cravings get more specific, imagine Kamo making Fushimi fried chicken and having it rejected so now he has to go to the convenience store at 3am to buy frozen chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs and heat them up in the microwave. Doumyouji ends up having to climb a tree and steal persimmons while on a mission because Fushimi is very hungry for one right now, S4 will work things out with the tree owner later.

At some point Fushimi complains he’s thirsty and he doesn’t want cola or coffee, he wants water. But not S4 water, it doesn’t taste right. He eventually admits that what he’s really craving is Homra’s water. The S4 guys exchange looks like we can’t get that and Fushimi grumbles it’s fine, he isn’t thirsty anyway, but he clearly looks parched and unhappy and the squad are like okay I guess we have to infiltrate Bar Homra and steal their water. Akiyama and Benzai decide to take charge of this mission, with Akiyama going undercover by wearing street clothes and parting his hair on the other side (Doumyouji tells everyone not to look in the demon eye). He goes into the bar and orders a drink and some food, playing it all smooth. At the right moment he pretends to choke and Kusanagi gets him a glass of water. That’s when Benzai and Hidaka cause a distraction outside, which catches everyone’s attention and gets Kusanagi to move away from the counter. At just that moment Akiyama grabs his water glass, leaves payment on the counter and makes a dash out the door before anyone can see him.

Yata happens to be coming back from skateboarding and imagine he spots someone running out of Kusanagi’s bar, he’s immediately suspicious and follows. He’s even more worried when he sees Akiyama meet back up with Benzai and Hidaka, who are in their uniforms. Akiyama hands off the important glass to Hidaka, Yata’s like what are those asshole Blues doing, did they steal something from the bar and they’re taking it back to their King in a glass. Of course no way is Yata letting them get away with this and he comes bursting out of hiding all give me that. Akiyama and Benzai tell Hidaka to forget about them, just get away while he can and take that with you. Yata’s really sure it must be something important now but he’s blocked by Akiyama and Benzai. Eventually he manages to give them the slip and decides to go to S4, thinking maybe he can cut Hidaka off at the pass. When he gets there though imagine Enomoto is at the door, Hidaka breathlessly hands him the glass and says he ‘got Fushimi-san’s water for him.’ Yata’s like wait what and imagine him climbing over the fence to see Fushimi sitting outside on a bench, taking the glass from Enomoto and drinking it. That’s when someone asks if it helped Fushimi’s ‘pregnancy craving’ and Yata promptly falls off the wall.

#Fushimi Saruhiko #k project #Talking K #Yata runs back to Bar Homra #pissed off because he thinks the Blue King knocked up Saruhiko and also Kusanagi-san S4 stole Homra's water #Kusanagi is like Yata-chan did you hit your head or eat weird brownies again

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sorvete-de-pacoca · 9 months

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leave me or watch me die in your arms

This is the prototype of Good People, I'm quite proud of it so I will post it here.

//nsfw, pseudo incest (bc they 're not rly father/son)

Luciano drinks alone tonight. A regular thing since Martin had kicked him out, threw his clothes at his feet and slammed the door in his face. The blond had gotten tired of trying to save anything between them when Luciano wasn’t putting any work on it. It had been a month already and just yesterday he saw that he posted a photo of him with Manuel. The blond still ignores him. Oh well, at least he’s happy. It was his fourth glass and he was already tipsy. While not human, it didn’t mean the alcohol had no effect on beings like them. He wanted to get his mind empty for a moment and not struggle with all the confused feelings he had been dealing with.

“Easy there, you’re gonna drink the whole bar at this rate” Luciano is startled by a sudden hand gripping his shoulder, and goes wide-eyed when the culprit of his mental turmoil smiles at him. Afonso sits at his side and orders a drink, plus a glass of water that he slides at him “here, we don’t want you puking all over the place do we?”

“I’m not gonna-” he slurs but the hiccup in his throat says otherwise. He’s embarrassed that he’s getting babied by his father in the worst moment ever. What the hell was he doing in Rio de Janeiro anyway?

“We have a meeting this week you airhead” Afonso's answer makes him realize he had said that out loud.

“Oh” He knew there was something to do with sugar exportation!

“What happened? You don’t look like yourself”

“I’m fine…” now get out

“Okay…” Afonso doesn't push for an answer and takes a swing of his drink. Luciano knew this was another one of his tricks, pretending to be uninterested until he felt comfortable enough to start spilling the beans. He did that since Luciano was a kid and it was working again, damn it.

“Martin kicked me out…”

“Oh? When?” Afonso questions.

"Last month, I think."

“You guys looked fine! What happened?”

“I..don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

Afonso nods and doesn’t push. Luciano catches him pursing his lips.

C’mon, ask. I know you wanna ask if he knows.

But he doesn’t. Instead he changes the subject. Luciano sighs and just goes with it. The real subject they should be discussing is getting ignored. But after a few more shots he can let loose. They laugh together about some dumb thing that happened when Afonso went grocery shopping. And about Francis' new lover.

“Looks like he won’t stop until he has dicked down the whole Europe!” Luciano’s comment makes Afonso burst into laughter. After recovered Afonso curses

“Foda-se. Guess not everyone is lucky with love huh?”

Luciano agrees with half of a smile. Afonso realizes his mistake “Oh shoot! I’m sorry I didn't mean to…”

“It’s fine, it's fine.” Luciano snorts, with his elbow over the counter, his cheek rested on his hand,“Things were not working out anyway. It wasn’t…fun anymore.”

“Relationships aren’t always fiery and passionate, you kids gotta remember that. Hope you two can still make amends.”

“Maybe I want someone else” Luciano let it escape. Once again Afonso presses his lips together. All of Luciano’s mental brakes were gone thanks to the alcohol, He slid his hand closer to him, nudging his’.

“Luciano..”

“I guess… it would be easier if we were strangers to each other” Their eyes meet, and he wants to drown in the dark green of those eyes. "Don't you agree?"

Afonso’s fidgets with his glass. “You’re…” the older man begins “a good son for me Luciano. I wouldn’t want to forget about that”

Luciano 's expression turns sour.

I’ve never agreed to that

Luciano bumps into the counter when he gets up, wanting to get out of there as fast as he could. He places money for the barman, not caring for the change. Afonso, startled, doesn’t try to call for him.

It’s your fault. Afonso 's brain accuses. It always was. His ugly heart caused him pain again. Stop moping, get up and go help him like a decent father would do! His mind ordered. It should have surprised him to find Luciano still outside struggling to open the car’s door, but it didn’t. Just like it didn’t surprise him to see the young man turn around and stare at him, his cheeks flushed by the alcohol.

“What are you doing here?” Luciano asked in the same panic as someone that was found embarrassing himself.

Afonso walked up to him, they were so close their chests were touching, he could feel Luciano’s breath on his neck. Damn kid was taller than him now. Afonso grabbed the keys pendant between his fingers and unlocked the car’s door. Luciano stayed behind him, immovable, his eyes scanning him. He goes and opens the back door for him.

“Give me your address-” Afonso was going to say he would drive him home. But is cut by Luciano, who pushes him into the back seat.

“Wha–!?”

“Not now. Not tonight. Let me…” the young man clumsily manages to sit on his lap, his legs spread and his hands resting on the older man’s chest. “You owe me this…”

Luciano pins him, burying a hand under his shirt and lifting it, exposing the man’s stomach. Like a hungry man he leans and tastes the skin. Afonso had all the strength necessary to push him away. But his own body betrays him, he doesn’t move. Why can’t he move?

You know why

“Mine” Luciano groans as he nips the flesh. Causing Afonso to shiver. His breath hitches when the younger man applies more pressure into the bite. Luciano pushes up his shirt and Afonso catches himself helping him by lifting his body just enough so he could take it off. Luciano leans closer, he can see the drunk desire in his eyes. A reflection of his own. Luciano's kiss is messy, one he was holding up for a long time. Afonso can taste the alcohol in his breath but he couldn’t care less. He also doesn’t care for the weak voice of his conscience telling him to stop and how he was once again taking advantage of Luciano’s moment of weakness. The dragon inside his heart once again desired to take, the beast claws his son’s back, bringing him closer.

In his desperation Luciano moves his hips against him. His guts burning in need. Afonso groans into his mouth when he feels the younger man’s erection against him. There was a sick pleasure watching the younger nation so desperate, enough to rut him like an animal. His hands travel downwards and he grabs his ass, pressing him closer.

“Ah fuck” Luciano gasps and speeds his thrusts. A wet spot already forming in the fabric of his shorts. He would love to fuck Afonso properly but in his state he would rather die than stop right now. The image of it fueling his fire. He imagines him pinning the older nation and fucking him while he sobbed his name. Luciano lifts him by his waist and positions him so both cocks are rubbing together. Afonso moans, his hands now are over his torso. He grabs his shirt and pulls.

“Faster…” He demands. And Luciano obeys. And when his thrusts lose rhythm he assumes he's already close. And without a warning Luciano abruptly stops. He moans while cumming under his shorts. Wanting his turn, Afonso keeps him in place while grinding against him, chasing his own release. But when Luciano leans abruptly he freezes. He can’t see what he’s looking at with the man towering over him, but Luciano bites his lips, shutting himself up and hiding after spotting a couple standing a few meters from the car they're in.

Damnit, he forgot they’re in public.

By the shadows moving inside the car, the couple had left, with a good story to tell their friends, that was sure. Under him, Afonso groans annoyed. Already guessing what had happened.

“Are they gone?” he asks.

“Yeah..”

Afonso tries to push him and Luciano promptly moves out of the way. He moves to the front seat, the other man stays on the back. Right, he was going to drive his drunk ass back home. When he stops at a red light the light of a pole illuminates inside. Afonso grimaces at his own pants, a wet spot painted his left side. From the rearview mirror he notices Luciano staring outside. Probably the high of his orgasm had runned out and now embarrassment was hitting. Afonso decides to keep quiet during the ride. Luciano only breaks the silence occasionally to give him directions to his house, one of the many the nation had, little particular museums some of their kind kept along their respectives territories. Afonso had a faint memory of this one, but it seems it was reformed recently. He opens the door for Luciano but it ends up not being necessary, he could walk just fine.

Luciano crashes on the couch. Afonso needs water so he makes himself at home and goes to his kitchen. He had forgotten to do the dishes, denounced by the pile of dirty plates and cups in the sink. Also forgot to buy groceries based on what he saw in his fridge. God, how did he survived during all these centuries? Afonso drinks his water in one go from a tea cup. He then splashes water in his face to calm down his own nerves. He hoped Luciano had already fallen asleep to avoid the awkwardness. When he goes to check he’s satisfied he was conceived at least one blessing today. Luciano had only time to take off his shoes before snoozing. Afonso smiles, his son looks so calm and serene.

You ruined him.

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Luciano wakes up next morning with a faint memory of last night, a headache and a clean sink.

#hetalia #lh brazil #hws portugal #hws brazil #portbra #wfsn

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izzy-b-hands · 3 months

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Life After

Cjizzy smut with ftm Izzy is below the cut! Post S2 fix it; everyone is alive and horny and dealing with an increased sense of their own mortality! In particular, these two lol. Implied polycule and open relationships for Izzy with the rest of the crew as well. Gonna eventually get this on ao3, but for now, on here at least lol.

TW for mention of Izzy's near death experience re: the gunshot wound.

“I just don’t want to think for a little bit,” Izzy murmurs as he settles into Jack’s lap and onto his cock.

“We can do that,” Jack’s hands are warm on his bare back, running slowly, gently, up and down it. “You sit here with me, and we’ll take care of you.”

They’re on a spare cot in the rec room of the ship, where Frenchie ordered quarters be made up for Jack after they found him floating adrift on the waves.

Roach has addressed the wound in Jack’s torso, mostly healed, but a bit of additional babying and care won’t do it any harm from the looks of it.

He tries to be mindful of it as he rests against Jack, letting his head drop to Jack’s shoulder.

“You’re okay,” Jack says softly, soothingly, rocking slightly with the sway of the ship. “I got you. We’re just gonna have some fun, fuck, and not think about anything we don’t wanna.”

He nods into Jack, lifting his head enough to press kisses to his shoulder, his neck, collarbone. The sun wasn’t quite down when they found him, but it’s been cold enough that his skin is still icy to the touch.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to say goodbye to Ed,” Izzy starts, but Jack shushes him.

“Don’t worry about any of that right now,” Jack says. “I’m sure I’ll run into him again someday, one way or another. Can I roll us over?”

“I’m good with that.”

Despite his more-than-occasional frustrations with Jack, he’s never worried about his safety in Jack’s arms. Now is no different, as Jack holds him close and rolls them over, a hand behind his head helping to guide it onto the cot’s pillow.

“I missed you,” Jack’s head drops down to kiss at his neck, breath warm on his skin. “Been too long since we did anything like this.”

“Maybe I should have been following you around for years,” Izzy mutters. “We could have had more opportunities.”

“Don’t start,” Jack sing-songs softly. “I know your brain. I know how it goes, once you let it get going. It’s been trying to eat you alive with everything that’s happened, hasn’t it?”

He doesn’t need to tell Jack, he knows Jack already knows that’s the truth. He barely made it through the group retelling of everything that’s happened over the last few months without breaking into tears, and it was obvious to everyone the state he was in.

“Let it shut off for tonight,” Jack continues, pausing to kiss him more, each kiss increasingly frantic, like he can’t get enough. “You convinced them to bring me onboard and take care of me. Let me take care of you.”

That does it, and he can’t stop the tears.

“I got you,” Jack thrusts slowly, mindfully. “If you need me to adjust, or stop-”

“I’ll let you know,” Izzy can hear himself sniffling, and wishes he could make himself stop. “I’m good. You’ve never felt anything other than fucking perfect inside me anyway.”

“Now you’re just bein’ nice,'' Jack chuckles, moving to kiss at the side of his eyes, catching the tears as they fall. “But I’ll take the compliment.”

He lets himself melt into the next few kisses, feeling Jack finally start to warm up as they move together.

“Speaking of compliments,” Jack blushes as he thrusts harder. “How would you feel about going for a second round?”

“That close?”

“Oh god, don’t mention it,” Jack laughs softly. “I’m trying to not think about it, so I don’t. You know. But I wanted to warn you-”

“Come in me,” he whispers it into Jack’s ear, nipping gently at his earlobe.

There are a lot of sounds he would admit he finds satisfying, but hearing Jack moan and whimper while his cock pulses inside of him is one of the few that’s in the top five.

“Sorry,” Jack mutters. “Fuck.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Izzy rubs gently at the back of Jack’s neck, running his fingers through his hair. “I like it. And thank you for the compliment with that.”

“You’re welcome,” Jack laughs. “Can I stay inside you?”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

They readjust again, flipping so Jack can lay on his back.

“Your leg okay?” Jack tentatively touches the spot where Izzy’s knee used to be.

His prosthetic is set carefully against the nearest wall, along with the pile of their clothes. “I’m okay. I’ll let you know when I need to move. Honestly, if anything, now I don’t have to worry about that knee giving out on me if I ride you. No guarantee on the other one though.”

Jack giggles, hands roaming over Izzy’s thighs. “We got matching torso wounds too now. Ain’t that special?”

“Ed and Stede have left their marks on us both,” Izzy mutters. He can’t pretend he wasn’t thinking a bit about Ed when Jack came in him, if only because Ed used to love fucking him and cockwarming until round two as much as Jack does. That, and the way Ed used to thank him for it, peppering his face with kisses, smiling in that uniquely relaxed way in the moment-

“Yeah,” Jack’s voice interrupts his thoughts, a hand reaching up to cup his face. “They left that and more on you, didn’t they?”

“Don’t say it like that.”

“I’m just callin’ it like I see it,” Jack shrugs. “If they’d been smart, they would have kept you for themselves at that inn.”

“And have me do what, exactly? How would I have been of any use to them?”

He doesn’t mean it to come out so harsh, so forceful, but it’s been haunting him since they left the inn. At sea, he can do most of what he used to, albeit more slowly and with accommodation on the days everything hurts and refuses to stop. Those are the days he dreads the most, when the phantom pain in his leg distracts overwhelmingly and the spot where the bullet tried to go through his gut itches and twinges, making him worry he won’t be able to keep up with the rest of the crew.

There’s only been a couple days where he genuinely couldn’t, and stayed back from a raid. No one has held it against him, and Frenchie has told him he can take as many of those days as he needs. He appreciates it, but it somehow doesn’t make it any easier when he’s stuck there, left to hope that everyone will come back okay, that they won’t need his help-

“You keep disappearing into that brain of yours,” Jack interrupts his thoughts again. “Stay here with me.”

He sighs softly, and tries to focus on the moment. How he can feel Jack getting hard again inside of him, the occasional twitch. The warmth of being pressed so close together there, with Jack’s other hand gently teasing his cock and the lips of his cunt as they splay around Jack’s cock.

“Fuck me,” Jack murmurs, head dropping back onto the pillow on the cot.

“I’m working on it,” Izzy scoffs playfully. “I thought we were giving you some more time before the next round.”

“Yeah, no, we are,” Jack mumbles. “Just. You feel so fuckin’ good.”

“Not already-”

“You know very well I’m not there yet,” Jack interrupts. “But goddamn it might not take me long again. I know you might have meant for this to be a one night thing-”

He leans down and kisses Jack. “I’m up for it for as long as you want to hang around with us. And you might as well stay, you’re safer here than anywhere else right now. You have to behave yourself though.”

“I won’t kill anybody else’s birds.”

“No, you fucking won’t,” Izzy flexes himself around Jack’s cock, grinning when Jack whimpers. “Stede told me all about that fucking mess. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t,” Jack replies. “Got no excuse. I fucked up.”

“Well, Buttons is a bird himself now, so you’ll do well to make sure you don’t go after any gulls,” Izzy murmurs into his ear, in between kisses and nipping bites to his neck. “Or the crew will gut you alive.”

“And you’ll watch?”

“If you’d want me to.”

“Kinky, nasty, little fucker,” Jack laughs, pulling himself up to sit against the wall the cot is pushed against with a groan. “Ugh. Felt that right in the cannonball wound.”

“Then let me handle this round,” he shifts on Jack’s cock, letting himself move just enough to make Jack moan again. “I do mean it though. I asked Frenchie when we were pulling you up, if you could stay. As long as you keep your shit together and don’t kill anyone, you’re welcome here.”

“I’d like that,” Jack sighs, his eyelids fluttering shut. “Come here.”

Jack’s hands move from where they’d been resting loosely on his hips, and his arms wrap around him to pull him closer.

He waits for a nod and affirming grunt from Jack before he starts to fuck him in earnest, grinding on his cock.

“I never understood it,” Jack mumbles as they fuck. “How Ed wasn’t fuckin’. Doing everything he could to keep you happy, keep you right by him-”

“He knew I wouldn’t leave,” Izzy murmurs against Jack’s lips before kissing him. “And I didn’t. Not even at the end. Not even when I felt goddamn close to it-”

“You were that close to going? To dyin-”

“I don’t know if a person is supposed to see anything in particular when they nearly die,” Izzy continues, switching to a gentle bounce on Jack’s cock, leaning harder on his full leg to move like he wants. “But I didn’t see jack shit except the light fading. It was close.”

Jack’s hands move back to his hips, helping him bounce. “I’m glad you’re still here.”

He almost stops moving, out of shock. “I thought you weren’t that sentimental.”

But Jack’s head drops against his shoulder, and he switches back to grinding as Jack holds him close and tight, so tight it almost hurts.

Jack’s shoulders hitch, and he moves his hands to rub the back of Jack’s neck. “Hey, I’m here. I’m okay. Slower, still learning how to move like I want to with all of this, but-”

“I don’t think you’ve lost any of your skill with moving,” Jack sniffles, raising his head, tears still falling. “Not like this, at least.”

“Goddamn it,” Izzy sighs, feeling tears at the edges of his eyes. “I just fucking stopped crying.”

“Fuck it, cry while you fuck me,” Jack sobs it as much as he says it. “Maybe we both need it.”

He can’t deny that, even if he doesn’t like it. There’s something fucked up but freeing, fucking Jack as hard as he can, ignoring the ache of his hips, while he lets himself go and weeps into Jack’s shoulder.

“I know you got everybody on here lookin’ after you, whether you’re fucking them or not,” Jack says after a few moments. “But while I’m here, however much longer I manage to survive…I got you too, okay? I want to look after you.”

“If you wanted me to stop crying, you’re going to be disappointed,” Izzy gasps in between something that’s not quite a moan, but not quite a sob. “I love you; you absolute twat.”

“I love you too,” Jack sighs happily. “I don’t normally like saying all that sentimental shit, but it feels so good right now. You can take the piss out of me later for this, but…can you say it again?”

“I love you,” Izzy repeats, breathing into Jack’s mouth before another kiss. “I love you, despite everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve done to each other-”

“You’ve only ever shouted at me, and usually for good reason,” Jack interjects softly, his hips thrusting up to meet Izzy’s movement. “I know you’re feeling good or you would have stopped this by now, but-”

“I’m close,” Izzy murmurs. Jack, bless him, has always been a bit bad at noticing when he’s close. He’s gotten better over the years, but he can’t fault him for being distracted enough to struggle with it tonight. “Either keep doing that, or-”

“Tell me how you want it,” Jack’s arms are warm around him, hips thrusting up harder now. “Quicklike, if you could, though.”

“Either like this, or flip us over again,” he’s actively holding off now, wanting to come as close to when Jack does as possible. “I’d say prone, but-”

“You do love it like that, don’t you?” Jack chuckles.

“I do, but I want to see you when I come,” Izzy continues. He can hear himself panting, and the rest of the crew can probably hear them if they’re in any of the nearby rooms. He doesn’t care; he can apologise for it later. “And if you’re not biting my neck when you come, or kissing me, or something-”

“I know how you like it,” Jack smirks as he moves them, helping Izzy get onto his back without his cock slipping out too much. “If you’re feeling up to it, later we could try it out prone bone. Make sure it still feels as good as it used to.”

“I think we’d better make sure.”

Jack laughs, thrusting hard. “Are you-”

“If you stop, I’ll stab you directly in your fucking cannonball wound.”

Jack laughs again, shoulders shaking, tears still falling. “I fucking love you.”

“Then come in me again.”

He lets himself go just as he feels Jack’s cock start to pulse, drifting on a wave of pleasure that leaves him moaning loud enough that the rest of the crew will definitely hear.

Jack swallows up his moan in another kiss, panting into his mouth. “I know I just said it, but-”

“Keep telling me,” Izzy interrupts. He’s tired of trying to figure out if what he feels is the same as what other people would call ‘love.’ All he knows is he likes Jack, likes being this close to him, and only wants more of it. Maybe that’s love to him, even if it isn’t love to anyone else. It was enough love for him and Ed, for the longest time. “Tell me, please-”

“I love you,” Jack murmurs into another kiss. “I do. The way things are going, we all might be dead in a week. I’m gonna say it and make up for the years I couldn’t, wouldn’t. I love you.”

They lay there, in a sweaty heap, gasping and moaning into each other’s mouths as they come down together.

“I made you a fucking mess,” Jack sighs after another moment. “Can I eat it out of you?”

He cackles. He can’t help it. “Yeah. Yeah, you can.”

Jack moves to settle between his legs, and he lets his eyes shut.

“There you go,” Jack murmurs as he kisses Izzy’s thighs. “We spent most of this time talking, didn’t turn your brain off at all. Now though-”

“Not a single thought,” Izzy interrupts with a contented sigh. It’s been awhile since he’s had anyone do this particular bit, and he’s tempted to ask Frenchie, Roach, and the other crew members he’s been spending nights with if they’d be into it at all. “I promise. Just gonna lay here. Catch my breath-”

“And let me make you come again while I eat you out,” Jack smiles, his head lifted for a brief moment, nose prodding at Izzy’s cock. “Good boy.”

That shuts the rest of his thoughts off, and he can only focus on threading his hands through Jack’s hair, and the feeling of Jack’s lips and tongue on the folds of his cunt.

#text post #cjizzy #the title is eh but i couldn't find any lyrics I liked enough so i just winged that lol #making myself title it now so I don't get caught up on that when i put this up on ao3 fdjakljdasf #it's nearly 430 in the morning and i gotta get my tshot done but pls enjoy this thing where i project a bit onto both of them lmao #it's all good it got some emotions out and writing smut is just. always so satisfying #just feels good to have a completed and published piece too tbh

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Songs mentioned in this work in order: You've Lost That Loving Feeling by The Righteous Brothers. These Boots Are Made or Walkin' by Nancy Sinatra. One Way or Another by Blondie. You're So Vain by Carly Simon. The Promise by When In Rome. Angeleyes by ABBA. Take My Breath Away by Berlin. I've Had The Time of My Life by Billy Medley and Jennifer Wernes.

All of these I recommend cause they're so good, and if you like the songs from Top Gun, you'll probably like these.

This was literally so fun to write. The singing scene just fit so well in my head and it makes me smile, so I hope you enjoy it as well!

Minors DNI. 18+

"Nah, it's a nice job. And they're not so bad. We don’t really interact at all. Some of the more observant ones will talk to me, like Natasha and Bob. They're good."

"At least they're not mean," her friend offered. "Being ignored is better than being degraded."

"You think I'd let myself get degraded? Please. Even if my dad weren't who he was, I handle my own."

"Oh please, you can't even handle your beer."

"I'm sorry," she stressed the word, "that alcohol makes me tired. Maybe if this conversation was decent I'd be mentally invested in staying awake."

Jenny laughed, smile bright. "Go get me another beer, I can't handle you."

"I had to pee anyway."

"You always have to pee!"

"Some of us are born with small bladders!"

Ottilie scooted out of the booth, making her way to the bathroom. It was her second time using the bathroom and they had been there for an hour. She didn't use the bathroom this much at work (she rarely got the chance to) so it was her hypothesis that her body made up for it by making her pee every half hour when there was a bathroom reliably nearby.

She despised it.

She touched up her makeup and hair before leaving. Her lipstick needed another swipe because her inner lips were wearing from pressing against a glass. She also had a few baby hairs slipping out of their formed hold.

Ottilie made her way to the bar, a lengthy struggle as it was packed as normal. Lots of regulars in unformed beige that she recognized, but they wouldn't recognize her. She got to the bar, forearms resting against the cleaned wood, and she waited to catch a bar attendent's gaze.

It was five minutes later and she still had not figured out how to do it. Did they think she was just standing there for fun or was she really that easily ignored?

Her shoulder was tapped. She jolted, surprised, and started to turn.

"Excuse me, excuse me miss?"

She faced a blond haired man she recognized, a flush immediately on her cheeks.

A second man cut between them, saving her from looking like a tomato. "Hey, hey, don't worry, I'll take care of this." He had his back to her, clean cut beige outfit blending him in with everyone else.

Her brows knit in confusion. She wasn't quick to turn away and the next move had her brows rising.

The blond man tapped the second man's shoulder. They both ducked but in opposite directions. The blond pointed a finger at her, an 'off' microphone appearing in his hand out of nowhere.

He started to sing.

"You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss, your lips."

He was tone deaf. She smiled, unable to help how stupid this was. He wouldn't recognize a key if it was spelled out in front of him. Or rather, flying at him.

"There's no tenderness, like before, in your fingertips," the second man continued, much more tone savvy and hitting the notes. The two men swayed back and forth, snapping their fingers at each change of direction.

"You're trying hard not to show it," the blond continued and at the next word, the other men and women in beige joined.

Was this practiced?

"Baby. But baby, believe me I know it. You've lost, that loving feeling." With more people, the main man wasn't nearly as tone deaf. They actually sounded surprisingly good. "Woah, that loving feeling. You've lost that loving feeling now it's gone, gone, gone, woah. Badum, badum, badum –"

Ottilie held up her hands. There was immediate silence, eagerness growing with bated breaths. She had the eyes of the entire bar on her and the attention didn't make her uneasy. It wasn't that she avoided attention, it just didn't come naturally to her.

"If you can answer one question for me, I'll do whatever you want tonight."

She wasn't going to raise a single finger.

Jake Seresin stepped forward, grinning. "Ask away sweetheart."

She grinned to match his. He really was a looker. "What's my name?"

"I'd love to find out so I'm saying the right name later."

Ottilie clapped her hands with a sharp laugh, leaning back, forearms resting against the counter. She was smiling, all teeth and happy. "Unfortunately the only name you'll be saying later remains to be your own, as that was the wrong answer. Hey Phoenix, you know my name?"

The woman's voice came from behind her, on the opposite side of the bar. The woman likely had a pool stick and beer in her hands. "Sure do girlie."

"And uh, Bob, you know my name?"

"Please don't make me."

"That was a yes," Ottilie answered. "They cared to learn my name after working with me for two weeks. What's your excuse?"

"You're saying I've seen you before but I'd never forget a face like yours."

She laughed at what may have been the oldest line in the book. "Jenny, I'm gonna need your help with this one."

Scooting. Shuffling. Then, "excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me."

Her raven haired friend appeared, standing right at her side. She looked Jake Seresin up and down, nodding in consideration. She turned to Ottilie.

"Copy it with Nancy?"

"Exactly what I was thinking."

Jenny came to stand in front of Ottilie. They were both smiling at each other like idiots, having never practiced this before but managing to set up for it like they did this every night.

Ottilie tapped her friends shoulder. They ducked down, both of them opposite ways, and Ottilie popped up, pointing to the blond looker.

"You keep saying, you got something for me." He looked at her like she was gold in the mines. His eyes were the brightest thing in the room and her heart thundered in her chest. She was completely awake now. Not even a pint of beer could put her to rest. "Something you call love, but confess."

Jenny came to her side, fist to her mouth with an invisible microphone. "You've been a messing, where you shouldn'ta been a messin," the word was dragged out, voice carrying the syllables with honey. "Yeah."

"And now someone else is getting all your best," Ottilie finished, the two of them close together, stepping back and forth, in sync with the imaginary beat.

They took up the next patch together, bringing in their fake microphones together, heads against each other. "These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do. One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you." The last note was low and with their voices, they struggled. Their waveryness was overlooked however, as Jake Seresin held up his hands, not one to be outdone or turned down.

He was quick on the comeback. "One way or another, I'm gonna find ya, I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya. One way or another, I'm gonna win ya, I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya. One way or another, I'm gonna see ya. I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya. One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya – "

"He walked into the party, like you were walking into a yacht. Your hat strategically dipped below one eye. Your scarf, it was apricot. You had one eye in the mirror, as you watched yourself Gavotte. And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner. They'd be your partner, and –

Her head leaned back into Jenny's, the two of them singing the words together again. "You're so vain. You probably think this song is about you. You're so vain! I'll bet you think this song is about you, don't you? Don't you?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say. I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be. But if you'll wait around awhile, I'll make you fall for me. I promise, I promise you I will."

Ottilie turned to her friend, "Keep thinking, bout his angeleyes. Keep thinking, aaaahhhh," she dragged the note out softly, two hands over her heart.

Jenny shook her head, a firm rock to her slipping landslide. "Last night I was taking a walk along the river, and I saw him together with a young girl. And the look that he gave her made me shiver, 'cause he always used to look at me that way. And I thought maybe I should walk right up to her and say. Ah ha ha, it's a game he likes to play."

Ottilie picked up where she left off. "Look into his angel eyes, one look and you're hypnotized." She gave him a wink, "he'll take your heart and you must pay the price. Look into his angel eyes, you'll think you're in paradise. And one day you'll find out he wears a disguise. Don't look too deep into those angel eyes," she was intentfully stepping forward, hand raising to rest against his jaw, thumb caressing his face. The eye contact was damning. "Oh no no no no."

He had no response.

He thought he had won.

She slid into a grin. "Now if you'll excuse me, it's past my bedtime and I have a very important day job."

"More important than keeping this land safe?"

Visibly, he hadn't eaten anything in the last ten minutes, but he found a way to be full of it.

She lightly pat his cheek and retracted her hand. "I keep your plane up and running sweetheart." The ball finally dropped. She grabbed Jenny's hand, pulling the girl to her side and linking their arms. "Who do you think fixes it after your daily crashlandings?"

They walked past the group, splitting the crowd after having succeeded in keeping the attention of every patron of the bar.

"Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game. On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame. Turning and returning to some secret place inside. Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say. . ."

Jenny's hand was on the door, but Ottilie had stopped. Jenny was looking at her, words silent but incredibly loud.

Don't do it. Girl, do not do it.

I'm gonna do it.

Women everywhere are disappointed in you. Congratulations on disappointing women.

She wasn't singing the next words as she turned slowly. They were drawn out, building up the dramatic appeal of 'what was she going to do?'. "I've. . .had. . .the time of my life. . . " Was she reading an epic poem or being a young dumb fool? The world may never know. "And I owe it all to you. . .Learn my name and I'll let you buy me a drink."

The partner in crime jumped onto the blond's shoulders. "He shoots, he SCORES!"

The crowd was oddly invested in this as it sounded like the favorite soccer team had just won the championship (she didn't know soccer, she thought they had a championship, right?). There was uproar and cheering as she left with her friend, laughing just as loudly as they entered the dark of the night.

"You're terrible!" Jenny exclaimed.

"I tried!"

"Tried what, to get into his pants?"

"No, that just came naturally. Dude, he's attractive. Did you smell him? Oh my God he smells nice."

"Women, everywhere, disappointed," Jenny reminded.

Ottilie rolled her eyes. "I'm an engineer in the Navy, I've helped forward women enough – and you're a secretary so shut up! You put women back thirty years!"

"I actually put women back a lot more. My plan is to find a husband and become a housewife."

"Women, everywhere, disappointed," Ottilie said, leg swinging over her bike. Jenny got on behind her, arms going around her waist.

"Yeah they're not the first people I'm disappointing. I'm striving for equality by disappointing everyone equally."

"Your genius is almost incomprehensible."

"What can I say, I am great."

Her engine roared with extra gas and Ottilie kicked off the ground, rolling forward. Speed picked up quick until her short hair was blowing back, wind slicing into her and taking off the nerves that came with flirting with Jake Seresin, a student of her dad's.

"You totally set him up!" She called over the wind.

"I did not!"

"Dad, mom's told me the story of how you pulled that stunt on her! He sang the same song!"

"I may have mentioned the move to him, but I never encouraged him to use it on my own daughter! In fact, I have half a mind – "

"That's being generous."

He gave her a look.

She smiled.

"I have half a mind to have a serious talk with him. I thought we agreed no Navy men?"

"No, you said that, and I said, 'Dad, my standards are too high'."

"Did your standards lower?"

"No, he's just incredibly hot."

Her dad made the typical dad sound of 'blagh!' at the idea of his daughter finding someone attractive. She laughed and sped up, going onto her back tire. She sat down as he sped to join her, and they ended up racing at a very slightly not necessarily law approved pace.

They split up at the base, Ottilie telling her dad to 'give Jake a kiss for me'.

Then she started her day.

The sweat came early on, and when she got a call for a project indoors, energy found her and she nearly ran inside. She was with her work friends, all of them eager for a length project indoors. That joy at being inside quickly turned to not joy as they found how lengthy of a project it was going to be.

Her will to live could be described in many ways. Nonexistent. See through. Microscopic.

She didn't even bother leaving work because it was a few hours until she was supposed to arrive again anyway. She found a place to sleep and she slept. She didn't even get to sleep the entire time because she was woken.

She looked like she was on drugs with her red eyes, her bags, and her disoriented blinking.

"Hi, yeah, I hate to do this to you, but there's a light out in my office and I was wondering if you could fix it?"

There was a light out in this higher ranking officers head as well.

"Is it morning?" She asked, looking around her, seeing only a dark room because there were no windows to natural light.

"Yes."

"Then open your curtains."

". . .You're Mitchell's kid, aren't you."

"Top Gun, the brightest and best," she mumbled, pushing up into a stand. "Yeah yeah, I'll get you a lightbulb. Try not to need me for anything else while I get it."

It really was a miracle she had had her job for so long. No one thought she'd last, herself included.

She got a singular lightbulb from an unmarked closet and found Admiral Cyclone's room. How did she know it was him without ever reading his name tag? Intuition. And she was right because he waved her in when she knocked. He was on a call so she kept quiet.

She quietly made noise moving one of his wooden chairs across the ground. She quietly made more noise moving a second chair over. She actually kept quiet standing on the two chairs, balancing in a very questionable manner between the two of them and reaching for the ceiling. She reached the light fixture and began to unscrew it. Dust rained down right into her face and she quietly died of dust in her lungs.

She pulled the lightbulb out and stuck it in her pocket, replacing it with the newer one. She got down from her OSHA violation set up and made a move to return the chairs to their designated spot.

Admiral Cyclone held up a hand.

She nodded, backing up, hands up and head down. "Of course sir. Have a good day sir."

She was still bowing as she left the newly lighted room, closing the door behind her.

Ottilie remained stationary in front of the door, staring at it dead ahead. She silently burst out laughing, walking down the hallway. She was hilarious. She really was. Sometimes her own hilarity. . .it scared her. No one person should be this hilarious but here she stood.

The real day started soon enough and she was back outside again. It only got hotter. She was desperate for an excuse to go indoors and when that excuse came, she wondered if she had caused this by asking for a reason.

Bob and Phoenix were in the med bay. She didn't rush over, her own anxiety keeping her from running straight there and bursting through the doors like a madman. She wanted to, but she waited. Her shift ended and she was actually allowed to leave. She took a shower. She changed into the clothes meant for yesterday. She found her way to the med bay.

Ottilie poked her head in the door containing her two friends. "Yoohoo, comedic relief has arrived."

Phoenix and Bob were in the same bed, sitting criss cross, playing cards. They smiled at her when she arrived.

"No, we ordered an architect, not an engineer."

Ottilie fake laughed. "You suck Bob and no one will ever love you."

"Braid my hair?" Phoenix asked.

"Pilots are so lazy, can't change their own lightbulbs, can't do their own hair."

"Fill my blinker fluid?" Bob asked as she sat down behind Phoenix.

"Bob, that huts. It really does."

She combed her fingers through Phoenix's hair, leading the flow directly back to her so it was out of her face. She was on her knees to be able to get close to the hairline.

"So uh, what's with you and Bagman?" Phoenix asked, tone suggestive. "I thought you had standards."

"Well dad, I find that when a boy sings a song for you in front of a crowd, and when he returns fire after you musically reject him, that's reason to give him a chance."

"My ears are still bleeding after hearing him," Bob said. "Finally found something he's not good at and I still suffer – "

There was a knock on the door. The three of them turned.

"What is this, Beetlejuice?" Bob questioned.

"As I live and breathe," Jake Seresin grinned, coming into the room, eyes not on his recently 'injured' teammates, but her. "If it isn't Ottilie Mitchell."

"Looks like someone did his homework."

"Care to know how I found out? I was walking past Admiral Cyclone's office – "

"Oh God."

"And he was talking to Captain Mitchell. I just happened to overhear something about Cyclone being on a very important phone call as wooden chairs scrape across wooden floors, creating a 'God-awful ruckus' for a 'damn lightbulb'."

Phoenix was already chuckling.

"Hey, he should be mad at no one but himself. That asshat woke me up, pretended to apologize about waking me up, and asked me to fix the light in his office. It's morning; he has an office with windows. Open the blinds!"

Phoenix laughed at half volume, restrained as to not cause too much movement with someone else's hands in her hair. Bob chuckled which for him, was an unrestrained laugh.

"The resemblance to Maverick is uncanny," he said with a shake of his head.

Her brow arched. "So if my dad was a woman you'd be trying to do him as well? Oh my God, déjà vu. That's how I popped out. Title IX really needs to be talked about more."

"I think Bagman's already trying to do your dad. I think I saw him drooling earlier – "

"Phoenix, you're one to talk. Didn't you crash into a mountain because you were too busy dreaming about him?"

"I'm gagging. This is my dad, people."

Phoenix twisted her head when her finished braid dropped down. "Sorry girl, your dad's hot."

She visibly gagged and plopped back onto the terrible military hospital pillows. "Nightmares. I will have them."

"Then let's give you something good to think about instead. Hard Deck. 8 pm tonight."

"Can't. I haven't been home in over 36 hours and I plan to pass the heck out."

"Tomorrow then."

"Sounds like a plan. And I'll even let you walk me to my bike now."

"You'll let me?"

"I shall let you. I knew you secretly wanted to and because I'm such a caring individual, I am permitting it. You're welcome."

"Great, there's two of them," Bob said.

Ottilie rolled her eyes, side hugging Phoenix goodbye. She raised her fist to Bob and he bumped it.

"Glad you two are okay."

Jake led the way out. She stopped, not following him, staring at him. He realized she wasn't following and turned.

She cleared her throat passive aggressively, the best form of aggressive in existence.

"What?"

"Figure it out hotshot."

He rolled his eyes. "Bob, Phoenix, glad you're not dead. Maybe next time don't let the birds hit you."

Ottilie twisted back to look at them. "I'll work on it."

Phoenix snorted. "Good luck."

She left with Hangman, walking at his side. "So, how many times have you pulled off that musical number?"

"Only once. Your dad told me that one and I didn't believe it had any chance."

It had a great big fucking chance. She popped out because of that song.

"Finally starting to listen to my dad?" She questioned.

He took playful offense. "I always listen to him. Rooster, on the other hand, is adamant about doing his own thing."

"Ah, I see, you're the perfect little listener, aren't you?"

"Perfect is how I've been described, yes."

She smiled, his cocky confidence funny to her. After growing up in the crowd she had, she had learned to not take cocky people too seriously. A light hearted approach to any situation had always produced the best results.

"And how would you describe your singing, Hangman? Because uh, I'd describe it pitchy."

"I'm not a singer, my mouth is better at other things." His eyes flickered down. Slow. Calculated. Leisurely rising back to her eyes. "A lot better."

She laughed, the sound deep from her chest. "Careful there hotshot, you said a drink and that's not till tomorrow."

Like a man that wanted something from her, he held the door open for her, letting her pass into the hot California air.

"I consider this a pregame warm up."

"Am I a sport?"

"If you were, we'd already be at it."

"Bold of you to assume I want to play."

"It's not an assumption when you were the one that suggested the drink," he smirked at her, knowing he had put her into a box.

He walked her to her bike and she swung her leg over it, earning a low whistle. She knew that would be the reaction and failed to keep the grin off her face.

"Keep it in your pants, Seresin."

"That's where I'm tryna get you, Mitchell."

"I hope my Dad doesn't hear you talking like that. He said he was gonna have a chat with you."

"As far as I'm concerned, nothing's happened yet, and there's no need to have a chat."

"But we're gonna have one anyway." Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell appeared, sunglasses on, a smile on his face as he pat Hangman's shoulder. Regret washed over the younger man's face and her smile grew. "Drive safe sweety. There's food in the fridge for you."

"Thanks Dad, I'll see you later!" Her engine started and revved. She winked to Hangman and sped off, leaving the two men to their chat.

Did she feel bad? No. As if a chat from her dad was going to put down Jake Seresin. If anything, and she was more partial to this line of thought, it would only encourage him more.

Iceman passed. She knew the throat cancer had come back, but she hadn't accepted the possibility that it would win. She worked during his funeral, only allowed to visit it during her off time.

She took a raincheck on that drink.

She had a quiet dinner with her dad where he told her he had been grounded.

She set down her fork, bite untaken. "What're you gonna do?" She asked, not wanting to know.

"Something. . .In character."

"Damnit dad. Don't get fired, dishonorably discharged, or thrown in jail. I'm setting the bar so low right now."

"I figured that out when you set your sights on Hangman."

"No, we're not having this conversation, you're the one that's making bad life choices. Just. . .be safe."

"I will," she gave him a look. "I always give a solid effort in trying." She give him that same look x 10. ". . .I will need a little preflight check help from you."

She hung her head.

"Hey, you owe me. I got you out of trouble with Cyclone."

"I literally did nothing wrong! He's the high ranking numbnuts that doesn't know how to change a lightbulb!"

"You pulled a wooden chair across his wooden floor while he was on the phone with a Vice Admiral!'

She started laughing, unable to keep up the disappointed façade. "That is so not my fault!"

"And then you pulled a second wooden chair," her dad was beginning to laugh too, "across the floor! And you bowed on your way out?"

Her head tipped back, hands clapping together. "I was just trying to show appropriate respect!"

"You bowed!"

"Respectfully!"

She climbed the ladder and looked into the cockpit. Her dad faced her, helmet on, geared up.

"You're all good. Don't know how long that'll last with your flying."

"You got a problem with my flying?"

"Only when you don't tank the jet enough, otherwise I gotta put in solid effort in repairing it. So if you do do something stupid, I only ask that you blow the jet up afterwards so I don't have to pull an all nighter."

"Seems like a reasonable enough request."

She pat the side of his helmet. "Fly like hell dad. Show Cyclone who the man is."

"Sometimes I question the way I raised you."

She climbed down the ladder and folded it up. She waved at him and the canopy began to lower. He pulled away, travelling along the taxiway with her eyes on him. She moved over to the farthest edge of the runway as he turned in. He finished up his preflight check at the end of the runway.

She grinned as he sped forward, and when he passed, she got a powerful breeze so loud she understood the purpose of safety headphones. He ascended and she looked to her left, then her right. She ran in the opposite direction to put distance between herself and the scene of the crime.

Her dumbass self ran straight past the hangar that her dad normally taught in. He wasn't there anymore. Can you guess who was there? Yeah. It was him.

"MITCHELL."

She froze, face scrunched in a desperate hope to have heard wrong. She kept still just in case Admiral Cyclone was like a t-rex and couldn't see people unless they moved.

He was not.

"Did you help your dad take off?"

"What dad?"

Oh, she was really stupid.

An extremely agitated sigh. "Did you help Pete Mitchell take off?"

"No sir, that would be insubordination and I'm a big supporter of subordination."

Was that even a word?

"Speaking of subordination, I've got to go get this lightbulb to another Admiral's office. Yeah, he can't see right now so he really needs me. Good talking to you, have a great day sir."

She ran again.

"You said," he started laughing already. "You said that you're a big supporter of subordination? And-" he almost couldn't finish. "And that, there's another Admiral, that needs a lightbulb?"

"And then I ran," Ottilie finished. "And this was after he asked me if I helped my dad, and I'm like 'what dad?'"

Her dad laughed loudly.

"How have we made it this far in life?"

"Charm," he answered. "It's all charm."

"So uh, you're headed out in the morning?"

He nodded. "And I know we normally spend the night together before, but I was hoping an exception could be made. . .I was going to see Penny."

Penny, his oldest friend.

"Oh were you now?"

"Don't give me that look Tilie."

"I am giving you no look."

"You're so full of it."

"No it's fine. You go hang with Penny. I'll call Jenny and see if I can get through two beers without falling asleep."

"How are you my kid?"

"Biologically I think?"

He rolled his eyes and pushed on her head, messing up her hair. She laughed, moving away, and swiping her keys from the countertop. He followed after with his own keys.

"Stupid questions get stupid answers dad."

He closed the door behind him and she got on her bike. It was a quick drive to the bar because speed limits were really just speed suggestions at this point. He was no better so he couldn't yell at her.

When they arrived, it was packed.

Her dad, wearing his whites, went off right away. She found the person she was looking for and made her way over. She hadn't called Jenny, she had no intention of spending a large amount of time here tonight.

He spotted her before she arrived and straightened up, a smirk settling in naturally.

"You, ma'am, know how to piss off an Admiral."

"Thank you it's genetic. Can we talk outside?"

"Since you asked so nicely."

She led the way, the cool air and dark skies a perfect environment. It was oddly quiet with the bar right behind them. She preferred this. The fairy lights that strung up on the wooden beams above them, creating a scene almost entirely separate from the one inside.

She leaned against the railing, her back to the sea, her eyes to the man.

"I have to ask a favor."

His brow rose.

"First you make me figure out your name, then you ask for a raincheck on that drink, and now, before we've even had our first date, you're asking for a favor? Interesting tactic Mitchell."

"You're consistent, and reliably, a great pilot. Tomorrow, whatever happens during that mission, please keep my dad safe."

The spark in his personality slipped, a more serious demeanor creeping in.

"My dad never stopped blaming himself for Goose's death. Goose, he was," she struggled for the term. It wasn't a lack of knowledge on the proper technical terms, it was a lack of knowing how to justify everything Goose was to her dad.

"I know," he whispered, nodding his head.

"And you, all of you, he cares about you. He won't even think if it comes down to saving you or saving himself. I know it's a lot of me to ask –"

He cut her off, already shaking his head. "No. It's not. I will do everything in my power to make sure he comes home to you, Ottilie. I promise."

She wasn't expecting it to affect her like it did. She was expecting sarcastic but playful banter throughout the entire ordeal, and instead she got this. Emotions. A pang in her chest.

She pushed off the railing and moved forward, pulling him into a hug. He didn't hug her back right away, and she wondered how unused to hugs he was. He was rigid, tense, uncomfortable. Shocked still.

It took him a while until he put his arms around her.

Then it was warm and comforting. He radiated heat and safety.

"Do you really think I'm a good pilot?"

Ottilie moved her head, chin resting against his chest, looking up at him. "I said great. I've been around a lot of good pilots. You, are great."

"My dad never thought so."

She kept silent as he broke gazes, staring out to the water. There was a time to speak and a time to listen. This was the latter.

"He never came to see me fly, but he knew I wasn't anything special. Made a point of reminding me. He said that I could always be more decorated. He said that as long as I was doing things other people could do, I wasn't good."

Her response was without hesitation.

"The only remarkable thing that your dad ever did was make you. Anything he's ever told you was out of jealously because you're more a man than he could ever be."

He looked down at her. Her words may have been the most honest thing she had ever said and there was no misinterpreting it.

"I mean, how many men can pull off such high quality singing in a full bar just to get 1 girl?"

He started to smile. "I haven't gotten her yet."

She rolled her eyes, voice quieting. He really did have nice eyes. When he was like this, there wasn't anything more captivating. "You always had her." Ottilie rose, standing on her tiptoes, and he bent down, kissing her.

It was simple, nothing to horrify little children. A light kiss before she lowered until she was flat foot again, smiling up at him.

"So you can sing, but can you dance?"

"If I were to have a decent partner, I'm sure I could pull a few moves out."

They each unwrapped one arm to hold hands. Their bodies stayed together and they started to sway on the back patio, wood silent beneath them, the indoor crowd and music their only beat.

As far as nights went, it wasn't bad. Not bad at all.

She watched them leave and she prayed they returned.

She got to work, always waiting for a phone call. Always waiting for someone to come up to her and give her bad news. Her work didn't distract her today. Every action she did was overthought. It took several tries to get her attention.

The sun came overhead. She knew something had to have happened by now and if she wasn't getting a call, that had to be a good sign, right? Or was it taking longer than expected. Had something happened and they couldn't step away to contact her?

No. She wouldn't be on the priority list for contacting. The priority would be sending more people to attempt to finish the impossible mission.

She couldn't eat her lunch. She actually got time for a lunch break and she sat on the ground, looking to the skies.

Surely the skies wouldn't be so clear if something had happened.

Wishful thinking.

"Hey hey hey!" It wasn't a fun series of 'hey'. It was urgent. Intrigued. Ecstatic. She was shoved and she would have bit the head off her work friend if they hadn't been pointing to the skies.

Her eyes lit up, her anxiety washed away like a bucked had been poured over her. She stood, almost falling from her numb legs, eyes on that first jet that was making its way down.

"Who is it?" She asked. "Can anyone see?"

"Binoculars!" Avery called, grabbing them from someone not paying attention. He put them to his eyes, finding the landing jet. "Uh. . .It's. . .Phoenix and Bob."

"There's more!" She gasped, jumping on him, pointing to the skies. They were too far away to even attempt at seeing but when they started their descent, Phoenix steering off the runway and to homebase, the next jet came in sight.

And she waited for her dad's callsign to be read.

The jet landed.

The next came into sight.

The next.

It wasn't coming.

It didn't come.

Neither did Roosters.

Her hands were shaking. She was going to cry.

"There's an unmarked jet. A friendly but unmarked," Avery said, lowering the binoculars with that final landed plane. "They brought someone else back?"

She took off running.

Several were already out of their jets. They grouped together and there was no sorrow filled silence. There was laughing. Ease. Happiness.

The final canopy opened and two men stood. One spotted her right away, and there was no mistaking him. The hair, the sunglasses, the helmet.

"Is that my kid?!" He called to her, not even a sixth of the way as serious as she was. He was relaxed and lighthearted whereas she was hysteric.

"YOU COULDN'T HAVE CALLED?"

"My phone got left behind in the uh. . .it got left behind and I can't go back for it."

He slid down the ladder and was just turning around as she arrived, slamming into him with an unrelenting hug. He chuckled, stumbling back, and held her.

"Hey there, I'm fine. Practically unscratched."

"I was worried."

"I don't see why. Hangman said something about you making him promise to stop me from doing anything stupid?"

"Did it work?"

"No. . .but he did save my life after I did the thing. Smart thinking kid, you always have had my back."

"Someone's got to. It's not like you're going to use that brain of yours."

She pulled away, rolling her eyes at him. "You give me grey hairs, you know that, right? I'm greying because of you."

"Who is the adult here?"

"I question that myself."

She pulled away and gave him a once over. She shook her head. "You stress me out."

"He stresses all of us out," Rooster said from above. "You should've seen his flying today. Just wait until you hear – "

"We don't need to talk about that bud. Yeah, let's just, past stays in the past, okay? No need to bring it up now. Hey look, it's Admiral Cyclone. I'm gonna go help him, he says his light broke again?"

Her dad jogged off after the weakest lie to ever exist.

She turned on her heel, sights finding her next target. Her target already had a lock on her.

He was tall. His shoulders back. His smirk on full display. Olive drab green had never looked so good on anyone.

He held his hands out in a 'who's the man' gesture.

She started to walk to him. "Did I ever incentivize asking for help?"

"No, I don't think you did."

"Then allow me to make amends." He leaned down as she arrived, and she whispered several things into his ear. His smirk only grew, staying in place when he righted.

"How's that sound, sir?"

Tonight was going to be great if his look was any indication.

He slammed her against a wall. Their mouths attacked each other, vicious and hungry and desperate. Her hands were in his hair, pulling, disheveling. His hands were on her hips, fingers digging into her ass. It was the type of pressure that left sparks and bruises and made her want more.

One hand travelled down to his neck to bring him closer. His tongue was further in her mouth, and his hips pushed more against hers. She ground down, hips moving without thought but accomplishing all her desires nonetheless. He moaned into her mouth and the vibrations went all the way down.

She pulled at his hair again, loving the soft feel of it.

Breathing through her nose didn't suffice her needs and she broke the kiss, gasping for air. He kept close to her, but he started moving quicker than she did, lips on her jaw. Kissing, nipping. Lips on her neck. Nipping harder. Sucking the skin into his mouth with the intent of leaving marks.

She ground her hips, finding a rhythm even when she was pressed firmly against the wall.

The hand on his neck moved to scratch at his back. Her nails scraped. She felt the taut muscle beneath. Her neck scrunched when he sucked on a particularly ticklish spot, a smile brought forth, her stomach tightening.

"I'm ticklish there," she whispered, his head pulling back, eyes glistening with intrigue.

"Where," he asked, lips ghosting across her neck. "Not. . .not here, right?" He bit right where she was ticklish and she scrunched up again, almost like she was trying to trap his head where it was.

"Jake," she warned, only managing to be semi threatening.

He hummed, going to the front of her neck, forcing her to look up. She let out a weak, breathless chuckle, the act leaving tingles all across her system.

Her legs tightened around his waist. The hand not in his hair finally found the hem of his shirt and she pulled it from his belt fastened pants. She found skin. Warm, smooth skin that was finely shaped with hours of physical labor.

It was a light trail upwards that had him shuttering. She had to remove her hand from his hair to pull the shirt off, and that meant he had to remove his hands from her hips. She stayed where she was because his hips kept her in place, but his upper body leaned away, helping the process of removing his shirt.

She threw it to the side, chest continuing to rise and fall with heavy breaths.

Ottilie cursed, nails finding his back, mouth finding his shoulders. She returned the treatment she had just received, teeth dragging across his skin and biting hard. Harder than he had done.

She could feel his chuckle against her, his hands on her waist, under her ass, pushing up. Slipping under her shirt. Finding the clasp of her bra.

She bit again when her bra relaxed.

"You'll have to take my shirt off first," she informed, featherlight kisses tracing along his rounded shoulders.

"I think I can work around it."

"Didn't know thinking was part of the job description."

"It's not, I just like to go above and beyond."

He had to detach his upper body from hers to cup her. She kept her mouth on him, but instead of pressing her against the wall, he kneaded her chest.

"You gonna take me against the wall Lieutenant, or do you own a bed?"

"You tempt me with the wall."

"I'll tempt you with more in a bed."

Her back left the wall, and she smiled against him. Her nails scratched up and down his back, lips pressing kisses to his neck without leaving any bruises.

One hand left her ass to push open a door. A foot kicked it close. The room was dark and her visual field lessened even more than in the already dark house. They turned until she was facing his wall. He found the bed despite facing away and sat down, slow and steady, never wavering. He didn't lay down, meaning she continued to sit in his lap, legs around his bare torso.

It prohibited her from grinding down on him, legs without the necessary base in order to cause satisfactory movement.

Jake seemed to realize this to as he was laying back now. She found his mouth and slipped her tongue inside this time instead of the other way around. She set the pace as his head pressed against the blanket covered mattress, and it was a matter of a second for her world to flip.

She was on top, her chest against his, her hips rolling into his, and then she was in the mattress. His hips pressed into hers. His chest flattening hers. His hands on her wrists and bringing them above her head.

Her pupils dilated. Her core throbbed. Her legs tightened. She looked at him with eyes wider than they were seconds prior.

"That was hot." The action had her breathless, heart thundering.

The statement only fed his ego and he kissed her again. His rougher jaw scratched against hers. His hips dug into hers and she wanted nothing more than for his pants and her own to be gone. The way his hips were moving had her mind spinning.

She tried to break the grip around her wrists. She tried to entice him by wiggling her hips. She arched her back, pushing her chest against his.

He finally pulled back, breathing ragged when he looked at her.

"Please," she whispered, hips squirming.

"You don't look that needy," he informed, kissing under her jaw.

"Stick your fingers down my shorts and you'll see otherwise."

She got a smirk.

He kissed her neck. His hands slid down her arms as he slid down her body. The collar of her shirt was high and he finally found it annoying enough to remove it. She helped get it the rest of the way off, and then her bra was flung away to. He kissed down her sternum, biting the side of her chest. His hands followed her curves until they found her jean shorts. He was kissing her stomach when the button mysteriously popped, the zipper falling down.

His green eyes locked with hers and her shorts were pulled off, legs bending to help him. He was kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed and when she was deprived of all clothing, his hands traced up her thighs. Guiding them to his shoulders.

His mouth found a very sensitive part of her and it was quiet.

Peace.

The most at ease she had been in months.

She didn't dare take in a full breath because that might affect the angle, and if the angle changed. . .she didn't want the angle to change.

Her head was light, her hairs raised, her back in a constant arch.

Her thigh muscles would tighten but she restrained herself, ordering them to not move.

His hands dug into her hips and she wished they were everywhere all at once. She liked where they were now, but if they could be on her chest, her waist, pulling her hair?

Ottilie whined his name.

She whined.

He sucked harder and her eyes shut tighter. She clenched, breathless, the feeling slowly growing inside of her and leaving her antsy.

She wanted more but it was steadily building now. She wanted the pleasure but she loved the cool that was there now.

She wanted to roll her hips but couldn't. She wanted to lower her stomach as her back was arched off the bed, but she couldn’t. She wanted to grab something sturdy but her fingers reached neither the head of the bed, nor the foot.

Ottilie was trapped, barely restraining herself from squirming.

Then his fingers were inside of her and her breath hitched.

Leisurely. Unbothered. Twisting.

The feeling inside of her was building and she couldn't move. She wanted to reach down and pull hair but any movement was bad movement.

She clenched, her forehead knitting. You'd think she was in pain and she would have preferred pain to this lengthy build up. The waiting. The keeping still. The half breaths. . .

"Jake," she shuttered out.

It built.

She whined his name again. She was on the edge, seconds from tipping over. The patience and discipline necessary to keep still was maddening. Her muscles locked up, her breath stayed half in her chest, and when it finally came, she allowed herself movement.

Her back arching higher, not high enough because his hands were still on her hips, keeping her in place. Her head dug into the mattress, arms stretching out, reaching for a hold that wasn’t there. Her nails came to dig into her palms, a more violent act for such a pleasant state.

He detached from her, and hazy eyes locked with his.

His fingers raised, slick. Her stomach flattened even more when he put those fingers in his mouth.

She surged up, he met her halfway. Another clash of mouths and tongues. His lips were wet and she was pulling at his hair again. She brought him over the bed, leading him, his knees in the mattress. Her hands left his hair to go down to his belt. She pulled it off, throwing it to the side for it to lay useless on the floor. His pants were undone next but she could only shove them down so far.

She broke the kiss to give him a look. “Are you going to help me?”

“Don’t know how to pull a guy’s pants down sweetheart?”

“Somehow I understand the difficult concept but my arms aren’t that long. So either you move and I can do it or we do this with your pants on.”

He grinned, head dipping down, lips right by her ears. At the tickle of his breath, a shiver ran along her arms and down her spine.

“Move me.”

It was her inability to turn down an impossible challenge that had her attempting. She pushed with her hips to try and twist him. She attempted to break his stability with his arms, pushing against his biceps to see if his upper base of support would widen and he’d collapse. She latched onto him and tried to kick up with her feet from the bed, but that worked laughably poorly.

She collapsed back down to the bed with a huff, infuriated by his smirk.

“Oh fuck you.”

“You’re certainly giving it your best effort.”

She fake laughed, scooting down and slipping her hand down his pants to grab him. His breath sucked in, body tightening “Ha ha ha. I’m Jake Seresin, I’m a cocky little shit.” She looked up at him, finding his head hung in painful pleasure. “You gonna move now?”

“Yes ma’am.”

They moved. He laid down on the bed, finally acting normal and taking up lengthwise instead of width. She kneeled to the side of him and moved his pants down, throwing them to the side and huffing with such a taxing physical exertion. She moved her hair out of her face, rolling her eyes.

“Pilots. Always so difficult.”

“Are we now?” he asked, eyes lit up, hands behind his head in such a relaxed position. She scooted up and grabbed him again. She wrapped her mouth around the tip, tongue swirling. “Did I ever tell you what your pops told me when we had that lovely chat?”

She made a ‘no’ sound in the back of her throat. More saliva coated him and she progressed further, breathing in through her nose, hand squeezing his base.

“First, he told me that when he mentioned that story about singing ‘You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling’ he didn’t do it with the intent for anyone to use it on his daughter.”

She knew as much. Her mouth was too far down for her hand to stay on him so she grabbed his balls, grip gently, rolling them, squeezing them.

His change in breath was noted and she smiled around him, eyes watering as she pulled almost all the way back, and shot down. Her tongue pressed against him, her lips tightened and laxed, her teeth gave a gentle scrape.

“Then he told me I wasn’t allowed to do anything I didn’t obtain strict verbal approval of. If you did not give me permission to look at you, I wasn’t allowed to look at you.”

She looked at him now. Her ass in the air, his dick in her mouth, her hands on his balls. She rolled her eyes.

“I technically didn’t break his order, you always made the first move.”

She popped off him, rubbing him up and down with her hand again. Her lips were wet, saliva falling from them, and she grinned at him. “Aren’t you such a good boy. I’m sure this is exactly what my dad had in mind.”

“It’s not my fault you want me. It’s hard to turn off everything that is me.”

“And yet, you can’t charm my dad into liking you?”

“It’s a work in process.”

She rolled her eyes again and deepthroated him in a single go. Hands found her hair and multitasked; keeping it out of her face, gently pulling to give just enough stimulation, and then guiding. Down and up. Faster or Slower.

She sucked and applied pressure and twisted.

When she could her eyes opened, watching him. The fluffed up hair. The veins along his forearms. The short breaths. When all of him was in her mouth her eyes shut in concentration and imagination, a throb between her legs.

His grip in her hair tightened and she could feel him in her mouth as well. His hips stuttered up and she kept the same rhythm going as he burst.

There was no trace of it afterwards and she popped off with a grin.

Ottilie made her way up, but she didn’t do it without contact. Her tongue was out, tracing his hip bone, following the exterior of his abs, swiping all the way up his sternum before she settled on the side of his neck. She kissed the spot first, a quick peck, then a sharp nip.

One hand settled on her hip, the other rubbed her clit and she wanted to clench up right then, but her knees were on either side of his hips. She couldn’t and she shuttered as he rubbed, overly sensitive now.

A thought struck him. “Ottilie.”

Her brows were knit, her weight spread out between her legs and the arms that propped her up. She looked at him and noticed his serious face.

“Call your dad, can you spend the night?”

He was ridiculous.

“I think he’s calling me right now, maybe I should head home before he tries to find me.”

“Probably best you leave now,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Any longer and you won’t be able to walk.”

She gave a grin. “That’s a big promise there Lieutenant.”

He looked down, past their parallel bodies. “I think I can manage.”

They flipped again, his hand leaving her, wrapping around her wrists and bringing them up above her head again.

She had thought it was hot before. She didn’t think anything else the second time around and they kissed, his hips against hers and grinding down, her back arching up to maintain as much contact as possible.

His two hand grip on her became one, and she could hardly think when he slid into her.

The kiss broke, her exhale a shutter, her head turning to the side at the feeling. His forehead pressed against her shoulder, and he pulled almost all the way out. She knew it was coming and still found herself unprepared for the slam back in.

Her breath choked out of her. The pace was everything she wanted but too much. The build up was torture, her skin buzzing, her hairs crawling.

He boxed her in. One hand keeping her wrists together. One hand keeping him upright. She watched him and it was maddening.

She propped one leg up on his lower back and the angle drove him deeper. The sounds she made were unintentional and always cut short with that snap back down. The sounds he made were from controlling his breathing.

“My dad definitely didn’t have this in mind,” she struggled out, sweat covering both of them.

“If you can think about your dad right now, then clearly I’m not doing enough.”

She was both excited, and fearful of how this was going to change.

He pulled out, sitting back on his calves, and directing her to flip onto her stomach. He pulled her by the hips, bringing her up, and he fit himself in again. She thought that was the position they were going to stay in but one hand grabbed her hair, pulling her up. The pain was drowned by the excitement and she righted herself, right against him. His hand left her hair, coming to rest against her throat with a soft squeeze. His other hand began to rub her again, and the snap of his hips started them up again.

She thought she had liked the last position. Her hands above her head, his body trapping hers, the depth he reached.

This one was better. The squeeze around her throat leaving her light. The rubbing of his calloused fingers. His front pressed against her back.

Her thighs were shaking, weak from keeping herself up when doing something like this. She needed to rest her hands against something for support, but he had once again insured anything helpful was out of reach.

She could only hold onto him. The wrist leading to the hand around her throat. The forearm with twitching muscles as he rubbed her.

He snapped faster and her face pinched, jaw clenching in unrelenting urge. She grabbed at his hair, the action pushing her ass further back and his teeth found her shoulder, biting her like she had done to him.

It was building again. Tight in her abdomen that had her wanting to roll her hips, help the process along, but any movement right now could break it. She was frustrated unable to do anything, unable to speed it up, because she wanted that feeling so bad and it was minutes away.

She pulled at his hair. His grip on her throat tightened.

He rubbed harder and she clenched.

He cursed, bed rocking as he moved faster again.

Her eyes were shut tight enough to see stars. Her head rested back against him. Her thighs shook, her stomach unbreakably taut.

Her mouth opened in silent cry when it hit, washing through her body and relaxing her muscles, her nerves. He carried her through it, dropping his hold on her throat and gripping her hips tight, bringing her back into him with every thrust.

She couldn’t keep herself up, cursing against the pillows as he rammed into her until he was spilling too, movements finally growing sloppy and weak.

He pulled out, breathing ragged, and he laid down beside her. His hand racked through his messy hair, his other resting against his stomach.

Ottilie stayed with her stomach against the mattress, arms moving up to slip under the cool pillow. She closed her eyes until she was mentally recovered enough to converse, and then she gave him a look.

“You ever have sex in a jet, Lieutenant?”

Understanding dawned very quickly, and his lips pulled into a grin. He found her gaze, locking them. “We could get in a lot of trouble for that, Ottilie.”

She grinned in return. “Only if we’re caught.”

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