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a1307s · 5 months

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Kinks #1

(Conner Kent Smut)

[Art is not mine! Credit to kămenOWL ]

Request By: dogma0325

Keys:

Y/N - Your Name

E/C - Eye Color

Word Count: 3,527

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Catcalling

Mild name calling/bickering/cursing

Choking

Hair pulling

Lost virginity (Conner)

Bruising

Grinding

Semi-domination

Mentions of degrading

Spanking

Stroking/Riding

Thigh cum shot

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Conner's POV

The living room is super noisy this afternoon. Wally and Robin decided to invite Roy Harper for what they called a 'boys night' in. Apparently a 'boys night' is all the boys hanging out without any of the girls on the team around. In a counter action to this, Artemis invited Zatanna over to hangout with Y/N, M'gann and herself for a 'girls night'. I have learned that the only difference between a 'boys night' and a 'girls night' is the genders who are hanging out in what room.

If I'm honest I would much rather be at the girls' night in Y/N's room than in the living room with the boy teammates - and Roy. The boys are loud and only talk about this thing called 'football'. I was interested in some of the conversation when Roy was talking about fixing his motorcycle. I like machines, they're understandable and unchanging; unlike humans.

A whistle pulls me out of my thoughts, pulling my attention towards the direction it came in. "You're looking hot, Y/N," Roy - who I assume whistled - says with a smirk and a wink.

My head snaps upward at the sound of Y/N's name. I'm not sure what I feel about her yet. When she's around it's hard to breathe and my stomach feels upset but when she's talking to Wally or Kaldur touches her back I get angry. I explained these emotions to Canary last week when she was here for our training and she told me it sounded like a 'crush'. After some research and an explanation from Robin apparently a 'crush' is when you have romantic love feeling things for a person. From how he explained it, it's supposed to make me feel good, but it just makes me feel confused and angry.

"Keep your tongue in your mouth, Harper," Y/N says, a small giggle following her words. Y/N leans over Roy's chair, her chin resting on his red hair and her arms folded under her chest. From what I can see she's wearing one of my shirts along with her tight velvet necklace. Last month Y/N explained to me the tight necklaces she wears are called 'chokers'. Her conversation with Roy makes my nervous boil with anger but seeing her wear my shirt makes my stomach warm up.

"Hurry up and get out of here! It's boys night," Wally whines, throwing a piece of his popcorn at Y/N. "What are you even doing out here?"

"The girls wanted a snack and I lost the drawing so I got the great joy of seeing you boys pig out in the common room," She says, letting her feet fall back on the floor before walking over to the kitchen.

"It's only Wally that is pigging out," Says Kaldur with a sweet smile. The smile makes my anger even more unbearable.

"Suck my dick, Captain," Y/N mocks with a slupy salute.

"You don't have one," Roy reminds her as if that's something a girl could forget. Maybe Y/N did forget she doesn't have a penis.

"And yet my cock is bigger than yours," She snaps back at Roy, opening a cabinet and pulling out two bags of chips. "Maybe if you pulled some of your dick out of your personality you could keep a girlfriend," Y/N finishes before walking out of the living room and back down the hallway. Her comments towards Roy make my stomach even warmer, but this time it starts to tighten in a way I haven't felt before.

"God it would be so fun to sleep with her," Mumbles Roy, getting a chuckle out of Wally.

"Gosh not very humble, are we?" Wally asks, making himself chuckle even more. "Honestly Y/N is probably super vanilla."

"Vanilla? As in the ice cream?" I ask, confusion over taking me. How can Y/N be an ice cream flavor?

The guys laugh at me before Robin grabs my shoulder. "Big Guy, Vanilla is a term used for someone that isn't kinky in bed. Like you!" He explains, giving me more questions instead of answers.

"Dude I swear Y/N is a hundred percent into choking," Roy says before taking a drink of his pop.

"We are aware. Her chokers are a dead give away," Kaldur adds on before going back to his book.

"I know she's into hair pulling," Robin says, catching the attention of Roy.

"What makes you say that?"

"I accidentally pulled her hair the other day and instead of saying 'ow' or being pissed off she said 'hey'," The youngest boy explains.

"I'm still confused," I say as my confusion starts quickly turning into anger.

"Ask one of the girls to explain it later," Wally says before going back to talk to Roy about Artemis's 'kinks'.

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A little after ten everyone left the mountain for the night. Well everyone that doesn't live here anyway, which leaves Kaldur, M'gann, Y/N, and me.

The question from earlier still eats at my brain and after talking to M'gann it's come to my attention that Y/N is my only hope for an explanation. So, here I am, standing outside her door. My stomach is upset again and my lungs feel like the air is being forced out of them. Is my question really important enough to disturb Y/N?

Before I can make up my mind her door comes swinging open. "You know, your heart beat is really loud right now and is making it hard to sleep," She tells me, but it's hard for me to focus on her words. She's standing in her doorway with nothing but my T-shirt from earlier on. The warm and tight feeling comes back from earlier.

"What?" I ask, completely forgetting to register her words.

Y/N sighs and rolls her eyes at me before repeating herself. "I said your heart beat is too loud right outside my door so I can't fall asleep, so what do you want?"

My mind struggles to make sense of Y/N's words as I look at her. She has to have shorts on or something under my shirt, right? Right?! "Because of your super-senses?" I manage to push out as I focus on the ended hem of my shirt. It rests gently against her thighs. If there's even a gentle breeze it'll move and expose everything. That's very pervy of me to think, isn't it?

"Good conclusion captain obvious," Y/N says, crossing her arms over her chest, causing her boobs to plump up on top of her arms. I'm definitely a pervert. "What do you want, Sups? I'm tired and want to go to bed."

"Can I ask you some questions? The boys were talking about some stuff today and I don't really know what they mean," I ask, tugging my eyes away from her chest and nervously scratching the back of my head.

"Sure," Y/N says, turning around and heading back into her room but keeping the door open for me to follow. "Close the door when you walk in," She says, plopping down on her bed. Y/N lays down on her gray bedding. Her knees are bent up, causing my shirt to pool as high up her thigh as possible without showing anything. Her arm is over her eyes and her hair is fanned out in all directions across her pillows.

I walk in and softly swing the door closed. The click of the door closing and the view of Y/N causes that pressure in my groin to grow more. "What were the boys talking about?" She asks, not moving her arm from her eyes.

"Umm..." I mumble, walking over to her bed and folding myself in a seated position at the foot of it. "I think they called them 'kinks'," I finish, willing myself not to reach out and touch Y/N's knees.

"What?" Y/N's question comes out sharp as she sits up. She folds her legs under her in a criss-cross sitting position. Her underwear pokes out from under my shirt, exposing the red color of it. I quickly snap my eyes away from that area and decide to focus on her E/C eyes. "Do you not know what a kink is? Is that your question?" She asks, reaching her hands out to hold my shoulders. Her eyes are tense as they focus on my face.

"No I do not," I say, taking a quick glance down at her chest before snapping my eyes to the wall parallel with us. "Roy and Robin said you have a choking and hair pulling kink. That sounds like it would hurt".

Y/N's cheeks go red at my words and she quickly moves her hands off my shoulders. "They're not wrong," She mumbles, fussing with her hair like she usually does when she's flustered. "I mean, it does like hurt but like... it's a good hurt, I guess? I don't know how to explain it..." Y/N slides off into thought after she tries to explain it to me.

The thought of wrapping my hand around her throat takes over my thoughts, I want to know how she'll react. I want to know what she means by a 'good hurt'. Before I can stop myself I reach out and gently wrap my hand around her throat. "Wh...What are... what are you doing?" Y/N questions, her cheeks getting redder and her pupils widen some.

"I wanted to see what you meant by 'good hurt'," I answer, carefully watching how she reacts.

Y/N wiggles around, moving herself into a kneeling position in front of me. Her hands reach up to mine, filling my head with worry. What if I'm not doing it right? What if I upset Y/N? "You're doing it wrong," She says, moving my fingers to a certain spot on the side of her neck and gently pushing my palm up and off her windpipe. "You're supposed to gently squeeze the veins next to my neck. If you push down on my windpipe you'll break it. For someone like you I strongly suggest being extra careful," She says, looking up into my eyes again when she's done moving my hand into the right spot.

"Can... Can I squeeze?" I ask, glancing down at my hand before looking back up at her. She nods yes, biting the bottom of her lip. "I want to hear you say yes."

"Yes," She says, gently leaning into my hand. I gently squeeze, afraid of hurting her, "You can squeeze harder," Y/N says, her voice soft and her eyes half lidded. I obey, squeezing slightly more. "Perfect," She says, her voice coming out husky.

"Is this a kink?" I ask, my eyes raking down her body. Gently I place my hand on her thigh so my fingers barely touching the hem of my shirt on her body.

"Mhm," Y/N hums, her eyes completely closed now. "A kink is something someone likes to happen to them in bed. My kinks are choking - obviously. I also like getting spanked, my hair pulled, and being degraded. Sometimes I dabble in being a submissive too," She explains, scooting herself closer to me. "Can I sit in your lap?" She asks quietly, opening her eyes to look at me.

"Umm... sure," I say, reluctantly letting go of her throat. Y/N gently climbs into my lap, wrapping her legs around my torso and softly resting her arms over my shoulders. Her area feels warm pushing up against my jeans. "Can you teach me how to pull hair?" I ask slowly, waiting to see how she responds.

"Sure!" Y/N chirps out, her pupils growing even bigger. "So you're going to want to take a good chunk of my hair in your hand. You can take all of it if you want," She explains, and I obey, taking her hair in my hand and making a sort of ponytail out of it. "Next you're going to want to pull it back until I'm looking up at the ceiling. Don't pull super hard though or you'll actually hurt me."

I listen to Y/N again, using the same amount of strength as I did on her throat. A strange sound comes out of Y/N as her head leans back from me pulling on her hair. "Am I hurting you?" I ask, losing my grip on her.

"N... no..." She murmurs, blanking her eyes a few times before leaning her head back again. "You're just... turning me on..." She says, focusing on the ceiling. "Can you pull my hair again?"

I pull her hair back again, focusing on the skin on her neck. It's slightly bruised from where I had my hand before. "What does that mean? 'Turning you on'?" I ask, trying to ignore the hard feeling forming in my pants.

"Umm... being turned on... it ahh... it's the feeling where you want to have sex. I'm not sure how it is for guys but when us girls get turned on it's... it's like this pressure around our stomach, I guess? When girls get turned on they start,.. Like... leaking? That's not the right word..." She mumbles, rotating her hips to move forward. The feeling sends chilling waves through me. "When girls get turned on we... we form these like... juices? I don't know. Our pussies just get super wet. When guys get turned on though their dicks get a rush of blood and that's how boners are formed."

"I think I'm forming a boner," I mumble, slowly leaning down to Y/N's neck. Every nerve in me wants to kiss the skin on her neck. It's just so smooth and beautiful that I can't help myself. "Is that wrong?" I am worried that I'm crossing some imaginary line I'm not aware of.

"No... no it's... it's not," Y/N mumbles, tapping on my arm. In response I let go of her hair. Y/N's head flips up and she looks at me, her eyes burning into mine. "I really want to fuck you right now, Conner." She tells me, making the boner in my pants grow even more.

"As in like... wanting me to put my... in... in your?" I ask, awkwardly resting my hands on her shoulders.

"Ya, but we don't have too! We don't have to do anything you don't want!" Y/N yelps, starting to push herself off of me.

"No! I... I want to... to do the... the sex..." I mumble, pulling her back into my lap. "How's... how's it going to feel?"

"First, never call it 'doing the sex' again. It's just 'having sex'. Second, Roy explained it as a like warm and tight feeling."

The mention of Roy makes my anger bubble and before I can stop myself I have my hand back into Y/N's hair and her head snapped back up. "Roy isn't here so I don't know why you need to say his name. Is he here? Are you sitting on his lap? Do you ask him to fuck you?"

Y/N's woman hood beats under me like her heart has fallen from her chest. "Fuck Conner," She mumbles, rolling her hips aginst mine again. "N... no he's not here right now."

"I'm sorry," I mumble, finally giving in and letting myself kiss her neck. "How do we...?" I ask, releasing her hair.

"Don't apologize, I like when guys say stuff like that," Y/N says, crawling off my lap. She positions herself on all fours in front of me with her ass sticking high in the air towards me and her weight leaning on her forearms. "Can you... um... spank me?" She asks, slowly moving her hips so her butt shakes in front of me.

"Umm... sure... if you explain how to do that," I say, my eyes following her butt as it moves and my penis straining against my pants.

"Just smack my ass. Just be aware of how much power you're using, I don't want to get badly hurt," Y/N answers back, turning her head to look back at me.

I roll her words over in my head as I gently rest my hands on her waist. "Just smack it?" I ask, getting a humming yes from the girl exposed in front of me. "Okay," I mumble, settling her hips in place before taking a hand off of her. I draw back my hand before swinging it forward and connecting it with Y/N's behind. A soft mew spills out of her as she hangs her head. "Like that?" I ask, rubbing the redding spot.

"Ya," Y/N breathes out as her legs start to shake. I take that as a good sign, drawing my hand back a few more times and connecting it back into the same spot. With every smack her noises get louder. By the sixth time Y/N's voice is shaky. "Please Conner," She whines, rubbing her thighs together.

"Please what?" I ask, rubbing the tender skin. Y/N wasn't lying when she said women leak. Sticky clear liquid coats her thighs. Curiosity gets the better of me, causing me to stick my hand on her thigh and coat my hand in the watery substance.

"Please fuck me," She whimpers, moving her hips back and rubbing her butt aginst my penis.

"I don't... I don't know how to do that," I say, rubbing the liquid between my fingers. "Can you show me?"

"Ya," She says, turning around and pushing me back into a seated position. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Y/N asks, starting to undo my pants.

"Yes, I'm sure," I answer, watching her movements carefully.

Y/N wastes no time undoing my pants. Her hand presses against my boxers when she finally manages to undo my bottoms. The touch is small but still manages to shoot sparks through my body. I clench my jaw, holding back noises as she gently pulls out my cock. It stands up on its own but that doesn't stop Y/N from running her hand up and down on it. "I'm going to sit on it," She says, letting go of me and wiggling her way out of her underwear.

"Isn't that going to hurt?" I ask, focusing on the ceiling to avoid looking at her womanhood.

"No it won't. There's this... hole? That your dick goes into so like I'm not sitting-sitting on your dick. I'll just be sitting on your lap... with you.. In me..." She explains, glancing to the side before she rests her hand on my face.

Gently, Y/N pulls my face down so I'm looking at her. She's so close to me that our noses are rubbing. "I'm going to kiss you," She says, rubbing her thumb on my cheek.

"Okay."

She takes her time to lean up and close the gap between us. When her lips touch mine they're soft and puffy against my own. The feeling of us kissing is a nice break from the heat and tension in the room. After a minute or two Y/N pulls away from me, dropping her hands from my face to my shoulders. "I'm going to put you in me now," Y/N mumbles, lifting herself and hovering herself over my dick.

Slowly, Y/N settles herself on my lap. The feeling in her is exactly as she explained. It's nice and warm. Her insides wrap tightly around me which I take as a good thing because Y/N lets out a little gasp. "You're... you're so big," She mumbles, gripping tight on my shoulders.

"Is that a bad thing?" I ask, settling my hands on her lower back.

"Fuck no," She whispers into my ear, slowly lifting herself up before plopping back down on me. She goes slow a few more times before picking up her pace. "Fuck," She whines, sliding her hands up to my hair and gripping on to the strands. "You... you should... Um... buck your hips."

I obey her wish, lifting my hips up as she falls back down. "God damn it!" She yells, tugging on my hair. I repeat the actions a few times, feeling Y/N's insides tighten around me, causing the tension in my groin to grow and making my dick quiver in her. "Y/N?" I ask when the feeling becomes overwhelming. "My... my dick... it feels-"

"Like it's going to explode?" She asks, kissing the side of my neck. "When that feeling gets really really tense tell me to get off because you can't finish in me," Y/N says, bouncing on my lap some more.

"You... you should get off... like now," I say, gently pushing her away. Just as Y/N slides off of me a white liquid comes spilling out. Unable to stop myself I let out a low growl and dig my hands into her side.

Once the tension is all done spilling out I look down at Y/N. She stretched out on the bed with her knees still folded at my thighs. Her chest rises and falls fast as her heart beats faster than usual. Her hair is a mess and her thighs are coated with the juices from the both of us. "That was fun," She says, looking up at me with sparkles in her eyes.

"Y... ya..." I say back, leaning down and gently brushing a kiss to her lips.

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bylightofdawn · 1 year

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Dungeons & Dragons was hilarious and excellent, turn your brain off and just enjoy the show movie. I went in with semi-low expectations so maybe that's why it exceeded them so much. Lots of fun easter eggs and nods to fans of the tabletop system. I'll discuss some stuff below the cut but I am just gonna put myself on blast here but holy hades....Michelle Rodriguez's barbarian character? I know she was going to be hot because it's Michelle Rodriguez so it's just a given.

But she beefed up for this role and not to call myself out for my subby tendencies but I need a hot barbarian girlfriend who will pin my ass to the wall make me her bottom b*tch and or potentially crush my head between her mountainous thighs. Fuck me running. Hi yes, I am very, very gay for Holga.

Like, she was distracting and making me feel all sorts of ways.

Also, now to be the utterly ridiculous bi that I am, Regé-Jean Page was ALSO unbearably hot in this movie, especially when he was being super competent and just mopping the floor with fools. I never thought a paladin could be that hot. I don't know which god he's sworn to but they obviously imbued him with that smoldering hot holy warrior spiciness. When he cast smite on his sword I was done. Sir, you are already unfairly attractive, how dare you level up in sexiness somehow?

I also kinda high key love he was kinda coded maybe overly serious maybe could be read as autistic? Like I totally read him as autistic which is awesome if that's what they were going for.

Honestly? Everyone in this movie is pretty. Of course they all are.

After the movie, I ended up going to ulta, sorta mentally checked out and bought way too much stuff. So much so I'm like....I need to return some of this. So I guess I'm going back on Sunday. Some of it I thought was on sale but I guess I misread the ads.

And I stopped by the local Vietnamese place and got some pho which was....very good and I have a bahn mi sitting next to me that I should really eat but I'm kinda full from the pho because I always underestimate the portions you get at pho places. It's quite literally pho for days.

EDIT: Somehow I managed to eat that bahn mi but I legit might need to pass out now. I've had a piss poor appetite the past few days thanks to being stressed out and just in bad head space. So I've had like one meal a day the past two days and today I didn't eat at all. Because I was mainly busy. But by the time I got done with eating to say I was famished is an understatement. I think I just made up for the past three days of not eating.

I really need to edit Seeds but I think I might just pass out and go into a food coma instead.

SO MY MAJOR COMPLAINT. We went to the Underdark and didn't SEE A SINGLE DROW??? So my major knowledge of D&D comes from Forgotten Realms. I know the system, have watched some Crit Role. But I just I loved those books and Drizzt to DEATH growing up. And then they introduced Artemis Entreri and Jarlaxle and I was sunk.

I STILL buy a Forgotten Realms book if I know those two are going to be in it. They're like my trashy comfort characters. You will see a predictable pattern in my trashy comfort characters.

I knew I wasn't going to get Drizzt or Jarlaxle because they are FR characters but the moment they mentioned the Underdark I was still screaming in my seat mentally because I thought they'd bring the Drow in somehow.

And they didn't. And I was very, very sad.

Also? If I ever get a black cat somehow, I am naming her Guenhwyvar, that's how much of a FR nerd I am. And literally no one but .5 % of the population will get that reference. Also it's hard enough to get my vet to spell Genji's name right, can you imagine trying to get them to spell Guenhwyvar? FORGET ABOUT IT.

But, eh it's a minor bitch in the grand scheme of things. I was still so stoked to see/hear things like Icewnd Dale and the Spine on the map and Neverwinter and Waterdeep etc.

Also THEY HAD A CAMEO OF THE OLD D&D CARTOON CHARACTERS. SCREAM. I used to that that with my mom as a kid, that was one of those few stark childhood memories I have of watching D&D and Voltron with her.

There was a Mimic which made me squee and a gelatinous cube. Not super deep easter egg shit but enough to make me feel in on the jokes, you know? And freaking displacer beasts.

And some Dragonborn and Aarakocra! Ugh my nerdy heart is full of joy.

Suffice it to say, I loved it. I might go see it again though I also want to go see the Super Mario Movie and maybe John Wick 4. There are way too movies out I want to see.

#dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves #minor spoiler discussions of the movie but mainly just my screaming and squealing over random d&d stuff #hi yes I am a filthy bi and this movie made my ace ass feel stuff

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msdanvers · 4 years

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Apollo x Daphne AU — goddess of music

A gentle breeze touches Lena’s flushed and clammy skin, but it brings no relief – even the air itself is stiflingly hot today. Tree leaves brush against her arms and her cheeks, tickle the soles of her feet, get tangled in her hair. Lena breathes in slowly and lets the scent of the mountains ground her as she makes her way home.

Time has given her the opportunity to memorize the world around her in ways no mortal ever could. She knows the ways rivers flow in winter, after a rainstorm, during a draught. She knows the way they used to flow, and remembers every change. She knows where they end, where they start, when they started.

She would know the way through these mountains blindfolded, on the darkest nights.

Her connection with these forests allows her to notice when something has changed within them – a new presence, or the loss of an old one. Today is one of those moments. Lena isn’t sure what it is. The grass is still scratchy and yellow in the same places as yesterday, still green and soft in others. The cypress trees are still in the same place, and so are the barn owls nesting in their hollows. Even the gray wolves haven’t moved from their resting place since this morning when she left.

Whatever it is, she decides, there is no use dwelling on it now. Lena lets her thoughts drift as she climbs over a fallen tree. Its mossy trunk feels warm on her thighs and hands – familiar, she imagines, like the touch of a lover would feel after centuries of closeness. Intimate, trusting, in a way she herself has never felt with anyone. The thought of it feels familiar even so – she has dreamed of a love like that so often, she can almost feel its warmth.

But romance happens in stories, and a watered-down version of it happens to the other nymphs around her, and nothing like it will ever happen to Lena. She has made peace with that knowledge a long time ago, and if you asked her, she wouldn’t say she’s lonely. Lena treasures the time she spends in solitude, free of judgement and expectations, free of performances. The sweltering heat of today’s noon should be spent just like that, alone.

As she makes her way across a grassy glade, she finally hears the murmur of her river. Lena sighs in relief. She has detested the summer for as long as she can remember, and today’s blinding sun does nothing to change her mind. She can’t wait to dip her tired body in the cold, rushing river water, floating in it with her eyes closed and her mind wandering.

Which is, of course, when she hears it.

Lena stops in her tracks to listen. It’s barely noticeable at first, drowned out by the sounds of singing birds and flowing water, but once she picks it up, it’s unmistakable. Music. Who could it be? Who came to her small corner of the world, only to fill the usual silence with their lyre?

She starts walking again, a bit quicker this time, frowning as she tries to follow the sound to its source. It’s an instrument she has always enjoyed listening to and yet, Lena realizes the longer she listens, this is like nothing she has ever heard. All the satyrs that have played for her seem like children in comparison, now, like novices trying their hand at an instrument they don’t fully understand. No, this, this is what music is supposed to sound like.

Lena pauses when she catches sight of the river, one hand touching the rough bark of a tree. Her last lingering thoughts of turning the other way slip from her mind the moment she looks upstream, and finds a woman.

On a rock in the middle of the river, with her back to Lena, is the white-dressed and golden-haired lyre player. Sunlight plays with her curls and it almost looks like she’s glowing, like the source of light is not the faraway sun but this woman, playing a melody for herself and the world, unaware of her audience.

Silent, transfixed, Lena walks into the water, barely noting its cool touch as she makes her way upstream.

When the woman stops playing, there is a split second of silence in which Lena realizes there is only a few feet of space between herself and this complete stranger. Is it too late to turn away now? Why did she come this close anyway – could this woman be some kind of siren? Did she walk right into her trap?

Those nervous thoughts are forgotten the moment the woman turns around, lowering her legs into the river with a smile on her face. If she is a siren, Lena finds herself thinking, then let it be so. Let this siren lure her in with the sweetness of her song, let her ship be wrecked in the unforgiving ocean waves. She will not resent her for it.

But, like good things tend to do, the smile on the woman’s face vanishes the moment she lays eyes on Lena. Of course. This is not one of her daydreams, this is reality, in its usual painful bluntness. An all too familiar feeling takes hold of Lena’s heart – if she had to choose a word to describe it, she would say it’s disappointment. It’s deeper than that, though, and more expected.

Lena opens her mouth to say – what, she doesn’t know, but something cruel and yet indifferent enough to get this stranger to leave her alone. She doesn’t get the chance.

A sudden note, strange and off-key, paired with the sound of crushing wood, makes Lena look down at the woman’s hands. Her knuckles are white, and the lyre is completely destroyed. Lena feels her eyes widen at both the loss of such a beautiful instrument and the strength it must have taken to break it so easily. The woman doesn’t even seem to be aware of it, her eyes still focused on Lena.

This time when she studies the stranger’s face, Lena starts to wonder if she was too fast in interpreting her expression. Her smile might have fallen, but it never fell into the uninterested, slightly repulsed look that other nymphs generally give her. What she finds is more like shock, or maybe… awe? Lena feels embarrassed even thinking something as hopeful and desperate as that.

“You broke your lyre,” she says, at loss for anything bright to say.

The woman seems startled at her voice, and for one breathtaking heartbeat, she keeps staring at Lena. Then she looks down at the broken pieces of lyre in her hands. She doesn’t seem too bothered as she lays them down behind her and looks back up. “Hi.”

Lena chuckles. “Hi.”

“You have a leaf stuck in your hair.” The woman blinks after she speaks, like she wasn’t expecting herself to say that either.

“Oh.” Lena combs through her hair quickly, suddenly aware that she spent the morning walking through the forest, and probably looks the part. “Where–” she starts, but when she looks up, she suddenly finds herself face to face with the stranger’s very distracting blue eyes.

“Here,” she answers. The woman’s hand brushes against Lena’s before she runs her fingers through her hair. Lena’s eyes flutter closed unconsciously at the woman’s touch, and she exhales slowly, feeling tension leave her body that she hadn’t even been aware of.

“Look.” Lena opens her eyes to the woman’s radiant smile, and she can’t help but return it. She reaches for the leaf that the woman is holding, accidentally-purposely touching her hand more than necessary in the process.

“Thank you,” she says, unconsciously lowering her voice, and – is that a blush on the woman’s cheeks? “You play beautifully, by the way. Sorry for listening in.”

The woman smiles at her. “Well, I’ve had some practice.” It sounds like she’s joking, but Lena missed the punchline. She smiles back anyway.

“What’s your name?”

“Kara,” the woman answers.

Lena laughs, but her smile vanishes when the woman doesn’t join her. “What?” she says, feeling the leaf slip from her fingers. Water splashes around her thighs as she takes a hurried step back. Oh, no. “Kara?”

The woman nods. “What’s yours?”

“You’re an Olympian,” Lena whispers. It makes sense, in the end. Who else but the Olympian goddess of music, the inventor of the instrument itself, could play the lyre so skillfully? Who else but the goddess of the sun, Zeus’ favored daughter, could have such divine beauty – such entrancing charm?

The stranger before her is no stranger at all, but the twin of Artemis the huntress. She is the goddess that killed the mighty Python, son of Gaia herself.

“Yes. And you must be a naiad. I mean, this is a river, and you are very –” the goddess cuts herself off suddenly, frowning a little. “Are you all right?”

Lena takes another step back, her heart beating in her throat. “Forgive me,” she says. She tries to recall everything she said to Kara. Has she offended the goddess, thinking her just another nymph? Should she have bowed for her, paid her respects, offered her food?

Lena knows enough about the wrath of gods to be cautious.

Zeus pursued a girl, refused to take her ‘no’ for an answer, and in retaliation Hera transformed the girl into a cow and drove her to madness. Artemis was disturbed by an unsuspecting hunter while she was bathing, and he was torn to pieces by his own dogs. Kara herself, joined by her twin sister, had slaughtered all fourteen children of the mother who had dared to insult theirs.

Will Lena become the next name to be whispered around fires, remembered for ages for her misfortune and mistakes?

“You are frightened. Of me.” Lena looks up, but finds no ire in Kara’s eyes.

Surely, that can’t be right. Lena has laughed at her, tried to flirt with her. She can only think of one reason the goddess wouldn’t have minded that, but she doesn’t let herself believe it.

“Forgive me,” she says again, because she doesn’t know what else to say.

“There is nothing to forgive. And I’m not going to hurt you.” Kara gently puts a hand on Lena’s arm. “Look at me? There is nothing to forgive.” Lena can’t believe the goddess of archery is looking so… tender. While looking at her. “Breathe.”

Realizing that she did, indeed, forget to do that, Lena takes a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that,” Kara laughs.

“Are you sure I haven’t offended you? I didn’t know…”

“I’m sure.” Then she smiles mischievously. “But I could exact my revenge anyway, if that would make you feel better.”

Lena opens her mouth, and gets hit in the face with a splash of water before she can ask questions.

She spits the water out, too startled to react at first. But Kara is biting her lip, clearly trying not to laugh, and a high and nervous giggle escapes Lena’s lips before she can stop it.

Her hand shoots up to her mouth immediately, as if she could still cover up the sound that has already escaped. But Kara bursts out laughing too, loud and lovely, and Lena couldn’t keep a straight face while hearing that if her life depended on it.

“Now, I bet even a water nymph can’t have better aim than me.”

Lena smiles at her, one eyebrow raised. Her hands are already underwater, her muscles already tightened, before she thinks – this is a god, what am I doing? – and redirects the throw downwards at the very last moment. Managing to avoid Kara’s face, unfortunately, has the side-effect of splashing water all over her dress instead.

Kara looks down at the wet linen clinging to her figure, then back up at Lena, who is trying very hard not to look at it. “I must say, I was expecting better.”

Kara has barely finished her sentence when Lena hits her again, square in the face this time. Lena lets out a short, joyous laugh at the shocked expression on Kara’s face. Then, before the goddess can retaliate, she dives into the river and swims away as fast as she can. She feels the water shift behind her and knows she’s being pursued.

The muffled sounds of the underwater world mix with the fast beating of her excited heart as they shoot through the river. The water gets deeper the further she goes, rocks and plants flashing by as she swims and swims and swims. She feels strong and alive and her smile doesn’t fade until she finds her way blocked by a school of fresh-water fish.

Lena doesn’t really feel like swimming into them face-first, so she dives down to the bottom of the river. Her hands disappear in squishy mud before finding solid rock, and she pushes herself upwards again.

But the move slowed her down, and when she looks over her shoulder, a flash of white and gold is all the warning she gets before muscular arms catch her around the waist and a body slams into hers.

She barely has time to register Kara’s closeness before she realizes what’s happening. Kara was coming from beside her, and now they’re going way too fast in what is decidedly not the direction they should be going. They’re headed straight for the shore.

Kara manages to turn Lena around in her arms and pull her close before they collide with the riverside pebbles, spraying them everywhere.

It doesn’t hurt – both her head and her back have somehow made a soft landing, even though Kara ended up on top of her. They’re both panting when she opens her eyes and finds Kara’s face close to hers, her cheeks flushed and her eyes concerned.

“Are you okay?”

Lena nods and smiles. Kara smiles back and they don’t say a word, but then they’re laughing again, uncontrollably and without shame. She doesn’t just hear Kara’s laugh, she feels it, reverberating through the parts of their bodies that are touching.

When Kara wriggles her arms free from under Lena’s body, one of her hands disappears from its place under Lena’s head.

Oh. That explains the lack of pain. Kara must have taken the brunt of the impact.

“Are you okay?” Lena asks, frowning.

“Of course,” Kara answers with a lopsided smile. She is leaning on her forearms, now, hovering over Lena. The sun above her is like a halo, a crown of light that paints the edges of her silhouette golden. Lena breathes in the forest air, the familiar scent of the river joined by an unfamiliar sweetness, a sweetness that must be Kara.

Their bodies are intertwined, the river still flowing past their legs while most of Lena’s body is resting on the sun-warmed shore they crashed into. And most of Kara’s body is resting on Lena, her warmth seeping through the fabric of their clothes.

A drop of water falls from Kara’s nose and lands on Lena’s cheek. Lena chuckles, and Kara smiles with her whole face, her eyes twinkling as she wipes it away with a finger. It’s unnecessary, seeing as Lena’s whole face is still dripping with river water anyway, but she can’t bring herself to care.

Then Kara breathes out and Lena feels it.

The air brushes against her lips, and her eyes flick down to Kara’s mouth. Her heart beats in her chest like it’s trying to escape, and Lena briefly wonders if Kara can feel it too, wonders if some of what she feels is Kara’s heart, not just her own. Then she wonders what it would feel like if Kara were to lean down just a little, what she would taste like if they closed the distance and…

“I’m sorry. I should go,” Kara says.

Lena’s hands slip away from Kara’s waist when she pushes herself up, leaving Lena behind, startled and breathless. Her wet dress feels sticky and cold against her skin in the absence of Kara’s touch, the pebbles in her back suddenly too sharp, the sunlight too bright.

How could she have misread the situation so badly?

Lena sits up too, feeling her whole face flush in embarrassment. She can’t bring herself to look at Kara. She lets her hair fall between them like a shield, and looks down at her fiddling hands instead.

“Can I visit you again?”

Her gaze shoots up when Kara breaks the silence, and she finds the goddess looking at her with a tentative smile.

Lena is silent, stunned, for a long moment. Too long, probably, because Kara nods to herself and starts to get up.

“It was lovely to meet you,” Kara says, and it sounds like a farewell – why does it sound like a farewell?

“Wait,” Lena says softly.

“Don’t worry, it’s all right. I’ll just –” Kara starts walking away, and Lena’s heart skips a beat.

“No, wait!” Lena captures Kara’s hand and she almost forgets how to breathe when Kara’s eyes meet hers. “I’d… love to see you again.”

For a moment, all she hears is the rustling leaves and the river. Kara’s hand is warm and soft and still dripping with river water, and Lena wishes it were hers to hold for as long as it took to dry, and for longer after that.

“Really,” Kara breathes.

“Really.”

Kara breathes out a laugh, and it almost sounds relieved. “Then I’ll see you soon.”

Smiling, Lena squeezes Kara’s hand softly, something fluttering inside of her when Kara squeezes back and strokes the back of her hand with her thumb before letting go. Lena watches her walk away, watches her turn around one last time when she reaches the trees, watches her smile. Then she watches her disappear, like all of this was just another daydream.

But it wasn’t. Lena lifts a hand to her face, touches it where Kara touched her, and sits down slowly. She closes her eyes, and sighs.

#listen if you read all of this know that i love u ok.#supergirl fic #supergirl #supercorp fic #supercorp #apollo x daphne AU #supercorp fanfic #kara x lena #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp au #my words #supergirl au #kara #lena #mine

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bxffysxmmers · 3 years

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real gods require blood

All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood. - Zora Neale Hurston

- zeus inspo - hera inspo - poseidon inspo - demeter inspo - athena inspo - apollo inspo - artemis inspo - ares inspo - aphrodite inspo - hephaestus inspo - hermes inspo - hestia inspo - dionysus inspo - persephone inspo - hades inspo - modern gods inspo used in blurbs

first thing's first: everyone in this ad should be between the ages of 22 and 27 with the exception of persephone who should be 22 - 24 and demeter who should be 25 - 27. genderbending is okay with me as long as you run it by me first because i don't want to have a million girls, i want it to be fairly balanced. everything said below should be taken with a grain of salt meaning if you put your own spin on it that is totally fine, the inspo is what matters.

additionally, only one or two characters should be from chicago, because the group is a group of people who are imports to the city and the life they have here so please do with that idea what you will. i did link to some cool pinterest boards with some inspo for a modern take on all of the different gods if you want to look at those but again, it's just for inspiration, please please please make every single one of these guys your own.

now, for the actual ad, basically these guys are something of a found family. through their jobs, parties, socializing, exes, currents, whatever they all met and it was almost instant, that connection, that 'feels like i've known you my whole life' thing that came over them. and so they stuck together, even if it was just a group text or once a year dinner party, they've all stayed in touch ever since despite distance, work, time constraints, and anything else that came between them.

the first pair that met and really started it all were aphrodite and ares. they were on again off again, always a problem with time and where their lives were at, but the love is there. they've been friends since their time in school together and it never let up, that care. the rest of the group swear one day aphrodite will find a way to settle down and be with ares but for now ares deals with the on again off again because sometimes is better than never. and then aphrodite found god here, and another one, and their interconnections grew the group and now here they are, family without being blood, with ties running through them, cutting and caressing them all the same.

from there, feel free to just get with me and we can make it work. i'm going to be making a ship developer for them (including a timeline because it seems necessary so that we have some idea on who, what, when, and how) but the basis is a found family plot with interconnections that made this many people come to mean so much to one another. from there? go wild, get with me on any questions, and please have fun with it. some suggestions for interconnections are below in the applicable boxes but if you don't want to use them just talk to me.

and lastly... if you want to add a god who isn't listed please just let me know! give me a little blurb and we can make this happen. remember the slight dystopian feel and the modern twist but like... yes, please, let's do this, i'm here for it. thanks!!

ZEUS. OPEN.

zeus drinks himself half to death at a bar. he no longer cares for mortals. he has long stopped trying to make this world turn.

suggestions: brother to poseidon and hades. married to hera. enters polyship with hera and hestia after cheating scandal. himbo energy.

HERA. OPEN.

hera no longer praises marriage. instead she talks to the women. she tells them that men always lie, tells them to run. she wishes she could take her own advice.

suggestions: married to zeus. enters polyship with zeus and hestia after cheating scandal. better than you.

POSEIDON. RESERVED FOR TESSA.

poseidon still loves the sea but he could not hate mortals more. he feels the pollution of his domain like a phantom pain, raging that he could not protect his oceans from mortals.

suggestions: brother to zeus and hades. has a crush on demeter. moods like the sea.

DEMETER. RESERVED FOR LUNA.

demeter isn't peaceful. she feels the dying of the earth and with it goes her happiness. she curses the mortals who caused this.

suggestions: older sister of persephone. doesn't approve of hades. has a crush on poseidon. the mom friend.

ATHENA. OPEN.

athena chainsmokes in an alleyway, and glares at ares as bloody knuckles and booted feet connect with battered bodies between them. the fight clubs are their temples now.

suggestions: business partners with hephaestus (queer solidarity, y'all). just doing her best. definitely sapphic. possibly once had a thing with aphrodite.

APOLLO. RESERVED FOR THOMAS.

you find apollo in a nightclub on 55th and 3rd, his prophets writhing in intermittent darkness, bassline pounding in their ears, liqour coursing in their veins, smoke and strobe lights clouding their eyes.

suggestions: twin brother of artemis. pansexual and everyone knows it. always chasing the next high, running from the lows. in a secret relationship with hermes.

ARTEMIS. RESERVED FOR DAPHNE.

artemis spends the night in a jail cell, blood on her knuckles and on her shirt and in her mouth, the smell of metal lingering in the air.

suggestions: twin sister of apollo. sapphic pls. the protector meets the vodka aunt. possibly once had a thing with aphrodite.

ARES. RESERVED FOR KITT.

you watch as ares starts a fight in a dive bar, takes a knife from his pocket and uses it without flinching, smiles as he wipes his blade on his thigh, smashes a bottle on the floor and lights a match.

suggestions: on again off again with aphrodite. in love with aphrodite. not currently with aphrodite. just a boy, made of rage and the inability to express his emotions. looks like he'll kick your ass, will pull athena and artemis off of you in a fight, exhausted that he has to yet again. also requested here.

APHRODITE. FREYA WILDER, ATHENA.

aphrodite drinks your worship straight from your lips and chases it with a scotch, crashes a cigarette, flicks the ash on the floor and leaves without so much as a thank you.

suggestions: on again off again with ares. in love with ares. running from ares. most likely to have slept with everyone in the group, twice. intimacy issues? i do know her. i know her so well. someone help.

HEPHAESTUS. OPEN.

you find hephaestus on college campuses, amongst engineering students. in times like this he is more relevant than ever, growing whilst other gods die. it seems that aphrodite is more keen on accepting his gifts now more than ever.

suggestions: business partners with athena (queer solidarity, y'all). once had a thing with aphrodite. a serious thing. didn't end well. they're totes okay now, for sure, yeah, definitely, mhm. patience is a virtue. stubborn pride is a gift. also requested here.

HERMES. RESERVED FOR TONE.

hermes is in the hustle and bustle of rush hour and the rush of the subway. he is perched atop skyscrapers, surveying the beautiful chaos of it all and lo, it is good.

suggestions: brother to hestia. in a secret relationship with dionysus apollo. running to and for, never from. chaotic good gremlin energy. do not feed after midnight. possibly once had a thing with aphrodite.

HESTIA. OPEN.

hestia mourns broken homes, she waits for her family. she waits in the doorway, arms outstretched and a smile like forgiveness waiting to embrace the siblings whom she know will never return.

suggestions: sister to hermes. pretends she doesn't know about dionysus apollo. doesn't approve of dionysus apollo. enters polyship with zeus and hera after cheating scandal. the mediator. why can't we all just get along?

DIONYSUS. OPEN.

dionysus shoots up in a basement in the seedy side of town. he wants to forget the suffering that has filled his immortal life.

suggestions: in a secret relationship with hermes. "gotta stay high, all the time, to keep you off my mind". heart of gold but no one ever seems to believe it. here for a fun time, not a long time, but thinking about that too much hurts.

PERSEPHONE. RESERVED FOR ARI.

persephone grins when people tremble. she is vengeful and wears flowers in her hair and she will make damn sure that the world will never forget her name.

suggestions: younger sister of demeter. in love with hades. she's beauty, she's grace. she'll punch you in the face.

HADES. OPEN.

hades stalks the streets, hazy in the fog of the streetlamps, and he smiles, because people will always believe in death and worship riches.

suggestions: brother to zeus and poseidon. in love with persephone. can you say trauma? secretly the most well rounded and good hearted of them all. how are you so pure, bro? who sent you?

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honestsycrets · 5 years

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More Than Innocent

How do you think Ivar would react to his crush/SO getting a tattoo? Sorry if this has been asked before! I just got one on my foot today and it kills 😭😭

Gif credit: Me

A/N: I decided to write you a little something, sweetheart. I hope your tattoo gets better!

He’s always had a crush on the girl. She’s soft spoken but firm, never letting anyone push him around. Despite the fact that he never needed defending, he finds it sweet that this girl in cherry red skirts and snowy white thigh highs with adorable red bows always defends him. One winter morning, he realizes something is off.

“(Y/N) you don’t have stockings today.” He hears Ubbe note over the dull, fake wood table. Despite only be passing with a pack of sour gummies she bubbles up, pulling the creamy sweater over her palms. She hops up onto the table, obnoxiously brushing the hand that tacked away on his laptop with a flutter of her skirt and precious smooth skin.

“Because I got something special!” She trills.

“Special?” Ubbe looks to Hvitserk, questioning him with his eyes as if to ask if he knew.

“Take a look!” She turns to dangle her foot into Ubbe’s lap. A twinge of jealousy-- okay, maybe a strike of electricity sears through his skin. She giggles, twiddling her toes in the black flats she wears today. Ubbe looks to her foot curiously but then, he finds what he’s looking at.

“You got a tattoo?” Ivar notices before Ubbe does. His voice a cross between shocked, amused and... almost upset. Your beautiful virginal skin was cut by a lovely dye. He misses the virgin-like skin but he can’t deny that it opens a whole new realm of possibilities. Maybe, he thinks, just maybe...

You turn your head over to look at Ivar with a swish of your long braid.

“Isn’t it pretty?” You ask him so eagerly that he can only dumbly agree. Whatever it was-- a line of flowers, runes or a tattoo from your newest obsession, the glee of your smile shuts his snappy lips up.

“It’s kinky.” The words escape his lips before he can shut them up-- cursing himself that very moment for saying it. Your eyes have gone wide and bright with a rim of white as they catch his. Hvitserk’s balking laugh cuts your awkward moment and you jump off the table, backing up into someone.

“I think I’m going to be late for class!”

You didn’t even have class Thursdays.

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gh03st-writer · 5 years

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Madam Kadara

Summary: Phoenix Ryder got herself exiled after joining the revolt on the Nexus when both the Arks and Pathfinders were nowhere in sight. After over a year of coping with losing her family and being stranded in a whole new galaxy, she finally gets word of an Ark docking the Nexus: the Ark Hyperion. The arrival of the Hyperion and its Pathfinder shakes Phoenix’s world and forces her to consider her position as an information dealer on Kadara.

Pairing: Reyes x OFC

chapter 3

Chapter 4: Dirty Laundry

“Be a better soldier than I ever was,” Alec’s voice echoed in her head.

Her hands trembled as she held onto her Alliance issued assault rifle, it was her first mission as an N7 and her nerves were already starting to get the better of her before they even made landfall. She looked around the small shuttle, taking in the faces of Alliance marines and shuttle personnel.

“Alright team, we get in, save our people, and get out,” Alec shouted over the comms, “Any questions?”

The shuttle was silent as everyone prepared to hit the ground running. Alec clapped Phoenix’s shoulder, “Ready, kiddo?”

Phoenix smiled, “Born ready.”

Alec chuckled as the shuttle landed and the doors opened. Marines started to file out, ready to see their mission through. Phoenix stepped out of the shuttle and her surroundings shifted; suddenly she was on Habitat 7.

She frantically looked around for any of the other members of her team but was only greeted by her father. Phoenix rushed over to Alec and immediately noticed his lack of a helmet, she knew something wasn’t adding up, “Dad, where are we and where’s your helmet, are you crazy?”

Alec smiled with a twinge of sadness, “Take care of your siblings, Nix.”

Phoenix knit her brows together, “What are you talking about?”

Alec looked off towards the horizon, “My time’s up,” he looked back towards her and pulled her into a strong embrace, “You’re a better soldier than I ever was, Nix, never doubt that.”

“What,” Phoenix was at a loss for words, her mind not able to comprehend what was happening, “Dad…”

They separated and Alec smiled warmly as he began to disappear. Phoenix reached out to take hold of him but her hand met nothing but air, “Dad, where are you going?!”

Phoenix shot up in her bed in a cold sweat, her breath labored, “Dad!”

She took in her surroundings and recognized that she was still in her room in Kralla’s Song. Reyes immediately woke up next to her, her voice startling him, “What’s wrong?!”

Phoenix slowly gained control of her breathing again, “Nothing, I just had a bad dream, go back to sleep.”

Reyes took in her disheveled state, leaning against the wall behind him, “Do you want to talk?”

Phoenix leaned back against him and sighed, “Sure, dealer’s choice.”

He could tell that Phoenix wasn’t ready to talk about what woke her but she needed a distraction to help her mind process everything without making her want to pull her own hair out. Reyes remembered the deal she made with him before running off to go meet with Sloane and she wasn’t about to get off the hook for leaving his room early because of the mention of a friend she’s never talked about before, “Doctor Carlyle.”

“What about him,” Phoenix asked, she wondered how much information he really wanted to know.

Reyes absentmindedly brushed his hand through her hair, “Whatever you’re willing to tell me.”

Phoenix contemplated how much she was going to tell him; she didn’t want to hide anything from him but also wondered if it would change anything between them. It was a strange thing for her to worry about, she knew that past relationships were never a problem between them before but there was still a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach planting a seed of doubt. She wrapped one of his arms around herself and intertwined their fingers, her voice carrying a tone of dramatic flair, “Well, buckle up, because this is a tale of romance, drama, and heart break.”

Reyes raised his eyebrows, “That interesting?”

Phoenix grinned, “Absolutely, my life before Andromeda was nothing if not interesting.”

They laughed and Phoenix continued to tell Reyes about Carlyle, “Doctor Harry Carlyle and I met on the Citadel after I got caught in the crossfire of a back alley fight in the Wards, after that I started to find other excuses to see him, you could say it was love at first stitch.”

Phoenix could feel Reyes trying to hold back his laughter, “What’s so funny?”

“You sound like a schoolgirl with a crush on the boy next door,” Reyes replied, “It’s cute.”

“I guess it is,” Phoenix laughed warmly, “Harry and I started our little love affair probably a year after that, we even went so far as to live together on the Citadel for three years before the Nexus left for Andromeda,” there was more to the story but she decided to save the part about heartbreak for another day. She looked at their intertwined fingers and wondered if their relationship would share the same fate.

“That’s more than a little love affair,” Reyes remarked, doing his best to reassure her despite his own bubbling feelings of jealousy. He could tell something was bothering about her relationship with Carlyle that she wasn’t telling him.

Phoenix noticed a change in the demeanor of his voice. She moved so that she was straddling his lap, her voice taking a teasing tone of its own, “Are you jealous, Vidal?”

“A little,” Reyes responded, “Can you blame me?”

Phoenix hummed, “I guess not, I would be the same way if it was the other way around,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, “If it helps, age was a major factor to the end of our relationship.”

“How so,” Reyes questioned.

“Harry is almost twenty years older than me,” Phoenix replied.

“An older man,” Reyes gasped, “Scandalous.”

Phoenix laughed as he flipped them over so that she was laying underneath him. Cognac eyes stared up at him with warmth as her hair splayed out underneath her like a sunset-colored halo highlighting the golden tones of her skin. Her smile bright enough to light up the darkest rooms.

“Do you need a map,” Phoenix remarked, “Because I think you’re the one lost in my eyes now.”

“Not lost,” Reyes smiled as he brought his lips to her throat, “Just enjoying the view.”

Phoenix bit her bottom lip as a moan escaped her lips and Reyes slowly made his way down her body.

The rest of their morning and early afternoon was spent tangled together in bed.

Phoenix rested her head on Reyes’ chest as both checked their own respective Omni-tools for emails. Reyes showed Phoenix one of the messages he received from Angaran Resistance, “Look, they want me to meet with the human Pathfinder in Kralla’s Song about Vehn Tarav.”

“That traitor,” Phoenix said, “What would she want with him?”

“Something about his part in giving the Moshae to the Kett,” Reyes replied.

Phoenix made a sound of acknowledgement as she continued to scroll through her own email. She chuckled when she saw one from her sister, “Guess we both have a date with the Pathfinder.”

Reyes looked at Phoenix’s Omni-tool as she read the email:

Hey Back

I have to meet a contact on Kadara so you could say I’ll be in the area.

I’ll meet you in Kralla’s Song after I meet up with my contact.

<3 Artemis

“Looks a little,” Reyes chose his words carefully, “Lackluster if you ask me.”

Phoenix titled her head to look at him, “What did you expect, confetti to shoot out of my Omni-tool when I opened the email?”

Reyes chuckled, “No, but I thought that an email between sisters that haven’t seen each other in over six hundred years would be more heartfelt.”

“Artemis has always been a woman of action more than one of words,” Phoenix told Reyes, “She gets that from me.”

Reyes closed his Omni-tool and stretched, “Then Kadara Port is in for quite the surprise, two impulsive Ryder women on the loose.”

Phoenix sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, “You have no idea.”

She stood and walked over to where she kept her clothes before turning to Reyes and throwing him his own shirt, “Ready to do the walk of shame?”

He laughed at her teasing tone, catching his shirt midair, “What walk of shame,” he scoffed, “I’m pretty sure Umi thinks I live here.”

“I’m sure Kian could say the same with how much time I spend in your room in Tartarus,” Phoenix sat to put on her boots. She opened her Omni-tool quickly and sent out a message for one of her operatives to meet her in Spirits’ Ledge. The Carnifex pistol she got from her father when she graduated the N7 program laid on a side table next to her bed, she picked it up to check its ammo and make sure the safety was still on; getting shot in the foot when she put it in the holster on her upper thigh wasn’t the plan.

Reyes watched her check her gun, “Big plans today?”

Phoenix shrugged, “Not really, just going to settle a couple of debts.”

“Want a hand,” Reyes offered, he knew he couldn’t go personally but he had no problem sending a person or two from the Collective.

Phoenix shook her head and walked towards the door, “No, Fardok is going with me.”

Reyes nodded, happy with her response; having a Krogan on your side meant that your chances of getting whatever you wanted increased significantly.

They parted ways at the lift, Reyes went down to the Slums and Phoenix grabbed her shuttle and headed to Spirits’ Ledge.

Phoenix landed her shuttle in a hidden cave, Fardok met her a few clicks away. The Krogan greeted Phoenix with a strong pat on the back, “How’s Madam Kadara today?”

“Ready to crack some skulls,” she returned his greeting.

Fardok laughed with his whole body, “That’s why I like you, you think like a Krogan!”

Phoenix showed Fardok a map of the local area and pointed towards an area that was just below them, “That’s where we’re headed, we get in, I get my credits, and maybe even get a good fight in if we’re lucky.”

“I hope so,” Fardok chuckled, “I need a good work out.”

The two of them made their way below and were greeted by gunfire. Phoenix raised her arm in front of and the bullets bounced right back towards the area they came from. She waved her hand out towards the same area and sent a shockwave of biotic force forward.

Fardok charged forward as a building came in view and Phoenix took cover behind a nearby boulder to assess the situation. She counted six men shooting and two snipers on either side of the building. A smile stretched across her face as she realized this collection errand would be a challenge after all. The ground around her started to pulsate as she focused her biotics into a deadly force surrounding her and she turned the safety on her handgun off.

The battle lasted no longer than an hour before Phoenix and Fardok reached the person Phoenix was collecting from. She pointed her gun at the woman’s head, “Alright, that was nice but play time’s over Danny, where’s my money.”

Danny sneered, “Why, just so you can kill me anyway?!”

“I hadn’t planned on it,” Phoenix replied matter-of-factly, “I’m not Sloane, I don’t kill people I do business with, as long as they keep their end of the bargain.”

“So why the Krogan,” Danny questioned.

Phoenix looked at her as if the woman was stupid, “Because, I’m not dumb enough to go into a gun fight unprepared,” her tone became increasingly impatient, “I suggest you pay me what you owe, my friend behind me tends to get a little trigger happy when he’s bored.”

Danny quickly transferred the credits she owed, “There, payment in full.”

“Lovely doing business with you,” Phoenix smiled and lowered her gun just as it went off and Danny yelled, dropping to the ground and holding her leg.

“What the fuck was that for,” Danny screamed.

Phoenix holstered her pistol, “Late payments incur interest, Danny.”

Danny cursed as Phoenix and Fardok left the building. Phoenix opened her Omni-tool and transferred credits to Fardok, “This was fun, let’s do it again some time.”

Fardok laughed, “Say the word and I’m there.”

Phoenix waved her goodbye to Fardok and boarded her shuttle. She started the shuttle’s engine as her Omni-tool began to blink, indicating she had a call incoming. She sighed, “An information broker’s job is never done.”

She set the shuttle’s nav point for Kadara Port and turned on the autopilot before leaning back in her seat and answering the Omni-tool, “If you’re calling for to inquire about information, send me an email, otherwise, talk quickly.”

“Actually,” Reyes voice came from the other end of the call, “I was calling to see if you would have dinner with me.”

Phoenix welcomed the warm tones of his voice, “Normally, I don’t dine with my clients, but I’ll make an exception for you.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll start thinking you like me,” Reyes said.

Phoenix smiled to herself, “Well, considering I let you sleep in my bed, it’s safe to assume I don’t hate you.”

She could hear the grin in his voice, “Meet me outside Kadara Port in two hours.”

The call ended shortly after and Phoenix wondered what he had planned.

#reyes vidal #reyes x oc #reyes x ofc #Mass Effect #Mass Effect OC #mass effect:andromeda #original female character #origianl character #original ryder #original female ryder

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acciowests · 5 years

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Rosy Cheeks and Fairy Tales - Snaibsel

SUMMARY: After Artemis comes back from a mission, Zatanna decides it's the right time to finally tell her best friend how she really feels.

WORD COUNT: 1645

"Artemis... wait up!"

As Zatanna jogged toward the archer she felt her heart beating against her chest. It had been just over a year since she had met the young hero and she had loved every minute of it. Artemis wasn't like her other friends in "Young Justice", she was... different. It sounded cliche, but Zatanna couldn't stop thinking about her. Oh, the joys of having a crush on your best friend.

Artemis had just gotten back from a mission with Robin and Kid Flash. The sweat rolling down from her forehead and the scrapes across her arms were an obvious sign that the mission hadn't been as 'quick and easy' as she had described before leaving. As Zatanna reached the girl in green, Artemis smiled gently, her body became tense as she breathed heavily from her winded chest. Their eyes met for a second before Zatanna gripped Artemis's arm lightly and began to examine the scrapes across her arms, some of them were sore and bleeding.

" Want me to fix you up? It'll be faster with my magic, y' know" She offered, running her fingers lightly over Artemis's tan skin

The immediate hiss between Artemis's teeth and slight jerk of her arm told Zatanna that the cuts in her arms were stinging. They looked painful, red skin had begun to peel around the thin sharp cuts that decorated themselves along the backs of her forearms. Despite her discomfort, Artemis shook her head and pulled her arm from Zatanna's grip.

"You don't have to worry, I think bandages will work" She chuckled lightly. Zatanna couldn't even begin to think how much she loved that chuckle.

The pair began to walk towards the south corridor - towards where all the girls' rooms were. Zatanna lingered slightly behind, she wanted time to think. Actually, that was a lie, she wanted to talk to Artemis - tell her how she really felt, she could just never find the words. She figured she would start off by saying that she was happy they were friends, or maybe that she was happy they were so close - either way, she was happy just to know her. Speaking of knowing her, Zatanna knew that Artemis definitely was not too keen on gushy, lovey-dovey stuff and that she was bound to find this entire upcoming conversation extremely awkward and uncomfortable. Every single fibre of Zatanna's being hoped that Artemis felt the same way - she wasn't ready to lose her if she didn't.

Artemis had begun limping as they turned the corner towards her room - sprained ankle most likely, Zatanna thought. Upon entering the room, Artemis sat immediately at the end of the bed whilst Zatanna grabbed her first aid kit from the bathroom. Artemis's room was rather big, definitely bigger than Zatanna's - but she didn't mind. Her bed was a double and had a basic green duvet sheet with black pillows. Her room didn't have many personal touches as Artemis only lived there part-time, but the ones she did have were subtle yet important. A three-shelved bookcase stood in the corner overflowing with books, atop of it stood a few fake succulents and a Vietnamese flag on a small stand. The wardrobe was pretty empty but within was a brown leather jacket, as well as a few pairs of blue jeans and a basic white tee. Artemis definitely wasn't one to depend too much on fashion. The main feature in Artemis's room was the gigantic pinboard that decorated the wall behind her bed. On it was photo's from her childhood, ones of her and her sister at the park, or them at home dressed up for Halloween. Zatanna didn't know much about Artemis's sister, just that she was now a well-known criminal and that she left when Artemis was still very young. The board was also filled with happier memories, ones of her and Wally last summer, her and Robin in costume, group photos of Young Justice that M'gann had forced them to take, and ones of her and Zatanna, arms around each other's waist smiling directly into the camera. Zatanna was in awe of every single one of those photos.

Zatanna sat down beside Artemis, gently placing the first aid kit behind her on the bed and grabbing a disinfecting wipe. "You don't have to," insisted Artemis, a rosy flare upon her cheeks.

Zatanna just shook her head lightly, " It's no problem" she smiled, washing over her forearm with the wipe. Artemis gave into the girl beside her and allowed her to continue.

Zatanna had so many things she wanted to say. As time passed and she finished cleaning Artemis up, Zatanna and Artemis ended up laying silently on top of her bed. The only sound in the room was the wind howling through the vent and the sound of them breathing. Zatanna could listen to Artemis breathing for hours - as weird as it sounded, she could. It had taken less than ten minutes to apply the bandaids and bandages to Artemis's arms and for Zatanna to wrap a bandage around her newly swollen ankle. Apparently, Artemis's mission with Kid Flash and Robin was ambushed by a small group of assassins who were focused on not letting the team leave the headquarters they had just broke into - logic. At the end of the day, Zatanna was just happy they had all came home alive. As they laid down, Artemis's hand rested only inches from Zatanna's and all Zatanna wanted to do was intertwine their fingers and have it be... normal.

"Arty... can I tell you something?" Zatanna whispered. Zatanna's heart was pounding as Artemis sat up and turned towards her. She looked restless, her hair fell down beside her face and she rubbed her eye lazily, " sure, are you okay?"

Zatanna nodded, pushing her self up and adjusting herself to sit beside Artemis. This was it. She was going to tell her how she felt, how she truly felt. Where was she even supposed to start, how could she ever find the right words? She'd waited what felt like years to finally tell her about her feelings and she wasn't going to screw up now.

"Ever since I joined Young Justice I've felt... a connection... between you and... you and me" She started, her palms became sweaty and her chest became tight Artemis's eyes became soft as she watched the girl before her confess her feelings. Zatanna couldn't help but notice how mesmerizing those eyes truly were.

"And I can't even remember why, or when, or even how but... I like you, Artemis. Like, I like you like you..." she breathed heavily, looking up to see Artemis looking utterly confused

Great. She had ruined everything. Zatanna could hear her heart beating in her ears, could hear the pounding against her head. She tried to read Artemis's face, tried to guess what she was thinking... but nothing. She had always been hard to read but right now she was impossible.

" And I understand, I know you don't feel the same but... I just wanted you to know, I needed you to know... I just don't want you to hate me because-"

And she stopped. Or was forced to stop, rather.

She had felt it before she knew what was happening, felt the soft touch of lips against her own. Zatanna gently closed her eyes, leaning into the kiss further - Artemis was kissing her. She didn't know what she was expecting, but it most definitely wasn't this. She was having her first kiss, and it was... everything that she was told it was supposed to be, and she was having it with the girl she had the biggest crush on. Perhaps fairy tales are real, after all. Artemis moved her hand up and cupped the side of Zatanna's cheek, running her thumb along her cheekbone. Zatanna couldn't even believe this was happening, her skin began to tingle at her touch. Artemis's lips were soft and they tasted like strawberry lip balm. Despite the calluses on her palms from training, her hand was surprisingly gentle against her face. Slowly Artemis pulled away, taking her hand with her and resting it on Zatanna's thigh. Zatanna truly looked at Artemis for what felt like the first time, traces of Zatanna's lipstick stuck to Artemis's bottom lip and her cheeks were the brightest shade of red she had ever seen them.

" I could never hate you" Artemis smiled, moving her hand and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear

Zatanna couldn't help but notice how effortlessly beautiful she was, how she didn't even have to try and she was naturally the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.

" Why do I feel like I'm home whenever you're near me?" Zatanna expressed, her face only inches from Artemis's. Artemis chuckled, it was light and full of love, she reached across and intertwined her hand with Zatanna's. Zatanna's heartbeat immediately fastened and she wondered if it was obvious how elated she was.

" You're not the only one who feels like that" Artemis smirked, her thumb running over the back of Zatanna's hand

Zatanna didn't know where to go from there, all she knew was that she didn't want to stop being with Artemis in this kind of way. She wanted to feel the touch of her lips again, she wanted to run her fingers through Artemis's long thick hair and she wanted to lay in the dark with her, wanted to spend every minute in her presence as possible. She didn't know if that meant coming out to their friends or keeping their relationship a secret, but either way, she wanted a relationship with her more than anything and she was willing to wait for her if needs be.

Being only sixteen meant she had no clue what love truly meant, but she was hoping she could find it with Artemis.

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kfawkes · 7 years

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You ready, luv? (Part 2) - [Eggsy Unwin X Reader]

[OKAY GUYS! Here is part 2! I hope its as good as you want it to be lol. Still working on the rest of this little story, so sit tight I will be doing at least 1 more but likely 2 for this one :) Thanks for reading!!! (TW: angst & cursing. Lots of cursing XD)

About: You and your boyfriend Eggsy are on a mission together where your limits are tested. Just how far are you willing to go for the man you love?

Pairing: Eggsy X Reader with a Merlin cameo :D

W/C: Sorry guys lol it’s 2.3k

—Ao3 Here!]

Part One <—-

“Oh, god… oh, fuck. Oh, fucking fuck shit— FUCK!” You grumbled anxiously, nearly screaming as the space around your feet fill with soft waifs of smoke. For a second you want to pretend you’re just in the smoky pub down the street from the shop… But you know you’re not.

You know you probably won’t be making it back to that pub anytime soon either. Sorry Mal, sorry Cate… it was really nice knowing you.

Quickly you pulled your undershirt to cover your nose and mouth as you you scanned the room for a way out. Only there were no windows, and the only vents present were the ones spewing green gas at you with a vengeance.

But of course there wouldn’t be any windows, and if Artemis built this room as a gas chamber— well you can bet the only vents are gonna be the ones poisoning you.

Everything inside told you to think fast… that you had to get the fuck out of there so you could tell you stupid boyfriend you loved him before it was too late. But your options only faded with each pivot around the room, and you felt those chances dwindling like water slipping between your fingers.

You couldn’t give up hope though. Not yet… Even though the gas was nearly to your knees now.

So instead you ran around the room frantically pulling books from shelves, knocking plants from their place, pulling paintings off of walls– tossing everything around you. There had to be something to help you escape; a hatch or a secret door… a fail safe— something.

Only, there wasn’t a damn thing you could use and now, the gas sat just above your knees.

As your seconds slip and that smog creep further up your thighs you threw your eyes to that door again. Your heart pounding painfully and your temples sweating in fear.

Eggsy was right there… just on the other side of that fucking door. Just— waiting for you. You knew by the look he sent you before the doors bolted that he was mortified. You knew by the tone he yelled your name that he didn’t know what to do either and now you can’t help but wonder if he was really still there after all…

You turned towards the computer breathing harder than you should as the smoke rise around your hips; unable to stop yourself from wondering if he’d left you… But if he had, could you really blame him?

There was a part of you that even hoped he had listened to the training… Then he would have been out of this fucking place and at least he would be safe. But something low in your gut told you he’d never leave you… right?

As the smoke stretches up your stomach you begin to really know the bite of fear. The sharp iron taste it gave you… or was that the gas? You’re realizing that you don’t have much time left before you’re knocked out– that’s if this shit doesn’t kill you anyway.

Now is the part where you begin to give in to your fate, realizing it had already been sealed the second you walked through the bunker door. Even as the one locked in here, you had to admit the office was an excellent trap. Whoever was doing this knew the Kingsmen were coming and they were prepared. Maybe they were even the ones to send you two here in the first place… Part of you wondered if this trap was set for you alone and couldn’t help but wonder if any of this had to do with how strange Eggsy and Merlin seemed.

Stop. You’re acting crazy because you’re about to die right now. Don’t do the thing you always do and sabotage the only fucking good thing you have, kay? Kay.

After the brief reminder you realize the only thing you do know is that you’re royally fucked. As your father would say, ‘you got dealt a real bad hand of cards, baby.’ Right now, you know you should be thinking of a way to get out— a way to turn that shitty hand into a winning one. That you should be putting your fucking training to use, but all you can worry about is whether or not Eggsy knew you loved him… Whether you’d see him again or ever have the chance to choke on the words you’d never said.

You wish instead of feeling fear that you could just think about his smile, or the first time he kissed you outside the tailor shop. Hell, you’d even relive the crappy times if it meant you could get out of here in one piece. If it meant you could just watch one more shitty action movie with him…

But the smoke is floating around your chest now and as you watch it rise you know you have less than 60 second left of lucidity. You don’t know why but for some reason you turned for the computer, grabbing either side of the monitor– shaking it fiercely. Watching that little dragon flap its wings almost as if it was taunting you.

Maybe the little shit was. But in that moment you remembered that dragon… where… where had I— s-een it?

Now the smoke is pressing at your neck while it tickle at your nose… You’re starting to feel strange like everything is light and you’re almost floating in that olive green cloud. Yet somehow your limbs are heavy, like you’d been filled to the brim with wet sand. And in that moment the feeling of salted water filling your lungs came rushing back.

You want to stay awake, you want to breath fresh air into your tired lungs… to fight. But you know you can’t.

And now you can’t even open your eyes without seeing the thick green closing in around you. You can hardly move your legs and all you want to do is rest…

You throw heavy hands to the desk feeling your wrists tremble beneath the unsteadiness of you elbows as you sink…. lower and lower until your face is flat on the desk. All you can see through the fog is that damn dragon flapping its fucking wings at you.

Deep in your pool of emerald you know whatever happens next is likely to be the end… Your eyes fight the pull of sleep as you slide to the ground the last thing you feel is regret.

The last thing you see is Eggsy and the last thing you hear is Merlin reminding you that you were never really safe… even when you were.

——————–

(Eggsy P.o.V)

He probably would have been better at controlling the tone he’d taken had he not felt his whole world crumbling around him. Maybe he could control the thoughts that ran rampant through the jungle of his mind if he knew what the outcome would be.

Maybe he could focus or be able to breathe if he just fucking knew whether or not he would see you again… Whether or not that would actually be the last time he kissed you, or smelled your skin… Whether his last words to you would have been ‘Wha’s that?’ and not ‘I fucking love you.’

That’s the thing though… he didn’t know.

He didn’t know if you were alive or dead and that thought alone was enough to shatter whatever composure he had glued together earlier in the day. “Merlin! What the fucks happenin’?”

The voice he used was panicked, pleading even as he pace the space of the door you were locked behind. There were still men accosting him from the end of the narrow hallway, only now there was a loud siren and dull lights echoing around him as he fight. But even in his fevered panic he crushed each man that dared cross his path with ease.

“It’s hard to say…”

“What the fuck d'you mean ‘it’s hard to say’… she’s alright, ain’t she?” This is the part where he fills with fear as he press his back to the cold metal door you’re pinned behind. In that moment he knows just what Merlin is going to tell him to do…

“Galahad, you need to calm down, and get back to the car… Remember your training, follow protocol.”

Training said to get back to the rendezvous point when something like this happened.

Protocol said to have backup before attempting a rescue mission, even of this nature.

He knew his training and what rules he was meant to follow, he even knew why they were rules in the first place: to save lives. To stop impulsivity and hopefully ensile some lessons about patience or the importance of planning. The recklessness of an emotional mind.

And usually? He wouldn’t have a problem following his training or obeying his orders. He really did know those rules were set for a reason, because they had saved lives… because they would keep saving lives.

But he didn’t give a two shits because none of those lives in question had been yours.

He knew it wasn’t his responsibility to protect you, that you could take care of yourself easy— but he wanted to keep you safe and he knew that the two of you would always be better as a pair than you’d ever be apart.

“Oh, just fuck off with protocol, will ya?” It was a question— technically, but he surely didn’t present it that way. Knowing he was overstepping the rules of seniority wasn’t enough to stop him though and he continued heatedly. “You expect me to leave her then, yeah?”

He knew the fucking protocol, but was Merlin really suggesting that he leave you?

“Galah—“

“Just walk away? You really suggestin’ I let her die?” He interrupted again, a sea of terror filled anxiety flushing and surrounding him like a tornado of wasps as his voice raise an octave louder.

Something told him that if he left you… that if he left even for a second it would be too late, and he was not about to let that happen.

Not to you. Not after everything you’d been through or after everything you’d done for him.

It’s about now that he wishes he told you just how precious you were to him… how you even saved him, as cheesy as it sounds.

It wasn’t until he met you that he realized how hard losing Harry had been for him. He had drank himself nearly to death for a couple weeks there, even started random brawls with strangers just trying to feel something else. He wanted to be the man Harry knew he could, but he only fell short every time.

The worst part of it all was that he still remembered everything about that day. The way Harry lost control of his body and murdered all those people… The color of Harry’s suit and what hat he himself had been wearing. He even remembered what it looked like when Valentine pulled the fucking trigger. God did he remember it all, and for weeks it haunted him. It haunted his days and nights alike with no prejudice whatsoever and it was relentless.

But one day just like any other, you were brought in as a potential recruit; and he never told you this but he thought you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Now as he panic sinking deeper into dissociation, he wish he had.

It was weird because that first time he locked eyes with you, he could have sworn you’d be his as crazy as that sounds. But he just knew…

He had only been named Galahad for just over a month, and was assigned to be your trainer. Actually he was the one that asked you to pull the trigger that final day— sending you a smile when at first you wouldn’t. He didn’t tell you it was a blank, but he hoped his eyes had.

And he was the one to fall arse over tit in love with you along the way.

It was more than love though, he needed you. Sure, he could probably function without you like he 'functioned’ without Harry… but why should he have to? Why chose a life that didn’t have you in it? Why leave when he could save you…

“Eggsy, please… Will you just listen to me?” Merlin was soft when he spoke, and even kinder as he continued. “I’m not suggesting you leave her. Never.” He was understanding and in that moment it seemed like he realize how serious you two actually were. You weren’t just some silly fling or some harmless fun Eggsy was having… it was real. “But if you want to save her, you need to focus. Tell me exactly what happened before you were separated.”

After drawing in a long breath, basking in the break of fighting and his own paranoia he run his hands through his hair replaying it all. “She was workin’ on that git’s computer, yeah? And then… I don’t know, somethin’ upset her— she was goin’ on bout the system actin’ all strange… ” His voice trailed off.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized just how off everything had been. “It was all a trap, Merlin… From the very fuckin’ beginning— I told you somethin’ wasn’t right.”

After a second Merlin replied, his voice was stern but lined with apathy. “I should have listened to you… I’m sorry.”

He could tell that Merlin meant it and in that moment all the anger he had felt disappeared. Now all that lingered was the thick weight of regret. “If I lose her ‘cause of this, I won’t forgive you.”

Merlin sighed heavily into his mic before finishing, his tone dark and matching Eggsy’s own. “I wouldn’t either.”

---Part 3!

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t0mat0-pot4to · 7 years

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#JayDickWeek2017 Day 2: Confession Under Fire

Everyone is wondering how Dick and Jason got together.

How could they mess up so bad? The plan was simple. They will use the jet to get to the Watchtower, beat up the bad guys then get out. No talking with the other heroes. No distractions were available. And still they messed up. Instead of having a fight in the tower, they managed to get chased on the jets. So now they were avoiding everything that was thrown at them, try to stay far from the Earth's atmosphere so direct shots didn't get to land.

There was no back-up free. Everyone was busy with their own plans. They could keep the chase for a little longer, until things lighten up.

But things went wrong again. Someone got inside, then two then three more. They fought, breaking so many things inside. The main parts on the outside were hit and broken. Oxygen was running out. Wires everywhere. The control panel didn't work anymore. Red lights bathed them.

From their seats, they saw the outside. The galaxy was sure a big thing and how insignificant they were compared to other planets.

"Hey, Grayson?"

"I'm listening Jay." Dick replied kicking his feet on top of the broken panel.

"Since we are in this situation. I think it's the right time to tell you that I admire you." Jason commented imitating Dick's actions. His arms rested on the sides of the chair, while his head looked forward.

"Same here." He answered, looking at Jason with a smirk. "I wanted to ask you this long ago but I thought that I shouldn't. But, right now I don't even think I have a tomorrow for it so...I like you and all."

"Way to go Golden Boy." They laughed. "Yeah, I kind of like you too. Especially when you don't talk at all. It's nice, really."

"That's the nicest thing you've said to me today, thank you."

"So...do we kiss or what?"

"I got this."

Dick stood up, facing Jason. He stepped closer to Jay's right, leaning forward. He couldn't help himself but to laugh at what they were about to do. Slowly he kissed him, holding his left cheek. The kiss lasted a few seconds before they separated, to chuckle.

"This is probably the gayest thing Imma be saying today but, gee, your lips are so good." Jason expressed, blushing a bit, causing more soft laughter from his partner. Then they both laughed.

"Yep, gayest thing I've heard today."

Well, they were so far from Earth now. It looked like a tennis ball from the distance. Neither of them said it directly but they knew that it was the end for them. All because of a mission that didn't go as planned. They started to wonder how everyone else what doing, since communication collapsed.

They didn't say anything for a solid minute. Then Dick leaned to kiss Jason again. A few quick kisses on his lips then in the corner, slowly walking in front of him. Jason sat properly not sure what was happening but, boy, he couldn't resist it. One of Dick's knees rested right between his legs, while the kisses had started lowering to his jaw.

Knock. Knock.

Dick was forced to hold back to find out were the noise came from. From the window with many scratches, he could clearly see Hal Jordan. He grunted before walking towards the window. He wrote something on the window as some dusk and steam was there.

'What?'

Dick saw Hal laugh as some writing in green glowed from his ring.

'Am I interrupting something? I mean, I could rescue both of you later.'

'Just get us home. Not a word.'

'Yes, sir.'

"Oh my goodness Stephanie!" Barbara cried holding back her laughter. The others did laugh, well, only those who understood the last part. "We have kids here, you know?"

"I didn't tell them to listen tho'!" She excused herself, with a big grin in her face. "Plus, they are Dick and Jason! I'm sure it happened at some point."

"Dick would've told me if he did." Wally said as he chewed chips. "Plus, they've been together for only three months. Dick isn't that type of guy."

"Is it jealousy a sense?" Kate looked at him with a playful grin making him blush. Everybody else exploited in laugh.

"Like hell I am! He's my best friend." He mumbled grabbing another bag of chips fro himself. "And I have Artemis. I don't want him."

"Sure you don't babe." Artemis kissed him in the head. "Anyone to take another guess? Which doesn't involved any mature content?"

"We'll take a guess." Said Kate with Babs leaning against her.

After a long night patrol, Jason was walking in the empty streets. He was too busy to notice someone behind him. Next hing he knew was that he was tied to a chair and pretended he was doomed. He quickly noticed Arsenal, Roy Harper, and Starfire, Koriand'r, tied up too. Since they didn't move, he assume they were knocked unconscious.

"Look who decided to finally join us."

"I don't like crushing private parties." He rolled his eyes. He needed a way to free himself fast and keep his friends safe so they wouldn't harm them. "So, what's the deal? Do I owe you money?"

"Oh no. You owe me more than money. A whole company to be precise. If it wasn't for you, I would have gotten the deal of a lifetime!"

"You might not be able to see it but I'm silently laughing under my helmet."

"You think you are funny, but not today! Today I'll make you a deal. You'll get rid of my enemies and I'll give you your loved ones in exchange."

He went quiet. Now there was no way he could free them. Like, he didn't mind the killing but he wasn't sure what they will think of him after finding out he killed people for them.

"Why so quiet, Red Hood? Wasn't expecting that?"

"Of course I wasn't! I lost you went you said you couldn't kill your enemies so you needed me! What kind of thug are you? Even my dog could be better."

"So funny. But, will your friend Arsenal like a wake up bullet? Or Starfire? It's so hard to decide who should laugh with us tonight."

Now is when Jason started to try to free himself. However it didn't last long as guns were out pointing at him. It was suicide if he continues.

"I died once but a crowbar in the head by a clown. Satan will be disappointed if I go to hell with you as my killer."

Quiet. Jason needed to think fast.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt this little meeting of yours but, I can't let you kill my precious fugitive. So, what do you say if we all lower our guns and talk?" That voice was familiar to everyone in the room. And Jason didn't know if he was grateful or not for the new-comer. "Oh, come on! You know my name!"

Nightwing jumped from the pillars holding the ceiling above them. A smoke bomb was dropped and the bad guys knew it was done for them. The sound of heavy things falling, some breaking, gave Jason an idea of what was happening in there. Once the smoke curtain fully vanished, Nightwing was in the middle of the room with unconscious thugs around him. Some were shot by their own mates and some still growled in hurt.

"Oh my! What a mess I've made. Let me make it up to you." He turned to the leader, who held a gun pointing at him. "Put the gun down or else I'll be force to knock you out."

"No chance pretty boy."

"My pretty boy is still tied up, so you better make it fast." He challenged before dropping his weapons on the floor. The sound of it echoed in the room and the blast of a bullet broke it. First shot and missed. Nightwing avoided it easily. He moved closer as bullets flew by him, none close to hit him.

...

"Pretty boy." He called Jason, standing in front of him with a bright smile. He didn't say anything else while he untied him. "Got anything sharp?"

"My looks count?" Jason joked trying not to swear out loud.

"See, I could leave you here but I'm too nice. So better help or else..." Dick whispered something in Jason, with a playful smile.

"Fine. Left pocket." He replied turning away from the oldest.

Dick gave a triumphant smile then went to search the pocket. His left hand ran from Jason's knee to his thigh, 'looking' for the pocket knife. With his right hand, and without permission, he took Jason's helmet off. And made him look at him directly.

"The hell are you doing?"

"Take a guess." He whispered back before taking out the sharp object and cutting the ropes. He stayed with the knife a bit longer, just watching Jason's reaction with a smile.

"Oh my! Oh my!" Zatanna interrupted so they wouldn't continue. "That is not family friendly!" She joked as they laughed.

"Fine. Maybe we went a bit overboard." Babs said faking innocence. She did a little fistbumbed with Kate.

"I can assure you that did not happen!" Roy said out loud, pointing at the girls with his drink in hand.

"Me too. I don't recall that happening." Kori was a bit confused about said story but was completely sure it didn't happened.

"Ok, ok. Maybe Roy and Kori weren't there at all but it could have happened anyways." Kate defended.

"Anyone else?" Zatanna asked taking a slice of pizza from the box.

"Since everyone is making things up, I'll have a go!" Wally accepted.

Both Jason and Dick were being chased by some super-villains and the police. The reasons were a robbery and a murder. Neither of them were caused by them but they just couldn't stop for anything. It happened in the middle of Gotham as cars passed and people walked to late dinner shops. The moon was bright above their heads and no sign of the other members were present.

"So, what are you up to?" Dick asked as they jumped from one building to another. He seemed to be enjoying the chase somehow.

"Well, I don't know right now but it's not good at all." He responded, half turning to shot the man shooting at them in a helicopter.

"Excuse me, serial killer. Will you kindly not shot him?"

"Then?"

"Don't jump." He said as he rolled down in between two building. Jason reacted a bit late causing him to tripped down losing his balance. A hand caught his to swung him to a balcony in front of them. "Hold yourself up for a second." He pleaded before letting go and landing on top of a air conditioner box, without ripping it off the building.

...

They stayed on lower grounds for a bit, following their chasers close. Their spy skills kicked in but were soon put away as they escaped. Now they were underground, in the sewerage, following a track send by the Red Robin.

"Tim said that we'll be able to reach the bat-cave if we follow this." Dick commented showing his phone screen to his partner. "If we are lucky, Killercroc won't be roaming this place right now."

"Now that's a stereotype." Dick giggled at the comment said. "It's true. Just because he is a big-ugly-ass crocodile doesn't mean he'd at the sewerage."

"Maybe you could show me movies were it doesn't happen. I'd like to find one." He offered lending his phone to Jason.

"It's said then. Tomorrow night in my place."

"Oh boy, you are so gonna regret doing this."

"Then you should be grateful you are pretty. If you weren't, then you'll be doomed in society."

"I'll take it as a compliment. Thank you." He elevated his hands to the back of his neck, smiling. "It's been so long since we had a decent talk."

"Last week, when I told you that my apartment wasn't a safe place."

"And then you let me sleep in your bed. Yeah, good talk."

"It wasn't a good talk." He said and suddenly noise coming from their right side made them stop. "Great, now what?"

"We are going up if anything happens. Head East if there's anyone chasing you. I'll go West. Loose then. Beat them up. I don't care but we will meet outside the manor. Understood?"

"Loud and clear boss."

The noise was coming closer so they ran forward. Then the noise ran towards them too. There was no way to loose them so their plan was to be followed.

"Hey," Dick stop Jason once they were out. Not much time left. "Be careful, ok? I know you can do just fine but be careful."

"Same to you Golden boy."

Dick quickly kissed Jason in the lips. Then they were off.

"That was beautiful!" M'gann spoke happily. The other girls had the same reaction and the boys just stared in confusion.

"That's from a movie. Isn't it?" Tim questioned first, not wanting to believe that Wally just said what he said.

"Of course! Or a book. I don't remember." He answered, making the guys sighed in relief. Even some of the girls did.

"I don't see it. Both Jason and Dick are too proud to run from a fight, but I'll give you a seven out of ten." Raven replied, with the others nodding to her statement which was partially true. Especially from Jason.

"C'mon Rae! Even you know this could've happened...at some point." Garfield stated not truly sure himself.

"Indeed Beast Boy, but she is also right." Kaldur'ahm, Aqualad, affirmed.

"They would not retrieve if it was not an order." Cass mentioned. "It's clear on the battleground."

"Ok ok. My turn!" Kara declared.

The 'original' bat-bros were almost falling asleep on their way home from a special mission. Almost not making it home, especially the younger ones. So the older ones decided to carry them. Once they were in safe zone, with Alfred helping with some wounds from the younger ones. The Justice League was also there, in a special meeting with the Bat.

Neither group was surprise to see the other. It had happened so many times it became a tradition whenever they were over in the batcave.

Dick and Jason stayed back to join the meeting, while Tim and Damian were forced to get some rest. Again, it had happened so many times before no one was really surprise.

"So, the Secret Society is at it again? Gee, don't they ever get tired of losing?" Dick expressed while he typed something on his phone, although he wasn't really paying attention to the screen, they knew he was probably the one who absorbed all the information.

"We are afraid so." Martian replied, as the images of the Secret Society appeared with all their information. Then there was a second of silence before he talked again. "We will be busy dealing with an abnormally on the other side of Earth. Nightwing and Red Hood, you'll recruit the Young Justice and the Teen Titans for the job. We know you and the others are more than capable but we only want you to slow them down until we come back."

"Understood boss." Dick answered, putting his phone aside to concentrate on the new mission that was given to him.

"Any new information or dates will be send to you. Anything important must be send to us instantly. That will be all for now." Marian concluded, given the others a glance to see if they had anything to add.

"Ok. Jason and me will be out. Meta-humans are attacking central Gotham." Dick informed before heading to the exit with Jason behind. "Good night everyone. Don't worry about us too much."

...

"Got the what we wanted?" Dick asked, still looking back at the direction of the manor. Not a good idea when riding a motorbike, but he is the Nightwing. He was more than capable to do that and more.

"Yup. Being a street rat pays off in situations like this." His partner responded, holding a bag over his head. As much as they tried to be responsible on the road, they couldn't do it. "You know we are gonna get in hella trouble when they find out, right?"

"It will be worth the laughs."

...

Now they were off the roads, on top a building. The lights from the city hugged them away from the darkness of the night. Both excited to see the precious thing inside the leather bag. Jason took out Diana's Lasso of Truth, then threw the bag to a side. It glowed in golden magic, fascinating both.

"It's more magestic than I thought...It's just...Wow."

"It's an Amazon weapon. Created and used by Gods." Jason mumbled still holding it before giving it to Dick, who just admired the golden colour. "Who you wanna try it on first?"

"I don't care. We have, we use it. We don't have much time before Wonder Woman finds out."

"We could use it on the meta-humans, since we have to take them out anyways." Jason suggested with a smile on his face, Dick's reaction was priceless for him. He could have swore his partner didn't even noticed.

...

"Ok, so the bad guys escaped and now we are tied up. In the Lasso of Truth. In the middle of the night. We are a mess." Dick sided look at his weapons on the floor next to them. Near those were Jason's guns with empty bullets and fresh smoke coming out of the guns' muzzles. It was quite a hard fight.

"So...hum...Mind finding a way to free ourselves." Jason pleaded clearly uncomfortable by their closeness. Although they were back to back, he knew Dick was so calm about it.

"I could try leaning back and see if I could free my hands." His partner suggested as he inclined his head on Jay's shoulder, giving away his smile. As much as he tried to see Jay, his position wouldn't allow him. "Ok, I need you to stand still while I do this. If you don't, we are gonna fall and that's gonna be really bad for us."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Hurry up."

Dick pressed himself against Jason's back, leaving just enough space for him to slide his arms in from. When he made it, he could finally let his breath go. Jason relaxed while he sighed, like Dick did. Before he could say anything, Dick was doing the exact same thing again as he tried to untie the knot. But didn't last long before giving up and wailing.

"I can't. Try twisting the rope from your side or something." He finally stated.

Jason couldn't even reach the rope with his fingers so he shrugged his shoulders. His action was enough for Dick to sigh again. Dick giggled.

"Want to ask me some burning question?" He asked and the rope glowed in a bright golden, so he figured out it was doing it's magic.

Jason gulped. He was clearly fighting the need to tell the truth.

"Come on little wing. You know neither of us can lie in this situation." He teased while leaning his head back in Jay's shoulder.

"I hate you. And yes, I do want to ask you something."

"Awww, what is it?"

"Since you been out with many people. And you are currently not dating anyone. What are your types?"

"Man, that's some silly question. However, because you are asking me, I'm gonna tell you." He gave a quit pause before answering. "I don't really have a type but I tend to fall for people who...I tend to fall for people who I have rescued once and vice versa. Yeah, I know, it's weird."

"Why?" Came out quickly out of Jay's mouth.

"Why? Oh, I don't really know. Something to do with trust. If they could save me, I could trust them with my life. If I can save them once, I can do it twice. Three times...I could protect them..." Dick went quiet all of the sudden. Still mumbling nonsense under his breath.

It was quiet.

"Who do you like?" "You." They both asked and answered at the same time. Their guards were down so they didn't notice until they heard the answer.

"Oh my goodness! You like me? Really? Red Hood likes Nightwing? Oh my gosh!" Dick teased surprised. Then the next thing he did was letting the rope go, freeing them. He basically pulled the Lasso and picked his weapons up, rushing away from Jason. "I'm so telling everyone about this!"

"You...You! You come back here now! Nightwing!" He tried processing what happened before picking his guns up and lifting them. Both guns pointing at a near Nightwing, fingers pressed against the trigger.

"Come on! Let's get moving pretty!" He screamed picking up the leather bag from the beginning, then putting the Lasso in it. "You could try shooting me babe, but that be such a mean thing to do! It's nearly midnight and Bats will be out soon! You coming or not?!"

"That did happened once. The Lasso thing but not with those questions." Duke pointed out, while the bat-fam laughed at that memory.

"Yeah, it was bad." Luke continued. "They were forced to stay away from each other so they wouldn't kill the other one."

"Yeah...I've been there...Not good." Conner rested his head on his hand, half-closing his eyes to Tim who just smiled 'innocently'. "Don't trust them. Especially a guy called Tim who will force you to deal with it."

"Really?" Kara questioned with eyes filled with hope. "What happened?"

Before Conner could answer that question, two familiar voices caught everyone's attention and tried finding were they were coming from.

"Oh! Wow. Why are all of you here? Wait! You guys didn't call me? Oh my gosh. I fell so disappointed." Dick dramatised with a funny look in his face. They all laughed at his reaction. "My friends and my family, together. In the same room. Not fighting...Who are all of you?! Where are my loved ones?! No. Don't tell me. Just...Just leave!"

"Shhh, they are safe." Kate winked at him, holding her finger in her lips telling him to stay quiet.

"Oh my! Jason! They have our family! And friends! And...and..." He pulled Jason's arm, who rolled his eyes as he was pulled towards his boyfriend.

"You guys, I hate all of you." He said, pointing at everyone in the room.

"We love you too Jaybird." Babs winked at him, taking a sip from a coke can.

"Gee, like, excuse me? Pretty girl, he is mine." Dick released Jay's arm before walking up to his ex-girlfriend, almost face to face with her. He just looked at her, quietly. Then he took one of the cans in the table, blowing a kiss to the redhead. "We are going out. See you on patrol. Lots of love!"

"Wait..." Tim called right before Dick and Jason walked out of the living room. When they both turned to see, the younger one made a sign to come closer. "We have a question. And we really want answers."

"Oh...What is it?" The oldest was the only one who looked worried, although Jay didn't looked at the conversation, he was pretty aware of his surroundings.

"This is dumb. They want to know how you and Todd got together." Damian finally talked, looking away from his phone. Jon, who was next to him, lowered his headphones to listen to the conversation.

"Well. It is kind of dumb but I guess, we could..." The oldest glanced at his partner for help as he didn't know what to do or say. They both shrugged not knowing exactly. "I mean, it was really stupid." He tried joking it off, so they will forget about it but he knew they wouldn't let it go.

"We were talking about it." Jon gave a little explanation, while looking at the others who kept their gaze on Dick.

"Well...there's two times, same day." Dick sat on the back of the couch, looking above his head as he tried remembering that day. Jay forced himself to stand next to his partner, with his hands on his hips.

It was early morning when Dick found Jason overlooking Gotham. They didn't talk straight away but soon loosen up and started talking about their day. As much as they tried looking away from each other, there's was always something that drew them to look back.

"Wanna go eat something?" Dick offered with a smile. It was early, too early to be seen by anyone they knew so it was perfect timing.

"You are paying."

...

They fought over the place, but since Dick was too nice, he let Jason choose. At the end they went to a Chinese restaurant, which kindly serve them anything they wanted. They have saved so many places, they don't remember all of them. Despite the time, they got some lunch instead of breakfast.

"This place is nice." Dick whispered, drinking his tea like Jason did. They weren't talking too much, just casual comments and responses. "We should come here more often."

"We?" He was surprised, almost shocked to hear that pronoun.

"Um...Yeah..." He was saved as their food came. He shook his head, attacking his food and this told Jason to not talk about it anymore.

The more time they were together, things lighten up a bit. Dick grabbed the fortune-cookie, breaking it to read the tiny paper folded inside. Soft chuckling came out his mouth, which drew Jason's attention.

"It says 'You should date the person next to you'. So, wanna date? It says on the paper." He declared, leaving the note on the table, eyes locked on Jay's.

"What?"

"Um...Maybe I could win you over with food...Yeah, that could work."

>>>

Since they spend the morning together, Dick managed to get Jason to be with him for the rest of the day. Of course out of their 'work' suits, to change in normal clothes. It didn't take long for them until they visited many places.

"Stay here, okay? I'll just get something for Tim and Damian."

"I'm not five years old anymore, Grayson."

A few minutes later, a lady walked up to Jason with a flirty look on her face. Jason was clearly uncomfortable but tried to play it cool.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Hello?"

"Why are you so lonely? No girl with you?"

"What? Madam, please, I'm waiting for someone."

"Oh, it is a young girl? I could wait with you, make you some company."

"I'm with someone." He mumbled loud enough for her to hear, who looked shocked. "So please, leave me. Or else..."

"Oh! Hey babe!" Dick came rushing with a bag with some sweets inside. He quickly hooked his arms with Jason's, slowly pulling him back. "I'm sorry madam but we need to get going now. Enjoy your evening!"

When they were away, the oldest was laughing quite loudly. The youngest only looked down, still embarrassed about what had just happened back there.

"Sooo, babe?" Dick muttered turning to softly kiss his left cheek, making him blush. No answer came so Dick kept talking. "Are you okay? If you want me to stop...I-I will do it..."

"It's okay." He murmured, half turning to face him. "Thank you...You know, back there...With the women...Arg...You know what I mean..."

"Yeah..." He side-hugged Jay's waist, pulling him closer. "Want to go home? I could take you. Then..."

"Shut up. Just shut up Dick."

"Wow, that's so nice of you." He replied, resting his head on Jay's shoulder. "So, do you want to date me?"

"You guys disgust me!" Damian focused on his phone again, pulling his headphones down covering his ears resuming whatever he was doing before.

The others just laughed it off before turning to see the couple again.

"Yup." Dick stood up before looking at Jason, who just shrugged his shoulders once more. "We are out then. See you around later?" Everybody else agreed with nods, so they both went out.

...

"Are you happy about embarrassing me?" Jason moaned pulling himself away from his partner. The afternoon light bathed them, with just few minutes to the night. Neither talked until the night came.

"I'm sorry..." Dick apologised felling a bit weird. "I just couldn't tell them the real thing...Hum...You know...That day..." He sighed.

Jason looked away.

"Come on Jay. You know neither of us wants to remember that especific day." The oldest stood in the edge of the building, overlooking the city. "Forget it, okay? It's better that way..."

"Yeah...Let's get going Golden boy." They both laughed.

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Goggles covered chocolate brown eyes, leaving him to push the curly strands of his hair manually. He bit his tongue in concentration, refusing to take his eyes off his masterpiece for a millisecond. This was for her, he reminded himself. It was all for her. It was decently quiet in the mechanic garage, with only the sounds of sparks and his own heavy breathing to accompany him. Shelves were stuffed to the brim with every kind of wire, bolt, and tool known on the face of the planet. Failed experimental equations were strewn across sheets of paper, scattered on the ground. The terminal door was shut, with only the lights of candlesticks and oil lamps to illuminate the damp, drafty, dark place he called home. Car tires dotted the walls like medallions, with degrees of engineering genius framed and shown proudly alongside them. At his desk, photos were on display: a golden retriever with a red rubber ball squeezed in its open mouth; a woman with dark brown hair and freckles with an arm around a little boy, around six or so, beaming up at the camera; a beautiful lady with long auburn hair and bright green eyes was draped across the mechanic himself, both of them relaxed and happy. Charlie tore himself away from that train of thought—the life he’d once had was over. He had to get over that. He continued working on his newly dubbed “life-altering time trial”, when a phone rang. He sighed, placing down the object, shoved back his goggles, and wondered who the Hell would call him at 3 o’clock in the morning. Checking the ID, he was not surprised in the slightest. Irritated, he answered the call, knowing she would simply spam him until he responded. “What do you want, Piper?” he asked straightaway, knowing she could hear the ‘if it’s not important, I’ll kill you’ tone of his voice. “Now, now,” Piper said, amusement coloring her manner. “Don’t get so feisty, little brother. I might call your Alexandria on you.” He shut his eyes, sighing. “We broke up, Piper. I told you that.” “But you’re still as bloody head over heels as always for her, aren’t you?” His silence was enough to gain her satisfaction. “Exactly. C’mon. Be nice to your big sister who loves you!” “Why are you calling me at three a.m., Piper?” “Because.” Mentally, he slowly counted to ten. He glanced over his shoulder, spotting the glowing experimental orb he was working on. Piper didn’t know who “Alexandria” really was, and he preferred to keep it that way. The web was all ready tangled, it didn’t need more lines attached. Charlie could remember times when he and Piper were children, when his sister had constantly needed to know everything going on in his life. She’d poked and prodded until she knew his friends, his teachers, his crush, how he spent his damn time during recess. She’d been nosy as hell, annoying as hell, and loving as hell. On his first day of high school, she’d dropped him off in their mother’s Honda and blasted “Hollaback Girl” for everyone in a three-mile radius to hear. On his first day of the job, she’d rode in and demanded her old pocketwatch to be fixed, even though Georgie’s was mainly a car repair shop. His superior, Lara, giggled madly at him, snatching the Omega from Piper’s sneaky little fingers and listening to Charlie’s pleads of fixing it as quickly as possible. Piper had loved playing the role of the humiliating sibling, no matter how much he promised to strangle her. Now, he only wanted to keep her from the messed-up life he got himself involved in. Piper London had a separate existence besides her little brother, after all. “Piper,” he emphasized. “This is a useless conversation. I need to get back to work.” “Work?” She said, concern explicit through the phone. “Charlie, it’s three in the morning. What’re you doing?” “Client wants it for sunrise tomorrow. I can’t rest until it’s done or else she’ll kill me.” If Charlie knew anything about himself, he would call himself an expert at lying by omission. In the sentence he’d just spoken, he never lied straightforwardly. Everything he’d said was true. He simply omitted information from her. She would assume the client would be an obnoxious rich dude that wanted his Lambo ready by sunrise to cheat on his model wife with her sister with, and she would assume the “she” was Lara. He chose to let her think of her false axioms, didn’t correct her misconceptions. He had a talent of telling the certainty of a situation, with important holes of information in between. “Charlie.” Her voice was as condescending as it was completely unconvinced by his statements. “You have to go to sleep! If Lara wants this project done so bad, she can do it herself.” “There’s no reason to stop now, when the project is almost done.” Not technically a lie. Before she could begin her the You Never Take Care of Yourself tirade—she tended to call him an obsessive workaholic, as if she didn’t have a fear of inactivity herself—a flash sounded on the outside of his garage door. Without his doing, the large gate was flung upward, with the force of a thousand bodybuilders. In the darkness of the three a.m. daylight, Charlie noticed a woman. A staff of ironwood was splayed across her back, like a silhouette of a long, thin cylinder. Flat-bottomed faux-feather boots were worn on her feet, a short dark purple dress with her dark belt hanging loosely off her slender body, her pale skin glowing beautifully. Her curly red hair flowed down her back, her green eyes sparking like the embers of Greek fire. Her dark jacket was gracefully over her shoulders, standing with the elegance of a modern gladiatrix-Amazon hybrid. “Um,” stumbled Charlie, forgetting about his sister for all of one moment. “I’ll chat with you later, Pipes. Got to go.” Without waiting a response from her—which probably would’ve consisted on her keeping him for another hour, fully abusing her Ravenclaw persuasion techniques—he hung up. He self-consciously fumbled with the goggles on his forehead, his thoughts rapidly traversing a million meters an hour, before approaching the woman his sister called Alexandria. She relaxed ever so slightly after she saw him very clearly dismiss who he was speaking to. She was a very jealous type. (He forced his conscious to remind him that she had no right to be jealous, that she shattered his heart to pieces, that she didn’t deserve him—) Charlie cleared his throat and crossed his arms defensively, raising an eyebrow. It was rare when she visited without him summoning her—especially since he hadn’t finished her enterprise. She saw his anticipation and straightened her back, striding passed him like the world was her red carpet. He tried not to notice the sudden upward rise of her outfit, and the softness of her thighs. He chided himself by inwardly cursing himself, and followed her confidently, completely unlike a lost puppy. She strolled directly to the Shard, laying casually in the tripod he’d created for it. It blazed as orange as the cinders of a torch, silver outlining as gleaming as a coin, magic irradiating from it in visual waves. She outstretched her arms, as expecting and adoring as Charlie was to Piper’s Pitbull, Bella. She hovered her hands, barely a finger’s length away. Her emerald irises flared hungrily, rings of hazel displaying to everyone just how powerful she was. “You haven’t finished.” It wasn’t a question. He fidgeted a little. “What’re you doing here?” She turned to look at him. She was still centimeters shorter than him, with light freckles flayed across her cheeks. He remembered when they were still together, before he knew who and what she was, she used to smile at him like she loved him, like he was her guardian angel. He remembered when she was Alexandria Grace, a pretty redhead who loved animals and fantasy more than reality. She had dreams beyond his imagining, ambition in spades, and eyes as green as a dragon’s scales. She was different when he’d known her as human, but he didn’t know if that was dilemmatic or not. She tilted her head. “Am I unwelcome?” “Never,” he admitted. “But . . . you’ve never shown yourself without me calling you first. You haven’t appeared without my summoning since before you . . .” He trailed off. “Since I became Artemis,” she finished. He gazed down at her. Artemis was more formal than Alexandria, more forced to accept responsibility for what she was, more cold and distant. “You left, Alex. You’re back, suddenly, and now you want me to fix this ancient artifact from the shadow realm. You’re a bloody witch, Alex. A witch! An immortal one, at that. Did you expect me to not be fazed by any of this?” He was flinging his arms around as he ranted. She pursed her lips. “I am Artemis now. I’ve morphed into a more powerful being than my human form ever could be. I loved you, Charlie London. The life we once shared is gone. I’m sorry for that.” His heart panged in his chest like a pinball machine. It wasn’t the reaction he’d wanted to hear. Pathetically, he’d been hoping (no matter how unlikely he knew it’d be) she’d hug him, confess she still cared for him, and stay with him. Instead, he’d been smacked in the face with reality and how brutally naïve his desires were. He still loved her—if he didn’t, he probably would’ve taken her Shard project and slammed it into the ground, cursing her to the Hell she’d come from. He desperately wished for Alexandria, for the kind girl who couldn’t care less about being the most powerful witch in history. He swallowed back his emotions, and pushed passed Artemis. He admired the Shard, unsure whether to thank it or swear at it for bringing the woman he loved back to him. “What is this?” he whispered. Artemis repositioned her posture to study him closer. He could still read her like a book: She wanted to know why he cared, and why he hasn’t ripped the Shard from its prop and kicked her out of his workplace. She took a piece of her Merida locks and started braiding it. It was a habit Alexandria used to do—she claimed it was because she needed something to do with her hands; she mainly did it when she was bored, or anxious. His lips curled a little at the familiar movement, but he listened carefully when she spoke. “That,” she said, “is a Shard.” He snorted when he realized she wouldn’t say anything more. “Yes?” he prompted. She tossed the thin braid toward the back of her head and began a new one. “‘The Shard is a supernatural triangle-shaped instrument that can provide an easy gateway to multiple dimensions for mortal beings.’ Essentially, it’s the only way a human could ever travel to the shadow realm, or places only the Wraith could go. With it, you can journey to the past, the future, or forks in the road where the butterfly effect is prevalent.” She gestured with one of her hands and then continued her braiding adventure. “Let’s say you have a decision to make. You have two choices. You choose one walkway of life. With the Shard, you can go to the future where you made the other choice. It’s a dangerous, cantankerous, and extremely powerful bit of equipment.” “And you broke it,” Charlie commented. He wasn’t surprised in the slightest. It was no secret Alexandria found thrill in living on the edge, doing things like chucking a wine glass in the air and see how well she could catch it—for fun. It wasn’t shocking to know she dismissed the power of a dimension-jumping artifact to prove a point. Artemis huffed. Her face was framed with stiff, wiry plaits like dreadlock bangs. She shoved them all behind one ear, in an attempt to look professional, but it only made her seem more like the human she’d once been. She unhooked her staff from her back and pointed it at his heart. “I did not break it,” she informed him. “I don’t think an object as strong as one that could cause a rift in the universe would break itself, Artemis.” She rolled her candy apple green eyes and pressed the ironwood harder against his chest. “I didn’t break it,” she insisted. She sheathed her two-meter baton back into is wrap on her spine. “My sister . . .” “Your sister?” he asked, intrigued. Even Alexandria had hated speaking of her family. Before she’d fully transformed, she’d told him she lost contact with her parents when she chose to live among mortals, instead of her fellow witches in crime. She wanted to protect her sister from ever having to make that decision. “Her name is Hestia,” she explained, as if that was vital information for him to treasure ultimately. “My younger, pain-in-the-bosom sister. She has a special habit of causing trouble throughout the world of witches. She believes in a morale that lets newly appointed choose routes other than performing magic. In an attempt to support this philosophy, she joined this . . . clique, called the Keepers. The Keepers’ leader, Dawn, gave my sister a mission. She was to steal one of the three Shards of Life from the Wraith, an all-powerful being who rules over the shadow realm and chooses the most powerful as his reapers to do his bidding. She did it. She stole it. I didn’t know whether to be proud of ashamed of her.” She chuckled bitterly. “To complete her mission, Dawn told her to destroy the Shard for good. Hestia shattered it to a point of almost no return. For her actions, she was arrested and put in the Wraith’s underworld brig. The only way to set her free was to . . .” Charlie’s eyes widened in realization. While they were dating, Alexandria was absolutely addicted with a law-based show called Curiae. The protagonist Curiae followed cases that were seemingly impossible to defend or convict, with many lawsuits leaving innocents dead or villains alive. Her favorite quote was from an episode from the show’s final season, when Curiae was forced to acquire help from his worst enemy and suspected former lover, Lorraine. The human-turned-witch adored reciting Curiae’s famous line whenever semi-convenient for her; mainly whenever she broke her diet and needed a barely legitimate excuse for doing so. “‘Sometimes, the best way to save an angel is to dance with the devil.’” Artemis’s shoulders slumped as she stared at her shoes, as if she was reminiscing on those nostalgic memories as well. “I left,” she said, very reluctantly, like she was admitting a deep, dark secret, “to save an angel.” “You left to rescue your sister,” he said, feeling a mix of every emotion possible. He didn’t know what to think of this girl standing in front of him. She was selfish and selfless simultaneously, she was infuriating yet loving. She was too much for him and not enough. He was still bloody in love with her, and hated that she could never love him the same way. As if snapping herself out of a trance, she spun around so she faced away from him. Her fingers twitched, curling like they wanted to grab her staff and/or punch Charlie in the nose. She sighed. Without twisting back, she spoke, exasperated. “Can you fix the Shard by sunrise?” Pieces of a puzzle were connecting inside Charlie’s mind. Events were actually making sense, in the bizarre reality that was his life. “The Wraith made you do all of this. The Wraith made you become Artemis. The Wraith kidnapped your bloody sister!” Artemis walked to the still-open garage doors without answering him. She unsheathed her ironwood once more, the darkness on the outside finally dissipating into a flood of red-orange and rosy-pink. The skyline of the city was awakening, tall skyscrapers shining with artificial light and the shadows of dentistry-promoting billboards hanging over the streets like an impending doom. Dismissive, blasé folk casually walked the streets, ignoring the warrior storming out of Georgie’s and the confused man behind her. Lives were beginning, so the witch could not stay. Artemis drew a giant square in the air, the gold magic of her staff gleaming like a lightning strike. She paused for a moment. “I’m sorry, Charlie,” she told him. “After tomorrow, you will never see me again.” He thought over and over again of how exactly to respond to that statement. He could scream childishly and tell her even if she did come back, he would send her to the curb. He could comment resentfully of how she only ever returned to him because she needed something from him. He could beg her to stay, confessing how he still loved her and how he needed her, and all-in-all guilt trip her in the most pathetic way possible. He could do so much, and yet . . . “Artemis, Alexandria, whoever you are,” he said, a small, sad smile grazing his face. “I hope you find your sister. I hope you find your happiness, even if it’s not with me.” He could see the scarlet of her hair, the Greek fire of her eyes, the ivory of her skin, the violet of her dress. He studied her, the girl who’d haunted his dreams with her laughter, and knew her declaration was true. He would never see her again. Her emerald green irises were sorrowful. She nodded. “Goodbye, Charlie London. I wish you a life without witches.” Her lips twitched at the attempt at humor. She closed her eyes, turned her back to the magical gateway, and fell. Charlie watched as she disappeared into the air like a whisper, hushed and unsatisfactory. He stood in the center of Georgie’s Workshop, staring into nothingness. He sighed, ran his fingers through the brown mop on his head, accidentally caught them on his goggles and nearly cut himself, and swore out loud. A woman passing with a young child gave him a dirty look, giving him a disapproving onceover. He quickly shut the large garage entryway, and the world was quiet once more. He strode over to the Shard—the interdimensional artifact potentially capable of destroying the universe with its immense, impossible power. The Shard was not manmade, thus could not be fixed by Artemis’s magic. It came from the deepest part of the shadow realm, the Wraith’s birthplace. Otherworldly magic would simply irritate the Shard, refusing to trust its user and, in the worst-case scenario, even attacking its wielder. Old fashioned mechanical techniques could succeed, in theory, and Charlie was the guinea pig. He scrutinized it from a distance, before sitting down at his workbench and continuing to weld, as if nothing had ever happened. *** In a far-off, distant place, a young girl slept. Her dark, labyrinthine tresses flowed across her pillow like a demonic halo. She was curled in a ball, her knees into her chest, with a single arm tucked under her cushion. Elegant fingertips circled a sharp silver knife, bloodied from former victims and accidental cuts. A shadowy, luminous figure stood at her cell doors, watching, listening to the pleads consuming the little girl’s elder sister. The fog with a hood known as the Wraith chuckled, a sound that boomed across planes of reality with the force of its might. It held up a sleeve, silencing the fowl with a single motion. In a voice only she could understand, it commanded her to remedy the evils her sister caused. It summoned the remainders, the bare minimum, of the broken Shard, and demanded it fixed by sunrise in a week, or her service toward him would extend a thousand years. The other condition was one she had no choice in obliging: become a witch, the destiny she’d constantly denied herself, and transform into an immortal. There could be no recovery from that. The Wraith’s amusement grew—if it took human form, its lips would be quirking upward. For how he lusted after Alexandria, the beauty she provided for the world, yet it knew of her feelings toward it: disgust, animosity, vengeance to save her sister from its wrath. The Wraith did only what it could do: it saw the happiness she was living with the boy—the mortal—and punished her for the sins her Hestia committed. She would either leave her sibling to rot in Hell’s incarceration for eternity, or sacrifice the one who loved her most. It could not ever have her, will never have her, and so this Charlie London could not have her either. Alexandria Grace would never be the same.

Magic, by alizaarches

Summary: An immortal witch is forced to revisit a life she left behind.

I’m so, so sorry, guys. I wanted to give you absolute quality, and I was really off this week. I finished it yesterday, the day I was meant to post it, but I hated it. Absolutely hated it. The writing was lazy, the story was meh, etc., etc. I needed to fix it, because I would’ve hated myself otherwise. I just recently finished editing it, and am finally satisfied with the results.

As usual, this story took an adventure to be written. The original idea I had was inspired by the Witch Mercy skin in the video game, Overwatch. So, clearly, Artemis was initially blonde, with a more revealing outfit, and her narrative was very different. She was already a witch at the beginning of the story, an immortal one, and she was flirting with the all-powerful Ghost (yes, instead of the Wraith, it was called the Ghost) to get something she wanted (I hadn’t decided what it was). The second incarnation of this story introduced Charlie London. Artemis was still blonde, and already an immortal witch, but she tried to “escape” the witch lifestyle. She fell in love with the moral man, Chase (yep, his name was first Chase) London. This version also contained a happy ending, with Artemis eventually marrying “Chase”. Finally, this form of Artemis was born. I was partially inspired by fictional mechanics like Dean Winchester (Supernatural) and Linh Cinder (The Lunar Chronicles—highly recommend, it’s a four-book sci-fi series with graphic novels and bonus content!). I really wanted to base a story in the city of London, even if the way they speak is severely inaccurate. (Charlie London lives in London, ha!) I also changed this version so Artemis “transformed” into becoming a witch, being a mortal in the beginning. It also has a bittersweet ending, as you can tell.

At the moment I’m writing this, it’s 10:44 p.m. Be grateful what I do for you people.

(Also, I realized that I have a thing for writing redheads. I love ginger people, and their freckled faces. . . . Sorry, you’re not objects, but I do want to put you in jars. ~Dan Howell)

#inspired by lots of things #fantasy #witch #witches #immortal #immortality #mention of torture #sad ending #bittersweet ending #bittersweet #artemis #magic #weird #humor?#an odd attempt at humor

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real gods require blood

first thing's first: everyone in this ad should be between the ages of 25 and 30 with the exception of persephone who should be 23 - 26 and demeter who should be 27 - 30. genderbending is okay with me as long as you run it by me first because i don't want to have a million girls, i want it to be fairly balanced. everything said below should be taken with a grain of salt meaning if you put your own spin on it that is totally fine, the inspo is what matters.

additionally, only one or two characters should be from hogwarts, because the group is a group of people who are imports to the uk and the life they have here so please look towards the other wizarding schools for these. on site, i did link to some cool pinterest boards with some inspo for all of the different schools as well as a modern take on all of the different gods if you want to look at those when we open but i am not going to take up even more space here to do that and besides, it's just for inspiration, please please please make every single one of these guys your own.

now, for the actual ad, basically these guys are something of a found family. through their jobs, parties, socializing, exes, currents, whatever they all met and it was almost instant, that connection, that 'feels like i've known you my whole life' thing that came over them. and so they stuck together, even if it was just a group owl or once a year dinner party, they've all stayed in touch ever since despite distance, work, time constraints, and anything else that came between them.

the first pair that met and really started it all were aphrodite and hephaestus. they were on again off again, always a problem with time and where their lives were at, but the love is there. they've been friends since their time in school together and it never let up, that care. the rest of the group swear one day aphrodite will find a way to settle down and be with hephaestus but for now hephaestus deals with the on again off again because sometimes is better than never. and then aphrodite found god here, and another one, and their interconnections grew the group and now here they are, family without being blood, with ties running through them, cutting and caressing them all the same.

something else i'd like to suggest but not require? more creatures! aphrodite is half-veela and having some other creatures in the group, even if they're 1/16th giant or something simple like that would be amazing. thanks guys!

ZEUS. OPEN. zeus drinks himself half to death at a bar. he no longer cares for mortals. he has long stopped trying to make this world turn. suggestions: brother to poseidon and hades. married to hera. affected greatly by the war. enters polyship with hera and hestia after cheating scandal. himbo energy.

HERA. OPEN. hera no longer praises marriage. instead she talks to the women. she tells them that men always lie, tells them to run. she wishes she could take her own advice. suggestions: married to zeus. enters polyship with zeus and hestia after cheating scandal. better than you.

POSEIDON. OPEN. poseidon still loves the sea but he could not hate mortals more. he feels the pollution of his domain like a phantom pain, raging that he could not protect his oceans from mortals. suggestions: brother to zeus and hades. affected greatly by the war. has a crush on demeter. moods like the sea.

DEMETER. OPEN. demeter isn't peaceful. she feels the dying of the earth and with it goes her happiness. she curses the mortals who caused this. suggestions: older sister of persephone. doesn't approve of hades. has a crush on poseidon. the mom friend.

ATHENA. OPEN. athena chainsmokes in an alleyway, and glares at ares as bloody knuckles and booted feet connect with battered bodies between them. the fight clubs are their temples now. suggestions: business partners with ares (wlw/mlm solidarity, y'all). just doing her best. definitely sapphic. possibly once had a thing with aphrodite.

APOLLO. OPEN. you find apollo in a nightclub on 55th and 3rd, his prophets writhing in intermittent darkness, bassline pounding in their ears, liqour coursing in their veins, smoke and strobe lights clouding their eyes. suggestions: twin brother of artemis. pansexual and everyone knows it. always chasing the next high, running from the lows.

ARTEMIS. OPEN. artemis spends the night in a jail cell, blood on her knuckles and on her shirt and in her mouth, the smell of metal lingering in the air. suggestions: twin sister of apollo. sapphic pls. the protector meets the vodka aunt. possibly once had a thing with aphrodite.

ARES. OPEN. you watch as ares starts a fight in a dive bar, takes a knife from his pocket and uses it without flinching, smiles as he wipes his blade on his thigh, smashes a bottle on the floor and lights a match. suggestions: business partners with athena (wlw/mlm solidarity, y'all). possibly once had a thing with aphrodite. just a boy, made of rage and the inability to express his emotions. looks like he'll kick your ass, will pull athena and artemis off of you in a fight, exhausted that he has to yet again.

APHRODITE. TAKEN BY ATHENA. aphrodite drinks your worship straight from your lips and chases it with a scotch, crashes a cigarette, flicks the ash on the floor and leaves without so much as a thank you. suggestions: on again off again with hephaestus. in love with hephaestus. most likely to have slept with everyone in the group, twice. intimacy issues? i do know her. i know her so well. someone help.

HEPHAESTUS. OPEN. you find hephaestus on college campuses, amongst engineering students. in times like this he is more relevant than ever, growing whilst other gods die. it seems that aphrodite is more keen on accepting his gifts now more than ever. suggestions: on again off again with aphrodite. in love with aphrodite. patience is a virtue. stubborn pride is a gift.

HERMES. OPEN. hermes is in the hustle and bustle of rush hour and the rush of the subway. he is perched atop skyscrapers, surveying the beautiful chaos of it all and lo, it is good. suggestions: brother to hestia. in a secret relationship with dionysus. lost family in the war. running to and for, never from. chaotic good gremlin energy. do not feed after midnight.

HESTIA. OPEN. hestia mourns broken homes, she waits for her family. she waits in the doorway, arms outstretched and a smile like forgiveness waiting to embrace the siblings whom she know will never return. suggestions: sister to hermes. doesn't approve of dionysus. lost family in the war. enters polyship with zeus and hera after cheating scandal. the mediator. why can't we all just get along?

DIONYSUS. OPEN. dionysus shoots up in a basement in the seedy side of town. he wants to forget the suffering that has filled his immortal life. suggestions: in a secret relationship with hermes. "gotta stay high, all the time, to keep you off my mind". heart of gold but no one ever seems to believe it. here for a fun time, not a long time, but thinking about that too much hurts.

PERSEPHONE. OPEN. persephone grins when people tremble. she is vengeful and wears flowers in her hair and she will make damn sure that the world will never forget her name. suggestions: younger sister of demeter. in love with hades. she's beauty, she's grace. she'll punch you in the face.

HADES. RESERVED FOR LIV. hades stalks the streets, hazy in the fog of the streetlamps, and he smiles, because people will always believe in death and worship riches. suggestions: brother to zeus and poseidon. in love with persephone. affected greatly by the war. secretly the most well rounded and good hearted of them all. how are you so pure, bro? who sent you?

#foxrp #ch: satine #s: fallout

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Pairing: Biker!Peter Parker x Reader

**Reminder: I write ANDREW GARFIELD as my Peter Parker **

Warnings: Language. Parental abuse. Arranged marriage. Shitty parent. I Guess Boarder line cheating. Lying. Secrets. Sneaking around.

Your daddy has a plan for you. He’s a strict man, with a belt and gun. You know better than to stray from the path, from the rules he set out for you. You’re promised to a good man,but not much of a man. Secretly your hear beats for bad boy, biker Peter Parker. He’s been hounding you for a date, a ride on his motorcycle, for one word; yes. You keep turning him down, because if your daddy finds out about Peter, he’ll kill the both of you. But Peter isn’t backing down that easy. He knows what you want and he’ll get that yes.

You hurry down the hall, pushing your bag up your shoulder as you jog through the students. You were avoiding Jesse, in hopes he didn’t stop you. You were dying to see Peter again; the continuous texting was beginning to be what you lived for. You were sneaking in texts in the middle of class, and you even broke down and called him at lunch.

You’d pulled off your cardigan, you’d worn over your tank top, flowy, pale pink sundress. Your little white vans squeak under you as you hurry around the corner and towards the door. Your dress rustled around your thighs as you come to a stop outside. You spin on the balls of your feet, disappointment crushing your chest when you find the parking lot empty of Peter’s bike.

You sigh, your shoulders slumping as you realize he wasn’t there. You grip your bag, digging the toe of your sneaker into the sidewalk. You yelp with excitement as greedy hands wrap around your waist and lift you off your feet. Your back to his chest he hurries around the backside of the school, with you along for the ride. Your back goes up against the brick wall of the school, Peter leans in his lips brush along the exposed skin of your shoulder and neck.

“I thought you weren’t coming.” You pant slightly, out of breathe from excitement and the mild disappointment you’d felt. Peter pulls back, smirking at you, his mouth inches from yours, he brushes his nose against yours.

“So even though you have a boyfriend, me not showing up, still upset you?” He lifts a brow. You clear your throat.

“I wasn’t upset.” You lie. Peter breaks into the wolfish grin he gets.

“You’re an adorable bad liar, Darlin’.” He chuckles. You sigh, rolling your eyes. You give his chest a slight shove.

“You’re right. I do have a boyfriend. Off.” You nudge his chest again. His knee pushes between your thighs, his hips pin your own, and with the lightest touch his thigh brushes between your legs, your dress resting against his jeans. Your eyes fall closed, as they attempt to roll back in pleasure and anticipation.

“I think you’re right,” your eyes snap open, right about what? “you might not be a nice girl.” He chuckles you can feel it vibrate it through you as he brushes his mouth softly along your jaw. “I think there’s naughty in you. That you want to be bad with me.” You swallow, trying to focus.

“You think so?” Your voice was ragged and breathless.

“I’d bet my lungs on it. I might be a bad boy, but I’d keep you safe.” He places a soft kiss on your shoulder. “Do anything you want. Fuck Darlin’,” he groans and warmth bursts in your belly “you don’t see it, but you hold the power. I’m at your fucking mercy.” You could feel his grin between the two of you.

“Peter.” Your voice was less pant, more whimper.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” He tips his head watching you, so close you could feel his breathe on your jaw.

“I’m thinking,” you lick your lips trying to focus “it’s really hard to think straight when you’re pressed up against me like this.” You let out a breathy laugh. His lips pull up into a smug little grin.

“Only girl in the world I have the patience of a fucking saint for, all the self control and none at the same time.”

“That so?” You wanted to believe it all.

“Come to the fights tonight. Let me see you outside here and the diner.” He pleads against your neck.

“Would you let me go on my own?” Your hands slip under his kutte, moving over his cotton T-shirt. His head pulls back, looking at you.

“No.” He stares at you for a second. “You could go anywhere with me or Howie.” He adds.

“I don’t need a sitter.” You tip your head.

“Darlin’, it’s not a clean crowd. Something could happen to you. I just told you I would keep you safe.” He sighs.

“So now I have to worry about you?” You cock your brow at him.

“Nah, I can handle it.” He winks at you. He goes back to teasing your neck.

“Yeah?” Your voice heavy with a dreamy sigh.

“As long as you’re around,” his hands slip from your ribs to your hips, still pinned to the brick wall with his own “I’ll be here. Watching, waiting, pleading, teasing.” He whispers against your skin, before pressing a soft kiss on your naked shoulder. “I’d preform any trick you asked, to hear you say yes.” He sighs.

“What am I saying yes too?” You smirk.

“Everything.” He answers instantly against your ear. He pulls back, pinning you with a look. “Yes, you’ll come tonight.” He brushes his nose against your own. “Yes, to me keeping you.” He breathes against your mouth. “Yes, to you keeping me.” His mouth hovered over your own.

“Peter,” you swallow “it’s not that easy.” Your body and heart screamed yes.

“I’ll be whatever you need. I’ll be the man your daddy wants for you. I’ll take care of you, love you every day, make you laugh, give you a family. Be the man of your dreams.” Your mind spun at his words.

“Fuck Peter.” You groan.

“Y/N?” Your eyes sink closed as Peter growls in your ear.

“The fuck? Why does he say your name like that? I find a man on you, like this, that includes Jesse Flounder, I won’t stand there watching, like a pussy.” You could practically hear his jaw clenching.

“What would you do?” You were breathless and curious. His eyes snap to your face, they were deep brown and scary serious.

“Smash his fucking head into the bricks.” His tone matter of fact like.

“You’re not like most guys.” Your head tips slightly.

“Nope. Not fucking close. You want me, foul mouthed, rough around the edges, bad boy biker, with enough passion to singe your hair. Come to me tonight, come to the fights.” He nods.

“Peter-” Jesse had clearly found some bravery, he never had before.

“Y/N!” He grabs your wrist, yanking you from between Peter and the school wall. You trip over your bag, stumbling into Jesse, with a nice solid bump into your bruised hip.

“Ow.” You wince.

“Get off her, low life.” Jesse sneers.

Oh fuck, Jesse was about to get his head smashed in.

Jesse makes the attempt to push you behind him, you were struggling back. Trying to step in front of the loaded gun that was Peter Parker. Peter’s hand shot out, grabbing Jesse by the neck. He moved Jesse with ease, without so much as bumping you, slamming him into the brick wall. Peter’s tattooed forearm comes down on Jesse’s throat as his hand moves away.

“If you ever grab her, you ever touch her again. I’ll break your arms so bad you won’t have the use of your hands again.” Peter warns him.

“Get off me.” Jesse’ voice was a harsh whisper due to the crushed throat. Peter leans in, his voice so cold it made you shiver in the afternoon sunshine.

“She’s not yours Folts. She’s mine. You’re just holding on to her for me. Safekeeping and all that. Make no mistake Flounder, she’s not yours. She will never be yours, dick bag.” Peter’s dark eyes shift to you, anger burned in them, making you swallow hard.

“Did he hurt you?” He stares at you.

You shake your head.

“He didn’t hurt you?” He asks again.

“No.” You squeak.

“You said ow, Darlin’.” His jaw ticks.

“I bumped my hip into him, tripping over my bag.” You explain quickly.

“He didn’t bruise you, grabbing you like that?” Peter doesn’t break eye contact.

You were sure there would be a bruise, but for Jesse’ sake you kept that to yourself.

“No.” You swallow. Peter turns back to Jesse still pinned to the wall.

“You don’t get another warning. You’re already done. Don’t touch her again, fucker.” He growls, giving Jesse a good shove harder into the wall. He turns, smirking at you, he grabs your bag. Slipping it over your shoulder he winks at you. “Come find me. I promise, you’ll never look back and regret it.” He smiles softly, brushing his thumb over your jaw. He turns and walks off, your panting and excited all in one.

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#Marvel #Peter Parker x Reader #Avengers #Peter x Reader #All I Have #MC Series #Marvel Fanfiction #Peter Parker AU Series #Avengers Fanfiction #Peter AU Series

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