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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Eager

note: I had this fic almost done when @alexagirlie inboxed me a fun request which worked so well with this. I hope you'll like it and thank you for the idea!!

warnings: 18+! suggestive/fluff.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric's date with you did not go as he hoped it would.

wordcount: 2.6k

Masterlist

After years of horrendous dates and disastrous text messages you had finally found yourself a decent guy on a dating app several weeks ago, and his name was Sihtric.

You started exchanging messages and a few days later you already began to video call in the evening after work. And Sihtric was the man you had dreamed of; he was sweet, funny, incredibly good looking and he paid attention to what you told him. He came off confident, but not cocky, and he put in the same effort as you did to keep a conversation going. Slowly but surely your messages and video calls became flirty and even a little risky, but never explicit, and you both agreed that it was best to just meet up and see if the spark was also there in real life.

Sihtric never denied he was nervous to meet you in person, but you couldn't possibly comprehend how nervous he actually was until you saw him. He was waiting at the agreed corner of the street in which the restaurant you would be dining at was located, and you were just stunned by how handsome he was, even better looking than he did in his photos. His dark curls were glorious in the back and his braids on top and on the sides were impressive. The scars on his forehead and cheek made him even more attractive, and the smile that appeared on his face once he saw you approach was simply to die for. And that was exactly how Sihtric felt; like dying.

His heart was beating out of his chest once he laid eyes upon you. You were dressed pretty in a red top with a short black skirt and matching knee high boots, and he couldn't believe he had managed to score a date with a lady like you. His hands were damp, and he quickly wiped them on his black jeans as you crossed the street to meet him. You took his breath away and his mouth went dry when you smiled at him, his heart pounding with such force he heard his blood buzz in his ears. He had literally dreamed of this moment ever since you first started messaging, and he could barely contain his nerves. He had fallen head over heels for you so fast through texts, and he was embarrassed at the fact that he had already moaned your name several times in the dark when he touched himself, and also had various wet dreams about you already, but he wasn't going to tell you that.

'Sihtric,' you said with a laugh, and you held open your arms once you were in reach.

Sihtric smiled and could barely say your name as his voice trembled. He wrapped his arms around you and awkwardly planted his lips on your ear by accident, as you were only expecting a hug while he had aimed for a kiss on your cheek.

'Oh,' you chuckled at the awkward encounter and stepped back, then saw your date blushed and buried his face in his hands.

'I'm… I'm so sorry,' he stammered, then looked at you as he dragged his hands down his face.

'It's fine,' you smiled and took his hands comfortingly, 'shall we try that again?' you suggested, which he gladly accepted.

You allowed him to kiss your cheek, and he then pulled you in for a tight hug. And how nice he smelled, you thought, you even closed your eyes and inhaled his scent while you enjoyed his strong and warm embrace. You took a step back and smiled as you held his clammy hands again, taking in the way he looked; so dashing in his black jeans with black boots underneath, and a black shirt under his dark flannel on top. Sihtric was effortlessly handsome, and you couldn't stop smiling at him.

'You look so good,' you almost giggled, 'and it's so good to meet you finally.'

'T-thanks,' Sihtric chuckled nervously and took a deep breath, 'you… you look absolutely stunning,' he said, his voice warm and mellow, 'I've been so excited to meet you, it just feels so unreal right now.'

'Right?' you agreed, 'so unreal.'

'I… I- I could just kiss you,' Sihtric blurted out without thinking, as that was what he had fantasised about for days already.

'Oh,' you gasped lightly, then laughed, 'oh… well… eh, maybe later? I mean, not that I don't want to kiss you,' you reassured him the lingering tension you had felt online was very much present in real life too, 'but, you know… let's see how we feel in an hour or so?'

Sihtric apologised and agreed. You told him there was nothing to say sorry for, and then suggested you go to the restaurant down the street. Sihtric agreed once again but, before you could move, then suddenly took your hand and kept you in place.

'I almost forgot,' he said and quickly reached for his flannel's pocket, and he pulled out a chocolate bar, 'I got you something. I know it's not much,' he rambled nervously as he handed you the candy, 'but I remember you said you liked these and I saw them in the store the other day so I grabbed one and… well… maybe it's… eh, shit, maybe you wanted flowers actually. I'm sorry if this is stupid-'

'No,' you shushed him and smiled, 'I love this, thank you. This is my favourite and I can't believe you remembered I mentioned this.'

'Of course I did,' Sihtric chuckled and anxiously scratched his goatee.

You stared up into his mismatched eyes, which popped out with the light touch of eyeliner he wore and you felt yourself melt at the spot when he smiled shyly. Sihtric was as adorable as he was sexy, which was a dangerous mix as you both had agreed before meeting that this date would not end up in bed. There was so much more to your connection than just sexual tension, but you were now highly doubting if you would be able to contain yourself later if you were to go home with him. You didn't know yet that Sihtric struggled with the same weight on his shoulders, but he tried his hardest to not let it show that he would rather skip dinner and just throw you in bed already. So instead of acting on his urges, he just politely took your hand in his again and walked you to the restaurant.

'Ladies first,' Sihtric smiled as he reached for the door, attempting to push open a pull door for you but ending up colliding with the glass. You couldn't help but laugh while Sihtric felt incredibly embarrassed once again, but he could laugh it off too, albeit sheepishly. And it was all worth it, Sihtric thought, as he was over the moon when you kissed his forehead before entering the restaurant, as a light bruise immediately started to form where he had hit his head.

Sihtric looked at the restaurant's menu as if he hadn't checked it out two days prior to the date. He knew exactly what he was going to order, but he was waiting for you to make a choice first so it wouldn't be obvious he had done his homework on the restaurant already. 

Your nerves had slowly faded already, but it became clear that Sihtric still hadn't calmed down when he reached for your hand on the table and knocked over the vase with fake flowers. With his cheeks an adorable shade of red he tried to put the flowers back, but his hands were shaking so much that he just couldn't get it right. You smiled sympathetically, for he was so cute without even trying, and you took his trembling hands after he had dropped yet another flower next to the vase in his poor attempt to fix it.

'Sihtric,' you said soothingly, hoping to calm his emotions, 'here, let me help.'

You took the flowers off the table while Sihtric held the vase as he blushed heavily, and you fixed up the table again just before your dinner was served. 

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric mumbled while you ate, still reminiscing about all his embarrassing moments, 'I guess I'm not as cool as you thought I'd be.'

'Oh, you're right,' you chuckled, to which Sihtric swallowed hard and tried to smile, 'you're actually cooler,' you quickly added with a wink, to which he blushed even heavier.

'S-sorry,' he laughed nervously, 'I know I wasn't this awkward when we called and stuff, but… yeah,' he shrugged, 'I just… you're so beautiful, I've thought about you so often-' he stopped talking and coughed, 'I- I mean… I…'

'It's okay,' you smiled, 'I mean… I've thought about you too, so, you know,' you confessed and sipped your drink.

'You have?'

'Of course,' you snorted, 'let's not kid ourselves here, there was a lot of tension in our texts and during our calls. And I may be okay now, but I was also very nervous before meeting you.'

'Oh, well,' Sihtric mumbled and took a bite of his food, 'it's only me, nothing to be nervous about. And at least you didn't make a fool out of yourself,' he said with a soft sigh as he shook his head.

'If it helps, I think you're cute when you're making a fool of yourself. At least you're not pretending to be any different than you are. And I like you for that.'

And with those words, Sihtric seemed to be able to slowly let go of some nerves, and the rest of the dinner went well. You truly connected and were both delighted the feeling was mutual in real life too. Sihtric finally managed to hold your hand on the table eventually, without knocking anything over, and you started to get glimpses of that confident and flirty guy you knew he was deep down. What you didn't know was that Sihtric was desperately fighting his painfully trapped arousal almost the entire dinner, which gave him a new problem to focus on and forget his nervousness. You could tell he was tense the whole time, for whatever reason, but you were glad for him that his clumsiness had disappeared over time.

It was only after he paid for the dinner and you both left the restaurant that his clumsiness came back again, when the sleeve of his jacket got caught on the door handle. But this time he wasn't as embarrassed as he was before, and he even gathered the courage to ask you for a kiss again, which this time you didn't refuse. And you also didn't refuse his invitation to go home with him, as he lived closer to the current location you were in than you did. Another reason as to why you decided to go home with him, not only because he was cute, was because you were curious to see if he would finally completely relax when he was in a safe place, and who knows where it would lead to...

As soon as Sihtric's front door was slammed shut, you both immediately grabbed each other wherever you could and started kissing roughly. You bit and sucked his lips whenever you could, while he stuck his tongue down your throat whenever he could, and you began to tear each other's clothes off as you made way to his bed. Once you both were left in just your underwear, you dived under the sheets and continued to make out. And you made out hot and heavy and passionately, and it was exactly what you had imagined it would be like. Sihtric switched it up deliciously between being tender and being rough, his warm hands roaming all over your body, grabbing your hair and squeezing your thighs, while occasionally flipping you over on your back or pulling you on top of him with ease.

Sihtric was still nervous, but he managed to hide it by simply kissing you until your lips were bruised and you both desperately needed some air. It was when the kiss got broken that you began to teasingly rub his twitching bulge through his tight boxers. He groaned at your touch, his eyes hooded and his lips slightly parted while he watched you take off your bra. He hummed with a sly smile when you took his hands and placed them on your exposed breasts, and he surely knew how to firmly massage them to stimulate you, and you became desperate for him. You were grinding your hips against his, both moaning at the pleasant friction which only gave the slightest relief, but it wasn't enough. You both needed more; you needed to feel him inside you, and he needed to feel you around him.

So you sat back and flashed him a cheeky smile, then, before you were to slide down your panties and ready to take him, you palmed his leaking and throbbing cock through his boxers once again and rubbed him teasingly. And it was then that Sihtric suddenly let out a loud and strangled moan.

'Sihtric, it's okay.'

'Fuck!' he grunted and involuntarily threw his head back.

You froze when you felt the palm of your hand was suddenly wet, then saw the colour of his boxers darken slowly and you realised what had happened. Sihtric gasped and, in his embarrassment, pushed your hand away immediately and sat up to cover himself with his sheets. You were a little bewildered, and it was more than clear that Sihtric felt so ashamed about cumming in his boxers that he couldn't even look at you when you reached out. You felt awful that he was so ashamed, and you gently took his face in your hands.

Even though you held his face, he refused to look at you and kept his eyes down while his cheeks had reddened once again that day.

'Hey, look at me,' you whispered, 'please?'

Sihtric swallowed hard and tried to look up at you, but he then shook his head faintly.

'I can't,' he mumbled full of shame, and then pulled away from you and buried his face in his hands, 'I can't look at you, I'm… I'm sorry. I think you should just go home…'

Sihtric attempted to move further away, but you took his arm gently and kept him in place.

'Why would I go home?' you asked and took his hands away from his face to hold them, but he still didn't look at you.

'Why would you want to stay?'

'Because I really like you,' you reassured him, 'I really like you, Sihtric. And whatever happened… it happened. It doesn't matter. It can happen to anyone, don't worry about it. I really don't care, I promise.'

Finally Sihtric made another attempt to look into your eyes, but he quickly averted them again and pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.

'I swear this has never happened to me before,' he said softly, and tears welled up in his eyes, 'I feel so stupid. I've been so nervous all day already… I just… I really like you too, and I guess I've anticipated this moment too much and I got too eager. I'm really sorry.'

'Don't be sorry,' you said and wrapped your arm around him, then leaned your head on his shoulder, 'I can wait until you're not so nervous anymore?'

'I…' Sihtric paused and sighed, 'look, I don't think I'll be able to have sex tonight, I'm really sorry-'

'I don't care,' you shrugged and kissed his cheek, 'I still want to stay the night, if that's okay with you. We can just cuddle or something.'

Sihtric sat in silence for a moment as he went over his thoughts, and then he finally dared to look you in the eyes again.

'Yeah,' Sihtric nodded and smiled shyly, 'I think I'd like it if we'd just cuddle tonight.'

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[angsty-omi]

you get jealous of their manager

suna rintarou; sakusa kiyoomi

angst to fluff, hurt/comfort.

suna rintarou

when rin told you about the new manager, you didn’t expect her to be blonde, curvy, and absolutely gorgeous. honestly, just looking at her made you insecure. the way all the boys gawked at her everytime she walked by. you didn’t care about the boys though, you only cared about a boy, your boyfriend rin. she’s with him longer than he’s with you. practices take up most of his day, so you only saw him once he got to your shared apartment where he was too tired to do anything that exterted energy. to be fair, you were fine just staying in, but imagining him with her during practices made you uncomfortable.

it was even worse when he’d go out to dinner with the team and her. you couldn’t remember the last time he’d even ask you on a date. you hated the way he stopped trying once you started dating. starting to reach the AMs when you called him.

“y/n?” his slurred tone showed that he was drunk.

“suna? where are you? it’s almost 12 am.” you scolded. how could you not? he’s drunk and with a girl that you were very envious of.

“first of all, can you chill? i literally told you that i’d be out with the boys, i don’t understand why you’re getting so upset,”

“upset? you’re literally out with a girl who’s very attarctive” you frustrated.

“oh i see what this is now, you’re jealous and you don’t trust me.”

“it’s not a matter of trust, it’s just i fe-feel uncomfortable and i oh i don’t know wanted to talk about it?” you started to raise your voice. the attempt to set a boundary has failed, and rather was replaced with you being the enemy.

“she’s my friend y/n, get over it because you’ll be seeing a lot more of her,” rin hissed.

“i’m not telling you who you can be friends with or not, but you have to understand where i’m coming from” you murmured.

“just leave me alone, i can be friends with whoever i want, and the last thing i’m going to do is let a bitch dictate that.” suna argued loudly.

it was followed up by silence, with a girl voice cutting in, “rin-rin let’s do this song together!” in a high pitch squeal caught the mic.

“oh so you’re rin rin now huh? i can’t be surprised considering how much time you spend with her!”

“well maybe i like hanging out with her. did you ever think of that y/n? it’s nice to have someone who wouldn’t nag or bitch about me, she doesn’t pry for me to open up,” he attempted to justify his actions.

“okay fine then, if she’s soooo perfect than just date her” words just started spilling out of your brain, and it was too late to take it back.

“maybe i will!” he roared. after he sunk in what he was saying, he followed up with “w-wait i didn’t mea-” trying to save his relationship.

“do whatever you want suna, whether you’re with her or not it’s not my problem anymore, i’m done.” you ended the call, tears freely flowing down your face.

you couldn’t sleep that night. pathetically, you’d hope that suna would at least give you a call back, or any sign that he still cared for you. but he didn’t, and you assumed that was your answer. you would reevaluate the relationship after a good nights sleep on the couch. you couldn’t sleep on the bed due to suna’s lingering scent.

when 4am rolled around, the door opened as quietly as possible. suna assumed that you were asleep in bed, and was prepared to join you. when he walked in the bedroom and saw the bed still made, he panicked. did you really leave? were you actually done with the relationship? he checked everywhere, the bathroom, kitchen, the basement, and not the most obvious place ever. he dialed your phone, and heard loud ringing from the living room. he slapped his forehead in stupidity and made his way over to you. his heart broke at the sight. the way you tried to fit your body with the throw blanket, unaware that you were shivering at the cold. your face was also pale, with dried tears on them. you looked so broken and so drained. immediately, suna carried you off the couch bridal style, and tucked you into the soft king sized bed. he then, moved onto his side and slid under the sheets. it’s only when he grabs your waist is when he feels safe enough to sleep.

five hours later, you awake with dried tears still in your eyes. you wiped them with your arm, and felt weight around your waist. once your eyes were cleared, it was suna. you let yourself comfort in his warmth for just a bit more, knowing that there’s a huge argument to come.

“suna we can’t just not talk about this,” you whispered into his ear, knowing he was awake. he hid in the crook of your neck, “i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry, please take me back.”

“i can’t just accept your apology blindly, we have to set boundaries or else we’ll never move forward.” you sighed while tracing circles on his bare chest.

“i’ll never even look at her again,” his face deadpanned. your laugh vibrated against his chest, “that’s not needed, it’s not really her fault anyways. how about, we spend more time on dates and devote days for each other?”

“anything, princess.”

sakusa kiyoomi

sakusa hated physical touch, the spread of germs with a single handshake grossed him out. that’s why he built a cold exterior to prevent many from getting close. however, when he met you, you happened to be the exception and you took pride in the fact that he was only comfortable with you. he’ll never admit it to you though, and claims he only ‘endures’ your hugs. although, you knew your limit, you would never show affection in front of people. if there’s one thing sakusa hates, it’s PDA.

so you couldn’t really blame the new cute manager for flirting with him, because it seemed like he was single. listen, you trusted sakusa with your whole heart, but you just wanted to see how he would react with a girl flirting with him.

you hid behind the door, eavesdropping behind the door.

“sakusa-senpai, can you please help me up?” the cute manger whined.

“can you not get up yourself?” sakusa groaned.

“no i think i twisted something,” as a girl, you knew exactly what she was doing and her execution was poor. you rolled your eyes, assuming sakusa too would know what she was doing.

but he didn’t.

“thank you, sakusa-senpai!” she squealed, and then what you can assume, she hugged him. because then it caught him by suprise, and they both fell together, with her on top of him. you didn’t hear him scolding her, rather he was laughing. he was happy with her presence when he wouldn’t even physically show it with you. you decided to just walk in and stop this.

amidst of their laughter, both heads looked up at you. “sakusa, don’t you have to get home soon?” with an eyebrow raised.

“uh actually sakusa-senpai it’s getting dark, mind if you could walk me home?” she babbled.

“fine, y/n you can walk yourself right?” he said casually, while packing up his things.

“y-yeah i guess” you stammered.

on your walk home, you were reevaluating what just happened. no longer did you feel special anymore. your brain started to overthink itself, why did they look better as a couple? and why was he so relaxed around her? was i just not the right person? has he found his true love? all these scenarios made you start to tear up. you were in love with the germaphobic man, for god sakes.

when you got the shared apartment, you immediately took a shower, knowing that sakusa was going to nag you anyways when you got home.

then, you started on dinner and chopping up some vegetables when you heard the door open. he nodded at you, acknowledging your presence and was waiting for the hug you gave him everytime he came home. but you didn’t, and he awkwardly just stood there for good minute or two. to your suprise, he was the first one to make the move. he wrapped his arms behind you and resting his head on your neck. immediately, you shrugged him off.

he furrowed his eyebrows, “is there something wrong?”

“i don’t know, is there something wrong?” you repeated his question.

“i wouldn’t know, that’s why i asked.” he bellowed.

you put the knife down and faced him, “you know i love the double standard of how i have to shower before i get to touch you, but that whore gets to touch you whenever,” you ranted.

“our new manager? you can’t be serious. we fell, it was an accident.”

“maybe you thought it was, but i know what she was doing because i, too am a girl. if you guys just ‘fell’ why did it take so long for you to get back up? why’d you let her touch you for so long?” you questioned.

“i wasn’t thinking about it, not everything i do in life is rotated around germs-”

“except when it’s with me” your voice cracked. “right? it’s when it’s with me, that must be it. that’s why you never show any affection, but it’s okay for you because you’ve gotten tons from me and her!” you raved.

he tried to wrap his around you, but you moved out the way.

“don’t touch me with that whore’s filth,” you muttered, turning off the burner and stomped to your shared bedroom, slamming the door. your insecurities were roaring on the inside. sakusa chose to sleep on the couch, thinking you needed space. but, that was the least thing you wanted. you wanted him to beg, or to at least apologize.

over the following days, you didn’t wait for him outside of practice. in fact, the only time he saw you was in the morning before classes and at night when you left leftovers for him in the kitchen. after the argument, he pushed everyone away, especially with the new manager. he only wanted one person’s touch, yours. and to achieve that, he had to put in some effort. that night when he got home, he went straight to the shower. you assumed it was just a normal silent treatment day, so you went to bed scrolling.

you felt the weight on the other side of the bed. knowing who it was, you continued to aimlessly scroll on tiktok. sakusa abruptly grabbed your waist and coddled you, drowning you in pecks all around your face.

“mh.. sakus.. sa.. mh..” continuously getting cut off with his cute pecks on your lips. you decided to let go of the whole manager situation, and let yourself to just be happy. you wrapped your arms around his neck and put him even closer to you. he then pulled away and you dramatically groaned.

putting his face close to yours, “i love you y/n l/n.” before continuing.

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[raindancer2004]

His perfect fit

Word Count: 1,236 Felix x reader Oneshot Warning: Fluff, Smut

NSFW Prompt: Hi, could I ask for 36 and 41 from the NSFW prompts with Felix? If you don’t want to do it or have too much going on, that’s fine if you don’t. I hope you have a wonderful day! For @littleseapickle​

Felix, Demetri and Santiago were sitting in a bar talking about Felix’s love life or lack of. “Still single then?” Santiago asked, his tone teasing. “Do you know how hard it is to find someone who can take me; all of me…due to how big I am?” Felix said to his friends sounding a little sad “One can only imagine my friend” Demetri said a small smile playing at his lips as he thought about his own mate back at the castle. “I sympathise Felix as I had a similar problem until I met my mate a few decades ago. Your time will come” Santiago added and Felix just nodded not feeling any better about his situation.

A few weeks later Felix met his mate Y/N when he was standing in the entrance to the castle during a thunderstorm, he liked the smell of the air after a storm. Y/N hurried past the castle and ducked into the alleyway next to it to gain shelter from the storm. Felix watched the human girl with curiosity and smiled as the scent of ‘Rose and Mint’ filled his nose.

He approached her cautiously not wanting to scare her “Are you ok Miss?” He asked softly and stopped at the entrance to the alleyway. “Just a little wet” She replied with a little giggle “That tends to happen in a thunderstorm” He replied with a chuckle of his own “Yes, well I wasn’t expecting it to rain. I’ve left my umbrella at home, not that it would be much use in the storm” She answered him as she wrung her hair out. He watched her in fascination unable to take her eyes off her, his throat burned a little at the scent of her but the need to hold her, protect her won out. He knew he was looking at his mate and she was beautiful.

A few months later Y/N was in her and Felix’s shared room sorting out her clothes including the new ones Heidi bought her once she moved into the castle. “Y/N” “Yes Fe” She replied and turned to face him slightly, seeing him on lying on the sofa “Are you going to be long?” He asked “Hopefully not” She replied and turned back to face the bed. A few minutes later he spoke again “Nearly finished?” “It’d go a lot faster without the interruptions” She replied turning to face him once more “I’m bored and want your attention” He whined “As soon as I have finished with this I’m all yours. I promise” She replied with a smile “If you turn your back on me again, you better be bending over” She ignored him and turned back to sorting the clothes into piles on the bed when she felt his large hands on her waist “I warned you” He said as one hand pressed against the middle of her back and he pushed her face down on the bed. His other hand slid under her dress and tore her panties off her “Hey, I liked those” She protested “Naughty girls don’t get to wear panties” He growled low in her ear before kissing her hair.

She sucked in a breath when she felt his cold fingers stroke her folds before one of his fingers entered her. He pumped his finger in and out of her a few times before he added a second. “Felix…” He withdrew his fingers from her, evidence of her arousal coating them and he began stroking his long thick cock. A moment later and she felt him part her legs slightly using his knee and enter her from behind, growling as he did so. “So warm baby” His breath cool against her neck. He stilled once inside her to allow her to adjust to him ‘perfect fit’ he thought to himself before moving in and out of her slowly building to a steady pace. She moved her ass back a little allowing him to sink a little deeper “Oh…yes” He felt her walls flutter around his hard length as he continued to thrust in and out of her, one of his hands resting below her stomach, fingers circling her clit “Felix…oh god”

Felix could tell she was getting close to her release. “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not come until I tell you to” Felix told her, his tone a little firm as his wrapped his hand around her throat and applied a little pressure “O-ok Fe” She replied as he thrusted into her a little deeper, her soft moans music to his ears. “Such a good girl to take all of my huge cock” He whispered in her ear and felt her walls flutter around him again and he gave another long deep thrust “I need….please Felix” She begged him, he chuckled lightly before whispering “Cum for me baby.” A moment later and he felt her walls clench around him and her warm release coating his cock, the mixed sensations pulled him over the edge and he emptied himself deep inside her “Y/N” Her name leaving his lips as he came.

He withdrew from her and turned her around, leaning down to kiss her and they both moaned into the kiss. He lifted her onto the bed and climbed on so he was hovering above her and captured her lips with his before slipping his tongue inside her mouth deepening the kiss. He settled himself between her thighs, lifting one of her legs and placing it over his shoulder, then he re-entered her slowly “Fuck” He sighed as he bottomed out inside her; she felt completely full as he was long and thick and this new angle had her crying out his name with every thrust as he filled her deeply. She felt the familiar knot form inside her “Harder…faster…oh god. Please Fe” She was begging him now and he couldn’t refuse her. He pounded into her over and over, harder and faster each time; he had her seeing stars when she finally came, her walls clenching down around him. He emptied himself inside her for the second time that night, the cold sensation almost had her coming again. “I love you” He whispered in her ear “I love you too Fe.”

Felix continued to move within her as they rode out their orgasms together and Y/N could feel another one building as he hit that spot inside her over and over “Oh fuck…” She trailed off as her third orgasm washed over her, she fisted the bedsheets tightly in her hands, her back arching up into him as she felt him twitch inside her again.

Y/N could feel their mixed releases run down her thigh and watched Felix’s head turn to look at her thigh, his tongue poking out a little but before he could lick her thigh and taste her, he heard his friend’s voice “Hey Fe, just to let you know you’ve won the record for ‘World’s Fastest Lover’” Demetri shouted out as he ran past Felix’s room, his laughter could be heard as he ran down the hall to find the twins. “I’ll kill him, best friend or not, I’ll kill him” Felix said low and felt his mate’s hand on his cheek “Well wait till later, I think the World’s Fastest Lover needs a prize or something” She smiled and licked her lips as she eyed his still hard cock.

#felix volturi #demetri volturi #jane volturi #alec volturi #santiago volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #aro volturi #heidi volturi #volturi #twilight

[alreadyblondenow]

It’s Just Blood

▸ Jeno x reader  ▸ 2k words ▸ Fluff, Smut  ▸ Period sex, protected sex, mentions of period blood, Jeno putting a tampon inside you, if you think that’s disgusting then click away, accidental overstimulation. ALWAYS USE PROTECTION WTF

Jeno: Hey, you there?

You: Yes. On my way back to our apartment, need anything?

You don’t know why but when you received Jeno’s message, you were kind of excited for nothing. After that one time sex that happened last month, you can’t stop thinking about him and lowkey wishes that that one-time thing will happen again. Who in their right mind won’t wish about having sex with the Lee Jeno again? You just got really lucky because he’s your roommate and he was really horny at that time.

Jeno: I’m really stressed today :( and I need an adult stress release.

It must be your lucky day. You smiled while walking and fidgeting with your phone, hoping not to bump on someone as you type and delete over and over again, thinking of a good response for Jeno. Of course, you want it, but it’s your time of the month and you don’t want Jeno to be disgusted with your blood on his cock. That’s the last thing you want.

You: … I’m on my period. But, if you’re fine with that then I’m fine to have sex tonight.

It was a leap of faith, sending that message. You ready yourself to be rejected and the smile that’s on your face a few seconds ago was replaced by a frown. Being on your period can really really really make you horny and Lee Jeno just asked you to have sex with him. On your way to your apartment, you made a stopover at the nearby convenience store to buy your favorite comfort food and some drinks.

Jeno: Better. So I didn’t knock you up, the last time we had sex huh? Kidding. I’m still in class and will be home by 7 pm. If that’s fine with you? Buy us condoms on your way home?

The level of excitement while reading Jeno’s message made your whole body warm and excited. Reading the word ‘better’ sure did send tingles in your spine. Does it mean he’s into period sex? Because if yes, that’s very hot. You can’t contain your excitement and can’t stop smiling while you chose a condom and forgot to buy your food and drinks.

You: The condoms are covered ;)

Jeno: You’re the best! I’ll see you later ;)

As soon as you closed the door to your apartment, you covered your mouth and muffled your screams, and went straight to the bathroom to take a hot shower. You make sure you smell good and clean when Jeno arrives, wearing the nicest panties you have, and pray that your period won't flow too much when you and Jeno get on with it.

It’s not that you’re planning to sleep on the couch on purpose and let Jeno find you like that, but you were really tired today and the episode that you’ve been watching on Netflix was unbelievably boring. You decided to close your eyes for a minute and take a quick nap and just let Jeno wake you up when he arrives.

After your nap on the couch, Jeno is still not home and he hasn’t sent any messages. Did he forget? It’s Friday today, and usually, he’s out with his friends to celebrate the weekend. Maybe a couple of beers and good company has already removed his stress. You went to your room to continue your nap and think hard if you’re going to message Jeno. No, that’s your final decision. You closed your eyes again and feel the fluffiness of your pillow, tossed and turn from time to time because the thought of Jeno forgetting about you, bothers your mind. Then you heard keys jingling from the outside and your apartment door opens, it must be Jeno. You lay down in your bed comfortably and pretend that you didn’t hear anything and as expected, he knocked on your door and opened it to check if you’re still awake. “Sorry. My last class took longer than expected” he groans and flopped on your bed, the stress is evident on his face. He cuddled your waist like a child which made you smile, his hot breath brushing your skin. You reached for him and played with his black fluffy hair, it made him giggle and look up to you, sat up and came near you. Now, he’s cuddling you with his arm wrapped around you and his head is resting on your chest.

“You’re heavy,” you said, not complaining but rather loving the moment. It was a quiet moment and only the sound of your air conditioning surrounds the room. Until you feel Jeno’s big hands playing on your side, caressing your soft skin, and slowly removing your shirt. Then you felt his lips on top of your chest, kissing you softly with loud sounds all the way up to your neck, chin, and lips. His soft lips are so addicting that you never want him to stop kissing you, “I have to take care of something first, before we continue” you said, feeling shy because you’re talking about your tampon. But Jeno is still kissing your body, tugging your bra, and kneading your clothed boobs. He sighed, “Sorry, yes of course” he kissed you one last time on the lips before he could let you go.

Quickly, you went to your bathroom, removed your tampon, and cleaned yourself. When you got back, Jeno is shirtless and only wearing his boxers briefs, lying comfortably on your bed. You crawled back to him and sat on top of him, putting your legs on both of his sides and removed your bra in front of his eyes. He did not waste any second and pulled you closer to him so he could kiss you again. His hands roam around your body, tugging your panties as he pleases and easily switched positions with you. He removed his underwear with one swift move and sucked your nipples as he removes yours. Without hesitation, he inserts a finger and looked at your reaction. The way you part your lips when his finger went inside made him want you more, so he inserts another finger, not caring if it’s coated with period blood and your pussy juices. He thinks it’s hot.

“Condom?” he asked and bit your nipple. Wow, he is really horny.

“Tableside- Jeno? If it disgusts you, I want you to stop okay?”

“What are you talking about” you watch him put on a condom and you must admit, you became excited seeing his cock again after so long. He kissed you again and again and again until you calm down and understand that your period blood does not freak him out. “Put your arms around me” he requests then kneeled in between your opened legs. Just before he goes in, blood started to flow again and it’s making you shy at how Jeno watches your pussy with lustful eyes. He ran a finger up your slit making you grab onto him tightly and moan quietly, “There's our lube” he smirked and lined his cock. You close your eyes and furrow your brows as you feel Jeno’s thick cock go inside you. “Wow, that was smooth” he pulled out leaving just the tip inside and thrust in again a little harder this time that made you boobs bounce. You smiled because you loved the feeling of him being rough on the first thrust, “want it rough?” he asked, “Say yes, I want it rough too” he went closer to your face and gave you a few piercing thrust while he waits for your answer. You tried answering him but all you can do is groan and gasp for air, so you gave him a nod. He holds on tightly to your legs and pushed them further, making you more sensitive and horny. You hear sounds of skin slapping, Jeno’s deep groans near your ear, and your own moans.

“Why would you think I’d be disgusted with your period blood” it was not a question, but you answer him in your head. Of course, you don’t want him to remember you all bloody in bed.

He put his thumb on your clit, making you really sensitive. You tried pushing him away, not because you don’t like it but it felt good that you’re nearing your high and you’re feeling tingles on your clit. Too much. You wanted to tell him but you love what he’s doing. When he felt you clench, he slowed down and gave you deep thrusts. He whispers sweet nothings and dirty things that send tingles on your spine and goes straight to your pussy. “Have you been thinking of me? And the first time we had sex?” he asked.

“Yes” you moan out feeling overstimulated already but Jeno was unaware of it. All he thinks about is that you’ve been thinking about him and it makes him happy, and that you feel so good around him and how he can thrust inside you smoothly. He continues to draw circles on your clit, rolls his hips oh so slowly, kissed you, and gave you a few thrust until he finally came really hard that he hugged you so tight and kept his cock deep inside you.

“Jen- Im really overstimulated right now. I feel like peeing- please your thumb and co-“ you pant, trying to ease the overstimulation by pushing him away and closing your legs.

“Oh sorry” He quickly removed his thumb from your clit and cock inside you, to remove the condom. You hear him catch his breath beside you as you two stare at the ceiling and breath deeply together. “Sorry” he turned to you when he finally came down from his high. His skin is hot, and his warmth is addicting just like his lips. “Can I clean you up?” he knew he needed permission to clean you up because he can feel that you’re being shy around him, but you kept quiet and smiled weakly. “I’ll take that as a yes”

The moment Jeno went to the bathroom, you looked at the mess on your thighs and your bedsheets. Bloodstains everywhere, your legs, inner thighs, and lower abdomen have period blood. “fuck” you murmur, feeling shy again but you can’t move your legs and your clit is still sensitive. When you closed your eyes, you accidentally drifted and went to sleep again. Leaving Jeno happily cleaning you up and taking care of you. He cleaned himself, cleaned every bloodstain he sees on your skin, changed you with some comfortable and clean clothes, and even watched a video tutorial on youtube, ‘how to put in a tampon’. It was a challenge for him, but he didn’t see it as a burden it was the right thing to do after all.

On the next day, you woke up on Jeno’s bed. Finding the handsome man on the floor. You felt clean and comfortable down there which you leave you too having an idea that Jeno put in a tampon for you. You felt shy again and roll out of bed to lay beside Jeno on the floor. The moment you’re comfortable beside him, he swings his arms around you and smiled with his eyes still closed.

“Sleep well?” he asked, you hummed in response and hugged tightly.

“Thank you for cleaning me up. How did you-“

“Youtube”

“Oh sorry. I really feel bad right now for making you do things like that”

“Sssh. You’re ruining the moment and besides, I have no regrets. I learned something new” he giggled and kissed your forehead. You noticed that his actions are becoming bold and something that’s not normal between friends just fucking around. You have so many questions, so many why’s, but you don’t want this sweet moment to turn into something so awkward.

And then,

“Can I ask you out? You’re not seeing anyone at the moment, right? Because if yes, I would have to steal you from whoever it is you’re seeing” there’s the answer to all your questions. “I’m sorry if the sex happened first. It’s just… our first time made me uhm… fall for you, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that night. And then, I started feeling things towards you whenever you greet me and talk to me you know-“

“You talk too much Lee Jeno” you attacked him with hungry kisses. Telling him that his confession made you happy through wet and breathtaking kissing.

And that morning, you and Jeno had sex on the floor and made a mess again.

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Period sex is the best for me. Idk abt u. 

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[cerise-angel]

Rumor - Na Jaemin

College!Jaemin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, a little smutty, Coffee, Shower stuff, Bad roommates, cliché as hell.

Word count: 2060

Hi everyone!! Believe it or not I've been wanting to post this ever since Hot Souce, and finally I'm doing it! Let me know what you guys think, and yes I'm currently in NCT Dream hell.

Anyways, hope you enjoy it!

Constructive criticism is always apprecciated!

Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors, english is not my first language.

Thanks for reading!

The photo is from his IG, the editing is mine.

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Working on Saturday mornings really did piss you off. First you had to wake up at 7am, walk for about 10 quarters, change into that stupid skirt and apron and deal with your not so happy boss. You held back the urge of rolling your eyes when said boss came to talk to you.

“Table 04 is full. Is the kids from your college I guess?”

You looked into Table 04 direction. Oh God.

“Can’t someone else go? I’m kind of busy with the dishes.”

It wasn’t a lie. You really were cleaning the dishes. Ok you were almost finishing but there were other employees who were free and could have already went to Table 04. Your boss gave you a bored look.

“They asked for you.”

Shit. Feeling anxious you finished the dishes, trying to take the longest time. It took quite probably only 03 minutes though. You dried your hands on a cloth and tried to control your nerves before leaving the kitchen and heading for Table 04.

“Welcome to Cactus Coffee. How can I help you today?”

You voice sounded anxious and meek, and you hated yourself for that. You looked to the floor not being able to look at him in the yes.

“Good morning, Y/N. You should really wear skirts more often.”

You looked at Donghyuck and gave him a sarcastic smile. You really hated these uniforms, and you had asked multiple times to wear pants instead of the skirt, but your boss wouldn’t let you, because “it was against the franchise rules”.

“Yeah, you should too Donghyuck. Ready to order?”

He laughed at you, clearly enjoying.

“I want a medium latte.”

“Cool. You guys?”

Slowly all the boys ordered. A milky green tea for Mark, a cinnamon cappuccino for Jisung, a vanilla cold brew for Renjun, a strawberry Frappuccino for Jeno and a flat white for Chenle. You were almost leaving, relieved that he hadn’t talk to you, when Na Jaemin, oh so softly, tugged at your skirt.

“I want a white mocha please.”

You felt all the boys’ eyes glue to your face, waiting for your reaction. Your cheeks started to warm up and your palms and armpits to get sweaty. Jesus Christ. You answered back.

“Cool. Please don’t touch the skirt.”

You left as fast as you could, hearing Chenle’s and Donghyuck’s laugh at your antics.

Is not like you had a major crush on Jaemin. Is not that you hated him, or that you two had an unresolved romance. It would be a lot easier if you two already had a romance to start with. The thing is, you two had someone in common. Your roommate who was hooking up with Jaemin.

She never really tried to have a friendship or just a nice convivence with you. Since you moved to her apartment, she basically only talks to you to ask about the bills, or to ask you for help in Math. You cared a lot about it in the beginning, having tried multiple times to show her that you were open to her, initiating talks, baking cakes and all. She never really seemed to give a shit, so you stopped trying.

Things got even weirder between you two, on Thursday, while you were having a shower, Jaemin, thinking you were your roommate walked in. And you two had a shower together. And your roommate arrived and basically saw Jaemin drying your hair in the living room. And then she accused you of being a whore and three minutes later the whole campus thought that you had fucked Na Jaemin on the shower.

“Shit.” You muttered when you realized that you had done Jisung’s order wrong, for the third time. Thinking about what happened and trying to make a coffee clearly didn’t match. One of your coworkers, Ami, who knew about the whole story, came, like an angel, to help you.

“Y/n, I got this. You can stay at the dishes today if you want?”

You nodded smiling. Ami was really great at reading people, and since the whole bath situation she was helping you every time Jaemin, or one of his friends, or even your roommate came to the coffee. You stared at the clock in the wall, there were only more 2 hours to go. You could handle that.

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When the clock hit 1 pm you were free. Staying at the dishes meant closing the coffee, so you took your time while checking the cashier, taking the trash, turning the lights off and making sure no one had puked in the bathroom. Slowly you took off your skirt, putting on some jeans and a sweatshirt. You sighed.

You didn’t want to go back to your dorm, to see your roommate who would so nicely, call you a bitch and leave. You two weren’t close before that, but this was even worse. You also didn’t want to stay at the park, since the last time it happened Jaemin appeared out of nowhere and you had to leave, simply because you didn’t know what to do.

Finally closing the door of the coffee you cursed at him.

“Fuck you Na Jaemin.”

Different of what your roommate thought, and what the whole campus thought, you and Jaemin did nothing but to actually share a shower. You kept thinking why in the world you didn’t kick him out when he got in. But he looked so soft and nice and he said you smelled like strawberries and washed your hair and you really couldn’t argue. It was a very nice shower.

“I’m sorry.”

You let out a small shriek when you heard his voice. Your brain was screaming “GO HOME” and that’s what you planned on doing. Except he tugged at your blouse, and you froze on place.

“I really should not have invaded your shower that day. And I should also have told your roommate that we didn’t do it, and the whole campus.”

It was true. The minute your roommate called you a whore, Jaemin stood up and left, leaving you alone with her screaming at you. You felt angry and ashamed.

“Yeah, you should have.”

Jaemin sighed.

“Can you please look at me? I’ve seen you naked already there nothing to be embarrassed of.”

That’s when you snap. You turn to him, anger filling your lungs and veins before you speak.

“I can’t look at you and there’s nothing to do with me being embarrassed or whatever. You literally went to my apartment every week to hookup with her, and then out of nowhere, for your fucking mistake of not asking who was in the shower, she hates me, to the point she told to fucking move out! Plus, the whole fucking college thinks I’ve slept with you and did that like a bad person, since you were sleeping with my roommate. I’m not embarrassed I’m fucking mad.”

Jaemin’s eyes widened after your sudden rant. The moment his mouth opened the talk back, started to rain. You didn’t move tho. He was complaining you didn’t look at him, well now you were. And now he was the one looking at his feet, embarrassed.

“I didn’t hook up with her every week. It was one time, and then in the morning you helped me to use the airfryer and, God, that’s literally the only reason I kept going back. I wanted to see you. I wanted to touch you. It was heaven to me every time you were around, and she wasn’t there to try to kiss me. I gave you all the possible hints, how the fuck can you be so oblivious?”

Now your eyes widened. You had notice that lots of times Jaemin would come before her. You two would watch some TV and eat nuggets. Sometimes he would flirt with you, or softly touch your knee, or play with your hair. But that was just the way he was to everyone, wasn’t? You looked at him, and now he was pissed. You looked at your shoes, rain starting to pour heavily now.

“Fuck, lets go to my place.”

“What? No. You go to your place, and I go to mine, goodbye.”

Jaemin grunted, pulling you closer to him.

“Your place is 10 blocks away, mine is 2. Stop being so fucking stubborn before you get hypothermia.”

You held back your words. He had a point.

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His place was quite neat. You took your soaked shoes and he gave you a pair of slippers to walk around. Jeno was in the living room. You blushed.

“Jeno, I’m going to shower. Y/N too.”

Jeno only nodded, too fixated on the videogame to even listen properly.

You followed Jemin into his room, and after you close the door you spat.

“Im not going to shower with you again Na Jaemin. Don’t even think…”

He kissed you. His warm, soft lips were begging for your response, and after some moments you gave in. He sighed relieved while his hands descended to your waist pulling you closer against him. God if he could merge your body with his he would.

You put your hands on his chest, trying to get some distance so you could think, process and perhaps talk, but Jaemin wasn’t interested in that, pushing you against the door, pressing his warm body against yours.

You couldn’t resist anymore, so you finally put your hands on his shoulders, softly bringing them to his neck, then tugging at his hair. Jaemin moaned, pleased.

“Shower.”

You said softly, when his lips left yours. He nodded, hugging you and walking sloppily to the bathroom. His bathroom smelled like fennel soap, which you weren’t expecting. Jaemin slowed down, turning the shower on, and helping you get undressed. You felt your whole body getting hotter when his hands traced your spine.

“I’ve seen you like this before but is such a blessing that I can see it again.”

You had sure your legs had turned into slime at the very moment, but somehow you managed to keep yourself straight. Jaemin smiled at your flushed face and gestured towards the shower.

“Let me turn it on, it has a little secret to get warm water.”

You giggled. Jaemin turned on the shower and pulled you closer to him, below the hot water. His skin was a little cold, and in a bold moment, you decided to hug his back. You pressed yourself against his skin, feeling a little feverish. Jaemin felt goosebumps run through his body, and turned in your embrace, facing your glossy and now wet face.

Jaemin kissed you, softly and slowly, as if he were testing the waters. You put your hands on his neck, pulling him even closer, and he did the same, wrapping his arms on your waist. You started to feel dazed, the heat of the water and Jaemin working on you. His hands were everywhere, on your breasts, your waist, your back, your ass. Slowly, you started to do the same, touching him, gluing your lips to his neck, moaning his name.

You touched his member earning a low grunt in response. His hands went back to your ass, rubbing and squeezing it.

“Do you want to fuck me in the shower?”

Jaemin smiled, nodding eagerly. His hands, oh so slowly, made their way to your thighs, picking you up. You two were so close to actually doing it, then he slipped.

“Oh shit, shit.”

Jaemin dropped you, in a desperate attempt to not fall on his ass. You started laughing, and helped him to steady in place, admiring how adorable he looked frustrated, with his ears becoming hot red, and his face in a shy smile. He hugged you close, laughing with you.

“I think, we could just have a shower first.”

You agreed still smiling.

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“GODDAMN IT JAEMIN!!”

You felt Jaemin smiling before even looking at him. So, after you failed attempt of shower sex, you both had a slow hot shower. And the hot water kinda ran out. Jeno had finally discovered, which made him curse Jaemin.

“Should we do something about it?”

You asked turning on the bed to face him.

“Not really on my plans.”

“What is on your plans?”

Jaemin gave you the most satisfied look, his hands finding the way to the hem of your newly put on shirt.

“You.”

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Thanks for reading!!

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[firemblem-fics]

teacher. | felix fraldarius

-> Pairing: Felix Hugo Fraldarius x Fem!Reader

-> Genre: Slight Angst, Fluff

-> Warnings: Sexual Innuendos, Sword Fighting

-> A/N: i really don’t know if i’m back back but here’s a little something lol. it’s frfr comp cheer season so my schedule is now even more packed than usual. i should be back after december? idk it depends because then it’s ✨pageant time✨but yeah thanks for being patient with me i’m sorry

“You’re absolutely ridiculous.”

“What? What did I do?”

“You’re holding the sword wrong. One hit and your wrist will break.” The man scolding you, Felix, scoffed.

You were a magic wielder, specialized in white magic and healing. You figured that you could hold your own rather well on the battlefield, but you still felt a little uneasy about your skills at times. This feeling made you pursue the art of swordsmanship, with your teacher being the one and only Felix Hugo Fraldarius.

You should have known that training with Felix wouldn’t be easy, but you still were shocked every time he reprimanded your technique or fighting strategies harshly. You considered yourself to be his friend, but it was obvious that such a title held no power when it came to training.

“Hold it closer to the hilt. Thumb on top- no, no, not that close- Goddess, Y/N, are you even listening to me?”

Furrowing your brows, you tried once more to correct your grip on the weapon. You really didn’t think swords would be this difficult and you considered quitting in favor of the lance, but those thoughts were shoved aside when Felix huffed and walked towards you, grabbing ahold of both the sword and your wrist.

He took your fingers and wrapped them correctly around the hilt, absentmindedly closing his own over them for a split second. Not long enough for anyone else in the training hall to notice, but enough for the both of you to feel sparks shooting up your arms.

Too soon, Felix let go of you and raised his own training sword. “Try to block my attacks. If you touch your blade for a stronger block, make sure not to actually grab the sharp part. Just use your palm to push. It’s a training sword, but it can still hurt you-“

“Hey, hey, hey, Felix and Y/N!”

You watched as Felix visibly deflated. He rolled his eyes and dropped his stance, but his fingers still danced dangerously against the sword.

“What do you want, Sylvain?”

“I just wanted to come ask this sweetie here for dinner and tea later on.~” Sylvain’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and he squished his cheek against yours.

You grimaced. Ever since Sylvain began suspecting something going on between you and Felix, he’d been trying nonstop to make the man jealous enough to snap. To any other outsider, it just seemed that Sylvain wanted a little fling with you and Felix just despised Sylvain, like normal, but the red-headed man knew his childhood best friend well enough to know that he was reaching his limits.

“She’s training with me after dinner.” Said man responded coldly.

“Please, Fe~ Give me an evening with her, you’re always hogging her time.” He turned to you and jokingly pressed a chaste kiss against your cheek, reveling in the fire that began to burn brighter in Felix’s eyes. “Y/N, c’mon. You won’t regret it, especially if you decide to spend the night-“

“Enough!” Felix raised his voice and everyone in the training hall turned their heads. Your face burned a bright red from the attention of both Sylvain and everyone else. “Y/N, let’s go train somewhere where imbeciles can’t interrupt.”

Sylvain laughed heartily. “You are unbelievable.” He said to Felix, before turning to you. “The offer’s always on the table, darling.”

“She’s not taking it.” Felix seethed, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the hall.

He led you behind the stables, where a rather roomy alleyway was located. Not many students took this route on their way to places, so you expected to be alone for a while. You wiped your hands on your shirt before readjusting your grip on your sword, suddenly nervous about being alone with the handsome fighter. However, you didn’t have much time to dwell on it before Felix raised his sword and came charging towards you.

Your eyes widened and you quickly parried his swing, stepping to the right and jabbing your sword towards his side. Felix was able to predict your movements- they were that of a beginner, of course- and he swiftly deflected your blade with his own, pushing it away.

Felix was fully offensive, rapidly swinging his sword down on you. You were able to deflect, parry, and block most of his attacks until his foot swept across your ankles, knocking you to the floor. You winced as you fell onto your elbows. Felix stood above you, ready to press his sword into your throat to claim victory, but you grabbed your own weapon and thrust it up, your arms shaking as you tried to counter the weight of his attack.

Felix leaned in, getting close to your crossed blades, and smirked. “You’re doing better.”

You finally let go of the breath you were holding as he relinquished his attack and stood up, allowing you to join him and recover. “You absolutely did not have to go that hard on me.”

“It was beneficial for the both of us. You won’t improve unless the lessons are hard and I needed to let off some steam. It’s a win-win, so why are you complaining?”

“Because you suddenly attacked me! Whatever steam you needed to blow off should not pertain to me. You’re my teacher in this, I’m not your little dummy to beat up!” You nearly cried. You felt as though you were being a little unreasonable, but you had literally started studying the blade a week ago. You weren’t ready for such an intensive fight.

“It did pertain to you, idiot!” Felix snapped back, but suddenly shut his mouth and clenched his jaw. He turned his back to you, beginning to walk away. “We start again tomorrow morning.”

“Wait- wait, Felix, what do you mean?” You followed behind him, but he never answered. You didn’t want to push him so much, but he was nearly out of the alleyway and you probably wouldn’t get another chance to talk to him alone like this. “How is it about me? What did I do?”

Felix stayed silent again, so you grabbed his wrist. He harshly yanked it away and faced you. “It’s about what you didn’t do, Y/N.”

You looked at him, confused. He sighed and rolled his eyes, but continued.

“Sylvain was obviously flirting with you. And you let him! Are you attracted to him or something? Goddess, if you are, I won’t ever understand how.”

“Wh-?” Slowly, but surely, some pieces were coming together for you. You just wanted to hear Felix say his thoughts out loud. “I feel nothing for Sylvain. I thought he was just joking. Is that why you got upset at him? Because he was flirting with me?” Felix nodded. “Why?”

“You’re- you’re ridiculous. I can’t believe I have feelings for such a stupid girl.”

You both flushed red, unable to say anything for a few moments as you let it all sink in. Finally, you stepped forward and reached for Felix’s hands. He let you, and you held them gently in between your own.

“And I can’t believe I have feelings for my own teacher.”

“Professor?!”

“Oh my Goddess- No!”’

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[violetnotez]

Ohohoho yes anon let’s turn this broccoli boi to the dark side 😈😈😈 also thank u @gallickingun for helping me with the plot!!!! And @jojosmilktea for hyping up my banner cause I seriosuly don’t know what I’m doing with graphics 😂😂😂

Izuku x reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2700

Warnings: slight cussing

Summary: Izuku feels he is never going to get a chance to be close to you, being you two are so much more different than each other. But seeing you spar with Bakugo makes him decide that he has to shoot his shot-before it becomes too late.

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Y/n l/n.

Your name was written at the top of the page in Izuku’s messy handwriting, the name particularly more neat than the other names in his notebook.

Right under your name was a crude sketch of your hero suit, just like the rest of his pages of notes. Yours was somehow a little different, a little more detailed than the rest. It seemed to have more care put into it, as well as a lot more notes surrounding it than the other entries.

The other pages about the heroes and students he had encountered were much more simpler than yours, the writing only focusing on their powers and their notable strengths. You on the other hand, were different-Izuku had seemed to write everything about you he could fit into that initial page, the immense amount of detail eventually spreading out to the following pages.

No matter how he looked at the situation, Izuku knew he had fallen head over heels for you. He knew he shouldn’t have-it was like you two were practically in two different worlds.

You were blunt, assertive, and a little on the rebellious side. You acted first and thought of rules later, being the first to challenge someone to a fighting match, or agree to a dare no matter how risque it was. You were a risk taker, and you knew it, which made you such a perfect addition to Bakusquad.

Izuku,on the other hand, was nothing like that- he studied everyday like a good student, and always made sure to stay out of trouble as much as possible. He colored in between the lines, and he felt like he was so bland when compared to your wild spirit.

Even though you two were completely different in every way, he couldn’t keep you out of his head. You never seemed to look down on him, always greeting him with a warm smile and asking him how he was. Your laugh echoed in his head like a catchy song, and the way you would send him smiles from across the room made his heart race. Izuku was fully aware that he was most likely going to get his heart broken if he didn’t make a move soon, but he was content at the moment with admiring your beauty and resilience from afar.

“Cmon y/n, I told you not to go easy on me!”

Izuku perked his head up from his note taking, noticing that voice to be none other than Bakugo. Poor Izuku’s eyes were blown out of sockets, though, as he saw the scene unfolding in front of him.

There was Kachan, his friend and sometimes rival, toppled on top of you, his torso straddling your hips. Bakugo’s large hands had your wrists pinned to the ground, his powerful legs pushing yours into the ground to keep you from squirming.

Uncharacteristic anger bubbled inside Izuku as he saw Bakugo on top of you in such a suggestive pose. He knew you two were just training, but-he couldn’t help but wish that he was the one on top of you, not Bakugo. Heck, he just wished he was the one you asked for help with training and not Kachan. Izuku never wanted to feel like he was competing with his friend, but right now, he felt like he was-and he was losing.

It didn’t help either that you were close to Bakugo, always hanging out with him and his friends. You weren’t that afraid of his yelling and his threats, merely laughing at him when he was on another rampage. Bakugo seems to treat you like an equal, actually offering you compliments from time to time and allowing you to train with him. Izuku knew only a few people could earn Bakugo’s respect, and it couldn't be a good thing for his love life if his antisocial best friend seemed to take an extra interest in his crush.

Izuku watched as you laughed at Bakugo’s statement, your sweet laugh ringing like bells.

“Hell Bakugo, you thought that was me going easy? I was just getting started!” You scoffed at the ash blonde boy, your chest then connecting with his.

Izuku sucked in a tight breath, holding it in as he watched you wrap your legs around your opponent. You then quickly flipped your bodies around, landing so it was now you, not Kachan, who was on top. Bakugo took a large gasp of air, his lungs unable to get a proper inhale from the sudden movement.

You shoved his shoulders into the ground, shimmying on his chest to get a better grip.

“God Bakugo, you're so quiet!” You smirked, “Didn't know you liked being a bottom so much-“

“S-s-shut the hell up you damn idiot, I’ll fucking-“ Bakugo instantly started yelling at you, the twinge of red in his cheecks hard to ignore for Izuku. You continued to laugh at his reaction, your body shaking from the giggles as you continued to sit on his stomach.

Izuku looked down at his notebook full of notes about his devotion to you, sighing sadly-

Yeah, he had no chance.

As you continued to chuckle, trying to hold your grip on the aggressive boy under you, you looked to your left. To your surprise, you saw a lonely looking Midoriya under a shady spot of a tree, looking slightly sad as he stared down at his lap.

You and Izuku were pretty good friends, as you both seemed to have mutual likes and interests in and out of class. You didn’t talk much to the green haired boy, but you found him to be extremely sweet and quite attractive. You also didn’t socialize with him as much as you wished you did, but since you two were completely different friend groups, it made it quite difficult to hang out with the greenette.

You wished you knew what was going on in that poor boy's head right now, his head hanging low on his shoulders. He looked so defeated, his back arched as if he was carrying a heavy burden on himself.

“Shitty woman-your hurting my fucking wrists!” Bakugo spat out, his eyes filled with anger. You smirked at your opponent, knowing full well that was his way of “taping out”.

“Sorry Bakubro-,” you replied, rolling off his stomach as he rubbed his wrists tenderly, muttering about how “crappy” you were.

You ignored your friend’s remarks, making your way over to the poor boy underneath the cherry blossom tree. He didn’t seem to even notice you walking towards him, his hands resting sadly on his notebook in deep thought. You smiled softly at him-he looked so cute when he was thinking so intently, even if he did look a little solemn.

“Hey, Earth to Midoriya!” You hovered your hand over his eyes, breaking his daze.

“Oh-uh-y-y/n!” He squeaked, his body jumping from your sudden presence.

You laughed at his jumpiness, causing a red hue to grace his cheeks. Izuku didn’t even notice you sneaking up on him...but the fact he had made you laugh made him stomach feel warm and fluttery.

You stood in front of the boy, thinking it might be better to be at eye level with him.

“Mind if I sit?” You asked

Midoriya shook his head vigorously, his heart pumping wildly in his chest. “N-n-no, not at all!” He said enthusiastically, scooting over so you had more room.

You plopped yourself right next to him, seemingly unfazed by the sudden closeness. Izuku, on the other hand, was freaking out internally.

He could practically feel the heat radiating off you, your infectious personality seeping into his, brightening up his spirits. Your shoulder was resting on his, the breeze flitting through both your hairs. He couldn’t believe you had come to him, let alone sit next to him and want to talk. Even if you maybe had a thing with Bakugo, this was a win in his head.

You looked down at Midoriya's hands, noticing the slight shake in his fingertips. You smiled softly-this boy was too nervous for his own good.

“Are your hands doing okay-I know you train really hard,” you stated matter of factly, tenderly picking up one of his scarred and calloused hands with your own.

Izuku’s brain was about to explode-you were touching him now? Even though his brain felt fuzzy and full of static, he loved the way your skin felt against his own. It was just as calloused, but the skin was softer and feather light, the pads of your fingers tracing each scar like a message in Braille. You flipped his hand over gently, following the roads of his skin as you inspected his hand.

Each touch left a ticklish feeling that settled in his skin, the tingling simultaneously calming and accelerating his heart rate. God, he could get used to this.

“Their-their doing fine,” he stuttered out, his face engulfed in red.

“You sure?” You gave him a knowing look, a small smirk on your lips. “Cause you look like you punched a wall”

You giggled at his embarrassed face, your sweet voice making his heart thump against his chest.

“Well, since I’m still not used to my power yet, it takes quite a toll on my body,” he rambled , staring at the hand you were currently holding, “s-so I have to train extra hard to allow my body to fully grow to handle its power.”

You nodded your head, letting go of his hand and resting yours on your knee.

“That makes sense,” you agreed, resting your head on the trunk of the tree, “You got a hell of a powerful quirk if you have to train that hard...I've always admired you for that.”

Izuku’s head shot up in confusion...admired him? He thought you didn’t even notice he was alive! He stared at your profile, his eyes wide with confusion.

“Oh, it’s really not that big of a deal,” he rambled on again, scratching the back of his neck, “it’s expected of me to do that-“

“No it isn’t!” You argued back supportively, “none of us ever train as hard as you do! You always try your best, no matter the circumstances. Hell, I don’t even think Shoto trains as hard as you and he’s the one that came to UA off of recommendations!”

“Oh-oh it’s not that big of a deal, I promise-“

You were beginning to feel frustrated that this shy boy couldn’t take your compliment. Midoriya was too sweet and humble for his own good, and it took quite a lot to get him to believe your words. You took that as a challenge, and you were all up for it.

Your arm crossed over Izuku’s body, encasing him in your body so you could fully look at his face. His eyes were wide from your sudden movement, his freckles much more prominent as his cheeks were dusted with pink.

“You are strong Midoriya, and I have a reason to admire you,” you stated, your face a mere inches from his.

Izuku couldn’t move, and really, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. You were so close: he could see every beauty mark, every strand of hair that graced your complexion. He could even smell your perfume, a light floral scent that made his head swoon. He was feeling so awkward, not knowing how to react, but he wanted to stay like this forever.

You smiled at the young hero, taking his quiet demeanor as him surrendering to your compliments. You swung your body off of his, leaving a cold spot in Midoriya's stomach from moving away so soon.

“Which reminds me…” you began, your hands resting your stomach. “I wanted to see if you wanted to train tomorrow after class-I'd really like it if you gave me some pointers on my technique.”

“Oh-I’d be honored!” He exclaimed, but then chuckled nervously at a sudden realization.

“B-but I think Kachan wouldn’t like it if I were there…”

You cocked your head in confusion, staring at the greenette’s face, perplexed by his statement.

“Bakugo isn’t going to be there-it'll just be you and me,” you stated matter of factly.

Izuku instantly fidgeted, feeling dumb for just assuming it would you and all your friends. Of course if you asked it would just be him and you! He instantly shook off the embarrassment, feeling giddy from happiness. You had asked him-not Kirishima, or Shoto, or Kaminari, or even Kachan-him, to train with you. He felt like he was on top of the world.

But then the alarm bells began to ring in his mind, a memory flitting back into his head that was stopping him from agreeing instantly.

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He was at the lunch table one day, staring sadly at your table full of friends. Right now, they were currently trying to throw pieces of meat into your mouth, the yells and laughs flowing over to his quiet table. You were laughing, trying to catch the small bits of food and looking like you were having the best time.

His friends noticed his saddened demeanor, following his gaze to your table.

“Midoriya are you feeling quite alright?” Iida asked as he looked down at the green haired boy, “you're staring quite intently.”

“Huh?” Izuku shook his head a few times, looking at Iida with rosy cheeks, “oh-oh I wasn’t staring-or looking at y/n-san…”

Uraraka giggled nervously, giving her friend a strange look. “Uh-Midoriya, Iida never said you were staring at y/n...just that you were staring-“

“Oh! Well - I was- uh…” he stuttered out, not knowing how to get out of the situation. He was cursing himself internally for basically admitting to his crush he had worked so hard to keep quiet.

Iida took a bite of his food, focusing his attention at your table as well.

“Y/n is truly a free spirit-she’s quite a rebel as well,” Iida commented.

“Yeah, it seems like almost every week Mr. Aizawa has to speak to her about something she’s done… she’s really nice, but she is a little on the wild side,” Uraraka followed suit, focusing her attention on a quiet Midoriya instead.

“Do you really like her Midoriya?” She asked, her wide eyes seemingly staring into his soul.

Izuku giggled nervously, fiddling with his hands. “I-I guess...maybe….”

Uraraka pursed her lips, giving Iida a pained look. They both cared for Midoriya dearly, but didn’t know much about you except you were one of the “wild ones” of Class 1-A. You and Midoriya seemed completely opposite, and both friends felt that this crush would end badly for poor Midoriya's heart.

Iida sighed again, looking at his blushing friend, “Midoriya, it is wonderful you find so much love and affection for y/n-“

“But this probably won’t end well. She’s friends with Bakugo, and all of his friends-she’s just so different from you Izuku. We just don’t want to see you get hurt,” Uraraka finished Iida’s statement, watching Izuku slump into his chair a little more.

He felt almost defeated-his friends were right, you two were in completely different worlds and values. No matter how much he tried to weave a plan or scenario in his mind that would somehow end in you two being together, it just never seemed to work out.

The bell rang for lunch to end, Izuku still slumped in his chair in defeat.

“Cmon Izuku,” Uraraka said sweetly, offering her hand to him, “let’s go to class,”

He got up sadly, his friend's words echoing in his mind as he walked to class.

They were right-it wouldn’t ever end well for him.

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But now, seeing your waiting face so close to his, he couldn’t help but say yes. He had to at least try, to see if maybe you did have something between the two of you.

Forget about your wild personality, or the fact you two were so different, or the way you seemed so close to Kachan-he was going to shoot his shot, even if that meant he was going to get hurt in the process.

This was his chance-it was now or never.

Izuku took a deep breath, willing his heart to slow.

“I would-love to train with you...and-and maybe,” he gulped, feeling his heart beat fast against his chest, “we can get some ice cream after?”

You smirked at the blushing boy, having a feeling at what he was implying.

“Just you and me?” You mused, leaning into Izuku’s body slightly.

He nodded feverishly, feeling his confidence begin to wane slightly at your sudden closeness.

“Y-Yep! Just- you and me.”

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Javid, Fear, #14 “just stay on the phone with me, please?”

A/N: OKAY SO I COMPLETELY FORGOT THAT THIS WAS A FEAR PROMPT BUT,, hh,, i wanted to write some fluff !! 

thank you for the prompt!!

Read On AO3!

“Davey! Hi!”

As soon as he hears Jack’s voice on the other end of the line, David lets out a deep breath. It’s weird, almost, how something so simple could comfort him so quickly, but Jack’s voice had always had that power over him. This wasn’t anything new.

David lets out a soft, amused little huff, and wraps his arms around himself as best he can while holding the phone to his ear. “Hey, Jack. I… Okay, this is gonna sound stupid, but can you just… Talk to me? I left the library kind of late, and it’s dark, and--”

“Is everything alright? Hang on, Dave, you should call Spot and have ‘im walk ya home--”

“No, no, Jackie, I’m fine,” David says with a soft chuckle. He doesn’t really feel fine, though- he’s been on campus for, what, a week? He doesn’t exactly know his way around yet, and everything is a little darker than he expected. He’s not necessarily worried for his safety or anything- if need be, David can hold his own in a fight, but he’s not expecting that to happen. This is a good school. “Just… stay on the phone with me, please?”

There’s some rustling on the other side- David thinks he hears a textbook close- but then he can hear pretty much everything as Jack turns speakerphone on. A TV turns down in the background, and David hears a bed creaking, which makes him grin. “Ah- Fuck, okay, sorry ‘bout all’a that racket, I got stuck in the blankets,” Jack says matter-of-factly from, well, somewhere in his dorm room; he doesn’t sound like he’s close to the phone, but then David hears a bedroom door shut. “Okay! Uh, I can talk now. My roommates are bein’ idiots, sorry.”

“No, you’re good,” David says with a sad grin on his face. “How is it so far? They aren’t giving you any trouble, right?”

“Aside from bein’ kinda loud while I’m on the phone,” Jack yells pointedly, probably in the direction of his bedroom door, “Nah. One of ‘em- he’s majoring in, like, vocal arts or somethin’, so he’s a really loud shower singer, but for the most part? They’re chill, I guess. Fun.”

“I’m glad,” David murmurs. He opens his mouth to speak, before he hears Jack chuckle softly. “What’s so funny?”

“I dunno, I was just… Thinkin’ ‘bout their reactions to you.”

“You told them about me?”

“Well, yeah? I mean… c’mon, you’re my boyfriend. ‘Course I told ‘em about you. I showed ‘em pictures, too- they said you’re way outta my league, by the way. Can’t say I disagree.”

“Oh, shut up,” David laughs, and shakes his head as he looks back down at the sidewalk. “I hate you.”

“Nooo, you love me,” Jack replies in a sing-song voice, and David can’t help but giggle.

“Yeah, I… I really do,” He murmurs, letting out a deep sigh a few moments later. “I miss you, Kelly.”

“Hey, now, don’t get all sad on me,” Jack whispers. “I miss you too, baby. A lot… But, hey, fall break ain’t that far away, and I’ll be back in New York for a whole week, okay?”

“Oh, are you coming here?” David asks, and grins. “If you want to, then that’s fine, but… I don’t know. Maybe I could come visit you in Albuquerque.”

“Well, I mean, I don’t wa-- actually, hold up, that could work,” Jack huffs, and he takes a few seconds to think, before continuing, “If you wanna come here for fall break, then… Oh! Then we can, um, take turns! And I can come home for the holidays, and we’ll have more time in New York, and we can see everyone! Oh, Dave, you’re gonna love it here, it’s gorgeous. And Santa Fe ain’t too far, so we can hit the museums and all that nerdy shit you like, and I can show you around…”

“That sounds amazing, Jackie,” David says, genuinely, and he can feel the butterflies in his stomach at the thought of seeing Jack again, seeing him somewhere different, somewhere where he feels happy, and comfortable, and free.

Up ahead, David can see the shadowy silhouette of his dorm building. He grins to himself, and bites his lip. “I’m almost home. Are you free to FaceTime when I get back to my building?”

“I’m always free for you, mi cielito.”

“I love you, ahúv shelí,” David breathes out with a soft laugh, then bites his lip. “Tell me more about New Mexico.”

And that’s all it takes before Jack begins his excited rambling, which makes David smile wider than he’s done in days. It’s hard being away from Jack- they’ve been dating for nearly two years now, ever since their fall homecoming dance during junior year- but… but it works. They’re making it work.

David knows they can work, and that’s all that matters.

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[whitewitchdani]

Laters, Baby: Chapter 10

Read Chapter 9 Here

Word Count: 2598

Pairing: Winchester!Sister x Lucifer

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of sex, language

A/N: Chapter 10! Let me know what you think and if you’d like to be tagged!

Later’s, Baby Masterlist

You were pleasantly surprised that, although you had slept in Hell and on the way here, you felt tired almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. You had gotten more sleep in the last 24 hours alone than all three Winchesters combined got in a week. Though, with everything that had happened, could anyone really blame you? 

You snuggled deeply into the sheets of the bed and took a deep breath. Flipping over to your other side, you pulled the silk sheets up to your... Silk sheets? You opened your eyes to see red silk sheets in place of the white cotton ones that had been there before. What the hell? you thought to yourself. You were facing the door of the bedroom at Bobby’s house so you hadn’t left, what was going on? You returned to your left side and gasped as you were met with a pair of deep blue eyes. 

“I know you said red was cliché, but these are so much more comfortable than the drab that was on here before, aren’t they?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Lucifer?”

“In the flesh. Well, sort of.”

“But, how? How’d you find-” you paused and let out a small laugh, “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”

“‘fraid so doll. I know you’re disappointed you don’t get all this in person but since my annoying little bro carved that warding into all of your ribs, I can’t find you physically. This is the only way we can talk.”

“Talk about what? Are you finally going to tell me what the hell is going on?”

Lucifer sat up against the headboard and you followed suit. He took a deep breath and pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. It may have only been a dream, but it felt so incredibly real to you; you felt his hand touch your face and the chill that went down your spine as a result. 

“I suppose it’s only fair that you know as much as I do. This involves you too.” He sighed and rose from the bed, beginning to pace in front of it. “You know, this whole thing is just as weird for me as it is for you. You’re... human. Your whole race is broken, flawed. And for some Dad-forsaken reason, I can’t bring myself to kill you. I’m developing feelings. It’s terrible.”

“Okay this is getting a little insulting...”

“But it’s not terrible, that’s the thing. I like it. I like you. I was there when Father created the soulmate connection for humans. It was beautiful, one of the only things I envied of your kind. It’s incredibly rare, but deep and powerful when it happens.” He moved to sit back beside you on the bed. “Why Father brought you to me, I am unsure, but I am glad he did. I am eager to complete the connection, because I know that once we do we will be incredible together. Powerful.”

“Complete the connection? What do you mean? And powerful? Lucifer I’m so lost right now.” 

He caressed your face, “Right now, we are only in the beginning stages of the connection. I miss you, but it’s tolerable. After we complete the connection, we will truly become soulmates. Our souls will intertwine and become one. The mixture of your humanity and my grace as a result will make us extremely powerful, BOTH of us.” 

“How do we complete the connection?”

Lucifer smirked, “That’s the fun part. I’ve never had intercourse with a human, but from what I’ve seen it looks extremely enjoyable.”

“Woah, woah, wait. What?? Okay, number one; please don’t call it intercourse. Number two; we complete the connection by having sex? Seriously??”

“Yes, angel. And when we do we will be inseparable. You will receive some of my grace, and I will receive some of your humanity, making us two of the most powerful beings in existence.”

“This...this is insane.” You leaned back and rubbed your temples.

“Trust me, I know. It won’t happen immediately, I’m not a monster.”

“You’re literally the devil.” 

“Yes, but like I said, I’m nothing if not one for the classics. All that old school romance stuff looks fun. Plus, it’s a rule of the connection, it cannot be forced in any way.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. For some reason you trusted Lucifer, but knowing those things put you more at ease regardless. You were lost in your own head when Lucifer suddenly stood, “I have to go.”

You stood as well, “Wait what? Why? Lucifer, I have so many questions.”

He walked towards you and brought you into his arms. It was strange; you kept forgetting this was a dream because everything felt so real. You could feel his cool arms around you and how safe you felt in them; you could smell him, although you couldn’t place it, as it was something completely Lucifer. You only knew two things in that moment: how much you missed Lucifer and how much you wanted him to kiss you right now. Both of those things were equally amazing and surprising to you. 

“You will wake soon. Come find me out there. Find Castiel, he will tell you the proper way to summon me. Knowing him, he is somewhat supportive of this since it’s Dad’s plan and will help you. The pain of the separation will get worse the longer we’re apart, so try to hurry,” he said with a smirk. 

He looked down and cupped your face in both of his hands. You swore your heart stopped; he was going to kiss you. He leaned in slowly and you closed your eyes, waiting for his cool lips to meet yours and...

You woke up abruptly, shooting up into a sitting position with a gasp. You sat forward so suddenly you almost knocked foreheads with Sam who was sitting next to you on the bed. Thankfully he was able to scoot back in time to avoid the collision, but you woke up so abruptly that even Dean and Bobby, who were standing at the foot of the bed, took a step back as well. 

You were sitting there breathing heavily for a few seconds before Sam broke the silence, “Y/N, what the hell just happened?”

Turning to look at your twin, you tried to come up with a deflection on the fly, “What do you mean? I took a nap and had a nightmare, not exactly a new occurrence.”

Sam turned to look at the two men at the foot of the bed before turning back to his sister, “Y/N/N we’ve been trying to wake you up for over an hour, nothing’s worked. When we finally gave up you woke up on your own.” He handed you the glass of water he’d placed on the bedside table when he first came upstairs.

“Yeah, so you wanna try the truth this time?” Dean snapped, folding his arms.

After taking a long drink, you dropped your head into your hands; everything that was going on your life was starting to give you a migraine. The last thing you wanted to tell your family was that you spent your time in dreamland with Lucifer. You rubbed at your temples while contemplating on how to explain what had happened, reluctantly deciding on the truth.

You looked to your family and began, “I came up here to lay down and must’ve fallen asleep because when I rolled over, Lucifer was there.”

Dean cursed and ran a hand over his face, but Bobby was confused. “I don’t understand. How exactly did that happen?”

“Angels can enter our subconscious mind while we’re dreaming. Cas has done it to Dean before and Lucifer did it to me soon after he took Nick as a vessel. Y/N, what did he say to you?”

“He explained the soulmate connection; what it takes to complete it and what will happen afterwards.”

“Yeah you complete it and you’re like, officially soulmates. Being separated from you wouldn’t weaken him,” explained Sam.

You looked at Sam and sighed, “That’s part of it.”

Dean walked forward, “Wait, part?? What the hell else is there? Cas only told us about the completing part.”

You looked at your brother incredulously, “Good to know you knew more about this thing that affects me than I did,” you fidgeted with your hands and took a deep breath. Telling your brothers the next part was not going to be easy, you partly expected Dean to actually explode. 

“According to Lucifer, we complete the bond by, well, having sex,” you continued, causing everyone in the room to cringe at your statement. “But after that, apparently something happens, something mystical. He said that once the bond is completed, I will receive some of his grace and he’ll receive some of my humanity, causing us to become two of the most powerful beings in all of creation.”

You looked up from your fidgeting hands to see three pairs of wide eyes staring back at you. It wasn’t really surprising; you did just drop a huge bomb in their lap. You were having trouble believing it yourself. 

Dean suddenly swiped the books that were on the desk across the room onto the floor. You flinched at the sudden outburst. It wasn’t too surprising though; you knew Dean would be pissed.

“Hey, some of them books are one of a kind boy. I know you ain’t happy but if you ruin one of them books, I’ll put a boot in yer ass.” Bobby moved to pick up some of the books off of the floor, “I was buildin’ up a collection of books on archangels and this is what I got so far. How about instead of getting all hot and bothered, we do some research and try to find out what to do about this?”

Before anyone could move, Dean exploded. He turned to you, looking madder than you had ever seen him. “How are you so calm?? You just dropped that giant bomb on us so nonchalantly. Are you, like, okay with this or something?”

You stood from the bed, “Of course I’m not okay with this Dean! I don’t think any of us are okay with anything that has happened in the past year. But after talking to him, I think that I am Lucifer’s main focus, not the apocalypse. If we become as powerful as he says we will, we can strengthen Nick and he won’t need to take Sam as a vessel! 

“And I’m human! Don’t you think maybe loving and being with a human will cause him to maybe not hate us as a species so much? Angels are real, Dean, which means God is real. I know this is a concept that both of us have struggled to come to terms with, but now? I don’t think we have a choice. He apparently made me for Lucifer and I can feel it. It’s not something we can just ignore and hope goes away. Being away from him much longer is going to start to be physically painful. We’re running out of options.”

Dean’s face was stone; he always was hard to read. You couldn’t tell what was running through his mind and you were worried. Bobby and Sam were silent near the door, watching the scene unfold before them. They had learned long ago to not get in between a Dean-Y/N fight; it was how Sam earned his first black eye as a kid. 

The stone face was beginning to turn red, “No. No we are not out of options. Our original plan could still work. We can still shove the Devil back in the box!”

“And how do you think that would affect me, huh? I can already feel how being away from him is affecting me. Imagine if we put him back in the cage, what would happen to me? We’re Winchester’s, this is apparently our destiny!”

Dean scoffed, “Destiny?? God can take destiny and shove it right up his ass. You shouldn’t have any part in this, Y/N. I should’ve made you stay at Stanford when Dad went missing. This isn’t your fight; you aren’t even really a Winchester.”

“DEAN!”

You barely heard Sam’s exclamation. Your eyes went wide and your chest tightened as your worst fear became reality right in front of you. Ever since you found out you weren’t really their sister this was your greatest fear, that they’d drop you like yesterday’s newspaper. 

The room was silent as they awaited your reaction. A single tear slipped down your face as you finally met Dean’s gaze again.

“Get out,” you said quietly. 

You were too calm. It would’ve been better if you had started screaming at him. Bobby started herding Dean towards the door while Sam remained in the corner of the room. Dean had immediately regretted what he’d said as soon as it slipped past his lips. He turned and paused in the doorway, “Y/N/N-”

“I SAID GET OUT!” You grabbed the glass of water from the bedside table and launched it towards your brother. It impacted on the wall near his head, Dean ducking out of the doorway in the nick of time. 

You were breathing heavily as the door closed. You walked up and leaned your forehead against it, tears streaming down your face when a hand landed on your shoulder. Spinning around you came face to face with Sam, who you had forgotten was still in the room. 

“Please, just go Sam.”

“Dean didn’t mean that, Y/N. He’s just upset and worried. You ARE a Winchester, no matter if John and Mary are your parents or not. Obviously, you were meant to be in our family and as Bobby always says, family don’t end with blood.”

You smiled at your twin who returned it. In that moment you knew what you were going to do about the situation at hand. But you knew you couldn’t without saying something to Sam.

“Sam, you’re the best twin any girl could ever ask for. You’ve been my best friend my whole life and you were there for me through everything. I love you, Sam. So much. But you can’t be there for me through this. I’m sorry.” 

“I love you too, Y/N/N. What’s going on? What’re you sorry for?”

“For this.” You opened the door and shoved your brother through, closing and locking it after he was out. To ensure your twin’s six-foot-four frame wouldn’t bust through, you shoved the dresser in front of it as well. 

Standing there for a second, you just listened to Sam bang on the door, calling for you and then for Dean and Bobby. You knew you didn’t have much time before the three of them would be able to get the door open.

You closed your eyes and for a minute the room was bathed in silence. When you opened them again, you waited expectantly. Suddenly, there was a whoosh sound and you turned to the figure that had appeared in front of the window.

“Y/N, your brothers are on the other side of that door and very upset. What is happening? Why have you barricaded yourself from them and called me?” Cas squinted his eyes and tilted his head at you, a trait you had always found endearing. 

“I need help Cas and I know you’re the only one who will help me.”   

“What is it that you need?”

You took a deep breath and took a step towards the angel, “I need you to help me summon Lucifer.”  

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[marshmallow-phd]

In Your Arms

Genre: Mafia!AU

Pairing: Kris x Reader

A/N: Warning, this is a bit long. And I think I squeezed some fluff in there? I hope I did?

**

The view of you was distorted through the bottom of the glass, but Kris could still make out the small flickers you sent his way. He wasn’t allowed to approach you, not here. This place… it was too dangerous. Too many watchful eyes, too many loose lips. So, reluctantly, he kept his distance, leaning against the bar with one elbow while the opposite hand clutched the short glass of scotch.

You looked beautiful. Wearing the same dress from the night you first. It was almost like a taunt, the sparkle in your eye just adding to the torture.

As far as the people around were concerned, the two of you weren’t associated in any way. As the daughter of a rival mafia leader, you were kept away from this world for the most part, for your protection. But every once in a while, your father brought you to events like these, treating you like a fashion accessory or luxury car to show off. You were proof that he had it all - on the surface anyway.

At first, Kris had no interest in you. He was too busy making deals and watching his own back to care about the girl capturing everyone else’s attention. When he did look at you, he still felt nothing. There was no sparks, no failing of his breath, absolutely nothing that the fairytales spoke of happened to him. But things would change quickly as the night went on.

“Eyeing some new real estate?” Junmyeon - aka notorious mafia head Suho - slid up beside him and motioned for a drink of his own from the bartender.

Kris scoffed, all but tossing down his glass. “You’re real funny, Suho.”

“You’re the one with wandering eyes,” Suho shrugged. He was leaning forward on the bar with both his elbows, facing the opposite direction. He didn’t know about the two of you - no one did - but he was perceptive. He could see Kris glancing at you and that was dangerous. It was probably best that he left.

“I didn’t realize that observing the room was a bad thing.”

“Observing a room is innocent.” Junmyeon threw up a look to Kris. “But focusing on a certain mob boss’ daughter isn't.”

Kris rolled his eyes. “Keeping making up stories, Suho. I know how much they keep you company.”

“Ha-ha.” Junmyeon took a drink as Kris clapped him on the shoulder.

He shuffled his way through the crowd, stopping every so often to say hi or have a short conversation with a colleague. Being here, seeing you but having to pretend not to care, it was too hard. There was no way he could conduct business when his thoughts were so preoccupied. Leaving was the only option. He’d send apologies later. Wining and dining always worked in his favor. So, with his shoulders slumped and energy drained, he made it back to the valet waiting outside.

It took too long for his liking for his car to be brought up, but he gave a generous tip anyway and sped back to his place.

Kris loved living on top of the world.

Alright, so it wasn’t the top of the world, but it was a penthouse that took up the entire top floor of one of the tallest high-rises in the city. Walls made of glass gave him a breathtaking view of the streets below. Up here, he felt relaxed, away from the danger and the fast pace of the lifestyle he chose.

Reaching out, Kris placed a hand against the cold glass, staring at nothing in particular. The world was at his feet, practically no door was closed to him. He had almost everything he wanted. Funny how that works. You live a life where you want for nothing, but the moment you find something you can’t have, you need it. Its even worse when you didn’t want it in the first place.

Knock, knock, knock.

Kris frowned, letting his hand drop from the glass. It left behind a perfect outline of his fingers before quickly fading away. 

Who could that possibly be this time of night?

Making his way to the front door, Kris took out the gun that rested on his hip. He had his back against the wall so he was nearly side by side with the entrance, the only thing between him and the door being the monitor that was currently off. As quietly as he could, he scanned his thumbprint on the little box below the screen, bringing it to life. A sigh of relief blew out from his lips.

It was you. A black pea coat and hat covered most of your features from anyone else, but it was certainly you.

Putting his gun down on the foyer table, he opened the door just wide enough for you to scurry in. After locking up again, he turned to you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked almost breathlessly.

With a shrug you took off the hat and peeled away the coat. “I didn’t want to be there anymore. Especially after I noticed that you’d left.”

Kris shook his head. “I wasn’t really in the mood for all the schmoosing.”

“Are you ever?” A teasing smile pulled up in the right hand corner of your lips.

A groan rumbled in Kris’ throat as he leaned his head back. Eyes closed, he fought with himself.

Going on like this was dangerous. More for him than you. The most your father would do to you would be something along the lines of stop taking you to the large gatherings of the families and keep an army of bodyguards around at all times. Him, though? He’d be dead. Perhaps left in an alley or dumped in the bay. Either way, he’d get a bullet in his head.

But he loved you. So much that he could forget about how every minute with you put his life at risk. Because when he was with you, he was more. More than just a gangster, more than a greedy criminal. You were different from the others because while you could understand this life he lived, you weren’t tainted by it. Your father had somehow succeeded in keeping you out of this dark underworld and for that, Kris was thankful.

At his lack of response, you nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I’ll go… and leave you alone.”

You were barely able to unlock the door and open it an inch before Kris was slamming it shut, whirling you around to crush his lips against yours. His grip on your face was tight, but not too much that you were in pain. He could never hurt you.

“Don’t leave me,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours with each little word.

Your answer? A kiss. Gentle and sweet, soft and full of love.

**

You were sulking. You knew it. Your father knew it. In the corner of the lounge, you stood apart from everyone else, arms crossed over your chest and wine glass in hand. While your face was neutral, it was getting harder and harder to contain the irritation underneath.

This was the last place you wanted to be. For last few “get togethers” of your father’s friends, you’d been conveniently unavailable – out of the country, away at school, horribly sick. But it seemed your luck had ran out finally and now, after a good hour long fight with your father, you were forced to tag along. Somehow you were expected to be both aware of who exactly was around you and completely naive of what they did for a living. You never chose to be your father’s daughter. If you actually had a choice, you wouldn’t ran as far as you could a long time ago. 

Too many people had come up to you and engaged in conversations that you didn’t care to have. Shallow, meaningless words. These people were only kind to you because you were the mysterious daughter of the most powerful man in the room.  

“A frown doesn’t really belong on that beautiful face.”

Resisting the temptation to roll your eyes, you looked to see who’d decided to interrupt your solitude. Your frown only deepened. You had no idea who he was.

Tall, silver hair, a smirk that was not at all attractive even given his somewhat handsome face. You took a swig of wine, carefully swallowing it before replying, “Too bad. It’s my favorite accessory.”

“Now don’t be like that,” the man purred, slinking in closer to you. Your eyes scanned the room for your father, but he was nowhere to be found. If he got even a whiff of what this man was doing….

“Last I checked, I could be any way I wanted. Now, please leave.”

The man’s smirk deepened. “Give me a smile and then maybe I will.”

You scoffed. “How about I give you-”

“Back off, Xiao Fe.”

A new man entered the conversation, even taller than your unwanted guest. He stared down at the first, apparently called Xiao Fe, with a hardened look and a raised eyebrow. “Unless you want to end up tortured in the back of a van?”

Xiao Fe straightened up, unaffected by the threat. “I’m not scared of you, Kris.”

“I don’t give a crap about what you do,” Kris shrugged. “But given who her father is, I think he would care a whole deal on how you’re speaking to his daughter.”

“Her father?” Xiao Fe looked at you. He measured you up and down and then laughed. “The old man finally brought you out of the dungeon, huh?”

“Just get out of here before I throw you out a window,” Kris growled.

Something must have finally broken through because the idiot listened, stalking off. But not before throwing one last wink your way.

Rolling your eyes, you started off in the opposite direction.

“Wow, not even a thanks?” Kris asked sarcastically. You barely turned around enough to look at him.

“Last I checked, I didn’t ask for your help. So… no. I don’t think a thanks is really in order.”

The gangster shook his head. “Typical princess behavior.”

“Don’t act like you know a thing about me,” you hissed. Your grip was getting dangerously tight on the glass and it didn’t feel that sturdy in the first place. “Now, it’s probably your turn to walk away before my father sees. Wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea about you talking to me, now would we?”

“Whatever you say, princess,” Kris mocked. “Just don’t expect me to be there the next time you need help.”

You stared daggers into his back as he blended into the crowd, silently cursing at the fact that he was able to get in the last word. 

Deciding that you’d had enough, you down the rest of your wine and headed for the elevator. No one stopped you as you stepped into the little box that would take you to the ground floor of the hotel. Your father’s bodyguards tended to not watch you as closely as they were supposed to, however that was a good thing, working in your favor. You weren’t planning on going anywhere specifically, just away. You’d probably simply sit in the back of the car and wait for your father to be done in a few hours or so.

Outside, the air was chilly. The faintest wisps of smoke left your lips with each breath. You pulled your coat in closer to you as you searched the parking lot for the familiar SUV. Your father always preferred the bigger, more fortified cars than the tiny luxury vehicles. Finding the right one, you hurried over to get out of the cold. And, of course.

The door was locked.

Why didn’t you think about that before you came all the way down here?

You groaned, letting your forehead rest against the tinted window with a tock. You really didn’t want to go back upstairs. Maybe you’d be able to hold out here in the cold?

“Well, what an easy catch this was.”

Oh. Crap.

A pair of hands grabbed you before you could even think about running away.

Xiao Fe looked on smugly as you struggled against his goon’s grip. One hand covered your mouth, preventing you from screaming out for help, while his other arm caged you in against his chest. The two of them dragged you over into the alleyway, out of the eyes of someone who could possibly help.

“You know, I might actually feel bad if you hadn’t been so icy earlier,” Xiao Fe teased. The only response you could give was a glare as sharp as a knife. “I’m sure your father will hand over quite the pretty penny to get you back. Oh, how I wish I could see his face once he-”

Bang!

The man who was holding on to you dropped to the ground, dead. Blood poured from the gaping hole in his neck on to the dark asphalt by your feet. Xiao Fe was quick, taking the place of the goon. His own hold around your waist wasn’t as strong, but the gun he pulled out and held against your head was incentive enough not to fight back.

Kris emerged from the shadows, gun still smoldering from the first shot as he held it up in your direction. “Give this up, Xiao Fe, and I won’t tell her father what you tried to do.”

Kiao Fe laughed behind your ear. “Like I could take you at your word. How do I know you’re not looking for a reward for stopping me?”

“I’ve got enough money,” Kris said. “I don’t need pennies when I’m making dollars. I’m just trying to stop you from doing something you’d regret.”

“Not a chance,” Xiao Fe growled. “Just move along. No one will know you were involved if you leave now.”

Kris hesitated. His eyes lowered to your own fear-filled gaze. Silently, you were begging him not to leave. To not leave you in the hands of this monster. Who knew what he would do to you once he got you alone?

Shaking his head and cursing under his breath, Kris took a step forward. Xiao Fe retaliated, shooting Kris in the shoulder.

“NO!” you screamed out. Kris fell back onto the ground. He clutched the spot where the bullet had torn through the skin, red liquid oozing from between his fingers. Xiao Fe struggled to keep ahold of you as you fought to get away, to get to Kris to see if he was alright. You hardly knew this man – you didn’t know him at all, really – but something inside of you was desperate to get to him, to make sure he was okay. The idea of him dying, because of you and your stupidity, was unbearable.

Moving up to his knees, Kris grunted and looked up at you. He motioned with his free hand for you to get down. Immediately, you bent forward, giving him a clear shot. And he met the target.

Xiao Fe dropped like a marionette doll, eyes wide open and empty.

You scrambled over to Kris, pressing your hands on top of his to try and slow down the bleeding. But he pushed you away.

“Get out of here,” he huffed out in between ragged breaths.

“No, we have to get you to a hospital!” You tried unsuccessfully to pry his hand away from his shoulder. All that accomplished was him pushing you away again.

“Go! Now! I’ll be fine!”

You didn’t believe him. How could you?

“Kris-”

But he didn’t say anything else as his eyes rolled back into his head and his body slumped to the ground.

“NO!”

**

The force of you flinging up into a sitting position was enough to rattled Kris from his sleep. Your breaths were shallow, coming out quickly as you searched around his bedroom frantically. Gently coaxing you into his arms, he shushed softly into your ear until you were calm again.

“Bad dream?” he asked when he thought it was safe.

You nodded, refusing to look up at him.

He pushed a little more. “What did you dream about?”

Your answer came so low that he had to strain to hear you correctly. “The night we met.”

“Wow.” He laughed in hopes to lighten the mood. “Good to know that you think us meeting is a nightmare.” That made you send a fist into his chest. It knocked the air out of him, but he still laughed through it. Having you here did that to him. Rare were the times that you spent the night, that he could have you until the sun came up. Most of the time, one of you had to sneak off before you were caught.  

You weren’t laughing now, though. With the tip of your finger you traced the outlining scar from the bullet he’d taken for you. When it’d happened, he’d called himself an idiot. He’d told you only minutes prior that he wouldn’t come to your rescue again, but there he was, playing the white knight. In turn, you saved him, too.

Somehow, you’d managed to get him to the hospital, keeping him alive. But you were gone before he woke up, only the nurses giving him clues to how he’d ended up there, who had been the angel that brought him in. A week later, he was tracking you down again, “accidentally running into you” to say thanks. From there, the two of you were constantly having “accidental” run-ins. 

“Mutual stalking” was what you’d called it.

It didn’t take long for the feelings to bubble to the surface. Both of you knew it wasn’t the wisest choice. Fear of discovery was always in the back of his mind and yours, but the two of you couldn’t deny the bond, the connection that kept bring you back. He had no ability to let you go. 

“Raul got hurt two nights ago,” you whispered suddenly.

Raul was one of your father’s closest confidants. The fact that you knew about him getting hurt meant it must have been bad. “Is he okay?”

You nodded. “He’ll live. That’s what Father said.”

Kris caressed your face in an attempt to sooth you. “Is that what’s bothering you?”

“Yes. A bit.” Finally, you looked up at him. “I just thought of you. Of you getting hurt. Or worse.” Without warning, you jumped on him, kissing him deeply. You rose up on your knees and Kris steadied you with his hands on your hips. Only when you needed air again did you pull away. “Run away with me.”

Kris furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“Leave with me.” You begged. “Please? I can’t take these short nights anymore. I need you. Every day. I can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt in this life, especially because of me.”

“Your father-”

“We’ll go where he can’t find us.” Your eyes were desperate, hoping for the answer you were seeking. 

Kris had thought about it before. Taking you away and keeping you for himself. But he didn’t want to be selfish, to pull you away from the life you’d always known. And yet, here you were, asking him to do that very thing. 

Wrapping his arms around you, he picked you up and put you down playfully on the bed, getting a squeal out of you. 

“If you’re serious,” he said after kissing you, “then we’ll leave tonight.”

A smile spread across your face. “Do you mean it?”

“Absolutely. I can’t ever tell you no.”

This was, perhaps, the most dangerous thing he would ever do in his life. But you were worth it. You were every breath he took. So he would take the chance. It would be a short life together if your father found the two of you. If you were willing to risk it, however, then he would meet you on the treacherous path. 

Because here in your arms was the most perfect place he would ever be. 

[inkwell1013]

Uncle Tony - MCU

Pairing: Tony Stark & Peter Parker (familial), MJ & Peter, Ned & Peter (both platonic), Tony Stark / Pepper Potts (background)

Genre: Oneshot, hurt/comfort, angst, found family, a little fluff at the end.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Death of a parent (referenced).

Summary: Something about Tony reminds Peter a lot of his uncle and all the memories, good and bad, that he associates with him. Even after everything their relationship has been through, it only takes one slip of the tongue to ruin everything. Tony has never been good with kids, but he is determined to help the boy he sees as his son, even if it means making himself vulnerable.

Notes: I have this head canon that Peter sees Tony more as an uncle than a father figure, because he's never had a father that he remembers and instead associates fatherly people with his uncle. Thus, this fic was born. I hope you enjoy!

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Tony fetched a cup of coffee from the machine, getting ready to pull another all-nighter. It was a bad habit - he knew that - but one that he was having trouble kicking. If Pepper were here, she would give him a lecture about how staying up all night was bad for his health and drag him off to bed, but she was on a work trip so he was free to do whatever unhealthy things he wanted.

While he was waiting for the machine to relinquish its delicious contents, he took a quick glance out the window. It was starting to go dark. How long had he and Peter been working for? It only felt like a little while but had probably been a lot longer.

Working with Peter was a fun experience, all things considered. He was always coming up with new ideas and different ways of looking at things, making him an asset to Stark Industries.

And strangely enough, Tony didn’t mind his presence.

He had never been good with children – most of his interactions with them ended with somebody bursting into tears and a disappointed frown from Pepper – but Peter was easy to get along with. He was the exception to the rule.

The machine dispensed the coffee and Tony picked up the mug. Faded paint spelled out the letters ‘Fe’ followed by the word ‘man’, a statement halfway between a pun and an inside joke. He was a little annoyed that the paint was already wearing away; the mug wasn’t even that old.

Peter had given it to Tony for his birthday a few months prior. He had looked so proud as he handed it over, that Tony had to use it. As much as he hated to admit it, he found the joke amusing.

Tony went back into the lab, and found Peter asleep at one of the workbenches. He looked so peaceful that Tony almost didn’t want to wake him. Regardless, he gave Peter a small shake, causing him to stir.

‘Five more minutes,” grumbled Peter, making Tony smirk. He was such a kid.

“Come on Peter,” said Tony. “You’ve got to get home or May will have my neck. Have you got your things?” Peter gave a little nod, as he fetched his backpack from underneath the table.

“I’ll walk you to the lift.”

It was quiet in the hallways, which Tony expected. Most of his employees had gone home hours ago. And here he was, walking through the deserted corridors with a random fifteen-year-old, who really should have been home hours ago as well. He had no idea why May let Peter stay so late.

“Do you want a ride home?” he offered. “Happy can drive you. It’s what I pay him to do after all.”

“Nah, I’ll just walk. It’s not that late.”

Tony’s mouth twitched halfway into a frown. “Okay,” he relented. “But make sure you look both ways before you cross the road, stay on well-lit streets and hurry straight home. New York isn’t the safest place to be at night. Are you sure you don’t want a ride?”

“I can handle it Uncle Ben,” scoffed Peter. “I’m not a little kid anymore.” He pressed the button to call the lift. His movements screeched to a halt as he realized what had come tumbling out of his mouth.

He stared at Tony with wide eyes, scarcely moving a millimeter. Tony was similarly frozen in place, as he waited for his brain to catch up with him. Before he had quite figured out what had happened, Peter bolted down the corridor. Tony could do nothing but run after him.

Peter blinked back tears, as he slammed open the door to the lab. He grabbed a beaker from the cupboard and threw in some chemicals – not really caring what reactions might take place. He just needed to do something with his hands, something familiar. Something reassuring. He had no idea what he could do or what to say to fix this colossal fuck up. All he could fall back on was what he knew, which was science.

Science never lied.

Science was absolute.

Science made sense.

And it wouldn’t leave him like everyone else had.

Tony grabbed ahold of Peter’s arm. “It’s okay that you’re upset but you need to—”

Peter tightened his grip on the beaker and pulled his arm from Tony’s grasp. “I’m not upset. I’m fine,” he gritted.

“Come on kid. You’re doing biochemistry. You always do biochemistry when you’re upset.”

“I’M NOT UPSET!” roared Peter, slamming the beaker down on the workbench.

“You’re going to break that,” said Tony. “Why don’t you put it down so we can talk this out?”

Peter shook his head.

Tony sighed. “At least put on some goggles if you’re going to stress science.”

“I don’t stress science,” snapped Peter, continuing through the motions of his experiment.

“Don’t lie to me,” said Tony. “You always do this when you’re upset and I get it – I do the same thing. When Steve and I had our big fight, I stress solved physics equations for a week straight. Pepper tells me that I was found by a cleaner, unconscious and half draped across the lab table. I had been subsisting solely on coffee – not eating or sleeping either – whilst working on an unsolvable physics problem. I had to be hospitalized for three weeks to recover.”

Peter paused. “But did you solve it?” he asked.

“That’s not the point. I was hurting myself. I think, deep down, I believed I deserved the pain. I blamed myself for everything that had happened, even when it was out of my control. It was a way to punish myself.”

Tony couldn’t believe he was unloading his trauma onto a fifteen-year-old. Way to go douchebag.

“I’m sorry kid,” he said. “I know it feels like no one understands but… you’re not alone.”

Peter gave him a long glance, setting down the beaker. “It was my fault,” he muttered.

“Uncle Ben died because of me. I was mad at him for… something - I can’t remember what – and I ran away. I just wanted him to feel bad, I wasn’t planning on staying out that long. He texted me a couple times, just wanting me to come home, you know? But I ignored him. He kept telling me that it was dangerous and that I would get hurt, but I insisted that I wasn’t a little kid anymore and if he really cared he would come and find me.

“He… He was murdered. He came to find me just like I wanted him to, and this guy shot him – just pulled out his gun and killed him. If I hadn’t run away like that, it never would have happened.”

Tony was startled. He knew that Peter’s uncle had died, but he didn’t know it had happened like this. Crap. What could he do? What could he say? How could he fix this?

He found himself wishing that Pepper were there. She would know what to do. She always knew what to do. But he was the only person Peter had right now, so he would have to do his best.

“Kid, that wasn’t your fault,” he said, “You couldn’t have known it would happen. It was out of your control.”

Peter went silent, choosing his next words carefully. “I think I’m scared history is going to repeat itself,” he said. “I’m scared I’m going to lose you too.”

Tony couldn’t resist the urge to hold Peter tight. “I can’t promise nothing bad will happen to me and I know the universe can be cruel, but I plan to be around for a long time. I’m going to do my best to be here for you, from now until you no longer need me.”

Somehow, being this kid’s mentor turned him into Shakespeare. If only his ninth grade English teacher could see him now.

Peter buried his head into Tony’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Do you want to stay over?” offered Tony. “I could text May and ask her to bring over some pajamas and some clean clothes for tomorrow. It could be like a sleepover.”

God, he sounds pathetic. What kind of kid would want to have a sleepover with a grown ass man, much less him? He was being ridiculous. This was a stupid idea anyway. Peter would never-

“Can Ned and MJ come?”

Tony smiled. “As long as it’s okay with their parents.”

Ned and MJ arrived fifteen minutes later, and changed into their pajamas in the bathroom. Everyone settled down on the couch and Peter flicked through some channels until he found reruns of some shitty sci-fi show from the nineties. In a stroke of genius (those only seemed to be getting more and more frequent these days), Tony decided to order pizza.

They ended up watching the show into the early hours of the morning. Peter had fallen asleep on Tony’s shoulder and Tony didn’t have the heart to move him, much to Ned and MJ’s amusement. Because of this, they had both ended up sleeping on the couch. MJ and Ned woke up of their own accord, and got themselves ready for school. Once the sun peeked over the horizon, Tony knew he’d have to wake Peter or he would be late.

He gave him a little nudge and Peter stirred. “Uncle Ben?” he mumbled. “What time is it?”

“It’s not Ben,” replied Tony. “It’s me. And its seven thirty. You’ve got to get ready for school.”

Peter groaned and threw himself back down onto the sofa. “But it’s so early and I’m so tired.”

“You were the one who insisted we all stay up for the finale,” retorted Tony. Peter rolled his eyes, but smirked nevertheless. “Come on, rise and shine,” said Tony.

“Come on!” shouted MJ from the other room. “Get up already or we’ll be late.”

Peter grumbled every step of the way, but did eventually comply. Right before he left, Peter turned to him and said meekly, “I’ll see you after school Uncle Tony.” He left with his friends just shy of eight o’clock, with barely enough time to catch the bus to school, leaving Tony to mull over his words.

Tony never thought he’d be an uncle, biological or otherwise.

#mcu #peter parker #tony stark #irondad #angst #uncle ben's still dead #but he died differently because reasons #peter parker & tony stark #familial #inkwell writes

[raindancer2004]

Headcanon - Dating Jane

Warnings: Fluff

You meet Jane at an evening Art class at the community college

Jane’s throat burned the moment you entered the room; the moment she caught your alluring scent she wanted to drain you dry and felt her self-control waver a little bit

Everything changed though the second Y/C eyes met her brown eyes (she’s wearing lenses) a soft gasp leaving her lips as the realisation hit her, you were her mate

She hated the fact that after waiting a millennium to meet her mate, Fate had given her a human for a mate

Jane hates humans due to her past but tolerates them when it suits her, like when she takes courses to keep busy in her down time  

She refused to get to know you, scowling at you as you neared the empty desk by hers

You see the scowl on her face and leave an empty desk between the two of you

You felt a little drawn to her after your eyes had met but had no idea why

You sneaked glances over to her desk to look at her and her work, she was a talented drawer

She would see you glancing at her due to her heightened peripheral vision

She would sneak the occasional look at you too, admiring your artwork also

Two weeks after you first ‘met’ Jane your tutor paired you with her for a group Art project – Paint someone or something you admire. You can use any style or technique you wanted as long as you had prep work as well as your final piece

Jane both hated and liked being paired with you for the project, you on the other hand were a nervous wreck as you were pretty sure she hated you, you just didn’t know why

Jane suggested painting her ‘Uncle Marcus’ as someone she admired as he had lost his wife but was still able to raise his ‘son’ Demetri alone whilst holding his position in the ‘Italian Government’ You agree because he sounds like a great guy and you can’t think of another idea

Marcus felt very honoured to find that Jane admired him and was looking forward to seeing this ‘someone’ that Jane cleared liked but wouldn’t admit to it

You found the more the time you spent with Jane, the easier she became to talk to, although she still had her walls up

Despite this you found yourself falling for Jane, she was beautiful, talented and funny; not to mention you loved her smile (the rare occasions you saw it)

Jane didn’t want your first date to feel like a first date so she invited you to accompany her to the Art Gallery “It may help with inspiration for our project” She gives you as a reason and you feel your heart skip a beat at getting to spend a whole day with her

Once the ‘date’ is over you ask to the movies the following weekend and she accepts with a small smile but she feels all warm inside knowing you want to spend time with her

You notice her skin is cold and firm to touch when you reach to hold her hand during the movie and although she tenses and waits for you to reject her, to her surprise you don’t you just look at her and smile

Jane decided that night she would tell you her secret and if you took that news ok, she would tell you that the two of you were mates

“I knew there was something special about you the moment I saw you” You smile at her and you chuckle at the shocked expression on her face. She didn’t expect you to take the news of her being a vampire as well as you did, let alone call her special.

She told you all about vampires and their mates and how you were hers and that she wanted to spend forever with you, although she made it clear that she wanted you turned sooner rather than later

Once she told you a little of her and Alec’s past; their history with humans, you suddenly understood her initial reaction to you in the Art Class and her changing moods with you depending on the day she’s had or how she was feeling

Sulpicia took a liking to you the moment she saw you “Ah my beautiful child” She cupped your face in her hands softly “You and Jane will be very happy together”

Sulpicia thought of you as a daughter, knowing that Aro thought of Jane as a daughter

Jane prided herself on her self-control, although Demetri’s was better but she put that down to his gift and the fact he spent more time around humans than the rest of the guards

Jane calls you sweetie as a term of endearment, you call her hunny in return

The two of you spoke about you becoming immortal and you agreed to be turned as soon possible…but on one condition…you both got to travel to New York for Christmas one year to shop and see the sights, once you had gotten through your newborn phase

Jane agreed instantly, “It’s the least I can do, seeing as you have accepted me for who I am and agreed to be changed soon”

Jane also liked the idea of Christmas in New York as it meant no exposure risk and neither of you would feel the cold

She then went on to explain that when it came to you her self-control waivered sometimes, which you understood and apologised for “Don’t apologise sweetie, it isn’t your fault. I love you too much to risk harming you so I’m asking someone I trust to change you on my behalf” “You love me?” “What? No.” You look at her an eyebrow raised and she looked down at her shoes and mumbled “Maybe.” You chuckled a little “I love you too hunny” You kiss her cheek and she smiles wide

She asked Demetri to turn you just as Alec had asked him to turn his mate six months before

Demetri agreed and even offered to train her privately as he did Alec’s mate, Jane and his own mate being the only other vampires in the training room

You noticed Felix was sulking around Jane and you by extension “What’s up Fe?” “Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact that the twins don’t trust me to turn their mates” He glared at the two of you “What’s so damn special about Demetri?” He grumbled

“I think of Demetri as a big brother and being that he turned Alec’s mate, I thought it may be nice for Y/N to have the same sire” Jane replied and Felix continued to glare at you both and mumbled under his breath “I wouldn’t want to be the sire to your little mate anyway” Jane let that comment go given that he was clearly upset with her

A month after you’re turned you and Alec’s mate run into the library smiling wide, a mischievous look in your eyes “Happy Father’s Day Dad” You both hand Demetri a Father’s Day card that says ‘The World’s Best Dad.’ Felix doubles over laughing as Demetri smiles at you both “Thank you girls” His chest puffing out with pride at his ‘little creations’ as he affectionately refers to you both as you’re both a lot younger than him

Jane and you aren’t able to have children and as Jane said before: she’s not really mum material so adopting a child won’t work. You agreed with her as you don’t feel very maternal either

You both return from a shopping trip a few days later with your ‘fur babies’ having purchased two kittens; Mittens who was grey with white paws and Buttons who was grey with white spots on his back

“Hey dad, meet your ‘fur grandbabies’” You tell Demetri smiling and his heart melts a little “Look darling, I have ‘fur grandbabies” He says proudly to his mate who smiles lovingly back at him “Technically, they’re yours too as you’re his mate” You tell her with a smile, one she returns before replying “We’re very happy for you both”

You and Jane then proudly show your ‘fur babies’ off to the Kings, Alec, Felix and their mates

Jane may not have liked you when you first met but she is absolutely head over heels in love with you and is happy knowing she gets to spend forever by your side

#demetri volturi #jane volturi #alec volturi #felix volturi #aro volturi #marcus volturi #caius volturi #heidi volturi #volturi #twilight #headcanon

[sxrensxngwrites]

reunion at dawn - ferdinand von aegir x reader

summary: you and ferdinand used to be the best of friends back at garreg mach, but know that war has broken out the two of you have been separated. ferdinand recalls your friendship, and eagerly awaits your return.

fluff / angst

warnings: silver snow route, not really any spoilers that you don't know if you've played the game before, reader has a described hair length because it's important to the plot, reader is a brawler, probably some grammar errors let’s be honest.

note: currently working on getting my other FE:3H fics on here, but in the mean time they’re on my wattpad and ao3

cross-posted on my wattpad and ao3

masterlist

Ferdinand didn't know if it was pointless returning to the monastery all these years later or not. In the war-torn continent of Fodlan, it was entirely unlikely that anyone from his old class would return.

He knew Petra had gone back to Brigid to assist her grandfather, and Dorothea had gone to help with the orphaned children. He hadn't heard from Caspar, Linhardt, or even Bernadetta. The three of them had seemingly disappeared overnight, never to return. He prayed to Sothis that they were alright. Hopefully they had gotten the same idea that he had, and gotten out of Adrestia before things got too bad.

You were an entirely different story.

Ferdinand had considered you one of his closest friends, if not his best. Unlike Edelgard and the rest of his classmates, you had an ability to make him feel appreciated, which most of the students at Garreg Mach lacked in. They were not intentionally rude, but it seemed they all thought he talked too much, or that he was ill-suited for whatever task needed to be done. You had always told him that he was good at riding horses, and you had always accepted his invitations to tea.

You were always overflowing with cheer, although a bit rough around the edges. Those who didn't know you very well likened you to Caspar, saying how the both of you were too excitable and always eager to jump into a fight. Ferdinand knew different. You might've been good friends with Caspar, but you were very different from your blue-haired classmate. You had always been patient, and very good at calming those who got upset. You always seemed to know what to say to people, and got along with most anyone. It wasn't uncommon to see you dueling with Felix, or talking to Ignatz in the library.

You and Ferdinand were an odd duo. You had met in class like everyone else, but you seemed to be able to understand the noble like no one else could. No one had expected a brawling-commoner to become fast friends with the put-together noble. Yet, both of you got along exceptionally well.

He could vividly recount the many days the two of you had spent together. They had been some of his fondest.

Once he tried to teach you how to ride a horse. You had told him that you were bad at it all together, but he didn't seem to believe you. You couldn't even stay in the back of the beast for more than a minute, as it started trying to buck you off. He remembered giving you a guilty smile and agreed that maybe you did have back luck. You later opted to share Ferdinand's horse with him, arms snaked around his middle. Ferdinand's face was flushed that day, but he swore he hid it excellently.

The two of you would often go out to the meadow behind the monastery and have picnics and tea. He remembered one time in particular where you had taken your long hair down out of your hairstyle, and taught him how to braid. He flushed scarlet again, but never denied you on your offer. He tried his hardest to follow your instructions, even attempting to work in a few wildflowers, but the braids paled in comparison to yours. You humored him, and left the loose wildflower plaits in for the rest of the day.

Life at Garreg Mach had been far more enjoyable with you alongside him. To Ferdinand you had been his closest comrade and only confidant. Although, he feared that was just because you were good at talking to most anyone, not because you valued him as a friend. He hated to admit it, but he might've been miserable if you weren't there to make him smile.

It had been no secret that the two of you had feelings for each other back in your academy days. Dorothea had been the first to pick up on it, often teasing Ferdinand about his crush whenever she got the chance. He never knew if she did the same to you, but he hoped that was the case.

He had prayed greatly after the war broke out and everyone split up. He prayed to Sothis to your safety, and that the two of you would be reunited again. He had felt selfish at first, but he needed you to be safe.

He presumed that you had gone back to your home village, but even he knew that it was highly unlikely since Edelgard would be searching high and low for any of the Black Eagles.

Ferdinand stood looking down at the ruins near the base of Garreg Mach, the sun rising behind them. He had met up with Linhardt and Bernadetta on his way to the old school, which had reassured him. It was nice to know that at least some of his classmates had decided to come back.

He searched the ruins as the trio went in further, hoping to see you. Once he reached the top he could see your distinct head of hair next to Caspar in the distance. He immediately felt his heart race and couldn't wait to speak to you again.

After the battle all the old students meandered to the center of the ruins, hoping for the reunion of the century.

Ferdinand could hardly contain his excitement whenever he saw you. It had been nearly five years since he last saw you, and time had shown so.

Ferdinand couldn't begin to explain how beautiful you had become.

Your long hair that he once tried to braid in the meadow was now cropped at your shoulders. You had the top part of it pulled up, although a few stray bangs stayed behind on your forehead. It suited you.

You hadn't grown much, but your uniform was now replaced with war armor and you sported a bruise along your lip.

You had obviously been through a lot in the five years since he'd seen you, and Ferdinand couldn't even begin to fathom all you had seen in the last five years.

As you turned to look at Ferdinand, your face paled and your smile dropped.

Ferdinand panicked. Why did you look so shocked? Did you not want to see him?

Without waiting any longer, you dropped your large gauntlets and bounded towards Ferdinand. You jumped and hugged him around his shoulders, hiding your face in his shoulder.

"I missed you, Ferdie." He could feel your muffled words on his neck, and he couldn't hide the small smile creeping up along his face. He squeezed you in a tight hug, a slight tear beginning to dribble out of his eye.

"I missed you too."

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #fe3h fic #fe3h #fire emblem fic #fire emblem fanfiction #ferdinand von aegir #fire emblem ferdinand #fire emblem x reader #ferdinand von aegir x reader #three houses x reader #x reader #fanfic #sxrensxngwrites

[bang-tan-bitches]

Title: Need - 2 Word Count: 2.8k+ Rating: M Genre: fluff, smut, abo!universe, hybrid!bts Warnings: slightly possessive behavior, eventual smut Pairing: Namjoon x fem!Reader, Yoongi x fem!Reader, Hoseok x fem!Reader Summary: Sometimes you find your mate, and sometimes you find three. Life is funny that way. Written by: Admin A

- Part One - Part Two - Part Three(end) - 

Once they leave, you take a moment to shimmy out of the clothing you’d been wearing and put on the large t-shirt you find folded at the foot of the bed. You search for a pair of panties or socks or shorts… but the only thing you can find is the shirt. Once changed, you tiptoe over to the door, pulling the medical stuff along. You hesitate, hand outstretched to open it. You had no reason to look… but you had no reason not to look out and see where you were.

The hall looks like any other and you huff in disappointment. You hear footsteps echoing down the hall and quickly, but quietly close the door before making it back to your bed, covering your bare legs with a blanket.

“Hello again.” Mark says as he enters the room, “Everything still okay?”

You nod. “Um, Mark? Mr. Tuan. Sir?”

“Mark is fine.” He says, smiling warmly at you.

“I- well- this is odd to ask. Maybe. But, um, why- why you?”

“Why am I taking care of you?”

You nod again and wrap the sheet around your hand.  

“Well. I suppose it’s because they trust me. And… probably because I’m something of an expert on the subject.” he tells you, ears and cheeks flushing red as he does so. “Being a beta helps too.”

You bite your lip, feeling your gaze soften at his blush, “It’s definitely been helpful.” you reach out and take his hand, sighing at the instant relief that washes through you once more. “Thank you, Mark.”

He smiles shyly and squeezes you hand once before letting go, “Any time. I should go for now. You need your rest.”

You nod and try to relax, but you’re alone in the room and alone with your thoughts and you can feel them starting to spiral out of control. You wish Mark would come back. Or that any of them would come back… just as you’re seriously debating going to find someone, they return. When they enter, you feel like you can breathe again and are grateful to have some semblance of control. Hoseok enters first and has someone pushing a large TV on a rolling stand full of movies following, as well as an extra tablet for you tucked under his arm. Seconds after he has the television set up, Namjoon comes in, the tray he’s carrying laden with food, followed by Yoongi with some clothes that look like they might fit you - jeans and, probably, a t-shirt. You hold back a sigh, not wanting them to think you’re upset. The clothes would be great tomorrow, but there’s no way you'll be able to sleep in jeans. Besides, it wasn’t like the too large t-shirt was uncomfortable.

Before long you’re all settled, a movie playing on the screen and popcorn in your lap. The first movie the four of you sit through is awkward. You aren't sure where to look or what to do. Part of you wants to ask all of them to cuddle up with you on the bed in some sort of doggy pile, and the other part of you wants to hide under the blankets. So, you stare at the TV, pretending to be engrossed in the movie. Every few seconds you put more popcorn in your mouth to keep yourself occupied. You are so focused on not focusing on the men in the room, you miss the looks they share over your head and behind your back.

Looks that say-

I can't believe she's real.

And

We need to be careful

And

She's everything we could ever want.

Shortly after Hoseok puts in the second movie, you begin to relax. Unconsciously, you lean in closer to Namjoon, his shoulder at the perfect height for you to rest your head. The second you touch him, he stiffens and moves away. It was slow, but still, he moved away from you and the unspoken rejection stings. You stiffen in turn and refocus on the movie, even more determined to ignore them - and the tears pricking the backs of your eyes - than before.

They don't really want you. A voice in the back of your mind says, they are just waiting until you're cleared then they'll go back to being idols and forget about you.

You are only halfway through the movie when it hits you.

“Unnnggghhh” you groan and double over, clutching at your stomach.

“What's wrong?!” Three different voices ask with varying levels of worry.

They all reach for you and as their hot, hot, hot hands land on you, you groan again, much louder this time as your thighs become coated in your own juices. You're almost embarrassed. Almost. Because you're not sure how to tell them you're so turned on it's bordering on painful. Especially since this has never happened to you before. You're bent over, panting and pressing your thighs together when Mark is suddenly beside you. You didn't even realize they had called him in.

“Please.” Your voice is a prayer, a plea, a whine of need and you're not sure who it's for.

Mark freezes as all three alphas inhale.

“Omega.” Their voices blend, its sinful, its heavenly, it's something you'd do anything to hear again, and you want to laugh, but it comes out as a long moan of desire.

“Okay, I'm going to need everyone to calm it down.” Mark says, his voice slow, level, soothing.

“Wha-what's happening?” You finally get something resembling a sentence out.

“It's the pheromones. Everyone is amped up, even if they aren't trying to be,” his tone is accusing and you avert your eyes, “and it's triggered your own.”

You whimper and they growl, the sound goes straight to your core and you shudder, wondering if it's possible to come from their voices alone. “How do I make it stop?” You ask through gritted teeth.

Three pairs of hot, hungry eyes are on you and you want to dissolve into a puddle, but you can't, not yet, answers first.

“I can try to find suppressants strong enough to counter three alphas and I’d ask them to leave.” Mark says kindly, hand hovering just about your shoulder, even as you whimper at the thought of them leaving, “Or you can bond. If I had more time…” he sighs. “I'll leave it up to you.” He backs out of the room, eyes still on you, careful not to meet any of the alphas’ eyes.

Hoseok runs his hand up your calf, stopping at the knee.

“What do you want, baby?” Yoongi asks.

What do you want?

You wrap your arms tighter around your middle. What you want is to go back home and pretend none of this ever happened. What you want is to go back in time and never apply to work at BigHit. What you want….

What you want… is Hoseok’s hand to keep going higher.

“I don't even know you.” You're panting again and your voice is strained. They all stop touching you and tears prick the corners of your eyes.

“We won't make you, not if you don't want to.” Namjoon says from your side and the other two nod.

When you don't say anything - and how could you? What would you say? - they exchange sad glances and start to file out the door.

“We’ll send in Mark.” Hoseok says, one hand on the doorframe, as he looks back at you a little sadly. You can see the strain in their bodies. Hear it in his voice. The way they are obviously holding back from what you all need. For you.  

You don't expect it, the way it feels as if your soul has just been ripped out. You don't know how it's possible, but you want them. Crave them. Need them. “Wait!”  You cry out.

They are back in the room and within reach in an instant. “We can- we can get to know each other more later, right?” You try to grin, but in your current state it comes across as more of a grimace. Hot, burning, scorching, lust flashes through you and, raising goosebumps all over your already sensitive skin. “Ahhh, please Alphas!”

That's all it takes before they're touching you. Yoongi has a hand in your hair, Namjoon is trying to nuzzle your neck and Hoseok is attempting to crawl on the bed.

“Oh, baby, we’ll give you everything you could ever want.” Yoongi whispers before claiming your lips in a searing kiss.

You whimper, yes, yes, this is getting closer to what you want, what you need….

“This isn't going to work.” Hoseok says from the foot of the bed.

You can't help the strangled noise that leaves your throat and you pull away from Yoongi and into yourself. Won't work? They really don't want you? But but but…

“Hoseok, watch what you say.” Namjoon tells him. “Not like that, sweetheart. We want you. God, we want you.” He growls against your throat.

“Ah, jagi, I'm sorry.” Hoseok says, “I meant this setup won't work. The bed is much too small for all of us. I think we should move upstairs.”

“Mark…” you begin.

“Will understand.” Namjoon tells you, a growl forming in the back of his throat when he hears another man’s name fall from your lips.

“Besides, you're not going to be getting sleep anytime soon.” Yoongi says and licks the gland on your throat before scraping his teeth gently across it.

You double over and cry out at the sensation, at this point the sheets are damp from how turned on you are. You don't have the presence of mind to care, you're more concerned about how you're going to survive bonding with your alphas when it already feels like this.

Hoseok moans, “You smell so delicious sweetheart. I can't wait to get you to a proper bed.” He tells you and promptly buries his face between your thighs, over the sheets.

Your breath leaves you in a rush and you grab his head, threading your fingers through his dark brown hair and pushing your hips up. He licks the inside of your thigh and you can feel the warm puffs of his breath and the hot drag of his tongue through the thin covering. He mumbles something against your thigh, you think it's ‘so delicious’ but you can't really be sure because at the same time he nips you, Namjoon and Yoongi are nuzzling at the glands on your neck and laving them with their tongues.

Hoseok pulls away from you, his pupils are blown wide with desire, “This isn't, fuck, we need more room. Namjoon, can you carry her to our room?”

They pull away from you and Namjoon nods then picks you up, sheet and all. You don't really want to bring the sheet, but you’re glad for it. You might be wearing a decent sized t-shirt, but it’s still just a shirt and it barely covers your thighs, and you don't want to flash your assets at anyone who isn't one of the three men surrounding you.

Namjoon's arms around your legs are distracting, almost as distracting as the scent wafting over you from your alphas. You hold your breath, trying to get your thoughts to focus, just a little at least when something they said occurs to you, “Your- your room? I- fuck - where are we?”

“We’re still at the studio, baby.” Namjoon tells you, nuzzling the top of your head.

“The studio? But that was- rooms?” You know what you’re trying to say. What you’re trying to ask. If you were at BigHit, how were there rooms? And medical equipment? And Mark?

“We all have rooms here.”

“Things happen. They have to be prepared. Late night. Accidents. We have a room on the top floor.” Hoseok explains, voice tight as he stares at you.

“Ah- yeah- o- okay.” You say like you understand. And maybe you will. Later. Eventually. Right now you just need to be distracted and talking about rooms wasn’t helping. “What- what's your favorite color?”

You know if you can't keep your head, they won't keep theirs and you'll end up in a pile in the hall where anyone could come upon you. Your stomach tightens at the thought, anytime anywhere, let them see… an insidious voice that's more of a purr whispers across your mind.

No, no, no. Not this time at least.

Yoongi lets out a short laugh, “Are you trying to distract us?” His brown eyes might as well be black, the pupil has taken over so much of them.

You try for a grin; it seems to work, “Just, working on the get to know each other bit.” You're at the end of the hall and they can choose the elevator or the stairs. Secretly, you hope for the elevator, practically, you know you should take the stairs.

Hoseok hits the button for the elevator. “Green.” He answers as the elevator doors open.

“Purple.” Namjoon bites the answer out and his hold on you tightens as he walks into the waiting elevator. You’re pretty sure he's still sniffing your hair, his deep breaths hot against your scalp, and the constant low rumble coming from his chest is starting to make you consider the merits of elevator walls. “What's yours?”

You blink, what is your favorite color? Because right now it's the deep brown of Namjoon and Yoongi’s eyes and the warm brown of Hoseok's, but you know when you're more rational it's something completely different… “Blue!”

“Blue is good.” Yoongi answers and he's suddenly at your feet and before you can respond, he flips the sheet up, so it's bunched at your waist. He falls to his knees and moves closer to you. Namjoon's arm shifts before catching just under your knees and you’re completely cradled in his arms. You can no longer see Yoongi, but you feel him kneeling in front of your now exposed core.

“Mine is pink.” He growls out before burying his face in your slick cunt.

“ohmigod.” You're pretty sure something almost coherent came out of your mouth, but you also might have screamed. Your mind is hazy because Yoongi is placing hot open-mouthed kisses on your outer lips, licking and nipping as he goes. You try and squirm, wanting to push closer and pull away at the same time, but Namjoon is holding you tight and the most you can achieve is a slight shift. Yoongi growls and the vibrations make you attempt to squirm again and you're almost there… “please!”

You're not sure if you imagine his grin or if you actually feel it. But your plea seems to have done the trick and he licks your slit from bottom to top, dipping his tongue inside before circling it around your clit. Apparently done teasing you, he settles in, lapping and sucking at your cunt.

This time, you're pretty sure you scream.

“Really Yoongi?” Hoseok says from somewhere beside you.

“Jealous?” Namjoon asks.

“That it's Yoongi? No. That he gets to taste her first? A little.” Hoseok moves closer and wraps a hand in your hair and pulls your head back. “Oh, our little omega, do you have any idea what you're doing to us?”

You let out a whine and try and focus on his face. At the same time Yoongi latches onto your clit and sucks hard. You cry out as your orgasm rips through you. Eyes still locked with yours, Hoseok smirks before he leans down and kisses you, muffling your cry. He slowly pulls away with your bottom lip caught between his teeth, then releases you. Almost as if he knows Hoseok has let you go, Yoongi pulls away from you as well. He straightens and licks his lips as he smiles. You’re still throbbing from his ministrations and his chin is shiny from your juices and you stare. You thought that was something you only read about in those smutty romance novels. But here was the real live proof that it is possible. The sight of your orgasm coating his lips and chin has you keening and on edge again and as amazing as it had been, it wasn’t enough. You need more.

The combined sounds of heavy breathing and the scents of you and your alpha’s fill the elevator. You inhale deeply, and you aren’t the only one. You don’t know where you’re going, but you know you’re almost there. And that once you get off that elevator… nothing will ever be the same. Still, everything about it - you, them, this - feels right. You’re filled with a sense of rightness. You shudder, echos of your orgasm still rolling through you and Namjoon holds you closer. With his heart beating against your cheek, you know that there is no where else you’d rather be.

“When we get there,” Hoseok pauses and shares a look you don’t quite understand with the other two, “we want you to know we’ll take care of you. If you need something, just ask and if you don’t like something, tell us that too. Can you do that, jagi?”

You briefly meet each of their eyes before nodding, “I understand.” you say and the elevator doors open.

-pt 3-

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UNITED Exchange fic for @tangled23works

Hi @tangled23works

One of your requests was for Olicity and kids.  You inspired me to write my first Olicity kid fic.  Thank you for your challenge.  It turned out longer than I expected but I hope it’s all enjoyable.  There is a little bit of anxiety and worry, but most of it is pure fluff.

The story is set in a canon like environment but in my AU there are a few special features.  Elseworlds and Crisis never happened.  Curtis and Felicity sorted out their differences and became business partners.  Roy doesn’t suffer blood rage after being brought back to life using the Lazarus Pit. The Diggles have three children and I created this aspect of the story long before I watched Crisis.  Oliver knows how to run searches and is confident with other technical tasks using Felicity’s computers.

@icannotbelieveiamhere Liz

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Part 1 : Mia 3 months old

Felicity looked down at Mia in her arms. She didn’t know what time it was. All she knew was that Mia was having one of her many overnight breastfeeds. Mia was attached well and drinking her milk eagerly. It was a cool night and Oliver had wrapped a multi coloured wool blanket around her shoulders while she sat up in bed.

“Why can’t I do this?” Felicity sighed.

Oliver had a puzzled look on his face. He was sitting next to the bed ready to help Felicity when Mia needed a diaper change between sides. He had jumped out of bed as soon as Mia had cried and brought her straight to Felicity. Once the feed was over he would take Mia back to her cradle and settle her back to sleep. A few hours later the cycle would repeat all over again.

“I’m confused,” Oliver admitted. “You and Mia are doing great with breastfeeding. I think you ARE doing this.”

Felicity smiled.

“Mia and I have been really lucky these first few months. She learned how to breastfeed really quickly and I must have enough milk because the ARGUS nurses say Mia’s putting on sufficient weight…… I was so worried I wouldn’t be able to breastfeed. I read horror stories of feeding and expressing taking over and hour each time and very little break between one feed and the next. I’m enjoying our breast feeding. I love listening to her little gurgles and how she calms down the moment she senses me.”

“So what am I missing?” Oliver enquired.

“I wake up when Mia does, but I can’t get out of bed. Sometimes I almost fall asleep when she’s attached to me. If I didn’t have you watching me, I don’t know what would happen. You’re a wonderful dad.

Oliver smiled but he still seemed concerned. Felicity attempted to explain how she was feeling.

“I don’t understand why I can’t move at night while you jump out of bed and attend to Mia immediately. Even during the day I sometimes run out of energy. I used to be able to cope with only a few hours sleep a night when I worked during the day and became Overwatch at night. Why can’t I do the same thing now?”

Oliver nodded his head, finally understanding what Felicity was worried about.

“It’s a different type of sleeping pattern,” Oliver started. “After we finished saving the city each night, you were able to go home and sleep for one long block of time, even if that was less than a normal nights sleep. On the weekend we could usually catch up on some sleep and occasionally you got some rest time between work and helping me through the night.”

Oliver paused and Felicity started to remember how that mayhem had felt. It was completely different to the last three months of Mia’s non stop feed, play, sleep cycles.

“Back then, you knew roughly when you could sleep and when you would wake, aside from emergencies like the city being under siege. Now, you’re on a completely different timetable. You don’t know when you will be woken up and when you can sleep. Mia sets the timetable and we fit in with it. She’s totally dependent on us. That’s scary. Your body doesn’t know how to sleep and wake up full of energy. Your might adjust to being woken up every few hours, but hopefully Mia will start sleeping longer and you’ll get better rest.”

Felicity thought about Oliver’s words for a moment. It made sense. After a long night as Overwatch, she had been able to sleep soundly until her alarm went off in the morning for work. Coffee in the morning had helped wake her up but she’d had to cut down on the coffee while she was breastfeeding, and now she didn’t get the early morning rush the coffee gave her. Things started to fall into place and she gazed down at Mia again and smiled. Mia was worth all the long nights and exhausting days. Mia had filled Felicity’s life with joy and she loved finally having Oliver with her nearly all the time. Oliver’s wisdom made everything seem clearer, but the more she thought about it, the more she realised the explanation didn’t explain why Oliver was so good at tending to Mia during the night.

“Wait, what about you? How can you just jump out of bed, ready to do everything?”

Oliver laughed.

“I love jumping into action for my girls.”

“Yes you do, but there’s got to be more to it.”

Oliver sighed. “It’s still hard for me to talk about what happened on Lian Yu, but I think what’s been happening is because of my survival mode and alertness which never left me. On the island I taught myself to survive on short sleeps. If there was someone with me, we’d take it in turns to sleep so there was always someone to watch for danger. I didn’t have time to wake up slowly. If there was a threat, I had to jump straight into action. After Mia was born, those instincts took over again. I rarely go into a deep sleep for very long, so as soon as I hear Mia I can’t help but rush to her.”

Mia finished the first breast and Oliver took her in his arms to burp and change her diaper.

“You said once that nothing good happened on that island, but I’m glad you were able to gain so many skills which have helped all of us. I’m guessing most mums don’t have someone as energetic and eager as you to get up every night.”

“This time with you and Mia feels like my reward for all my struggles. These last three months have given me the most joy I’ve had in years. I barely feel the pain. I know it’s hard for you, but your determination and persistence with everything you do is amazing. You’ve taken on motherhood in the amazing manner you always have and you’re still doing multiple jobs”

Felicity watched Oliver change Mia’s diaper and smiled as he sang and whispered to her. Oliver was right. She was still doing multiple jobs. During some of the day Oliver watched Mia while Felicity worked in the secret room of their Bloomfield cabin. She was glad they had a safe house built by ARGUS and other covert organisations. It had lots of additional features you wouldn’t normally find in a traditional cabin in the woods.

Felicity had installed her Archer security system and had sensors and cameras throughout the cabin. She kept her searches going on the Ninth Circle, alerting ARGUS of whatever she discovered. She also worked on her business, Smoak Holt Dynamics. She and Curtis communicated by video feed and email and shared information across the internet. Felicity had encrypted everything so it couldn’t be traced. She had been determined to keep working after Mia was born.

“I don’t want my brain turning into mush,” she had told Oliver.

So far, things had been going to plan, however she was torn between spending time in the secret room and looking after Mia. Oliver was happy to look after Mia between feeds and Diggle and his three children had helped out as well.

Diggle and his family lived in a cabin a few minutes walk from their cabin. The Diggle’s cabin had a much bigger secret room where Lyla ran operations for ARGUS there. Her life had been threatened as well and this was the only way for her to stay with her family.

The twins, Sara and JJ had great fun playing with Mia and singing to her. Connor, their adopted son, loved to hold Mia in his arms and tell her how he was going to protect her all through her life. Felicity was glad they weren’t completely alone in Bloomfield.

There were also two other babysitters they could call on. Roy and Thea had gone into hiding after getting married. Their cabin was closer to town and Roy worked as a car mechanic. Whenever Felicity went to town, she had to refer to Roy as Jason. Most of the town people knew everyone was in hiding but she still wanted to respect Roy’s wishes.

Thea loved being an auntie and Felicity wondered how long it would be before she and Roy started their own family.

Oliver handed Mia back to Felicity. They still worked well as a team. Oliver had learnt all of Mia’s routines and loved being with Mia. Occasionally he fell asleep on the sofa with Mia in his arms but she knew he would protect her with his life.

After the feed Felicity slipped back down under the covers and tried to go back to sleep. Soon she felt a comforting arm around her, keeping her warm and safe.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“Always,” Oliver said softly.

Part 2: Mia 6 months old

“Archer, where is Mia?” Felicity cried out.

Felicity frantically ran around the cabin in Bloomfield looking for her six month old. She’d been putting books back on the bookshelf which Mia had pulled out earlier. The last time Felicity saw Mia she had been lying on the rug playing with little animals, but after her book sorting job was finished Mia had disappeared.

“Mia is behind the sofa,” Archer replied.

Felicity was glad she had been so thorough when she installed sensors all over the cabin, the yard and the surrounding areas.

Felicity crawled across the floor and looked at the narrow gap between the wooden wall and the sofa. Mia was there on her tummy, playing with her little panda.

“How did you get in there?” Felicity said in amazement. Mia looked up at her and smiled.

Felicity couldn’t help but smile back, even though she was more frustrated than happy. She wondered how she was going to rescue Mia. Oliver was in town at the Farmers Market and wouldn’t be back for another hour.

Suddenly, Felicity felt movement on the cabin veranda.

Archer’s voice broke the silence.

“John Diggle, Sara Diggle, JJ Diggle and Connor Hawke have entered the cabin,” Archer announced.

“Hi John, I’m so glad you’re here,” Felicity said.

“Where’s Mia?” Sara asked.

“Mia did a disappearing act. Somehow she managed to get behind the sofa,” Felicity replied.

Connor went to the opposite end of the sofa and looked at Mia excitedly.

“I can get her out,” he said boldly.

“Let Felicity and I move the sofa before you get Mia,” John instructed.

John and Felicity slowly and carefully moved the sofa while Connor kept his eyes fixed on Mia in case she ended up under the sofa. Connor quickly moved behind the sofa and brought Mia out and gave her a big cuddle.

“Were you scared of the sofa monster, Mia?”

Mia just laughed at Connor and gave him the panda. Connor waved the little animal in the air.

“Panda Panda Panda,” Connor said as Mia watched her toy moving up and down. He gave the panda back to Mia and handed her to Felicity.

“I’ll always save you Mia, no matter what you do.” Connor exclaimed.

“Can we play with Mia now,” Sara and JJ said together. The twins were adorable when they came up with the same words.

“Of course,” said Felicity, “But make sure she stays on the rug with you. Felicity put Mia on the rug a few feet away from the sofa and watched her pull herself around on her tummy as she gathered together all her animals.

“Is that crawling?” Felicity wondered. “I didn’t think babies could crawl as young as this. Plus it looks more like she’s pulling herself along rather than crawling. I thought she’d be only rolling around at this time but she’s doing much more than that.”

“She’s got really strong muscles,” Connor said proudly.

“I’m not sure it’s just strong muscles. I think she might have strong joints as well. John, would you watch Mia while I do a bit of research.”

“My pleasure, Felicity,” Diggle replied.

Felicity looked at his eyes. They had been through so much together and he had protected her for years. Maybe that’s why all his children wanted to protect Mia. Compassion for others came naturally to John’s children.

Felicity picked up her phone and typed a few searches into her web browser. She had a hunch about Mia’s skills, but she wanted to check her facts before she shared her theory.

Oliver arrived home while Felicity was still researching and started unpacking the shopping.

Sara, JJ and Connor were crawling around the floor with Mia, testing how quickly she could move from place to place. Mia squealed with delight as she moved between the children. She loved having friends.

“Uncle Oliver,” JJ said with excitement, “Mia’s a ninja! She disappeared in front of Auntie Felicity.”

Oliver looked at Felicity with a puzzled expression on his face.

“I was sorting out the bookshelf. Mia was on the rug one moment and behind the sofa the next. I thought she was just rolling a bit but she’s actually crawling and moving quite swiftly. She’s got really strong joints and I think she’s got extra mobility in them. I’ve watched her over the past few months and I can see her flexing her fingers a long way.”

“Like being double jointed?” Diggle suggested.

“Yes and no,” Oliver said. He looked at Felicity realising, what she’d been researching. “I’ll let you explain the rest.”

“It’s extremely rare for someone to have extra joints. I think Mia has joint hypermobility syndrome. It means she has joints that easily move beyond the normal range. I’m guessing she also has very flexible tendons and ligaments which means she has more control and mobility over her bones, muscles and joints. I think she inherited it from Oliver.”

Oliver smiled.

“I’ve always been like that, but I never learnt to use the ability until I was on the island. My training involved using my extra mobility to dislocate joints when needed.”

“Yes, you were always very good at that,” Diggle said.

“As long as you don’t teach Mia to do that, I don’t have a problem with her hypermobility. Aside from the fact that she’s going to be even more difficult to keep track of.”

“Does it hurt?” Connor asked.

Felicity wasn’t sure when Connor had started following their conversation. His connection to Mia seemed to be increasing each time he saw her.

“Some people get sore joints and they take medicine for the pain, other people have no symptoms and don’t need any extra help,” Felicity replied.

“I’ll start figuring out which training routines will work best for her,” Oliver said.

“Wait, she’s only 6 months old. Why would you start thinking about training her now?”

Felicity hoped that Mia would never have to use training skills to defend herself and would be spared from all the dangers they had faced.

“She loves activity. I’ve seen that even when she’s in her cot in the mornings, before I pick her up. I want her to be able to focus that energy. It will help her release frustration. Plus, me training Mia will give you extra time for Smoak Holt Dynamics, rest or whatever you feel you need.”

“Okay, I see what you mean,” Felicity sighed.

Oliver looked at JJ.

“JJ, would you like to wash the vegetables with me before I prepare dinner.”

“Yes please,” J.J replied. He loved getting his hands wet.

“I’ll put Mia down for a nap. She must be tired after all that crawling,” Felicity said.

Diggle smiled.

“Mia’s good for both of you,” he said.

“Definitely,” Felicity said. She picked up Mia and gave her a big hug. She carried her to her bedroom and laughed as she watched Oliver getting all the Diggle children involved in dinner preparations. She wondered whether Mia would inherit her cooking skills or Oliver’s. She was hoping Mia would take after Oliver.

Part 3: Mia 9 months old

JUMBO

Felicity stared at the online catalogue. Yes, Jumbo was exactly what she needed. She stared at the large wooden playpen. It had plenty of space for Mia to play in and she could probably stand herself up using the wooden bars and playpen surf around the hexagonal shape. She hadn’t started climbing out of her cot yet. Felicity was hoping it would be months before they had to worry about that problem. Mia was growing stronger and more flexible each day. If they purchased Jumbo, Felicity could watch Mia play in the cabin and work at the same time, without worrying about which storage units Mia would crawl into or kitchen appliances she would discover.

Roy had been delighted when he’d seen Mia moving around. He started to teach her basic parkour moves which she practised inside and outside the cabin. There were plenty of uneven surfaces and obstacles she could maneuver around. Roy had wanted to nickname her Little Speedy but Thea and Oliver didn’t want any part of Thea’s moniker being used.

Roy and Thea were happy to look after Mia while Felicity worked on Smoak Holt Dynamic projects and Oliver caught up with sleep during the day. She wondered whether Roy and Thea were thinking about starting their own family. They loved playing with Mia and the Diggle children. Roy had also taken John and Lyla’s children on parkour expeditions in the woods around the cabin.

Mia still woke up each night and Oliver looked after her. Sometimes Felicity didn’t wake up at all during these times. Felicity had been expressing milk after each breast feed and had been putting it in bottles which Oliver used for the night feeds. The sleep deprivation had finally caught up with him and he usually slept for a few hours during the day.

They were probably going to need more babysitters.

Felicity looked longingly at Jumbo but decided not to buy it. The wooden bars made it look like a prison. She and Oliver had seen too many prisons in their lives and she didn’t want Oliver experiencing any flashbacks when he looked at Mia inside Jumbo.

Felicity went back to her searches on the Ninth Circle and wondered how they were going to keep Mia safe while she explored the world around her.

Part 4: Mia 15 months old

Felicity and Oliver were cuddled up on the sofa watching Mia show her latest trick to Roy and Thea. At 15 months she was walking confidently and she was showing off by walking between Roy and Thea who were standing at opposite ends of the room. Each of them would hug Mia and she would squeal with delight.

Felicity was tired. More tired than she’d ever been. The good news was that now she wasn’t confused. She knew why she was so tired. It had taken her months to figure it out, however.

Mia had stopped drinking breast milk just after her first birthday. Felicity had been hoping to breastfeed for much longer but there wasn’t much she could do once Mia made up her mind. At 13 months, Mia had started sleeping through the night. Felicity was delighted to get extra sleep but no matter how much sleep she got, she still felt exhausted half way through the day. She’d fallen asleep during a video call with Curtis. He’d been chatting about his husband Nick and the vacation they were planning and Felicity had dozed off when Curtis started rambling on about the troubles of finding a direct flight to Bermuda.

Curtis had eventually realised Felicity was asleep and sent a message to Oliver’s phone. Oliver had carried Mia into the secret room, hoping she wouldn’t remember going in there, and woken Felicity up. Felicity had wished Curtis well on his travels before letting Olive take her to the bedroom. Mia appeared confused but happy to have her mum back.

Later that day, one of the ARGUS doctors had visited for Mia’s regular check up. She asked Felicity whether her menstrual cycle had resumed, but Felicity couldn’t remember when she’d had her last period. The doctor suggested a pregnancy test. While they waited for the results, Felicity had called Oliver over so they could get the news together. She felt bad about the fact that she had kept her first pregnancy a secret from Oliver. This time she wanted Oliver to know as soon as she did.

They were all delighted with the positive result. Even Mia seemed to sense the excitement and started babbling.

“There’s another baby coming, Mia.” Oliver said.

“Ba Ba Ba Ba, “ Mia replied.

Felicity looked at Mia with awe, suddenly realising she was the first one to know her brother or sister was on the way.

“Mia knew,” Felicity said to Oliver.

Oliver looked at her strangely.

“Mia stopped breastfeeding when she turned one. Breastmilk changes taste when a woman gets pregnant again. Mia knew there was something different.”

“Amazing,” Oliver said. He looked over at Mia, “You’re going to be as smart as your mum.”

Oliver kissed Felicity on the cheek as they watched Roy start another activity with Mia. Roy was trying to get her to balance on one leg. Felicity wondered what Roy was up to.

Thea turned towards Oliver and Felicity.

“If she can balance on one leg, she can kick with the other,” Thea explained.

Felicity turned to Oliver. “Isn’t she too young?”

“I think she’s okay. We’ll make training like a game. If Mia gets tired or frustrated we’ll stop. Once she’s older, we’ll start explaining what we’re doing.”

“Shall we call Autie Nyssa?” Thea asked.

“No,” Felicity replied, “We have enough experts with us. If I was alone at the cabin with Mia I’d definitely reach out to Nyssa. Now that all of you are with us, I think we’ll manage with Mia’s training.”

Felicity couldn’t believe how well things had worked out. It was wonderful to have their family and friends so close. She wasn’t sure how she was going to cope when her next baby was born however.

“We’re definitely going to need more babysitters after the next baby arrives,” Felicity said.

“Have you talked to the ARGUS babysitters John and Lyla suggested?” Oliver asked.

“Not yet,” Felicity replied. “I know they’ve been security checked but I’d prefer family and friends looking after Mia and our new baby. I’m just not sure how we’re going to cope.”

“We’ll cope. It’ll be tricky with Thea’s baby due at the same time. I have a couple of ideas. Give me a chance to figure things out.”

“Okay,” Felicity sighed as she rubbed her belly.

“Precious cargo” Oliver whispered in her ear.

Felicity put both arms around Oliver and kissed him intensely.

Part 5: All together now

Felicity screamed as she pushed.

She lay with the multi coloured woollen blanket around her. The same blanket which had kept her warm during Mia’s birth.

“Not long now Felicity,” said one of the ARGUS midwives calmly.

“I don’t understand,” Felicity said, “My labour with Mia took ages. Why is this one coming so fast? Thank goodness you arrived so quickly.”

“Your body knows what to do now. Labour is usually quicker the second time around. Okay Felicity, it’s time to push again.”

Felicity lost complete track of time after that. Oliver held her hands and spoke softly to her. Felicity wondered if a boy or a girl was on their way. This time she and Oliver had decided not to find out the sex of the baby before the birth. They wanted this to be a surprise.

Felicity kept pushing when directed. She heard a scream and her new baby was placed on her tummy.

“Congratulations. You have a baby boy.”

“Lucas,” Oliver and Felicity said together.

“Mia’s going to love her baby brother.” Felicity said.

The next few minutes passed quickly as one midwife examined Lucas while the other midwife helped Felicity deliver the afterbirth.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps along the corridor.

Mia burst in the door with Lyla close behind.

“Baby. Baby. Baby,” Mia screamed with delight.

“I’m sorry,” Lyla said, “I gave Mia a hug when we heard your baby screaming but she wriggled away somehow.”

Mia rushed to Felicity and Oliver. The midwife who had been looking after Lucas handed him to Felicity. He was wrapped in a yellow blanket and a green bonnet was keeping his head warm.

“Mia,” Oliver said, “This is your new brother, Lucas.”

“Hi Lucas,” Mia said timidly, “Why you wrinkly?”

“Your face was wrinkly when you were born,” Felicity replied.

“Was I tiny?” Mia asked.

“You were tinier,” Felicity replied.

“Now I big strong.”

Mia lifted her arms in the air.

Felicity laughed.

“You are very strong.”

John Diggle appeared in the doorway surrounded by Sara, JJ and Connor.

“I rang Roy,” John said, “They’ll be here soon.”

By the time all the Diggle children had a look at Lucas there were more visitors. Lucas was sleeping soundly by then.

Roy and Thea entered the room. Thea was holding her new baby wrapped in a red blanket.

“Hello Tommy,” Felicity said to the one month old, “This is your cousin, Lucas.”

“He’s beautiful,” Thea cried.

“It’s great to have everyone together,” Roy said.

Oliver looked worried. Felicity wondered what he was thinking about.

A proximity alert went off on Oliver and Felicity’s phones.

“I’ll check it out,” Oliver said. “Roy, Thea, you’re on guard.”

“Of course,” Roy replied.

Roy grabbed Felicity’s phone and gave it to her. He stood at the door and kept his eyes between the corridor and the window. Thea held Tommy and Mia close to her.

A minute later there was another alert on the phone.

“All clear,” Felicity said.

Everyone relaxed. Mia and the babies hadn’t even noticed there was a problem.

Felicity heard Archer announcing visitors entering, but the volume level was too low for her too hear any names. She made a note to herself to investigate why the volume had changed. She wasn’t expecting any other visitors, but Oliver sending the all clear alert meant the situation was under control.

Suddenly a tall, dark haired woman, all dressed in black, appeared in the doorway. Mia hid behind the other side of the bed. She wasn’t used to seeing strangers in the cabin.

“Who you?” Mia shouted.

Nyssa smiled.

“Hello Mia. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” she started and then turned to Felicity and Lucas. “Greetings sister wife and my new step son.”

“I thought you annulled the League marriage?” Felicity said puzzled.

“Yes, but I swore to protect Oliver and his entire family, so I use these terms with respect and fondness,” Nyssa declared.

“Thank you. But why are you here and who turned down the volume on Archer?“ Felicity asked beginning to get suspicious.

“That would be my fault on both questions,” Oliver said as he entered the room side by side with Nyssa.

Felicity knew there was definitely something going on now. Oliver and Nyssa were standing so close together she knew there was something happening behind them.

“As Husband here, phrased it, I was transporting ‘more precious cargo’. Our route took longer than expected,” Nyssa explained.

Oliver and Nyssa took a step apart to reveal a tall, fair haired teenager.

“William!” Felicity cried as she gave him a hug. Oliver held Lucas while they embraced.

Mia had hidden behind the bed again when William appeared.

“Mia,” Felicity said softly, “This is your big brother, William.”

“Hi kiddo,” William waved to Mia.

“Yippee,” Mia cried, “ Two new brothers.”

Mia climbed on the bed to take a closer look at William. Mia looked from William to Nyssa.

“Why black,” Mia said, pointing at the clothing William and Nyssa were wearing.

“Nyssa said it would hide us when we travelled in the dark,” William explained. “We’ve been walking for 3 days and before that we travelled by truck and train, in the cargo section.”

“It was the only way to keep you safe,” Nyssa said.

“I’m sorry this took so long to organise,” Oliver said, “Samantha’s parents made things very difficult and they didn’t understand why everything had to be arranged via phone and video conference.”

“I wanted to come back to you for a long time but my grandparents wouldn’t let me contact you. I found out they’d been keeping your messages from me.” William said.

Felicity had allowed Oliver to use her secret room in the last few months to check her searches and assist with Smoak Holt Dynamics duties. She realised he’d been doing a great deal more with his time.

“Thank you.”

Felicity was crying with joy.

“You asked for more babysitters who were family members. William is staying with us for as long as he likes, Nyssa will be here for a few months, but I’m not sure how long our third babysitter will be staying here.”

“Third?” Felicity said in amazement.

A middle aged woman with blonde hair and a hot pink and gold dress rushed into the room.

“Bubbe’s here! Hello bebbies!”

Mia hid underneath the bed overwhelmed with all the visitors.

“Mum!” Felicity cried, “How did you get here?”

“I have no idea,” Donna said in confusion. “One minute I was in my kitchen. The next minute I was on the porch standing next to William.”

“You got the Flash express,” William said in awe, “When do I get to meet the Flash and why didn’t the Flash bring me here?”

“It’s complicated,” Oliver said.

William laughed.

“Okay. I’ll let you say that for once.” William conceded.

“I’ll arrange a meeting with The Flash when I can,” Oliver said apologetically.

“I think we shall leave Oliver and his family alone while the rest of us get acquainted,” Nyssa announced.

Everyone started to leave until only Oliver, Felicity, Mia, Lucas and William were left in the room.

Oliver rescued Mia from under the bed and placed her on the bed next to Felicity and Lucas. He walked over to the wardrobe in the corner of the room. He opened the wardrobe and brought out a large brightly coloured parcel.

Mia stared in amazement at the present.

Felicity looked at her daughter.

“Mia, this is a present for you from Lucas. I think you’re ready for it now.”

“Thank you, Lucas” Mia said as she started tearing the wrapping paper excitedly.

Mia gazed at the tiny bow and arrow set which Felicity and Oliver had made for her.

“Mia hands strong?”

“Yes, very strong,” Oliver said.

“Mia love slapping water.”

Felicity laughed remembering the water slapping stories Oliver and Roy had told her. True to his word, Oliver had made training fun for Mia and she’d been incredibly enthusiastic. She loved water play and the slapping routine had come naturally to her.

“Hey Dad, will you teach me archery as well?” William asked.

Oliver looked at William proudly.

“Of course,” Oliver agreed, “But you’ll need a bigger bow.”

Felicity, Oliver, Mia and William laughed.

“It’s so wonderful to have everyone together,” Felicity said.

“I will always keep us together,” Oliver said.

Felicity knew they would get through everything together. She wondered why she had ever been afraid.

“Okay time to fix Archer,” Felicity said.

“No, time for you to rest. We’ll all look after Mia and Lucas,” Oliver said.

William looked at Felicity, his eyes full of joy.

“May I sit with you…….Mum…..?” William asked.

“Of course…..Always, “ Felicity smiled as she leaned back on the pillow. William held Felicity’s hands as she put her head back on the pillow and relaxed.

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