#had to do without the BOOTH permanently

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

The Inspector has gone without a working BOOTH in the past and has lost the BOOTH for a few episodes here and there.

But, what if there were no BOOTH to use to travel across spacetime?

#Inspector Spacetime #The Alleged Car (trope) #The Alleged Car #BOOTH #DARSIT #X 7 Dimensioniser #X 7 #what if #the Inspector (character) #had to do without the BOOTH permanently #no travel through spacetime #would sort of infringe upon the programme's title #gone without a working BOOTH #lost the BOOTH #a few episodes here and there #would never happen #even if they were able to write adventures that didn't require time or space travel

[princessbrunette]

oofff flashing criminal!rafe through the divider glass when you visit him in prison 🥰🥰🥰

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you promise yourself you won’t cry, and you don’t — brows etched in a permanent knit as the stoic officer leads you through to the visitation centre. you’re seated infront of a glass window and a telephone, awaiting the men in uniform to escort your boyfriend into the room.

he’d been in jail for a few weeks now, and today was finally the day you were able to visit him. it had been long and lonely without him, your communication wittled down to measly 2 minute phone calls that was likely listened in on by guards or other prisoners. you’d only hoped he had been doing okay, trying to put the horror stories you’d heard of prison out of your mind.

they bring in rafe, the man looking already more bulky from his time away, head shaved and orange uniform worn lazily, the shirt open to reveal a wife beater. you try to swallow down the urge to fully check him out, the concern getting the better of you as you snatch the phone to your ear, staring at him with wide glassy eyes. a smirk tugs at his lips at the eagerness as he raises his own to his ear.

“hi, baby.” his voice comes through drawled but clear as day.

“hi, are you okay in there? do you need me to send you anything? i— i just recently got in touch with this lawyer who said there may be a loophole —”

“yeah uh, let’s not talk about that a’ight? another time. i’m… i’m in here now, okay so— let’s just talk. normal shit.” he raises his eyebrows, to show it’s not a request but more so a demand— however at the end his expression melts into a reassuring smile. you sink a little in your seat, sucking in a deep breath.

“yeah, sorry.” you shake your head and he waves you off with a hand to show he didn’t mind, leaning back in his seat with his legs spread a little, phone still pressed to his ear. you stare at eachother in silence for a moment before he speaks again. “that dress… i haven’t seen that one.”

“its new.” you nod, looking down at yourself. he presses a few fingers over his lips, nodding slowly as he stares at the way the fabric is taught around your chest.

“mm… walkin’ round lettin’ other guys see you like that, huh?” he speaks but it’s soft, like he’s not really accusing you of anything — but old habits die hard. you frown, shaking your head anyway and he returns your gaze with his eyes hung low.

“wore it for you.”

“yeah…” he glances at the robotic officers stood stationed at the back of the booth, minding their business whilst simply doing there job. “why don’t you uh… gimme somethin’ to remember when i head back in? hm?” he cocks his head, eyes jumping down to your chest again.

“like what?” you sit forward slightly. you wanted to help him with whatever you could, you just wasn’t so sure what he was getting at.

“like… why don’t you pull that dress down for a sec? just real quick baby, i’m tryna see something.” he lowers his voice, and your eyes naturally flutter at the nasally rich-boy drawl that comes through the phones receiver. you burst into a giggle, looking around at the other visitors.

“rafe!” you sweetly scold, and whilst his lips jump up just a tad, he sits forward like he means business.

“m’not joking, okay? look if— if i could reach through this glass n’grab those fuckin’ titties right now i would, but i can not so i’m beggin’ you to work with me here. you don’t know what it’s like in here, kid — i’m a man starved, a’ight, please.” he drops his voice even more to hiss in a desperate whisper and you look around, wetting your lips as you consider making your move.

you return your gaze to him, and as your dress was strapless all you had to do was pull it down. you giggle mischievously as you do so, pushing your tits together with your hands, squeezing at them a little before yanking your dress up after you suspected the officer taking peeks. rafe grins, pleased — before shifting in his seat, adjusting his crotch area and glancing around. “mm, s’what i’m talkin’ about baby.”

“i miss you.” you’re still giggling, the smiling gently fading into a pout and he presses his lips together with a nod.

“miss you too. when i get outta here it’s fucking over for you, hope you know that. don’t expect to be walkin’ for a few days. that’s a damn promise.”

“well, i look forward to it, big bad rafe cameron.”

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt #criminal!rafe #prisoner!rafe

[softpine]

shows up extremely late to the @tricoufamily cas challenge with a half baked mafia concept like just hear me out guys hear me out....

dynamic: mentor/mentee genre: crime

sim 1: DONNA trait: boisterous hair color: platinum blonde hair length: medium extra: glasses

sim 2: CHIARRA trait: jealous hair color: dark brown hair length: extra long extra: freckles

i don't know a single goddamn thing about the mob, i've never even watched the sopranos ❗❗ now that we've gotten that out of the way

it's the late 80s, and chiarra (brunette) is fresh out of cosmetology school and looking for a job as a hair stylist. she ends up renting a booth at a salon on one condition: the property owner, a man with major ties to the mob, wants to take her on a date first. she's charmed by his charisma and loves how close he is with his family, something chiarra never had much of. within a year, the two are married and chiarra has ingratiated herself in the community, however she's quite unpopular with the other ladies. she's seen as a gold digger and an outsider because she didn't grow up in this life. but her job as a hair stylist is secured permanently thanks to her husband.

this is how she meets donna (blonde). donna is kind of a big fucking deal from what chiarra has heard through the grapevine, so she gets nervous and ends up badlyyy messing up her hair the first time she comes in to the salon. she's surprised to find that donna thinks it's hilarious – but she warns her that not everyone would've taken it so lightly, especially because chiarra's husband is not an incredibly influential person to begin with, unlike donna's husband who's like. the boss. but donna takes a liking to her, something the other wives find equal parts annoying and frightening.

through the early years of chiarra's marriage, donna acts as a mentor figure and a listening ear because she's been through it many years ago. but there comes a point where chiarra discovers her husband has been cheating on her, and she's shocked when donna waves it off as something that just sort of happens to all of them. chiarra becomes furious and refuses to accept this when she's been nothing but loyal to him. but instead of confronting her husband, possibly losing her marriage and the new family she's gained, she makes the decision to follow in his footsteps. she carries out secret affairs for a while; just one night stands and brief flings, so her husband won't get suspicious. donna finds it entertaining and turns it into a game, often covering for her. she's always been a gossip, so it's easy for her to keep an ear out for what people are saying about chiarra and deflect suspicion if she needs to.

one night, while their husbands are away, the wine starts flowing and the two of them just go for it. it's quick and they don't even particularly enjoy it because the guilt creeps in almost immediately. in decades of marriage, donna has never betrayed her husband no matter how many times he's done the same. and though chiarra is no stranger to stepping out of her marriage, she hasn't had romantic feelings for anyone but him since they've been together, let alone feelings for another woman.

donna and chiarra try to put some space between themselves, but they both know it's too little too late – and considering they've been inseparable since they met, their distance draws more suspicion than their closeness ever had. without donna there to protect her, chiarra is forced to realize just how disliked she is in her community, and how much donna had been doing to bolster her image. but she doesn't just want everything to go back to normal, she wants more than that. she's determined to make sure donna knows what she's missing out on, taking every opportunity to make her jealous and push her buttons.

this push and pull between them continues until donna learns that her husband has been arrested for racketeering and other crimes -- and it seems that the charges are actually going to stick this time. worst of all, the latest gossip is that chiarra had something to do with it. but is this just chiarra's bad reputation preceding her? would she really do something so dangerous and hurtful just to get donna back? and if it's true, what is donna going to do in retaliation?

thanks for reading my wattpad story :3 r&r plz xDD

#one of my favorite dynamics is ''we had bad forgettable sex 1 time and now we can never be normal again :///'' #many such cases #ts4 #why is ts4 trending right now

[bon2bonn]

May I request a Charles and/or Max soulmate au imagine/fic based on the song “IDK You Yet” by Alexander 23? Like it starts out angsty then fluffy at the end? Pretty plz 🫶

IDK You Yet

I love this song ❤️

Charles leclerc X female!reader X Max Verstappen

Words count : 4.9k

Music bounced around the crowded club , people danced around to the loud beats in a joyous haze , most are drunk off their minds and the rest are getting there . lights flashing on the dance floor which is full to the brim , everyone danced and celebrated to their hearts content, all but Charles and Max, both tucked away in a booth by the corner trying to block away the world around them .

The night started off on a good note, or at least it felt like that for Daniel who managed to convince them to go out 'he basically dragged them out' , as everyone was ready to kick them out of their own home at this point , not for the lack of trying but both of them made it impossible to deal with, untill Danny stepped in , or more like accurately barged in to snap them out of the depressing hole they dug themselves into . the first round of drinks helped a bit but as the night went on the tight feeling on their chests kept them alert , and it progressively got worse to the point they had to sit back to calm their racing hearts down .

They couldn't help how they felt , or when they felt it , that's how their soul bond works , it's an inate component of their souls, they can feel the other's emotions and their share their moods to some extent, like a two way road (in Charles and Max's case it's three) with no stop signs or filters to tone it down , specially when the emotions are strong enough every end will get their share of theses emotions and the closer they are the stronger it hits .

Everyone have them , but it varies from one bond to the other , in some rare cases they could be up to more than six sharing the same bond . And in other cases , although it's very rare some face the unfortunate fate of not having any bond due to losing the said soulmate/s before developing the connection or , being born without a soul bond to begin with.

every bond is almost the same in it's essence , the pull that alert the other of their soulmate is almost permanent, increasing with how close they are like a steady humming in the heart and mind , until it finally turn into contentment the moment they finally find eachother and fulfil the bond , and that nagging feeling kept the two on the edge of their seats the whole weekend, both feeling drained and anxious and mostly irritated by not being able to do anything about it .

They knew their bond wasn't complete, the marks that they share , indicating a third part of their whole , another person that they're yet to find , yet to know , a missing piece that it's place is filled with that empty void that their bond been missing since they met , but at least they had eachother to confined in .

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She sat at one of the tables with her friends who were busy chatting and catching up , having her appetite ruined before they even got there made her pick at her plate trying to ignore the nagging words that 'Leia' one of her 'friends' who kept subtly and obviously throwing at her whenever she get the chance to gush about her newfound soulmate ,and the fact that 'Y/N' didn't find hers yet made her feel over the moon to find her soulmate first and made Sure to rub it on everyone else's face just cause she thought she can " my soulmate this ..... " And " my soulmate that .......".

And while everyone was fed up with her shitty attitude and stuck up words they chose to ignore her , fearing to be targeted instead , so they let their friend 'bonnie' who won't hesitate to shut her down whenever she got brave enough to pick on 'Y/N' , again , reminding her in a cold tone " keep talking Shit Leia , you know how that's gonna end for you " and that would humble her back into her place with her mouth shut and fists clenched .

The others tried to lighten up the mood gushing about the trip , the food and the places they went , all seven friends agreed on a relaxing 4 days , no work , no disturbance just them having the time of their lives , ending their getaway with a quite , relaxing and very lavish dinner in Monte Carlo as a little treat before they say goodbye and head their way back home , But obviously 'leia' wasn't done , she was far from done , taking the opportunity of bonnie excusing herself from the table taking a phone call from her soulmate/soon to be husband who was also happened to be in Monaco , both agreed that they needed the break before they lose their minds over flowers arrangements and venues reservation, and to stay for a couple of weeks before jumping back to the preparations.

She encouraged him to go out and have some fun with his friends, but now he's stuck with two miserable soulmates , and a drunk lando who kept asking the DJ for drinks thinking he was the bartender , and a slightly tipsy Carlos who's somewhere on the dance floor having the time of his life , leaving him the only sober , sane , and pretty much done for the Night .

Now usually 'leia' won't risk running her mouth, but tonight she didn't hesitate , finding courage before turning arrogantly with a smug smile on her face as she pinned her sight on her target as she addressed the rest of the table with an overly sweet tone " so! , how's life been with your soulmates guys?" Giving yn a pointed look before she gasped innocently feigning guilt" oh , I'm so sorry babe! I didn't mean any offence!, with your situation and all " giving her a pitiful look while waving her hand dismissively, which caused the others to look away uncomfortably before they try to dismiss the awkward pause , Madison spoke first " life been quite busy so it's almost the same with that and you know......" But Y/N cuts her off while looking at Leia " Leianne, can I know why you're so keen on spoiling every outing ? " Leia had the audacity to raise an eyebrow, challenging her to say more but deep down she was shocked with the sudden confidence " honey, I don't know what you're saying but if anyone is spoiling our outings the whole time, is you , and might I add your depressive aura " looking around the table as everyone else looked down at the jab , but she didn't stop there as she harshly called out " it's not anyone's fault but yours that you're too fucking up to not have a soulmate, so why do we have to walk on eggshells around you to not spoil our day ? " Everyone was now looking at Leia like she finally lost her mind , the people sitting around were giving her judging looks and even some of the staff serving around stopped and stare .

Yn wasn't fazed as she asked " you had the same situation untill weeks ago , yet I don't see any of us treating you any less than proper human should ,but you don't seem to find any problem in treating me specifically like shit , and I'm honestly tired of your backhanded remarks and petty comments about everything and anything I do " , Leia rolled her eyes and leaned back into her chair " well if you're such a crybaby who can't take a joke , and count on others to defend you all the time , you could just leave, no one is dying for you to stay anyway , they all feel the same way but are just too nice to tell you the truth , even your little bonbon is over your sabby act " , a laugh came from behind making her swallow her tongue in regret , everyone else looked behind Leia where bonnie stood with her hands on her hips and face in a unreadable expression , an older gentleman stood behind her with his hands clapped behind his back and a deep frown upon his face , and moments later a couple of security stood behind him .

Bonnie kept her stance and tilted her head aside grinning wide with a menacing look in her eyes " her little bonbon is tired of what exactly ? " Leia stammered and looked around in desperation for anyone to stand on her side but none of them did , making bonnie do the same and look at their friends who avoided her eyes in shame before turning back to Leia " oh so now you're talking on my behalf, it always amaze me how low you could get with your pity but this is whole new low even for you " then pointed at the rest of the table " if I'm being honest they're not any better than you , being a bully and not standing up to one when you can are almost the same , I really wished I could say I expected better than this from you guys but I know I couldn't with you stuck up so far up her bullying ass " she then turned to her best friend and smiled gently " ready to head out Hun ?" Making the other grin back and took her bag and coat and stood up " more than I'll ever be " looking around the table one last time " this will be the last time I'm talking to or contacting any of you , I really hoped this trip would be different, but I guess not everything can be mended, have a lovely evening and I wish you all safe journey back home " bonnie did the same and slung her jacket over her shoulder and picked up one of the wine glasses " same here , and consider yourselves uninvited to my wedding and everything else, Cheers, bitches! " Raising the glass up before gulping all of it in one go , then turned to the standing man and gave him an apologetic smile after shaking his hand " I must apologize for such behaviour Nicola " he shook his head and turned to her friend bowing his head in apology " it's us who should be apologizing for not stepping in faster to stop such act in our facility , we do not tolerate such behaviour nor language towards any of our clients, and I will personally see to this , I apologize once again Miss L/N , and would hope to see you in our humble facility once again " she gave him a gentle smile in return, taking his hand in hers and assured him " don't worry Nicola, I'll always come back no matter what, and no need to apologize for anything, it was about time to deal with this matter and I'm the one who should be apologizing for things going a bit out of hand , please send our greetings to Ella , it's been a long time since we last saw her and we'll try to stop by soon " he squeezed her hand in appreciation and nods at them , stepping aside to let them head their way , telling bonnie with a smile " and tell that husband of yours he owes me a rematch " she laughed at the fiery look in his eyes " I'm sure he'll show up any day now , and let me remind you he did beat you twice last time to no wins " , he rolled his eyes in dismissal " ah , that's what he keeps saying , I'll make him pay next time don't worry, this old man still got some skills and luck in him " both girls giggled at his claim , waving at him then linked their arms and made their way out with wide grins upon their faces , as much as it hurts to let people go, they felt relieved with such heavy burden off their chests.

Nicola's smile dropped when he turned back to the remaining seated girls on the table, starting with Leia who refused to let their words break her act , and called out for her and everyone around to hear " Miss , I'll have to ask you to leave this facility at once , along with your friends, please" gesturing for them to head out politely, but Leia didn't seem to like his tone or being the one in the wrong, so she asked while feigning innocence after glaring at her friends marking them sit back down after collecting their belongings and asked " we're not going anywhere, for we did nothing to deserve that , so may I ask why you asking me this ? " He gave a thoughtful humm aware of such behaviour, having dealt with tons of the same specimen and was capable of detecting such attitude and how to deal with it .

He took a seat on the other side across from her and crossed one leg over the other and talked calmly " in this establishment we do not tolerate such behaviour towards any of our clients , specially not regarding their private lives or being treated in such way as you did earlier, and upon the concerns of my attending staff , along with our dear guests tonight I see fit that you and your friends here must be removed with a request of not coming back here or to any of of our other establishments with a notice to be prohibited, so once again I'm asking you to please leave " , she felt her face heat up for being called out so publicly and be humiliated for Y/N's sake out of everything, and called with a raised voice full of anger " where is your manager!? , I need to speak to a supervisor who can put a stop to this shit show ! You can't just kick me out because of her ! , she's nothing but a whining bitch who can't live with no attention around her! " He smiled at her outburst and pointed his hand towards his chest making her look in confusion , but it turned into more embarrassment when he answered " I am the manager, and owner of this place and every other establishment you'll be banned from in the future, and after such foul words I'm only giving you exactly three minutes to make your way out or these gentlemen right here will help you out " the three guards stepped up and uncrossed their arms , ready to step in when ordered, the other girls apologized quietly and hurried out with not even a glance her way , leaving her gaping like a fish out of water felling ashamed and beyond humiliated for being left out alone , he called out again " let this be you wake up call to look back at all your past actions , you may feel empowered when looking down on others , but eventually that'll lead you to a deadened , and sooner than later you'll find yourself alone with no one to turn to , you've just lost two incredible friends, if not more if I could say so about the others , but you're still young, make today be a lesson for your future " he then stood , adjusted his suit and left her sobbing whilst trying to collect herself and belongings to leave , walking out with her head down as everyone looked at her with glares and judging eyes , whispering as she passed them and quickly moved to the exit .

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The two girls made their way down the busy streets passing by restaurants ,bars, and nightclubs along the way , stopping to get some food after their dinner plans went down the drain and ate as they kept walking around aimlessly, but that walk was cut short when Bonnie's phone started blaring out , she huffed trying to get it out of her bag and almost drop it while doing so with her hands trying to balance her burger in one and a large milkshake in the other , so her friend took it upon herself to get it out for her and balance it on her ear as she spoke after taking a big sip from her shake " Danny, my love , babe , someone better be dying for you to cut off my date with the most delicious meal I've ever had ! " Making her best friend giggle and make a disgusted face when he shouted down the phone " I thought I was the most delicious meal you've ever had!? " She shrugged and made a " meh! " sound making him gasp in betrayal " that's been a lie !? , what else you've been lying to me about !? , you know what ! I want a divorce! " She rolled her eyes " you have to marry me first to ask for a divorce dump ass, and FYI , I'll be taking more than half of your money and runaway and marry my true love N/N " said girl greeted " hi Dan! " He greeted back with a smile in his voice " N/N ! Hi ! My worthy rival ! I missed you ! " , " I missed you too Dan, how's your Vacation going? " He groaned and answered miserably " I should've gone with you guys instead , spa days and shopping sounds great, instead I'm stuck with these losers and they're ruining my fun and I'm about to ditch their drunk asses , so can you two please, pretty please, with a cherry on top help me get them home ? " Bonnie scoffed at the phone and took another loud sip and asked " what in it for us ? " He sighed and tried to gain their sympathy " you're taking advantage of this poor tired and miserable guy ? , even in this time of need ....... " , Both girls cuts him off " yes " , he winced dramatically " so cruel " to which Y/N asked " he's insulting us ? " Bonnie nods " seems so " making his add quickly " me!? , I wouldn't dare ! , but please help me before I lose what I have left of my sanity! " Shouting at someone in the back " Lando ! Get your ass back here you little shit! " Then plead again at the phone " please" .

The girls took pity on him and agreed to help but not before making sure he knew he'll compensate them for cutting their night out short .

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About 8 minutes later they found their way to club parking lot , and two minutes later Daniel appeared with a passed out lando on his back and Carlos leaning against him to avoid running through a wall , again . He gave a relieved sigh at the sight of them waiting outside , greeting them warmly after dumping Lando on the back of his car and helping Carlos to the passenger door, snapping his head back at the entrance where he left the other two waiting in a drunken mess , mumbling about their missing part and other things he couldn't catch on as he dragged them out " come on you two, Bonnie and N/N are waiting out , you don't want her to come get you herself do you now ? " Max mumbles" bonbon is here ? " Making Danny nod at him " yeah she is and she's about to burst in and drag you out so move it " that got them to cooperate a bit and finally let him lead them out to the barking lot towards his car " why the hell did we park so far away ? " but none of them heard him as he got shoved aside after they stopped in their tracks when they saw her standing there .

She was leaning against the car , talking to bonnie who was standing across from her leaning against lando's car , both grinning wide while looking at lando who had his head out the window and was blabbing on about something making them laugh at it before he waved at them , receiving waves back before he laid back down on the seat . The quiet humming of their bond got louder than ever , making their hearts beat stronger and their breathing harder, Charles grabbed Max's arm tightly mouth parting and closing in attempt to get anything out , his soulmate nods in understanding whispering out one thing they both knew " it's her " .

On the other side she was breathing heavily, hand over her heart and leaned forward at the sudden shock her eyes willing up with tears and she couldn't help the sob she let out , bonnie called out when she saw her about to double over " N/N , hey , what's wrong babe ? Y/N !? " Lowering her down and fell on her knees beside her in distress, attempting to calm her friend and herself but didn't know how , she wasn't aware of the hurried steps coming their way or the two frantic drivers followed by a very confused Daniel behind them , they paused once again just few steps separating them from their soulmate, they took them quietly in fear of startling her even more than she already is , and when they finally reached her they fell into their knees on each side not knowing what to do as her sobbing got louder , making them act on instinct and held her in tight embrace , the three shared tears of joy , they're finally whole and they couldn't put it into words so they kept holding eachother and bask in the feeling.

Bonnie looked up when Dan who had a wide grin upon reaching them helped her to her feet , snapping her out of the shock of what she just witnessed and turned wordlessly to wrap her arms around him tightly, letting few tears fall as she looked back at them with joy filling her voice " she found them " Daniel held her close with an arm around her shoulders while the other around her waist his voice carried the same joy for the three " she did , and they're finally whole " .

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The drive back was a blur for everyone, specially for the three soulmates who couldn't leave eachother's side , the three were piled in the back of Danny's car with bonnie driving them to hers and Danny's place for it being the closest , and Danny on the other hand drove lando's car back to his place , calling Max on the way to let him know he's dropping them in a bit .

Bonnie looked at the backseat through the rearview mirror and couldn't help her smile at their huddled forms , their eyes and noses all red from how hard they cried .

Earlier and she was in a very good mood to tease any of them now , she'll leave it for later, for the moment she was contemplating on how to wake them up without feeling too much guilt for disturbing their peace , finding no other way she sighed and turned to the back and called out softly " N/N , Max, Charlie, wake up " when they didn't stir she reached and smacked the two boys , making them flinch at the hard smack but kept their arms around their still sleeping soulmate, glaring at her but leaned back when they found her already glaring back at them with her pointing menacingly " hurt her in anyway and they won't even find your remains " they nod after a moment of heavy silence watching in shock as her face turned into a wide giddy grin clapping her hands like an exited kid and cheered quietly " and congratulations for finding your soulmate " they could only nod in confusion , having a whiplash at how quick her mood changed from the murderous aura turning all giddy and joyful .

They flinched again as she reached out again but relaxed when she gently patted her best friend's knee while calling out " N/N , babe wake up , come on Hun lets get you up to bed " making the said girl stir before blinking in confusion, unaware of both guys frown at her friends words but bit their tongues as she glared at them to move before getting out and walk up to the front door .

She rubbed her irritated eyes with a suppressed yawn, trying to wake her mind off the most comfortable nap she ever had in her entire life , mind and soul in deep contentment and her body was too relaxed to even move so she leaned it back into where it was moments ago , snuggling deeper into the warmth but frowned as she felt a beat right underneath her head , taking a second to realise that it was an actual beating heart and not her hazy mind imagining it . She then felt the arms wrapped around her in a secure yet comfortable hold , shielding her and keeping her warm at the same time , realising that it wasn't a dream, she didn't imagine finding her soulmates, it wasn't her mind playing tricks on her after a long draining day where she imagine how it'd feel to finally fill that empty void inside her fill .

Then she felt eyes on her , not in a creepy stare but just watching, and after a moment of collecting the remaining courage she had in her she perked her eyes open, coming face to face with one of her soulmates, her soulmates, she liked the sound of that , but his gentle smile snapped her back to reality as he spoke to her " hi " his voice filled her ears and she shyly greeted back then lifted her head and turned to who she was leaning on and was met with another breathtaking smile, they just found eachother and they're already making it hard for her to not swoon on the spot , but it didn't last as tears clouded her sight and breathing becomes way harder than ever , like a crushing weight sitting over her chest preventing her from taking a breath of air .

Both were quick to notice the signs of an upcoming attack, having dealt with them plenty of times it came naturally to them to notice the telltales of them and knew full well how to deal with them , Charles took her hands and squeezed gently yet firmly, turning her attention to him as he spoke in a hushed voice " breathe with me Mon amour, hold it in , one two and out ..... Good , now another one....... and out , just like that " when she finally calmed down he wiped her tears away and took her hands again placing feather like kisses on the back of each before speaking again " we got you Mon chérie, me and Max won't go anywhere" .

Max nod and tightened his hold on her in comfort knowing how overwhelming it must be for her to go through this all at once and twice the shock " you can take as much time as you need to, we'll be here for you , and we won't go anywhere , we'll walk through this together , you won't have to bear it alone " she nods and shut her eyes tightly, trying to ground her raising mind as the whole day events flashed through , finding the light in the dark hole of her mind as their hold help plenty , bringing her back as a whole instead of the shell she turned into with how tough her days turned with time .

She nods to herself and then turned to them , giving each a wide grin and spoke softly " together" they returned her smile with relieved ones and nods in assurance then got out , Charles first who held his hand out for her to help her out , then Max who kept his hand on her to steady her wobbly steps , smiling down on her when she leaned on his side once she found her balance , using her intertwined hand with Charles to bring him closer , then wrapped her arm around him as the three made their way up the stairs , sharing a feeling of pure bless .

#charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc x max verstappen #charles leclerc imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x charles leclerc #max verstappen imagine #lestappen #lestappen x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagines

[spidernuggets]

What about reader was a street kid that somehow ended up under hanks wing, she thinks of hank as a big brother, she ends up going to titans tower with hank and dawn, Jason thinks shes so cool and really likes her but idiot titans jason decides the best way to go about his feelings is to be a bit of a douchebag and to show off, Hank picks up what he's doing and literally lifts him off the ground with one hand and is like leave my sister alone, and then Jason's like oh shit your sister!? Basically just something silly and fun and also I bloody love hank and dawn so I had to include them ♡

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

"Leave my sister alone, Todd."

Hank was walking through an alley, a shortcut on the way to a fast food place to meet up with Dawn, when he heard something hit the dumpsters. His fists clench, ready to fight whatever may cause harm.

What he didn't expect was a teenage girl with a pipe in her hands.

Without thinking, Hank took a couple steps closer. "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt- OW, what the fuck!" He yelled, grabbing his head that you hit harshly with the pipe.

"Oh, my god, I'm sorry!" You exclaimed, not giving him the chance to finish his sentence, stating that he meant no danger to you. "I thought you were gonna stab me or something!" You jog up to him, supporting him by the shoulders, checking for any blood.

"No, no, my fault. Some big, scary, man stranger walking through an alley in the middle of the night isn't the most safest thing to walk across." He groans. He inseocts you for a few seconds, noticing the dirt and filth all over your clothes, and scratch marks around your face.

"Hey, kid, you live around here? Why are you even out so late?" Hank asks, regaining his posture.

"It's Y/n, firstly, not kid. And restaurants throw out some good food at the end of the day. I was just dumpster diving," you say casually, as if it was the norm. "And, yes and no? I live around here, but.. uhh, no permanent house."

Hank mentally groans. The last thing he wanted was to become like Dick, and taking in "strays" was one of Dick's main attributes. But you didn't have shelter, and you were eating food out of the dumpster.

"Hey, listen, I know I'm still big, scary man stranger, but I'm meeting up with my girlfriend at BatBurgers. How about we get you something to eat that doesn't have the possibility of getting you any diseases?" He offers.

You think for a moment. You had nothing to lose. Sure, this man might actually kidnap you, OR you might get a fresh, hot meal for the first time in a long while.

"Lead the way, mister," you say.

"You can call me Hank, kid," he smiles, walking the rest of the way to the diner.

"Oh, and who's this?" Dawn asks, crouching slightly to meet you at eye level.

"This is Y/n. She'll be joining us," Hank states as he opens the door. "Go on in," he says to you, nodding his head in.

The way you bounced in excitement had Hank smiling. "New friend?" Dawn asks, mirroring his grin.

"You can say so."

Hank and Dawn's talking was half tuned out, stuffing your face with a burger and fries. The couple had no judgement, acknowledging that it could've been a minute since you've eaten properly.

"I'll go to the bathroom," Dawn whispers to Hank as she shuffles out of the booth.

"She's the girlfriend?" You whisper, leaning forward to Hank, who was sat in front of you.

"Yeah, she is. She's Dawn." Hank replies

You nod, taking another bite of the burger. "She's pretty," you claim, voice muffled through the meat and cheese stuffed in your mouth.

"Alright, listen, real talk." Hank begins, gaining your attention. "You obviously weren't listening. So... Me and Dawn were thinking... how about you come stay with us. You clearly need a place to stay, a shower, food. We got what you need."

"Are you guys those Hawk and Dove people?" You ignore his new offer as his eyes widen.

"Wha-" He clears his throat. "No, no, no. We're not." He stammers, looking around the empty diner, seeing if anyone had heard you.

"We're not what?" Dawn asks, returning from the toilet.

"Dawn, tell her we are NOT Hawk and Dove," Hank says through gritted teeth.

Dawn turns to you. "Where'd you get that idea?" She says out of impressed curiosity.

You shrugged, sipping on your cola. "Hank and Dawn. Hawk and Dove. Sounds real similar. Plus he's not great at hiding the fact," you state nonchalantly while pointing at Hank.

"Plus, you guys are offering me a home. Better knowing you guys are superheroes rather than junkies trying to sell me through the black market, right?"

Hank and Dawn share a known look. "Alright, kid. We're only admitting this so you have a place to stay without any second thoughts in regard to your safety." Hank says, pointing back at you.

You shrug once more. "Then I guess I'm staying with you two. A shelter and supes to protect me? Double win," you crack a smile.

So, Hank and Dawn welcomed you into their home and into their lives. Though it was mostly Hank taking the wheel in this newfound relationship. Exceot for clothes shopping. That was Dawn's expertise.

But since you already knew both their secret identities, Hank wanted to train you in combat and stealth, wanting you to be able to protect yourself when you're home alone while the couple was out.

The longer you stayed with Hank, though, the more you saw him as family. As an older brother. And he can't lie, even though he hasn't known you for long, he likes to think of you as a little sister.

"Hey, kid, listen," Hank chimes, walking into the living room and taking a seat next to you on the couch while Dawn is perched on the arm rest beside him. It's almost been a year since you've stayed with Hank and Dawn, and you don't think life could get any better. "Me and Dawn have been thinking-"

"Uh oh, that's never a good sign," you joke with a snarky smirk.

"Hush, anyways. You've been getting so good at your training. We think that you would be a great contribution to... the Titans?" Hank says unsurely, not knowing how you'd react. "I called up Dick, telling him that we got a badass girl under our wing. Asked him to give you a shot. What do you think?"

After a few seconds of disbelief and processing, you spring up from the couch. "HOLY SHIT!" You exclaim. "A slot in the Titans, are you serious?!" A wide grin stretches along your face, hurting your cheeks.

"You can even get your own room there so you're never alone when me and Hank are out," Dawn smiles.

You pause. "But I like staying with the two of you."

Your little confession makes the couple's heart melt.

"Sis, we're still gonna be there with you around the tower. It's just gonna be a different change of scenery," Hank assures.

You take a breath. "So, when do we go?"

Upon arrival, you're close behind Hank, lightly grabbing onto his shirt while he leads the way. "What if they think I'm lame?" You ask nervously.

Hank laughs and looks down behind him. "They won't. Everyone's nice. Well.. except for that asshole, Jason."

"Hank," Dawn calls out, giving him a look that tells him to drop the attitude.

Before you can ask more about this apparent asshole, the elevator doors open, and you hide directly behind Hank's large frame. Everyone was already waiting for your arrival.

"Guy, this is Y/n- Y/n, would you get-" Hank grabs your shoulder, pushing you in front of him.

"Hi.." You queitly say while awkwardly waving towards the group.

"Hey, I'm Jason," a boy with loose and wild curls with a grin comes walking out to you, holding his hand out.

You completely forget about Hank's previous statement, already enchanted by the boy while shaking his hand.

"Nope." Hank says, lightly pushing Jason's shoulder, backing him away from you.

"Aw, come on, Hank, you know I'm not so bad." Jason smiles, feigning innocence.

Hank pushes you, determined for you to meet the rest of the group who isn't Jason.

Dick and Hank show you to your new room. While Dick returns to the others, Hank helps you unpack your little belongings.

Suddenly, you couldn't help but go up to Hank and give him a tight hug, taking him by surprise.

"Wow, okay, what's this, kid?" Hank says, an arm around your shoulders and hand protectively placed on your head.

"Just a thanks. For everything. You and Dawn did a lot for me. You're a great brother," you admit. Hank smiles, rubbing your back, telling you it's not a big deal.

Dick leads you to the training room, where Gar, Rachel,and Jason were already at. The three of them were sparring blindfolded, which shook you a lot, knowing that you were probably nowhere near that level of training yet. Sure, Hank has taught you the importance of losing senses while fighting and taught you how to fight without those senses, but still. When you see others doing it, you begin to rethink your training.

But Jason caught your eye once more. He seemed so flawless at this. Like he was born,with that kind of talent and skill.

"Alright, guys, wrap it up," Dick says.

"Aw, man, I was just about to beat these two losers!" Jason says, immediately shutting up after he sees you once he takes his blindfold off.

Gar lightly hits Jason with his wooden sword playfully while Jason just smiles.

"Gar," Dick calls out. "Spar with Y/n for a bit. We need to see what we're working with."

"Why can't I train with her?" Jason asks, a little annoyed as he wanted to get to know you better.

"Because Dick knows you'll cry about it if she beats you," Rachel mutters, Jason flipping her off.

"Gar knows when to hold back, Jason. Sit down," Hanks says, crossing his arms. "Let them do it blindfolded," he suggests as you and Dick look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

You chuckle awkwardly. "Aha.. no, no. No, no. That's not necessary. I will suck ass if I-"

"Blindfolded," Hank interrupts. He knows that you're underestimating yourself and that you're more capable than you realise.

"Blindfolded it is," Dick mutters, handing you a blindfold.

You take a breath, you and Gar getting into a stance, preparing yourselves. There were no weapons for this. Which is fine by you. You were always good at talking with your fists.

"Go!" Dick yells.

Gar charged forward, ready to attack. But you stayed where you were.

Listen, then go. You thought to yourself. With every step, every breath, every breeze that moved with his body, you can hear Gar's movement. Just as he was about to go in for a punch, you block him. You grab his arm, twisted it, then threw him over your shoulder.

Gar groaned on the floor, removing his blindfold. You removed yours slowly, staring at the green hair boy below you.

You turn to the others who were surprised at the sudden turn, except Hank, who had a cocky grin on his face. "Did... I do it right?" You quietly ask.

A small smile slowly formed across Dick's face. "Welcome to the Titans."

Dick had to pull Hank out of the training room, telling him that you're in good hands with the other three. But Hank didn't trust Jason. So Dick promised they'll just be in the other room. If things go south, he'll be quick to come to your safety.

"So, you wanna train with me?" Jason immediately asks you once Hank leaves the room. Gar and Rachel give each other a look, knowing that Jason is already down bad for you.

You take a step back, feeling a tad bit intimidated, especially after seeing how skilled he was. "I.. I don't know. I think you're too advanced for me."

Saying that this made Jason's ego sky rocket is an understatement.

"Ah, come on, babe. I'll go easy, trust me. I'll even teach ya how to improve," he offers, his hands resting on his hips.

Your face slightly flushed at the sudden nickname. You cleared your throat. "Yeah, okay."

Jason stretches his arms out, pointing to his chest. "Alright, go on, take a jab at me."

Going in for the punch, Jason steps to the side, avoiding the strike, grabbing your arm, pinning you to the ground, and holding your arm behind your back.

"Alright, alright. So you actually need to- hey, what the fuck! Put me down!" Just as Jason explains where you went wrong, his feet were dangling a few centimetres off the ground.

"Leave my sister alone, Todd," Hank growls, holding Jason in the air by his collar.

"Hank!" You yell, sitting up.

"Shit, that's your sister?" Jason asks, looking back and forth from you and Hank while Rachel takes her phone out to take a pic of the moment. "She single?" He boldly asks while your face heats up as he sends you a wink.

Hank was about to waste no time punching Jason in the face, when Dick walks in, telling him to put Jason down. It takes Hank a few moments and a couple of glares to comply.

"Stay away from her," he threatens one last time before taling you by the arm, pulling you out of the room.

But that was a before you sent Jason a smile and a wave goodbye, and he returned the smile and a nod of his head.

The two of you know that Jason is definitely not going to leave you alone during your stay.

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soz, anon, there's less jason interaction than i anticipated 💔💔 still, hope you enjoy it 🥳🥳

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[cozage]

Festivals with the OP Boys

Characters: f! reader x Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace

A/n: This is based off the (VERY Southern USA) festivals I’ve been to. I know these are not all universal experiences, so give me a little grace 

Luffy

An absolute fiend at festivals. Thank god you’ve been saving up money for this. He heads straight for the carnival section without hesitation.

Did he hear eating contest??? If so, Luffy is entering it (and winning). 

And you are cheering him on!! No surprise to either of you, he wins a nice berry prize (that you all spend immediately at the festival)

He wants all the prizes. He can’t pick, each one is cooler than the last. He finally asks you which one you love the most, and you point out a small stuffed animal. Of course, he finds the exact replica 10x bigger a few booths down and decides on that one. 

He is DETERMINED to win you that giant stuffed animal. You know all those games are rigged so you remind him that it’s not a big deal. 

But once Luffy puts his mind to something…well, you know how it goes. 

Ends up breaking the bottles and putting a hole in the booth at the ball toss game. The guy gives you two stuffed animals just to get you all away from his booth. 

You all are shuffled away, hand-in-hand, laughing so hard you’re almost crying. Luffy’s laugh is just so contagious 

Now that he’s passed all the games, he finally notices it. All of the SUPER COOL RIDES!!!!

INSTANTLY takes off towards them and begins pulling you. Luckily, you know how to stand your ground with him. Unluckily, you’re dating a rubber man who can stretch and keep running. 

You hold onto his ever-stretching hand while you stand in line to get ride tickets. At least he’ll be easy to find once you’re done. 

He wants to ride all of the rides. Again and again. He’s obsessed with the crazy whip-around rides like the Sizzler, Zipper, and Drop Zone

You HAVE to ride with him too. He refuses to do it alone. He gives you those sweet puppy eyes when you object at first and you instantly cave.

LOVES LOVES LOVES THE FRIED FOOD. You had to stop taking him up to the order window because every time he saw something he immediately wanted it.

Just a constant switch between eating food and riding rides. You have no idea how he’s not getting sick.

Eventually you trade off riding partners and he starts riding with Zoro (“If you can’t handle a KIDS ride, Zoro, how are you going to be the best swordsman in the world??”)

Luffy pouts at first until he realizes that you have a different snack every time he gets off a ride, then he’s magically okay with this new decision.

Ends with fireworks and he loves them so much. Wants to go buy some so you guys can set them off on the ship every night

He carries everything back to the ship for you. You have a sinking suspicion those stuffed animals will have a permanent residence in his room, though 

Zoro

Festivals aren’t really his style, but he knew you wanted to go, so he made an exception 

Holds your hand the whole time (he knows that getting separated from you means he’ll be lost forever) 

Will mock you for wanting to win a prize, and reminds you that it’s all a scam anyway. 

However, after your second failed attempt, he can see you’re getting frustrated, so he takes over.

And of course wins you the biggest stuffed animal possible first try with a smirk on his face. You’re so happy you kiss him on the cheek in front of all those random people, which makes him turn beet red. He secretly is feeling great though because he won it first try!!!

He instantly has regret now because he has to carry it all day. He’s embarrassed at first but eventually he gets used to it and carries it around with pride.

After you win a prize, neither of you are really interested in sticking around the carnival portion. There’s so many people and noises it’d be easy for even you to get lost. 

You all head to and stick to the quiet side parts of the festival instead. He likes to wander through the craft fair and selling booths with you.

He pays special attention to when your eyes linger on a certain item, or when you get excited about booths. He tries to keep a mental note of those things for future reference

Zoro isn’t a materialistic man, but he does like to buy you things every now and then (when he can afford it). He sees your eyes light up over a particular bracelet and when you try it on he can see how much you love it. “Keep it on” he whispers softly in your ear, and passes a few gold coins to the merchant.

You guys end your evening at a tea house, sipping on sake and munching on light snacks.

You stay there for a few hours, just enjoying the quiet and each others company.

He asks if you want to stay for fireworks, but honestly you’re exhausted. He gives you a piggy back ride back to the Sunny while carrying your giant stuffed animal. 

You all pause for a moment when the fireworks begin, but after a few seconds you continue on your way back home. 

Sanji

Of course he wants to try the food and critique it

It’s not exactly nutritious which he doesn’t like, but it is giving him some ideas on how to add different elements to his cooking

He knows he’s dragging you all over the food district to try the samples and the specials and he loves you so much for that (you don’t really mind though because hey free delicious food)

You all wander around and find the carnival section. You try the fried food, which is equal parts delicious and horrendous to the both of you

As you wander through the games, you see a really adorable stuffed animal and point it out to Sanji

You didn’t even say you wanted it. You just noted how cute it was. But oh he’s winning that thing for you now. 

But he’s not very good at games unfortunately :/ especially luck based games

He tries to keep his cool but you can see he’s getting frustrated. It doesn’t help that his determination has sent you into short bursts of laughter

Finally FINALLY he picks the right one and wins you that cute adorable stuffed animal

You thank him with a peck on the cheek and he MELTS 

At sunset he drags you to the Ferris wheel and you see him slip the guy a few coins

Magically you all end at the top of the Ferris wheel right as the sun sets over the sea!!! How coincidental!!! 

“Y’know, when you’re at the top of the Ferris wheel, you’re supposed to-“

You cut him off by pulling him in for a long kiss. You’re both blushing hard by the time the Ferris wheel comes back down. You’re honestly a little surprised Sanji is still conscious. 

Sanji has already picked out a perfect spot for you two to watch the fireworks. There’s a band playing in the main square and the music echos up to where you all are sitting on the hill. You dance together to the music while waiting for the fireworks to start. 

Once the fireworks begin, you stand and watch in awe, embraced in each others arms. 

You all walk back to the sunny arms linked. Your new stuffed animal in your arm and some festival-exclusive ingredients in his. 

Ace

Wants to do every. single. thing. Doesn’t matter if he’s actually interested in it or not

He’s the kind of guy who’s at the festival all day long. There’s always something to do and you can’t miss out on anything. Hope you wore comfortable shoes (you didn’t). 

His hands are always full. He has your hand in one and some kind of beverage or food in another. 

Ace is the kind of person who switches between energetic puppy and lazy bones energy throughout the day, and you never really know when that switch will happen.

In the morning, you all wander through the craft fair. The crafts don’t really interest him, but he perks up a bit whenever he sees you interested in something. 

You find a custom jewelry maker booth, and as you’re browsing the works, he gets the craftsman to make you a bracelet that matches the bead pattern on his hat. Now you can both match, and everyone knows who you belong to. 

You play every single carnival game together at least once. Ace doesn’t even care if you guys are good at it. He just wants to try it. Theres some fun competition that exists during those games between the two of you that results in MANY small little prizes like goldfish, mini stuffed animals, and other silly trinkets.

You guys have won so many prizes by halfway through the carnival section, you can’t really hold anymore, so Ace starts giving them to kids as you pass by them. You’re stuck with the goldfish though. He’s already named it and very attached to it. 

You all take a food break, and find the weirdest food you can. You find a nice shaded and quiet spot to eat in peace. 

Ace naturally falls asleep on you while eating, and you use the few minutes he’s resting to people watch and just enjoy the quiet moments with him. 

When he wakes up he is REELING for more adventure and things to do.

You all come across a mechanical bull riding event, and for one of the first times that day, Ace pulls away from you and drops your hand, bounding away to go sign up for it.

Before it starts, he tips his hat towards you and gives you that signature wink that makes your heart burst.  

The devious part of you wanted to see him thrown off immediately, but he’s actually pretty good at it. He lasts a whole minute before he’s thrown face first into an inflatable cushion. 

When he comes back to you, he instantly intertwines your fingers through his again. “Did you like the show?” He says with another wink, which results in a playful exchanges of shoves to one another. 

You all ride a few carnival rides. You start out with some big rides like the Flying Swings and the Drop Zone, but the crazy rides aren’t mixing well with the food you ate earlier, so you opt for some less intense ones, like the Merry-Go-Round, Ferris wheel, and the Super Slide. 

You two find a personal love for the Bumper Cars. You love the competitive side you all can embrace, but also (thanks to some extra silver) the ride operator let you two ride tandem a few times as well.

Theres a free concert occurring and you all grab a seat on the hill to enjoy the music. Ace runs and grabs some dinner for the two of you. 

Instant regret for trusting him to pick out the food. He comes back with the most abhorrent monstrosity of fried food combo you’ve ever seen. And he does it with the widest, snide grin on his face. Bastard. 

You all doze off to the music and wake up to the explosions of fireworks a little while later.

After the fireworks, you walk back together, with him occasionally poking you in the side, picking you up to spin you around, just random things to make you squeal and giggle.

Your feet are killing you when you get back to the ship, so he gives you a nice foot massage, bless his soul. 

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[anime-rambles]

Safe with Us: Part 1

Pairing: Alpha!KiriBaku x Omega!MidoriyaTwinReader

Type: Angst, hurt, forced scenting.

Word Count: 3500+

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support and love for my work, I have been super busy at the moment in my personal life and haven't really ad a moment to breathe but I do have this finished and wanted to share with everyone. Part 2 coming soon. I have a new taglist form follow the link below and it will bring you too it. Much love as always, Tiff <3

Summary: You were Midroiya's twin, Bakugou's mate but life isn't easy and one day you were kidnapped, stripped from everything you know. Many years have passed, Bakugou has moved on but only now have you been able to escape, to return to your family. A family that has moved on.

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There were many things in your life that you thought was unfair, for one, living with your father away from your twin, having a quirk without your twin and being an omega and not being allowed to be an omega. You know nothing of your omegain side, only that it was something to be ashamed of. That you were merely the lowest of the low and even alpha’s, your destined alpha would tire of you and seek other mates, and you had to be okay with it. 

Your father brought you to this group of alpha’s, you never knew why but one thing was for sure they were villains. When the time came for your first heat, that was the last time you saw your father. He had sold you to them, and left you behind. For many a year the villains took care of you, but not for free, you cooked, cleaned and just about did anything that was expected of you. There was one alpha in the group, a new guy, who took a shine to you. He often would tell you he would find a way to get you home, to trust him, that you will know when the time is right. 

There was an explosion in the compound, it had knocked you straight off your feet. The door to your room, which was more of a cage, unlocked and the door opened slowly. You could hear screams in the distance and you knew it was time to run. A red feather floated into the room and flew around you, pushing at your back towards the door. It is definitely the sign you’ve been waiting for.  So you ran, ran as hard as your feet would take you. Your destination? Unknown. You had nothing, no money, no shelter, you were scared of what would happen now, you could embrace your omega. You could hardly remember your mother, or even if she would take you in, your twin on the other hand… 

You ran to the nearest phone booth, putting some coins you had found in your pocket and dialing the only number you could remember, hoping he never changed it. 

Beep….beep…beep…

“Hello?” A voice croaked out from the end of the phone.

“Izuku” You whispered, tears already filling your eyes. 

“Yes, who is it? It's the middle of the night.” His voice sounded impatient.

“Zuzu, I ne-”

“Y/N, YOU’RE ALIVE, whereareyouareyouokaystaythereillcomeandgetyoudontgoanywhere..” Izuku interrupted you and tears flowed down your face, more happy tears than anything. 

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“So, you’re telling me, Izuku has a twin, that we’ve never met, that you knew of, that your alpha chose and never thought to mention it to me?” Kirishima stood in front of Bakugou with his arms crossed trying to wrap his head around this new information. Bakugou dropped his bag that he was packing and turned to Kirishima. 

“Look, I'm sorry Eiji, what do you want me to say? We both thought she died? she disappeared around the same time Izuku dad went missing and we know how that turned out, she was young and already showing as an omega, and yes my alpha chose her, she was my mate,  but she disappeared, my alpha disappeared with her and then you came into my life and woke him up again, waking him up with that big stupid grin of yours, and my alpha claimed you as my mate too.” Bakugou made his way to Kirishima and placed his hands on his face. Kirishima smiled up at him, not really bothered about the omega, Kirishima knew that if Bakugou’s alpha had already chosen the omega as a mate that his own alpha would do the same. Kirishima had a lot of love to go around. Often the pair would add an extra member during ruts but no one ever felt right for the red head to let them stay around. Kirishima was actually quite excited to meet her but he wants Bakugou to talk about it, to open up more. Kirishima lent forward to kiss Bakugou. 

“I know bro, so manly you are” Bakugou pulled a face and stepped away from Kirishima. 

“What did I say shitty hair, stop calling me bro when you are touching or inside me” Bakugou picked up his bag again and Kirishima just laughed smacking Bakugou ass as he left his room and walked into the main area of the den. 

Everyone in the pack lived there and had their own rooms, Kirishima also had his own room but barely spent time in there anymore since him and Bakugou began courting. Bakugou could see Midoriya pacing at the door, with Todoroki at his side trying to calm him down. 

“God Katsuki hurry up, she’s lost and alone, andprobablythinksweveforgttenaboutheragaingodwearesuchbadexcudsesforalphas..” Midoriya rambled on, and Todoroki tried once again to calm his mate down, he was failing…badly. 

“Let’s go nerd” Bakugou grabbed Midoriya’s collar and pulled him out the door with his pack behind him wishing them luck. Bakugou grabbed his car keys on the way out and threw his and Midoriya’s bag in the boot of his car. 

Once both alpha’s were settled in the car, Bakugou began to drive to the airport, you weren’t in Japan anymore. Midoriya sat ringing his hands together not speaking, he was afraid and unsure what you would think. His alpha had missed you all these years, his baby omegain sister. Both of you had dreamed of becoming hero’s together but when he had not developed his quirk and you had, you promised him you’d still make his dream come true. Then you disappeared leaving him all alone, Bakugou and him grew very distant, and the alpha’s hate grew and grew and the next moment they were both in UA, constantly fighting each other for no reason. The pain of losing you, almost killed both of them. It was only after both nearly losing each other in villain attacks, was what brought them back together and formed their clan with the rest of the class. Midoriya wanted to talk to Bakugou, he wanted him to say something but he could barely read Bakugou’s emotion right now so he thought it was best to stay quiet. 

Bakugou could sense Midoriya wanted to talk but what could he possibly say at this moment. Everyone thought you had died. Mr Midoriya’s body was found years ago and you were nowhere to be seen. The hero’s and police all deemed you dead, as you were an omega without any protection whatsoever. Bakugou blamed himself that he left you all alone, even though there was nothing he could have done, he did not know what Mr.Midoriya was planning on doing. Since that day, the emptiness had taken over Bakugou, his alpha disappeared along with you. It took many hard years of Kirishima constantly working and helping Bakugou that his Alpha came back, but there was always a part missing, that part belonged with you. 

It was like any other day, you were in Bakugou’s house learning how to build a nest which you decided needed to be in his room and Bakugou allowed this, he thought it was adorable watching you learn how to be one with your second gender. It was a lot easier for Alpha’s to join with their second genders, where omega’s had a lot of learning to do. They only join fully with their omega when they go through their first heat. Then Mr. Midoriya arrived and he never saw you again. Bakugou rubbed on his neck, on your mark you left on him. The both of you had not joined sexually as you were both young but you both decided to mark each other early so that if something was to happen to either of you the other would have something to hold onto, one last hope. Bakugou hated the idea at the time but went along with it, and now he was so thankful for your brain for thinking about it, as it was all Bakugou had of you. The nest you had built had been taken by police as evidence and any belongings he had or Midoriya had all gone to some police station somewhere. 

Bakugou’s auto pilot had brought the pair straight to the airport and by the time Bakugou’s brain caught up with his body they were boarding the plane. Bakugou turned Midoriya who looked like he was going to pass out. He grabbed his hand and they locked eyes. 

“She alive, and were bringing her home, that is all the matters, the past is the past,” 

Midoriya nodded at Bakugou and the plane departed on its journey to you. 

+++

Your father took you far away, to some little town in a European country with the plans to marry you off for a quirk marriage to create strong children. You inherited your father fire quirk and you were quite skilled at creating objects with fires and if you concentrate hard enough you could even make bombs but it took too much energy and often left you dizzy and breathless so you promised Bakugou you would leave all the exploding to him. 

Bakugou, you could hardly believe after all this time of hoping and wanting, you could go back to him. Sometimes you would be able to sneak away and see the news, you could see him and Izuku sometimes. You’d often get punished for watching tv but it was worth it, seeing them. You had this longing in your chest to be with Bakugou, a voice inside, telling you he was safe but you didn’t understand what that voice was. All you knew was that you were an omega, that's it, nothing more. Nobody would tell you anything else. You would've been used when you were younger, something about a heat? But you never had one, the alpha’s had said it was because you were already mated to an alpha as you had his mark, that you were only useful to a dominant alpha to break the mark or they could always kill the alpha that marked you but you never told them who it was. You always said it was a nobody, that someone attacked you and they believed you, well all but one alpha, his name was Dabi. He had tried multiple times to get close to you and even one time tried to burn off your mark but it was no use, you had a fire quirk and his flame did nothing to you. After not having your heat because of your joining with someone, they opted to wait for it to come naturally. This would take time. If you were focused to be with an alpha now, the up would not survive, that was also not an option with how powerful your quirk could be. 

Dabi was chosen to be your minder and breaker, you either stayed in your cage or in his room. They hoped that with Dabi’s pheromones your omega would choose him. You spent many nights forced into Dabi’s neck breathing him in, his scent made you sick and just the thoughts of him made your skin crawl. Dabi had also brought you to Japan a few times in the hopes you would be able to point out this alpha, one way or another you eventually would be his. But the hero’s always appeared and attacked him which was getting on Dabi’s nerves so he stopped bringing you. It was too risky. 

You're not really sure how you escaped. You knew the alpha with the red wings, Tango, he called himself but you felt deep down he was lying. You also knew he was behind it but you were never really sure why he helped you but you were grateful. You were finally going home to Izuku and to Bakugou. You knew after all this time the pair of them had probably stopped looking for you, there was no reason to believe you were alive so you couldn’t hold that against them. You also knew that so much time had passed, you were in your twenties now and Bakugou probably found himself another mate, you made a bargain with yourself that you would take all the comfort you could from him, until he mentioned his mate, then you would back off, it was only fare to whomever his mate was. 

You could feel something inside you come alive, but you were unsure as to what it was. There was a deep hunger inside and you started to heat up. Maybe you had caught a cold while running away from the compound. Izuku has mentioned an airport and you had managed to find a way to it, one or two hero’s had helped you along the way. They were friends of ProHero Deku, which you found so hard to believe that your quickless brother was a hero. That his dream came true. You were sitting outside the arrivals section of the airport afraid to go in, you knew no matter where you were standing Izuku would find you. 

The main doors opened and a group of people existed. You looked at them, in the back you could faintly see a mop of green hair and blonde hair. Your heart sped up and you panicked, your brian telling you to hide for some reason, that you didn't deserve to be safe and home. So you hid behind a tree, you could hear your name being called and it was getting closer and closer to you but you stayed behind the tree. 

Bakugou could see your arms sticking out from behind the tree. He knew you were scared, he could smell it in the air. Midoriya was already crying, he nudged Midoriya in a way to tell him to pull himself together. Both alphas reached the tree and stood still, they could hear your whimpers. 

“y/n, there's no need to be afraid,” Midoriya said in a quiet tone. Bakguou placed the bags on the floor. 

“Zuzu, Kats, is it really you.” They could hear the tremble in your voice and could smell your fear in the air. Midoriya motioned to his neck, Bakugou understood immediately and started to pump calming pheromones into the air to try and calm you. Even though Midoriya was your brother, your mate would be able to calm you down more. You started to calm down slightly and peaked at them from around the tree. 

“There she is, we're here now ‘mega, nothings going to happen to you ever again” Bakugou stared deeply into your eyes, he held out his hand to you and so did Midoriya. You took a cautious step towards them, looking around the area for the villains, for Dabi. They had often used the boys' images to trick you in the past to bring your heat forward but something deep inside was telling you it was them right here in front of you. You held out both of your hands and grasped both of them. You released the breath you were holding and looked at the two, both alpha’s had tears in their eyes but neither moved a muscle. 

“You’re both really here” You sobbed and threw your arms around their necks pulling them into you. Both alphas used their arms and held you tight breathing you in. 

“It’s been so long, an-an-d I tried so many times to sh-show you I was ali-vvv-e but they stopped me”You sobbed harder into them. Bakugou and Midoriya both pumped out pheromones to try and calm you down but it was no use, Midoriya could hardly breathe himself as he was crying just as hard. 

“Y/n, I failed you, I’m so so sorry” Midoriya fell to his knees, and sobbed into his hands. You pulled away from Bakugou and joined Midoriya on the floor. 

“Hush now, let's not live in the past, right now all I want to do is go home and I want you to tell me what it’s like being heroes. I’m so proud of you both right now.” You said and held onto Midoriya, once his crying had stopped he pulled you both to your feet. Midoriya let you go and grabbed his and Bakugou’s bag, giving the two of you a minute. You looked up at him and his eyes stared deeply into your eyes. 

“Hello you” You whispered, and made your way to stand closer to Bakugou. 

“Hey ‘mega” Bakugou wrapped his arms tightly around you, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He tucked your face into his neck and you could feel his pheromones were much stronger here. Something inside you said you should kiss his glands, you could see his mark on his neck, the same one you had placed on him all those years ago, binding you both together. At the time it was just you being sappy, what you had not realized was that it was that sappiness that actually saved you all these years. 

“Missed you, a part of me died when you weren't here, never letting you out of my sight again, I’ll die without you” Bakguou whispered into your neck. You hummed for a moment, letting the comfort take over.

“I'm here now, Kats.” you closed your eyes and just breathed in his scent, you hummed again and let it take over. Bakugou giggled into your neck. 

“You purring ‘mega,” 

“Wait what, that's not you making that sound” You pulled slightly in his arms to look at him. He smiled at you. 

“Nope, that’s your omega sweetheart, she’s calling to my alpha, her mate.” Bakugou kissed your forehead, you let out an uneasy laugh. Bakugou could read you in an instant. 

“Don’t worry, I help you learn about your omega again, don’t expect you know a lot bout it, stupid kidnappers, and beside it’s my job as Alpha to teach you.” Bakugou’s brows creased and you lent forward to kiss them. He stopped all movements which caused you to giggle. 

“I trust you Kats, now let's go home yeah?” you asked as you wriggled out of his arms and made your way to Midoriya taking his hand in yours. 

+++++++++++

Many many hours later you were back in Japan, sitting in Bakugou’s lap while Midoriya drove you home. On the flight home you learnt all about their pack, and den. You learnt basically everything you had missed over the years. Midoriya told you about Allmight and what happened, how he’s a hero now. Bakugou filled you in about everything else, the little things you might have missed in Midoriya’s mumblings. The boys pushed you to talk about your time but right now you couldn’t process anything about it without panicking so they stopped asking and decided to wait until you were ready. 

Midoriya pulled into the driveway of the house, and some of the pack members were already outside waiting. You looked up at them and started to panic, your head screaming at you that this is where you lose Bakugou, that his new omega is up there. Bakugou could sense your panic and asked Midoriya to get the pack inside and he’ll bring you in, in a minute. Bakugou watched as Midoriya ushered everyone inside and he locked eyes with Kirishima who was smiling like a dork to him.

Bakugou pulled you to him and kissed your forehead. “Come one ‘mega, what's going on in your head of yours.” You took a moment to breathe and pulled back to look at Bakugou and spoke. 

“I can’t do it Katsuki, I made a deal with myself that I can have you until we made it back to your pack, and I would give you back to your omega but I can't do it , I can't do it, I can't do it.” You sobbed into Bakugou. He released some pheromones and when your crying had slowed down he began to speak. 

“Y/n, I never took another omega, you’re the only one for me” Bakugou wiped your tears away. “But, b–ut, Kirishima? You mention him very differently. I assumed he was your new omega.” Bakugou took a breath, “I really didn’t want to do this so soon, but only recently did I start seeing Kirishima, he brought my Alpha back but sweetheart, Kirishima is an alpha and the pack alpha and I love you both so much, in my heart something clicks with it being us three, but we’ll give you time to heal okay, Kirishima agreed to stay away to help.” Bakugou rubbed your neck as he spoke, you stayed quiet. You weren’t quite sure how to react, were you happy? Yes. Were you mad? No. Something inside you was very excited to meet this new alpha, and you could faintly smell something new on Bakugou but you just imagined it was someone from the clan but now everything made sense and you started to smile. 

“Let’s go meet everyone then” You smiled brightly at Bakugou and kissed his lips. Bakugou’s smile joined yours and he released the breath he was holding.

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— SLIPPING AWAY

summary: you just can’t seem to say no when it comes to him.

warning(s): slash is mean in this one, ass play, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, heavy petting/grinding, exhibitionism, fingering in public, dubcon?, drinking

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The nonstop chatter that filled the venue didn’t register in your ears. Instead, it was muffled by the ringing that filled your ears. The pleasure was too much, your heart pounding in your chest as your vision blurred. His fingers thrust into you in a constant rhythm, occasionally curling when your eyes would falter and flutter closed. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his voice dripping with honey as he spoke. 

"They’re complimenting you. Smile."

Without a second thought your lips would lift at the corners, eyes shining in fake understanding. You and Slash were both seated at a round table covered in a silk cloth, surrounded by people who were different from you both. Fancier, posher. They went out on golf trips and to country clubs, spending money on designer items to feed into whatever luxury fantasy they entertained in their minds. In your drunken-lust haze, you knew they were only complimenting you to seem sweet for the many cameras around, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at that moment. Instead, you huffed a laugh and dabbed a towel at your forehead–wiping away physical evidence that Slash had his fingers buried deep within you under your dress. 

A chuckle filled your ears, his fingers stopping for a heartbeat before slowly starting again, 

"Good save, baby. That was a close one." 

Your face burned with embarrassment, heart thumping harder as his lips pressed under your ear in a chaste kiss. His breath would linger against your neck before he pulled away, but you could still feel the ghost of his breath, giving you shivers. You’d shift in your seat, his fingers pushing deeper abruptly. You’d whine, roughly coughing after to hide the slip in your resolve. You could feel his smirk, sense within your presence as he conversed with the others at the table, smile on his face and carefree attitude prominent. You wondered if the others knew. Knew of the debauchery that was occurring before their eyes. Gauging your flushed face and off-set breathing. 

As you grew closer, your thighs would tighten around his thighs like a boa. You wouldn’t mean to squeeze so tight around his hand, cut off the blood from his wrist as he kept thrusting two, thick fingers inside you. But you just couldn’t help it. It all felt too good, too much. It was one thing to fall over the edge in the privacy of your own bedroom, but to do it here? In front of such people and cameras where thousands are watching? It made you cum faster than you would’ve liked to admit. 

You’d bring your lap towel to your mouth, coughing between little whines. Your head spun like a saucer, almost as if the room was spinning as you repeated a mantra in your head, 

Don’t moan. Don’t moan. Don’t moan. They can’t know. They can’t know. 

You knew he got off on your sputtering, a permanent smirk on his lips as he watched you try and collect yourself as he pulled his fingers from your pussy. When their backs were turned to watch the stage, he’d suck them clean, tongue slipping from his mouth to curl over the pads of his fingers. You’d shift in your seat once more, the wetness between your thighs taking his place. 

—------------

The club music was loud in your ears. His warm hand lead you through the dancing crowd. Your heart was pounding along with the bass line, fast pitter-patters that made your chest constrict with each inhale. 

He led you over to a booth, the leather seats a deep red. They looked expensive, but you didn’t expect anything less in a club like this, especially for an after party hot spot. You’d settle into the seat, warm with sweat from another body before you. You’d squirm in disgust, shifting for a fresher spot. 

Slash sat with his legs spread slightly, talking smoothly to the waitress making rounds. He ordered a jack and coke, the cig on his lips bouncing with each syllable. You swallow harshly, trying to look away from the hypnotizing sight. A hand slithered over your exposed thigh, rings warming your skin. 

"Whaddya want?" 

His tipsy speech made you tilt your head to the side, "What?"

"What do you want to drink, baby." He’d clarify, kneading your inner thigh fat in his rough palm. You turn to meet the waitress, her hip cocked to the side before offering you a smile. You stutter out an apology, swallowing the embarrassment rising in your throat and blooming over your cheeks. You order with a wavered voice, Slash’s traveling hand making anger bubble in your body. He was not going to embarrass you like that again. The people at the event surely knew what he was doing that whole time. What you let him do to you. 

Your lips pursed, a snarl etching into your dewy face as you push his hand off your thigh. His lips twitched up at the ends, his eyes burning into the side of your face. 

"What's wrong?" His voice was laced with fake concern. He knew what was up. He knew how you got with public appearance, but he just couldn’t help himself. 

He’d lean closer, the leather creaking under his weight. His presence was intense as he leaned into your side, warmth encapsulating your body in its mitts, "Hm?" 

You stood your ground, arms now crossed over your chest in retaliation–face turned away. With no reaction from you, he leaned back into his original position, but his eyes never left your face. You both sat in silence, the pounding of the music taking up the space for tense conversation. 

"So, you're just gonna ignore me the whole night?" His voice would cut over the music, anger returning in your chest at his jab. 

Your nostrils flare, nails digging into your upper arms, "I’m not ignoring you." 

He laughed, coughing a little, "You sure about that? ‘Cause to me," he takes another drag from his cigarette, "it sure fucking looks like it."

You roll your eyes. Oh, here we go. 

"You wanna know why I’m ignoring you? I have every right to after what you did back at the event! Slash, there were so many people there, important people! And the first thing you do is stick your hand up my dress as if it doesn’t matter! As if there weren’t cameras! We could very well be on the cover of every newspaper and magazine out there tomorrow and there would be nothing we could do! That shit is forever, Slash! You–" You stop yourself, looking at him. 

A smirk. 

He was fucking smirking. 

His pupils were blown wide, his hand traveling to your hip as he scooted you closer. You huff at him, poking at his chest with a harsh finger. 

"No Slash! Wipe that fucking smirk off your face!" 

He chuckles, "But you’re just so cute when you’re angry with me, baby.." 

He tugs you on his lap, grabbing a sip of his drink the waitress brought over. He groaned as it burned on the way down, but he’d hum with the warm feeling that would follow. 

"You wanna sip?" You cringe, knowing his game. Your drink sat long forgotten on the glossy tabletop. 

 "No Slash. I know you’re just trying to butter me up."

He tips his glass up for another sip, piercing eyes on you while doing so. "Am I?" he asks, slyly smiling with a curl of his lips. 

"Yes, you are! I can tell. I’m not fucking stupid!" you screech, fists balling into his shirt.

He hums, patting your thigh, "Sounds to me like you need something to take the edge off, huh?" 

His voice would be light, almost as if he was talking to a journalist. It was friendly sounding to those who didn't know better. Who didn’t know his games that he loved playing, specifically with you.  

He takes a sip from his drink again, but not swallowing. Instead, he kept it pooled on his tongue. In a tipsy-induced haze he gently traced a thumb over your lips, a soft hum purring in his chest. 

You melt slightly at the touch, lips parting and eyes fluttering barely closed as his hand traced down your chin, over the side of your neck and up into your hair. You sigh, loving the tingles that ran down your back, but you’d come to your senses, partially. 

"Slash quit. I-" He interrupts you. 

Not with words, but with his lips as he tipped your head back and let the alcohol slip into your mouth. You instinctively swallow, not wanting to choke as the alcohol sears your throat. His tongue would smooth over yours, licking the leftover drink from your tastebuds. You press your hands to his chest, bunching the loose dress shirt in your fists as he tipped your head back even more, devouring your mouth for everything it had. You felt like you could choke on his tongue at this point, but you couldn’t deny how it made your stomach flip as he traced your teeth and made spit drip from your chin. 

He pulls back with a wet smack, spit connecting your lips until he draws too far away. He looked drunk and disheveled, licking his lips and running and hand through his hair. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol that was affecting him, or if it was you. 

You stare at him hazy eyed, breathless and chest heaving. He swallows thickly, the same grin spreading across his lips again, "You gonna be nice to me now?" hed purr in a sweet voice. 

You groan, pushing back against him, "No Slash. I’m not gonna- i’m not gonna let you reel me in like that. I'm still embarrassed." 

He lets out a huffing laugh, hand on his stomach as if it was a quick joke, "Embarrassed about what? When my fingers were in your pussy or.. when I just had my tongue down your throat?" 

Your face would burn in both anger and embarrassment, "This isn’t funny, Slash!" 

He’d wipe a fake tear from his eye, that same laugh slipping from his lips. As if you were a joke to him, "It’s a little funny sweetheart, only because of that cute look you have on your face when you’re upset with me." 

He brushes his fingers over your cheek—not letting you pull away as he squishes your cheeks together. His lips brushed over yours again, breathing in your exhale. "You and I both know.. that you’d let me do anything I wanted to you right now." 

You squirm in his lap, trying to pull your face out of his grip with a grunt. "Don’t try and deny it sweetheart. I've already got you to do it twice now. I wonder how many more times I can play with you like this, hm?" 

You grumble out between puckered lips, "Like hell- you could-"

He smiles all sweet, leaning in close to your ear, "Is that a challenge, baby? You think I can't?" he laughs at your pathetic jab, biting the shell of your ear. 

You shake your head no, badly-hidden lust swirling in your eyes. 

"Mmmh. We’ll have to see about that. I’m sure I'll get you moaning for me—right here in this club—like a little bitch in heat." His voice was venomous as his hands fall to your hips, your own coming up to massage your face from the ache his grip left behind. He drags your pussy down on his thigh, the thin material of your underwear not doing anything to protect your aching core. Your clit pulses, begging for more friction as your body starts to heat up. Your eyes flutter closed, trying to focus on something else besides the growing arousal in your stomach. 

"Hey. Look at me." His voice snaps, dripping with lust. 

You turn away, eyes still shut and trying to focus on the bumping music that shook the club. 

He grab your face again, your eyes shooting open as he growls against your lips. "You can be bitchy all you want, but the last thing you’re going to be is disobedient." 

You shiver, trying not to show the affects his words had on you, but you knew it was no use as he hummed. 

His hand slithered down, cupping your sex, "You’ve already soaked my pants, and here you are, bitching and moaning about how embarrassed you are. It seems like you have no shame staining my pants with your slick." He rubs your clit through your panties, the wetness clinging to his fingers as his touches grow rougher. 

"‘Was fucking pissing me off how you were actin’ towards me. I bring you out, parade you around, finger you till you’re weeping for me and what do I get back, baby? Your prissy attitude?" You let a whine slip, hips jolting forward to press against his hand more. "But it seems like all you needed to be whipped back into shape was a little more attention, huh. You thrive off it when it comes from me, don’t you?" 

"n-mngh- no~" You deny, gritting your teeth as you try and keep a tight hold on your dignity. He already did this to you before, how is he doing it again? 

"No? Well, if that’s the case," his fingers stop, leaving your pussy burning, "I guess i’ll stop then." 

You whine, rutting into the air for his missing touch. Your eyes would burn into his, staring at him with babydoll eyes, whimpering softly under your breath. 

"What was that?" he’d lean in, ear toward you as if he couldn’t hear. 

"Please." Your voice giving out, the words coming out in a shrill whisper. 

He licks his lips, satisfied but not showing it completely, "Please what?" 

"Please, touch-touch me again-.." You could barely speak. Words coming out in jumbled messes. 

His hand immediately slips under your panties, rubbing your messy clit in quick circles. You rut into his hand—grinding down for the sweet, addicting pleasure that coursed through your veins. 

Wet smacking sounds would fill the little booth, along with your breathy whines and the tugging of clothing. His shirt would still be balled in your fists, you occasionally tugging on it for support when the pleasure would be too much to bear. 

"Looks like you’re enjoying this baby.. or.. are you embarrassed still?" 

moments ago his teasing would send you into an angry rant, but right now, all you wanted was for him to keep talking and playing with you. 

"N-No!—Please, don’t-don’t stop—" You were desperate. No, even more than that. You were hungry, for the pleasure he was giving you.

He loves how easy it was to switch you from a disobedient bitch to his sweet slutty angel. He loved both sides of you, but he oh-so loved breaking you down until you were nothing but a hole for him to use. 

His other hand would slide under your dress, slipping under the thin piece of string between your cheeks. You’d jolt, tugging on his shirt again as he prodded at your asshole. 

"Slash—Slash, Wait not—Not here—!" Your fists would tug harder on his shirt, eyes welling up all big. 

"Why not, hm? You’re already humping my hand.. why not add more pleasure to it, baby? You want that, don’t you?" 

Your brain was fogged up, not being able to think of a single thing through, but you knew one thing—pleasure. Pleasure is what you craved in that moment. You’d nod, slowly, drunkenly. 

"I’m always right, sweetheart. When are you gonna realize that, huh?" He presses a soft kiss to your lips, sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away. 

He slowly slides his thumb in, easing in with slower circles to your clit. You sigh at the stretch, gently rocking back against the ache. Your body burned for the intoxication, to the point where you didn’t care if anyone saw. 

His thumb stilled, his nostrils flaring as he stared deep into your eyes, "You’re squeezin’ down on me, coating my fucking hand in your juices." 

His thumb would thrust in and out of you, your ass clenching down on his fingers, "taking a thumb up your ass inside a packed club? Now that’s naughty baby.." 

He loves teasing you like this, watching you shiver but not biting back at him like you did before. Instead, you were taking it so well. Even begging for more. 

"Faster..please." Your eyes were barely open at this point, head swiveling side to side. The weight was too heavy to carry on your shoulders. 

Your asshole puckered and squeezed down against his thumb, sucking him inside and keeping him there. 

You huff like a dog, spit dripping down your chest as you grew closer and closer, knowing just how earth shattering the orgasm was going to be just by the building in your tummy.

 "Slash I—I can’t I—going-" You’d heave, eyes rolling back and head following. You arch in a ‘C’ shape, stomach pressing against his abdomen. 

"Do it.. do it on me baby.." His eyes studied your face, lips wet with constant saliva from his tongue licking at the plump skin.

You bury your face in his shirt, squealing in pure pleasure as your orgasm washes over you, dragging you into its depths. He'd kiss your neck, huffing as he too felt cum drip down his shaft inside his pants, sticking to his thighs. Simply the sight of you enjoying yourself all debauched, made him more turned on than he’d like to admit. You huffed, panting into his neck as you came down, eyes glazed over as you slumped into him. 

Once he caught his breath and licked his fingers clean, he’d ask, "You alright?" 

You nod, cuddling into his neck, kissing the skin as a thank you. 

"That’s my girl."  

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[sequinsmile-x]

Anything

Aaron’s frown deepens, his eyebrows stitching together so tightly he wonders if they’ll stay that way permanently. Emily could outdrink anyone. He’d watched her do it countless times. A mix of a rebellious childhood and the bulk of her teenage years being spent in Europe had led to a higher alcohol tolerance than the rest of them, which was something he knew she was proud of.

Something was wrong. 

Emily's drink gets spiked on a night out, and Aaron looks after her.

-x-

Hi friends,

This is a fic for @hopedoesntknow! She wrote the 600th(!) comment on SGW and therefore this is her little gift. She gave me the following prompt and asked it to be getting together with a little drunk confession thrown in:

"One day I'm going to steal your heart."/"You already have."

I hope you all enjoy this! <3

-x-

Words: 3k

Warnings: Drink spiking, alcohol consumption

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

The last thing Aaron wants to do is to go out for some drinks. They’d been away on a case for several days and he was tired, but Jack wasn’t at home, he was away with Jessica and Roy for the week, and the thought of going home to an empty house wasn’t too appealing either. So, despite everything in him telling him to go home, to text the team and say he’d changed his mind after they’d left the office a couple of hours ago, he finds himself standing outside the bar he’d agreed to meet them in.

The bar he’d agreed to meet Emily in. 

If he’s honest with himself the only reason he was here was because she had talked him into it. He’d started to realise there was very little she couldn’t convince him of, if anything, and that if she asked him to pull the moon out of the sky he’d find a way to do it just to see her smile. She’d smiled at him as she stood in the doorway to his office, a sparkle in her eyes he could never resist, as she insisted he came out to meet them when he was done with his paperwork.

He’d smiled and agreed without thinking, having to simply nod in response and swallow back down the words that had been threatening to escape for weeks. He wanted to ask her out, to finally cross the line they’d both been walking like a tightrope for months but every time he backed out. Doubts, about himself, never her, that he could never quite bat away always overwhelming him at the last second. 

He was good enough at his job to see how she looked at him, and smart enough to realise he looked at her that way too. He knew one of them had to be brave enough to take the first step, to jump and hope the other would catch them. 

Maybe, he thinks to himself, a little Dutch courage would help. 

He blows out a steady breath as he walks into the bar, as ready as he can be to deal with his drunk friends. He spots them almost immediately. Everyone, except Emily, either dancing or gathered around the darts board, animatedly arguing over whether JJ had stepped over the line during her last throw. They were all very drunk, the meagre snacks they’d had on the jet nowhere near enough to line their stomachs. 

“Aaron,” Dave says, a wide smile on his face as he calls him over, “You made it.” 

He chuckles as his friend pats him on the back, the smell of scotch flowing off of him like a cologne, “Sorry, there was more paperwork than I thought,” Aaron says, vaguely looking around, “Where’s Emily?” 

Dave smirks and nods towards a booth on the other side of the bar. Aaron frowns as his eyes settle on her. She’s sitting alone, an empty glass in front of her and her head resting against the back of the booth. From where he’s standing, it looks like she’s asleep, and he feels concern spark deep in his gut. 

“Is she okay?” Aaron asks, swallowing thickly against the panic that tries to climb up his throat. 

“She’s okay,” Dave says, shrugging as he’s distracted by Penelope and JJ’s screaming as they score against the boys again during their game, “She only went to sit down a little while ago, she said she felt light-headed,” he chuckles lightly, “And she likes to claim she can outdrink everyone.” 

Aaron’s frown deepens, his eyebrows stitching together so tightly he wonders if they’ll stay that way permanently. Emily could outdrink anyone. He’d watched her do it countless times. A mix of a rebellious childhood and the bulk of her teenage years being spent in Europe had led to a higher alcohol tolerance than the rest of them, which was something he knew she was proud of.

Something was wrong. 

Ever since he’d had to bury her he’d been ultra-aware of her behaviour. He’d spent months going over every interaction he’d had with her into the lead up of the situation with Doyle, and he’d told himself if they got her back, if he got her back, he’d never let anything happen to her again. 

He pushes away any fury he might feel towards the rest of the team, well aware they were likely too drunk themselves to realise something was wrong, and he clenches his jaw as he nods at his friend before he walks towards Emily, ignoring the well-intended jeers from their friends as he gets deeper into the bar. He pauses as he makes it to the booth, noting that now he was closer she wasn’t asleep, her eyes open and blinking against the low light of the bar, but she was most of the way there.

“Em?” 

She turns to look at him, uncoordinated even though she’s sitting down, and she smiles widely, “Aaron! You made it.” 

Her words are slurred, mixing together in a way that almost stops them from making sense, and her eyes are glassy. So bleary and out of focus he can’t help but wonder how many of him she was currently seeing. 

He slips in next to her in the booth, ignoring how her hand lands on his thigh, how the press of her skin even through the material of his pants is enough to make his heart rate. 

“How much have you had to drink?” 

She shrugs, “A couple.”

He nods, the previous spark of concern he’d felt catching alight, spreading through his body like wildfire. He looks at the glass she’d had in front of her, an imprint matching her lipstick on the rim of it, and he picks it up. His heart sinks into his stomach, making his chest feel hollow, as he spots white residue in the bottom of it. 

Someone had slipped something into her drink.

He clenches his teeth again, sure his jaw will buckle with the force of it, and he clears his throat. He places the glass back down, surprised he doesn’t smash it into pieces, and turns his attention back to her.

“Why don’t I take you home?” He says gently, unable to stop himself from tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“You only just got here,” she says, frowning at him, but he shrugs, stepping out of the booth and helping her up too.

“That’s okay, I only wanted to come here to see you, and I think you need some sleep.” 

She hums, stumbling into his side as they walk. He places his arm around her and guides her towards the door, not bothering to let the others know they were leaving. He’d text them later when he had her safely at her place and when he’d had time to think of a suitable punishment for letting this happen to her in the first place. 

They looked after each other, it’s what they’d always done, and he knew once she was better and he could focus on something other than worrying about her, he’d be furious at them. 

Emily leans against him, her complete lack of protests that she was fine another red flag for him, and he leads her to his car. Aaron isn’t sure if he’s grateful or concerned when the security guards don’t stop him, their eyes only briefly lingering on Emily and how out of it she seemed, before they let him go without comment. 

He gets her into the passenger side and does up her seatbelt, his heart skipping a beat as he leans over her, the smell of her perfume filling his senses. He makes quick work of getting into the driver's side, not wanting her out of his sight for even a second, and he turns the engine on. He grabs a bottle of water he’d mercifully put in the door that morning and unscrews the lid, passing it to her. She shakes her head at him.

“I can’t steal your water.” 

He smiles softly and places it in her hands, encouraging her to take a sip, “Drink it slowly,” he says, “And it’s just water, Em,” he adds, reassuring her that it is okay, “You aren’t stealing it.”

She hums again and looks out the window as he starts to drive away, “One day I’m going to steal your heart.” 

He freezes, his hands briefly tight on the wheel at her slurred confession, words he knows she’d never say if she was sober. He sighs and allows himself a second of selfish honesty, one moment of how he truly feels, because he knows she won’t remember this in the morning. 

“You already have.”

___

The first thing Emily is aware of is her pounding head. 

She groans as she opens her eyes, her stomach rolling as she shifts in her bed, nausea threatening to climb up her throat. She sits up slowly, grimacing as she does so, and places her hand on her forehead, rubbing at her skin as if she could ease her headache. 

“What the fuck happened last night?” She asks herself, her voice raspy as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She desperately tries to recall any memories from the night before, but everything after leaving Quantico, after convincing Aaron to join them later, is fuzzy. In a haze she can’t fight through. She looks down at herself as she pulls the covers off of her lap and her confusion deepens when she realises she’s wearing a t-shirt that is far too big for her and a pair of men's sweatpants. She still has her bra on underneath the t-shirt, her skin itching slightly from having worn it for so long, and she’s sure the clothes smell like Aaron.

She shakes her head at herself as she gets out of bed, her footing slightly wobbly as she stands up. She grabs the glass of water from the nightstand and leaves her bedroom, shrugging to herself as she catches sight of herself in the mirror, idly glad that she’d taken her make-up off at least before she’d climbed into bed at whatever time she’d stumbled home. 

She yawns as she walks out into the kitchen, determined to find the takeout menu for her favourite breakfast place, and jumps, almost throwing her glass of water everywhere, when she spots a familiar figure sitting at her kitchen counter.

“Aaron?” She asks, her hand over her chest, her heart beating wildly beneath her skin. 

“Morning, Em,” he says, “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” she answers honestly, too hungover and too torn open by him, by her ever-increasing feelings for him, to lie, “What are you doing here?” 

His smile slips from his face and he turns serious, standing from the stool he’d been sitting on and nodding towards the living room area of her apartment. She looks him up and down ahd realises he’s wearing the same suit he was yesterday, just without his tie and jacket, and she wonders if he’d been here all night.  

 “Come sit.”

She nods and does as he’s asked, confusion churning in her gut alongside her nausea, and she sits next to him, “What’s going on?” 

He sighs deeply and runs his hand through his hair, mussing it in the way that she always wanted to do herself, thought of how soft his hair must be always in the back of her mind. 

“I just want you to know nothing happened,” he says, seemingly assuring her about something she doesn’t understand, “I brought you here and-”

“Aaron, just tell me what happened.”

He nods and clears his throat, “Someone slipped something in your drink last night.” 

It takes a moment for his words to register. A mix of her hangover from hell and the shock slowing down her usual razor-sharp reactions, “Wha…what?”

She once again desperately tries to claw back memories of the night before but she’s coming up blank. It’s suddenly not tinged with the vague amusement she’d had when she first woke up, but horror. The thought of being so vulnerable, of being targeted like that, enough to make the roll of her stomach even worse. 

“I got there a couple of hours after you did, everyone was already wasted but you were the worst and I knew something was wrong,” he says, debating whether he should reach out for her, “So I brought you back here, made you drink plenty of water and once I was sure you weren’t going to be sick anymore I helped you to bed. I stayed to keep an eye on you.”  

Her eyes go wide, “Sick anymore?” She asks, that part of his explanation sticking out, “I threw up in front of you?” She feels her cheeks go red, the thought of being in such a state in front of him making embarrassment rush through her. 

“Em,” he says, finally reaching out and placing his hand on her knee, squeezing the joint of it delicately, “I live with a 6-year-old boy. It takes a lot more than someone throwing up to gross me out.” 

She chuckles humourless, and nods aimlessly, her hand over his as she silently thanks him for trying to ease the weight of the conversation, for knowing her well enough to know that was what she needed.

“What about everyone else?” 

He smiles tightly and looks down at their joint hands, trying to memorise the feel of her skin against his in case it was a long time before he felt it again.

“Well, JJ and Pen have sent me about 20 texts each this morning checking in on you and apologising for not noticing what was wrong. They’ve also tried to call you, as have the others, but I put your phone in your home office so it wouldn’t wake you up,” he explains, watching as she swallows thickly and nods, an absent look in their eyes, “They were very drunk, Em,” he says, knowing deep down it wasn’t an excuse, but not wanting to damage the tentative relationships she’d built back up with everyone since her return from Paris, “And I was there, and I would never let anything happen to you.” 

He doesn’t tell her that he’s already told Penelope he needs her to look over every inch of footage from the CCTV cameras of the bar from last night until she sees someone spike Emily’s drink. He doesn’t tell her that he’s already planning on the team taking on her paperwork for the next several months, an abuse of his power that he’ll allow himself and he knows no one will argue with. He’ll wait until later when she’s less overwhelmed, and when she’s had time to process all of this. 

She nods, “Thank you,” she says, clearing her throat, “I…Thank you.” 

He smiles at her, “You don’t have to thank me,” he says, linking their fingers together to squeeze her hand, “You know I’d do anything for you.” 

She knows it’s true. She knows the only reason he would have even shown up tonight is because she’d been the one to ask him to join the rest of them. She also knows she’d do anything for him too, and that she was tired of hiding it from him. 

“I’d do anything for you,” she replies so quietly she’s not sure he’s heard her at first. Then his hand tightens around hers and she looks up, his eyes fierce as they meet hers. 

“Em…”

She shifts closer, her proximity cutting him off, and she cups his cheek with the hand that isn’t wrapped up in hers. She presses her thumb into his lower lip, testing the plushness of it, and she smiles at him. 

“I mean it. It’s not just because of this, because of last night,” she says, leaning in closer, “You’re…” she blows out a breath, unable to come up with the words. To explain to him what he meant to her. “I think you’re it.”

She cuts off any response by leaning forward, her lips against his, a soft thing at first that deepens as he pulls her in, his hand tangled in her hair as he holds her in place. She sighs as she pulls back, her forehead against his, and she bites her lip to stop her smile from spreading. 

“Your breath sucks,” she quips, smiling when he chuckles and shakes his head at her, pulling back to look at her with his eyebrow raised. 

“Yours isn’t exactly a bed of roses, sweetheart.”

She barely has time to register the fact he’s used a nickname for her before she remembers she’d apparently thrown up the night before, and she covers her mouth with her hand, “Oh god, Aaron I’m-”

“You have nothing to apologise for,” he assures her, tucking her hair behind her ear, “Besides, I helped you brush your teeth after. And helped you take off your make-up.” 

She feels her cheeks burn again, and she buries her face into his chest, “This is the kind of shit you deal with years into a relationship, not before it officially starts,” she mumbles, her words obscured by his shirt.

“What did you say, sweetheart?” 

She smiles at the nickname this time, letting herself enjoy it. She pulls back and looks at him, “Am I wearing your clothes?”

He smiles at the obvious change of topic and nods, “Your clothes were dirty,” he says, shrugging, an edge of embarrassment to his confession, “I didn’t want to go through your closet so I gave you the pjyamas from my go-bag,” he explains, watching her expression carefully, “I swear I didn’t look-”

“Oh, I know you would have been nothing but a gentleman,” she says softly, running her fingers through his hair. She grimaces at the turning of her stomach, at the pounding of her head, “Maybe when I don’t feel like I’ve been hit by a truck you could…not be a gentleman?” 

He leans forward and kisses her forehead before he gathers her into his arms, holding her close, “It’s a date.” 

-x-

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Rita’s Shenanigans 🪩

Summary: Hoping to break the ice with her mate, Elain enlists her family’s help in setting up a night out at Rita’s. A post-ACOSF, Modern AU (with Fae lore).

A contribution to @elucienweekofficial and dedicated to @velidewrites who inspired this with her Rita’s moodboard!

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It wasn’t Elain’s first time at Rita’s, but it certainly felt different from all the other times she’d gamely tagged along with the Inner Circle, not wanting to be left out.

Her mate, Lucien Vanserra, was here. He trailed behind her, the tension between them as taut as the golden thread of fate that connected them. Lucien was close enough to touch, yet figuratively, he could not be farther away.

It had been difficult trying to start fresh with Lucien when she had a history of ignoring him. So Elain confided in Nesta that she needed help interacting with Lucien, which then led to Cassian inviting Lucien to join them for a night out at Rita’s. It was the perfect venue for a night of drinking, dancing, and chatting…plenty of opportunities to grow closer with him.

Elain just couldn’t believe her normally observant mate was not getting the message.

“I like your shoes,” she tried to tell him over the pounding music. They were following Mor, Nesta, and Cassian as the trio made their rounds on the ground floor, greeting the friends they so often saw when they visited Rita’s.

“Thanks,” Lucien replied shortly. He held Elain’s gaze for a full second, looked like he was going to say something, and then thought better of it. The attempt at conversation ended permanently when he looked away awkwardly.

“What kind of drink do you like?” Elain attempted five minutes later.

“I’ll drink just about anything.” Lucien didn’t bother leaning in, which was precisely what Elain had wanted him to do in the loud club. “...you?”

“I like fruit-based drinks.” But Lucien didn’t offer to buy her another drink. Didn’t ask if she wanted to try his non-fruity drink for a change. He simply nodded and went back to talking to Cassian.

Whatever happened to the natural progression of social interactions? Elain huffed internally.

It ground Elain’s gears when Lucien joined Mor in chatting avidly with strangers. Strangers that included other females. Elain told herself that Lucien wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was sociable without being flirtatious. He never put a hand on anyone. Yet Elain’s blood boiled hot when she caught him chuckling at something another female said, or when a female would lean in to hear what he was saying. Too close, she’d thought, clutching her drink so hard it could’ve shattered. Too close…step away from him please!

Perhaps Lucien was trying to give her a taste of her own medicine; payback for all the times she’d duly ignored him at Night Court functions.

Elain debated on chatting up a male or two, just to see if Lucien would be affected. There were certainly a few eyeing her with interest, but the thought of forcing out bland small talk with any of them had Elain grimacing. No. Her goal tonight was to get to know Lucien better, and she was not one to stray from what her mind decided.

When Mor, Cassian, and Nesta had finished saying hello to their friends, the group ascended to the second floor, where the Inner Circle’s regular booth overlooked the massive dance floor. “I’ll sit next to Cassian, Mor will sit next to me, which means you will sit next to Lucien,” Nesta had reviewed with Elain earlier. But when the time came, Lucien chose to squeeze in next to Cassian, which put him opposite of Elain instead of next to her.

Nesta shot Elain an apologetic grimace that bordered on pity. Elain only took a long, long sip of her strawberry daiquiri, head bowed in frustration. She checked her phone. It was only 11:14. I shouldn’t worry, she told herself, there are plenty more opportunities if the night is still young…

***Approximately one hour prior***

“Wait!” Feyre came running down the hall of the River House. “Here’s a touch of shimmer, for luck.” Elain held still as her younger sister, the High Lady, carefully dabbled ultra-glittery eyeshadow over her eyelids and cheekbones.

“How do I look?” Elain asked nervously.

“Absolutely stunning,” Mor said cheerfully as she breezed by. The blonde-haired female was just as stunning herself, with her glossy tresses and sharply-lined brown eyes. She wore a tight black corset that deeply contrasted the flowing ruffles of her classic red skirt. Mor tossed her hair behind her shoulder with flair. “Lucien won’t be able to resist you at all. And Cassian’s already waiting for us, so let’s go!”

Nesta and Elain took Mor’s outstretched hand in the River House foyer, a light breeze of caramel and sweet grapes enveloping them as Mor winnowed. The quiet of the River House was replaced by the vibrant hustle and bustle of Velaris.

They had arrived. Sure enough, Cassian was standing by Rita’s vibrant entrance, his membranous bat wings glowing amber in the faelight. Cassian’s face lit up when Nesta strode towards him in her thigh-high boots, swishing her hips in her slinky silver dress as she walked. The general swept Nesta into a deep kiss, a proud display of affection that passers-by hardly batted an eye at.

“You look gorgeous, Nes,” Elain could hear him rumble appreciatively as she tottered after Mor like a wobbling fawn, unused to the purple heels she’d borrowed from Feyre. Although Rhys had magicked them to fit her shoe size, the extra height had Elain feeling off-balance.

She’d worn the purple heels specifically to match her muted lavender dress. The garment’s semi-sweetheart neckline and spaghetti straps accented Elain’s smaller breasts and sun-kissed shoulders, and the soft fabric hugged her waist and hips before flaring out into a delicate skirt. As pretty as the dress was, Elain fought the urge to cross her arms across her chest, compensating for the lack of coverage. And she tugged at the dress’s hem every few seconds, making sure it hadn’t ridden up her butt.

“Damn it, we should have taken pictures before we left,” Mor sighed, pulling out her phone. She snapped several selfies, cycling through multiple photo-ready expressions in a matter of seconds. “The lighting is so shit in the dark.”

“Can you take a pic of us, Elain?” Cassian asked. “Just use flash.” Cassian and Nesta posed in front of Rita’s manicured hedges, both beaming widely. Nesta’s hand rested on Cassian’s broad chest, while Cassian’s hand wandered dangerously close to her ass. Elain’s cheeks were heating at their intimacy, but she dutifully took some pictures for the couple.

“Lucien!” Nesta suddenly called out, waving to someone behind them.

Oh fuck, Lucien is here. Elain’s heart rate accelerated, every hair on her body prickling with anticipation. She tried to appear blase as she turned around, but Mor still snickered at Elain’s doe eyes growing wider at the sight of Lucien.

He looks good. Elain blinked, trying to comprehend how a male could be so attractive. Oh, he looks really good.

Lucien was striding towards them, his full mouth quirked upwards in a wry grin at Nesta’s greeting and his shoulder-length red hair fluttering perfectly in the breeze. Though his shoulders and back were rolled back with impeccable posture, he still exuded a casual air by hooking a thumb through a belt loop and swinging his other hand lazily.

Lucien’s crisp white shirt had been tucked into a pair of straight brown slacks. And—dear gods—the first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a triangle of warm brown skin. Elain knew her face was burning up even as she averted her gaze, before she could be caught ogling at Lucien’s chest.

“Good to see you, Nesta,” Lucien replied, his voice low and delicious to Elain’s ears. Unable to look him in the eye, Elain stared at Lucien’s feet. He was wearing mossy green sneakers—did he buy them recently? She hadn’t seen him wear those before, and had been meticulously observing him during all his visits to Velaris. “Thanks for the invite, Cassian. I don’t usually come to Rita’s.”

Cassian’s grin was completely natural, despite the artificial nature of their outing.

“Happy to have you here,” he replied, clapping Lucien on the back. “It’s on me tonight, so drink up!” He led the way into Rita’s, everybody else following suit. Elain lingered back a half step, wondering how she would proceed.

“Hey, Lucien,” Mor said as she passed him. “How’s it going?”

“It’s alright,” Lucien shrugged his broad shoulders. “Busy putting out fires, as usual.”

“Well, that’s your specialty, isn’t it?” Mor laughed.”Come on, let’s go inside.” Mor gave the bouncer a nod in greeting, her face easily recognizable having been Rita’s patron for hundreds of years. She slipped through the door quickly, leaving Elain and Lucien still standing outside.

What the hell am I supposed to say? Elain clutched the strap of her purse, feeling overwhelmed at the aroma of crisp leaves, apples, and sun-warmed skin. Lucien’s scent.

“Hi,” was all she could muster. Elain waved her hand shyly. Lucien inclined his head, a neutral expression on his face. This was not at all what she’d imagined when she was getting dolled up for the night. Elain’s heart sank. She had been hoping for an appreciative up-down glance, or even a spark of interest in his eyes.

“After you,” Lucien responded, holding open the door. He held himself stiffly, so unlike the casual grace from before.

“Thanks,” Elain mumbled, ducking her head and rushing through. She clutched her purse to her chest, feeling like such a fool. Of all the things I should’ve said, why the hell did I start off with a hi, she fretted internally. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

She barely had time to dwell on her mishap, though, for the pleasure hall immediately bombarded her senses with flashing red and magenta lights, and booming music. Friday night at Rita’s was well underway.

Tonight’s theme was pink, apparently, judging from the cotton candy glow that illuminated Rita’s cavernous interior. It smelled pink, too, like strawberry taffy and peonies, with a hint of citrus. And while groups of Fae were already dancing to the buoyant pop music, Elain made a beeline for the bar. She needed a drink—desperately.

***Just before midnight***

Cassian said something to Lucien, the music too loud for Elain’s Fae hearing to pick up. Her mate’s grin the corners of his eyes. Lucien leaned into Cassian as he said something back, his shoulder brushing Cassian’s and his mouth inches away from the general’s ear. Elain shifted restlessly in her seat, squeezing her thighs together. The thought didn’t normally cross her mind, but…gods. She wanted to be Cassian more than anything at that moment.

Elain was three drinks deep—she’d counted a strawberry daiquiri, a sangria, and a rum soda—hoping to muster the courage to make a move on Lucien. But instead of feeling brave, Elain was frustratingly horny.

It didn’t help that Lucien was strikingly beautiful. No male could ever look like him, with the jagged scars running down the left side of his face and the golden mechanical eye that mesmerized Elain with its whorls and etched runes. Lord of Foxes, Rhys had nicknamed him. Fitting, since Lucien’s countenance was sharp and pensive, as if he was always thinking. What’s passing through your mind, Elain wondered. What do you think of me?

Lucien himself had downed six drinks, most of them from a drinking game with Cassian. Since the games were based on wit, not luck, Elain half-wondered if Lucien was losing on purpose to get free drinks. She also wondered if the alcohol was going to his head.

Because after his fourth drink, Elain had sensed him watching her throat move as she tipped her head back, swallowing the last of her cocktail. After his fifth drink, Lucien had made eye contact with her multiple times over the fan of cards in his hand, his eyes burning with molten intensity.

If the alcohol was encouraging Lucien to send sizzling looks her way, it still wasn’t pulling enough weight when it came to initiating conversation.

Lucien brought his sixth drink—a mint mojito—to his lips. The slant of his mouth against the rim of the cocktail glass made Elain’s own lips tingle, for it was impossible not to imagine him doing the same to her mouth. The tilt of his sharp jaw and the half-lidded close of Lucien’s eyes had Elain holding her breath. This is the last time I’m going to stare at Lucien for the next five minutes, she promised herself, for she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her attention. He probably already knew she had checked him out multiple times in the past hour. The last time—

As if he could sense her thoughts, Lucien’s russet eye—the one facing Elain—opened mid-sip. Lucien’s eye narrowed into a sly smirk, his lips still on his drink, sending Elain reeling from the heady sizzle of heat that seared through their bond.

But Elain maintained steady eye contact with Lucien as he set his glass down. If he thought she was a trembling fawn, she would show him otherwise tonight. Mates are equals, are they not? I should be able to match Lucien’s wily stare, no problem.

“Wait, I need to use the bathroom,” Mor said, getting up, breaking the tension between Elain and Lucien.

Mor had just left when a young waiter, likely a University of Velaris student, came by with a tray of shots. “Five shots for Cassian?” he asked, checking the tablet with the orders.

“That’s me, thanks,” Cassian took the small platter from him. He turned back to the table with a broad grin. “A shot for you, a shot for you—oh don’t look at me like that Elain, you’re getting one too—a shot for you…oh, and I guess I’ll take Mor’s.” Cassian doled out small glasses of clear liquid to Nesta, Elain, and Lucien.

“Cheers!” Nesta whooped, raising her shot glass. She and Cassian looped arms, taking their shots at the same time. Elain sniffed the glass and blanched. It smelled like liquid death, strong enough to make her eyes water. She looked towards her sister for help, but Nesta was now busy pouring a bit of sugary cocktail down Cassian’s open mouth.

“Cheers,” she said coolly to Lucien, clinking his glass.

“Cheers,” he repeated, his brows raised in faint amusement. Elain swallowed down three-fourths of the glass quickly, but coughed and sputtered at the last bit. The burning bitterness of the alcohol was too much. “You alright?” Lucien asked, his gold eye fixated on her, whirring and clicking.

Damn, was that all it took for him to say something? I should’ve gotten Cassian to start shots earlier.

“Yeah,” Elain replied, wiping the edge of her mouth, still cringing at the disgusting residue on her tongue.

“Aw, come on, I can’t believe you guys did shots without me!” Mor pouted, having returned. “But don’t worry, I just got us another round.” She pulled a little platter out from behind her back with a wink. There was also a small bowl of lime wedges and salt on the tray, to her confusion.

Lucien chuckled slightly at Elain’s pained expression.

“You want to lick the salt, take the shot, and then suck on the lime,” Lucien advised Elain, leaning across the table to sprinkle some onto the back of her hand. “It’ll help with the taste.”

Elain blushed at the words “lick” and “suck” coming from Lucien’s mouth, so she only nodded furiously. After a resounding “cheers!” and a bracing of her gag reflex, the alcohol ended up going down more smoothly, thanks to the numbing salt and tangy sour of the lime.

“Fuck yeah, Elain’s taking it like a champ!” Nesta shouted, as Elain slammed the glass down, looking directly at Lucien. Elain blushed extra hard, for her mouth puckered around the lime in the most undignified manner when Lucien glanced at her.

“Forget the card game, let’s dance!” Mor suggested, capitalizing on the moment. Elain got up first, resisting the urge to glance at her mate. “Everyone, including you, Lucien!”

Rita’s consisted of three levels: a dance floor, a second level of booths and tables for parties and cards, and a third level of private rooms. The upper two levels overlooked the first, giving patrons a view of the writhing bodies below. The group descended to the first level, where thin streams of faelight extended from the ceiling to the floor, creating an illusion of falling water.

Fae were congregated in little dance circles, bobbing their heads and throwing hands up in the air. Pink-tinged faelight pulsated in sync with the chest-vibrating beats, drinks flowed freely on the sidelines as Fae of all backgrounds mingled gregariously.

It was a particularly festive night at Rita’s. After years of turmoil—first Amarantha, then Hybern, then the Asteri and Koschei—peace was finally here. Instead of partying recklessly like the world was ending, the Fae smiled and laughed as they danced and chatted. Tonight, Rita’s atmosphere was marked relief and hope for Prythian’s new era.

Mor worked her way into the center of the dance floor, the rest of the group following close behind. Her joints and limbs were a bit awkward, but Elain gamely moved with the beat, buoyed by the room’s vibrant energy. Next to her, Cassian tucked in his wings, making use of the little room they had to expertly spin Nesta. Elain smiled. The general had been practicing his dance moves, it seemed.

Mor had taken to dancing on her own, rolling her body and side-stepping in her heels to song after song. She knew all the words, and was not above singing loudly when a personal favorite came on.

Lucien, who had put Mor between himself and Elain, was seemingly lost in the music. The gold earring on the tip of his pointed ear twinkled in the pink light and the pale scar cutting down his face was stark as he tilted his head up. His eyes were closed, chin nodding with the music.

Elain took full liberty to stare at Lucien’s sculpted chest and his strong, brown forearms—revealed thanks to his rolled-up sleeves. Desire, itching for an outlet, burned in her throat like residual alcohol.

She had been shyly bouncing on her toes for the first few songs, which was how Elain knew the drinks from earlier kicked in. Her movements suddenly became fluid like butter, more frivolous. She didn’t care if anyone was watching now, not even Lucien. All Elain’s body wanted to do was dance the night away.

Left leg, right leg, and a gyrate of the hips. Left leg, right leg, a flick of her honey-brown hair and shimmy of her shoulders. Hop, hop, hop to the beat. Left leg, right leg, swing to the side. Was this what Nesta and Mor felt when they commanded the ballroom floor during the Hewn City Solstice? This melting of notes, this frenzy of accelerating beats, this arcing melody that guided her body along the river of song?

Mist pumped onto the dance floor, muting the flashing lights in a dream-like haze. Elain threw her hands up and cheered with the rest of the crowd when the beat dropped, the floor vibrating as everybody jumped with frenzy. Being tipsy smoothed over any pain points in her feet and made her forget how clunky her heels were.

Elain wasn’t sure how much time had passed. She had made sure to stay within the confines of their little circle earlier, but now Elain could care less about the strangers’ bodies that kept bumping into hers. If Rita’s got more crowded during the last few minutes, she didn’t mind at all. The more people, the more fun to be had.

The circle of constellations on Rita’s high ceiling, with its painted animals and mythological Fae, swam in Elain’s vision. Her lips parted in breathless admiration: she was weightless in a sea of stars and pink, her body so dizzyingly spinning as if she would ascend to those heights any moment now. Elain’s ankle buckled when she landed a tad too hard.

“Steady there.” A voice Elain knew all too well murmured lowly by her ear. That voice was accompanied by a calloused hand she was less familiar with, the warm palm steadying her bare shoulder. Lucien. An electric shiver ran down Elain’s spine at her mate’s touch. He must’ve been with me this whole time, Elain realized.

“Hello.” She half-turned, suddenly aware of how close Lucien was. His scent, of sweet apples and sunlight, wreathed around her, drawing Elain in like a moth to a flame.

“Hey.” By the Cauldron, how could such a beautiful male be her mate? Elain was tempted to run her hands through that silky long hair. She longed to caress the high cheekbones and brutal scarred rivulets of skin, to memorize the shape of his face with her hand. She wanted to pull him down by the collar of his shirt, until she knew what those lips tasted like. She must have been staring open-mouthed at him like a fish, for Lucien’s handsome brow furrowed with concern. “Do you need to get back to the others?”

She could barely hear him, but Elain shook her head fervently. “No, I still want to dance.” Lucien’s eyes flickered, scanning her to make sure she was as alright as she claimed. “Will you stay here? With me?” Elain blurted out.

Gods, the alcohol…it certainly made her more expressive and less preoccupied with what others—including Lucien—might think. Her mate was so tall that the bobbing of his throat was at eye level when Lucien swallowed. Elain fixated on the little groove at the base of his neck, wondering what it would be like to kiss it. To mark it, with a juvenile hickey, so that the other females would know he was hers. Her instincts sharpened into something territorial, ready to snap at anyone who dared lay hands—or eyes—on her mate. Lucien was hers tonight.

“Yes, of course.”

Fuck, yes. Elain turned back around, unable to hide the victorious smile on her face. Did she know what she would do next? No, but it didn’t matter if Lucien was beside her. His simple presence was more than enough to light her up, renewing her energy to dance.

The song was faster now, crowd around them surging back and forth like the choppy sea, pushing her up against Lucien every few beats. Elain savored it every time it happened, leaning more into her mate and even wiggling her hips against him as a sign of encouragement.

Would Lucien take it?

Elain’s breath hitched with excitement when she felt broad hands rest lightly on her waist. Elain’s nerves sparked delightfully in response. “It’s just me,” Lucien reminded her, his breath tickling her ear.”

If she turned and tilted her head just so slightly, she would be kissing him. But even in her heady buzz, Elain held herself back. She leaned against Lucien instead and moved as the song demanded of her. Lucien kept his hands placed on her waist, but the thin fabric of her dress made it obvious whenever his fingers shifted against her hips.

A feeling of security settled deep in her bones as she swayed against Lucien. Her mate had a strong sense of rhythm, for he matched her steps and mirrored every roll and gyrate of her lithe body. They were well-matched on the dance floor, utterly perceptive to the changes each song elicited from each other.

“You’ve been such a tease,” Lucien hummed in her ear, his voice low and sultry. “I was wondering when you were going to drop your good girl act.”

Elain’s response was to bend forward slightly and grind her ass against Lucien. She didn’t really know what she was doing—she hadn’t done this before—but Lucien’s grip tightened on her hips. Pulling her flush against him.

Fuck…the growing erection she felt against her ass only made Elain’s head buzz even more. Her core clenched at the thought of Lucien’s cock sliding along her ass, between her thighs, through her—

“Shit, Elain,” Lucien groaned as she straightened back up. His russet eye was dark with blatant desire when she glanced back.

“What, didn’t think I had it in me?” she shouted over the loud music. Lucien’s grin was positively wicked as he pulled her hips towards him again.

“I always knew you had it in you. Like I said, I’ve just been waiting for you to show me.” Lucien splayed his palm against her lower belly, running it up her abdomen. More, more, I need more. Elain heaved a shaky breath when Lucien’s hand traveled up between the valley of her breasts to play with the gold necklace she was wearing, her mind wandering to all the things he could do with those dexterous fingers.

“Want me to show you again?” Elain asked slyly.

“Fuck, yes, Elain. What do you mean, want me to show you again?” Lucien’s tone was teasingly indignant. Elain was slightly more practiced this time, relishing the way Lucien’s body moved in sync with her hips. The air was musky with the scent of Lucien’s arousal, twining around Elain’s instincts and driving her urges up, up, up.

She turned to face Lucien fully when DJ transitioned from techno pop into one of her guilty-pleasure songs, making Elain even more giddy. The two bounced up and down, half-shouting half-singing the raunchy lyrics to each other. Somehow, Lucien knowing all the words made Elain want him even more. When Lucien tipped his head back and laughed, the look of pure, unfettered joy on his face induced a twinge in Elain’s heart.

Lucien’s hands returned to her body, gently stroking her waist and cradling her close with a hand on her back. Now that she was facing his chest, Elain couldn’t fight the urge to trace the edges of his open shirt, marveling at the hard lines and gleaming bronze of his skin.

“When I first saw you tonight,” Lucien said in her ear, leaning down. “I wondered if you had any idea just how beautiful you were.”

“Says the male who had no reaction when he saw me,” Elain replied, slightly indignant. Lucien’s hand grazed the small of her back, drifting closer to the curve of her ass. It was difficult decide whether she wanted to lean into his broad chest, or lean back until her ass filled his hand.

“An emissary always knows how to keep a poker face.” Lucien chuckled lowly, nipping the tip of her pointed ear delicately. Elain shivered from the bite of pressure, the pleasing sensation traveling down her spine. “I initially caught sight of you when Mor winnowed in, so I had a couple minutes to collect myself, actually.”

Elain blushed.

“If we’re going to reveal our tricks to each other…I actually asked Nesta and Cassian to help with setting something up between us,” she confessed.

“I know.” Lucien’s grin was teasing. “Cassian was being quite obvious.”

“Oh, Cauldron!” Elain cried, mortification rising. She buried her face against Lucien’s chest, inhaling his natural, crisp scent as well as his arousal.

“There’s a reason why he’s a general, not an emissary,” Lucien joked. He took one of Elain’s hands into his, spinning her around to break her embarrassment, and brought her back against him with ease. “Even then, I thought it was too good to be true. Elain Archeron, finally going out of her way to interact with little Lucien.”

Elain wrapped her arms around Lucien’s neck, pressing every available inch of herself against his body. There was nothing little about Lucien—especially if they were going to acknowledge the hardened length she felt against her stomach.

“Is that why you’ve been so standoffish?” Elain demanded.

“Partly,” Lucien admitted, still keeping them in sync with the beat by taking little steps forward, backwards, and side-to-side. Elain followed his lead, savoring Lucien’s fluid motions and his warm hands on her body. “I was waiting for you to take the lead.”

“Hmph,” Elain pouted, turning her doe brown eyes up. The glittery eyeshadow Feyre had dusted over her lids shimmered under the pink light, making her look particularly ethereal. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a passive male.”

“Oh, I’m not.” Lucien winked, a mischievous gesture that had Elain’s heart stuttering. “But this…our mating bond…I wanted to treat it with more care.” His large hand had migrated downwards, caressing the shape of her ass.

“Oh? And this is what you’re doing? Treating me with care?” Elain replied coyly, still obsessed with tracing Lucien’s chest through his open shirt. Lucien inhaled sharply at her feather-light touch, his russet eye darkening.

“I’m appreciating your ass,” he clarified, articulating the word ‘appreciating’ with an edge of sarcasm. “A respectable male like me would never deign to grab it—or smack it.”

Elain stretched up until her mouth was near her mate’s ear.

“But what if I want you to smack it?” Lucien threw his head back and laughed, a throaty, genuine sound.

“That’s the alcohol speaking for you, Elain. Let’s save the ass-slapping for later.” Later, he had said, Elain’s chest tightening with giddy anticipation. There’s going to be a later. At least Lucien’s hand inched further down, cupping her ass and kneading the soft flesh. Not quite a slap, but still offering some of the attention Elain was desperate for.

“Mmmm,” she hummed against his chest, eyes closed in bliss. Lucien kept his hand possessively on her rump, pressing her snugly against him. Elain sang her heart out, grabbing Lucien’s other hand and hoisting it into the air whenever the chorus played. She’d sobered up now, but Rita’s was still a sensory overload: loud music drowning out her everyday stresses, Lucien’s cloying scent and arousal, his devilishly perfect face and mismatched eyes being all she could see, the heat emanating from his body, and his hands all over her.

Lucien whistled loudly when Elain decided to shimmy down, running her hands along his body as she got low on bent knees.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, using two fingers to tilt her chin sensually as she came back up. Lucien’s expression of approval and hunger boosted Elain’s confidence through Rita’s lofty ceiling, her inner vixen purring at Lucien’s words.

She wasn’t sure how many more songs passed. Maybe it was because each one was more “danceable” than the last. Or maybe it was because she was with Lucien. Her mate’s energy was boundless: his feet were nimble, his shoulders were sharp, his claps were perfectly on beat.

He matched her moves perfectly. When Elain body-rolled against him, his hand was always on her lower back to steady her. When she leaned in, Lucien’s lips were poised at the tips of her ear or along her jaw, in a ghost of a kiss he would not bring to completion. When Elain sashayed forward, Lucien took the appropriate steps back, before returning the gesture with artful steps of his feet.

She may have hooked her fingers through his belt loops a couple times, yanking him closer whenever she felt he was getting a little too far away. There were moments when Lucien dipped his head low, heightening the delicious, stomach-tightening tension between them. Electricity practically crackled as Lucien’s golden eye shimmered and whirred, savoring the presence of his mate.

But at some point, Elain’s feet began to ache. And it dawned just then how dry her mouth was, before spiraling into a realization of how sweaty it was in the middle of the dance floor.

“I need to get a drink,” she shouted into Lucien’s ear. He nodded, and protectively led her out of the dancing masses. Elain squeezed her way back to the table upstairs, where Nesa, Cassian, and Mor had apparently been hanging out the entire time.

“Welcome back!” Cassian grinned smugly, holding out a hand for Lucien to clap as Mor scooted down the horseshoe-shaped booth, making room. Lucien sat down besides Elain and poured her a cup of crisp, icy water. It was absolutely delicious.

“How are you feeling?” Mor asked. The female’s brown eyes regarded Elain briefly, before shifting into a sly I-saw-you type of expression. Elain blushed vividly. Mor’s gift of truth likely meant she saw just how close and personal Elain got with Lucien—if she wasn’t already watching them from above.

“Sober,” Elain replied. Lucien, still talking to Nesta, distractedly moved Elain’s wavy hair behind her shoulder, smoothing the frizz down by running his fingers gently through it. The completely natural air of his gesture, made Elain melt a little at her mate’s attentiveness and care. “I’m a bit tired, though.”

“Oh, come on, Elain! We just started this card game!” whined Nesta. “We can’t leave yet!” Cassian flashed Elain a wink when Lucien was preoccupied with the chips and dip on the table.

Elain blinked.

“Oh….oh!” She flusteredly understood Cassian’s message.”I-I wouldn’t want to interrupt…perhaps Lucien can escort me home?”

Lucien nodded, taking one last swig of water. “Sure,” he replied, getting up from the table and offering his arm. Elain’s hand tingled when she placed it on his forearm. It was nice and solid, warm and safe. She hoped the pink faelight hid her blush when she recalled how that same forearm was previously wrapped around her stomach, pulling her back flush against his muscled body…

She clung more tightly to him once they stepped out into the chilly night air. Elain figured Lucien could have just winnowed them back to the River House, so she appreciated the fact that he was willing to walk. The main thoroughfares of Velaris were still well-lit, with night owls bustling and chatting. Stars twinkled in the velvet black sky, the moon glowed in its shapely crescent.

“Where are you going after?” Elain asked, hoping to prolong the time they could spend together.

“My apartment in Velaris,” Lucien replied, glancing down with a small smile. “It’s too late to winnow back to the human lands.”

Elain didn’t know how to respond to that. Did dancing sensually together bring them close enough for her to invite herself over? Still, the question ‘can I come over’ felt too forward to her. And saying ‘I’d like to see your place someday’ sounded awkward, since Lucien was hardly ever in Velaris. Part of her wished they were going home together, wherever “home” could be.

“Let’s give your feet a rest,” Lucien noted, steering them to a gurgling fountain in a small square. They had escaped the hubbub of central Velaris into a residential area, though a couple Fae were spotted walking their dogs on the street. Elain sat down on the fountain’s cool stone edge, the night air wicking away the remainder of her sweat. She was about to take off her shoes, when Lucien said, “allow me.”

He sat down beside her on the fountain, propping her leg onto his muscled thigh. Ever so gently, Lucien undid the strap of Elain’s chunky purple heel, massaging the reddened skin with firm fingers after he slipped the shoe off. That feels nice, Elain thought, resisting the urge to make satisfied noises that would sound too much like moans. I haven’t had someone take care of me like this in a while.

Lucien did the same to her other shoe, his focused expression making Elain soft. He seems witty and sarcastic all the time, but he’s kind and gentle underneath. He’s confident in his looks, but never overly cocky like other Fae males. I hate that I waited this long before trying to know him better, Elain thought, though she knew perfectly well that she had not been in the right headspace to consider a mate when she had been freshly Made Fae.

She swung her legs off his lap when Lucien finished. Her mate started to get up.

“Wait,” Elain said suddenly, gripping his wrist. She gulped nervously, heart beating faster than a rabbit’s at Lucien’s concerned expression. She’d grabbed him in a spur-of-the-moment impulse, and was suddenly left without any words to say. I don’t want the night to end, Elain thought. Please…stay with me a bit longer.

Elain’s earnest, doe-brown eyes glimmered and blinked up at her mate in the moonlight. They skimmed his exposed chest through his shirt and traveled up the strong column of his throat. They lingered on Lucien’s full lips and brushed over his high cheekbones, before settling on his eyes. She wanted him so badly, it almost hurt to breathe.

“Elain, are you alright—” Lucien tried to say, but Elain was already leaning in.

Her soft berry-colored lips grazed his, promptly shutting Lucien up.

Elain had severely misjudged her incoming angle, for she ended up kissing only half of Lucien’s mouth. Elain’s cheeks flaming as she pulled away. Holy shit, I’m probably worst kisser Lucien has ever had and I am his MATE. Embarrassment crowded out all other thoughts, including the very important thoughts that should have remembered how her first kiss with Lucien felt.

But Lucien had gone utterly still, his chiseled face a deep red. Even his golden eye had stopped whirring.

“I’m sorry,” Elain nearly whispered, her voice small. “I should’ve asked if…if you wanted a kiss.” Lucien shook himself out of his daze, blinking. Composing himself quickly, Lucien looked down at Elain with a sly smirk.

“Oh, come on, Elain. Give me a proper kiss, won’t you?”

“Wh-what?” Elain stuttered, not sure if she heard him right.

“Like this, silly.” Lucien leaned down, broad hand cupping the underside of Elain’s jaw as he slanted his mouth over hers. Warmth blossomed within Elain’s chest as the golden thread within her glowed with the light of the sun. Lucien’s kiss…it was so magical, so full, so sweet…it was simply perfect. Just the right amount of pressure, the perfect fit of his full lips against her rosebud lips.

They broke apart after several moments, though Elain petulantly felt it was altogether too short. Now that she kissed Lucien once, all she wanted to do was kiss him again. It looked like her mate was feeling the same way, for Lucien’s chest was heaving slightly, the warring disbelief and desire in his eyes a contrast to his suave demeanor.

“Again, please.” Elain hadn’t realized she’d uttered those words until Lucien kissed her again, more deeply this time.

So this is what kissing is supposed to feel like, Elain thought, just before she let the reins of self-control go. She didn’t care that they were making out in a public space. Didn’t stress if she was a bad kisser. She simply leaned into the moment, letting her body respond to the cues from his, savoring every kiss he bestowed upon her.

Elain stopped kissing Lucien to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed and brown eyes half-lidded with yearning under the moonlight. Lucien looked similarly disheveled, with the collar of his shirt askew and swollen mouth parted slightly.

His hand was still caressing her cheek, his touch stirring Elain’s instincts. She was burning with desire, too ready to jump out of her own skin and continue down the path of where they left off. But a public fountain was no place to be engaging in such lascivious activities.

“Would…would you like to come over?” Lucien asked, as if he was reading her thoughts.

“Fuck, yes, Lucien. What do you mean, would you like to come over?” Elain grinned as she invoked the same teasing indignation from earlier.

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So season 3. Let's do this!

This took so so so long and is not quite where/what I wanted it to be soooo... I am so sorry 😅🥲 this will most likely be 2 parts cause... Yeah, just life man.

Actually some dialogue in this one? Sure, a line or two, as a treat.

(Part1) (part2)

Steve had been working at Scoops Ahoy for a few weeks now and he feels like he's built a decent rapport with his coworker Robin. She's witty and snarky and opinionated and when Steve wears a more tinted lipgloss than he intended resulting in a customer clocking it and saying something rude that he can't help but smile his dead-eyed customer service smile at, she clocks out for her lunch early (and takes an extra 15 minutes) and comes back with a full face of makeup and shoos him into the back with the mascara she bought from the shop a couple stores over. They both start coming to work with at least mascara, eyeliner and lipstick and Steve loves it. He compliments the hand-drawn designs on her shoes and she asks where he got his rainbow heart pin. They mostly disagree on music they listen to -she still lets him drag her to a couple live music nights at The Hideout with him and Billy every now and then anyway- but their politics and basic life philosophies line up pretty well.

He could do without the 'You Rule / You Suck' board, especially when Billy gets in on it and adds tallies from a little notebook he starts keeping when he and Steve hang out outside of kids and work. And the jokes about his kids (and occasionally Billy) when they come through for free passage to the movies. And the jabs about his parents' money like he still has access to that or their house.

He doesn't tell her that he was cut off and disowned and kicked out. He doesn't tell her that he had to get a job to help pay for his community college courses because he was a disappointment that couldn't get into a pre-approved 4-year university and that meant no college fund and he was still a few years away from being 21 and having access to the trust fund his grandparents set up for him when he was still just a lump of forming cells. And even then anything in that will probably be blown on buying himself his own permanent place instead of just a hand-me-down trailer in the middle of the woods so he needs to save for things like bills and a mortgage.

He doesn't tell her that the reason he lets the kids get away with so much is because they're *his* and they've already seen more fucked up shit than the cops in this town (save Hop) and he'll be damned if they don't get to just be kids. He'll be damned if they decide he's someone they need to hide from and sneak around like they hide and sneak from Joyce and Hop cause that's how they didn't know about half the shit the kids got up to while the adults were doing their best to take care of things themselves. He doesn't tell her that he's paying "rent" to the chief of police (it's way less than he should be but it's all Hop would take).

He doesn't tell Robin a lot of things.

Then sometime after Robin finally warmed up to him but before Dustin comes back from camp, Eddie Munson walks into Scoops Ahoy, his metalhead nerdy entourage in tow. He orders a plain scoop of vanilla with sprinkles in a cup and one of the others also orders something small and simple (while longingly eyeing their diabetes-inducing, horribly artificial tasting, bubblegum flavor when Munson turns away) before all of them are squeezing into one of the largest booths, emptying out messenger bags and backpacks of overstuffed binders and scuffed up versions of very familiar looking textbooks. It's like looking at an older -slightly grungier- version of his kids.

"Gentlemen, now that 🎶school's out for summer🎶-" There's a musical lilt as he says it that sounds vaguely familiar to Steve, "-and it has been confirmed that I will in fact be held captive for yet another stint in the hell they call Hawkins High School it is time we confer and conspire for the next year of Hellfire and the little sheep that will be joining our flock." He kinda loses track of it after that because then his kids are rushing in demanding tasters of everything and edging towards the lifting part of the counter with a look in their eyes that speaks of mischief. He puts up the initial fuss about them only visiting him for his backrooms access and that they promised to only come over when there were no customers around. He lets them through anyway.

He notices Munson eyeing him as he puts the partition back in place shaking his head and Robin laughing at him as she washed their ice cream scoops. The one that's vaguely more familiar looking than the rest and reminds him of a taller, angrier, Dustin with a better hair regimen isn't quite glaring at him but is definitely paying more attention than the rest of Munson's posse and seems more suspicious than Eddie's curious.

The metalheads are still there when Billy shows up stinking of chlorine in clothes that are damp where they cling to his frame. The group loosens up a little when he shoots Steve his signature smug smirk as he shrugs on his denim jacket that -like Steve's own jacket hanging out of sight in the staffroom- had begun accumulating patches and pins since Neil's incarceration. Unlike Steve's, Billy's has homages to bands like Mötley Crue, Deff Leppard, Twisted Sister and Guns N' Roses with little trails of shakily embroidered flowers and constellations on the collar and hems and filling the spaces between the patches and pins. Billy also has a small pink triangle on the lapel where Steve has a rainbow. Steve pretends not to notice the way the group goes a little quiet as Billy starts his usual routine of sunnily demanding tasters of all the available flavors and then again with sprinkles to "-really get an idea of their ✨nuance✨, prettyboy" before deciding on a scoop of double chocolate with a scoop of raspberry vanilla in a cup with sprinkles and one of their fresh waffle cones on top. Like always.

"Really branching out there aren't ya, tough guy?" Steve keeps his face as stoney as possible but he can't help the humored edge to his voice.

Billy just winks at him running his tongue over his teeth as he gives Steve an exaggerated leer, "Gotta keep you on your toes, handsome." Robin fake gags and Steve laughs and Eddie Munson turns red as he stares at the two joking jocks. Billy goes quiet as he stares at his ice cream and Steve recognizes the look on his face, tells the blonde to go sit down in their usual booth and he'd be taking his break soon and they can talk about whatever's bothering him.

What's bothering him is Neill getting parole for 'good behavior', Jim only telling the Mayfield-Hargroves almost a week after he was let out because that was actually the same day he himself found out. Billy found out just before a summer basketball practice session and thinks he snapped at an underclassmen he's been trying to get to open up about what Billy is 90% certain is going on in the kid's home, but he knows that cops can't do much if the victim(s) refuse to trust in those trying to help them. He's worried about the kid he snapped at. Worried about Susan and Max. Worried that even with the restraining order Neill will try something. Billy tells Steve he had thought he saw Neill around the outskirts of town during errands or during his turn to haul the kids around a couple of times before Hop told them and now he's sure it wasn't just paranoia. Steve tells him they'll figure it out, reminds him he's not alone in this

That makes Billy smile, small and tired but real and grateful. His shoulders are still tense and there's still a wariness in the smallest crease between his eyebrows that makes Steve ask if there's anything else. They talk about some of the weird dreams Billy's been having that makes Steve encourage him to talk to El. Just to make sure Billy isn't going through what happened to Will the last alternate-dimension-go-around.

They make plans to head out to see the two Hoppers after Steve's shift. Come up with a basic timeline of when and where Billy thinks he saw Neil so they have something to start with for Hop. Put together an idea of how involved Billy wants to be in whatever plan Hop comes up with. They're interrupted by a group of girls swanning into the shop and Steve being yelled at by Robin to get himself back to work. As he gets up from the table Steve levels Billy with a look that makes the blond think about the way Max and the kids described Steve when they talked about how he fought off the pack of demodogs in the junkyard, planting himself between them and snarling snapping danger like Galahad himself.

Steve looks him in the eyes and says "I swear Billy, we're going to get through this, we'll take care of it and keep you and the girls safe. Hop knows what's going on and even Callahan can't get away with letting that piece of shit fall through the cracks after what he pulled." He leans in close and bites out probably louder than he should for the amount of people in the shop, "And if that fucker gets near any of you I've got Darling in Baby's trunk and I am not afraid to use her on a human shaped monster instead."

Author's (rambler's) Notes:

So, that's all I have for season 3 rn I am so sorry. 😭 I'm working on the next bit but I am so burnt out recently and now I'm unemployed cause of the ceiling at my job caving in which does not help the stress. So I unfortunately do not have a timeframe for you. 🥲 A couple of folks asked to be tagged so... Here you are? To be fair I'm not making any promises in regards to the taglist in the future, I will do my damnedest and y'all will have to bear with me.

I'm glad people are liking this and tbh this has gotten more attention than I expected so thanks? I appreciate the appreciation of my ramblings. Feel free to scream at/with me about this au in my asks box and I'll respond when/as I can. I'm just glad people are enjoying this. 🙃

@heartsong18

@knightofthieves

#punk!steve harrington #punk steve au #punk but make it preppy #punk!steve au #punk steve harrington #punk steve headcanons #stranger things thoughts #stranger things season 3 au #pre stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #i will die on this fucking hill #billy antis dni #not apologist #but billy hargrove deserves better #abuse victims deserve love and affection too #neil hargrove is his own warning #neil hargrove can fuck off #steve Harrington has shitty parents #bffs billy and steve #billy and the party #steve and the party #steve and the kids #eddie munson makes a minor appearance #Steve notices Eddie #Eddie notices Steve #bamf Steve Harrington #protective steve harrington #part 3 #rambler writes

[3tabbiesandalab]

Branded - Part 1

Here we go folks. Another Rhett Abbott x Reader.

Part 2

Featuring soft kinda messy Rhett, friends to lovers. Reader is Maria’s step sister and to Perry, Maria is a see you next tuesday (if you’re Aussie you will get it!)

I can totally picture Rhett’s inner dialogue as just single words and phrases!

I promise Rhett SMUT next chapter. It wouldn’t be complete without it!

I found writing a bit harder this time so I really fingers crossed you like it! 

Lots of swearing!

My masterlist if you want to read other stuff I write.

Enjoy xox

The usual Friday night crowd filled the smoky bar, and Rhett Abbott took a sip from his third beer as he quietly sat with Perry in a booth. They were both there drinking for their own reasons, Perry drowning his sorrows about his missing wife Rebecca and Rhett because he had nothing else but riding bulls, his fucked-up family, and their struggling ranch.

It’s not like he hated his life, he loved the familiarity and beauty of Wabang, even though most of the people in the town didn’t think much of him. And he loved his goddamn mess of a family and despite everything, he would do anything for them. When it came down to it, Rhett was a pretty simple man, but he felt like he just wanted something more.

Rhett wanted to make something of himself, but he was on borrowed time on a bull. At 26 he already had a permanently screwed up wrist and a recurrent shoulder injury, but he just needed a few more chances for a big payday and to make a name for himself. He coveted more responsibility and input at the ranch, a chance to get it back up and running to save Perry’s, Amy’s, and his legacy. And maybe he’d like to see the ocean someday.

But most of all, he wanted a girl to share his life with. Not his typical quick fuck in a buckle bunny or some girl out to make their daddy mad or boyfriend jealous. But somebody loyal who loved him for who he was, but could challenge him to be more. A best friend who he could talk and laugh with. Someone he could fight with then fuck it all better.

Rhett longed for the girl.

He took a long pull from his beer and sighed. Until he found her, he would just have to make do. Not for the first time that night, his eyes drifted over to Maria, the girl he had liked in high school. She’d flirted with him like crazy back then and caused a bit of drama. Nothing ever happened between them though, and she left town soon after they graduated. Now she was back, he wondered if she’d want him now.

“Fuck knows why, but you’ve had eyes on that girl since you were sixteen. You gonna make a move?” Perry teased him.

“It never worked out, then she left for college, and I stayed here.” Rhett offered.

Perry shook his head. “How many excuses you gonna make? I thought you were sposed to be good at pickin’ up women.”

“Perry. Nah I don’t… Listen...” he tried to argue.

“Chicken shit. I don’t like her but get up there. Go get that girl. C’mon now.” Perry encouraged as he took a swig of beer.

Screw it.

He wasn’t a stupid teenager following her round like a lost puppy anymore, and he was itching for a fuck. Rhett took a deep breath and chugged the rest of his drink. He got up out of the booth and walked towards Maria and the couple friends with her and just as he was about to reach them, the Tillerson brothers stepped up to them.

Rhett stalled and watched helplessly as Maria flirted with and giggled at whatever Luke Tillerson was saying and ran her hand down his arm. “Fuck” he whispered under his breath and he quickly changed course and headed towards the bar.

“Any open bottle of tequila.” he grunted at the bartender.

“You know, she’ll only notice you when she wants something,” the gentle, female voice beside him filled his ears.

He knew that voice anywhere, it was YFN. He touched the brim of his trucker hat in greeting. “Not like you to say shit ‘bout your sister.”

She shrugged with a small, pained smile on her lips. “Step-sister,” she reminded him. “Just ‘cause she’s family doesn’t mean I have to like how she treats people.”

Rhett acknowledged her with a small nod, because he knew Maria and YFN were very different people, thrust into a relationship when they were teenagers by their parents’ unexpected marriage.

“Don’t blame you for tryin’ to get her attention now though. She strung you along all through high school after all,” she whispered sadly, although loud enough that Rhett caught it.

She blushed when she realised he’d heard her. “Sorry.”

“Anyways...” YFN changed the subject with a wry smile. “What ‘bout you Rhett? Pretty sure I’ve heard you say all kinds ‘bout Perry.”

Rhett chuckled. “Guess you and I are just as bad as each other then.” And she hummed before taking a swig from the beer in front of her.

Rhett and YFN had known each other since diapers, Cecelia had been good friends with her mamma before she passed. They’d been thick as thieves growing up, and their mammas even used to joke they’d end up together at one point in time. Teenage emotions and immaturity, Maria’s arrival in their lives and Rhett’s hormones fucked that up. And even though they still shared a tentative friendship, it had never really been the same between them since.

YFN was kind, witty and smart, and she had left Wabang only to go to college to become a teacher. She’d come back home happily once she was done, and taught at the local school, and this year she was Amy’s teacher.

YFN had been real good to her and all of the Abbott’s, especially after Rebecca disappeared. She’d come around and sit with Amy and Cecelia, cooked them dinner sometimes and had even helped out at the ranch when Perry was so low he couldn’t get out of bed. Rhett’s family, even Royal who could be a prickly bastard, adored her.

He pointed to the two beers in front of her, “Drownin’ your sorrows?”

She raised an eyebrow at him when the bartender passed him an almost half bottle of tequila and two shot glasses and Rhett shrugged at her.

YFN turned to watch Maria and her friends throw their heads back in laughter at something Luke, Trevor and Billy said.

“Just needed to get out of the house now the golden girl’s back in town. It’s all dad and Angela can talk about. Everyone just loves her and sometimes I feel a bit invisible,” she sighed softly.

Shit.

Rhett grimaced uncomfortably because a moment ago he had tried to get Maria’s attention and hadn’t even noticed YFN in the bar. The memory of when he’d hurt her when they were younger, because he’d become infatuated with her sister, flashed before his eyes.

“Hey,” YFN smiled at him genuinely and touched his arm softly. She must have sensed his discomfort. “Sorry. I didn’t mean… I’m just sayin’ stupid stuff ‘bout my family. We’re past all that now. You and me… we’re good Rhett.”

Her warm voice and sweet smile calmed Rhett, just like it did back when they were younger, and he was suddenly hit with how much he’d missed being close with her.

Rhett glanced down at the small hand that rested on his tanned forearm. He was pretty sure this was the first time she’d touched him since she returned home from college. His breath hitched a little and his skin broke out in goosebumps from the contact.

Huh. Weird.

Rhett blinked a few times at the foreign feeling. “You ah… You wanna join Perry and my pity party?” he asked, and he gestured to the bartender for another shot glass, hoping she’d say yes.

“Sure. I guess I could slum it with the Abbott boys for the evenin’,” she chuckled, and he gave her a small smile as he collected the bottle and glasses, and they walked back to the booth.

Perry laughed when Rhett and YFN approached the table. “Came back with the other sister I see. Thank fuck. ‘Cause I prefer YFN so much better. Come ‘ere sweetheart,” he said and stood up and gave her a small hug before she slid into the booth beside Rhett.

“So how’d my little brother get the sweetest woman in Wabang to follow him hmm?” Perry teased and Rhett grunted in warning as he filled up the three shot glasses with tequila.

YFN snorted and the corner of Rhett’s mouth lifted at the sound. “I actually followed the booze. He just happened to be carryin’ it.”

The brothers smirked at her cheekiness and the three of them picked up a glass and clinked them together. Rhett caught YFN’s eyes, and they didn’t break eye contact with each other while they downed the shot. His chest burned and he was confused whether it was the booze causing it, or the way her tongue collected a stray drop of tequila off her bottom lip.

Jesus.

Rhett shook the thought from his head as he watched YFN immediately fill up the glasses again and he elbowed her. “Thought teachers were sposed to be good girls.”

“I am. Monday through Friday, 9 til 3,” she winked and swallowed her next tequila.

Rhett chuckled lightly as she scrunched her face up in disgust. He could tell she didn’t have a lick of makeup on her face, but her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and her skin looked so smooth and soft, with freckles dotted all over her nose that he’d never noticed before.

She was kinda gorgeous.

“How bout you? Are you ever a good boy Rhett?” YFN asked with fake innocence as he took his next shot, and he choked on the liquid and spluttered at the unexpected question.

She threw her head back in laughter before she moved closer to him, and gently ran her hand up and down his spine and the skin beneath his t-shirt tingled. As her soft tits pressed into his arm, Rhett’s cock came to life.

Fucking hell.

He took a deep breath through his nose to try and calm down, but her intoxicating vanilla scent invaded his senses and Rhett bit the inside of his cheek, so his hard dick didn’t get any more obvious.

“Sorry,” YFN smiled at him cheekily as she moved out of his space. “You’re always so easy to rile up.”

If only she knew, how riled up he was right now.

“So YFN…” Perry started, and Rhett glanced at his brother who watched him with a puzzled look on his face. “Amy mentioned you’re barrel racin’ Sunday night in Jackson. She’s excited to watch you.”

YFN’s face lit up at the mention of Amy. Rhett guessed teachers weren’t supposed to have favourites, but he could see how much his niece meant to her. And he loved that she cared about his family.

“Did she? Oh she’s too sweet. I have a good feelin’ ‘bout Sunday. Cherry and I’ve had some good runs lately…”

Rhett listened as she spoke enthusiastically about her horse Cherry and her racing. He loved the way she was excited about it and found himself looking forward to seeing her race. Maybe he should take a leaf from YFN’s book and just enjoy the thrill of the bull ride in Jackson, maybe he’d feel less pressure, and he might get some better results.

YFN was actually a woman he had something in common with. And she was excited about stuff that was important to her. He knew that from conversations when she’d joined them for family dinners occasionally. Rhett adored that she was passionate about things that mattered to her.

A stupid smile took over his face as he watched YFN talk. Her eyes sparkled, she wore a wide smile, and she waved her hands around animatedly as she spoke. She had always been fun to be around when they were younger, and her sweet, joyful personality was still infectious. Rhett really loved that too.

Of course he’d noticed YFN in the last few years, he’d seen her at Amy’s school and in town, and she’d been around the ranch and his family. She always greeted him with a warm smile, they traded little quips back and forth and she was always interested in his mundane life. But tonight, he felt like something was different.

Just before, Rhett had momentarily felt slighted that he’d lost another chance with Maria. But now he was thankful she’d been flirting with the Tillerson brothers, because he was so much happier spending time with YFN. Warmth bloomed in his chest at the possibility that they could become really close friends again.

And maybe even more.

Jesus.

Oh fuck.

Rhett panicked ever so slightly as he came to his realisation.

He loved her. He fucking loved everything about her.

And he had no idea what to do about that. So he downed another tequila and prayed YFN, and Perry didn’t notice his internal freak out.

Rhett had lost track of the conversation, so he let the booze wash over him and gazed at YFN’s profile while she chatted with Perry. How had he never noticed that her lips were so pink and plump, and her dark eyelashes were so long that they almost tangled together when they fluttered. She had an adorable light flush from the tequila that travelled down her neck and disappeared into her shirt that stretched tightly across her full tits.

Fuck.

Rhett had always thought YFN had been a pretty girl when they were teenagers, but now she was a beautiful woman and so fucking sexy. And she’d been right under his nose.

Shit. He was fucked.

He fidgeted in the booth as his hard cock made his jeans uncomfortably tight and he quickly poured and downed another shot to hide the fact that he’d been openly checking her out.

Rhett turned his attention back to Perry who looked at him with a knowing smirk. “Well what do you think ‘bout that, baby brother?”

Oh crap.

He looked at Perry and YFN blankly, he’d obviously missed out on a key part of the conversation in between staring at her and figuring out he was in love with her.

YFN rolled her eyes at him. “That’s the same sort of look you’d get in class when you got asked a question by Mrs Mac, but you’d been pervin’ at Maria’s boobs instead of listenin’.”

Perry barked out a laugh because he had obviously just caught him doing exactly that, but this time with her step-sister. Rhett pinched the bridge of his nose; he was never going to let him live this down.

Rhett shot Perry a mildly threatening look. “Sorry. I ah… umm…” he mumbled to YFN.

She laughed lightly at him and poured them all another drink. “What! No clap back? You goin’ soft on me Rhett?”

“Nope. He’s definitely not soft. That’s for sure.” Perry cackled, tears in his eyes as he did another shot.

“Fuck you Perry.” Rhett grumbled. His body was wound up so tight, he had another tequila. He should probably stop, or he would be absolutely smashed soon.

Perry howled at his obvious discomfort and pointed to YFN. “Thought that was her job, when you were like sixteen.”

Shit.

YFN gasped and Rhett winced.

Rhett remembered back to that Sunday afternoon when they were sixteen, hanging out in the western pasture and drinking beer they’d snuck from Royal’s stash. YFN tipsily suggested they could have sex, just to see what all the fuss was about. Rhett didn’t love her, but he did care about her and as a teenage, horny virgin, he definitely didn’t turn the offer down.

It had been a little awkward, but she made light of it and put them at ease. They laughed and had fun as Rhett discovered how to, with her help, messily finger her to orgasm. The feeling of her soft hands touching him, and her tight, hot pussy had been too much for him. The actual sex was over embarrassingly fast, with him only managing to thrust into her a few times before he came.

About a week later, YFN confessed she wanted to be together, but Rhett didn’t feel the same way as her. All seemed ok until he fell under her new step-sister’s spell, and their close friendship quickly dwindled. It ended up being all for nothing as, despite her constant flirtation, Maria always kept herself just out of Rhett’s reach, and he lost his closest friend.

Rhett slowly turned towards YFN; he was concerned about her reaction to Perry’s comment.

She blushed bright red, and playfully smacked Rhett across the shoulder before she covered her face with her hand in embarrassment. “It was one time! I can’t believe you told him, you ass!”

Perry grinned at them. “He didn’t sweetheart. But you just did.”

“You little fucker! I’m gonna make you parent volunteer in class for every shitty job I can think of now!” she threatened good-naturedly and gave him the finger.

Rhett let out the breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding and chuckled. Without thinking he grabbed YFN’s hand that gestured at Perry, brought it under the table and linked her fingers with his. Warmth spread from their clasped hands, and an indistinguishable look passed over her face, but she didn’t pull away.

Perry held up his hands in defeat but smirked at YFN. “Okay. Okay. I swear I already knew. Fuck. Ma and dad did too. We remember the day you both wandered in for dinner. Rhett had this dumb, blissed out smile on his face and you couldn’t look anyone in the eye.”

“Shut it. Perry.” Rhett warned unconvincingly, with a small wry smile on his face.

YFN groaned and the sound made his cock twitch. “Oh fuck. How am I gonna face ‘em now.” And Rhett snorted at her.

She looked at him teasingly. “Blissed out you said? That must have been a hell of a minute for you, huh Rhett,” she mocked sweetly as she squeezed his hand and held her shot glass up to Perry to cheers.

Rhett let his head hit the table with a thud and Perry burst into laughter again as he clinked his glass to her, and they both downed the tequila.

She was right. It had been a memorable minute.

The experience always stuck with Rhett, but not because he’d lost his virginity and humiliatingly quickly. He couldn’t forget it because it’s the one and only time he’d ever had sex with someone he cared about. He’d never been in a relationship and every girl since that day, had just been a casual fuck or a quick drunken screw.

And now, seemingly out of the blue, he found himself aching to fuck YFN again. Not just that though, he wanted everything with her. Rhett was in love with her and when he really thought about it, he’d loved her in someway their whole lives. And now he had no fucking clue how to act around her.

He lifted his head and gazed at YFN intensely.

She loved him once. God he hoped she still did.

He must have taken too long to respond to what she’d said, because YFN rubbed her thumb over the back his hand and looked at him concerned. “Are you ‘lright baby? Maybe it’s time we get you some food.”

Rhett’s eyes widened and his stomach flipped at her calling him such an intimate name.

YFN rubbed her other hand over the back of her neck sheepishly. “Shit. Sorry. Slip of the tongue.”

Fuck.

He could think of a few places he wanted to slip his tongue…

“I can get it.” Rhett blurted out loudly to try and get the thought out of his head.

YFN chuckled at his bizarre behaviour. “Nah. I got it.”

“Thanks darlin’. Food would be nice please,” he said softly, and he squeezed her hand before releasing it. He gave her a shy smile, which she returned.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Put it on our tab yeah?” Perry said and YFN nodded and got up out of the booth.

His ma taught them to be gentleman, so both Rhett and Perry stood up as she did.

She must have got up to fast or something, because she stumbled backwards slightly. Rhett moved quickly and grabbed her hips to steady her. On reflex, the grip he had on her tightened, and the back of her body came firmly in contact with his front. He had to hold in a moan when the yo-yo that was his dick, pressed into her and YFN inhaled sharply.

Shit.

No hiding the effect she had on him now.

Rhett released her hips, and she turned around. A dark pink blush covered her cheeks and neck, so maybe there was hope she felt the same way about him.

“Ah sorry. I umm think the tequila’s gettin’ to me. Better go get that food,” she practically whispered.

“Okay darlin’.” Rhett nodded dumbly and he watched YFN walk towards the bar. He couldn’t take his eyes off the sway of her shapely hips or her tight ass in those sinful jeans.

Yep. He was fucked.

Rhett sat down and breathed in deeply to try and regain some composure.

Perry chortled. “What the fuck was all that?!”

“I ain’t never seen you in such a state over a girl ‘fore,” Perry said seemingly baffled, and he poured himself another tequila and downed it.

Rhett flipped him off, but he wasn’t wrong though.

Perry looked at him seriously. “YFN’s special Rhett. She’s important to all of us. You better not be screwin’ with her.”

“I’m not.” he cried out. “I ah… I’m pretty sure I’m ah in love with her,” he murmured.

Perry narrowed his eyes at Rhett. “Pretty sure? Or you are? ‘Cause you can’t just fuck ‘round with YFN. She looks at you like you hung the damn moon! You stuffed up ‘fore ‘cause of that cunt of a sister of hers. You can’t do that again.”

“I know okay! I’ve been so fuckin’ stupid!” Rhett practically yelled.

He lowered his voice. “Even tonight I tried to...” and he shook his head angrily at himself.

Rhett sighed. “Perry. I don’t want no one else. I never loved anyone else. It just fuckin’ hit me tonight. I’m in love with her. And I’m a goddam idiot ‘cause I think I’ve loved her one way or another forever. Pretty sure she branded me a long time ago.”

Perry chuckled. “Well fuck. Took you long enough. You better tell her all that romantic shit. God knows she’s waited long enough for your stupid ass.”

“How do you know… How do you know she feels the same?” Rhett questioned softly.

Perry let out a slow breath. “I know she does baby brother. ‘Cause she looks at you the same way as Becca looked at me,” he said sadly.

He poured tequila into his and Rhett’s glasses and quickly shotted them both and got up out of the booth. “I ah… I’m gonna go for a smoke. She’s the girl Rhett. Don’t fuck this up.”

Rhett nodded and he watched him stumble towards the front door. He hated how much Rebecca’s disappearance hurt him; he’d do anything to see him happy again.

Perry was a fucking mess, but he was right about one thing.

YFN was the girl. And he could not fuck this up.

“Well if it isn’t the sexiest bull rider in Wyoming,” a flirty feminine voice broke him from his thoughts.

Rhett turned his head as she slid into the booth next to him.

Maria.

Fuck.

………

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[beneathstarryskies]

Just a short lil thing about Dante becoming obsessed with a troubled woman and following her.

Warnings: stalking(Dante is the perpetrator) , mentions of domestic abuse (Dante is NOT the perpetrator), ooc, panty stealing, fem!reader, suggestive themes, dark content

Dante was smitten the moment he laid eyes on you. It had been a quick, casual run-in at his favorite diner that turned into something of a regular thing for the two of you. You’d sit beside him as he enjoyed a strawberry sundae at the counter. To his surprise, you’d made conversation quite easily. There was just something about you that seemed so kind and gentle, yet a sadness lurked underneath the surface. He hated that. Sometimes when your paths crossed, your eyes would look so hurt. He wanted to snuff out that pain, no matter what it would take. 

One night, you came into the diner as Dante was leaving, and you rushed past him. You didn’t even notice you were passing the man you’d come to form a casual acquaintance with. Your eyes were too blurry with tears. He turns to watch you rush to the end of the diner and disappear into the bathroom. When you come back out, that’s when he notices the bruise underneath your eye. His blood runs cold as he goes back into the diner, sliding into the booth next to you. 

“Who did this to you?” he asks through gritted teeth. Your eyes widen, and you can’t help feeling frightened about his demeanor considering what had just happened to you. 

“It’s nothing,” you lie. “It was an accident.” 

“Don’t lie,” he tries to take your hand, but you flinch as you pull away. 

“I should go. I’m sorry.” 

Dante’s eyebrows knit together in concern as he watches you walk away. He can’t fight the thought that maybe you’re walking right back into danger. So, after a few moments of careful consideration, he follows you. He’s careful as he trails behind you on your walk home. He can’t help noticing the way you have your arms folded so protectively around yourself. He feels guilty for doing something like this. Never in his life has he considered following someone home, but something about you…He needs to make sure you’re okay. 

You make it back to your building, and as you head upstairs Dante goes up to the top of the building across the street. In a few moments, he sees you through one of the windows. You’re trembling as you speak to someone. Even from here, he can feel your fear. His fist are clenched as you become more upset, and he sees a man’s shadow on the wall. 

“Don’t fucking touch her,” he growls under his breath. 

He stays there all night, watching you make your way through the apartment with that man following you. Even once the lights are turned off and you’ve most likely gone to bed, he stays glued to the spot. He dozes off once or twice until the sun rises. It’s a little after dawn when he sees you rise again, and without being able to hear you he knows you’re yelling. Then, he sees that man slap you. Your eyes widen as you bring a trembling hand to your stinging cheek. It takes everything Dante has not to crash through the window, but he knows he can’t do that. It’ll only make things worse. No, he’s got to take care of this problem swiftly and quietly. 

A couple hours later, you leave the apartment. Then, that man does. Dante follows him until he has him on a quiet alleyway. That’s when he strikes. He pushes the man against the wall, easily holding him up by his neck. 

“I’m only going to give you this once chance,” Dante growls and lets his eyes flash red with the demonic energy swirling inside. “Get the fuck out of town.” 

“Fuck you,” the man groans. “Let me go, you fucking freak.” 

Dante throws him to the ground, hearing one of the man’s ribs crack from the force. He kicks him in the crotch with just as much force. 

“Maybe you didn’t fucking hear me. I said get out of town, now. I’ll be watching every step, and if you don’t leave on your own I’ll make sure your absence is permanent.” 

“Okay, okay,” the man groans. “I’ll leave! I swear.” 

“Now!” Dante roars, his deep voice echoing off the cement walls. 

The man barely manages to scurry to his feet before Dante is grabbing him by the collar of his coat and shoving him out of the alleyway. Dante follows him back to the apartment, then sticks around to make sure he packs his shit and leaves. After that, he goes home to get some much needed sleep. 

That night, he goes back to the roof of the building across from yours. You seem a little worried when you read the note your boyfriend left for you. Yet, you can’t help feeling relief when you realize he’s gone. Dante feels victorious when he sees that small smile tugging on the corners of your lips. 

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Day after day, night after night he feels drawn to you. You hardly take a step that Dante isn’t watching. His heart and soul feel drawn to you. In a way, he’s starting to feel like he knows you. He sees all these sweet little moments in your life that you likely hide from the rest of the world. Like the way you dance and sing through the apartment on the weekends. Especially when you’re cleaning. He sees you offer help to little old ladies on the street and playful smiles to children. You never pass a dog or cat you don’t at least acknowledge with a friendly word. You even put out food for the strays. In his eyes, you’re nothing less than angelic. 

Dante tells himself that he’s only following you to protect you. You need him to keep you safe from the dangers you don’t even know are lurking all around. He’s seen so much loss in his life. Vergil, his mother, and so many innocent bystanders in his fights against demons. Things could be different with you. He would be your protector, even if you were never his lover. 

He knows he’s fooling himself. He’ll never be content truly with being a shadow in your life. He thinks about you all the time. When he’s home alone, he imagines having you there with him. More specifically, he imagines having you underneath him. His hand wraps around his cock as he pictures you whining and mewling as he fucks you. He’d make you feel so damn good if he had the chance. He jerks himself off to this thought almost every day until he’s making a mess all over himself, your name falling off his lips in a desperate growl. 

The next day, you’re home all day. You seem happier than he’s seen you in a while. You’re dancing and singing in your apartment, then you go to the bedroom. He has to switch positions to be able to see you, and fuck he’s so happy he made the effort. You’re barely obscured by the sheer curtains, probably feeling safe since your bedroom window looked out on the alleyway. He can see you stripping off every layer of clothing, until you’re standing naked within his sights. His cock twitches as he takes in the beauty of your curvy silhouette. Once you’re in the bathroom, he makes his way to the fire escape and listens for the shower to start running. He opens the window the rest of the way and tries to crawl inside. His jacket catches on an old nail jutting from the the windowsill, and he lets out a surprised grunt. He’s worried you heard him, so he quickly snatches the panties he came for and leaves the way he came. 

Having heard the slight commotion, you peak around the corner with your heart pumping. The red, tattered piece of leather stuck on a nail catches your attention. You hold the towel tighter around yourself as you walk over to grab it. Your thumb soothes off the smoother leather, and you think about the man from the diner…

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Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x Female Reader - Whiskey Lives - Post Canon: Kingsman The Golden Circle - Happy ending for Agent Whiskey with Smut.

Jack is the best husband and I want he happy ending. 💖😭

Cabin Fever | Agent Whiskey x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT (18+ ONLY) MDNI! | hurt then comfort, mentions of Whiskey's trauma but nothing too specific, relationship troubles but don't worry they're all resolved by the end, spoilers for kingsman:tgc, alternate ending, swearing, pet names (sunshine, sweet pea, babygirl, honey, darlin', baby), unprotected piv sex (do as i say not as i write and protect yourself!), vaginal fingering, nipple play, tickling (jack has been charged with one count of getting too silly), reader and jack are married, reader has no physical description and uses she/her pronouns | 2.8k words

a/n: i can't even begin to apologize enough for the amount of time it took me to write this 😭 i was super busy w my personal life and i couldn't make up my mind about where i wanted to take this sweet request, but i finally stuck to one idea and i really hope you enjoy it!! 💙

After Eggsy and Harry detained Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels following his confession of acting on his own interests, the prideful Statesman felt defeated. Hauled into the president's office by two burly officers, Jack got down on his knees before Champ with his Stetson clutched in his worried hands, brow furrowed in sorrow. Jack's ego was melted into a pitiful puddle as his boss rattled on about his misuse of power and desecration of Statesman dignity. Luckily, Jack's sweet brown eyes and his promise to never abandon his duties so traitorously again lowered his charge from permanent suspension to a temporary leave of post.

Jack's fallout was only halfway resolved. The next part frightened him much more than the first; he had to make things up to you. He departed the Statesman headquarters and hurried across the street to the nearest phone booth, where he dialed your number with shaky fingers. Amidst the dramatic downpour streaming down the windowpanes and the battering sound of raindrops on the roof, Jack tried to steady his anxious breaths as the line rang.

Given the covert nature of his Statesman work, Jack was barred from any and all communication with you for the duration of his missions. You understood and respected this ordinance from the beginning of your relationship and, while sometimes it could be annoying and inconvenient, you and Jack both would move mountains if it meant the preservation of your happiness together. However, this last missions had snagged on the delicate heartstrings of your relationship and put it to a test that Jack wasn't sure it would pass.

Throughout your relationship, he had always made sure to give you a heads-up about his call to action 24 hours in advance; no more, no less. It was only fair to you that way, so you two could give each other a proper, passionate goodbye and have enough time to warp both your morbid fears into eager promises of homecoming. But this last time was different. A bad type of different.

He had awoken you three months ago, in the middle of the night, with hurried scrambling to pack his suitcase. Bleary-eyed with sleep, you got up to help him, but he shook you off. Not in the sweet, considerate way he normally would - softly lulling you back to sleep with his velvet drawl - but in a jarringly despondent way instead. He didn't even meet your eyes as he stood rigid in the doorway, uninviting of your usual goodbye hug, with a white-knuckled grip on his bag. He spoke abruptly, "Should be back in about a month. Don't go pryin' into Ginger for clues if it's longer than that. I..."

He looked up for the first time that night into your eyes as his terse voice trailed off, morose darkening the usual brightness of his chestnut gaze. He didn't speak as he held your gaze, but more so breathed out the words on a heavy exhale, "I'll miss ya."

Without another second to rethink his ambition, he dropped his eyes to his boots and closed the door behind him softly. You sat there in the dark silence and stared at the golden outline of the door as Jack turned the hall light on momentarily. The unique sound of his nylon coat getting pulled on over his tweed jacket was his final goodbye and your final pang of sadness, or so you thought. Through the door, you head Jack whimper, his voice breaking as his breath caught in his throat, "I'm sorry." Heartbreak struck you like a lightning bolt and the sobs flooding your cheeks drowned out the rushed, cowardly thuds of Jack's boots down the stairs and out the door.

Against Jack's wishes, you drove to Statesman and consulted Ginger the very next morning. She assured you that, despite Jack's alarming behavior, it was warranted given the severity of the mission. She didn't give you any specific details, but she plied you with enough confidence to get through that first month of no Jack. As the second month began, you routinely checked in with her as your impatience and worry intersected into madness. You spent the days and nights pacing your floors like a caged animal, the highlight of your day being the ping of your inbox signaling that maybe, just maybe, Jack's safety was guaranteed and he was on his way home. No such message ever revealed itself, only false alarms that aggravated your torment.

Ginger's reports became few and far between, with the tops she would get about Jack's whereabouts pointing toward a less than favorable plight, until they ceased altogether. The third month was an evil cycle of pain, numbness and tragedy that kept you holed up in your apartment you shared with Jack. Unable to abandon your doom nor forfeit your hopes, you paced by the phone, the computer, the mailroom downstairs. Hard days had shortened to hard hours. Your eyes avoided the framed photos on the walls chronicling your friendship, your dates and your wedding with the man whose innocent, bright smile now brought you to tears.

The phone rang while you were in the shower for the first time in more days than you would ever admit (your spiral of depression had vexed your hygiene). You jumped out like a wet dog and immediately answered the unknown number with a shriek, "Jack?!"

"It's me, darlin'. It's me."

Jack's voice was hoarse with tension, desperation and agonizing release. Upon hearing your cries of relief, the joy that Jack lost on the night he left you slowly bloomed from its freeze and worked its way into his smile. Those little happy lines around his mouth and eyes that would deepen whenever he thought about you came to life as you ecstatically chanted his name into the receiver. Jack waited until your giggles died down to establish his sincerity.

"Listen, I was a real piece-of-shit for just walkin' out on you like that. You-" Jack is forced to pause as his heart chokes him up, thinking about the forlorn way you looked at him that painful night all those months ago. He swears he had heard your heart break in half, or maybe it had been his own. "You deserve so much more than that, sunshine. I gotta lot of explainin' to do, and I- I owe you my greatest apology, sweet pea... Will you forgive me?"

Of course, you forgave your husband in an instant. Jack is a beautifully complex soul, one whose radiant love is more than worth traversing the jagged trenches and steep cliffs of buried trauma and a demanding profession. You'd capture the world and wrap it up in a bow for him if he asked.

In an apology to you, and to take full advantage of his pardon from work, Jack took you back to his childhood home for a vacation. In a deep, rural cut of Kentucky countryside lies the grand cabin; outfitted with a wrap-around porch, hickory logs and the southern charm of acres upon acres of undisturbed land.

The perfect place to have long, intimate conversations by the fireside, Jack's honesty about his savory actions was illuminated the first night you stayed at the cabin. He took your hands in his and explained the whole ordeal, from start to finish, about how when he first got wind of the Golden Circle mission, his trauma was reignited like kindling; how at first he was intent on acting in Statesman's best interests, but then a thunderstorm began brewing inside him that he couldn't stop; how it just kept worsening until it had seemed to have passed in triumph, only for the flood to come and tumble him down from glory, nearly earning himself a gruesome death; how in the wake of his conviction the darkness finally cleared and he was able to see how foolish he had been, how reckless he was with his valor, how he endangered his comrades, himself, and, most importantly, his relationship with you.

With shared tears of bereavement, understanding and overdue reconciliation, your relationship's foundation was not only restored to its former glory, but reinforced with a newfound level of trust. Jack had dismantled the ground right under your feet, but he meticulously placed every crumble back into place until all was well again. His earnest indebtedness to you and unrelenting resilience to win your heart back had you wrapped around the cowboy's finger and pulling him in close by his lapels for a kiss.

What started as a soft dance, that of two lovers getting reacquainted with one another after a period of separation, didn't last long. The almost shyness you held toward one another dissolved into thin air when Jack's heavy hand returned home to your thigh, a place he rubbed soothing circles into when you were anxious and admired the plush give of your flesh under his adoring touch.

Tongues slipped into each other's mouths with practiced ease and your noses smushed together in your desperate efforts to get closer. You used all your might - plighted by your dizzying arousal - to try and pull Jack on top of you, eliciting a chuckle from the man, muffled into the increasingly passionate kiss. Jack's mustache bristled against your cheeks as he smiled, and with his lips remaining entwined with yours, he bent with your touch and granted your wish. His strong, protective arms gently moved you down to lie on your back and he rested his comforting weight atop you. His hand itched with desirous curiosity and it flowed over your figure, retracing his favorite paths down your body to remind himself that you're here now, that neither of you are going anywhere, that you'll never find yourselves anywhere near that painstaking hiatus ever again.

His sly fingertips nosed their way into the waist of your jeans, setting off a chain reaction of discarded clothes until both of you were naked. Your husband had to wretch himself away from your mouth, wanting every part of his soul to be consumed by you, but he had a plan. He laid you on your back once more and propped himself up with one forearm on either side of your head, gazing down at you with a lustful sparkle in his eyes and that warm, boyish smile. This is the Jack you know and love, and you couldn't be happier that he's finally home.

"We got a lot a' makin' up to do, darlin'," he practically purred into your ear, grabbing one of your thighs in each of his broad palms and hiking them up on his hips, where you still find yourself now, a few blissful hours later.

Your legs split impossibly farther apart to accommodate Jack's strong hips, grinding deeper up into your core with every thrust. Watching his cock drive through your swollen folds and into your plush depths, you grow feral at the explicitness of it all and bring your hand to your mouth. You spit onto your fingertips and ply your aching bundle of nerves with wetness, soothing your craving for more.

"'Atta girl," Jack growls, hypnotized by the tight circles you draw on your weeping clit.

He lays his index finger - still dripping with your slick from taking you apart earlier - under your chin, ruefully tearing your eyes away from the glorious sight of him claiming you over and over again. His hand wraps around the back of your head with purpose, fixing your gaze on his and pulling your whole body into his thrusts. The onslaught of pleasure combined with those big brown eyes staring you down, laden with fiery infatuation, strums a whimper out of you, one he quickly leans down and swallows in a sloppy kiss. He leans back on his thighs to watch you unfold and his carnality overtakes with a curl of his lip and a snarl.

"You gonna make yourself cum, babygirl?"

You shake your head rapidly, barely managing a noise of contest. Jack's brow furrows and his pace falters slightly as he attentively studies your expression, your vocal cords strained and sweat dappling your temples, "Y-you, Jack. You are gonna- g-gonna make me..."

You try to tell him that he's the one that's going to make you cum, that it's all him, it's all for him, it's always been and it'll always be him, but you gasp and splutter around the words. Looking into his eyes through your tear-filled ones, though, you know he knows. He knows he's the only one to ever make you feel this ravaged, this devastated, this loved. You don't see the way his momentary concern slips into a sly smirk at your incoherency; your vision blurs to a sludge of tan skin, brown hair and the pulsating red behind your eyelids of your impending orgasm, but you hear his salacious, sated groan through his teeth.

Jack's free hand grabs your chest for leverage as he ramps the pace of his drives back up, "Cum for me, honey." Against your sweat-slick skin, his thumb slips and brushes your nipple, catapulting you off the edge and into the abyss of pleasure.

You scream, scream his name, your walls tightening around him so hard you don't understand how he's able to continue plunging his cock in and out of your quivering cunt. Your cries of his name turn into shrieks when his thumb and forefinger stroll deviously across your breast and twist your nipple harshly, adding to the storm the deliciously rough texture of his calloused skin. You barely register the distant echoes of soft, tender encouragement as Jack's commanding tone melts away to pure awe, "Yes, baby, yes."

Jack nears his peak as you're still lost in the depths of your own. The sight of you writhing beneath him, rapture twisting the beautiful body he's worshipped over the years, injects his heart with a burst of warm affection.

On his mission, there were moments when your face eclipsed his vision, your melodic voice chimed in his ears, and devastation rotted his heart at the thought of never seeing you again. But, with you in his arms now, exposing him to the wondrous intimacy of your unconditional love, he feels like a live wire.

The bedframe rattles with Jack's incessant thrusts. His sultry sweat drips down his body and washes you in his addictive musk. Despite the sweltering heat of the moment, his nose scrunches up in a most adorable way as his balls tighten up with his impending release. Your pussy is hot and wet from overstimulation but you continue to leak around Jack's cock, coating him in your slick with every thrust.

"Please, please, Jack," you beg in a blissed-out murmur, floating in that fuzzy headspace such intense orgasms bring. Your fingers, weak with delightful fatigue, grab onto Jack's forearms. His veins protrude from his muscles gorgeously as he pins your hips to the mattress, fucking you deep. Jack cuts cleanly through your dwindling haze with a few final thrusts that slow from his frantic speed, but are twice as powerful in intensity. Grunts accompany his movements until his climax hits, his soft stomach tightening with a choked groan as his balls empty his sticky release inside you. His hips continue to buck his pulsating cock forward, stuffing your narrow heat full of his seed.

A shudder washes over him as he gingerly pulls his cock out, both of you hissing at the heavenly sting of your raw flesh. Your husband sits back on his ass with a huff, gazing at your fucked-out form with a stare glazed over with satisfaction. You meet his eyes when they flicker up at you with a playful wink, until he's torn back to your core when your pussy begins to squeeze out his cum from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Naturally his hand drifts to his dick, giving it a few gentle strokes. He's getting hard again, in spite of his reddened tip still drooling with cum. The corner of his mouth twitches up in a devious smile, and his fixed ogling makes him look like he's ready to pounce again.

You close your thighs with a giggle, covering your weeping entrance with your hands. Your smile is bright as he brings his hands to your sides and tickles your ribs, trying to get you to open back up. "No! No more, no more," you tease him through the symphony of your combined laughter.

You hadn't heard Jack's warm, genuine laugh since before he had gone off on his mission. It drowns you with overwhelming emotion before you can stop it; warm, happy tears prickle at the corners of your eyes.

Jack ceases his tickling and sighs dramatically, opting to wrap his arms tight around your waist, "Alright, darlin', alright." He notices the shine in your eyes and immediately cups your cheek with precious gentleness, "Darlin', what's wrong?"

You shake your head to ease his worry with a soft smile, "I... just love you." Your lovestruck gaze is mirrored in his blown pupils, just like the adoring arc of your lips. Jack leans in close to nuzzle his nose against yours, enveloping you in an embrace saturated with eternal devotion.

"I love you too, sunshine."

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—04. SUB ROSA

Love is a game of here and there to you. Whether catching glimpse of another's neckline or grazing a knuckle between knocking shoulders of passing by. You have learned to adore in secrecy, the rawness of an outright confession to be spoken a foreign terror. There is ease in pursuing the unavailable, to remain within the space of possibility and nestle the fuzzy words another could say to make or break your day. Instability spun itself into mysterium and while the certainty of love in aging isn't to be forced upon anyone, there is a miniscule part of you testing the limits of ambiguity. Hold down the feeling and settle in the leather seat of a car, kiss the corner of a mouth and say how you feel. Your affection in its vulnerability is to be seen, lift the veil and do not fret when an honest word turns into all you have secretly yearned for. You are meant to be noticed and openly loved.

—05. MOTHER'S DAUGHTER

Being her child was akin to a whispered apology, another wailing hug, another day you repent for complaining about the fact that she hasn't said anything nice to you. You bring her flowers and are met with the inconvenience of a vase that has to be found instead. You bake for her and feel the warmth of fresh cut bread fill the kitchen; but the dirty dishes remain. Even if you were to bring in the mail and lay down the knife next to your plate, she'll cradle another. Love is an endless apology to you. Averting eyes to desperate tears and sunken teeth in lower lip at the dinner table. Do not repent for who you are, as it is enough. Gather your courage to love again and reveal the honeydewed structure of a swelling heart once you feel safe to do so instead. Love isn't a confession booth of all you are not, settle down and unclasp your hands. You're all anyone could want already.

—07. FATHER'S SON

Breathe down your own neck, it's the sound of smashing fist against furniture in another room again. The wringing hem of cloth and pattern of an escalating heart. Love is tumultous to you. There is grief and disguised forgiveness to damp down the yearning. A permanent fear of tender flesh spilling out, still- you must refrain of growing attached to the fear you had installed into you. Let go of the notion that love is still to be cherished with a hole in the head. Scrub crimson ancestry off wooden floors and try again tomorrow when your hands don't shake cold from the blood loss. Love isn't a fist to escape. Fill the hole in your head with cotton and know you are to be adored. You are deserving of an embrace without flinching.

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So aside from happily waiting for Supernova part 4, I would like to request Larissa× teacher!reader where reader just seems to know a lot of stuff about Larissa, like her fav flowers, the way she drinks her coffee, etc. And she uses this info to to stuff for her and make her happy. And Larissa is just like what?! How do you know that. So Rs like, cause I listen and confesses they're love and Rissa ist just completely startled cause no one ever made an effort to listen so carefully?

Her Favorite Things One Shot

Larissa x teacher! reader

pure fluff

authors note: I hope I did this justice! I loved writing this concept because it is the exact thing I do lol

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It started small. You memorized her order from the weathervane. It's not that you tried to do it but when you heard it for the first time you giggled. Despite how she would present herself, Larissa Weems had a MAJOR sweet tooth. You were sitting at a table drinking your own coffee and reading your book when she came in and as always all you could focus on was her. Her presence filled every room she entered with warmth and joy. In the few months, you'd been teaching at Nevermore you learned how to hide how you gravitated toward the stunning woman however you still found yourself entranced by her. Without even meaning to you tuned out all the bustle of the shop, your eyes now gazing blankly at the book as she stood just beyond your shoulder to order. “Hello my dear,  could I get a vanilla latte, iced, with double vanilla, whipped cream, and double caramel drizzle?” she said softly. You couldn't help letting out a slight giggle at the ridiculously sweet order however you quickly buried yourself back in your book in hopes she hadn't heard. Unfortunately for you, or maybe fortunately considering her attention was now on you, she had heard and she moved to sit across from you at your booth. 

 Your breath caught in your throat as her long leg brushed against your ankle underneath the table of your booth. “Do you find my order amusing darling?” she said with a raised eyebrow, the corner of her mouth lifting into a playful smirk. “No no! You exclaimed, “ it's just… rather sweet. I thought you would be more of a black coffee person.” you said quickly as you attempted to hide your blush behind your book. “Oh Goddess no!” She stated “I honestly can't stand the taste of coffee, but with this job, I don't think I'd last without a pick me up, both in caffeine and sugar. Though I find one of them much more enjoyable than the other” she laughed. You let out a quick laugh at that, quickly cringing at how obnoxiously loud it was. Very rarely did you actually laugh in public because of how hideous your laugh sounded. Embarrassed, you pulled your book back up over your face, burying yourself in your reading to avoid staring at the beauty that sat in front of you, close enough to touch. 

That was when you learned your next fact about Larissa Weems. You found your breath once again stuck in your throat as her warm hand brushed against yours, taking the book out of your hand. “So you're the reason my favorite book has been missing from the library?” she says as she flipped the cover open, checking for the nevermore library stamp while carefully holding your place in the book. You blushed at that, your eyes watching her hands on the book, perfectly manicured gently flipping through the pages, occasionally stopping and running her finger over certain lines. “I apologize, headmistress, Pride and Prejudice is a favorite of mine as well, however, my copy was misplaced when I moved here,” you said, shifting your eyes from those red nails to her equally red lips. As her lips pulled up into a gentle smile you blushed and shifted to look down at your coffee. “Don't worry my dear, it is a library book so I, unfortunately, can't lay a permanent claim to it. Heaven knows the librarian is sick of me checking it out at this point but I just never have time to stop and get my own copy” she said with a sigh.

At that moment the barista called her name. “Here you go my dear, take care of it for me,” she said with a wink as she handed the book back to you, still careful to hold your place, before standing. Your ankle felt suddenly cold without her leg pressed against it. You couldn't help but watch her as she smoothed down her dress before going up to grab her drink. You watched as she took her first sip of the drink, a shiver running over your spine as she licked a bit of whipped cream off of her lip. As she walked out your gaze followed, trailing over her long elegant legs to her skirt, hugging her curves beautifully, all the way up to her blond silver hair, perfectly curled and styled as always. Right as she reached the door she stopped, turning slightly and meeting your eyes with a smile as she let out a small wave before walking out. 

From that day on every time you knew Larissa had an early morning meeting you stopped at the weathervane and you would order two drinks. One vanilla cold brew with no creamer and one iced vanilla latte, double vanilla with whipped cream, and double caramel. You would leave it on her desk for her to find when she got in before heading off to prep for your classes. After about a month of this one of the baristas passed you a baked good with your two drinks. “I'm sorry I didn't order this?” you said with confusion. “I assumed you were ordering for Principle Weems,” the young girl said with a smile, “ cherry turnovers are her favorite,” she said as she winked and pushed the baked good towards you. You blushed at that and murmured your thanks before taking your order and walking out, jotting the information down for future use. 

A week later you were walking through downtown Jericho when you spotted a copy of pride and prejudice in the window of a bookstore. The cover was a soft cream with blue text and gold-gilded pages. Almost without thinking you found yourself walking into the bookshop and grabbing it. It was so perfect Larissa, almost. On your way to the register, you saw the last thing you needed to make it perfect, an ornate crimson and gold bookmark. You smiled with glee as you grabbed one. All of Larissas colors together in the gift made you giddy as you thought of her reaction. However, as you walked back towards nevermore with your gift in hand you started to second guess if it was too much. When you got home you placed the book into your bedside drawer debating whether it was inappropriate to give the gift to your boss. It wasn't until a week later when you could tell she was extremely stressed about an upcoming meeting that you decided. After all, everyone deserves a pick-me-up once in a while. 

The morning of the meeting you found yourself in her office once more, coffee in hand with the book and pastry in your bag. As you set the gifts on your desk you couldn't help but pause to take in the room. Her office was almost perfect, bookshelves dusted, papers stacked neatly, however, the ever-present flowers she normally had were wilted and sad. You approached the small side table as you took in their appearance, so out of place in the orderly office. As you leaned down to smell them a smile made its way onto your face. The red and white lilies held a hint of Larrissas normal scent, clearly a present note in her perfume. She was no doubt too busy to replace the flowers which is how it became a regular task of yours. Once a week when you picked up your drinks you would stop by the florist on the corner and get a bouquet of red and white calla lilies to replace the ones in her office. 

You found yourself in a habit now. Regularly picking up the early morning coffees and pastries. The florists came to expect you on Mondays and had the flowers ready. On days when you knew she was particularly stressed you would lay an extra lily across her desk in hopes of bringing a smile to her face, even if you couldn't see it. The routine brought you comfort and joy. You knew that Larissa would never have feelings for you but you hoped these small things would be a light in her busy and hectic life. 

It was the middle of the spring semester when you had a stumble in your routine. Your alarm had gone off late causing you to have to rush through the tasks. Flowers and coffee in hand you pushed open her office door, slightly out of breath only to see the woman already sitting at her desk with a slight frown. You froze as she looked up at the sound of your entry, her eyes scanning you up and down, taking in the gifts you held. She slowly stood and made her way over to you, confusion evident on her face. “My dear, it was you?” she said softly, reaching out to take the items from your arms. “I'm so sorry Headmistress,” you said with a blush, looking down to avoid her piercing gaze as your now empty hands twisted together. “Come. sit,” she said with a slightly sterner voice, placing her hand on your shoulder and guiding you to one of the seats in front of her desk. 

Gingerly you sat down, shivering at the loss of her hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see Larissa perched on the edge of her desk in front of you and you let out a sharp inhale as your eyes traced her pale thigh, now exposed from the way her skirt rode up as she sat. With your cheeks flaming you looked down again, staring at your own feet. At the sound of her voice, however, you looked up again, meeting her piercing blue eyes swirling with emotion. “ Why have you been leaving me gifts?” she asked softly, confusion evident on her face. “ I just… I wanted to bring you joy” you muttered, eyes flitting about the office, looking everywhere but at the object of your affection. “How did you even know what to get me?” she said, even softer. “ I just paid attention” you stated, finally meeting her eyes. At this she tilted her head, a soft smile forming on her face. “No one has ever cared enough to do something like that” she almost whispered. “Then they are foolish,” you stated your voice firm and filled with emotion. “You deserve all the joys in the world Larissa. You deserve to be woken up with your favorite coffee. Flowers whenever you could want them. Your favorite meal brought for lunch every day. You deserve all the love in the world!” you exclaim with passion. 

As soon as the word left your mouth you found yourself pailing, realizing what you had just said to the woman. Your boss. You stood abruptly, quickly stepping away from her. “I'm so sorry headmistress, I overstepped” you stutter with a blush. Quickly you turn away and dart towards the door however as your hand brushes the knob you feel a hand grasp your wrist. “Wait!” she exclaims. You slowly turn, staring fixedly at the carpet until you feel a finger under your chin, gently lifting your face until you make eye contact with her. “Darling, I always hoped it was you,” she said with a gentle smile as she stepped closer, her eyes slipping down to look at your lips. You gasped as your back hit the door behind you. Your own eyes darted down to her lips, as you found yourself surrounded by her scent, lilies, vanilla, and bergamot flooding your senses. Meeting her eyes once again you feel her hand shift on your face, no longer lifting your chin, her thumb now stroking your cheek as she slowly leaned in. you closed your eyes as your lips finally met, your own hands reaching up to grasp her, one sliding into her hair as the other grips her shoulder. You pull away as you run out of breath and you take in her face, Lipstick smeared but smiling widely at you until you can't help but smile back. She pulls you to her in a warm hug then and you feel her lips against your ear as she speaks. “My dear I will give you all the joy in the world” she whispers before pulling back so your lips could meet again.

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