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leeehye · 11 months

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Sweet Truth - pt. 1

Summary ~ Mr. Choi, an arrogant and cold boss, learns the truth when visiting one of his employees house, Y/n. Who is someone he would like to be more close with. Yet the lack of emotions is a great obstacle for him he will have to do a lot to get to her heart.

Warnings ⚠️ ~ FLUFF ☁️, angst, may contain some smut in future parts, language, long (sorry) - enjoy!!

a/n - definitely turning this into a mini series! Yes I love this so much 💕 I TAKE ANY SUGGESTIONS, sorry for bad grammar

You know what’s more exhausting than working almost 10 hours a day and barely getting any sleep? Having a boss like Choi Seungcheol. Honestly! You could ask anybody in the company, everyone hated him. He was so cold and strict along with being a perfectionist. It would be surprising if he remembered your name. He had also earned my hatred, when I joined the company he packed me with work and sent me for coffees every chance he got. This man had an addiction to dark coffee bitter just like him, and not to forget the fact that he underestimated my abilities.

My thoughts were interrupted by the voices of my co-workers as they bowed their heads greeting Mr. Choi, I took the files that I needed him to sign, grabbing my iPad. He walked past the workers so arrogantly didn’t even look at them and into his office. I sighed quietly and went to his door knocking three times before entering slowly closing the door behind me.

He was focused on something on his computer as I got there, I noticed he was checking the company’s finances, and checking the graphs.

“Mr. Choi…I have some requests from other companies for partnerships…and about the products—” I started while setting the folders down on his desk, but he cut me off.

“I heard about the problem with the products…I’m going to need you to stay overtime today…we’ll look at it and try to fix it” he said, starting to look through the folders I gave him.

“Oh…” I said quietly, not realizing that my disappointment was noticeable. He looked up at me and frowned, his eyebrows confused.

“Any problem with that Miss…” he mumbled and I clenched my fist gently.

“Y/n. sir…” I responded helping him out, I already knew he wasn’t going to get my name right.

“And no, no problem at all sir…I’ll just have to cancel my plans tonight,” I said softly “Well I need to go check something and I’ll come back to start working on fixing the problem” I said and he just gave me a cold nod going back to his computer. Forming a thin line with my lips I slightly bowed and left his office.

A few workers had already left and it was past my work hours, so I grabbed my bag and my work things and head back to Mr. Choi’s office. This time I found him standing up with his hands on his desk leaning down revising some papers. I had to admit that Mr. Choi was a pain in the butt at times but that didn’t mean he wasn’t good looking. Small strands of his hair fell on his face, and he had his sleeves rolled up revealing his veiny arms decorated with his expensive watch. I gulped and moved a chair next to his like I always did when we worked together.

There wasn’t much conversation in the first 15 minutes, only things I needed clarifications with but that was until my phone turned on revealing a

Text Notification

Vernon 💛

It’s okay sweetie, we can move our date another day!

don’t overwork yourself! ❤️

I had not really taken the message in mind until Mr. Choi spoke, making me widen my eyes.

“Tell your boyfriend that you are busy, remember you need to be professional, you're still at work Miss Y/n” he grunted coldly. I took my phone quickly into my chest slowly.

“No…he isn’t…I mean sorry sir…” I said quickly looking at my phone, putting it on silent, putting it down faced down. I tried to concentrate again until it hit me.

“Miss Y/n.”

He had remembered without me repeating it to him. I looked at him for a few seconds and his head turned to look at me. I��m not joking when I said that we stayed there for a few seconds staring at each other. He cleared his throat and glanced at my iPad.

“what? get back to work” he mumbled.

-minutes later-

Checking the time it read 12 am. Shit. I was so tired and I was afraid of passing out in front of my boss. My eyes started to close but his typing made me come back again.

“Um…sir I think I finished…” I whispered moving my iPad to him covering my mouth hiding a yawn. He hummed and started to revise my work. Silence. His classical music plays in the background. His lights dimmed. Perfect to fall asleep.

My eyes closed again while waiting for him to finish and tell me to go home. He for sure was taking his damn time. My head started to fall slowly to the side, along with my body, my head slowly rested on his shoulder. It was warm and big, of course, and incredibly comfortable.

“Miss Y/n…” I heard far, far away. I hummed softly until I heard it again. Gasping loudly I sat up quickly getting up from my seat.

“Yes sir!” I said quickly pushing my hair back, I started to recall that I had fallen asleep on my boss’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Choi '' I said quickly, starting to rant an apology. He waved his hand gently assuring me multiple times that I didn’t need to worry. I felt a hige wave of embarrassment washing over me.

“I think it’s best if we call it a day huh?” he said in a different voice, it was now his deep voice but now more, friendlier? As much as I wanted to be professional I agreed with him and nodded. I started to pack up my things and so did he.

“Have a goodnight sir…” I said politely bowing and starting to walk out and he came right behind me.

“Wait, why don’t you let me drive you home?” He suggested making my tiredness go away.

“Um…what? Oh no sir…that…that could affect your reputation” I mumbled feeling my cheeks warm up.

He scoffed as we walked out.

“Please, there’s no buses going around at this hour and a taxi is unsafe for a lady like you…at least you can trust me don’t you think?” he said, looking at me. I gripped my bag strap and bit my lower lip taking in mind what he just said.

Was he helping me? I was actually scared to go out alone and of course I trusted him more than a taxi driver or anyone at this hour.

“Um…only this once, thank you…” I said softly following him to his car. I wasn’t surprised but my eyes still went wide seeing his Mercedes g63, it went so well with him I thought and his words replayed in my head, he wasn’t going to let a lady like me go out alone at this hour. That just made him so different from the arrogant boss during the day. No Y/n stop it! He is your boss, you can’t see him any other way!

The car ride was silent except when I told him my address, a few minutes later he parked in front of my house and I sighed tiredly gently rubbing my eyes, stretching slightly, then the door ioening and closing startled me. Mr. Choi had gotten out of the car and opened the door for me.

“Oh…um thanks…thank you…” I said getting out shyly “Well have a goodnight sir—”

“Y/n!” My mom called out coming out of my house. She made her way to us and hugged me before looking at Mr. Choi.

“Oh my my Y/n! He is handsome!” she exclaimed giggling and I froze.

“M-mom…stop…he—” I mumbled.

“He must be a co-worker of yours! Wait! Why don’t you both come in? I made some bibipam, we can also talk about that rude boss that you talk about Y/n!” she yelled, pulling us in.

At that point I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. She kept rambling all the mean things I had said about Seungcheol and I glanced at him, his eyes were slightly wide, but interested in the conversation.

“yes sweetie! You tell me he is such a pain at times and how arrogant he is” she said and I made a face at her.

“mom—” I mumbled, waving my hands to make her stop, but Seungcheol’s hand slowly stopped my hand taking it in his.

“No it’s fine…gone on ma’am…” he whispered, his face didn’t express anger but interest in the conversation, as my eyes darted to our hands. His large hand gently embracing mine, I was so confused.

“Oh you know, it’s Mr. Choi or something, he overworks my little daughter! She works so hard to impress him! What do you think about him, young man?” She asked, setting two bowls with warm soups on the table.

“Well ma’am I think I don’t really pay attention to the boss’s actions…” he said in a gentle tone to my mom as we took a seat and she sat down across from us.

After a few minutes later I was helping my mom clean up, and praying that I don’t get fired. Wiping the table I noticed Mr. Choi looked over the pictures on the shelves, and a thin smile came to my mind. Shaking my head. slightly I went over to him while my mom finished cleaning.

“Nice family” he mumbled, making me look at him.

“Huh? Oh y-yeah thank you sir…what about you I think you’ve lived a wonderful life,” I said smiling softly and he released a soft scoff.

“I wish… my parents divorced and my relationship with my father isn’t that good…I think that’s why I try so hard…” he started still staring at my family photos.

“Oh I’m really sorry sir…I didn’t” I quickly added apologetically.

“It’s fine, sorry I shouldn’t be ranting about my personal life…um I should get going…” he said looking at me before checking his watch, earning a nod from me I followed him outside walking him to his car.

“Um thank you again for giving me a ride home Sir…” I said bowing my head. He gave me a soft smile and responded.

“Call me Seungcheol…” he mumbled. I looked up in shock. “It’s nothing but call me Seungcheol, let’s start from there…” he said, his eyes fixed on me, I could feel my cheeks heating up.

“Oh um start what Mr. Choi? I mean…S-Seungcheol?” I asked shyly and he placed his hands in his pockets.

“Let’s start with me not being a pain in the butt and an arrogant stupid boss…” he said recalling my mom’s words.

“I’m really sorry sir—” I spoke quickly but he beat me to it.

“Don’t be…That way I can see the things that need to be fixed for me to be a good boss and well…impress someone…” he said and he seemed to admire me for a moment. I gently clenched my fist in a soft ball. He slowly opened his mouth looking like he wanted to say something important to me.

His eyes scanned me for a few seconds. I tried to not get my hopes up. The words he said next were so shocking…

To Be Continued…

Part II

#seventeen #svt scoups #scoups x reader #scoups x y/n #svt fluff #svt smut #choi seungcheol #seungcheol imagines #svt imagines #scoups #seungcheol scenarios #Spotify

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ikanasocking · 5 months

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A s(h)ockin change

Live was slow for Aron. He had not much to do, besides going to work every day. Working in a cloth store, for sportswear. It was boring since a bigger store opened up just down the street. Few people came to the place and so Aron was sitting there from day to day, waiting for something to do, besides checking all the inventory. Weeks went by and nothing really changed. When one day this guy came through the door.

A big muscular guy with black hair and dark brown eyes. He was a lot taller than Aron.

“Hey, may I ask you something?”, the guy asked and looked at Aron.

Within an instant their eyes locked, Aron began to blush.

“Sure”, he stammered and the guy came closer.

“Looking for some new clothes.”

“Guess you can find something here”, Aron replied and the guy laughed.

“I was hoping to. Can you tell me, where I can find shorts and underwear?”

“Sure, I will bring you there.”

“Don’t trouble yourself”, the guy said.

“No trouble at all. Since this place is packed as hell, I guess I can show you around”, Aron replied and began walking.

Aron felt small and weak compared to the guy behind him. He was always a little bit pudgy, but next to this guy he felt fat. He took him to the isles the guy was looking for.

“Here you go. If you find something that you like but it is not in your size, then just tell me. I am sure we have some bigger clothes left in the backroom.”

“Thanks man. Will do.”

With that the guy began browsing through all the clothes he saw before him. Aron returned to the front desk and watched the guy browsing.

“We got a hot one on our hands here”, Aron’s boss said and came from the backroom.

“What do you mean, sir?”

“The new guy. I can sense some sensation in your lower half. You got good taste, Aron.”

“You know sir, I am not into man.”

“But there is always the one, where we look at it and say. For him I would become gay. So is this guy the special one?”

“No, sir. He is just a costumer, like everyone else.”

“Well if you say so”, Aron’s boss say and went back into the storage of the store.

Aron kept looking at the costumer, who was still browsing through different items. He could not help but wonder why he was still looking at him. Sure he was a big guy, but Aron was into women. Sure women who were more on the masculine site, but still women.

“Sorry, buddy, I need your assistance again”, the guy said looking at Aron.

“Sure. How may I help you?” Aron asked and walked over.

“These are all nice and interesting. But I need them a little bit bigger, then this”, he said and Aron looked at the size of the clothes.

Yeah M or L would not fit this guy. He swore he had put up some bigger sizes. But apparently, he did not.

“Just a moment. Which of these would you like in bigger size?”

The guy pulled a pair of black and white shorts out and handed them to Aron. He took them, went back into the storage and browsed through the products. He found nothing that was a bigger size. How come they only had size M or L or even smaller left? Aron’s boss came by and looked at him.

“Something the matter, boy?”, he asked.

“You see, sir. I am sure I put up these shorts in different sizes. But on display are only M and L sizes. And even here we seem to have nothing more left than these sizes.”

“Strange. I am sure I ordered the right sizes. They must have delivered it wrong. But still. Your hunky costumer wants these bigger?”

“Yes, sir. I am sure he will need XXL or even bigger.”

Aron’s boss scratched his head.

“Give me a moment. I will figure something out.”

With that the guy took the shorts and went deeper into the storage. Aron went back to the costumer to inform him of what was going on.

“Found something?” he asked when he saw Aron.

“My boss is browsing through the storage and I am sure he will find something. In the meantime, do you need anything else?

“Oh, okay. Well I guess I could use some”, the guy said and grabbed a pair of black socks.

They looked pretty comfy and fluffy. The big cat on them showed who made them.

“Okay. Is this your size?”, Aron asked and the guy looked at it.

“Ah shit. This is only size 39-42. I have 47-49” he said and Aron took a look at the guys feet.

Holy cow he was right. His feet looked gigantic. The shoes he was wearing seem to have problems to keep these monsters contained.

“I will look for the right size, right away. Just wait a moment please”, Aron said and went back into the storage.

But much like the shorts, he could not find any other sizes. Then he heard his boss talking to the costumer. Curios he peaked out of the storage. His boss handed the guy the shorts, he was looking for in bigger size. Then he came back to the storage and found Aron peaking the corner.

“Surprised?” he asked.

“Not really. At least you found something sit.”

“Yeah. Let me guess. The socks are too small as well?”

“Sadly, yes.”

“No problem. Come with me.”

Bot guys went over to the costumer, who was in a cabin trying on the shorts.

“Sir, I am here to bring you the socks in the right size, you seeking.

“Aw great”, the guy said and opened the curtain.

He was wearing the new shorts and looked pretty well, Aron had to admit.

“But these are the same size, the guy left with.”

Aron looked at his boss and saw him smiling.

“This will not be a problem, trust me. Just try them.”

With this the costumer just shrugged, took the socks and put them on. They looked riddiculsly small on his feet. Not even really fitting over his heel. He looked at Aron’s boss and wanted to say something, when suddenly Aron felt the urge to drop to his knees. He did and before anyone could react, he was at the costumer’s feet. His fingers touching the feet of the costumer and a strange sensation rushed through Aron’s body. His fingers just melting away into the fabric, becoming on with it. More and more of his body melted away until Aron was the socks of the costumer. His body began to stretch more and now the socks were the right size, for this guy. Aron was confused and could still not understand what had happened to him. The only thing he was aware of right now was the strong smell of sweat from his new owner. Aron felt like he should be freaked out by what just happened. But the smell was too good and he was only a pair of socks, so he could not even freak out.

The costumers blinked a few times, before looking at the store chef.

“These are some good socks. I take them. The shorts are not really as I imagined them. But the socks, damn those are comfy.”

“Sure, sir. I will put the shorts back, after you changed. Just leave them here. I will wait at the register for payment.”

The costumer nodded and closed the curtain. He changed back and went to the front desk. He put Aron on the counter and the former human’s boss sold them.

So Aron’s new life as a pair of socks began. He was used for sports mainly. But from time to time, his owner decided it was better to use him for something more fun. Soaking the fabric his body in his cum.

#inanimate transformation #socks tf #sock tf

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xxx-sir-pentious-xxx · 4 days

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A Classic Courtship

Clean relatively, same era relations, heaven, courtship and disability

The heavenly sun shine danced over the cloud field. A beautiful peaceful sight for the Victorian woman. She was half blind, her eye having gotten destroyed when she died in the 1880's. She was to be married then but her groom up and stabbed her.

She never thought she'd find a love and often avoided people due to her eye being empty.

It was when she heard about a genius inventor who came from hell that she felt for once a longing. To be friends? Maybe. She just had to meet him.

Sir Pentious was set up in a old building with adverts stating he could do commissions for his craft. He couldnt do weapons but he offered disability aids.

His first project was for this sweet Victorian lady, her name was Eloise and she looked like a white Persian cat with folded ears.

She had little faith in the project but really wanted to speak to him, his voice was flipping her heart like a pancake. Soft words of affection and genuine kindness was surprising, he was from Hell after all.

"Ssso I'm gonna need to measssure your eye cavity and make ssure your not allergic to anything. Its gonna be great I promissse dear Eloise, you'll be even more beautiful that before I promissse."

Without prompting he took her head in his hands and leaned in to examine her eye making her shiver and laugh,

"Oh goodness! Ah, I wasnt expecting you to just grab me! Fresh... your interesting..."

Pentious quickly apologized and felt guilty for so thoughtlessly touching her in such a way. Not really noticing he was arousing the Lady's interest in him further. It wasnt until she giggled again and blushed with a inviting look that said, 'you should ask me out'. She was a traditional lady she wouldn't ever think to ask for his hand in courtship, that's mens work.

Somewhere in Sir Pentious stirred the romance he was taught in life, he was sure Cherri Bomb wasnt going to come, let alone be in love with him. He decided to take the chance and asked to take her to eat sometime soon to which she shyly obliged setting a date in two days at night fall.

Two days pass

During the two days Pentious had put together a working product that fit his new lady's socket. He just needed to finish the final step of getting the eye color right.

Eloise let him cup her cheek to angle her head in a way as to see the color gradient in her eye as he painted every last detail like a mirror to her current eye. He was artful as could be, a visionary. He was so lost in his muse's face he failed to see the blush burning her cheeks when he leaned in like before. It was just so scandalous, being manhandled like this. It was even more intimate when Pentious finally got her ready to have it inserted after the eye was dried and her head numbed.

She could feel the pressure yes but the relief she felt when the connections were applied to the right nerves and she could see, it was everything.

Pentious helped her blink and finally gave her a mirror after the numbness left. She was beautiful, beautiful and whole again.

"Why.... I... Pentious how.... it looks so..."

Her eyes dilated together seamlessly making her weep with joy. Her precious pawed hand covered her mouth to muffle her sobs of joy.

"I could kiss you Pentious. But that would be greatly unfit of a lady such as I...."

She kissed her paw and gently blotted her soft pink pad on his cheek leaving her lip gloss on his cheek. This gesture made him melt, it was so romantic yet reserved. The giggling they did out of genuine shyness would be mildly annoying to anyone else.

The date came around time and they two lovers ate in a secluded area and chattered about lives and death and of course dead life. After trading addresses and walking Eloise home the two could finally be assured they were eager to meet again.

Eloise began writing eagerly about the day, before deciding to trim some fur to put in a locket to some day give to her lover. Not yet though, they had to take it slowly.

Sir Pentious meanwhile fawned over the kiss still on his cheek, ever so gently shedding that spot and framing it. He simply had to cherish finally getting a lover.

The two slept and dreamt of beautiful things that mainly focused of their day. It was rather eventful was it not.

Cool

#Sir pentious #hazbin hotel #story #disability

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kurooblossom · 9 months

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「CLEANLINESS」木場蔵之介

ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3 | MASTERLIST

➤ Word Count: 644 ➤ Inspiration: Prompt

➤ Series: Oops, I Said Yes?! (Love 365: Find Your Story)

➤ Pairing: Kiba Kuranosuke x Reader

➤ Tags: co-workers, f!reader, pre-canon, pre-relationship, references to Kuranosuke’s route, superior/underlying power dynamic

➤ A/N: My writer’s block is back. 💀💀💀

Despite working for years with one another long before the two were ever married, Y/N never truly picked up on how deeply Kuranosuke’s desire for cleanliness went. Sure, he had gotten onto her about the ‘mess’ that was her desk. An empty bottle here, a forgotten scrap piece of paper there, trash only pilling up on her desk during periods when she was busier than usual. The blizzard of the production department ran a tight ship, so she didn’t think too much of his scolding about her tidiness from time to time. However, what should’ve tipped her off about his true nature was their day business trip shortly before that fateful night.

While it was rare for both herself and Kuranosuke, her superior, to work together so closely on a project, they did so for a project for one of their newer clients. The opening to the client’s new exhibit was earlier that evening, and it was a little outside of Tokyo, so Kuranosuke offered to drive the two of them to the location as it was the easiest option and didn’t risk the two getting stuck if they missed the final train.

Kuranosuke was never the easiest to talk to. Whether it was because of his position as her superior or his icy wall when it came to anything outside of work, the two mostly kept to themselves. Aside from the occasional comment, or the male’s wearily warnings about something, the car ride was mostly quiet. Which only made what would happen so much worse.

“Do you want some?” Y/N asked, holding out the bag of candy to him.

Briefly looking over to her outstretched hand, Kuranosuke’s brows furrowed at the bag of candy. The bag was familiar. After the project the two had just wrapped up was for a sweet shop, the workers there were kind enough to gift them some sweets for all the hard work they did. The bag in her hand was the exact same one they had gifted both of them.

“No.” He replied shortly, his eyes returning to the road.

Mouthing a silent ‘oh’, Y/N lowered the bag of candy back into her lap, dejectedly picking out a piece for herself.

“Don’t make a mess.” Kuranosuke continued.

“Yes, sir.”

With no more reason to talk, the car fell silent. It remained that way for a while, with only the sound of the candy bag rustling and the car being heard.

The silence was broken, however, some time later. The road they were driving on was being worked on, areas of the pavement uneven, and parts of the other lane was blocked off. The tire of the rental car hit a bump in the road, jostling the car slightly. She snapped her eyes shut at the sounds of little bits of candy bouncing into the crevices of her superior’s rental car.

A heavy silence lingered in the air momentarily before the silence was broken by the sound of a growled out, “what did I tell you?”

“...To not make a mess.”

His fingers tightened around the wheel as he inhaled a sharp breath. His lips opened and then closed, Y/N interrupting Kuranosuke before he could speak another word.

“I’ll m-make sure it’s all cleaned up before we return the car!” She quickly managed out.

Leaning forward, her hands swiftly got to work picking up each of the small pieces of colorful dots scattered across the car’s center console and floor. One hand filled up with the colors of the rainbow as her other hand grabbed them.

“At least put them into a napkin or something.” Kuranosuke sighed, eyeing the candy that dared to overflow from her tiny palm while he drove.

“R-Right!”

Even after that night, somehow, she found herself not prepared for the demon Kuranosuke is within the walls of his own home...

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mcsquared789 · 5 months

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Iron Man: War Machine (fic preview)

The end of the cargo hold slowly began to open into the bright, starless night sky. Stark slowly walked forward until he reached the edge, buffeted by a heavy wind… and looked down onto Queens.

And the large expanse below him, Flushing Meadows — home of the new Stark Expo. Fireworks were already going off from below, lighting up the entire carnival like it was a sideshow from Vegas. Every light illuminated the beautiful Unisphere, the stainless steel Earth at the center that once hosted a world fair, and now would host another. And ringing it were the towns, trees and national parks and complexes of his neighboring home, all bathed in a patchwork of lights that speckled the eye.

This large and beautiful megapolis was filled with other businesses and corporations far bigger than his own… but for one month only, the center of this city belonged only to Stark Industries.

And strangely, now that Stark was clear-headed… he felt a burst of confidence, the breeze reinvigorating him, refilling the wind in his sails. Thousands were looking for him down below in the wings of the central stage. He couldn't keep them waiting; it was opening night. What better way to make an entrance, than from above?

Flying high. Burning out. Coming in hot.

Pepper came up from behind and walked up next to him, daunted at the height and sheer scale of what they had created — together. She grabbed his helmet with both hands nervously, as her hair freely flowed in the wind.

Stark turned to her, looking for words to say. "I'm — I'm sorry, Pepper." He had to speak over the noise of the jet engine.

"It's okay," Pepper raised her voice. "Just —"

"I know I can be selfish sometimes," Stark interrupted. "And I know I don't say it enough, but, uh…" he faltered, as Pepper squinted at him. "How's my hair?"

"You've said that before."

"Er…" Stark grinned. He didn't remember that. "Yes, but I mean it this time. Is it piece-y enough, or do I need more product?" He shrugged. "Or do you like the wind-blown look?"

Pepper's face betrayed the hint of a smile. She bit her lip. "You definitely look better than you did a few minutes ago."

"Good," Stark nodded. "Now, please give me a smooch for good luck. I might not make it back, this is… some heavy stuff."

"You just puked," Pepper wrinkled her nose. "Couldn't you have asked me that at any other time?"

"Okay, then how about on the cheek?"

Pepper seemed to think about it. Then, she took the helmet… and kissed it on the small crack that looked like a mouth. She then tossed it out of the plane.

"Go get them, boss," She winked at Stark.

He just snorted. "You complete me." And with a deep breath, he threw himself from the plane.

Diving out headfirst — taking a swan dive into the city.

Immediately, Stark wished he had gotten some protective goggles. The wind was blowing him at mach speed. Oh well.

Trying to ignore the lights, he fell with his arms and legs spread wide. Coming right up at him was the helmet, which he extended his hands for to grab from the air, missing once, twice —

And he snatched it, before shoving it onto his head and connecting the single cable from it into a small outlet in the neck of his suit. He had practiced it hundreds of times before when he had tried falling in previous tests, as well as learning the training protocol for what to do when you didn't have one. The bells and whistles he had integrated had all been crucial to help Stark fight against his foes in terrorist regions… but his helmet was by far the most essential.

And, he thought happily as his HUD activated, blocking out the noise. It also has my most important asset. "JARVIS?"

"Yes, sir?"

Stark had missed his AI's sweet dulcet tones. He grinned. "Good to hear from you, buddy. Activate boots now — and play me AC/DC. Shoot to Thrill."

"Of course, sir."

Stark swore he heard amusement in the JARVIS's tone —but then again, JARVIS had inadvertently become his closest confidant over the last month. After weeks of listening to almost nothing but it, he had just kind of learned to accept him that way.

An electric guitar started to serenade his ears, as the repulsors kicked in. Soon, Brian Johnson was screaming his way into his heart at max volume, as he blasted down towards ground zero — the fireworks trailing off past him, leaving a cloud trail in the sky. Stark whooped as he soared, spinning like a bottle rocket.

Soon — right on time, he saw blank missiles coming straight at him. A little loan from Rhodey. An excellent chance for him to flex his training from above… but of course, they were not explosive. On the contrary, relatively safe and harmless — he expertly dodged one of them just by adjusting his left repulsor and careening off, and it burst into a smoke cloud.

Hell, yeah. Flying high.

Stark attempt to focus on the music, bopping his head to the guitar. "Shoot to thrill, play to kill," he mumbled under his breath. "Too many women with too many pills…" And he trailed off there. He was just going to ignore that last line… instead he soared off from the right, dodging another missile.

His hands shook a little, trying to control the repulsors as he dodged another. And another. And another.

BOOM, BOOM, POOF! They all went off in his wake. It was not particularly impressive from up here, but no doubt the people in the building were noticing something. And if he was lucky, the hole in the roof would be opening up now.

Burning out.

WHOOSH! He swooped past another missile, and started to accelerate towards the finish line. The roof was just below him — he only had to hit the bullseye.

"Shoot to thrill, play to kill," his voice grew louder. "I got my gun ready, gonna fire at will… Thanks for helping, JARVIS."

"My pleasure, sir."

Coming in hot, he told himself. Get ready for the superhero landing!

He dove in through the hole — through sheets of rafters and stagecraft machinery.

CLANG. He struck the podium, fully crouched. His suit absorbed the blow, vibrating him a little — little cracks under the boots as the repulsors cut off. And he got to his feet and opened his arms for the crowd.

And everyone cheered for him — hundreds of people littering the stadium and the stage he stood on. All the spotlights turned to him, as hot jets of fire erupted from behind, heating up the back of his suit. FOOSH! Golden confetti rained from above, littering the crowd as they raised their arms to catch it — a crowd, of which Stark could see many wearing high-quality Iron Man brand masks and related apparel. His marketing team had truly come in clutch.

He turned behind him, expecting — and there they were, coming from the side of the stage. A chorus line of beautiful backup dancers, reminiscent of those from the Captain America days. They hurriedly came into a row, interlinked their hands and started kicking their legs out at the audience: wearing only the skimpiest of suits that resembled his armor, glowing white torchlights on their chest to resemble the arc reactor Then, Stark laughed mirthlessly to himself as he saw them break into a conjoined dance — and on the projector screen behind him, an image of the waving American flag.

He had come up with this idea many moons ago. Coincidentally, not long after the Army had started filing lawsuits against him for not disclosing his Iron Man suit patent. He figured since he was doing their job for him, he might as well have had some fun with it… so the only other pointers he had given his team was to make sure the women maintained their shit-eating grins.

He considered this a wild success. Was it petty? Yes. Would it also make them look stupider than they already were? Also yes. To that end, he was definitely later going to give everyone in marketing a bonus salary.

"Alright," he muttered as he turned back to the crowd. "Get me out of this thing, why don't you?"

"Of course." The circular stage started to turn, as robot arms started to come up out of the ground and disassemble his suit — unscrewing and taking each repulsor off safely, followed by the legs, the chest and torso pieces — and his helmet, allowing him blink out at his audience. He was visually assaulted by the camera flashes, the LED billboards, and the screaming of both women and men who had a… uh, unnatural obsession with him.

Ignoring these people, he stepped to the side of the stage in his proper and prim suit. The robot arms sunk back below the podium with the pieces it had taken, and closed — allowing him to step back to where he had stood. It was there that he looked out from the stage, while the chorus line spun and twirled in the back.

He let out a bow… and he noticed his lapel. There was a speck of blood on it.

He just rubbed it off, and tucked it in as he rose. Trying to keep a great smile for the audience, as he was preferable to no one seeing that. Everyone was having a great time already, and… he wanted it to stay that way.

People can talk about it after I'm gone. Otherwise, it's too depressing.

Clearing his throat, he extended his arms again — and looked out to the world.

"Welcome… to the Stark Expo!"

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looneyleyle · 8 months

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mad-eye moody ~ c. diggory

synopsis: who knew that going to the quidditch world cup with her two best friends would change ava's life forever.

warnings: character deaths

words: 6131

note: from my wattpad account, written nov 20 2020

ava's pov

i woke up to a wet, cold sensation washing over my body. wiping off what i hoped was water, i opened my eyes and glared at the culprits.

"nothing better than a good old-fashioned muggle prank." fred snickered. george fist-bumped him before handing me a towel. he then put down the bucket of water he had poured on me.

"if i weren't so tired right now, you two would be soooo dead." i mumbled, finally getting out of the bed and grabbing my clothes for the day.

"cheer up, save your sulking for when bulgaria loses." george taunted. i looked back at him and rolled my eyes.

"you wish. with krum on the team, the irish don't stand a chance." i got dressed in the bathroom while the twins continued to argue that the irish were superior. i walked out with my deep red jumper on and a pair of ripped black jeans.

"the irish haven't been good since o'hare left. their defensive skills are shit. plus, lynch isn't nearly as good as krum. bulgaria went up against the irish last year, and lynch fell for all of krum's tricks. he's too thick to see through krum's fakes, even if krum is equally as stupid." i said as we walked down the stairs. we each grabbed our bags and got a muffin off of the table before going outside. we were all waiting for ron and harry, who apparently kept falling back asleep.

"we have a ton of new products for this year. we'll mostly try them out on filch, but maybe we'll have another rubbish defense against the dark arts teacher that we can experiment on." fred explained as we all walked to the portkey.

"like that fool lockhart." george added.

"sadly, i won't have as many classes with you lot this year. i'm going to be taking mostly newt classes." i told the two.

"gross, you're willingly signing up for extra work."

"plus, you'll be with a bunch of the stuck up smart people." i just laughed.

"well, some of us take our education seriously." i said pointedly, the two looking away sheepishly. i held back a bit and joined hermione and ginny's conversation about the quidditch world cup. it was the first time going for all of us. our group kept walking for another half a mile before an older man appeared, leaning against a tree.

"ah, amos!" mr. weasley exclaimed. the two hugged before introducing everyone. i tuned them out, not particularly caring about this friend of mr. weasley.

"… and this strapping young lad must be cedric, am i right?" mr. weasley asked.

"yes sir." a male's voice said. i looked up to see an extremely handsome boy, probably around my age. hermione, ginny, and i all shared a look with each other. we continued with our conversation, but my eyes would drift to cedric every once in a while. noticing this, ginny purposely pushed me to the spot next to cedric when we got to the portkey. i was going to glare at her, but cedric looked my way and gave me a smile.

"hello, i'm cedric diggory." he said, extending his hand for me to shake.

"ava carpenter. nice to meet you." i introduced, shaking his hand.

"the pleasure is mine." he smiled, and i knew this boy must have hundreds of girls at his feet. we all grabbed the portkey, not minding the slight odor coming from the manky old boot.

"let go kids!" mr. weasley yelled. i let go, but felt a hand grab mine before i could start falling. cedric smiled as i gripped tightly onto his hand. following his lead, i started walking on the air.

"couldn't let you fall like that." cedric said as we landed. a smile crept its way onto my face, and i already could tell this guy would be the death of me.

~ ~ ~

after our encounter with the malfoys and our ascent up the hundreds of stairs, we finally made it to our spots in the stadium. spotting amos and cedric, we made our way over to them. coincidentally, my seat was next to cedric's. we both were wearing red and black clothes, and cedric had a red stripe on one cheek and a black one on the other.

"a man of taste, i see." i told him, sending a pointed look at the green-and-white colored twins. they just glared back as cedric laughed.

"you can barely tell you're rooting for bulgaria! where's your team spirit?" cedric teased. i rolled my eyes and pointed to harry and ron.

"those two left the face paint at home." cedric reached into his pocket, producing two small canisters of face paint: one red, one black. he opened up the red canister and dipped a finger into it.

"may i?" he asked. trying to will down my blush from this handsome near-stranger getting closer to me and offering to touch my face, i nodded. he put a stripe of red on one cheek and one stripe of black on the other, matching his face paint. he then smiled before turning to watch the irish come in. fred and george were cheering loudly as i rolled my eyes, slow clapping. the bulgarians came in next, totally outshining the irish.

"krum! krum! krum!" i yelled, joining in on the crowd's cheers. even the twins joined in on the chanting, despite being fans of the irish. the game ended just as fast as it started, and soon we were all descending the stairs and making our way back to the tents. we said goodbye to cedric and amos before entering our tent.

"there's no one like krum. he's like a bird the way he rides the wind. he's more than an athlete. he's an artist." ron exclaimed passionately.

"i think you're in love ron." ginny teased.

"viktor i love you, viktor i do~" the twins started. harry and i joined in.

"when we're apart, my heart beats only for youu~" we all burst out into a fit of giggles. loud bursts of noise came from outside the tent. fred said something about the irish, and before i knew it, a distraught mr. weasley was ushering us out of the tent.

"get back to the portkey everybody, and stick together!" almost immediately after mr. weasley said that, we were all separated. in the mess of people, i couldn't find any of the weasleys or their friends. i made my way back to the portkey, hoping everyone else would be there. instead, i found amos and cedric there, anxiously waiting.

"ava! are you okay? where are the rest?" cedric questioned, coming up to me. he scanned me up and down for injuries before making sure no one followed me.

"i'm fine. we all got split up, but mr. weasley told us all to meet up at the portkey. i'm sure they'll get here soon." i explained. soon enough, fred, george, and ginny made their way to us.

"where are the others?" ginny asked.

"we don't know." amos said doubtfully. after a couple minutes of waiting, mr. weasley showed up.

"you all get home. ron, hermione, and harry are still missing. i'll stay here and find them, you all get safe. i'm sure mum is worried sick." we all nodded and grabbed the boot.

back at the hill we left on yesterday morning, it was oddly peaceful compared to the ruckus at the world cup.

"you kids get home safely, okay? have arthur send us an owl once he gets back." amos told us. we nodded before saying our goodbyes.

as we were leaving, i looked back to see cedric still looking at us. he gave me a small smile, to which i returned and waved. he then left to catch up with his father.

~ ~ ~

"… and lee found a deserted bathroom end of last year. it's the perfect place for our operations!" george yelled happily. i chuckled at the two. pranking had always been their specialty, and i'm glad they're planning on making a career out of it.

"percy's been going on and on about some spectacular thing going on this year at hogwarts." fred said, changing the topic. i nodded. i had spent the last couple nights at the weasley house, as my parents were out on my mom's muggle business trip, so i had heard percy's incessant bragging.

"probably some prick alumni reunion. 'prefects only! whoever can be the biggest stick in the mud gets to kiss dumbledore's arse!'" i mumbled. the twins burst out laughing, agreeing.

once we all unloaded our things into the dorms, a large crowd started running outside. following the commotion, i saw a large carriage almost wipe out hagrid. to the left, a tiny ship was visible. said 'tiny ship' started emerging from the water, revealing a massive vessel.

"whaddya suppose that's all about?" two voices asked from behind me. i didn't even have to turn to see who was talking to me.

"i dunno. let's get to the great hall before the crowd."

~ ~ ~

"hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. the tri-wizard tournament. now, for those of you who do not know, the tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. from each school, a single contestant is selected to compete. now, let me be clear: if chosen, you stand alone. and trust me when i say these contests are not for the faint-hearted." dumbledore explains. i look over to see fred and george with wide smirks on their faces.

"but more of that later. for now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the beauxbatons academy of magic, and their headmistress madam maxime." dumbledore continued. the doors to the hall opened, and out came a group of girls with tight blue uniforms. the guys all ogled at the girls as they scurried to the front of the hall.

"and now, our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of durmstrang, and their headmaster igor karkaroff." now, a bunch of guys came in, hitting their staffs against the ground before doing some gymnastics. at the back of the group was viktor krum, and i let out a gasp. murmurs swept the room, the name "krum" repeating over and over again. as i watched the durmstrang students pour in, my eyes landed on cedric. he had hufflepuff robes on, in contrast to my ravenclaw ones. noticing my stare, he gave me his signature smile and waved. i returned both gestures before listening to dumbledore and barty crouch drone on about the tournament. this type of thing wasn't really my place, especially with the whole deadly, this-is-a-stupid-idea-but-we're-wizards-so-to-hell-with-caution vibe it was giving. i could tell fred and george would try to put their names in the goblet, even though they are too young to participate.

~ ~ ~

"by half a bloody year!" fred exclaimed.

"this is rubbish!" george continued. i only laughed at the sulking twins, the three of us making our way to defense against the dark arts.

"what can you do? it's not like you can magically make yourselves older." the two stopped in their tracks.

"that's brilliant ava!" the two yelled before running the other way.

"we have classes right now!" i yelled after them, but they were already too far away. i sighed and heard a chuckle to my right. i whipped around to see cedric, books in hand.

"hello again ava." he greeted. i started to walk with him.

"morning cedric." i greeted.

"those two seem to be quite the handful." he joked, motioning towards the area the twins were a moment ago. i groaned.

"you don't even know." cedric opened the door to the classroom, and we made our way in. mad-eye moody was standing in front of the classroom, murmuring to himself. cedric and i were the last ones in, so only two tables were left. i took the one in the middle, cedric asking if he could sit next to me. obviously, i agreed, not passing up the chance to sit with him. a couple hufflepuff girls glared at me, but i paid no attention to them.

"alastor moody. ex-auror… ministry malcontent… and your new defense against the dark arts teacher. i'm here because dumbledore asked me. end of story, goodbye, the end… any questions?" mad-eye introduced.

"well isn't he delightful." i mumbled, making cedric let out a snort.

"i heard that ms. carpenter." mad-eye said without turning to look our way. i looked at cedric with a mischievous smile, to which he returned, both of us trying to hold in our laughs.

the rest of class was filled with mad-eye using the unforgivable curses on a poor little spider. i pursed my lips, unsettled by the class. don't get me wrong, it was hilarious to see lee jordan get a spider shoved down his robes, but mad-eye seemed to… enjoy using the curses. an uncomfortable pit sat in my stomach as i left the classroom, mad-eye's glass eye following me the entire way out.

~ ~ ~

i sat on one of the bleachers surrounding the goblet. i needed to do some herbology homework, but i wanted to see who all would put their name in the cup. plus, fred and george had promised that they had some genius way to get in, and made me swear i'd be there to witness their 'greatness'. so, i sat next to hermione, writing down notes on the venomous tentacula. when i looked up from my homework, a couple hufflepuff boys ran in, pushing a grinning cedric. i watched as he put his name into the goblet. he then looked over and saw me. his friends started pulling him away, but he made sure to give me a wide smile before he ran away with the others. i just smiled to myself, going back to my homework. however, i felt a nudge in my side, interrupting my concentration.

"what's with that smile?" hermione asked teasingly. my smile became even wider.

"is it a certain hufflepuff golden boy who's caught your fancy?" she continued.

"mayyybe." i replied, knowing fully well that she was correct. before she could say anything more, the twins ran in, cheering.

"thank you, thank you. well lads, and ladies," george started, tilting his head towards me and hermione, "we've done it."

"cooked it up just this morning." fred added. hermione rolled her eyes.

"it's not going to work." she sang. fred and george crouched down next to her.

"oh yeah? why's that granger?" fred asked, acting super interested in whatever she'd say next.

"you see this? this is an age line. dumbledore drew it himself." she explained.

"so?" fred asked.

"so," hermione said, closing her book, "a genius like dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something so pathetically dimwitted such as an aging potion."

"that's why it's so brilliant." george countered, a large shit-eating grin on his face.

"because it's so pathetically dimwitted." fred continued. the two drank the potion and hopped inside of the age line. hermione just huffed, obviously disappointed that their plan worked. however, just after they put their names in the goblet, red sparks flew and hit them backwards. when they got up, they both had white hair and beards. a playful fight commenced, the crowd gathering around them.

hermione shook her head before looking at the doors. krum, karkaroff, and one other durmstrang boy came in, watching krum put his name in the goblet. he made eye contact with hermione, who started blushing.

"oh ho ho, what's that on your face. a blush?" i teased.

"shut it." she whispered with a smile on her face.

~ ~ ~

once all the names had been called, whispers went around the great hall. i cheered loudly for cedric, but the giddiness i felt for him being one of the champions was replaced by fear for harry. ron looked especially pissed off, so i'm assuming he knew nothing about harry putting his name in the goblet.

hermione suffered the most from this feud between harry and ron. she started to stick with me much more often, usually ranting about how stupid the boys were.

"and ron wouldn't shut up at breakfast! it was all hypocrite harry this and pesky potter that. it took him an hour to come up with those names, and they aren't even good!" hermione yelled, exasperated. we got a couple looks from those we passed in the hallways, but hermione didn't care.

"granger, do you mind if i take ava for a bit?" a voice asked from behind us. cedric stood there, rubbing the back of his neck. hermione gave me a subtle smirk before going to the library, leaving me and cedric together.

"i never got to congratulate you. you've been swarmed by people ever since your name was called." i told him. his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

"sorry 'bout that. i've been meaning to spend some time with you, but we only have a couple classes together." he said sheepishly. i assured him that it was fine.

"so, where are you headed?" i asked him. i had an open schedule, as it was the weekend, and most of my friends were cooped up in the common room.

"ah, i have some interview with the daily prophet." he told me.

"don't get too famous on me ced." i joked. he smiled at me.

"ced?" a faint redness swept over my face. before i could say anything, he cut me off.

"i like it." he stopped in front of a door, and inside, i could see fleur and rita skeeter.

"meet me in the great hall for lunch?" cedric asked. i tried to stop my smile, but it didn't work.

"yeah. see you there."

~ ~ ~

i sat at the breakfast table the next morning with hermione and ginny. harry and ron were still having their petty fight, and ginny didn't feel like hanging out with her other friends. ginny took out the daily prophet and handed it to me.

"read it." she said, an unreadable expression on her face. i warily took the article, reading it out loud.

"'harry potter, age 12, suspect entrant in the tri-wizard tournament. his eyes swimming with the ghosts of his past' what rubbish is this?" i said in disgust. ginny rolled her eyes.

"no silly, under that." my eyes drifted until, shockingly, i saw my name.

"'cedric diggory, age 17, hogwarts tri-wizard champion. a strapping young boy with no shortage of admirers. rumored to be going around with ava carpenter, daughter of famous potions-master robert carpenter.'" i read. hermione started giggling, while ginny nudged my arm. my face was a bit hot, and it was even hotter when a hand landed on my shoulder. looking up, i met a familiar pair of grey eyes.

"can i talk with you for a minute?" cedric asked. i nodded, and he took me out of the great hall and into a little cranny in the hallway.

"hey, i'm, uh, sorry about what rita wrote." he said awkwardly. i tried to laugh it off.

"it's fine. she writes whatever she thinks. more than half of the stuff she writes isn't true anyways."

"yeah." he said absentmindedly.

~ ~ ~

the first task. dragons. i had wished cedric luck before he went into the champions' tent, but my nerves were starting to build up.

"don't worry." george said, taking the seat to my left.

"your boyfriend will be fine." fred assured, taking the seat to my right.

"i- he's not-" i babbled. the twins smirked at me.

"it's quite obvious, really. waltzing around the halls," fred said.

"rosy red cheeks, pulling each other around with smiles on your faces," george continued.

"we may be idiots, but we're smart enough to tell that you two fancy each other." fred finished. i was about to rebuke their statements, but cedric's name was announced. he came out and looked around for the dragon. when he took a step forward, a swedish short-snout jumped out at him. he took a step back before transfiguring a rock into a labrador. as the dragon followed the dog, cedric makes a run for the golden egg. however, after he grabbed the egg, the short-snout lost interest in the dog and made his way toward cedric. the dragon let out a blast of fire, which burnt cedric. i yelped, terrified for him. nevertheless, he held onto the egg and ran out of the stadium with it. i saw madam pomfrey waiting for him at the exit. i watched as cedric was escorted into the med-tent. i wanted to go over to him, but i knew it was no use. they wouldn't let me in. so, i stayed with the twins and watched the rest of the champions. harry's match nearly scared me to death, with the horntail breaking free of its chains and them flying around hogwarts.

once harry got the egg, people started to make their way back to the castle. i stayed behind with hermione, fred, and george, who were waiting to congratulate harry. harry came out, holding the golden egg, cheering. the four gryffindors ran back to the castle, leaving me behind. as i was about to go and catch up with them, cedric emerged from the med-tent looking normal, save for a couple cuts. once he saw me, i ran up to him and hugged him out of instinct. he returned the hug chuckling.

"you okay? i thought the dragon hit you with the fire?" i asked, scanning him for any burns.

"madam pomfrey healed up the burns with a nasty orange paste. the dragon only got the side of my face." he explained.

"i'm glad you're okay." i sighed. he smirked at me.

"oh yeah? why's that~" he teased.

"shut up." i laughed, hitting his shoulder.

"by the way, i like the color yellow on you." he complimented. i had totally forgotten about my outfit. i had a yellow sweatshirt on with a black coat and leggings. i blushed as we walked back to the castle together, talking about his performance.

~ ~ ~

"the yule ball has been a tradition of the tri-wizard tournament since its beginning. on christmas eve, we and our guests gather in the great hall for well mannered frivolity. as representatives of the host school, each and every one of you are expected to be able to dance." flitwick explained. he tried to demonstrate what how to dance with luna, but he was simply too short to do it properly. luckily, we didn't have trouble picking up what to do. roger davies, another ravenclaw, asked to practice with me. it was a bit awkward, but it was done fairly quickly.

that night, everyone knew about the yule ball. some were waltzing down the hallways, while others were trying to get dates. i saw cedric, and was going to go up to him, but a flock of girls soon surrounded him.

that went on for a whole week. every time i saw cedric, a swarm of girls were following behind. the most prominent of them was cho chang, a fellow ravenclaw. she often would tap cedric's shoulder or initiate conversations with him. people started speculating that he would ask cho to the ball. i tried to not let that thought put a damper on my mood. i was hanging out with fred and george a lot, now that ron decided to stop being so pissy and made amends with harry, which meant hermione could hang out with the two again without picking favorites. she still talked to me a lot, especially after krum asked her to the ball. she was over the moon when it happened.

"what about you? have you picked out a dress yet?" she asked. i shook my head.

"i haven't even gotten a date yet. i'm not going to buy a dress before then." she let out a gasp.

"cedric hasn't asked you yet? i thought he would've asked by now." she said, jaw slightly dropped.

"nope. we've barely talked the past week with his swarm of girls flocking him at every waking moment." i sighed. hermione assured me that he would ask me, but i didn't want to give myself any false hope.

"speak of the devil…" hermione mumbled. when i looked up, cedric was coming toward us, his expression going from searching to relieved when he spotted us. hermione excused herself, leaving me with cedric in the empty hallway.

"hey ava." he said, slightly out of breath.

"hi." i said with a small smile. cedric frowned, furrowing his eyebrows in thought.

"are you okay? i'm sorry for not hanging out with you lately, i've been a bit busy." he said.

"i've noticed." i said, before wincing at what i said. i didn't mean to be jealous and petty, but the words escaped my lips before i could stop them.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean-" he cut me off.

"no, i understand." he sighed. "i've been a crappy friend lately." a silence set over us. he opened his mouth and closed it a couple times, wanting to say something. i waited for him to get it out.

"uhm… okay, here it goes." he said quietly to himself. i had to refrain from chuckling at that.

taking a deep breath, he asked me, "would you go to the yule ball with me?" i was a bit shocked for a second. he stood there, a nervous smile on his face.

"i thought you were going with cho." i said. his face scrunched up for a second.

"no, where did you hear that?" i shook my head.

"nevermind. i'd love to go to the ball with you, ced." his nervous smile grew wide and confident. out of reflex, he hugged me. as he was about to pull away from the hug, realizing what he did, i returned the hug.

~ ~ ~

"wow hermione, you look gorgeous." i said, looking at her from head to toe. she blushed.

"i could say the same for you. i love that dress." she replied. i twirled around in my blue tulle dress, pleased with my selection.

"who are you two…" a voice started.

"… and what did you do to ava and hermione?" an almost identical voice finished. hermione and i turned to see the twins, each with their dates.

"i'm sure diggory and krum will be all over you two." george winked. the four of them descended the stairs in front of us, promising to meet up with us later.

"shall we?" hermione asked.

"we shall." i answered, taking hermione's arm in mine as we went down the stairs. i saw cedric talking to a couple other hufflepuff boys, while krum stood awkwardly at the entrance of the great hall. harry and parvati stood at the bottom of the stairs, gaping at us. soon enough, cedric and krum turned around to see us. cedric made his way to the bottom of the stairs, his eyes not leaving me. a permanent smile graced his beautiful face, and i couldn't help but return it.

"you… look… amazing." cedric said breathlessly, taking my hands into his. there was this look in his eyes that just filled me up with happiness. it was a look of unrestrained joyfulness and care that made my heart melt.

"you look absolutely dashing." we stayed in awe of each other until mcgonagall took us to line up with the rest of the champions and their dates. first was fleur and roger davies, then krum and hermione, then me and cedric, and finally, harry and parvati. cedric held my hand as we walked out into the great hall. it was like a winter wonderland. once out on the floor, cedric put his hand on my waist, still not looking away from me.

the night went on, the two of us dancing almost the whole time, only stopping for drinks. by the end of the night, we were laughing with each other, prancing through the halls, spirits still high from the night's activities. he walked me to the ravenclaw dormitory, and i could tell he didn't want the night to end.

"that was amazing." cedric said, pulling me into a hug. i nuzzled my face into his chest, not wanting to leave his arms. as he pulled away from the hug, he kept me close. we stared into each other's eyes for a moment, subconsciously moving closer.

"may i?" he whispered. instead of answering, i leaned up to connect our lips. the kiss was happy and carefree, and by the end of it, we were both smiling, not pulling away from each other.

"sleep well." he said softly.

"you too." with a final kiss to his cheek, i went into the ravenclaw common room, a smile never leaving my face.

~ ~ ~

"the black lake? merpeople?" i repeated. he nodded.

"mad-eye suggested that i take the egg with me to bathe, and when i put the egg underwater, the screeching turned into singing." cedric explained.

"mad-eye told you?" i asked apprehensively. i had told cedric that i was suspicious of mad-eye, and him tipping cedric off on the second task didn't help his case in my mind.

"he's an ex-auror: of course he's going to be a bit creepy." cedric assured me. i just shrugged, still wary of mad-eye.

"and the merpeople are going to take something from you? better hide your lucky badger underwear." i joked. he lightly shoved me.

"i told you that in confidence." he whisper-shouted.

"and now i'll never let you forget~" i gloated.

"you just want to see my lucky underwear." he said suggestively, smirking.

"i know you were trying to be seductive, but that was a pretty weird way to put it." i smiled cheekily, laughing. he just blushed and pouted. rolling my eyes, i leaned up and kissed his cheek before putting my mouth close to his ear.

"i would love to see your lucky underwear sometime. maybe a bit more-"

"grossss!!!" two voices yelled from around the corner. cedric was blushing profusely as i went to go check on the voices. sure enough, fred and george were crouched around the corner, some rope attached to an ear thing in their hands.

"you two are nasty." fred said. cedric just wrapped his arm around my waist as we talked to the twins. soon enough, we had lost track of time, and it was almost night.

"ms. carpenter!"

we all turned to see flitwick running toward us.

"professor mcgonagall would like to have a word with you." he told me before walking off.

"okay, guess i have to go. see you tomorrow before the task." i told cedric, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

once in mcgonagall's office, i saw hermione, ron, and fleur's little sister. i stood next to them, wondering what this was all about. before i knew it, mcgonagall was casting a spell, and i blacked out.

~ ~ ~

i woke up freezing cold, gasping for air. for some reason, i was sopping wet. an arm was wrapped around me, helping me float. it was daytime, and all i could hear were loud cheers. i looked to see cedric smiling down at me. we swam to the ladder before we were given towels and robes.

"what happened?" i asked cedric, shivering.

"the merpeople didn't take my lucky underwear." he joked. it took me a second to realize what this meant.

"i was the stolen item?" he nodded and smiled, bringing me into a hug. i leaned into him for warmth.

the rest of the contestants came up from the water, with only fleur not completing the challenge. soon, we were all standing around dumbledore, waiting for the results. i stood next to cedric, along with some of his hufflepuff buddies.

"attention! the winner is… mr. diggory! for showing unique command of the bubblehead charm." dumbledore announced. i immediately started jumping up and down, cheering for cedric. his friends all started slapping him on the back, and he leaned down to give me a quick kiss on the lips.

~ ~ ~

the weeks leading up to the third task went by in a flash. i spent most of my days with the twins, hermione, and ginny, and my nights with cedric. he started sneaking me into the hufflepuff common room. we would do some homework and revising, but mostly, we would cuddle up in front of the fire and fall asleep on the couches. most of the hufflepuffs didn't care. only the jealous hufflepuff girls, and a couple guys, didn't like me being there, but professor sprout wasn't going to say anything against golden boy cedric.

on the day of the third task, i spent my time with cedric. he was practicing defensive and offensive spells. a couple hours before the task started, he needed to go meet up with dumbledore and his father.

"ava?" he said before leaving. i hummed, acknowledging him.

"this might be a bit early but… i care about you. a lot. i might even love you." he confessed.

"i care about you so much. i'd even wager that i love you too. please stay safe out there today, and win this thing." i whispered on his lips. he smiled and gave me one last, long hug before running off with the happiest smile i've ever seen on his face. brimming with happiness, i skipped off to the library, where hermione would be. however, as i was walking, i heard a low voice mumbling.

"yes, the dark lord will praise me for my work." the voice whispered. shocked, i went toward the voice, which seemed to be coming from an empty classroom. inside, i saw mad-eye moody transform into some other man. he was kissing a black tattoo inked on his arm. trying to hold in my gasp, i started to sprint toward the stairs to warn dumbledore and the others.

"crucio!" the man's voice yelled after me. shit. an excruciating, searing hot pain seized my body, forcing me to the ground. i was shaking, trying desperately to rid myself of the unbearable pain.

"going somewhere?" he asked. as he got closer, he recognized me. "ah, diggory's little girlfriend. off to go save your boyfriend?" he smirked evilly.

"sadly, you know too much. the dark lord wouldn't be pleased to have his plans foiled by a little girl."

he took a step back, and i knew what was about to happen.

"avada kedavra!" he hissed, and everything became cold and dark.

3rd person pov

"avada kedavra!"

cedric's body froze before totally blanking out. when he opened his eyes, he saw himself, lying on the grass of the graveyard. he watched as harry was forced onto the tombstone, as voldemort was reborn, and as harry dueled voldemort.

"harry, take my body back, will you? take my body back to my father, and tell ava i love her." he told harry, who sullenly nodded. after cedric formed a shield in front of harry with whom he presumed were harry's parents, he was teleported back to hogwarts. he watched as harry cried over his body, and as his father's heart broke for his precious little boy.

"that's my boy! that's my son!" he yelled agonizingly. cedric looked all around, but he couldn't find who he was looking for.

"cedric!" a voice yelled. it wasn't sad, like all of the others calling out his name, but it was… slightly relieved?

"ced!!" he whipped around at the sound of that familiar voice to see the girl he was looking for jump into his arms.

"ava! but, if you're here, that means-"

"mad-eye. it was polyjuice that he was drinking. he was a death eater." she explained. cedric pulled her in for the tightest hug.

"you're dead." he cried, burying his head into her neck. she had already had a couple hours to accept her death, and no one knew she was dead yet. cedric had to watch as his father and friends wept for him. surely, he was extremely overwhelmed. ava simply ran her hands through his hair, trying to calm him down.

"shhh, it's going to be okay." she whispered into his hair. he nodded, starting to take deep breaths. as soon as he calmed down, he pulled ava into a kiss.

"i love you." he told her.

"i love you too, my champion."

#cedric diggory #cedric x oc #goblet of fire #fanfic #harry potter

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ninjagirlstar5 · 11 months

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Protag Teruya AU - Prologue Part 1 - The Mart Intro

Time to spend some time at the Mart!

No TWs apply to this current post.

Prologe Part 2 Beginning

Disclaimer: While Sannotori is problematic, it’s a thing in this AU/fic and the dynamic is not the same as it is in canon.

The Protag Teruya AU was inspired by @/anotherprofessional’s post! Beware of Void spoilers though!

He quickly caught up to Mikado, passing by the beach he woke up on and down the road towards a mart. It looked like a convenience store you’d see anywhere and he felt that was right, even without the memories to back it up. They stepped inside without another word and his eyes were immediately drawn to the display case with all the food products. He felt his mouth drool.

“See anything you like?” Mikado asked and his eyes landed on the curry and rice. It looked delicious, but it probably needed to be heated up. So he looked to the chip aisle and grabbed a bag instead. When he looked around the mart briefly, there were aisles of household items, tools and other useful instruments. To be honest, the amount of variety of items would probably be more suited to a warehouse than a mart. And then, without another thought, he ripped open the bag. Mikado’s eyes go wide - well, the mask anyway. “Uh, sir, you haven’t paid for that yet.”

“Paid…? Ah, shit.” It was only then that the concept of money, prices and payment finally registered in his head. Funny, the guy before literally told him to his face to pay him a million yen just to get his name and yet, it hadn’t sunk in his head. “...I don’t even have any money on me.”

“Oh dear. Well, there haven't been any workers nearby, from what I can tell. So if anyone complains, they only have themselves to blame for leaving the mart unattended.” Mikado shrugged and he snorted. He felt a little bit of shame, but he quickly pushed it to the side when another pang of pain in his stomach reminded him of his hunger and he dug into the chips without a second thought. Mikado chuckles at the sight as they leave the aisle. He can see liquor and cigarettes behind the cash register from here but he held no interest in any of them. They weren’t very useful for minors like them anyways.

And then his eyes landed on a shorter girl with messy hair and twin bangs that look more like antennae rabbit ears or something. She wore round glasses, a magenta pink sweater over what looks to be a shirt with no sleeves, a black and orange tie, black shorts and blue slippers. She was looking over the tablet in her hand, her face completely blank. He clears his throat, deciding to take the plunge first.

“Uh, hi! Are you a student at Hope’s Peak? I think we’re classmates.” He said, trying to grab her attention. She looks up from her tablet, staring right at him before glancing at Mikado. But it seemed like he didn’t grab her attention like he did as she immediately went back to staring at him.

“Yes.” She said, simple and quick. Mikado steps forward to bring attention to himself.

“It is wonderful to meet you! I am Mikado Sannoji, the Ultimate Wizard!” Mikado snaps his fingers, showing off a brief spark of fire that somehow formed. The girl glanced at him once again before bringing her attention back to him. Weird. But maybe she was expecting him to give her his name, which, uh…makes this awkward. Oh boy.

“Uh, I’m sorry. I can’t give you a name right now since I currently have amnesia.” He admits, scratching the back of his neck. She blinks, somehow staring at him more intensely even though her expression didn’t change at all.

“I see. That would explain some things…And you’re freshman students?” Her voice is soft and low, not necessarily gentle but not exactly distant either. Almost as if she’s not used to raising her voice at all.

“Indeed. And you are…?” If Mikado wasn’t wearing a mask, he bet he’d be raising an eyebrow right now.

“Kokoro Mitsume, Ultimate Psychologist…I believe.” She tilts her head away from them slightly. Mikado seems to perk up at that.

“A psychologist? I’m sorry for springing this up on you when we just met but…” The wizard looks at him. “Can you-”

“Do anything about his amnesia?” Kokoro finishes his sentence, curling her hand near her collarbone. They both blinked at her, equally surprised but her gaze shifted away as if this was a normal response. “I’m a psychologist, not a neurologist. But I can give you some information on the disorder.”

“Really?” He lights up a little bit. He didn’t think he’d be seeing professional help so soon but here was someone that could lend him a hand, even if all they can do is help him understand his condition better. Maybe he can do something about this after all. “Is there anything I can do? Can I get my memories back? Can I…go back to normal?” She looks down at her feet for a moment before staring back at him. Even though all she did was shift her eyebrows closer to her eyes, Kokoro looked much more stern than before.

“Let me clear something up first: amnesia is nothing like it’s shown in movies or TV shows.” Kokoro almost sounded miffed at the thought alone. “Amnesia means losing your memories, however it’s usually only with facts, information and experiences. And memories you do lose are usually ones that were formed more recently. It doesn’t affect your intelligence, general knowledge, awareness or your attention span. And you shouldn’t lose your entire identity, personality, or judgment.”

“But…I don’t even…” He starts but Kokoro raises her hand up. A silent ‘I’m not finished.’ He shuts his mouth.

“Yes, I am aware of what I said. But you…” She trails off, looking down at the ground for a brief moment before staring at him with such intensity that he felt shivers down his spine. “What are you? Your words, your emotions…Your loss of identity is genuine, even though it should be impossible. Perhaps a new type of amnesia or…”

“Um, Ms. Mitsume. Perhaps we should stay on topic?” Mikado asked awkwardly, looking somewhat uncomfortable himself. He looked like he was going to step between them if she took another step closer. Kokoro’s eyes widened briefly before putting some distance between them.

“...Sorry. I got carried away.” Kokoro clears her throat. “I’ve only dealt with amnesia patients twice but while they had to adapt to their issues, this is…something I’ve never encountered before. I don’t think there’s a neurologist who has. As for what you can do…” She frowns. “You can try enhancing your memory and getting support from a medical facility will help you cope. But I’m afraid amnesia can be…permanent. It’s possible you may not be able to recover your memories. At all.”

And just like that, any hope he may have kept to himself shattered like glass.

“…N-No…No way…” He stood there, feeling useless and helpless with nothing to do. It took all of his effort just to remain standing there, crushing the bag of chips he had taken for himself.

He didn’t feel hungry anymore.

“Are…you certain? There’s nothing that can be done?” Mikado asked, his mask softening his expression. Somehow, his concern still looked resigned.

“Like I said, it could be permanent. But your memories could come back to you on their own. However, I wouldn’t recommend getting your hopes up. The last time I talked to my amnesiac patients, they never recovered their lost memories and depending on what had happened to your brain, you may be in a similar position to them. Though your condition is much more…extreme.” Kokoro said, tapping away on her tablet. “I will try and help you cope with your loss of an identity, but it may be difficult due to the lack of internet connection on this island.”

“…mm.” That was all he could say in response. What could he say? He didn’t know his name, his family or his friends, his home, or even his Ultimate talent. And the likelihood of him recovering his memories were apparently next to none. Even Yuki’s comfort from earlier felt worthless now.

“Is, uh, something the matter over here?” A voice called out to them and he reluctantly looked over. Looking across at them from another aisle was a muscular guy that wasn't wearing a shirt and had a black jacket worn over his shoulders. He wore his blonde hair in a low ponytail in a similar way he was wearing, although it was far neater and smaller than his own. Sunglasses blocked the view of his eyes, and he wore boxer shorts with what looked like a boxing belt, bandages wrapped around his hands and wrists, and boots.

“Something like that.” Mikado answered for him. “Our classmate has amnesia and, well, we just found that there is no cure for it.”

“Oh, damn. Not even a name?” The guy asked and he walked over to them. He couldn’t bring himself to look him in the eye to confirm it. The guy scratches his head. “Wow, uh…I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s…” Mikado trails off. Despite not moving his head, he could feel his gaze on him from the mask. “Well, it’s not necessarily fine but…I suppose we’re just at a loss of what to do.”

“I’m afraid what we need to do now is continue investigating this island.” Kokoro buds in, frowning at her tablet. “We don’t have any hints of who’s behind this or what they want from us.”

“Yeah, I know. All of our belongings were taken away too.” The guy crossed his arms and he felt like he wanted to crawl in a cave and never come out. As if this situation couldn’t get any worse, it’s possible that the reason why his bag is empty is because whoever was behind this took away all of his stuff. They even left him on the beach like they didn’t care what kind of circumstance he’s currently going through. The guy stared at him before giving him a comforting smile. “Well, since we’re classmates, I might as well introduce myself. I’m Hajime Makunouchi, Ultimate Boxer. Nice to meet ya.”

“Mikado Sannoji, Ultimate Wizard.” Mikado bows at him. He didn’t give a response until the wizard nudged him with his elbow.

“Uh, yeah…hi.” He said a bit dumbly. Hajime’s eyebrows curl a little and it was then that he started to feel bad. He looks away in shame. “Sorry, this is…a lot to take in.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it.” Hajime’s strong voice was a lot kinder than he was expecting. He even handed him an energy drink. “I don’t know what I can do to help, but you should at least take care of yourself. Your health is still important. They say that a good memory is tied with how good you take care of yourself.” He stared at the energy drink, feeling numb and tired. But he took it from Hajime anyway and muttered a thanks.

“So, any thoughts on our situation, Mr. Makunouchi?” Mikado asked, which only prompted Hajime to rub the back of his head with a relaxed smile.

“Well, can’t say I do, no. But relax, I doubt anything bad is gonna happen. Speaking of relaxing, have you done any exercising today, Mikado?” Hajime looked Mikado up and down. The wizard blinked at him before wrapping his cape up close to himself.

“Well, no. But-” He gets cut off.

“What? A scrawny dude like you should care more about your health, y’know?” The boxer huffs. “You gotta focus on your health while you’re young! You look like you haven’t worked out a day in your life!” Kokoro, who had been standing through this conversation for a while, seems to be tapping out of it and slowly fading away into the background to avoid grabbing any attention. Mikado, on the other hand, seemed a bit embarrassed with the way he clutched his cape.

“Who’s gone and made you my mom…?” Mikado muttered under his breath, but it seemed like Hajime heard him and managed to tilt his head enough to reveal his red eyes behind his sunglasses. The wizard somehow manages to pout as he slumps over and he couldn’t help but grin at the sight. Feeling his mood lift just a little bit, he unscrews the cap of the energy drink and takes a sip-

-only to choke at the bland flavor.

“Augh, this tastes awful!” He spat out, staring at the energy drink with dismay. Hajime, having adjusted his sunglasses back over his eyes, turned his head towards him with a shocked expression.

“Hey! Nothin’ is more important than caring about your health. Like hell I’m gonna drink the sugary stuff, it’s way too much!” Hajime said, pointing at him with the kind of energy of someone who’s passionate about their hobby or job. It did nothing but make him cringe at the drink in his hand.

“Yeah, uh…I think I’m gonna pass on this. Maybe someone else will like it, sorry.” He starts taking his bag off and puts the drink in one of its pockets. Hajime huffs as he crosses his arms and Mikado chuckles.

“Well, you certainly seem energized now! Haha.” The wizard teased, the mask almost looking like it was laughing as he tried to cover up his mouth with his hand. It was at this point that Hajime decided he had enough and turned around with a sigh.

“Whatever. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me at any time.” He then walked away, disappearing behind another aisle. Kokoro also seemed to have disappeared at that point as well, leaving the duo on their own once more.

“Feeling a little better?” Mikado turns towards him and he returns his stare. He pauses, taking his time to think before slumping his shoulders.

“To be honest, I don’t know. I just…” He stared at the spot where Kokoro used to be. “I lost so much in just under an hour and I don’t even know how it happened. And finding out I might never remember myself? That’s…that scares me.” He gripped his jacket, near where his heart was. The anxiety was back again, and this time there were no comforting words that could help him calm down.

He feels a hand on his shoulder and he looks at Mikado. He seemed concerned, but he was also smiling at him like he was trying to comfort him.

“It’ll be okay. Regardless of what happens, these classmates of ours clearly care about your lack of memories. Not many people would put in the effort to care about a stranger, trust me.” Mikado said. He pats his shoulder one more time before dropping his hand. “If anything else, your classmates and I will give you a space to feel comfortable here for as long as you need it.”

“...Thank you, Mikado.” He replied, and he found himself pretty earnest with the way he spoke too. He still felt anxious, but he felt more motivated to keep going. Especially since, well, Mikado was right. He has been his guide since he first woke up on the beach. Yuki, while he didn’t feel safe around him, was polite to him, if a bit awkward. The other guy…was just rude in general, but Kokoro was helpful in understanding his condition even when the reality of amnesia was a cruel one. And Hajime showed concern to the point that he stepped in and asked what was wrong, even offering to help in any way he could. Most of the people he’s met have been understanding of his condition and seemed to want to help in any way they can. His memories are still lost but maybe there was still some hope in living a normal life. Hell, even if his memories are gone, he could probably still find the life he used to live and try to integrate himself into it once more.

There was still a pit of emptiness that felt heavy in his chest. But maybe this new life with his classmates wouldn’t be so bad.

#SDRA2 #Super Danganronpa Another 2 #Protag Teruya AU #Teruya Otori #Mikado Sannoji #Kokoro Mitsume #Hajime Makunouchi #Sannotori but Teruya has yet to reciprocate #SDRA2 Spoilers #Terukado but Teruya has yet to reciprocate

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“Finley Meier happens to be lacking in common sense,” Mr. Fischer added to Cassian with a chuckle while Finley pouted. “Now, for payment.”

“Right.” Cassian quickly paid Mr. Fischer, pausing. “Um, I’m sorry for asking, but do you have any hair ribbons? Mine are getting a little worn.”

“Of course my lad. Come this way. Fin, don’t go picking that fencing up until you’re preparing to leave. I’ll give you some gloves to borrow so you don’t cut up your hands.”

“Yes sir,” Finley continued to pout, but he trailed behind the storekeeper and Cassian to what could be called, for lack of a better word, the woman’s section of the store. That’s how Cassian thought of it at least, walking by bolts of fabric to a shelf full of products he’d seen his sisters use. It was almost like he was back in Bristol, the flowery smells and giggling behind him making him feel a little more comforted. How many times had he been sent out with a pocketful of change to purchase lotions and perfumes?

“Hair ribbons here. Just put your payment on the counter when you’re done Cas.” Mr. Fischer dropped a heavy hand on Cassian’s shoulder before walking off to check in with the giggling girls a few feet away.

“So, hair ribbons?” Finley dropped his chin comfortably on Cassian’s shoulder — at least until the latter jumped nearly out of his skin, dropping the ribbons he’d picked up. Then, Finley could only dance away to rub on his jaw. “Ow, fuck.”

“Why did you do that? I thought you were still at the counter.” Cassian’s voice remained low and flat, but he was flushing hard as he bent to clean up. Fuck whatever he’d picked up. He’d just wear them. He sped walked to the counter to toss a few coins in place and right out the door for fresh air.

He only stopped when he was by the bridge, winded, realizing he’d started running at some point. He looked at the ribbons crushed in his hands, frowning at the pastel yellow thing that’d snuck in with his usual plain brown and black.

He was shoving the ribbons in his pocket when Finley caught up, bare handed and clutching the fencing against his chest. “Cassian! Wait up.”

“I have been waiting,” Cassian pointed out, frowning at his bare hands. “Where are the gloves?”

“Mr. Fischer was still helping Molly, so I just grabbed and followed.” Finley stopped, huffing and puffing as he set the fence down. “You’re really fast.”

“Had to be,” Cassian said, catching the fence when it started rolling away and unraveling. He nearly immediately let go at the sensation of oil on the wire, quickly scrubbing his hands clean on his pants. “He should’ve given us something to keep it closed. He knows how far of a walk we have.”

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Chapter Two

Jaxon stayed up all night that night working on the paper for his psychology class. As much as he tried to focus, he couldn’t get the journal out of his head. It was sitting right there on his desk and he kept stealing glances at it. Who did it belong to? How old was it? Had it been used? A million questions raced through his mind, distracting him from his work. He knew he needed to finish this assignment, and he cursed himself for not finishing it sooner. It was given to him a week ago and he had been putting it off in favor of hanging out with Ember, but he regretted that now. He didn’t regret the time he spent with xem, just that he put off his assignment. He sighed.

“I’ve been working on this for hours,” he muttered to himself, looking at the clock. It was one in the morning. “I guess I can take a break for a few minutes.” Before he could stop himself, he reached over and grabbed the book, half expecting to be drowned in a wave of emotions like before. But there was nothing. Nothing extraordinary, nothing special. He carefully opened the journal and looked at the first page. The name ‘Sam’ was written. He turned to the next page. There was a journal entry there. Before he could start reading it, however, the timer on his phone went off. He groaned. It was time to get back to work. He was only about halfway finished with his paper. Jax yawned and rubbed his eyes. It was going to be a long night.

By the time he finished his paper, it was four o’clock in the morning. His class started at eight, and breakfast was at six-thirty. He trudged over to his bed and layed down, quickly falling asleep.

His alarm clock woke him up two hours later, at six. He rolled over and turned it off, reluctantly getting out of bed. He needed to meet Ember downstairs for breakfast. After getting dressed and putting his things into his bag, he left the room for breakfast.

After he had breakfast with Ember, Jaxon made his way to his first period class—psychology. When he entered the class, the professor noticed the dark circles under his eyes.

“Late night, Mr. Lewis?” Mr. James asked.

“Just working on this paper,” Jax replied shortly as he handed in his paper. He hadn’t meant to sound rude, it just came out that way. “I’m sorry, Professor, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.” His professor only chuckled and smiled.

“No worries. You’re tired, I understand,” he said kindly. Jax went to his seat, feeling grateful that his teacher was so understanding. He really got lucky. He took out his laptop and opened up his notes document as class started.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe it was the journal, but Jaxon had a hard time focusing during class. His mind constantly wandered. By the time class was over, he had barely written anything. As he was leaving, Mr. James pulled him aside.

“Are you okay? I noticed you were distracted during my lecture. That’s not like you. Is something going on?”

“I lost a bet with Ember and I had to spend time in the old asylum. I guess it just got to me,” he admitted. Mr. James’s face hardened.

“I wouldn’t be involving myself with that place. It has a way of changing people. If I were you, I wouldn’t go back.” Jax nodded.

“Yes sir.” He left the class, his professor’s words echoing in his mind.

He went through a few more classes before he made it to lunch. Throughout those classes, his mind continued to wander back to the asylum. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about the journal. What about it made it so interesting? It was just a book, no different from any other. So why couldn’t he stop thinking about it? So far, his day had not been very productive. He would definitely need to go back and watch the video lectures for his classes today. Maybe things would improve after lunch. His best friend had a way of making things better. He smiled when he thought about xem.

When the bell rang to end his last class of the morning, Jaxon raced to the dining hall, eager to see Ember. By the time he got to their table, xe were already sitting there, eating xyr food. Jax was panting, having ran all the way there.

“Looks like someone’s eager,” Ember commented with a smirk. Jax rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’ve been having an off day, I was hoping you could make it better,” he muttered shyly. Xyr smirk softened into a smile.

“Of course I can. Go get your food and we can talk.” He nodded.

Since he had gotten there early, the lines weren’t as long. He managed to get his food and go back to the table in a timely manner. When he sat down, his friend looked at him expectantly.

“What’s been going on?”

“I’ve had trouble concentrating in my classes. My mind keeps wandering and I can’t get myself to focus.”

“Well, I see you have some dark circles under your eyes, why is that?”

“I stayed up late to finish the psych paper.” That wasn’t a lie, technically. He had been working on the paper, but he also spent a lot of time looking through the journal. Ember frowned.

“And what else were you doing?” Xe could tell when something was up, xe could read him like a book. It was a pain sometimes. He sighed.

“Nothing else.” Xe raised xyr eyebrows. “It’s about the asylum, isn’t it?” Jaxon looked at them, frowning slightly.

“No, it isn’t.”

“It totally is.”

“Can we please just drop it, Em? I don’t feel like talking about it right now,” he asked. Ember shrugged.

“I guess. If you ever need anything, I’m always here.” He smiled.

“Thanks, Em.”

#dino writes #immortal dino

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let-me-luve-you · 2 years

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Lost a Soldier

Tom Holland x Military!Twin Sister!Reader

Summary: Tom has a bad feeling all day and when he gets the news, that feeling makes sense. He doesn't have the best reaction to it and Nikki is the only one who can calm him down.

Warnings: Death, military, cuss words, grief, angst (seriously there is no fluff at all in this fic), description of death, mention of blood (I think just once)

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: I did not proofread this. If I missed any warnings, please let me know! Requests are still closed. I'm slowly working through what is in my inbox now.

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Tom woke randomly in the middle of the night to a pain in his chest. It was so bad it almost knocked the breath out of him. But as quick as it came, it was quickly gone, but left behind was this heavy feeling. He just had a feeling that something bad was going to happen today and he wasn’t sure what it would be.

As Tom went on with his day, the feeling grew stronger. He hated that he was feeling like this when he had so many good things happening around him. His and Harry’s script had been picked up by a production company and they were going to start pre-production soon. Sam had called and told him he got a promotion. Paddy landed a starring role in a tv show. He just didn’t get why he couldn’t shake the bad feeling.

As the Holland clan sat down for dinner, perfectly made by Sam and Nikki, a knock was heard at the front door. That heavy feeling in Tom’s chest intensified as he stood up and walked to the answer the door. Through the small window beside the door, Tom saw the two black SUVs and one cop car. His heart sank and tears gathered in his eyes and he knew why he had that bad feeling.

Taking a deep breath, Tom reached for the door handle. He slowly opened it to see the grim look on the four people in front of him.

“H-how can I help you?” Tom asked.

One of the guys in the uniform stepped forward, “Are you from the family of Y/N Holland?”

“Yes sir. She is my twin sister. Is everything okay?” He asked, holding onto the door for dear life.

“Can we come in and talk?” The chaplain asked. Tom nodded and led them into the living room.

“Um. Let me go- Let me go grab my parents real quick.” Tom left the room to grab his parents from the kitchen. His parents looked at Tom’s pale face and immediately knew something was wrong.

“Are you okay honey? Who was at the door?” Nikki asked standing up to check up on her oldest son.

“There's some people here. It’s about Y/N…I uh- I don’t think it’s good news.” Tom said looking at his mom and then at his dad. Dom was up in a heartbeat following Nikki to the living room. All four sons not far behind.

“Hi. I’m Nikki and this is my husband Dom.” Nikki said introducing herself.

“Hello. I’m Officer Morrow and this is Chaplain Hudson. That is Mr. Rhodes, he is a medic. That over there is Officer Leeds. She is an officer on her way to becoming a detective. Would you like to take a seat?” Officer Morrow asked. Nikki and Dom sat down on the couch. The four sons stayed standing on the side of the room. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but earlier this morning around 3:20 am, Y/N was involved in an accident. She was pronounced when they got her back to base. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“What?” Nikki asked in a whisper. “No, I just talked with her yesterday afternoon. No.” She frantically looked at Dom and saw Dom’s pale face with tears building in his eyes. Dom looked back at her and quickly pulled her into a hug. “NO!” She yelled as she bawled into her husband’s chest.

Harry, Sam, and Paddy started to silently cry. Sam’s legs gave out and he leaned against the wall as he thought of his older sister.

“You’re lying,” Tom said matter of fact. “There’s no way. She’s fine. She’s not dead.” The four visitors looked at the young man with sympathy.

“I’m sorry. She is. They did everything they could to bring her back.” Officer Morrow said. Tom scoffed. Dom said a quick "I’ll be right back" as he led Nikki into their bedroom to have a private moment.

“If she was actually dead, how’d she die? Huh?” Tom said getting more aggressive as he took a step toward Officer Morrow.

“You don’t want to know, son. Trust me.” He said knowing that all family members reacted differently. He wasn’t taking any of this personally.

“She was my twin sister. She was my best friend. I need to know.” Tom said. Officer Leeds took a step forward to make sure nothing escalated too much.

“Son, ple-,” Officer Morrow was cut off.

“My name is Tom.” He was just getting angrier and angrier the more that he wasn’t told anything. He had the feeling all day so he knew it was true, but it didn’t stop the denial.

“Tom. Please. You don’t want to know.” Officer Morrow was almost begging to not have to tell him how his sister died.

“Tell. Me. Now.” Tom said in a low voice. “I’m going to find out anyway if she is actually dead, so why prolong me finding out. Tell me.”

“She was a part of a team of four other people. It was a setup. They took heavy fire and she was struck in the chest. She lost too much blood before we could get there to help her.” Officer Morrow said with dread.

It all clicked for Tom. When he woke up it was around 3:30 am. He felt what his sister felt. He felt the moment she died. Tom couldn’t comprehend his sister being lost so he stormed toward the kitchen. Tom didn’t hear his parents come back into the room, he didn’t see his brothers cornered together on the floor trying to comfort each other. All he saw was red. As he came to the door frame, Tom screamed in frustration and punched a hole in the wall. Harry immediately stood to go comfort his brother but Sam pulled him back down knowing Tom needed time to himself.

Officer Leeds took steps towards the kitchen in case she needed to step in and stop him from harming himself or any of his family members.

“Did she suffer?” Paddy asked. Dom and Nikki didn’t hear how she died, but they wondered the same.

“We don’t believe so.” Chaplain Hudson spoke up. Nikki sighed a breath of relief. She didn’t know if she would ever recover from this bad news, but she knew that if her baby girl suffered before passing, she would never recover. “We are extremely sorry for your loss. When you are ready, we can discuss plans on how to proceed. I know now is not the time, but know that you are not alone through this.”

Before Dom could speak up, All nine eyes widened and turned towards the kitchen as they heard crashing and screaming. Officer Leeds walked into the kitchen followed by Nikki and Dom and then everyone else watched from the doorway. They saw Tom had flipped the table and thrown two chairs across the room and was working on the third.

“Sir, please put the chair down.” Officer Leeds said moving towards the heartbroken young man.

“Stay the fuck away from me,” Tom yelled as he threw the chair in her direction but purposely missed.

“Sir, if you don’t calm down, I’m going to have to cuff you.” She said as Tom picked up some of the pots and pans that were on the counter. She quickly wrapped her arms around Tom’s upper half to stop him from doing more damage and yelled, “I need help here.”

“Stop. Let me go.” Tom said as he thrashed in her arms and finally broke free. He took a step to leave the room and everyone moved out of his way. Stopping in the living room, Tom paced while pulling at his hair. He once again took his anger out on his parents' furniture and flipped his dad’s favorite chair.

“Tom,” Nikki said softly, grabbing his attention. “Come here.”

“No. She was fine. I was supposed to call her tomorrow to tell her about our new movie. I was- she was supposed to be here when we filmed it.” Tom said, the anger slowly leaving his body as he vented to his mom. “And she was supposed to be my best man at my wedding and I was going to be her maid of honor. And, and, and she- she told me she was going to retire. This was her last tour. She was going to be done. She was supposed to be done.”

“I know, baby. I know.” Nikki didn’t know what to say to him. Right now, all she could do was be there for him. She slowly walked up to him and wrapped him in a hug and that is when Tom lost all his fight. All the pain he was feeling over losing his twin was coming out as he cried into his mom’s chest, just like he did when he was younger. “We’re going to be okay. I’m so sorry Tom. So sorry.” She whispered as she kissed his head and cried with him.

Tom’s legs gave out and he fell to the ground, taking Nikki with him. Dom ran to check and see if she was okay and she just gave him a look to say she was fine. She continued to rock her son as he continued to cry.

Dom walked the four visitors out promising them to call them in a day or two to make arrangements. Sam and Harry started cleaning up the mess Tom made in the kitchen. Neither complained as they knew they would probably react the same if they lost their twin. Paddy sat down on the couch and was shortly joined by Dom as they tried to comfort each other.

Tom finally cried himself to sleep on his mom’s chest. She just held him close and ran her fingers through his hair as she continued to rock him.

“We’ll be okay. Y/N is watching over us now.” She whispered loud enough so Dom and Paddy heard, but quiet enough that Tom didn’t wake. Nikki knew her family would never feel whole again, but they would work through their grief and get through it together with their guardian angel.

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Congratulations! You waited so patiently <3 This is another Asra x fem!reader for you. NSFW. 5218 words.

Playing With Potions

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The late spring morning air was warming up to be a balmy 75 degrees. You had your skirt pulled down and up, tucked in the back of the waistband, forming makeshift shorts. The shop was somewhat quiet, yet the din from the streets made its nimble way through the open windows.

You descend the ladder to the box of ingredients you were unpacking. They had come in the previous evening and Asra had promptly asked you to “organize them later”. Of course you said yes, the two of you shared this shop after all, and the work that came with it.

Asra himself was bustling behind the counter, sweeping the wooden floors free of the dust and fallen ingredients. He stops momentarily to pick up his cup of tea and take a long sip. The jasmine tea's steam billows into his face as he sighs with content pleasure.

The floorboards creak as you step down and Asra looks over at you, gaze soft. "How's the supplies look, dear?" He asks curiously, returning the cup to it’s coaster.

"Ah," you muse, counting the small containers in your hands. "Looks like we will be all set on lizard toes for a while, I think our supply captain read 1000 instead of 100." You can't help but chuckle, it couldn't be helped, at least you wouldn’t have to order more for a while.

Asra's eyes open a little wider, "oh my." He laughs, "I suppose we won’t". He sets his broom to rest against the counter and bare feet pad over to you, his deep-purple eyes examining the products.

You feel his hand settle on your waist subconsciously; a side effect of being close to one another. You breathe in lightly, smelling the sweet scent of coconut and honied biscuits wash over you. Asra's breakfast choice was apparent.

"Mm," you say, turning so the two of you were face to face. "You smell delicious."

Asra smiles, box in his hand now a little less important. "Care for a taste?" He teases, eyes falling to your parted lips. He sets his lizard toes aside and joins his other hand at your waist. You look up at him through your eyelashes and nod.

He is a mere millimeter from sealing the gap between you when the bell of the shop jingles merrily.

"Ah jeez," you huff good in good nature. "I forgot we have jobs and responsibilities."

Asra laughs at your obvious disappointment and steals a small peck. "Unfortunately, we have to eat somehow." He then turns away and walks back to the counter to greet the customer.

The man is short and has a little round face. He looks extraordinarily nervous, and this catches your attention. Yours and Asra's shop is well known in the city and the townsfolk trust their magicians. You hadn't seen anyone come in here looking so nervous, and maybe even a little embarrassed.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Asra asks charmingly, resuming his position behind the counter. Briefly you let yourself admire how nice he looks, comfortable in his shop and expertise, before turning back to the box you were supposed to be dealing with. Not, however, letting your ears miss the conversation.

"I," the man starts, already fumbling with his words. "I, well look. I need help." He finishes plainly, nervously clutching his shirt between his pudgy hands.

Asra smiles kindly, "many do." He says, tilting his head and examining his new client. "Are you here for a card reading? Need to get some answers?"

The man groans as though he is already exhausted with the conversation. "No, I already know what I need. I have the answers. I've heard about this place. The ways you can help people. I live an hour out of the market and I made this trip just to see you."

"We're flattered, for sure." Asra says calmly, you can hear slight annoyance in his tone from all the ambiguity. The visitor is none the wiser though. "To help you though," Asra continues. "I'll need to know what you need."

"Alright I need a potion," the man finally reveals. "One that will help me... with performance." His cheeks are redder than a bell pepper in the sun.

Asra raises a white eyebrow, "performance? Are you an actor?"

"No!" The man's voice came out in a strangled whisper, obviously trying to keep it down. You roll your eyes, chancing a glance over your shoulder. The shop floor wasn't that big, of course you were going to hear everything.

"No," he said again, this time a little more composed. "What I mean is... my sex life performance." The truth comes out. Your visitor wipes his forehead with a dirty rag from his pocket. "My wife and I well.. we've hit a slump," he explains. "And I've heard of potions that can help with that kind of thing. Stuff that will completely change the game." His eyes are shining now, imaging life post-performance potion.

Asra looks uncertain at best. "I see," he starts, shooting you a glance. "That.. does exists. But it takes awhile to make. And the price isn't cheap either."

You shove the last of the crow feathers into their designated drawer while listening. You have never heard of such a potion, but you were also still learning. Asra sounds a little unsure though.

"Price isn't an issue," the man sounds desperate. "I'll pay anything."

Asra sighs, he feels bad for the man wringing his hands before him, practically crying for a cure. "Alright," he finally concedes. "I'll make it, but you'll have to come back in the morning. This kind of thing takes all evening to brew."

Your customer nods vigorously, "I can wait." He says. "Tomorrow morning, yes! I'll be here!" His excitement apparent, he bows a few times while backing out of the door, tripping over his own feet.

The door closes with a sharp bang and the bell rings furiously. Asra blows air out of his mouth so that itf ruffles the curls between his eyes.

"Well," he says after a moment. "A sex performance enhancing potion was not what I was expecting to make today." He rubs his temples, eyes closed and looking thoughtful.

You grin at him from the shelf as you pick up the empty shipping box and rest it on your hip. "That's quite the name, I've never heard of a potion like that."

Asra laughs and opens his beautiful eyes to look at you. "Yes, you'll have to forgive me for not teaching you that kind of magic, it's not the.. safest." He ends uncertainly. "I don't even know how this guy found out about it. It's not talked about much amongst us magicians.. and it's certainly not a common one."

Immediately more questions than your mouth can keep up with flood your brain. "So how did you find out about it? And why isn't it safe?" You ask the two more important ones, eyes following Asra as he finds a piece of paper and quill to use.

He dips his quill in the register's ink well and starts scratching down what you presumed to be ingredients. "I've been studying magic for years, my love." He says simply, "and before you ask, no I haven't used it on myself." He looks up at you, mischief dancing in his pretty eyes. "I'd like to think my sex game is up to par." He adds innocently, licking his lips seductively when your ears tinge pink.

You brush imaginary dirt off your shirt sleeves and huff. "I suppose it's pretty good." You mumble. It almost feels like a lie to just describe it as "pretty good" but Asra doesn't need you to stroke his ego right now. You do that enough falling to pieces beneath him every night.

Asra is well aware of your attempt to keep him humble and laughs lightly. "And to answer your other question," he says, turning back to his ingredient list, "messing with ones body like this can be dangerous. You have to be very precise."

You nod as he explains, it makes sense.

Potions are always brewed in pots over a magic fire so you put yourself to work, removing a medium sized iron pot from a hook on the wall and carrying it to a fire stand. Asra is busy himself, opening various drawers and adding seemingly random ingredients to a basket he has looped over his arm. Iris petals, newt eyeball, and some shimmering gold flakes. You smile watching him, your gorgeous magician; smart and able.

In no time at all Asra has a bubbling pot of sweet smelling liquid stirring before him. You stand beside him, observing curiously.

"Why are you wearing gloves?" You ask, taking note of the large leather gloves that clad all the way up your lover's forearm.

Asra continues to stir and looks over at you, happy to hear your eagerness to learn. "I can't risk even a drop of this touching my skin. It's so strong, and will immediately absorb into anyone's skin, leaving them..." He shakes his head and trails off, amused. "That's why it has to brew so long, to burn off some of the potency."

Your mouth opens in amazement, taken aback by the idea. This is the real deal you decide, stepping back a couple inches in precaution. After watching the potion bubble for a couple more minutes you stretch and grab the watering can sitting by the floor of the door.

"I'm going to water the plants," you inform Asra, waving your hand briefly until the can is full of cool, crisp water. Gods knows there are at least three dozen inside and outside of the shop.

Asra is humming in confirmation that he heard you as you open the shop door to the plants hanging outside. You don't get very far before you're blindsided by a streak of purple darting through your legs.

Escape!

"Faust?!" You yelp, dancing around the squirming snake as she winds her way under and into the open shop. A loud, booming bark makes you jump again. This time a large hound dog is rounding the tight corner from the side street and barreling full speed towards you.

All hell breaks loose. The water can is up in the air, crashing wildly into the side of the building. You are thrown back onto the dusty floor and a mass of fur and teeth race past you, paying no mind to your yelling.

Help!

Faust is racing around the floor, narrowly avoiding the jaws of the angry dog she seemed to have aggravated. There's a large crash from inside and you cringe, hearing bottles break and wood crunch. You look back, scared at what you might find.

The shop is a disaster, papers strewn, vials broken, and potion pot toppled. Asra is groaning on the floor, obviously doing no better than the rest. You glance at him worriedly, taking quick notice of the potion he had been making spilled everywhere, even on him.

You snap your fingers and the dog's growl, who was cornering Faust by the bookshelf, turns into a whimper as you lift him up with your magic. "I'm sorry pooch," you sigh, "but we can't have you eating our friend." With a wave of your wrist the hound is out the door and down the street in an instant. The hinges creak and bell rings as the door is once again closed to outside.

Thank you!

Faust wriggles happily, red eyes glowing in relief. You guess she got up to some trouble with the local fauna. She slithers up the stairs quickly, leaving you to look around at the ruined shop.

"Ah, fuck," Asra's words cut through your thoughts like a knife. He's laying flat on the floor, chest heaving as though he just ran a marathon. Sweat glistens on his tan skin, covering him from head to toe.

You step over the broken bottles and kneel at his side. "My love?" You ask, unsure of what to do. It was obvious what had happened, it didn't take an expert. The potion that was supposed to be for your customer was now soaked into Asra's glowing skin.

Asra opens his eyes and you swallow hard. You know that look, and it nearly makes you start trembling where you sit. Lust is prevalent, clouding Asra's eyes until they're a dark amethyst color.

"You-" you start to speak but are cut off by Asra sitting up abruptly. His face is close to yours and his breath washes over your lips, hot and wanton. He looks positively desperate, just the sight of you sitting before him doing wonders.

"Please," Asra's voice comes out low and husky, he watches your chest rise and fall quickly as a result. "Can I please have you, right now."

You could almost call him asking like that soft and innocent, if it wasn't for the raw, hungry look he was giving you. His eyes were traveling everywhere across your body, leaving an invisible line that you could almost feel burning into your skin. Your lips parted and you let out a soft gasp, the power that kind of look had over you was astonishing. You shifted your legs under you subtly, feeling the result of the hot atmosphere low in your stomach.

"Tsk, tsk," you had to tease for a moment. "Closing the shop at midday for some fucking?" You reach up and cup Asra's cheek, feigning uncertainty. His skin on your fingertips burns white hot and you have to hide your amazement.

Asra's eyes narrow, he knew you too well. With a quick flick of his wrist you hear the deadbolt on the door slide into place. It's only a second later and both of his hands have found a place on either side of your hips.

"Why do you torment me?" he asks, pulling you close so your legs straddle him. "Can't you see I'm getting enough of that from this damn mistake of a potion?" His words are almost shaky, as though he can barely speak anymore. He presses his hips up to meet yours, and a soft sigh escapes his lips as he finally gets a little friction.

You dig your nails into his shoulders and gasp, the feeling of Asra so obviously in need is enough to make anyone go wild.

You can't resist grinding down lightly and Asra's eyes practically roll back at the sensation. "How can I say no to such a pretty face," you whisper, completely in love with his reaction.

That was enough for Asra and without added words he gathers you up in his strong arms and lifts you both. Your head falls back pleasurably when his lips find your neck. It only takes a few quick steps on his part to bring the two of you into the plush back room.

The purple cushions lining the cozy futon sink in gently as your back hits the mattress. The room has a slight pleasing haze as sandalwood incense burns at the table. The smell washes over your senses and a new wave of sensuality comes over the room.

Asra's hands hold you firmly as his lips continue to press lovingly into your skin. He hovers over you, one leg pressed between your legs, causing your hips to involuntarily move along his thigh.

"I need you out of these clothes," Asra groans, lips being stopped at your chest where your shirt has suddenly become a hindrance. He's already tugging at the hem, untucking the loose fabric from your waistband. You raise yourself to your elbows and help him pull the shirt over your head. At once it is thrown over Asra's shoulder and his eyes are set on your bare skin, drinking in the sight of his lover.

You smile at his admiration and lay back again, stretching your arms above your head and arching your back. You feel his hands on your stomach, traveling up to rest on your breasts. Your skin prickles with desire, flesh lighting on fire from his ministrations.

"How did I get so lucky," he breathes out, looking down at you with a look filled with love and passion. He rests the tips of his fingers on your nipples and swirls them lightly, leaving you to twist in torturous pleasure beneath his touch. "Everything about you is beautiful." Asra continues to flatter, lowering his head so his curls tickle your stomach. He licks a long line from the dip of your hip up to the valley between your breasts.

After a few moments of tasting your supple skin he moves his hands to the top of your skirt and tugs. You lift your hips in compliance and the fabric slides down your legs easily. Asra licks his lips as your body is finally fully presented to him.

"I could feast on you," he announces, voice lowered with need. "And I wouldn't go hungry in a lifetime." These words he whispers into your inner thigh, they tickle your skin softly.

You watch with bated breath as the man before you adores his lover. It's hard to keep your moans controlled as you feel his sinfully good tongue lick you in a way that can only be described as ecstasy.

Asra shifts into a more comfortable position, lying on his stomach and he brings your legs to lay comfortably over his shoulders. You shudder as you feel his hot breath flutter over your dripping slit. He doesn't waste anymore time and lowers his face to enjoy you.

Your thighs squeeze his head lightly as your body arches in response. Asra is devouring you as though you were a feast and it was the only meal he is to have in a lifetime. He grips your legs tightly to keep you from moving and covers your slit with his mouth, sucking for a moment on the tight nub at the top. He groans happily into your skin before moving down to lick your hole.

"Oh please, yes," you run your trembling hand through his hair and raise your hips up to meet his greedy mouth. He laps short, quick strokes first, stimulating you into madness.

After a moment he slows his tongue down to swirl languidly, looking up at you. You make eye contact and groan at the erotic scene of him eating you out. "That mouth of yours is too skilled for its own good," you whisper, fingers digging into his scalp, trying desperately to savor every swipe of his tongue.

Asra smiles against your folds. "I live to make you feel good, my dear." He says, pausing a moment. "You intoxicate me. Your smell, your taste. I couldn't get enough even if I had all the time in the world." He presses his lips on each one of your thighs with hot, open mouth kisses.

You blush at his words, feeling amazing under his praise. "Come here," you command softly, pulling on Asra's hair lightly to guide him back up your body. He kisses every inch of skin he passes before finally reaching your lips.

"Mm," he hums, taking your face in his hands. "But these lips, are like the finest honey in Vesuvia." He lifts your head so your mouths meet. It's a hot and feverish kiss, full of staggering amounts of love.

You press your body into his and relish in the feeling of kissing Asra. Your mouths are opened to one another and your tongues meet in fiery unison. While you enjoy the kiss you allow your hands to roam. Your fingers find his shirt buttons and you start to undo them as best you can, only a little distracted. It takes just a minute and you sigh happily into his mouth when you finally remove the annoying clothing.

You part a moment to admire the divinity of his body; prostrated before you. He was calling himself the lucky one, but you could probably make a pretty good argument for it being the other way around. He looked absolutely glorious in the hazy glow of the room.

As you reach for the waistband of his pants and rest your fingers playfully on the skin above it Asra breaks out in goosebumps at the fluttering feel of your touch.

"Ah," he breaths out, raising himself to his knees and closing his eyes. Clearly, he's enjoying the attention finally being on him.

"You are the one with the potion affecting them." You say, drawing a line from one hip to another. "It'd almost be criminal to ignore you for any longer." Your eyes fall to the bulge straining under Asra's pants, just begging to be free. A smile plays across your lips as his breaths quickens significantly.

"I.. wouldn't complain." He finally manages to say in a strained tone.

You smile, maybe a little too satisfied, and hook your fingers under the band. "I know." You chuckle, pulling. The trousers catch a moment on Asra's hardened length before slipping down to his knees. You take time to admire the sight before you, licking your lips. Asra is panting slightly, looking down at you lustfully as your eyes graze over him.

He grabs your head on either side and looks into your eyes. "Please," is all he can croak out.

You swallow thickly and you feel yourself dampen even more at his begging words. “I’d like nothing more" you say; need dripping heavily from your words. You lean forward and kiss the tip of his leaking slit lightly. Asra's body shivers with pleasure when your soft lips meet his aching shaft.

You take a breath before closing your mouth around his tip. Your cheeks hollow and you suck in deeply, enjoying the small sounds of pleasure emitting from Asra's lips. He groans even deeper as you finally swallow down his whole length, tip sliding down the back of your throat.

"Ah fuck, baby," he stutters through gritted teeth, fingers threading through your hair. He thrusts into your mouth without hesitation, reveling in the way you feel around him. The pace is fast and vicious, leaving no time for extra room for breathing.

You choke back your gasps and feel the involuntary tears prick at the corners or your eyes. Your hands fall to your sides as you let Asra use your mouth how he pleased. Licentious noises ring around the room as he sinks his member into your mouth relentlessly, moaning at each stroke and the salacious feelings that come over him.

His grip tightens in your hair as he pounds into your face. You open your mouth as widely as you can and take him in, ignoring the slight pain of labored breathing. The feeling of being used so mercilessly is intoxicating, and you close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure that overtakes you.

With a loud pop he pulls out of your drooling mouth, leaving you to be the one groaning in disappointment.

"I'm sorry love," he huffs dazedly, need heavy on his features. "But if I don't stop this now I'm cumming in your mouth."

"That doesn't sound so bad," you complain, sticking your tongue out so Asra can view how much you want it. His eyes darken considerably and he looks ready to break.

He takes a breath in sharply, steadying himself before holding your face gently in his hand. "As much as I want you fuck your face, that pussy of yours I know is dripping for me and I have to comply." He chuckles, running his thumb along your lip.

You whimper at his words, practically climaxing at the suggestion. You meet his eyes in a needy manner and nod. "Oh, Asra," you start, already seeing excitement flit across his face at the mention of his name. "I want you more than I can even describe to you."

To this Asra inhales sharply, thumb still hooked in your mouth. "Tell me how you want me," he says, barely able to contain his own desire.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," you begin, knowing exactly how to please his ears. "I'm going to cry and moan, and beg you for relief but you will know better." His eyes widen in ecstasy but you continue anyway. "I want you to give everything you can to me, without holding back."

Asra seems to snap right in front of you. His features immediately seem to plead for consolation. "You'll get what you ask for." He growls, fingers tightening in your mouth. You lick his thumb seductively and the action throws him over the edge.

Asra's hands fly to your waist and hold you firmly, you're flipped over; ass to the heavens greeting him. He swallows at the sight and digs both palms into the flesh, enjoying the feeling immensely. "So needy and ready for me," he groans, finger finding your entrance and slipping in easily. You gulp at the warmth of having fingers enter you. Asra is unrelenting and curls them cruelly against your walls.

"Just fuck me already!" You cry, unable to hide your desires anymore. You hear Asra laugh behind you, yet despite this you know he is dying to sink himself into you.

"Alright, alright." He concedes, taking your hips in his hands. "If you insist."

You feel his tip slide against your slit and shudder, craving the feeling of him inside you. It doesn't take more than a moment before you feel him start to enter you. You lay your head down, turning your face so you can watch Asra take you from behind.

His lips are parted in a silent moan as he relishes in the feeling of your walls around him. You sigh softly as he fully sheaths himself in you, a small tremor passing over your body from the pleasure. One moment, two moments pass as you both bask in the feeling of being connected.

"Give me your hands," he commands, slowly sliding in and out of you, giving no care to his agonizingly slow pace. Soft gasps are falling from your lips as you try to register his request.

Carefully, you cross your arms behind your back. It's no use to keep the blush at bay as you take in the dirty scene. Your face is pressed to the pillows, unable to move much as Asra takes your wrists and pins them to your back. Your ass is raised in the air to meet his rhythmic thrusting.

Asra grips one of your thighs with a free hand and quickens the pace a little. Your eyes shut tightly as your body responds. You can feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each snap of his hips. It's unrelenting and you have to catch yourself from begging for more.

You feel the fingers around your wrist tighten a bit as Asra's breathing speeds up behind you. You know that he's set on giving you as much painfully slow torture as he can manage himself, but you also know that potion is working against him. There's nothing he wants more than to let go and pound you into the mattress.

"Baby," you choke out, words bouncing along with your bodies. "I know you want to fuck me so good right now." Your voice is deep with seduction. "Please just fill me up like I know you want to." You finish your plea, watching his face with satisfaction. His eyes are darkened with desire. He takes just a few more strokes before slowly to a stop inside you.

"You asked for it," he warns. He only takes a moment to let go of your wrists and flips your body so you're facing him. He cages you in on either side and licks his lips as he stares into your eyes. His hungry mouth meets yours in a kiss full of fire. You can melt into it for only a second before you feel him grab your hips and pull you flush against him; Your cries drowned by his lips as he sets an erratic pace, skin meeting with loud slaps.

"Fucking hell," he groans, still kissing you between words. "You feel like heaven on earth. You're so hot, and I can feel your insides squeezing me." He explains, hot breath falling over your face. Your cheeks burn at his descriptions.

You loop your arms around his neck and press your chest into his. Your skin meets, shining with sweat and burning from love. Asra presses back, savoring the feeling of your nipples brushing against his.

You start to feel that familiar blossom of unreleased pleasure pool in your lower stomach. Asra's shaft is hitting you just right, sending jolts of satisfaction right to your core.

"Oh-" you stop and whine pleasantly when he shifts angles. "Fuck. Please yes, don't stop!" Your arms drop and nails dip into his biceps and you grit your teeth from the hot delight searing through your body.

"I couldn't even If i wanted to," Asra answers, words strained as his grasp on himself starts to crumble. His breath is leaving his lips in short pants now and you can almost see the resolve to hold on slip away before your eyes.

He falls into you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and thrusts into you with all of the strength he can muster. You bury your face in his neck and take hold of his hair. You can feel Asra's body shuddering to not let go.

You bring your lips to his ear and bite his lobe. "Won't you come for me sweetheart? Please empty yourself in me." You whisper.

Asra takes in a sharp breath and you hear him choke at your words. They were enough to push him over the edge and he rams into you with a low, strangled cry.

Your head falls back and your mouth opens in a silent scream as Asra lets himself go in you. Your legs shake violently of their own accord as you feel your orgasm wash over you, leaving your body in euphoric fire.

Asra's lips immediately find yours as you ride out your orgasms together. You kiss him passionately, all of your senses in overdrive. His kisses are soft, and sweet, a clear declaration of his love. Happiness rushes in like a flood as you enjoy the afterglow. After a minute Asra removes himself from you and joins you in laying down, sides still heaving from the activities.

"My dear, how I love you." He says with a smile, running his fingers in slow, soft circles on your stomach.

You turn on your side and look into his eyes. He looked content, and his cheeks were dimpled from his growing grin.

"I love you too," you return, hand falling into his. His skin was still warm. The two of you lay there for a while, out of breath and simply enjoying the presence of one another.

Eventually, Asra sits up and looks down at you with humor in his eyes. "Well, I think I can tell our buyer that we did an extensive review of his product and it does, in fact, work."

Your face breaks into a smile and you laugh at Asra's words. "Oh goodie, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear all about it."

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years

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Strip

Gif credit @discoelitist.

Requested by @mypridefulsoul27. Hope you like it. Thanks for the request.

Taglist: @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder. @mypridefulsoul27.

"So what are these pills called again"? Antonio asked about this new drug on the street. It already had forty overdoses under its belt and growing.

"Pez". You replied, handing him a sample of the product that you got off a dead guy.

"Like the pez candy"?

"Yeah, it even comes with it's own pez dispenser and everything. Makes it popular with the kids". You tell him as you went to put the last two overdoses on the board. They were thirteen and sixteen that had a bright future before them.

"That's Eva's and Diegos age". Antonio sighed.

"From what we know, the dealer is a strip club owner named Marco Stewart. He has connections to strip clubs, porn studios and apparently schools as well. He has a record longer than my arm. Mostly drug charges and a few DUI's, assault with a deadly weapon and a breaking and entering". You tell Antonio and the others as they started to come in.

"A model citizen". Jay chuckled.

"Yeah, his club has been shut down for redecorating and looking for new talent. So if it's alright with Voight. I was thinking I could go apply and someone else". You looked at Voight who was noddling his in approval.

"I'll go. I can go be a bartender or something". Antonio volunteered.

"They're looking for dancers and a bouncer". You tell Antonio. He lifted a eyebrow.

"Alright set it up. You sure you're cool with this, Y/N"? Voight asked.

"Yeah. I want this guy off the streets. Parents will sleep better at night". You smiled and went to get your coat.

"A stripper? Of all undercover missions I have to miss is, Y/N being a stripper. That hurts". Adam held his chest dramatically.

"Eat your heart out". You laughed as you walked past him. Antonio snickered as he followed.

Adam playfully dropped on his desk dead. Kevin and the other laughed. You were taking this serious.

"So what's your name"? Marco Stewart asked, looking you up and down. A toothpick sticking from his mouth.

"Heaven. I'm a little piece of Heaven". You batted your eyes and flirted with him.

"More like a big piece of Heaven". Marco chuckled, his eyes went to your breast.

"Oh you're so funny". You playfully hit his arm.

"You're hired. So what about your boyfriend"? Marco watched Antonio out of the corner of his eye. Antonio was looking at the stage in the club.

"His names Johnny. Just got out of the pen. Had five years but did three for good behavior". You smiled.

"What was he in for"?

"Possession of a controlled substance". Antonio turned to talk to Marco. "That's what the asshole cop said once he planted it on me". Antonio looked between you and Marco than laughed. Marco laughed as well.

"You use to deal"? Marco asked intrigued.

"Yeah back in Brooklyn. I dealed for nine years and nothing but they catch me picking up a ounce of weed for my moms and I'm in prison before I can bat my eyes. It was bullshit". Antonio put on a thick Brooklyn accent.

"Alright. You're hired too. Both you be here Friday night, six o'clock. I got something for you two do before you go on".

"Wow, thanks. I cant wait to show you my moves. I promise it'll be amazing". You gushed, hugging Antonio and planting a kiss to his cheek. "We got the job, baby".

"Let's go home and celebrate". Antonio growled and picked you up carrying you out of the club.

Antonio put you down and headed to the car. "That was easy".

"Yeah. Now we have to figure out what he wants us to do". You say as you and Antonio drove to the station.

"Heaven? You chose Heaven as a stage name"? Adam scoffed.

"Yes, I'm a little piece of Heaven". You seductively purred.

"Yes, yes, you are". Adam smiled like a fool. Antonio rolled his eyes.

"Do you think he wants us selling drugs for him"? Antonio asked.

"Maybe. We could get a few undercovers in there as customers. Give us a better chance at catching him with the drugs". You suggested.

"We can do that. But we dont want to spook him. Since theres two new faces in the club and then add more. He'll know somethings up". Voight replied.

"Yeah. You're right. We go in tomorrow at six".

"Alright. Make sure you two are ready and prepared for this. I dont want it going bad and someone getting hurt. No dealer will go down nicely". Voight reassured.

"Yes, sir". You say. Antonio and you had a rough night sleeping. Your minds raced. Tomorrow was a big job, a lot was depending on you two. You couldn't screw it up.

"My little piece of Heaven". Marco greeted you as you came into the club his arms open for a hug.

"Good even, sir". You purred in his ear.

"Oh, sir. I like that". Marco laughed. "Come on, I got something for you guys". He waved you and Antonio into the back room.

"So tonight is going to be big. Huge! We have Heaven here making her debut and everyones coming. Everyone. So I need you two to be selling some of our delicious product. It taste just like candy". Marco chuckled as he opened a box that had about five hundred pills inside. Enough to kill a whole school of kids.

"I've heard about this drug. It's supposed to make sex even more amazing". You wrapped your arms around Antonio's waist and started kissing his neck. Antonio went along and grabbed your face deepening the kiss to your lips.

"Fuck yes"! Marco cheered.

Antonio pulled away panting, you licked your lips. This was the first time you two let your sexual tension free on each other. It was there but you two kept it bottled up.

"I like you two. This is going to be a great partnership". Marco grinned.

Around seven, people started arriving. Each person got a pez and a pat down from Johnny the bouncer. Antonio was taking his job seriously. You were going around getting drinks for the customers until you were called to the stage.

"Baby, why dont you take this fifty and we go back to the back and play"? A creepy older guy slapped your ass as you sat his drink down on the table.

"No thanks". You smiled and went on your way. You had to breath cause if you didnt you would have taken the drink tray and popped him up side the head with it.

"Heaven, baby. It's almost time". Marco pointed to his wrist and you nodded. You went back to the dressing room and changed into a diamond bralette that didnt hide anything and a pair of black cut up booty shorts. It wasnt your taste but Marco wanted you to wear it. You splashed on some glitter and perfume before you heard your song come on.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new comer here that has blessed us with her beauty. Please give it up for a little piece of Heaven". Marco introduced you to the cheering crowd. You walked on stage and put your hand on his shoulder.

"We also have a special guest to share the stage with her, our own bouncer Johnny Boy". Marco put the spot light on Antonio which caught both you and him off guard. You didnt know his was in your performance.

Marco waved Johnny on stage, Antonio gulped and went up. Marco had a chair for Antonio to sit in as you danced.

"Show em what you got baby doll". Marco slapped your ass.

You smiled at Antonio, he looked nervous. The combination of spot light, the men sitting around watching and the part where he liked you this was a bit to much for him to stand.

The music was flowing through your veins. You swayed your hips to the music in between Antonio's legs. Your hands on his knees, your ass on his lap. Antonio licked his lips, he got the courage to put his hands on your hips and guide you along.

You smirked, rolling your hips. This was all work but you could throw in some play as well. The crowd of cheering men disappeared when you turned around and straddled Antonio's lap. Your hand wrapped around Antonio's neck as you grinded on him. He looked into your eyes as he helped you move your body.

Your eyes wondered over his face, his eyes sparked in the lights, he had a slight smirk on his face and you could see Marco deal out a baggy of Pez.

"Now". You said and Voight and the team busted in. You got off of Antonio and went after Marco, Antonio followed your lead.

Marco didnt run, he had his hands up and ready for cuffs.

"For a dealer, you went easily". You told Marco as you handed him off to Jay.

"I'm just the bottom of the food chain, baby. I'll get a slap on the wrist". Marco laughed as he was taken away.

"Great job, you two". Voight nodded and walked away.

"You look absolutely beautiful". Adam smiled like a bigger fool as he came over. You looked down and covered yourself up.

"I'm going to go change". You hurried to the back.

Antonio slapped Adam on the back of his head. "Watch it". He pointed at Adam. Adam stood there confused.

You got dressed quickly and headed out front. Suddenly all eyes were on you.

"What"? You looked down at your outfit. You had tight red pants on with a red jacket and a black see through corset. You may have taken it from Marcos wardrobe.

"You look good, Y/L/N". Jay chuckled along with Adam and Kevin.

"Thank you". You giggled.

Antonio came by your side. "You do. You look really good. Um, you wanna get coffee"? Antonio rubbed the back of his neck.

"Are you asking me on a date"?

"A coffee date".

"Oh". You were kinda sad that that was it.

"Just for now. I'm kinda tired so coffee will hold you over until Friday night". Antonio sent you a wink.

"Yeah. I'd like that".

"Great". Antonio held out his arm for you and you wrapped yours around his. "Where did you learn to dance like that"?

You laughed. "Believe it or not there was a time I wasnt a detective. But that's for another time".

Antonio smirked as he lead you to his car and you were off on your first date.

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ira-dendrobium · 2 years

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Asking for your parents blessing (Modern AU) Feat. Childe, Diluc, Kaeya x Fem!Reader.

You look at the time and look very nervous. Your lover is running late for your family dinner. You look over your parent's reaction. Your mother still looks excited as she keeps asking about this sweet young boy but your father has a scowl on his face.

“What kind of lover he is to make us wait?”

“Dear... Be patient. Maybe traffic is so bad on his way here. Besides you still not seeing the boy yet. Who knows maybe you going to like him?” Your mother tries to calm your father. He only grumbles.

“We wait for 5 more minutes. If he didn’t show up, we left.” Your father exclaims.

‘Come on... Where are you?’ You nervously look at the entrance. Soon the silhouette of the man shows up. Your face beams into a smile when you see your lover walk-in in the suit to the restaurant.

“I’m sorry I’m late. Traffic is incredibly busy today. I hope I didn’t get into your bad side.” He politely greets your parent. You stand up and start to introduce him.

“Dad, Mom. This is my love that I keep talking about...”

Childe

He is wearing a formal suit while giving his best smile to your parents. Of course no forgetting about the gift.

Your mother is elated when seeing that your boyfriend is such a gentleman and successful too. (Childe brought the new set of jewelry plus a bag and new watch for your father. All is branded items)

Your father still has that scowl on his face.

“You think you can buy our approval with this gift? Now, I got curious. What job do you work as?” Your father asks. Childe with a smile answered.

“I work as one of the executives of Sneznaya Corporation.”

Your mother gasp. “But you look so young! And Sneznaya corporation is the second biggest corporation in the world!”

“So what. I’m still not giving you my approval as my daughter's boyfriend.”

Childe immediately got serious. “Sir, I know that I’m still lacking in my aspect but I love your daughter. We have been together for so long. You maybe didn’t know this but we know each other since high school. She is one of the reasons, I can be this successful.” He grabs your hand. You blush at his statement.

“Maybe it’s time to open your heart, dear... Our girl is not little anymore.” said your mother. With a sigh, your father nods.

“Fine. But don’t think I will give you my full approval.”

“Thank you, sir. I make sure to take the other half later when I propose to marry her.” Childe said cheekily.

“YOU BRAT!”

“Dear! Calm down!”

Diluc

Diluc looks very nervous when he got near the table. He really questions is the right time? He plans to gain your parent's approval after dating you for 1 year straight and now it’s finally time.

“...Hello. My name is Diluc Ragvindir. Your daughter's boyfriend.” Diluc introduces himself and your mom gasp.

“Ragvindir?! Is that the big corporation that owns the largest wine production?”

“Yes.” Diluc answer. Your father put a disapproval look.

“What makes you think you are worthy of my daughter?” Your father asks.

“Dad!”

“No. It’s okay. I’m maybe not the perfect vision of the boyfriend you imagine. I’m awkward and may appear cold to you but... I care and love your daughter so much. I hope you can see that in our relationship and slowly approve it.” Diluc said. Your father's face softens.

“Fine... You make sure to take care of her. If not, I’m coming at your company with a gun.” said Your father. Diluc softy smile and mutter a thank you.

“Wow. Diluc. That is the most word you speak to others besides me.” You tease him after the serious talk. He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Way to kill a mood, dear.”

“Hehe <3″

Kaeya

For once, Kaeya comes in with a formal suit complete with his scarf. You are quite amazed to see your boyfriend come in without that kind of flirty suit.

“Good Evening dear sir and mam~. I’m sorry for making you wait.” He greets your parents with a charming smile. Your mother actually swoons at him.

“What a fine young man you are.” Your mother complimented but your father notice something weird about him.

“Aren’t you Kaeya Alberich? That playboy model?”

“My name is indeed Kaeya, sir. But I’m not a playboy...” Kaeya sweatdrop at your father's aggressive remark.

“Hmph! I doubt that. You always appear wearing that sexy outfit in the magazines. Y/n! I teach you better! Why must you choose this kind of man?” Your father continues his word.

“Dad-”

“Calm down, dear. I’m sorry, sir. If that photo in the magazine set our relationship in the wrong direction. That is simply a job demand that my agency gives me. I can prove to you that I’m not that kind of man. Your daughter is the only girl I ever let inside my heart.” Kaeya looks at you lovingly.

“I would do anything to gain your approval, sir.”

“Even quit your job?” Your father asks.

“Yes,” Kaeya answered without any doubt. Your father and he have a little staring contest before with a huft your father look away.

“Fine. You have my approval for now. But I will be watching you, Young man. If you make my daughter shed tears, I make sure to destroy your carrier.”

“Noted. Thank you, kind sir.” He smiles before kissing your forehead.

“NO KISSING!”

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wildernessuntothemselves · 3 years

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Fearing You, Loving You | Part 3

Word Count: 3.3k

Genre: smut, angst, some fluff

Warnings: dom!felix, sub!reader, yandere!felix, cockwarming, blowjob, felix loves hentai and humiliating oc, filming, creampie, spitting, mentions of violence.

Sequel to I'm Yours, You're Mine

Gif credit @915archive (yes I'm only gonna use your gifs for lix from now on lol)

You decided that you can't just passively accept your condition. You had to do something to improve your situation, and you know just what to do.

When Felix comes home from work, you greet him with a kiss that surprises him before you lead him to the bathroom where you had drawn him a bath, gently stripping him and pulling him to the tub.

Felix stares at you in wonder as get a loofah and pour some body wash on it.

"What's the occasion?" He asks, happily leaning into your touch.

"Can't a woman show her husband how much she appreciates him?" You drawl, knowing that his delusional mind and his need to believe that everything is okay will make him easily accept your answer. “I just want to show you how much I love you…”

He relaxes into your touch completely as you gently scrub his body and wash his hair while he lay calm and content like a cat between your arms.

He looked so happy and peaceful, and you lean in to give his pouty lips a peck. His eyes spring open, staring at you in awe before they turn into the lovely crescents they get when he smiles.

“I love you.” He beams, and you curse your heart for still fluttering at his words after all he’s done, but you still can't bring yourself to reply, and Felix's face turns hard. He grabs your hands, stopping your movements. "Tell me you love me."

You hold his gaze for a minute, your heart hammering against your ribcage, before you force yourself to smile.

“I’m madly in love with you.” You murmur, washing the conditioner out of his hair before you pull him up to his feet and wrap a towel around his waist.

Taking his hand in yours, you lead him into the bedroom, drying him off and grabbing a bottle of lotion. Carefully, you rub the product over his skin, taking care to massage the areas you think might be sore like his neck and his back. You tell yourself that you’re only doing this to appease him so that he'll let you have a relationship with your child, disregarding the ball of warmth that keeps growing in the center of your chest with each happy sigh and loving glance he throws at you.

You dress him up in soft pajamas and sit behind to dry his hair. His eyes are closed and his mouth hangs ever slightly open as he surrenders himself to your touch. He looks so soft, just like the Felix you used to know, that you can’t help but let the towel fall away as you run your fingers through his soft, wet her and press your lips to his cheek. Felix hums appreciatively, leaving his head to the side to give you better access, when a knock sounds at the door, making you jump back.

"Can I come in, daddy?" Your daughter’s sweet voice pipes up from behind the door.She wasn't allowed to step into the master bedroom without permission, and said permission could only be given by her father if he was present. Felix opens his eyes and is met by your longing ones, silently begging him to let your daughter in.

He doesn’t look like he wants this moment to be interrupted so you’re shocked when his reply comes, voice deep with exhaustion."Come in, sweetheart."

Your heart swells and you smile brightly at him. It's working!

He responds with a tired smile of his own as the girl opens the door and timidly comes in.

"What are you doing?" She asks curiously.

"Mommy is doing daddy's hair." You beam, playing with Felix’s hair absently.

"Oh!" Her eyes sparkle, "Can I be the one who styles your hair, daddy?"

Felix chuckles lowly at her enthusiasm, "Of course, princess."

The girl squeaks in happiness and jumps in place. "I just have to get some stuff from my room. I'll be right back."

You stare lovingly at her small retreating form. When she's gone, your eyes go back to Felix and you see him looking up at you with adoration in his eyes that makes your breath hitch in your throat. He takes one of your hands in his and places a soft kiss to the back of it. "This is perfect, darling. Thank you. I promise you that I'll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together forever, my sweet.”

Your breath hitches and hand shakes in his hold. A million conflicting emotions swelled up inside you, but they were all smothered as soon as your daughter steps back into the door, jumping onto the bed with her little box of hair accessories and a comb.

You pull your hand away as she gets to work, and you watch them closely, eyes trained on your daughter’s excited smile as she messes with her daddy’s hair, and the equally as gorgeous smile he has on his face as he lets her unleash her creative side on him, encouraging her all the while.

They looked so happy all wrapped up in their little bubble, and you so wanted to be part of it too. You could be. He promised you you can, if only you’d be good. And isn’t that what you wanted? The love of your daughter and your husband? Why were you fighting him so hard?

“Do you prefer the pink ribbon or the sparkly clip, daddy?” Your girl holds the items in her small hands to show them off and Felix pursues his lips in contemplation.

“The clip I think.” You cut in, brushing Felix’s hair down. “It matches daddy’s sparkly eyes, don’t you think?”

“Ohh, that’s right!” Your girl exclaims, putting the ribbon down and placing the clip in Felix’s hair. “What do you think, daddy?”

“I don’t know. What does mommy think?” He holds your hand, smiling up at you, and you know you’re doing the right thing.

“I love it. You look really pretty, honey.” You lace your fingers with his, “You did a great job, sweetheart.”

“Yaaay!” Your girl claps in excitement, and Felix turns to her. “Would you like to go get some donuts, princess?”

“Yes, daddy!” She chirps and jumps off the bed. “I’ll go get dressed.”

Your smile falls. You weren’t allowed to go on outings like this with them lest you steal your daughter and run away or alert anyone.

"You wanna come with, love?" He brings your hand back to his lips, pressing a kiss to it.

You couldn't believe how well this was working. You haven't been allowed out like this in years! Maybe you just needed to be nicer to him, and he'll give you everything just like he promised.

You don’t give him a moment to reconsider, rushing to accept. "I'd love to!"

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Everything was perfect. The night breeze, your daughter's excited voice, the city lights. This is what you could have, always.

Only one detail was off, how Felix never let go of your daughter's hand. But you don't let that bother you. You still needed to prove to him that he can trust you. And everything will be good again.

You step into the store with a bright smile, following Felix to the register and watching him pay for the donuts and coffee. You all then go to select the donuts you want. You pick a chocolate one and a strawberry one.

While Felix and your daughter choose their own donuts, the barista tells you that your coffee is ready. Not thinking, you leave your husband and daughter and go to pick up the coffee.

"Umm where is the sugar--" You wonder absentmindedly before spotting it and reaching out for it. The barista reaches out at the same time and your hands touch. You quickly pull away, the both of you laughing.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You smile, a little embarrassed.

“That’s okay. I don’t mind touching hands with such a pretty lady.” The barista flirts, passing you the sugar. You sheepishly reach out to take them, feeling a little anxious for some reason you can’t pinpoint.

You realize your mistake when someone else intercepts you and snatches the sugar packets away. You look up to see a very angry Felix glaring the man down. "She is pretty, isn't she? She’s also my wife."

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I was just trying to help.” The barista clears his throat and looks down.

“I’m sure you were.” Felix grits, quickly putting the sugar in the coffee and stirring it. As soon as he’s done, he hands you the coffee and drags both you and your daughter out of the shop.

The walk back home he is silent despite your daughter’s constant attempts to make small talk. When you reach your building, he tells you to go up and get dinner ready.

"Where are you going daddy?" Your daughter asks, and Felix glares at you. "Daddy has to take care of something, princess."

You blanch, holding onto him. "Felix, please."

He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Do you want to make a scene in front of your daughter? Wanna let her hear how much of a slut her mother is?"

Tears well up in your eyes and you shake your head. Everything was so perfect. How did it go so wrong? You were so stupid. If you hadn't moved from Felix's side, none of this would've happened.

Felix pulls you off of him and orders you to go upstairs, and with a teary face you obey.

When you step into the apartment, your daughter turns to you with crossed arms and a frown on her little face. “You made daddy angry again, didn’t you?”

You stare at her in shock. “What?”

“You always make daddy angry. You always ruin everything.”

Finding yourself angry for the first time at your daughter. "You don't know anything. You don't know how much I sacrificed for your sake!"

"I don't care. You only make daddy sad and I hate you."

Her words stab at your heart. With blurry eyes, you grab her and throw her into her room, locking the door behind her and falling to the floor in a sobbing mess.

You felt wretched. You felt abandoned. You know it's not your daughter's fault, that she's brainwashed, but her words hurt you so much and you find yourself craving reassurance and affection that you know you can only get from one person.

Wiping your tears, you go to your room to dress up for him, wearing the lingerie dress he had wanted to see on you, and then go to the kitchen to make him dinner, hoping that would appease him enough to give you what you need.

__________________________

When you hear the door open you freeze in your spot, all your fears reaching their extremes again. You remain still as a statue as you hear his footsteps approach until he's right behind you, his body flush against yours, his hands snaking up your body to grab at your breasts.

“Did you enjoy your little show babe?" He asks, tone sharp.

"No." You quickly attempt to clarify, "I didn't mean to be bad."

"Is that why you looked like you were going to get on your knees in the middle of the store and blow him?"

You shake your head harshly, "I didn't. I just smiled because I was nervous."

He scoffs, his small hands pushing your dainty bra down and roughly groping your tits. "You think I believe you? God, I let you out once thinking you'll be good, but my little cockslut can't help herself, huh?"

“No, Felix--” Tears brim your eyes once again. He wasn't giving you what you wanted. “I would never do anything to betray you.”

"But you did." He growls, rubbing your pussy coarsely while squeezing your tits. “I should’ve bred you before leaving. You’re much better behaved when my cum is dripping down your legs and reminding you of who you belong to.”

“I’m sorry.” You sob, leaning into his touch, hoping to appease him.

"You will be sorry, baby.“ He promises, making you shiver as he backs away, “Put the food on the table. No plate for you. Whores don't get to eat food. I'll keep your mouth busy with something else."

You know what’s coming, and you feel incredibly humiliated. "No, Felix, please. It's embarrassing."

"Good. You should be embarrassed. If you're gonna act like a cock-hungry slut then you need to be treated like one." He snarls, chuckling at your tears. “You’re crying? Baby I haven’t even given you anything to cry about.”

Helplessly, you prepare his plate for him, already expecting his command.

“Get on your knees.” He sneers, watching you get between his legs. “Take my cock out and suck on it.”

You try to obey but when you see the blood stains on his pants, you stop abruptly. “Felix, what did you....”

He looks down at you with heavy eyes and smirks, "Don't worry I didn't kill the man you were drooling after. I just made sure he won't look at other men's wives again."

You shiver, not knowing quite what he means, With Felix this could be anything from a slight warning to a crippling attack. You know he won’t give you more information though so, for your own sake, you unzip his pants and pull out his hard dick, immediately taking it in your mouth.

"That's a good girl." He breathes out, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. "Show your master how sorry you are."

You swirl your tongue around his dick, sucking on it earnestly, but as you pull up to breathe he pushes you down, making you take him completely, your nose brushing against his pubic bone with his length fully down your throat. He holds you there and you try to relax your throat as much as possible and try to breathe through your nose, knowing he’ll keep you there.

And he does. Through the whole meal, he stays balls deep in your throat, only resurfacing to fuck your mouth before he buries his dick in your throat again.

Soon, your jaw gets sore, making your saliva dribble all over his dick and crotch, but Felix doesn't care. In fact, it turns him on, knowing you’re struggling to accommodate his length.

It feels like forever before he lets you go, letting you crash back against the table as you cough and gasp in. You raise your hand to your face to wipe at the mess you've made but Felix stops you.

“Don't clean up. I want you just like you are, my dirty slut.”

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He has you on your back on the bed, arms hooked under your thighs and shackled together so that they are pulled up to your chest, immobilizing you and laying your pussy bare for him.

The flash of the camera goes off as your husband takes a picture of you in the compromising position.

He stares at it as it develops then he shows it to you, making your cheeks flame red at seeing just how lewd you look.

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby. And all mine, right?”

"Yes, baby, all yours." You gush, hoping he'd have mercy on you.

He brushes his fingers down your thigh, skipping over your core and going up the other one, making you shake in need.

"Want my fingers in your pussy, honey?" He murmurs, brushing the tips of his fingers up and down your pussy with a feather light touch that only makes you whimper out in need.

"Yes, Lix. Need you so bad." You gasp as his palm meets your pussy is a sharp slap, making your body convulse at the intense sensation.

"Is that what you call your owner after everything you've done?"

You shake your head, "No, master. I'm sorry."

"That's better." He purrs, slipping his middle finger inside of you. It was barely enough, just brushing your walls as he pumps it in and out of you.

"More, please, master."

"You're so greedy. Always begging for more."

He pushes his index in, the pads of his fingers brushing ever so slightly over your walls. You struggle, your body trying to close your legs but you can't.

He curls his fingers and rubs back and forth against your g-spot, making you shake. "Master, please."

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

You nod, trying to appease him, and whine in distress when he takes his fingers out of your pussy. He brings them up to your mouth.

"Tongue out." He says gruffly, placing his fingers on your tongue and pumping them in and out of your mouth, occasionally hitting the back of your throat and making you gag around them.

"You're mine, baby. You were made for me. If only you would see." He sighs, taking a picture of you choking on his fingers before pulling them away, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake.

He presses his dick against your entrance and you whimper.

"Gonna give you my cock now. Gonna stuff you full." He purrs, pushing himself inside. "Let's see if I can get your eyes to roll back into your skull, angel."

He takes multiple pictures of you as he fucks you, instructing you on how to pose and what faces to make.

"Yeah, that's it darling. Gonna carry these around to show to any man you try to seduce so they'd know whose slut you are."

You shake your head, tears brimming along your eyelashes from how roughly he's fucking you. This isn't what you wanted. You need him to love you and be gentle with you.

"That's not true!" You sob, barely able to get the words out between him railing you and your uncontrollable tears. "I didn't do anything. I was good just like you wanted."

"Don't fucking lie to my face!" He grits, throwing the camera to the side and grabbing your thighs so he can brutally drive his hips into yours, his cock not giving your pussy a break. "I saw the way you were looking at him."

"No. No." Your eyes roll up as you feel your pussy start to clench around him, his cock forcing the orgasm out of you.

"There you go. That's my good slut."

You see the flash of the camera go off as you cum, and you can't even imagine how fucked out you look right now.

He grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. "Say ahhh."

Dumbly, you obey, opening your mouth wide for him to spit into. You keep your mouth open while he takes a picture of you.

"Swallow." He commands, watching you with dark eyes as you do and groaning when you open your mouth again to show him. "Good girl. You got me so close, baby. Gonna give you all my cum. You want it, baby?"

You whimper in agreement, your poor pussy getting sore and overstimulated.

"I should take away your birth control and stuff you full of my cum. Give you another baby and keep you pregnant all the time so everyone would know that your pussy is taken." His pace gets sloppy and erratic as he nears his end.

"No, baby, please. Don't."

"Shut up, slut. I'll make it so everyone will know that you're claimed." He jerks his hips forward one last time before he groans loudly and his cock twitches inside you, filling you up with his cum.

He stays there for a while, pluging your pussy and keeping his cum inside as if he intends on making true on his promise.

When he pulls back, you feel his seed dribble out of your pussy before a flash goes off.

"Stick your tongue out." He orders, and puts your fingers up in a double peace sign to mimic the fucked stupid characters in the hentai he loves to watch so much.

"Perfect." He smiles, showing you the picture. You look ruined, used, and entirely his.

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A/N: hope you're as dead as I am

#felix smut #stray kids smut #yandere!felix #dom!felix #sub!reader #stray kids angst #felix angst

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