#i mean it always threw me off a bit that he has so much black cloth in his design even tho wolfmon doesnt have any so maybe its...

[flamemons]

i am so allergic to dogs and cats

#digimon frontier #digimon #flamon #strabimon #gah i feel weird tagging the kids without much evidence but thats kouji thats takuya.... as usual #i wanted to make his colors more...kouji colored but idk then his scarf magically gets super purple when hes wolfmon??? AGGH #i mean it always threw me off a bit that he has so much black cloth in his design even tho wolfmon doesnt have any so maybe its... #not so much of a difference if its just a dark blue instead #his scarf keeps his fur out of his face just like his bandana keeps his hair out of his face #my mom has 5 cats and i am sneezing so much oh my god

[sintiva]

situationship(s)

eren x black!reader (chubby reader)

“r-ren’s enough… too much,” and when you say that he thrusts his hips a bit harder, making you really feel the way his tip pokes at your cervix. it makes you an idiotic mess, blabbering, stuttering and moaning as eren fucked you relentlessly from the back.

just real nasty toxic!eren who shoots your flimsy resolve down with terrific accuracy as he makes it his mission to shit on your ex, mid stroke, cause he’s a damn narcissist. it’s always shit about how bad your ex was; how he was an asshole, coniving, that sneaky sone of a bitch. he really was an asshole, so much so, he made jaeger look like a saint.

“was he as big as me? how many times did he make this pussy cum in one night?”

his words? they stung bad like the newly formed tears in your eyes, that you blinked away. they smushed your brain in between the palm of its invisible hands as his hips slam against your ass over and over. like a paddle to a ping pong ball, eren. didn’t miss. a. single. hit.

he didn’t miss the way your thighs trembled and your body would go all limp, as you moaned into the sheets to get rid of all that pent up sexual frustration. it ripped at your insides during the day, but burnt like a warm bonfire, steadily growing as you threw things at it. but you also missed the way how this — all this contact felt on a day-to-day basis when you two were together, once a normal couple.

“all this squirming, baby? ex wasn’t fucking you good enough, huh? left this pussy aching for some real dick. you just needed me to dig this pussy out”

mhmm

he reaches for your arms, locks them together behind your back with both of his arms. now he can really control everythingyou’re back arches up, your body trembles and you pull yourself off his dick. mumbling some things about him being too rough, being too mean, and something ‘bout, “stoo hard, daddy-“ sniffles, “,”gentler please.”

eren silently complies, but while he has you in his grasp, he will enjoy his time. you made him come all this way, and he will leave with something.

he stretched your ass cheeks apart and spat a nice wod of spit onto his thumb and rubbed its way right into that other hole, it felt so tight but eren’s thumb just slipped right in, hooking into you as he stretched his fingers around the suppleness of your ass and the fullness of your hips. and when you pulled your hips away, scared cause you didn’t know how long you could go with eren digging into you making you damn near pass out.

he’s rolling his eyes in annoyance, blowing a strand of hair out his face, and tracing his hands down your back.

“you don’t wanna cum on my dick? you’re hurting my feelings, baby…”

his voice rang like church bells in a desolate ghost town left for caravans and wonderers to salvage. the baritone octave and slew of words spilling out of his throat as if he just learned them; literring complete nonsense into your ear.

then the most heart achingly, sweet pout form on his face. he’s forcing your back into a deep, pretty arch, your back rolls stretch and squish back as your body conforms and relaxes. then his fingers slot themselves into the space between your hips and stomach, bringing your ass back, thrusting his dick in between your ass cheeks before he stuffs your cunt full, again.

hitting just right against the spot that hides deep in the back towards, up at the top, you scream, and end up cumming on his dick. “yeah, i’ll go slow, ma. jus-just keep cumming on this dick. i know when you’re lying, talking ‘bout some—too hard.” you gasp out, whining as eren’s soft groans of mockery send shivers through your body, making you cum even harder, trembling as your orgasm hits harder the slower his strokes become, your little fingers ball up the sheets.

your pussy hugs him, it keeps his dick nice and warm, so soft and inviting that small spurts of cum shoot right out of his tip. hips stuttering as your pussy squeezes and squeezes to milk his cock. sucking tighter at the tip, the farther he digs in then winding down as your poor hips bucked along his length. you can’t manage a single word, you’re droolin’ and winding your hips. making it clap, bouncing your ass back, “like that mamas, bounce it on my dick, good girl.”

and here you were listening. feeling delighted from the addiction. when you think you’ve managed to get over him, you’re running back. taking his nonsense, and his dick like a packaged deal. when you’re telling him how shitty of a boyfriend he was… though you tend to do it during inopportune times. your favorite time being when he’s got all eight inches of his dick in you.

eren knows you all too well, because he’s the one who was on the receiving end of all those phone calls you’d make when your boyfriend fucked up. maybe you should’ve stayed with him, oddly it seemed like he wasn’t fully lying when he said you’d always come back to him.

the way he treated you throughout your entire relationship, meaning nothing — tossed to the firey flames of an incenerator. lighting a quick flame that distinguishes with the flip of a switch; your heart. it could also be your brain, but these days differentiating them seemed highly inattainable.

there was rarely peace of mind.

so you’re stuck coming back for a bed to lay on, and a dick to fuck. he’s just a shitty, asshole… narcissist? that’s what it is. and you blame yourself for parading along such witty ego. it was a complete drag, ripping you up and tying you by your ankles. the fucking worst.

#eren x black reader #eren x reader smut #eren x black reader smut #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren jaeger smut #aot x reader #eren jaeger aot #eren smut

[pppeachyyys]

the hassle i love

itoshi rin doesn't want you to go for anyone else but him.

badboy! itoshi rin, mention of blood / violence, comfort, confessions (?), gn reader

itoshi rin was not one to be a rowdy teenage boy.

at least that’s what everyone in his school thought. ‘he was the complete opposite of those kind of people’, they claimed. he was a quiet and gentle student, the kind that girls would swoon over for being so mysterious.

but deep behind that facade, you would know what he truly was like. itoshi rin was indeed a rowdy teenage boy that loved soccer and horror more than anything else. he got into fights every other day and won every single encounter he’s gotten into. he has a sour mouth, spitting words that only those with a cold heart could say. 

itoshi rin was the complete opposite of a quiet and gentle student. 

yet somehow, the way he would be careful with his words around you was different compared to the insults he threw at his blue lock teammates. he would always look out for you (claiming it was just for his own good) and almost look at you differently. 

“that burns.” rin hissed the moment the antibacterial wipe made contact with his wounded skin, once porcelain and clean. you rolled your eyes in response. 

“it’s your fault for doing this to yourself. why’d you even get into a fight this time ?” you complain. he averts eye contact, rather placing his gaze on the stack of bandages and gauzes. 

sweat is still remnant on his forehead, black hair frizzled and messier than normal. his lashes bat up and down, giving you a glimpse of his jewel-green irises. 

he mumbles something to himself that you cannot discern. choosing to ignore him, you secretly rip open a hello kitty plaster while he’s looking away and lean closer to his face, aiming at the cut under his turquoise eyes. your whole body is shifted from your chair to his, legs grazing against each other and arms touching.

that’s when rin comes to realize that you were awfully close to him this time. your hands cold against his warm cheeks, eyes concentrated on his cut. he quickly decides to himself that now would be perfect to tell you with no warning. 

“it’s cause some dude was talking about you.”

you stop for a moment which signals for him to continue talking. “he was talking about how he was gonna try and get your number from a friend…” his eyes slowly move from the table to your own e/c eyes. “... and he just kept on going on and on, saying you were probably easy and all that bullshit. so of course i had to tell him otherwise.”

he huffs. “i hate when guys assume that stuff about you. it’s like they think they can just take you like that. makes me annoyed.” 

had to tell him otherwise. makes me annoyed.

rins words go through your brain and you blink. once, twice. you’re quick to slap the bandage onto his face with a flustered look, clearly catching him off guard. now it’s his turn to blick once. twice. 

“what is that even supposed to mean ?! also, as much as i appreciate you looking out for me, i would rather you not get into fights every other day.” you scold him and the spot you hit him in becomes a bit red. 

“i can’t help it. lukewarm guys like him don’t deserve anything. plus they don’t even go to our school so it’s more of a reason to beat him up.” you roll your eyes at his words and stay quiet. 

he places a hand on the plaster, running a finger over the material. “am i a lukewarm guy, y/n ?” rin asks quietly, almost like he is scared to ask you such a question.

you aren’t sure how to react. he looks more fragile than normal. the way you had such a hold onto him, making him so weak at the sight of just you. turquoise eyes are laced with yearning. “you’re anything but a lukewarm guy rin.” you say. 

“do you prefer guys like him then ?” 

his words are cautious. you look straight back at him. it’s the first time you’ve seen him so vulnerable and you can’t help but yearn for it more. 

you’re quick to nervously place your hand against his cheek and he leans towards it in an instant, sighing. “nope. i prefer guys like you actually.” 

there’s a sudden flash inside rins eyes. “actually it’s more like i just prefer you, even if cleaning you up is a hassle sometimes. you’re my favorite, rin.” you say with a smile, praying he wouldn’t shake you off or ignore you after hearing your words. 

“your heartbeat.” 

“huh ?”

suddenly rin presses his lips against the pulse of your wrist. without another word, he kisses the spot with such gentleness, catching you off guard. 

“your heartbeat is just like mine right now.” he then takes your hand and places it to his chest. you can feel the quickening of his heart, rapidly beating against the warmth of his body. his whole face is flushed cutely. 

you attempt to not stammer over your words but the way he looks up to you was too hard to resist. his ears were burning red and you swore that your pulse was synced with his from how fast it was beating. you whisper. “rin…”.

“there’s a reason why i can’t stand when other people want you. i want you to only treat me like this. so don’t go to other guys, y/n.” 

he wraps his arms around your waist, the grip strong as though it refused to let you go. the whole room smells like rin (or was it because you were so close to him?) and your head is spinning with what you were supposed to say. 

“well… it’s not like i’ll ever treat anyone else like this. you yourself is too much of a hassle anyway.” you reply. slowly, a smile grows on your face.

“but you’re my hassle to deal with.” 

sure, itoshi rin could be considered a bad boy. but he would always be the best for you.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock #bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock oneshots #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #blue lock x you #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #gn reader #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin x y/n #fanfic #fanfiction

[fandomonetwo]

puppy love and flowers — remus lupin

▸summary: he's absolutely sure he loves you. he's absolutely sure you love him. flowers aren't given to just anybody.

▸characters: remus lupin x f! reader, lil snippets of james and sirius and peter

▸tw: hay fever, small sadness moment

▸a/n: consider this my apology for the previous angst post. also, look at the guy. he's a smol bean

REMUS LUPIN WAS a sucker for a good bouquet. He'd always want to give them to you, yet he could never find the moment. There'd always be something that would stop him.

Today was one of the days where his plans were smudged.

It was a Hogsmeade day, so naturally, he with his posse decided to head into the town to scope out bouquets. There was one he'd seen little bit ago that he was fidgeting to buy. It was a beautiful set of red and white roses with baby's breath surrounding them. They were your favourite flowers.

Sirius Black had never felt so depressed than when he had watched his friends realise that the 'sold out' sign was for the bouquet he wanted to get for you. He felt so out of place when Remus looked like he had just been deprived of his natural resource of chocolate.

"Why not just get her different flowers?" the Black boy asked, awkwardness coating his very body in a tense feeling.

Remus sighed. "But those were for her. They were like, specifically crafted just so that she could have them. And now they're gone. And I still haven't gotten her flowers!"

James sympathised more with Remus that Sirius could. James often got flower for Lily from this very shop. Albeit, she always threw them out when she got them, but it was the thought that counted. Peter didn't say anything. He was too busy drawing stars in the snow.

The bespectacled boy put his hand on Remus' shoulder, noticing his friend's eyes welling with tears. "It's alright, mate. There's always tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day."

"But I wanted to get her those today."

There was something so frustrating about not getting something done on the day you planned. You'd feel so incomplete in your tasks, and he'd never get to sleep tonight. Well, he might drift off if he cried long enough.

The walk back to the dorms was long and awkward and tense and depressing. There were so many emotions. Remus has just been thwarted yet again in his attempts to woo you. Peter was plucking the snow off of his mittens one by one.

"Damn, mate, you are so in deep," Sirius teased, trying to lighten the mood. "I mean, I've heard of puppy love, but this just takes the cake."

"Is that supposed to be a pun?" Remus muttered. It was kinda funny.

"I suppose so."

They had only gotten to the dorm when they heard the girls. They were laughing. No, hang on. They were shrieking. And... sneezing?

The four boys entered the common room to find Lily and Marlene holding onto furniture for dear life, their faces as red as their ties. Marlene tried to heave in a breath and little was wiping her face.

And then you sneezed. They erupted into laughter again.

"What on earth is going on?" James asked, confusion filling his bloodstream. The girls couldn't find the words, too busy giggling, so you decided to speak.

"I bought flowers for Remus," you started, your nose stuffed, "and I have just found out that I am, in fact, deathly allergic to flowers."

You sneezed again. The girls didn't completely fall apart, but they still chuckled.

Remus looked at you with those big eyes of his. "You got me flowers?"

"Yeah," you said sheepishly. "I though it'd be a nice surprise, but now I'm covered in snot, my nose and throat hurts, my head kinda aches, and my eyes are red."

You sneezed, and Remus started laughing. He rested his head on your shoulder, despite your protests.

"How did you never realise you had a tendency to get hay fever?" Sirius asked, trying to stifle his own chuckles.

"I don't know. It doesn't get this bad at home. The flowers there are small, and here, I don't go out much in the spring. It's too warm. Plus, it's not like I get up close and personal with flowers now, do I?"

"Yeah, but still. It's hay fever, it's a pretty common thing."

"Like I said," you sneezed again, away from Remus' face, "there just wasn't enough for me to notice." You paused for a second. "I always wondered why I got the sniffles in the springtime. I thought it was just spring colds."

James grinned. "Well, now you know."

You sneezed twice more, Remus brushing the hair out of your sweaty face.

"I think we need to rescue you from your natural foe." He guided you by the hand outside of the common room, and he stole a glance back at the flowers you had bought for him, his heart swelling.

Red and white roses surrounded with baby's breath.

#harry potter #remus lupin #rems lupin x reader #f! reader #fem! reader #remus lupin x fem! reader #james potter #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #peter pettigrew #sirius black #x reader #fluff #springtime #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff

[yellowwithalisp]

Maybe a hobie x reader doing a night routine w/face masks, hair care etc❤️❤️

( NSFW, nothing happened but talking about it! Minors FUCK OFF!! All characters in this are adults. Enjoy! - Yellow 💛🌻)

"....."

Hobie leans back into his chair and looks at you starting yourself in the mirror.

❝Did you jus' pu' black lipstick on?❞

You then to look at him.

"It new, I wanted to see how it looks on me."

❝Sweethear' it's midnigh'.❞

"...."

❝You didn'' take you're adhd meds did ya?❞

".... Sh."

• So you offten have goth make up on and it does take a bit to get it off and not have to smear all over you're face. Hobie would be standing behind you brushing his teeth or washing his fave as you do this.

❝Missed a spo'.❞

"Sh."

• Some times you have a face make and vhapstick on to help refresh your face. He has come up with dumb nicknames for you when you have a facemask on.

❝Ay love, keep the lipstick on.❞

"Why?"

❝I want see i' smered all over my co-❞

You threw you're toothpaste at him.

• If he comes home and see you in bed, with a full face of make up on. He knows not to mess with you. He knew that means you had a really hard day. Will take a warm washcloth and he will gently take it off your fave as you sleep.

• He doesn't really do much out of the form for nighttime routine. Always is the last one in bed. AND HE STEALS THE BLANKTS IN HIS SLEEP.

• He doesn't mean to. He just rolls and takes them with him.

• Sleeps I'm just pj pants.... That's it. JUST. Pj pants. ;)

• Gets a hold of you and that's it. Your stuck in his long arms and legs. Some nights he has you sites in hai lap and he does your hair in different ways. It's calming to you and he doesn't mine felling you rest against him or sit over his clothed dick.

• Doing your hair in braids and you have a annoyed look on your face, he'll grab some dumb face mass and put them on you, and when the hair did with rube your shoulders, neck, and back.

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk

[sweet-honey-tears]

🩹Please Be Okay🩼

There’s a mix of both head cannons and a bit of stories. I hope you enjoy it and it’s not too confusing!

Thank you so much for this lovely person for giving me this idea! I had a lot of fun with it! If y’all have any others, please leave them and I hope you enjoy!🤍🤍 this is probably one of my favorite things I’ve written!

PLEASE READ

Warning: Description of wounds, blood, burns, broken ribs, mention of death, disturbing topics, characters are AGED UP, Angst with a happy ending.

○ Dabi ○

Dabi should have figured nothing would be simple, especially with the League. ‘Just a simple-‘ yeah no that’s not how it EVER goes.

Your quirk was similar to Togas in a way, mostly with vocal changes. You were able to lure people in with your song. They called it Siren. It left your throat raw and cracky but it was worth it. To say the least, your quirk relied on you being able to throat.

“ So you have two sets of vocal cords! Can I try!?” You were patient with Toga, and with everyone. Toya never said anything about it, but just ever so lightly grinned.

“Jeez leave ‘em alone will ya?”

You were nice to be around, not annoying or too loud. You also threw it right back at Toya anytime he tried to comment on something you did. But you also called others out of their shit.

“I could always just make you walk to me ya know.” You sighed. Arms slug over his shoulders as the two of you dance to some shitty song you were playing on your phone. Each of you shared an airpod.

“You’d lose your vocal cords if you do.” He tightened his hold on you.

• Injury •

“Dabi” your voice was strained, bubbly as you choked on spit, air, and blood. Burns encased your neck with no particular pattern. Meaning someone was aiming for your throat or head area with a fire-like quirk. Your mouth was sputtering blood. “D-Dabi”. Your body had collided hard with a wall, likely causing a broken rib or hopefully, just some intense bruising. Burns and sizzling skin covered your neck, jaw, and upper chest. Drops of blood slide down to mingle with your charred clothes.

Toya sees red, grating his teeth as he watches a shifted Toga sprint to your side. Her face turned worried, as she touched your shoulders.

Toya knows in the back of his mind it was likely to happen, that the so-called heroes would go for your ‘weak point’ - he would too. But that doesn’t stop him from seeing red. Someone hurt you.

Toya has a small family, and it is the League and you. And you just got injured.

If he notices it was Endeavor that caused this. He’s lost way too far in rage to be consolable.

Blue, complete blue and he doesn’t give a shit who’s caught in the crossfire.

“Why do you destroy everything good? Do you get off on it? By destroying our family.” He’s yelling outputs but no one can hear him due to the sound sod cracking fire.

• Weeks Later •

When you turn your head to face Dabi, your fingers reach out toward his own. His jacket lays crumbled by your face. Something you kept snuggling into m, breathing in the Smokey sent.

“I don’t have to get staples, do I?” You asked, peering out of the black fabric

It causes Dabi to grin. “Not yet doll didn't earn them”

“Thank f-“ you started coughing, your voice straining hard. Davis holding your hand in both of his.

“Take it easy doll.”

• Recovery •

Dabi lets you practice your quirk on him. You have to retrain it a bit after the damage caused by the fire. Though you sometimes wish he wouldn’t let you practice on him, it lets him see you struggle and fail. It angers you. But he’s always there to calm you down.

“Breath doll.”

Dabi allows you to call him, aiming in your wobbly voice to lure him over to you. Allowing you to kiss his lips before you completely let control go. He’ll hold you from behind, sometimes lifting you and saying “C’mon on doll, get out of this.” You have to sing to take it over, causing his body to relax and let you go. Dabi will barely agitate his quirk, giving you the chance to try and Solti him into a dull state of mind to have him stop. tell

“Getting a better doll.”

○ Izuku ○

• Injury •

You were both so close to finishing this damn chase. It had gone on long enough. Your legs sprung you forward, past Izuku as you used more of your strength in your jump. Your target only an arms length away.

“Come on ZuZu!” You yelled out, adding your final stretch.

Izuku lost sight of you for only a minute. His chest burned as he pushed himself farther. He didn’t always like the fact you could go faster than him (your quirk), it made him nervous sometimes. What he if wasn't there in case you needed-

Your screams pierced the air. They were terrifying, bloodcurdling, and horrible. Izuku could feel his breakfast cuddle in his stomach. He felt how is heart momentarily stopped and his lung squeeze. How every breath felt hundred time more Labor-sum and sink into his chest. With his final stretch into the ally you disappeared into, he find you and the target on the ground. The target was more than likely knocked out, seeming motionless. But Izuku could care less. He watched in horror as your body contorted, back arching as your feet pressed into the ground. Your bare fingers attached into the dirty ground. A heavy line of tears rolled down the side of your face, your eyes rolled back. Izuku fell to your side, grabbing your body tightly.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

Your body shook in his hands, you yell for stops and no’s continuing.

• Reaction •

People questioned where the top hero disappeared to, a month had gone by with no sign of Deku or his lover. People questioned your and Izuku's friends, asking either out of concern or anger what happened.

People noticed how Bakugou and others seemed to appear in place of Deku and you on patrol routes. When Bakugou's numbers started rising, the world noticed how he wasn’t flaunting it. He didn’t say anything about how he deserved it, he almost seemed angry at the fact he was rising slightly. No word of Deku.

“Dynamight! Dynamight! What happened to Pro Hero Deku?””

“Why don’t you extras mind your damn business for once.”

“Uravity! Can you tell us what happened to Pro Hero Deku and (hero name)”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sure.”

• Healing •

You had seen your work nightmares. Things that have happened or never could, but things that scared you to your core. You never told Izuku what you saw, but you woke up one night screaming ‘Eri’.

Izuku took a month off hero work, only able to because of his friend. When news broke to them about what happened to you, everyone came to your side.

After a month you seemed alright, able to function as you use to. But you and Izuku always did patrols together now, there were no ‘lone’ shifts anymore. Which Izuku didn't mind, he got to spend more time with you and just be with you. Ensure you’re safe.

Nighttime was still a struggle, with instances of Izuku staying awake all night to rub his back. On these nights you slept through the whole night. When he holds you while you sleep as well it seems to help.

“I’m so sorry Izuku.”

“Hey- no everything’s okay.”

Izuku got you a weighted blanket and finding out the pressure seemed to help you too.

When you start going to therapy, Izumi is there for you every step of the way.

○ Katsuki Bakugo ○

People thought Bakugous nickname for you was interesting, Bee. People mostly thought of those cute little honey bees. The fluffy ones people take pictures of when they’re a mid-flower. But that’s not where the name came from,

“Ha!? They're not that quiet. Loudest thing around” ironic coming from him.

Bee is a firework, a loud one that twirls in random directions and lets out a high pitch noise. It grabs people's attention, just like you did his. Plus your quirk. One that allowed kick-up sparks when you ran, allowing you to twist your body in the air in a way most would find disturbing. But not Bakugou, man called you money when he first saw you. And on the news.

“Moving like a damn Monkey.”

You and Bakugou had an interesting relationship. Some would say your love language was aggression. But those people didn’t see you both out of the public eye. That was a different story.

• Injury •

It was just another villain attack, something you had both become desensitized to after your time in U.A. You both had already had your near-death experience before you even graduated. It made every day more sacred that you both were still alive.

Your body lay in a crater, an after-effect of a quirk that blasted you into the sky and casted you back down. Heavy needles had shot through your body, exiting and then being retracted. Ejecting you with something while leaving open gaps in your thighs. You were motionless, wheezing breaths as you felt your limbs become something similar to static. Poison. The villain had injected you with Poison. You likely had broken bones. Ribs. Maybe a skull? Had your quirk not allowing you to twist mid-air You’d be dead. You had to maneuver your spine and legs in a certain way to protect yourself from the fast-coming blow. Accumulating just enough friction to slow yourself down slightly. Your fingertips twitched as you gasped. “K-ka-kat-see” you could feel wetness trail down the sides of your face and drop off the shattered ground. Blood or tears, possibly both. Your shattered body wheezing at even the action.

“Sue-key” your upper teeth cut into your bottom lip as the weight behind your eyes grew. Black spots flitter in and out of your vision. The sky was so blue. So pretty. ‘Kat, be okay.’ You willed yourself to look down though at your body, barely catching the notice of twisted limbs before you were pulled back down by gravity.

When the villain you had been chasing found his way to Bakugou, he knew something went wrong.

“Where are they!?”

“In a ditch slowly dying. You’ll see them soon too!”

Fire, You could see the smoke in the distantanve. Feel the Earth shaking of explosions. If the ringing in your ears wasn't so bad, you could probably hear them.

“You’re going to fucking die!”

The rumble shook your body.

He’s broken. Loosing almost all self-control and restraint as his body propels him into the air. Howitzer Impact. A war-like battle cry rips through his throat. Every emotion he felt, anger and fear, came out in that one moment. Maybe if he were in the city, or with civilians, things would have been different.

Your body physically shook, the pain radiating through every cell. You let out a pained scream, shock fully wearing off.

Katsuki wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he found your mangled body. Maybe 5-8 minutes. He slid into the creator, running on wobbly limbs to your limp body. He lashed his arms out, ridding himself of his gauntlets as you slid to your side.

“Wake up! WAKE THE FUCK UP.”

• Infirmary •

“Suki, please just look at me.” Your shaking hand reached for his face, palm cuppings his cheek. Surgery had gone well. Healing quirks also came in use.

“You dumbass.” He grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lip. “You could’ve- I would have” you watched tears trail down his face. Your heart shattering.

“But I’m here Kitkat” you quietly whispered. Pulling at the childish nickname as a resort to try and comfort him.

“Damn straight you are Baby,” Kat spoke with his eyes closed.

• Recovery •

Bakugoi allows himself to hold onto you a bit tighter when he’s helping you with walking. Your legs had been pretty much shattered and if it wasn't for your quirk, you would have lost them both… likely your life.

Bakugou is taking the time off every chance he can get to help you with your physical therapy. Cast- Wheelchair to walker to cane.

He picks you up on days they hurt too much.

Putting you on his back one day while you two were shopping. Your light as air to him, so he’s effortlessly picking up.

Katsuki takes over your patrols for the coming months. Refusing to let you go back even after the wounds had healed

“Kit, I’m okay. Doctors said so”

“So what?”

“So I’m okay to go back to patrol.”

“No, I’ll tell you when you are ready, and you're not”

Doesn’t mean to come off rude and controlling, but it’s kinda how it happens. You know better tho, with the slight gloss in his red eyes.

“Kat-“ your voice is soft, “I can decide when I’m ready to go and I’m ready to go.”

Bakugou would just stare at you, the annoyed look on his face present as he walks up to you grabs your shirt collar, and tugs you towards him. His arms wrap around you as you stand in silence.

“‘M don’t wanna lose you, Bee.”

He talks into your hair since he can’t talk to you face-to-face when he’s being vulnerable

“Please stay home, just for a day or two more.”

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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 12]

Alternate Dimension AU TW: Language, Light Alcohol, Attempted Kidnapping, CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here] Genre: Drama, Action, Angst, Light Comedy Pairing: Batfamily & Batsis!Reader, OC x Reader YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 9.9K

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Notes: Not my inner Jason Todd fan coming out in this one lmfao

Disclaimer: This series is originally by @fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)

2009

“(Y/N), this is Jason, he’ll be staying with us for a while.” Your father told you this one day. A boy stood behind him, and you could see the trouble behind his eyes. Or maybe it was more of the way he looked down on you, sure he was a head or two taller but that doesn’t mean he could act that way, or at least that’s what your mom always told you, don’t let people look down on you for being you. So, you matched his ego, as best as a child could at least.

“Isn’t this the boy who tried to steal your tires?” You asked him.

“Hey,” the boy snarked.

“Be nice,” your father said sternly. Your’s and Jason’s mouths zipped shut. Bruce looked between you both. “Jason, Alfred will show you to your room, (Y/N), behave.” His voice, although stern, had a warm familiarity to it, one that threw Jason for a loop. Then, Bruce marched off to his office to do whatever Wayne work he needed, leaving you and Jason behind.

“And who are you supposed to be?” You huffed with your arms crossed. Jason only stuck his tongue out toward you and walked over to follow Alfred up the stairs. You, now fuming, followed after him. “Hey! I asked you a question!” You demanded an answer.

“He’s the new Robin, Miss (Y/N),” Alfred explains.

“New one? What happened to Dick?”

“He’s spending more time with the Titans,” Alfred explains. “Now, your father expects you to get along with Master Todd, or to at least be civil with him,” Alfred implores.

“Father?!” Jason gasps.

“Get along?!” You two clearly had different priorities.

“Yes, now, go, Miss (Y/N), make sure Master Todd is comfortable,” Alfred says before walking off. “And, before you say anything, I will know if you ignore him,” he says and you pouted in response.

“Fine,” you grumbled while dragging the dufflebags in.

“I can do it myself,” Jason took them from your grasp and hauled them in.

“Alfred told me to help!”

“I don’t need help!”

“I don’t care! You haven’t seen Alfred when you don’t listen!” You grabbed the other bag. “Geez, what’s in here? Rocks?”

“None of your business!” Jason pulls that one in too and pushes you out of his room, shutting the door once you are out, but it was timed wrong, and the door hit the back of your head harshly. Your eyes blacked out for a second, and your vision didn’t come back until you were on the floor.

“Ow!” You winced loudly and glared behind you, but the door remained closed. You looked down at the floor, tears pooling in your eyes. “You’re such a meanie, I’m gonna tell dad,” you sniffled before running off.

Though, if you had decided to look back just a bit longer, you would’ve seen that Jason opened the door as soon as he heard you shout, and was already a foot out the door to check if you were okay before you ran off.

“Geez, she’s such a spoiled baby,” Jason huffs. If you ran off like that, you’d be fine. He told himself this as he walked back into his room to unpack, and he told himself this as he kept unpacking, but the more he told himself the more worried he got. “Ugh, I hate it here already,” he walked out, wandering the halls of Wayne Manor. He didn’t even know where to start, though. He’d just arrived here today and now he’s on some goosechase to find his whatever’s daughter. “Hey, uh… (Y/N)? Where are you?” He calls absently. “You okay?” He listened closely, trying to see if he could hear you anywhere. He’s always wanted a little sister, but now that there was one in front of him he’s not too sure, he didn’t know they would be so… whiny. Then, luckily for him, he heard your voice in one of the rooms and he followed it before opening the door carefully and only a little. You were standing in front of a telephone, your back to the door and both hands holding it while you spoke to someone on the phone.

“Hello, I am calling from the Batcave, can you hand the phone to Nightwing please?” You rocked on your heels, standing atop a dangrous pile of books that wobbled every time you did so. “Hi, Dick, when are you coming home?” You asked quietly. Jason couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation. “He’s mean…” your voice was so fragile. “Dad and Alfred told me to be nice, but I don’t think he likes me.” You waited for a bit, probably listening to Dick. “I know we just met, but it wasn’t like this when we met… what do you mean it was exactly like this? Nuh uh! At least you were trying, I was the one being mean then but I know better now… well, yeah, I know not everyone can be like you! But… I miss you, come home soon, okay?” You waited for a bit again. “Okay. I’ll be nice to him, I promise. Bye bye,” you hung up the phone, leaning forward slightly to reach where you were supposed to but it back and, just as Jason thought, the books slipped under you, and he was running inside faster than he could think, catching you by the shoulders before you could fall forward and slam your head on the desk.

“Geez, (Y/N), you’re just asking to get hurt!” He shouts.

“Nuh uh!”

“Why did you think that was safe anyway?!” He places you on the ground and you zip your mouth shut.

“My older brother says that if I can’t say anything nice then I shouldn’t say anything at all,” you shook your head.

“Hello? I just saved your life!”

“You should’ve just let me fall so the front part of my brain gets smushed too!”

“You’re such a brat!”

“You’re a jerk!”

“I don’t even know what I was thinking coming here to check on you!”

“Me neither!”

“Fine, I’m leaving!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” Jason leaves first and you jump on the couch. A few seconds later, the door cracks open just slightly.

“How does the back of your head feel?” Jason asks without walking in.

“Alfred put ice on it earlier, it’s okay… I told him I fell down the stairs,” you said quietly and you heard Jason laugh outside, but quickly he stopped.

“Did you tell Bruce?”

“… no.” And you had no intention of actually telling him either.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

~

2022

“Alright, exam 2,” you clapped your hands together and looked among the crowd of students. “As you’ve all known, this is a mock hunt. Behind me is a controlled part of the woods and standing along the perimeter of the circle are various other knights to make sure you don’t get lost and bigger monsters don’t come in. To pass exam 2 and to enter the Knighthood, you must return with a specific beast, alive or dead is up to you. Right now, Marion is handing out tile cards with the beast you are to find,” as you instructed this, Damian took the circular card from Marion and flipped it over. Behind it looked to be a fox-like creature with antennae on it’s head and between its ears. “Does everyone have a card? Okay then, go!” You blew the whistle and the teens rushed past you and into the forest, all of them running for a head start on the competition, while Damian stayed behind. You looked at him in a way to ask what the hold up was.

“Just letting them have a chance first,” he says.

“Wow, so chilvalrous,” you chuckled.

“Alright, I think even Niers caught something by now,” he rolls his shoulders back and sports a confident smirk.

“Niers? Oh, baby brother’s making friends now, huh?”

“Friends might be pushing it but if I’m planning on staying here for a while I’d might as well get close to some people.”

“Right… huh?” Your smile falls and you turn to him, but he was already running off into the forest. Staying? Oh no. No, no, he can’t stay here, not when he has a life set up for him in Gotham already.

“Whoa, you look worried,” Carter walks up to you and hands you a water bottle.

“I think Damian wants to stay here with me,” you muttered.

“Is that so bad?”

“Yeah, very.”

“Why? You two seem really close, everyone’s talking about how quickly he ran through the first exam, and I’m pretty sure he’s about to ace this one too, he’ll be a good addition.”

“He’s a teenager, Carter.”

“So are all of them,” he nods toward the forest.

“He has a good thing going for him in 617.”

“So did you.”

“But… argh,” you groaned and dragged a hand down your face. “They’re looking for him right now, I bet. Our family.”

“And they won’t find him,” Carter shakes his head. “They don’t have the tech.”

“I know that, but… I don’t know, I just have this weird nagging feeling that there’s this big picture that we’re both missing, you know?” You bit the tip of your thumb, but eventually you shook it off. “Whatever, we’ll just wait for the recruits to come back,” you dismissed the notion, but Carter wasn’t too convinced. You could tell from the way he shifted his weight onto one leg and about the wary glance he gave you but, with multiple easrs listening, he knew not to say anything more.

~

2010

Your feet rocked back and forth, peeking from behind the curtain to see who was in the crowd. You really didn’t expect much though, your dad was always busy at this time, your mom too, Dick was always preoccupied with the Titans nowadays, and even Alfred had a family event to go to.

Then again, there was Jason. But he wasn’t really interested in anything you did, he was more focused on whatever it was that Robins did, always sticking around by your dad, always training, and even when he wasn’t you didn’t want to bother him since it was so rare he’d get a day off anyway. Plus, he was probably patrolling tonight with your dad, so you didn’t even bother to ask him.

But, it would’ve been nice if even one of your family members showed up today. You felt a wave of stage fright wash over you when you looked at the piano, a small hobby you’d picked up when you heard your dad listening to a piano album in his office one day, and you were as enchanted by it as he was. When you expressed interest in it he was quick to find you a tutor so you could excel, and you were always grateful for that. If only he had the time to see the result, though. You couldn’t be upset, though.

It was kind of cool, having your dad be a superhero, that is, it just wasn’t cool that you couldn’t brag about it at all. And it was even cooler that your brothers were as fantastic as they were, you’d always watch with silent awe whenever they’d train and you’d always cry when one of them would come home hurt, and every time your dad promised you that they would return home alive. At your age, maybe, you just couldn’t fathom the idea of them not coming home at all.

“(Y/N) Wayne, Tchaikovsky’s Valse Sentimentale,” your tutor announces. You walked onto the stage carefully, ignoring the stares as you did so, but soon you had to turn to the audience, not because you had to, no, but because of the commotion you heard suddenly. The door opened quickly and someone rushed in, obviously disheveled and patting the stray hairs down while he smoothened out his suit.

“Sorry, sorry, excuse me,” Jason ducked his head and walked quickly down the aisle, he walks in front of a few people. And you felt your heart soar. He came, he came to see your recital, and as soon as he was situated, he waved at you and shot you a thumbs up, and you grinned at him, curtseying quickly before sitting at the piano bench. Your hands rested on top of the keys and you took a deep breath before starting the song.

Now that you thought about it, while your hands moved across the piano in a way that was impressive for your age, every time you practiced this song Jason was in the room with you. As soon as you’d enter he’d follow after you, say something to tease you and get your riled up, before disappearing for a moment, only to come back soon after with a book in his hands while you practiced. And every time he saw you focused on a piece he’d never say anything, he’d only ever chime up after he noticed you taking a break, and once you fell back into your practice he’d stop again. But he was there. And you never really thought about it until now, as he watched among this crowd of strangers. He’s probably heard this melody enough times to know how to play it himself, and still every quick look at him showed you that he was as impressed as the rest of the audience.

And when you finished the piece, his cheers were the loudest. As soon as you hit the last chord he was out of his seat cheering for you, and sure, it was embarrassing, his voice seemed to bounce off the stage, but it made your whole chest fill with warmth. You stood up from the bench and curtseyed again before walking backstage.

“(Y/N)! Over here!” Jason was quick to follow you and your tutor noticed the interaction.

“Oh! He’s my brother,” you pointed him out and the tutor nodded.

“Here, I gotcha something, kiddo,” Jason pulled out a pink rose and handed it to you. “I saw someone giving them out in front of the auditorium, so I figured I’d get one for you,” he says. Then he pulls out another one. “And this one’s from Dick, he couldn’t make it, but he told me to get one for him,” he says.

“Thanks, Jay,” you smiled. You looked behind him.

“Bruce isn’t here,” he says. “Something came up,” he quickly adds.

“That’s okay, I figured dad wasn’t going to come anyway,” you shrugged and held onto the two roses tightly. “Thank you for coming! You didn’t have to.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course, you didn’t even invite me,” he says sarcastically.

“I didn’t think you’d want to come,” you frowned. Jason hesitates and takes a deep breath before he rubs the top of your head with a playful roughness. “Hey! It took forever to do that!”

“Of course I want to come! You’re my little sister!” He says and you inhale sharply.

“I’m your what?” You asked him quietly. For a year now you’d been trying to get closer to him, for a year you’ve spent time with him whenever you could and whenever he didn’t chase you out of his room, just because you didn’t want him to feel alone in that big wide mansion. You didn’t want him to feel the same loneliness you felt. And just now, at this moment, you felt seen. You’d considered Jason a brother the day you met him, your father was never the kind to just bring anyone in, and being together this long only solidified that bond in your head, but never did you hear Jason acknowledge it until now.

“Aw, geez, don’t make me say it again,” Jason’s cheeks dust with a light pink and you smiled, a real one this time that even reached your eyes. Jason side eyed you and sighed. “I didn’t think I even needed to say it, you’re my sister,” he repeats. “And, I’m here to fulfill older brother duties, so why don’t we go grab ice cream?” A mischievous smirk rises on his face and you gave him a confident nod.

“Yes! Definitely!” You were almost too excited. You’d always seen your friends go out with their families after school and you always had that secret hope that one day you’d see your dad come out of the car instead of Alfred, and when Dick moved in you had hoped he’d be the same, and sure sometimes your mom picked you up but she was never the kind to take you around Gotham, nor was it even safe to do so, but now? After your recital? This is like a dream come true!

“Good, I know a place,” Jason pulls your coat out of his backpack and wraps it around your shoulders. “Just hold onto me, yeah? Just in case.”

“Yes!” You pushed your arms through the sleeves and followed close behind him out of the auditorium.

Maybe you did take Jason for granted sometimes, you weren’t really being fair to him sometimes. There would be days you’d compare him to Dick, but that wasn’t something you should have done. They were two different people, you knew that. Dick, he’s a good brother, but when it comes to being in a team and a leader he had to put the Titans first and you understood that even if you wished he chose you instead. Jason, now that you really thought of it, he always put you first. He came here today, and you knew that he didn’t have to. You could see his very poor attempts at hiding the bruises on his hands and arms while you held his hand to walk across the street, you saw the way his face winced when you first grabbed onto it. Even the suit he wore had mud caked on the bottom of the trousers that was messily wiped off.

After that day, Jason seemed to be the one to pick you up more often than Alfred. No matter how beat up he would get, or how busy patrol was, ice cream after school was a must.

~

2022

So you all waited, each knight staring into the woods with bated breath. And as the hour passed with small talk and careful glances, it was only natural that everyone grew tense.

“The recruits should be running back by now,” you looked at your watch. Carter leans in toward you, checking the time as well.

“Yeah, just about,” he agrees.

“Damian should’ve been here by now,” you added quickly after. Sure, he was in new territory, but you knew him well enough to know that he would’ve adapted quickly so… where is he? “Actually, where is anyone?” You asked.

“It’s a little too quiet,” Carter looks into the woods. You pulled your phone out and Dailed Alex’s number, it took a while before it finally connected.

“(Y/N), we might have a problem.” And that was enough to get you to charge in.

“Cap! Wait! We can’t just interfere!” Carter called after you. He looked to the other knights behind him and rubbed his head harshly. “Henry! You’re in charge, if any of the recruits come back tell them to wait out here,” Carter ran after you as soon as Henry nodded.

“Tell me the situation, Alex!” You said.

“High level beast, knocked out a few of our guys already, I don’t know the full details yet but I’m en route too.”

“Have you seen Damian?!”

“No, I’ve been keeping an eye out for him too.”

“Dammit,” your eyes were scanning the area constantly. “Damn,” you skid to a stop just as a daemon charged past you and bang it quickly fell to the ground with a bullet wound shot through. Carter took this chance to catch up with you, handing you the rifle and urging you to keep running.

“That definitely shouldn’t have been here,” you watched the daemon struggle one last time before stilling completely. “Damian?!” There was no response. You knew he could handle himself, usually, but that anxiety you had for your siblings never went away. The way your heart would clench at the thought of either of them getting hurt, either of them getting abandoned, it terrified you. And the monsters here are so different from the ones in Gotham. At least in Gotham they talk, here they just kill. No rhyme, no reason, just horror.

And you just sent your brother out here to get one of them. Stupid. He barely knows how any of this world works.

Becoming an older sibling was something you never really thought about, it came naturally to you according to Tim and according to Dick you were perfect at it. But never did it stop that fear. Whatever fear you had for your older brothers, the way it increased ten-fold after what happened to Jason, and the way it grew when you saw the first Robin who was younger than you… how the hell did those two do it. At least you knew Tim and the others could handle themselves, but what about you?

You who could hardly defend yourself, you who would call them straight home just to help you with something as mundane as getting rid of a spider, for all you knew they could have been fighting some intergalactic monster and then there you were, at home and safe.

And now here you were, aiming your rifle at the daemon twice your size. Oh, how Dick would have a heart attack if he saw you now, and how Jason would cry. Even seeing the way Damian’s shock manifested was enough to make your heart heavy once again.

The sister they once knew was gone, and only you remained.

~

2012

“Dad?” You walked into the bat cave, your hands automatically rubbed your arms up and down. Would it kill him to put a heater down here?

“What is it, (Y/N)?” He was at the bat computer, neither looking at you and just barely acknowledging you. You kicked at nothing in particular.

“Where’s Jason?” Your question cut through the silence of the cave. You were used to your brothers being gone for a good chunk of time, and usually they told you an approximate time of when they’d be back. And this was no exception, right before Jason had left he had told you he’d be back in a week tops, he even promised it. He promised because there was a book signing that you both wanted to go to, to be honest you hadn’t even heard of the author, you just wanted to do something with him, anything. He’s just been so busy, in and out with missions and always off doing something that you couldn’t follow him into. But it’s been a month now. Whenever the missions would run long you’d usually get a postcard or a call from them, but it’s been silent on his end. He wasn’t picking up his phone or answering your texts. Alfred only eyed you warily before turning to your father.

“You have to tell her eventually,” he says quietly. His voice, however, echoed around you. Your father stayed still. Was his breath actually shaking? 

“Tell me what?” You took a shaky step toward him. Your father, however, remained silent. 

“Master Bruce,” Alfred says again. “He’s her brother as much as he is your son,” he says. He stands up and removes his mask so you could see him completely. It was amazing, as soon as the mask came off, there was your father. He walked to you slowly and put a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t…” his voice was choked up. “I don’t expect you to understand this yet, (Y/N),” he says.

“Where is my brother?” You asked him again. By now, you were fully aware of what your father and your siblings did at night. You always had an idea from what they’d tell you, and it was only recently that you heard the details. You had found out on accident, actually, when Jason tumbled in late one night into your room on accident. He miscounted the windows, his room was right next to yours, after all, and that night you happened to be up late watching a TV Show, so imagine your surprise when your brother landed beaten on your rug. You knew that what they did was dangerous. But you trusted your father enough to keep them safe until the end, he always did, he promised you he would. But his silence scared you.

“I think… Dick would’ve been better at telling you this,” he sighed and dragged a tired hand down his face until it covered his mouth. He looked to Alfred, who only shook his head. “Jason’s dead, (Y/N).” He was always so blunt, but something about what he said terrified you.

“Master Bruce, at least try to be more gentle with your words,” Alfred says. Bruce held his hand up to stop him.

“She deserves to know the truth,” Bruce says. “She was closer to him than I ever could be.”

“The relationship between siblings is far different than the relationship between father and son,” Alfred shakes his head.

“Did I hear you wrong?” You asked, your own voice was wavering. Bruce reached out to you again and his hands held onto your shoulders awkwardly, then his hands came down in front of him instead. It was a solemn sight, one you weren’t used to seeing on him.

“No, (Y/N), you heard me right. His body should be flying in by tomorrow,” he says. You shook your head again. Why did he sound like that? Why did he sound so… heartless?

“You promised.”

“I know I did!” His voice roared and you stepped further away from him. “(Y/N), I’m sorry.”

“No, no… it’s…” you stopped the words before they came out. It’s your fault. You wanted to tell him that so badly, but just by seeing the way he was now, you knew the truth, or at least you hoped you did. He wouldn’t have let Jason die, he wasn’t a monster. “I’m gonna go.”

“Where? It’s late, (Y/N).”

“Mom’s.”

“It’s dangerous in that neighborhood at this time.”

“I don’t… I can’t be here right now, dad,” you shook your head and, before your father could say anything more, you turned around and left the cave.

“Miss (Y/N), please, stay tonight, you can go to your mother in the morning,” Alfred was the one to follow you, why wasn’t it your dad?

“I don’t want to be here right now,” you pulled your jacket from the coat rack.

“I know it’s hard, Miss (Y/N), but no one can protect you right now,” Alfred insists. No one? At all? Dick’s busy, you know that, and you know he doesn’t like coming home anymore, but your dad is sitting at the computer right now not doing anything as far as you know. “Miss (Y/N), Jason wouldn’t want you to act this way.”

“Well, he’s not here to tell me that anymore, is he?” You rubbed the tears out of your eyes before they had a chance to roll down your face.

“(Y/N),” Alfred calls to you again, more stern this time, and you pivoted on your heel.

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay?!” You burst. Alfred only sighs and hands you your scarf.

“At least stay safe on your way there, I’ll drive you to your mothers,” he says. “It’s dangerous for a young girl such as yourself to be walking alone in Gotham,” he implores. You looked at your hands. Pristine. Near perfect. And whenever you thought about Jason’s, whenever you would hold onto his hands when you were younger, you never thought about how rough they were compared to yours.

“Okay, Alfred,” you wrapped the scarf around your neck. You were young, but you were no stranger to death. It seemed to surround this family. Your father’s enemies, Dick’s parents, and now Jason. You hated to admit that death was as much a part of this family as you were. “Thanks, Alfred,” you followed him out. You didn’t want to think about it. Because no matter how bad things got, Jason always came home. And now you have to deal with the new reality that the last memory you had of him was his back, because you were too tired to wake up properly to say goodbye.

Goodbye. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. You wonder what his last thoughts were.

~

2022

Damian, meanwhile, was occupied.

“Niers! Duck!” Damian shouts. As soon as Niers bows his head, Damian pulled the knife from his belt and flung it at the beast who towered over him. And the beast roared, louder than before, it shook the forest around it and it instilled fear into the all the recruits who had bound together. It’s eyes were crazed, bloodshot, and frantically searching the group for whatever. As soon as the larger monsters came out, all of the recruits were quick to regroup, something about strength in numbers. But that plan backfired because now an impenetrable fear shook the group, and it debilitated everyone except for the one who has seen much worse.

“Where are the Knights? They should be here by now!” Retta’s hands dug through her hair and Damian watched her carefully. Sometimes, he forgot that it wasn’t normal for him to be used to these situations. Whatever frustration he felt from this huge group not being able to find it in themselves to step up to action he tried to push down. The beast snarled, staring into Damian’s eyes and locking him into a face off.

Damian takes a deep breath, it wasn’t moving, it was almost like it was studying him the same way he studied it.

“Hugo, hand me your sword,” Damian says quietly. Hugo was still. “Hugo, give it to me.”

“It’s mine, I can’t,” Hugo says.

“Do you want to die?” He hisses. Hugo flinches and, with some hesitation, hands him the sword. Damian takes a step closer to the beast and it growls, causing him to flinch back for a moment before regaining his composure. Slowly, now, he approached the monster. Just moments ago it was on a rampage, striking fear into the recruits and even injuring a few in its rage, but now it was still, the commotion had died down, and the beast had been in a guarded stance since then.

And then it roared. It roared and charged the group. And Damian held the sword up, ready to strike, but he didn’t get the chance. Not when the array of magic circles surrounded the monster and the bang of a shotgun rang out. The bullet lodged into the beast’s shoulder and the magic circles kept it in place.

“Recruits! Fall back!” Your voice was commanding, but it was a welcome sound to the teens who had seen a true monster for the first time.

“Follow me!” Carter’s voice was next, sword at the ready just in case. “How long can you hold it, Xander?” Carter turns to Alex, who was too focused to respond. Alex’s hands shook as he brought them together, bringing the magic circles surrounding the creature closer to bridge the gaps.

“Just go, we’ll follow close behind,” you answered for him, reloading the shotgun and holding it up.

“Sister, wait!” Damian shouted before you could take the shot. “It’s not dangerous! It’s just scared!” Damian shouts. You looked at him, and you took a deep breath, then you brought your finger to your lips as if to tell him to be quiet. So Damian shut his mouth.

“Monster’s feel no emotions, Damian,” you said loudly to negate his previous statement in front of the other teens. “Fall back with the rest,” you aimed your rifle again, noticably hitting a nonvital spot. Damian nodded and followed the others away from the scene.

“I can’t hold it for long, (Y/N),” Alex says.

“I know, just give me enough time to look at it,” you answered. You slung the rifle across your back and approached the beast, and soon it stopped struggling. It stared at you and you looked around for any sort of identification and… bingo. The dog tags were near hidden by the beast’s fur but you could just barely make out the writing on it. MM-93. “Okay, break!” You backed up and Alex separated his hands, causing the magic circles to separate entirely before dissapating. The beast breathes heavily, staring at you intently, before whimpering, turning around, and leaving.

“Damian figured it out fast.”

“He’s a bright kid, that one,” you huffed.

“Let’s head back, we’ll tell them that the beast as subdued,” Alex catches his breath.

“Should I just pity induct them all in?” You asked.

“That seems rather unfair,” Alex shakes his head. “We’ll review the footage of the test and go off of that.”

“How the hell did it get close anyway? Who’s in charge of this sector?” You asked him, keeping your guard up in case more daemons were around.

“I was,” Alex answered quietly. You shot him a worried look.

“Losing your touch so soon?” You tried to joke.

“Somehow, it slipped through my radar, nothing can do that,” Alex responds. “Whatever it is, whoever they are, they’re getting smarter,” Alex was on edge. “What’s your theory, (Y/N)?”

“I know they’re human, and that’s about it. Mixing human and beast DNA, it’s…” you couldn’t find the right word for it.

“You don’t need to say it,” Alex shakes his head. “The one we have in captivity right now, I know you went to see it earlier, how’s its progress?”

“Slow, it’s been near impossible to get any samples from it,” you shook your head.

“And its identity?”

“Unknown,” you shook your head. “We’ll discover more later,” you nodded, ending the subject as you and Alex left the woods.

“Recruits, good job,” you said after mustering a confident facade. “There was an unforseen circumstance, and you responded well. Usually many people would run away and think only of themselves, but instead you came together, and that thinking is commendable. We’ll review the scouter’s notes and whatever footage we have to grade all of you equally since we were unable to fully complete the test, return home until then, you’ll hear from us soon,” you instructed. But the air was still tense. “The beast has been taken care of, carefully,” you finally said, and some people seemed relieved while others seemed skeptical. Regardless, they slowly dispersed, except for a small group that had found their way to your kid brother.

“You should talk to them,” Carter urges.

“Yeah, yeah,” you handed him your rifle and approached the group. “So why are you all hanging around?” You asked. For the most part they seemed awestruck that you were even looking at them.

“I believe they’re big fans of yours, sister,” Damian says with a snarky tone.

“I still can’t believe your sister is the Captain Wayne,” Lowen whispers.

“What? Want an autograph?” You joked.

“Could you?” Retta’s eyes shone. You didn’t think they were serious, but when they pulled out pieces of paper you were surprised, hell, you never even did this in your last universe.

“Uh… sure?” You took a pen and scribbled a messy signature on all of them. “I’m sorry about that scare earlier, our job is to control the testing environment and yet multiple high-level beasts found their way in, it’s good that you’re all uninjured,” you said.

“Damian was cooler though!” Niers chimes in. “He was ready to fight the daemon before you all showed up!”

“Was he now? I believe it,” you nodded. “Actually, now that I’m really looking at you all, you’re staying in the dormitories, right?”

“How’d you know?” Luciana asks.

“Well, I am close with your siblings,” you smiled. “And you’ve all been grouped together since Academy days so I know of your faces,” you nodded. “Except for you, Hugo, new addition?” You turned to Retta.

“Uh, ah,” she stammers. “Yeah! New addition,” she brings him closer to the group.

“Good on you all then, I’ll just grab Damian,” your hand habitually rubs the top of his head and he glares at you.

“Don’t embarrass me, sister.”

“Oh, please, it’s part of the job description,” you grinned. “Go then, don’t let us hold you up,” you urged the group to disperse and, once they did, your expression fell.

“You’re smart for that,” Damian says.

“For what?”

“Alleviating the mood,” he says.

“Of course, it was an error on our part, we can’t have them shaken up for something they’re not responsible for. Plus, we don’t want people thinking the Guard has lost their touch,” you said. Alex and Carter make their way over to the two of you. “We’re heading back, I have a lot to train this one for if he’s going to be staying awhile,” you said.

“Naturally, Captain, we’ll handle things here,” Alex reassures you.

“Leave the report on my desk, I’ll handle it tomorrow,” you nodded. “Damian, let’s go, I’m about to crash course you on everything you need to know to make it here.”

“Right…” Damian nods. “I’m ready.”

~

2015

The mask was still stuffy no matter how often he wore it. But, if it kept his identity a secret the best, then it would have to do. With vigilant eyes and ears, he stood above Gotham city. It was almost the exact same as when he left, and that was a problem. One he would have to deal with himself if Bruce couldn’t. But, amidst the grumbles and schemes, there was one voice that seemed to echo above the others.

“Do you even know who I am?!” That voice stopped Jason dead in his tracks. He looked around him. No, how could this be possible? “Aw, hell, I didn’t think I’d ever use that line,” the voice slurred. Jason ran toward that voice and immediately saw you. You were trying to tug your arm away from whoever was holding it. “Get your… Get your hands off of me, asshole,” you tried to yank it again, but your drunk stupor hindered you. Jason turned away, he had things to do, important things. Besides… he was sure Dick would’ve come running to help you.

But that didn’t stop him from watching from a distance. Why weren’t you fighting back? Where’s Dick? Or anyone? Were you out alone? Hell… wait. Jason did the math in his head and, once it clicked, he was behind you and the stranger in moments. You had completely passed out while the man tried to lug you along with him, but he stopped his movements when he heard the click of a gun behind him.

“Who the fuck?��� The man turns around and Jason didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. “Fuck you, who do you think you are? Do you know who I am?” The man shouts while he clasps his side. Jason paid no mind, instead he hauled you over his shoulder. “Fine, take the bitch for-” Jason only responded by kicking him against the wall before continuing out of the alley. He adjusted you enough that you were slumped against his back, holding onto the back of your knees securely while your arms hung loosely over his shoulders. Then, as if this wasn’t enough, he suddenly felt you sniff his shoulder.

“(Y/N), are you kidding me?!” Jason nearly drops you.

“Ooh… you know who I am too?” You asked. “Mm… Sauvage Men’s Cologne, I didn’t know vigilantes cared for what they smelled like,” your words were laced together.

“Well, I didn’t know daughters of billionaires just went around barhopping when they’re underage.”

“I’m not underage!”

“Yes you are!”

“How would you know?” He felt your glare, but he just shook his head and you knocked against his helmet.

“Why not take this off? Isn’t it stuffy?” You asked.

“No.”

“Ugh, you’re stubborn,” you rocked back and forth and Jason nearly lost his balance. “You know what? Now that I say that, I only knew one other person who wore Sauvage!”

“Yeah, yeah-”

“But I always told Jason that it made him smell old,” you laughed.

“It did not!”

“Oh! You know Jason too then?” You pulled your phone out and held it in front of his face.

“Jesus, (Y/N),” Jason groans.

“Look, look, this is me and my brother, like, three years ago,” you showed him a picture of the two of you. Jason’s shoulders relaxed now, he hadn’t seen that picture for a while. It was taken by Dick at one of the galas, you’d somehow pranked him by shoving his face into cake and, while he was not amused in any way, you laughed until you couldn’t breathe. “Wait, sorry, that’s a shitty picture of us, I swear I have nicer ones,” you tried to scroll through your phone, but the more pictures you went through the more embarrassing they got.

“Why the hell do you have so many pictures of m— of him?” He asks.

“Why not? He’s my brother.”

“Was.”

“Is,” you corrected him. “Death doesn’t separate people, people do,” you knocked your head against his shoulder. Then he heard you snoring. Jason groaned again and readjusted you along his back, he didn’t even know where to take you, really, he just couldn’t leave you there. Imagine this sight, the Red fucking Hood carrying (Y/N) Wayne to god knows where. He wasn’t stupid enough to just drop you off at the manor but…

He instead found himself struggling up the fire escape of a much too tall apartment complex. Six flights in, he paused and took a deep breath.

“The shit I do for you, (Y/N),” he curses and presses on until he reaches the top floor. He bends down to set you on the patio bench, but somehow you found a way to cling onto him. “Come on, (Y/N), let go.”

“Jay?” Your voice slurred. “Your finally home, that’s good,” you spoke to yourself mainly.

“I’m not Jason.”

“I know,” you muttered while Jason tried to put you down again. “But you remind me of him, so let me just pretend, okay?” You yawned.

“Jason Todd’s dead,” he says harshly. “Let go, (Y/N),” he pulls you off of him and stretches his aching back. He sits down at the other bench and your eyes remained closed. “What… what would you do if he was still alive?”

“Smack him.”

“Why?!” Jason’s head whipped toward you.

“Fucker missed my recital… it wasn’t even worth playing the piano anymore,” you adjusted yourself so you were comfortable.

“You love playing the piano,” he said softly.

“I loved spending time with him,” you corrected. “Some of the only times I saw him and we weren’t arguing were when I practiced,” you slung your arm over your eyes.

“Did you miss him?”

“Always, he’s my brother,” your voice was slow. “He wouldn’t miss me though.”

“Why do you say that?”

“All I ever did was annoy him,” you tried to sit up, but your spinning head kept you plastered to the chair. “He would always complain about how much of a hassle it was to watch over me, he hated when he had to play babysitter. He always wanted to…” you hesitated, “he always preferred being with my dad. My dad does some cool stuff as a job and Jay always cared about that more, having to do anything with me was a drag for him. So, I miss him, a lot, but I know he’s having the time of his life without me.”

Jason listened carefully to your rant, and at one point, you just quiet, not necessarily expecting a response at all. Your words sunk into a whisper, and soon they became snores. He did miss you. He’d always wanted a little sister, and to him you were the best one he could have ever had. Any chance he got he would brag about you to his teammates. Watching over you was one of his favorite things to do, he could take a break from patrolling, and he could spend time with you. Someone who was fundamentally so different from him. He who grew up on the streets and you who was born with a silver spoon.

“What about your other brother?”

“Dick? Oh... we don’t talk much anymore,” you shook your head.

“What?! Why?”

“He moved,” you shrugged. “And he has his own thing going on, I can’t bother him with dumb stuff like…” you zipped you lips shut.

“Like what?”

“Like changing my tires…” you mumbled. Jason’s shoulders slumped. “Or fixing my faucet, or… or picking me up from a party I didn’t even want to go to… I can’t even call him anymore because he’s so busy, he never answers,” you kept ranting. “And I don’t want to bother him, everyone has their own thing going on, and plus I have Google so I can figure things out, I always do.”

“Aren’t you rich? Why isn’t your dad helping you?”

“Oh, dad doesn’t give a fuck about me,” you laughed. “I renounced the family business for good and now… now it’s like I don’t even exist to him,” you scoffed. “I mean, you saw me, I was way out past midnight with some stranger, and dad never checked up on me once. Even now, I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, but that’s different.”

“How so? You’re still a stranger,” you shrugged. Your phone rang and you looked down at it.

“That your brother?”

“Yeah, Timmy,” you yawned.

“Timmy?”

“Mmhmm…” you declined the call and turned over on your stomach.

“At least answer the phone!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine…” you waved him off. “Good night,” your breathing evened out.

“At least one of us is sleeping soundly,” he leans against the balcony. He glanced at the sun rising over the harbor and he shakes his head. One night wasted, apparently. He makes a move to remove his helmet, but stops as soon as he notices the woman staring right at him.

Selina was frozen in her spot, her glass of water had shattered under her a while ago now. Did she just witness the Red Hood bring her daughter up to her balcony? Apparently so. The Red Hood only turned and left the way he came, but not before writing something down and placing it into your hands. She was outside in seconds, she looked down the fire escape, but the new vigilante was out of sight. Besides that, she moved to you. You were out like a light, but aside from that it didn’t look like you were hurt anywhere. No, if anything, this was the heaviest she’d seen you sleep in a long time. Curiosity got the best of her, though, so she took a look at the note.

‘If you ever need to pretend again.’ And a series of numbers.

~

2022

“Alright, baby, let’s see this,” Jason swings the pocket watch in his hand and cracks it open, taking some time to stare at it’s face. He turned it to the side, looking at the overlapping hands on it, and he was just about to twist the knob when Tim interrupted him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Jason, don’t play with that thing,” Tim snatches it from his hands. “We don’t know what it could do yet or how it works,” he says.

“Okay? And how are we going to figure that out if we just stare at it?” He takes it back.

“Jason, I’m serious, this is the only lead we have on those two, if you break it then we’ll be back to square zero,” Tim grabs the chain.

“Tim, chill out, it’s fine!” Jason strengthens his hold on the watch.

“No! Jason, I have to study this before it breaks!” Tim tugs on it.

“It won’t break!” Jason tugs back.

“It might!”

“It won’t!” And, once Jason tugged it for the last time, a bright light surrounded both of them.

When the light had subsided, both of them collapsed onto the ground, Tim landing hard enough on Jason that the latter slammed his head onto the asphalt. The pocket watch tumbled out of Jason’s hand and landed a few feet away from him broken.

“Ow…” Jason rubbed his head harshly. “Yo, Tim, you good?” Jason pushes himself off of the ground and helps Tim up next.

“Other than a headache, I’m fine… where are we?” Tim rubs his head too before looking around. The two seemed to have landed in an alleyway, the bright skies were pierced by tall buildings with winding fire escapes and various other powerlines and, shockingly, someone zipping above them on a flying skateboard.

“Wherever it is… I’m pretty sure it’s not Gotham,” Jason says after shaking off the initial shock. 

“Aw, hell, Jason, I knew you’d break it!” Tim picks up the pocket watch, the various hands on its face had bent and broken on impact with the ground, and the front of the pocket watch was marred with scratches. Tim swallows harshly, but before he could speak any more a shrill scream behind them caused both of the boys to assume an offensive stance.

“Oh my god!” The woman shouts, trying to tug her purse away from a burglar.

“Ha, basic,” Jason steps forward and punches the burglar square in the jaw, the latter knocking out and dropping the purse in the process, which Tim easily caught and handed back to the woman.

“Are you alright?” Tim asks, but the woman shies away, clutching her purse tighter, and runs off just in time for a whistle to be heard next.

“Hey! You two! Stay right where you are!” The voice shouts next and Jason and Tim turned around just as an officer approached them.

“Right over here, officer,” Jason points at the knocked out criminal, a smug and confident grin on his face.

Only for the officer to handcuff Tim first.

“Excessive violence with probable cause is against the law, young men, you’re coming with me. State your names now,” he makes a move to handcuff Jason next, but he’s quick to move out of the way, although the officer was quicker.

“Don’t tell him our fucking names, Tim!”

“Christ, Jason!”

“Tim and Jason, okay,” the officer scribbles down both names.

“Dammit.”

“Fuck.”

“Follow me, boys, I just have a few questions,” the officer says.

“We can just knock him out and run for it,” Jason whispers to his brother. Tim shakes his head.

“No way, we have to play it safe for now, figure out where we are.”

“I can hear you both, you know,” the officer glances back. Jason groans and Tim elbows him on the side. “We’ll sort things out in the precinct, until then, you have a right to remain silent,” the officer began to list of their rights and Tim could only groan while Jason rolled his eyes.

And when the two were unceremoniously thrown into a cell, they were even more annoyed.

“What kind of fucked up justice system is this that we get punished for helping someone out?” Jason grumbles.

“You dislocated the guy’s jaw,” Tim grimaces.

“We always do shit like that in Gotham.”

“But we’re not in Gotham, Jason,” Tim reminds him. “I have no idea where we are, for all we know we could be in a whole other dimension with no way of going back because you broke the one lead we had!”

“I didn’t break it!”

“You did!”

“We did!” Jason corrects him. Tim just shouts in frustration and buries his head in his hands. “Man… if I was going to get jailed for anything I would’ve hoped it would’ve been for something cooler than punching a thief,” Jason crosses his arms. “Why are you so quiet?”

“I’m trying to find out how I’m going to survive with you of all people.”

“You little shit,” Jason spits.

“I don’t even want to deal with you right now!” Tim’s hands tense up around his head and he takes a calming breath.

“Alright. What’s fucking you up?” Jason crosses his arms and Tim huffs.

“Nothing!” He shakes his head. “Something, maybe.”

“Okay, hit me then,” Jason adjusts so that he could fully face Tim. 

“Figuratively or literally?”

“Whichever one,” Jason shrugs. “You’re taking this whole thing a little too hard, Tim.”

“Don’t you want to find (Y/N) and Damian?”

“Of course, I do! But, Tim, chill out. Nothing will come out of us freaking, and the more time we spend doing that, the more time those two could be stuck somewhere dangerous,” Jason says. “So what is it, Tim? What’s on your mind?”

“It’s just…” he huffs. “I feel like if I didn’t… if I didn’t confront (Y/N) so early on maybe she would have stayed longer is all…” he says quietly. Jason leans back against the wall. “I know it hit all of us hard, when (Y/N) passed away, and when she came back, if that was even her, I don’t know I just…” Tim grabs the pocket watch. “I felt so relieved, like we all had a chance at a do over, but you should have seen the look on her face, Jason, when I asked her,” he says.

“What did she do?”

“She didn’t care,” Tim mutters. “Like… like she’s been back for a while, but she never thought to come back here. And when I did see her here she looked so disappointed, I can’t place it, when I saw her she looked upset not relieved, not happy, not…” he shakes his head. “I don’t know, I keep hearing that you knew her best, what do you think?”

“Me? I knew her best? Try Dick!” Jason’s jaw drops.

“Dick was the one who told me that!” Tim says. “Hell, I thought I knew her best, but even now I wonder why she does certain things and you always have the answer! So, what do you think, Jason? Why wouldn’t she have wanted to come home?”

“Well, was this ever really her home?” He asks.

“Of course it was!”

“I don’t think so,” Jason rocks on the chair now. “Even when I first got there, she’d been there longer than I was and she was still so uncomfortable in the manor,” he shakes his head. “Wanna know what I think? I think we all owe her some sympathy. I wasn’t here for the big fight that happened with her and Bruce, when she renounced being a vigilante, but I do know that that changed everything,” he says. “She already felt alienated in that house before, so putting it out there, maybe, was the final nail in the coffin.”

“That fight…” Tim mumbles. “You’re right, it was really big.”

“What exactly happened?”

“Well… I don’t know the details myself, I was just starting as a Robin too, and I think I blocked out a lot of it. To be honest, I think Dick would remember more than I do. I just remember we came back from a mission, it was rough, I had bandages all over already and when (Y/N) saw me she lost it. I’ve never seen or heard of her standing up to Bruce until that night. And Bruce took it well, he was really careful about his responses until (Y/N) said that one thing and then…” Tim caught himself. “It’s not your fault, Jason. You were dead, and she was angry.”

“What did (Y/N) say?” Jason’s voice was low.

“She asked ‘why are you repeating what happened to Jason?’” Tim said quietly. “Then, more arguing, and (Y/N) finally said ‘if death is so okay with you then I don’t want to be next in line. I will never be a vigilante.’ And I don’t remember much more after that, who wants to remember their sister shouting like that? Dick had to break them up.”

“Metal,” Jason shrugs.

“Jason! I’m trying to open up for why I care so much!”

“And I’m applauding my younger sister for standing up to the guy, she was always afraid to do it.”

“And the second time she did she died.”

“Don’t say it like that,” Jason sneers.

“I know it’s selfish of me to say it, but I wanted to spend more time with her,” Tim says. “I was juggling so much with being a Robin, my family, and school that I didn’t get to really sit with her,” he says. “And she was always there for me. She would move schedules around and drop things last minute if I called but if she called me? God, it was her or the Titans and you know how that goes. So when I saw her in the manor, and all, I just wanted to talk to her. But, no, instead my skeptical ass chased her out before I could even apologize.”

“Well, your skeptical ass was right, so we can’t be mad at that,” Jason says. “Who knows what goes on in that kid’s mind? I don’t even know, if she wanted to do something it was easier for me to help her rather than stop her, you know? That’s Dick’s thing. I’d rather I know what the hell she was up to so I’d know when to step in,” he shrugs. “Maybe this is another one of those things, some crazy escapade. I know when I came back to life shit was crazy, I didn’t know who I was, I didn’t know why I was here, maybe it’s the same for her, who knows?” Jason grumbles.

“Maybe you should ask her yourself.” Tim and Jason turn toward the front of the cell, and Damian crossed his arms.

“It’s your lucky day, boys, you’re getting bailed out,” the guard huffs next to him. “Next time, don’t leave your ID screens at home,” the guard nudges his head to the side, signaling for them to get out of the cell. Once Tim walks out, the guard shoves the box with their belongings into his arms.

“Right, yeah, of course, officer! We’ll remember to bring them next time,” Jason says a little too loudly. The guard pushes them out of the door and into the waiting room in between.

“Damian! Holy shit, man, we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Jason exclaims. Tim looks at the pocket watch, trying to piece together the connection.

“Well, I’m here,” Damian says nonchalantly. “Didn’t think I’d run into Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum though.”

“Geez, at least have some tact, we almost went crazy because we had no leads,” Tim says.

“Actually, yeah, you’re a little too calm and collected right now, just what have you been up to?” Jason asks skeptically. “And what’s up with the fit?” Jason raises an eyebrow, just now noticing the uniform Damian was wearing.

“I just had a little help, is all,” Damian mutters. “Anyway, I’m just here to pick you two up, we’ll share notes on the way.”

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Hello! I hope you're doing well! Can I please request romantic Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma (seperate) with an extremely intelligent and calculated SO (Male or gender neutral if possible pls) who looks like a cinnamon roll? Like, reader looks innocent and eccentric and easy to manipulate but that could not be further from the truth. Like reader could be playing chess with Fyodor and talking about some random nonsense, beats Fyodor at chess and just walks away like it's nothing. Also, reader LOOOVES flustering the characters because they're smart and know exactly which buttons to push to get the best results. TLDR; reader has ultimate IQ and ultimate rizz XD

S/o with high IQ (male reader)

OOO! I was so excited when I saw this ngl! Hope you like it!!!

Fyodor

He thought he could read you like a book

His sweet innocent boyfriend

He knew you where smart just didn't know that you where that smart!!

He first noticed when he was organizing a mission for one of his men

He was taking a break looking at his map with a marked out way to get in

"you know this way would be better"

he looked at you amused

"my, I seem to have missed that, what a cleaver boy you are~"

But the moment he really noticed it is when you where playing chess

he was going easy on you

"Wow! You might be handsome but you can't read the room can you"

"hmm, what do you mean mishka?"

"I can tell you are going easy on me pretty boy but I can assure you I can win with out your help"

"fine then"

you guys started again and while he was judging every move you made you where chatting to Nikolai about the circus thats coming to town

much too Fyodors surprise and annoyance you still won

"..."

"Oh! I win! But I think the acrobats will be the best! No clown can compare to you Nikoali~!"

He was so pissed off after that but he did learn not to underestimate you

After that he does play little games off wit with one another (thats how he flirts now)

Nikolai

"MY HUSBAND! You look so cute!" he tells you this everyday

"Oh My! What a complement coming from the man who is in the lead for most handsomest man ever!"

"My little cutie! I am in no need to be in any competition unless its one for your heart!"

He is a hardcore flirt so you both often have little flirt wars with each other

His pick up lines are horrible though well they are creative

while you can come up with pick up lines that always fit what you both are doing

Fyodor thinks you both are a good duo

Fyodor also likes you because when you and Nikolai attend a meeting you often have a long talk with Fyodor about a book you both where just reading (DOA book club when?)

You and Nikolai once went on a mission together and you both had to split up for a bit

when Nikolai got back to you the enemy had found you first and was trying to get you to back stab and betray Nikolai!

Nikolai hid to see what you would do

"Join me, we can take better care of you pretty boy, better than that stupid clown can~"

"really..?"

Nikolai felt his heart break

Before any thing could happen you looked at Nikolai and smiled

You honestly would have just punched the guy but you knew not to underestimate him as you knew nothing about him

so you came up with a plan by looking at your surroundings

you saw a fire extinguisher

you got up and ran to grab it

the man went to use his unknown ability

but you grabbed the extinguisher and threw it at Nikolai who used his ability to hit the man from behind leaving him on the ground dead from the blow

Sigma

(I love him sm)

He thinks he is the one who has to protect you

If he doesn't what type of boyfriend is he

The first time you visited the casino you wanted to play some of the games

he was going to rig all off them for you to be able to win

To his surprise you wanted to play black jack!

he was very surprised by how good your pokerface was

he was even more surprised by how easily you where able to win

He gets so flustered with your flirting

even before you guys started dating he would blush uncontrollably

Scared you would get manipulated by some one but once he saw a bunch of people trying to and you where able to be polite and tell them to fuck off

He often ask for your help with the casino

Honestly once he realised how smart you where he was kinda scared you would manipulate him (poor baby)

You often help new comers to the casino on how to play the games (he finds it so cute)

He wants you to teach him chess (he wants to beat fyodor)

IMAGINE THIS OK YOU VS FYODOR IN CHESS

You win and sigma just smirks in the back like that’s my boyfriend

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd headcanons #bsd x reader #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #sigma x reader

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Breakaway State part 5

Pairing - Price X Female OC “Tank”

Summary - McKinley still has serious control issues, Kyle and Tank are the cutest in a small bed, Price and Ghost kick off in a small room, Helen has some big news, mission plans, first names and its definitely classed as kissing if you drink from the same cup.

A/N - Thank you for your patience, life got a bit in the way of this one again!

As always, please comment and let me know what you think. It means the world to me when you do x

Warnings -17+ Angst. Language, Age gap Price (39) Tank (25), Violence, abuse, abuse of power, controlling behaviour, injury

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The words "dismissal or death" had been circling your head for hours as you lay awake in your cot. Even if you just slept for an hour or two, every time McKinley moved over in the cot above you, your body instantly jerked you awake. Your eyes stung searching the pitch black for any sign of him.

You heard movement from above, you looked at the alarm clock on the small metal dresser 4:00am. McKinley was waking up, you heard him stretch, then watched as his legs dangled off the edge before he jumped down. He flicked the small desk lamp on an stood with his back to you in just his boxers, his back and body littered in scars, the soft glow from the light causing them to shine, some looked like burns some clearly from bullets and shrapnel. He turned just as you shut your eyes, too late to roll over an face the wall.

You felt his eyes on you, you tried to breathe deep acting as if you were asleep, he knew you weren’t. You tried to stay calm when you felt his hand brush a piece of hair from your face. It took everything in you not to flinch, you didn’t dare open your eyes, instead you just waited for him to leave you in peace….if you could call it that.

“You look so serene, almost had me believing you were actually asleep..” you felt him step back but you kept your eyes shut.

He scoffed.

“Fair enough, if that’s how you want to be…I’ll leave you to it.” Mckinley walked away from the beds, he dressed quickly.

You hoped he wouldn’t be much longer and then you felt the bottom of your cot dip he was lacing up his boots.

“You’ll learn to like me kiddo, you know me an you could make a good team…like I said to Price you need some tough love but we’ll get there…” he patted your thigh before he stood up.

His touch made your skin crawl.

“Oh by the way don’t be spending all day in bed, the Doc wants to see you later, physio check in for your shoulder, meet me over at the med bay at 10am…don’t make me come looking for you…” the last part came out as a threat, your heart sunk as he closed the door behind him. Your eyes remained closed for a further 5 minutes just in case he came back.

Dr O’Brian was one of the last people you wanted to see, an a physio check? That daft cow had spent more time grilling you that helping you with your shoulder, what did she care if you could move it or not? She would of been over the moon with an amputation. Either way you had to go, you didn’t fancy being hunted down by McKinley.

You pulled the quilt up over your face closing your tired eyes, Prices face flashed in your mind, it was that drunken look he had given you that first night in his kitchen his eyes lidded, his smile crooked so close, but just as quickly as it appeared it was gone replaced with the gut wrenching look from the night you two had argued…the night he told you it wouldn’t work between you. ENOUGH!

You threw the quilt off and on to the floor, just then a knock came at the door, it wasn’t McKinley he would have just walked in…

“You awake….I’ve just seen mckunty…Tank?” The door creaked open slightly, Kyles hand waving from the gap.

“Yeh I’m awake..come in” you reached down for the quilt pulling it back over yourself. Kyle snuck in shutting the door behind him. He gave you a sympathetic smile. He was still in his joggers, you patted the bed for him to get in, he didn’t need telling twice as he clambered in next to you the warmth from his body, made you almost drowsy. It was a snug fit but you made it work, it was something you two use to do often when at base especially when the heating was nonexistent or when Kyle was homesick. You both lay in silence for a moment, both just happy to be close again. You almost nodded off, but something was bothering him you could tell.

“You ok? I know yesterday was a lot…but Price he means well..hey if I was a Captain I’d of done the same for you…fuck I wanted to smash his face in…” he could feel his jaw tensing.

He meant it, and the thoughts made him smirk. He pictured McKinley alone in a room with them all Ghost, Soap, him and Price. Kyle had witnessed how far Price could go. Before his mind could wander off he felt your eyes on him.

“I’m ok…I know he means well…I just wish he didn’t go that far…” you thought about just telling him, how it was only going to get worse for you now, but when you looked into his eyes you saw the worry and you hated yourself for making him feel like this. So you gave him your best smile and the worry in his eyes seemed to go away if only for a moment. You linked his arm with yours resting your head on his shoulder.

“Anyway let’s just enjoy this while we can eh?” You looked up at him.

He smiled back.

“Yeh…miss this”

“Me too”

You both lay there close, in the safety of your cot like two children hiding from a looming storm.

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Price glared at himself in the mirror a slight mark from where his forehead had connected with McKinley’s nose just starting to fade. He gripped the sink with his hands the porcelain threatening to give way. He needed to take a deep breath or else he was going to lose it all over again he didn’t think he could explain two broken bedside tables, but he couldn’t get your face out of his mind, how you had looked at him with disappointed in your eyes. He had done that for you, he would have done more, gone further if Ghost hadn’t stepped in. He needed to take a deep breath. McKinley was definitely going to get him back in some way. Price hoped it didn’t involve you, but he knew better. He knew McKinley. He hated to think of what he was doing to you, it made his blood boil. Why did you go? Why did he let you go? Did he let you go? He hadn’t even known, if he thought for one second that once you got into that transporter you weren’t coming back to him and he wasn’t going to be your captain he would of chased it down, dragged you back an popped your shoulder back in himself like Ghost had so kindly offered. Price let go off the sink the colour returning to his knuckles. He heard a knock at his door. He wanted to shout fuck off but it could only be one of two people at this hour Ghost or you. His hopes dashed when he shouted come in and Ghost’s large frame entered the room, them both being in there made the room almost shrink, the atmosphere suffocating them both pressing down on them. They both knew the reasons behind it, it danced around them. It crackled in the air.

“What?” Price snapped.

“…Sent Gaz to Tanks room to check on her…McKinley is over at the other base watched him leave myself…listen as shit as it is we have to do this the proper way, I hate it too seeing her like that but that yesterday…it’s my fault I let it go too far I shouldn’t of let you get at him.” Ghost sighed he had only just noticed the smashed bedside table.

“I’m sorry what? Let me? You didn’t let me do anything….I’ve done worse for less…believe me lad” Price was seething.

Ghost looked his Captain in the eyes, he was beyond reason.

“What? You think sparking him out…a fellow captain is the answer? I stopped you from committing career suicide! I let you get that first shot in an you fumbled it! You’re just lucky he got cocky” Ghost was starting to lose it a little bit now.

“Haha don’t flatter yourself, you didn’t let me doing anything…an fumbled? I’d put you on your arse any day of the week…remember that” Price was getting closer now, squaring up, in the small room they were nearly chest to chest. The two men stared each other down, neither wanting to back down first, there it was again the unspoken reason they fought, the real reason tensions ran high with them. You.

Ghost had a feeling all this was down to Price and his relationship with the Doc. You obviously had some history with him, how much he didn’t know but it has effected you in someway and to Ghost this was all Prices fault. He deserved to feel like this, helpless and angry. But you didn’t deserve the beatings. It was such a fucking shame you had chosen squad 8. Ghost backed down…Price hated himself more than anyone right now and Ghost didn’t need to add to that they had to work together and figure out how to get you back to the 141. Once that was done then the rest could be figured out…

“…this isn’t gettin us anywhere we need to get her back on side…she needs to file a complaint or a grievance against him…anything, she got transferred over quick enough maybe it can be reversed just as quick…” Ghost leant against the wall his arms folded. Price sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed.

“It’s not that easy….also even if she was to file a complaint..who said she’d want to come back to the 141?” Price ran his hand over his beard the thought made his jaw tense.

“An why wouldn’t she want to come back?” Ghost was probing now, he wanted answers, but from the look on Prices face he didn’t want to give them.

“Price why wouldn’t she want to come back to us?”

Price looked at the ground his eyes fixed. He signed.

“Ever seen a big red button that says do not press? Well I rested my hand on it…didn’t press… but that was enough….” Price shook his head.

Ghost got the jist, but all he could think was how he would of just pushed the button and never took his hand off it.

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You waited outside the med bay for O’Brain to call you in…you were 15mins early but no sign of McKinley, you hoped he hadn’t gone looking for you.

“Wanna come in Tank…” O’Brain called you in without even looking at you. You couldn’t help roll your eyes as you got up. As you entered the room your stomach dropped McKinley was sat in the chair next to the bed. Did he really have to be in here, you thought he was just making sure you came to the appointment, not actually being present. You tried to not let your face give you away.

“Good, 15mins early see your learning I would have hated to have to come looking for you…” his smile didn’t meet his eyes. Your face was giving you away.

“Take a seat on the bed please Tank we don’t have all day” O’Brian already sounded like she’d had enough of you. You looked her up and down, who did she think she was talking to? You didn’t even want to be here.

“Hey if you don’t have the time I’m sure we can reschedule..” As you spoke your eyes met McKinley’s, they narrowed in on you, his tongue clicked in disapproval. Shit. Helen looked over her shoulder at you, the small smirk just visible.

“The Doc’s doing you…no she’s doing me a favour Tank in checking you over…an you have the nerve to be arsey?” He tilted his head, his eyes still narrowed.

“Told you, got away with murder this one with John…literally” Helen nodded in your direction. She really was a bitch. You felt your skin starting to prickle with anger.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You stepped closer to her. You didn’t realise you had square yourself up, she was a good foot taller , but you looked her dead in the eyes. She smirked again, oh you were about to wipe it off her face.

“You know exactly what I mean…you need a firm hand Tank, John was too soft on you…but by the looks of you face it seems you have been given a firm hand…good..” She scoffed, nope that was it, but as you lunged, McKinley was already on you.

He had you restrained and pushed face down into the bed within seconds, your bad shoulder twisted round and pressed into your back, it made you cry out in pain, but the more you thrashed around the more of his weight he placed on top of you and the tighter his grip became.

“Do I need to put you on a short leash? Because I will trust me” Mckinley was right next to your face his breath cool on your burning skin.

O’Brian stood back, she was in shock at how fast he had pounced on you, how rough he was…she almost believed him when he mentioned putting you on a short leash. This man meant every word he said, they weren’t threats they were promises.

“DO I NEED TO PUT YOU ON A LEASH TANK?!” His voice boomed in the med bay.

“NO!” You spat through gritted teeth.

“No what?” Mckinley gave your arm a quick jolt upwards, you should know better.

“Ahhh NO CAPTAIN!” Your shoulder was on fire now, the muscles fighting to hold together and not pop.

“Good…” He relaxed his grip, slowly letting you correct it into place yourself. How generous of him. As you sat up you clocked Helen’s face, she looked mortified. You almost let out a laugh.

“Sorry about that Doc…give her the once over an we will be out of your hair” Mckinley spoke as if he hadn’t just wresleted you down on to the bed in front of her. She looked at him her mouth slightly open. She was speechless for once. You almost pitied her.

“It’s been fine, it only aches when its cold or when I over work it” You tried to fill the awkward silence. It worked Helen stuttered back to life.

“Ok…sounds like you need to do the physio exercises more often. I bet you’ve stop doing them…I know John has..I don’t even think he went to one session” She gave you a soft smile and for a moment you saw what Price saw in her. If you stepped back and tilted your head she was rather pretty. You glanced down at her hands, long, elegant, steady…you almost returned the smile but a single perfect solitaire diamond ring caught your eye as it flashed under the florescent lights. You felt as if your core was folding in on itself like a black hole. The bile rising in your chest you looked her in the eyes, she quickly glanced down a the ring, as if forgetting she was wearing it, her eyes darting back up to meet yours. Your face was giving you away again. Her mouth creeped up into a viciously sly smile, she knew that had cut you deep, a slow puncture that would fester. When had that happened?

“He did…he went to two, we had a row over him missing the last three on the drive down back to his for the weekend…” You blinked at her, your face now void of all emotion, blank. You watched as her top lip twitched.

“Did you now…he didn’t mention it…in fact he hasn’t really mentioned you…since you left…” She tilted her head, pretending to think of a an example. Her eyes creasing up like little pins.

You knew she was just trying to cut you, but it didn’t make the idea sting any less. You had left for her…no you had left so he would be happy, so that ring could be on her finger…it was a good choice…tacky and gaudy, just like her…you wanted to hurt her back with your words…but you would only be hurting Price.

Mckinley cleared his throat, you had almost forgotten he was in the room.

“Speaking of old Pricey, you and him got anything planned for when your next on leave?”

O’Brians face lit up, as if she had been hoping the topic of her and Price would be brought up. You glared at the ground willing it to open up to the fiery pits of hell where you would happily sink surrounded by other dammed souls.

“Well nothing crazy, but he’s mentioned he wants to redecorate some of the spare rooms in his house and I’ve only gone an stitched myself up and said ill help!” She rolled her eyes, a horsed laughed echoing off the bed pan. If Price didn’t have tinnitus already he would after listening to that none stop. McKinley rolled his eyes back at her, he shook his head.

“What are you like…hope its not the room Tank stayed in when she was last there?” He faked a frown. You could feel his eyes on you. He was stirring things up.

“Erm…oh I think it, the back room with the en-suite, the one with the view of the lake? Yeh I mentioned it would make a lovely nursery…all that natural light…” She wrinkled her nose. You looked down into your lap, just to double check she hadn’t gutted you open, because that’s how those words had felt. They had sliced at your flesh, worked their way into you into your system. A nursery? The thoughts exploded inside your mind. The tiny hand holding his finger, the little arms and legs being wrapped up in a blanket, soft curls kissed, and chubby cheeks ticked by his moustache…the high chair at the dining table just like you had mentioned…but the tiny hand, little legs and soft curls didn’t belong to your baby…it was a strangers baby…no it was Helens…its strawberry blonde curls and green eyes…nothing resembling John…you felt sick…you should of been happy for him…he was getting what he wanted…just not with you…

“Wow…a nursery? Thats exciting…but hey lets hope Price learns to dish out a bit of tough love…don’t want it turning out like this one do we!” Mckinley laughed, he shot you a look. You focused on the clock behind him.

“Hahaha…oh Bruce haha…Oh actually I meant to ask you Tank…does Luke have a sister? Tall, blonde, absolute stunner?” There was that fake confused look. She knew Luke only had brothers, she really was trying to maim you.

“No…he only has brothers…might of been one of there girlfriends…Ill ask him when I see him next…” You tried your hardest to smile back, it came out as mostly teeth. Mckinley was keeping that bit of information for later.

“Yah know, Price never crossed me as a family man…wonder what changed his mind…he’s got to be close to 45 by now?” Mckinley scoffed.

“39..”

Mckinley raised his eyebrow at you.

“What?”

“He’s 39…40 this year…I’d bought him a new lighter last year…don’t know if he still has it…” you sighed.

Helen knew exactly where that lighter was…close to his chest nestled next to his signature cigars. He was never without it, but she needed to turn the topic back to her and Price.

“Yeh hes the big four - oh this year…going to throw him a big surprise party at his house, invite his close friends and family. Perfect garden for a party, might take him away, hes mentioned he thinking of taking up golf…so maybe a golf resort?” She looked at you as if she was asking you for your option, your input. You kept your mouth shut…Price once said if he ever mentioned taking up golf to shoot him in the back of the knee cap…He thought Golf was for the old and bored and how fishing kept the mind young and focused…O’Brian was still talking.You tried to tune her out, go to your happy place, but your happy place had gone and gotten engaged…

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Ghost sat slouched in his seat, his legs spread wide arms folded. He was getting impatient now…the briefing was meant to have started 25 minutes ago. He had Rookies to be tormenting.

“Who we waiting on Price?” He sat up, leaning forward. His fist landing heavy on the table. Price knitted his brow, a headache starting to form.

“Waiting on Squad 8…” Just as he spoke, in piled the Squad led by Mckinley. His face a storm cloud. They had been sent to the wrong conference room…no doubt on purpose.

“Right! get seated you lot, lets get this over with shall we?” Mckinley snapped his fingers as the team fell into place all seated, all except one…Price looked around the room, had you took a seat right at the back in the dark? He couldn’t see with the protector on. Mckinley noticed him looking and knew who he was looking for.

“Dredd where is Tank?…she was right behind me…” His face screwed up. Dredd looked around the room then at Price as if for help.

“I don’t know, Sir…want me to go find her?” Dredd went to stand up, but McKinley stopped her.

“Ill find her…already warned her about wandering off…guess the short leash is needed.” He mumbled the last bit under his breath, but Price caught it. It set his blood to boil. As Mckinley crossed the room, Kyle stood up in front of him, his arm out stoppping Mckinley in his tracks.

“Ill go…don’t worry…” Kyle was already making his way for the door. Rather him find you than Mckinley, but just as he was a foot from the door, you walked in confused why they entire room was looking at you.

“Get sat down Tank…” Mckinley turned to stand at the front of the room. He watched as you found a seat in between Ghost and Kyle. He had a mind to tell you to get sat with your Squad, but the briefing had already run over, not to worry he would remind you later where you were meant to sit. Price smiled at your, hoping you would return it, you did but it didn’t reach your eyes.

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The brief was like any other brief - plans, updates, missions, a few HR complaints. Price watched as Kyle whispered something in your ear causing a faint smile to show. He smiled himself, he didn’t however appreciate Ghost resting his hand on your leg, they had just gone over this in the HR complaints, but then at the end just as Price was wrapping up Mckinley raised his hand.

“Sorry John, I completely forgot I have some good news…well good news for some…tomorrow at thirteen hundred hours Sqaud 8 will be shipping out of his shit hole…we will be setting up base in Moldova and then from there a small team of us will be going undercover in Transnistria…its a unrecognised breakaway state currently occupied by the Russian army, we are not there for them instead we will be looking for intel on a small terrorist cell known as the UNP.” Mckinley clapped his hands together he was excited, he wanted to see how far he could push the squad, he wanted results and he had a new toy.

Ghost noticed you shifting in your seat, a small part of you was glad about leaving sooner, you couldn’t bare to listen to any wedding talk or how the nursery was coming along. You wanted to get as much distance between you and this base as possible. You could finally let him be, he was clearly moving on…you would do the same…with Luke? You didn’t know…you looked down at the skeleton gloved hand that rested on your knee, maybe the Dr was right maybe you did belong with a “Monster” like Simon Riley. If he was a monster so were you. You could feel a set of eyes on you, you looked up at Ghost, his eyebrow cocked. A silent what as he shook his head at you. You could just make out the outline of a grin. You thought about how you would pay good money to see his smile for real. Very good money indeed.

The room started to pack up, eyes blurry, backs stretched and legs shook back to life.

“Captain?” You raised your hand. Price turned first. Mckinley arched his eyebrow.

“What’s up Tank?”

Your eyes shot from his to McKinley’s. Price realised you weren’t talking to him, he was still a captain, he just wasn’t yours.

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“Tank can I see you for a moment…” Price caught you just as you were leaving the conference room. You looked around for Mckinley, why? Like you needed permission? Did you need his permission?

“Erm, yeh of course have to make it quick you know me always the last to pack…” the little inside joke stung you both. You both waited in silence for the room to clear.

You couldnt help thinking he was going to tell you about his engagement and the nursery…Helen had probably told him you had seen the ring. Maybe he had wanted to tell you himself first? You didnt want to know. You didnt want to hear it.

“Tank…I want to say sorry…”

Here it comes you thought…it was the drunk argument all over again. You stared at the ground. Eyes locked onto a stain on the carpet.

“Im sorry for yesterday…I went too far and I’m going to be apologising to Mckinley before you guys leave…I know your fuming with me but can we please talk? One on one…Just me and you? Not Captain and Sergeant, not even Tank and Price…just us…John and…Sasha?” He stepped closer, his hands up in surrender. He had savoured how your name, your given name had sounded in his mouth. It had been a very long time since he had used it. The name caused your head to spin. You remembered the first time you two had met he had called you that, Kyle had corrected him, but you had liked how it sounded. Captain John Price was saying your name, you were in complete awe of him. Now stood in front of you he was still the legendary Captain Price, but now he was also just another man that had let you down.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Im good” You avoided his gaze. So he moved closer.

“Are you really?”

“Yeh”

“Really?”

“YES”

“You sure?”

“YES!!” You snapped up at him. He knew how to push you. You weren’t ok, not even for a second, but you weren’t his problem anymore or at least that what you told yourself. To Price you would always be his problem, his priority, his purpose. The tester of his patience.

“Anyway…Me and Mckinley are the least of your worries…Congratulations by the way!” There was a tinge of sarcasm to your voice. Price looked puzzled? Congratulations?

“What are you on about least of my worries? As long as your with that nutter I’m going to be worried? Why congratulations?” He lowered his hands, he was close you could feel the heat coming off him. You missed that warmth. Focus.

“Really? That not why you have me in here? Wanted to break the news to me? Im sure Kyle is over the moon!” You rolled your eyes, but the look on his face suggested he really was clueless. He shrugged his shoulders to confirm.

“The engagement? I saw the ring on her finger…I’m happy for you…I’m really am. Maybe get the honeymoon over with before you change my…the back room into a nursery though…” You tried to smile but it came out wrong.

Price stood in silence for a moment, he needed to process a few things…engagement? Honey moon and a nursery? Had you hit your head?

“Whose finger? I’m honestly completely lost…an why would I change your room into a nursery?” Price folded his arms and tilted his head as he searched your face for an answer.

“Helen’s finger for Christ sake! The big fucking rock on her finger John! She was waving it in my face, talking about how your thinking of redecorating the back room, turning it into a nursery!” You titled your head back at him. The clueless look on his face turned to shock.

“Helen? I don’t know anything about a ring? An engagement ring? I haven’t asked her to marry me…we aren’t seeing each other anymore…I haven’t a clue what she’s on about and the “redecorating” was when she first came to visit…and said the room would make a nice nursery…I’d only just plastered the walls…well before it became your room kid…” Price put his hand on your shoulder, the heat from it sinking into your skin and deep to the bone. You looked up at him.

“I know we both said things that night…and it’s probably for the best…you have Luke…I have…well I don’t have anyone…but for one minute can we just pretend that none of that happened…please just for a minute…” He stroked your shoulder with his thumb.

“For one minute?”

“For one minute”

“Ok…”

“Ok”

Price pulled you into a hug, it took you by surprise, but you wrapped your arms around him as if by instinct, your hands finding their place on his back. You pushed your face into his chest, his chest hair poking you through his T-shirt. The smell of his aftershave and cigar smoke flooded your lungs, you didnt care you would happily drown and go willingly into the blue fo his eyes.

He gently kissed the top of your head. He wanted the world to stop. He wanted a lot of things.

“Where did we go wrong…” The words were out before he could even register saying them. Instant regret filled him, He knew dam well where it had gone wrong…You shot back, looking up at him , your lip curled up.

“Where did we go wrong? Really? Do you need reminding?”

“No…I meant…”

“Where we went wrong was this right here this was a mistake…I can’t do this…I have Luke…you have what ever you have with Helen…I have Squad 8…I have a new Captain…your not my Captain anymore…Im not your problem anymore…minutes up…” You fought back tears as you untangled yourself from his arms. His face shattered. As your tried to step back you felt a tug at your hip, you looked down expecting Price to have a hold of your belt…but it was your lanyard, it had tangle with his.

“Great…” you tried to untangle them, but you were just making it worse. Fat tears falling from your eyes, dampening your T-shirt.

“Here…stop your making it more tangled…” Price took over, they snapped back in the mechanisms. You were free to go. You turned and made you way for the door. This was stupid. The tears caught in your throat, making it hard to swallow.

“Sasha…”

Price called after you, but you ignored him, your hand on the door.

“SASHA!…please…I don’t want this…”

You opened the door, but just as you stepped out of the room you turned, your eyes welling up again.

“Well we don’t always get what we want do we John…”

As you walked away Price watched as your head dipped down low to avoid any on lookers. He bounded over to the door slamming it shut.

“FUCK!!!!” He threw his fists onto the table. That didnt go as planned…he had fuck up again. He ran his fingers through his hair, He would let you cool off…

He had till tomorrow afternoon to get this set right.

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04:00am

You sat waiting for the transport shuttle to the air base. Mckinley had changed the leave time. Said it was on a need to know basis. You had text Kyle letting him now about the last minute change, he probably wouldn’t even be awake, but you had told him goodbye and you would see each other when you got back. It was better this way, you hated goodbyes.

Dredd nudged you with her elbow, when you looked at her she simply nodded to the right. You followed her eyes. Ghost. Well maybe one goodbye wouldn’t be so bad. You made your way over, Mckinley watched you like a hawk. He didnt mind, he was taking your away for a while.

“Not like you to be up this early kid…Mckinley stealing you away into the night?” He stood closer. You smiled. His mask was up over his nose, you could see his lips and the large scar that ran through them and up his face.

“Something like that…better this way I guess…least your here to wave me off or was you just making yourself a brew” you nodded to the mug, he held it out to you to take a sip, you took it gladly. Your face grimaced, it was straight black, two teabags you looked down at the mug, he definitely hadn’t noticed which one he had picked up.

“Bit too strong for you?” He chuckled.

“Are you?” You smiled.

“What?”

“Useless in bed?” You turned the mug round to face him, a little grin on your face. It had been a secret Santa gift for Kyle.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” He smiled. You had finally seen it in the flesh. His answer made you blush. You handed him back the mug. You brain fizzed.

“Well we’ve practically kissed now…haha” you could slap yourself. Why? Why had you said that?

“I guess we have…best not tell Price, he’ll have me hanged for treason…” Ghost took a sip from the mug.

“Well I wouldn’t want that…” You folded your arms, Price was a sore subject.

“Would be worth it…” He handed you the mug back, you took another swig, it was far too hot and far too strong but you drank it anyway.

“Looks like your rides here, listen stay safe in Moldova, be careful who you trust sergeant, people you know can hurt you the most” He looked over your head at Mckinley. You placed the mug back in his hand, resting your other on his chest.

“I will LT, thanks for the brew…” you gave him your best smile an he returned it. Ghost felt his heart double in size. When he had clocked you all packing up, he had thought about telling the others you were leaving early but decided to keep it to himself, keep you to himself.

He watched as you walked out to the transporter, loading your gear onto the the back. You wave as you boarded. He gave you a nod. Just as the transporter pulled away, Ghost clocked Kyle running out from the barracks…Price right behind. He threw his hands on his head, he looked gutted. Price looked worse. Kyle looked over at him.

“How long you been there LT?”

“Not long, had just enough time to share a brew with Tank before she shipped out..” He held the mug up to show them.

Price looked livid.

“She text me late last night but my phone was off…aww for fuck sake…” Kyle pulled his hood over his head pulling the strings tight.

Price knew the ins and outs of your new mission, he had spent all night looking over the plans and intel, it was dangerous, risky just how McKinley worked. It was an infiltration mission.

You weren’t coming back anytime soon.

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[m-jelly]

All I need - Chapter 2

@ladycheesington <3

Levi x fem!reader

Future Fic, Romance, Drama & Romance, Falling In Love, mafia, Gangsters, Love, True Love, Fluff, Protective Levi, Possessive Levi

In this chapter: Levi goes off and leaves you alone in his office. While he is gone you meet Levi's fun half-brother. You and Levi's brother have a little fun together and have lunch. After falling for his brother's teasing, Levi comes running to you before taking you to see a surprise he has for you.

Part 3

To say he was worried about you was an understatement. No matter how much Levi tried to put it off, he couldn’t any longer. As the leader of a gang that runs many things in the city, he had to attend many meetings because many people got it wrong. Clearing up people’s messes was a common job for him. He was supposed to spend every single minute with or near you.

A frustrated sigh escaped him. “Call me if you need anything and I mean anything.”

You smiled sweetly at him. “I promise. Everything will be okay while you’re gone.”

“Good.” He hesitated a moment. “You should go have a nap. Use the sofa in my office.”

“But what about my job?”

“Am I your boss?” His brow raised.

Heat spread across your cheeks as your heart raced. “Yes.”

He held your chin between his thumb and finger. “Well, I say you can. Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

You giggled at his playfulness. “Yes. I’ll nap.”

His fingers moved to your cheek allowing him to squeeze gently. “Good girl.”

With a quick turn on his heels, Levi proceeded to the door. As soon as the door opened the loud noises of outside came flooding in. The thought of looking back at you danced in his mind, it teased him and pulled at his senses. Desire and need won over, so he turned and looked back at you to see you sweetly smiling. All he could think about as he looked at you was cancelling his meetings and staying by your side. However, that was not possible today.

You waved to Levi. “Have a great day. Make sure you drink plenty, eat and have a break.”

Love filled his heart at your caring words. “I promise.”

It was hard to watch Levi walk away and leave you all alone, but you did rather enjoy how tight and perky his ass was. Dirty thoughts filled your head as you ogled the god of a man, Levi. You turned around to face the office and felt a coldness consume you. Everywhere you looked you longed for him. It’d been almost two months since Levi walked into your life and both of you had a deep longing.

The sofa was perfectly soft when you lay against it. Levi’s scent was soaked into the fabric which just wrapped around you. You were soothed and lulled into a deep sleep full of wonderful images and dreams. Before Levi, you were always so tired and since he walked into his life it was like he had this calming effect on you. Sleep was easy now, but it would be better if he were there to hold you.

As you slept soundly a car pulled up to the building. A tall muscular man stepped out of the car with slightly messy black hair that was tamed back a bit. Piercing blue eyes scanned the building. The suit he wore hugged his tight muscles and made him look like the picture-perfect man. He carried himself well as he approached the building. The lock beeped and recognised his ID on his communicator.

He stopped a moment and looked around the room. Seeing a desk with cute things on threw him off a little, but it made him smirk knowing that Levi had a lady around. He moved to the back and was struck by the most beautiful lady he’d ever seen sleeping away on the sofa. Quietly, he moved across the room to you as you slept and crouched down. It was clear by the way he looked at you that Levi had been taking care of you and you sleeping on his sofa indicated that you meant something to him.

Feeling the presence of someone caused you to wake up slowly. It confused you a little because whoever it was had a presence that reminded you of Levi, but you were sure Levi wasn’t supposed to be back yet. As soon as you opened your eyes you felt very confused because the man looked slightly like Levi, but wasn’t Levi. They shared the same facial shape and dark hair, but his eye shape was slightly different, and his eye colour was more icy blue than steel blue. The hair was styled differently and his lips weren’t kissable like Levi’s.

You reached over and started touching the soft skin on his face. “You’re not Levi but look a little like him.”

He smirked at you. “If I said I was Levi, would I get a kiss?”

You snorted a laugh. “No.” As you sat up on the sofa you took all of him in, he seemed taller than Levi and was muscular but not as much as Levi. “Who are you?”

“Vincent Ackerman.”

Your brows knitted together. “Who?”

He rosed to his feet and smiled at you. “I’m Levi’s half-brother. We have the same father, but a different mother. Our father is so lovesick that he changed his last name to hers. She’s amazing.” He sat next to you. “Better mother to me than my own, which is why I call her mum.”

“I’m sorry.”

He chuckled. “It’s okay. I’m thrilled with my brother and new mother.”

You smiled at him. “And your father?”

“He's the head of the most powerful family in this city, well the most powerful criminal family.” He chuckled. “But you knew that.”

You nodded. “I did.”

A wonderful scent came from him when he threw his arm over the back of the sofa and shifted closer to you. “May I ask who you are?”

You gave him your name. “I met your brother about two months ago.”

“Oh yeah? Was he romantic?” His long fingers wrapped around his tie. He slowly dragged the knot down. “Did he woo you?”

Your gaze was strong as you locked eyes with him. “A rookie in training came over to my place for money, but it was money for a debt my ex racked up. He didn’t know that and didn’t give me any chance to explain because he beat me black and blue. When he returned to Levi and told him what he did, Levi came right over to me. Levi says he won’t tell me what he did to the rookie, but I can make an educated guess. Since then, Levi has been looking after me and is hunting down my ex.”

Vincent stared deep into your eyes. “You know, I can’t think of anything more romantic.”

You burst out laughing. “Right?”

He laughed with you. “My younger brother is a good lad, scary but good. He means well.” He shuffled down in his seat and got comfortable. “What surprises me is how much he’s looking after you. You must mean a lot to him.” He smiled. “I know that look. You’re going to tell me it’s not true, but trust me. I grew up with Levi. I was six when he was born and I was with him every step of life. Levi has never gone this far for a girl before.”

A blush heated your cheeks. “You’re just saying that.”

He lightly played with your hair. “Shy looks cute on you. I love my brother, so this is going to be hard not to pursue you and flirt with you. We have such similar tastes.” As he leaned his head over the back of the sofa and groaned, his hair slightly shifted off his face causing him to look a bit more like Levi. “He better not fuck this up.” He gave you the side eye. “You let me know if he makes you cry. I kick his sorry ass.”

“You’re stronger than him?”

“Fuck no, but he’ll probably let me kick his ass.” He lifted his head. “So, where is my little cute brother?”

“He has meetings today. He seemed upset about it.”

He leaned his cheek on his hand and observed you. “Probably because he had to leave you. He gets very attached to things he cares about, like his cuddly bunny when he was a kid.”

Your eyes sparkled at the information. “He had a cuddly bunny?”

“Yup.” He tapped on his communicator and showed you a picture of five-year-old Levi hugging a cuddly bunny with a tiny smile on his face, Vincent was right next to him with a big grin. “See?”

You wiggled closer and looked at the sweet picture. “Aww, look at you two. So cute. You know, you can’t tell here you have different mothers. You look similar.”

“Thanks. I like that I take after our father and not that evil creature who gave birth to me.” He held his hand up and stopped you from speaking. “Before you say anything, she used to beat me a lot and neglect me. She was awful. I love my mother, Kuchel.” He changed the picture of the whole family. “Kuchel accepted me right away and loved me like her own and still does. She’s the best mother ever. That big muscular man there with a scary angry look? That’s our dad, but he is as soft as anything.”

You giggled as you looked at the sweet family. “You all look so happy. Are you still like this?”

“Yeah, we’re thick as thieves.” He hummed. “You’ll fit right in.”

You pulled back from him. “I don’t know about that, but thank you. Oh, would you like a drink or something to eat?”

“I’m going to take you out. Not a date, don’t worry. Levi would murder me.”

You grabbed your handbag and smiled softly. “Can we go somewhere fairly normal? If you’re like Levi, then you’ll suggest fancy. He spoils me too much. I like just normal things.”

He stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets. “How did you know I would suggest a five-star place?”

“You and Levi seem a bit similar, but you’re more outgoing I think.”

He chuckled as he walked with you. “You’re right. How about pizza?”

“Yes! I love pizza.”

He offered his arm to you. “May I escort you?”

A nice scent filled your senses when you hugged his arm, it was gentle and lovely but it wasn’t as good as Levi’s. The two of you walked to his car. Vincent drove you to a nice pizza place in the city. He held the door open for you and selected a nice booth for the two of you to sit in. The two of you ordered drinks and pizza before talking together about Levi.

You gazed at more pictures on Vicent’s communicator. “He’s so cute.”

“Right?” He chuckled. “I adore him.”

You looked up at him and gently smiled. “You’re a good brother.”

“Thanks.” He released a long sigh. “Oh, I’ll message my brother we’re here so he doesn’t panic when he gets back to the office.”

“Thank you.” You downed some of your drink. “Are you all a close family still?”

“Yeah, all four of us are close and we all work together as well.”

“That’s good to hear.” You looked down at your communicator when Levi’s name showed up. “Oh, Levi’s calling.” You tapped for the video. “Hello, Levi. How are your meetings going?”

Levi softly said your name. “They’re okay, but you need to listen to me. Get away from that man. You have to get out of there, now.”

You snorted a laugh. “Levi, I know you two are close. He showed me your baby pictures.”

Levi went pink and groaned. “Tch, damn it.”

Vincent put his arm over your shoulders and leaned closer so Levi could see him. “Hello, little brother. You trying to scare this poor girl?”

“Just don’t…you…she…”

“Don’t worry, okay? I don’t steal things, you know that.”

Levi smiled a little. “Thanks. Anyway, I’m on my way back. Where are you?”

“Our favourite pizza place.”

You grinned. “It’s so delicious!”

A loving smile spread over Levi’s lips. “I’ll be there with you in a few moments, okay?”

“Sure! It’ll be lovely to see you.” Your words filled his heart with joy. “I’ll see you soon then.”

“See you soon.”

You ended the call and cast your eyes on Vincent. “What?”

A charming smirk graced his lips. “Nothing, nothing, you’re both just cute.”

You refilled your drink and ate more pizza. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.” You leaned closer. “Why, do you want to apply for the role?”

You shook your head. “No thank you, you’ll just get cursed.”

“Cursed?”

A weight dropped on your heart. “I have a lot of bad luck with love. All guys I date turn into assholes and runoff, or another woman takes them.” Tears run down your cheeks. “Sorry.”

Vicent wiped the tears away. “Don’t be sorry. You deserve better.”

“Tch, oi? Hands off her.”

You turned and looked up at Levi. “Levi.” A smile spread over your lips. “You made it.”

Just a quick glare from Levi caused Vincent to move from next to you over to the opposite side of the booth. When Levi looked back at you his gaze softened. “Are you okay?” He reached over and caressed your cheek. “You’ve been crying.”

“I just…I was telling your brother that I’m unlucky with love.”

Levi sat next to you. “I don’t think you’re unlucky. I think you’re a good person. You’re a very kind and good person who bad people take advantage of.” He shuffled closer to you as his voice lowered. “But don’t worry, little bunny, I’ll protect you from the mean and nasty monsters.”

“Romantic.” Both Levi and you looked over at Vincent. Vincent smirked at you both. “You two make a great couple.”

You frowned as Levi blushed. “How did you get over there?”

“My cute little brother gave me an angry look to make me move.” He chuckled. “He’s very protective of you.”

You gazed at Levi. “I appreciate it so much. I want to do everything I can to pay you back.”

Levi held your hand. “Just being with me and letting me take care of you is all I need.” He jumped when a big dog appeared next to him. “Tch, the hell?”

You squeaked in delight. “Look at the little puppa!”

The owner laughed a little. “Sorry, Al is rather friendly.”

You gasped. “Al as in Al Capone?”

“You got it.”

You reached closer and paused. “Can I pet him?”

“Of course.”

You let Al sniff your hand and smiled when his head nudged your hand. You instantly fussed his face all over. Al moved a little causing you to lean over Levi’s lap. It brought you so much joy to fuss the soft dog and to see that the dog was happy to receive your attention.

Levi was going to tell the owner off about letting the dog loose, but as soon as he saw how much joy the dog brought you he relaxed. Levi loved dogs, but one was getting between him and you and that’s why he was a little annoyed at first. He tensed up as soon as you leaned over him, your face and breasts were close to his crotch. He was overwhelmed by your wonderful scent.

You looked up at Levi causing him to see right down your top at your ample breasts. “Isn’t he a cute dog? Dogs are so cute.”

A small strangled laugh came from Vincent. Once Levi glared at him, he covered his mouth with his hand to stop him from laughing. “Sorry.”

You sat up as your cheeks heated up when you released how close your face was to Levi’s. “Uhh, do you like dogs?”

Levi petted Al. “I do.” A few thoughts ran through his head. “Do you want a dog?”

Your eyes lit up. “I can get a dog?”

He nodded. “I can get you one. I’ll make sure he’s very trained as well.” He lightly rubbed your cheek. “Only the best for you.”

You gasped in delight. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

Excitement bubbled through him when he realised where he was going to take you next. “I have a gift for you.”

“Really?”

He got out of the booth and offered his hand to you. “Come on.”

It was like a deep instinct in you to just take Levi’s hand and let him lead you anywhere. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere fun.”

You glanced back at Vincent as he followed. “Is Vincent coming too?”

Vincent winked at you. “Not this time, kitten. I’m heading off to work. Levi will look after you now.”

You stopped and tugged Levi a little. “Can I get your number? I want to stay in touch.”

Levi growled a little. “You don’t need his number.”

“But he’s family to you. He’s nice and I would like a friend.”

He released a long sigh. “Tch, fine.”

You took Vincent’s number and gave him a little hug. “See you soon!”

Vincent winked at you. “We’ll have pizza again.”

“Yes!”

Levi pulled you along. “Come on.”

You stumbled along with Levi. “Are we going in your car?”

“Yeah.” He opened his car door. “Hop in, my little bunny.”

The seats of Levi’s car were warm against your body. An intense smell of Levi and his cologne filled your senses, it was alluring and arousing. Levi’s scent was pure perfection to you. You wanted to be wrapped up in it for eternity. Seeing Levi behind the wheel, his hands gripping it with the veins popping a little was incredible. He had impressive skill at weaving his flying car around traffic. It was relaxing to let him drive with classical music on. You felt at peace with Levi.

Confusion and curiosity slowly settled in when Levi drove you both up to a nice part of the city where your dream home was. It started to dawn on you that you were getting close to where your dream apartment was. You flicked your gaze to Levi as multiple questions were in your mind, you just didn’t know what to say or ask first. The apartment you wanted was just in sight, but Levi kept driving, which confused you again.

Levi pulled up at a cute one-floor home, one that was bigger with a more beautiful garden and looked so welcoming. He climbed out of the car and helped you out. “This is your new home.”

Tears filled your eyes as your heart raced in your chest. “My…my…new home?”

“Yes. I’m so sorry that I couldn’t get the one you dreamed of. I tried, but someone bought it.” He released a long sigh. “I searched high and low for something similar or better. I found this one and I made sure it has everything you need.”

You stared at Levi. “Did you spend all day today doing this and not in meetings?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I didn’t have a single business meeting today. I spent the day finding you an apartment and meeting with people to get it and to get the place filled with furniture, food and clothes.”

You dove into his arms. “Levi.” You clung tightly to him. “Thank you.”

He held you tightly. “You’re welcome. You ready to see your new home?”

“Yes!”

He put his arm around you and walked through the gate and up to the front door. He presented a keycard and pushed it into the card machine causing the door to unlock. With a gentle push, the door opened to reveal a roomy home all on one floor. The place was cosy, welcoming and decorated to your taste. All the lighting was soft with a warm glow. There was the perfect amount of blankets on seats and cuddly toys.

As Levi led you through your new home it was clear he had bought you the latest technology. Everything you dreamed of was now yours in your new home. He’d given you a massive comfy bed that you could just melt in. Outside was a pool along with a pretty garden full of fruit and vegetables. A gentle running of water near an outdoor seat that looked like a bed for you to curl up in looked like heaven.

Levi took your hand and took you to the kitchen. “I stocked it up. You have everything you need.”

You smile sweetly at Levi. “You want to stay for dinner?” Your cheeks burned. “The bed is big enough for us to share if you need or want to stay over.”

“If you’re happy to have me.”

“I am.” You pointed to the kitchen. “I will get dinner started. I’m going to make a nice pasta dish. Is that okay?”

Levi wrapped an arm around you. “Any food you cook will be divine.”

“You’re too kind.” Your cheeks burned a little. “Do you want to um maybe make some nice toasted bread with some olive oil and rock salt?”

He took his blazer off and rolled his sleeves off to reveal all his muscles and wonderful tattoos. “I’ll get right to work.” He started working and paused for a moment when he felt eyes on him. “See something you like?”

Your cheeks burned when he caught you staring. “Umm…yes…you…”

He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Well, I really like what I see.”

You nibbled your lip a little. “Mm, that surprises me 'cause I’m not…I don’t feel…”

“You are more beautiful than you think.” He played with your hair. “You make my heart throb a lot.”

You blushed a little. “Mine too.” You turned from him. “We should get cooking.”

A gentle chuckle came from Levi. The two of you worked together making a delicious dinner. A divine mixture of herbs mixed in the air. It was like the two of you had been a couple for a long time. Working together to make a dinner was so natural. There was just something so wholesome and welcoming about the two of you. You slotted together like two puzzle pieces. It was just natural between the two of you.

Levi kindly set up the table while you plated up the dinner plates. Everything was set in its place before the two of you sat together and ate. As the night drew in the two of you remained together just talking and lightly holding hands on the table. It was Levi who noticed that time and that you were slowly falling asleep.

He wrapped his arms around you and carefully lifted you from your seat at the table. He carried you through the hall and to your new room. He gently woke you allowing him to present you with your night clothes. “You have to change into these, okay?”

You whined a little before sleepily changing. “Fiiine.”

Levi turned his back quickly. “You cute dope.”

You flopped onto the bed when you were done. “Mm, tired.”

“You should rest.” He helped you get into bed before he tucked you in. “Sleep well.”

A panic set in causing you to reach over and grab Levi’s hand. “You’re not leaving me, are you?”

“I just…I know you said I could stay, but I’ll go on the sofa.”

You pulled him closer to you. “Stay with me, please.”

“But.”

You gently squeezed his hand. “Please?”

He hummed a little in thought. To stay with you in bed would mean steps towards you becoming a couple, but it could also mean you being put into danger more because of the job Levi had. However, he could protect you better if he kept you closer. As his mind raced over the things he should do, he decided to stay with you because you tugged him closer and gave him a cute smile.

He released a long sigh. “All right, I’ll stay. I’ll be sleeping in my boxes though, that okay?”

“Yeah.”

You watched closely as he removed his clothes. Your heart raced at seeing him standing in your new room in just tight boxers. The muscles on Levi were beautifully defined, he wasn’t covered in too many but the right amount to show he was incredibly strong. A few scars dotted his skin and some were only slightly hidden by his tattoos. Both his arms and legs were covered in stunning artwork, and his back was decorated to perfection. Only a few tattoos graced his chest.

Levi lightly ruffled his hair before climbing into bed next to you. “Are you sure this is okay?”

You nodded shyly. “Yes, it’s very okay.”

He relaxed against the sheets. “Good. Well, I’ll shut off the light.” He gave you a little smile. “Goodnight.”

You rolled onto your side and wiggled closer to him. “Night, Levi.” You whined a little as you started to worry. “You’ll stay, right?”

He reached over and took your hand. “Yes.” He placed a sweet kiss against your skin. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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[parkersbliss]

Hello there I see your opening for requests for five I started watching the show last week and I've fallen in love with the Lil time jumper.

Can I request a one-shot where Five falls for the reader with a beautiful voice n he discovers that she's one of the 43 superpowered kids?

I love music and singing so I always thought there has to be a character who is a siren or black canary like

five out here stealing everyone’s hearts

i hope you like this I rewrote it twice 😭

Enchanting | F. Hargreeves

pairing; five hargreeves x female!siren!reader

wc; 2.3K

warnings: cursing, the handler (she’s so creepy)

synopsis: five and you meet the handler and he begins to doubt you’re telling him the truth

requests: CLOSED

a/n: did I just want a spicy kiss scene? maybe

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt list 

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Time froze, and you turn to Five with a confused expression. You glance around to see Luther standing in front of you and Five, bullet heading straight for him. Hazel and Cha-Cha are suspended in thin air as Klaus’ head sticks out of an ice cream truck. Now, in the time you’ve known Five, this was definitely on the bizarre side.

“Neat trick, isn’t it?” A voice spoke, appearing in front of both of you.

Five just stares at her, frown on his face, and you assume this is the infamous Handler.

“Hello, Five,” She greets. “You look good, all things considered. It’s good to see you again. Feels like we met just yesterday. Course, you were a little bit older then. Congratulations on the age regression, by the way. Very Clever. Threw us off the scent.”

Five rocks forward on his feet, hand in his pockets. “Ah, well, I wish I could take credit. I just miscalculated the time dilation projections, and well, you know. Here I am.”

“Who’s your little friend?” She asked, walking towards you.

Immediately, he puts an arm in front of you, pushing you behind him as he glares at the woman. “She’s unimportant right now.”

“She certainly seems important to you.”

“She's merely a friend who got caught up in this,” Five spoke calmly. Though there was the tiniest tint of fear in his voice. He knows you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. However, he still doesn’t like knowing that the Handler could have another advantage over him. And he certainly doesn’t like knowing you could be in danger.

The Handler sighs, accepting that’s all she was gonna get. “Why don’t you tell me what you really want?”

“I want you to put a stop to it.”

“You realize what you’re asking for is next to impossible, even for me. What’s meant to be is meant to be. That’s our raison d’être.”

“Yeah, what about survival as a raison?” Five asked, pulling out a gun and aiming at her. Your eyes widen. Where the hell did he get that thing?

“I’ll just be replaced,” The Handler shrugged. “I”m but a small cog in a machine. This fantasy you’ve been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse is just that, a fantasy. I must say though, we’re all quite impressed with your initiative. Your stick-to-itiveness, really quite… quite something. Which is why we want to offer you a new position back at the commission, in management.”

Your jaw drops at that. There was no way they wanted Five back, right? You didn’t know much about his history there, but you seriously doubted betrayal was rewarded.

“Sorry, what’s that now?” Five questiones, just as shocked as you are.

The Handler smiles. “Come back to work for us again. You know it’s where you belong.”

“Well,” Five clicks his tongue. “It didn’t work out too well the last time.”

“But you wouldn’t be in the correction division any longer. I”m talking about the home office. You’d have the best health and pension and an end to this ceaseless travel.” She takes a few more steps forward, and you feel threatened as Five pushes you back more.

“You’re a distinguished professional in schoolboy shorts. We have the technology to reverse the process. I mean, you… you can’t be happy like this!”

“I’m not looking for happy,” Five said simply, and your heart aches at that.

The Handler steps in front of him, placing a hand on his cheek, and that’s your last straw.

“We’re all looking for happy. We can make that happen. We can make you yourself again,” She said. When her hand doesn’t move, your eyes flash green, and you whisper something low under your breath, almost like you’re singing, and her hand falls.

She looks at you with a sickening grin. “My, my, my. What do we have here?”

“I’d advise you to step away from us before I do a lot worse,” You sneer.

She takes a step back, a smug smile on her face, and if you really wanted to, you’d slap it right off.

“Where did you come from, little one?” Her attention is now directed at you, and the look on her face makes your stomach flip.

“Leave her out of this!” Five shouts, stepping in front of you again. “Finish your deal.”

“Aw,” The Handler pouts, placing a hand on her heart. “She has you under your spell, doesn’t she?”

You scoff. Oh, this lady really wanted to see what you were capable of, huh?

Five says nothing, just glares at her. “If I come back, what about my family?”

“What about them?”

“I want them to survive.”

“All of them?” She questions.

“Yes, all of them,” Five said, clearly annoyed.

“Under one condition.”

“What?” Five barks, lowering his gun.

“The girl also comes with,” She sticks her hand out. “Do we have a deal?”

Five glances back at you, and though you don’t even want him to take the deal in the first place, you trust him. Though, if you really wanted to, it was easy enough to make The Handler change her mind, but it was only temporary, so she would find her way back.

Five hesitates, scared at the prospect of bringing you to the place he once worked. There was so much that could go wrong, so much that could take you away from him. But he doesn't have much of a choice, and he has a plan.

It'll work. Five grabs her hand and yours. “Deal.”

She smiles, and in a flash of blue light, you’re gone.

The Handler takes her sweet time showing off the commission and explaining Five’s new job. It honestly bores the hell out of you, and at one point, you debate enchanting her to just finish up, but you can tell Five knows what you’re gonna do because he shakes his head.

She hands Five his first case, smiling in that fake sweet way of hers before turning to you. “And I’d like you to follow me.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Five said. “I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know what you’re gonna do with her.”

“Oh, relax. I just want to see the extent of her abilities. She could be of good use here.”

Five’s jaw hardens at that. The thought of you working here? Absolutely not. After the hell he’s been through, he wouldn’t want that for anyone and especially not you. And he knew The Handler, and even despite your powers, he wouldn’t be shocked if she found a way to use you against him. The thought alone put him on edge. But then your voice echoes in his head. “Trust me.”

And he begrudgingly agrees. “But if you lay one hand on her, I will personally see to it that this entire building is burnt to ashes with you in the center.”

The Handler just chuckles before leading you away and to what you assume is her office. She gestures for you to sit in one of the grand chairs across from her desk, and you do.

“And your name?”

“(Y/N).”

“My,” The Handler sighs. “Your voice is quite captivating, isn’t it?”

“So I’ve been told.”

She reaches a hand out, tracing your delicate features. “And extraordinarily beautiful.”

You back away from her touch, a little uncomfortable. She really has no concept of personal space, does she?

“If I assume correctly, same birthday as the others?”

“October 1st, 1989.”

“And, yet you look the same age as that boy. No older than 18.”

You just shrug, staring at the wall of collectibles behind her. “You said it yourself, extraordinarily beautiful. I age slower, I guess.”

She hums in thought, her eyes tracing over your features, and you shift in your seat. “What do you want?”

“You,” she said simply. “I want you to work for us. You and Five, here at the commission! You are of great value, dear. Tell me, what else can you do?”

You figure there’s no harm in telling her, assuming Five gets you both out of here in the next hour or two. “Mind control, enhanced balance, agility, senses, and reflexes.”

“Interesting,” The Handler hums. “And how does it work?”

“I just sing what I want, and it happens. It’s like a voice in their head they can’t ignore.”

“Who would ignore a voice like that?” She sighs.

You’re, of course, used to it. That still didn’t make it any less weird, considering she was the enemy.

“And Five?” She asked.

You narrow your eyes. “What about him?”

“Oh please,” She dismissed. “The poor boys whipped for you. Was that your own doing?”

You scoff at that. Of course, she would accuse you of such a thing. Your powers were a gift, sure. But you didn’t use them for your own selfish needs. God, you’d never use them on someone like that. At that point, would it be worth it? You’d have to live with the guilt of knowing they never really loved you or whatever. Not that Five loved you or anything. You liked each other, yes. But you weren’t quite sure you’d say love yet.

“No,” You said simply. Your patience was growing thinner by the minute, and you really hoped Five had a plan.

“Tell you what,” The Handler starts, standing up. “Why don’t I show you towards the training rooms? You can get familiar, meet some friends, and then I’ll take you back to Five for lunch.”

You know that there isn’t really an option here, so you just agree and follow her out.

…

You yelp when a hand grabs you by the waist and drags you inside the bathroom.

“What the he—”

“Relax, it’s me,” Five said, turning your around in his arms.

You slap him on the arm. “You can’t just do that!”

He gives you his classic smirk. “Well, I did.” He opens a stall door, “After you.”

You glare at him but follow inside anyway. You can tell by the file in his hand this was something important. Five slips past you, locking the stall and sitting on the closed toilet.

“So, what did you find?” You asked, arms crossed and gesturing to the file in his hand.

However, he avoids your gaze, staring at the floor instead. “I have to ask you something.”

You raise an eyebrow, hoping he can’t see the fear on your face. Nothing good ever came after those words. What if he wanted you to stay here? What if he thought you were no good anymore? Could this really be it?

“Is it real?”

You furrow your brows. “Is what real?”

“The way I feel towards you.”

“You mean—”

“Do I love you, (Y/N)? Or is this all in my head because you’re…. you?”

Your eyes widen, heart dropping to the floor. Firstly, Five did love you, and secondly, he wasn’t even sure it was real. Which hurt a lot more than you thought. You understand that maybe he just wants that reassurance but isn’t it bad enough that he has to ask? That he doesn’t think his own feelings towards you are real?

“I knew you had powers, but I never stopped to consider what they are. I mean, you’re one of us! The 43 kids, who’s to say I’m not some mission to you?”

You’re shocked but the sudden outburst. Five already knew most of this. He knew you could hypnotize people. Why the sudden change?

Although, you have your suspicions that only one person was responsible for this. But before you could reply, the door opens, and heels click against the floor.

Speak of the fucking devil. “So, how’s your first day going?”

In an instant, Five grabs your wrist and harshly tugs you into him. You fall into his arms, trying not to gasp in surprise.

“Couldn’t be better,” Five said through gritted teeth.

You spare a glance at him, hiding your burning face.

“Glad to hear it.”

The sound of a skirt falling to the floor echoes through the bathroom, and then the sound of someone using the bathroom. Five makes a face of disgust and annoyance as you bury your face in his shoulder, trying not to laugh.

“Ah, I burned my rugae. Ever burn your rugae? Rugae. The ridges on the hard palate that helps pass food to the esophagus. Anyways, I’m on a liquid diet for two days, hence the marathon of urination. One faulty cog and nothing works as it would.”

Five just clicks his tongue as you shake against him, laughing silently. This had to be perfect timing.

“You must know we value integrity at the office about all else. Trust is essential, and that trust is… built over time. But in the vent of a breach, the commission will act swiftly and without mercy. An efficient I’m sure you above all people can appreciate, Number Five.”

The stall door closes, and the sound of running water is heard.

“I’m feeling peckish. Have you had your lunch?” The Handler questions. Her heels turn in your direction and you start to panic.

“Not yet,” Five answered as her heels stop right in front of your stall, and you look at Five with wide eyes.

And then, in one quick movement, you grab him by his neck and smash your lips onto his. He reciprocated quickly, his hands tangling in your hair.

“Great! How would you like to lunch with me in my office? You can eat solid foods, and I can live vicariously—,” She gasped at the sight of you and Five, basically with your tongues down each other's throats. This confirms your suspicions that this lady was a creep, and looked over the stall.

“My apologies,” She said. “See you for lunch!”

And with that, she left.

Though you didn’t notice, as your lips continued to find his. Eventually, though, he stops.

He pants heavily, a frown on his face. “Is it all a lie?”

You shake your head, leaning your forehead against his. “No, no, it isn’t. Everything you feel is real. If you love me, then you really love me.”

“It’s not the sound of your beautiful voice and your gorgeous face?”

You chuckle, “No. No, I promise, Five. This is real.”

He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. “You didn’t say it back yet.”

Your lips find his once more, mumbling a sweet “I love you too” against his lips.

-- END --

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Luv is Dro (NSFW 18+)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Jack has always said that his wife is his inspiration for many things in his life, including songs and in first lady verse she is the main girl in the Luv is Dro video 🥰

Synopsis: After spending some quality time together for your anniversary, Jack goes to the studio and comes up with a little surprise for you the day after

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a few of you and inspired by @mortirolo ‘s dream that she had so you can thank her for the filth that is down below lol

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The entire day had gone perfectly and it was definitely your favorite anniversary that you spent with your husband by far. It was no secret how much Jack spoiled you and how if you said you wanted something, nine times out of ten the next day it was in your hands.

However, it went both ways.

You didn’t think Jack knew how spoiled he actually was by you, but you decided to let it slide. 

You were thankful to have married someone who took your feelings and opinions into consideration and it was the same way with Jack. 

The way you two would protect each other and go to war for one another was no secret.

You were his and he was yours.

And that was never going to change.

You had lit one of your favorite candles that Saweetie had gotten you when she was in New York and it always instantly relaxed you.

You were admiring your new Cartier bracelet that graced your wrist as the moonlight shone through the windows and hit your face at the perfect angle.

You felt a presence behind you as Jack reached down to place several kisses along your neck making you let out a quiet moan as he then bit down and continued to suck on that same spot.

"I think I owe my wife a massage. I know you've been asking for one all week."

"But, I want you."

"You have me, baby. You always have me."

"You know what I mean."

"Let me love up on you. Can I do that first and then I'll give you any and everything you want." Jack whispered in your ear before kissing beneath it.

You already knew your black thong was soaked and it was only a matter of time before Jack would be peeling it off of you.

"You'll get the massage on one condition though."

"And what's that?" You curiously asked as Jack turned you around to face him.

"That you not have on clothes." Jack smirked while looking down at you and all you could do was reach up to kiss him as you made a motion to grab him and massage him through his dress pants.

He immediately hissed at the sensation and threw his head back making you let out a small laugh.

"Well that can be arranged." You replied as you moved your hand from Jack and he reached under the short black dress you were wearing to feel how wet you were for him.

"Damn mamas. Who got you this wet? I haven't even done anything yet."

"You and only you." You quietly answered as Jack slowly backed you up and gently laid you down onto the bed.

Jack held eye contact with you as he slowly took your thong in between his teeth and pulled them down to throw them to the side of the room with them being long forgotten. 

"Babe, please."

"Patience, my baby. I'm taking my time with you so don't expect to go to sleep anytime soon. Oh, and I hope you know I meant I would be massaging you with my tongue."

"Then get to it." You reached up to pull your dress over your head leaving you completely bare in front of your husband since you weren't wearing a bra.

"You're so so beautiful. I never get tired of admiring my wife."

All you could do was smile as Jack settled between those thick thighs that he loved so much.

"I can't wait to taste you, baby. You ready?"

"I'm always ready for you."

"You say that now, but you better not run from me."

"No promises." You replied as Jack put his mouth on you and began to work his magic.

Your hands immediately went to play in his curly hair and pull him closer if that was possible.

You then felt him slowly enter one finger while still keeping his mouth on you as your moans grew in terms of how loud they were.

"Baby…."

"You always do that shit. Fix it."

"Daddy."

"Better and don't mess up again. If you do, I won’t let you cum." 

Jack then added two more fingers and increased his pace hearing those soft whimpers falling from your lips.

You wrapped your legs around Jack locking him in place and he simply smirked as he was still pleasuring you.

"I'm close."

"I know, don't you think I know my wife's body inside and out?" Jack asked as he took you into his mouth and sweetly sucked on your clit until you came undone.

Wanting to return the favor, you quickly put your hair up into a ponytail and flipped the two of you over so Jack was underneath you.

"Damn, baby girl." Jack said, surprised at your strength. 

You had no idea when Jack had lost the rest of his clothes, but you weren't complaining.

You slowly licked the underside of his dick and caught the precum on your tongue before fully taking him into your mouth. 

"Oh shit, mamas." Jack blurted out before immediately grabbing hold of your hair and lifting his hips in order for you to take more of him in your mouth. 

"That's it, pretty girl. You're taking me so well."

You were going at a slow and even pace taking your time and wanting to give the most pleasure to your husband.

You could tell Jack was getting antsy because he kept trying to push you closer to him to go at a faster pace but you weren't budging.

"Baby, come on."

You took him out of your mouth in order to respond to him.

"Be patient. Isn't that what you told me earlier?"

"Just wait until you finish."

You then took him back into your mouth and increased your pace earning multiple moans from your husband.

Soon you felt warm sticky liquid slide down your throat.

Jack looked at you and noticed that some of it had leaked on the side of your mouth and he cleared his throat in order for you to lick it up instantly making him get hard again.

"Baby?"

"Yes?"

"I need you to ride me."

"Anything for you." 

You straddled your husband before you lined yourself up to your entrance and slowly guided yourself down making a loud moan escape from your lips.

You placed your hands on Jack's stomach and his hands went to your hips to help guide you.

"That's it baby, I want you to ride the shit out this dick."

"You don't have to tell me twice." 

Jack then reached up to take one of your breasts in his mouth as you moaned and continued to ride him.

Your arms then immediately wrapped around his neck as he then switched to the other one and you increased your pace riding him.

"Fuck, baby." 

You then began to move your hips in a circular motion as Jack once again bit down on your neck and moaned in your ear.

Knowing he was close, he tried to push you off of him but you held onto him tighter knowing that he had no other option but to release inside of you.

"Baby! I'm about to…

"I know. Just cum in me."

"But!"

You always had this rule that if Jack didn't put on a condom, he would pull out since neither of you were ready to become parents.

Especially when Jack's career was just taking off.

Jack had already told you that he wanted to be in a good place in his career where he felt secure enough to get you pregnant and know that there wouldn't be a struggle to take care of them.

"Just do it. You feel too entirely fucking good and I'm not about to move off you until you do."

"Shit, mamas. Say less. You want me to put a baby in you?"

"Yes daddy."

"Can't wait to see you pregnant. You're going to look so beautiful."

Without another word, you clenched yourself around him as he massaged your clit and immediately felt him release in you as you also rode out your high.

"Damn, you feel so fucking good."

You couldn't get over how good it felt and looked down to see some of it cascading down his dick.

You reached down to coat your fingers in it before bringing them back up to your mouth taking in how good your husband tasted. 

You stayed on top of him for a few more minutes to recover before he flipped the both of over and slid back inside you making you a moaning mess.

"Fuckkk Jack."

"Don't tell me you thought you weren't going to see an appearance from Missionary Jack."

"My absolute favorite."

"Then spread them legs and act like you want it." 

You did as you were told which allowed him to go deeper in you and you wrapped your left leg around him. 

Jack was placing kisses along your neck as he continued to pound into you. 

“Whose pussy is this mamas?”

You didn’t even answer him and he rolled his eyes.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yours.” You forced yourself to say because the sensation was leaving you breathless and you had hugged Jack tighter to your chest.

“Speak up. If that’s mine, then tell me that’s mine.”

“It’s yours.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Then without warning, he pulled himself out leaving you confused.

"Uhh, babe? What the fuck? I was close."

"I know. I want to put my tongue on that pussy. You just taste so good and I can't get enough."

Shit, you weren't about to argue with that.

Jack began lapping at your folds as you were in literal ecstasy from the sensation. You knew you were close and attempted to pull on his curls to bring him in closer when he suddenly pulled away and slid back into you. 

"Mmm babyyyyyy!"

"Take that shit mamas."

"I…. I…." 

Jack leaned down to kiss you as he moved his fingers to massage your clit, just as he felt you were about to release, he stopped and put his tongue back on you.

Between Jack eating you out and edging you, you were done for.

"Shit, shit, shit. Jackkkkk!"

"Hmm what's wrong baby? You better take this dick like the good girl you are. You want to make daddy happy don't you? Open your mouth."

Jack then proceeded to spit into your mouth as he continued to pound mercilessly into you. He had his left hand around your neck and you were coming undone.

You were close and he knew it and removed himself from you, making you whimper.

"Baby!!"

"Wait a minute." Jack replied as his mouth went back on you. He then came up for air for a second and pulled you by your thighs to the edge of the  bed before continuing to eat you out. 

"Let me fucking cum!"

"Now is that any way to talk to your husband?"

"Come onnnnnnn baby!"

"Be patient my love."

Jack went back to his task and heard nothing but soft whimpers from you. 

"I don't…. Hmm… I can't take ittttt!"

"Yes you can. Be a good girl and I promise to let you cum in the next thirty seconds."

Jack only smirked before adding three fingers into you and watched you come undone underneath him with you squirting all over his face.

"Damn mamas, I made you feel that good?" Jack asked as he went back to licking you and you shuddered every time he did.

"You always do."

Jack smiled as he leaned down to kiss you before sliding back into you.

He was close and wanted for the both of you to get as much pleasure as possible.

"You've been such a good girl for me tonight. I think you deserve what I'm about to give you."

"If it isn't your cum, I don't want it."

"Oh, but it is."

Jack then removed himself from you and released all over your chest.

You never got tired of seeing the face he makes when he's about to cum and when he finally does.

"You know what to do, lick that shit up."

You did as you were told and when you finally finished Jack was placing kisses along your thighs, moved up toward your stomach, your breasts, your neck and finally your lips.

"You okay sweetie?" Jack asked while looking down at you and kissing your forehead. You shook your head yes before Jack slid off the bed and picked you up Bridal style to head into the bathroom. 

Jack proceeded to sit you on the sink and you were swinging your legs as Jack placed your shower cap over your hair so you wouldn't get it wet.

He then waited for the shower to warm up before picking you back up and placing both of you in it.

Your legs almost gave out under you but luckily Jack was able to catch you before you fell and simply laughed while you rolled your eyes.

"I'm too tired to fight you, but I will later."

"You not about to have the strength to fight me later either."

You continued to lather yourself up as you reached up to wash Jack's hair for him.

One thing you absolutely loved was playing in his curls.

You made sure not to get shampoo in his eyes and brought him down for a kiss when you were finished.

You attempted to rinse the both of you off before Jack pulled you into another kiss.

"I fucking love you, you know that?" Jack said while looking down at you and you immediately smiled.

"I love you too boo bear. So so so very much." 

Jack blushed at hearing one of his favorite nicknames that you call him and you couldn't help but to laugh.

"You are so cute when you blush."

"Cut it out, mamas!"

"But you are! And you are all mine and I'm thankful every single day that you're my husband. Happy anniversary my baby."

Once the two of you got out the shower, Jack proceeded to dry you off and put on your favorite lavender lotion which also helps put you to sleep.

He placed your favorite pink bonnet over your hair before tucking you in under the covers and kissing your forehead.

Within twenty minutes, you were fast asleep. 

The next day you were simply writing songs to pass the time when you suddenly got a facetime call from none other than your husband.

“Hi pookie! What’s up? I thought you were in the studio.”

“Hey my baby. I am and uhhhh could you actually come to the studio real quick?” Jack asked while scratching the back of his neck. A sign to you that he was nervous.

“Sure, is everything okay?” You asked while walking towards your closet in an attempt to find something to wear.

“Uh yeah. I just want you to listen to something that I wrote for you.” Jack replied as his face turned a bright shade of red.

“Wait! For me? Is that why you look so nervous?”

“Babyyyyy, come on. Stopppp.”

You laughed as you picked out a black pair of leggings, your pink crop top, and your black and pink New Balance sneakers.

“Never, Jackman. I love seeing you blush. But I’m on my way. Be there in 20, okay?”

“Okay, I love you.”

“Love you more boo bear.” You said and sure enough Jack turned red all over again and you laughed before hanging up.

As promised, twenty minutes later you were walking into the studio to see that Jack was in there by himself which clearly confused you.

You went and took your rightful place on Jack’s lap and it looked like he never recovered from your phone call earlier and had a blush on his face. 

You quickly kissed him and smiled at him waiting for him to play you the song.

“Uh, baby?”

“Umm, I just hope you like it.”

“Jackman, you made it for me so I know I will. What’s the story behind it?”

“You want me to be honest?”

“Oh lord. Am I not going to like this answer?”

“No, no, you will… I just….”

“Out with it.”

“Last night inspired me and uh I called Bryson and yeah…”

“Shiiiiit, you about to have my panties soaked huh?”

“Baby, don’t say that shit unless you want to rip those leggings off you. And I know good and damn well you haven't recovered from last night.”

“Okay, okay, okay. Play it for me.”

Turn off the lights

Let the moonshine through the blinds, I can see fine (turn off, baby, yeah, ayy)

Light a candle

You know that I'm tryna get behind, press on your spine

Girl, you lookin' damn good

I can't even lie I'm mesmerized

It's in you

To me tonight

It's in your eyes, uh

That's that shit I like, yeah

That's that shit I like, uh

That's that shit I like

Baby, put your hair back

That's that shit I like, yeah

That's that shit I like, uh

That's that shit I like

'Cause I wanna see your face

Let the moon shine through the blinds, I can see fine

And, damn, you fine

Don't be nervous

You know that I'm tryna to get behind, press on your spine

Girl, I got you, I got you (I got you)

I can't even lie I'm mesmerized

It's in your eyes

Let me love you slow (slow, ooh, woah)

I'm not in a rush, girl, I'ma love you slow

Take my time tonight

Can I take my time? Plus, girl my love is dro

I'll give you a rush, see, girl my love is dro (is dro)

And I'ma love you slow

Take a hit of me baby, baby, baby

Yeah

Know you had a long day, I can see it in your face

And now you just got off of work

The sun is down, it's gettin' late

And now you say you need a break

Girl, you know exactly what I'm 'bout to say

But I won't say a thing, bae

Know this what you need, bae

Hit an instant replay

Yes, I had to get it twice, breakfast, lunch, and dinner

Now take off them denims

Now take off this linen

I need all that missin'

Baby, when you call, I'm dippin'

Pull up to your, pull up to your, pull up to your spot

I'm gon' get you hot

Listen we gon', start with that massage, workin' down your thighs

Baby, I'ma push up on you, feel the size (show me how you feel)

Show me how you feel inside

If that's mine, then tell me that's mine (tell me, tell me it's mine, yeah)

Somebody must've shown you how to ride 'cause (show you how to ride)

You do it right, you're not too wild with it

I take my time with it, mm-hmm

Baby, you should let me love you slow (yeah)

I'm not in a rush, girl (baby, I'ma love you)

I'ma love you slow

Baby, nice and slow, girl

Can I take my time? Plus, girl my love is dro (it's dro)

I give you a rush, see, girl my love is dro (so I'ma take my time, yeah)

And I'ma love you slow

Yeah

Me and Jack and Static

This a motherfuckin' classic

The song had ended and you were simply sitting there staring off into space.

Jack finally peeked over at you to see if you were okay.

“Baby girl?”

“PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE PUTTING THIS ON THE ALBUM AND DOING A VIDEO FOR IT! OHHHH DADDY YOU GOT ME HOT!! I CAN’T FUCKING STAND WHEN YOU DO THIS SHIT!”

Jack then busted out laughing at you and all you could do was laugh right along with him.

“So, you like it?”

“I literally just called you daddy did I not? Or should I say zaddy? Yes, zaddy vibes. I’m so proud of you baby. This album is going to be AMAZING!!”

You adjusted yourself on top of Jack’s lap and immediately felt him get hard.

“Hmm, want me to take care of that for you?”  You politely asked while turning around to look at him.

“You have ten minutes until everyone comes back.”

“Well I only need nine.” You replied while smirking and dropping down to your knees.

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[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

Today - March 12th, 1974 - Queen Story!

Interview with Freddie Mercury – NME

by Julie Webb

It was clear for all to see that Queen’s Freddie Mercury wasn’t in the best of health. His hair lacked the recent attention of heated curling tongs; a cold sore was erupting above his upper lip; and horror – seems he’d not been able to summon enough strength to apply Biba black nail polish to more than one hand.

Mercury was worried as the camera lens zoomed in on him. He beseeched us to “touch up the picture to remove the cold sore if you can.”

I know it sounds like we’re setting the guy up, but he takes it all in good heart. Why, last time we met he stated he was “gay as a daffodil” – and here he was, willingly holding a daffodil in hand, outside Buckingham Palace. He posed regally, shirt temporarily coming unhitched from his trousers, revealing a hairy chest.

The British tour sapped most of the Mercury energy. Bedridden with laryngitis when it finished, he had just a few free days to repair any mental or physical damage before Queen joined Mott The Hoople on their two-month tour of America.

He is, in short pretty knackered – and if the American tour seems to be happening too soon after Britain, there’s no way he can change things.

I’d like a couple of weeks off, but you’ve got to push yourself. But we’re at a stage in our careers, my dear, where it’s just got to be done. I shall be resting on my laurels soon…”

He stops, considers the last remark and realises he may have said the wrong thing. Hurriedly he comes in with, “To put it another way, I shall try and reap my profits. I’ve worked my ass off these past few months. I’ve worked till I’ve dropped and after a while you physically can’t do it.”

Didn’t he think the British tour was a bit too busy, what with so many gigs included. “Yes it was a heavy tour, but it put us in a different bracket overnight. It’s a tour we had to do and I think now we’ve done it we can do the next British tour on our own terms, exactly how we like.

“With this tour we were booked in well beforehand at semi-big venues and, by the time we came to doing them, we had the album out, we’d got a bit of TV exposure and everything escalated. I think if we’d waited we could have done all the big venues – it’s just a matter of timing. But I’m glad we did the tour when we did. Even though there was a lot of physical and mental strain – so many things to worry about other than the music.”

A situation not improved by the fact that all members of Queen are, according to Mercury, “very highly strung”. Add to that his admitted bad temper. “I’m very emotional. Whereas before, I was given time to make my decisions, now nearly all of us are so highly strung we just snap. We always argue but I think it’s a healthy sign because we get to the root of the matter and squeeze the best out. But lately so much is happening, it’s escalating so fast that everybody wants to know almost instantly, and I certainly get very temperamental.”

“You’ve got to know where to draw the line. But the public always come first – it’s a corny thing to say but I mean it. Lately I’ve been throwing things around which is very unlike me. I threw a glass at someone the other day. I think I’m going to go mad in a few years time; I’m going to be one of those insane musicians.”

It’s at this point that I begin to wonder about Mercury. On stage he lords it around like some old slag. Offstage, he’s vain, camp – yet a nice enough dude.

He just has an unfortunate way with him during interviews, coming out with quotes and stories that are bound to be misconstrued or lay him wide open to mickey-taking. This could well account for some of the unkind press the band have received.

“I think, to an extent, we are a sitting target because we gained popularity quicker than most bands and we’ve been talked about more than any other band in the last month, so it’s inevitable. Briefly, I’d be the first one to accept fair criticism. I think it would be wrong if all we got were good reviews – but it’s when you get unfair, dishonest reviews where people haven’t done their homework that I get annoyed.” Unlike many British bands, they’ve waited until the time was right and are appearing on the same bill as Mott, who will assuredly pull in large crowds.

So the present and the future seem well assured I enquire about the past – like, what kind of family background does a guy like Mercury have?

“Middle-class. Musicians aren’t social rejects any more. If you mean; Have I got upper class parents who put a lot of money into me? Was I spoilt? – no. My parents were very strict. I wasn’t the only one, I’ve got a sister, I was at boarding school for nine years so I didn’t see my parents that often. That background helped me a lot because it taught me to fend for myself.”

Boarding school… if we are to believe stories that circulate about boarding schools – brutish behaviour, homosexual goings-on – well, the mind positively boggles in Freddie Mercury’s case.

I broach the subject…

“it’s stupid to say there is no such thing in boarding schools. All the things they say about them are more or less true. All the bullying and everything else. I’ve had the odd schoolmaster chasing me. It didn’t shock me because somehow boarding schools… you’re not confronted by it, you are just slowly aware of it. It’s going through life.”

So was he the pretty boy who everyone wanted to lay?

“Funnily enough, yes. Anybody goes through that. I was considered the arch poof.”

So how about being bent?

“You’re a crafty cow. Let’s put it this way, there were times when I was young and green. It’s a thing schoolboys go through. I’ve had my share of schoolboy pranks. I’m not going to elaborate further.”

Oh dear. And just when we were doing so well.

📸 Pic: 1974 - Freddie Mercury posing

#nme magazine #freddie mercury interview 1974 #1974 #interview #julie webb #freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor

[alder-saan]

Hiya love! I was wondering if I could request a Cersei Lannister x Fem HandMaiden where R has been her maiden for like forever and has a massive crush on Cersei and Cersei like them back sorta thing ? I know that’s very vague apologies if it becomes difficult.

Much love I adore your writing so so much!!

AAAAAH that'smyfavouritetropeomglikewow

And I love Cersei too (yes, I love Cersei and Brienne, I'm Jaime)

That's okay for giving me a vague description of what you wanted, this trope will always inspire me. And I hope you'll like it.

This one-shot is inspired by Warming her pearls by Carol Ann Duffy.

The pearls

Cercei Lannister x fem! Handmaiden! reader

Warnings: none

Wordcount: ~1700

not real angst, not real fluff... just something in between

You were in her room, silently watching her opening a golden box set with precious stones. She had just discovered it, as it had been placed on a shelf in her room during the day. And in the evening, when you and her went back to her bedroom, you saw it. A present from Jaime, you thought. Gods you hated that man. He had never been mean or even contemptuous, but you hated the way he kissed Cersei. You hated the way she seemed so happy with him. You hated him for being loved by your mistress...

Her back was to you, but in the mirror, you could see her and the box in her lovely hands. In the case, on red velvet, was lying a necklace, with big milky pearls. All white, with pink and blue hue. But the most beautiful, and also the most painful, was her smile when she saw it. A big smile who meant "I love when Jaime spends money for me". She was the kind of woman who loved receiving gifts. And these gifts, big dazzling jewels, wild silk dresses, aged red wines, black panther furs were unaffordable for you.

Cersei looked at you in the mirror, but you didn't see her glance. You were thinking about how she moaned when Jaime kissed her. And how bad you wished she moaned like this on your lips.

"Y/N?" she said, putting the pearls around her neck.

Her voice brought you back to reality.

"Yes, my Lady?"

"You don't like the pearls, do you?"

"Your necklace is beautiful, my Lady."

"Then what are your pretty lips twisting like that for, mh? I hope that's not for me..."

"N-No, never, my Lady. I owe you everything."

"I'm glad you remember it. But why did you look so angry? Tell me."

"Just some guy who annoys me." You shrugged, that was a partial truth.

"Who? I can sentence him to death..."

"Gods, no. No need to do that."

Your Queen gave you a suspicious look. You tried as best you could to act natural.

"Mh. Let's take a bath, shall we?"

"As you command, my Lady."

You smiled a bit. That was your own privilege. As her handmaid, you would see Cersei Lannister every day in Eve's clothes. You followed her into the bathroom of King's Landing castle.

It was a big room, with many pools, some hotter, some colder. In the evening, the golden light reflected on the water, highlighting the ceiling with hundreds of dancing little stars. You locked the door behind you, making sure no one would disturb you (even though the bathroom was exclusive to members of the Royal Family). She was waiting for you to help her undress.

You started unbuttoning the back of her dress. The fabric slipped off the soft skin of her shoulders by itself, gradually revealing her back to your eyes. You turned around her, bowing to lower her dress a little at time. Now you were in front of her, at her feet, you untied her shoes.

"Y/N? Look at me darling, please."

You raised your head, a bit confuse. Did you do something wrong? But she only gave you a little smile.

"Gods if all my servants obeyed me like you do..."

You looked again at her shoes, as she lifted a foot for you to take of one.

"I will do anything you ask of me, my Lady."

"Anything?"

You shivered, hearing in her voice this dominant side of her personality.

"Anything."

You took off her second shoe.

"If I threw you off the wall and asked you to fly, would you do it?"

"I would. I would find a way."

It was a trick question, and you got around her trap. If you had said you couldn't, she would have been disappointed. If you had said it was impossible, she would have replied that you should not pretend to do everything she asked if it was not in your power. Your hand reached her underwear, the only piece of fabric which kept her from complete nudity. She grabbed your wrist.

"Stop lying." Cersei said.

"I am not. Throw me, and you'll see. If I am, the gods will kill me for that. And if I am not, I'll manage to do it."

"You think you're smart, uh?"

She stared into your eyes and continued.

"But you're stupid." She let go of your wrist "You know very well how it would end."

"Yes, but I would die for you." You said, while taking off her underwear.

As you stood up, she looked at you for a moment. You held her gaze for a few seconds, but eventually looked away.

"Do you know why I never replaced you?" She asked.

"I don't know, my Lady."

"Because I don't understand you. You are an enigma, a mistery, Y/N."

"What would you like to know, my Lady?"

"I don't want you to answer my questions. That'd be too easy. I like being challenged."

"I could give you some hints..."

You moved your hands to her neck to remove her necklace but she took them in hers.

"I want to keep it for this time."

Jealousy made your heart sunk. Why? Why did she want to keep it? This moment was yours. It was you and her, the both of you. And only the both of you. Now she wanted to bring Jaime in it? In your moment?

"Yes, sure."

She gave you a smile, noticing the look in your eyes.

"You don't like these pearls."

"I told you-"

"And I don't like when your pretty lips are telling such ugly lies."

Cersei's voice had turned cold, but her smile remained. She was angry.

"I don't understand why. I mean, yes, I like you being a mystery, but I hate when you lie or hide the truth. There is clearly something wrong about those pearls."

You lowered your head, gaze fixed on the tiles.

"Now, undress and join me in the pool. We'll talk about this. You better tell me the truth this time."

Your mistress walked to one of the warm pools and slowly entered the water. You took off your dress and underwear. She was staring at you. You felt as if her gaze would melt your skin. The guilty feeling gave you a lump in your throat. You couldn't manage looking at her.

You entered the water next to her.

"Now tell me everything."

"I can't that's not-"

"Oh, yes, you can. You just told me you would do anything for me."

"Promise me you won't throw me off the wall..."

"I can't promise you anything. Did you betrayed me? Now tell me or I torture you." She closed her eyes. "And I don't want to do it."

"I-I don't like the fact that's from Jaime. I don't like that man I'm sorry."

She seemed confused. But her voice softened.

"What is about Jaime you don't like? Did he hurt you? Is he that guy you talked me about?"

"Yes, that's him. But he never hurt me... on purpose."

"What did he do? I can tell him and he'll apologize"

You nervously bit your lower lip.

"I can't. That's-"

"Please, tell me."

Her voice wasn't cold anymore, you could hear worries in it. You gathered all your courage and breathed in.

"He... He kisses you."

She opened her mouth but didn't say anything, completely speechless. You continued.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't think that but... How I whish it was me... How I wish I was the person you think about all day. I'm sorry that's not... I mean, that's so stupid. You love him, he loves you but Gods! I would do anything to be him just for one night."

"Don't say that, Y/N."

"I am sorry."

All suddenly seemed cold all around you. You looked at your feet, distorted by the little waves, and by the tears in your eyes. Cersei took your chin in her fingers and turned your head towards her.

"Don't say that because he has much more reasons to be jealous than you do."

Your eyes widened. You tried to tell something but nothing went out your throat. She wiped your tears with her thumbs.

"Firstly, those pearls are not a gift from him."

"Wh- What? Who then?"

"I bought them."

At this moment, you felt so stupid. You had assumed so quickly that was a present from Jaime, you hadn't thought about the possibility that it could have been her...

"I bought them for you. I wanted to give you, but when I saw this look in your eyes through the mirror... I thought that was not a good present for you. I thought you didn't like it. And so I decided to keep them, and to buy you an other present."

You blushed. A present for you, her handmaiden? A pearls necklace?

"I'm sorry..."

"Do you like them?"

"Those are the most beautiful pearls I ever seen."

She removed the necklace and hand it to you.

"Then keep it."

"I can't, I'm just your handmaiden, my Lady. You can't give me that."

She sighed.

"You would do anything for me, uh?"

"I would. But-"

"Turn yourself."

You turned and showed her your back. She placed the pearls round your throat. Her fingers lingered on your bare skin. That made you shiver. You didn't dare to move. She was drawing small circles with her fingertips. The contact drove you crazy. You were bright red. You wanted more. You wanted her to kiss you.

Your heart raced as you felt her lips on your naked shoulder. Her hands went down your ribs. It made you suffocate. Her lips wandered on your skin, softly brushing it. She kissed your neck, your spine, then she tried to reach your jaw, pressing her breasts against your back.

"Turn again, I want to see your pretty face." she whispered in your ear.

You turned and met her gaze. She cupped your face and kissed you. Her lips against yours, that was everything you had ever dreamed of. That was magical. You shyly reciprocated and placed your hands on her waist. She smiled against your lips.

"Y/N, I want you to wear these pearls so that anyone can see who you belong to."

Cersei moved her head back a little to look you in the eye. She tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I want you to stay a little longer in my room tonight..."

"Y-Yes."

"Yes who?"

"Yes my Lady."

"Good, now do your job and clean me up. If you do it well I might consider rewarding you."

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I truly loved writing it, thank you for this request, and I hope you liked it.

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[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Parasite

Alien Azul time :))))

Warning(s): vomit (but not really), alien pretending to be your boyfriend, drugging,he manipulates you into a relationship, might not be good oops

Your town has always been known for strange happenings.

But you never expected anything like this to happen to you.

You see, what people thought was a meteor crashed into the local lake a few days ago. You didn't care much about that, and you decided to go swimming in that lake.

It was quite calm and peaceful.

And then, it felt like something bit you on the stomach. But when you looked at where the wound should have been, all you could see were two miniscule puncture holes. Nothing bad enough to warrant a trip to the hospital, just a bandage will do.

When you woke up the next morning, something was wrong. You didn't know what, but you could tell something was definitely wrong.

You entered your bathroom, and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You looked like you could keel over at any second.

And then you threw up into the sink. It wasn't vomit, it just looked like... black sludge. You know what? Maybe you should go to the hospital...

So, you dropped everything you were doing today to get yourself checked out by a doctor. But, apparently absolutely nothing was wrong with you. You even told the doctor about you vomiting black sludge into your sink, but yeah apparently that was nothing to worry about.

So you just sighed and made your way back to your apartment.

You decided to look at yourself in your bathroom mirror again and, to your surprise, you looked... healthy again. You no longer looked like you were about to die.

You also noticed the sludge had disappeared from your sink and had somehow moved itself to your bathtub.

What is going on?

What is this sludge? It's clearly not something you ate, it almost looks like it's... moving.

This is too much for today. You can't deal with this shit.

Time to go back to sleep. You'll deal with the thing in your bathtub tomorrow.

When you woke up the next day, you could smell something cooking. It smelled amazing, but... who's cooking?

You cautiously got out of bed.

There's someone in your apartment.

You can hear them singing.

You grabbed a glass bottle off of your side table, and slowly walked towards your kitchen.

This person had grey hair, and he was wearing a white collared shirt with black pants and suspenders. He definitely didn't look like he belonged in your apartment.

"Who are you." You demanded.

"Hm? What do you mean, 'who are you'? You know who I am, my angelfish." He told you. "We're dating, are we not?"

"...what?"

"You've always been rather forgetful, but I didn't think you'd forget your boyfriend!" He laughed to himself. "Anyways, (Y/N), I'm making breakfast for us! You can go watch a show or something."

"You're making us breakfast?" You asked. "Um... thanks, but again, who are you?"

"Is this another one of your little games, (Y/N)?" He asked. "I know you enjoy playing jokes on me, so I suppose I'll play along. Well, my little amnesiac, my name's Azul. I'm your boyfriend."

You were so confused as to what's going on.

This person you've absolutely never met is in your kitchen, claiming he's your boyfriend, and he knows your name? Who is this? Has he been stalking you or something?

"Something wrong, dearest?"

"...no, nothing's wrong, A-Azul." You said to him.

"No, I think something definitely isn't right. Did you not get enough sleep?" He asked. "Ah, whatever the reason, I'm sure you'll feel better with some food in you. Could you put on that movie we were watching last night? I really want to see the ending!"

"Right... yeah, I'll go do that..." You said.

You walked into the living room, and turned on the TV, only to see a movie paused near the end, one you're sure you weren't watching last night, but... maybe you were watching it? Maybe you were watching and just forgot... that has to be it.

You sat down on the couch, and thought about what was happening.

Then, Azul came over and handed you a plate of food. He sat down beside you, and grabbed the remote, unpausing the movie before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

What. Is. Happening??

Azul insisted he was your boyfriend.

He loved you so much... which is strange, seeing as you don't really know him.

It was like he was a character in a romance movie, actually... almost like he wasn't a real person.

Oh well. Sure he's a weird guy living in your apartment and insisting he's your boyfriend, but at least he's good at cooking.

Oh yes, all the food Azul made for you was delicious. You would even sometimes joke that you were addicted to it... if only you knew how right you were with that joke.

A few nights in a row, you made dinner, but... something was wrong with it. You were still so... hungry. Not for food, but for... something else. And when you ate Azul's food, that strange hunger was satisfied.

But there's no way you were actually addicted to the food Azul was making for you... right...?

...no, there's no way that's possible...

This morning, Azul looked a sickly shade of pale purple.

"Azul, a-are you ok?" You asked, seeing him spit up some weird black substance.

"I'm fine... I just feel a bit... sick, that's all!" He said. "You go off to work, ok sweetheart? I'll be fine, I promise!"

"Alright, but... if things get worse, take yourself to the hospital, ok?" You asked, kissing him on the forehead.

"Of course, my love."

As the days went on, you honestly just... kinda forgot that Azul wasn't actually your boyfriend.

Oh, but that won't matter soon.

When you came back home from work, your apartment was very... empty.

You found dinner made for you in the kitchen, as well as a note.

Sorry I'm not home, darling. I've decided to take your advice and go to the hospital. Enjoy your dinner. - Azul

His message felt just a bit... off. Like it was written by a robot, or something...

The food was delicious, as always.

The rest of your night was spent watching shows and worrying about Azul.

You heard something.

A strange whisper.

A mysterious, yet somehow familiar voice...

"They should be dead now. Perfect for cultivation."

You were fully woken up by that. Dead? You aren't dead, what's this person talking about?

You opened your eyes.

"(Y/N)?! You're ALIVE?!"

You immediately recognized the person standing above you. Azul.

But something about him didn' look right. He didn't have legs... in their place, he had what looked like tentacles...

"But that... that was meant to kill you! How are you still alive?! Nobody of your species should be able to survive that amount!"

"Huh...? What are you talking about, Azul...?" You nervously asked.

"(Y/N), please just let this happen." Azul told you. "I just need to infect you, ok? I promise it isn't going to hurt."

"What-?"

Then, Azul kissed you. On the mouth this time.

Did he just spit something into your mouth?! Whatever it was felt sort of like... gelatin.

"Even if it does hurt, it feeds off of it's hosts brain... so it won't hurt for long, I assure you!" Azul happily told you. "You can think of it as your child, if you'd like to!"

"What... what did you just do to me, Azul...?"

"I infected you with a parasite. What more is there to understand?" He asked. "I've been through this process before, and it's easier when the host is freshly dead, as they make quite the amount of noise if infected while alive..."

"Azul. Get this thing out of me right the fuck now." You demanded.

"Hm... well, even though it started out as a trick, I do think I may have... fallen for you, as you humans say." He mentioned. "And well... if you return those feelings, then perhaps... I could consider removing it from you."

Without hesitating, you responded "Y-yes, of course I love you back, Azul!"

"Hm. Then I suppose that's that! I'll find some other human to infect, and when the child grows we could... raise it, like you humans would." He looked away from you with a blue blush spreading across his face.

"Yes yes, that sounds wonderful, Azul!" You happily agreed to everything he was saying, not exactly wanting to die.

So anyways, that's the story of why your first set of family photos with your husband, Azul, are of you and him holding a mound of black sludge.

#this was pretty fun to write lol #azul ashengrotto #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere azul

[witchersmistress]

Family is everything

Hello my darlings i am back!! this particular story is for the lovely @livesinfantasyland so this is my apology to you!

Trigger warnings: warm and fuzzy feelings, angst, saucy feelings and irritations at yours truly

Word count: 1k

my usual warnings, you do not have permission to copy my work in any shape way or form, if you do ill find you and haunt you for the rest of your days

You hated family get-togethers more than anything. Sure you got to see your mom, dad and siblings but that wasn't what made you dread them, not even your mom’s brother whom you rarely see and stopped calling your uncle when you were 15. No no no, it was much worse, it was your fathers best friend that he had met in the military, someone who has known you all your life, someone who not even 30 minutes ago had you cumming in your childhood bedroom, with the pink walls and white frilly covers on your full size bed, because you wore a short dress to the cook out and he didn't like it, that was the man you dreaded to see in a public setting

Captain . Logan. Fucking. Syverson.

That smug mother fucker with his texan drawl, over there sipping a beer with dad,running his hand down his face, his distinctive hand tattoo with some bite marks glaring back at me,  like his face wasnt just buried in my pussy while i bit down on that hand to prevent my screams from escaping. I mean sure with him i have absolutely no problem if he text me “ STFUATTDLAGG”

And I do, no questions asked, like Daddys good little whore, but seeing him at family gatherings or out in public when I am with mom or dad is the bane of my existence. That man damn well knows the effect he has over me and knows i don't control my facial expressions or my mouth all that well, which is why his spreader bar and i have are the best of friends most times. He says I look pretty with my anklets. So you know what I did, I got one of those anklets that have to be welded on much like the bracelets. The look on his face was priceless. My ass was red hours later but totally worth it. I was grinning like the cat who ate the canary, while my mom asked me all sorts of questions about it. My father shook his head and Sy just drawled “Kids will be kids you know” but that wink he gave me while he took a long sip of his beer told me that I was indeed in deep shit, and I loved it.

So that is our game, I find new ways to disobey him and I get punished and I love it. Before I get too far ahead of myself, I probably should explain how I ended up in this situation in the first place and how I ended up with my dad’s best friend being my dom. It's a classic situation of the wrong place at the wrong time. I was out in LA visiting an old friend and Sy was out here for work so my parents felt comfortable letting me go. I lied to his face when I said I was staying in for the night, total bullshit lies but how can you tell someone whom you've known forever that you were going to check out a sex club and put yourself up on the auction block?

Well you don't so you lie like your life depends on it. So here I am drinking a fruity cocktail at the bar waiting for my name to be called. My best friends Ed and Jill were here with me. After all this was her idea and Ed just came along for the ride “Come on’ she said “Lighten up, it's not like you're selling yourself, you are offering up an hour of your time and you get a percentage off your final price'' she wiggled her eyebrows at me. I pulled at my black mini dress “You look hot” Ed said when he was done ogling this drop dead gorgeous male waiter that just walked by, Ed always knew how to pick them. The good looking ones that will break your heart. Syverson included. The club was buzzing with more activity than usual. 

“What's all the fuss about?” I mused out loud. “The boss man is here” a deep barton voice said behind me, causing me to jump. It was the bartender, a sneaky bastard. Placing a hand on my chest, he threw a white towel over his shoulder and gave me a wink before walking away. Jill and Ed were in some kind of debate when a woman dressed in all black with red heels approached me “ Ms. Harlowe?” I nodded, setting my empty glass on the bar, “If you would follow me, you are to be called next” I gulped and followed after her. Jill and Ed gave me a thumbs up as I walked away.

As we walked through the smoky lounge I felt as if ice water was spilled down the back of my neck and down my spine. I looked around to see if I could pinpoint the culprit but it was too crowded to even begin to figure it out. That feeling followed me all the way up to the stage, where the woman rattled off some of the basic rules which I wasn't listening to. I was too busy looking out at the crowd. I spotted Ed and Jill towards the back and the butterflies in my stomach settled but i couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me from one of those dark corners

“Now Ladies and gentlemen, our last bid for the evening is the lovely, this stunning briar rose, Aurora Harlowe'' swallowing the lump in my throat i made my way into the spotlight and looked around the room, men had sat up straight, specifically one gentlemen in the back, i could only see from his chest down, he had an empty tumblr in his hand that i thought was going to break since he was squeezing it so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

He slammed back what was in the glass before waving to the waitress for another one. Even though i couldn't see him, i knew his gaze was trained on me, the auctioneers voice pulled me out of the haze that Mr. Whiskey had casted on me “ for just one hour of her time, the bidding will start at $10,000” one man called out 11 and another man called out 12, but my heart stopped when a deep timber yelled “$15,000 for the girl” my heart dropped out of my chest and into my stomach there was no doubt in my mind that was Mr. Whiskey himself.

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