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number1mingyustan · 10 months

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- Cuffing Season-

Your Impact

boyfriend!mingyu x fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, size kink, switch!reader, switch!gyu, dom!reader, sub!gyu (he just has a hard time admitting it), unprotected sex (riding), light bondage, scratching, kissing, cursing, pet names, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, lowkey brat taming

Summary: Mingyu would actually do anything for you

Word Count: 2.8k

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(a/n: i don’t usually write the dudes being submissive but idk i kinda love it now 💃🏽)

“You know that boy is totally whipped for you right?” Your friend Mai says.

You and Mingyu are currently hosting a barbecue with some friends. Mingyu has finally gotten things better with the company, so he's not working as much. He doesn't have to go in for work at all today, and he figured he'd spend it with the people he loves.

He insisted on hosting and almost went out a bought a new grill just for it.

"What?" You say, turning your head to look at her.

"Mingyu... I'm sure he'd do anything for you. I've never seen a man look at a woman the way he looks at you," she says, eyes locked on the

Mingyu stands in your backyard with a beer in hand. He's wearing a black muscle tee and conversing with some friends. He looks so good even when he's not trying.

He notices you staring and turns his head the slightest bit to your direction before shooting you a wink. Your face grows hot. Even though it's nearly four years into your relationship, he still makes you nervous.

There's truth to her words. Mingyu has never shied away from showing you how much he loves you. Even earlier this week when he was two steps away from buying the pointless new grill, all you had to do was tell him you didn't need it and he listened to you.

"He'd only do anything for me because he knows I'm right," you joke back.

You laugh, but truthfully her words have got you thinking.

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"You okay baby?" Mingyu asks as he brings the last tray of food inside. "You've been quiet lately."

All your guests are gone and it's back to you and him. You're standing at the sink washing some of the leftover dishes.

"Yeah," you give him a small smile. "Just a little tired."

Lie. You're not tired at all, you've just got something on mind that you can't shake. It's what Mai said earlier in the backyard.

"Mingyu... I'm sure he'd do anything for you"

Anything.

Anything entails a lot, and it's got you thinking all kinds of thoughts. There are a number of things that have crossed your mind, but you've never been confident enough to think he'd actually go along with it.

"Well I'll finish cleaning up and you can go upstairs okay? Get some rest baby," he places his hand on your arm gently.

"You don't have to–"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off. "Mostly everything is cleaned up already. It's no worry."

He kisses your cheek and sends you on your way upstairs. But rest is still the last thing on your mind and you've already got an idea brewing in your head.

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When Mingyu enters your shared bedroom upstairs, you're nowhere to be found. He strips himself down to his underwear before sitting down on the bed.

The door is closed, but he notices the light is on in the bathroom connected to your room.

And moments later, you walk out in one of his t-shirts.

"There you are," he says, large hands pulling you over to him by the waist.

"Gyu," you say. "You'd do anything for me right?"

"Of course baby, what's this about?" he asks, voice laced with worry.

"Like anything anything," you clarify.

"Yeah baby, what is it?"

"I was just thinking you know... I wanna be in charge tonight. Let me tie you up," you suggest.

Mingyu blinks a few times in disbelief. He'd actually started to worry and you're just horny. He crosses his arms.

"What are you on about?" he asks.

"I just wanna be in charge for once," you inform him.

"I let you be in charge on your birthday every year baby," he sighs.

"I know... and it's my favorite day of the year."

He groans. "Baby..."

"Please? You said you'd do anything for me," you remind him.

"Yeah but I didn't think you meant–"

"C'mon baby..." You pout, pulling off his t-shirt. It revelas the lacy red set you were hiding underneath. It distracts Mingyu for a moment too. He loses his mind any time you wear red. Especially this set. "You love me, and you said anything"

"C'mon Gyu, I know you're not gonna pass up an opportunity to fuck me. I'm even wearing your favorite set." you say.

"I never said all that," he raises an eyebrow.

"Well... then we're not fucking unless I'm in charge," you say.

"You don't mean that," he frowns.

"And if I did?" You ask, pushing him down on the bed so his back meets the sheets.

"You're so cruel," he sighs.

"And your ego is fragile," you say.

"No it's not," he grumbles.

"Yes it is baby, your ego is the only thing getting in the way," you push your hips down against his. "You want this so bad. I can feel it."

"Not true"

"But you're already so hard, Gyu," you smirk.

"So what?"

"You're into this"

" 'M not," he lies.

"You are!"

"No... you're practically naked and sitting on my lap, of course I'm turned on," he defends.

"So you're not even the slightest bit into the idea?" you ask, subtly pulling out a silky rope.

"No," he lies.

"Not even a little bit?" you ask as you begin tying his hands above his head.

"No"

"So then why'd you just let me tie a pretty bow with your hands?" you grin.

"You're just sneaky..." he groans.

"True," you say with a smirk. You reach around yourself, unclipping your bra and allowing it to fall. "But you could've stopped me, and you didn't."

This time, he doesn't even bother responding. His eyes are scanning your body shamelessly. He's fucking throbbing in his underwear. There's already precum drooling through the material.

He can say he's not into it all he wants, but his body tells a different story.

You're nearly satisfied with yourself. You've got your big, strong boyfriend tied up nearly about to cum untouched in his underwear. Someone so large and dominant like Mingyu in a position like this? It swells your ego. All you have to do now is get him to submit to you.

You begin leaving wet kissing along his skin, starting at his neck and making your way down toward his V-line. Your hand finds its way to his very prominent bulge, slowly palming him through his underwear.

"You're so hot... fuck," he moans.

You grin, pulling his underwear down and allowing his cock to spring up and rest against his stomach. "Glad to see you're finally giving in."

" 'M not," he protests. "I called you hot, didn't say anything about being your little bitch boy."

"Oh but you are my little bitch boy," you smirk.

Before he can get another word out, you're wrapping your lips around his cock. You take his entire length in your mouth, allowing his tip to hit the back of is throat before withdrawing your mouth completely and leaving him squirming.

"Fuck's sake," he groans.

"Such a pretty cock," you say, swiping your thumb across the tip. He lets out a hiss. " 'S big and pretty Gyu... just like you.

"D-Don't say stuff like that," he whines.

"Why? Scared you might like it too much?" you bite down on your bottom lip.

"No... it just doesn't suit me," he pouts.

"You don't think you're pretty?" you tilt your head to the side.

"You're the pretty one," he compliments.

You grin. "Thank you baby." You press a quick kiss on his lips. "You're pretty too though. So pretty and big, I love it. I only say it cuz I mean it."

He groans.

You lick your lips before sliding your damp panties down your thighs. Once they're off, you're quick to toss them onto Mingyu's face with a giggle.

"Baby girl..." he groans.

He tugs on his restraints, but it does nothing.

"Feel how wet they are?" you ask.

"Uh huh. Just for me?"

"Yeah Gyu, only pretty little bitch boys get me that wet," you giggle. “Gonna gag you with those next time.” You toss your panties onto the floor somewhere. “But for now… I wanna hear you. Gonna make you my bitch. Have you moaning and crying for me.”

He groans again, cock throbbing at your words. Much like Mingyu, you too have started to grow a little impatient. You lift your hips, holding his cock against your slit.

"You want it?" you ask.

He nods.

"Use your words Gyu," you tell him.

"Yes," he says.

"Good boy"

He doesn't have time to comment on the pet name because you're already sinking down on his cock. He can feel the stretch of your cunt accommodating to his length.

And fuck, it feels so good.

You're fucking him like a mad woman, circling your hips and bouncing on his cock. His tip is nestled deep inside of you, pushing in further and further with each bounce of your hips.

"Holy shit," he moans.

Your hands grip his shoulders for support.

"Love it when you ride me," he admits, tilting his head back.

"Yeah?" you smirk. "You should let me do it more often."

"Nu uh," he protests.

"How come?" you pout.

"Don't wanna," he strangles out.

"Don't wanna what, huh? Don't wanna watch my tits bounce in your face? Don't wanna stretch me out while I'm on your lap? Don't wanna Fill me up without doing any of the work? What is it Gyu?"

"Fuck you're driving me crazy," he groans.

"Your cock is so big Gyu... swear it was fucking made for me," you moan. "Always stretch me open so good"

Just when he thinks it can't get any better, the rhythm of your hips changes. You're circling your hips differently and it feels incredible.

You're spelling your fucking name on his cock.

"You're mine," you breathe out. "Say it Gyu."

"You're mine," he groans out.

"Nu uh," you stop moving, planting yourself on his cock.

He groans, tipping his head against your shoulder. "Fuck... please keep going."

"Say it Gyu," you tell him.

He groans again against your shoulder. "Don't do this to me."

"C'mon Gyu, 's two words. It's not that hard, I promise." You say.

"Fuck me..."

"I will baby, just say it first. I promise. You know I don't break my promises," You assure him.

"Fuck," he groans again. " 'M yours, I'm fucking yours baby”

"Good boy," you start bouncing again, picking up in speed.

"Don't say that..."

"Why? Scared you might cum too soon?" you tease.

He moans out in response. Being completely honest, you were right. He could already feel how close he was, dangerously close. Your stamina has never been this good and he's mentally cursing himself because if you don't stop soon, he'll cum before you.

But you're just as needy as him. You won't stop any time soon. Matter of fact, this position is perfect. It allows you to press your clit against his pubic bone, providing you with another layer of friction. You're in a blissful state, feeling every stretch of his cock and thoroughly enjoying your ride.

"C'mon baby... you can't tap out on me now," you tease. Mingyu is fucking losing it. Every time you move, you're reminding him that you're the only one who can fuck him like this. He feels like his balls are gonna burst, the feeling intensifying every time your ass slams down against him.

" 'M going dizzy holy fuck–" he moans out. "You're fucking crazy."

"I know baby... your big cock just makes me crazy. Feels so fucking good, I'm so lucky." you moan.

He squeezes his eyes shut tightly. You're bouncing on his cock faster and he's really lost it.

"There we go. Cum for me baby," you encourage, each roll of your hips pulling more out of him.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Slow down!" he cries out.

"Nu uh, you've already been difficult enough. Take it." you demand.

"It's too much!" he cries out. " 'S too much! P-please."

He can't stop it from happening. His cock is throbbing inside of you and you're just not stopping. He's pumping a huge load inside of you and his cock is so sensitive.

He can't take it. You're really not stopping either. Your thighs are sore and your body is begging you for a break. But you're too determined, heart set on overstimulating your big stubborn boyfriend until you cum.

"Hurts... it hurts," he rasps. "Fuck y/n it's too much."

He's restless beneath you, desperately tugging on his restraints to no avail. In his efforts to break free, he's pushing his hips up, fucking himself into you deeper and overstimulating himself more.

Mingyu has never expereinced this feeling. Never felt anything remotely close to this in his life. Overstimulated to this extent and submissive? You are a different kind of woman. As much as he wants to say he hates it, he fucking loves it.

If he was going to do anything for you before, he'd do anything times 10 right now. He loves you so fucking much. He's so lucky to have you. You're like a goddess to him.

You grab his face, holding him by the chin and forcing him to focus on you. "Look at me."

When his eyes meet yours, that's how you know you're broken him. A fucking tear falls from his eyes. One... then two... then three. He's fucking crying. You got your 6'2 dominant CEO to cry over your pussy.

"Fucking take it Mingyu," you growl. "You hear me?"

And then he fucking whimpers. He nods weakly, obeying and fully submitting to you.

Holy shit you're so hot. Mingyu feels pathetic right now but it's turning him on so fucking much. He never knew you had this side to you and he fucking loves it. He wants this experience tattooed onto his brain.

His eyes are still shining from the hot tears spilling. "Wasn't so hard now was it?"

All he can manage is a head shake. His cock is still throbbing inside of you, it stings in the best way possible. He can feel his body going numb. Each bounce goes straight from his cock to his head, making him feel like he might even pass out. But he doesn't want to stop.

You're scratching at his chest as you feel yourself growing closer to the edge. The pain only adds to the pleasure.

"Oh fuck! You're so hot Gyu, cock feels so good. I'm gonna cum!" You cry out. "You wanna make me cum? Huh baby?"

He manages a weak nod before you untie his restraints. He wraps his arms around your back with the little strength he has left. The closer contact allows you to rub your clit against deliciously.

"Go ahead baby, fuck me how you've wanted to this whole time," you rasp.

With his hands on your hips instantly, he tilts his head back, fucking his hips up into you desperately. His thrusts are so sloppy, but you're both so sensitive it feels to be hitting just right. He can feel his own cum dripping down his cock and he's beyond overstimulated. He can't stop fucking into you even though he's so sensitive. It feels so fucking good.

Mingyu's vision goes white momentarily when you cum. It brings a second orgasm out of his that he didn't know was possible. You squeeze around him too good, completely milking him dry of everything. Your body convulses on top of his as the blissful feeling takes over.

You've never cum this hard. And once you do, your body finally gives out, collapsing on Mingyu. You're both breathing heavily as your bodies reach exhaustion.

"Fuck..." he rasps. "You gotta hop off baby. 'M so sensitive."

You give him a weak nod before lifting yourself off of him with shaky legs and falling next to him on the bed. His cock is still semi-hard, throbbing and red.

"Where the hell did that come from?" he asks suddenly.

You lick your lips. "I've always wanted to be in charge."

"You've never put it on me like that on your birthday," he pants. "You're fucking crazy."

"Yeah," you smirk and grab his cock suddenly. He lets out a loud his and jerks back. "But you loved it."

"Fuck! Okay okay... maybe I liked it a little bit," he finally admits.

You press a quick kiss on his lips. "I know."

You swipe your thumb across his damp cheeks. "Can't believe you cried."

He weakly pushes your hand away. "Shut up."

"You big baby," you tease.

"Stop it. You're not allowing to bring that up. Ever."

You grin.

"I'm serious."

"Okay you big baby."

"Stop it!" He reaches his arms out, pulling your sweaty body closer to his.

You lay there for a moment together. It's nice, being in his arms like this. But your body is tired and you're starting to feel sleepy but you haven't showered yet.

"Gyu."

"Hmm?"

"We have to shower."

"No we don't."

"We do. We're all sweaty and gross."

"Baby..."

"C'mon, we can go to bed right after I promise."

"Okay... only cuz I know you don't break your promises."

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bobby-r2d2-floyd · 1 year

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the nanny part 3 | hangman x reader (saturn)

note: finally a longer one? ish? it took a minute to write because i had a headache every day for the last week and then i had a take home organic chemistry exam that i needed to get done (gotta maintain that 4.0, school is important kids!)

warnings: swearing, very light angst, jake is pinning, saturn is in a relationship. lowkey jake is a simp.

i don't think that this is a warning but i've not explicitly said this either, but any female character i write is bisexual. of that isn't your cup of tea, i'm sorry.

word count: 2.6k

not beta'd we die like men.

inspired by: @roosterforme

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Jake was a mess.

For no reason, honestly. He had typed out, deleted, retyped, deleted again, and then said said fuck it and opened up his notes app to try and type a message out to you about this weekend. All this weekend is, really, is a friendly chat between a dad looking for someone to help him out with his infant daughter that he didn’t know existed a month ago, and Penny Benjamin’s solid 10 niece that gave him a half mast when she was holding his daughter, for no reason.

And when you called him Dad-man? His heart stopped. He thought about it all night.

By the time Friday night had rolled around he still hadn’t texted you in regards to going out tomorrow, so when he got a text message from you, he was a little confused, he hadn’t given you his number… had he?

Hey dad-man! Rooster gave me your number since I hadn’t heard from you all week. Are we still on for tomorrow? I know that Avery is a little young but the San Diego Zoo is doing a little arts and crafts thing with the animals tomorrow we could check out? My treat? you had sent along with a link to the event and he smiles as he types out his message to you.

Hey! You know I honestly had like, 30 different messages typed out to send you but they were all ass ideas compared to yours. I’m sure Avery would love it even if she doesn’t understand what’s going on, lol maybe we could grab coffee or something from a cafe afterwards?

It’s a date, dad-man ;) you send back after a few minutes, which is quickly followed by: pick me up at 9?

It’s a date, darlin he sends and then groans into his hands “darlin? Seriously? She’s going to nanny your fucking get, get a grip Seresin.” he sets an alarm for 7 am, not like he needs it though. Avery is awake and hungry by 6:45 then out for a nap by 8:30.

He’s asleep just after 2 and at 6:45 on the dot he can hear Avery stirring through the baby monitor on his nightstand. He’s quick to stand up before her wails get any louder, changes her from any accident she could have had in her sleep and then heads downstairs to make her a bottle. While he’s feeding her, he has coffee brewing for himself so he isn’t a complete zombie when he sees you in a few hours. He gets Avery dressed and her diaper bag packed before he’s setting her in her bouncer in the bathroom so he can take a quick shower without leaving her unsupervised -- she has the time of her life listening to him sing.

It’s 8:45 by the time he’s finally leaving. Avery forgoing her morning nap and choosing to fight him instead when he was trying to get her dressed, and then puking on his one clean shirt that he had that wasn’t his service khakis or a graphic t-shirt set him behind his schedule. He quickly found a shirt that he turned into a tank top, groaning at how he looked like a gym douchebag

You were waiting on the steps of Penny’s house for him nearly 15 minutes past 9 for him, and boy were you a sight to see. He definitely regretted his choice of a dingey old Navy shirt but that was his own fault for putting off his laundry and choosing to favor doing Avery’s instead. You were wearing jean shorts you obviously cut yourself, sinfully short but also modest at the same time. The shorts were paired with a pair of tennis shoes and a plain white tank top and a… fanny pack?

You hopped into his truck with a “you’re late” but he just laughs and points to the fanny pack.

“The 90s called, they want their stuff back.”

“Hey, don’t shit on the 90s. Plus fanny packs are back in. It’s so much more convenient than carrying a purse or other bag around, they’re less likely to be stolen, and both my hands are free.” you say and do a little jazz fingers motion and he just smiles and shakes his head. You put your seatbelt on and he’s pulling out away from the curb.

“Besides, you can’t shit on what I’m wearing, when you’re wearing that.”

“Hey, be nice to me. Av puked on the shirt I was going to wear and I hadn’t had the chance to wash my clothes yet.”

“Well, let’s skip the zoo. Avery won’t know the difference, we’ll go back to your place and I can help you clean up.” you suggest and he shakes his head.

“My laundry is not your responsibility. We’re going to the zoo.” he says in his dad voice and you just laugh.

“Whatever you say, dad-man.” you kick your feet up against his dash and if you were anyone else, he’d be telling you to get them off the dash.

The drive to the zoo goes by quickly and despite you calling dibs on paying the entrance fee, Jake is slapping his card down faster than you can even open your fanny pack. You shoot him a glare and he gives you a smirk that sends most girls falling to their knees. Keyword, most.

Jake pushes Avery’s stroller through the zoo while you walk beside him, making light conversation and getting to know each other as you make your way to where the kids' activities are located.

You learn that he comes from an abusive home. His dad was an alcoholic who passed from liver failure not that long ago, flooding the family with relief. He has three sisters, plenty of nieces and nephews. You learned grew up on a ranch which explains how his legs bow out the smallest amount, his favorite color is green (of course), his favorite tv show, food, even the book he read recently. You told him about your life too, growing up in eastern Tennessee, your parents' accident, living with Penny and helping her raise Amelia to the teen she is today, your time in Vermont, why you picked education to go into. Jake easily saw you as someone that he wanted to spend more time with, it was a no brainer that you would be the one watching his daughter when he needed it. Hell, he could even see Avery calling you mom one day, in the distant future of course.

You three had finally made it to the area of the zoo where the activities were being held and you take Avery out of her stroller and sit with her in your lap while Jake sits next to you. The warmth of your skin against his making him hotter than the San Diego sun.

For the next hour you two sit, comfortable with each other while Avery mashes paint around the ziplock bag she was working on. Thankfully for the sun it dried quickly and you drew out a few animals on the rainbow colors covering the page.

At only 4 months old, Jake is in such awe at how you talk to and how you treat Avery and even at how Avery responds to you. The babble that you do back to Avery, how sweet you talk to her, how she reaches for you, all of it. Just melts Jake.

The time to walk back to the truck wasn’t long enough, in his opinion, and he was already planning a trip back when she was a little older and would appreciate it a little bit more.

You put Avery in her carseat while Jake breaks down her stroller and puts it into the bed of his truck before shutting the lift gate. “Still up for coffee?” he asks just as you’re shutting the back door.

“If you are.” you say and give him a smile, he opens your door for you and offers you a hand and you just laugh and take it before hopping up into the cab and once you’re settled he shuts the door and walks around to his own side.

The drive to the local coffee shop he had in mind was surprisingly quick to get to, granted he did speed a little through some yellow lights to get there.

You don’t bother getting Avery’s stroller out, choosing instead to just undo her car seat and carry her in that way since she was sleeping peacefully already. You tell Jake your order and he stands in line while you go and pick out a table, a little table in the corner and you set Avery’s carrier the table after making sure that it was sturdy enough that you didn’t need to worry about bumping the table and having her shift too much.

Jake comes and takes a seat since it’ll take a minute for the food to be prepared. “They didn’t have hazelnut, is caramel okay?” he asks since you had asked for a hazelnut latte.

“Caramel is perfect, actually. It’s my favorite flavor.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” he says with a smile and leans forward on the table and you give him a kind smile back.

“So dad-man. Think I’m fit enough to watch Avery for you?” you ask and he chuckles.

“I think you’re qualified to do more than that, but yeah. She loves you, I love you-oh I uh-” his ears redden and you laugh.

“No I get it, don’t worry.” you say as his name is being called for the food and drinks. You watch him walk away, shamelessly checking him out as he goes, you bite your lip softly but look away quickly when he turns around to walk back.

“One chicken salad on a croissant with blueberry applesauce and an iced caramel latte with oat milk for Saturn,” he says, setting your tray down and you laugh and he sets his down before pulling his chair out. “And one of the exact same thing for me.”

“Real original dad-man.” you say as you take a sip of the latte and you moan, “this is so good.”

His breath hitches when he hears the sound and he shakes it off with a laugh, “yeah, the coffee here is the best I’ve had in the area. It’s nice that it isn’t too far from base or from home either.”

“Might just have to go a little out of my way in the morning to come here.” you say and he laughs.

“So, how did you get the nickname Saturn?” he asks as he takes a bite of his sandwich and a sad smile forms on your face.

“I got it from my dad. I don’t know why I took such a liking to the planet, but I grew up loving space. I wanted to be an astronaut, actually. He took me to our local planetarium and it was the first planet that I actually saw in the telescope and there was just something about the rings that really drew five year old me in. I wanted saturn everything. I even went as the planet for Halloween one year.” you say and he laughs.

“What were you just a yellow ball with circles around you?” he asks and you nod.

“Yeah pretty much, let me see if I have a picture.” you pull out your phone and he glances at your lock screen and sees it’s you and another girl kissing with fireworks in the background. He quickly looks away as you get into your phone, feeling an unnecessary stab to his heart. “Here it is!” you say and show him little you with a little bucket of candy, the biggest grin on your face and he laughs and takes your phone so he can look at it closer.

“You were adorable, what happened?” he teases and you make an offended noise and snatch your phone back.

“I’m still adorable! I’m just… grown now.” you say and he laughs.

You both sit there for a while longer, Jake running out to get stuff for a bottle before coming back in to see you already holding her and waiting for him to return. “You want me to feed her?” he asks and you shake your head.

“Nope. I got her.” you saw and take the bottle, she latches quickly to it and starts drinking away. “When you have me around you are doing nothing. Just relax, daddy. Let someone else take care of her.”

He feels relief at that statement, but also useless since all he’s done for the past almost month is take care of this little human that he helped to create. But watching you take care of her, so effortlessly, was so easy for him. He didn’t expect to be able to relinquish control of this aspect of his life so easily, and yet, it was almost second nature to him.

“So, are you able to start watching her on Monday? I return to duty then and-”

“Jake, it’s fine. I do nothing all day aside from helping out Penny at the bar. I would be more than happy to come and spend all day with this little baby.” you say, looking down at Avery with a smile on your face.

“I’m not, stealing you away from anyone am I? Boyfriend.. Girlfriend?” he fishes and you laugh.

“My girlfriend lives back in Vermont. She doesn’t have any plans to come visit any time soon so as of right now, the only person you and Avery are stealing time from is myself. But there’s nothing I can’t do with her that I couldn’t do by myself.” you say and he nods.

“How long have you two been together?”

“Just over two years. We celebrated our anniversary just before I moved out here.” you say, looking back up at him and you see the look change in his eyes and you offer him a small smile.

“What about you? Any girlfriend that’s going to come out of the frameworks?” you tease and he shakes his head.

“Nah, not really looking to date now that I have this little one to be thinking about.” he says and you nod, the conversation ending there.

After Avery is done with her bottle you burp her and lay her back in her car seat. It’s nearing 3pm already and you have to get to the bar soon for your shift. Jake carries Avery back to the car while you run into the bathroom, splashing cool water on your face.

You knew things were rocky with your girlfriend back home, and the last thing you ever wanted to do was get involved with your new boss, even if he was one of the most genuine and kind men you’ve ever met.

You make your way to Jake’s truck and he’s waiting for you outside, windows already rolled down so the back door can be shut and Avery won’t bake in the Californian sun. He opens your door for you again and you smile and climb up in the truck.

It’s a short drive to the bar and you hesitate getting out, you look back at him with your lip already between your teeth and you smile. “Thank you, Jake. I had a really great time.”

He returns your smile with a nod, “so did I. And I’m sure that Avery did too.” you laugh and look back at her.

“You’ll have to text me your address before Monday.” you remind him and he nods.

“I will.”

“Alright, well. Enjoy your night, dad-man.” you say, jumping out of his truck and he watches you walk into the bar, leaning his head back against his seat and letting out a deep sigh.

Of course you’re in a relationship.

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barkspawn · 1 year

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what about farmer being pregnant and instead of like an announcement dinner or something seb goes to robin and orders a nursery to suprise her? :)

Y'all making me get baby feels but like... I'm not even mad

Amelia had known for three days and two hours that she was pregnant. She stressed for every second of that time and she was sure that Sebastian was starting to get worried. He had brought up the idea of going to see Harvey and making sure she wasn't sick. She couldn't keep trying to handle this on her own.

He was her husband and he spent so much time going out of his way to prove how much he loved her.

But does he even want a child? Whenever a joke was made, he was quick to make jokes like ‘oh, I sure as hell hope not’ or ‘you’d better knock on wood’ if someone joked and said that maybe she was pregnant. Regardless, she panicked. She knew he wouldn't leave her because of it; he wasn't that kind of guy. But if he got too stressed out or they fought more… She couldn't forgive herself.

It was somewhere around 5:45 am when she rolled over to wrap her arm around him, only for the bed to be empty. She sat up, shifting to stand before grabbing his t-shirt from the dresser and walking out to find him.

He had always loved when she wore only his shirt.

When she stepped out, she saw him, his back to her as he brewed coffee. This was certainly one thing she'd miss with a kid around, sneaking looks at her husband's body when he walked around in his underwear.

She walked up behind him before slipping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his back.

He jumped, nearly dropping the mug of coffee before he settled, putting the cup on the counter with a small, tired smile.

“Hey, handsome,” she hummed, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades, prompting him to shift, turning to face her for a gentle morning kiss before she continued, “couldn't sleep again?”

He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, though it was no use, her hair wild from sleep.

“Yeah, figured I’d get up and make us some coffee.” She stood on her toes to steal another kiss, finding that she was oddly hungry for him instead of needing coffee. She behaved though, knowing he was definitely not a morning person.

She slipped from his arms and turned to go fill Loaf’s bowl for when he crawled out of his own bed. As she stepped away, Sebastian smirked, arching an eyebrow and letting out a low whistle.

“You’re pretty cruel, you know,” he took a small drink of his coffee, his eyes never leaving hers, “putting on my favorite shirt and coming out here like I wouldn't notice.”

Her smirk mirrored his as she chuckled, “I have no idea what you're talking about,” she hummed, stretching her arms above her head so the shirt rode up, revealing her naked ass.

This might actually be a pretty good morning.

She heard him taking long strides over to her, coffee forgotten on the counter. When he reached her, his hands found her hips, pulling her back against him to feel just how cruel she was being. He bent and pressed a kiss to the soft below her ear, her breath hitching as he nipped at her ear lobe, whispering in a gravelly voice, “go ahead and feed Loaf. I've got some rainy day plans for us.”

She nodded, lower lip drawn between her teeth as sparks flew through her whole being, pooling in her lower belly.

Where there was a baby.

She shook the thought away as Sebastian walked back to his coffee, readjusting himself as he watched her. The smirk she loved so much stayed fixed on her body, which she made sure to show off as well as she could, bending at the waist to open the container, giving him a view that would help make this morning very interesting.

Her plans screeched to a halt as she actually opened the container, the smell of dog food wafting up into her face. Suddenly, she knew she was going to puke any second.

She looked over at Sebastian in a brief panic before running to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before the contents of her stomach emptied. He must have run behind her, his whole body tense as he tied her hair back and rubbed her back gently.

“We need to go see Harvey today. This is the third time you've puked without any warning and it's really not okay, Ames. I'm getting worried,” he rambled, trying and failing to mask his panic.

Her eyes started to well up with tears as she wiped her mouth, flushing before pulling her knees to her chest, “I'm fine, Seb. Really.”

She sounded hardly convincing as she choked on a sob.

There was no way she couldn't not tell him now. And a million ‘what if’s plagued her mind as he sat in front of her, any facade of calm faded.

“Ames, look at you. You're not fine. I need to call Harvey, I'm sorry,” he shifted, standing and turning toward the door.

“Seb, wait,” she managed, wiping her tears before standing and walking to him, grasping his hands with all of her might, “it's… I just…” she looked up at him, rivers of tears falling, “I'm scared you'll… Be mad or… Freak out…”

His eyes moved quickly, scanning every inch of her face. His voice was soft when he responded, cupping her face in his hands to wipe her tears away, “love, you know I love you more than anything in this world,” he gave a small smile, teasing her just a little, “even sashimi. And that's a lot of love,” she laughed through her tears, leaning into his hand, “Ames, you can tell me anything.”

He really didn't know. Had no suspicion.

She searched his face for a moment before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, “I'm nine and a half weeks pregnant,” she breathed, her voice hardly audible.

He stood there frozen for a moment, her face cupped in his hands, the only change being his intake of breath and eyes widening. After a moment, just when she was about to panic, his expression formed into a small smile. The fear wasn't gone, but there was actual excitement in his eyes. Her heart soared as he pressed a loving kiss to her head. He rests his forehead on hers, letting out a breathy laugh.

“That's what it is… We're having a baby…”

Her tears spilled over freshly before she wrapped him in a hug, releasing every ounce of relief she held. He was genuinely excited, which made her realize… So was she.

Sebastian picked up a lot of the work around the farm, much to Amelia’s frustration. The second she started to show, he shifted into overdrive, making sure she was as relaxed and happy as possible. They had just finished dinner and he sit on the couch with her head in his lap. With one hand, he toyed with her hair while the other one rested on the small bump forming in her belly. He often touched her belly, having fallen in love with the baby the second he saw the little bean on the sonogram. When he heard the heartbeat? He was already wrapped around the baby's tiny finger.

She looked up at him, his gaze turning to hers as they sit there.

“Seb, we have to tell people. They're gonna know I'm not just gaining weight. Especially when you go to get me some more olives and ice cream.”

He chuckled, considering for a moment.

“I want to tell my mom and Sam before anyone else.”

She hummed in agreement before laughing and pointing to the area behind them, “good because we need her to build the nursery before we lose track of time.”

He nodded for a moment before a devious grin spread over his face.

“No problem. I have an idea.”

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They walked together up the mountain path, hand in hand as they buzzed with excitement. Seb had brought some ‘sketches and ideas’ with him to show his mom, which she'd politely take into consideration. But as she leafed through, the latest sonogram should be there, a small note along the top stating simply ʼHi Grandma!ʼ

Thankfully, it was cool enough for Amelia to wear layers and effectively hide the growing bump.

They stepped inside, Robin smiling brightly as she saw the two. She came around the counter, greeting them both with hugs.

“Hey! I feel like I haven't seen you both in so long!” she teased, gesturing to the papers Sebastian held, “what brings you guys in today? A barn or second coop, or–”

“We actually wanted to upgrade the house a bit” he interjected, met with a surprised look, though not suspicious. He held out the manilla folder, carefully handing it over. Sebastian slipped his hand into Amelia's before nodding a silent hello to Maru, who was in the lab. He continued, “we have some pretty basic ideas, though we know we can trust you regardless.”

She beamed and started leafing through the pages, commenting on each idea until she stopped mid-sentence, the small image now facing her.

Sebastian squeezed her hand, hiding his nerves as she touched it with a shaky hand before looking between her son and daughter-in-law. Her eyes were glistening as she pointed at Amelia as if perhaps it was a friend’s or a random photo. Sebastian, without hesitation, shook his head no before pointing to himself, obviously trying to make her laugh. Make her do anything.

“Oh Yoba, you're not joking? I swear, Sebastian Ainsley if you're pranking me…”

He held up his hands in surrender, laughing aloud as she wiped tears from her face, “that would just be mean, grandma.”

He joked, though it only made her run around the counter and throw her arms around them, laughing and firing questions off faster than they could answer.

Amelia unzipped her jacket and moved Robin’s hand to the small bump, making the woman stop in her tracks, a fresh set of tears falling as she spoke, her voice quiet through her tears, “my Sebby is going to be a father…”

Amelia beamed as Robin wrapped her son in a tight hug, Sebastian throwing Amelia a look. He was happier than he'd been since the wedding day.

Maru heard Robin and came over quickly, Demetrius behind her, concern plain across his expression as Maru spoke, “what's wrong? Is everything okay-” she caught sight of the sonogram and then the bump before she shouted in surprise, “you guys are having a baby?!”

Sebastian laughed and shifted as Maru rambled excitedly about being an aunt and all of the cool ideas she had for things she could build already.

Sebastian shared a look with Demetrius, who, to Sebastian’s shock, offered a kind smile and nod before turning to try and reel Maru back in. Robin wiped at her eyes before tapping the sketches on the table, “you need a nursery then?”

Sebastian gave a nod, “we have all of the necessary materials and money at the house, we just wanted–”

“We'll pay for the addition to the house,” Demetrius called over, surprising everyone there. He laughed and put his arm around Maru, who had hugged him from his side, “as grandparents, it's our job to spoil this child,” he looked pointedly at Sebastian, “and I want to show you that we're here as resources and family. Congratulations, you two.” Sebastian stood and stared for a moment in shock before noting Amelia was zipping her coat back up, a telltale sign she was ready to go home. “Thank you so much, all of you,” he started, already feeling a million times lighter, “it means so much. Text us if you need anything or if you just want to gush about the baby,” he teases, watching as Robin furiously started sketching out designs.

Needless to say, Sam lost his mind in excitement.

The whole town will know by nightfall. There was no way Jodi didn't hear Sam yell it out.

Honestly, it just made their job easier.

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writercole · 2 years

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Could you write something about hangman finding out he has a child w/ his ex gf from his hometown? Maybe they were together b4 he went to the academy or basic? The kid’s not that old, maybe 5 or 6?

I apologize for this taking a few days. It's been crazy busy this week!

This is in development to be a series but here's the opening blurb/prologue.

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Jake was relieved to finally be home. He loved his job in the Navy and the people were...okay, but like Dorothy said, there's no place like home.

He wandered around downtown, saying hello to the people he knew and seeing how much everything had changed in the seven years he'd been gone. It was a miracle that anything was familiar; there had been so many more chain stores when he was here last. Now everything was small businesses and honestly, he was kind of happy about it.

He ducked into a book shop, smiling when he smelled the freshly brewed coffee overlaying the natural scent of the paperbacks and magazines. He grabbed a drink and started to browse, checking out the vinyl first, looking for a gift for his sister's birthday.

As he rounded the corner into the literature, he stopped short when someone bumped into him.

"I'm so -" a sweet voice said.

Jake was stuck in a state of shock as he looked down at the woman before him, recognizing her instantly despite the new hair cut and color.

"Allie?" he whispered, his brows raised in a mix of surprise and confusion.

"Oh, Jake. You're home," she gasped, suddenly very embarrassed by her lack of makeup and comfortable clothes.

"Yeah, I've got a two week leave," he told her, "how are you? It's been so long."

"Um, well," she started.

"Mom, look at this book I found!" a little voice called as the owner came streaking around the corner. A little girl, about five or six, stopped next to them, looking up at the woman in front of Jake and holding up a book.

"Oh, that's so cool, baby," Allie responded enthusiastically, picking up the book and looking down at her daughter with a soft smile.

"Mom?" Jake questioned as he took in the little girl standing next to the woman he left. She was the spitting image of her mother, except for the blonde hair and green eyes. Those were familiar.

"Uh, Norah, this is my friend, Jake," she introduced, her eyes pleading with him to be rational about this.

"Hi, Mr. Jake," Norah chirped as she stood close to her mom.

"How old are you, Norah?" he asked as he stooped down to her level, getting just a bit closer in order to confirm what he already knew.

"I'm six. How old are you, Mr. Jake?"

He grinned at her response; she was as quick-witted as her mother and - "I'm the same age as your mom. I knew her really well before I joined the Navy."

"You're in the Navy?!" she exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice as she turned to look up at her mom. "Do you think he knows my dad? Do you think he could get him to come back?"

Jake's heart clenched at her words, looking up at his ex-girlfriend, her face matching his with a look of terror.

"Hey, Norah, why don't you go see if there's any books Addison would like," she suggested.

"Can we bring them after we leave?" the little girl asked, her eyes wide with delight.

"Sure thing," Allie agreed, "I just need to talk to Mr. Jake a minute."

"Okay!" Norah skipped off back to the kid's section, forgetting all about the idea that Jake could know her dad.

"Jake, I can explain," she started, watching Jake stand in a daze.

"She's mine, isn't she?" he asked quietly, his eyes still focusing on the spot where Norah disappeared around the corner.

"Yes," she responded in a whisper. Her head dropped and her shoulder sagged, bracing herself for an outburst she'd come to expect.

"Can we meet up later? Talk?" he questioned. "Without Norah if you can make it happen. I think we have some things to discuss."

"You're not mad?"

"At myself? Yes. At you? Never."

"I'll..I'll text you," she stuttered as her eyes met his again, seeing a longing in his eyes she'd never seen before. "Same number?"

"Yeah. I'll wait for it," he nodded.

Jake watched as she turned around and headed for the kid's section, collecting Norah and paying for their books before walking out of the store. He stood frozen in his spot, his reason for stopping long forgotten. He had a daughter. All this time, he had a daughter. And he didn't know what to do with that information.

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darcyfangirlsfrequently · 8 months

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Pumpkin, chapter 1 - Enter: Elizabeth

Summary: Eighteen years ago, Luke Alvez became a godfather. Ten years ago, he became the sole guardian of his goddaughter. He changed jobs endlessly for years to be close to her and now... the job he's finally selected puts her in danger.

Penelope is trying to hate Luke, but everything she learns about him makes that harder and harder. When she learns about his goddaughter, sees him with her, grows into a friendship with each of them, well, she might just fall in love.

Word count: 9321

Can also be read here on Ao3

Penelope happened to wake up a little early that morning. Just early enough that, to her delight, she had enough time to stop by Lunacorn on her way in and take a quick stroll around the park before heading to work.

She paused her walk to take a sip of her lavender cold brew when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of movement. She turned to see a very familiar dog running up to her, leash trailing behind. "Roxy!" Penelope exclaimed. "Hi, baby! Where's your dad?" She looked up, expectantly searching for the new agent, but instead saw a young girl with pale skin and short brown hair following closely behind the dog.

"Roxy!" The girl called. "Roxy!" When she reached Penelope, she was slightly out of breath. "I am so sorry," the young girl said, grabbing Roxy's leash. "She's not normally the type to run up to strangers, I have no idea what got into her."

"Oh, I'm not a stranger," Penelope explained. "I've met her before, and sent her gifts occasionally. You must be Luke's dogwalker, right?"

“No, I’m Luke’s goddaughter, actually, my name's Elizabeth. How do you know him?”

Penelope tried to not let her shock at the knowledge that Luke had a goddaughter show. “Oh, my name is Penelope, I work with him.”

Elizabeth's eyes lit up. "Oh, you're Penelope."

Penelope had no idea if that was a bad or a good thing. If Luke had mentioned her, he had likely mentioned how she hadn't been the nicest to him. Depending on how close he was with his goddaughter, Elizabeth might not be too fond of Penelope. “He mentions me?”

Elizabeth smiled widely. “Oh yeah, all the time. Always ‘complaining’ about how you give him a hard time. Which, of course, makes you my favorite of his co-workers.”

“Wait, really?” Penelope laughed lightly.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, Luke is a great guy and I love him to death, but I also love affectionately giving him a hard time.”

Penelope laughed again. "Well, it's been lovely meeting you, Elizabeth, but unfortunately I have to head off to work."

"It was nice meeting you too! Say hi to Luke for me!"

"I will. Have a nice day!"

When Penelope arrived at work, she made a beeline for the bullpen instead of her office.

"Good morning, Garcia!" Luke greeted her in his over-enthusiastic tone, still trying to win her over.

"Good morning." She walked over and perched herself on the edge of his desk. "You have a goddaughter? Also, Elizabeth says hi."

Luke stared at her in shock, but whether it was shock at her actions, her words, or a bit of both, not even he knew. "Um. Yes, I do have a goddaughter. How did you know about her? Also, how do you know she says hi?"

"I bumped into her walking Roxy in the park this morning while I was getting my coffee," she explained, waving the beverage at him. "Roxy saw me and ran up to me and Elizabeth didn't realize Roxy knew me and was very apologetic until I explained."

Luke smiled and shook his head at the thought of his soft, gentle, and endlessly kind goddaughter. She was the kind of person who didn't want to upset or inconvenience anyone, especially not someone she perceived as a complete stranger. "Yeah… that sounds like her."

"How old is your goddaughter?" Reid, the only other godfather in the room, asked.

"She's eighteen," Luke replied, "but I've had her since she was eight."

Tara cocked her head to the side. "You've had her? Like, you were only named her godfather when she was eight?"

"No, I'm her sole guardian. Her mom passed away giving birth to her and her dad in combat ten years ago. She's been with me ever since."

"Woah," JJ said. "So you're a parent."

Luke shrugged. "For all intents and purposes, yes. I've done the PTA meetings, the bee stings, the sleepovers, and let me tell you: ten ten-year-old girls? That is no joke."

JJ laughed. "Oh, I believe you."

"But anyways, yeah, I've had her for ten years. She's the reason I bounced between divisions in the past, I was always looking for something that would allow me to stay home with her, but in recent years now that she's old enough to stay by herself or with friends, I've been able to take jobs that send me around the country. But if she told me she wanted me to stop, I'd change jobs in an instant. I'd leave the FBI if she wanted me to. She… she's my number one priority." Luke's tone and soft smile made it obvious that he deeply, deeply loved his goddaughter. "I didn’t tell you guys about her right away because I like to try to keep her separate from my work life as much as I can, just for her safety. If anything happened to her… I don’t know what I would do with myself. I know it's not the balance that everyone has, but she's already lost both her parents, and I'm the closest thing she has to family, there's no way I'm letting her lose me too.”

Tara smiled. "That's really amazing, Alvez. Good for you for stepping up like that."

Tara was right, it was really amazing of him. Unfortunately for Penelope. She had been trying to find an excuse for the disdain she was treating him with, but with every little thing she learned about him, he became even more infuriatingly wonderful.

Penelope’s phone beeped with an alert and she picked it up to check it. “I’m just going to tell you guys to head to the Round Table Room to save Prentiss the time. We have a case. I’m going to go set up the presentation.”

Five minutes later, everyone had gathered and was seated, waiting for Penelope to begin.

“Two days ago eighteen-year-old Vanessa Hansen went missing. She sent a text to her mom at 2:13 pm that she was walking home from the library a half-hour walk from their house, but then never showed.”

Tara made a grim expression. “She was abducted in broad daylight? That’s bold. And terrifying.”

“Indeed. Yesterday, Kayley Park, also eighteen, went missing as well.”

“The unsub certainly has a type,” Luke observed. “Similar builds, blue eyes, brunettes, although I guess the style and shade of brown don’t matter to him. Other than physical, do they have any obvious connections?”

“Yes. Kayley was also abducted in broad daylight, although she was walking to work and never showed. Her co-worker, apparently a good friend of hers, knew something was not right since Kayley never no-showed without calling in, and the two were texting earlier in the day about being excited to have a shift together. Both Kayley and Vanessa also attend the local college and while they don’t seem to have any direct overlap, they run in the same circles.”

“All right,” Emily said. “This is a local case, so we’ll be working it from here. No bodies have been discovered, so we will be working under the assumption that both girls are still alive. We need to move quickly, at this pace the unsub could take another victim today, and at any point.” She assigned tasks and sent everyone off to work.

On his way back to his desk, Luke called Elizabeth. “Hey, Pumpkin.”

“Hey, Luke. You leaving for a case?”

“Not exactly. It’s a local one, but it’s missing girls about your age, you know we often work through the nights on these ones…”

“So you probably won’t be home tonight?”

“Probably not, no.”

“So are you okay if I go stay at Nyla’s until you’re done?”

“Yes, of course. I’m always okay with it, but I’d actually prefer it this time. Like I said, the girls are around your age, so I don’t like the thought of you being alone right now.” He decided not to add any additional worry by letting her know that both girls also attended her school.

“Sounds good. I’ll pack up my things and head over there, and I’ll bring Roxy with me.”

“Okay. Stay safe.”

“I will. Love you, Luke.”

“Love you too, Pumpkin.”

***

A few hours later, Penelope got a notification. Emily had been right, the unsub had struck again. Penelope loaded the girl’s image and information, and froze. She hit the button—that she had very begrudgingly added—on her phone for Luke’s speed dial. “My office, please. Quickly. Just you.”

“Hey, Garcia, what’s up?” Luke asked cautiously when he entered her office moments later.

She gestured at her couch. “Sit. Sit.”

He obeyed her command. “Can you tell me what’s going on, please?”

“I just got notified that another girl went missing.”

“Why are you telling me and not the entire team?”

Penelope sorrowfully met his eyes. “Because it’s Elizabeth.”

Luke was infinitely glad Penelope had made him sit down before telling him, because he likely would have collapsed to the ground upon hearing the news. "Oh god… are you sure?"

She nodded. "I added everything I could remember about her outfit from when I saw her this morning to the report, but I wasn't looking at her outfit, so I easily could have missed something. Do you happen to have a picture of what she was wearing, by any chance?"

"I… yes, actually! She posts her outfit of the day on her Instagram story… one second…" he pulled out his phone and found the picture Elizabeth had posted earlier that morning.

Penelope wrote down any details she had missed.

"Don't forget her jewelry," Luke told her. "Her earrings and her necklace. She wears them every day."

Penelope squinted at the picture. "What are they, orange circles?"

"No, they're pumpkins. I got them for her. That's my nickname for her. Pumpkin."

Penelope noted down the jewelry. "Okay. Got it. We should bring this to the team now. But you need to listen to me right now." She placed her hand on his so he'd look her in the eye. "We will find her, okay? I promise you."

Luke nodded, tears in his eyes.

"Do you need a hug?" Penelope may be trying to dislike the man, but she wasn't heartless. His heart, his family, his whole world was in danger. He was angry, he was hurting, he was scared. She knew when someone needed a hug.

Luke nodded again, and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Penelope's waist and his face burrowing into her shoulder as he cried. She held him for a few minutes as he got his tears and breathing under control.

"You ready to go back out there?"

"No. But the sooner we do, the sooner we find her. And I need to find her."

Penelope nodded. "Okay. Then let's go."

Their return to the bullpen definitely caught the team's attention. It was a weird sight, the usually stoic and serene (and sometimes quite smiley) Luke Alvez to have a flushed face, eyes puffed from crying, and tear-stained cheeks. What was stranger still was the wet spot on the shoulder of Penelope's shoulder, announcing that it had been cried on.

"What's going on?" Emily asked cautiously.

"Round table room," Penelope replied. "Now."

The team followed and took their seats. Instead of his usual spot across the table, Penelope pulled out the chair next to her for Luke to sit in.

"Another girl has just gone missing," Penelope announced to the team. "And it's Elizabeth. Luke's goddaughter."

"Oh my god, Luke," JJ gasped, reaching over and squeezing his hand. "I'm so sorry."

Luke shot her a tight-lipped smile of gratitude and squeezed her hand back.

"Her disappearance was reported by a woman by the name of Nyla Foster." She glanced at Luke. "A friend of hers…?"

"Yeah. Her best friend. When I called to tell her about the case, she told me she was going to get Roxy and a few of her things and stay over at Nyla's. That's what she always does."

Penelope nodded. "That matches what she told Police. She said she and Elizabeth were going to be meeting at a park in between their houses to play with Elizabeth's dog before heading back to Nyla's house. When she arrived at the park Elizabeth was nowhere to be seen, and the dog was searching the park."

Luke almost smiled then. Of course, Roxy was already searching. She loved Elizabeth as much as she loved him, maybe more. "If Roxy and Elizabeth had been playing fetch like they often do, it's possible the unsub grabbed her when Roxy was off chasing whatever had been thrown," Luke said. "Roxy would have seen and tried to protect Elizabeth otherwise, so either Roxy would be hurt or Elizabeth wouldn't have been taken."

"It also implies that, as much as I hate to say it, Elizabeth was not a victim of opportunity," Tara stated. "He wasn't deterred by Roxy's presence, which instantly would have made Elizabeth a more difficult target, and either he was confident in his ability to abduct her regardless, or he planned for it. Meaning he likely knew her schedule–"

"And targeted her now that we've been involved because he knew I would be occupied," Luke finished, a deep sense of guilt wash over him.

Tara nodded. "Which means he also likely has a connection to some level of law enforcement, since no one else would know of our involvement yet."

"Luke," Emily said gently.

"Prentiss, please don't take me off this case," Luke pleaded.

Emily considered it. She knew from Hotch's experience that letting Luke work the case could end very badly. However, she also knew from Morgan's experience, that not letting him work the case, could result in him going rogue and trying to get justice on his own, which she definitely didn't want. "Okay. You can work the case. But. Under strict conditions. You do not go anywhere or do anything by yourself. One of us is with you at all times. When we find out where the unsub is keeping the girls you go after them, not him. If I feel like this isn't working then I reserve the right to take you off the case without warning. Am I clear?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Garcia, continue."

"That's all we know right now, but Nyla is waiting at the police station waiting to be interviewed."

"Luke, have you met Nyla?" Tara asked.

"Yeah, a few times. She and Elizabeth have been best friends since the beginning of the school year. So, about seven months."

"Having a familiar face would probably be helpful for her right now, you should be one of the people to interview her. I'll come with you." Tara turned to Emily. "Does that work?"

"Sounds good to me. The rest of us will keep working from here."

Luke was given a hug or an affectionate squeeze of the shoulder by every team member, then he and Tara were off.

When they arrived at the police station they were let into the interview room where Nyla and Roxy were.

Roxy ran up to Luke, but the dog's cheery disposition was gone. She knew there was something wrong, and she was looking to Luke for answers.

A crouched-down pet and "Hey, girl," was all he had for her. He stood up and greeted the human girl in front of him and extended his arms, offering a hug.

She took it.

"Hey, Nyla."

"Hi, Luke." Her English accent normally made her words sound light and airy, but her voice was too thick with tears for it to make a difference at that moment.

Luke and Tara sat down across the table from Nyla. "Nyla, this is my coworker, Dr. Tara Lewis.

"Hi, Nyla, it's nice to meet you," Tara said. "Before we start, we know that you might be feeling guilty about this whole situation. If only you'd met at the park earlier, if only she'd gone straight to your house, things like that. We need you to know that you are not at all at fault here."

Nyla nodded, one of her many long, tight braids wrapped around her finger in worry, tears she was still shedding leaving glossy lines down the dark skin of her cheeks.

"We know everything you already told the police," Luke told her. "When you and Elizabeth made plans to meet at the park, what did that look like?"

"Well, at first, she just said that you had a case so she and Roxy were coming over. Elizabeth texted me twenty minutes later saying she and Roxy had stopped in the park in between our houses to play for a little bit, and asked if I wanted to meet her there. I said yes, grabbed my purse, and started walking. It's only a ten-minute walk, I–" a sudden sob cut off her words.

"Hey, hey," Luke said comfortingly. "Nyla, there was nothing you could have done. Whoever took her… he wanted her specifically. If you had been there, something could have happened to you so he could get to her. You being safe will help us find her. Okay?"

Nyla nodded and wiped away her tears. "Okay."

Luke opened his file and removed pictures of Vanessa Hansen and Kayley Park. "These girls were taken before Elizabeth, but by the same person, and they go to the same school as you two. I know it's a long shot, but are they at all familiar to you?"

Her eyes widened. "Yes, they are! I don't really know them personally, I wouldn't say we're friends, but we run in the same circles. We're all in the same faculty."

"Other than that, is there anything else you can think of that all three of them have in common?"

Her eyebrows scrunched in concentration but bounced high when she remembered something. "Yes! They were all asked out by–and subsequently rejected–the same guy! Kyle… something. I don't remember his last name. Oh, but it's probably on his Instagram!" She pulled out her phone and searched, only to put her phone down, dejected, a moment later. "Just the initial. J. I'm sorry."

"That's okay," Luke told her. "Can you send me that Instagram account? We'll get it over to our Technical Analyst and everything else over to our team to see if they can figure it out. Is there anything else you can tell us about when he asked them out? How those interactions went, why they rejected him?"

Nyla shrugged. "I mean, I don't know too much more. Although, I don't know why he even bothered asking Vanessa and Kayley out. Everyone knows they're out and proud lesbians. They're not dating each other, but they both have girlfriends. But that doesn't apply to Elizabeth, obviously, because she's not."

Tara squinted her eyes at the girl in front of her. She had added that last part awfully fast. "Nyla… you might not want to answer what I'm about to ask you truthfully, but it is absolutely imperative that you do. If Kyle is the guy who took them, it could speak to his motivation. Okay?”

Luke had no idea where she was going with this.

Nyla nodded. “Okay.”

“When you say Elizabeth’s ‘not,’ do you mean not a lesbian? Or not out?”

Nyla’s gaze fell to her lap. “Not out.”

“You two aren’t just best friends, are you?” Luke asked. “You’re her girlfriend.” It all made sense. He’d noticed a shift in their relationship nearly six months prior, but he hadn’t said anything. He assumed they were just really close friends. He thought, hoped Elizabeth knew that she could always tell him if it was something more.

Eyes still downcast, Nyla nodded.

Luke felt absolutely not gutted. Not about Elizabeth being gay, obviously, but because he didn’t know. That she didn’t feel like she could tell him.

As if she could hear his thoughts, Nyla looked up at him. “She wanted to tell you. She really did. It’s not that she didn’t trust you, she was pretty sure you would be okay with it, but, you know, the army and the FBI famously aren’t. Coming out, it’s a terrifying thing. You’re all she has, she just couldn’t take that risk.”

Luke shook his head. “No, I understand.”

Interview over, the three of them stood up.

Luke walked over and hugged Nyla. “Thank you for taking care of her… for loving her when I couldn’t. I’m glad she’s had you.”

Nyla hugged him tight in response.

“We’ll find her,” Luke promised. “We’ll bring her home.”

On the car ride back to Quantico, Tara cast a glance over to Luke, fresh tears present in his eyes. She knew why. "Luke… you have to understand… Elizabeth didn't keep this a secret from you because she doesn't love you. In fact it's probably because she loves you too much to risk the relationship. And even if she was 99.9% sure that you would accept her… that 0.01% is too overwhelmingly terrifying. Trust me. I'm… speaking from experience."

Luke nodded. "I believe you. And… thank you. For telling me that. I'm not mad at her. I'm not mad she didn't tell me. I'm just brokenhearted that she felt like she had to hide this from me. I'm so happy for her because I know she's happy, I just wish she felt safe enough to share that happiness with me. I love her, I would do anything for her. She matters more to me than anything. I wish she knew that. I wish I had done a better job of making sure she knew that."

Tara smiled softly. "When we find her, you'll make sure she knows. She's really lucky to have someone like you, Luke." Her own father had taken his time coming around to the fact that his daughter wasn't straight. He had ultimately accepted her, but it hadn't been an easy journey, and she knew some people who had it a lot harder. What she and some of her friends would have given for someone as instantly accepting as Luke…

He shook his head. "No, you've got it backwards. I'm really lucky to have her. I don't know where I'd be without her. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me, and she's already been through so much tragedy… and now this? We need to find her. Alive."

"We will," Tara promised. "We will."

***

It took them longer than they wanted. Garcia found Kyle, last name Jameson, soon enough, but that's when things stopped being easy. They had an address for him, but it was a dorm room on campus. Not the most ideal place to hold kidnapped girls. They wanted to interrogate him anyway, after all, he had connections to all the victims. However, when they arrived at his dorm, they found it empty. And not just he-wasn't-there empty, but completely-stripped-bare-waiting-for-its-next-tenant empty. According to the staff responsible for his building, he and all of his things had vanished the week before, they'd noticed when doing room inspections. According to his student file, he hadn't dropped out, and when they interviewed friends they said they had seen him in class, but he wasn't really hanging out with them outside of classes. But no one knew where he was staying. He also hadn't struck again, and friends of Kyle's, Nyla and Elizabeth's, Vanessa's, and Kayley's all confirmed that those three girls were the only ones he'd asked out recently and been rejected by. The team figured that the third rejection had been what made him snap, the final straw that broke the camel's back, as it had happened two weeks before Kyle disappeared from his dorm. He had taken his time to plan his attack, and then he struck. It had been two days, and they were worried about the case going cold. Luke had no idea what to do with the fact that no bodies had been found yet. On one hand, he was hopeful that the lack of bodies meant that the girls were still alive and not just that their bodies had been disposed of in a way that meant they wouldn’t get found for a while, if ever. But on the other hand… depending on what torture the unsub was submitting them to, death might be the more merciful option.

Then, in a stroke of dumb luck, one of the local police officers came through with what seemed to be the light at the end of the tunnel. He remembered that his nephew—who was currently out of the country studying abroad—went to the same school as Kyle and the girls and, when asked, revealed that he was actually friends with Kyle. Very good friends, in fact. He was renting a small house off-campus and had actually just invited Kyle to move out of his dorm and in with him and split the rent. It was the nephew’s name on the lease and Kyle wasn’t actually supposed to be moving in until the end of the month, but he had likely taken advantage of his friend’s absence to speed up the process for his crime spree. What was more, this house had a decent-sized shed in the backyard. Just the right space to keep three girls tied up for days on end.

“Alvez, Lewis, Rossi,” Emily said over their comms on their way to the house. “You three go to the shed. “JJ and Reid will be with me, we’ll take the house, looking for Kyle. Understood?”

“Yes Boss,” Luke replied.

The windows to the shed were boarded up, and the door was locked, but Luke had grabbed the bolt cutters from their car as a pre-emptive measure and they were through in a second.

Luke dropped the bolt cutters to the floor upon seeing Elizabeth. He ran to her as Rossi and Tara took care of the other two girls.

“We’ll be back for you two in a minute,” Tara told him as she and Rossi picked up Kayley and Vanessa and took them to the waiting ambulances.

Luke nodded as he cut Elizabeth free of her restraints. He took her in his arms and just started rocking her.

“Luke?” She muttered, dazed and clearly drugged.

“Yeah, Pumpkin, it’s me. It’s okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

***

Luke went right to the hospital with Elizabeth, and the team met him there as soon as they could to wait in solidarity.

Being the only other person on the team to have met Elizabeth, as well as the person who told Luke she was missing, Penelope decided she'd poke her head into Elizabeth's room and see if Luke wanted her to sit with him.

"Need some company?" Penelope asked softly as she opened the door.

"Hm? Yeah. Sure."

She took the empty chair beside him. "How are you doing?"

Luke was sitting beside Elizabeth's hospital bed, unable to take his tear-filled eyes off her. "I remember when she was… eight or nine, and she would have nightmares about her dad dying or the person who killed her dad coming for her, so I’d let her sleep in my bed because she’d be able to sleep when she was with me. And now she’s in a hospital bed. I’m supposed to protect her, and I failed.”

"No, Luke, you didn't fail," Penelope protested. "You did protect her!"

"She was kidnapped!"

“And you saved her! You protected her! She is here, safe, because of you.” She paused, then asked, "So, why Pumpkin?"

"Hm?"

"You told me your nickname for Elizabeth was Pumpkin. Why Pumpkin?"

For the first time in days, Luke smiled. "She was born on October 31st, Halloween. For her first birthday I got her a pumpkin costume… here, let me show you." He opened a photo album on his phone and scrolled to the bottom, selecting the very first image, one of a much younger Luke holding a one-year-old Elizabeth decked out in a pumpkin costume in his arms, wide smiles on both their faces.

"Oh my god, Luke," Penelope gasped. "You were a baby!"

Luke laughed. "Of course I was, this was over seventeen years ago, I'm in my early twenties in this picture! And we kept doing this on her birthday every year." He exited out of the photo to the rest of the album and showed Penelope the photos.

She took the phone from him and flipped through the photos. She noted how he held her in his arms when she was a baby and toddler, had her sat on his shoulder and lap as a kid, and then, once she finally got tall enough, standing in front of him, his arms around her shoulders or stomach. Their smiles never changed. She watched as they grew from those young people in the first picture to the versions of them she knew.

"That's really sweet, Luke."

"Than–" he yawned loudly, cutting himself off. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. Thank you."

"You haven't gotten any sleep in the last forty-eight hours, have you?" Penelope asked.

"Honestly at this rate I'm probably closer to sixty."

"Luke."

"How could I sleep not knowing she was safe?"

"She's safe now. You can. Sleep now. I'll be right here, I'll wake you up if something happens, okay?"

Knowing there was no way he was losing this fight, he nodded. "Okay. Maybe… maybe just a few minutes." He was asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

***

Luke dreamed a sequence of memories.

He was twenty-two and lying in his barracks. His close friend Michael, who had just come back from a visit with his wife, was in the bunk above him.

"Luke?" He called.

"Yeah?"

"Cynthia and me… we're going to have a baby. She just found out she's pregnant."

"Oh my god, man, that's amazing. I'm so happy for you."

"Yeah. I mean, I'm scared shitless, I don't know how the hell to be a dad, but I'm so excited."

"As you should be."

"And you know, Cynthia and I were talking… you know you're like a brother to me, right?"

Even though Michael couldn't see him, Luke nodded. "Yeah."

"We were wondering if you would like to be the kid's godfather."

"Oh my god," Luke said, beyond stunned. "Michael, oh my god, yes, I'd be honored." He wasn't ashamed to admit that he cried.

***

"Hey, Baby Wilson," Luke said into the camcorder that was pointed at him. "I'm Luke, and I'm your godfather. I don't know if you're going to be a boy or a girl, but I know that whatever you'll be, we'll have a great time causing trouble for your mom and dad."

"You cause me too much trouble and I'll strip you of your title as godfather," Cynthia fake-threatened from her position behind the camera.

Luke shrugged and smirked. "We'll see."

"All right," Michael called out. "Are we ready to find out?"

The gender reveal was a small affair, only Cynthia, Michael, Luke, Michael's parents, and a few of Cynthia and Michael's friends, but the cheers they let out were loud.

Cynthia took her place next to her husband, and they raised their needles and popped the balloons in front of them. Pink confetti exploded out.

"It's a fucking girl!" Michael screamed, picking his wife up and kissing her, both of them laughing.

Luke walked over to them to give them each a hug. Cynthia first, of course, she was the one having the baby after all, then Michael.

"Congratulations, man. I always thought you seemed like a girl dad. Have you guys thought of a name yet?"

Michael turned to Cynthia, brow raised.

She nodded, and turned back to face Luke. "We were thinking Elizabeth for her first name. It was my grandmother's name."

"And Lucy, for the middle name," Michael told him.

Cynthia smiled. "It's the closest we could get to Luke."

Luke's eyes welled with tears. "You're fucking kidding."

The couple smiled at him. "We're not."

"You guys are the best." He pulled them back into a tight hug. "Elizabeth Lucy Wilson. I love it."

***

Luke was woken up by a call in the middle of the night. "Michael?" He answered sleepily. "What's going on?"

"Cynthia's water just broke."

Luke sat bolt upright in bed. "What? Isn't it early?"

"Yeah. Something is really wrong, I– we're headed to the hospital now."

Luke was out of bed and putting on his shoes. "I'm on my way. I'll meet you there."

He waited for hours. Eventually, a doctor came out to meet him. "Are you with the Wilsons?"

Luke, tired as he was, was fully focused. "Yes. Is everything okay?"

"The baby is fine. She's perfectly healthy. But there were complications with the delivery. The mother… she didn't make it. I'm sorry, I hear you were close with the family?"

"Yeah, I'm the godfather, can I see her?"

"Yes, the father was asking for you."

When Luke entered the hospital room, his heart broke. There was his friend, barely 23, holding his baby daughter, his wife dead in the bed behind him.

"Michael," Luke said, voice thick with tears. "I'm so sorry."

Michael's voice was more broken than Luke ever remembered hearing it. "I don't know what to do. I mean, I have her," he looked down at his daughter in his arms, then back at his wife, "but I just want to hold her hand."

"Give her to me," Luke told him. "I can hold Elizabeth. Be with your wife."

The second the baby was placed in Luke's arms, he felt a love unlike anything he felt before. He stared into her shining blue eyes, and she stared back at him, as if curious as to who this new person was that she was meeting less than an hour into her life. He could distantly hear Michael talking to Cynthia, telling her how beautiful their daughter was, how he wished she could have met her, but Elizabeth wrapped one of her tiny hands around Luke's finger and nothing else mattered. Luke knew then, more than he had ever known anything, that he would do anything to protect that precious little girl.

***

Luke managed to find a house on the same street as Michael and Elizabeth so he could help his friend–now unexpectedly a single parent–shoulder the workload.

Luke was playing in the living room with tiny little Elizabeth, gently poking and tickling her sides, and hiding his face behind a teddy bear and popping back out from behind it.

Elizabeth let out a loud laugh, right from her belly, and Michael's head popped out from the kitchen where he was preparing the baby formula. "Did she just laugh?"

"Yeah, she did."

Michael's face was soft. "She hasn't done that yet."

"I'm the first person to make her laugh?"

"Yeah, you are."

Tears in his eyes, Luke leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his goddaughter's head.

On nights when Michael couldn't get Elizabeth to sleep, Luke came over, rocked her, or sang her a lullaby with his guitar. She loved it when he did that. He learned her favorite songs. He had an impressive Disney music repertoire. Some nights they'd cuddle on her bed with all her stuffed animals, and he'd read her a bedtime story. He did the best voices.

***

When Elizabeth was four, Luke came over for dinner as he often did. This time, however, it was because Michael had to run out for a last-minute Parent-Teacher conference.

"Bye, sweetheart," he said as he kissed her on the head. "Be good for Luke. I love you."

"I love you too, Daddy!"

"Hey, Pumpkin," Luke said, scooping her up in his arms.

She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck. "Luke!"

"What do you want to make for dinner tonight?"

"Can we make cookies?" She attempted to whisper. She actually spoke it at a normal volume, but her hand was beside her mouth, trying to cover it.

"Hm, maybe for dessert, but what about dinner?"

Her small face bunched in concentration, and Luke smiled at how adorable she was. "Can we make… pizza?"

"Definitely." Luke sat Elizabeth on the kitchen counter so she could be his little helper. "Make sure you wash your hands," he reminded her.

He did the brunt of the work, obviously. He made the dough and chopped their toppings, but let Elizabeth punch down the dough when it rose and decorate her own pizza. And, as promised, they made cookies for dessert. She mixed the dough with a wooden spoon and got flour everywhere. Luke took a picture.

Michael got back home as the cookies were getting out of the oven, and laughed that Luke was spoiling her.

"I'm her godfather. That's my job."

Once Elizabeth was in bed, Michael asked Luke if he could talk to him about something.

"Yeah, sure, what's up?"

"Elizabeth's teacher called me to talk to her today asking about her home life and family dynamic because, well, you know how Father's Day is on Sunday, right?"

"Shit, yeah, I almost forgot. I'll have to remember to call my dad."

"Anyway, the kids were all making Father's Day cards–and her teacher already knows about Cynthia because of Mother's Day–but apparently Elizabeth was asking all the other kids in her class who 'their Luke' was, not understanding that our normal isn't everyone's."

Luke grinned widely. "That is so adorable."

"Yeah. And then she was asking her teacher if she could make a Father's Day card for 'her Luke' because he's 'always taking care of her and like a second daddy.'"

Luke's eyes welled with tears. "She did that? She said that?"

"Yeah, she did. And, you know, because she's four and doesn't understand what a godfather was, she didn't do a great job of explaining things, and her teacher thought that you were, more or less, her stepfather. That we were boyfriends raising a kid together."

"Oh, that is, that is too funny. I love you, dude, but you know you're not my type."

Michael laughed too. "Yeah. Honestly, I'm just glad she's adjusting so well. I thought it would be hard for her, having such a different family than the other kids, but she's taking it in stride. She's strong."

"She gets it from her dad."

"Thanks, man. I appreciate that. Really. But that conversation did have me thinking."

"Does it hurt?" Luke teased his friend.

Michael rolled his eyes. "You are such a pain in the ass, Alvez."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding, continue."

"I know you are helping Elizabeth do something for me for Father's Day, because she's four and doesn't know what a secret is."

"Yeah, I figured you knew and were just going to act surprised."

"Trust me, I will. Anyways, since this is the first Father's Day she's really going to remember, I was wondering if you would be okay if we did something for you too. Because you have really been such a help with her. I want to thank you properly for that."

For the second time that night, Luke was nearly brought to tears. "You really want to do that?"

"Of course I do."

"Yeah, man, I'm okay with that. Thank you."

***

Elizabeth was six, and she was trying to carve her first ever jack-o'-lantern.

Luke took a picture, of course. His Pumpkin carving a pumpkin.

With a grunt, Elizabeth slammed her carving knife down.

"What's wrong, Pumpkin?" Luke asked, leaning down to wipe away a frustrated tear that was making its way down her cheek.

"It's not working!" She complained. "This isn't how it's supposed to look!"

Luke pulled Elizabeth onto his lap. "Well that's okay. Things don't always go the way we want them to, but a lot of the time we can fix it. Or if we can't fix it, we can learn."

"But how do I fix it?"

"What if you draw your design on your pumpkin? That way when you cut it, you know exactly what to do!"

"But I don't want help! I want to do it by myself!"

"There's nothing wrong with a little help," Luke told her. "You know, the best artists in the world use guidelines so they can make sure their art looks the way they want it to, and even then sometimes it isn't perfect. We can't always be perfect at everything, and we need help to learn things. It's normal."

"I can't wait to be a grownup when I know everything and don't need help anymore."

Luke laughed. "Oh that's not true at all. Grownups still need help. Your daddy and I still get help all the time."

"You do?"

He nodded. "Remember how your daddy and I have those appointments every week?"

"With the brain doctor?"

That was how they had explained therapy to her. "Yes, exactly, with the brain doctor. Sometimes really sad things happen in life, and with the job your daddy and I have, we see a lot of sad things. So we go to the brain doctor. She helps keep us happy."

Elizabeth considered this for a moment. Luke had clearly done a good job explaining things in ways a six-year-old could understand, because she nodded. "Okay. Do you have a pen?"

"I sure do, Pumpkin." He fished a pen out of his pocket and handed it to her.

Elizabeth drew the design she wanted on her pumpkin.

"What if you added a mustache?" Luke suggested jokingly.

Elizabeth giggled. "No, Luke, you silly! Pumpkins don't have mustaches!"

"You're right." He gently poked her upper lip. "You don't have a mustache at all."

Elizabeth collapsed in another fit of giggles, and Luke wrapped his arms tight around her. God, he loved this little girl.

***

Elizabeth was eight years old. She and Luke were having a tea party on the living room floor when there was a knock on the door.

"I'll be right back, Pumpkin," Luke said with a smile, getting up to go see who was there.

He was met with a man he didn't know in full Army uniform wearing a very somber expression. "Corporal Alvez?"

Luke stepped out of the front door and shut it behind him so Elizabeth wouldn't hear what was discussed. "Yes. What can I do for you," he looked at the stripes on the man's uniform, "Sergeant?"

"It's about Corporal Michael Wilson, sir. I regret to inform you, sir, but early this morning he was shot. We believe his mission was leaked. It was an ambush. There were no survivors."

Luke's heart and stomach felt like they had fallen to his feet. "Oh my god."

"I'm so sorry for your loss, sir."

"I–" Luke looked between the man in front of him and the house. "What do I tell his kid?"

***

The funeral was an incredibly somber affair. Luke and Elizabeth sat in the front row, her small hand gripped tight in his.

It had been no question as to who would gain custody of Elizabeth. Luke was her godfather, Michael put him down as the person to gain custody of her, and she didn't really have any family to contest that. Cynthia and Michael had both been only children. Cynthia's parents blamed Michael–and also Elizabeth–for their daughter's death, so they cut contact. Michael's parents, when they had been alive, had lived in a different state, and had always had many health issues. So Luke was it.

He tried not to cry, to be strong for Elizabeth, but he couldn't help a stray tear that made its way down his cheek as they placed the folded-up American flag on Elizabeth's lap.

She told him that night she didn't want the flag. She just wanted her dad back.

He held her that night until she cried herself to sleep. Then, slowly, he extricated himself from the small girl's vice grip and made his way to his own room. And he finally let himself break down. He turned on the shower so Elizabeth wouldn't hear his broken sobs and sat under the stream until the hot water turned ice cold. He passed out in bed from the sheer emotional exhaustion.

He had no idea how to do this.

***

He figured it out. He got an honorable discharge, and joined the FBI, allowing him to stay home with Elizabeth and be a present parental figure in her life. There was no way in hell she was losing the last one she had left.

***

He was woken up by a small hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see small little innocent Elizabeth standing next to his bed in her Disney Princess pyjamas with her stuffed bunny, crying.

“Luke, I’m scared,” she whimpered.

He pulled her into his bed and held her. "What's wrong, Pumpkin? What's scaring you?"

"I had a bad dream."

"Oh yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Can you tell me what it was about?"

"Daddy," she sobbed.

Luke's heart broke. "You saw your dad?"

"No. I saw the guy who killed Daddy. I watched him kill Daddy. He came for me next."

"Oh Pumpkin," Luke sighed, holding her tighter. "I'm so sorry. But you know it was a dream, right? It's not real? He can't hurt you?"

"I know. But I'm still scared."

"I know," he replied, kissing her head. "And that's okay. Do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

"Yes please."

"Okay. I will never let anyone hurt you, Elizabeth. I promise."

She knew he meant it, because he only ever called by her real name when he was serious. "Luke?"

"Yeah, Pumpkin?"

"You said sometimes things happen that we don't want to happen. And sometimes we can fix them, but when we can't we learn, right?"

He had no idea where this was coming from. "Yeah, I said that, why?"

"Well we can't fix this… so what are we supposed to learn?"

Luke's heart broke all over again. "Oh Pumpkin… I don't know. I'm so sorry. I don't know."

He held her and soothed her until she fell asleep, safe in the embrace of her beloved godfather. He watched her for another hour to make sure she was okay before he fell asleep himself.

***

For some reason, Luke's guitar caught his eye across the room. "Hey, Pumpkin," he said. "Want to write a song with me? We haven't done that in a while." It was a thing they did together a lot when she was younger. He'd sing a little bit and have her fill in the blanks.

"Okay," she said, pushing closer to him on the couch.

He grabbed his guitar, then came back to sit beside her. Be began to strum out a simple melody. "Once upon a time there was a…"

“Turtle!” Turtles were her favorite animal lately.

“Turtle! And his name was…”

“Turtle!”

Luke smiled. “Turtle! And he went to…”

“The mooooon!” She threw her hands up in the air and was grinning like crazy.

“The mooooon," he chuckled along.

It was the happiest he'd seen her since the funeral.

***

When she was 10 she won a race at school, and Luke brought her out for dinner for "victory pizza."

While they were eating, Elizabeth paused suddenly, looked at Luke, and said, "Luke, I love you very much."

It was the first time she ever said that unprompted. She said it back every night when he tucked her in, but this was the first time she said it first.

He stared at her, not wanting to make a big thing out of it, trying not to cry, then he pulled her close and kissed her head. "I love you too, Pumpkin."

"Luke, you're crushing me," she mumbled against his chest.

"Sorry, sorry." He let her go. "Finish your pizza, then what do you say we go get some ice cream?"

Her smile took up her whole face. "Yeah!"

That night he cried on the stairs by himself. He was so touched by what had happened, and he wanted to call someone to talk to about it, but who could he call? Not Michael, he was gone. His family, maybe, but would they get it? It was moments like these where he realized how completely alone he was. He had no one to support him through this, no one who would understand. He had Elizabeth, and he was so grateful for her, but he couldn't emotionally unload onto a child. What kind of crappy person did that? On days when nothing seemed to be going right, he had no one to lean on.

It was so hard. But it was worth every second.

***

Luke still read to her at bedtime, but now that she was older, he read to her from chapter books.

Their current read was The Lightning Thief, the first book in the Percy Jackson and The Olympians series.

"You know," Luke said, having just finished chapter five called "I Play Pinochle With A Horse," "I have ADHD too."

"Really?" Elizabeth asked, wide-eyed. "Does it give you superpowers too?"

Luke considered this. "Yeah, it does. It's why my job is hunting bad guys like Percy, Annabeth, and their friends' job is hunting monsters."

"That's so cool." She cuddled back into him. "Keep reading."

"Okay. Chapter six: 'I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom.'"

***

In 2010, when Elizabeth was 12, The Lightning Thief was adapted into a movie. Luke and Elizabeth were so excited to see it together.

"Well that was. Something," Luke said as they exited the theater.

"You can say it. It sucked. I mean. They're supposed to be twelve! Why the heck are they sixteen-seventeen! The whole thing hinges on one of the kids of the big three gods 'reaching sixteen against all odds!' That can't happen if Percy is already sixteen! And that girl wasn't anything like Annabeth! And don't even get me started on what they did to Grover."

***

2010 was also the year the movie Tangled came out and, for the first time in years, Luke found himself picking up his guitar to learn another Disney song.

This time it was "The Kingdom Dance." He played it for Elizabeth as she spun around the living room in her flowiest dress trying to replicate the dance without getting dizzy, squealing, "Luke, look at me, I'm doing it! I'm doing it!"

Luke smiled. Being a twelve-year-old girl was hard. She deserved to feel like a princess.

***

During the 8 years Elizabeth had with her dad, he would tell her everything about her mom and make sure her memory lived on. They would visit her grave every year on what would have been her birthday. When her dad died, Luke carried on the tradition, but for both parents’ graves.

***

She went through a hair dye phase in middle school. Luke turned their upstairs bathroom into a salon and watched endless tutorials. He became an expert at dyeing and styling hair.

He let her try to dye his hair occasionally too, but it was too dark, it didn't take. They didn't mind. They enjoyed the time together.

This was also her makeover phase in general. Luke thought he'd been lucky that she never tried to put on any of her "makeup" on his face when she was a little kid, but he realized she had been waiting for her teen years. He let her try endless styles of makeup on him, coerce him into doing facemasks with her, and put cucumbers on his eyes.

He was glad she was just… being a normal teenage girl. He was so worried that she'd had so hard of an early life that she might never feel happy. But she did. And that made him happy.

When she cut her hair short right before the beginning of ninth grade, he bought her so many cute clips, pins, jewels, and headbands, so she could accessorize as much as she wanted.

***

Sometimes he would struggle, but he tried his best to never be angry with her. He called her out when she was in the wrong and he allowed her to see the natural consequences of her actions, but he realized that any mistake she made would have short-term consequences but any anger or outbursts on his part would have long-term consequences, so he was always gentle but firm.

He wasn't perfect. He knew it. But he did his best.

***

When Elizabeth woke up, there were two familiar faces in the chairs across from her hospital bed. Luke, who was asleep, and the woman she met at the park the other day, who was checking something on her phone.

"Penelope?" Elizabeth called weakly.

The other woman's eyes shot up from her phone. "Elizabeth! Oh my goodness! You're awake!" She stood up and sat over on the edge of Elizabeth's bed. "How are you feeling, sweetie?"

"Like hell, honestly. How long have I been out for?"

"Only a couple hours. I had to convince Luke to try to get some sleep. He was so worried about you." She paused. "Can I give you a hug?"

Elizabeth nodded her consent, and was immediately wrapped in the softest hug she had ever experienced. The only person she'd really hugged who wasn't Luke–and she loved the guy, but his hugs were hard, not cushy–had been Nyla, and a girlfriend's hug was different.

"I'm glad you're okay," Penelope told her. "We need to be friends, you and me. Who else am I going to team up with to tease your godfather?"

Elizabeth giggled in response.

"I'll give you two a minute," Penelope said, heading toward the door, squeezing Luke's shoulder on her way out.

The squeeze roused Luke from his slumber. He looked first at her exiting the room, then back at the bed. "Oh my god! Elizabeth!" He was over in a second, holding her tight in his arms. "I was so worried."

She hugged him back just as tight. "Yeah, I heard. I'm so sorry, Luke."

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Pumpkin," Luke told her. Then he sat back from the hug. "But there is something I want to talk to you about. Nyla was the one who called in your disappearance. My co-worker Tara and I went to go interview her, and since we needed her to tell us everything she could…"

Elizabeth sighed. "She told you about me and her."

He nodded. "Yeah. And I need you to know, I'm not mad, I understand why you didn't tell me, I just… I need you to know that you could have. That I'm a safe space for you. You are the most important thing in my life, Elizabeth. My job, everything else, doesn't matter as much as you. You have to know that. Okay?"

Tears in her eyes, Elizabeth nodded. "Okay."

Luke leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "I love you, Pumpkin."

"I love you too, Luke. Very much. Is she… is Nyla here?"

He smiled. "She is. Do you want me to get her for you?"

"Yes please."

"Okay. Give me a minute."

True to his word, a minute later, Nyla was standing beside Elizabeth's bed, staring at her with tears in her eyes.

"I'm not made of glass, Nyla," Elizabeth said. "You can hold me."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. You can't."

In a second Nyla's arms were tight around Elizabeth, who was squeezing back just as hard, and they were each crying into their girlfriend's shoulder.

"When I got to the park and you weren't there, I'd never been so scared," Nyla sobbed.

"I know. I know. But I'm here now. I'm okay. I'm safe."

Nyla pulled back and placed a very gentle kiss on Elizabeth's lips. "I love you. So much."

Elizabeth kissed her again, smiling. She would never get over the thrill at hearing those three little words from those lips. "I love you too."

#Garvez #Garvez Fanfiction #Luke Alvez #Penelope Garcia #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction

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cake-apostate · 1 year

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I personally think that all the protags and their friends do gift exchanges :] Demifiend gets everyone a Magatama which they all vehemently refuse to eat, Kazuya and Raidou get people regular Tokyo items because they’re... surprisingly rare, Devil Survivor Protag makes everyone personal mixtapes, etc

Happy Holidays!

Oooh, nice! I can see that.

I do see the cast of SMT in certain ways, especially since I write fanfic for them, so some of my choices might seem a bit weird outside of my head. I'm assuming that interdimensional travel is a thing. Also, on top of giving to friends, there's also a Secret Santa designed to give for people you don't know.

Kazuya gets people practical things, and I see him as someone who's good at cooking. He gives out new pots and pans, new knives, a new spatula.

Aoi would think carefully about what everyone would want before giving it. But she'd default to a big box of holiday treats. Including alcohol. She does not care if the recipient is underage. Either that, or she'd hand out training equipment, since I headcanon her as someone who loves sparring.

Aleph gets everyone guns. I think of him during the game as having difficulties grasping social conventions and niceties, since he only experienced one year of life (yes, he's two years old, but he spent the first year as a baby). When given the advice, "Give something that you would want," he straight up buys the guns he wants.

Hiroko winds up getting Aleph and Daleth stuffed toys, which they treasure. And since she's already at the store, she gets a stuffed animal for the Secret Santa.

Daleth brings out potions the fairies taught him to make.

Naoki is someone I think of as growing up poor. He'd discreetly measure someone and get them a nice warm jacket.

Hijiri gets copies of relatively obscure mythologies, which always turns out extremely useful in SMT.

Raidou, at Naoki's suggestion, gets a lot of stuff that's cheap and plentiful in his time, but will become valuable handmade antiques or specialty snacks in their time.

Flynn gets potted plants for everyone. He does not always get how difficult it is to take care of some of these plants, and he also gives plants that you wouldn't usually think of as a gift, such as rice plants in wet buckets.

Isabeau matches people to manga. Jonathan matches people to books. I have no idea what Walter would do.

Nanashi gives blankets and pillows, and they're super comfortable. Both Bonds and Anarchy Nanashi do this, but Anarchy!Nanashi enchants them to help people sleep better.

Asahi learns to brew her own liquor and beer, and gives that out as gifts. If anyone is concerned that she is under the legal drinking age, they don't show it.

Hallelujah winds up with a lot of money and connections thanks to his new job as a Yakuza boss, but he's trying to remain frugal. Part of it is that he's not inclined to luxury, but the other is that it really helps his image if he's not extravagant like Tayama was. So he'd get something that's nice, but not too nice, like the cheaper accessories at the Ginza Special Shop.

In the Anarchy universe where Hallelujah is the Goddess, he winds up blessing people for good health. Since I've got Dealing with Dragons on the brain, he ensures that nobody will ever have problems with their teeth.

Nozomi gives potted plants like Flynn, but she's a bit more aware of what you can and can't grow. So they're enchanted to be a bit hardier, and she writes down care instructions.

Toki gives almost everyone better weapons. Since you can't get better than Gungnir, she'd give Gaston a book on lance techniques. And since Hallelujah doesn't use weapons, she might give a book on meditation to improve his magic. She gives machetes to people she doesn't know.

Gaston gives jewelry, since that's what Luxurors give each other.

Navarre is exempt because he doesn't have any money, but he's good at giving suggestions to Gaston.

Danu makes things fertile. If they're farmers, their harvests are rich. If they keep animals, they give birth to more babies than usual. And if nothing applies, she gives good health.

Dagda firmly does not celebrate Christmas, but does participate in the Secret Santa gift exchange. It's a neverending thermos of porridge.

Dagda does, however, give Nanashi a gift: a 'get out of death free' card, stylized as a Monopoly card with Nanashi's name on it. He clarifies that the card itself is just a joke; the real gift is a promise to bring him back to life, and it doesn't matter if he loses the card. If Nanashi dies of something like illness or starvation, he'll cure or feed him so he doesn't die right away. And if he manages to die of old age, he'll give him time enough to say his goodbyes before dying for real (and/or let him scare people at his funeral).

Blasted Akira, he doesn't have a lot to give right now. He just gives out IOUs for stuff later, which includes, "Any one thing you want from the treasury."

Infernal Akira scavenges through trash for a living, and I'm thinking that he's not just good at repairing things, but making new things. Most of the usable parts would be used to improve his city, so he'd turn the scraps into a found artwork piece. At the same time, I can see him as someone who gifts very generously out of necessity; he needs the other Demonoids to like him or they'll overthrow him. He might get someone the newest video game console; probably gives Blasted Akira money so he can buy it for him. Big scary demon man in Tokyo would cause problems.

The Embryon generally has trouble with the prompt. Serph winds up giving the gift of friendship, and gives shooting lessons because that's what friends do. Heat gives a fully butchered dead demon, accompanied by a bottle of their blood; this poses problems to people who just think it's ordinary meat. Sera only has a vague idea of Christmas from holiday movies, so she gives out stereotypical gifts like a drum set, a working train set, and stuffed toys. Argilla tries baking a pie but it doesn't turn out well because she's learning how to cook solely from a cookbook. Gale thinks everyone likes math and gives a book on proofs he finds interesting. Cielo gives a mixtape.

I headcanon Roland as Jewish; it started with 'Blitz is a real surname and it fits him' and then turned into 'I knew a classmate with that name who was Jewish' and then into 'what the hell, Roland's Jewish now.' So he doesn't celebrate Christmas even if he has a better idea of what it is. He thinks about everything he missed when he was stuck underground, and decides on boxes of chocolates.

The Nahobino at this point would be God, so he might give out what looks like those coupons children give their parents (like, "clean my room without arguing"), but actually contain stuff like, "Use of a room where time stands still (yes there is internet access because magic)," "Instant transportation to any given location in the universe, round trip, safety guaranteed," and "Change the weather to anything you want, within reason." He also specifies that while they can be used on another's behalf, only the user can activate it; this is so that they get used up within the receiver's lifetime.

Maybe someone tries to argue that Aogami should join in. He winds up cleaning the air and oceans around Japan as his gift, saying that it's a gift to humanity, and they are humans. The receiver is too polite to fault his logic, and the Nahobino winds up discreetly giving them the same coupon gift as above, on the basis that he and Aogami are technically the same person.

#shin megami tensei #digital devil saga #smt #megaten #shin megami tensei i #shin megami tensei 4 #shin megami tensei nocturne #shin megami tensei apocalypse #shin megami tensei 5 #shin megami tensei v #shin megami tensei iv apocalypse #shin megami tensei iv #shin megami tensei ii #shin megami tensei 1 #shin megami tensei 2 #shin megami tensei iii nocturne

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pink-strawberry-kissess · 3 months

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So completely unrelated to the 1920s AU I felt like discussing a plot bunny I have for Aeon since I honestly don't have many mutual who even know RE let alone the video game canon lol.

One of my favorite movies of all time is The Long Kiss Goodnight and I think Ada fits perfectly as Samantha/Charlie. It's about a woman who woke up in a hospital pregnant with no memory of her life before. Her life before was as a spy for the CIA so her identity as far as she knows for 8 years is that of one of her covers as a suburban mom. Until one of her old enemies attacks her and she hires a private investigator to find out who she was. Honestly I think Luis would be perfect for that and it would be a fun Ada and Luis adventure, but here's where the Aeon comes in.

So sprinkle in a little Sarah from Orphan Black, Ada doesn't work for the CIA she works for herself as a mercenary and fell for one of her marks, Leon because he was so genuine and he's the father of her baby. In the movie Charlie struggles with her desire for wanting the suburban mom life but also not loosing herself as the badass spy and ultimately finds the balance and realizes she can be both versions of herself which i think is the reason why she had amnesia. Much like people with DID the mind creates another person to cope. Anyway I feel like that resonates with Ada so much in that she wants both but can't see how that's possible.

Anyway, sorry for the long message I just really needed to tell someone this idea brewing in my head and know of no one else who would care.

THAT'S OKAY I LOVE TALKING TO PEOPLE HEEHHEHE

i've never watched! i'll have to add it to my list!

i love mixing various character traits with others in re because i think we all kinda objectively agree that the characterization for re has been okay at best, and extremely poor at the worst lol. we got SOME that are nice and interesting, but so much of it is sidelined imo

we got a lot of leon's characterization but i would kILL for more ada

i just think ada's such an interesting character. she's flawed, but in the way that's realistic (for her circumstances) and redeemable imo. i just don't think characters (even like leon) seem real. most of the re characters feel like caricatures of people and archetypes that are written in to fill the roles required for a story.

i'd argue that jill should have really been explored more in death island and leon shouldn't have even been there. he was only there because his face on his face. like LEGIT why did he have to be there. because they wanted a big marvel meet up showdown lol

i wanna know more about ada! her motivations her desires. she really feels like she has the most potential to be more fleshed out and explored than most. and i just love the idea of her struggle with her own self image and self reflection because of the life she's lived.

i think it's clear that she probably has some sort of ptsd (similar to leon, and the others tbh although i argue leon shows it the most)(and this is one of my biggest complaints that the other characters (usually the morally good ones) aren't shown to have any sort of reaction of the horrors they see. (it makes them feel less human and just like cardboard cutouts of people)

anyways yeah i rambled sjbfsjsdfs

#scorpio-karma #ada wong #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #ask heart #heart answers

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amhrosina · 10 months

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baby rosi i love when you do your ✨disappearing act✨ because it means youre brewing either the most delicious or most heartbreaking fics imaginable

LOL

right now i'm in the editing stage for the first few chapters of a new frank series i'm writing

i have the entire series mapped out in like multiple different documents all over the place and i honestly feel like that one picture of charlie from IASIP in front of the cork board with all the red string and he looks like he's on the verge of an absolute meltdown

i'd say it's the most accurate depiction of my headspace currently. i want to post the prologue and first chapter soon, but ideas for further development keep popping in my head at random times (i literally got out of the shower mid-shampoo the other day to write something in my notes) and i want it to be the best work i've ever published for some reason??? like i want to really really be proud of it, so i'm just making little polishes here and there and hoping they'll be ready to publish soon!!

i love you all and will be seeing y'all very soon!!! (i have the cover done, should i post it??? it's sad af but i love her sm)

#ask amhrosina #amhrosina update #frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x oc #amhrosina

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juddygirl · 2 years

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Deep fic writer asks: 4., 6., 18. & 19. 😊

Hey, thank you so much.

4. what fic of your own do you read for comfort?

Baby just Tease Me, Got no Family Plan. I love Maxiel with kids, and this fic is special to me. I've written this while mental struggling with work, It took all my energy to write this, and it's when @catalana33 just held my hand through it all.

I re-read it sometime, and more ideas come out. They are my comfort characters. But I also remember where I was (mentally) when I wrote this, and get to see how much better things are.

6. what's the hardest part of the writing process for you?

Google trad everywhere I know only in French, remembering the expression I once hear but know only half of it. But mostly not letting the voice in my head tell me that everything that I write is the fucking same.

Like really. Maybe I could turn it into a drinking bingo game. So I just write and then wait for the opinions of others.

18. Do you only write when you’re inspired, or do you try and sit down at specific times and write no matter what?

I write almost every day. It can be two or three lines or an entire chapter depending on how I'm inspired, or how much time I have, or how much focus I can have that day.

19. If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include?

I'm "planning" it, but A WWII fic, including most current drivers on the grid, some others who retired, what kind of job they would have, who would be evil, who would be cruel. A la Band of Brother, Or the Pacific, where each story intertwined. With obvious romance, Maxiel & Pierrales.

I would want to get it right and make it over 20 chapters. So it's on the back burner for now, because I want to do research and nail their personality, but also be accurate with history, I think Lewis would be one of Britain's best soldiers, but since he's black he wouldn't be held as heroes like other would.

So I'm letting it slowly brewing before I get to it.

That was so much fun. Thank you so much

#watercolor-hearts #ask #tags

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phantom-curve · 2 years

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I, N, X 💕

hi kira my dear-a!💖

I: How many fandoms have you written in? Do you have a favorite?

I think I've written for ...8 fandoms?? I did a lot of band fics as a teenager (for bands I didn't even listen to sometimes) so it's possible I'm missing a couple lol

jatp is definitely my favorite but Nancy Drew is a close second! mostly because as I got older I started to feel really uncomfortable with band fics/RPF in general and I stopped writing fanfics entirely until jatp got me back into it

N: Any fic ideas brewing that you'd care to share?

👀 ....maybe? I'm really trying to get myself to finish some of my current WIPs before adding anything else but I've had the lyric we've got incompatible star signs (I'm in love with you) from dover beach by baby queen playing on a loop in my head for two weeks now and I'm considering fleshing it out into a post-season 3 Nace fic that would focus on their mutual pining while Nancy tries to break the curse and Ace tries and fails to get over her

X: How would you categorize your fanfic reading? Are you a voracious reader? Do you carefully pick and choose? Something in between?

oof I'd probably describe my fanfic reading as a type of hyper fixation? I'll go through periods of time where I'm constantly reading fic, staying up all night and just like blazing through everything I can get my hands on and then I'll go months without reading a single fic, even fics that I want to read. it's like my brain doesn't have the space for it sometimes and I have to wait until some extra bookshelves get delivered to hold all the new stories.

send me a fanfic letter!

#thanks for the ask kira!#mads answers #ask games

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silverhairsimp · 2 years

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I Want What You Have

Kiribaku x Fem!Reader

a/n: Someone call the horny police because my ass was up at 6am writing this. I've had this idea of Bakugou walking in on Kiri's GF brewing in my head for awhile so I hope you enjoy!

CW: aged up characters/college au. smut, lots of it. Implied/desired somnophilia. Oral, f/m receiving. Anal. Double penetration. Cum play. Dom kiri, lowkey timid bakugou. Daddy kink for kiri. Use of pet names/nicknames: baby/baby girl/princess/babe.

Word Count: 5,816

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It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to be at the house. Being Kirishima’s girlfriend and all, it was a pretty typical occurrence to see you around.

Bakugou knew Kiri got home late last night but must have been far too deep into sleep to notice two sets of footsteps walking past his room. Which is fine, he should have expected you to be here for the long weekend.

What he didn’t expect was to open the door to his best friend's, and housemates, room to see your half naked body sprawled out on the big bed.

Kiri’s room was set up with his bed facing the door. The foot of the bed directly pointed right where Bakugou was standing in the doorway. He could hear water running from the bathroom just a few feet away from him, and from you. Kiri must be in the shower. But you…

You were still asleep, laying on your stomach, left leg hiked up over a pillow. Your right leg outstretched so your toes just barely hung off the edge of the bed. Your right arm underneath your pillow and your left on top of it, tucked right next to your face.

You were always in Kiri’s clothes and right now was no different. Shirt, sweats, hoodies, basketball shorts, you name it. Bakugou was so envious that his best friend had someone so perfect to wear all of his clothes. Someone like you wearing his clothes.

The shirt you were wearing was one of Kiri's favorites. He’d had it ever since his first year of high school. A plain, basic red t-shirt, but damn if you didn’t look fucking amazing in it. You always did. Your sweet boyfriend always made sure to tell you how beautiful you looked. Your boyfriend's best friend continued to make a mental note of everything he’d want to say to you. He was happy for Kirishima for finding someone like you to keep him happy and he’d never get in the way of that. But he wants what you guys have.

The shirt was big on you, and Bakugou was so thankful for that. The way the cotton fabric settled on your hip, bunched up perfectly above the upper half of your ass.

The sheets on the bed look disheveled, and if the clothes scattered on the floor weren’t enough of an indication of what happened in here overnight, maybe the cum still dripping out of your pussy was.

Usually you and Kirishima were loud in the bedroom. If it wasn’t your moans and his grunts, Bakugou could at least hear the mattress creaking and the frame knocking against the wall.

The sound of his best friend fucking you senseless usually ended up with him pressing his ear against the wall, fucking his fist to the sounds spilling from your throat. But not last night. Maybe he was just that tired. It had been a long week for him.

He was brought out of thought as he heard the water of the shower turn off. Only he couldn’t get himself to move. He couldn’t pull away from the sight of you. Your perfect pussy on display for him. Leaking his best friends cum. How the fuck did kiri leave you like that? If Bakugou woke up to this sight, he’d make sure to wake you up properly.

He’d spend his morning lingering kisses all along the bare skin of your back. Sinking his teeth softly into the fat of your ass. Slowly dragging his fingers through the mess he made the night before only to push it back in and hope there’s room for a fresh load to dump into you. Fingering you open for him again so you’d wake up to his cock pulsing inside of you.

Your usual morning stretch to wake yourself up would be replaced by the stretch of your tight cunt around his thick cock. He’d thrust into you slow and deep as your sleepy eyes began to flutter open. A groggy morning hum and an arch of your back as you try to push yourself up only to be met with Bakugou's chest, it would be everything he ever dreamed of. And that’s all it could be. A dream.

With Bakugou still standing in the middle of Kirishima’s room, the creaking of the bathroom door opening finally brought his gaze away from you.

“Oh, uh… morning Bakugou? Did you need something?” Kiri asks in a whisper, trying not to wake you. He’s got a towel wrapped around his waist and another one running through his hair to try and dry it off.

“Sorry, I um, eh hem, didn’t know y/n was here. I came in to ask if you wanted to go to the gym, but… yeah. Sorry.” Bakugou says with a pink blush dusting across his cheeks, almost embarrassed that he had been caught looking at you in such a state.

“Don’t be sorry, man,” Kiri says, stepping closer to his best friend, resting a large hand on his shoulder. “Quite a sight though, isn’t it?” Kiri smiles and wiggles his eyebrows up and down.

“Yeah Kiri, you’re one lucky bastard…” Bakugou’s eyes finally leave you to look at the door. Not wanting to put himself through anymore tourture knowing that he’ll never have someone like you. Or better yet, you.

Bakugou speaks again before turning to face the door, “’m gonna go then.”

“Hold up, Bakugou… I uh, um.. I see the way you look at her, ya know. We’ve talked about spicing things up in the bedroom too— ”

Bakugou turns around, meeting his best friend's gaze. A smirk plastered across Kirishima's face is contrasting to the shock across Bakugou’s. “Y-you can’t be serious?” He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the pounding in his chest at what he was just offered.

“Come on man, I am serious. So? Whataya say?” Kiri grins again as he brings Bakugou closer to the bed, slinging his arm heavily around his neck.

Bakugou feels like this is so wrong, you’re not even awake yet. He’s already had his fix at getting to look at you like this. He can’t even ask what you want, part of him wants to make sure and the other doesn’t care, he wants it so bad. He wants you so bad. He can hardly believe the offer and there’s not a bone in his body that wants to deny it.

“Fine, let’s do this.” Bakugou is now the one smirking at his best friend, and man, is he ready for what’s to come.

Kirishima cocks an eyebrow at the other man in the room and nods his head in your direction, silently telling Bakugou to follow his lead. So he does, shutting the bedroom door before following. Kiri has since discarded the towel he was using to dry his hair. The one around his waist still sits loosely on his hips as he takes his place next to you on the head of the bed.

He places a large, gentle hand on your head, smoothing your hair and whispering a soft “G’morning baby”, causing you to stir slightly. Not yet opening your eyes but moving enough to realize something is trying to wake up.

Kiri’s hand is still on your head, moving it in long, petting strokes against your hair. He leans back against the wall, speaking softly, turning to direct his words to Bakugou, “touch her.”

Bakugou looks at Kiri, his grin only grows wider waiting on his next movements. Bakugou climbs on the bed behind you. Calloused fingers gliding across your smooth skin. Bakugou sighs at the contrast, allowing himself to relax further into the touch. His hands move up higher. Pads of his fingers caressing your inner thigh, higher. Pulling on the fat of your lower ass. The tug of his fingers on your skin pulls open your lips, giving him a closer view of the thick cum still dripping out of you.

Bakugou moved his hand closer, pulling you apart with his forefinger and allowing his middle finger to slowly drag up your slit. His touch has you turning in your sleep, your eyes flutter open briefly. Catching a glimpse of Kiri looking down at you, a sweet smile spread across his face, seeing it made you smile as well and release a sigh of content.

You’re a little more awake and you roll over on your side, arms moving to wrap around kiri’s mid and lay your head against his lap. Your movement pulls Bakugou’s hand out of reach and pulls your shirt down to cover your lower half.

Kirishima looks at Bakugou, obvious disappointment spread across his face at the lost contact. So Kiri speaks again, this time it's directed at you.

“Hey. Baby girl, I have a surprise for you. Wanna open those pretty eyes for me?”

You let out a long, drawn out sigh, eyes still closed, “mmmm, what is it Ei?”

“Gotta sit up for me first baby. Wanna come sit in my lap?”

You giggle softly. Still not noticing Bakugou’s presence in the room. “Always know how to tempt me, huh Ei?”

You push yourself on your hands and knees, sticking your ass out as you move to situate yourself before moving your legs to straddle his lap. Your hands come up to his still damp hair. Tangling your fingers in his red locks.

You bring your lips to the spot right where his collarbone meets his neck, pecking the skin softly.

“So,”

Another soft peck on the column of his neck.

“What’s my surprise this morning?”

Another kiss to the base of his jaw under his ear.

“We picking up where we left off last night?”

Another kiss at the corner of his mouth.

“Or did I wear you out too much, hmm?”

Kiri laughs softly, but it’s sinful. His hands are on your hips, massaging your skin lightly, but his eyes are focused on something behind you.

“Ahh, something like that. But, just so you know,” he leans into you closer, whispering into your ear before tugging your lobe between his teeth, “you could never wear me out.”

You grab his jaw and pull him into an open mouthed kiss. Humming at the sensation of your tongues pushing against each other.

He pulls out of the kiss and his hands move down to firmly grip your ass. Spreading your cheeks apart, making sure Bakugou has a good view from where he’s still sitting on the bed.

“So, about that surprise,” Kiri starts, “remember when we said we wanted to spice things up? Try something new?”

God damn the way he looks at you. His words drip off his lips like sweet honey and he knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger.

You cock your head to the side and kiss his cheek, slowly starting to rock your hips in his lap as he continues to talk to you.

“What do you think about adding someone new?” Kiri looks from you to Bakugou. Your eyes light up at the offer.

“Babe… wait, you’re serious?”

“Turn around and see for yourself.”

You finally look over your shoulder to see Bakugou sitting on the bed. Cheeks flushed and shoulders hunched forward.

You turn back to Kiri, he can tell by your eyes you want to know if he’s serious. He gives you a reassuring nod, “serious as a heart attack—“ and you turn around to face Bakugou.

You get on your hands and knees again to crawl toward the blonde, now putting on a show for your boyfriend when you hear his voice from behind you. “Ya know baby girl, Bakugou walked in on you asleep this morning… Saw that pretty little pussy of yours still dripping from the mess I made last night. You gonna let him fill you up just like I did?”

“Mmm, I dunno Ei, you think he can handle that?”

Kirishima leans forward to place a harsh slap on your ass, making you jump and it’s sure going to leave a nice hand print.

Bakugou’s confident demeanor returns and he grabs you by your face. Fingers gripped loosely around your jaw as he speaks.

“I think the real question is can you handle it, princess?”

“Hmm, I like this side of you Kat, you should show it more often.” You say, bringing your face even closer. Lips just centimeters away from his.

“Why don’t you show Kat how good of a girl you are baby?”

“Yeah, come on princess, show me what ya got.” He nudges even closer, brushing his nose against yours.

“Careful what you wish for Kat, I might just make you eat those words.”

“I think Kat and I are both planning on eating something else babe.”

Instead of responding to your boyfriend, you let your actions speak for you. You close the little distance left between you two, pressing your lips to Bakugou’s. You grab the collar of his shirt, using it as leverage to pull yourself into his lap.

His head is spinning. Minutes ago he was staring at your sleeping body, daydreaming about all the things he’d wish he could do to you and now the opportunity has finally come. And he’d be damned if he let a single thing ruin it.

As aggressive and brash as Bakugou can be as a person, his touches were soft yet firm at the same time and he touched you with purpose. You knew he could break you if he wanted. He knew it too. But there was something about you that made him want to take his time memorizing every dip and curve of your body.

This is all too much, but at the same time not enough. He wants more. As you continue to rock yourself into him, he grabs your ass, just as Kiri had done earlier. Spreading you wide open and making a mental note at the gasp that leaves your throat, he eagerly swallows it and takes the opportunity to suck your tongue between his lips, only to bring his teeth back up to your bottom lip in a soft tug.

“Fuuuuck, you two are really going at it. Don’t be selfish now Kat. Y/n, why don’t you come sit in daddy’s lap and let Bakugou play with your perfect little pussy, hm?”

You pull away slightly, feeling the weight shift on the bed as Kiri situates himself in the middle of the mattress, still leaning against the wall, pulling the towel off his lower half. That little show you just put on has his cock aching and barely able to stand upright due to the sheer weight of it.

You flash Kirishima a quick glance of dismissal over your shoulder and bring your attention back to Bakugou. You continue your attack on his lips and you can hear a low growl come from your boyfriend and you feel the weight on the bed shift again. This time, you don’t turn around to look. Instead you feel a second set of hands on you.

The way Bakugou and Kiri are moving in tandem with one another makes you think they were made to share you. Working perfectly in sync. Bakugou lifts your hips slightly so Kiri can move his fingers to your bare cunt in his lap.

The familiar feeling of his thick fingers pushing into you floods your senses, along with an unfamiliar feeling of Bakugou grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head to the side, giving Kiri access to your neck as he starts to leave his mark on you. Sharp teeth digging into the soft skin in the crook of your neck makes you instinctively release a whine into Bakugou’s mouth.

With the hand that’s still on your hip, Bakugou starts to guide your hips further down onto Kiri’s fingers. The angle of his fingers inside of you and the way Bakugou pushes you into him has Kiri’s knuckles brushing up against the growing bulge in the blondes shorts. A quiet groan comes from his throat but you and Kiri are quick to notice. You pull away from Bakugou and lean back into Kiri’s lap. Your back on his chest and his fingers stay buried in you the entire time you move.

His hand comes off of your hips and out of your hair at the shift but you're quick to grab his hand again. Holding onto it as Kiri takes his original seat at the head of the bed, leaning against the wall with you in his lap now. He removes his fingers, which are dripping with slick.

He brings them up to your lips and you clean them with a content moan.

You lean your head against your boyfriend's broad chest, tongue still wrapped around his fingers. You pull Bakugou into you by the hand you were still holding onto, taking it and guiding it softly on your chest. Encouraging him to touch where and how he wanted. If your actions weren’t enough, Kiri made sure to tell him anyway.

“Come on Bakugou, touch her. She’s practically dripping for ya, isn’t that right baby?” His voice raspy against your skin, echoing in your ear.

Bakugou’s eyes flick down to your pussy then back up to you still sucking on his best friend's fingers. You remove Kiri’s fingers from your mouth with an audible pop! and turn your head toward Bakugou.

“Whatsamatter Kat? Ya nervous? Didn’t really peg you for the type.” You turn your face up to Kiri, grabbing his jaw with delicate fingers and bringing him into a kiss that’s all tongue. The way your mouth moves against his causes you both to release a sigh. “Mmm, why don’t you show him how it’s done, Ei.” More of a demand than a question.

“Heh, don’t mind if I do.” And he does. Kiri is grabbing you by the throat, forcing you to look at Bakugou by pushing his thumb into your jaw. His other hand ghosts over his shirt that covers your body. Pulling the fabric up over your chest, exposing all of you. Lowering his hand again, he draws one, two, three quick circles against your clit. Making your thighs twitch.

He quickly sinks two fingers back into you. Curling them up inside of you, and hitting that spot that makes your back arch and your eyes roll to the back of your head. While he picks up the pace of his fingers thrusting in and out of you, you drop your hand to rub your clit. Kiri is quick to force your face to look at him and pull his fingers out of you, slapping your hand away from continuing your movements.

“Come on baby girl, don’t be selfish. Think we should let Bakugou have a turn.”

His eyes are on his best friend again, “Come on Kat, you gonna make her wait all day?”

“Nah, shitty hair. I’m not.”

Finally, finally. Bakugou makes his move. His thumb moves to start rubbing soft circles over your clit. Expirimentally stroking your slit up and down with the tips of his fingers. You start to rock your hips against his hand, wanting to feel him deeper. Kiri is quick to move his legs to wrap around yours and hold your thighs wide open by your ankles.

Kirishima and Bakugou exchange a quick glance before Bakugou quickly shoves two fingers inside you. Making you jump in Kiri’s lap, the redhead releasing a deep groan as your ass bounces against his throbbing cock. Kiri’s fingers always filled you up perfectly, long and thick, hitting all the right spots. Bakugou’s were just almost as long as Kiri's, but thicker than you had ever paid attention to.

His fingers are pushing in and out of you at a ruthless pace. The veins in his forearms bulge at how hard he's working his fingers into your dripping cunt. Kirishima still has a hand on your throat, keeping you in place, forcing you to look at the mess his best friend is making between your legs.

His off hand comes down to rub messy circles around your clit. “She’s clenching around me, Ei. Faster, she’s gonna cum.” The blonde says, shoving his fingers deeper inside of you.

“Gonna cum for us baby? Why don’t you show Kat how good you are and squirt for us?” He pushes your head to the side, making room for himself so he can bring his mouth back to your skin, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and letting out a low growl. “Wanna cum all over Bakugou’s fingers, hm?”

You whine and try to move your hips even more. Bakugou is quick to move his off hand to keep your hips still and reposition himself to lay on his stomach, face right next to your pussy as he still fingers you open.

Kiri quickly swipes three of his fingers over your swollen bud before removing his hand to grip Bakugou's hair and pull his mouth to your overstimulated clit. Quickly sucking it between his lips.

Your entire body is shaking and you’re barely hanging on. Your orgasm is flooding over you. “Fuck! Nnngh, gonna cum! I’m – ah! Cumming!”

Your eyes squeezed tightly shut, while spurts of liquid cover Bakugou’s chin, never letting on the way his fingers fuck you through your high. Kirishima is in your ear, curses and praises falling from his lips at how provocative the sight in front of him is. Bakugou is earnestly lapping at your juices, drinking every last drop of your release.

When you finally come down from your high, vision refocusing as you blink the tears from your eyes, you feel Bakugou wipe his mouth on the inside of your thighs. Kirishima has released his hold on your throat and has been palming at your breast, rubbing his thumb over your stiffened peaked nipples.

“Such a good girl for us baby. You like it when daddy shares you with his friends?”

Your head is leaning against his chest as you nod and muster a soft “yes”.

“Wanna be a good girl and take me in your mouth with Kat behind you?”

The thought of being stuffed full with Kiri down your throat and Bakugou behind you has your body and mind reeling. And you want it.

You nod your head yes again, eyes shooting open as a second wind comes over you. You slip your shirt over your head completely. You move to grab at Bakugou’s shirt. Trying to strip the only clothed person in the room. He takes the hem in his own hands and tugs it over his head. Your hands pull at the waistband of his cotton sleep shorts, slipping one hand in to palm his length. Bakugou grabs the backside of his shorts and boxers, pulling them down around the taught muscle of his ass, setting his throbbing cock free.

You stroke him a few times, thumb pressing into his slit to spread the bead of pre around the flushed red tip. Your other hand reaches down to roll his balls in between your fingers just to get a reaction out of him. His length is impressive. Not as thick and heavy as Kiri, but long with forked veins you can’t wait to feel along your walls.

You turn back around to face Kiri, still holding Bakugou by his cock to pull him on the bed. You let go as soon as he sets his knees on the bed behind you. Leaning down onto your forearms, face in Kiri’s crotch, you stick your ass in the air and your tongue out to lick a long strip up your boyfriends length. You wrap your lips around the angry red tip and suck forcefully, earning yourself a long hiss from between Kiri’s teeth.

He brings a hand down to pull your hair out of the way and hold a fistful at the base of your head. “Fuck baby girl, always so good with that mouth of yours.”

You flutter your eyelashes up at Kiri, whose jaw is slack with pleasure as he watches his cock disappear down your throat. Too focused on doing everything you can with your mouth, you almost miss Bakugou dragging the tip of his cock through the slick between your lips. Using your previous release to lubricate himself before pushing inside of you.

The head catches on your still swollen clit which makes your hips jump forward instinctively. Bakugou then pushes himself inside of you, slow at first. And you were right. You can feel every ridge of the veins on his cock dragging against your insides.

“Shit princess, I dunno how yer still so tight when you take Eijiro’s cock every night.”

This earns a laugh from your boyfriend, who is now pushing your head down deeper on his length. You hum around him and soon Bakugou’s hips are snapping against yours. The loud sound of balls slapping against your clit fills the room.

The air becomes thick from the hot breaths and panting coming from the three of you. Bakugou has a death grip on your hips as he forces himself deeper into you each time. The force of him fucking into you has your body rocking, forcing Eijiro’s cock to hit the back of your throat. You’re desperate for air as the pace becomes too much, you’re so full from both ends and you can’t imagine what it would feel like to have both of them inside of you in a different way.

Kiri pulls you off of his length, looking down at your sweet face, saliva dripping down your chin, your cheeks stained with tears. To him, you’ve never looked prettier. Such a mess for him. He’s still got a hold on your hair when he pulls you up further. You prop yourself up onto the palms of your hands and his lips meet yours. He brings a hand up to wipe the new fallen tear off of your cheek.

Pulling away from your lips, Eijiro’s deep red iris’ bore into yours before he speaks. “Bakugou making you feel good baby girl?”

“Mmmm mhmm, s’good”

“Fuck her harder Kat. She can take it, can’tcha baby?” He coos as he rubs soothing circles around your cheekbone.

“Shit, ‘m not gonna last too much longer Ei, she’s clenching.”

“Ahhhaaa come on man, we’re not even close to being done.”

“Fuck, Eiji, ‘m gonna cum- gonna cum again.” you manage to breathe out in between Bakugou’s rough thrusts.

Your fluttering walls sucking him in deeper and deeper, you can feel his length start to twitch inside of you, hips starting to stutter.

You know his release is coming fast and you’re chasing your second as well. His hips are still smacking against your ass as you bring your hand down to rub your clit. Wrist flicking quickly as that coil comes closer and closer to snapping.

Kiri is holding your face in his hands as your eyes begin to squeeze shut and moans fall from your lips. “Fuck, cumming!”

“Shit, me too, ohh fuck!” Bakugou spills his seed inside of you with a grunt and continues to move his hips. Pushing his cum deeper as your second orgasm rushes through your body.

You drop your head down onto Kiri’s shoulder, Bakugou is quick to steady himself before collapsing completely on top of you.

Bakugou pulls out of you and you whine at the loss of feeling suddenly empty. Kiri, who is still painfully hard, pulls you flush into his chest again. Flipping you around before he settles you in his lap. Back against his chest, legs spread wide open for Bakugou.

“Doing so good for us baby, you think you can handle me and Kat inside at the same time?”

Your chest still heaving as you catch your breath, the blonde in the room doing the same. Although, you open your eyes and see that Bakugou is already hard again. Kiri wasn’t kidding when he said they weren’t close to being done.

Once your breathing steadies, Kiri drags his fingers through the slick between your legs. Dipping two fingers in your heat and pushing out the load Bakugou just filled you with. He brings his fingers up to your clit then back to your pussy. Gathering more cum on his fingers only to push it out and watch it drip down your ass.

A low voice breaks behind you, “Kat, come play with her clit again. It’s my turn.” the familiar growl sending chills down your spine.

Bakugou moves closer and starts playing with the far overstimulated bundle, pulling back the hood only to run the pad of his finger against it over and over again. Your body feels so spent already and you know you’ve got a long way to go.

The pressure on your clit is a good distraction for Kirishima’s thick fingers prodding at the tight ring of muscle. He works his two cum covered fingers into the opening, simultaneously kissing your neck to try and get you to relax.

Sinful moans escape your throat as you grind your hips down harder on the two pairs of hands working on your lower half. You bring one hand up to grope at your breast, the other reaching back to tug on Kirishima's hair.

“Shit princess, you into this? You like Kiri fingering that tight little asshole of yours open?”

“Mmm, yes Kat, so much. Feels so so good. Fuck Eiji, more please. I– “

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and a sharp gasp leaves your lips as soon as kiri shoves another finger inside of you. Curling them, trying to open you up further for him.

You can feel his hard cock pressing uncomfortably into your back. “You think you’re ready baby girl? Y’gonna let me and Kat in?”

You nod your head in compliance, looking over your shoulder at your boyfriend with big, pleading doe eyes. “Yes, wan’it so bad Ei.”

“You heard the lady, get over here Kat.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice shitty hair.”

Simultaneously you are stretched wider than you ever have been before. Bakugou pushing back into your already dripping core and Kirishima slowly opening your asshole. He’s pushing slowly inside, but Bakugou is quick with his thrusts. Your body rocking from his pace only to push Kiri in deeper.

Kiri reaches around to palm your chest with one hand, his other supporting underneath your thigh to keep you steady. Bakugou has one hand against the wall behind you and Kiri and the other is gently around your throat.

He slows his pace slightly as he brings his lips to yours. Kissing you with so much passion you feel heat bubbling in your core. Slow strokes inside of you and slow laps of his tongue against yours as Kiri finally bottoms out inside of you.

“Fuck, feels so fucking good.” Bakugou says into your mouth.

“Good thing we used that plug last night, gotcha all ready for this… You feelin’ as good as we are babe? Who are we kidding, I know you are. You love this, don’t you?” Kiri says, hips still as he is completely engulfed inside of you.

“‘ts so full, ah. So good. Fuck, move. Please.”

You really should be careful what you wish for because they are now both thrusting into you with so much force you’re seeing stars.

Your mouth open wide in a silent scream. If it was possible to get words out, you would be an incoherent, babbling mess.

The force of Kirishima and Bakugou thrusting into you almost becomes too much to handle. Their paces are relentless and matched, almost like they’re in a competition as to who can do it better, faster and harder. Fucking into you at the same time, a thin wall separating the two of them inside of you.

“Takin’ us so well princess. You really are a good girl aren’tcha?”

“You want me and Kat to fill you up at the same time baby girl? I think you do.”

“Shit! Too much, too much- ngh! Fuck!”

Their pace slows down just enough to where they can switch positions. Kiri opens his mouth briefly to tell Bakugou to lay down on his back and get you on top of him. They both slip out of you for just a few seconds. Bakugou now on his back, You’re straddling his hips as Kiri positions himself behind you. One knee on the bed in between Bakugou’s legs and the other propped up against the outside of your hip.

Both of them push back into you in one swift motion, this time their strokes offset one another. One pushing in as the other is coming out. Making sure you’re never left feeling empty.

Both of them are so deep inside of you that you can feel it in your stomach. The room is hot and heavy, your bodies are all slick with a thin layer of sweat. It feels so good to feel so full. Large hands on your body, sandwiched between their two large frames. Something you’ve always wanted and surely something Bakugou has dreamed of too.

With Kiri thrusting into you hard and fast, you feel another release coming. Bakugou doesn’t even need to keep a rhythm due to how hard Kiri is moving, rocking your body against Bakugou. Kiri’s heavy balls smacking against Bakugou's, the scene is so lewd but so hot.

“Shit baby, I'm gonna cum. Bakugou, you close man?”

“Yeah, ‘m close. Just keep going. Fuck! You got one more in you, princess? I think you do.”

Kiri grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling your back into a deeper arch, Bakugou snakes a hand down between your bodies to rub your clit again. Forcefully pushing his thumb against it. Your thighs are trembling at the pleasure coursing through every inch of your body.

As if the timing couldn’t be more perfect, all three of you reach your high at the same time. Bakugou and Kiri twitching inside of you as your releases run down your inner thighs.

Their softening cocks pull out of you at the same time. Kiri plants a loving smack to your ass and shakes the fat of it in his hand before letting go. You flop down onto the bed next to Bakugou and Kiri is quick to grab a towel from the bathroom.

Once the three of you are wiped down and resting on the bed, you find yourself sandwiched again between your boyfriend and his best friend yet again. You roll over, placing a hand across Kiri’s mid, reaching for Bakugou to do the same to you from behind. At the end of the day, Bakugou will admit that he'd never get tired of seeing you so spent and so full of his cum. Maybe he can convince his best friend, and you, to make this a regular occurrence.

Bakugou speaks up before sleep takes over your bodies. “We should all shower and get some rest. We have a long weekend and this is definitely happening again. This time, you’re gonna follow my lead, shitty hair.”

You smile into Kiri’s chest, loving the competitive dynamic they share, “Good luck with that man, I run shit in this relationship.” The two playfully scoff at one another.

Good Gods, what did you get yourself into?

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teyvattwriter · 2 years

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Participating in the Genshin Boys' Hobbies

❧ Anon asked: hey! could i request something fluffy with the genshin boys? it could be anything that you want to write or something youve written before that makes you happy, i just need smthn wholesome after the week i've been having, and i hope writing smthn nice can brighten your day too :,)

❧ Genre: fluff

❧ Includes: Childe, Zhongli, Thoma

❧ Warnings: physical fighting in Childe’s

❧ A/N: I’m sorry you’re not having a good week, friend :c I hope this fluff will make you feel a bit better! I actually got this idea after doing Thoma’s hangout

~※ Main Masterlist ※~

Now while it may not exactly be considered a hobby, Childe always said his favorite hobby was fighting — specifically training to get better in a real battle. He loved a good sparring match with someone that could keep up with him (but he usually settled for sparring with some new Fatui recruits since it was hard for him to find someone at his level).

You watched as Childe practice fighting against a training dummy. You could tell he wasn’t getting his desired effect from this “fight” seeing as his opponent wasn’t a real person. You hopped off your seat and approached the man. You picked up one of the training swords off the rack as you walked towards him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he teased

“I’m here to spar with you,” you puffed out your chest, “I challenge you to a duel!”

“Are you sure about that, baby?” he chuckled, “I don’t think you could even hurt a fly.”

“How dare you underestimate me! I’ll have you know I’m quite strong.”

“I’m more than willing to spar with you, baby,” he smirked, “I’ll even go easy on ya to make it fair.”

“Don’t you dare go easy on me! I want this to be an honest fight!”

Childe, of course, went easy on you. He had no intentions of actually hurting you while sparring. You did come out of this with a couple scrapes however but Childe was kind enough to patch you up afterwards, kissing each bandaged up cut reminding you how much he loved and cared for you.

The sun shined down lightly grazing your skin. The sounds of people bustling through the streets echoed up to where you and Zhongli sat at the Heyu Tea House. Zhongli was more preoccupied with the book in his hand rather than the sounds around you.

You took a sip of the freshly brewed tea sitting in front of you both. The warmth of the liquid made you hum in delight. You peeked over at the book in Zhongli’s hand curious as to what he’d gotten at the book shop earlier that day. He noticed your staring (it was hard not to notice with the way your neck was extended out to try and get a good look at what he was reading).

“Are you trying to read over my shoulder?” he chuckled

“No...maybe...yes,” you admitted, “I was just curious about what you were reading.”

“I’m not sure how interested you would be in this, love,” he showed you the cover, “It’s an in depth history on some rare gemstones and minerals found in Liyue.”

“I think that sounds rather interesting.”

Zhongli quirked an eyebrow up at you. In all the times he’s known you, you’d never once shown an interest in anything geological — not that he was complaining about your sudden intrige in the subject. It was nice to see you interested in the things he was fond of.

“Would you read to me?” you asked

“You’d like me to read this to you?”

You nodded. He thought about it for a moment before moving his chair a bit closer to yours. You rested your head on his shoulder as he started reading. His deep voice flowed into your ears and lulled you into a relaxed state. You could’ve fallen asleep right there but you were actually getting interested in the book he was reading and wanted to learn more about these rare gems and minerals.

You sat beside Thoma on the couch all cuddled up underneath a heavy blanket. The cold winds hit the side of your home and got through the small cracks of your windows. The fire roared in front of the two of you keeping you warm and making the living room very well lit. You looked over at Thoma who was very engrossed with his latest knitting project.

“Hey,” you gently tapped his arm, “Lemme see.”

Thoma stopped and held up the back half of a sweater he was working on. You ran your fingers over the perfectly knit stitches in awe at how he could so easily whip something this well made.

“It looks so good!” you praised

“You’re too sweet,” he replied with a blush

“I’m serious! You never fail to amaze me with your extensive amount of skills.”

Thoma mumbled out a “thank you” while trying not to show you how red his face was becoming from your compliments. You continued to run your fingertips over his work; the soft yarn and bumpy texture of the stitches felt so nice.

“Can you teach me?”

“You want me to teach you to knit?” he asked with a smile

“Yeah! It looks fun and I wanna make something too.”

Thoma burst into a big grin. Of course, he’d teach you! He was secretly hoping you’d ask him so the two of you could have your own little activity to do together when you were both home on days like this.

He adjusted himself and you so that you were sitting between his legs with your back against his chest. He gave you the knitting needles to hold, his hands on top of yours. He moved your hands as he showed you how to do your first stitch. The rest of your night was spent in Thoma’s arms as he showed you how to make your first sweater.

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skiyoosmi · 3 years

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to the stars above | z.

featuring. zhongli (genshin impact)

genre. fluff, angst, smut, ancient-liyue!au

word count. 5.4k

marga's notes. aAAAa look look, it's my first commission!! school has kept me really occupied for like the past month but after pulling a few all-nighters, i've finally finished my responsibilities along with this little baby! once again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you to my bubs @ramannnn for trusting me with this one <33

Nobody knows when the world began, how it came to be and why it continues to be. Even I, whose mind is filled with nothing but wonder for it, have no idea. One thing I am quite sure of... is how mine did.

It all started with him— a man of many titles, different identities yet at the end of the day, all these monikers are the same; it's all him. He adored Liyue more than anything else, knew it like the back of his hand. He went where the winds lead him, stayed where the moon shines upon him, stood where the golden sun kissed his skin. He found serenity in the walks he travels as he goes about his day, the sceneries his eyes take in and the calm sounds the nature resonates for him. And as if it was fate decided upon by the Celestia, it led him to me. Suddenly, my little world that used to be nothing became everything... quickly and all at once.

An exasperated sigh escapes from my lips, frustration and disappointment filling my whole being as I stare at the blank parchment paper I held in my hands. Another day was again wasted with no progress, I thought, mentally beating myself up for not being productive enough. Before I could further drown myself into such pessimistic ideas, I snap out of it and let my eyes cherish the view that lies ahead of me. Though I feel a little guilty for taking Vermeer's place, I can only whisper an apology with little to no sincerity. Because truly, nothing can beat the picturesque landscape of Luhua Pool— the crystal clear waters that would most probably reflect my face like a mirror if I were to ever look at it, the ruins that ignited the spark of curiosity within me, wondering about the pasts it holds and the stillness and feeling of peace it gives me as I sit in this cliff. Feeling somewhat a bit better, I place my things on top of the old bag I bring no matter where I go. There's always a better day for writing, I tell myself as a form of consolation, bringing my slim arms up to begin stretching. I've been sitting on this log for quite a long time now, after all.

"It seems like you are in a bit of a dilemma," a deep voice comments from behind me. Out of surprise, I lightly jump and turn my head towards the stranger. Right at that moment, it felt as if all the air circulating inside my body had been depleted. Captivating was an understatement as to how he appeared before me. With the sunlight striking his face and accenting his unique features further, he stood with his hands behind him, head tilted as he looked at me with interest, all while keeping his dignified posture.

"Oh, hello. I am afraid so, yes," I respond, or rather, mutter under my breath since I was not really used to having sudden encounters with other people, nor am I fond of it. I tend to keep to myself, finding it much more peaceful than having to tend to others' overbearing expectations and demands which is partly the reason why I chose to live in the outskirts, far from the center of Liyue that contrasts my comfortable abode, "I apologize. I failed to realize that somebody other than Vermeer liked to stay here," I told him, arching my eyebrows a little when he let out a breathy chuckle.

"Oh, you have no need for such formal apologies. I do not always go here, at least probably not as often as the man you call Vermeer. I was simply taking a walk and I think I got carried away by Liyue's view and eventually, my feet led me here," he explains, a hint of sheepishness present in his tone, "and I guess I'll have to thank my feet for that."

Because it led me to you, interesting one. For many years, it will remain unspoken, kept by the strange man to himself and unveiled once his heart gives up from the resistance he upholds.

For the following hours of lounging around Luhua Pool, I learned a lot about the stranger— he calls himself "Morax," and like the god of Liyue, he enjoyed history and is extremely knowledgeable about it, aspiring to know and understand everything of the world, he often brews tea, even going as far as inviting me once I am free from any form of work. Just as he shared facts about himself, I did too.

"So, Cheng, you said you have a bit of a dilemma?" he inquires, slightly angling his head towards the direction of the side I'm sitting on. I nod my head up and down, mouth forming into a small pout of disappointment as I remember that today has not been that progressive.

"Yes. I am trying to write a novel, you see. Something that will leave an impact on this world so that even if I may pass, I will still live on the memories of people," I tell him, an ambitious expression present on my face. He hums, eyes going over the terraces that make up the current view we have and the two huge statues standing by the ruins, "Why so?"

I pause for a moment to think of a reply, "I guess I just do not want to let someone alone in this cold world. Wouldn't that be too cruel and sad, to just leave them with nothing?"

If I'm able to write words that will provide comfort to my readers, then maybe... just maybe the world will be less lonely... even for just a little bit. At least, that's what I thought as silence consumed us, the sun setting as if to remind us that finally, another day is nearing its end. Now, what will tomorrow bring?

"Well then, I do hope I will be able to read at least some of your works at least once," he speaks as he stands up, lightly dusting away his clothes, "It certainly has been a pleasure to be your company, Cheng."

As he walks down the slope of the hill, his somewhat broad back facing me, I call out, "Will you be back?"

He stops and turns, a soft smile is plastered on his face as he responds, "Only time will tell."

But time was no friend of mine. At least that's what I have come to realize as many days passed without him returning to this place. Though maybe it's only because it almost felt as if time slowed down and I was only eager to see him again, something I have scolded myself to— what a fragile heart do I have to already seek a stranger's presence? That is what others call love at first sight, a devilish portion of my mind whispered cheekily within me and I gasped in disbelief, "Absolutely not," I lightly slap both of my cheeks, "I'm just too coped up in my own world. I probably need to go see more people."

That thought remains a simple yearning though because once again, I find myself lounging around the same spot in Luhua, a quiet hope ignited within me, fulfilled when I hear the familiar voice he adorns as he speaks, "You're here."

I release a sound that is between a giggle and a breathy chuckle, "And I see your feet had led you here once more?"

"They were curious, or should I say... I was," he explains as he takes a seat beside me, his posture remaining solid despite the uncomfortable position.

"Of what?" I ask.

"Of you," he simply replies, unaware of the sudden yet unsurprising effect it had on my heart that was already beating rapidly with just his mere presence. I try not to be so showy of it though, too embarrassed to even think of how fast I became fond of him.

But it was no wonder. After all, he himself was an interesting one; from the way he carries himself, the way he speaks, and the way he's just him... all and every action hold so much dignity that it just leaves me almost breathless and in awe every single time my eyes finds their way to his figure— and to think that this was just our second meeting? My mother would most probably let out the most shameless giggle as I tell her these thoughts, pushing me and teasing me like a normal person in their teens would. I shake my head to get out of these thoughts, listening to Morax as he tells another wonderful tale, almost making me think that he lived it himself with how he knew it, going over even with the smallest details.

"You know, Morax, you have such a good memory to remember all of those things despite simply hearing about it," I suddenly speak up in the midst of the silence that engulfed us while he tries to think of the next story to tell, "I hope I can stay in them too... in your memories, I mean. I know I am far from being the most interesting person but for some reason, I wish for that."

He pauses, eyes trailing slowly towards me, beyond my knowledge, before he lets out a somber smile. You already are, is another one of him that becomes an afterthought.

I heaved out a sigh before shaking my head again, "Ah! Why do I keep having such lonely thoughts? Forget about that. Please do not mind me, alright? I think I really need to stop being stuck in the mountains."

I pick up my small bag and shuffle inside it, letting out a quiet sound of 'aha!' as a sort of celebration when I successfully got a small book out, "Here."

He blinked his eyes in confusion, wondering what it was I handed to him so I spoke in delight, "You told me you wanted to read at least one of my works so, here. I am warning you though, it is not like the ones that sell best in the bookstores. It might bore you, or weird you out like what others say."

"What others say?"

"They say it's too unrealistic, too impossible... but I believe otherwise. We live in a world where gods and adepti watch over us. What makes my story impossible then?" I ponder, him still being confused.

"What is it about anyway?" He asks, having no idea of what the context my book had.

"It's about an archon who began living as a simple man in Liyue."

Our meetings became more frequent after that and eventually, we got comfortable with even just the presence of each other, having no need for long talks and such, but just peace. Today, like any other day, Morax was just reading the book I gave him, while I was thinking of what my next story would be about. Occasionally, he looks at me with an odd expression that is almost equivalent to astonishment, as if I have done something so great that it made him look at me that way.

"What made you think of this plot?" he asks all of a sudden, not forgetting to put a piece of paper that served as a bookmark on the page where he stopped just in case he accidentally closed it.

I hum, thinking about my answer to his question, "Hmm. Truth to be told, it was just a mere wonder for me. Archons and the adepti, although not entirely immortal, live so much longer than an average human does, watching over us as we go about our daily lives, waiting for sudden wars to break out and then fight the enemies that attack us. Growing up, those were the things that all the people around me told me. So I began to wonder, do they ever get tired? Is it not too taxing to keep on doing that? What if... they just lived with us, among the crowds? Because I think it is too lonely wherever they are. Would it not be better if they were with us, rather than above us, so they could at least have memories to live by?"

Morax does not give a response, or rather, he finds it difficult to find one. Still, it does not stop the affection that spreads within him. He does not say it out loud, but for someone who prefers to be alone, Cheng was full of empathy. And somehow, that did wonders to Morax's heart.

"Now that I think about it, I kind of actually want to address my books to them now," I hum once more, "It would be like a message for them: Do not be too lonely even if we pass. Because of your help, through these stories, we can show you that we lived a good life."

I huff as soon as I finish my sentence, "Although one of those who read it said that was impossible, because according to them, why would archons give up their power to live a life where there is only simplicity?"

Morax let out a sound that made it look as if he got offended himself, "Archons can do that, can they not?"

"I know! That was what I was saying to them. Anyway, I am not forcing them to like what I wrote. It's just a story, after all. It can do no harm," I shrug, beginning to fix my belongings as the sun began to set, "I should go now, Morax. It is still quite a long walk to my home."

"I want to live a good life too," he suddenly tells me, making me halt and turn to him in confusion, "With you. The good life and memories you shall tell in your stories, can I be part of them too?"

The universe does not stop for anyone, nor does time— science will consistently proclaim this fact matter what timeline we shall live in. No matter how much someone begs to the Celestia to grant their wish of controlling, or stopping time, no one will be able to do such things. But somehow, it seems like when it comes to him, everything is possible as I feel my world stop at his words, just like the way it also began when I met him. And as if planets were colliding with each other, I suddenly felt my heart crash upon him and as if out of instinct, I let go of the truth.

"Of course. It would be the greatest thing to have you."

Life was strange in its own way. That is what I have come to realize in this simple life of mine.

Despite the fact that the "me" of the previous year has never even thought about putting my whole being on my sleeve, it is pleasingly odd how right now, I find myself in this kind of situation with the man who swept me right under my feet and claimed my heart as his.

“You're cold," I whisper amidst the silence of the night in my abode, my index tracing the ears of the man who had me sitting right on his lap, the shorter strands of his silky hair tucked behind them. So, so alluring.

He takes hold of my wrist, planting a soft kiss on its side, all while maintaining eye contact as he quietly drawls, "Then I suppose you can keep me warm tonight. Will you?"

As if in a trance, I nod my head, letting him take the lead as he laid me down, back against the soft mattress, him following on top with his arms supporting his build. With arising confidence, I circle my arms around him and pull him down, bringing our lips together, a sigh of relief escaping both of our mouths as if to say, "Finally."

I wonder if he thinks the same way as I do— that this was Celestia in its own way. I felt like I could do anything as long as it was with him. The kiss felt like the power we once suppressed from each other became a supernova that changed our world's course all of a sudden. But despite the tension and heat we both emitted at the moment, there is a warmth that engulfs me the same time he fully wraps his arms around me.

I am here. I will always be here.

No noise disturbs the peace we have created, only the quiet sound of crickets reach our ears but even that fails to distract him from what he's doing. He gently tugs on the sash that keeps my coat tied. Nimble fingers explore the remains of my clothing, loosening all until I am set free from them.

His eyes raked over my body, an expression of awe plastered on his face for so long that it made me somewhat conscious. Because as he unravels his to me, I am enlightened by the fact that my figure is nothing worth comparing to his — not even close. A hint of sweat glints from his skin due to the moonlight, making him look even more ethereal. But who was I to complain?

So instead, I look down, fiddling a little with my fingers as I feel my cheeks heat up. How is it that I only realize now what kind of situation we are currently in? Before I further drown in such shameless thoughts, he lifts my head up by the chin, an amused look on his usually-gentle face, "Are you feeling shy, beloved?"

I meekly nodded, to which he lets out a soft laugh and whispers, "Don't be. You are the epitome of beauty itself. If you don't believe me, allow me to show you nothing but truth tonight, I swear under the moon and all these stars."

He dips down and captures my lips in a kiss once again with more passion, if it was still even possible.

"You are made for me, as I'm made for you," he proclaims as he thrusts inside me after minutes of preparation, soft pants and groans following his statements. I can only whimper in response, pain evident in my tone at first with my hands lightly clawing at his back. I pray to the heavens above that they don't leave awful marks after this.

He halts and utters an apology, thumb caressing the bone of my cheeks while he waits for me to adjust. He scans my face after a few seconds, relief flashing in his eyes when I nod for him to continue.

"I... b..." I try to speak out but the pleasure overwrites any sensical thought that goes through my mind. He slows down a little, looking over my face and smiles, urging me to talk.

"Stay with me, beloved. We still have all night," he tells me, encouraging me to voice what has been on my mind.

"I... I belong to you, always have and always will..." I manage to croak out, voice quite hoarse due to the sounds that I let out previously. Perhaps pleased with what I have proclaimed, he begins going even deeper and at the same moment, I begin falling deeper.

"Yes, yes, you do," he repeats like a mantra, his voice sounding more and more desperate to reach his high. I cry out with him, creating a harmony that even the best bards shall be ashamed.

It was a long night— the longest yet most beautiful night I have ever had in this simple life of mine. And in that moment, as we reach the stars together, I knew right there and then that this man is someone who will be etched in my heart for as long as I live, deep into its roots— for him, it shall beat and it shall love.

You, who are reading this, most probably have had enough of these teeth-rotting praises I kept on writing. But what can I do except to apologize? These words are the only ones that can flow out of my mind and mouth to show how magnificent it was to be loved by him.

Well, nothing significant really changed. He was still the same gentleman I met, if anything, more gentle. Just like in the beginning, he made my heart flutter every chance he gets, no matter how many years have already passed.

We built a dynasty together.

But maybe I should have known that ours were also bound to crumble like the ones that have long existed even way before us.

Days, months and years went on, I realized that he was actually the opposite of me— unlike me who was clearly not parallel with time, he held it right on the palms of his hand. I was not blind, nor was I a fool, I can clearly see how he looks like he has not aged a day, all while I was here, maturing more and more each second that passed by, the amount of signs of me aging increasing significantly.

Morax. Knowledgeable of history as if he lived it himself. Time. All these thoughts eventually congest my mind as realization dawns upon me. He was not merely a man named after the god himself— Morax was him, he was Morax.

"How appalling," I mutter with a hint of sadness and dismay in my tone. I stood in front of the mirror, fingers hovering over my face, wrinkles appearing as I scrunch it. A pair of firm arms snake its way around my lean waist, chin resting on one of my shoulders as he hums his words, "What has got your beautiful mind occupied, my beloved?"

Taking hold of his arms, I turn my body around to face him, a somewhat melancholic smile etched on my face as I look up at his much taller frame, "You are a sight to behold, even to this day." He arches one eyebrow out of amusement and curiosity, wondering why I suddenly started pouring him compliments. After all, my shyness prevents me from consistently doing so. Nonetheless, I continue speaking, "I wish... I could be with you even when everything changes into a whole new world."

I lifted a hand up to cup his cheeks and began rubbing it lovingly, a lone tear finally dropping from my eye as soon as I closed it, "but I cannot, I do not have the ability to do so... I am but a mere mortal, after all."

His eyes widen as he finally discerns my actions and concerns, immediately opening his mouth in hopes of consoling me but I beat him into speaking, "It's alright, Morax. I have been putting the pieces together for a while now. I am in no way angry. I just..." I pause, gulping hard before my lips start to quiver, "... I cannot imagine how lonely it must have been. And now... I think about it and I... I do not want to leave you alone again."

My cries eventually start becoming louder, something that is very new to the both of us, seeing as I have always been composed. Love can change a person into a whole new being. I remember a book I have read once and at the moment, I can only agree. Maybe it was the way my heart clenches at the mere thought of him walking alone, or the way I can imagine us taking our last breaths together yet I know that will never happen— but either way, it was painful.

He whispers sweet nothings to my ears, placing light kisses on my temple as he leads us to the bedroom to rest once my tears have finally ceased and I have calmed down. His hold on me gets tighter every time I let out a small hiccup due to crying, almost as if he was telling me that he was feeling the same pain as I was.

Hours pass by as we lay in silence. My tears have long dried up but we remain coped up in each other's arms.

"Would it not be interesting if you bear the name Zhongli?" I ask him in a somewhat croaky voice.

He peers down and tilts his head, "Now where did that thought come from?"

I shrug, or at least try to, and look up at the ceiling as we shift our positions to lay on our back, hands finding one another and intertwining, "Hmm... nowhere. Just a name I wanted to give you in case that you are needing a new one."

"Oh? How come it would be interesting then?"

I look at him with a comforting yet sad smile.

"Because it means it's time to leave, to go somewhere far away... and unfortunately, I will have to leave soon."

He furrowed his eyebrows together, "Do not say that. Who knows? Maybe you will be able to live a hundred years by my side. Besides, I think it sounds lonely. I do not think I would want to get reminded of the fact that you are not here with me."

I hum, "But if you bear the name I gave you, wouldn't it feel like I never went away? That no matter where your feet take you, no matter how far you go, I am and will always be with you, just as I have vowed."

The wooden door leading to my writing room slowly slides open and Morax's head peers in, an adorable smile plastered on his face, "You have been quite busy these days, beloved. I do not wish to disturb you but I am starting to long for your presence."

I let out a shameless giggle, "Alright, alright. Just let me write down a few more words while I still have ideas to input."

He peeks on the parchment paper out of curiosity, taken aback when he finds his name on it, "You are writing about us?"

I nod proudly, "My last piece."

"... But why?"

I smile and approach him, taking his hand and placing my forehead against his after he lowers his head down to my level, "I told you, did I not? I do not wish to leave the person I love with nothing. So that you will not be lonely, my words will be with you. I will be with you, always..."

"... and to tell the gods... to tell you, that I loved every second of my life with you— that it was, indeed, a good life."

"Who are you, young man? Are you my son?" I speak with a very hoarse voice, squinting my eyes at the figure in front of me, as if my poor vision will allow me to do that.

I hear a melancholic yet gentle sigh come from him before he takes my rough hands and looks afar, "Don't mind me. I'm just someone who vowed to be with you for as long as time lets us."

"Oh.... really? That’s quite endearing," I hum, "Well, may I know your name?"

"This… I think I may just have an idea to whom this book is for," Paimon trails off, looking over at the traveler who was in the same trance as her, "Paimon thinks we should let the strange person we saw a while ago give this directly to Zhongli!"

Lumine nods, turning around and starting to run towards the direction they were at previously, recalling the person named Cheng who gave them the novel they just finished reading. They were unique, dressed in layers of robes and it was almost as if they lived in the old times of Liyue. Even the way they talked and moved screamed ancient.

Just as they turned the corner, a woman near the Liuli Pavilion called them over, "Traveler! Here!" As they approach, Lumine cranes her neck to look around the area but to no avail, the strange person was long gone.

"Are you two alright?" the woman asks, much to their confusion, "I saw you talking to literal air awhile ago and I was worried you have eaten something strange."

The pair looks at each other in surprise before Paimon replies, "You didn't see anyone? Like a person dressed in the strangest attire? They dressed really anciently!"

The door of the Liuli Pavilion opens and there goes Zhongli, a calm expression morphing to an awkward one when he realizes he barged into an ongoing conversation. He apologizes for the disturbance and despite the curiosity he had upon overhearing bits of Paimon's statements, he starts his walk back to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. At least not until he hears Paimon call his name, "Zhongli! Wait! A person named Cheng. Do you know them?"

He abruptly stops and turns to the two, eyes wide for a second before it returns to his usual demeanor, "How... how do you know of them?"

"We met them," Paimon says, as if it was the simplest thing to do, "Well, honestly, we don't know because we were apparently speaking to nothing but air! It's so odd!"

He stays still, honestly having no idea of what response he should give them because he himself found it hard to believe.

"Well anyway, they asked us to give you this nov— wait, where is it? It was just in your hands a while ago, Traveler!"

In the midst of the loud chaos made by the two in the middle of Liyue, he thinks he knows what to do and where to go now.

It was the day of the Rite of Parting, an event where he's supposed to be taking part of, even just a part of the audience. But he finds himself hanging around the Wanwen Bookhouse, eyes scanning the shelves until it stops at a familiar name engraved on the cover of a book.

"Oh! Greetings, Mr. Zhongli! I see you took a liking to a very great and romantic novel," Jifang comments as she sees the book in his hands.

He looks at her, "Is it really great?"

She gasps in delight, "Yes, indeed! Almost all of the Liyue folks have enjoyed this story! You can say it is a classic, especially for readers! Cheng definitely outdid themselves with this one! Such a mysterious person yet equally amazing. Imagine? Being able to make such a beautiful love story with Morax? They don’t mention the present name they gave Morax though, such a shame. Maybe it was due to old age, they wrote it until the last moments of their life after all. Anyway, I have to get back to work but enjoy reading that masterpiece!"

He feels his heart swell in pride upon knowing his lover had his wish come true. His nimble fingers carefully open the pages of the book and hours later, as he sat inside the Funeral Parlor after taking the novel home, he finds himself absorbing each and every word Cheng have written, the loneliness sitting idly inside him subsiding little by little.

I found solace in the countless cups of tea you brew whenever I encounter distress with my works, the endless stories you tell with a smile so beautiful that not even the most heavenly scenery can vanquish, but most of them all, the feeling of your hand intertwining with mine, providing me with serenity no one else has ever done before. Under the moonlit night of Liyue, I remember your wistful amber eyes, staring deep into my soul as you proclaim your love and desire for me. How foolish was it of me to think that I could live this life without even experiencing such warmth and intimacy?

It is a banality, really — how I wish to become a well-known writer with unique tales and yet the story I am telling is something so common to folks that they have most probably heard similar ones before. But I guess this is what it means to love and to be loved. Everything is like a cycle that just keeps on being repeated, yet we never get tired of it, of the feelings it brings. So, thank you, Morax. Words will never be sufficient to show how grateful I am to you for showing me a whole new world but I suppose this is still a way for me to give back to you.

With this little book of mine, I hope my heart reaches yours regardless of how many eras may have passed before and after us. So, my beloved, do not be too lonely without me. Even if you find yourself longing for my presence, just open this and my heart shall be with you.

This belongs to you, it always will.

And I do, as well.

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Take me to church (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Dark Priest Bucky Barnes x Singer Female Reader

Summary: In Modern Russia, James Buchanan Barnes is the Priest of the Catholic Church. He has a great life.

However, there is something in him. A darkness.

And once he meets you, an opera singer at the Bolshoi Opera House, that darkness ferments and grows.

But James doesn't mind corrupting you. Or him.

Not at all.

Chapter Warnings: This story takes place in modern Russia. Heavy discussions and allusions to religion are also in this story. Mentions of a past male predator, as well as past male predatory behavior, are discussed. As well as the male predator in question having an improper power imbalance/dynamic with his victims. And because of the past male predatory behavior, there is also mention of religious trauma. This fic also contains a Dark!Priest!Bucky. And, if any will be asking, yes, implied/referenced murder. If you get it, you get it.

I think that should cover all of my bases as far as the content warnings go for this chapter, but if I missed any, please let me know down below!

Italics are for Russian. As this is modern Russia, I've switched out some names to make the story a little bit more accurate. Or, as accurate as I can possibly be. Instead of Natasha, she'll be known as Natalia. And instead of Alexander Pierce being spelled like Alexander, he'll be known as Aleksandr.

Additional Notes: Wooof, this had been living rent-free in my head for the last couple of days. I wanted to have all of this mostly prewritten out, as this is officially my first Christmas Special ever! So a Happy Holidays to you all!

This story couldn't be here without the love and support of the lovely soundboard that is @lizzygal, who often encourages these crazy ideas I have brewing. A huge thank you for your enormous help! This baby couldn't have been born without your helpful suggestions.

I would also like to add that even though Priest!Bucky is Catholic in this story, I am not Catholic myself or religious, so there will be some inaccurate things in here. So, I apologize in advance if anything seems out of the ordinary.

If you'd like to read this on my AO3, you can read it here.

Word Count: 6,648

“Hey! Are you going to get drinks with us tonight?”

You balanced your phone in between your ear and your neck as you craned your neck, to support your phone. Hastily putting on your shoes, you grabbed a hold of your phone again.

Smoothing over your clothes again, you checked to make sure your makeup still looked good. You had woken up after hitting your snooze button, and in a haste, had gotten ready.

Your boss wasn’t a very nice person when it came to tardiness.

Especially considering you worked at the Opera. You were going to need to get a coffee. Almond milk, no sugar. As a performer, you were not allowed any dairy or sugar. You rehearsed your lines daily and made sure to get lots and lots of rest. You drank some hot water with lemon when you had woken up this morning, and it was a very nice pick me up.

A certain little whimper caught your attention.

“C’m here Star, gonna let me feed you before I go, baby?” You were using your baby voice. Your Chihuahua just ran up to you, jumping to scratch at your jeans. You started to laugh.

“Okay, okay, okay! I gotchu. I get it. Hold on.” Star followed you to the little pantry where you kept her dog food, the blonde-furred dog wagging her tail happily as she heard the bag open. Excitedly, she ran over and watched with wide eyes as you got her food.

“… You still there?”

Oh shit.

“Yeah, yeah Darc- I’m still here. What were you saying about drinks on Saturday?” Your response made your friend snort as you poured food into Star’s dog bowl. She went to town, chowing down as you continued to talk to Darcy over the phone. Plopping the measuring cup into her dog food bag, you sealed it back up.

“Are you going?” Darcy Lewis sounded amused as you ran to the front door of your apartment.

“Be good for me while I’m gone, okay baby?” You patted Star’s head. She whined. “I don’t know if I’ll go have drinks tonight, Darcy. I mean, I went last week. You know I still have to go to church next month on Saturday when we usually go for drinks… because of my brother. I need to pick his daughter up from church. She’s got Christmas song rehearsals.”

“Oh!” Darcy sounded delighted. “Cassie, right? Scott’s kid?”

“Yeah.”

After your dad had remarried, Scott Lang had been one of his kids. You liked Scott very much. He was very much a jokester. After he had gotten out of jail, you had helped him get back onto his feet. Now, he was in a relationship with Hope Van Dyke, co-parenting Cassie with his ex-wife. She was a singer at the Bolshoi Opera House, and you were her understudy for the production of Faust.

“Oooh! Then you can see the priest! Oh my god, I saw him at Sunday Mass, and oh my god, if he weren’t a priest-” You stopped Darcy’s gushings as you unlocked your front door, only to close it and lock it. You made a noise deep in your throat.

“That’s the frigging priest you’re talking about, Darc. I don’t need to know what he looks like, okay? I don’t need to know what he looks like while he’s in his robes. Or worse, when he’s out of them.” You couldn’t help but shudder at the thought.

Because yes, you had seen pictures of the priest He was certainly attractive. Chestnut-brown hair that went down to his shoulders, blue eyes, a strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, and not to mention his beard- he was practically a walking wet dream. Not to mention he was very muscular and broad. You had only seen pictures of him on the Internet and Google. Never in person. When you moved out of your mother’s home after you had graduated from high school, you swore to yourself that you would never attend another church.

Especially the church that the current priest now did Sunday Mass in. Just the thought of it made you terrified. It made you feel sick.

“Do you think he’s packing?” Darcy’s words made you choke.

“Oh my god, please stop.” You begged as she cackled, hearing you exit out of your apartment complex, and she heard the chatters of people walking down the busy street.

“No, seriously! He’s like, super freaking tall. He’s gotta be packing under there. Do you think his holy sword is bigger than President Rogers’s sword?” Her voice had lowered to a gossipy whisper, which made your cheeks burn in embarrassment as the thought crossed your mind of, is this truly a friend of mine that I have.

“I don’t know! Why don’t you ask him for a physical Darcy, you’re a doctor!” You proclaimed. Some people on the street looked at you funny. You apologized profusely as you continued your merry way down the street.

“I’m not a physical doctor. That’s not in my field. Why don’t you go ask him? Or ask his ex-girlfriend?” Darcy suggested. “That’s an invasion of privacy,” you snapped at her. “Besides,” you continued on. “I don’t even know who his ex is. And aren’t priests supposed to be pure?”

“Well, this isn’t the Middle Ages. Maybe he’s not a virgin? Maybe he even has tattoos. You know, I met a priest that had tattoos once. Oh, he was wonderful.” Darcy’s suggestion did not fall on deaf ears.

“Still not checking his dick out. That’s gross. Besides, don’t you remember the sex tape that got leaked of that one celebrity in the West? I’m sorry, but I’m not looking forward to seeing myself on every porn site known to man while the priest is balls deep in my kitty, okay? No thanks.”

Your response made her cackle. It made Darcy sob with tears.

“I knew I taught you well. How’s your lady garden doing? Is it doing okay? Still going through a dry spell?” Darcy teased you. Your cheeks flushed, once again. “How can my lady garden be going through a dry spell when I haven’t even had a dick inside of me yet,” your grumble made Darcy laugh again. Reaching a street, you stood with people who were waiting for the stoplight to signal for walking. Now having a few minutes to yourself, you indulged in talking to your friend.

“I should take you out to a club. A strip club. You need to pop that cherry girl.” Darcy giggled as the crosswalk signal shone. Moving along with the crowd, you continued to talk.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’ve been trying to do this since we got into college. I’m twenty-five, not fifteen.” Your scathing remark made Darcy roll her eyes from where she was sitting, at her desk, at work.

“I’m just saying, it could be good for you. I know why you don’t go to church. I will spit on Joseph’s grave for you when I go and see my mom.” Darcy promised.

Just the reminder of the former President made you feel ill.

When you had been a teenager, still on the cusp of your teen years, you had still gone to church with your mother. Your parents had divorced when you had been young, and your dad had remarried to a nice lady who you considered another mother. You had three other half-siblings. However, your mother had not remarried. It had just been the two of you. And when you still attended church, a new priest had been put in.

Even now, as you walked down the street, coincidentally where the Church was, you couldn’t help but stop and stare. Tourists were there, taking pictures. Gushing over it. Talking about how gorgeous it looked.

Just looking at it made you feel sick. Because yes, you agreed, the church was beautiful. It was even more beautiful on the inside. You would know. You had gone inside there for years, once upon a time.

But now?

Now?

You weren’t stepping foot in it.

The priest had been there when you had gone had preyed on your best friend. She hadn’t been the only one. Many other girls had come forward, saying that they had also been targeted. At first, the church had dismissed the claims. Saying that it was absurd, that there was no way that the priest could have messed with young girls because A, he was married, B, he was a Holy Man, and C, because he deflected and said that the girls had come onto him.

… Until he had slipped up with C, saying that how could he have said no? That they were just too darn convincing. He had fallen into sin.

At the remembrance of those events, you couldn’t help but feel the bile beginning to rise up to your throat. You had worked at the altar. You had been in close proximity with the former Bishop.

If it hadn’t been your friend, it could have been you.

It was why when after you had graduated high school, that you had told your mother point-blank that you were no longer going to church. That you just couldn’t.

Being your mother, she had tossed you out of the house. With nowhere to go, you had accepted Darcy’s invitation to stay in her home. Throughout your college years, you lived with her family. Working odd jobs to earn money. All the while working to gain your BFA. Or. Bachelor of Fine Arts. You had majored in Opera, although you did belt out musical theatre tunes as well. You were very fun at karaoke nights.

“… Yeah… I don’t know if I can… go…”

Your words were a little strangled together. Checking the time on your phone, you began to internally panic.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

If you didn’t hurry up now, you’d be late.

“Hey- listen, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later?” You were speeding the hell outta there, jogging down the street, in order to catch the streetlight. You stopped to catch your breath, as the light hadn’t flashed yet.

Phew.

You were saved.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to you during your lunch break.” Darcy’s mood was still chipper as ever. Grabbing your AirPods from within your purse, you took them out of the case and slipped them on, connecting them to your phone.

“Kay. Bye.”

Just as the stoplight glowed, your music started to play.

And then, you were just another person in the crowd, going to work in the city that you loved.

That same day, in the afternoon, with Bucky…

“Excuse me, Father? Do you need anything else?”

Makkari, his deaf assistant at the front desk, looked at him.

James Buchanan Barnes, the current Priest of the Church quickly signed back to her.

“No, that’ll be all, Makkari. Thank you.” Signing back her thanks, Makkari walked out of his office and back down the hall to where the front desk was.

Leaning back into his chair at his desk, James took in a deep breath. His hand ran down his face, all the way down to his jaw. His jaw clenched.

After the past President had passed away due to a heart attack, and Steve's unfortunate father had been placed into the ground, the previous priest had been stripped of his position. James’s jaw continued to clench as he remembered.

He had not spared the man.

And why would he? After what the man had done to those teenage girls? It was disgusting, was what it was. A disgrace.

James hadn’t told Steve.

Steve would have never needed to know the measures he had taken to make sure the previous priest had just remembered what the consequences were when you messed with teenage girls.

At the ripe age of thirty-five, the first five years of serving the church as a priest, James had made sure everything was in order. That the mistakes of the past priest would not continue. He made sure to keep his boundaries. He made sure to treat everyone with respect.

He had joined the church as a priest at the age of twenty-three and had gotten his doctorate when he was twenty-nine. Very young. He had been the youngest man to be made the priest when he had been thirty. He served his country and his people. Not like Steve whereas he would have been President, but he made sure that the church was running. That everything was in order, and that everyone was behaving.

But now… he felt like something was missing.

James had taken a vow of celibacy. He refrained from sexual relations. But he wasn’t a virgin. He had popped his cherry a long time ago. If any word had gotten out that the priest had gone into sexual relations, well, that might have made a much bigger splash than the sex tape scandal that had leaked the Internet of that one American celebrity. James might as well just have lost his job. He might as well as have kissed his robes goodbye.

A deep sigh left the man.

He had sworn an oath, a vow to the church. He would upkeep that promise. But he missed it. Coming home to someone in his bed. James grabbed the whiskey and poured himself some. It was in the middle of the afternoon. No one would care or notice. Taking a gulp, he put his glass down.

His phone vibrated in his pants. Getting it out of his pocket, he quickly checked the notifications.

And then a text showed on his screen.

It was from Natalia.

are u coming to the opera tnite? Steve’s gonna show up with his fiancee

Typing back to Natasha, he saw that she was still typing

you don’t go outside Yasha

you need to go outside

your life is so boring

Rolling his eyes in fondest, James began to type back.

I’m not boring, Natalia. I’m an introvert. I don’t go outside because I don’t like crowds. It’s why I joined the church.

Three grey bubbles popped up from Natasha.

oh yes

im sorry oh righteous one

Go back to work, Natalia. I’ll see you later at the opera.

James imagined Natasha laughing at him when she gave him a thumbs up. Shutting his phone off and putting it in his desk and sliding the drawer shut, he leaned back into his chair and dragged his hand down his face, clenching his jaw.

His thoughts drifted back.

To that headspace he never thought he’d ever find himself in ever again.

Those deep, dark thoughts of just wanting more.

He wanted sex. Granted, James wasn’t a virgin. But he did refrain from sexual touching. But he was a sexual creature. He still masturbated, at the very least.

But he just couldn’t get sex. His fist just wasn’t covering it. It just wasn’t. James wanted to scream.

There was a little part of him though. That part of him that was whispering to him that he had taken a vow of celibacy. That he was a holy man.

It was that part of him that he fought with.

He might as well just have said goodbye to his entire fucking career at this point.

Just as he was about to lose himself in his thoughts even further, a knock at the door caught his attention.

“Father?”

James exhaled.

“Yes?”

It was going to be a long day.

Later that afternoon, with you…

“What do you mean, she can’t go on?”

You sat in Alexei Romanov’s office, perplexed.

You couldn’t believe this.

Alexei Romanov, the current owner of the Bolshoi Opera House, just looked at you as you sat in his office.

His Russian accent was thick as he spoke. “Hope got sick. You are her understudy. Therefore, you will take her place tonight.”

Tonight was the first showing of Faust. Your hands gripped the desk in anxiousness.

Noticing your sudden distress, Alexei put his hands over yours. “Don’t fret, little one. I did not make you understudy just for you to fail. You are good. Good enough to be Hope’s understudy. And no one judges my wisdom, eh?”

You shook your head no.

Alexei chose the cast members with deliberation and carefulness. Even though his own two adopted daughters, Natalia and Yelena were in the ballet corps as ballet rats, and even though Natalia was the Prima Ballerina, she didn’t get there just because of her mother’s favoritism. Her mother, Melina Vostokoff-Romanov, the ballet mistress, trained her daughters and the rest of the ballet rats day and night. They all lived in the ballet girl dorms. You had too, once upon a time. Before you had been moved up to the chorus, and now, as the understudy to the Prima Donna of the opera house.

“You will do just fine, little one. Don’t worry too much, huh?”

Swallowing the thick lump in your throat, you gave him, (or at least tried to), a confident nod.

It was later, during a rehearsal break that you got approached by Natalia and Yelena.

The three of you sat down, eating your lunch. Yelena cooed over Star howling. “She has great lungs,” the blonde-haired young woman remarked as she patted her tutu, “If there was a dog opera, she’d be the main star.”

You snickered. Natalia just looked amused as she took a bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Do you miss being in the ballet corps?” Yelena wondered to you. You pursed your lips as you took a nice gulp of your lemon and ginger tea, with the slightest bit of honey. You often carried your hydro flask of ginger and lemon tea for your throat. Feeling the warm liquid go down your throat, you spoke in a low voice.

“Sometimes,” you replied back to her. “Sometimes, I still dance before going onstage. It helps stretch out my legs, you know. I still do my stretches.”

Both Natalia and Yelena nodded in unison. In seriousness, of course. Stretching was always important in their line of work. They were flexible than a football player. Or what America perceived as football anyway. The three of you heard down the grapevine that America referred to what you would call football “soccer.”

Which was weird in all honesty in itself.

But then again, America itself was a weird place. You had a friend who was a chorus member in the Metropolitan Opera House in New York City. She often spoke about Americans referring to things that you would normally call a jumper a sweater.

America was truly odd.

“Good,” Natalia hummed. “Are you excited for the first show tonight?” She asked you curiously. You took another gulp of your tea as you gently put your hydro flask down on the table in your dressing room. Your dressing room was a tad bit smaller than the leads. But, it still held a couch, a TV that was propped up on the wall, your vanity where you had all of your stage makeup stashed, a mini-fridge, a microwave, and a table where you kept all of your tea bags and your kettle plugged into the power outlet.

From where you were, sitting on your vanity, you looked at Natalia who was sitting on your couch while Yelena had found your TV remote, and was watching some Russian soap opera.

“Your father said that since Hope couldn’t make it tonight, that I’m taking her place.”

Yelena gasped out loud.

“Oh!” She exclaimed happily, “How exciting! Are you excited?” She asked you giddy.

You swallowed that huge lump in your throat. Just like how you had done in Alexei’s office.

“I don’t… know.” Your voice had turned soft. “I’m… nervous. I know the part backwards and forwards, I… I know the blocking but… I’m terrified. I know that I’ll do fine but it’s just… I’m nervous. Everybody's going to be looking at me.”

Two-thousand, one-hundred, and fifty-three seats.

That was how many people were coming to see Faust tonight.

You couldn’t help with nervously fiddle with your thumbs. A nervous tick you had picked up as a child, whenever you got anxious before a show.

“You’ll be fine,” Natalia reassured you as she came to put her hands over yours. The redhead even had a reassuring look in her eyes.

“Come on. Deep breaths little Songbird.”

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

“-You know, Yasha’s coming tonight.” Yelena’s remark did not fly by Natalia. Removing her hands from yours, she turned to look at her younger sister. “Oh?” questioned Natalia, “So he said yes?’

Now.

You had no idea who this “Yasha” was, but whoever he was, he must have been very important, because Yelena gave Natalia a toothy grin as she replied back in Russian.

“Uh-huh. His schedule is all cleared for tonight and he secured a box. Box Five. You know that’s his signature spot,” Yelena giggled.

Natalia rolled her eyes.

“Yasha’s always been some what of a scamp,” Natalia remarked. Yelena just continued to giggle.

“Who’s Yasha?”

Yelena giggled once again.

“Don’t worry little Songbird,” Natalia reassured you again.

“You’ll find out who is soon enough.”

Later that evening, with James…

“Are you sure you’re going to come?”

James was at home, as his pet cat Alpine ran around the luxurious apartment, chasing her toy mouse around.

The white feline had been overjoyed when her daddy had come home. Alpine had greeted him at the door, meowing at him and pawing him for some much-needed head rubs and tummy tubs. And cuddles. Lots of cuddles. Then, she had retreated to her scratching post to scratch at it.

James had then got out of his vestments and into much comfier clothes. Now in his black jumper and a pair of sweats, the broad-shoulder man leveled his phone on his shoulder as he talked to Steve.

“Yeah, Steve,” James replied back in Russian as he grabbed his water bottle, uncapping it and taking a gulp.

Alpine pounced on her tiny mouse, shifting onto her back as she rolled around on the rug, playing with her toy happily.

James watched as Alpine played with her toy before he heard Steve speaking again.

“… You’re gonna take your usual box, aren’t you, jerk?” Steve’s teasing voice made James grumble underneath his breath. “Course I am, punk.” James huffed.

“So, I’ll meet you there, jerk?”

“Yeah, punk.”

Alpine yeeted her toy across the room. A painful meow escaped her as she huffed, getting on her hind legs. Getting into position to pounce on the little mouse toy, she kicked her hind legs back in a show of intimidation.

A deep hiss left her when she zeroed her gaze right on the purple toy. With a meow that sounded like a battle cry, she leaped across the room and tackled her toy.

James’s chuckles snapped her out of her train of thought. The purple mouse's tail hanging off of her teeth, Alpine stared at him dead in the eyes.

She watched as her daddy chuckled down at her, getting down onto her level to pet her head. Alpine meowed in content.

“I gotta go to the opera, alright Alpine?” James told his cat. “I’ll come back home and spoil you. We'll cuddle on the couch together. How’s that sound?”

Alpine meowed. James took that as a yes.

Her tail swished, as if to say, you’d better come home in one piece, dad.

When James got to the opera house, many people were already getting in their seats. James made his way up to his box and took his seat. He had changed out of his jumper and sweats, exchanging them for a nice black button-down shirt, a pair of his nicest black slacks, and his black dress shoes.

Because there was a dress code policy. Whenever you went to the opera or the theater, you did not wear a simple t-shirt or jeans. You needed to dress nice. It was the policy.

So, James sat in his chair, in his box, waiting for the show to begin. He even took his phone out of his pants and scrolled through the news as people made their way to their seats.

After a few minutes of aimlessly scrolling through his phone, he heard someone over the intercom speaking in Russian.

“Please silence all and any cell phones. The performance shall begin shortly.”

Shutting off his own phone, James pocketed his phone back into his pants.

A few minutes later, the curtains opened.

Revealing the aged scholar Faust. The actor playing the aged scholar began to sing and lament about how his studies had left him to nothing, that his studies had made him lose out on enjoying life and finding love.

James watched as the man onstage picked up his goblet, containing poison, using it so he could drink it to end his misery. Every time Faust tried to drink it however, a choir stopped him.

James had been watching.

But just then, he saw it.

The actress playing Marguerite appeared right there, on stage, singing. She was trying to convince him to accept Mephistopheles’s offer to exchange his soul for his services on Earth.

You were nervous. But, you were singing along, looking at the principal tenor Jimmy Woo, as your spinning wheel spun. He was giving you an encouraging look as you spun around, making eye contact with the principal bass Vision, or Vis, as everyone called him, who was playing Mephistopheles. His red and black makeup made you want to burst out a giggle, but you were a professional. Continuing to sing, you watched as Jimmy raised up his goblet and took a gulp of it, even though nothing was in there.

Hiding your smile, you and the chorus hit the crescendo note and vanished just as the now young scholar Faust and his strange companions set out into the world.

As the opera continued, James continued to watch you with rapt attention.

You were just… wonderful. James couldn’t quite put a pin in it, what made you so alluring to him. You happily moved along with the chorus and ballet rats, Marguerite joining Faust and the villagers in their waltz as Faust declared his admiration for her.

He watched as you modestly declined his arm, before being taken away by Natalia and Yelena, dressed in commoner's clothing, leading you towards Stage Right.

Act Two bled into Act Three as James watched the young man playing Siébel leaving a bouquet of flowers on Marguerite’s doorstep, while Mephistopheles urged Faust to buy Marguerite a present. When Mephistopheles put a box and a hand mirror next to Siébel’s flowers, James saw you come back.

You walked right back on stage, coming back Stage Left. You wandered around the stage, mimicking the blocking as you sang a sad ballad about the King of Thule, as Marguerite pondered over her encounter with Faust during the waltz with the villagers.

Vision’s wife Wanda, who was playing your neighbor Marthe, came out from Stage Right and spoke to you about how nice the jewels looked.

“Must be from an admirer,” Wanda teased to you as you opened the box, procuring the jewelry and sliding the prop onto your neck. Getting up and doing a spin, you giggled as the stage lights caught onto your jewelry.

As the orchestra moved into the Jewel Song, you happily danced around the stage and sang, pulling a giggling Wanda into your dance. Happily singing the aria while you danced on and about, you did a little spin, the jewelry caught the lights, making them shine.

James couldn’t stop watching as you happily spun around, your voice floating as you finished the aria.

As the audience clapped, Wanda pulled you back as the two of you giggled, before you were joined by Vision and Jimmy.

Leaning back into his seat, James Buchanan Barnes swallowed thickly. Watching as Natalia and Yelena led a couple of the ballet rats back on stage, he made eye contact with Natalia.

Having caught Yasha’s eye, Natalis didn’t nod, nor did she even wink at him.

It was a knowing look.

Natalia knew what he was thinking.

Two peas in a pod, one could say.

It had been that way ever since they had been growing up together in Moscow as little children when Winifred and George Barnes had met each other while Winifred had been a chorus ballerina and George had been in the orchestra as a Viola player. James knew the Bolshoi Opera House backwards and forwards. Every corridor, every underground corridor too. Even the underground sewers.

And, as Natalia steered you away, she saw you.

You had finally made eye contact with the priest in Box Five.

Prey always knew when they had been caught by their predator, after all.

“To the opening night of Faust!”

“To the opening night of Faust!” The entire company, including you, cheered as you did the toast.

More cheers sounded as all of you took a gulp of your vodka shots. Laughter and loud conversations soon filled the room as you began to walk around the huge room, where the after party was being held.

The after party was being held in the huge foyer, and after everyone had gotten out of their costumes and into the clothing that they were going to wear tonight, someone had popped open the vodka and champagne bottles and the party had officially gone into full swing. The cast and crew were all in the room, and you waved and greeted friends, colleagues, and patrons alike.

Natalia had given you one of her silver dresses. Even though you had protested at the idea. But, Natalia had won after she had convinced you that it would be fine and that she didn’t really need it anyway. So, clad in Natalia Romanov’s silver dress and a pair of matching silver heels, with your face painted and sculpted to the musical gods, you wandered around with a glass still full of champagne.

Just then, you felt it.

A shiver go up your spine.

“Yasha!” You heard Yelena shout from where she was. She was making her way towards you as the blonde dancer waved at someone, motioning them to follow her. You watched as she bounced towards you gracefully, even with the glass of champagne in her hands. She was almost like a fairy, gracefully bouncing your way towards you with a smile on her nude painted lips.

“Songbird!” Yelena greeted you cheerfully, “C’mon! I wanna introduce you to Yasha! Where’s Tash? Good Lord, is she talking to Barton again?” Yelena groaned as the two of you weaved through the crowd, heading towards whoever this “Yasha” person was.

“Yasha!”

Your heart immediately skipped a beat when you saw the “Yasha” person turn around.

Oh no.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

No.

It was-

It was the frigging Priest!

Jesus Christ on a frigging stick.

He was more attractive in person than you initially thought.

Google Images did not do him any justice.

That strong jaw. Those sharp cheekbones. And the beard. Oh, the beard. His shoulders were broad and they were making the nice black button-down shirt he was wearing look like his muscles were practically rippling through the fabric.

And… was that a tattoo you were seeing peeking out from the first two buttons of his shirt that were unbuttoned peeking out?

Yes… it was. You saw a smidge of the beginnings of his tattoo on his chest peeking out.

James’s shoulder length hair was tied back into a man bun, and you swore to yourself that you didn’t care much for men who had their hair in man buns, but at this moment?

Yeah.

You were feeling it.

At this very moment, you swore to yourself that you were so wet to the point where someone could easily drown a toddler in your panties.

And for a moment, you totally forgot that you were staring at the priest, practically ogling him like you were some lovesick teenager who just discovered that she had a crush on the most popular guy in school.

Until your brain had caught up with your heart and you were steered right back in your current reality.

Oh shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

You had just been shamelessly ogling the priest.

Fuck!

Your mother, if she had still been in your life, would have not been very happy right now. She would have dragged you off by your ear and reprehended you for your selfish and reckless behavior.

“… Yasha! Here she is!” Yelena looked very cheerful as she introduced James to you, speaking your name.

The first thing you really noticed about him was his eyes.

Those eyes.

The way they captivated you, held you prisoner in his gaze. His eyes alone made your breath hitch in your throat, leaving you unable to speak.

James had rendered you completely speechless.

“Hello, little one.”

Fucking God.

His voice was just so... nope. It was husky and deep. You weren't about to divulge into deeper details. Who were you, EL James? Please. As if.

You thanked every lucky star in the universe that Yelena was still holding onto you. Because if she hadn’t, then you were sure you have collapsed right then and there on the floor like some dramatic bitch.

But, then again, that was your profession, so maybe, probably, people wouldn’t be all that surprised.

You hoped.

“Hello Father,” you managed to say with a tight smile on your face, “I hope you enjoyed our opening night. We’ve been slaving away at it. Aleksandr made us work our asses off.”

“He made the orchestra go through the waltz dance three times one night Yasha!” Yelena whined, suddenly remembering the hellscape that was Aleksandr Pierce’s harsh eye.

“And Melina made the ballet rats go through the waltz dance three times too because of that,” you added, now clearly amused as James saw you take a sip of your champagne.

You were hiding an amused smile behind your glass before you heard Yelena tell you she had spotted Helen, one of the other ballet rats. Bidding you a goodbye, she happily bounced off, her curled blonde hair bouncing behind her like waves.

James spoke again. Making you maintain that eye contact with him.

“I enjoyed the show very much. Your portrayal of Marguerite is… exquisite. You captured her perfectly. How long have you been at the opera house?” James inquired as he took a gulp of his water. Being a priest, he didn’t drink all that much.

Your tongue came out to dart your lips, to moisten them.

“Well… my mother enrolled me in ballet classes when I was three. And I’ve been taking singing lessons ever since I was four. After I got my degree a while ago, then I joined the opera house pretty quickly. So… I would like to say, a couple of years now. Four or five, at the very most.” Your response made him raise an eyebrow. Looking a little sheepish and possibly a little bit embarrassed as well, “I was in the ballet for a long time. My mother had the funds to enroll me in the ballet corps with Natalia and Yelena. Here. But I didn’t stay in the dorms because my mother didn’t want me to ‘mix up with that crowd’-” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes in annoyance at that. Even putting air quotes around the 'mix up with that crowd' part. James certainly noticed. He also noticed the way you gritted your teeth a little, gnashing them together.

He got the vibe that you were not very close to your mother.

So, therefore, he did not push it.

“… So, I suppose you can say I’ve grown up here. It’s my second home, really. I don’t think I’d rather be in a place but here. It feels like home.” you confessed.

James cracked a smile.

He was smiling!

Actually smiling!

You could not believe it.

“Are you quite fond of the arts then, Father?” you inquired of James as you gulped down the rest of your drink. As a waiter walked by you, they quietly took your empty glass away from you and asked if you would like another. Agreeing and thanking them, you got another glass of champagne.

“I am. I’m very close with Natalia and Yelena. We all grew up together. My parents used to work here. My mother was a part of the chorus and my father was a Viola player.”

“Oh?”

You were interested.

He had piqued your interest. Not that he hadn’t already, but this interested you about him even more.

“Yes.” James nodded vigorously. “They’re retired now, though I’m afraid.”

“You should bring them to see the show. We run for a couple of more months, Father. If they’re up for it, of course.”

You were smiling. The curves of your lips were up and your eyes were sparkling.

All of a sudden, someone called your name. Breaking your smile as you quickly whipped your head around, doing a whole one-eighty.

Natalia was making her way towards you and James.

“Oh! You met Yasha! It’s so good to see you, Yasha. But we have to go. Ladies' night tonight. We’re hitting up the club.” Natalia actually winked at him this time as she tugged on your arm, making you protest.

“Hey! I didn’t- I wasn’t aware of this!” You yelped as you were tugged away by Natalia, who was gleeful.

“Tash? Tasha? TASH! Hey! No, I wasn’t finished talking to- Tash!”

Your pleas followed the two of you as Natalia whisked you away, leaving James alone.

“Did you enjoy the opera tonight, James?”

That was Alexei.

The Romanov family, although they did go to church every Sunday and called him by his proper title, they did not do that whenever James visited their home during the holidays.

Turning to face the man he considered a father figure, James gave him a nod. “I found the actress playing Marguerite very enchanting, Alexei.”

“Oh yes. Our little Songbird. I adore her, just like every member of this Opera House. But her mother, very uptight woman if you ask me. Very religious as well. You might have seen her in church many times. You do remember the scandal with our old priest, Obadiah Stane, yes?”

Indeed.

James did indeed remember.

“Our little Songbird had left the church after the old priest had gotten stripped of his title. Her mother did not take that lightly and cast her out of her own home. She lived with her friend Darcy Lewis for a couple of years, if I remember correctly.” The two men watched as Natalia grabbed Yelena while you were practically sandwiched between the two of them.

“Do they still live together?” James asked him. Alexei shook his head no. “No, son. Darcy lives with her boyfriend. Loki Lauyferson, I believe? The old English man that came to live down here, expanding his business. His older brother is named Thor, I believe. Thor and their older sister Hela live in the UK.”

“Ah.”

James turned to Alexei. “Is there anything else you can tell me about her?” he asked politely. Alexei turned to him and clapped him on the back. Just like how the older man had done when James had been accepted in the church all the way back when.

You had just begun to make it towards the doors.

However, you couldn’t help but turn around, just to see if James was still there.

He was.

And James was looking straight at you.

Natalia asked you something, and suddenly, you were out of the doors and entered the chilly Russian air.

You were gone.

“… Much, yes. Come. We’ll speak in my office.”

Turning his gaze back to Alexei, James gave a firm nod.

That sounded good.

Very good.

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