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tarjapearce · 7 months

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Crimson Crown (Pt. 3)

Royal! AU Miguel O'Hara x Princess! Reader

Special thanks to @pinkiemme for this amazing fanart for this fic ❤️✨

WARNINGS: Angst, Sibling bonding, awkward talks, mild squeeze of jealousy if you squint, Bit of fluff, meaningful talks, slow burn, apologies, tension, arranged marriage.

Summary: In the admist of a feely chaos, a common ground is found.

Thanks to my beta reader @oharasmommymilkers00 <3

Every bendable joint stretched, and some popped as you awoke, but in all honesty, functioning today wasn't something you wanted to do. Thoughts rooting heavier in your head upon remembering last night's events.

Your face sunk into the pillow, allowing its plush and warm embrace to cradle your face longer. Bloodshot eyes turned glossy and soon one tear fell. Another followed and so on, as if your body had finally released all the bad things that you had been bottling up.

You didn't cherish it, just finally dwelled on it, giving in to the sadness you had pushed away for so long that it came biting back at you before reaching for your diary and writing all your suffering away. Some tears certainly had stained the pages as you wrote.

Dainty hand scribbled angrily and pained but eventually stopped after a couple of pages. The servants announced their presence to bring your first meal of the day. A bit of gruel and fruit.

One of the servants stared at you for a second, but quickly returned to her duties, leaving you alone once more. Appetite wasn't something you wanted to indulge in too much, but certainly, you'd need the energy if you wanted to go out.

You ate in between stacking all the paintings back in the wooden box. The colorful landscape of your room was slowly returning to its dull color. The sheets and the hardened tainted tips of the paintbrushes were the only things that popped out.

The paintings were stacked into a corner as you made the space for another hobby, almost leaving the place as you had originally acquired it. Cold, empty, home of the darkness that loved to sit and watch you from the corners.

You'd miss your mother's comforting words after a terrible day, you missed Lucille. Sometimes you'd indeed wonder what would she be doing. Why Miguel forbade to bring her in was a mystery to you. The only thing certain is that you needed your friend. You needed a friend.

Of course, you missed the little cherry tart Lucille gave you every time she'd find you crying. The strolls through the castle she'd take you to whenever your parents discussed things so carelessly before you. But none of that mattered anymore.

A princess's duty was far more than just training oneself in the arts and being well-versed in many things. The ugly side of it, something you'd recently been acquainted with, had taught you the real meaning of being a royal. Sacrifice.

Even though your kingdom was now under the protection of Arachne, the price in return seemed a bit too high. Your happiness. But again as your mother had said

Our wishes matter little when men decide it's fun to play war.

Those words have stuck with you ever since. Marriage was something you didn't though too much, despite your father's attempts to marry you to a king of abroad lands. He even had considered offering your hand in marriage to Kraven if it meant to keep the peace. Of course, your mother had opposed greatly, but she was only saving you up as her last card under the sleeve and handed you over to the biggest player in the war-waging game, Miguel.

Miguel had won. Like usual. You were to marry him within two months and a week. It finally dawned on you—cold and bitter truth. You dreaded marrying him and just acting like a public figure for both kingdoms. He didn't need you, much to your maudlin reasoning, you knew he was more than capable of leading the kingdom on his own.

He doesn't need you

Your mind chanted. And for a moment you believed it. The way he acted, showing little glimpses of kindness to then completely ignoring you until he saw fitting not doing so, either by his counselor's advice or a little guilt.

Guiltiness

Of course not. The man had slayed without remorse anything that meddled with his kingdom. You were sure that if your realm would have much more resources, you'd be at war with him.

But this kind of war, an inner one, was something you were losing.

You had seen his little to no reaction to what his brother had called you. The word made you sick, but it made you sicker to know he let everything unfold.

So so cold.

Mere politics. A game in which you were a pawn. His pawn. It kind of made you wonder what kind of mistresses he had.

Had you met them without realizing it? Hopefully not, and you prayed for it to never happen. You wouldn't be able to stand it. A reason why you admired so much your mother.

On rare occasions, you had seen her cry because your father preferred a mistress' than her own company, but she always held her head high, face cold and proud. Never allowing the rest to see her waver.

Fresh tears were wiped off your face as the servants came once more. You bathed and prepared for the day. Peter came in once you were ready, frowning for a moment at your reddened face, his eyes noticed you had cleaned up the painting area, leaving it bare.

"Your Majesty" Peter greeted

You bowed at him.

"Could I have Lady Gwen and Lord Hobie to accompany me today?"

Peter tilted his head in confusion, "Beg your pardon?"

"I will go to the city, I need some supplies."

"You could ask and the king-"

"He's done enough. I don't wish to keep using his good faith when I can get them myself, ser Peter."

The words felt sharp as they came out of your mouth, but in truth, you didn't want to keep adding to his stress.

You sighed as your fist clenched for a moment on the skirt of your dress.

" And I need to clear my head. A trip to the city would be good."

"You've got to understand that I cannot leave your side, right?"

"If you get in trouble, I'll take full responsibility for it."

Peter's eyes softened and nodded.

"I'll call them."

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"Are you awake?" Gabriel spoke as he entered Miguel's chambers. The king received him with a grunt as he looked at some new reports Jessica had brought him.

"Of course you are. Did you even get some sleep?"

"No."

"Surprise, surprise." Gabriel shook his head and took one report. Miguel's gaze fixed on him, a little hidden smile creeping on his face.

"What are you doing?"

Gabriel's hand unfolded yet another report, "Helping you."

"I can do it myself."

"It's my kingdom too. Of course, I need to know what is happening around."

Miguel chuckled and let him. They remained quiet, going through the many reports. Some weren't as urgent as the others, surveillance of areas, economics, politics, and letters incoming from other kingdoms.

A couple of ones directed to you. Your parents mostly and one from a woman named Lucille. He put your cards away and let one of his agents, Margo, deliver them to you. He didn't trust regular servants to deliver such personal things, too much of a risky move.

"What are the plans for today besides pouring yourself to work?"

Miguel sighed and went through the last report before looking at Gabriel.

"I need to test some things before making advance in something else."

Gabriel rested against his chair and put his feet on the table, which Miguel quickly removed.

"Thought you'd like to apologize to your future bride."

"She doesn't want to be disturbed, and you're the one at fault. Not me."

Gabriel's eyes widened softly and he nodded.

"Still, I might send her a letter."

"No. You're to ask an audience with her and apologize. Make it right."

"What about you?"

Miguel waved him off, a sign to which Gabriel understood as 'I'll find a way later'.

"You know... heard the servants talking"

"I don't have time for gossip, Gabriel."

The younger O'Hara snorted and gestured towards him.

"They say they have seen your little princess crying. A lot, ever since she came here actually."

Miguel tensed for a moment and put the papers down.

"I know it's been forever since you've courted someone. But-"

"Courting doesn't lead a country"

Gabriel shrugged and stood. "In any case, I will apologize once she returns from her trip."

His words snapped Miguel's attention back at him.

"What trip?"

Gabriel smirked at his demanding tone, "She's in the city, looking for things."

Miguel pinched his nose bridge.

"She could've asked..."

"Peter sent her off-"

"What do you mean Peter is here?! He is supposed to be her guardian!"

Miguel secured the sword to his hip and darted out of his room. Gabriel seemed pleased as he followed him. He thrived in seeing his brother antsy and panicky over silly things.

A present reminder that he was still human, and not a belicista monster at heart like everyone made him to be.

Peter's eyes darted away from him upon his arrival.

"Why aren't you with the Princess?"

"She asked me not to come with her. Asked for Gwen and Hobie instead"

Miguel's icy glare remained on a scowling Peter.

"Why?"

"Ask her yourself."

Gabriel's excitement died upon sensing the tension between the both.

"Ser Peter, my apologies for interrupting your duty. But, do you know by chance where she has gone to?"

"She needed some space."

Away from you both.

Peter's mind wanted to say but it would surely gain his title removed. His mouth kept in a straight line as Miguel kept on glaring at him.

"She wanted to get some things for herself."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Peter sighed and shook his head.

"Because she said you'd done enough. And she doesn't want to be disturbed."

Gabriel cringed, his eyes darting back and forth between Miguel and Peter. He didn't mean to offend you, but something worse was happening. And it was his fault, yet Miguel was already seizing that burden as his own.

" Will you let us know when she arrives? I understand her wish to be left alone, but the distress I put her through yesterday needs to be addressed as soon as possible."

Peter just nodded as Miguel entered your chambers. His frown immediately deepens upon seeing the current state of your room. Just like he had given it to you. Bland, dull, and with no colors, just like your ongoing emotions.

The paints were carefully stacked in a corner, his gift stored back where he had sent it. The faint scent of your perfume, the only indicator you had been here, was subtly overpowered by the smell of dried oil paintings.

Your desk was neatly organized, but a couple of crumpled sheets ruined the pristine image. He took one and unfolded it bit by bit. A single word scribbled and scratched with such violence it tore the page.

Concubine.

He rubbed his face and crumpled the sheet once more. Angry steps guide him away from your room. Gabriel was out of his sight.

Good.

----

The trip had surely made your brain ease the anguish and bad thoughts your mind was spiraling into.

One thing you certainly liked about Arachne, was the many imported products you could find. That would mean, finding the golden Thelerian thread you used for your embroidering back at home.

Crimson, golden, green, indigo blue, and black along some hoops and needles. You also got some other materials. Hobie and Gwen followed you but kept their distance when sensing the gloominess taking over you. They just followed wherever you went. They gave you your space.

You'd stop at the baker's for his tarts, obviously. You got half a dozen of them. Along with some more books about Arachne.

There were a couple of interesting things that caught your attention. The machinery used was something you'd never seen before; and surely the affluence of foreign people.

If you paid close attention, you could distinguish the people from their origin country. Erunians’ upper class always dressed in fine linens with subtle armoring pieces, a couple of them paraded through the market.

You could spot some fellow Thelerians in the art and fabric shops. They'd be probably looking for supplies, as well for a new upcoming activity in the arts academy. A wistful and longing glance was thrown their way before your eyes met a flamboyant man, dressed in the silkiest fur coat you had seen so far.

An Onerimian. You saw other people, probably people from even further kingdoms of Enethor.

It made sense for Miguel to go to such extent as to marry himself in exchange for his country thriving. He was a king after all. No monarch would want their land suffering unless it was a terrible one. Which you had heard stories about.

Once your shopping ended, you got back into the carriage and returned to the palace.

-----

The news of your arrival fell upon both Miguel’s and Gabriel's ears. The latter got himself ready to talk to you.

"See you later, Miggy"

Miguel just grunted in response as he watched you from his window and rubbed his face on your melancholic expression.

The servants always talked, but seeing your face with saddened and dull eyes, made the headache grow gradually.

The council held less power than him, but even so, their influence was something he couldn't deny. An extension of his power. They helped him as well with so many other things, or else he'd never had a break.

Being a ruler wasn't easy, being the head of a whole nation was worse. For once, the questioning of his worth came into mind after so many years.

He had even sacrificed his health to keep the kingdom striving and together for the past seventeen years on his own. And in all that time a marriage never crossed his mind. Until now.

----

"Princess!"

Gabriel bowed with a serious face, and your discomfit grew, but you still pushed that aside and bowed back.

"My lord."

Gabriel sighed and clasped his hands before you.

"Could you spare me some minutes of your time for a hearing, your highness?"

Your heart thumped with violence inside your chest but you nodded

"Certainly, sir."

"Good. I... Thank you. I know you wanted to be left alone for the day, but I must apologize to you for my actions yesterday. It was completely out of line."

Gabriel sighed and looked at you, honest words and eyes fixed on your defeated form.

"I didn't know my brother had gotten engaged. I was out on duty and found out when I got to the castle. It has never been my intention to insult you, your highness."

"Your honesty is quite admirable, ser. Thanks for that"

"Do you accept my apologies?"

"Yes. Now if you'd excuse me, I must go"

Gabriel bowed and left you be.

The servants took your things inside your room as you bowed to everyone that greeted you.

Dinner time approached and the food was brought to your room.

Your mind gravitated towards Miguel. Thankful that he had respected your wishes to be left alone for the day.

What about tomorrow and the day after that?

Your hands faltered and a heavy sigh escaped your lips.

As long as you were kept busy, the rest didn't matter, right? He seemed way too contemptuous of being away and meddling with his affairs.

Probably with a mistress

Your breath hitched as you rubbed your face in disgust at your thoughts. What he did in his spare time was none of your business. Yet it was unavoidable to feel your chest constricting at your hurting thoughts.

Enough

Your mind rumbled as you focused on the new task before you. The embroidery was one of your favorites, it was calming and required your full attention. It helped you back at home.

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The next day went like nothing had happened. You were still in your room, embroidering. You were so engrossed in your task that got startled when a woman in her elite uniform cleared her throat, finally making her presence known to you.

"My apologies for startling you, your highness. I am Margo. One of the king's agents."

She bowed and you followed

"He sends this to you."

Margo delivered a little paper with a note scribbled on it. Penmanship sloppy and hurried but legible enough.

Meet me at the main hall within an hour.

You frowned upon reading the note and sighed.

"I'll be there. Thanks for your service, Lady Margo."

"Please, just Margo. I'll let him know of your reply right away."

She left, and you groaned inwardly.

Nervous steps guided you through the main halls of the castle. Finally, they stopped a few meters away from what you thought was his office. He was talking to Jessica and then excused himself as soon as he saw you.

Oh dear.

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He was before you within a couple of strides, long legs reached your presence, and his forever stoic yet deep eyes settled on you. Breathing felt heavy and stuffy.

"Princesa" his voice held a bit of a gruff. He cleared his throat and pointed the way ahead.

"Walk with me."

It wasn't a suggestion or an order. And still, you followed. His hands clenched and relaxed as He walked with you, matching your pace.

"Is there a specific reason why you have requested my company tonight, My lord?"

He chuckled, glad that you were addressing things without sugarcoating them.

"I want to apologize."

"Whatever for? Prince Gabriel has already apologized. We have... reached a truce regarding that situation."

Miguel glanced at you with curious and soft eyes as you both kept walking through the castle.

"I know you are aware of what our marriage implies, Princesa."

"Of course. Even though my family was the one to orchestrate such union, I’m a firm believer that our kingdoms could mutually benefit from it."

"My thoughts exactly. What are your prospects for Theleria? "

"We might not be the realm we used to be centuries ago, but I believe we have been turning into something better. I don't favor war, and many might see it as a weakness, but as long as there are more options, I won't be afraid to explore them."

"What if war is the only way?"

"Is it truly, though? I know there are times when war is the only way out. And as much as it pains me, it must be seen through. To me, war is the last resource."

"On that, we agree."

Miguel nodded as you stared at him with a curious gaze.

"Contrary to what everyone outside my kingdom's walls believes, I don't engage in war because they're fun. Wars are the result of several failed attempts at dialogue. My last resource."

You smiled softly at his words and he smiled back.

"I must apologize to you, then. My initial judgment has been proven wrong. And I'm glad it did."

"How so?" Miguel inquired as you both walked wherever your feet took you. The soft and sweet scent of the gardens tickled your nose.

"This arranged marriage was quite sudden for both. I know much. You weren't looking for such a thing, neither did I. Yet-"

"Here we are."

Miguel slicked his hair back as Peter's words finally started to sink in.

"I know a kingdom is the most important thing for a good ruler. It is important to you as it is important to me."

You spoke as you faced him.

"My parents might have arranged this, but... It doesn't mean we can't influence the path it takes. As your future... ally"

Your words hesitated, "I want to be seen as more than just a public figure, but someone you can rely on if the chance presents itself."

Miguel's heart thumped with strength at your words. His gaze remained on you a little longer than it should.

" What do you aspire to accomplish in Arachne, Princesa?"

" The same thing I'd want for my future kingdom, My lord. For it to keep striving, improving, and marching towards a better future, where its citizens know they can have the same opportunities they'd get in abroad lands. For them to know that we have their back. Like it should be."

Miguel's hands tingled upon your words. The urge to reach for you and hug you at finally finding someone who understood his reasoning was a bit overwhelming, in a good kind of way. His heart seemed to be pumping in excitement.

"Seems we share a vision."

"Indeed. Our kingdoms' well-being is the thing that brought us here. Would be foolish to think differently."

"I apologize if... I've underestimated your reasoning, Princesa."

You shook your head with a lax smile.

"It's alright, sir. It's only natural to be guarded towards stranger's opinions."

"You're certainly no stranger"

Your brows rose in surprise "Oh?"

Miguel blinked at his own words

"I mean..."

He rubbed his neck softly

"I think allies would be too soon since I've got yet, to prove my worth to you and your scary council. Acquaintances, it's the right term."

You spoke with a soft smile. The kind of smile one would wear when facing an awkward truth.

"Acquaintances, then."

He didn't like that word, as true as it was. It didn't sit right in his head and it had left a bad taste in his mouth.

"I must know though, Princesa. Why would you order Peter to stay behind?"

"Well, poor man needed a break. He's always looking after me."

His jaw clenched softly at the compassionate words for Peter.

"You must understand he can't leave your side, right?"

"I take full responsibility for that, my lord. I know I shouldn't ignore your authority. I'm sorry for that."

The servants ran around the castle, some looked your way with keen eyes, whispering among them as they saw you and Miguel.

"In any case, thanks for listening, my lord. I hope your doubts have been cleared a bit with our conversation. Your company is always enjoyable"

"Certainly."

His mind slapped himself inwardly as you chuckled.

"Then I bid you a goodnight, ser."

You bowed to him and made your way back to your room. He went back to his office.

His mind ran a mile per second with all sort of thoughts.

"Certainly" He groaned in annoyance. He also wanted to say your company was good, but instead, he came out as a self-centered man.

"What's wrong?"

Peter entered his chambers in casual dressings and Miguel glared at him upon remembering the other bits of the conversation.

"You don't need a fucking break. I do."

Peter's brows knitted together in confusion at his sudden words. Your genuine concern for Peter didn't sit right either.

"Then, spend more time doing what you like. Or more time with the princess."

"She said we're acquaintances."

"Which is not far from the truth. Why are you upset?"

"Because you were right. And I hate it when you do."

Peter's smile grew wider "Told you."

"Cállate."

Peter chuckled and sat before him.

"What did you talk about?"

"She told me that she wanted to be a reliable ally. She... understands my vision."

Peter's eyes widened softly as his smile turned into a smirk.

"Seems you did right in approaching"

"Told you to keep your allies closer."

Your sincere words regarding your concerns about the kingdom had his attention fully enraptured into you. The attention that he only put into little selected things. A sort of attention he'd gladly address you again with, just to hear you talk so fervently about your common goals.

"Si si, ya. Vete." (Yeah, yeah. Leave)

"Sleep. Tomorrow's a long day."

He just nodded and watched Peter leave.

Acquaintances were better than strangers. It was a progress, a baby step, but a step closer nonetheless.

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mochinomnoms · 6 months

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Hi hi friend,

If it is not too much trouble I would like to make a request for your event? I think I would like Floyd with prompt 14- “I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!”

They/them for Yuu is fine with me, I was thinking romantic? Where maybe it's obvious to everyone but Yuu how requited their feelings are.

I've really liked reading your writing and hope you continue to have fun doing it (♡°▽°♡)

floyd leech x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, mutual pining [wc} – 3,659 prompt 14: “I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!” note - hahahahahhahahahahaha i did not mean to write so much but i went a little buckwild and i think floyd deserves to be allowed to be soft sometimes a floral inconvenience

Lavender roses - Introduced in 1900, lavender roses represent love at first sight. They’re often given to someone to convey that the giver was immediately smitten and fell in love.

You’d decided to attend a karaoke event the Mostro Lounge was hosting to introduce the new spring menu. It was meant to be a nice, relaxing hangout with your friends from Heartslaybul as you listened to your friends attempt to show off their mediocre singing skills.

Ace was in an especially good mood, happy to tease you as you waved happily at Floyd, who’d returned your affections.

“Oi, oi, oiiiiiii, Prefect? When you gonna say something? Kinda tired of dealing with you puking petals every—OW!”

You snorted as Deuce smacked Ace upside the head, muttering about him being an asshole.

“Leave them alone Ace, unless you want to be collared for harassing a member of the student body?” Riddle reprimanded, giving Ace a harsh glare as he turned to you instead.

“You can ignore him, Prefect, you don’t have to say anything to that good-for-nothing merman! I’m sure you could do much better anyways.”

You chuckled, enjoying the soft banter between the group. It was particularly nice seeing Riddle interact more casually with his peers, even if you weren’t able to convince him to sing with you.

“Are you sure you do want to go up with me?” You pouted leaning in close to the red-headed housewarden. “I’ll even let you pick the song—”

“Out of the question.”

You sighed, resting against the plush cushions of the booth while Ace and Deuce bicker about which song would be better for a duet. This was nice.

It was nice, up until Floyd decided to take part in the festivities. Somehow he’d snuck behind you and Riddle, snatching up your friend with a gleeful cackle as he screeched.

“FLOYD! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT—”

“Nah, it’s fine Goldfishie, I need ya for just a sec!”

Floyd placed Riddle in a seat, front and center at the stage, as he climbed up. The cool blue spotlight suited Floyd’s features as he grinned.

Picking up the mic from its stand, Floyd announced, “Alright! This song is for my favorite little fishie in the whole entire school, so you all better enjoy it!”

You expected him to start singing a silly pop song, one with high energy and beats. Or one that became a meme on Magicam last week, something about flamingos and turning pink.

Instead, the upbeat, suave tunes of a familiar song started playing. A familiar love song.

“Is…is this ABBA?”

“Who?” Cater asked, recording the scene with a stifling giggle as Riddle turned redder and redder in embarrassment (and most likely rage) as Floyd continued to serenade him.

“This is ‘Lay Your Love’ by BABA, a classic from the 80s—”

“No it’s called ABBA back home—wait, WHY IS FLOYD SINGING A LOVE SONG TO RIDDLE!?”

Your screech startled the surrounding tables, drawing attention that you were too jealous to focus on. Floyd made eye contact with you, hearing your yelling. Continuing to sing—quite nicely you’d hate to admit—the eel mer winked and smirked, drawing an ire that you didn’t know you had.

“What the hell? Floyd!” With the vindication of a scorned lover, you stomped to the stage and swiped the microphone from Floyd’s hands.

“Floyd, what are you doing?” you spoke into the mic, glaring daggers at the tall beanpole of an eel turned man, who looked unbothered at your angry presence.

Floyd took the mic back and answered, “I’m trying to win my mate back—DON’T GO WASTING—”

“What mate?” You yanked the mic back while Floyd followed suit, though this time you kept both hands on. It became a tugging match as you both tried speaking into the mic before the other took it back.

“Goldfishie.” You could hear Riddle scream at that.

“Riddle’s not your mate! I’m your mate—” You snapped your mouth shut, the mic feedback and your last words echoing through the lounge, mocking you.

Floyd had a large, smug grin on his face, his sharp teeth gleaming under the bright lights of the stage. You were now very aware of the packed lounge, and of the students spectating.

The mic was slowly pulled back to Floyd, who gleefully asked “Oh~ Say that again?”

“Nuh-uh.”

You shook your head furiously, trying to pull back in order to run off and curl into a hole from embarrassment. Floyd’s grip on the mic and your hands tightened, preventing your escape.

“That’s fiiine,” Floyd pulled out a small device from his pocket, lightly tapping it on the mic. “I have it riiiight ‘ere.”

Suddenly, a recording of your voice looped into the mic:

“I’m your mate—I’m your mate—I’m your mate—”

He recorded it.

“Oh my god…” You looked at Floyd in horror, who was still grinning ear to ear, like a cat that got the mouse.

“HehehehehehahahAHAHA!” Floyd’s giggle turned into a cackle as he launched at you, mic and recorder abandoned on the floor. Between the ear-splitting squeal of the mic hitting the ground and a 6’2” man tackling you, there was little time for you to defend yourself as your lips clashed, teeth clattering against one another from the brute force.

His long arms wrapped themselves tightly around your waist, dipping you down dramatically as he broke your kiss to instead leave wet kisses on your cheeks, nose, forehead, and every other piece of skin not covered by clothes.

Ace and Cater’s cackles could be heard amongst the now growing laughter, whistles, and jeers of the crowd. You think you could even make out someone yelling at your two to get a room.

“—off the stage! Get off the stage, both of you!”

Ah, it was Azul. Who was stomping over the shoo you both off the stage, giving Floyd a particularly harsh whack on the head with his staff.

“Ow, fuck that hurt!” Floyd whined, scooping you up with his left hand and cradling you to his chest. “Cool it Azul, don’t harsh my vibe—”

“I don’t care! Go make out in your room! This is a lounge not a brothel!”

“Fiiiiiine,” Floyd adjusted his grip to instead throw you over his shoulder, amused by how limp you’d gone in his grasp. “Come on Shrimpy! I got something fun in mind~”

His sentence and teasing tone made you flush, images of you and him in bed flashing through your mind.

“W-wait, Floyd, what are we gonna do?”

“You’ll see, ahahahehe!” Floyd’s giggled echoed through the hallway as he quickened his pace. It was only a few minutes before you realized that you two had made it to the dormitory halls.

Floyd kicked open his door, the hinges squeaking from the force. He marched over to his bed, grabbing at your waist to no doubt throw you on it before pausing.

“Oh yeah.” Like a sudden realization hitting him, Floyd grabbed the corner of his bedsheets and shook them, clothing, books, and crumbs no doubtedly flying off.

Once satisfied, Floyd hummed and once again grabbed your waist, this time committing to throwing you on the bed, which bounced under you.

“AaaAaaAAAah—FLOYD!” You yelped, face turning redder as Floyd caged you to the bed. He looked at you with a hungry expression, licking his lips at the sight of you.

“Wait-wait Floyd, gimme a sec—” you stammered, crawling backwards until your back hit the headboard. “—this is all very very sudden, I—wait!”

Floyd crawled after you, trapping you with his long arms, leaning down until his lips were lingering over yours. You shut your eyes in anticipation, waiting for his hands to grab at your clothes and tear them off.

A soft, tender meeting of the lips. Floyd pressed his mouth against yours, swiping his tongue into your mouth, to which you returned with flustered confusion. The kiss was with such gentleness that you had to open your eyes to confirm that it was indeed Floyd kissing you.

Olive and yellow eyes were closed, a blissful smile on his lips as he broke your kiss, instead pressing almost chaste pecks to your cheeks, down, your neck, and over your shirt where your heart was beating away.

Floyd pressed his right ear to your chest, listening to the increasingly rapid pounding against your rib cage. His arms moved from trapping you against the bed to trapping you against his body, wrapping around your back and tightening while his lanky legs tangled between yours.

You weren’t sure what to do with your own hands, once he had settled laying on you. Hesitantly, you reached to lace them through his hair, pushing the strands back to get a better view of his peaceful face. Admittedly, seeing Floyd in such a state, blissful and sweet, was beautiful.

His smile grew slightly as you combed through his hair, nuzzling his nose into your chest. Into your heart really.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Floyd opened his yellow eye, gleaming at you in amusement. “I just wanted to cuddle, did ya have somethin’ else in mind? Haha!”

He moved to prop up his chin, smirking at you as he teased, “Didn’t think ya had sucha dirty mind, if you wanna ‘do it’, all you had to do was ask—”

You shoved his face back into your chest looking away in embarrassment, feeling his giggles vibrate through you.

“Shut up, ugh!” You pouted, grumbling, “You set me up! Ugh! How’d you even know that would work?”

“I heard you.”

“Huh?”

“Talkin’ to Lil Goldfishie,” Floyd moved so that instead of laying on top of you, he was curled into your side with his head nestled at the crook of your neck. “When you got the flower sickness.”

You looked at him with shock. That conversation with Riddle happened nearly three months ago in between classes.

Specifically, it happened a few weeks after winter break, when you were catching up Riddle to your “adventure” in Scarabia, after which small lavender roses started blooming along your freckles, their thorns scratching your skin.

“And then, he launched us waaaaaay into the desert!” You animatedly waved your arms around as you recounted your fiasco over winter break. “We were trapped, but then Kalim used his unique magic to fill a dry riverbed with water and then!”

Riddle raised a brow at you as you began gigging with a soft blush. “Jade and Floyd had to turn into their merforms, so me and Kalim had to hold on to his back, but when I wrapped my arms around his chest, and he held my hand to steady me! ”

Your friend rolled his eyes as you started to silently squealed in your seat, sighing.

“Are you going to finish? I have better things to do than listen to you babble about Floyd of all people. Honestly,” Riddle huffed, “I don’t understand what you see in that riffraff!”

“He’s not a riffraff!” You quipped, frowning as you crossed your arms. “He’s actually really sweet if you give him the time of day, Floyd just likes being able to have fun with others you know!”

“Even then, his mood swings don’t terrify you? He gets rather violent sometimes.” Riddle took a sip of his tea as you shook your head.

“No, I mean if you just go with the flow it’s fine, plus that just makes him more exciting to be around! Plus we’ve been getting closer ever since Azul’s overblot…”

You smiled softly as you looked down at your lap, fondness growing in your heart like blooms on a warm spring day.

“He can actually be quite sweet, once you get to know him…you just have to give him a chance.”

The two of you remained quiet, the only coming from the distant chatter of other students in the more populated areas of the guest lounge.

“I’m safe to assume then that he is the reason you’ve started sprouting the roses?”

Your soft pink blush deepened as you nodded, picking at the small flower that began blooming on your cheek.

“Yeah…”

“When will you confess, then?” You looked at Riddle in shock, who seemed confused at your distress. “What? It’s obvious that you have strong feelings for him, and even I notice how especially clingy he is around you.”

You shook your head, stuttering, “Well, yeah but that’s—”

“I’ve even heard him refer to you by name, he only does that with Jade and Azul you know?”

“You don’t understand Riddle.” You tried to interject, growing more flustered by the second. “I don’t think I could—”

Riddle continued, “As much as I disapprove, it does seem that you two genuinely bring out the best in each other, he does seem softer when you’re around—”

“Oh my—Riddle, stop—”

“—And you’ve gotten more outspoken, I remember how shy you were—”

“I’m begging you—”

“—Besides, according to the Queen of Heart’s rule number 478, any romantic feelings must be confessed approximately 12 days upon their discovery or the individual in question obligated to deny—”

“I said stop, Riddle!” You yelled at the top of your lungs before choking on rather large bouquet of lavender roses. Leaves and petals fluttered all around you as you continued to let out rough coughs, phlegm and saliva making a mess.

Your yell startled the red-head so much that he simply started at you with a red face and thinned lips, too shocked to properly yell back at you for raising your voice indoors.

Instead, he carefully placed his tea cup on the table between you two, folded his hands in his lap, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. You on the other hand, peaked around the dividers separating your nook from the rest of the lounge.

Ace and Deuce looked over in concern as you continued to cough out more roses, walking over before you shook your head and gave them a thumbs up before shooing them away and turning back to Riddle.

“...sorry Riddle.” You whispered, looking at him nervously. “I didn’t mean to yell, don’t be mad?”

“It’s…fine.” He replied with a strained voice, taking a final inhale before opening his eyes again and making eye contact. “You shouldn’t have yelled, and I shouldn’t have pushed.”

Riddle sighed, relaxing into the soft lounge chair. Though he would deny when asked, the chair that he helped you pick for the guest room was is favorite spot to sit in, as it surprising comfortable.

“May I ask why you refused? It’s quite obvious to anyone that you care for him immensely, for some forsaken reason, and I would even say it’s quite mutual.”

You avoided eye contact as he resumes sipping from his tea, a lemon tea with 2 sugar cubes for his post meal tea.

“Yeah…that’s what the other first-years say too. Even Jade’s been dropping hints on mer courtship gifts.”

“Then? What’s stopping you?

A pregnant pause was in the air as you open and closed your mouth, attempting to figure out what it was that scared you.

“What if…he gets bored?”

Riddle furrowed his eyebrows as he leaned in, barely able to hear you.

“What if he what?” He sighed, a bit irritated. “Speak up Prefect, I know you can, you just did earlier.”

You groaned out, “What if he gets bored with me? I’m fun and interesting now, yeah!”

Your friend watched, and you began pacing around the room, holding his head in his hand as he watched and listened to you vent.

“I’m just a silly little magicless human that got transported from another world! Big whoop! What happens when that novelty wears off? You've heard him, he only likes to do things that are fun and interesting to him, but I won’t always be fun and interesting, eventually he’ll get used to me and get bored.”

You turned to look at Riddle with a teary-eyed, but firm look. “He’s get bored and leave me. I can’t handle that! So I just won’t be with him. In fact, I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for him!”

Your voice began to crack as you stated your final sentence, snapping your mouth shut before you got begun crying. Riddle stood up and walked over to grasp your shoulders, looking at you with an understanding smile.

“The sort of person that would abandon a lover simply because they’re bored never deserved one in the first place.”

Riddle hummed in agreement as you sqeaked out a ‘really?’, giving you a soft pat on your shoulder.

“Of course, I can’t say I don’t understand your hesitance, Floyd is…Floyd, after all. However, he is not my friend, you are. If you choose to forfeit your right to confess, then so be it.”

You smiled as he dragged you back to your seats, giggling as he continued, “I personally would say it’s no lost on your part, he’s not exactly the most prime candidate for your life partner should you be stuck here in Twisted Wonderland, may I suggest one of the many more suitable providers?”

“Pfft-like who? You?” you cackled as Riddle looked at you in mild horror.

“Oh dear, of course not! I admire you as a friend, but I have much stricter standards for a partner.” He snapped his fingers in revelation. “Perhaps Ace or Deuce, you are rather close to them—”

“Ewwwww, pass. They’re like annoying brothers!”

Riddle snorted before covering it up with a cough. “True. Trey?”

“If you’re just going to suggest your dorm members, maybe we should switch the conversation to something else.”

“Well I think my dorm produces only the best and most gentlemanly mages of all of NRC, so excuse me if I’m simply trying to give you the best options!”

You and Riddle shared some laughter, a flash of teal catching the corner of your eye. But you saw nothing, so instead you focused back on Riddle as he began recounting his own winter break activities.

You remained quiet as you processed your thoughts, finding the lilac ceiling to be particularly interesting.

Floyd also stayed quiet, still curled into your side as he breathed in your scent. You’re sure that with all of the flowers you’d started coughing up in the last few minutes, you smelled strongly of the lavender roses.

“You know…I was gettin’ real mad when you wouldn’t confess to me.” Floyd whined, propping his head up with his hand to look at you and your pink face.

“I thought it would be nice to get a cute confession out of my little shrimp,” He pinched your nose and forced you to look at him. “It be real fun! Like those cringy romcoms landfolk like so much!”

You replied, nasally due to your pinched nose, “Wait, is that why Jade was telling me about mer courting methods?”

“Haha! Yeah, I was hopin’ that you’d bring me a pretty seashell or somethin’ cute so Icould make fun of ya for later.”

You let out an indigent huff, smacking Floyd’s hand away as he laughed.

“Really? So what made you change your mind?”

“Hearing ya talk to Goldfishie. It pissed me off that you’d think I’d toss you out like humans at sea with their trash.”

Floyd’s tone changed, looking visibly annoyed as he continued.

“Mers mate for life, and I wouldn’t choose someone I’d get bored with.” He sat up as his mood continued to sour. “It pissed me off, and it hurt, that my Little Shrimpy would think about me like that.”

“Oh, Floyd,” you sat up with him, guilt seeping in your bones as you looked at his angry face. Though, with the small tears forming in his eyes, Floyd looked more frustrated than anything.

“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t think—it didn’t occur to me that you felt the same—”

“Well I do, and it’s not fair to me that you wouldn’t even give me a chance.” The way Floyd said that so matter of factly made you snap your mouth shut again, looking down at your lap instead.

“I’m…sorry, Floyd. I wish I could make it up to you—”

Floyd interrupted, moody demeanor brightening suddenly. “No worries, I got just the solution!”

Crawling over back to you so that your back met the headboard again, Floyd grinned maliciously at your curled form.

“Say it.”

“Huh?”

“Say it. Those three little words.” Floyd held up three fingers to emphasize his point. “The ones that will make all those little flower go right away, the ones you need to say to me.”

You stiffened, leaning away from Floyd as he leaned in. “I don’t know if I can—”

“Say it, Y/N.” The use of your name startled your attention back to his face. He looked unusually serious, peering his heterochromic eyes into your own. If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve mistaken him for his twin.

You whispered, prolonging the inevitable, “What happened to Shrimpy?”

“Shrimpy was Shrimpy, but now your Y/N. And Y/N is Y/N…”

The two of you shared a smile as the distance between you two continued to close. You couldn’t remember what was so pressing earlier, why you were so anxious when the yellow eye of the man in front of you produced nothing but adoration from your heart.

“Please…” From the uncharacteristic soft murmur to the eyes darting down to your lips and back to your eyes, Floyd drew you back in with a hypnotic ease that only the most alluring of mythical creatures could even hope to imitate.

The two of you leaned in as you placed a hand on his chest, his own left hand coming to cradle your own.

You craned your head back to hover your lips under his, uttering the words you swore to never let leave your mouth.

“I-I…love you, Floyd Leech.”

A single lavender rose grew between your palms, as two longing hearts met as one.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst floyd #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #a floral inconvenience #big advocate for softie floyd leech #its what he deserves

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zorosdimples · 7 months

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CHAPPED

pairing ༄ kakashi x gn!reader

warnings ༄ slightly suggestive, reader and kakashi are in an established relationship, and there is an implied age gap. this is mostly fluffy fluff (who am i?)

word count ༄ 1129

notes ༄ happy belated birthday to the man who started it all! my first 2d love <3 dedicating this to my kakashi girlies: @honeylavendr, @strawberrystepmom, @purpleskyvenus @rookie98writes and @delirious-donna!

it’s late—too late to be up on a work night, you think as you glance out the window, curtains not yet drawn closed. the moon is suspended high in the black satin sky, countless stars twinkling in adoration, graced by her brilliance.

diffused lamplight and flickering candle flames illuminate your bedroom, their warmth bathing everything in a dusky orange. your nightstand acts as a makeshift workstation, tools at the ready: rose water spray, moisturizer, lip treatment, and a headband.

your boyfriend pads out of the bathroom shirtless, dark pajama pants slung dangerously low on his narrow hips. “all done,” kakashi announces before smoothing a large hand down your back and pressing his still-wet lips to your forehead.

“i told you to pat your skin dry after you washed your face,” you pout, wiping away the chilly droplets that prickle your skin in the wake of his kiss.

kakashi settles on the edge of your shared bed, feet firmly planted on the plush rug. when you first moved in with him, you insisted the rug would feel cozy under your feet on a cold morning—a stark contrast to the unforgiving hardwood floors of your apartment. as usual, you were correct.

your comfort is more important to kakashi than anything else; a truth he probably shouldn’t admit as hokage.

“i did my best, love,” he hums, pulling you in by the hips, lithe fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts to knead the supple flesh.

you grip kakashi’s strong shoulders to keep your balance, willing yourself not to melt into him, knees trembling as he nuzzles your neck. his day-old silvery stubble grazes your throat and sets your nerves afire.

“can’t we just go to bed?” he murmurs, chapped lips moving hotly against your skin. your pulse thrums under his heady breath.

“kashi, you promised,” you whine—overdramatic? yes, but you’re eager to pamper him. “the sooner you cooperate, the sooner this is over,” you tease, pushing yourself away from him to swipe something from the nightstand. the ninja cocks a pale eyebrow when he sees the headband: cheap and fuzzy with a pair of pink and black cat ears.

ridiculous.

“to keep your hair out of your face,” you explain with a mischievous smirk as kakashi rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, tolerating your antics. he opens his mouth to speak, but clamps it shut when you comb your fingers through his unruly hair, pushing the snowy mane out of his face. gently, you slide the headband in place. tufts of hair poke out in front of his ears, his expression that of a disgruntled cat.

your lighthearted giggle has his slate irises fixed on your carefree radiance as he prods (voice betraying his amusement), “what’s so funny?”

you shake your head and press a delicate kiss to his cheek before grabbing the rose water spray. “nothing. you just look cute.”

“i think you’re the only person who would describe me as cute,” he chuckles, sharp incisors glinting in the low light. you think of contesting his statement, but his naïveté is endearing.

at your instruction, kakashi’s eyelids flutter shut. you spritz the rose water onto his face, the refreshing mist coating his skin, beading on his ivory eyelashes and at his cupid’s bow. you then pop the lid off of your moisturizer bottle, pumping some of the product onto your fingertips.

kakashi doesn’t ask what all the steps mean, nor do you feel the need to explain. he has watched you do your skincare routine day and night more times than he can count. he knows each product you use by name, what purpose they serve, and the order in which they need to be applied. it’s not like you asked him to memorize all of this; it’s just a habit of his—soaking in every detail about you, what you care about, and what you do.

as you massage the buttery moisturizer into his skin, your boyfriend keeps his thoughtful gaze on you: the furrow of your focused brow, the way your front teeth catch your bottom lip, the slight flare of your nostrils. your touch is featherlight as you rub tender circles of the product all over his face, careful to not get too close to his eyes, taking it up to his hairline and down his neck.

satisfied with your work, you rub the remnants of the moisturizer into your hands. kakashi seizes the opportunity to pull you into his lap and guide your legs to wrap securely around his waist.

“what?” you squeak in surprise.

“what?” kakashi parrots back, drinking in the alluring metamorphosis of your features from shock to annoyance to amusement.

you cup his face—large in your soft embrace—admiring the beauty of the man you love. “your skin is perfect, it’s not fair,” you playfully huff, smoothing your fingertips across his high cheekbones and down the distinct cant of his nose.

kakashi barks out a laugh, falling on the sheets to his back. you follow his lead, leaning over him, hair framing you both in privacy. “i’m pushing forty, my love. my skin is nowhere near perfect.” one of his scarred palms cradles your head while the other traces down your bare arm to rest on your waist. “you have youth on your side,” he rumbles, uncharacteristically wistful.

he isn’t wrong. there’s the jagged scar that bisects his left eye, a sigil borne of recklessness. kakashi once lived as though he had no future; life was merely death’s antechamber—a brutal purgatory of violence and meaningless suffering. he lived with no regard of himself as a person, but rather as a vessel of retribution, a tool to be hidden in the shadows away from light and life.

now, kakashi has proof of life, etchings across his flesh to mark the passage of time: his gambles and failures, his missteps and wrongs. but as your fingers map the planes of his face—fair skin, sinuous veins, laughter lines, dappled moles—you realize that his supposed shortcomings only make him more perfect to you. he’s just a man, after all. he’s fallible and flawed but he’s yours.

“your lips are a little chapped,” you warble as you reach over to the nightstand. you open up the jar of your favorite lip treatment and scoop out some of the balm using your pinkie.

as you move toward his mouth, kakashi catches your wrist, pearly eyes ablaze. without breaking eye contact, he leads your hand to his face, guiding it so that the product on your finger spreads across his lips. when your wrist falls, he wraps you in his arms, any space between your bodies too much to bear.

“you need to rub the balm in,” you whisper.

“sure,” your lover sighs before smearing his lips against your own.

#idk how i feel about this tbh #i tried but i’ve spent too long agonizing over the details #it’s messy but hopefully? full of love #hbd to my first love #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #naruto x reader #kakashi fluff #naruto fluff #kakashi hatake fluff #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #naruto

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Catch Me If You Can 3/3

Mob!Bucky x Single mom Police officer reader

Warnings:

I really like this AU so while this is the final part, BUT I will write stuff for these two here and there (like the proposal and so much more I have in my head for them)

Part 1

Part 2

Your heart stopped as you stood near the door, hearing the conversation between your son and Bucky. The rest of what they were saying was drowned out with a dull buzz filling your ears, all your emotions coursing through your body all at once.

Dad.

A word Jordan had resented all is life, only associating the term with a man who wanted nothing to do with him. Dad meant loneliness, fear, abandonment, abuse.

Dad was something he never had an interest in.

No one you had ever dated in the past was worthy of being in Jordan’s life, something you put first whenever you went out. Not one person had made it even close to meeting him let alone standing in as a father figure to him. You soon accepted that your life would be just you and him until he grew up and had his own family as well.

But now?

Dad.

And Bucky, of all people.

You didn’t even realize tears were streaming down your face until you felt a drop slip onto your collarbone, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth and rushing to your bedroom, shutting the door. You buried your face in your hands, your heart twisting at the thought of how safe your son must have felt around Bucky. How he loved spending time with the mob boss, never wanting to leave, feeling like he was at home more and more each day.

He wasn’t the only one.

It wasn’t shock that Bucky felt.

It was pain.

Pain that he saw Jordan as his own but couldn’t take on that role.

Pain where whenever he spent time with either of you, he’d never want it to end, finding any excuse under the sun to get you to stay.

But how could he feel all that when you were both from two different worlds, one where the two couldn’t mix.

If only.

“I think you should ask mama bear how she’d feel about that” Bucky softly ruffled his hair while Jordan made a thinking face before nodding to himself. He was well aware that uncle Bucky wasn’t exactly in the all clear but he wasn’t blind either. You definitely used less no-no words when talking about Bucky. You’d mumble something occasionally, but he caught the little smile that graced your lips, often rolling his eyes when you’d try to wipe it off immediately after.

“I don’t think she wants to arrest you anymore but I can’t make any promises. Mommy takes her job very seriously” Jordan downed the rest of his juice while Bucky chuckled, nodding his head.

“Mama is very good at her job, she puts away the bad guys”

“But you’re a good guy” Jordan shrugged, continuing to work on his homework, hoping to revisit the topic later.

As soon as Jordan was ready for bed and tucked in, you went down to the kitchen for a late night snack, book in hand with your silk robe tied around your body. You figured everyone had gone to sleep, allowing yourself to lounge in something that made you feel good, the outfit on the racier side. You set your mug down on the marble counter top, popping a strawberry into your mouth and opening your book, too engrossed in the story to hear the footsteps that padded down the hall.

Bucky blinked as soon as he walked in the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks when his eyes fell on you. Wrapped in silk. Your lips stained with sweet berry juice. Your plush thighs on full display. In his kitchen. Where he could bend you over the counter-

He mentally flicked himself in the ear, letting out a cough to announce his presence, hoping some blood would flowback to his brain before you shot his dick off. Your eyes flicked up, your heart jolting at the sight of a very shirtless Bucky, his t-shirt slung over his shoulder, joggers riding low on his hips. Sweat glistened off his tan skin, the veins on his forearms prominent from the workout he just had.

“Thought everyone was asleep” You wrapped your roble a little tighter around yourself, ignoring the butterflies that rabidly bounced around your stomach, willing your eyes to look away from the dark trail of hair on his stomach that lead right down to his-

“Couldn’t sleep” Bucky broke you out of your filthy train of thoughts as he walked to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and debating on dumping it on his head to calm himself down. “I had an interesting conversation with the little one” He murmured, taking a swing from the water bottle, struggling to take his eyes off the way you fit so perfectly in his home, so pretty in silk, the type of thing he’d want to come home to everyday-

“I heard” You nodded, taking a long sip of tea, trying to calm your racing heart. Everything about him was perfect, except for the fact that his entire being was dedicated to a life of crime. While Jordan didn’t tell you about his request to call Bucky something different, he did talk your ear off about uncle Steve and Bucky’s motor bike collection. “Didn’t realize you’d all be so good with kids”

Bucky chuckled, equally surprised with himself over how easy it was for him to move with Jordan. It came naturally. He’d thought about having a family before but this was the first time he saw himself as a father-

Stop.

You’re not his dad.

“Again, I’m part of the mob sweets, not a monster. Family comes first”

You hummed, before continuing, “So how did that conversation go?”

“Asked him what his pretty mama would think” Bucky tossed you a charming smirk which you rolled your eyes to, biting down hard on your lip to keep from smiling.

“In those exact words Barnes?”

“It’s definitely what I was thinking” Bucky shrugged while you took another swing of tea to stifle a giggle. Neither of you said anything else, quietly continuing what you were doing unable to look each other in the eye. Jordan sat at the top of the stairs, smacking his forehead before trudging back to bed. Clearly he wasn’t the only one who adored his mommy.

Something about that night had changed things. You still maintained that the nature of your relationship was strictly because of Jordan's safety and nothing else. You’d even once jokingly cuffed Bucky, much to his surprise, his eyes growing wide when he found himself pinned against the wall, caught off guard with how swiftly you were able to hold him down.

He felt goosebumps erupt over his skin when you teasingly whispered his rights before uncuffing him and twirling the metal in your hands. Jordan found it hilarious, while Bucky was left a babbling mess, insisting he let you arrest him and that you’d never actually be able to disarm him so easily if he fought back.

In fact, he even insisted you try again.

And again.

Steve once had to slowly pull Jordan away, distracting him with another kinder egg, worrying your latest arrest would turn into something else, watching Bucky’s pupils dilate with the clink of the cuffs wrapping around his wrist. He also noticed the way you smirked, your hands lingering on him for longer than necessary for a lawful arrest.

“You like my mom”

Bucky’s eyes shot up, staring at the little thing that was sprawled out on the office floor, putting together Lego’s, the mop of dark hair popping up and staring directly at him.

“What?”

“You like mommy, your face does that pink thing whenever your near her, even when she tries to put you in jail. Have you no shame”

Steve cackled from the corner, while Bucky stood like a fish gaping out of water, his cheeks blushing heavily again.

“You’re doing it right now” Jordan narrowed his eyes while Bucky helplessly tried to make his face less pink, the color only getting worse. “You like her”

Well, the little devil spawn wasn’t wrong, there was no doubt Bucky was harboring a school boy crush on you, growing worse each day.

“And she likes you” Jordan stated, “so what are you going to do about it” He set down the Lego pieces and crossed his arms over his chest, making it clear he wasn’t going to let Bucky weasel his way out of this. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, realizing he hadn’t been as subtle as he thought while your son continued to stare at him.

“J, it’s complicated, it’s hard for your to understand- your mom- and me- she-”

“I’m sure it takes a real Sherlock to understand why mommy doesn’t want to date her sworn enemy” Jordan dead panned, giving Bucky another pointed look, not needing anyone to break down for him why there was so much unspoken tension between you two.

His mom was a police officer.

She followed the rules.

She respected the law.

Bucky didn’t follow the rules.

The law meant nothing to him.

You weren’t exactly a match made in heaven.

But Jordan wasn’t blind to the way you also got giggly around Bucky no matter how hard you tried not to. It wasn’t often he saw his mama looked so happy and relaxed. If his favorite new uncle made you swoon, who was he to stand in the way of true love and getting a new daddy.

“You like her. She likes you. Right?”

“Okay so it’s not complicated” Bucky huffed while Jordan nodded, expecting uncle Bucky to walk over to you right that instant and profess his feelings out in the open. “But I don’t think I fit into her life like that though kid” He tried but Jordan wasn’t having any of it.

“Ugh, but she has no life!" Jordan rolled his eyes while Steve wheezed, watching Bucky single handedly get taken down by someone that was a quarter of his size. “All she used to do is work and help me with homework and complain about you” He got up from his place on the floor and sat in the office chair opposite to Bucky. “And she still complains about you but now she giggles in between and she doesn’t call you that word that rhymes with mother tucker”

“What does she call me now” Bucky’s curiosity piqued while Jordan scrunched his nose.

“Welllll, why don’t’cha get yourself arrested again and see what she says” He kicked his feet innocently, looking at the mob boss in the eye, “Uncle Steve, he’s blushing again” Jordan shot out an accusatory finger while Steve howled, giving your son a high five.

“That’s my little man, you tell him”

“I’m trying to but he’s still sitting here drinking expensive spicy apple juice”

“You know too much for your age” Bucky rubbed his temples, torn between what his next steps would be and actually considering Jordan’s advice to have you cuff him.

What he wouldn’t do to have your hands on-

“You don’t know enough” Jordan countered, plucking the juice box he left on the table, taking a long sip, happy to have his uncle Steve as an ally.

All it took was a threatening phone call from your ex’s sister for Bucky to get you to stay even longer on his insistence. He didn’t care that she lived in an entirely different continent or that she was a delusional loon; he’d use any excuse possible to keep you near by.

“James, she lives in another country-

“Doesn’t matter”

“I’ve already stayed a month!”

“Stay another”

“But-

“No”

You didn’t like that your feelings were getting harder and harder to contain, your moral compass going haywire, trying to figure out what to do. Seeing Bucky with Jordan pained you the most. Your baby boys eyes would light up as soon as he’d hear the mob boss walk through the door, your heart swelling each time you saw Bucky parading around the house, carrying him on his shoulders. Steve, Sam and Peter didn’t help either, the three of them taking care of Jordan just as much as you did when they weren’t off on illegal shady antics, their line of work as wholesome and innocent as your son when he claimed he only had one kinder egg.

Bald faced liars, all of them.

You felt loved, safe and alone at the same time, conflicted over which direction to follow, your heart screaming to just look the other way at the wrong things he did. But that wasn’t the job. That wasn’t what you stood for. You took an oath to protect innocent lives and accepting full on gang activity didn’t align with that.

Did it?

Though Jordan wasn’t having any of it either, noticing more and more tension building between the both of you, more longing glances and lingering touches each time you were near one another.

If neither of you were going to do anything about it, he’d have to take matters into his own little hands.

Like tonight.

You found it strange that Jordan had insisted on only going out with Steve, Sam and Peter, your little one usually following Bucky around the most. He insisted he was perfectly fine with only going with these three, also throwing in that uncle Bucky was very very busy with lots of meetings, therefore couldn't join them for the movie they were going to see. You were hesitant at first but he gave you little room for argument.

“Jordan, the screen here is literally bigger than the movie theater anyway-

“But moooommy, pleeaaseeee?” He gave you his best puppy eyes and pout, something he seemed to perfect from his latest idol, jumping on you when you finally agreed, though not trusting why Sam, Steve and Peter looked equally giggly and guilty. They left for the day, giving you a night to relax in the quiet mansion.

You decided to pamper yourself, taking advantage of the large tub in the guest bathroom, filling it up with essential oils and bath salts, letting out a content sigh feeling the hot water ease your muscles. You stayed there till the water felt cold, rinsing off and toweling off. You moisturized and slipped on one of your nicer silk robes, figuring you could wear your pj’s later when you actually went to bed.

Not like anyone was home now anyway.

You went down to the kitchen to grab some tea before heading back to your room, curious to find the office door cracked open; typically closed when Bucky was working.

Was he working?

“I see you’re busy” You poked your head into Bucky’s dimly lit office to find him lounging with a book, sipping on dark amber liquid, wearing a soft tshirt and joggers, clearly the opposite of busy with lots and lots of meetings.

You’d have a word with your little one later.

“Where did everyone go” Bucky cocked an eyebrow at the surprisingly silent house, mentally holding himself back as you stepped into his office in your robe again, desperately wanting to pounce on you. his eyes lingered on you, swallowing thickly noting he couldn’t see your sleep shorts from under the robe, were you wearing nothing underneath-

“My baby was an angel before he met you” You shook your head at your sons sneaky work of finding a way to get you and Bucky together alone. “He said you were busy today and then took off with your henchmen, they’ve been out for hours”

“Smart kid” Bucky snorted, secretly proud of the little mob boss in the making, though you’d probably serve his head on a platter if you heard his thoughts. “Want a drink?” He held up his glass, getting up to grab you one as well, dropping a few ice cubes in the crystal.

You bit your lip as you approached him, hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell you felt like you had been doused in lava, your heart beating a mile a minute with the thick tension that hung in the air. A drink meant nothing; he offered it to you because he was polite. You’d have your drink and then your ass right back to your room because if you waited there a second longer, with him in those fitting sweats-

“You look very busy yourself, officer” Bucky cocked an eyebrow, nodding at your clothing, or lack thereof, shamelessly letting his eyes wander up and down your body while he handed you the glass, clinking it with yours before taking a long drag.

“Hmm, took advantage of the peace and quiet and clawfoot tub” You licked the drop of whiskey that clung to your lips, letting the burn distract your brain yelling at you to run while your heart wrapped bricks around your ankles, keeping you in place. “It was nice. I’ll miss it when we go back home”

You threw the last bit out there as a reminder for yourself; none of this was forever. All good things would have to come to and end at some point. Bucky felt his stomach drop at the thought; each day he’d find any excuse he could to have you stay just one extra day.

Just one extra day to bicker with you.

One extra day to spend with the little one.

One extra day to get on your nerves.

One extra day to spend with the family he’d always thought he’d have one day.

“You don’t have to go any time soon” Bucky whispered, unsure if he wanted you to hear those words, taking a step closer to you, “Stay...a little longer?”

“You say that a lot, I might just end up staying forever” You let out a breathless laugh, feeling the warmth of the alcohol relax your muscles, giving into the pull you felt towards him.

“Would that be so bad?” He smirked but the inside of him was on his knees, begging for a chance, just one.

“It-it would-” you couldn’t find the words, stumbling over them, getting lost in the baby blues gazing down at you, his eyes darting between yours and your lips. You didn’t realize you were leaning in, your body following what it needed, morals and ethics be damned.

“I know its not just me” Bucky whispered, hesitantly putting his hand on your waist to pull you closer, wanting to feel your soft lips on his, hug you and cuddle you, make you his. He didn’t want just one night, he wanted this for life. “Tell me you feel the same way”

You felt your throat tighten, your body tensing in his hold as he rested his forehead against yours, your nose bumping against his. He held you even closer to him, your hands gripping onto his shirt feeling his warm breath gently fan onto your face, his lips just brushing against yours, just as soft as you’d imagined they’d be. You nearly gave into him, pulling away at the last second, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“What’s wrong, doll”

“We can’t-” You shook, hanging your head, overwhelmed over what all of this entailed, what this would mean to you, what you would do if this didn’t work, your baby boy came first-

“We can” Bucky cupped your cheeks, breaking you away from your spiral, swiping away the tears that fell, “We can baby, I promise we can”

“How- how do we make this work James, we come from two different worlds” You tried to reason with him but again this was more to yourself; how could you drop your entire life for this, risk everything for something so uncertain even though your heart yearned for it.

“Princess, I will show you everything, every damn thing under my name, I know it’s not perfect, but just let me show you. All of it. No secrets from you, not one. I promise, I won’t hurt you, not your baby, I care about you. I care about you both”

“James-”

“Just give me a chance” His grip around your waist tightened, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close, bringing one hand to cradle your face, tilting it to look up at him. “C’mon sweets, you’ve been chasing after me for ages” He smirked against your lips, kissing them softly. “Now you got me”

“Then we take things slow” You stated firmly, pressing your finger into his chest, “and no funny business Barnes” You swatted his hand away when he trailed them to the hem of your robe, brushing your bare thigh making goosebumps erupt all over your skin. He chuckled at the pointed look you gave him, trying and failing at hiding how turned on you were. “And Jordan can’t know yet” His face softened, nodding in agreement, understanding where you were coming from.

“Just me and you” He kissed you again, gentle and sweet, a promise of taking things your way, baring his heart and soul to you in any way you asked. It didn’t matter how badly he wanted to claim you in every way, make you his at the alter if you let him, be a daddy to your baby boy. He’d wait as long as you needed.

“Just me and you”

Steve and Sam had easily put two and two together as soon as they got back home, noting their boss was smiling like an idiot to himself most of the time, a stark contrast from his signature grumpy scowl. They never said anything, but they did pride themselves as being part o the reason this happened; after all they were the ones who conspired with your little one to get you two alone.

If Bucky was sweet before, he was tooth rottingly adorable now but only when it was just the two of you. You didn’t dare breathe a word to Jordan, not wanting to give him false hope if things didn’t work out. Truthful to his word, he came clean about everything. With each of his confessions, the world turned into different shades of grey instead of black and white.

Nothing he did was legal.

Nor was it hurting those who were innocent.

Your dead beat of an ex had a clean criminal record and was a standup citizen until it came to being a father and decent human being. Your son hardly thought twice about him. Bucky had killed more people than fingers on your hands but Jordan adored him.

When it was just the two of you, Bucky turned into a teddy bear, constantly kissing and hugging you, romantic as ever when he got the chance. He’d send the cooks away so he could make dinner, run you a bath when you had a long day, massage your feet while you sat on his desk in his office. He’d be on calls, the phone resting between his shoulder and ear while his calloused fingers would work at your toes, gently rubbing and pressing the aches out, before massaging up your calves. As soon as you heard the patter of little feet down the hall, you’d hop off and slink away, hiding the smile on your face when your son would take your place instead, plopping himself in Bucky’s office noting he was blushing again for some reason.

You still hadn’t been intimate with him yet. As much as he wanted you, Bucky didn’t let you feel an ounce of pressure, no matter how badly he wanted to love on you completely and show you exactly how much he adored you in the closest way possible. He relished in every second he got to spend with you, especially the select nights he got alone with you.

Like tonight.

“Promise you’ll try and be nice to Uncle Bucky?” Jordan cocked his head with hopeful eyes, still hoping his ship would sail of getting you both together. Thus far, nothing seemed to have changed and his hopes were starting to drop. “Please?”

“I’ll try” you giggled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before he slipped into the dark SUV with Bucky’s side pieces in tow, Sam, Steve and Peter all grinning widely for a boys trip over the weekend. “No promises though baby”

“Yeah officer, play nice with our boss” Steve winked while Sam cackled, closing the door and revving off, leaving the large mansion absolutely empty. The cleaning staff, gardeners s and cooks had been given the weekend off along with a generous bonus to keep them away for a few days. You slipped into one of Bucky’s t-shirts which hung loosely on you, not bothering to wear anything else underneath. You inhaled the soft scent of the fabric, his cologne and something distinctly him lingering on the fabric making you feel warm and fuzzy. The sound of keys hitting the keyboard carried through the hall; Bucky typing away at his computer but you couldn’t help wanting to be wrapped up in his arms, quietly peeking into his office and padding over to him.

“My pretty girl” He cooed, scooping you in his arms while you curled up on his lap, playing with his chains as he continued to work. “You miss me, baby?”

“You wish” You bit your lip, playfully rolling your eyes, knowing damn well you had missed him like crazy after he holed himself up with work business. “Don’t flatter yourself”

“You’re the one slinking around me, kitten” Bucky tilted your chin up pecking a tiny kiss on your nose, making you giggle. “C’mon, I wanna cuddle with my girl” He murmured in your ear making you shiver. He held you to his chest as he picked you up and carried you over to his room, setting you down on his bed before walking over to the closet and slipping on some sweats. He didn’t bother with a shirt, striding with his grey joggers riding low around his waist, giving you a pretty view of his Adonis belt, pointing straight to his-

“Angel” He crawled on top of you, humming at the feeling of your soft body under his, peppering kisses from your neck to your jaw, eventually pressing them against your lips. The kiss started soft and slowly, gradually getting more heated when you grazed his scalp with your nails, gasping at the feeling of his erection pressing against your clothed core. You instinctively moved your thighs further apart, granting him more access to rut against you, panting each time he groaned, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

He didn’t pull away until he needed air, his warm breath fanning against your face, hearts beating erratically. This had been the closest you’d ever been with each other, your thighs gently squeezing around his waist, making him thrust against you, drawing a out a moan. Bucky lost himself for a moment, gently caressing his thumb on your cheek, the other hand cradling your head, his large frame keeping you safely tucked underneath him, hidden from the rest of the world.

Exactly what he wanted.

Safe in his arms.

“Do you want this?” Bucky stopped what he was doing to check on you, his hand still softly stroking your skin. “We can stop, we don’t have to do this tonight-

“Don’t stop” you whispered, pulling him back, your arms clinging around his shoulders, eyes pleading for him to do something.

“I’ve wanted this for so long baby” He sat back on his heels, toying with the hem of your tshirt, his thick cock straining against painfully against his sweats. “Can I?” He waited for your permission before carefully removing your top off and ridding himself of his sweats and boxers, desperately just wanting to feel your bare skin against his. You felt too needy, too desperate for him, whining when he pulled away to settled between your legs, pressing a delicate kiss to your inner thigh.

“Just want you James, please?” You pouted, feeling empty when his leaky cock was right there, though his sinful mouth was tempting.

“Just one taste, angel?” He begged, inching down to your soaked pussy, spreading your folds apart before sealing his lips around your swollen clit, his eyes rolling back at the way your legs suffocated him.

“J-James” You moaned out, your hand going down to tug at his roots, grinding your pussy on his face, his groans adding vibrations to your sensitive nub. He felt greedy, burying his tongue deep in your cunt, lapping and drinking every drop your body was willing to give, his arms coming up to hold your legs apart, his head shaking side to side. He sucked and licked until you were a babbling mess, clawing at his shoulders to pull him back on top of you, bucking your hips up against his thick hard length.

“What do you need, pretty baby” Bucky cooed, soothing your whimpers with his cock rubbing through your folds, hushing you gently.

“Want you James, please?”

“I got you sweets, don’t worry, you ready?” He kept his eyes locked with yours, holding still until you nodded, the blunt tip of his cock pushing into your pulsating entrance.

“Oh fuck-” You cried at the way his girth started to fill you, your pussy tightly hugging his cock, a gentle delicious burn radiating through your lower half, stretching open for him. “Baby-”

“Shhhh” Bucky continued to slowly inch inside you, pressing soft kisses along your neck, his body weight resting on top of you, “It’s just me sweets, just your Bucky”

“Fuck, Bucky” Your nails dug into his shoulders, nearly breaking the skin, hissing at the way you could almost feel him in your belly.

“Breathe, Its just you and me baby, just you and me, yeah?” He kissed your temple, feeling just as desperate and needy as you, his cock throbbing at the way it felt to hold you, kiss you, feel all of you, be inside you.

“Just-just you and me” You whispered, clinging onto his body as he continued to press into you, groaning at the way your pussy fluttered around him, pulling him deeper.

“Thats my good girl” His large hand held your thigh up higher on his waist, fully sheathing himself inside you. Bucky panted against your neck in an attempt to calm himself down, feeing his balls already pulling towards his body, his cock thumping, ready to blow. He started with slow languid thrusts, savoring the pretty moans you made for him, your softness connected to him.

“Such a pretty mama” His lips brushed against yours, loving the soft touch of your skin, his hands feeling every inch of your body. He sat back on his heels, keeping his cock deep inside you, groaning at the sight of your body on full display just for him, your lip caught between your teeth, feeling hot under his intense gaze.

“Fuck- Fuck right there baby, please, right there!” You sobbed in pleasure as Bucky moved your thighs up, practically folding you in half, hitting an even deeper angle, rubbing perfectly at your gspopt. “Don’t-don’t stop-”

“I won’t stop, mama” He traced the delicate lines of stretch marks that were scattered across your lower belly and thighs, evidence of the sweet baby boy your body had given you, the boy he also now grew to love. “Wanted to make love to you for so long baby. wanted you to feel how much I care about you, make you feel so good” Bucky’s emotions were all over the place, feeling pleasure and love for you at an all time high.

His eyes were locked at there the two of you connected, snapping his hips forward, watching your tummy bulge with each thrust, cream covering the trimmed curls at his base. Your broken moans spurred him off, collapsing on top of you with your legs slung over his shoulders, his cock impossibly deep. His hands snaked up to pin your arms above your head, your fingers intertwined with his, keeping you completely surrendered to him.

“I love you” He whispered, voice thick with emotion, foreheads pressed together, not a single part of your body not touching his. “and everything you brought into this world”

“I-I love you” You half sobbed and stuttered out, eyes rolling back feeling him work his hips faster, pushing you against the pillows and pounding you into the mattress. “FUCK-JAMIE-THERE-R-RIGHT-TH-THERE”

“S’that your spot babygirl? Right there, huh angel, god you make me wanna blow, you sound so pretty with my cock in you” Bucky groaned, no longer able to hold back, moaning along with you, the sound of skin slapping on skin growing faster and louder. “Fuck-cum baby, cum on this dick, cum on my dick, s’all yours angel, give me that cream”

“YES-YES-OH-Jamiee!” Your back bowed, legs shaking and trembling as your orgasm started to pulse, waves of please growing more and more intense as he fucked you through your high. Your greedy pussy sucked him in deeper, pulling him closer and closer.

“Yeah, m’your Jamie baby” Bucky let out a soft chuckle at the new name you’d given him, one only you’d ever be able to use. It got him off more, his pace losing rhythm, his own climax just at the edge. “Just your Jamie angel, only for you, fuck baby, m’gonna cum for you, all this is for you” He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, moaning loudly and nipping against your skin as he started to pump you full of his cum, giving you sloppy thrusts, making sure you were filled with every drop.

You cooed and rubbed his body while he panted, his cock slowly beginning to soften, tucking himself further into your hold. You smiled at how soft and loving he was in that moment, pressing a delicate kiss to his forehead, his blue eyes peering up at you at the feeling of your lips.

“Look at my pretty girl being all sweet on me” He grinned, yelping at the pinch you gave to his side.

“Don’t make me cuff you, Barnes” You huffed while pink dusted his cheeks at the thought, his mind now going other places.

“Threatening me with a good time, sweetheart?” He smirked, wrapping his arms around you and rolling over, pinning you back against the mattress again, this time his hands locking around your wrists. “S’that what you want pretty girl? To have my in cuffs? Do everything you ask? Be a good girl for me and I’ll let you have your way with me one day officer”

“Be a good girl for you?” You smirked, wrapping your legs around his waist, bucking your hips up against his sensitive cock, making him hiss, nipping your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whimper.

“Careful babygirl, don’t forget who you’re in bed with” His lips continued to brush against you, grazing your skin down to your collar bone. “Let me remind you, sweets”

As soon as the boys were back, Jordan ran full speed to you, jumping in your arms first, talking your ear off about all the ridiculous antics he had done with Steve, Sam and Peter. You huffed, playfully rolling your eyes while keeping him on your hip, before setting him down on his feet and instructing him to wash up so he could tell you everything properly over dinner. Jordan clung onto you for just a second longer, he could’ve sworn there was a faint scent of cologne that clung onto you, one just like-

While you were entranced with your little one, Bucky was entranced with you. Effortlessly swaying with your baby who was clearly not exactly a tiny baby anymore, the scrunch on of your nose when you smiled around him, the way your eyes sparkled. Jordan ran up two steps at a time to shower as fast as humanly possible while Bucky snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled you to his chest, his sneaky hands pawing at your hips, slipping up your shirt.

“You’re such a milf” Bucky smirked while you gasped, smacking his chest, eyes darting around the room to see if anyone heard.

“Bucky” You hissed, squeaking, your face growing hot when he hugged you tighter, burying his face into your hair.

“It’s true though princess, God damn” He kissed up the side of your neck, “Such a pretty mama, can’t help it”

“Yeah, well your little side kick is going to want to tell you all about the weekend” You giggled, wiggling out of his hold and walking off to the kitchen to get dinner started while Bucky hummed, making his way to the office. Jordan scrubbed himself down within seconds before rushing back down to tell you everything, eyeing you curiously while you set his plate in front of him.

“Isn’t that Uncle Bucky’s shirt?” He pipped up, with owlish eyes, waiting for your asnwer.

“Oh-so it is” You looked down at the black tshirt you were wearing, one that went to the middle of your thighs. “Uh-Must’ve gotten mixed up in the laundry” You shrugged, hoping he wouldn’t ask anything else.

As if you’d ever get so lucky.

“But it’s so big on you-”

“Tell me about your weekend baby” You cut him off while Jordan narrowed his eyes at you accusingly, deciding he’d have better luck elsewhere instead of prying with you. He gave you his best summarized version before running back upstairs and taking his designated spot beside Bucky (going to the fridge first to grab himself some juice).

“Mommy was wearing your shirt” He stated, inching closer to Bucky, noting the way the Mob bosses’ eyes grew wide, his cheeks blushing deeply, crawling down his neck and up to his ears.

“I-Uh-Oh-”

Not once had Jordan ever see Bucky get flustered except when it involved you, his hopes growing high again, also why did Bucky smell like your shampoo-

“Maybe-maybe it got switched in the laundry?”

“You never do laundry, the cleaners do”

“They were away this weekend, J”

“So it was just you and mommy”

“Yup”

“Whatcha do”

“......work”

“What did mommy do”

“....laundry?”

“The whole weekend?”

“Yup”

“You smell like her”

*silence*

*Blushing intensifies*

*Little shy smile creeps on Bucky’s face*

“Did you finally tell mommy you like her? Oh God, you’re pink again” Jordan sat right up, eyes wide with anticipation while Bucky bit his lip before answering.

“I did”

“So...”

“So?”

“Can I call you dad, now?” Jordan’s voice was a whisper again, the confidence he had all this time turning into nervousness, playing with his fingers, avoiding Bucky’s eyes. Bucky felt his heart melt, pulling him onto his lap, pressing a gentle kiss to his head, the little one curling himself up slightly, still looking at his hands. Bucky felt warmth all over, thinking back to a conversation he had with you a little while ago, just before Jordan had came home, one that would stick with him for the rest of his life.

“Are you sure this is what you want” You asked hesitantly, toying with the hem of your pj’s while Bucky tilted your face up to look at him, hearing the anxiety in your voice.

“What do you mean?” “It’s not just me Bucky, it’s both of us” You whispered, wondering if Bucky fully understood what he was signing up for. “I-I don’t want you to ever feel like-like he isn’t yours. I know he’s not and I know you care about him but I’m scared you’ll want us now and then later you won’t-” Bucky softly pressed his finger to your lips, silencing you, not willing to hear another word.

“Where is this coming from” He held you closer while you nervously chewed your lip.

“I’m a single mom. My job isn’t the most attractive. I’m not the first person people line up to date. I didn’t do any of this for so long because I’m terrified anyone that comes into my life will leave and I can’t do that to Jordan-”

“That’s my baby now too” His hands held your cheeks firmly, each of his words coming straight from his soul. “I want to be there for him sweetheart, if you’d let me. If you ever want me out, I won’t .Just say the word, I’m here”

“It’ll be a lot Bucky”

“What haven’t I seen yet, baby” Bucky shrugged while you began to list reasons. “Sometimes he’s moody”

“So is his mommy-OW”

“Sometimes he can have a temper-Don’t you dare say it”

“Occasional picky eater”

“He’s still learning how to multiply”

“He’ll be a teenager in a few years”

“He’ll want to drive the SUV”

“He’ll want to try the spicy apply juice”

“He thinks your a hero”

“You’ll be there?”

“I’ll be there”

“S’that what you want?” Bucky decided to ask Jordan one more time, giving your baby the choice to take it back if it wasn’t something he was sure about but your son eagerly nodded, his face splitting into a grin. He leapt off the sofa sprinting off down the hall, his voice echoing through the mansion.

“MOMMY, DADDY SAID I COULD CALL HIM DAD. UNCLE STEVE, OUR PLAN WORKED”

“You went from trying to stick him in prison to life to being stuck with him for life, how the turn tables”

You groaned, doing a terrible job and hiding the smile that crept on your face, your partner waving to the black SUV that was parked outside, waiting for you while you packed your things for the end of the day.

“Just to be clear, we’re no longer trying to arrest him right? You looooove him” You threw a pad of sticky notes at your partners head while she cackled, green eyes twinkling.

“Shut up, Romanoff”

“Set me up with his cute best friend, that blonde cutie sitting in the front seat” She cocked an eyebrow while you snorted, nodding to your boss as he walked by your desk.

“Took you long enough” Your boss playfully rolled his eyes, sending you a wink before making his way to his office. You smiled at the pretty blue eyes that watched you as you walked over, holding the door open and closing it for you, lips all over your face as soon as the locks clicked shut.

“Have a good day at work, officer?” He chuckled, pulling you to his lap, nuzzling into you while you sighed contently, tossing your gun and badge aside, melting into Bucky’s arms. You giggled at the glitter that was dusted into his hair after he spent the previous night helping Jordan with a school project, ruffling your hands through his soft locks, pulling him down for a long kiss. “Let’s go home”

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luvsatorus · 10 months

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summary: you tease satoru in public, afab!reader, nsfw

contents: dom! satoru, jjk universe, aged up minors (jjh), public, fingering, oral (f!recieving), dumbification, lots of pet names, dacryphilia, biting

word count: 1.9k

part one

"we're leaving now," satoru stands up abruptly. the sudden movement causes his long legs to knock the underside of the shared table, the cups threatening to spill liquid. the people housing at the table all snapped their head towards satoru who was avoiding eye contact with the members at the table. "uh are you alright satoru?" suguru asked, with slight concern but attempted to laugh off his nerve. it was very out of character to see satoru so bothered infront of everyone. "yes, i just remembered that y/n and i had some things we needed to take care of back home" a small smile threatened to appear on your face before keeping the stoic one on, "oooh yeah! silly us, sorry to leave to so suddenly, you know how toru gets about unfinished business" you gently stood up and slipped from the table, directly contrasting from satoru's harsh one. a small look of relief was found on the others as you noticed their shoulders rest. "ooh okay, you two can sort it out quickly" yuji mentioned as satoru placed a 20 on the table to pay for any drinks you two had previously gotten that night.

for the past hour you had rubbing and palming poor satoru under the table. while everyone had been laughing and drinking, satoru was grumbling, shooting threats at you. "y/n stop it," but you didnt even glance back at him and just continued to softly palm over his growing bulge, "and so what happened then?" you exclaimed over to the excited blush colored hair boy in front of you. "it was fucking crazy, that curse was massive and ended up staining my brand new clothes" the boy slumped down a bit in mourning over his former cloths. you felt writhing from under your hand, "you better fucking stop brat" your boyfriend mutters, but you choose to play a little demon, and ignoring him and putting more pressure and even cradling the imprint on his pant. "well thats what you get for not wearing your uniform while exorcising a curse dumbass" a spiky raven hair boy monotonedly said as he took another drink of his spiked beverage. the boy frowned, "i wasn't even on duty! it wasn't my fault the world needed saving at an inconvenient time" he ended up muttering the last bit to himself.

you gave a soft laugh as you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist, satoru's hand gripping the side of your right thigh. "what do you think youre doing bunny" you loved the way how small you fit in his arm, his arms being able to completely wrap around you and his hand reaching to rest in your inner thigh, softly kneading at the plush skin under them. you had been wearing a soft flower dress and made you look like angelic. his hand softly pushed the flowy fabric up where you felt his large hand move up and down your thigh, threatening to giving you the same treatment you had been giving him for the past hour. you looked back at your handsome man behind you. his small black glasses hanging lowly on his nose bridge, his cerulean eyes threatening you with lust and desire. "having fun with our friends, silly" you whispered and gave him an innocent smile as you fiddled with the button of his black jeans, quickly popping them open. a small smirk appeared on his face as he announced that the two of you would be departing.

the moment the two of you got home, the inner door of your shared home was met with you back, your neck with satoru's lips. a uncontrolled moan slipped from ur lips and your hands tangled with the silky white hair ontop of tall sorcerer in front of you, his hands gripping the underside of your knees, forcing them to wrap around his slim waist. the new postion, forced the dress you were wearing to be hiked up to pool around your waist. "you think youre so funny, dont you brat?" his hands harshly squeeze the plush of your ass before raking them under your dress to pull at the lacey black thong that hug your hips, only to let the string snap back at your sensitive skin. resulting in a light gasp to leave your blushed lips. you could feel the venom of his words against the skin of your neck as he ruthlessly sucked and bite at the surface. the aggression forcing purple marks to be left in trade. "i have no idea what youre talking about" you breathlessly said with a smile on your face as satoru pushed you harder against the hard door behind you two. he grind his hips into yours, the roughness of the denim rubbing at the wetness of your covered cunt. you whimpered and you placed your forehead on satoru's shoulder. "so youre telling me you cant recall teasing me for over an hour under the table with your pretty hands?" satoru presses his clearly hard cock onto you, grinding the two clothes together, ensures to stain your juices on him. he loved the way you left your desire on him and how often he needed to make runs to the store to buy new ones. you whimper as you shake your head no as you grind your hips into his craving for friction. "use your mouth pretty girl before i use it for something else," he threatens, youre tempted to not say anything in hope satoru would shove his cock down your throat. but you know better than to tease him anymore than you have, "oh that? i was just having fun" you giggle as you grind deeper into him, causing a growl to leave satoru, "you know i fucking hate it when you play smart with me like this, you brat" you let out a loud gasp as you hear the fabric of your pretty white dress being ripped open from the front and satoru using one of his hands to pull down at your bra, resulting in your tits spilling from their confinements. his mouth latched onto the plump mounds before suckling on the peaks. his tongue swirled around your nipples before swiping his tongue flat across them, causing flurries of moan to leave your mouth. satoru always knew how to use his tongue to please you in every way. "m-my dress," you said in a mindless frown. "i'll buy you a new one, i promise pretty." he said with your tits muffling his sound as he glanced up at you through his frothy white lashes, his glasses still hanging lowly from his nose.

he wasted no more time getting you from the front door to your shared bedroom where he threw you onto the lush mattress, ripping the remains of your dress off of you, onto the floor where they belonged. he rushed out of the remains of his own clothes, finally tossing his dark shades onto the shared piled on already forgotten clothes. his toned slim body, you always found it funny how perfect his body remained despite dealing with multiple life-threatening curse everyday. i guess you can thank the limitless once again for not only keeping your boyfriend alive, but also looking fucking delicious for you. satoru laughed before leaning down to crash his lips onto yours "you just love staring at me dont you baby" he mumbled against the wetness of your tongue. you aggressively and dumbly nodded as you moaned into his mouth. he ran the softness of his tongue along the bottom of your lip, taking the plump flesh between his teeth where he sank them, pulling at them a little. "of course i would when youre just so pretty toru" you spoke in a pout after he released your lip. "flattery isnt going to help you, dumb little girl" he spoke as he rush down between your legs where he lick the wet cloth that stuck to your cunt, earning an honest gasp from you. he laughed against you, the vibrations causing shivering along your spine. "dumb brat" he spoke into your cunt as he pushed the soaked cloth aside with his long finger and stared into your cunt, letting the cool air meet with the heat of your cunt. you whines as you bucked your hips towards his mouth, earning a well hearted laugh from satoru. "come on now baby, stop being a brat and be a good girl for once" you frowned as you felt satoru's hand wrap around your outer thigh and pulled you close to him where you could feel his hot breath on you but still never touching you. "dont cum until i say you can" he speaks against your cunt as he begins his assault. he licks a long stripe against your folds, dragging your slick up to your clip, but stopping right before the bud of nerves. you whine as he mixes his own salvia with your juices, earning moans from him as he loudly starts slurping at the juice you had formed for him. "fuck you taste so good baby" a pitched moan leaves your mouth as your hands rush to grip satorus hair, pushing him deeper in you. he laughs as he finally drags his tongue over your clit, effectively causing you to jolt up from the suddenness. "mmm toru" you whine out as your grind your cunt inside his face, "pretty girl with the prettiest cunt" he assaults your clit with aggressive lapping. you arc your back and shove your shoulders into the plush foam mattress, giving satoru a perfect view of your tits. you can already feel your high forming "so fucking good toru please please" you mutter in speed and you chase your high.

satoru picks up his speed, "whats that baby, youre being a mumbling brat" one of satoru's long and slender fingers is shoved into your cunt as you let out a moan, you thoughtlessly thank the gods for being satoru perfect in every way, "fuck i feel so good toru please i wanna cum" satoru responds with humming as he adds another finger, knuckle deep into you, your sweet slick coating his fingers. "too bad you can cum until i tell you, sweet girl"

fuck fuck its all feels too good you think as you feel the peak of your rollercoaster coming to its peak, your moans getting louder, ensuring your neighbors can hear the mess going on from your house. "toru please baby i need to cum please baby please" you start mindlessly stuttering as drool starts falling from your mouth and tears prick your eyes. "awe baby, all this just from my mouth and fingers. you really know how to please me" his tongue starts to flick at that perfect spot, and he adds another finger, curling them to reach that ridge that shoots you straight to heaven. "oh fuck toru baby can i please cum please cum" you tensed your stomach trying to wait out your high, your hands attempting to find stability in satorus hair. "go ahead and cum for me pretty girl" you groan at satoru's approval, as you allow yourself to release onto satoru's fingers, letting the white cum coat his fingers, forming a white ring along the base of his fingers. "fuck! toruuu god fuck!" you begin blabbering pleases and profanities, as satoru doesnt slow his pace until your high is over. it isnt over as you let out sobs as you feel his finger slip out of you, as he pushes your legs apart and stand between them holding his massive cock in his hands. his cock is glistening with his own pre-cum, and fiery red at the tip as he pushes it toward your entrance "youre not done yet brat"

part two tba

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu gojo #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk #jjk gojo #gojo headcanons #gojo smut #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo saturo x y/n #x reader

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venus-lou · 1 year

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Pink Glock

TF141 x Reader

How TF141 reacts to your newly customized gun

This was on my YouTube recommendation and I love it and this idea popped in my head. I also know nothing about guns soooo, use you imagination I guess lol

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“So why are we all here?” Price raised his eyebrows at you. After gather everyone to the outdoor shooting range. Ghost stood leaning on a wooden post with his arms crossed, Gaz and Soap was curious with your latest project you teased them about.

“I wanted to show you guys something!” You proudly announce before pulling out your newly customized gun. A pink pistol with a few modifications to make it automatic. Adding a keychain clip, allowing you to add a small hello kitty plush to it. You had a small- okay maybe huge collection of keychain plushes in your room. Somehow getting a new keychain Every deployment.

Whipping out your pistol with a proud smile before shoving it in front of price “look!” You presented it to Soap and Gaz. They tried to control they’re laughter “pfft, it’s perfect for ya lass” Soap smiled at you with his brows raised.

Heading to show Ghost, “look! Do you like it Ghost?!” You waved it in front of him as his eyes slightly widen before slowly nodding. He didn’t know how you come up with these idea, curiosity peaked at how this abomination works.

Price shook his head before telling you to show them how it shoots. You walked over to the range looking over your shoulder before shooting a few rounds.

- I can’t do the video justice, please watch it -

After your little performance turning around smiling bouncing on your toes. “Soooo?” You were meet with silence before Soap followed by Gaz started clapping. Price shook his head, unable to hide his smile. Patting your back as you walked back to them. Ghost still silent he as he stood up from his position walking toward you. Standing tall looking down at you, “good job kid”

You walked over to a suitcase behind a wooden crate, “I’m glad you guys like it cause I made you guys one to” presenting the suitcase like a treasure chest. You swear you could hear the angels sing and light gleaming from the suitcase. There were four pink guns each having their own little keychain/charm to it. Handing soap one with a Irish soap keychain, “I couldn’t find a Scottish soap, so I made you Irish Spring soap. Price, I got you a otter plush cause you looks just like you! I even gave it a mini version of your hat.”

Turning to Gaz, you handed him one with a small plush helicopter with a little bear attach to it by a string “it’s you! Since you keep falling out of planes” chuckling he thanked you. The last gun had a skeleton Badtz Maru one it. Handing it to Ghost, he inspected it, looking down at you as he patted you head as a thanks.

Before they could say anything if you skipped off to König as he walked by. Sighing Price look at the little otter hanging from the pistol “where the hell did they even have time to do this?”

“And why is mine fucking Irish Spring Soap?!”

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As you walked through the warehouse, senses heighten pulling out your gun. Everyone turned around hearing a metal clash against each other, ready to shoot the enemy. “Fucking hell, why did you bring that with you.” Price whispered at you. Seeing your pink gun, looking completely out of place in a life or death situation.

#cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #captain john price #cod mw x reader #cod mw2 imagine #cod mw2 headcanons #tf 141 #cod gaz #john mactavish #soap mactavish #cod mw2 x reader

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foxgangfoxgang · 1 year

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Blood Crown 2 (Yandere! King! San x Servant! Reader)

Warnings: Non con/ rape (mentioned), abusive nature, psychotic breakdown

You lay on the plush rug of San’s bedroom, you had less than 14 days to escape the psychotic king before he married you and bind you to him. San was as much a coward as he was an asshole, he wanted the marriage to be secret, he worried how his subjects were view him if he announced he was marrying some lowly maid. You were no longer allowed to be away from San, trapped in his bedroom from sun up to sundown. You were going insane being trapped in the room and it didn’t help the San got a sick kick out of forcing you to watch him fuck other servants, a form of punishment for attempting to end you own life.

You tried you best to blank your mind as San would praise them and belittle you at the same time. You would sit with your head lowly trying not to see the vulgar display, and as salt in the wound, San forced you to sleep on the floor like a animal while the other servants he fucked slept in the bed with him. Tonight was one of those nights, San and the Servant were out cold from their fun as you lay awake in a depressed mood.

You sat up from the rug and wandered into the bathroom the only other area with a window excluding the bed room itself. You peer out of it and see the drop is quiet far, enough to injure yourself, or kill yourself if you went head first. You push against the window wondering if you could break it, a slight nudged move the glass. You felt the gears turn in your head as you made a plan.

It would take 5 days but the time came for you to escaped San, it was late in the night as San had another servant in his bed. You sneak into the bathroom and gently push on the window till the glass popped out you vault over the open sill and brace yourself for impact. You’re body become weightless as you fall to the ground, but instead of being met with scratches from the bushes you landed on a body, you scramble off the person you landed on. It was one of San’s knights, you panic thinking he’ll drag you back to San. “I get that working in the castle is no fun...but it’s not worth ending your life” the knight sighed sitting up.

“Then again it is demon king San we’re talking about” the knight joked. You couldn’t help but giggle, “My name is Johnny, yours my lady?” he asked, “Y/N” you say. “Y/N...well mind telling me why you landed on me from king San’s bathroom” Johnny asked helping you up. “I’m escaping king San...he’s abusive to me and I can’t take it anymore...so I’m leaving while I still can” you explain. Johnny nods and sighs “Well...don’t take it from me, but...there’s a path in the garden that leads to the woods...take it and walk forward the entire way...you’ll soon end up at King Wooyoung’s kingdom, visit him and tell him you were sent by Sir Johnny” You nod taking in the information, you thank him and run to the royal garden. You follow the path and reach the woods without looking back you run into the woods.

The next morning was hell for everyone, San woke up to you missing, in a panicked state he orders for his guards search for you within the castle only for each one to come up empty handed. San paced his bedroom as he tried to figure out where you could be, needing to relax himself San walks to his bathroom and splash cold water in his face, chirping was heard as San turned to see a bird resting on the edge of his tub. “How did you get in here?” San asked aloud, almost like a response the bird flew out the open window. San’s eyes widened as he rushed to the window and clicked everything together. “Dammit...” he whispers his anger boiling “Dammit!!” San clenched the window sill, “DAMMIT!!!” San roared as he storms out.

He ordered for his knights to search the entire kingdom for you, San’s chest heaved as his blood boiled like lava, the enraged king thought of every harsh punishment. Suddenly San began to giggle, it wasn’t out of amusement, the king’s giggle turned into laughing, it soon turned into hysterical howling, San grabbed a vase and threw it against the wall breaking, he grabbed a picture frame and smashed it. San would go around smashing and breaking everything in his room, tears welled and ran down San’s face. San dropped to his knees as his laughing died down into pained chuckling, San ran his hand through his hair as he smiled insanely staring at the floor. “Oh my dear Y/N…you can’t and won’t escape me” San sighed. “I love you too much to let you go”

You drag yourself to the open path of the forest as you see a village ahead and pray that a nice family would take you in for the night. You walk through the quiet area as you notice most houses were dark meaning the owners were asleep. One house was lit up it was the largest house meaning whoever was there was rich, you whimper at your aching feet as you walk over hoping for help, you weakly knock on the door, moments later a man opens the door, he was handsome. He had lush pouty lips, sharp eyes that bored at your appearance, his skin was smooth and pale, his hair was an unnatural pink. “Why do you knock on my door at this hour?” the man asked, “I come seeking refuge, I have escaped a tyrant king who has abused and sexually assaulted me, I only need sleep for the night and then I am gone” you explain “Where is your destination?” the man asked his thick eyebrows quirking in interest “His majesty Jung Wooyoung sir, I was directed to walk to his kingdom for freedom” you say.

The man hummed as another voice spoke out, “Seonghwa who is that?” another male stepped to the door, he was much shorter than this Seonghwa, his hair was split in two colors blonde and black, he looked almost like a fantasy creature with his sharp and pointed nose, his doe like eyes, and his lips curling in a tiny smile. “A woman escaping a tyrant...she’s seeking refuge for the night and will continue her journey to Wooyoung” Seonghwa said. The other male gasped and grabbed your hands, “you poor thing you must be tired please come in, let us feed you and bed you” you’re pulled into the house as you are hit with the scent of sugar and wood, a fire was lit warming the area, two glasses were on a marble coffee table both half filled with wine.

The floor were cold as the marble actually soothed your feet. “I’ll show you to your room for the night, my name is Hongjoong this is my husband Seonghwa” why did those names sound familiar? You’re dragged to a large bedroom with a connected bedroom, the bed was massive, the sheets a pure white. “I’ll fetch some silks for you to sleep in, for now wash up” Hongjoong said. You take a long bath in the luxurious bathroom letting all the stress and worry melt away for the night. After your done you wear a silk night gown and walk back downstairs. Hongjoong and Seonghwa had papers on the coffee table both reading their own, “Excuse me” you speak up gaining both men’s attention. “I just want to thank you for your act of kindness, I’ll find a way to repay you both for this” you say “Nonsense, you’re very brave for escaping and tracking foot” Hongjoong sighed.

Seonghwa cleared his throat as you look to him “If you don’t mind me asking...who is this tyrant king you are running from?” Seonghwa looks at you with cold eyes, you look down “King San” you say. The room gets quiet for a moment the tension thick, Hongjoong’s warm aurora gone, his face pale. “King...San? King of the Light kingdom....San?” Seonghwa asked. You nod a yes. The room is once again quiet, Hongjoong cuts the silence “Oh look at the time, its quite late, we should all head to bed now” Hongjoong said. The bi-color haired man guided you back your room. “Get some rest now...you have a long journey ahead of you” Hongjoong said as you climb and bed.

Hongjoong closes the door as he turn to Seonghwa who is directly behind him, “What do we do?” Hongjoong asked placing his head on Seonghwa’s chest. “What we must my dear”

#yandere san #yandere kpop #yandere king #yandere #kpop yandere #yandere ateez #ateez san

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elegantwispsstuff · 7 months

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jonggun smut? nice works

a/n:this one is pretty long but worth it, errors are in there I proofread half asleep 😴😭

Mdni, NSFW

Waring : degrading and well it's smut so yeah

Jonggun came home from a terrible day at consisting of the pest (goo) whining all day about how hot it was, he was in need of relief from, the day's struggles which would be you his beloved as he sought you out in your shared apartment .

He walks into your shares bedroom only to bed met with emptiness, the only form of life was coming from the bathroom, he walked towards the bathroom door to be met with the sight of your naked wet body encased in the steam filled shower separated by a glass door doing nothing to conceal your plush luscious curves from him "well seems like something is finally going my way" he smirked as he took off his clothes in a careful manner not to alert you of his arrival.

You had decided to take a quick shower before gun came home, you didn't want to welcome him with a sweaty body knowing how much of a clean freak he was, you were currently rinsing out the conditioner from your hair when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your mid section making you jump and squeal "calm down koibito it's just me" hearing his voice you giggle the sound immediately calming your nerves, you turned to face him wrapping your arms around his neck with a smile, whilst the cool water poured over both your naked bodies "well I wouldn't be startled if you announced your arrival my dear, one of these days I'm going to collapse from fright" he smirked as he pulled you into a passionate kiss as his grip on your waist tightens and his other hand wanders to grab a handful of your ass, which pulls a moan from you giving him the opening to slip his tongue in, only pulling apart to catch your breath.

"knees now" he said in a rush which made your already soaking cunt clench around nothing, you obeyed immediately falling unto your knees and taking his already hard cock into your mouth and whatever was left was being worked by your delicate fingers, "ngh" he grabbed the top of your head and controlled the pace practically face fucking you

"mmm~" was the only response you could mutter sending delicious waves of vibrations to his duck that made him harder "fucking hell ngh you look so innocent but only I know you're a whore deep down" those words did nothing but get you wetter loving the way he degrades and praises you, you were playing with yourself rubbing your clit as your were getting close to cumming, moaning while tears slipped from your (e/c) eyes, his hips stuttered signaling he was close to sweet release, a few more thrust and thick ropes of hot cum were shot into your throat he made sure you swallowed it all not wasting a single drop before pulling out with a pop.

You whined as you stared up at him "I need you" he held your face in between his fingers and looked down at you " where my love remember I can't understand you if you talk like a dumb bitch in heat" the fuzzy feeling was filling your head with unholy thoughts of different positions he could put you in " I-I need your cock in your cunt please daddy" he gave your face a light squeeze before lifting you off your knees and wrapping your leg round his waist lining himself up at your entrance and bottoming out in one swift motion, your back arched as you moaned out loud, eyes crossing, vision blurring.

The bathroom was filled with sounds of water and wet skin slapping as he fucked you merciless at an animalistic pace, moans and grunts as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten about to snap "fuc-fuck my pretty girl no matter how many times I fuck you, you're still as tight as ever" you could hardly process anything only remembering to breathe every other thought was filled how good you felt, how his dick abused that spongy spot that made your toes curl, your pussy clenched as you were close to your orgasm "g-gonna cum baby fuck~" your hand grabbed a handful of his hair tugging it while you used your other hand to hold on for dear life, tits bouncing against his chest, body covered in marks you looked like a piece of art to him, his priceless artifact, a few more rough thrust had you both cumming undone "cu-cumming fuck~" your body shook in his grasp as he shot his cum into you, fluids mixing and leaking out going down the drain with the water.

He turned off the tap after cleaning you up in his arms and carried you into your bedroom, laying you into you silk sheets then walking into the closet and coming out with pj pants on he came up to you and helped you throw on the matching shirt to the pants and tucked you in.

Turning all the lights off the getting into the bed snuggling beside you, he was met with light snores coming from your plush lips, he stared down in adoration before planting a kiss on your beautiful (s/c) skin "goodnight my sweet" letting the beautiful thought of you two pulling him into his own slumber.

#lookism goo #lookism x reader #lookism #gunpark #goo kim #gun x reader #park jonggun #lookism jonggun #lookism smut

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delopsia · 7 months

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Bob/Rhett/reader idea here.

Reader and Bob catch Rhett j*rking off and punish him for it together. Maybe a little spanking involved? I love me some subby men 🤤

I watched this pop into my inbox and actively had to go lie down for a minute dkjfgh. I...got a little carried away with this <3 Sub! Rhett is an absolute blast to write.

Rhett coming home all hot and bothered after a long day of letting his imagination roam while he was working. His mind stuck on the way he woke up to Bob's hands stroking up his chest and the Reader mouthing at his neck. Was one of those things where they thought that they had enough time to unravel each other, but that damn alarm kept going off, and staying any later meant being late to work.

All he's done is daydream about throwing himself into them and dragging them back up to the bedroom to finish what mess they started, but nobody is home. Nothing but a sticky note announcing that they ran to the store and they'll be back soon.

Rhett's first idea is a shower and a nap, just sleep away the extra time and wait to hear the garage door grumble open, but the moment his back hits the mattress, his mind starts wandering. And with it, his hand snakes down his naked belly, dipping past the waistband of his boxers and, and, and—

"Couldn't wait for us, sugar?" Bob's voice cuts through the air so sharply it hurts.

And Rhett whines.

So, so close to what he wants, has hardly even wrapped his hand around his own cock, and yet he's already been interrupted.

By the time the poor Reader stumbles into the room, wondering where the hell those two have gotten up to, Bob's got the poor cowboy on his knees. Stroking that mop of dark hair as Rhett nuzzles at the tent in his jeans, mouthing at the outline of his cock, trying his damnedest to get something, anything. So beyond reason that as soon as the Reader is close enough, he's nudging his scruffy cheek at their thigh because maybe they'll take pity on him.

And convincing the Reader might be the worst thing he's ever done because Bob's a motherfucker who anticipated just that. Has the Reader sprawled out on the bed, and Rhett between their legs on his hands and knees, licking messily at their cunt. His heavy cock hangs low between his plush, naked thighs, keening high in his throat as Bob's firm hand strokes him painstakingly slow. That other hand gingerly kneads the side of his ass, already bearing a ruby imprint.

On their own, Rhett's hips kick forward into his touch. Is sent jolting as that big palm cracks down on him again. His own personal hell that torments him until he nearly forgets how to use his mouth. Limp tongue hardly strong enough to get the Reader off, so overcome with panting and squirming that he can't focus.

He's hardly even licked the Reader through the aftershocks when Bob's hand tangles in his hair, and he's being hauled up onto his haunches. His back against Bob's chest, chin shiny and dripping as that hand on his cock starts to work faster. Babbles fragments of words that nobody can put together, lithe hips squirming, thrashing under Bobby's touch. A flurry of sudden attention that has him spilling into Bob's hand with a strangled noise. No warning. No buildup. Hits him out of the blue with all the strength and fury of a two-thousand-pound bull.

So when he's pushed onto his back, and Bob carefully settles atop his chest, tapping the head of his cock at Rhett's bottom lip, he figures that was the end of it. To be fair, that's as far as Bob's plan went too, too hypocritically impatient himself to string it out any further. Completely, utterly distracted by the way Rhett's mouth opens, those pretty lips wrapping around his plush tip, doesn't notice the way the bed dips, as the Reader moves around.

He does notice when Rhett's surprised squeal vibrates around his cock.

And there's the Reader, loosely stroking their hand up and down Rhett's softened length, drawing him back up for one more go. Because these nights are anything but simple.

God, Rhett's trying so damn hard to get Bob all the way down his throat. Shamelessly craving the dizzying pleasure that comes with having as much as he can get, urging Bobby deeper with every slow, careful thrust. But it's so, so hard not to gag when there's a sly tongue licking up the underside of his tip, a gentle palm toying with his balls, draws those whimpered noises out of him before he can stop them.

"Sensitive?" The Reader chirps. And Rhett thinks he might catch a glimpse of something devious in their eye as they say it. They know what they're doing.

"Uhuh," is the best he can offer, already ruined voice as gravely as can be.

"D'you want me to stop?" Their ministrations pause as they ask it like they've decided to answer their own question.

Rhett's head shakes. Distantly hopes that the Reader can see it. "Nuh-uh," and he can't say anything more because Bobby's pushing back into his mouth, effectively shutting him up.

He should last a while. Fuck, fuck he usually lasts a while on his second round, but all of a sudden his vision is blurring, and there's a sea of little volts raging through his nerves, cumming with a muffled cry around Bob's tip.

The only thing that keeps them from pushing for a third round out of him is the way his eyes glaze over when he comes down. Something torn between sleepy and overworked, the same look he always gets before that safeword comes stumbling out of his mouth. Almost seems to smile when Bob's cum splashes across his cheek and gets into his hair because he knows that they're going to haul him into the bath and play with his hair while they wash it.

But it's going to be a little bit before they can get him out of this bed. The moment that cool cloth leaves his skin, he's rolling over and burying his face into the Reader's belly, whining something about wanting a damn nap.

The bed dips as Bob crawls back onto it, calloused fingertips soothing up Rhett's sweaty back, crosses over onto the Reader's skin, and doesn't stop until he can gently tap them on the nose. "You and your naps."

"Don't make me ask you to carry me to the bath, Floyd," Rhett's response is muffled but it's there, and it's the last thing they hear before he dozes off.

Later, Bob does try to pick him up and carry him to the bath, and Rhett's never yelped so loud in his life.

...see what I meant about me getting carried away? 💃

#rhett abbott #bob floyd #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #delgato's asks

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mangardel · 2 years

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hey clove ! i absolutely love your jealousy jealousy fic. i was wondering if you could do late night swimming with jere and if it includes smut that would great too

Lovers Rock

Pairing: Jeremiah Fisher x reader

Warnings: Smut, female reader, established relationship, female receiving oral, risk of getting caught, unprotected sex (wrap it up bitch)

“I’ll come with you!” Jeremiah exclaimed just after you told him you were going for a night swim in the pool. Before you could respond he dashed up the stairs to quickly throw on his swim trunks.

You let out a breathy chuckle under your breath, shaking your head as you walked out of the house and looked down at the shimmering light of the pool. You threw your towel on the nearest beach chair and jumped in, swimming to the other end of the pool. Letting your elbows rest on the concrete, you wiped the water off your face before hearing a loud splash behind you.

Startled, you quickly turned around to be met with a head of dirty blonde curls slightly popped out of the water in front of you.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.” You told him, pressing a palm to your heart to exaggerate. He let out a chuckle and gave you a little smirk.

“Well then I hope you’ll accept my apology.” He leaned in to give you two quick pecks on your lips, brushing a wet piece of hair behind your ear in the process. A sheepish smile spread across his lips.

“Apology accepted.” You connected both your lips once again. The interaction was no longer chaste. He wanted you just as you wanted him. He backed you into the wall of the pool, your legs coming to rest on both sides of his waist. The boy brought two fingers to your back to untie your bikini top. Quickly grabbing his wrist, you stopped him.

“What? What’s wrong? Do you not want to?” He questioned frantically.

“No it’s not that. It’s just-“ You began but stopped. His eyes bore into your own, silently urging you to complete your sentence. “Just not here.” You finished.

“Oh. Then come on.” Jeremiah smiled before using his arms to push himself up and out of the pool, after waiting for you to do the same he quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his house, up the stairs, and into his room closing the door behind you both.

The waltz of your lips began once again. His hands grabbing at every bare piece of flesh he could reach. You both eventually ended up in the warmth of his sheets. Your top had long been removed. Your boyfriend spent an adequate amount of time worshiping your top half as he always did.

“God I love you.” He announced before continuing his reign on your neck. Biting and sucking on the flesh by your throat aggressively almost as if he was actually hoping to get a taste of your blood. Your whimpers were silenced by his mouth on yours once again. His hand sneaking down the valleys of your body to slowly rub your clit through your swim suit bottoms.

Your moans brought a smile to Jeremiah’s face. He used his free hand to cover your mouth slowly.

“We have to be quiet sweet girl. Can you do that for me?” He tone was so endearing. It was like he was talking to a mere child who had dropped his or her ice cream cone. It was belittling. But you loved every second of it. And he knew that.

You gave him a nod and he removed his hand from your mouth. He smile only grew as he began to lower his head all the way down your body, leaving small open mouthed kisses in his wake. Fuck. You needed him so bad.

His hands reached for your bottoms, giving you a quick glance for your approval. You nodded, biting your lower lip in anticipation. He slid the damp clothing down your legs, throwing it into the pile of both of your discarded clothes and sat back up into position, spreading your thighs apart with his palms.

He couldn’t help himself. He had tried to start off slow but just could not help himself. He could smell how much you wanted him. He gave rapid licks to your plush cunt, sucking and nipping at your clit like a mad man. His hands forcing your thighs apart.

You used to your hand to shield your moans, subconsciously wriggling your hips around.

“That’s right baby, ride my face. Fuck yes.” You could hear Jeremiah mumble into your pussy. Your free hand gripped his hair, pushing his head closer into your heat.

His tongue continued to work magic on your clit. He knew your body from the inside out and he used it to his advantage every chance he got.

You shivered under him and pulled at the pillow below your head. Moaning at the way his tongue touched and massaged your walls. You closed your eyes tightly, turning your head allowing you to muffle your cries against the pillow.

“Fuck! Cumming!” You told him as quietly as you could.

“Cum for me.” Jeremiah urged you. He couldn’t deny how much he loved seeing you like this. How much he loved being the only person that could see you like this.

You felt yourself release on his tongue and he quickly lapped up everything you gave him.

He sat up wiping your essence off of his chin with the back of his hand and his eyes found your once again.

He lowered himself onto his elbows, his face only inches away from yours.

“I want you.” You told him. How true that was.

“And you’ll have me gorgeous.” He gave you a sly wink before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Can I?” He asked.

You nodded once again, not being able to form words at the moment.

And with that Jeremiah slipped himself inside of you. Your eyes rolled to that back of your skull as he immediately began to thrust his hips against yours. Setting a unsurprisingly quick pace.

“Oh fuck, Jeremiah!” You nearly screamed. Already starting to lose your grip of reality.

“Scream it baby.” Jeremiah said through his own grunts and slight whimpers, completely forgetting about your required volume level and focused simply on fucking you cross eyed.

His hips were sporadic. Driving into you at an astonishing pace

“Fuck! Jeremiah!” If that one part of your mind hadn’t reminded you that you need to be quiet then you would have screamed it. Your nails dug into the skin of his arms and back, determined to grip onto something, anything.

“I know, baby, I know! Fuck!” At this point, the boy had sunken his head into your neck, nipping at the flesh in a desperate attempt to quiet his own calls of your name. You just felt so damn good wrapped around him like this.

The sounds of wet skin slapping filled the room and every thrust of Jeremiah’s hips brought you both closer and closer to nirvana.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Jeremiah exclaimed. He didn’t need you to tell him you were too, even if you could. He could feel your velvet walls flutter around his dick.

You second orgasm of the night hit you like a truck. You ended up squirting, cover the sheets and Jeremiah’s hips in the process.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Your boyfriend was soon to follow. His hips started to speed up, chasing his high. He bit his lower lip to shut himself up as he used the back of your thighs for leverage to hold himself up.

You screamed of pleasure into the pillow beneath your head as Jeremiah continued his onslaught. He gripped your hips, and with one last cry of your name, pulled out of you before releasing all over your stomach.

“Fuck!” The dirty blonde said once again. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” You told him. He peeled himself off of you to lie on his side. He moved some hair out of your face before giving you a passionate kiss good night.

“Good night my love.” Jeremiah told you before pulling you close to him, feeling the heat radiating off of both of your bodies.

“Good night Jere.” You replied, only to be met with silence for the boy had already drifted off to sleep. You smiled and placed a kiss to the center of his chest where his heart lie and let sleep overtake you too.

#jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty x reader #smut #tsitp #tsitp x reader

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samsvenni · 2 years

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𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 asmo doesn't feel like himself and starts to question his worth. you make sure he knows he's loved

Time barely felt like it was passing once Asmo laid his head on your plush thighs. You laid comfortably against your bed and the hanging lamps in your room provided nice ambient lighting to easily fall asleep to.

It was an early evening back in your room and with nothing to do, you began to read the current headlines at R.A.D’s announcement forums.

You ran your fingers through his strawberry-blonde locks, letting yourself knead at his soft scalp, which earned you a whine. It was an understatement to say he wasn’t needy. In fact, you’re surprised that he hasn’t surpassed Mammon’s title when it comes to affection.

Suddenly, Asmo rubs his hands on your outer thighs and bats his pretty eyelashes to get your attention. “...Hey, I don’t mean to get all serious on you, but…” He pauses abruptly and gulps deep. This is the first time you’ve heard him sounding weirdly close to being… vulnerable.

You let a few seconds hang in the air. Forcing him to spit his words out won’t do any good. Instead, you continue to play with his hair and give him a patient look that can only be described as ‘Take Your Time, I’m Not Going Anywhere.’ Asmo lets his mouth hang open, before closing it again.

He hesitates one more time before he finally pops out the question. “Do you love me, or do you love the pleasure I bring you?”

“Of course I love you.” Your laugh cushions the tense air. “If our relationship was based around just sex, I doubt we’re able to have this conversation in the first place.” Caressing Asmo’s soft cheeks to further your point, it made you wonder if Asmo thought all this time that his value was centered around the use of his body.

His half-lidded eyes looked up at yours and as if reading your mind, he began to speak again.

“Over the years, humans can’t really differentiate what their hearts desire versus. what their bodies yearn for. People think the two are interchangeable, but the feeling is completely different.” He perked himself higher using his hands then wrapped his body around yours. Asmo gently started to suckle on the crook of your neck and his slow breath tickled your sensitive skin.

“It’s weirder if you look at it from another perspective.” You steady your breath before continuing. “The heart lets the body move, yet the body is reliant on how the heart feels. You can’t have an absence of neither or else nothing makes sense.”

“Look at you go! Are you planning on snatching away my title?” Asmo teased with his usual sing-song voice. It’s good to know that you’ve assured your pretty prince.

“Your heart’s mine, Asmo. As long as I have you in my arms, no title or position will matter as much as you do.” Was it cheesier than four-kind-cheese pasta to say out loud? Absolutely. But with Asmo being a demon, there’s no doubt about it - He knows that it was your heart speaking those giddy words and what’s sappier than the human heart?

“Awww! Shucks, you’re really generous with the praise today huh?” Asmo sneaked a feather-light kiss under your ear and his lips linger far longer than both of you expected. Even though he didn’t ask for permission, you’ll let this slide, for now.

He really knew how to string up your heartstrings. Delicately taking hold of Asmo’s face to turn towards you, you glided your thumb over his eyes and closed them. Instead of a verbal remark to counter his playful words, you placed a tender kiss on his eyelids. “Only for you, love.”

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #sub au #obswd #obey me swd #fluff #obey me fluff #fanfiction #obey me scenarios #asmodeus x reader

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rexxdjarin · 1 year

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Captain’s Log: Chapter 12

Demoralize

Series Summary: The galaxy is in turmoil. The Republic has fallen, giving rise to the sinister reign of the totalitarian Empire, led by the insidious Emperor Palpatine. The millions of valiant clone troopers of the former Grand Army of the Republic are now blindly sworn, against their will, to protect a regime they once sought to destroy. After being saved from a terrible fate by his former-Jedi ally and close friend, Ahsoka Tano, seasoned veteran CT-7567 Clone Captain Rex remains loyal to the pillars of Democracy, freedom and truth that shaped the former Galactic Republic. We follow him now struggling to deal with the personal aftereffects of survival and finding his place in the galaxy alongside the only person he has left. You. The love of his life.

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Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used) Word Count: 9.8k Series Rating: Explicit (18+ only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT) Chapter Summary: Everything is revealed when the stakes are highest. Our crew at long last realizes that deciding how to counter an unspeakable evil determines who they are in a galaxy where inaction is often easier than being a hero. Chapter Warnings: 18+ as usual but SFW, No Smut this time, Mature Themes, Language, Political References, References to Canon Plot, References to Canon Deaths, Angst, Anguish, Political Infighting, References to genocide

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The low steady siren rang as it alerted us to our drop out of hyperspace. Senator Organa’s private cruiser was far too luxurious to be suspected by anyone of holding three renegade clones and an exiled Coruscanti senator’s aide on board.

You’ve now arrived in the Atrivis Sector.

Bail’s remote navigator announced over the ship’s comm’s. Rex shifted under my head, the soft plush of his unarmored chest an unfamiliar yet not unwelcome feeling. We’d all changed into clean and unassuming clothes for the trip. The less we raised suspicion the better. They cleaned up so nicely. Such stoic and handsome men looked too good for civilian rags.

Gregor stuck to his usual yellow, a favorite of his. He chose a leather quilted jacket and deep brown cargos with rugged boots which he’d carefully propped up on the end of the table. Wolffe, to no one’s surprise, opted for a gray bomber over all an black top and bottom. Since they were to stay behind on our ship, being stowed away in a small cargo hold hidden on board the massive luxury liner, they didn’t need anything formal.

Rex and I, on the other hand, were decked out in the nicest options Bail and Breha had to offer. Rex fitted himself in a navy blue sport coat and dark tailored pants that fit him like a glove. He was lucky enough to find something that looked like it was made for him. He looked incredibly dashing, there was no denying that. Though, he was anything but comfortable. I could tell he felt exposed. Not only was his actual clone face way too visible, so was his signature blonde hair. He’d definitely put up more of a fuss than I was expecting.

I managed to find a glittering blue dress that matched Rex, the color coordination not going unnoticed. That was, of course, intentional. He had to look like a date to a high class event, which the secret meeting was headlined as, in order to subdue any suspicions from the Empire. The delicate straps glazed over my shoulders and the fabric was busy enough to distract from the growing bump just starting to appear underneath my clothes.

Needless to say Rex’s eyes popped out of his head when I exited the fitting room where Breha herself made the alterations to the gown. The other boys hadn’t been able to stop staring as we all sat in the ship's passenger lounge awaiting arrival.

“You sure you won’t be cold in this, mesh’la?” Rex finally spoke, his bare knuckle grazing down the curve of my shoulder. “You can have my coat whenever you need.” He muttered, his tired gaze taking a quick peek down the top of my dress.

I sighed, looking up at him and readjusting my position to cuddle into him tighter. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry so much.” My hand traced the exceedingly tempting line of muscle on his chest under the fabric of his undershirt. “You look…so unbelievably handsome, Captain. If I wasn’t already months along, I’d be worried…” I chuckled.

His lips quirked into an amused half grin. “Me? Don’t think I’m the one everyone’s going to have their eyes on tonight, my beloved.”

I blushed and bumped his shoulder with my own. “Mmm, maybe that’s for the best. If they focus more on me, they might not immediately notice you. Even if I think you look so good that they should.”

“Yeah..yeah..would feel a lot more comfortable if they at least let me carry my helmet or something. What am I supposed to do with my hands?” He chuckled, lifting one up to stare at it like he didn’t recognize it without the black glove to cover it.

“You can start by holding my hand.” I slipped my fingers between his, the weight of his palm dropping our joined hands between our laps. “I’ll have to lead you through the crowd like my date once you put on this ridiculous thing.” I laughed, tipping my chin toward a far too formal hat sitting on the table in front of us.

Rex groaned loudly, “Ugh don’t remind me. Thing’s hideous.” He leaned forward, picking the hat up in his hand and looking it over like it was the most foreign object he’d ever seen. “Will never understand civvie clothes. How does anyone pay attention to the things that come out of your mouth while you’re wearing this?”

“Sometimes it’s that you don’t want them to pay attention to what you’re saying. At least as far as the Senate used to go, sometimes…” I sighed remembering the first time I took a look at Padmé’s expansive wardrobe. It seemed unfathomable to a girl like me who had little more than the clothes on her back. “Sometimes it’s about putting on such a performance that they don’t notice what’s going on behind the scenes.”

“Hmmm…I suppose that makes sense. A fake out if you will.” He thought aloud, his dark eyes searching the inner workings of the ship above our heads like he was constructing a map of it himself. “That seemed to be his plan all along.” He muttered, sighing and looking down at our joined hands. “Some of them might say…that’s what I- we- were doing too, you know?”

“I know.” I replied solemnly, “but you are the proof it wasn’t. You wouldn’t be bold enough to come before all of them unless it was to tell the truth.” I shifted, pulling my arms up to clutch my shoulders as if to stave off chills creeping along my exposed skin. “If I believe you, if Bail believes you, why shouldn’t they?”

Rex closed his eyes and reopened them, nervously glancing at both his brothers snoozing with their heads resting on each other’s shoulders. “For their sake…I hope they do.” His fingertips ghosted along my collar bone as he pulled me into his side. “Have you planned what you’re going to say?” He asked, the far away haze in his brown eyes hinting at just how much his mind had raced through his own hasty explanation of his survival.

“Well, I figured I’d start with some kind of acknowledgement that a rebellion like this is what Padmé had always been a fierce supporter of. And that it’s in her honor that I stand before them today as a survivor of a purge designed to destroy the independent thinkers and freedom fighters of our galaxy. The clones included.” I swallowed thickly, knowing that discussing the involuntary aspect of the clones’ hand in what happened was probably going to be a tough sell at the start.

“You’re definitely going to need me to chime in on that. Talk about the chips, show ‘em my scar. We’ve got more than enough holo scans and proof that the chips had some hand in how things went down. The removal part is where I’m getting stumped…” He drifted off, addressing the obvious bantha in the room.

Ahsoka.

“Ahsoka?” I asked him gently, the continued radio silence from his closest friend worrying him more than he’d ever let on.

“Mhm.” He responded solemnly, “I don’t know how we explain it. I did tell Fox that Maul killed her. I’m sure I could work that into a believable explanation. Say I buried her with my brothers that day. Sometimes in a way it feels like I did.” His eyes were welling up with tears and I took a deep breath to hold back my own. I cupped his cheek in my palm and wiped them away before they had the chance to fall.

“Oh Rex,” I cooed, allowing him the space to be vulnerable and breathe while bolstering the strength he needed to get through tonight. “She’s alright. I know it. She’s probably doing exactly what we are right now, trying to help out in what little ways she can.”

“Yeah, yeah…you’re right, I know. I’m okay. It’s just going to feel weird giving a briefing without a jedi beside me. Doesn’t feel right. They were always better with the words and convincing stuff than we clones. Leading a fight isn’t the same without her.”

“Well, Rex, maybe that’s the next mission. Looking for Ahsoka. We do whatever we can for your brothers, then us…and our son…we go find her. She’s going to want to meet her little nephew.”

He grinned, the existential dread that crept in on him from time to time faded back into obscurity as the smile grew on his face. “You’re sure it’s a boy huh.”

I rested my hand on my belly and his followed, lacing his fingers into the spaces between mine. “I know it is. Like everyday I know him a little more. Everyday he’s more and more restless. He’s got all his Daddy’s fight in him, that’s for sure.”

Rex beamed, his cheeks flushing as he let the praise soak in. “Does it feel…weird? Like, do you feel him in there? I…grew in a test tube. This is all foreign to me.”

I laughed out loud, both Gregor and Wolffe perking up immediately at the sound. “He hasn’t kicked or anything…yet. But it’s like I can feel his feelings…his presence, it’s like he’s already right in front of me. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“So he’s dramatic and intense…wonder where he gets that from.” Rex teased, nuzzling into my neck and kissing so delicately it sent shivers down my spine. He pulled back to meet my playful little pout and chuckled, “See what I mean?”

Wolffe let out a deep sigh of mild annoyance as he stretched to shake the sleepiness off. Gregor turned back over to tuck in for at least five more minutes of sleep. I wondered just how much they’d ever been taught about little ones or how to prepare for them. They probably wouldn’t be getting much sleep in just a few months' time. Especially if he does turn out to be what I am starting to suspect he is.

“I think we should start coming up with names, Rex. Maybe it’ll help us pass the time until we land.” I offered, realizing my own apprehension for the upcoming meeting.

“Don’t need to think too hard. I’ve already got one I like, mesh’la.” He reached over and pulled me into his lap, letting my head rest on his shoulder. “Wanna hear it?” I looped my arms around his neck and cuddled into him tighter, careful not to destroy all I’d done to dress myself up for later.

“Yes, of course I do. Tell me what you’re thinking, baby.”

His bicep curled around my back to support me and he slid one of the straps that had fallen off my shoulder back into place. “I’ve thought about this one a lot. I…I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a name any of my brothers had. At least not in the 501st. And I tested it out so it sounds good with our names. Your last name too…since I don’t really have one.”

“Rex…you’re rambling again…” I scolded playfully, giggling at how serious he was taking all of this. He really was an overachiever at everything. No surprise that he’d want to excel at fatherhood too.

“Uh..right. Mesh’la…my love, what do you think about Kai?”

Kai.

Instantly, I felt the tiniest thump in my belly. Barely a slight tickle or a flutter. A very early little kick that was just present enough to be noticed and meaningful.

I gasped, sitting up and grabbing Rex’s hand to rest in the same spot I’d felt it before.

“What?” He asked with way too much concern in his sweet, deep voice.

“Say it again…the name…” I exclaimed, Gregor and Wolffe now sitting up and making their way over to check things out.

“Kai.” Rex said, the pride radiating off him in waves now.

The feeling came again, this time a bit more enthusiastic than before.

Rex turned to me immediately, the excited twinkle in his eye lighting up his whole face. He turned to his brothers, as giddy as a bright eyed cadet and kissed my forehead. “He kicked.” He explained to his puzzled brothers, now squatting on the ship floor in front of us.

“Really? You can feel that? It’s sorta early, no?” Wolffe wondered aloud, his hand hovering above ours and looking at me with hesitation before I nodded my approval. He and Gregor both let their palms spread over the same spot Rex and I felt before.

“Not for him. He’s special…our little Kai.” I said, resting my forehead on Rex’s, the subtle kicks coming again in response to the name he clearly liked. Gregor and Wolffe’s gleefully surprised expressions matched their brother’s as they felt it now too.

Rex kept his eyes on me, a haze of relief now flooding over him. “Guess he likes it, huh?” He chuckled. I nodded, tipping my chin up to kiss Rex softly and repeating the name under my breath until it felt fully etched into my heart.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think he does. Nice to meet you, Kai.” Gregor whispered, trying his best to rein in his excitable nature during such a tender moment.

Wolffe looked between the group of us, the faintest hint of a smile on his usually stern, serious face. “Welcome to the crew, little bug.”

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Fest feels like one giant endless mountain. The entire landscape was snow capped peaks with ancient ornate temples carefully constructed around the craggy rock faces. Quick research on my datapad stated that many of these were once monasteries and meditation centers for jedi of a bygone era. They now served as little more than monuments and attractions for wayfaring tourists looking to escape the hustle and bustle of the inner rim.

Our ship circled into a modest spaceport at the center of an old, quaint city settled in a valley of hills between the planet’s snowy peaks. Though the place looked old, the people who greeted us were anything but. There was Bail, looking sophisticated and expensive like usual. The other people at the admittance gate to the next transport looked even more ornate and opulent than Bail did. It was like every person on this planet had moved here specifically to fit into a culture of glamor and vacationing. As if there wasn’t galaxy wide terror going on outside of here.

It was a strange place to have a meeting about rebellion efforts. Though, maybe not an obvious one, which was probably why it was chosen. It could all be explained as a simple retreat for hardworking planetary leaders. The Empire could dismiss any suspicions if it just seemed like they were all headed to a known getaway planet for a few rotations.

There was also a lack of any security forces around, which felt more off-putting than it did safe. At least to Rex and I, who clearly knew better than to trust any planet that arrogantly thinks it doesn’t need to protect itself from anything. The entire transport ride to the conference center and spa in the high hills was spent crowding into each other due to lack of trust of any of the people around us.

The “conference” was being held at the Fest Oasis Spa & Retreat, an exorbitant grand temple converted into a hotel meant for only the wealthiest of the galaxy. The sprawling stone building was clearly well kept and equipped with tall towers and balconies to overlook both the ancient city below and the towering mountains above. The most awe-inducing sight of all was the meadow of bright, bursting orange flowers dotting the entire hillside where the old building was set and one gigantic, spiraling tree that must’ve been growing there for millenia.

It was not entirely dissimilar from the one that was supposedly at the old Jedi temple that now sat decimated and in cinders back home on Coruscant. That meant that this place was likely once used by Jedi. Although the Empire had already done plenty to try to wipe them from recorded history all over the galaxy, there were some places where the evidence of them would always be present if you knew what to look for.

In the late afternoon sun, the large stone patio entryway was bathed in golden amber light that mimicked the rich color of the flowers in the meadow it overlooked. The Senators and leaders were all invited to attend a large banquet at an elegant dining hall that Rex and I wanted absolutely no part of. We were probably not invited anyway.

Instead, we opted to take a walk around the grounds. Might as well make it look like a date even though we were in for one of the most important meetings of our lives in just a few hours. We stopped by a toppled ruin of what was once a tall stone tower and laid down beside each other in our fancy clothes.

The soft green grass swayed in the warm breeze. Sunshine bled through every blade, washing over us in waves. Around us on all sides was the beautiful meadow, with the mountains off in the distance and the lone tree offering us the promise of shade if we wanted it. He breathed softly under my cheek, his chest a more grounding comfort than the earth beneath my back. His hand slowly dragged up my spine just over the dress, making cold chills raise goosebumps on my warm skin.

I was too preoccupied with the view and the dreamy peace it provided to notice that he was staring at me. My eyes sparkling as I took in the landscape around me, my face lighting up in a soft, satisfying smile every time the breeze lifted my done-up hair just so, my heart beating faster with each touch of his fingertips along my back. This place could be my peace, my dream and my safety. But his peace, his dream, his safety was with me.

I could feel that now, though I had always known. He had told me more times than I could count. Slowly, I pulled myself up to rest on top of him. My head leaned on my crossed arms on his chest and blinked up at him in a daze, hoping he could read the intense swell of emotion I felt for him just in the bat of my lashes. His hand smoothed through my hair, staring into my eyes as I watched a smile spread across his face.

We didn’t have to talk. He didn’t speak. I didn’t either. We just looked at each other, comfortable in this brief moment of rest that by some miracle we’d been afforded. The adoration and devotion between us both was as prevalent and as sure as the sun shining on my open back. I was almost positive I could hear the grass itself singing to me and the wind whispering his name through the rustling branches of the only tree around.

He tilted his head at me, remarking all the ways my face showed beauty he swore could have only been made for him. He leaned down to brush the pad of his thumb along my blushing cheek and smiled. “Come here. Can’t wait any longer to kiss you.” He rasped.

I slid up to rest my forehead on his, “you never have to ask.” I whispered , letting our lips brush with each word I formed. I held his face in my hands and kissed him slowly, allowing us to lose ourselves in this dream place where nothing else existed but he and I. Just for now, in this moment it was us. Me and Rex, our future growing rapidly inside me. The rest of our family at home waiting for our return. Hopefully, it would always be this way. Somehow.

We watched the sun sink down over the mountain peaks on the other side of the valley and cuddled each other closer as the bitter chill of the evening breeze swept through the tall grass. As the hours ticked by, we sat in silence, mentally and emotionally preparing ourselves to lay it all on the line. The future of Rex’s brothers all hinged on the decision the rebellion made tonight.

Rex would fight to free them, with or without anyone else’s help if he had to. But it would certainly help things to have the underground resources available to back us up.

The commlink on Rex’s wrist lit up, signaling that they were ready for the actual purpose of this meeting to begin. He tapped the button to respond his receipt of the request and then sighed deeply.

“You ready?” I whispered, sitting up and brushing the wrinkles off the fabric of my dress.

“As I’ll ever be…” He remarked, standing up and offering his hand to guide me with him. “Senator Organa said the meeting is in the far monastery building at the base of the mountain. They’re taking the interior hallway entrance from inside. We’ll enter through the tunnels. He left us with a way to escape, if we need it. Guess he knows I always like to have an exit plan.”

I chuckled, resting my head on his bicep as we traveled toward the meeting point. “Yeah, imagine where he might’ve learned that.”

Rex hummed his understanding and looked down at the bag carrying his helmet rustling between us. “Why did you need me to bring this, again?”

“For effect. To make them visually understand what you’ve been through. Helps it really hit home for them. Lot of these people haven’t seen the war from a clone's perspective. We have to try to change that.” I kicked a few tiny pebbles down the trodden dirt pathway, the stone rimmed opening to a passageway inside appearing in view.

“Hmm couple that with my report…all our evidence. They’ll see. You’ve got the puck with Rampart’s recording too, right?” Rex asked, a scowl beginning to form as he remembered what that message contained.

I reached into the bag and turned the small holodisc in my hand a few times, nodding in confirmation. “I’m sure all of these leaders have come into contact with Imperial officers like Rampart or Tarkin often. It’s not like they’ll think of them favorably or anything. Guys like them have destroyed the way of life on many of their planets. Even before the war ended.”

“Do we know who’s going to be there?” Rex asked tentatively, like he was looking for a certain response to the question.

“No…but if you’re asking if the rebellion includes former separatists…I think the answer is probably yes. From what I’ve been reading on the holonet, your buddy Saw has been a bit of a nuisance to everyone. Imperial and otherwise. Think he’ll be there.”

Rex laughed and rolled his eyes, “trust me, I’d expect nothing less from him. He’s had the spirit of a rebel since the day I met him. He’s admittedly…tough to rationalize with at times, but his heart’s in the right place.”

“Well, we’ll find out who’s at this meeting soon enough.” I said, as we approached the entry to the tunnels and stepped inside to find it was already pre-lit for our arrival. Torched flames dotted the wall every couple feet and it was easy to find our way around since only the paths we needed were lit.

“Hey, mesh’la?” He stopped, pulling me back into his arms.

I rested both my hands on his chest and smiled up at him, “yes, Captain?”

He grabbed my face in both his hands, kissing passionately and urgently, like everything he’d ever needed the courage to do depended on this to give it life. He pulled away hesitantly, like he didn’t want to stop, and pressed his cheek to mine. “Thank you. For being here with me. For being there for all of us.”

“It’s what every good soldier would do for their men, right? I may not have been able to fight alongside you during the war. But I can fight to protect you all now. I’d do anything to make this right.”

Rex held me against his chest tightly, like if we stayed here nothing would change. Like the fate of his brothers wouldn’t have to be determined by what we say to a group of people that had enough power amongst them to once again choose what happens to millions of clones.

I breathed in the deep musky scent of him, the faint undertones of the flowers from the meadow still present all over the blue jacket he wore. I could practically feel my heart jumping through my chest to calm his. “No matter what they decide, Rex, I won’t stop.”

“I know.” He muttered, pulling back and holding my hand to lead us to the door at the end of the tunnel. “You’re going to make me proud in there.”

“I could say the same, you know. And if they don’t show you the respect you deserve, I’ll have something to say about it, Captain.” I laughed, watching him straighten up and snap right back into military mode like he’d been taught to do his entire life.

He shook his head and laughed to himself, looking straight ahead as he tapped on the tunnel exit three times to signal our arrival.

“Hey, you know something?” He asked softly as someone entered the passkey into the blast doors on the other side.

“Hmmm, what?” I whispered, the doors beginning to open as I stared at him quizzically.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

–

For a supposedly small uprising against the Empire, there sure were a lot more well-known and easily recognizable faces than we thought. Representatives from planets all over the galaxy sat around a large holotable, a star map in the center serving as placeholders to guide everyone where to sit. Rex and I had two obvious empty seats directly beside Bail.

From just a small glance around the table, I recognized a few people immediately. Senator Mothma of Chandrila, a close friend and ally to both Padmé and Bail over the years, sat across from us. Beside her were several Rodians, who were serving in place of Senator Farr who I knew quite well before his untimely murder by one of his own. Humans from several planets who I recognized by face more than name filled the chairs between her and someone I knew would show up.

Saw Gerrera leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest and sporting bacta patches over what must have been a nasty blow to his left eye. He was accompanied by a young, well-dressed and clean cut man, probably about my age. I’d never seen him before, but he looked about as comfortable standing around this table as Rex and I were.

Our hosts, rebels from Fest sat nearest to Bail and were in control of the swirling and ever changing holo in front of us. Beautiful blue Pantoran women led by Senator Chuchi were cautiously talking amongst themselves as they tried hard to avoid their neighbor.

Cham Syndulla, his wife and several of his famed Freedom Fighters glared at the group of leaders around the table. To my memory, they were a proud people who were not quick to forget just how little they were helped by the Republic brass during and after the war. They all had less respect for these leaders than they did their own representative, which was saying something considering they were led by Senator Taa.

“This is a group of people I didn’t think I’d ever see in one room together.” Rex joked sarcastically under his breath, holding my hand and keeping his head down as we took our place just within the protection of Bail’s shadow.

“Everyone seems restless. On edge. Gods…who knows what's been going on on their planets since the Empire took over. I don’t blame them for being desperate enough to work alongside people they didn’t like.” I commented, keeping a watchful eye on the people around us. I didn’t need them to notice us before we were ready, get startled and do something rash.

Luckily, three chimes signaled the beginning of the meeting before we could worry about that happening. All the lights in the room, except the spotlights around the table, dimmed down to near nothingness. Bail’s focused and determined face illuminated and the remaining voices quieted instantly.

“Good evening everyone. I trust you all have been wondering what calls this urgent meeting to Fest. I wished it was under more optimal circumstances, but such is the way of war. All of you have been gathered here in secret today for a special briefing, one that discloses information privy to the Empire’s continued growth and occupation of more and more worlds. Many of you had once known the loyal protection of the members of the Grand Army of the Republic. Several of you would not be standing here today without their valiant efforts. Tonight’s briefing is with great concern for the status of the lives of the millions of clone troopers scattered across our galaxy.” Bail exclaimed, his voice firm, but calm and his hands resting with ease on the edge of the holo table.

“What about them? We know what they’ve done. Why should any of us feign concern for such betrayal?” One voice hissed.

“Are they not the enemy? The very thing we are fighting against!?” Another voice cried out. I gripped Rex’s hand tightly, hoping this wouldn’t get to him the way it was me. More and more angry voices filled the room before Bail raised his hands.

“That is what we are here to discuss. We have very important intel that has been delivered to us by two individuals who both risked their lives to report this information to support our efforts. They,” he turned his body toward us both, the spotlight following and illuminating our faces now and motioned with his hands, “would very much like to provide us with vital insight that could help us make more sense of all that has happened.”

Audible gasps filled the room as Rex removed his hat and revealed his face. He stood at stern and serious attention, the familiar focused scowl of a determined clone reappearing in a snap. He hadn’t gone into duty mode in so long, yet it was still so perfectly second nature to him. His hand still held mine beside him as he waited for our introductions from Bail. Finally, he spoke, proud and confident, like always.

“My name is Captain Rex. My designated birth number is CT-7567. I was commanding officer of the 501st clone battalion led by Jedi General Anakin Skywalker. I am here today, risking my life, to reveal a sinister truth. That the decimation of the jedi order by my…my brothers was a plot orchestrated into our genetic code by the Chancellor years ago. That none of what the men you all knew did was done willingly. My coming forward today is living proof that betrayal did not happen by choice, but instead was manipulated within the minds of every clone by force through use of an organic inhibitor chip placed in our brains during our embryonic stages.” He stopped and looked at me, opening up the datapad with all the brain scans we had gotten our hands on.

“I know that what the Captain says sounds…beyond the realm of possibility. Certifiably insane. But I have seen the chips with my own eyes, witnessed the effects of their activation first hand. In front of you are the brain scans of five separate clone troopers. The organic chips were present in the same location in all specimens. These chips were implemented into every clone by the very same person who coordinated their creation and who programmed them with demands that rendered them useless to resist whatever order he desired. The Chancellor…the Emperor himself.” I explained, swiping through the brain scans of Rex, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and Fives to prove that each contained the identical growth in the same spot. I looked around the room to gauge the level of understanding and every face seemed equally as entranced by our findings as they were horrified.

“So what did this supposed chip make them do? What was it like?” Senator Chuchi spoke timidly, staring up at the holoscans with ever increasing worry.

Rex cleared his throat and closed his eyes. “It felt like my mind snapped. We all received a transmission from the Emperor. The trigger words were spoken and…our independence, our very will was just…gone. Stolen from us. I couldn’t fight it. It was like who I’d grown into, the man I’d chosen to be, was shut off in an instant. I became blindly led by one mission. To destroy all the jedi and anyone who supported them. I nearly killed the one I served. So long as this chip remains inside, we are powerless to be anything but a human killing machine.”

“How did you survive this?” Mon Mothma’s lofty and languid voice inquired, her hands folded to support her chin as she watched deep in thought.

Rex turned and pointed to the scar on his scalp. “I had it removed. As did all the brothers whose brain scans you saw today. With them removed, we are instantly back to the men you knew. The men we are. We cannot take back what we were made to do. We will all have to live with the loss of the Generals we loved as our own Fathers, Mothers, Sisters and Brothers. But unless we all are given the opportunity for chip removal, we are doomed to live in involuntary enslavement to the Empire or worse…” He nodded to signal the next part of our explanation, the holorecording we had smuggled out of the prison that day.

“Rex and I have obtained intel from within Imperial command that the clones inhibitor chips were also programmed to act as remote kill switches. Unless their unwavering commitment to the Empire can be proven better than that of volunteers, they will be destroyed.” The holorecording of both Rampart and Tarkin discussing their plans played for the entire alliance to hear and when it finished they sat absorbing the information in near silence for a long time.

“What is it that you are asking of this group?” A Rodian asked skeptically, her large eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“For your help in making this right. Many of you know me. You know my dedication to the Republic, to the Senate,” I paused, closing my eyes and letting out a deep sigh of sorrow escape me, “to Senator Amidala, my most beloved mentor. She trusted the clones and fought for their rights and equal treatment as much as I have these many years. These men are gifted, brilliant soldiers and leaders, and intensely loyal friends. Millions of them deserve the chance to be free from a life of unwilling service to the Empire. An Empire that treats them like spare parts instead of men. Living, breathing men with hopes, dreams and loved ones. Haven’t we all seen enough senseless and unnecessary death? One mass extinction is one too many for our lifetimes. Help us ensure that there will not be another one.” I stood at the helm of the table now, all eyes jumping between myself and Rex.

“We don’t deserve to die for a choice we never made.” Rex said firmly, with more passion and emotion breaking through his proper, by the book exterior than he’d ever permitted before. His deep brown eyes reflected the same spark of light, the same spirit of rebellion that we felt watching the sunset beside Padmé’s tomb. This was his moment, this was his purpose. To demand that his life, all their lives, were more important than duty. Each clone deserved to know that and Rex’s mission for the rest of his life was to find a way to make that dream possible.

Senator Mothma closed her bright blue eyes and let a single solemn tear slip down the rosy porcelain curve of her cheek. She was always an ethereal being with a quiet air of sadness haunting her every move like it hurt her to watch injustice poison her almost heavenly existence. She let a broken, sorrowful smile widen her pale lips before the stoic wall of a gracious, expressionless stare reappeared. “Be that as it may, we simply do not have the numbers or the credits to spare to support such a lofty effort as a liberation of this magnitude. I’m afraid there is no course of action we can take that would delude suspicion. We are a small, but growing effort. I cannot risk exposure for such a fringe conspiracy, my dear.”

Saw Gerrera’s booming laugh broke through the silence from the far side of the conference table. “Risk. HA. Senator Mon Mothma…from her purist ivory tower in the clouds. Watching planets…hell- entire systems suffocate under the Empire’s rule while you waste time arguing with what’s left of a broken senate. A senate that never worked for all even at its peak. While I lost my planet, my sister, where were you? When my freedom fighters die for the truth, where are you? Risk. What do you know of risk?”

Mothma’s head swiveled in his direction and I could practically feel the steam rising as her anger did. “Don’t speak to me as if I have done nothing to contribute. All I donate, all I speak out about to hide my work, all I give up at great personal cost…I risk everything I have to bring an end to this tyranny.”

“The blood my people have spilled for liberation is worth more to me than every credit you’ve ever touched, Senator. Not until the body who stands before the red blades and blaster bolts of the Empire is your own will I hear you speak about what giving up everything means.” Cham Syndulla’s temper flared, his pointed teeth bared in disgust as the infighting continued.

Bail raised his hands to silence the room. “That’s enough. This infighting will get us nowhere. The matter still stands, the Captain brings us insight and truth at a cost higher than any of us could ever know. We have all lost family to the Empire. That is what is at risk for this man. For all of them. We cannot sit idly by and allow mass extermination to happen again.”

“We don’t have the numbers.” A Rodian man I didn’t recognize argued, the worry beginning to cloud the complex nebula of his eyes.

“How would we ever determine which of these clones is worthy of having his life saved?”

“What if they killed one of the great Jedi Generals? We cannot excuse this behavior and reward them with freedom. They should be executed for their crimes!”

More and more voices cried out in fear around the table and more and more I could feel it demoralizing Rex to his very core. The fists by his sides that were once curled in determination unfurled as his shoulders sagged in a sign of defeat that I hoped was only obvious to me.

I stood up slowly and grabbed his bicep in reassurance as I stepped past him. I slammed my fist on the table and quieted the room in an instant. “Listen to yourselves! Arguing and debating over the minute details of a decision that was never theirs to make. Punishing them for crimes they did not willingly commit. These are men. Good men. Men you once trusted with your lives. Who answered us when we needed help. And now that they need us you all could stand to close your eyes and turn your backs to another grand injustice? You would sit back and let the Empire wipe them out the same way they would every one of your planets? Your families? Your people? You seek to call yourselves a Rebellion. A Rebellion against a single being who oppresses all - every man, woman and child - who dares call out for their liberation. Who are all of you to place boundaries in the way of freedom? If you leave these men to suffer the consequences of a life stolen before its beginning, then this Republic was dead long before a clone ever picked up a blaster. Help us free these men from the binders we created or wear the scars of their loss on your very skin like the tallies on his armor.” I shouted, grabbing his helmet from the bag at our feet and tossing it in the middle of the holotable.

The people in the room gasped at the sheer brutality of it all etched into the plastoid. Each tally wasn’t for a republic victory like I once thought. Every tally stood for a brother's life lost from their battalion. Rex wore their loss on his outer skin so he’d never forget them. Pretty soon one tally stood for five men, for ten, for a hundred. So he didn’t run out of room. Plastoid was designed specifically to be light and wearable for extended periods of time. Yet, each etched memorial strike felt like the weight of a thousand brothers on each piece of armor. It wasn’t until he’d buried his brothers by hand outside the Tribunal did he realize how heavy a load survival truly was. How exhausted he was by the unbearably large loss of life he was surrounded by.

And now for the first time I truly felt it collapse down on top of me in the same way. I took in a deep breath to hold back the tears I wanted to cry and instead spoke again, my voice viciously serious and far more scornful than would’ve been permitted on the Senate floor. “I can’t bear to carry the weight of any more stolen lives. Can you?”

The representatives from planets all around the galaxy exchanged glances, silently absorbing the heavy tone in the omen of my words. Each and every person here stood for the lives of millions, just like Rex did. They had entire worlds to protect and their own interests to serve. They came together for a common goal. To destroy the evil that had taken root in the center of the galaxy we knew. Whether they liked it or not, that galaxy included the lives of clones.

Maybe they were never ready to address what was to come of them when the war was over. Maybe for the clones war would never be over. They would be re-conscripted and re-sold to fight in other wars, for other purposes. Maybe some planned to retire them. Let them choose to go free and live a life they should’ve been afforded all along. Maybe we would never know what their future would’ve been. Because this war wasn’t over. It had just begun and the forming rebellion now had the choice to deliberate on the very same issue they had more than five years ago. What to do with a clone army.

Senator Mothma let out a deep sigh and looked to where Rex and I stood beside Bail Organa. “Shall we put it to a vote? Senator Organa may record our conclusion.” The group of leaders audibly agreed in unison.

Rex turned to me with an expression of defeat I’d only seen on him once in our lives together. After the death of the way things were.

I leaned into his side and gripped his bare hand, his very real, very human, flesh and blood hand, in my own and did my best to comfort him. To brace him for whatever the possible result might be.

“Those in favor of exploring the liberation of the clones of the former Grand Army of the Republic and the removal of inhibitor chips say I.”

Three voices spoke.

An entire room full of decent people who I’d come to call friends of mine over the years, who had their lives, their entire planets saved time and again by clones throughout the war, who claimed numerous times to care about acting against injustice…

Nearly an entire room full of people fell silent. As the bystanders of oppression tend to do.

Of the dissenting voices, there was one whose accented tone stood out immediately. Cham Syndulla looked around the room in vehement disgust at the cowardice surrounding him. Clones had lived with his people since nearly the very beginning of the war and had become as much a part of their cause as anyone. There were even whispers on the holonet of an uprising on Ryloth that eliminated ISB forces from the planet for a rotation.

The second was Saw Gerrera, speaking in opposition of the young, yet timid and unsure former CIS Senator that accompanied him. It had been more than a year since Rex had helped train Saw and his rebels on his home planet of Onderon. But from what I could tell, Saw had aged quicker while fighting a war. Something that clearly made him identify with the clones' cause. Him being close enough to Rex to consider calling him a friend of sorts didn’t hurt either.

The last of the three voices, to no surprise, was Bail. Bail who believed without a shadow of a doubt that the clones were worthy of saving. Bail trusted my judgment and he trusted Rex because I did. Because Padmé always did. He had given us the shirt off his back and housed us all in secret when doing so could get him killed. Bail was with us.

But not even the tried and true, reliable and powerful voice of Senator Organa was enough to convince the group of utterly defeated leaders before us.

Palpatine didn’t just destroy the Jedi and the Republic as we knew it. He didn’t just take the will and independence right out of the bodies and minds of every clone. Palpatine destroyed the trust the people had in the men they owed everything to. The people no longer believed or felt safe with the group of them.

In many ways, it was like they were already dead in the eyes of the people. And pretending they weren’t anything worth saving was easier than coming to terms with the idea that they were individuals who deserved a life they were never going to be given. That the former Republic senators and leaders were signing death warrants for the second time since their creation.

Despite all that each and every clone fought and died to uphold for trillions of lifeforms across the galaxy, the people they saved didn’t care enough about them to return the favor. I broke inside as I watched Rex realize how devoid of meaning his life was to the people at the table. There was nothing I could do to ease that pain. To shield him from a cold reality he had given everything to try to prevent.

Bail made a solemn, apologetic glance over at me before he rested his hands on the table and spoke calmly, “It is decided then. The Alliance declines the motion.”

“Then this is no alliance.” Cham spat, “We do not abandon our own on Ryloth. The clones are as much family to my people as our own children. I will not stand beside people who treat them as anything otherwise.”

Saw let out a hearty laugh, contemptuous and paired with an arrogant, haughty smile. “You see, Mothma? See how your indecisive hand-wringing pushes away those who are willing to act? Your fear of consequences condemns them all to death. There will come a time where action is your only option. And I will not be waiting on anyone’s permission to fight.”

Their words were severe and fracturing. There was a clear lack of consistency within the levels of this newly formed Alliance. Mothma was all about decisive calculation, carefully orchestrated solutions without unnecessary loss. Syndulla and Saw, on the other hand, were from the school of thought that fighting and action were the only meaningful tools to battling an oppressive regime. Every loss made in the pursuit of freedom was not without purpose.

Rex usually agreed or at least understood this mentality. It’s the rule by which his brothers had lived for the last decade or so. Yet avoiding unnecessary loss was exactly what we both came to this meeting to do. Even though we looked forward to speaking the truth to people with the means and positions to actually do something, it felt like there was no right answer. That no one among them had any one right idea about how to fix things. We came here hoping for clarity and camaraderie. Now it just felt pointless.

Rex’s hand squeezed mine, turning to stare at me with the same vacant emotion that was filling my chest. This was not the outcome we wanted. This was not what we thought a rebellion would be. This was nothing short of demoralizing to everything we had worked toward. We both knew it.

Slowly, his fingers unfurled and he stepped back, letting the bickering at the table continue. He looked at me like all he wanted to do was run. I nodded and he faded into the back corner of the room, slipping out the door without so much as a word from any of the others in the room. I stood frozen in place, coming to the realization that whatever dream I’d once had of following in Senator Organa or Amidala’s footsteps was all a farce.

I would never allow myself to debate when people’s lives were at stake. That was never the person I was. I grew up in a criminal underworld and found my way through by crawling and scratching my way to survival. To do the right thing in a place surrounded by people who never did. Once, I thought that meant climbing up the sky scraping buildings to the light of the surface. To the place where liberty and fairness and political discussion could shape a better world for our people.

But now, knowing that everything was manipulated far before I was even born. That every single person in the Senate building was a pawn in one person’s lust for ultimate power. Through knowing Rex, and every clone I’d ever met, I knew that I wasn’t someone who spoke for others. I was someone who fought for others. It wasn’t until now, at this very meeting, that I realized what a difference there was between those two things.

Lost in my own numbing thoughts and realization of the death of a former dream, Bail nudged my shoulder delicately. I turned to him with more betrayal in my eyes than I’d ever looked at him with and let out a shaky breath just barely holding back my tears. He subtly nodded his understanding, his condolences for being outvoted, his deep, mournful sorrow at his inability to garner enough support for what he knew was the right thing. Even the greatest man I knew could fail sometimes.

“Go. He needs you.” Bail muttered below the crowd noise, “Your place is with them. I pray you find the solution they deserve. I’m sorry I couldn’t.”

I did my best to hide the scorned glint in my eyes, but the way he averted his gaze from me told me I hadn’t. “I know you’ve done all you could for us. We appreciate your help. But I expected more from the people I once knew. She would’ve been ashamed to have once stood amongst them.”

Bail sighed, “she understood sacrifice better than anyone. She would’ve understood our position.” He argued in the group's defense, though knowing he was on the losing side of our discussion. He could be too fair sometimes.

I thought about what Padmé would’ve done with millions of innocent lives on the line. I thought about the personal risk she would’ve taken to protect the rights of others. About all the things she’d do to protect me and the person I loved. Before I could realize what I was doing, I rested my hand on the bump I’d been hiding in plain sight.

“And she would’ve understood mine.” I bit back the tears brimming, as his eyes widened in realization. “They fought and died to protect your families. And since none of you find them worthy enough to return the favor, I’m going to do what you all won’t. Even if it kills me.”

I took off toward where Rex left the briefing room, Bail speechless and with little more to add that wouldn’t make this worse. The torch light of the tunnel we entered through led me back to the safety of the meadow. The tall grasses swaying in the haze of twilight felt like whips against my skin trying to hold me back. All the peace that we’d found here during the waning hours of daylight in late afternoon was replaced by the shaded gloom of night.

Running down the path left by his footprints, I followed his steps into the clearing of the open meadow. All the bright flowers of hope had closed as the light faded away. Not even the planet's three pale moons could be seen through the thickening clouds of fog rolling in. I could just make out his silhouette sitting beneath the knotted roots and limbs of the winding ancient tree, likely the closest he’d get to the jedi presence we all desperately needed right now.

I approached slowly, his jacket and pants sloughed off and in a heap on the ground behind him. He sat in the body glove he felt more comfortable in than real clothes and shivered slightly each time the wind picked up, brushing through curls he’d never worn this long before. With one knee pulled to his chest and the other dangling over the bended edge of the hilltop into nothingness, he stared off with his hands joined together in his lap.

My body collapsed down next to his, pulling him into a hug he was almost too numb to recognize immediately. He buried his face in my shoulder and tried calming his panicked breathing, coming in short heaving bursts or such faint inhales it felt at times like he wasn’t breathing at all. His mind was racing, but his body had surrendered, the control he’d maintained throughout the briefing completely cracking as reality set in.

My fingertips and palms took turns caressing circles and massages at the nape of his neck, totally failing to stop my tears from falling too. We could’ve been sitting there for hours, minutes, entire rotations and it still would’ve been impossible to tell. Such a brutal rejection in our darkest hour made time stand still while we tried to gather our thoughts.

After a long time he spoke, “I didn’t want to believe they don’t care. I-I hoped they’d find some humanity in us…in me.” He sniffled, sitting up and switching positions to let me lay my head on him now. “The simple fact is…we were always just numbers to most of them. All those battles, those men we lost, were just meaningless credits spent instead of lives lived. No one ever asked how it made us feel. It’s ironic that the ones we were forced to eliminate are the only ones who would’ve saved us.”

“I won’t give up, Rex. Whatever we can manage together…the five of us, we’ll help as many brothers as we can. I won’t abandon you all. We’ll find our own way.”

He slid me into his lap and kissed my forehead, “We’ll do all we can, until we can’t anymore. And when that time comes and we have to run, you listen to me. If we can’t save all my brothers, then we at least have to try to survive to live the lives they would’ve wanted.”

I nodded hesitantly, “it’s just…cruel. What kind of people create men who were only ever meant to die? How could I have wanted to be one of them?”

Rex tipped my chin up to look past the tears pooling in my eyes. “You’re not like them. You found me. When all the galaxy saw me - saw all of us - as weapons of war and destroyers of the Republic, you loved me. You love me.” He brushed away the streams of tears on my cheeks and let a bittersweet smile inch across his own stained face. “So maybe I was meant for that too.”

I let out a choked sob because his words, his feelings were selfless and beautiful when most people would be filled with nothing but despair. “Rex…it’s-it’s about more than that. You are meant to live. To be a survivor. So you can have the life that every one of you deserved to know. To grow old in.”

His eyes fell and he swallowed slowly, like it hurt him to absorb the idea that his own destiny might differ greatly from that of which his duty had always stated. “Living now means being with you. If I was always meant to survive to live a life I choose, then I was meant to spend it with you.” Our gaze into each other's eyes was an unspoken, unbreakable agreement to live in spite of the odds against us.

Life is about the pursuit of glorious purpose. Not to have it scripted to you or forced upon you at birth, but to find it for yourself. Rex found a reason to survive despite all the obstacles and though now that he knew his true purpose, he still felt he had a few more challenges to conquer.

“Pardon my interruption,” A smooth, accented voice whispered into the air behind us. “And my deepest apologies for what happened back there. I know many of them are not ready to experience, first hand, the harsh reality of war.”

Rex and I turned to find that Cham Syndulla and two of his younger advisors stood behind us under the cover of nightfall. We exchanged glances, before Rex stood up to meet him where he stood beside the twisted tree roots. “It’s alright, Cham, sir. Thank you for sticking up for us back there. We need all the support we can get now.”

“That…is why I am here. Your brother, Howzer, speaks of you with great regard.” Cham explained, sounding far more polite than he probably was on a battlefield. “We would like to present you, your partner and any other free clones with the means to support liberation. We have an opportunity for you, Captain Rex.”

Rex perked up, shaking off the effects that the meeting had on him the only way he ever knew how; diving right back into his duty. Knowing there was nothing else we could do to sway the larger rebellion in our favor, I squeezed Rex’s bicep to confirm my agreement. He reached for his helmet in the bag between us and slung it under his arm like he did thousands of times before when he meant business.

“...well, what’s the mission?”

Notes: I am sad :) also uhhhhh rebellions aren't easy, people don't always agree, political frustrations rampant as I think they would be during times like this. this fic has basically become an unnamed/physically undescribed oc...if you want to know more about her check here or send me an ask!

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Not Everything is As it Seems

"I'm leaving to join the monastery," Steve told the congregation, ignoring the shock that spread throughout the church. He could feel his father staring at a hole in the side of his head, which is why Steve didn't tell him. Not that he had the chance; he made the decision moments before he opened his mouth.

Bishop O'Donnel's popping vein was visible even halfway through the church, face going the color of the devil. It was no secret that he despised monks, constantly murmuring how all the money going to the monk's community was better spent at the church.

Steve now stood there, frozen and unknowing of how to proceed. His father and mother stood beside him, planning to announce his engagement with him and Tammy Thompson to the court. The same Tammy Thompson he refused to look at now. Either she'll be crying or bursting with anger - Steve knew she's had a crush on him since they were children.

"I just want to thank everyone for supporting me and helping me realize my true purpose," Steve said, laying it on a little thick. But they believed it, based on the large eyes of many men and women around the chapel. "I just want to journey to find my inner peace in the eyes of God."

Every sermon was pressed together into some scrappily crafted sentences, but it was enough. Someone started to clap, and then another, and soon, the chapel was bursting with applause. Steve supposed he would be clapping too, if some other chump was announcing he was giving up all earthly pleasures to go live in a dank temple.

But this was his only choice, and he knows it.

"When are you leaving?" Joyce Byers asked. Johnathon and Nancy were sitting next to her, both staring at him with wide eyes. He quickly pulled his gaze away and spoke to everyone.

"Immediately," he smiled. "I just wished to thank anyone one last time."

Bishop O'Donnel's withering expression had settled down to a glare, so he was able to speak without blowing up.

"We will miss you, Mr. Harrington," the Bishop said, voice echoing through the chapel. Steve resisted the urge to snort, sure. O'Donnell's hated him ever since he was a kid and was caught with his daughter out at night. They weren't even doing anything, but it was enough for him to be on his shit list.

As Steve stepped out of the pew and into the aisle, many from the town came up to shake his hand and wish him luck on his journey. Steve thanked each one, ignoring the stare of his father and mother on his retreating back.

He'd just made it out the doors and into the fresh air when he heard someone come out after him. His shoulders tightened, preparing to go toe-to-toe with his father.

But it was Senior Harrington, but Nancy Wheeler - now Byers. Steve and her stared at each other for a moment before she actually said anything.

"What are you doing, Steve?" she asked like they were friends. Like she didn't reject his marriage proposal and called him bullshit. "You don't want to become a monk?"

"How do you know?" Steve snapped. He wasn't a monk yet, he could still be a dick for a little bit.

Nancy didn't look taken aback by his temper. In fact, her own shoulders loosened a bit. "You'd hate being a monk, and you know it."

"Well," Steve shrugged. "There isn't anything for me here. This is my only chance to escape Nancy."

This is what seemed to get through to her. Her mouth opened but before she uttered another word, the doors of the church opened once more. Johnathon stepped out, eyes flitting between the two.

"Go home, Nancy," Steve said, turning and walking away before anyone else came after him.

Steve was able to sneak back into his house to grab some new clothes and some food for the journey. Monks were allowed anything of monetary value, so he just let his gaze and fingers linger over the softness of his bedsheets and books, let the old plush he's gotten from Dustin fall back onto the covers.

He was able to get out before Church let out, and thank the lord for that. He knew the second his father had him alone, Steve would pay for potentially ruining their chances to get in bed with the Thompsons. He could see his mother's wobbly lip now, quivering as she asks tearfully why he isn't thinking of his family.

Steve got out into the path before his house before realizing he had no idea where to go. He's heard rumors of one being out east, but the forest was dangerous. He wasn't very keen on wandering around on hope.

But there was no one else around, and Steve wasn't sure that there was anyone who knew where it would be, so he went with his gut. He headed out east.

The forest was dark and windy. Thankfully, spring had yet to melt into summer, so Steve wasn't suffocating in the humid heat. He traveled for a few days, resting when the sun set in between tree roots.

He ate through his rations quickly, wishing that he knew more about the wildlife so that he could actually know what's safe to eat or not.

Sometimes at night, Steve heard rustling in the bushes or footsteps against the dry dirt. There's never been anything there, until now.

Steve had found a little nook in a hill to rest for the night, curled up with his arms under his head as a makeshift pillow. He woke up to people talking.

He's woken up before to noises, but nothing as loud or clear as this. And when Steve slowly opened his eyes, it was to firelight. Someone was carrying lanterns - splashing light against the brush. Steve sat up, back pressed against the hill.

He had a quick second to debate whether or not to run for it when the man holding the lantern appeared. Steve couldn't see his face well with the darkness and the hood he was wearing, but he was able to see the widening of the man's eyes.

"I found something!" he called back, persumingly to the others. Moments later, more lanterns appeared, swinging from the hands of at least six other young men.

Steve slowly rose to his feet, rocking back and forth on his heels just in case he needed to make a break for it. The man who initially found him set down the lantern and held up his hands, approaching Steve like one would a wild animal.

Growing closer, Steve could see him more clearly. He was covered in freckles with dark eyes and hair, and something in him settled at the sight.

His cloak was a rough brown, and Steve knew he'd found the monks.

The man, Thomas, led him back to the monastery. The others followed. They were all silent in their movements, almost unnervingly so. Steve felt like an idiot trampling the underbrush alongside him, but no one mentioned anything.

The monastery was small and made of dark stone. There was a cross hanging above the entrance. Thomas led him down several corridors to a door that swung open to reveal a small room. It was only a few paces long, with a cot shoved in the corner. There was a tiny window perched above it.

Steve entered and sat down on the bed. The mattress was thin, and he could feel the wooden planks beneath it. Thomas was the only one left in the doorway when he looked up; the rest must have retreated to their own quarters for the evening.

"Feel okay?" Thomas asked, leaning against the door.

Steve cleared his throat. "Yeah, thanks."

Thomas nodded at him once before shutting the door. Steve laid back on the cot, laying his head on the thin, limp pillow. He watched the shadows move across the ceiling briefly before falling fast asleep.

He woke up the next morning to someone unlocking the door. Steve sat up, breathing heavily as he remembered where exactly he was. He didn't even realize the door had been locked the night before. He wondered if that was normal for a monastery.

The man who opened it was not one of the men Steve had seen the night before. His hood was down, so Steve could see his face clearly in the early morning light.

"Breakfast," the man said gruffly, looking Steve up and down once before turning and walking out into the corridor.

Steve stood up and hurried after him. This place was almost like a maze, and it wouldn't do any good to get lost.

The man led him to a great hall of sorts. Long wooden tables stretched out the room's length, with various monks milling around. Portraits hung on the wall. Paintings of the devil and suffering. Of children dying and men growing sick.

Steve was a bit disturbed by the images, but he knew the Bible was very dark. It probably is just a reminder of why they're monks, of how earthly pleasures can lead you to the devil.

Steve sat down next to Thomas, who gave him a toothy grin before turning to the other man, who sat opposite him.

"Billy!" he crowed. "We on for tonight?"

Billy glanced over to Steve quickly before nodding at Thomas. "Yup," he told him. "The usual stuff."

Steve furrowed his brow, running his spoon through the bowl of porridge some had dropped in front of it. "What's tonight?" he asked Thomas.

"Mass," Thomas said quietly. "Billy's the leader here; he always makes 'em interesting." Thomas winked at him before returning to his own porridge, shoveling it down like it was a delicacy. It wasn't.

But Steve was starving, so he scarfed his down, too. It was filling, at least, sitting heavy in his stomach. He sipped at the water he was also given, washing away the oats that caked in the back of his throat.

He wasn't really sure on what to do afterwards, so he just sat and listened to the conversations happening around him. A lot of people were excited about tonight, nudging each other and cracking jokes.

Steve relaxed a little bit. Maybe he'll fit in here easier than he thought. No one seemed to be the uptight monks everyone thought they would be.

After a few minutes, Thomas had scrapped the bottom of his bowl. He threw an arm around Steve's shoulder and jostled him a bit, standing up from the bench seat.

"Come on, let's get you changed."

Steve sighed in relief. He hadn't wanted to ask, but his clothes were caked in mud and brush, and he felt gross. He followed Thomas out of the hall, ignoring the whispers and stares from the other monks. He felt like he was back at church, like he was getting ogled and judged all at once.

Thomas led him to another room with only a desk in it. Across the old desk laid a long white tunic. Steve looked back at him, confused, but Thomas just gestured him forward.

He rubbed the fabric in between two fingers and was awed at the feeling. This was silk, smooth and chilled against his finger tips.

Steve looked back at Thomas again, but he was looking out the door - probably to give Steve some form of privacy. He looked back at the clothing and started to strip.

The silk tunic made gooseflesh appear on his arms and the back of his neck. It fell halfway down his thighs, but there was no trousers to go with it. He looked over to Thomas's long robe.

"Why do I have to wear this?" Steve asked, wrapping his arms around his middle to combat the chill that all stone buildings seem to bring.

Thomas looked him up and down, something flashing in his eyes. But it was gone when he met Steve's gaze.

"I'm not sure, something about being bare before God," he shrugged. "All new converts do it."

Steve stared at him for a moment. "How do you know I want to join?"

Thomas snorted a bit. "There's nothing else around here. There's no other place you would have been going."

Steve shrugged, finding no thought in the logic. "Now what?"

Thomas grinned, "Now is solitude."

"Solitude?" Steve asked. Thomas had exited the room, Steve following.

"Yeah, it's when we all go to our chambers and pray to God for a couple hours. Happens once a week."

"Oh," Steve furrowed his brow. "That's..." He couldn't find the right word to describe it.

Thomas had led him back to the chamber from the night before. "Have fun!" he said, closing the door behind him and locking it.

Steve looked around the room, at a loss for what to do. Finally, he just went to lie down on the cot. He's prayed before, but never on his own. Only in church or before meals, so he doesn't even know what'd he say to God.

While debating it, Steve fell asleep.

Steve woke up to the door unlocking for the second time that day. He sprang to his feet, hoping it looked like he was doing something productive instead of napping. But the guy who opened the door didn't even seem to care.

"Hey, I'm supposed to bring you to Mass," he told Steve in a rather monotone voice. Steve nodded, willing his heart to stop racing.

Steve followed the guy down various corridors, almost dizzy with the number of turns. He's sure he'll get it eventually, though. The man didn't say a word to him, so Steve stayed silent. They were both barefoot, so they made no sound as they walked through the monastery.

Steve wondered what time it was. He knows it was mid-morning when he ate and returned to his room, and it must have been a couple of hours since then. But there were no windows to show the sunlight and his stomach was starting to pain from hunger.

Finally, the man opened up a door at the end of a hallway and let Steve through. The man quickly joined the others who knelt before a great stone altar, lit up with candles that were spread throughout the room.

Steve caught Thomas's eye, who grinned and winked at him before returning to the altar. He wondered if he was supposed to kneel down too or if he had to do something else because he was new.

The door opened again, Billy strolling in with the same air of confidence as that morning. He grabbed Steve's arm, bringing him up to the dais where the altar sat.

Steve looked around, very confused by what was happening. Maybe there was an initiation or something. No one would meet his eyes, all staring straight forward.

Billy placed one hand on Steve's back, shoving him forward a bit so his stomach dug into the altar. Steve gasped a sound of pain, preparing to ask what the hell was going on.

Before he could, however, someone was grabbing his middle. He struggled, trying to kick back at the guy, but someone else held tight onto his arms and another to his legs.

He was set on the altar, heading banging back against the stone. His wrists and ankles were strapped to the edges, Steve eagle-spread across the top.

Steve looked around, wondering what was happening. Something thudded heavily in his gut as he realized all the weird things that had occurred since he arrived.

No one asked his name, he was given strange clothing, he was locked in the chamber for most of the day, and how everyone looked at him like he was a piece of meat.

Steve wasn't becoming one of the monks, he was their sacrifice.

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