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bbrandy2002 · 3 years

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Fool’s Rush In -- Chapter 16

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x MC

Warning: Some language, mild sexual talk

Since it’s been awhile since I last posted an update, in the previous chapter Madeleine had confronted Riley with a video after she left the ball.

Thank you @burnsoslow for the preread and beta.

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Riley sat on a leather bench at the foot of the bed with a television remote held loosely between her hands, folded in her lap.

Somehow her worn-out body managed to walk from the corridor after the encounter with Madeleine, up the many stairs of the quarters she shared with Liam and to their bedroom. The shock of the situation combined with exhaustion and throbbing pain in her lower back was secondary to the fear she felt at possibly giving up the man she loved.

With trembling hands, she had slipped the DVD into the player and watched her nightmare play out on the screen -- It was all true. Madeleine acquired an illicit video of Riley and her ex-husband that the Queen had no clue was recorded of her or existed.

Her thumb grazed over the pause button several times, but she knew pressing it wouldn’t stop the hurt and embarrassment she felt at that moment at watching her former husband violating her trust and privacy. It wouldn’t stop Madeleine from releasing the video of it to the press and public. And it wouldn't stop the love she felt for Liam -- no one was powerful enough to take that feeling away from her.

But it was those words Madeleine threatened her with that got equal consideration with that video in Riley’s mind. She tried to envision how the scenario would carry out if the video was released and for those who would be affected by it: her father, her friends, her former students.

Liam.

“It’s a shame that he’ll lose his reign, all because of you.”

“Would you really do that to Liam?”

“Do you genuinely believe you’re worth all the trouble it will cause him?”

Riley hit the pause button, her hands flying up to cover her tear-laden face as she bent over in sobs, shaking her head. She was wrestling with that inner voice, replaying Madeleine’s words like a broken record while struggling to remember everything Liam told her about trusting him and his love for her.

No matter how hard she tried to let his tender voice speak to that sacred place in her heart, Madeleine’s threats and taunts were getting the best of her. If there was even a slight possibility that the Countess was right, and Liam would get dragged through the mud in all of this, then there was no question what needed to be done.

Those scattered bricks that formed the walls she came to Cordonia with, the ones Liam had broken down, were quickly stacking up again, one on top of the other. If something didn’t happen soon, Riley would be surrounded and suffocated inside that impenetrable cocoon that initially caused herself to doubt her worthiness to him in the first place.

All of those insecurities and fears crept up faster than a flooded riverbank, and she felt powerless to stop it from rising. Even if she could, she’d never allow Liam to suffer the consequences of something she had the power to prevent. To hell with whatever happened to her, but not him. He saved her weeks ago, and as her teary gaze slid from her hands to the wardrobe closet across the room, this would be her way of saving him.

Riley picked up the remote from her lap and tossed it aside. Determined to get out of the palace and Cordonia before anyone could see her, she swallowed her anger and grief and swiped a knuckle under each eye to dry the tears shed.

She rose to her feet faster than she should have, feeling an intense shock of pain that began in her hip and shot down to her feet. There were no doubts that the fall from struggling with Madeleine injured her far worse than she wanted to admit to herself. With a shrieking whimper, she ground her teeth together and doubled over, feeling like she might faint.

Riley grasped her back and gave herself a second to breathe through the pain before straightening up and staggering to her wardrobe to pack whatever she could as quickly as possible.

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Liam stepped off the dance floor with Olivia's arm curled through his and escorted her back to their table. The conclusion of the ball was nearly upon him, and most guests had already stopped on their way out to say their farewells and offer congratulatory well-wishes. When they'd ask about the Queen's whereabouts, he'd tell them she had something come up that needed her attention. No one dared press him on the issue.

Checking the time on his watch, Liam looked up as Maxwell ran over with his phone in hand and dropped into a seat. He looked curiously at the out of breath Beaumont and asked, "What's going on, Maxwell?"

"Sorry," he replied before plucking a flute of champagne from a passing server's tray and gulping it down quickly. Wiping the droplets that dribbled from his mouth to his chin off with the back of his hand, he panted. "I ran here as fast as I could. I just got a text message from Drake. He's heading back soon."

"Did he say what the results of the paternity test were?" Olivia asked.

Maxwell nodded. "Yeah. They're Bastien's for sure. Las Vegas officials are allowing Drake to leave, but they've detained Bas until he pays up the $200,000 he owes to Boom Boom. Drake's return flight is scheduled to leave tomorrow morning, Cordonia time."

Liam pulled out his wallet and tossed $100 at a smug Leo, who promptly counted them out and stuffed the bills into his pocket. "I told you those little dudes weren't mine, bro. Really, your doubt in me hurts."

"I'll admit you were right, Leo. But you do have a track record when it comes to being involved in weird stuff like this."

"Yeah, I've gotten myself into some pretty hairy shit a time or two," he laughed as the memories came to him. "Ahh, good times, good times. But, y'know, it wasn't always just fun and games with me, Liam. During those few occasions when I'd show up to train on being the top dog of this place, Father taught me several valuable lessons. Wanna know what they were?"

"Not really," Liam answered dryly, then tossed back the rest of his scotch to prepare himself. "But I assume you're going to tell me anyway."

"Damn right I am! This is good shit to know, straight from the Big Kahuna himself." He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "You must never tell anyone what I'm about to share with you all. This is top secret, classified Cordonian shit we're talking about; lives are on the line here. Father would be pissed if --"

"Just spit it out already!" Olivia snapped.

"Alright, first, never jizz in a jacuzzi unless you want to be covered in a thin spiderweb-like amalgamation of your own gravy. Daddio said he learned the hard way on that one ..."

"Oh, God. Leo!" Sickened, Liam dropped his head.

" ... Next, when you kiss a woman's hand, do it on the thumb side. Most people scratch their asses with their fingers, but rarely their thumbs. I might be an exception to the rule on that one." Leo chuckled to himself. "And lastly ... Rys spermies are MEAN sons-of-bitches, and we should dip my balls in a mug of hot water every day to kill them before having sex."

"What the hell?" Olivia grimaced as she lowered her coffee mug away from her lips and pushed it away.

"My dad told me the same thing," Maxwell boasted. "Except he called them Beaumont spermies. I guess he heard the same story from someone different than your dad."

Liam lowered the hands that were covering his face and breathed out heavily, "Leo, did our father ever teach you about anything other than using protection and sex during these meetings? Anything about negotiations, taxes, treaties ..."

Leo considered him for a moment. "Nope. He said you'd do all that stuff."

Liam grumbled. "Of course he did."

Olivia looked between Leo and Maxwell and scowled. "Well, it's too bad neither of your fathers took their own advice." She grabbed her clutch from the table. "At least I'll rest easier knowing the two of you aren't reproducing. Now, if you'll excuse me."

"I'll walk out with you, Liv." Liam rose and left the ballroom, having had more than enough of his fill of Leo for the night. There was also an incredibly sexy woman upstairs he'd been dreaming of pleasing all day, and he was overly eager to make good on his promise to join her shortly.

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Liam made his way through the residential wing and down the long hallway to his quarters. While undoing his tie, he stopped midway when he noticed a vase that usually sat on a decorative table along the wall, tipped over on its side with bundles of long-stemmed roses littered on the ground around it.

As he stooped down to pick them up, he found it oddly peculiar -- they didn't just fall over like this on their own. If a member of the staff had knocked them over, they would have picked them up; he felt certain Riley would have, as well.

After rearranging the flowers in the vase and situating them back on the table, Liam removed his key card from his pocket and swiped it through the key fob next to the door.

"Riley! I'm home," he called out in a sensual tone, knowing she was most likely upstairs -- hopefully naked and ready to get her ass spanked -- and wouldn't have heard him.

Taking a moment to check his reflection in the entryway mirror, Liam smoothed back his hair and tested his breath against his palm, satisfied he was good. After a quick stop in the kitchen to grab a can of whipped cream and chocolate sauce, Liam ascended the stairs, two at a time, to his bedroom.

"Daddy's ready for his dessert ..." his exuberant voice trailed off as the sultry smirk he donned quickly faded away when he walked into an empty room. "Riley?"

Glancing around the bedroom, the en suite door was still open, and the light was off, so he knew she wasn't in there. The bed was still in pristine form and didn't look touched. He wasn't at all worried; Riley likely went for a snack, even though that thought seemed rather odd considering how adamant she was about returning to their quarters earlier.

Liam placed the toppings on a side table and slipped out his phone. He plopped down on the bench at the foot of their bed, thinking maybe he'd missed a message or call from her.

There was nothing.

He scratched his head; it wasn't like Riley not to mention to him if she'd gone somewhere, not that she had to. But in this case, she knew he'd be up soon. Thinking about the overturned vase Liam walked upon, something started to not sit well with him.

With the cell still in his hand, he pulled her contact information up. Just as he was about to hit the dial button, he heard "Liam" in a low, raspy voice.

Relief washed over him as he stood and put his phone away. "Love, you worried me. Everything okay?" Her face was ashen, and her eyes red and swollen. Liam's insides immediately clinched.

Riley didn't answer as Liam crossed the room, frantically approaching her, worry engraved on his features. “Riley, love, what’s wrong? What happened?” His eyes were desperately searching for any clue as to what was clearly something wrong with his wife.

She held out her hand, preventing him from coming too close. “Please ... don’t.”

Bewildered, he asked, “What are you doing, sweetheart?”

Riley turned her head away somberly; she couldn't bear to look at him. She had planned to get out of the palace before he returned from the ball; there was no way she would be able to face him. Liam would want an explanation that she couldn't give him. But when she got to the car, Riley noticed there was something important she forgot to give back to him, and there was no way she would take it. Maybe somewhere inside, even if she couldn't admit it, she needed to see him and do this right. “I ... have to go.” Her words were barely audible.

Liam's brows bumped together. “Go? You’re going somewhere this late? But you were tired before --”

“No,” Her head shook faster than she realized before she spat the rest out. “I’m leaving Cordonia. I’m returning to Las Vegas, and I’m not coming back.”

“Riley? What the hell is going on? You were fine and having a good time 30 minutes ago, and now, all of a sudden, you want to go back to Nevada. What am I missing here? Does this have something to do with what happened at dinner? Because I told you --”

“You’re not missing anything. I came here to prevent you from marrying Madeleine, and I did that. That was the agreement, and now ... I’m going home.”

Liam started to laugh and wagged his finger at her. “Leo put you up to pranking me? He's mad about me sending that damn monkey away and is trying to get me back, right? Because if he did, that's just … just heartless. And I don’t find it funny.”

“No, Liam.." She shook her head again. "Leo didn’t put me up to this, and it's not a prank.” Riley carefully pulled off the wedding bands she came back to give him and held them out to him.

He looked at them and gritted his teeth. “Put them back on,” he commanded.

“I can’t do that, Liam. They belonged to your mother, and I’m not taking something so sentimental with me back to Vegas.”

“You’re damn right you're not taking them back to Vegas with you because you’re not going!”

“I am.”

“No, you’re not!”

Riley choked out into a wispy sob, “I’m so sorry, Liam. I'm so sorry!”

He said nothing as he stared at her in disbelief and saw that she was serious. “Why?” He asked as his throat clenched and the first tear slipped down his cheek.

Her body felt leaden, never having seen him this shattered. “Liam, I just want to go home, okay? I mean ... this has been an amazing experience, and I’ll never forget it, but I miss my home, and my job, and my friends ..."

“Fuck your home! I’ll buy you one here that looks just like it. Visit your friends all you want ... hell, bring them here if you want to; I don’t care. That's NOT what's going on! There’s something you’re not telling me. And I want to know, NOW!”

Riley startled at his yell, wanting to hold him and make it better. “Liam, I don’t want to be in Cordonia anymore, or be the Queen, or live in this palace. I want to go home.”

He motioned around the room.“THIS is your home, Riley ... Cordonia. I’m your home! This palace is your home." Liam scrubbed a frustrated hand furiously over his face. "Again, you were fine 30 minutes ago. What changed between you leaving the ball and coming up here? You're not telling the truth for some reason, but I can’t figure out why. Did I do something to upset you? Did someone else do something to upset you?"

"No!" she responded expeditiously.

"I love you, Riley. You know that, right?" She nodded; the glisten in his blue eyes and the desperation in his trembling voice was destroying her willpower. "Do you … still love me?"

Riley slammed her eyes shut. She loved him with every fiber of her being, and to tell him so in this very moment would only serve to prolong this hellacious situation. The only way to protect him from losing everything -- in her mind -- was to let him go. He would fight her on this, and it broke her heart to see the pain and confusion in his eyes, but it had to be done.

“Do. You. Love. Me?” he enunciated his question once more. The struggle and agony on her face were evident to him.

Riley turned away from Liam and faced the door. Did she have it in her to answer that question with a lie?

"... the council will have no choice but to question Liam's decision-making abilities after not only squandering his pick of a queen on some American nobody but now one whose ass will be featured on the desktops of teenage boys across the world. It's a shame he'll lose his reign, all because of you. Would you really do that to Liam? Are you worth the trouble?"

The sadness crushed her. There was no other way to protect him. Riley swiped at her face and answered firmly.

“No.”

With that, the Queen walked out, leaving the King in an empty room with his shock, his confusion, and an unimaginable pain he'd never get over.

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lordkambe · 4 years

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Haiii I love you!!!! Could I please request a jealous Rin (free!) smut. Biting, choking the more depraved the better ❤️

🦈 character, fandom, type of reader: rin matsuoka, free, woman reader.

🦈 genre, rating: nsfw. 18+ only.

🦈 themes, triggers: explicit descriptions, explicit dirty talk, choking, biting, jealously that could be interpreted as yandere ngl, daddy!rin,

🦈 author’s note: hey i love rin. very much. very glad i got this. there’s a plot to the p*rn so i apologize if this is kinda long ! aside from that i hope you enjoy this smutty, s-m-u-t-t-y drabble 😏

Following Rin to Sydney wasn’t something you regretted. You’d been to the beautiful city in the past and were set on attending a local university in the city prior to meeting Rin. When he shared his interest in returning to the city himself and pursuing his career as a professional swimmer, it further solidified your belief that the two of you were fated to be together. The two of you had been dating for quite some time but only had taken it a step further when you entered university. To cut your own personal costs, you moved in with Rin and from then forward your relationship with Rin wasn’t casual; the two of you took your relationship seriously and weighed your future in every decision you made. It was healthy, it was nice, and it was the perfect dose of a domestic lifestyle with the man you loved.

Rin had texted you to meet him at the local pub where he would be treating some of his old friends to drinks and given that you needed a break from your studies, you happily obliged. Before leaving you took your time to get yourself put together you couldn’t possibly enter the pub in the pair of sweats you wore. Skipping the formal wear, even the clubwear, you went for something comfortable and casual, however, the v-neck tee boyfriend you wore was somewhat transparent and exposed the black bra you wore underneath; unwilling to change you threw on a light cardigan and headed out to the pub.

Luckily the pub was within walking distance of your shared apartment with Rin but given that you had taken a bit longer debating whether or not to change your shirt, Rin and his friends had already beaten you to the punch. You waved at the group of boys through the window and quickly entered the crowded pub. “Y/N!” Rin greeted you with a toothy smile. He stood from his seat and engulfed you into a hug followed by an obligatory kiss. You then turned to wave at Rin’s old friends from Japan and a few familiar faces struck out enough for you to greet them by name.

A seat next to Rin wasn’t open and instead of making a fuss about it, you sat down next to his childhood friend/rival, Sousuke. You had only heard about him through Rin’s stories and remembered he had issues with his shoulder after a strain. Once the casual conversation with everyone had come to an end you talked to Sousuke and exchanged stories about Rin --- much to his dismay. Rin was busy catching up with his other friends but you felt his eyes on you every second or two. You didn’t give it much attention as you were too entertained by Sousuke’s stories.

Because of the crowded feeling in the pub, the heat within it began to grow. The cardigan you wore was light but even then you felt uncomfortably warm. You took a heavy sip of your water, Sousuke looked at you with a bit of concern,

“you should take off your sweater. I took off my jacket too. It’s really hot in here for whatever reason.” He spoke into the rim of his beer glass before taking a heavy sip from it.

You nodded your head not thinking twice about why you wore a cardigan to begin with. Attempting to wiggle your arms out from the cardigan it was difficult to do given that you were sandwiched between two very broad men. Sousuke stood up from his seat and took your hand.

“Here Y/N, I’ll give you a hand.”

You smiled at his kindness and took his hand. He helped you remove your cardigan in order to place it behind your seat. You sat down and wiggled your shoulders feeling a breeze of cool air sweep past your exposed skin. The hair that fell down your neck was still a nuisance however so you took the hair tie around your wrist and tied your hair into a high ponytail. While doing so the transparency of your shirt was made known to Rin mostly, nobody else seemed to notice or care. The fleeting glances he was giving you from across the table were now replaced with a heavy stare. You looked at him for just a second but before you could say anything Sousuke grabbed a hold of your attention. He continued with his story about how Rin and he had a friendly competition as children.

“So yeah --- as I was saying. There was a time when Rin was trying to catch up with me but didn’t notice his shoes were untied.”

Your eyes grew obviously interested and entertained by the story Sousuke was sharing. He seemed to be vibing with you as well. His eyes were locked with yours and it was evident that he was interested in becoming friends with you. You were Rin’s long-time serious girlfriend after all and Sousuke was a great friend of Rin who cared deeply about him.

“And then he just fell flat on his face. He completely ate shit.”

Concealing a smile you added to the story, “let me guess he started to cry?”

“Oh like a baby,” Sousuke added.

With that, the two of you burst into a fit of laughter that occupied most of the pub. The two of you had an obnoxious laugh, there was nothing more to it. You playfully slapped Sousuke’s shoulder and he dramatically let out a whine and rubbed the place you hit. You were gullible enough to fall for it remembering that Rin had mentioned Sousuke had a shoulder injury.

You sat closer to him, close enough for your chest to press to his side. You rubbed his shoulder in remorse. “Oh my god. I’m so so so sorry!”

Sousuke looked down at you with his sea-green eyes. “You’re just as gullible as Rin.” You ripped yourself from his side and crossed your arms. Cutely, you stuck his tongue out at him. That was it for Rin. He couldn’t just sit there and watch the two of you anymore. He stood from his seat and as he did the dishware on the table clinked together. Without much care to anyone else who was there Rin walked towards you and grabbed your arm forcing you to stand up.

“Hey! Rin! What the hell?”

Rin looked at you, you’d seen that face a few times before but only when someone tried to make a pass at you. He was jealous but you couldn’t understand why he would be jealous.

“Thanks, everyone but Y/N and I are leaving. You have that thesis to work on, remember?”

“Yeah but --”

You took a deep breath and understood that now wasn’t the time to argue with him. So you nodded your head and agreed.

“Yeah. He’s right. I’ve been putting off that thesis for a while. It was nice meeting you guys.”

You looked down at Sousuke and watched as he stood from his seat. He gave Rin a hug and then invited you into one as well. It would be awkward to refuse it. He gave you your sweater but before you could grab it yourself Rin took it for you and with that the two of you were off. The walk back to your shared apartment was quiet. You attempted to break the silence by talking to Rin but he didn’t budge. He trudged his feet forward and you followed behind him. Provided that Rin wasn’t communicating with you the second you entered your apartment you returned to your work.

Rin watched you as you began to open up your laptop.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m working on my paper, Rin.”

Your eyes were busy opening up the tab you left off on. Rin walked towards you and lowered your screen causing your hands to leave the keyboard. He shut the laptop completely.

“Rin what the fuck is wrong with you?” You looked up at him angrily.

“With me? What do you mean what the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You understood he was jealous of what happened at the pub. He didn’t need to say it but this behavior? It was unacceptable. You set your laptop on the coffee table and stood up. He was much taller than you so you looked up at him.

“Nothing is wrong with me Rin. You invited me to the pub to meet your friends. I was getting to know them.”

“Them? C’mon, Y/N. You seemed to only be interested in one person.”

With a shake of your head, you rolled your eyes. Now with your arms folded across your chest, you shrugged your shoulders.

“Sousuke? I was sitting right next to him and I had to make conversation. What did you expect me to do, sit awkwardly and not say anything? ”

“Did you have to take your sweater off---”

You cut him off.

“It was hot! Rin, oh my god. What has gotten into you?”

“Nothing has gotten into me. I’m not that petty. Look at your shirt.”

He pointed at your cleavage.

“You had no business wearing a shirt where everyone could see your bra. That’s only for me to see.”

Your hands came up to rub your temples.

“Rin. I didn’t do that on purpose. Nobody noticed.”

“I noticed.” Rin stepped closer towards you.

“Of course you noticed, your mind is always going someplace perverted.”

You mumbled under your breath -- soft enough where you didn’t think he couldn’t hear.

With his hand, he took your chin and turned it for you to face him, “what the fuck did you just say?”

It was the look in his eyes that was a dead give away to what was about to transpire. Punishment. It happened rarely, you were good. Rin hated punishing you or at least that’s what he swore.

“Nothing.” You said in response.

Rin clicked his tongue.

“You know how I feel about liars, Y/N. You said my mind is perverted. And what about yours, hm?”

The question is rhetorical. You knew this but your pride urged you to respond. Rin covered your mouth preventing you from saying anything further.

“Do you like him... Sousuke? I bet you were thinking about him huh? I can’t blame you, he's a handsome guy. Do you want me to call him? So he can fuck you? So I can show him how much of a fucking slut you are?”

Rin removed his hand from your mouth and ordered you not to speak. With both his hands he tore the fabric of your tee and exposed the black bra you wore. It was nothing sexy. A casual t-shirt bra that was a part of your everyday attire but because of the push-up support your cleavage looked more pronounced than usual.

“I bet that’s what you wanted Sousuke to see. You were just shoving your breasts in his face asking him to bend you over and fuck you.”

You nodded your head no. Rin only chuckled, still not believing your disinterest in his friend. He turned away from you and took a seat on the chair across from you. He sat with his legs wide, wide enough for you to see the growing length between his pants. You stood there silently waiting for what Rin wanted to do with you next.

“Take off your pants, Y/N.”

You unbuttoned the waistband of your jeans and removed them. You picked them up and placed them on the chair behind you. You stood in front of your boyfriend in your mismatched bra and panty set. Rin took out his phone and held it in your direction.

“Should I take a picture and send it to him? Should I let him know you’re thinking about fucking him?”

You shook your head no once more this time with much more vigor. You stepped towards Rin before finally kneeling in front of him. Your hand held his wrist and you lowered his phone.

“You have permission to speak, Y/N.”

You took a breath before opening up your mouth to finally respond.

“Baby. I’m so--”

Rin cut you off.

“Who do you want to fuck, me or him?”

Without missing a beat you responded,

“You.”

Rin shoved his phone into the pocket of his jacket and took your hand. He guided you into the bedroom and threw you on the bed. Rin placed his phone on the nightstand and began to remove his own clothing. With his jacket, shirt, and pants free he only remained in his boxers. Finally, his broad figure hovered your own. Rin took his hand and gently placed it around your neck. His fingers were delicate against your skin but you knew it wouldn’t remain that way for long.

“Who does this body belong to?” He asked, his delicate fingers turned into a grip.

“It b-belongs to you -- Rin.”

The grip he earned felt tighter but the sensation was pleasurable. You felt the heat in your core rise. Rin had a dark expression but his eyes told another story. He was looking forward to pleasuring you even though he was still consumed by his jealousy. Rin lowered his frame closer towards yours and as he did you felt his hardened length press against the inner of your thigh, sending a jolt of adrenaline to surge through your veins. He placed a kiss on your lips and it was gentle, loving despite what the tone of the situation implied. Despite it all his kisses were always filled with so much warmth and care. He loved you, so much.

“And what would you like me to do with your body, Y/N?”

“Anything.”

He repeated, “anything?”

You nodded your head. The grip he earned around your throat loosened. He kissed your lips once more and he began to trail his kisses lower. He took extra time around your neck making sure to leave tender kisses where his fingers dug into your skin. As he continued his task soft moans flew out of your lips which Rin loved to hear. As he kissed lower and lower it was almost like he had memorized the parts of your body that felt the most pleasure. In those places, he opened his both and gently bit your skin. The painful yet pleasurable act always left little marks, little marks you loved to trace over the next day.

“This isn’t one of those fancy bras,” Rin noted with his fingers looped between the straps.

You nodded your head. “I don’t wear lingerie every day, Rin.”

“Well. You should. For me anyway.”

Rin lowered the straps to your bra before opting to shove the cups down instead.

“Better yet you should just stop wearing one... for me though. Me only.”

“Of course only you. Always for you.”

It was the reassurance of your words that caused Rin to look up at you. He smirked,

“Don’t think your cute words are going to let you off the hook so easy.”

Rin kissed the middle of your chest before taking his mouth around one of your nipples. With his tongue, he lapped circles around the sensitive bud. The pleasure from that alone caused your hips to buck forward. You felt his hard cock against your clothed cunt. Rin stopped his movements and shoved your hips back down into the mattress. He grunted in distress.

“You said I was the one with perverted thoughts. Yet with just a little bit of fondling your body is already begging for my cock. Do you want me to fuck you, fuck you so hard that you forget about any other guy?”

You blushed at his remark feeling embarrassed at how eager you were for him. You watched as his eyes trailed down to view the wet spot between your legs. Out of embarrassment, you closed them. Rin sat on his knees and he tore your legs open.

“Such a fucking whore.” He muttered underneath a breath.

“You have such a lewd body. You’re begging me to fuck you and I’ve barely enough touched you.”

He shook his head at you. “Take off your panties for me.”

Without any hesitation, you completed the task. You took off your panties and threw them aside.

“Open your pussy wide for me.”

You’re hesitant. Rin didn’t like your hesitance.

“Oya, oya?”

Rin arched an eyebrow.

“Don’t act shy. Open your pussy for me.”

You brought your knees up and opened your legs wide. With your hands, you opened the folds of your pussy to expose yourself to him. Rin was smiling widely. His eyes were hungry to consume you whole.

“Look how wet you are. Just for me?”

With two fingers Rin gently rubbed your clit. Because you were so eager to be pleasured, the moan you gave was louder than you had anticipated. You bit your tongue but Rin quickly encouraged you to moan to your heart's content.

“You can be a whore. It’s fine.”

It was his weird way of humiliating you and from the looks of it he wasn’t going to stop just there.

He entered both his fingers inside you.

“You welcomed me in without any issue.” His fingers began to thrust in and out of you at a miserably low speed. You kicked your legs and whined at the torturous experience.

“Baby, I can’t have you cum from just my fingers.” He leveled with you.

“Then give me more.” You spoke out of turn but your request intrigued Rin.

“More? What do you want?”

“You.”

“You’ll have to be more specific, babe.”

You clicked your tongue and with an exhale you admitted what you truly desired.

“Your cock.”

“Where do you want it? I can put in several locations.”

His fingers were still within you and with each question, he asked he moved his fingers either further inside you or thrust them in and out. If that wasn’t enough, he used this thumb to gently brush against your clit.

“Inside -- me. Inside my pussy. Please, Daddy.”

Daddy. You’d never used that word before. And it was like something inside of Rin clicked. He removed his fingers from inside you and licked them clean. He returned to hovering above you. He looked down at you with lust-filled eyes. “What did you just call me?”

“Daddy.”

“Do you want daddy’s cock to fill your tiny little pussy?”

You nodded your head eagerly and given that Rin was so turned on from his newfound nickname he was done with his teasing. He removed his boxers and from out sprung his thick cock. The impressive length he had was throbbing and glistening with his precum. You moaned at the sight.

He held his cock in his hands and prevented himself from stroking it. Every ounce of pleasure he wanted would be from what he gave you. He aligned the tip of his cock against the folds of your pussy. He circled the tip around your clit and you pressed your head further into the pillow. Without warning, Rin entered inside of you causing you to grasp at the sheets under you. Once he fully entered he realized he had done so raw. You were now on the pill so neither of you thought twice about the action.

“It feels different raw, doesn’t it?”

He admired how his cock was fully inside you and he continued to watch as he began to thrust. As always his thrusts, to begin with, were slow. He liked to admire how his cock thrust in and out of your pussy. He finally gave you the benefit of eye contact and you put on a show for him. The pleasurable experience of his cock finally inside you caused your face to change in order to reflect the amount of pleasure you were receiving from Rin.

With his hips moving in and out of you at a rhythmic pace he brought his hand up to grasp your neck once more. With his thumb he placed it in the middle of your lips,

“Open your mouth for daddy.”

You did as instructed and began to suck on his thumb imagining if it was his cock instead. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes that were somewhat teary from the mix of pain and pleasure you felt with his large length inside of you.

“Do you wish that was a cock?”

You held his wrist and nodded fervently.

“Maybe I should call Sousuke and ask him to come and shove his cock in your mouth. Maybe that would finally make you shut the fuck up about how I have perverted thoughts.”

Rin continued to thrust in and out of you he didn’t want you to speak. He was fully in control of your pleasure as well as his own.

With his free hand, he reached over to grab his phone that he left on the nightstand. It wasn’t unusual for him to take pictures of you but provided the context you wondered what he was up to.

“I have to take a picture of your face baby. Yo--You’re taking daddy’s cock so well. I h-have to.” His thrusting is scattered and you aren’t entirely sure if he’s going to pleasure you from his cock alone. He was such a tease especially in his jealous state, he could just leave you there. You wrapped your legs around his waist and started to thrust into him as well. Your moans grew louder and louder. Rin laughed in pleasure.

With the phone still in his hands, you took advantage of the situation,

“Are you going to take a picture of me, daddy? Huh? Are you going to show everyone how good you fuck me?”

Rin groaned loudly himself his hands shaking at the immense pleasure he felt from you thrusting alongside him.

“F-fuck you’re such a fucking whor-whore.”

He’s panting and you clenched around him causing him to further fall down the spiral of his ecstasy. He threw his phone elsewhere and grabbed your legs. He removed them from around his waist and held them open wide.

You sobbed at the action as his cock was thrusting deeper inside you and hitting the spongey spot that brought you the utmost pleasure. You felt his entire length thrust inside of you and just sit inside the pit of your stomach. With his large hands forcing your hips into the mattress it was impossible to move. You were chained to him and so desperate to reach your state of euphoria.

“Do you like that. Huh? You’re clenching. Mmmm---fuck Y/N!”

Rin began to move faster in and out of you.

“Daddy’s cock is deep inside your pussy, you love it don’t you? You little fucking slut. You just --- just love daddy’s cock filling your pussy up with his cum.”

He then takes both of your legs and swings them over his shoulders. Your hips hovered above the mattress and the pleasure you felt was immense. The sound of your flesh slapping against his alongside your loud, nearly screaming moans filled the room. Without warning him you clenched around his throbbing cock and reached your peak. As you did something inside you snapped, you squirted around his cock, and the second you did you felt the thick spurts of his hot cum coat the inside of your pussy.

His body went limp and came crashing down to lay on the bed next to you. Rin had his face flat on the pillow, he was breathing heavy and as were you. You laid with your hand on your stomach feeling oddly full but empty at the same time. You touched your pussy but it was so sensitive from the pleasure you twitched at a simple graze.

You turned your head to Rin your body was too weak to fully face him. Rin turned his head as well and looked at you. The two of you chuckled,

“That was amazing,” Rin said.

With a weak, tired voice you asked. “Are you still mad at me?”

With whatever strength he had left Rin came closer towards you and kissed you.

“Call me daddy again.”

“--- Daddy.”

Rin kissed you.

“Nope. Not mad.”

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nohoney · 3 years

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I Just Want It To Be Us - 1.1

note: Part 1 of the Us series which is originally posted on my ao3 here

Us series masterlist

characters: Dabi/Touya Todoroki, Hawks/Keigo Takami

warnings: 18+, drug use, toxic relationships, cheating, angsty-ish

summary:

That question always rang through your mind every time he comes back smelling like one of his side whores and cash in his pocket. He’s your boyfriend but he’s been doing this since way before he met you, and he wasn’t going to stop just because you’re together. It was a condition that you pretty much forced yourself to accept from the very beginning because well… you really did like Dabi that much.

Dabi knows that it makes you upset but he’s not going to stop for your sake.

You know that he won’t.

1.1 ✧ 1.2 ✧ 1.3

Your mother would be so disappointed if she saw you with your current boyfriend.

“Marry a nice man, honey.”

“When you find someone to settle down with, make sure he’s the one.”

“Don’t flit about from guy to guy, it’s not lady-like.”

All these rules your mother set you up with when it came to finding a boyfriend, you knew it came from a good place in her heart. She was only looking out for you when she told you these things but didn’t she get that dating now was different in this age and time? You’re a free person and you can see however many people you want or you could see no one at all and that was perfectly fine as well.

She has a feeling you’re seeing someone but you haven’t confirmed with her. To be honest, you don’t think you’ll tell her anything about your current boyfriend. It would be for the sake of preserving her little, fragile heart. How horrified would she be if she found out her precious daughter was dating the local drug dealer in her college campus?

He didn’t like being called by his surname and he didn’t seem to like being called by his first name either. The first time he speaks in front of your intro to philosophy class, taking it just to fulfill one of grad requirements, he says to just refer to him as ‘Dabi’. It’s curious to the people who don’t know who he is already but who are they to argue with someone how they should be addressed?

So you call him Dabi.

You called him Dabi the first time you spoke to him in class, asking for notes from the day you missed before in class. You called him Dabi when he found you sitting alone in the library and he kicked your chair to get your attention. You called him Dabi the more you spent time together with him, even past the semester once your one shared class is over and final grades were submitted. You called him Dabi the first time he ever rails you on his cock in the backseat on his car.

You almost forget sometimes that his real name is Touya.

In his off campus apartment, he sits in a chair in front of the bathroom mirror and you stand behind him with plastic gloves over your hands, helping him dye the roots of his hair black. The dye stinks, you hate the smell of it, but he kind of suckered you into doing it for him this time. He promised that if you’d help him, he’d sit through one of your stupid romantic-comedy movies you’d been dying to watch for a while. But you had to tack on a condition if he was going to give you an incentive.

If Dabi watched a movie with you and wasn’t entertained by it enough, he’d always leave to smoke a joint and come back high just so that he could get through the rest of the film.

“No break of any kind unless it’s a snack or pee break, you understand me?” you tell him as you put the final layer of dye on his roots. “And no doing it before the movie starts! I want you sober when we watch it together.”

“Yeah, yeah doll. You have my word.” Dabi passively waves his hand at you as he looks down at his phone.

Your eyes casually glance down at his phone screen and see that he’s in his messages app.

Wonder if someone is trying to get him as a connect. You think to yourself as you dispose of the plastic gloves and the remaining hair dye. You’re cleaning up the hair dye tools and open the window to air out the awful smell of the dye, all while Dabi sits in his chair and stares at his messaging app. The sounds of incoming messages from his phone tell you that there’s a conversation going on but his fingers don’t move over the keyboard to respond. It’s not your business how he runs his operations.

“How long do I leave the dye on?” he asks as he stands up from the chair, putting his phone on the countertop, and literally rips the shirt off his body from the neckline down the middle. It’s just a regular t-shirt he bought to protect his skin from the dye dripping onto his body dispensable from the very beginning, but he didn’t have to make a show of it. The shirt drops to the floor in a heap and he kicks it off to the side; you are not picking it up for him.

Dabi’s hot, ridiculously hot, that’s the first thing anyone notices about him. Both his ears have multiple piercings and his nose as well sporting three studs on his right nostril. If he’s wearing short sleeves, the first thing anyone will see that his both arms are tattooed all black, save for where they end, at his hands and shoulders it’s detailed to look like his skin is being held together by staples. On any other person it would look ridiculous to you, on Dabi not so much.

He notices you staring and winks at you, but you scoff at him and push past him to exit the bathroom. “You know how long it stays on, you’ve done this plenty of times before by yourself.”

“I like it when you tell me doll.”

Ah Dabi could be so charming when he felt like it.

You roll your eyes at him but peck him on the lips. “Shut up, I’m going to order in some food for dinner today.”

“Wow, ordering in for dinner tonight. Such housewife material (Name).” Dabi pokes fun at you.

“And you’re going to be the perfect husband Dabi.” you tease back.

You’re not certain if Dabi is long-term boyfriend material, you’ve only been dating for about five months. It’s not a long period of time you’ve spent as boyfriend and girlfriend but you’ve had a lot of fun with him. Although you have to admit that part of the fun you were experiencing with Dabi was because of what he’s introduced you to.

Before Dabi, you’d only smoke a little bit of weed every once in a while or take the occasional edible to wind down. You never had your own stash of it, you’d only partake if a friend supplied or if you were at a party. There was no point in having your own selection if you didn’t really partake in it that much. You were okay with smoking from a joint or a bong every once in a while, maybe take an edible if you wanted something a little stronger than smoking flower.

After Dabi you’d indulge in the occasional gram of coke and maybe some ecstasy if you felt like you could afford to take two days off from work for the come down. There were still others you hadn’t given a try yet, like shrooms or 2CB or do a candy flip, but you were slowly working up the nerve to give them a try when you were ready. Dabi offered you a Percocet but god, never again because you were too fucked up the one time you tried it.

You didn’t really think in your life you’d be involved romantically with a drug dealer but honestly it’s not as bad as you thought it would be.

Oh yeah, try explaining that to Mom…

Dab treats you right for the most part, he’s never yelled at you or ever taken his anger out on you either since dating each other, he just sells narcotics on the college campus and he got you into it too, it’s not a big deal. It helped that Dabi took it easy on you rather than just pushing you to do more than you were comfortable with. The first time you were curious about coke, he made you a little thin line of it and it took you more than an hour to decide you were ready before finally snorting it. After that first one, he let you decide how long and thick you wanted your lines to be. He’d cut it nice and neat for you and point to which one was yours to take. Coke felt good but the drip was disgusting in the back of your throat.

Speaking of disgusting…

“Hey, it should have been long enough so wash that gross stuff out your hair and let’s eat dinner.” you called from the kitchen as you plated the takeout food that arrived not too long ago.

You and Dabi sit at his little dinner table with the television streaming some random drama for background noise. Dinner topics for the evening range from school, homework, family news if there is any, and when to coordinate seeing each other next in between classes and your part time job. Conversations go smoothly and you’re cleaning up the kitchen when Dabi comes up behind you and presses a kiss to the back of your head, nuzzling you as you wipe the plates you just ate off of. You feel a sense of dread because every time he does that it means…

“Hey, there’s a house party this Saturday and I gotta work.”

You bite your tongue inside your mouth and exhale through your nose.

He has to work so he’ll be gone for a while, has to disperse his inventory and has to please his regulars as well as find any potential new customers.

If it was just selling, it wouldn’t be an issue.

The real issue is that you know he fucks some of his female customers. No no no, they don’t just get free coke or acid or whatever they’re asking for by spreading their legs for Dabi. He still expects cash as payment, but if he thinks they’re pretty enough then he doesn’t mind getting something extra aside from money after a sale. He’s handsome so why wouldn’t someone want to hop on his lap and go for a ride?

Dabi saves you the trouble by just being upfront about it, swears to you that you’re his favorite and that he only sees the other girls if he’s making a sale, they’re just customers. He goes to them, he goes to their location and fucks them where they meet him. None of his side whores have ever been brought back to his place, not like how he lets you in so easily when you knock on his door. He doesn’t take them out or treat them sweetly like he does with you; it’s just a sale and a fuck. It still doesn’t matter to you though, it still makes you jealous. It makes you clench your jaw in anger and want to just deck him right where his nose piercings are.

You’re his girlfriend but did that title mean anything if he was still going to sleep with other girls?

Dabi knows that it makes you upset but he’s not going to stop for your sake.

You know that he won’t.

“Fine.”

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If Dabi gets to fuck other girls then surely you have the right to do just the same with boys right?

The thing is though is that you did one time just right before the two of you made your relationship official, you hit up an old fuck buddy of yours while Dabi was out selling at another house party in the middle of the night. He left a measly text saying not to wait up for him and that he’d see you for breakfast. It would have been sweet if not for the fact that he came to your apartment smelling like another girl, just spending just two hours with you before flitting off into the night. Two hours of him on your sofa smelling like someone else, not even offering to shower to get their stench off, and he did his best to placate you before giving up and letting you stew in your own anger.

So you hit up your old fuck buddy and you go to him, you just get straight to the point when you’re let into his dorm and fuck your frustrations out on him. You intended to go straight back to your home but angry fucking took a lot out on you so you just spend the night there instead. “Don’t cuddle me, I’ll be gone in the morning.” you tell him after patting his cheek and pulling the blanket over your body.

It’s a quarter before eight when you’re trudging back to your apartment and you see Dabi leaning against your front door. You’re going to ask how his night was but he abruptly pulls you to him and growls in your ear to, “Get in your fucking apartment… now.”

He knows you went out to get fucked, doesn’t want to know who you went to.

You and him argue for over two hours inside your home, pacing back and forth in the living room. It’s back and forth of ‘it’s just business with those girls’ from him and ‘why shouldn’t I be allowed to do it to you?’ from you. Dabi says it’s just business and they mean nothing to him, claims to you that you hurt him more because you did it out of revenge. He really got you screaming at him after he said that but he didn’t dare back down. He stands firm and so do you, that really gets him angry with you even more.

He didn’t apologize and neither did you.

You were jabbing your finger in his chest when he grabs you by the wrist, irritation and exhaustion evident in his turquoise eyes. “Don’t fucking do that to me.” he growls at you.

“Get your fucking hands off me Dabi.” you spit back, shaking his hand off your wrist. “Get out.”

“No, we’re not leaving it like this.” he insists. “We’re fucking talk about this.”

You throw your hands up in the air in exasperation. “No, you want to ‘talk about it’ until I yield to you which is never going to happen! We’re going around in circles! You’re not going to be sorry and I’m not going to be sorry!”

A tense stare off between the two of you for a few seconds.

Next thing you know, you’re pulling off each other’s clothes and you’re forced on your hands and knees in your own bed. The only foreplay you get is a few seconds of rough kissing and Dabi spitting on his fingers to prep you as quickly as he can. When he pushes in, it’s rough and a little uncomfortable but you’re quick to adjust to the punishing pace. He pulls your hair too hard, you backhand him in the face, he spanks you until your ass is red and aching, you dig your nails into his back and scratch achingly slow down his flesh to make sure it really hurts.

Hate fucking with Dabi was a whole new level of intensity for you but you keep up with him until it turns into slow love making.

The biting, angry dirty talk from the beginning turns into whining praises; from ‘you spiteful, fucking bitch’ to ‘my pretty, little angel’.

“Fuck babydoll, you know how good you feel? I think I’ve fucked you so much that your pussy’s shaped to take just my cock. This cunt damn near drained me dry but I still want more. Cum on my cock more, tell me how bad you want it.” Dabi whispers into the skin of your shoulder before licking a trail up to your chin and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Ugh, baby it’s so fucking good, only you know my body like this. I don’t want it from anyone else but you… shit, I’m going to cum again!” you groan as you clamp down on him once more and your pussy strangles his cock for more cum.

You fall asleep after two hours of fucking, your head resting in the crook of his neck and his arm around your shoulders to keep you close. The both of you are all fucked out but your mind is still fixated on the fight. Despite the intimate sex that’s brought you closer together after rounds of hate fucking, it doesn’t change the fact that Dabi still fucks his customers sometimes and you’re still resentful about it.

“If it makes you feel better then fine (Name), you can fuck who you want.” Dabi says to you when the both of you wake up and are pulling your clothes back on your bodies. “But know this, if you want to be in on this then you’re just going to have to accept that I’ve been doing this since before I met you and it’s not going to stop just because we’re together. So go ahead, fuck who you want but as long as you always come back to me. I always come back to you, don’t I sweetheart?”

You’re smoothing your hair down, taking in his words before looking up at him and asking, “We’re together?”

Dabi’s eyes are full of mirth as he approaches you, pulling you close to his body and squeezing one of your asscheeks in his hand. “You’re my favorite, my number one, I like you (Name). The things I do for you, what I’ve done to you, no one else gets that from me.”

He didn’t apologize and neither did you.

But funnily enough even though he gave you permission to sleep with whoever you wanted, you didn’t really have the desire to do so. He comes to you smelling like other girls sometimes and that should be your cue to go find your own rando to hump on but you just… don’t.

Part of you wonders if Dabi is happy that you don’t go around like he does despite his blessing. You’re resentful towards yourself sometimes that you don’t go out and have some fun with someone else too. He gave you permission so you should take him up on it, that makes sense given the circumstances. Apparently the only thing that was important to him was that he always be your priority the same way that you were his.

Maybe at the time you just wanted the rush of revenge and now it was different that Dabi took that away from you by giving you permission. Maybe he knew that once he gave you the green light that you weren’t going to bother anymore with seeking anyone else out.

You were certain that he was manipulating you but you didn’t have solid evidence so there wasn’t much you could do. What the hell were you supposed to say to him?

Hey Dabi you tricked me into not sleeping with other people?

Dabi did always give you a heads up at least when he was going out to sell and he always tried to make you happy when he comes back. He offers to order in your favorite food, bring your favorite bottle of alcohol with your favorite juice to chase, eat you out until you’re a quivering mess on his mouth, or nudges half of a tablet of ecstasy in your hand and says that he just wants to put on music and house roll with you.

It still doesn’t change that you get jealous no matter how many sweet things he does for you.

But you like him enough to deal with his shenanigans… just barely.

━━━━✧

“Why don’t you come with me?” Dabi asks you as soon as you’re back from work. You’re tossing your purse onto your sofa and drop your body onto the cushions, your head in his lap and seeking his warmth. His hand goes to your head to start massaging your scalp, his fingers working magic and making you groan in pleasure. “Come with me tomorrow doll.”

You roll your eyes and turn your head to look at whatever show Dabi was watching while he was waiting for you. “To watch you flourish your business? I don’t think so. I’ll stay behind like I usually do.” you scoff, pressing your cheek against his leg and sighing.

He’s never asked for you to come along before, he doesn’t need the distraction of babysitting you. You wonder what’s caused him to ask you to tag along.

“Come on doll, just come along. Odds are I won’t be coming back the night of the party and Keigo will be there tomorrow, he can keep you company.”

Ah you loved Keigo, he was the only one that Dabi really considered to be a friend to him. Maybe it was because he could keep up with your boyfriend in regards to their drug consumption but you could see that they had a bond beyond just getting high together, more than just pills or powders or tabs that keeps them together. Together they both seemed like laid back individuals but Dabi only seemed laid back due to how apathetic he was whereas Keigo was actually a chill person because that’s how he actually was, it wasn’t just the air about him that made him seem so.

You loved being with Keigo, he always spoiled you silly and made you laugh.

“I don’t know, what exactly will I get out of it?” you shrug your shoulders and huff out quietly.

Suddenly two little baggies come into your view, one filled with white powder and the other with a little pink tablet. “Is this supposed to be a bribe to get me to come along?” you ask, staring at the bags and not bothering to take them from your boyfriend’s fingertips. You won’t lie that it is a little bit tempting, just a little bit.

“Maybe so, you know that my merchandise for you is discounted doll. Nothing but the best for you, my shit is always clean.” Dabi shakes the little baggies as if the contents are going to be more enticing if he does so. There’s definitely a big truth to what he said, the quality to his inventory is nothing less than superb. It’s why his clientele always kept on coming back to him but the absolute best was either for his favorites or it was apart of his own personal stash.

You’re staring hard at the baggies and start debating in your mind. Dabi would still give it to you even if you insisted that you stay home but there was no fun in doing it alone. You had some friends that could help you kill the coke if you asked them over but god forbid they start feening, that’s when they became difficult to deal with. There was no point in you holding onto them either if you weren’t going to do anything with them right away.

Since Keigo was going to be at the party tomorrow and if Dabi was going to give the baggies no matter what…

“Alright, only since Keigo is going to be there. Nothing else.” you give in and pluck the two baggies from Dabi’s hand and sit up on the sofa. “Now how much do I owe you for your merchandise sir?”

Dabi smirks at you as he crawls over you until you’re lying flat on your back, like you’re his prey and he’s the predator. “Just your usual payment madame, if you please.”

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butmakeitgayblog · 4 years

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Demon!AU Snippet

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After much deliberation and help from my merry band of short bottoms, here's the decidedly most PG rated snippet I could find, enjoy? Hopefully?

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"Oop, hot delivery girl, incoming," Raven whispered, a devious smile stretching over her face.

"Wha-"

Clarke jumped slightly at the quiet thud beside her, eyes swinging around to take in the brilliant pink box now sitting squarely in the middle of her desk. Before she could react, a grey skirt covered hip slid just over the edge of her desk, nudging aside her nameplate and outgoing stack of mail to create an impromptu seat.

"Morning, gorgeous."

She barely bit back a groan at the voice.

Raven grinned, leaning forward on her elbows and looking up at the woman now perched on Clarke's desk. "Well, good morning to you too, Lexa."

Perfect.

Clarke tried her hardest to stay focused on her annoyance at Lexa having such a brazen disregard for things such as personal spaces and belongings and the entirety of office etiquette, pushing down the thoughts of how well that satin burgundy shirt hugged every last one of her curves.

Cheeks pinking in failure, she compromised and settled on averting her eyes to the safety of her computer.

"Oh, morning. Did you do something with your hair, Reyes?" Lexa questioned, reaching out right across Clarke's screen to gently tug on one of Raven's flowing locks. "Sexy. Looks good."

Sighing in resignation at the obviousness of Lexa's antics, Clarke stopped typing and flopped back silently in her chair, feeling that typical flare of anger. Because who did that? Who does this? Who just sits themselves down on top of a veritable stranger's desk and starts flirting with their coworker? Who practically shoves their ass in someone's face just to sweet talk and charm someone who is distinctly not the work area's owner?

"I did," Raven said, breaking through her silent tirade with pleased smile tinting her features. "Got it trimmed over the weekend and got an oil treatment. Thank you for noticing."

Feeling a pinch to her arm Clarke grunted a soft, "Ow," sucking in a breath as she rubbed the injured area and glared at her friend. "I'm sorry, okay? I told you I had a rough morning."

"Oh, no. What happened? Bad dreams?" Lexa frowned, tucking a wisp of blonde behind Clarke's ear before pulling back. "Or good dreams?

Blue eyes flew up to the face obviously fighting a smile, an unreadable glint coloring the hooded gaze looking back.

Sucking in a breath at the insanely inappropriateness of that, at feeling somehow Lexa was currently seeing every flash of their torrid dreamtime coupling that was currently flying through her mind at that very moment. Clarke coughed out a quiet choking sound before clearing her throat with a shake of her head. "No," she stated, adjusting in her chair at the tick of a brunette brow and adding firmly, "and no... I'm fine."

Turning back to see her coworker smirking and glancing between them, Clarke narrowed her eyes and pointedly continued. "And I would've noticed eventually, Raven. It's been like five minutes since you sat down."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Lexa noticed at least," Raven flicked her wrist in dismal. "Who needs you?"

"Rave-"

"Ignore her, Clarke," she heard as slim fingers slowly turned her head forward and up, finding a heated grin zeroed in on her. "I need you."

The altogether too intimate touch and tone was gone before she could even begin to process it as Lexa casually moved to open the box beside her, flipping the top and continuing as though nothing had happened.

"Anyway, I had a craving this morning and couldn't stop myself, but I definitely went a little overboard. Figured I'd share."

Breathable oxygen still very much an issue after the gentle handling and warm words, Clarke dazedly looked down to see a small array of sweets.

"Oh my God," Raven moaned, pitching forward over the span of their desks to look through the variety of cupcakes with eagle-eyed precision. "Have I ever mentioned I love you, Lexa?"

"Buttercream can have that effect on people," Lexa hummed, leaning a palm down to support her weight as she practically lazed back across Clarke's desk. "Help yourself. Just leave the-"

"I know, I know," Raven rolled her eyes, fingers already lifting a chocolate and caramel monstrosity out of the box and bringing it to her mouth.

Snapping out of her reverie, Clarke drew in a quick breath and tsked at her deskmate as she sat back down. "It's like eight in the morning, Raven."

"So?" she muffled through a face full of cupcake.

"Technically, it's 8… 22," Lexa unhelpfully supplied, checking and then double checking the gleaming white gold watch sat neatly on her wrist. Clarke watched a slim finger drag through the chocolate of one of the cupcakes in a slow swoop. "Everyone knows you're allowed to sin after 8am."

"That makes no sense whatsoever," Clarke frowned, her focus now centered entirely on the woman draped over her work area.

"Trust me, Clarke," Lexa assured in a whisper while bringing the frosting covered fingertip to her mouth. Full red lips wrapped around the sugary digit before sliding it back out clean. "I'm an expert."

With that Lexa hopped up, legs swinging out in a graceful swoop as she lifted herself back onto the ground and hands slid over her chest in a show of straightening out the delicate fabrics of her clothes. Clarke valiantly tried not to watch how the slick material bunched and tugged in all the right places, a small inner voice chastising herself when the only coherent thoughts were of the fit and cut of her outfit.

It was annoying how everything seemed to fit like it was made for no other body than Lexa's own.

"Raven, I have a meeting at 11 that I need you to push back to 3," Lexa said as she finished her preening and collected her confectionery haul. "Charles wants to go over the contracts for a new client so I'll probably be busy dealing with kissing his ass until lunch."

"You got it, boss lady," Raven nodded, immediately turning to her computer at the instruction. "Not that I believe for a second you kiss anyone's ass around here."

"Oh, there's one or two," Lexa hummed, actually having the nerve to openly let her eyes trail over to Clarke for a moment, throwing in a final wink before sauntering away and leaving Clarke to her ruddy cheeked stupor.

Traitorously her eyes followed after, watching the hitch and sway of rounded hips and long legs as they glided through the office in high, pristine heels. Strong yet slim shoulders flexed with the confident swing of toned arms as she walked like she owned everyone within sight. The dip of her back looked so good wrapped in the smooth material of her blouse, its color and texture seeming almost liquid in the sunlight that slanted through the tall office windows; its smooth deep color spilling over the curve of her firm, full, squeezable looking-

"You need some alone time with that view?"

"What?" Clarke startled, head snapping back around to see her wickedly grinning friend as she carelessly took another bite of her treat.

"You looked like you were trying to get her pregnant with that stare."

"That-... No. Shut up. I wasn't even-... Shut up."

"Articulate. But what I don't understand is why you act like such an angry virgin every time she's around," Raven said, thoroughly ignoring the horrified look that stretched over Clarke's face. "I mean the girl comes up with the dumbest excuses to come talk to you, and you barely ever say two words. At least none that aren't hostile."

"She doesn't though," Clarke argued despite Raven's dubious look. "She came here to flirt with you. 'Ooo Raven, your hair's so sexy'," she mimicked in a nasally voice, dodging the free hand slapping her away as she moved to caress Raven's admittedly beautiful black tendrils. "Besides her being an HR ticking time bomb with how obvious she is, you're married for God's sake."

"You're so dumb. She didn't come here to flirt with me, dude. She came to give you that," Raven laughed and shook her head, reaching over to tap a finger on Clarke's desk.

Clarke followed her line of sight, face scrunching up in surprised confusion at noticing the perfectly placed red and white cupcake sitting on the front edge of her desk.

"Haven't you ever noticed whenever she 'accidentally' gets too many cupcakes, miraculously and mysteriously there's one red velvet in there? And it always miraculously and mysteriously ends up in your very own little combative ass hands?" Raven asked, rolling her eyes at Clarke's disgruntled look of dawning realization. "Homegirl sure as hell doesn't know my favorite flavor, I take what I can get."

"... I guarantee you, it's a coincidence," Clarke said immediately busied herself with fixing the arrangement of her work belongings. "Lexa's… I don't even know what. But thoughtful or kind or whatever the hell everyone here seems to think, isn't one of them."

"What has she ever done to you? Why do you dislike her so much?" Raven asked.

"How do you not? She's so… I mean how does no one else see it? She's insanely unprofessional, and says just the, ugh. The things that come out of her mouth. She flirts with everything in a skirt and bosses people around who've been here for years. Besides, haven't you noticed all the weird stuff that's happened?"

"Clarke, we're a startup marketing firm that caters to millennials. Of course there's weird shit going on around here. It's a circus filled with idiots."

"No," Clarke said firmly. "You don't get it, you weren't here before she got here. Things were quiet and fine at the old building and now everything's crazy. Contracts always going missing, John literally just disappeared one day-"

"You realize he probably just quit."

"The whole office has this weird vibe now," she continued on a roll. "I have never seen so many mess ups and freak accidents in an office building of all places before in my life. And she's always just… there."

Raven just stared at her with a blank look of boredom, slowly chewing a bite of her cupcake before swallowing and shaking her head. "Again. You realize everything you described sounds normal for a company who's recently expanded, right? Personnel turnover, paperwork mistakes, general growing pains as they adjust? And you're blaming her for that? When she's literally been nothing but nice to both of us?"

"She just… rubs me the wrong way."

"I think your issue is wanting her to rub you the right way."

Clarke scoffed in an overwhelming show of disgust, ignoring the swoop of her stomach to needlessly re-straighten the pile papers in her hands before carelessly tossing them aside. "You've lost your mind if you think I could even think about her like that. I've seen the way she looks at other people around here, believe me, she's not all sunshine and cupcakes. There's something up with her... Besides, she's annoying. And cocky. You guys treat her like she's God's gift but in reality she's just another asshat lawyer who thinks she's the master of the universe… And she's not even that pretty."

Clarke hadn't meant to go on such a vitriolic vomit of words but it was hard sometimes having to listen to the endless poetic waxing of the woman's praises. It just never stopped, and Clarke genuinely couldn't understand how not one single other person seemed to be able to see through Lexa's bullshit. Her pompousness and irritatingly smooth talking at every interaction. Like somehow her taking the time to figure out Clarke's favorite cupcake and going to the trouble of buying it for her… and hand delivering it to her desk… could or should somehow make up for the salaciousness of her smirk.

"Hey, Clarke?" she heard beside her after a moment.

"What?" she breathed, trying not to let her frazzled nerves get the best of her as she faced Raven with expectant annoyance.

"Can you turn this way?... Now do this," Raven asked, tilting her own head this way and that as her eyes roved over Clarke's face from different angles.

"Why?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm just thinking about what contouring would work best with your clown makeup, you gigantic fucking liar."

She easily ducked the halfheartedly slap Clarke aimed at her shoulder before carelessly tossing her empty wrapper in the bin between them and swiveling to resume tapping at her keyboard.

"I'm just saying," Raven continued, "you're fooling no one with that act. You'd have to be blind not to see how attractive that woman is. I'm happily married and even I don't exactly mind watching her shake her ass past your desk fifty-some-odd times a day. She's a hottie with a body, Clarke. Everyone, including you, can see that."

"You're as bad as she is. And I'm telling your wife you said that."

"Bold of you to assume I haven't said it to her myself... Granted, it was in the context of me wanting you two to just knock boots already, but she's aware I work with eye candy and she doesn't care. My lady knows I'm faithful, I can eye-fuck whoever I want."

"You and Anya defy all sense of reasonable relationship standards."

"That was part of the deal," Raven hummed, clearly becoming more distracted as she leaned closer to her screen and focusing on her work.

Sighing deeply at the apparent dismissal, Clarke resigned herself to the day as she clicked back into the long list of emails waiting for her… and begrudgingly took a bite of her cupcake.

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#demon!lexa #clexa #lexa x clarke #clexa fanfic #it's still rough be gentle

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The Measure of Things | Chapter 1 | The Arrival

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Summary: For living in hiding, you can’t complain about your life on Rabadus, a nowhere planet on the Outer Rim. You’ve got a roof over your head, a decent job, and the man you love all in one place. But one day the Mandalorian, an old flame, shows up out of the blue, leaving you questioning if this is really the life for you.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Light swearing, toxic relationship, nonconsensual touch, making out on the job

You checked your watch, anxiety piling up in your chest as you scrambled through the shipyard. There was no way you were going to make it to work on time this morning. You jogged a little, stumbling on a scattered pile of miscellaneous ship parts on the outskirts of the shipyard.

You cursed under your breath as you fumbled through your pockets in search of your ID.

Already flustered from the shootout downtown, being late to work was only one more thing weighing on your shoulders.

Two Nedhads, a race of orange humanoids who were quite crabby in looks and in personality, got into a scuffle and decided to see who was better with a blaster, ultimately resulting in a duel between the crustacean-like creatures. Somehow, seven others got caught up in the chaos and raised all hell in the town square.

To avoid getting yourself shot, you took a detour to the quieter edge of town and found yourself now fifteen minutes late for work.

You stifled a yawn as you pressed the buzzer at the door of the hangar. You got no response your first two or three tries, but finally, on the fourth, a befuddled droid poked a long eyestalk out of a hole next to the door.

Damn, I need to fix that thing again, you thought.

You showed the droid your ID, and there was a few seconds’ hesitation before the door unlocked.

The sleepless night previous was like a ball and chain on your ankle, making you drag your feet and rub your eyes. Any minute now, you would get your second wind.

That’s what you hoped anyway.

You strode across the empty ship bay with a sigh and went to the small control room, which was dark.

Flipping on the light switch, you settled at the panel and opened your communication channels. It was just static right now. No voices called across the channels for your attention, so you slouched in your chair and kicked your feet up onto the panel for a few moments of peace.

Next to you, a small metal ball with a shabby two-shade paint job whirred to life. It split in half, the two hemispheres separating, but remaining connected by the mechanics inside. It focused its single eye and spun a few more times, chirping excitedly when it saw you sitting at the control panel. If it had a mouth, it would have grinned.

“Hey, buddy!” You crouched on the floor to greet the hovering red droid. You gave it a pat.

You considered HE-27 to be your favorite coworker. It was always excited to see you, and it was far more efficient with its small, precise claws than any human’s hands when it came to repairing machinery, making it a valuable tool and amiable companion.

It buzzed off to attend to some task, and you settled again at the panel, watching the radar for any incoming ships.

You found yourself relieved that your boss, Carduel Stantin, wasn’t on site yet, and likely hadn’t noticed your tardy arrival. The wrinkled, red-faced man was anything but forgiving when it came to punctuality. He didn’t shy away from long-winded lectures, if they could even be called lectures. Sometimes his words were unintelligible when he got onto his half-shouted monologues, telling off whichever unlucky employee was getting the brunt of his unrelenting anger issues.

Again, you looked to the radar. Still no sign of a ship in need of landing.

Unusual, but not concerning.

Your job was to monitor the radar for incoming ships and perform maintenance on them as needed, which was almost any time a ship needed to land in your bay. Oftentimes ships would be damaged upon reentry into your planet Rabadus’s atmosphere, given the constant and unpredictable meteor field that loomed above the clouds. If the sky was clear, the screen of space rocks could clearly be seen from the ground.

The Field made for consistent work on the cargo ships, though. If you weren't in the rotation to be watching comms, you would have plenty of bent panels and damaged engines to fix in other ship bays. You much preferred working on the ships over waiting for one to show up, but you would always tell yourself good things come to those who wait.

“Knock knock,” a familiar velvety voice said, snapping you from your thoughts.

You looked up to see the one and only Max Melau leaning in the doorway with his signature lopsided smile and mussed golden hair.

You stood. “Hey.”

“Hey, cutie.” He crossed the small control room and snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you close to brush his lips against yours.

You squirmed away after a short moment, laughing a little. “C’mon, you know what I said before. Not on the job, please.” You pecked a kiss to his cheek and turned back to the panel. You checked the readings on the radar.

“I know, I know. I just can’t help myself sometimes.” He followed you over to the panel. “Not when you’ve got this cute little ass right here.” He gave your backside a quick squeeze.

“Max, please.” Another small laugh squeezed from your throat as you settled on the torn up seat. “What’s gotten into you?”

“You don’t expect me to just keep my hands off you all day, do you?” He followed your line of sight to the blank radar. “Can’t a guy just appreciate his girl every once in a while?”

“You can appreciate me on your own time.”

He recoiled at that, then he grew very silent.

You didn’t worry about it at first, but he continued hovering around you, but avoided eye contact. He knew you hated that.

You turned to him, softening a little bit. You stood and cupped his cheek. “Hey.” You kissed his nose. “I’m sorry. It’s just been a crazy morning.”

He didn’t answer.

“Can I make it up to you?” you pressed, eyebrows knitting together with concern. You felt that same nervousness from earlier creeping back up into your chest, then your throat, and abruptly falling deep into the pit of your stomach.

He lifted your chin with a finger. “I think so,” he said finally, his voice low and husky as he eyed you intensely.

You cast another glance at the radar, but Max turned your head so he filled your field of vision. Your eyes fell shut as he pressed his lips to yours and ran his hands down your body, resting them at the small of your back.

He pulled you close, holding you close to his chest.

Before you knew it, you were sitting on the control panel with your legs wrapped around his waist.

His hands roamed your body, groping at your chest and hindquarters. You reasoned with yourself to let him get it out of his system so you could both focus on your work.

Steadily, his kisses grew hungrier and sloppier and rougher. You could hardly keep up with him as he clawed at your waist and forced his tongue between your lips.

“Wait.” You pulled away to catch your breath.

“What?” Max said.

You delicately brushed a few hairs away from his eyes. “I would just hate for Stantin to see us like this,” you said, breathing a laugh.

“Ah, let him. What’s he gonna do?”

You couldn’t answer before your mouth was smothered with his lips again. He moved on to your neck, planting several kisses, and sucking long enough that you wondered if he might be leaving behind a trail of bruises.

Knowing Max, he probably was.

You tilted your head back, letting yourself succumb to the sensation of his lips on your neck.

A soft beeping caught your attention. “Wait,” you said again as you pushed him back.

You hopped down from the dashboard and looked at the radar. A ship appeared from the corner of the screen, approaching rapidly.

“All this waiting!” he quipped. “I’m an impatient man, y/n.”

“Rabadus base, do you read me?” a voice spoke urgently over the comms.

You were quick to answer, “Rabadus Base. We hear you loud and clear.”

“I’m going to need to make an emergency landing. Ah!” The transmission cut off partway through the pilot swearing in some tongue that was foreign to you.

“We can take you here in bay two as soon as you’re ready.”

“Copy that.”

Before the pilot’s voice cut out, you heard much rattling and ruckus from the other side of the comms, making you wonder just how much of an emergency this was.

Something in the pilot’s voice was familiar, but you couldn’t entirely make it out between the rattling on his end, the static over the radio, and whatever was muffling his voice.

You looked to Max before a sputtering engine buzzed into the bay.

Through the window, you saw a large silver ship, once glorious and shiny, was now sparking from its rudders as it landed in the hangar and powered off.

You recognized this ship, too. Not that that meant anything; gunships like that were mass produced back in the day.

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder.

Pushing the thought aside, you stepped out into the bay with max trailing you as the hatch began to lower. Out stepped a Mandalorian.

You weren't sure if it was his walk, or simply just the air he brought with him, but it would be one hell of a coincidence if that weren’t the Mandalorian that you knew.

Something over the hatch spat sparks, which bounced harmlessly off his silver helmet.

“Mando!” you greeted, beaming.

He paused and took in the sight of you and Max before him. “Y/n?”

“You two know each other?” Max interjected.

You laughed, reaching out to firmly shake the Mandalorian’s hand. “We’ve crossed paths a few times,” you said, sharing a knowing glance with him.

“What are you doing here?” Mando asked, looking between you and Max.

You shrugged. “Fate, I guess.”

“It would seem so,” the Mandalorian replied.

“It’s good to see you again, Mando.”

“Likewise.” He offered a nod and a soft laugh that just barely crackled through his vocoder.

You tugged on Max’s hand, bringing him forward a step or two. “This is my coworker Max.”

Max held his silence, seemingly mimicking your old friend’s stillness. He nodded once to the Mandalorian and kept a stone cold eye on him.

“Coworker, huh?” Mando said.

You couldn’t tell for certain if he was looking, but you remembered the darkening blotches on your neck and suddenly became very conscious of them. You pulled your open vest around yourself in hopes that the collar might cover the hickeys up.

“Well, something like that.” You cleared your throat and excused yourself to inspect the ship. “Let’s have a look at what’s going on here.”

You should have known it was Mando’s ride from the get go. The familiar stripes painted on the side would have been the first clue. They were far more chipped than the last time you had seen them. There was a small dent by the right engine that he never seemed to fix, regardless of how often you pointed it out.

The ship had certainly seen better days, and needed a lot of work from what you could tell by just looking, but you still felt the same sentimental attachment to it from the day you and Mando crossed paths for the first time.

Upon closer inspection, it was evident he had been in some kind of shootout.

“The fuel tank is leaking,” the Mandalorian said as you made note of the smaller things that needed fixing. “One of the engines blew out, too.”

You looked at him, your reflection peering back at you from his visor. “Wow, I’m surprised you even landed. Anything else?”

“I’m not sure.”

You pulled a tool from your belt and scanned the ship for any obscure heat signatures. Judging by the readings, you would have a few things to fix on the underside, too. “Well, I’ll get to work on it and let you know.” You hooked the tool back on your belt and gave a small smile to your old friend.

“Thank you.”

You couldn’t help but notice Max still hovering nearby. “Love, if Stantin catches you in here making eyes at me again we’ll both be in trouble.” You laughed softly, reaching out and caressing his cheek.

Max nodded and spoke as though he were holding his breath. “You’re right. I’ll see you later, y/n.”

“Love you,” you called after him.

No reply.

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“Looks like you’ve gotten yourself into plenty of trouble without me,” you said as you changed out a few screws and other miscellaneous parts that you could manage without doing too much digging through the yard for replacement parts. You glanced from behind an open panel. “You’re shinier than last we met. Been successful lately?”

Mando replied, “I earned a handful of Beskar on a job.” He also worked on mending some wiring while he spoke.

You considered prodding him for more information, but you knew he was never one to discuss his work in depth.

“This is a lot of damage,” you said, gesturing to the Crest, “but it’s not like it’s anything someone on Nevarro couldn’t fix, right? What brings you here?”

He sighed. “Work,” was all he said. Something about it seemed a little strained. “What about you? How did you end up on this side of the galaxy? Last I heard you were on Alderaan doing business with some of the higher ups.”

“Well, the higher ups didn’t exactly appreciate my affiliation with the Guild,” you explained.

“But you left the Guild.”

You shrugged, moving on to see if you could close up whatever piping was emitting a sour smell. Now you were a little closer to him. “Didn’t make a difference to them. I was still a liability,” you closed the panel, leaning against the ship and facing him, “so I ran. Took one of their fastest ships and came out here. I knew they wouldn’t follow me this far out to a speck of dirt in the Outer Rim.”

The Mandalorian nodded once and took a moment to consider that, turning his attention back to the wiring that sparked a bit as he fiddled with it. “And where does Max fit into all this?”

You couldn’t quite read the tone of his voice. Had it really been so long that you couldn’t read his subtle signals anymore? Or was he just trying to fluster you? You pushed the thought aside and squirmed a little, letting out a long sigh as you busied yourself tinkering with a few loose screws. “We met here on the job. He’s really sweet once he warms up to you.”

“Something tells me he might not do that for me.”

“Just give him some time. I’m sure he’ll loosen up.”

You glanced at the sun starting to sink below the horizon, swallowing hard. “My shift’s about to end. I wouldn’t recommend sleeping in there tonight with the fuel leak.” You gestured vaguely. “Fumes, you know.”

He looked up at the ship and then back to you. “That’s alright. I’ll find an inn in town. Any recommendations?”

You inhaled slowly, fidgeting with your fingers a little. “Well,” you shrugged one shoulder, “I have an open couch you could stay on if you would like. Much cheaper and fewer bugs than any of the inns in town.”

“Cheaper? What’ll it cost me?” Mando asked. You sensed a playful edge to his tone.

A coy smile worked its way onto your features. “A drink?”

“Yeah, I think I can manage that.”

Your grin grew. “Great. I just have to run in and shut off a few things, and then we can head to my place so you can get settled in.”

Mando closed his panel. “I’ve got to get something from the Crest before we go.”

“Take your time. I’ll need a minute anyway.” You half jogged back to the control room to turn off the lights and comms and bid HE-27 goodnight.

The droid was waiting on your seat at the panel, keeping watch on the radar for you.

You affectionately touched its little red dome. “I’m headed home, H. See you tomorrow.”

It beeped a response, spinning its bottom hemisphere as a farewell.

You heard footsteps approaching and then the door open. You looked up and met Max’s stony eyes.

“Coworker?” he said, again lingering in the door. “What kind of bullshit is that?”

You closed your eyes to gather yourself before turning to face him. “I was just being professional, Max. Please don’t read too much into it.”

Max sighed, waving away the matter. “Still talking to that tin can?” he goaded, nodding to the droid. “Speaking of tin cans, where’s the Mandalorian?”

HE-27 hummed quietly, unsure if it should be hurt by Max’s words.

“Don’t listen to him, H. Max is just kidding.” you ran your fingers over the droid’s chipping paint again and looked back to Max. “He’s in the Crest.”

Max crossed the room and his hands went around your waist again, pulling your body close to him and swaying slowly. “Well, what do you say you and me split and get something for dinner? Maybe a drink too, then we can go back to my place for a little while?”

“Actually...” Your heart jumped to your throat momentarily. You hadn’t considered what he would think of you going out with Mando, much less what Max would think of him crashing at your place indefinitely. “I told Mando he could stay on my couch until the ship is fixed, so I need to get home to get him settled.”

“You told him what?”

“Max, if he spends too long on that ship the fumes will kill him.”

“Then make him stay in town! It’s not like he won’t be able to find anywhere to stay.”

“What’s your problem?” You pushed Max’s hands off your waist and took a step back. “He’s my friend. My home is always open to my friends, and you know that.”

“But--” he searched for an answer, “but he’s a Mandalorian, and you know they’re dangerous.”

“Babe, he’s a friend from the Guild. We’re all dangerous.”

Max’s lips pressed together so they made a straight line. You could see his jaw clenching.

You ran a hand up and down his muscular arm. “Please, trust me.”

When he didn’t answer, you followed Max’s gaze out the window to the Mandalorian exiting the ship followed by a small silver pram. Something was sleeping in it, wrapped up in a handful of brown pieces of cloth.

You furrowed your brow at the sight, but turned your attention back to the matter at hand.

“Fine,” was all Max said before turning and striding from the room. The door slammed behind him, leaving you alone with your eyes downcast.

Despite the unsavory interaction, you gathered yourself, drying a few rogue tears before you went back out to the hangar to investigate what the Mandalorian could possibly be doing with a pram.

*****

A/N: I’m excited for how this is coming together! This is the first fic in a while that I’ve been legitimately excited to write. I’ll take any feedback you have! Love you guys <3

#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #pedro pascal #reader insert

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heyitsani · 4 years

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You Can't Wake up, This Is Not a Dream

Batman Bingo 2020: "Why can’t you see that?”

Word Count: 3457

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Jason swears and there’s mentions of past emotional trauma/abuse (depending on how you look at Bruce’s treatment of Dick when he fired him from Robin)

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Summary: Damian decides it's time to move on from Robin, but he has a requirement that takes Dick and Bruce by surprise.

Notes: This is a big FU to DC for their treatment of Damian and Robin. I also started writing this months ago. It was my WIP from this past Wednesday that I finished two days ago but didn’t get the chance to post. Up next is my Duke request that I am polishing up now. I might post it today, but most likely tomorrow.

Updated card at the bottom of this post.

You can also read this on AO3 here

“No Father, I insist.” Dick watched Damian’s bright green eyes look from Bruce to Dick and then back. And he could tell his brother meant what he was saying, but even Dick could see it was illogical.

Sighing, Dick leaned back against the table of the batcomputer and crossed his arms over his chest. “Dames, Batman needs Robin. We’ve all seen what happens when he doesn’t have one,” Dick tried to reason with his brother. Sure, there had been a time when Dick would have expected Batman’s sidekick to bear a different name, but he had gotten over that (mostly) a long time ago.

“That is not true, Richard. He simply needs his partner. I am sure that spot can easily be filled, but it should not be with another Robin.”

“And what would you have me do then, Damian?” Bruce spoke up for the first time since agreeing that Damian should start moving away from his role as Robin. At the age of 18, it was time he became his own hero. The youngest had come to Bruce and Dick while they talked about some gear Dick had come to borrow and asked them what they had thought about him hanging up the mantle. Dick had enthusiastically agreed and congratulated his brother. Bruce had been much calmer and subdue but had also thought it a good idea. But when Dick mentioned having to find a new Robin, Damian had outright said no.

Damian shrugged a shoulder. “Move on,” he said as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“Just like that?” Damian’s silence at Bruce’s question spoke volumes. But none of this explained why Damian thought Robin needed to retire with him. And Dick could tell he was holding something back, but whether it was because of Bruce’s presence or Dick’s, the older brother couldn’t quite tell.

And though Dick wanted answers, he heaved a sigh of relief when his phone rang and Jason’s name lit up his screen.

“Jay.”

“I got the location for tonight’s drop. You headed back yet?”

“Not yet, got a little sidetracked. I have the gear and I’ll be heading out soon.” He heard Jason mumble something and Dick had a feeling he didn’t want to know what the younger man had said. “Yeah yeah, I’ll grab food on my way back.”

“You better. Let me know when you leave.”

Dick gave an affirmative before ending the call. “Look, Jay and I have an important op tonight that I need to get back to. Call me tomorrow Dames. We can talk some more.” Damian nodded and Dick reached over to give his brother a hug before he clapped a hand to Bruce’s shoulder. “Thanks for the gear, Old Man. I’ll send the reports to you in a few days.”

“Be safe,” came the all too familiar grunt from Bruce as Dick walked away. Turning to walk backwards toward his car, Dick smiled brightly and held his arms open.

“Aren’t I always?”

“No, you’re not, Grayson!” Damian’s face looked annoyed, but Dick just laughed before sliding into his car.

The drive back to Bludhaven was plagued with thoughts about what Damian had said. And he still couldn’t figure out why his brother wanted Robin to be retired. He just couldn’t find any reason. When Dick had asked him to take up the cape, Damian had been thrilled. A little overconfident and stubborn, but he had still been ready to fight. They all had. So why wouldn’t Damian want someone else to have that same emotion? It just didn’t make sense.

But he supposed he wouldn’t figure it out until Damian felt he should know. So, he dropped the line of thought and focused on the tasks at hand. A brief stop at a local Thai place to get the order he told Jason to place distracted him enough that he stopped thinking about the situation long enough to get back to the apartment he and Jason shared.

“Jay?” He called out as he pushed open the door, dropping his keys in the bowl near the door and letting the duffle bag he had placed the gear he had borrowed from Bruce drop to the floor next to the small table.

“Finally, I’m fucking starving.” Dick snorted and made his way into the kitchen where he found Jason grabbing plates and utensils. “Where’s the stuff?”

Dick jerked his head toward the front door as he placed the two bags of food onto the counter and leaned over to press a kiss to the corner of Jason’s mouth. It earned him a pleased rumble that brought a smile to Dick’s face. “Over by the door. Leave it there. We can look it over later.” Jason looked like he wanted to argue, but after a glance at Dick’s face he let it drop.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Dick told him, turning his focus on unbagging the food but Jason’s hand slipping around his waist and the resting his chin on Dick’s shoulder pulled his attention.

“What happened?”

Sighing, Dick stopped what he was doing and leaned back into Jason. “Dames is going to step down from Robin, be his own hero.” And though he couldn’t see his face, he knew that Jason would look confused.

“That’s a good thing. Kid is getting too old to be a sidekick. That can’t be what’s upsetting you.”

“I’m not upset,” Dick told him, feeling Jason tense to argue. “I’m not. I’m curious. He told B and me he doesn’t want anyone else to take up the Robin mantle after him. He didn’t seem like he wanted to get into the reason why with both of us there. But I don’t know if he didn’t want me to know or if it was Bruce he didn’t want to know.”

“Bruce.”

Turning to look at Jason, Dick raised a brow. “That’s an awfully certain answer awfully quick.”

Jason pulled back and shrugged a shoulder. “I might know why he feels that way. He and I had a talk a few weeks ago and I think he took something I said to heart.” Dick’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained silent to see if Jason would say more. “Whether or not you’re willing to admit it to anyone other than me or the brat, that kid thinks of you as his dad. B might be ‘Father’ or whatever, but you are his Dad.”

Dick was aware of what everyone thought of his and Damian’s relationship. Even if the pair had never discussed it. “But that’s not what this is about.”

“No, it’s not. But because of how he feels, he takes things involving you and your emotions seriously.” And yeah, Dick knew that. “I said a lot of the issues between you and B would never be resolved so long as someone else was running around wearing the colors of the Flying Grayson’s while responding to the name your mother used to call you…”

“Jay, you didn’t,” Dick sighed, closing his eyes.

“Look, I know you told me that in the dark because you didn’t want to hurt me but my emotions involving those years as Robin are buried under so much shit, I hardly remember our issues from then. But I know you well enough to know that so long as Robin flies, your wound will never heal.”

That hushed conversation in the darkness of their bedroom, his head resting on Jason’s chest so he could listen to the strong beat of his heart had been hard. And Dick couldn’t even remember how it had come about, but he didn’t regret telling Jason exactly why he had been so angry when Bruce had given Jason the mantle without telling Dick first. Bruce, who had known where the colors and the name had come from, hadn’t even hesitated. And when Dick had told his guardian that, he had been brushed aside and told it was bigger than Dick.

And that had hurt.

He was Robin, the others took on the persona but Dick. Was. Robin.

“I’m not going to apologize for telling him.” And Dick would never have expected that anyway. It wasn’t like he had told Jason it was a secret and to keep it that way. “And I won’t apologize for putting your emotional wellbeing before B’s crusade. You will always win.” Dick knew that.

“I wish you wouldn’t have put that on his shoulders. Out of everyone, it shouldn’t have been his,” he says, sighing softly as he leans back against the counter.

“I know, Goldie, but I also had a feeling today’s chat would be coming soon. And sue me for not wanting to see you deal with another person becoming Robin.” Jason sounded defensive, but the look on his face was too apologetic for that.

Rubbing at his forehead, Dick sighed again and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter right now. Let’s just eat and then get tonight figured out. I told Damian to call me tomorrow, so I can talk to him about it then.” He watched Jason watch him for a moment before nodding and they both turned back to dealing with the food.

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“You got a visitor, Dickhead!” Dick heard Jason call out. He hadn’t bothered to get out of their bed yet after last night’s late and painful mission. He was still feeling the pain meds he had caved and taken after the knife wound to his leg had been stitched up. “Don’t you dare get out of that fucking bed,” Jason’s voice sounded, from the doorway this time.

“I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to,” Dick admitted, voice rough from the sleep he had been pulled from.

Behind Jason’s imposing figure, Dick could make out the shape of his youngest brother. “Grayson, Todd told me what happened last night. How are you feeling?” Dick shrugged a shoulder and rubbed at his face before attempting to push himself up to sit against the headboard of the bed.

“Stop it, you idiot. You’ll tear your stitches,” Jason reprimanded him softly, rushing over to help Dick get in the position he wanted. Once there were no less than four pillows behind him and he swore he wasn’t in any significant amount of pain, Jason moved away and looked at Damian. The younger hadn’t come more than a few steps into the room, watching his older brother. “I’m going to get you some food so you can take some more pills, Boy Idiot. Want some coffee or tea, Dames?”

“Tea would be acceptable,” Damian answered as he shifted further into the room and waited for Jason to leave. Dick watched Damian take in the state of the room and Dick found himself eternally glad for Jason’s neat freak nature that had forced him into already cleaning up the bloody mess that had been his uniform and the stuff they had used to patch up his leg in the early hours of the morning.

“Take a seat, Dami,” Dick said gently, patting the spot next to him. He chuckled when Damian eyed Jason’s spot distastefully before settling on the edge near Dick’s injured leg. “I thought you were going to call? Why did you drive all the way out here?”

“You’re injured, you fool.”

“And that means I can’t talk on the phone?” Dick teased, watching Damian roll his eyes in annoyance.

“Of course not. But I wanted to be sure Todd was taking adequate care of you.” Dick ‘oh-ed’ and nodded his head. “Things seem to be up to par,” he admitted, and Dick hummed. “Todd told me he told you what he and I spoke of.”

“He did. And I’m sorry he put that on you, Dames. I didn’t want any of you to know something that is beyond fixing.” Dick watched Damian stare at his lap, hands folded properly in his lap as he sat there motionless. “Talk to me kid.”

That caught Damian’s attention and the scoff at the nickname brought a warmth to Dick’s chest.

“I am not a child, Grayson.”

“No, but you’re still my baby brother and something is bugging you.”

Without looking at Dick, Damian shrugged his shoulders and Dick couldn’t help but marvel at how much the other man had changed in the eight years he had been in the family. From petulant murder brat to a mature and emotional man. It was more than his father could say.

“Dames?” Dick prompted, trying to get the other man to tell him what he was thinking.

“You gave me Robin.” Damian finally looked over at Dick and the elder wasn’t sure what the look on his face meant so he remained silent and nodded. “Of all your successors, I am the only one you chose.”

“You are my progeny, yes.”

“No, not like that,” Damian waved a hand in exasperation. “Robin was stolen from you over and over. Your own name, your own identity. It was ripped from you and given to Todd, to Drake, to Brown without your consent.” Again, Dick nodded, seeing where this was going. “But you took it back from Drake and you gave it to me when you could have given me something else. Why did you do that?”

And wow if that wasn’t a loaded question. And one that Dick wasn’t sure he could answer. It hadn’t even occurred to him to take Robin and retire it completely. He hadn’t ever considered that. To him, it was too late to right that particular wrong of his youth.

“It wouldn’t have healed that wound, Dames. The damage was done and sometimes it’s just not worth it.”

But Damian was shaking his head. “And me forcing Father to retire Robin won’t make a difference either?”

“Bruce and I will never bridge that particular gap. If that is why you are doing this, don’t. I forgave him a long time ago, but I’ll never be able to forget. I am in love with one of the reasons I’ll never be able to forget,” Dick laughed, waving a hand in the general direction of the kitchen where he knew Jason was.

“Why must you do that?” Dick raised an eyebrow. “Why do you have to be so flippant about your own emotions when you are anything but with everyone else’s?”

“It’s easier that way, Damian,” Dick admitted with a sigh. It was easier to ignore the things he felt when it came to the past or the pain he had suffered over the years. He knew if he spent too much time lingering on those thoughts and emotions, he would never dig himself back out of that hole. He would be crushed under the weight of the things he had never bothered to deal with. Mirage, Catalina, Blockbuster, his parents, and so many other things. So much grief and loss, so much pain. It would bury him, and he would never get up again. “In order for me to survive, this is what I have to do.”

Damian watched him and Dick waited, hoping he wouldn’t do what Dick had done to him so many times in the past and force him to talk about it. Instead, Dick found himself with his arms full of his baby brother for an extremely rare Damian-initiated hug. Letting his eyes close for a moment, he let himself relax into the hug because it felt good. He was always an affectionate person, but it was so rare people returned that affection. Often, he was basically forcing it on others. The moments when people forced it on him? He relished them.

Though he expected Damian to pull away after a minute, Dick found himself held longer than he would have ever thought. “You’re emotions are valid. Your pain is just as important as the rest of ours. Why can’t you see that?” The words were spoken into his shoulder, muffled by muscle and the material of Dick’s shirt. “I stand by what I told Father,” Damian whispered into Dick’s shoulder and Dick hummed his question. “Robin should retire.” He pulled back and green eyes met sapphire, burning hot with determination. “There are plenty of options for partners for Batman. And Father is not losing Robin the way he lost him with Todd.”

Dick considered his words, leaning further into the pile of pillows behind him as Damian resumed his previous position. Jason chose that moment to come into the room with a plate of food and two mugs in hand. One look at his face told Dick he had heard the last bit of the conversation.

Smiling softly at Jason, Dick took the plate and the mug and watched Jason hand the other mug to Damian. He chuckled at the sight of the grilled cheese and the pain pills. “Thanks, Jay,” he tilted his head, hinting for Jason to give him a kiss. A request that was quickly fulfilled before the man leaned against the wall near the bed, facing the two brothers on the bed. “Got something to say?”

“I might, but my opinion doesn’t really matter on this one.”

“Neither does mine,” Dick said, more to Damian than to Jason. At Damian’s frown, Dick shrugged a shoulder. “I’m not Robin anymore, Dames. It’s is yours and no one else’s. If you want it to retire, then retire it. I appreciate the sentiment behind it, and I would be so incredibly proud to have the name retire under you, but it is your decision.” Dick watched Damian look over to Jason and from the corner of his vision he could see Jason nod, confirming that what Dick was saying was true.

“Then I suppose all that’s left is to figure out who I am to be now.”

And Dick didn’t envy Damian on that front. It had been difficult to come up with Nightwing. And he had the help of Clark on that one.

“What do you want, Damian? Do you want to remain in Gotham, or do you want to find your own place?” Dick took a bite of his sandwich to keep himself from questioning Jason, but it didn’t hide the frown and question in his eyes when he looked at his boyfriend. “We could always use help here in the ‘Haven.”

That seemed to have caught Damian’s attention and Dick continued to eat while the youngest of them worked things through in his mind. Once he had consumed enough of the sandwich, Dick took the pills Jason had given him before setting the mug of tea down on the bedside table.

“You’re always welcome here, Dames. And if that’s something you think you might be interested in, then perhaps you should make a visit to Clark’s and have him tell you the legend he told me when I was in your position.” Though his own position had been forced upon him and not quite by choice the way it will be for Damian.

“The legend of Nightwing and Flamebird? Yes, Jon told me that years ago,” Damian waved a hand in dismissal. “He was so haughty about knowing how you came to be Nightwing because Clark is so proud of his influence on you.”

Jason snorted out a laugh and Dick simply raised an eyebrow at his youngest brother.

“I wouldn’t let your father know about that, if I were you,” Dick chuckled. While Bruce had gotten much better in relation to Clark over the years, he still held an edge of mistrust with the Kryptonian. It wasn’t personal, it was just Bruce being the paranoid bastard he always was. Dick was convinced if he hadn’t raised all of his Robins, he never would have trusted them. Steph was proof of that. They had been like oil and water.

“I think I shall meditate on the subject for a while and see what conclusion I come to.” Dick leaned forward and placed a hand on his brother’s upper arm, squeezing lightly.

“We will help however we can, you know that. But don’t keep Bruce in the dark if you do plan on leaving Gotham. He doesn’t handle change well. We all know that.” Dick reminded Damian, who nodded with a deep frown.

Jason clapped his hands together before moving forward to ruffle Damian’s perfectly coifed hair. “Congrats Demon Brat, you’re on your way to being a real man.”

“Fuck off, Todd,” Damian growled, swatting Jason’s hand away as Dick leaned back and laughed at the pair. Whatever his younger brother decided, Dick knew it would be the right decision for him. And he couldn’t help but be proud of the man he had become in the years since he had joined the family as a petulant and snotty ten year old.

#Batmanbingo2020 #batman bingo 2020 #Damian Wayne #dick grayson #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Robin #Nightwing #Red Hood #Batman #batfam #anikah writes #fanfic #fan fiction #jaydick #dickjay

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delusionalwriterr · 4 years

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Resurgence (Prologue)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avengers!Reader

Summary: After accepting a mission from an old friend, you and along with the other Avengers set out to another planet to retrieve a mysterious gem. Little did you know that the gem isn’t the only thing inhabiting the planet and soon found yourselves in a sticky situation.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: slow burn, language, friendship issues, mentions of injuries, death, inaccurate depictions of space travel, angst, fluff

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and any of the other fictional works mentioned.

A/N: My first ever series! Hope you like it!

Masterlist | Chapter One

You exhaled as you jammed your gloved hands onto the punching bag in front of you. “Come on, doll, you’ve hit me harder than that. Put your back into it like you do when it’s just the two of us,” Bucky teased as he watched from afar. He chuckled as he heard Sam let out a groan of disgust beside him, “I do not need to know what you have going on in the bedroom, man.” Sam retorted as he pretended to gag.

You laughed at the exchange as you continued punching. “Hey, (Y/N)! I don’t know if this gonna help, but just pretend the bag’s Bucky and he’s been a very bad boy.” Sam called, making you burst in laughter as Bucky hit him in the back of his head.

He immediately doubled over, clutching his head in his hands as he sent a dirty look over to Bucky. “What?! I was just trying to help!” he exclaimed, making Bucky roll his eyes.

Before he could answer, FRIDAY’s voice rang through the gym speakers, “Ms. (Y/L/N), you are wanted at Mr. Stark’s office.” You paused your actions to display a confused look on your face. There weren’t any missions coming up so you had no idea why you were needed. You looked over to see Bucky share the same look on his face while Sam has a teasing smirk on his. “Looks like Bucky isn’t the one who’s been bad after all,” Sam quipped, letting out a proud laugh which soon turned into a groan of pain as Bucky hit him in the back of the head even harder.

You shook your head as you grabbed your towel to wipe the sweat off your face before heading out of the gym and walking to Tony’s office.

“I’m here, what do you need?” you announced, entering the room only to see Tony sitting behind his desk, staring at his computer screen. He snapped out of whatever gaze he was in and stood up to approach you. “Quill called,” he started, instantly making you freeze in place.

A couple years ago, you were a member of the Guardians of the Galaxy, but ever since you’ve helped the Avengers bring everyone back from the snap, you realized that you’d be of best help when you stayed on Earth instead. Reluctantly, the Guardians let you go as they continued their adventures in space, and you haven’t heard from them since.

“Told me he wanted to talk to you,” he continued. Four years later, Tony calls you to his office to say that Peter, who was once your closest friend, called. Peter was heartbroken when you told him you wanted to stay behind. He knew that there were other reasons for you wanting to stay other than helping the Avengers. He knew you fell in love with a certain metal-armed Avenger, but couldn’t bring himself to tell you to choose the Guardians over Bucky. So with a heavy heart, he left Earth without you.

You knew he was mad at you, but you didn’t expect him to disappear for that long. You were hurt initially, but as the third year came by, you were convinced you’d never hear from him again. So imagine the shock on your face when Tony tells you that he was looking for you.

You gulped and nodded soon after. Tony guided you towards the computer and made you sit down in front of the computer screen. “Go ahead, he can hear you,” he informed, making you even more nervous.

You stared at the screen, not really sure of what to say after so long. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears and you felt like your stomach was about to come out of your mouth. You pushed all of that aside and with a hesitant voice, you managed to croak out, “Hello?”

You waited for what felt like an eternity which was really just a few seconds, until you finally heard a response.

“Hey, (Y/N). I need your help.”

You sat up straighter as you struggled to think of a response amidst the whirlwind of emotions you were feeling. You were happy to hear his voice again, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t the slightest bit hurt over the fact that he had only called because he needed help. Would he still call even if he didn’t need anything from you?

You took a deep breath and continued to stare at the screen, Tony watching you with cautious eyes. He knew how disappointed you were when you finally accepted that your friendship with Peter will never go back to what it used to be and he almost considered not telling you that Peter called at all. But it sounded serious so he figured you would be willing to push everything away.

“What is it, what happened? Are you, guys, okay?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. “Yeah, well not really,” he began, “we were hired to get this gem from this planet called Mortvivus, but something happened and Rocket’s injured so we had to get out of there quick.”

Before you got to answer, you heard Rocket’s voice pipe up, “I’m fine!” to which another voice, you assumed it was Drax, replied, “You couldn’t even walk. Groot had to carry you to the ship.” You chuckled as you heard another familiar voice speak, “I am Groot.”

You wondered what could’ve happened on the planet. Rocket almost never gets injured up until the point where he couldn’t walk so it had only peaked your interest as soon as Peter brought up the incident.

“Anyway!” Peter shouted, silencing the whole ship as you turned your attention back to his voice. “Something’s there, something we can’t handle right now. So I was gonna ask—“

“What can I do to help?” you interrupted, earning a raised brow from Tony. You heard Peter let out a breath of relief, “We just need you to retrieve the gem and give it to us,” he explained before you heard typing from his end, “I’m sending you all the details now.”

A few seconds later, Tony’s computer received the message. You opened it and scanned through the documents briefly before turning back to Peter, “Why me?”

The line went silent for so long you swore the call dropped. But after a while, he spoke, “You’re the only one who knows how to navigate space.” sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than you. It was your turn to remain silent. That’s really it, huh? He just called because he needed your help to do a job they couldn’t do.

You hear Rocket’s gruff voice speak up, “Hey, (Y/N)! Listen, I’ll probably get better in a couple of days so if you don’t wanna do it—“

“No, no! I’ll do it,” you hollered, “it’s not like Quill called just to check up on me, right?” you chuckled, a hint of bitterness in your voice, causing Tony to shoot you a sympathetic look.

When no one replied from the other end of the call, you continued. “I’ll tell the team and I’ll update you as soon as we’re leaving,” you sneered, hovering the mouse over the ‘end call’ button. “Bye,” you muttered as you ended the call. You leaned back on the chair and covered your eyes, trying to stop the tears threatening to spill.

“You don’t really have to do it, you know that right?” Tony pointed out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I know,” you admitted, letting out a sigh, “but I want to.”

A/N: Gonna post the first chapter within the week so if you liked it, please show some love! ❤️

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier x y/n #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #sebastian stan #the avengers #marvel #marvel headcannon #delusionalwriterr #resurgence

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gellavonhamster · 4 years

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journeys end in lovers’ meeting

Dark || Aleksander Tiedemann/Regina Tiedemann Boris Niewald/Regina Doppler || post-canon

ao3 link eng || ao3 link rus

There hasn’t been such a heavy thunderstorm in a long time – even the power went out for a while. As they raise their glasses to the world without Winden, the rain outside is beating down in slant lashes, and the black silhouettes of trees are bending menacingly against the evening sky. Regina doesn’t have the heart to let the guests out into the storm; driving in such weather and with such state of local roads is a suicide, and Peter and Bernadette even came by feet. So she offers everyone to stay over. No one is really discontented with such turn of events – everyone’s cracking jokes as they share out the places available for sleeping. It feels like they’re all kids again, and this is an adventure.

Peter and Bernadette get the couch in the living room, and some armchairs put together make a quite comfortable improvised bed for Katharina. Wishing for her pregnant friend to have the most comfort for the night, Regina gives her own bedroom to Hannah and Torben, takes all the necessary things, and moves to her mother’s room. Claudia has retired early, having told “the young” that she’s going to bed, but when Regina steps quietly into her room with a heap of bedclothes in her arms, the light there is on, and her mother is working on her laptop – no doubt writing another post for her blog on the history of Winden or taking part in a meeting of the members of Anonymous or whatever else the seniors who are more tech-savvy than most twenty-somethings might do on their computers.

“There’s a raincoat on the chair in the living room. A yellow one,” Regina says, settling her pillow on her mother’s wide bed. “Where did it come from?”

“A yellow one, you say?” Claudia echoes, her eyes glued to the screen. “I found it in the attic. I put it aside to think which neighbourhood kid to give it to, and forgot about it.”

“How come we have it? I don’t recall myself or Peter wearing it.”

“My dear, how long have we been living in this house? Do you remember thoroughly all the junk we have? Because I don’t. I wouldn’t be surprised if your father bought that raincoat forever ago to give it to you, then stuffed it somewhere and forgot.”

“Maybe,” Regina muses. For some reason she’s dying to know where the raincoat came from. Or it might rather be the wine she has drunk that’s dying to know that.

Later, when her mother is already asleep, when everyone in the house must already be asleep, Regina is standing by the window, listening to the cacophony of rain, staring at the pool of light that keeps dancing under the swinging lantern. It’s weird, about that raincoat, and she feels weird, too. Hannah’s words about the end of the world come to her mind, but that’s not it, not really – it is more like something is about to start, but there is no knowing what.

When she’s already in bed, it suddenly dawns on her what this is reminding her of: she used to feel something of the kind in her youth when she sensed she was about to dream about that boy again.

***

The first time it happens, she’s fifteen, and the boy is not a boy at all – more like a young man, two or three years older than she in appearance. It’s her classmates that are boys, but this one looks almost an adult, almost a bad guy from a movie, wearing a leather jacket, dark hair falling on his face. That is what Regina thinks when she sees him in the woods that night. Not “What am I doing in the woods, actually?” of something like that, because you don’t ask yourself that kind of questions in a dream. If you are in the woods, then you are meant to be in the woods.

“Hey,” Regina says gingerly. The young man, who was looking around, gives a start, turns around, and finally notices her.

“Hey,” he says. Anyone would expect such a guy to have a haughty smirk and a contemptuous look, but he just smiles at her when he sees her, calmly and friendly. “Where on earth am I?”

“In Winden,” Regina approaches him. Again, it does not occur to her in a dream that talking to a stranger in the woods might be a bad idea. “Are you lost?”

He shrugs. “I guess. I, uh, came here from the highway? Can’t remember clearly. I just left home and came here somehow.”

“Sounds like you’ve hit your head,” Regina remarks, which is yet another proof that she’s dreaming: in waking life she would never get smart like that with a strange guy who looks older and stronger than she. It doesn’t look, however, like the strange guy in question has taken any offence, because he just grins in response.

“Perhaps I have. And what are you doing here, robbing the lone travellers?”

“Perhaps I am,” Regina fires back, and smiles hastily to make it clear she actually isn’t. Heavens, she doesn’t know how to talk to boys at all. If Hannah and Katharina saw her now, they’d die on the spot – if not of shame, then of laughter. “If you don’t remember how you got here, then maybe you should go to the hospital? I can lead you there.”

“What about taking a walk first, since I’m already here, and then hospital or whatever? It’s nice here. Back where I’m from they’ve chopped all the woods down.”

The latest in the series of proofs that this is a dream: in real life such words would only have persuaded Regina further that he has to go to the hospital.

But all of this is not real, so she says, “Then let’s go, I’ll show you the caves.”

And they head for the caves, and Regina tells her new acquaintance about Winden – how dreary and dull it is, with mostly nothing to do and nowhere to go, but at least the air is fresh and the trees are tall and ancient. Then they talk about school and music and some other nonsense, until Regina finally realizes that she forgot to ask a very important question.

“Wait,” she stops at the very entrance to the cave and grabs the young man’s hand, and blushes at once, but doesn’t let go. “What is your name?”

He opens his mouth to reply – and she wakes up.

***

The feeling is so similar that the next morning she is even a little disappointed that the night had passed without any dreams. That’s silly, of course – she hasn’t dreamed about him for what, thirty years? And there have been enough men of flesh and blood in her life for her not to worry about the one who never really existed.

But the slight disappointment doesn’t disappear, and the feeling that something important is about to begin doesn’t go away either, and that Monday Regina brings them along to work.

Waldhotel Winden is facing hard times – frankly speaking, Regina cannot remember if there have ever been any other times. Father converted his estate into a hotel when his young new wife, Regina’s mother, refused to live there. Claudia has never elaborated why she rejected that elegant old building, but the older Regina gets, the more often it crosses her mind that deep down her mother didn’t want to live under the same roof with ghosts – not just Bernd Doppler’s late first wife, but also the memory of herself as a child coming there to tutor little Helge. Sweet shy Helge who, according to age, should have rather been Regina’s uncle not her half-brother; who also refused to live in that mansion that smelled of ancientness and dignity with his equally sweet shy wife. Memories had driven the former residents out of the house, leaving it fit only for the strangers who come and go without any trace other than the payment for the room. Unfortunately, there have always been few such strangers: the comparatively pristine nature and the caves steeped in legend are not enough to turn an otherwise ordinary underdeveloped small town like Winden into a popular tourist destination. Presently, for instance, the only guests at the hotel are an elderly couple who checked in three days ago.

It makes no sense to keep a lot of personnel in such situation, so it is Regina herself who is at the reception, while looking through the depressing financial statement for the last half-year. The only guests have gone out, the maid is cleaning upstairs, and when the bell rings above the front door, Regina looks up in involuntary annoyance – she has grown so unaccustomed to visitors that she has almost forgotten their arrival is supposed to make her glad.

“Hello,” she says, having quickly collected herself.

“Good afternoon,” says the newcomer, a man about her age, broad-shouldered and imposing, in an unbuttoned black coat. “I’d like a single room, please. Surely there are any available at the moment?”

“Oh, more than enough,” Regina can’t help commenting, smiling unhappily. “Your name?”

“Boris Niewald.”

Regina cannot explain why, upon hearing this, she immediately thinks there must be some sort of mistake. It is a name like any other – why couldn’t he be called that? And it is not that she was expecting him to have some other particular name – yet still she cannot fight the feeling that he was supposed to be called differently. That would have been explainable if she had met this man before, but she is sure it is the first time she sees him.

…almost sure. Something in his features seems vaguely familiar. But that must be just déjà vu – nothing unusual for her and most of the people she knows. She remembers being extremely surprised back in the day that her friends from the university could not recall ever experiencing it. Maybe Winden has some special aura. Ley lines, geopathogenic zones, that sort of thing.

Maybe it’s just some collective mental health issues.

“I can offer you several rooms to choose from,” she tells him. “You may leave your suitcase in the luggage room for now, so as not to carry it with you.”

***

“You know what I think?” Hannah begins in a sing-song voice. “I think,” she glances at Regina over the history notebook, while wearing her signature sly smile, “that our Regina has a crush.”

“What?!” Regina frowns in confusion. That’s so unrelated to what they were just discussing, where did this even come from? “I think you’re thinking wrong.”

“And I think Hannah’s right,” Katharina declares. Great, now it’s two against one. It would have been an option to stand up pointedly and go to the kitchen to grab more cookies, but, firstly, then the girls would definitely decide they’re on the right track, and secondly, Katharina is currently painting Regina’s nails vibrant dark red – how would she leave with her nails not dried yet, and just with three of them to boot? “Spit it out, girl. Who is he?”

Sometimes Regina cannot believe she’s really friends with these girls. They couldn’t be more different from her in their nature: the rebellious Katharina, quick-tempered and defiant, with bruises under the layers of face powder and sharp words for everyone who dares to look at her the wrong way; the elfin Hannah with her fox face, ambitious and perceptive, prone to imitating the older and more badass Katharina. And then there’s she – so… ordinary. The only remarkable thing about Regina is her good marks, but no one ever likes exemplary students, not even when in need of their help – especially when in need of their help. If it was not for her friends who are more adjusted for survival at school, it would have probably been tough for her, particularly in her childhood and early teenage years, when she used to wear thick-rimmed glasses.

Regina loves her friends, but there are some things she prefers not to tell them.

“I don’t understand what makes you think I have a crush,” she tries to fight back weakly.

“It’s just that every time I look at you at the lessons lately, you’re always up in the clouds with such cute zoned-out little face,” Katharina says, and tries to demonstrate at once just what kind of little face that is. Hannah giggles. “Come on, it’s not like it’s bad. On the contrary, we’re happy for you. Who is he? Does he know?”

He must know, Regina thinks. We see each other once a month or two, go on walks, talk, hold hands, but all of this doesn’t matter because he disappears every time I try to ask him what his name is or tell him my own. Besides, there’s a tiny problem: I only dream about him, and he doesn’t actually exist.

“There’s no one to know,” she tells them with an apologetic smile. Katharina and Hannah hang out with real guys after school, real guys who buy them ice cream and let them wear their jackets when it gets cold, so they don’t need to know that silly Regina (yes, it’s alright to be silly at sixteen, but not sillier than her peers, after all) is in love with someone who only exists in her head. “And I’m up in the clouds because… I keep thinking that school will be over soon, and I’ll be able to leave. We all will be able to leave. And there’ll be no more Winden for us.”

“No more Winden for us,” Hannah repeats dreamily, and Katharina nods in agreement. It’s a perfect way to change the subject – the next instant they’re already sharing plans for the future, discussing where they’re going to enrol, where they want to go on holidays. Indeed, no crush looks as attractive as the prospect of leaving their native shithole for good.

None of them will ever leave Winden for long, but at the time they do not know it yet.

***

Boris Niewald has come to their town as a representative of the company that is building a new shopping centre in Winden. He stays in Waldhotel Winden for a week, and as he comes back every evening that week, he and Regina spend some time talking before the night porter arrives and she goes home. Regina is not in the habit of making close acquaintance with the guests, but when he returns on the evening of the first day, she cannot help asking what his first impressions of Winden are, and then it all happens as if by itself. On the third day, they switch from Sie to du. On the fourth day, she unlocks the liquor cabinet to take out a bottle of expensive brandy given a few years ago by her father’s friend, and offers him a glass on the house.

On the seventh day, when he was supposed to check out, he asks her if it is possible to extend the reservation.

“I still have some three days free,” he tells Regina. They’re sitting in the armchairs in the lobby; the elderly couple has already checked out, the maid has a day off, and it seems as if they’re not at the hotel at all, but at home. Her home or his; possibly theirs. “With all this construction I never got a chance to see the town.”

“I’m afraid this town hardly has anything to offer you,” Regina laughs, toying with the glass in her hand. “We don’t even have a museum. Except the caves, perhaps.”

“The caves? I’ve heard something about them. The ones where someone is said to disappear every year?”

“Well, not every year, but there have been several cases. Usually these poor things get found after a day or two, however – dirty, hungry. Apparently there’s an entire labyrinth of natural origin, and the walls cave in sometimes. There are some weirdos who believe that there is the way to…”

“The centre of the Earth?”

“More like the other dimensions. About ten years ago, some TV people even came to make a documentary, God. I don’t think it was ever released.”

“That sounds appealing,” Boris chuckles. Regina likes his smile, his silver beard, his striking blue eyes. Perhaps she has a type, and her new acquaintance is the perfect match. Both of her husbands looked similarly – both the one who married her, as it quickly came to light, hoping to make a career at the publishing house of the only Winden newspaper, which was headed by her mother back then, and the one that cheated on her a year and a half after their wedding. In other words, both the one that she still never says hello to and the one she still exchanges birthday and Christmas greetings with. The latter and his wife had some kind of unprecedented abundance of currant in their garden last year, and they gave Regina two jars of currant jam; oh the small towns where everyone knows each other in many different senses.

Perhaps her type was shaped by the fact that at the age of fifteen to approximately twenty she frequently dreamed about a handsome boy with precisely such beautiful blue eyes. What of it.

“You don’t hurry home lately, I see” Claudia observes in the morning while Regina is making breakfast. Her mother is reading a fresh newspaper – undoubtedly thinking that without her being editor-in-chief, that newspaper has gone to shit. “Is he trustworthy?”

“He? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Regina replies flatly as she puts oatmeal and dried fruit into the bowls.

“What, a she? Didn’t think you’d take after your grandmother, but it’s never too late to get to know yourself, I guess.”

“There’s no one, Mama,” Regina says determinedly. In two days Boris returns to Marburg. There is no point in starting anything.

There is no point in starting anything – yet when on her day off Boris asks her out for dinner, she says yes.

There is no point in starting anything – yet when he kisses her in the hotel corridor it takes her some time to make herself pull away.

“Forgive me,” Boris says when he sees her face. “I suppose I shouldn’t have done this.”

“That’s right,” Regina says and forces a smile. Tomorrow he’s leaving.

There is no point in starting anything – yet when he closes the door after himself and she takes a few steps down the corridor, she realizes suddenly that she doesn’t care. Then she turns around and goes back before letting herself change her mind and knocks on the door of his room. He opens at once.

That night she feels madly young, young and loving and loved.

“I’ll come back as soon as I can,” Boris promises her when he puts the key to the room in her hand the next morning.

There is no point in starting anything, yet she thinks: come back to me.

And, for some reason: come home.

***

At the high school graduation party, the girls from Regina’s class dance with their boyfriends or with the boys they hope to make their boyfriends, lay their heads on their partners’ shoulders, bodies pressed together, hearts full of excitement. As to Regina, she gets asked to a dance by Peter, her nephew-who-looks-rather-like-her-cousin, which is very nice of him. They keep stepping on each other’s feet and laughing about it, and then Take My Breath Away gives way to lively disco, and Regina dances with Katharina and Hannah and then with Peter again and then with some kids who she hasn’t exchanged a word with throughout the entire school year. There are no more couples, just a single happy crowd, and they spin and throw their hands up in the air, like a record, baby, right round, round round.

Officially alcohol at the graduation party is banned. Unofficially, part of the parents and teachers who are chaperoning them all in the festively decorated gym does not care and another part is sneakily sipping something from thermos bottles and flasks themselves. Regina drinks a couple of glasses of the wine that Katharina brought with her in a juice carton. She doesn’t drink often enough to know much about such things, but two glasses mustn’t be too much. It mustn’t be enough to explain why, when she steps out to the porch to take the air and raises her eyes up to the sky, she sees what she sees and stumbles and almost falls down, taken by surprise.

“You all right?” she hears a voice behind her back. Charlotte Tannhaus approaches her, looking rather curious than worried. “Are you going to be sick?”

“N-no,” Regina tells her, with something that should ideally pass for a reassuring smile. “It just seemed like…”

“Like?”

She and Charlotte Tannhaus have never been close, but now both of them are drunk, and besides, Regina is going to leave for the university soon, and whether anyone in Winden thinks her crazy shall lose all importance.

“Like there were two moons in the sky,” she says. ‘Then they merged into one.”

Charlotte nods pensively, as if Regina has just said something extraordinarily deep.

“Maybe that was a vision,” she points out. “Like… we’re all at the crossroads now, right? School is over, life is beginning? Maybe the two moons are like two different paths.”

“That merge into one because they’re actually one and the same?”

“Possible. Or it might even be the third path, another one. Maybe.”

Yeah, Regina thinks, they’re definitely drunk.

“I thought I’d be just leaning up against the wall for half the evening, but it turned out quite great. I wish you were there,” she tells her stranger in a dream that night.

“Yeah, I’d love to go with you,” he says, and then adds something strange:

“It’s a shame you’re not real.”

***

A month later – a month of phone calls and Skype calls, a month when Regina keeps reminding herself not to hope too much and still hopes more and more with each day – Boris comes back.

“I have to tell you something which will make you think that I’m not quite right in the head,” he tells her on the first evening after his arrival. This time he isn’t staying in Waldhotel – he’s staying at her place. “Or that I am lying and being incredibly bad at it.”

“Try me,” she suggests merrily.

“When I was young, I would often see the same dream. Or rather, different dreams about the same girl,” Boris comes up to her writing desk, picks up a framed photo – Regina with her mother and grandfather – and looks at it thoughtfully. In the picture, Regina is sixteen, she has voluminous curls and bright eye shadow in the true spirit of the eighties, and, in the opinion of adult Regina, she’s very small, funny, and good. Better than she thought herself back then, probably. “I wouldn’t say I used to be lonely at that time – I had friends, I had everything, basically – but every time I woke up hoping I’d see her again. I believe I was a little bit in love with her – as if with a singer or a teacher, you know, without any hope that my feelings might be returned. What kind of return might be there if she didn’t really exist, after all?”

He puts the photo back on the desk, and turns to Regina.

“At least I was sure she didn’t exist. And now we’ve come to the part that will make you think me either a liar or crazy,” he smiles at her, but eyes her earnestly, clearly preparing to say something important, clearly wishing for it to be taken seriously despite all the jokes. “You look like her. Judging by this photo, you’re spitting images of each other.”

“What was her name?” Regina asks with bated breath. Boris frowns; he must have been expecting anything but such question.

“I don’t know. I woke up each time I tried to ask her.”

Regina gets up off the bed and comes up to him.

“I think I also have something to tell you,” she says, “that will make you think me either a liar or crazy.”

Now, as luck would have it, it would be the time for the dream to end – but they are really there, really together, and what has started will not end at the crack of dawn, will not end if they let it go on, will not ever end.

#dark netflix #regina tiedemann #aleksander tiedemann #regina x aleksander #aleksander x regina #uhhh an atempt was made #english is not my first language etc. etc.#the title is from twelfth night but also from the haunting of hill house #my fic #gella talks dark #talk talk talk

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weakeninghope · 4 years

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Bliss

Pairing: Joseph Joestar/Caesar A. Zeppeli

Rating: Teen

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Summary: His head was full of thoughts of how badly he wanted to be with his boyfriend. Because despite Joseph ignoring the movie and snoring loudly on Caesar’s shoulder or the brunet’s obnoxious comments, the physical contact was always nice; subtle and gentle touches, warm embraces, shared silences, the steady sound of the other’s breathing… it all reminded him that Joseph was there and that they were together even after two years.

Notes: Hello! I'm back! This is terribly late (I haven't missed the deadline, since in my timezone it's the 25th and the deadline was until the 26th, but I wanted to post this earlier) because I struggled with terrible anxiety and writer's block. I wrote a fic and ended up dismissing it because I thought it was complete garbage, so I tried to cool myself a bit and wrote this instead. It's not the best I've written but I hope you all enjoy it (specially my giftee!)

This is the @jjba-secret-santa for @nurseabbacchio! I really, really hope I at least got to make you smile with this <3Happy holidays y'all!PD: please remember that I'm not a native (I'm from Spain) so there might be some mistakes here and there.As always, comments and kudos are much appreciated <3 tumblr: weakeninghope twitter: Shirotxpoison

btw i have some pending requests I’m working on! please be patient, my anxiety sometimes doesn’t allow me to write ;_;

fic under the cut!

“Caesar, can’t we just watch a movie and cuddle on the couch?” Joseph asked tiredly from his desk. Caesar giggled from his spot on the couch and settled his book aside to turn to stare at Joseph. His green gaze settled on Joseph’s turquoise one.

Two years living together and Joseph still behaved as a little puppy. They found themselves in this situation almost every night; Joseph came home from work, ate rushedly, barely talking to Caesar, and after that he had to get busy with overdue paperwork. While Caesar’s the first one that would outright enjoy a movie with his boyfriend (well, depending on the movie though, Joseph had the absurd habit of commenting everything on screen) he knew that Joseph had to finish the paperwork first of all things.

“You would fall asleep on me like you do eighty per cent of the times you suggest to watch a movie. That, or you won’t let me hear the movie with your stupid comments.” Caesar responded, stare fixated on Joseph. Caesar had to say that he felt, deep down, a bit bad for Joseph; he had prominent bags under his eyes and looked genuinely tired, and, after all, he’d missed him too. But work comes first.

“Oh, come on! You love spending time with me.” Joseph replied, knowing that he was, indeed, right. Since they were both busy with their respectives jobs they didn’t get to spend much time together.

“Whatever. Finish your paperwork and then come here if you want.” Caesar said; or maybe he should have punctualized “here, or to bed” since it was already kinda late and Caesar was, after all, an early riser, even when he wasn’t on morning shift.

“Okay…” Joseph grunted tiredly. And with that, he put himself back to work.. Caesar grabbed his book again and proceeded to read again.

Well, he tried.

His head was full of thoughts of how badly he wanted to be with his boyfriend. Because despite Joseph ignoring the movie and snoring loudly on Caesar’s shoulder or the brunet’s obnoxious comments, the physical contact was always nice; subtle and gentle touches, warm embraces, shared silences, the steady sound of the other’s breathing… it all reminded him that Joseph was there and that they were together even after two years. Caesar was really insecure and tended to think that everyone would leave him in the end; his father leaving when he was younger really helped him develop some interesting abandonment issues, and since that point he’d completely rejected commitment and love. He started having flings with people from his work at the bar, one night stands, anything to let him forget the kind of life he was leading. Until this dumbass called Joseph Joestar came to his life two years ago, when Caesar accidentally dropped his drink on his stack of papers, and they got into an argument because who the hell brings important paperwork to a bar at 2AM.

Since that day Joseph started coming everyday to the bar looking for Caesar claiming a free beverage for the “harm” Caesar cause him. Heated arguments turned into makeout sessions, makeout sessions turned to sex and sex turned to attachment; when he wanted to realize it, Caesar had already fallen in love. He even went to Joseph’s workplace one day to wait for him so they could go to a proper date instead of making out in the bathroom of the bar.

Caesar turned one page of his book and decided that he’d had enough, he’d go to bed and, fortunately, when he woke up, Joseph would be there, because the dumbass loved to sleep in. When he stood up from the couch, he spotted a sleeping Joseph on the desk.

His drool was leaking from his mouth and he was snoring quietly, he must had been exhausted. A fond smile crept up Caesar’s lips, and the blond brought a hand to Joseph’s hair to comb it slightly. He leant down and pressed his lips to Joseph’s forehead.

“You missed.” He hears Joseph whisper, and he suddenly lifted his head and pressed his lips to Caesar’s.

The kiss was chaste; probably because Joseph didn’t have the energy to do more, but it was warm and pleasant and was everything Caesar’s wished for; two years together and he couldn’t get enough of the other’s kisses. With that kiss, Caesar decided that Joseph’s paperwork can go fuck itself and helped Joseph out of his chair.

“I think you need a rest. You can work tomorrow.” Caesar said gently, he hoped the other didn’t notice, but he had an endearingly fond smile in his lips; the sight of a half-asleep Joseph almost sprawled out on him had him feeling that he was the luckiest man on the Earth.

Joseph supported his weight on Caesar’s shoulders. “I’d ask you to carry me bridal style to the bedroom, but we both know how this ended the last time.” Joseph giggled, remembering them both falling on the floor in a tangled mess of limbs; laughing and kissing each other without another care in the world. Together. Happy.

“Yeah right. Let’s go to sleep, you sleeping beauty.” Caesar countered, taking a few steps to the bedroom.

Once they were there, Joseph flopped down the bed and turned around to face Caesar.

“Caesar.” He called out.

“Hmmm?” Caesar hummed facing Joseph. They were really close, and he could map with his eyes the perfect shape of Joseph’s eyebrows, the curve of his lips, the shining turquoise of his half-lidded eyes. Every single feature for which he fell for two years ago. Every single feature he loves with his whole heart today, and every single feature he will continue to love in the future. Forever.

“I’m the luckiest man on Earth. I really, really love you.” He whispered against Caesar’s lips.

Caesar smiled and brought his arms around Joseph to hug his frame.

That’s my line he thought, you’re too sappy to be true he thought he should say. But in the end, he settled for

“I love you, too.”

#mywriting #bloss writes #caejose #jjba #jjba secret santa 2019 #jjba secret santa #joseph joestar #caesar anthonio zeppeli

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heoneyology · 5 years

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Sorry About the Cake

—A/N: happy birthday to our beagle boy, jeong yunho!! I finished this piece just in time before his birthday ends! this came out much longer than anticipated.

—Pairing: gender neutral reader x yunho

—Word Count: 5025

—Genre: a bit of angst, fluff, and slightly suggestive(?)

“I can’t meet you today,” the voice on the other end of the line says, causing Jeong Yunho to press his mouth into a hard line. As soon as his phone had gone off, alerting him of an incoming call, his stomach had sunk. He’d known it was going to be bad news. In fact, Yunho had even been tempted to not answer in hopes of ignoring the that news which he was expecting. But, it didn’t matter. Just before the last ring, he’d rushed to answer the call. The name on the screen… he couldn’t leave you—his significant other—of all people, hanging. “Y/N, you promised!” Yunho knows his childish side is showing, but he can’t help it. His voice goes a pitch higher. A whine. Through the receiver, he hears you let out a long sigh. Then, you click your tongue before answering, “I know I did. And I regret it, I always do. But I have to stay behind. The statistics for this project aren’t lining up again and the project lead doesn’t like how we’re pitching the idea. We only have two days before we have to present again. Just stick with me a bit longer, yeah?” “This is the exact same thing that you said two months ago!” With every word, Yunho swears his whine sounds worse. While he had his childish tendencies, he couldn’t remember ever having been this much of a baby about anything, really. At least, not until he had met you almost a year ago. You had changed much of his personality, whether for better or worse, Yunho wasn’t always sure. There was one thing he was always sure of, though: Whenever he was around you, he was on cloud nine.

So, really, he wasn’t about to complain. But he did have a lot to complain about concerning your job. He’d thought being a trainee had been tough on your relationship, but you being an up and coming marketing manager for KQ? There were strains coming from both sides that often wore both of you down. “I know, I know!” It’s your turn to whine through the phone speaker. Yunho can hear the frown in your voice, and he almost feels guilty. “Look, I always come through in the end, don’t I? Please, don’t be mad.” “How can I not be mad, Y/N?! It’s my birthday!” Yunho can feel a knot forming in his throat, and it becomes increasingly difficult to push words out of his mouth without sounding completely desperate. All he wanted was to spend his birthday with the person he was dating. He loves you, and he knows your life is just as taxing as the idol life. The both of you had known all along this relationship would be difficult. There would be times where you wouldn’t see Yunho for days, and there would be times where work would keep you late and Yunho would have to accept you didn’t have free time to spare. Despite walking the halls of the same building, there were time where you would each be so far from each other. Both of your choice of careers were a hit or a miss, with fluctuations, and sometimes too steady of a flow. You and Yunho had both accepted that fate. Despite this, schedules were usually planned pretty far in advance. Yunho hadn’t expected, a week ago, when you had said your schedule was free—that you would be canceling plans on his birthday. He makes sure to voice this to you. “You don’t just make plans, and then miss someone’s birthday…” On the other end of the line, you let out another sigh. “I always make it up to you. I’ll make this one up two-fold, I swear, Yunho.” Your tone isn’t a whine. It’s completely serious this time. It’s true, you always find a way to keep your word. Both of you always do. But the ache in Yunho’s heart and the stinging feeling creeping up behind his eyes isn’t enough to cure the sour tone the conversation has taken. “Whatever. I’ll talk to you later, Y/N.” Before you can even reply, Yunho hangs up, tossing his phone to the other end of the couch. He wants nothing more to do with it. You’re busy, anyway. It’s not like you’ll call back. You can’t call back. Either way, as much as it pains him, Yunho would be sure to ignore your calls. If his phone hadn’t already been tossed aside, the thought of turning it off just in case you do call back crosses his mind. That way, he can ignore you completely. He pulls his long legs up onto the couch, hugging them close to himself and resting his chin on his knees, staring ahead. The dorm is utterly silent, every one of his members gone, since he’d told them he’d have plans today. It makes the twisting, sickening mix of emotions that range from everything from angry to disappointed to utter sadness that much more obvious to him. It’s difficult to ignore his feelings in the dead quiet of the dorm. The two of you didn’t have plans, exactly, but everything always worked out best when you both went with a spontaneous feeling. Yunho was going to pick you up at your apartment after you got off work, and you were going to explore the nightlife together. Reservations, or anything of that sort, weren’t needed. You both never had issues with activities such as that. It didn’t matter that Yunho, you, or any of the members knew the city like the back of your hand and hadn’t found a new hangout spot in so long. You always had fun together. As long as Yunho was with you, he was happy. It was your presence, being there with you—not necessarily what you were doing. As long as Yunho had your silly, stupid laugh that drove him insane that he still loved so much, and your smile and brightened your eyes—he’d be happy. All he needed was your voice and the way you spoke, happiness creeping into your voice when you discussed certain things that you were passionate about, leaving him intrigued and yearning for more—just so he might hear you speak. He could listen to you talk for hours on end. That was, really, all he needed. A wetness hitting the palm of Yunho’s hands pulls him out of his thoughts. He quickly reaches up to wipe away the overflowing tears he hadn’t been aware of. Not being the type to usually cry, he’s surprised by this. He usually has a bit better control of his emotions. Something so small shouldn’t really bother him. It’s just his birthday, after all. Nobody gives special attention to people on their birthday, anymore, right? His parents hadn’t even called, yet. This is only his third birthday with you. Maybe he had just been spoiled from the last two? Despite having only dated a month prior to his first birthday, you had insisted on treating him to a special dinner with what little money you had in your pocket. From there, you had gone to a nighttime street fair—one of the ones that was usually only there for a couple of days, maybe a week, if you’re lucky. Yunho was amazed by your skills, even to this day, after you’d won him a giant plush bear. One so big it was practically as tall as Yunho was, and the two of you had gotten some good laughs as you struggled to carry it home. Yunho’s second birthday with you hadn’t been much different. You’d taken him to dinner again, but this time at a cheaper restaurant after much insisting on his part. The gift was smaller, just a handmade bracelet braided together—but it still meant something to him and was important, even to this day. He wore it almost every day, and when he didn’t, it was to keep it from snagging against something. The memories swell the knot that’s been forming in his throat, and he begins furiously rubbing again at more tears that begin to spill over. He wishes he’d stop crying. It’s not that big of a deal, he tries telling himself. It doesn’t work, though, so Yunho pushes himself up off the couch and moves to his shared room. Despite his upset state, he still seeks out the large plush bear you’d won him at the street fair, where it sits in the corner of the room. San was typically the one to collect stuffed animals, but this particular stuffed bear was the single most important thing to Yunho. He lifts a hand to rest it atop the bear’s head, and it stares back at him. If a frown can go any deeper than it already is, Yunho swears his is pulling down all the way to his chin. You’re still on his mind, and Yunho leans forward to wrap his arms around the plump, stuffed fuzzy toy, hugging it close as though it were you. Yunho closes his eyes against the stinging sensation his tears earlier have left. He’s not sure how long he does it, but he stays like that, hugging the bear close. He doesn’t need to be upset over this. Situations like this were bound to happen, any day, and sometimes one couldn’t always be prepared for them. But it hurt a little more this time, knowing it had been planned as much in advance as it could be; knowing that the two of you had been able to spend Yunho’s previous birthdays together. Would you continue to break promises like this? Surely you could make some sacrifices over work, every now and again… right? Yunho knows it sounds selfish—but he can’t help it as the thought passes through his mind. He had prepared himself to make those sacrifices as needed, knowing there would be times where you couldn’t see him for lengths on end. Couldn’t you return the same favor? Especially after making a promise? He’s not quite sure why he’s thinking this, though, knowing patience is important. But he feels sick. He just wants to see you. Pushing the bear away, Yunho lets out a large sigh and stands. Coming to a silent decision, he wastes no time going to the bathroom and cleaning up the mess that his face has become. He’s going to see you. He won’t get in your way. He won’t talk to you. He’ll let you work, and finish the project as needed, and he’ll just watch. As long as you’re in his presence, he’ll at least be happy. Yunho needs that much, at least. He knows just seeing you will push all these negative thoughts away. He’s sure of it. Every relationship, after all, has a moment of doubt in it. On his way out, he pauses briefly to retrieve his cell phone from the depths of his couch, shoving it into his pocket and locking the door behind him as he leaves. Will you be mad at him for randomly showing up? Will he be kicked out? Will you allow him to stay? Will you be angry for him hanging up on you so abruptly? How will you feel about the small argument from earlier? As Yunho races himself towards your work, the thoughts swarm his head, little seeds of doubt planting themselves. Because of this, his stomach begins twisting again. With each step, he feels himself moving faster. He needs to get to you as fast as he can. He just wants to see you. To erase the petty argument. To know that everything will be fine. After a while, Yunho runs out of breath, and finally slows into a walk. Before he can go much further, his footsteps falter, spotting two familiar figures up ahead exiting a twenty-four-hour market. He’d recognize that blonde mullet and black and red hair anywhere. Yunho watches them for a moment, suspended in time, as they exit the market with drawstring and duffel bags, unwrapping ice cream. Yunho can only assume there’s an assortment of more snacks in the small drawstring San has. The company building is not far from here. They’re probably headed home after some practice. It’s ironic, Yunho thinks—recognizing the market—that the two of you had actually met in this neighborhood, by chance, before meeting up at the company. Yunho slows as he nears his members, coming to a complete spot not far off from them. “Hongjoong? Sanie?” From surprise, the ice cream that had been precariously held between San’s teeth, almost falls from his mouth. He stops shuffling in the drawstring bag and rushes to grab the stick to keep his treat from falling. Lifting his gaze, he turns to Yunho, eyes widening. From behind him, now, Hongjoong scrambles to grab the drawstring back from San. “Yunho?” Confusion is laced in San’s voice. Hongjoong peeks out from around the other side of their member. “What are you guys doing?” Yunho asks, trying to keep his voice level and controlled. He doesn’t want them to figure out he’s upset. “Buying… ice cream and snacks?” San offers up. He sounds guilty, and confused, still—his answer coming out as a question. “Why aren’t—” Hongjoong elbows San in the side before more words escape past him, and Yunho glances between the two. Something feels off. “Where are you headed to right now?” Hongjoong asks casually. Yunho feels the knot in his throat return. “Um…” He’s not quite sure how to answer his leader, the question catching him off guard just a bit. “Did Y/N not let you know about working late?” Hongjoong asks, before Yunho has a chance to gather his thoughts together to form something coherent for an answer. “We said bye just before we left a bit ago and—” “No, no,” Yunho says quickly, butting in. San and Hongjoong, both caught by surprise at the sudden intensity coming from Yunho, raise their brows and share a glance. “I know. I actually forgot something in the studio. I figure since I’ll be hanging out at home for the rest of the night, I should go get it.” The words fall from Yunho’s mouth quickly. Too quickly, despite his best effort to seem casual. He smiles at his members, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Did you two fight?” San asks suddenly. Yunho knows it’s not passable as a lie, especially with the way San asks the question so bluntly—yet he lifts his hands before him, giving a few small waves. “No! It’s… no, we’re fine. Look, I should be going now. Movie night awaits, you can join me later. I’ll see you guys at home, okay?” “Yunho—” Hongjoong starts, but Yunho gives a quick wave and rushes past them, ignoring his leader when he calls out once more. He feels slightly guilty, but what is he supposed to tell them? Yunho doesn’t want to admit to having a fight, not on today of all days. Once he’s at a far enough distance from them, Yunho peeks back over his shoulder. Hongjoong and San are still there, standing outside the market. From where he’s at, it looks like Hongjoong is talking on his cell phone, an urgent expression on his face. Strange. He’s not too far from the company building now. Yunho owalks, comforted by the silence of the late hour. He can still hear the city sounds—cars moving, alarms going off, dogs barking, sirens in the distance—but they’re oddly comforting. They help him focus as he tries to push away the increasing nervousness that creeps up on him as he finally comes to a stop in front of KQ’s entrance. It’s still lit up from outside, even this late at night. Yunho hesitates briefly. But, he’s not one to back out. Especially not after coming this far. He decided he wanted to see you, at the very least. That it would make him feel better. So, that’s what he’ll do. After taking a deep breath, Yunho steps forward and pulls the door open. Despite the hour of the night, there are some people still lurking about. He assumes they’re stylists, maybe trainees and producers, finishing up late-night work and practice. Yunho himself has been in that position multiple times before, though he suddenly feels as though he doesn’t belong. Yunho moves through the entrance lobby, punching a button on the elevator and waiting a brief moment for it to return to the first floor. Stepping inside, he selects his designated floor number and watches as the doors fall closed in front of him, enveloping him in silence. The waiting almost kills him, but he manages to keep himself composed somehow. When the doors finally open, Yunho is quick to rush out into the freedom of the hall—quick to rush toward you. However, what he doesn’t realize, is that you’re right in front of him. With nothing other than cake in your hands. Cake you’re carrying that, as soon as he collides with you, smashes into his torso, and then up over your own at the impact. Both of you stumble. Your grip on the cake loosens, and from the corner of your eyes you can see it as it crashes to the floor with an unpleasant splatter sound. “Shit!” You hiss, jerking your head up. “Why don’t you watch—Yunho?!” Yunho’s bottom lip juts out into a pout. Were you just about to blame him? Giving you a hard glare, he turns his attention downward. His eyes glance over the cake and frosting covering his body—on his clothes, his arm, and his abdomen. “Ugh,” he grumbles, finally looking up. You’re studying him curiously, and he makes note of the cake covering you, as well. You don’t seem to care, though, fully zoned in on him. “What are you doing here?” You ask. “Hongjoong said I had at least fifteen minutes…” Fifteen minutes? For what? Yunho frowns, remembering the brief moment he’d seen his leader on his phone. He called you? Yunho wonders, though instead of answering, he states, “You lied to me.” “Yes, I did. Fake lied, actually? Is fake lying a thing…?” You frown, though you don’t hesitate to admit his statement aloud, without any hesitation. You study him, gauging his reaction. “Actually, it was meant to upset you. I know when we’ve argued in the past over the phone, you’ve always sought me out straight afterward… I was hoping you’d do the same this time. I was going to surprise you for your birthday.” A surprise? It’s then that Yunho glances down at the cake splattered across the floor. The knot that had been in his throat earlier returns, and he swallows thickly past it. As he blinks, he can feel his eyes stinging with tears again. You’d made him angry, upset, confused, and most of all—hurt—all over a surprise?! He appreciated the thought, but really? Couldn’t he have just picked you up like the two of you had originally planned, instead? Sensing Yunho’s distress, you’re quick to move forward. “No, no, babe! Don’t cry!” Yunho turns away from you as you near, stomping a foot in a rather childish manner. “I was really worried! I thought our relationship was in danger, or something! I thought you were going to hate me for being mad at you and for hanging up on you like that!” You grab at his cake stained shirt, trying to pull him back to face you. “What kind of ridiculous thoughts are all of those—” But before you can finish your statement, Yunho is suddenly enveloping you in a giant hug. He clings to you as if you’re about to disappear, at any moment, and you feel yourself gasp in both surprise and at the sudden lack of oxygen. Ignoring the cakey mess that’s becoming worse between the two of you, you lift your arms to hug him back. Instead, you focus on the wet, warm tears you can feel against your shoulder where Yunho has his face nuzzled. You’re quiet, stroking his back as he cries and whispering soothing words of affection. After a bit, he calms down. However, he doesn’t release you, hugging you close. You don’t complain. When he’s sure his voice is back under control, Yunho lets out a small chuckle. You lean back a fraction, studying him curiously. “We’re a mess,” Yunho grins, his cheeks growing big at the action. “What are we going to do?” “Yeah,” you agree. “And your birthday present is all over the floor, now. And us. We’re literally a mess.” That’s when Yunho finally separates from you, staring down at the cake print he’s now made worse on the front side of your shirt. It makes him both of you laugh, despite how gross you both feel. Relieved to see him happy again, you smile and reach out to take Yunho’s hand. His eyes are pulling at the corners in a way you love so dearly. “We can tell the janitor in a bit. Let’s get ourselves tended to first,” you say, interlacing your fingers with his. Yunho gives your hand a small squeeze, before the two of you begin making your way down the hall. Immediately, Yunho recognizes that the two of you aren’t headed towards the marketing department offices, or your section of the building—but rather, towards the dance studios. He’s quiet when you pull him up in front of the door to the studio ATEEZ usually uses. When you pull him inside after you, Yunho lets out a gasp. The entire studio is filled with balloons of all colors and streamers thrown and taped haphazardly about, lining the mirrors along either wall. You grin. “San and Hongjoong helped me decorate. Do you like it?” Oh. That explains the phone call, Yunho thinks, staring at the mess of decorations. He has no other word to describe it but mess. But, that’s his members in a nutshell. Yunho grins. “It’s great.” He glances at you from the corner of his eyes. “How, though, are we supposed to clean ourselves here?” Save for the decorations and a duffel bag, the mirror-lined room is empty. “I have something for that!” As you say this, you move across the room to the duffel bag. Yunho follows you, a little slower, releasing your hand as you move away from him. As he does so, he glances to the side at the mirror and the mess across his shirt. Suddenly, in the mirror, Yunho reaches down and pulls the black shirt he’s wearing up and over his head. It’s slow and deliberate, exposing his bare skin. You watch his reflection in the mirror, unable to keep yourself from staring as some of his muscles ripple as he pulls the shirt over his head. The outline of his hip bones are visible, and though he isn’t completely toned, he has a lean figure. The muscle is there, but not completely visible. Only with certain movements can you feel or see the muscle ripple beneath his skin. You have a sudden urge to run your hands along his bare torso, just to feel him. Biting down on your lip, hard, you drag your gaze back down to the duffel bag just as Yunho tosses aside the cake-dirtied remnants of his shirt. Peeking up from beneath your lashes, you watch his arms move with the action, admiring him. His side profile is soft and sweet, but there’s a harder edge to his jawline that has always given him a manlier edge. You love the way he can appear cute one second, and sexy the next. “Damn…” you suddenly breathe out, and you pull yourself out of your thoughts and back to your task at hand. It’s difficult, though. You could admire Yunho all day. “What is it?” Yunho finally asks, and you have to let out a breath you hadn’t been aware you were holding. “I only have the one change of clothes,” you manage out with a steady voice, pulling a shirt out of the bag and turning to Yunho, holding it out. “Oh…” Yunho frowns, watching as you give the shirt a hard, insistent shake. “It’s for you, though. You change into it,” you insist. “I live closer to here, we can just go back and I can change at home. Unless you want to stay shirtless?” As you say this, though, the reality of your boyfriend’s half-nakedness sets in, now that you’re not staring at his reflection in the mirror, but at him head on. Each line of his body is pronounced—his collarbones, the barely visible outlines of his muscles. Yunho is aware of your eyes raking over him, and one corner of his mouth pulls up into something between a mix of a half smile and a smirk. You’re not typically one to blush. At least, when you do, it’s not always visible. But you can feel your cheeks heating up, and you manage a scowl at him. “Don’t look at me like that,” you scold, reaching out to hit him. As you do so, Yunho snatches your wrist, tugging you towards him. Momentum takes over and you stumble forward against him, Yunho keeping hold of your wrist and, instead of hugging you close, he leans down and catches the corner of your mouth with his own in a peck. You’re surprised when you feel his tongue slip out against your mouth, lapping at your cheek. “Yunho!” You squeak, squirming away. As you do so, you relinquish your hold on the shirt and shove it at him. When he leans away, effortlessly grabbing the shirt you’ve left him with, he’s all grins. “There was some frosting,” he says innocently, smile squeezing his eyes half closed. “Had to help you clean it up.” “Whatever,” you scoff, turning around. “I’m not facing you, so hurry up and change.” “There’s mirrors all over this room, love,” Yunho points out, quirking a brow. “Why are you suddenly being modest?" But you don’t answer him, instead keeping your eyes away from his reflection for as long as you can. Letting out a small sigh, Yunho just shrugs and begins to pull the shirt over his head. Again, he does the action agonizingly slow, and you find your eyes drawn to the mirrors again to watch, the material of the shirt falling gently and slowly against his abdomen. It feels like it’s teasing you, and you feel your heart do a nervous flip. With his head completely engulfed by the shirt, you quickly move back to the duffel bag and pull out an extra shirt. You don’t want to waste a moment before he notices what you’re doing, so you quickly pull your cake stained shirt over your head, slipping your arms through the sleeves. Just as you straighten to pull the shirt over your head, you hands on your waist, a body pressing up close to you from behind. It catches you by surprise, making you jump. “Yunho!” You squeak, all too aware of the feel of his hands pressed against your bare sides. “You’re full of lies today, aren’t you?” He murmurs, kissing the ticklish spot just below your ear. You shrug into yourself, an action meant to push him away. Yunho, however, only nuzzles his face into your neck. “I thought you said you only had one spare shirt?” “I—” You start, but you aren’t entirely sure what to tell him. Either way, your train of thought is broken, and you lose all sense of whatever you were about to say, feeling his hands begin to run up your sides and to your arms, down the bare length. His fingers dance teasingly across your skin, a movement that barely has him touching you yet somehow ignites every nerve on your body, hairs raising in trails following his fingertips. You can feel Yunho smiling against your neck, well aware of how you’re reacting, hypersensitive to his touch. Suddenly, though, he grabs the shirt in your hold—your arms still partially through the sleeves—and pulls it up along your arms. He does so painfully slow, and with every inch the shirt comes closer to your shoulders and head, Yunho steps away a little bit. With every step he takes, he places a kiss against your bare skin, starting just below your neck. His soft, plush lips against your skin leave a fire burning in the pit of your stomach. Finally, he pulls away, slipping the shirt over your head and allowing it to fall over your frame. When he steps away, he blinks. “Wait…” You try to bite back an amused smile as Yunho glances back and forth between the shirts you’re wearing. The same colors, with the same cartoon pattern gracing the front with a heart. He stares for a very long time, before a fit of laughter overtakes him. “Couple shirts?!” He manages out, between his laughs, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You laugh as he squeezes a little too hard, knocking you clean of breath again. “Do you like them?” “I love them!” Yunho’s laughter has died down, his voice still full of energy, and he leans down to kiss you. It’s a sloppy kiss, him smiling against your lips—unlike the teasing just seconds ago, this is full of love and affection. It’s crazy to you how he can swap between the two so easily. “But I love you, more, Y/N.” And he kisses you again, hugging you closer to him as he does so. “Sorry about the cake, by the way.” “Who cares about the cake, really? You taste better, anyway.” Yunho leans back a fraction, quirking a brow. His genuine smile has warped into a smirk. “And just what kind of birthday present was it that you actually had in mind?” The expression on his face, and the teasing hint in his voice causes you to erupt into laughter, shaking your head and allowing it to fall against his chest. “God, you’re ridiculous!” Yunho grins to himself, resting his chin atop your head. You were the best birthday present he could have ever asked for.

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The Esteemed Guest Switch

Now that reveals happened and I’m leeching a wifi signal for a few minutes... time to crosspost this! Written for Polyswap 2019! Also available on my AO3 under the same name.

Ship: Rose/Dirk/Dave in all configurations.

This fic is VERY NSFW.

tags: Praise Kink, Pegging, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Dom/sub, Polyamory, Threesome - F/M/M, Light Mommy Kink, Scratching, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Rope Bondage, Power Play, Trust, Rough Kissing, Alternate Universe - No Sburb Session, Established Relationship, Incest, Spitroasting, Breathplay, Femdom

While all three are in love, normally Rose and Dirk share Dave and keep interactions between themselves on more even ground. Both Strider and LaLonde love to be in charge and the idea of yielding isn't one that's come up between them thanks to Dave being the happiest sub in the world between their combined affections. Yet is it possible that Dirk could like more than he knows? Perhaps he and Dave aren't so different after all, at least with Rose calling the shots.

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Separately was how Dave was used to dealing with Rose and Dirk romantically. They were each a larger than life personality, and each wanted a certain amount of control that he was more than happy to give, especially behind closed doors where each of them wanted his undivided attention and focus. It hadn’t taken long for them to agree on the setup of spending plenty of time together as a group but dividing up the romantic side. Dave had more than enough affection to give in a lot of directions and needed just as much attention back to feel fulfilled and happy, sometimes far more than a single person would be capable of giving especially if they were busy or distracted with other important things. Between their schedules and the tides of their own needs and wants, the schedules just sort of formed naturally between the three of them. Dave was a planet traveling in a circle between Dirk’s star and Rose’s silvery moon.

Maybe the fact that Rose and Dirk were so alike was what helped the trio function so well, one person leaving just as the next came over wanting someone to lay on and cuddle while they had their hair played with. Even in the bedroom they exuded similar methods, albeit with very different energies guiding their actions. They each had a firm hand and high expectations of him, each had similar desires though not always in a conventional sense. Rose was usually a solid presence who alternated between sweet and tender and putting Dave through his paces before giving a reward that tended to veer towards being allowed to eat her out or to actually fuck her, or getting to pick what she would be pegging him senseless with. Dirk was a little harder to nail down. The methods were there, but the energy was different. He couldn’t seem to make up his mind on what he wanted out of some of their encounters from the feel of the directions. The stern hand softened in the heat of the moment, and many times he wound up putting Dave through his paces as a service top or with any other number of rewards. The treats were easier to obtain: Dirk was never as rough as Rose was.

Dave, being Dave, couldn’t help but bring it up by accident when they were all sprawled out on the sofa together half paying attention to a terrible movie that nobody had enough opinion about to summon the energy of pulling out the remote to click away from. He lay sprawled across both their laps like an overgrown cat, head on Rose’s thighs and legs resting over Dirk’s legs so one gloved hand rested leisurely on the curve of his hip and ass. A yarn ball gently twitched against the small of his back as Rose clacked her knitting needles steadily, eyes trained on the screen and fingers moving without much more than a second thought to where she was on the line numerically. It was too easy to fuck something this calm up, especially for someone with as much raw chaotic energy as Dave. One second he’d been chattering about the villain being a dumbass, then he’d made Top Energy joke, then a dom joke, and then just to fully stuff his foot into his mouth he just had to look back at Rose specifically to ask her if it was familiar.

Not both of them.

Not Dirk.

Rose first and foremost. Rose alone.

“Excuse me?” said Dirk, leaning forward and resting his folded arms on Dave’s legs with enough pressure to indicate it was meant to be a pinning maneuver, tipping his head to show that he was trying to meet his eye behind the dual layers of shades. Oh, no, there was no escaping from him now. “Think my name got dropped by accident back there, Dave.”

“You may need to get your ears checked, Dirk, he wasn’t talking about you at all,” Rose offered with a helpful smirk, setting the knitting project to the back of the sofa safely before using both hands to stroke at Dave’s upper back and hair affectionately. “Dave was talking about tops and doms, an aficionado would be best to ask for verification.”

Dave felt heat rising on his face and a chill run down his back at the tone of her voice. Dirk had bristled almost immediately, although it’d be hard for anyone to tell just from looking at him. He’d twitched briefly, tensed his jaw and relaxed it like a horse chewing at a bit while he contemplated just what angle to attack from. A challenge that blatant couldn’t be ignored, not from his own flesh and blood especially.

This could not stand.

“My ears are fine after all then. Though I wonder as to Dave’s taste and sense of refinement if he considers whatever you do to be the sign of a better dom.” His gloved hand slid to Dave’s thigh and kneaded like a steady massage, the squeeze possessive and the downward press continuing to cement the idea that Dave was meant to stay where he was. It was familiar, the same heavier touch that would grasp his ass and hoist him up into position against a wall or pin him down on a mattress. It felt rougher now, purposeful without the tinge of lust that usually accompanied it, and entirely directed at Rose despite not being placed upon her body.

“Whatever I do..?” she asked. Perfectly applied lipstick only served to accentuate the tug upwards at the edges of her mouth, lips full and pretty and absolutely petty in the moment. A cat with the biggest bowl of cream all for herself. They were playing hard ball already, and since Dirk was the opponent in the play fight Rose knew not to hold a single punch. Going for the throat was what would make it most fun. “Why Dirk, I guess it makes sense you wouldn’t understand what I do. A bottom desperately playing the part of a top can only do so much. After all, it’s all a front on your end isn’t it?”

The room was silent enough that Dave was concerned that his family could hear his thoughts, or at least the pitch at which he was screaming them in his head. A long, unending stream of “ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ” between his ears that neither rose nor fell, nor was affected by breath or the lack thereof. Jesus fucking tapdancing Christ this was why he never brought up bedroom bullshit when they were all in the same room. Well. Not entirely why. Mostly he never brought it up because aside from both already enjoying their power trips, they were both competitive to a fault and he didn’t want to deal with being stuck in the middle of their bullshit. It was so much easier for Dave to just be the happy sponge and savor the private time in each direction to the fullest rather than let the two of them puff up and posture at each other.

There was love there, so much love, but it definitely had a mean streak to it. Honestly if they could just make out or fuck each other and get over it already it’d be for the better in Dave’s eyes. Cut through building tension in the quickest way possible, get to the core of the issue, and wake up on the other side in a tangled heap with a clearer head. Sometimes you just needed to fuck it out. However the same problem would no doubt arise, because of fucking course it would: who would top. Who would lead. Two doms enter a room, one walks out, and Dave already knew in his heart it’d be Rose doing the walking.

At some point during his registering his internal monologue of toneless screams, both Dirk and Rose had begun staring at him, hoping for some kind of answer to a question he’d apparently missed. Fuck. Shit. Dave cleared his throat and curled himself a little tighter, knees lifting towards his stomach and gaze stubbornly shifting to the television screen once more.

“Come again? Sorry, I wasn’t listenin’.”

“Obviously,” Dirk said. “I don’t blame you though, most of it was bullshit.”

“Spoken like a true bottom,” Rose crooned at him wickedly, savoring how he was actually frowning at her now instead of keeping a perfect poker face. He was showing the faintest of cracks, giving her directions on precisely how to tease him in ways that affected him, and Dave could already read the writing on the wall. He felt a cool hand slip beneath his shirt and stroke along the side of his ribs before reaching up towards his throat, clasping and applying just enough pressure to make him go entirely still for her out of habit. Dave felt his pulse grow hot against the expanse of her fingertips. “We were asking for your opinion on each of us, given your predisposition. If Dirk and I can’t agree about our roles, we can at least all agree with yours. You respond so well to both of us... But do you have a preference?”

“Oh, fuck no, you are not pinnin’ that kinda pressure on me. If ya’ll wanna have beef with each other you can have as much Grade A premium as you want without draggin’ me into the thick of it,” Dave insisted as he decided to make a break for it, hands upon him or not. He shifted his weight and rolled off of his lovers legs like a log, thumping on the floor unevenly once Rose retracted her hand and scooting backwards on his ass to gain a bit of distance. The terrible movie droned on behind his head till he turned to click the damn thing off, wanting to be able to hear himself think more than he wanted to hear a half assed villain monologuing.

“Easy, easy, we weren’t going to put you on the spot that seriously,” Dirk insisted as he stood up, dusting at his pants and the bottom edge of his shirt out of habit. Rose stood up at the same time and moved her knitting from the back of the couch to the side of it on the floor to keep it out of potential harm’s way. No sense in losing stitches after all. “It was more of a casual question.”

“Man if you’re so curious what each other’s like in bed why not just do the routine?” Dave asked, bumping his fists together with a frustrated frown for emphasis. “Like. I can vouch if you really want me to, ya’ll are both fantastic. You’re just..”

“Just what?” Dirk pressed.

“..Different,” he explained. “Like. I can eat the same meal with the same recipe from two different places and it’ll be familiar but still different ‘cause it’s made by different people? Sometimes there’s extra touches and stuff thrown in on top of the familiar but that ain’t the point. My view’s gonna be pretty predictable and won’t make much of a difference ‘cause I ain’t choosin’ between you two even if you fuckin’ paid me to. Why not just cut out the middleman and just experience it.”

Rose pursed her lips as if seriously considering the option, but Dirk seemed frustrated all over again.

“That’ll defeat the entire point, Dave. You’re the one with experience of the both of us, if we dove in and did the top swap bullshit it’d prove nothing.”

“You sound pretty sure of yourself,” Rose said suddenly. “Why not just do it then? I mean, what is there to lose? I love you and Dave equally, and I’d like to show you what I mean. It’d be an experience and then we’d be able to swap and see if there’s any other preferences. Perhaps even just pick up extra tricks we each could use. Think... sexy business meeting with our experienced sub and guest switch.”

Dave flicked his gaze between Rose and Dirk several times, but he already knew what was happening without needing to see. She was so calm, so certain, prepared with logic and explanations aplenty even as Dirk was prepared to cross them with twenty more. They were staring each other down then, Rose smiling softly and Dirk stiff as a board with arguments on his lips unable to come out, playing a game of chess without needing to make a single movement. If he backed down or tried to insist she go first there were ways to argue it that would either circle back around or which would be logically sound and stand there only to make him sound like a bitch if he backed down. Dirk had dug the beginning of his own grave with his love of debate and choosing to go against the offspring that could give as good as she gave.

The staredown finally ended as Dirk slowly exhaled and relaxed his posture, slipping his hands into his pockets to signal the dance had ended and he was relenting.

“Fine. Example sub with guest switch. Ladies first?”

“Oh, hardly,” Rose said as she closed the gap between them to press her fingertips against Dirk’s chest, smoothing the fabric upwards when she leaned closer to press her lips to his cheek. “I’d rather give you time to consider your counter examples. I’ve nothing to hide and I’m prepared, so I may as well take the riskier position since I brought the idea up in the first place. You know. So you could maybe stand a chance of impressing me, I mean.”

Dirk lifted his chin subtly, ignoring the faint ghost of shadow left behind from the black coating Rose’s lips that now graced his skin. He wasn’t used to being challenged like this, not directly. Not on this level. He flicked his eyes away from Rose’s to look at Dave as he slowly stood up off the floor and dusted at his thighs out of habit, standing by at the ready without even needing to be told.

...Fuck, maybe this was actually going to be more of a challenge than anticipated.

“Dave. Are you ready?” Rose asked as she pulled her hands free of Dirk’s body and turned open armed towards her brother, grin bright and cheerful as a Rose LaLonde smile could be. Dave, used to fucking a predator by this point in his life, nodded and moved to take his shirt off. “Ah ah. Nope. Not out here, I’m not interested in messing up the sofa or needing to pause to get supplies. My room instead. Shoo, both of you. And shades off once you get in there!”

Stretching without a care in the world, Dave left their cluster and sauntered off for Rose’s room with Dirk bringing up the rear once he realized Rose wasn’t going to be walking at the same pace at all. She’d headed to the kitchen instead to rummage around for something or other that was supposedly important for this example session and would presumably be turning up shortly after them both.

Rose’s room was painted a soft grayish lavender, more somber than pastel and well matched with the dark colored trappings and coverings she’d collected over the years. Her room was a mishmash of gothic aesthetics and geek chic with a pile of clean laundry adorning her floordrobe and a bra slung over her laptop which guarded several empty cans that ranged from coffee to energy drink to an orange soda she’d filched from Dirk days before and a few mugs that needed washing. The bed was made at least, and the floor more than clear enough to work with. Dave casually scooted a few stray things out of the floor just in case, kicking a few plushies and toeing shoes under the edge of her bed so the carpet was more inviting.

“This is so stupid.. Is she doing this on purpose?” Dirk asked.

“Doin’ what.”

“Half assing presentation,” Dirk said. “This just feels sloppy. I mean, the room isn’t even clean.”

“As if yours ever is.”

“...That’s not the point, it’d be spotless if it was for proving something.”

“Spite fuels you cleanin’ your shit up, huh?” Dave asked as he took a seat on Rose’s bed and flopped backwards. He took his shades off and folded them to tuck on the bedside table before lifting a brow at Dirk. “How much spite would it take to fill the dishwasher once in a while.”

“Dave.”

“Or vacuum or somethin’?”

“Dave.”

“If Rose shoves enough spite up your lubed ass will you suddenly go all ‘50s housewife with the pearls and the heels and the casserole dishes? I dunno man it could be a look, borrow some shit from Jane, get a manicure, stop bein’ a fuckin’ gremlin for ten whole seconds-”

“Is this just a game to you??”

“No and yeah.”

“You don’t get both, which is it.”

Dave sighed and pressed his hands to his face before slipping one off so he could pat the mattress beside himself as a signal for Dirk to sit down and join him.

“Look. I’m poking fun at you because you’re bein’ a dick about this. It’s sex. It’s supposed to be fun. If you go in fighting you’re gonna have a shit time and act like it’ll prove your point when really all it proves is you’re a bitch who can’t let people have nice things.” Dave frowned at him when Dirk opened his mouth to retort. “Hey. No. No, right off the bat. I’d be sayin’ this to Rose too if she was gonna turn up to your turn being a bitch too. Just give it a fair shot, okay? Fair as you’d want anyone to give you.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to do the puppy dog eyes when you’re trying to convince me to be a good little boy in this weird ass scenario, Dave. I wouldn’t even be doing this if not for you,” he said as he took off his shades, setting them by Dave’s with a sigh.

“Yeah?”

“Yep. I’m not expecting to be impressed. Rose is every bit myself as I’m her in some ways, so I’m expecting something I suppose, but one thing I’m sure is you were telling the truth before about enjoying yourself with both of us.” He smirked. “I’ll get to see you getting wrecked without having to lift a single finger.”

“Voyeurism. Lazy voyeurism.”

“Said as if you’re surprised. Dave, how well do you know me?” Dirk asked as he reached an arm out to catch Dave’s torso, tugging him closer for a squeeze.

Dave hummed, stone faced as he was hugged, apparently lost in thought. “Y’know I thought I knew you really well but I just realized I dunno how a cuck joke in its natural habitat’d fly with you, so I guess we’re good as strangers.”

Dirk snorted a soft laugh near his ear that made his chest warm, and it hit home just how they were positioned. Close together, holding on like climbing vines to one another on a soft topped bed with what promised to be great sex on the horizon. Dave held still for a moment, another heartbeat, a third, before lifting his chin up to kiss him square on the mouth. Their lips parted before rejoining a second time, but by the third it was growing hungrier. Dirk slipped his hand up beneath Dave’s shirt and shifted to roll him to his back as Dave slicked his fingers up into Dirk’s hair and tugged gently. They parted and came together in the heat of the moment several times more, unheeding of their feminine surroundings ‘til the room’s owner joined them in the room quietly to watch.

Rose smiled at the tangle of lanky limbs on her bed and quietly walked over to her desk to pull out the computer chair, spinning it so it faced the bed. A wine glass was settled on the closed laptop lid rather than risk making noise by disturbing any of the debris she kept putting off cleaning up, bra deposited on the floor out of the way. Sinking down into the chair she adjusted her grip on the chilled bottle she held and slipped a corkscrew into the stopper, gently swirling it down into the pithy cork till it was firmly stuck in place. Another turn of her wrist and the bottle was slipped easily against her side, steadying her grip with the arms of the corkscrew before giving it a hard yank to free the cork with a pop. The way the boys scrambled in surprise and sat up looking around like two teens whose parents just opened the front door an hour early was absolutely precious.

“Eager, huh? The way you were talking just a bit ago made me wonder how interested you really were in following through with this,” she said as she poured a bit of the soft pink liquid into the glass. The bottle was set beneath the desk where it wouldn’t potentially be overturned by mistake before she swirled her cup. “Dave, go tidy yourself up and get ready real quick. Dirk can go after you’re done.”

“All off or..?” Dave asked as he rested on his elbows, waiting for Dirk to crawl off of him the rest of the way before rising to his feet. The way he had to adjust his jeans to relieve the pressure was as attractive as the flush that had settled onto his cheeks.

“All off this time,” said Rose as she took a sip. “Thank you for asking. Run along now.”

Dirk steadily knee walked backwards till Dave could slip free, leaving him to sit on his feet in silence on the mattress once he and Rose were alone. No music. No sound but breathing and the occasional sounds from the bathroom as Dave did as he’d been told. Orange eyes glanced over to stare for a few moments, waiting for some kind of a clue, some sign he wasn’t picking up on. Rose gave him nothing but burning eyes beneath relaxed lids and the gentle curve of her lips.

“So. You’ve got this all planned?”

“Mhmm. I admit I thought you two might last a little longer before nearly fucking on my bed, but with how much tension there was in the air just before this it’s my own fault for not assuming you’d do just that.” She took another sip of her drink before humming. “Was it just a moment of passion, or were you subtly snubbing me by doing that before I could even begin?”

“Moment of passion brought on by a cuck joke,” he said with a straight face. The laugh he got in reply was a nice reminder that Rose was human, was still herself, was still playful underneath the flashes of dark flirting she’d done just earlier. “So. What are the ground rules here, for what’s going to happen.”

“Straight forward, the same rules I use for Dave. I expect you to follow them, including the rule about tapping out if you need to,” she said, gesturing with her free hand as she spoke. “Traffic signals work best with us so that’s what I think would be best to stick with. Familiar, clear cut. The safe word is Puppets.”

“....Puppets,” Dirk repeated. “Why the fuck is that the safe word.”

“Because unlike you, at least from what I can gather based on your surprise, Dave isn’t the type to be waxing poetic about plush puppet ass while getting hammered by something large enough to make English an even more difficult language to grasp.”

Dirk glowered like a wet cat and he felt the air spark between them again, acutely aware of the shifting pawn between them in play and just how much was weighing it down. There wasn’t much to really lose here. It wasn’t like a true gamble, they’d all be winning. It’d just be his pride that was bruised if Rose proved all the points he was becoming more and more certain she was wanting to not only prove but polish and place on the mantle for future generations to admire after it’d been cast in bronze.

LaLondes.

“Right,” he allowed. “What else, then. Give me the run down.”

“Once Dave gets back you’ll be going to do the same thing he’s doing right now. Clean out, clean up, leave the clothes behind. We’ll hop right into it once you get back and we’re on the same page as far as preparations go. Dave’s example sub, and you’ll be following suit: namely by following instructions. ...At least to start with.”

“How long do I need to follow instructions till the free will kicks in.”

“Oh there’ll be wiggle room, relax,” she said as she took another sip. “Would you like some of this now? Or after you’re naked. Dave’ll have some too. I’d hate for you to be the odd one out because of a miscommunication simple as ‘hey do you want some of this sweet booze I’ve got or nah’.”

“Do you normally drink when you do this?” Dirk asked, resting back on his hands to strike what he was fairly certain was a casual pose. “Considering how often we swap around that’d make for a lot more alcohol than I thought was ever in the house at the same time, or a lot of stealth liquor store runs.”

“Hah. No, I don’t normally drink before sex. This is more of a special occasion than anything,” she explained. The glass was mostly empty now. Rose took a breath before tipping her head back and finishing the last few sips worth, then sat the glass back atop her laptop. She didn’t refill it right away, instead crossing her legs and settling her hands almost primly in her lap as if waiting for another question to float her way.

Dirk watched the smooth lines of her legs intertwine, watched how her body curled to itself. It was a bit different than earlier when she was looking ready to eat him alive, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Was it the alcohol? No, she’d literally just drank it, there was no way it’d be affecting anything yet. It wasn’t enough to be hesitancy like fear. The uncertainty was almost enough to piss him off all over again, being given a rubix cube of bullshit when he was already dealing with the task at hand, but there wasn’t a chance to fret over it much. He heard the sound of the bathroom door clicking open down the hall and the creak of the floor as Dave made his way back.

Practiced, poised looking steps took effect as soon as Dave crossed the threshold of Rose’s room, chin lifted and shoulders back instead of the usual slouch he relaxed into. This was a fairly practiced routine, or at least a habit that had been encouraged enough that it was second nature. He didn’t go to sit on the bed with Dirk once more, though it was pretty clear Dirk wanted to get his hands back on him, especially now that the clothes were out of the way and the half hard bit of dick was just sitting there like a present in full view. Dave headed towards the desk and the chair Rose was settled in, slipped down to his knees in front of hers, and leaned forward to rest his head on her lap like the overgrown lap dog he was at heart. She rewarded him with a few gentle strokes at his hair and down his back before looking up at Dirk, fonder, softer. She always loved the beginning, especially when Dave remembered things without even needing to be reminded.

He worked so hard to do things right and to make her happy, to impress her. How could she not love that? Love him?

“Your turn, Dirk. Same as we discussed,” she said before looking back down towards Dave, smile remaining soft as he tipped his head to chase the pressure of her fingers and nails so she’d keep stroking and scratching and petting in the best feeling spots. “We’ll be right here waiting for you to get back.”

Dirk felt a little better for having seen that tenderness. Rose was gorgeous when she was all thorns and wit coming for his throat, but the gentler side was mesmerizing. The realization that there was a higher than zero percent chance that he’d wind up with her softly cooing and stroking at his hair same as she was to Dave right now made something flip in his stomach that, frankly, needed to fuck off. This wasn’t how bets were won and points were made. There was always time for being coddled and rewarded and praised in the future, when his pride wasn’t on the line. Fuck being a good little boy. He needed to be a good little switch, no matter how brief of a time he was meant to be one to prove this point.

Tidying himself up was simple and straightforward once he reached the bathroom, no stranger to this kind of prep before play. Leaving behind the clothes to do the walk of shame to the bedroom instead of being able to saunter in with a plan in mind and the full attention of a really attractive man on his bed was a hell of a change though. He spent more than a little time looking into the mirror and fussing with hair that didn’t need fussing with, blowing time before finally giving in to fate and heading back to the hallway. Well. At least he’d gone flacci-

...Traitor.

Fucking traitor of a dick.

Of all the times to beg to be flaccid, why did it have to be now that he was pretty sure he was rolling from a halfie into an erection that would let him fuck a building. Maybe nobody’d point it out if he didn’t, give him the benefit of that.

“I was starting to wonder if you’d chickened out,” Rose said the second he’d entered the room, making him stop and slouch before he caught himself. “Or gotten lost at least. Is that for both of us or just me?” she asked as she gestured for him to come over as well. Dave scooted an inch or two to the side before returning his head lazily to where it had been before to avoid missing a thing.

“Both I guess. Take it as proof of my investment in this situation as opposed to any hint of me trying to sabotage anything,” Dirk said as he knelt down beside Dave and warily rested his chin on Rose’s lap.

She wasted no time in laying a hand on him, gently stroking his hair back several times before applying more pressure with her fingertips at pressure points alongside his jaw and temple. It was like a one handed massage ranging from his head to his neck, and the longer it lasted the more Dirk was understanding why Dave seemed so happy to drop down and get his own. Every stroke was accompanied with soft murmuring in Rose’s warm voice. Gentle. Loving. Familiar but maternal in a way Dirk was unfamiliar with. Though tense at first there was no way to resist for long, not with Rose’s soothing movements and the warmth of Dave’s bare flesh against his side and his breath near his cheek.

The soporific effects of a good petting were nearly enough to lul Dirk to a doze despite sitting seiza, leaving him to languidly lift his head when soft fingers beneath his chin lifted upwards. Rose smiled at both of them and nodded.

“Good. You’re both doing amazing.. Are you ready to really start?”

Dave hummed and stretched in place before nodding, eyes half closed. Dirk just watched her quietly, wondering how things would proceed. This was already extremely different from how he did things. ...If this was the intro, what was the aftercare like? Would they go hard enough to need aftercare? No, that was a stupid question, aftercare was important and he knew Rose was more than qualified to know something that basic.

“Great. Dave, go get on the foot of the bed for me. Dirk, stand to the side and keep your hands to yourself,” she said in a sterner voice than the soft murmurings of moments before. When both had risen to do her bidding, Rose stood and rummaged beneath her bed for a flat storage box and slid the lid off. Along essential tools like lube and some massage oil rested handcuffs and a fairly new looking gag, a few lengths of silky black rope in neatly coiled loops, a well maintained strapon rig and several covered sizes and shapes of toys that would attach and several that would not. Dirk eyed the box closely for a moment before deciding the more interesting feature in the room was Dave settled on the bed spread with his gangly legs parted and a cocky grin on his face the second he caught him staring, a hand snaking down to grasp his dick and give it a playful jiggle.

“Hands off yourself, Dave,” Rose said without even looking up. Her tone was sharp, stern, not to be argued with as she picked up one of the lengths of rope and settled a second one like an overly large bracelet on her wrist. Instantly Dave pulled his hand back and sighed.

“Yes’m.”

Rope in hand, Rose rounded on Dirk and lifted the first loop in display as she unfurled the end of it, wanting him to be aware of what was coming his direction. “Turn around and cross your wrists. You’ll be that way for a while, so pick a comfortable position. Traffic lights like we said before. If it’s really intense red suddenly and you need out immediately, I’ve got scissors.”

No sooner had Dirk sighed and turned around, Rose had begun to slide the rope around his wrists and criss crossed up his arms. The silky cord slipped over the front of his throat before easing back down like a spiders web to cross his upper arms and chest. He hated to admit it, but her interlacing knot work was intricate and functionally attractive on top of being quickly applied. How often was Dave tied up for her to be this quick with it? He bent occasionally without needing to be asked so she could reach easier, straightening at the right times to ensure the ropes weren’t tight at an improper angle.

“They feel a lil loose,” Dirk said when she’d begun unlooping and feeding in the second cord set, wiggling his arms for emphasis. “Not like it’ll fall off but.. I mean, if you want me to just keep my arms still it’ll work just fine. Could stand to be tighter and be plenty comfortable.”

“I didn’t ask your opinion on my work, but it’s good to know you’re comfortable. Planning on fighting me?” she asked playfully as she tied a few knots, playing over the lacing along his back and sides. “Get on your knees.”

Another twitch of his dick kept the early erection from flagging, though Dirk wasn’t sure if it was from the tone of Rose’s voice or the way Dave was biting his lip while staring at him. Dirk sank down to his knees on the carpet, tantalizingly close to Dave’s parted legs as it was before he felt something shift behind him. Rose pressed her foot squarely in the center of Dirk’s back and pulled the rope sharply, forcing him forward against Dave’s cock as the intertwined ropes cinched more firmly in place. He grunted and wiggled his fingers before testing the rest of his arms. No luck, he was stuck tight but fairly comfortably in place.

“Hands gonna go numb?” she asked. “I can loosen if it’s too tight.”

Dirk grunted and lifted his head up, though Dave didn’t budge an inch, practically glued in place once a soft cheek was against his junk. It was a good look for Dirk, tied up and in prime position to get his mouth busy at the barest word. He turned his head unprompted to nuzzle Dave’s length while he was there, loving being the cause of the twitch in his muscles and the shaky inhale of breath. Same as he would when spending a night with him. Christ he was responsive, already keyed up and ready to go, eager as—

Slim fingers threaded into his hair and tugged to force his head back far enough to look clearly into the soft purple of Rose’s eyes set deep in the crisp black eyeliner. She tucked a strand of hair behind her own ear before doing the same motion to Dirk’s bangs, fingers stroking along the flesh of his jaw and throat afterwards in a clearly possessive gesture that was the same maternal petting from earlier with the horny switch cranked to high. He caught himself wanting… more. He wanted her to dig her fingernails into his throat, wanted her to look at him with those same calculating eyes and step on him. It was a peculiar sensation considering normally those thoughts only crept into his mind further along in the heat of the moment with a partner.

“I’d like an answer, Dirk. Are the ropes too tight. We can’t really go ahead with anything if you’re keeping secrets from me so early.. I might need to just make you watch instead,” she said, giving a harder yank to his hair when he started to frown at her. “I’ll give you a few more chances to be a good boy for me.”

“Yeah, they’re fine. Sorry,” Dirk said before the apology really registered. Rose grinned impishly and leaned down further, keeping his head firmly in place before kissing him. He could feel the soft squidge of lipstick, and knew that no doubt he was wearing another ghost on his mouth. The warmth of her tongue probed at his lips briefly before she pulled away and licked her lips appreciatively.

“Good. We’re back on the right track then,” she said as she released him and headed back to the desk. Rose pulled the bottle up from the ground and poured another glass of the pink wine before replacing it down out of kick range. Before taking her seat again she removed her top, revealing the black lace that covered each breast when she turned around proper once more and crossed her legs in front of herself. “You were on the right track before that interruption. I want you to get Dave plenty warmed up. Don’t get him off, but get him close. No hands obviously... There’s a nice reward for doing well.”

Lifting a brow Dirk glanced over to Dave who had briefly closed his knees before looking back to Rose. She took a small sip of the wine and smiled, keeping the glass in hand before giving a cheers gesture.

Well. No time like the present then. Giving as much of a shrug as he could while trussed up like a feisty piece of wild game, Dirk shuffled on his knees to line up again. Dave was a familiar taste on his tongue, a welcome string of an increasingly staccato heartbeat between his lips, soft skin and salt and the faintest smell of that weird body wash he used that reeked like overly sweet apple candy took a dip in some Red Hots. It was almost sweet on the back of his tongue as he sank down low, taking as much as he could, brushing pubes with his nose before pulling back to get some kind of a rhythm going.

His plan was a simple but efficient one: go in fast and hard, then pull away and tease him half to death before diving back on him again. Barring any interruptions from Rose he should be an absolute fucking mess in short enough order. It may not be his turn to lead the show but this was a thing he’d done plenty of times in the past. Making Dave squirm was a favored past time in this house and he was honored that Rose had the foresight to let him keep this piece of it.

Dirk was messy as he bobbed in place, saliva slicking along the surface of Dave’s cock as he rose and fell, making it all the easier for him to get real suction once he started to suckle. He heard a moan and felt another shudder, knees tensing at his shoulders and the ache of his own dick firmly rising to attention. Plenty of stimuli to let Dirk’s mind slip into a relaxed haze of hormones when it was tangled in with the reminder that they weren’t alone. The inability to reach up and fondle his balls or stroke Dave’s thigh was frustrating, as was fighting the angle of his dick a few times when suction broke or he wanted to lower down and taste him from another side, getting whapped on the nose with wet cock more than once. They were small stumbling blocks but far from enough to deter him from giving this his all.

The softest squeak came from the chair as Rose moved behind him, but he couldn’t bother focusing on her at all, not when he was this invested in making Dave shiver. He wanted a moan, really. As many as he could get. The louder he could make Dave react the better he knew he was doing and the more invested Dave was since he wasn’t filtering noise by then. Another shuffle of cloth from out of sight, and Rose was suddenly making the bed dip as she sat at Dave’s side, only her underthings remaining on and in place now.

Though he strained his ears to listen, Dirk couldn’t make out whatever was being whispered into Dave’s ear aside from it being several sentences that made him finally moan again and start to softly pant. Rose stroked at the flat expanse of Dave’s chest while she talked him through something before again giving the possessive gesture over his throat to tip his head back. When she offered the wine he drank, steady sips till the glass was nearly half gone and she was pulling it back again. When she spoke again it was loud enough for Dirk to hear as well.

“I need to video you sometime, Dave. Both of you. You’d need to see this to appreciate it properly. You have this flush on you and you keep biting your lips and squirming every time his head goes down. Dirk,” she said with a grin, as she gently turned her body to face him more directly, ”you’re as good with a dick in your mouth as I knew you’d be... it’s quite fetching.”

A leg unfurled from where it was resting with the other as she guided a bare foot towards his groin, pressing the ball of it flat against his shaft till it pressed firm against his stomach. The temperature difference alone almost made Dirk moan, but she didn’t let that fully sink in before starting to gently move in a rubbing gesture. It was pressure but not enough to be effective. It was a tease, and a damn good one considering any time Dirk opened his eyes to look up towards Dave, Rose was there in his view instead. Watching. Waiting. Judging his every reaction.

Rose pressed down harder then, hard enough to hurt and make Dirk flinch and pull off Dave’s cock with a wet popping sound.

“ Shit , knock it off.”

She remained firmly in place and smiled, unimpressed.

“Red? Yellow?”

“ Green ,” he insisted with a grumble, diving back down onto Dave’s dick with renewed gusto as Rose started to move her leg up and down with the same intense pressing. It was a blend of painful and pleasurable, just enough to keep him on edge before she was gently easing off.

“So stubborn. Well, if it’s too much I’ll stop once you say the word, but I admit I’m glad we’re continuing. Tapping out so early would skip the most fun parts and I’d not be able to keep looking at your eyes this clearly.”

The second the discomfort stopped and he’d relaxed, Rose pressed her foot down firmly once more, grin turning to a smirk when Dirk flinched hard again. It wasn’t as if she’d stomped on him, but it was hard and sudden enough that he—

He moaned.

Christ a moan slipped out and Rose looked absolutely wicked as she held her pose, still as a statue before raising her leg higher to press against his chest, forcing Dirk off of where he’d been so intently suckling. To his surprise she came forward with the wine glass and offered him the remaining half.

“So well behaved,” she cooed as she tipped the glass, sweet wine slipping into his mouth with just enough of an alcoholic burn to clear the savory taste from his mouth.

Dave looked fit to burst already, fingers fisting in the sheets as he squirmed on his own time. No hands. No touching. He needed to wait and be patient but Jesus fucking Christ was it hard considering there was a guy he was severely attracted to that he wanted to jump on in one position or another at his feet and a woman he couldn’t stop gawking at in underwear that hugged her curves like a coastline pressing against him. He was too bi for this. Way. Way too bi for this. It wasn’t fucking fair .

Rose retreated from the bed when the wine was drained, setting the glass atop her closed laptop once more before selecting another needed item. The familiar shape of a lube container, albeit a different brand than Dirk usually preferred, graced Rose’s hands when he could next see them.

“Time to switch things up a bit. Dirk, I’m sure your knees could use a break. Come up here where Dave is and lay back,” she instructed. Dave shuffled to give up his position, before going to help brace Dirk as he rose as gracefully as someone this burdened by a boner could stand while bound with ropes. Which is to say as gracefully as a tranquilized cow till he caught his center of balance on his own past a certain height with Dave’s assistance. She was right, it was nice to get off his knees and restore circulation to his feet that he hadn’t quite been aware was slipping away by the minute while he worked Dave over. Even better was to stretch his back out on the soft mattress, carefully folding his hands instead of clenching into fists, taking a steady breath in and exhaling. A fingertip pressed at the underside of his dick, gently bobbling it in place till he glanced down as far as he could.

“Dave. Straddle his middle and get to work on this for me, mm? Hips up so I can work,” she said with a smile. “Try to think ahead to what you’d like from the box afterwards.”

Dave eyed the lube in her hand for about a half second before he was on Dirk’s waist, nearly a blur from how little convincing he needed. He braced himself on one bent arm before leaning down to take Dirk into his mouth, bumping the back of his own throat a few times before easing into it. His hips remained up as Rose instructed, dick remaining downwards to leave a cooling trail of precome in its wake from where the head briefly touched Dirk’s abdomen.

Forget trying to be quiet, after the earlier teasing and the waiting, suddenly having eager warmth on him was more than welcome. Dirk dropped his head back and groaned low and heady, brows furrowing. He only opened his eyes again when the bed gave another well timed dip, Rose settling on her knees beside his head to fiddle with the lube. It seemed to be a new container judging from how she uncapped it and tore off the small amount of guard plastic over the opening with the tips of those sharp nails that Dirk wanted back on his neck again. When the cap was snapped back in place she reached an empty hand out to stroke the side of Dave’s hip.

“You know, I’d originally intended for you to do this part of the job for me with your mouth, or at least the majority of it,” she said. The stroke turned rough, nails turning to leave a trail of stinging red behind, making Dave’s muscles tense and his muffled whine to appear over the sounds of soft wet slurps. “I don’t think you’d have minded. He’s quite a treat when he’s like this. I’m sure you know already, of course.. Can bend him to whatever whims you have and he folds like paper best he can.”

The scratch ended near the middle of the back edge of Dave’s thigh before Rose stroked the roughed up line with the back of her knuckles. An unexpected pang of jealousy shot through Dirk as he watched those red welts appear.

“I love him for how hard he works to make me happy. ...You though. You still need to impress me.”

“What do you want to prove with this. If I’m bad at it, it just proves I’m not cut out to be a bottom. Like I said,” Dirk challenged.

Rose pursed her lips as if frustrated he were missing an unstated point, then shook her head.

“I don’t think that’s quite right. I’m not asking for you to be a god of sex, Dirk. I’m asking the same of you as I ask of Dave: compliance. The attempt. If you try your best and give your all, if you’re good for me, it shines through. If you half ass something or try to be spiteful, it shows through as well.”

She stroked beneath his chin then before drawing her hand back down and trailing upwards again, dragging the edge of her fingernail up over his collarbone, up over his Adam’s apple, stopping right at the tip of his chin.

“I like honesty too.. I want everyone happy as I make Dave,” she said. “If someone’s working hard to make me happy, then it’s my job to make sure they get satisfied as well. This is a two way street, remember?”

“You’re preaching t-ahh… To the choir, Rose. I know all this already, this is normally my job remember?”

Rose’s eyes narrowed just enough to make him question if they’d changed at all. The predator look was back with her smile, and when presented in tandem with Dave’s continued eager actions over his dick it was getting harder and harder to not respond just how she wanted to keep things happening.

“Alright then. When you feel like talking later you can tell me everything,” she said. “No doubt you’ll be eager to talk again by the time you’re done.”

“Done with what, just last? I can’t do much like…” Dirk trailed off as Rose sank back and hooked her thumbs into the edges of her panties, working them down and off before slinging a leg over Dirk’s face. She peered down at him and winked.

“I’ve got some work to do now, but keep that thought in mind for later,” she urged as she scooted further down his face to line herself up. “Eat up for now. If you do well you’ll be getting what Dave gets afterward. I’d hate for you to wind up unsatisfied.”

So that’s how she was going to be. She had to know. She knew and was doing this on purpose, stringing him along while knowing precisely what he wanted and choosing to ignore it. ...Or. Or she didn’t know? Which was it? Rose said she was going to prove she was the better dom somehow, but so far she was just proving how frustrating she could be. So be it then. Grunting, Dirk strained upwards a fraction to reach her easier, tracing his tongue along her clit a few times to tease and adjust to the new task.

Eating pussy was fundamentally different from sucking a dick, especially at this angle. Rose did something that made Dave hum and breathe heavier around his cock again, knees shaking where they were pressed at his sides, making Dirk wish he could see more than Rose’s ass above him. She had to be opening him up, there’s nothing else she could be doing, prep work wasn’t anything mysterious or new when dicks had been mentioned and an ass was going to take something. However for some reason being unable to see yet being able to feel the progress, while being expected to keep his tongue and lips moving over Rose’s lower lips was a true test. Two bodies, two people he cared for, loved even, were resting atop him as if in their own world despite the distinct connection between the three of them. They were a mechanically functional ourboros of sex, and Dirk couldn’t give two shits that his shoulders felt like they were cramping a bit.

Experimentally Dirk probed hard with his tongue before finding a good spot to suckle at, repeating the sucking the same as he had to Dave’s dick earlier over her clit, focusing with his tongue and lips as if he were drinking a thick milkshake through a boba straw. Rose tensed over him and rocked her hips, grinding against his face, forcing the back of his head down into the mattress. He had to time his breathing to avoid feeling claustrophobic beneath the warm mass of ass and thigh, but this was doable, especially once he started to get reactions like that out of her. Any reaction was good, but the ones he could feel twice as much were appealing; every time he made Rose feel good she seemed to get more intense with prepping Dave, who in turn went to town on his cock as if it were a quickly melting ice cream cone in the center of a heat wave.

“Three fingers already? You’re such a slut,” Dirk heard through the thigh earmuffs he was wearing, and with it came the sharper sound of a hard slap. Dave flinched and jammed himself down so far on his cock that Dirk saw stars and stopped licking to gasp, though the reprieve was limited as Rose ground down on him again to make him re-start. “Three fingers for Dave and a reprimand for my previously well behaved chair if he doesn’t finish his dinner. Wow, I think you’d be able to take Asmodeus quite easily this time...”

Asmodeus?

Jesus fucking Christ, did Rose name her dicks?

Another sharp slap sound, another moment of Dave swallowing around his dick, and Dirk could only think one thing in the haze of trying not to come too soon: a reprimand. That was intriguing. Would she even follow through on that threat? She didn’t seem unwilling to raise her hand now and then, and from the noise it had been strong enough to potentially leave some marks wherever the strike had connected with Dave’s body. Would he get any of that? Or was she not that type of dom.

Wait, why the fuck was he wondering that. Even if she was, who cared? Why did he give two shits? He was just following Dave’s lead so she could prove her point and then he could prove his point in the near future as a love letter to just how incorrect she was about him.

...Though. It would be a bit of a waste to not experience everything Rose had to offer in such circumstances. Before he could reconsider the nagging sense of curiosity, Dirk probed as efficiently as he could and went still once more. He felt the nudge, the rutting against his nose and mouth, but the hopeful response of being threatened didn’t happen. Instead Rose suddenly lifted off his face and to the side, giving Dirk a deep breath of fresh air for the first time in a while. It felt cold on his face and down his throat, and the light of the room felt too bright.

“Good, I’m glad you’re okay,” Rose said as she watched him. Her clean hand touched his face gently as it had before, stroking down his cheek and jaw. It was startling just how much it relaxed him, how soothed and comforted he felt. This was okay. This was nice, actually. He actually closed his eyes while she pet and stroked at his face, leaning subtly into her touch. “Do you have anything else to tell me before we move on?” she asked softly. “Dave’s pretty wound up now and I hate to keep him waiting for too long.”

“Can I go ahead and pick one out?” Dave asked on cue, needing to keep his mind on absolutely anything but reaching down to rub one out. He could be patient. He could wait. But when he didn’t absolutely have to wait, when he could be a little whiny and get away with it? Why not take advantage of that. Rose only let him do it when she felt like letting him do it, and when she didn’t feel like it he still won anyway when being punished.

Always winning made for a prettying freeing experience with Rose. It was easy to win with Dirk as well, but the feeling was just so different. Rose alternated the softness with the intensity purposefully, interweaving them as she pleased. Dirk aimed for hard and faltered, softening at occasionally crucial moments. Were it anyone but him would he do that? Or was this softness a Dave specific reaction for Dirk?

“Yes, pick whichever one you want,” Rose said without looking up as Dave slid off the bed excited as a kid at Christmas to rifle through the options. “You’re picking for Dirk as well, so keep that in mind. Don’t challenge him too hard, I don’t feel like doing swaps between the two of you, I’d rather just stick with one. You’re the example today but you’re also really used to thi—.”

“I’m not a fucking baby, Rose, it’s not like I’m a stranger to this kinda thing,” he interjected sharply enough that she slowed her hand to a halt and retracted it. Well shit, cuddle time over then. “Pick whichever you like best Dave. I can handle it.”

Those purple eyes watched him, unblinking, studying him close enough that Dirk felt like they were probing into the side of his face. It was hard to blink, to look away. If he didn’t make eye contact in too long was he hiding? Was she waiting for a question? No, she was waiting for an answer to a question she’d asked twice now. What did he want?

What did he want?

Could she give him what he wanted, did he even know what he wanted?

There’d been enough curve balls so far that it was confusing him and his own end goals. He’d be impressed if it wasn’t entirely frustrating. Maybe once they reached the climax of this entire affair it would feel more worthwhile.

Dave rummaged and rustled till he whipped out a black bag with a white cord and slid it open to reveal the well made silicone toy it contained. ...Okay, maybe that was a little intimidating. He’d need some prep for sure if he was supposed to take it as well, but it wouldn’t be impossible, he’d taken larger before. The gentle curve cast in a deep gray was appealing and the way Rose grasped it with practiced ease was even more appealing, slipping it into place on the harness.

“How are your arms,” she asked, pulling Dirk out of his head as she worked, Dave heeled at her side to kiss along her thigh and occasionally bite with gentle presses of those teeth he loved so much.

“Kind of sore from laying on them,” he said. “Not numb of severe pain but.. Discomfort.”

“Would you like up? Or untied?”

“I can handle being tied longer,” Dirk insisted, not wanting to show weakness. Rose eyed him immediately to call his bluff, and he could tell she was trying to decide if this was a time to override his insistence that all was well or to roll with what he said. Apparently she rolled with it because she kept quiet as he continued to talk. “But I’d like up, yeah.”

“Dave? Go ahead and play with Dirk for a second while I get this ready. You already know how to make him happy, have some free range while he gets upright,” she said with a wave of her hand before focusing on the harness and toy as if the mostly attached unit needed far more work than it appeared. This was an engineering issue. Did she want it in tandem with another toy? Something to rub against her clit or vibrate? Did she want to buzz Dave and Dirk while fucking them? She intended to fuck both of them, not just the one.

Warm, familiar lips covered Dirk’s own within a few seconds as Dave bounced up atop him from the floor, holding either side of his face still to kiss him deeply, wet, open mouthed kisses that blended together and blurred their edges. Dirk could taste traces of himself on Dave’s tongue, and he knew for damn certain Dave could taste Rose. Somehow that just made it all the more delicious as they started to rock their bodies together, caught in the moment and bit of fencing till they heard Rose clear her throat.

Ah, fuck. Right. His hands. That was what they were meant to be doing, getting pressure off of his hands and stopping the sense of trapped blood in his arms that had just begun. Dave pulled himself up and off just enough to scoot further back on Dirk’s legs before tugging him upwards by the ropes for another kiss as he settled on his lap. No complaints from Rose meant more heady kisses, more of Dave’s fingers in his hair and his teeth at his neck, more pressing their chests together like they wanted to crawl into each other’s skin somehow rather than be potentially pulled apart again. Every time Dave’s cock brushed his own it felt like lightning in his veins, and the sense of whiplash only grew ever stronger when he noticed Rose was pulling the harness on and into place to add the healthy sized appendage to herself firmly as she could. He saw a patch on her inner thigh catch a flash of light and couldn’t be bothered to feel a sense of smugness.

Of course she was turned on. Everyone in this room was hot and bothered, but you wouldn’t know it from her features. She looked serene and unaffected safe for a telltale flush to her features and the wet spot that would no doubt get more noticeable once she put that dick to good use. Dave turned in his lap to eye her with interest, and it made Dirk’s heart ache that he clung tight to keep kissing him for longer instead of immediately dancing off of him at the promise of getting wrecked.

The flavors had blended enough on their lips that it stopped being noticeable, started to become an average, mellowed tang in the air that reeked of sex. Dirk wanted to tug Dave’s hair, wanted to pin him down and put his fingers in his mouth, wanted to bend him in half and rest his legs up on his own shoulders and plow into him till he screamed.

… Yet he also wanted Rose to pet him again.

He wanted Rose’s soft, soothing voice and gentle petting, sweet touches and praise over and over as the bar was set incredibly low despite it being set for him. He wanted that almost as much as he wanted her to choke him while calling him a whore and the stark differences just made his dick hurt even more when Dave finally crawled off his lap. Where was it coming from? She’d asked him what he wanted, but now that he even knew what he wanted he could never admit it.

Fuck, would she not do it if he didn’t say it? Would he just wind up getting cock teased the entire time and left to blueball it out while she did the example sub bullshit with Dave? Would Dave be the one to finish him off or would it be the photo finish jerkoff session with partly numb hands the second he was untied when it was too much to keep dealing with? Would Rose ride him and leave him squirming, or would she milk him dry while hammering his prostate? Lust ate at him in a way that Dirk wasn’t entirely comfortable with, not used to this degree of wanting someone, of wanting something he could only half understand and explain beyond a gut feeling and a concept of desire. It felt like powerlessness.

“Dirk, go up to the head of the bed and sit quiet for me. Dave? On your knees. Get close as you’d like to Dirk up there, but keep off his dick or I’ll slap you senseless.”

Dirk groaned under his breath at the casual threat and watched his lover like a hawk as he scooted backwards to the head of the bed and Dave slipped to the center. Once he was on all fours he splayed his knees and sank down a bit, knowing there wasn’t much in the way of a height discrepancy between he and Rose as it was. Just enough lowering to let her work, to get the best possible angles and speed comfortably. They made a cute pair as she climbed up behind him and took off her bra, lush breasts drooping comfortably against the front of her chest and swaying as she leaned to get some spare lube for the silicone beast she sported, a pair of nearly identical opposites. Dave rested on his elbows tantalizingly close to Dirk’s dick and kept glancing upwards at him from beneath his bangs with a hungry look in his eyes, trying to fuck him with vision alone so provocatively that Dirk could practically feel him riding on his lap in some close encounter with a separate reality brushing against their own at a thinned point in the veil.

Rose bent forwards once she’d slicked her dick up, kissing a line up Dave’s spine as reverently, tenderly, leaving a pale ash of her lipstick in a tree along the vertebrae. He rose up onto his palms again and arched his back to let her kiss further, all the way to the side of his neck where she bit him a few times. Dave moaned aloud as she took him by the back of the head and shoved him down into the mattress as hard as she could, easing up enough to let him turn his head as she lined up with his hole and began to ease in.

“That’s right, take all of it for me Dave. You’ve had bigger from me you greedy bitch, just let it in nice and easy like you always do,” she crooned, living for how Dave responded beneath her with micro-movements and twitches, panted breaths and the barely there hints of a moan. Rose wasn’t usually much for dirty talk, but she’d picked up the habit specifically for Dave in small doses, rolling with what felt natural at the time instead of trying to force something. When they’d patiently slipped about half the toy in, Rose rocked her hips back and withdrew a few inches before rolling them forward once more to sink even further inside. She traced her hand from Dave’s upper body to his narrow hips, bracing him carefully as they continued to do the back and forth dance of making him take every inch of what he’d selected as his own fate.

As Dirk’s fate too, he remembered once he noticed Rose had started to stare at him. Smirk at him. The challenge was there loud and clear: is this what you want? Do you want more? Will you ask? Can you ask? Dirk didn’t know for sure if he could ask or not, but the incentive was nice. Unable to touch himself he clenched his fists behind his back and watched his lover adjust and relax in waves of sensitivity till at last Rose’s hips were flush with his ass. She cooed softly and rubbed the sides of his thighs and hips, his lower back, then around front to the barely there bulge of his abdomen.

“So pretty. Doing such a good job for me, Dave, such a good boy doing so well. Are you ready? Let me know. Do you want it like usual?”

Dave nodded into the bedding before he found his voice, clearing his throat a few times before croaking out a shaky “Yeah” loud enough that they could both hear it. Dirk glanced to Rose’s eyes again and found her already looking at him again, smirking. Knowing.

“Okay then,” she said as she gave an appreciative squeeze to his thighs and straightened up again to start moving.

The pace was far gentler than what Dirk was expecting. It caught him by surprise just how tenderly they moved together, far more making love than just quick and rough sex. Rose rocked at a decent pace and occasionally flicked her hips to change the inner pressure against Dave’s insides, and Dave clung to the bedding to keep himself from moving beneath her thrusts. They both made breathy sounds and loving murmurs, though Dave’s were already far less coherent when she eventually picked up speed. Skin hitting skin rang out and Dirk was surprised to see just how efficiently Rose was keeping up with the physical demands, barely breaking a sweat.

Made sense. Couldn’t top two men in a row if you weren’t physically prepared to do a lot of fucking.

Dave cried out suddenly and stole Dirk’s attention again, made him unconsciously try to reach for his dick to stroke himself as Rose found the best angle to hammer along his prostate at and went to town. He sank down further, straining to keep upright as she continued to rough him up from behind, occasionally slapping a side of his ass hard enough it left finger and palm prints and Dave melting in place with bliss. Rose leaned forward over Dave’s back possessively to snake a hand beneath his hips to catch his cock was a lovely sight, nipples dragging either side of his spine before being pressed flat between their bodies as she slowed just a fraction. Her hand needed some of her effort now, working his length hard and thorough.

“Come for me, Dave. You’re doing so good, you did such a good job. Come for me now,” she panted, grin breaking wide when he tensed and cried out again, clawing at the bedding before bowing his back. He came hard from the look of things, the top of the bedding streaked with white before even more leaked out to form a small puddle beneath him. Rose milked him through his orgasm ‘til the most intense part had passed and he became overly sensitive beneath her, shivering as Rose removed her hand and held him close to her chest. She carefully pulled out and let Dave roll to his side to catch his breath, dazed and finally satisfied.

Dirk envied him for about ten solid seconds before Rose was crawling forward on her knees towards him, silicone dick swaying generously in the harness as she planted her palms on either of his thighs to get right up in his face.

“Last chance,” she said. “Talk to me.”

Dirk’s heart hammered in his chest as he weighed his options. Take whatever option came with not talking, not telling, or talk and do as she says and ostensibly have a better time for it. Give and take, but it felt like giving a hell of a lot for what he could only hope would be taking a good amount back. Wetting his lips, Dirk lifted his chin.

“I’ll take whatever you want to dish out.”

“That all?” Rose asked. He could feel her nails turning to bite into his flesh, testing him and his limits. “I’m all ears, Dirk, but not for long.”

“Whatever it is, I can handle it,” Dirk said. Then after a moment’s hesitation, he glanced to the side. “...I can probably handle the rest, too.”

The biting nails stayed where they were, hard enough he wondered if he’d just have crescents in his skin or small traces of papercut thin lines of blood. Was that not clear enough? Was that not what she wanted? He glanced back onto to see Rose staring at him flatly, unimpressed.

“What? Wrong answer?”

Rose lunged forward like a dog preparing to bite his face so suddenly that honest on God he flinched back to avoid her running into his nose at top speed. She frowned and narrowed her eyes at him.

“Is this what you really want, Dirk? Tame answers, promises I’ll fuck you senseless as rough as I can and cuddle you to my tits afterwards, or are you wanting to actually work for what you want?” The frown gave way to a curled smile. “Dave’s earned what he gets plenty of times over. He’s a good boy. I’ve seen you try to be a good boy for me, but I’m pretty unconvinced. I think you’re still the same self important prick you always are, wanting to have his cake and eat it too.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, dick fit to burst on his lap. If he came now he’d never live it the fuck down, hold on just a bit longer, Jesus fuck.

“I mean I think you still want to prove your point, because it’s a very Dirk thing to do, and you’re not subtle about it. Same as you’re not subtle at all about being thirsty for what I can do. As you are right now I’m unconvinced you won’t just take my best then twist it into not being enough so you can rebound with your own example on a higher step.”

He frowned. “How do I convince you then? I don’t want to do that, I’m willing to approach this on even territory for now.”

“Beg for it,” Rose said without missing a beat. When Dirk immediately leaned further back she pursued till Dirk was plastered against the headboard proper and Rose was riding over his lap, silicone dick digging into his abdomen stubbornly between them.

“Beg for what , for what I already admitted I could handle?”

“No. I want you to beg for what you want, Dirk. I won’t be doing a damn thing till you beg for you like a good little bitch and admit I’m the one calling all of the shots well enough that you’re reduced to begging for it instead of it just being delivered to you on a silver platter.”

“I worked on Dave!”

“Working on Dave is easy when it’s what you did, though I’m sure he appreciated every second of it.”

“I also ate you out! Doesn’t that count for good work done?”

“You stopped early enough I worried you’d passed out.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t. I was tired.”

“And I’ve had better, funny how that works out,” she snipped before covering Dirk’s mouth in a kiss that ranged from gentle leading in to nearly teeth clicking intensity before they pulled apart to catch their breath. “Beg for me and I’ll follow through as good as I’ve been given. Tell me things to avoid.”

“Don’t suddenly take a dump on my chest and we’re good,” Dirk grunted. “But I was being genuine before: I can take whatever you can dish out. The rest too.”

Rose slipped off his lap and adjusted herself before grabbing the ropes that held Dirk’s arms in place behind him, physically throwing him to the side so he landed on his back with his long legs dangling over the edge of the bed as he looked up at her, startled. Her hair had fluffed up a bit wilder, a few strands hanging in her face as she planted her hands on her hips and stared down at him. The predatory look had returned, and intensified as she crawled up his thighs, up over his waist, to perch right ahead of his dick. He could feel a streak of precome rub against one of her ass cheeks and cool on impact, the bit of pressure tantalizing as it was before he realized she was sinking down to align his length with the crack of her ass. A few steady, pressure filled rubs and he was nearly gone.

Her hands snaked up to his throat then, thumbs placing pressure directly over where his air supply passed on either side, and pressed down steadily. While Dirk could still breathe it was being impaired significantly beneath Rose’s solid grip, and his eyes widened when realization kicked in. She was choking him based on his earlier explanations, something that he hadn’t entirely realized he was into till Rose did it. Something about her soothing concern and caution mingling with the getting in his face and beneath his skin was intermingling nicely in his brain. He was at risk, this was something that if done in another way could hurt his throat, but Rose knew what she was doing. He trusted Rose. He trusted her to not hurt him worse than he said he could handle. He trusted Rose to only hurt him in the best ways, and then to maybe even kiss that pain away.

Dave to their sides had rolled to his other side to watch them and was lazily reaching out to stroke at Dirk’s hair in the same petting gesture Rose had been doing before. Soothing and soft was mingling with being choked out, and Dirk twitched as he came against Rose’s ass harder than he could remember coming in quite some time.

She seemed surprised at first, but slowly reduced the pressure bit by bit till he was breathing normally. Assuming they were done, Dirk sighed and opened his mouth to thank her for the new discovery, but was cut off.

“Ready to come, then?”

“I uh. ...I just did.”

“Yes. Once,” Rose said with a smirk. “I’d hardly call that done. Especially since I didn’t give you permission to, and off you shot like a rocket just from a bit of breathplay and a nice ass.” She pressed a kiss to Dirk’s cheek before murmuring up by his ear. “Predictable. Weak move... Are you ready to beg for me, Dirk?”

Boy was he fucking ready. Shit already felt great and there was one more round to go, he had to see it through for all it could be instead of half assing a second of it. Dirk sang like a canary as Dave grinned and pet him in the hazy afterglow of what he’d already experienced, leisurely coming down while Dirk was still ramping up for one last rodeo with the remnants of his previous erection.

“Let me have it, Rose. Fuck me up. Knock the shit outta me, I don’t care,” Dirk said. “Just kiss it better afterward. Pet me like Dave. I want all of it.”

Rose and Dave shared a look, surprised he actually complied but very pleased nonetheless. When Dave stopped petting him, Rose gave him another tender kiss and hummed as she pulled away, swinging her leg up over his body to climb off and to her feet at the side of the bed. She slipped up between Dirk’s parted thighs and tugged him closer to the edge of the bed before he got the idea and lifted his legs on his own to leave himself exposed for her. The erection still hadn’t gone down, apparently ready and raring for the next round as he was verbally, orange eyes expectantly watching Rose as he rode on the discomfort of his arms. Pain, but not more than he could take. Not more than he kind of enjoyed as his fingertips tingled behind him in the mattress.

She cupped Dirk’s hips before teasing at his entrance with the toy’s head, humming still as if in thought.

“Dirk.. Do you think you can take this without extra prep..? Plenty of lube of course. But it’s quite a lot,” she said.

It’d sting. It wouldn’t destroy him, Dirk knew what to do and he trusted Rose to be patient and not just jam it in at the first opportunity. They were both experienced adults. He nodded and bent his knees a little more, letting his knees part.

“Yeah.”

Right answer apparently. Rose beamed at him and Dave handed over the lube before returning to rest on his side, toying with Dirk’s hair while they waited instead of petting him, sleepy expression of satisfaction still playing over his face. The lubricant was applied liberally on the toy, and more was added at his entrance, Rose curling her fingers to probe him briefly the same way she’d prepped Dave. Same method but different speeds, she withdrew her hand and rested them at Dirk’s hips after lining up once more and slowly beginning to push inside.

He exhaled and tried to keep his muscles as loose as possible, relaxing with all his might as Rose entered. ...And entered. ...And kept entering. He’d forgotten just how long the toy really was when it was being shoved inside of a man’s body, observing had shown him the bulge Dave got and yet somehow Dirk was still surprised at just how much there was to take. It just seemed to keep coming at him in more and more intimidating pushes till at long last they were flush together and he was panting his air, sweat slicking his brow.

Rose loomed over him like a pleased goddess, stroking along the new bump in his abdomen and up the flat planes of his stomach. She tweaked a nipple so hard it stung before repositioning her nails over the top of his ribs, sinking them in a bit before dragging them downwards as if she were a bear marking a tree. Dirk hissed air between his teeth before groaning in satisfaction, savoring every inch she dragged downwards and doing it all over again when she did it to the other side, crossing the very ends of the patterns she’d drawn in the hair below his navel. His skin felt like it was on fire but there was no mistaking the surge of endorphin in his blood.

“Dave, be a darling and keep his mouth busy for me. Be attentive, though. Don’t choke him, he’ll be moving and it’d be hard to signal like that. Just keep good and close so he can go at his own pace,” Rose instructed before she straightened, grabbed his hips and drew back, slamming home so hard and suddenly that his teeth clicked before he could cry out.

Jesus Christ, right at the nerves, her aim was goddamn good she stroked it right on the first thrust. The bed sank around Dirk’s shoulders as Dave carefully straddled his head from behind, then seemed to think better of it and settled for scooting close enough to rest flaccid, dribbling dick to the side of his lips and his own hands on the headboard for balance. It was a strange setup but it worked well enough, Dirk opening his mouth to accept Dave and suckle gently as he could once Dave hissed with sensitivity. Gentle, gentle...

Rose was the opposite of gentle as she set a heavy pace, jostling him this way and that as she used the bed for leverage, putting her back and hips into following through on what Dirk had asked of her. Could she be rougher? Of course she could. She was already thinking of different toys and tools to use next time she could talk Dirk into playing with her and Dave, or even just her if Dave wanted some time to himself one night or another. She wanted to see just how much Dirk really could take without breaking, and what he was like when he did break. It’d take more than one session to really see that out properly though.

She had a feeling he’d be eager enough for this that the earlier bet might potentially be put on pause, at least for a while. Something something more research needed before a proper ownage could occur something something. Dirk was predictable in some ways and that was just his charm.

With Dave crooning at him, Rose hammering away at him till his toes curled, and alternating smacking the backs of his thighs and the sides of his hips hard as she could, Dirk was losing a battle he’d only just begun to fight. When he felt that warm hand wrap around his dick and squeeze, doing the same milking gesture in tandem with the staccato of her hips against his ass, Dirk saw white and seized briefly, spilling thinned, barely there semen over Rose’s knuckles. Not enough time had passed to be very effective, but the release had been achieved and he was swimming on cloud nine.

She let him enjoy it for a few moments, resting her weight on his torso and petting the side of his face, kissing his cheek, his lips, the tip of his nose after Dave pulled back to give him air. Dave stroked his hair and scratched his scalp in gentle motions as he rested curled on his side like a human halo around Dirk’s head. They were all a mess, they were all exhausted by now. Rose grunted when she got up off of Dirk and pulled the toy gently free. On unsteady legs she stood and removed the harness, setting it and the toy aside for proper cleaning afterwards before reaching down and carefully pulling Dirk up by his ropes.

Dave was the one who untied him, familiar enough with the knots that he could recognize which places held the most tension and support, which ones he could pull to loosen the entire structure quickest to free him. Dirk’s skin was depressed and red where the ropes had bit into him, repeating the intricate knots and lattice work as brightly on his skin as the scratches stood out on his chest. The palm prints from where he’d been slapped were still red, and from how warm they still felt they’d be leaving some kind of bruise behind as well in time. He felt light headed when he could move his arms properly, stretching them to the front to pop his shoulders and move his numbed fingers to get the life back in them. Rose took one arm and Dave took the other, gently massaging the blood back where it needed to go, keeping the ache of return from growing too intense.

All the while Rose talked in that same soft voice Dirk had grown addicted to, gentle praises and comforting phrases as the backdrop to the new silence in the air now that the sex and moaning had stopped. Dirk could hear the gentle pour of rain outside, pitter patters against the covered glass of the window and the distant sound of cars forming the perfect soundtrack with Rose’s voice.

He wasn’t sure when Rose moved him again, when Dave shifted them all to the side, but he was glad he went whenever it was. Rose was in the center of the bed on her back in a comfortable position, with Dave cuddled up beside one breast and himself by the other side, free to kiss or touch wherever they pleased. Her hands were on their shoulders and kept straying up to their heads in lazy strokes and pets as she continued to soft speak barely there words like poetry to his soul. They slept well like that for some time, tension having risen to a fever pitch in the moment only to be cuddled away, to the sound of a steady rain storm.

Dirk didn’t offer Rose a reverse challenge for several weeks. Instead, he made sure to catch her more often when Dave did on the couch, making certain Rose sat in the center so they both could rest a head on her leg. Both eager to be stroked and told just how good they were. How wonderful. How sweet. How loved.

#homestuck #rose lalonde #dave strider #dirk strider #rosedirkdave #dersecest #stridercest #my fic #rose doms everyone as she damn well should

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A Story of Ink and Venom - Chap. 5

A/N - Someone wicked this way comes! Some new revelations revealed and Nina is tasked with an important request after some distressing news! There are some french translations in here that I’m not quite sure how to post on here so if you’re curious to know what they say I can make a separate post to explain what they translate to! As always I hope you enjoy and if you’d like to be tossed onto the notifications list lemme know!

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Chapter 5: Preparation

I dreamt of blood.

Of tendons snapping and muscle being torn in two.

Heard the inescapable screams of terror in a void of nightmares that had me tossing and turning all night.

Then I saw them again. Those milky white eyes that narrowed as they set their sights on me, soon replaced by a gaping maw full of jagged teeth that were ready to tear into my skin like it was paper.

Then I woke with a small, terrified gasp.

It was just a nightmare. This is what I had to tell myself as I stared at the ceiling and tried to calm my racing thoughts. My heart continued to pound and my clothes were damp with sweat from my troubled sleep. But the longer I laid there the more aware I became of my surroundings. A soft melody weaved in and out of my hearing and the hues of blue and pink of our hanging lights danced in my blurred vision. It was noticing this that I was finally able to release a sigh of relief as I was able to remind myself of two important things:

I was home. And I was safe.

Beside me, the bed creaked and I turned my head to find Ava sitting cross-legged by my curtained window, hand over her mouth in serious concentration as she stared at her laptop screen. I made the effort to sit up and felt my entire body seize up with pain.

“Ah, she awakens,” her husky morning voice announced beside me as a groan of pain escaped me. I struggled to make the minimal effort to turn to her, only to be met with her hand that held my glasses and a bottle that she rattled at me.

“Drink up, Princesa. You’re gonna need these for the day ahead,”

“You’re a lifesaver,” I murmured as I accepted and downed them graciously. They could have been horse tranquilizers and I wouldn’t have cared, the pain that my body felt as I sat up had me almost wishing I was still facing those nightmares. Just the brief thought of reliving them made my stomach churn though, and I quickly tried to ignore it and press through the pain instead.

I slumped over on Ava’s shoulder and sighed, a small chuckle escaping her as she carefully moved a piece of hair away from my face.

“Surprised you’re even awake right now, you outdrank all of us,” she teased as I held my head, now fully feeling the effects of my terribly thought out decisions last night. That was right, we had drunk last night to calm our nerves. Despite being desperate to escape the conversation we spent almost all night talking about it. Ava and Benni assured me the news hadn’t caught wind of my participation that they were aware of, only that there had been no bodies at the scene.

That alone left me both relieved and terrified for Spiderman and whatever remains were of Deadpool.

If there were any at all.

I shook my head sluggishly to rid myself of the thought before looking to Bambi and Benni who were haphazardly sprawled along Bam’s bed, still very much unconscious.

“Why are you awake?” I asked Ava groggily, taking every motion delicately as the room continued to spin.

She raised a brow at me and smirked.

“You think a little booze is going to cause me to break schedule? Pfft, I’m Latina, bebita. But also,” she added, pointing to the floor and frowning, “You really need to answer that thing. It’s been going off since 7.”

I went to ask her what she meant but then I heard it. The low rumble of my phone vibrating against the carpet. At that moment my hangover was completely disregarded and pain tossed aside as I slid to the ground and fished for it desperately. Ava watched me, perched from above, curiosity now wrinkling her brows as I found the source to the buzzing and curled into a ball to suppress the pain.

All I could muster was a soft ‘oh no’ when I saw what was on the lock screen.

Ava inched closer to me to try and sneak a peek as I continued to stare, not daring to unlock it to see what fresh hell was waiting for me inside. "What's going on?"

A soft 'oh' left her lips as I showed her. A handful of messages and mixed calls littered the screen, the fear you only felt when you missed 10 calls from your mother when you were a teen hitting my core as I swiped it open.

Only this fear was brought by missing the calls of my mother, father, AND Renato.

I swallowed hard and scanned the messages. All worried, all sent at various times during the night and this morning:

‘Honey, we just saw the news. Are you alright?’ ‘You’re not picking up. Did something happen?’ ‘We’re very worried. Pls respond!’ - Mom

*‘Mon chéri? Nous sommes inquiets pour vous’ ‘Appelez s'il vous plaît’ - Dad

‘Are you home? -R’ ‘Nina? -R’ ‘Look. I know you’re still recovering from last night but something has happened. Come to the lab ASAP. -R’ ‘Again, it’s URGENT. -R’ ‘Also, call your parents. -R’ - Renato

My gut twisted further with guilt as I read various texts from them all, but the last few from Renato worried me the most. It was sent almost half an hour ago and my imagination was going in every direction it could with what could have happened.

He rarely sent texts out to people, even when it was an emergency. What if something happened to him? What if that thing came back for it’s missing piece? What if it pulled an Alien and created a Chest Burster inside of him??

I had to go and see what was going on.

I uncurled myself from my position before releasing a groan of discomfort, moving from one awkward position to another as I attempted to summon the strength to get up. It didn't work. Lying half off the bed beside me Bambi began to stir.

“Nina? What’s going on?” she yawned, rubbing her eyes as she unshifted from her own awkward position to sit up and watch my staggered efforts. Benni gave a soft snore next to her but remained still. I was fully convinced that we could have dropped a bomb on the city and she’d have stayed asleep during it.

“I have to go to the Professor’s office. Something's wrong,” I winced, finally finding my footing and attempting to poorly stretch to try and subdue the pain. While it didn't do much to help with it, it did help me understand where the source was. I tenderly touched my side only to recoil back as the shock of pain it sent. It was almost exactly where I had landed after the creature had flung me, bringing a series of uncomfortable pictures to my head before I could shake them away.

“What?!” Both Ava and Bambi asked in unison at my announcement, watching me shuffle awkwardly to my wardrobe that had seen better days. Bambi was now wide awake at this point and stood to meet me, a heavy frown set on her once pouty lips.

“Please tell me you’re not going, especially after last night-”

“Last night is just as much my issue as it is Renato’s, Bam. Who knows, maybe he just found out something interesting about that gunk,” I tried to reassure both her and myself as I began to rummage through my clothes. We were assigned two wardrobe closets to a dorm at the beginning of the year and expected to fit all of our belongings inside. While Bambi had somehow made hers always look presentable. Mine was everything but, and I now struggled as I attempted to rip a cute yellow hoodie with ‘Good Vibes’ written in a cute font across the front out of its clutches for the day ahead.

I succeeded, only to fall back and have a mess of clothes topple onto me in the aftermath. Both Ava and Bambi shared a look of worry before Bambi knelt down to help me.

“I just...think it’s kind of bullshit he’s calling you in after everything. Especially with that,” she added as she pointed to my midriff, shirt now raised some to reveal a nasty looking bruise that had formed overnight. Underneath lurked a nastier looking scar from past events that I quickly hid and looked away, suddenly very aware of my flaws.

“Bambi, *déjalo!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine,” I managed quickly, not wanting to mention it any more than it already had been. Like a monkey's paw suddenly sensing my wish to change the subject we all turned to my phone that had begun to vibrate again. Ava, the closest to it, studied the notification before her hazel eyes grew wide. “What is it?” I asked hesitantly as she stood and quickly closed the distance between us, holding my phone at arm's length like it was a bomb.

When I saw who was calling it might as well have been.

It was my father.

“Oh no, no. Can't you just like...I don’t know, tell him I’m sleeping??” I asked desperately, a snort erupting from her as she held it closer, holding me captive against the wall now.

“You really think I’m gonna pull off lying to your dad? Get real,” she hissed back while swiping over the green telephone emote to accept the call. I pursed my lips angrily in response, knowing she had me at a stalemate before I accepted the phone in defeat. "Ante up, bebita, you're on." she mouthed quietly as she and Bambi stood nearby quietly to listen. Even Benni's once peaceful snores were gone from the room as I prepared to completely BS my way through this conversation.

“Bonjour Papa!” I chimed into the receiver, knowing full well the I had just stepped into the lion’s den and had to be very careful about what was said. My father was as smart as he was strong, and the man had won a plethora of heavyweight titles before he retired. I had to be smart about where the conversation would go.

“Nina,” he started, dad tone already in full swing behind his heavy french accent. “We’ve been trying to get ahold of you all morning, *est-ce que tu vas bien? We saw the news and-”

“Oh right, the news.” I interrupted, clicking my tongue with thought as Bambi and Ava watched with wide eyes. I ignored them as I continued to search for the rest of my outfit in the mess I had created. “Wild stuff, right?”

“You didn’t get involved, did you?” he asked point-blank, my insides squirming as I pretended to scoff at his words.

“Me? Get involved? C’mon dad, *Avoir une certaine foi!” I grunted while struggling into a pair of leggings. He grunted back in response.

“I just worry, mon petite. Because reports say that a small mystery hero came in at the last second,”

“You don’t say,” I asked softly, hoodie stopped half over my body at these words. I wanted to curse. Sure, the news hadn't been able to record anything of my failed attempt at heroism, but I hadn't even thought about bystanders that might have seen.

“Oui, and she seemed to be wielding a hammer. A big black hammer that fell apart right after using it,” he pressed, my nerves getting the best of me as I scrambled to find proper words to say. “You sure you weren’t there?”

“Of course not." I started, tugging at my hair nervously as I began to feel myself ramble. "I-I was studying with the girls during the lock-in! Do you know how many superheroes are in New York? In Brooklynn for that matter? Do you really think I’d be dumb enough to take on that thing? Hah! Hah! You’re so funny, papa. Oh? What’s that? My phone is dying and I need to leave? What a very strange coincidence!” I laughed a little too loud into the phone, walking nervous circles in the room as Ava and Bambi watched with embarrassed stares.

“Nina-”

“I really gotta go, I did nothing wrong, ever!” I answered hastily before hanging up, pulling my hood over my face to hide from the heavy looks the girls were giving me. “Please, no commentary.”

“Smooth,” Ava whispered dryly as I shrugged and tossed my hands up in the air, immediately racked with another bout of pain. I struggled to shrug it off, instead focusing my attention on gathering my belongings to leave for the day. As I went to grab my bag I stopped, sheets of my old weapon schematics poking through that brought me back to the day before. I shook my head of the invasive thoughts wanting to pry through and removed them, knowing I had no business trying to use any of them anymore.

Behind me, Bambi took a seat on my bed and tugged at her sleeves nervously.

“You’re really not going to tell them?” she asked softly. The question made me stop abruptly and turn to her, disbelief in my eyes.

“Do you want to explain to them how they almost lost their only child while she was out playing hero?” I shot back quickly. I knew she meant well, and I knew that this would most likely end up biting me in the ass at a later time. But I also had to keep this a secret from them until it was all figured out, there'd be no point otherwise.

Especially if it meant putting them in danger.

“That’s...fair,” she agreed quietly after a moment of silence, Ava joining her side on my bed as they watched me scramble to shove my clothes back in my wardrobe. “Do...you want some company with Renato?” she offered, but I could see the fear in her eyes of having to face that moment again. Of having to go back to the labs and seeing what could possibly be another nightmare waiting. She had suffered just as much as I did and I didn't want to force her through it again if she wasn't ready.

Instead, I shook my head and feigned a smile.

“It’s fine, I’m going to Renato’s and then straight to Drawing 2 after. I’ll pick up your SD card for you while I’m there though, yeah?”

She looked relieved at this and nodded. “You’re a lifesaver, Neeners.”

“I know it,” I teased before grabbing my helmet and sauntering out of the door. Before I could leave fully my phone went off. Inside a simple text from Benni read ‘Be careful!’, but when I looked to the bed she was still as motionless as ever and dead to the world.

How did she do that?

“Aye, keep us posted!” Ava shouted through the door as I left, a soft sigh of relief escaping my lips as I headed outside. Truth be told it was a bit of a relief to be away from them. All the worried looks, the fear we had all felt hanging like a miasma in the room. I needed to get away from it all, to escape briefly so I could think.

Outside storm clouds loomed above, threatening to release hell down on the city at any moment. I hurried to Queen and took off before I was the unlucky duckling to have to experience it and, to my surprise, the street that had once looked like a warzone the night before was now pristine. Even the dark stain I had been haunted by on the way home was nothing more than normal black asphalt now. As much as people complained about where our tax dollars were going I had to give it to the city restoration committee for always being on point. They made it look like nothing had ever happened and, for a brief moment, I believed that.

Before I could enjoy the momentary peace of mind I was given I was already at work. My hands gripped my key card tight as I hurried to the door, trying to brace myself for whatever might be waiting for me inside. Instead, the door opened as I went to swipe and Barry stared at me, eyes wide with surprise as he saw my face.

“Miss Knight? What in the world are you doing here?”

“I wish I knew. The professor called me in,” I explained shortly before scooting past him to sail down the stairs. I stopped abruptly at the last step, hearing the harsh tone of Renato’s ring through the air. I had never heard him so angry, not even when I once accidentally almost broke Levi's aquarium by playing with one of my ink balls in the lab.

Another voice, a strangely familiar voice this time, now spoke in a deep yet desperate tone.

“Darwin please, we may have had our differences before but this...this could very well save lives!”

“I’m not going to tell you again. This is a dangerous subject and it has no place in the medical field. Leave the premises or I will be calling the police. And don’t you ever, ever use that name again.” he growled. My surprise and curiosity were through the roof at this point. Who could strike so much anger in such a simple man that would lead him to talk like this?

I had to know.

“Knock, knock.” I chimed softly through the sliding doors, as if I hadn't just been eavesdropping just moments earlier. My eyes immediately fell on the stranger causing the ruckus and I couldn’t help but manage a small gasp at who I saw. It was the janitor from last night, the man that had sent chills down my spine with just a simple question. “A-am I interrupting something?” I stammered, trying to keep my composure as his gaunt appearance glared at me before looking back to Renato.

“I was just leaving. I hope you sleep well at night knowing you work for a monster,”

“Well, I’m in college, so your first mistake was thinking I sleep at all,” I responded a little too sarcastically, a small grim chuckle leaving the man’s throat as he knocked shoulders with me on his way out. His demeanor had changed completely from the man I had seen just moments ago, once slumped shoulders now broad, all frailty from him diminished as he turned to face Renato once more with a dark stare.

“It was nice seeing you again after all these years, Professor. Remember, I did try to play nice,” he called before exiting the lab, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. I blinked in surprise, unsure if I had just been tricked into seeing two different people or if that man was just that good at changing his personality.

I turned to Renato who's brows were furrowed and was staring angrily at nothing in particular before I attempted to break the ice.

“So, who’s your friend?” I asked carefully, watching his eyes flicker up to me and narrow at the assumption.

“Never friends. We were hardly even colleagues,” he muttered as he began pacing, running his hands through his once neatly ponytailed dreads. They now fell over his face and shoulders as he stood hunched over his desk, fuming. “I knew something was off about that man, why didn’t I see it sooner?” he whispered to himself, fully immersed in the conversation in his head.

“Uh, what?”

“How could I have so foolish? Of course, I was being watched...how could I have known he would go to this level though? Stupid..."

"Renato?"

"If he gets his hands on this...dammit!” he hissed before slamming his fist on the desk angrily. I flinched at the action before snapping my fingers at him.

“Hey! Earth to Renato, bring it back down to Earth!” I called, watching him snap from whatever stupor he had previously been in. Looking up close at him now he looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept at all. Under his lab coat, I saw now that he was wearing the same clothes he had worn when I left last night and it finally clicked. “Did you stay here all night?”

“I...well, yes,” he admitted sheepishly before he took to rubbing his chin, looking at nothing in particular like he was deep in thought. We stood in silence for a few moments before I touched his shoulder, confusion rapidly growing in my head that I was desperate to get explained.

“Hey, are you going to explain what’s going on or…?”

He seemed to slip back into the moment and sighed, pulling off his glasses to clean them anxiously. “Right. Sorry. I was hoping to give you a day to rest but...something happened.”

“So you said in the text. What is it?” I asked suspiciously, fear creeping into my voice before I could stop it. He took a large sigh before pressing his palms together and directing them at me with somber eyes.

“You have to promise that you’ll let me explain before you get upset,” he started, looking down at me with a gaze that turned serious within a few seconds. My stomach gave a quick twist of fear at this. It was suddenly very apparent that whatever that substance he had was no longer within sight, which made my thoughts run wild with worry.

“What did you do, Renato?” I asked gravely, watching him hesitate before starting towards the fish tank. My gaze hardened as I noticed it was now covered with a dark sheet, a sheet that he now removed to reveal a lazily wandering Leviathan in the water. I released a sigh of relief, a piece of me fearing the worst for the little crustacean.

That was before it turned its sights on me at least.

It was like I had been tossed into a sci-fi horror flick. Its skin went from its usual beautiful maroon to a horrific pitch black, it’s size growing into something grotesque before he began to slam against the glass. Renato steadied the tank before tossing the sheet over it once more and it's furious attempts to leave grew silent. I stood in terrified silence trying to process what I just saw, hands quivering at my sides as Renato turned back to me and managed a weak unsure shrug.

“What, pray tell, the everloving fuck was that?” I finally managed to whisper as he started back towards me, hands shoved deep in his lab pockets as he seemed to ponder what to say to me. I took a step back from him, my gut suddenly unsure of how I felt about being around him. His gaze looked hurt at this but he kept his distance as if nervous I would run if he got too close.

“I suppose I deserve that…” he whispered before I scoffed, tossing my arms up in the air with a sarcastic laugh.

“You suppose? That guy was right, you're a damn monster!"

“Nina please, your language-”

“Do not start with me over that,” I snapped, folding my arms, ready to hear what excuse he had ready for what I had just seen. "Explain. What the fuck happened when I left?”

He sighed and nodded softly, giving up on arguing.

“Right. So, you left, and I had been engrossed in researching this creature. It’s quite a find, Nina, it’s DNA is incredible. So incredible in fact that I found it had regenerating cells and I…” he trailed, taking his glasses to fiddle with them as he spoke. “I saw a window for experimentation and I took it.”

“On Levi? But why? You know what that thing can do!” I protested, his features dark with thought.

“I know, trust me, I know. I thought...maybe a smaller dose wouldn’t have the effects of its original host, that maybe it could reverse his health,” he admitted, a look of weariness taking over him. “It did do that but it also turned him into what you just witnessed.”

“And how does your friend tie into this?” I asked grimly, nodding towards the door. He scowled at my use of friend but sighed wearily.

“As I said, he’s an old colleague...from a different time. Back...when I worked for the government,” he explained quietly.

I blinked in shock.

“You did what for the who now?”

“I was a scientist for a special research program briefly after college with the close colleague of mine I've mentioned, along with the man you saw earlier. He went by Oliver Phobus, though I’m not sure if he still goes by that name…” he trailed as if thinking hard into the past.

I couldn't believe he wasn't sharing this information with me. I could barely get him to reveal what his favorite juice was on store runs half the time much less a look into his past like this. I decided to press my luck and prod further.

"Why is that?"

“Oliver was, well, is a desperate man. His forte used to be finding cures to uncommon diseases, often taking devious measures to get to his answers if it meant a breakthrough.”

“Such as?” I pressed, curiosity growing by the second. He pursed his lips before continuing, a look of discomfort falling over him as if not wanting to answer.

“He did many experiments on...people...terrible things,” he whispered, my mouth growing dry at his words. His eyes grew dark at the mention of it, like he was reliving the experience as he spoke. “As soon as we found out we made sure he was removed from the program, but soon after he and his family left without a trace on where to find him. And then today…” he sighed, fist resting on his chin as he recounted what happened. “Today I was trying to take a sample from Levi and he came in and saw. He saw what Leviathan had become and I know he’s going to come back for him.”

“You think he’s going to come back? You told him you were going to call the cops!” I reasoned, a grim chuckle erupting from him as he stood once more and started organizing things from his desk.

“You underestimate the level of desperation he’s at,” he answered shortly before hunching over his laptop, body stiff as he began to clack away at the keyboard. I shifted nervously, still trying to process all the new information given to me. Renato called him a desperate man but didn’t he just commit his own messed up experiment in the name of science? But also to hear he experimented on people, it left a bitter taste in my mouth. That strange smile he presented to me the night before now seemed all the more devious and caused a shiver to run down my spine at the thought of it. Renato at least seemed ashamed of what he did.

Phobus just seemed like a mad man on a mission.

“So...what will you do now?” I asked softly, my gaze traveling back to the tank that stood silent now despite the uproar that had just happened. Just remembering the glimpse of black tendrils slithering out and the sheer anger it seemed to have when it saw me...it made me not even want to be in the room.

Renato sighed as he turned back to me and folded his arms.

“This is where it gets tricky,” he began, frown settled deeply on his lips at what he was about to say. “My work, Levi specifically, can’t stay here any longer. I’ll be alerting the proper authorities of what’s transpired but I need to get him somewhere safe before I do so. Can't exactly have them seeing what he's become without it turning into a worse situation than it already is,"

“Fair enough,”

“What I need from you is just to stay here and keep guard while I travel home to get the proper equipment to take him to my colleague's residency. There we can do some proper testing, maybe see if we can reverse this-”

“You want me to do what?” I asked incredulously. Above us, a warning of thunder rolled past, a feeling of unease taking hold of my gut at his request. Here he was, dropping a complete bombshell on me and expected me to just roll with it like it was no big deal? I shook my head and held my hands up in disagreement. “Professor…”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t desperate, Nina. You're one of the only people I trust with this,” he admitted, placing a hand on my shoulder with a look of sheer exhaustion. “I know you’re unhappy with me right now. I know I made a bad decision, but I can’t let him have this. He’s a dangerous man and I don’t know what he’ll do with the information or what could happen if-,”

“If he gets ahold of this, right,” I sighed, not wanting him to finish the terrifying thought that Levi could very well transform into some terrible if given the chance. Or even something worse happening if someone was able to manipulate that DNA. Inside every fiber of my being protested this request, but deep down I also knew all too well that sometimes you had to make the hard decisions that you really didn’t want to. I just wished it wasn’t me in this scenario, especially after the first time had already gone so wrong.

Renato was desperate by his standards though, and he had stuck his neck out for me so many times in the past year that I lost count. It was only fair I repay him for it.

I just hoped it wouldn't bite me in the ass later.

“Alright, I will watch Levi until you can make it back. I have a class soon but I can skip if you need me to-”

“Not necessary. I’m already in enough hot water, I don’t need your parents blaming me for you missing class,” he joked softly before his demeanor changed. “You did talk to them last night, didn't you?”

“Define talk and last night,” I smiled sheepishly before laughing nervously at his sour appearance. “Relax, we spoke briefly this morning. They know nothing so I’d like to keep it that way,” I admitted before glancing at the clock and frowning. “Shoot. I’ve gotta head out but I’ll be back at around 6, is that too late?”

“6 is perfect. I’ll have everything ready for when you return so we can make this quick,” he added before pausing and looking at me with a soft frown. “Are you sure you’re up for this? You can say no, especially after everything that’s happened last night.”

“I’ve already made my decision, haven’t I? What’s the worst that can happen anyway? It’s just some science nerd that probably won’t even show up tonight, right?” I joked, trying to hide my own fear by making light of the situation. Renato gave me a weary smile before heading to his desk to get to work, brows creased with uncertainty at my words.

“I suppose you’re right, I'm probably just being careful about this. Just...be ready, we’ll discuss more when you return,” he concluded, setting us on our separate ways until the big night ahead.

Despite him trying to be reassuring about it a part of me knew that it wasn't going to be that easy.

Things were never that easy.

#long post #oc shit #marvelsona #venomsona #oc x colossus #slow burn #y'all grammarly decided not to work halfway through so #forgive ya boi

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Petty Thief

Matt had been fairly productive that day. Something about parties made him like that. The beautiful people, the great conversation, there was this air of elegance not usually found in ‘middle of nowhere’ type resorts. Most days in a hotel lobby there would be a something a little oppressive hanging in the air; something about the knowledge that your holiday would end soon enough bothered people. But every so often, some snarky Wall Street wannabe would get bored of swimming in gold or feasting on swans, or whatever the insanely wealthy did, and then it came time to throw a party.

This one was supposedly an annual affair. Matt wouldn’t know himself, since this was his first visit. Perhaps he’d return if this trip proved profitable. Not too soon, though. He liked to be careful. A good trait in a thief. Regrettably, he would have to pass on next year, even if that lovely lady at the reception was true to her word and kept him a room aside. Coming back too often was likely to get him arrested, and that meant prison- especially once they connected the dots and found how much he had... ‘liberated' from bigshots over the years.

One of the newcomers running this was a fresh face for him. Spencer Baldwin, some douchebag who got rich buying shares in technology companies and would never have to worry about where his next yacht was coming from ever again. The one next to him on the flyer was worrying, though. Hayden Ross made a name for himself running a law firm for fellow rich douches to put guys like Matt in prison for a very long time, and Matt had made it a point to stay very much off his radar. If there was one thing that would probably get a case brought against him, it would be stealing from anyone Ross cared about- or rather, acknowledged the existence of. So if Ross got a new drinking buddy, they were safe...for the most part.

Big events were the exception. Since there were plenty of people around, he could grab some devices, maybe a wallet or two, and then bounce, with the excuse that he had indulged in a little too much free champagne. That would sort him for a while. Geek conferences were always easy money anyway. Nobody wanted to show up to one of these brandishing a Nokia, so the latest huge smartphones jutted out of every pocket. Come on. How was he supposed to resist? Granted, having thousands of pounds worth of hardware vanish from Ross’ conference might piss him off a little, but again, there were plenty of people around. Nobody could pin it on a guy who didn’t even have a ticket, right?

With that worry out of his mind, Matt grabbed a glass of champagne as he passed a waiter, then a tablet from the man next to him. Smashed screen, tut tut tut. That thing was easily worth $500 second hand, but his best bet now was to sell it for parts. Oh well. He slipped back into the crowd as the man snapped his head up to shout about his missing property.

Another phone had been left on a table with no-one in sight to supervise. That was just asking for it, right? While walking past, he slid it into his laptop bag. There was no actual laptop in there. Unfortunate, but the only people who had brought computers down to the conference room were working on them. The crowd was helpful for hiding, but it probably wouldn’t do much if he wandered up to someone and took something straight out of their hands.

He’d done that once, when he was much younger. Some television show or another had tried to warn people that they needed to mind their phones, to keep a vice grip on them while scrolling in public spaces. A clip had played of some shady figure in a hoodie snatching up a precious device and sprinting away. Matt had taken it as a suggestion, with only some cosmic coincidence letting him get away.

Thinking about it, he got away with a lot that he really shouldn’t have been able to. With all the impromptu chases he’d ended up in over the years, it was a miracle nobody had…caught him on tape or something.

“Excuse me, sir?” a slim finger poked him hard in the shoulder and it took all his willpower not to jump. Millions of possibilities flashed through his mind as he turned around. He really hoped this wasn’t security, coming to kick him out. How ironic. Much as he wanted to scoff at the idea of tempting fate, he was willing to suspend his disbelief for a moment in favor of trying to plan ahead. Then again, it might not even be them.

“Excuse me?”

Maybe it was an ex? That could get awkward fast. Matt had briefly skimmed through the guest list before coming, and none of the names rang a bell, so he assumed he was going to be safe. But then again, it wasn’t that hard to get in unnoticed. Might as well get it out of the way. Reluctantly, he turned around.

“You dropped this.”

Oh. Stood in front of him was a young woman with a dark fringe covering her eyes. The rest of her hair hung down to her knees like a silk curtain, wrapped around her back protectively. Quick glances told him everything he needed to know. Red uniform, sensible shoes, neutral stance. Hotel staff. Nothing about her said that she was missing anything valuable (at least, as far as she knew). She held out a crumpled drinks receipt.

Time for an intelligent response. “Huh?”

What could be seen of her face was unimpressed. “The receipt. It’s yours, isn’t it, sir?”

“Well then. Thanks for...bringing it back. Guess I’ll just...” Matt reached out to take the paper, unconsciously shielding his bag. His hand only got so far before it was locked in a vice grip.

Uh-oh.

“Speaking of returning property,” the woman began. Pulling at his arm got him nowhere. “How about you be a good boy and put back all the nice people’s things?”

What?

Matt realized, after half a second of blissful ignorance, that she knew something. His mind instantly entered panic mode. Was she following him around? Did he steal something from her? Had she called anyone else?

Regardless- not good, not good, not good! He went pale, before defaulting to the usual plan: play dumb. Still tugging as inconspicuously as possible, Matt answered: “Wh-What are you talking about? What things?”

Somehow, she managed to look even less impressed. Sighing, she continued in a voice you might use for a particularly slow child. “The things you stole. Put them back and we’ll have no further issues. Keep your voice down while you’re at it, too. Wouldn’t want to make a scene, after all.”

Matt froze. She didn’t just know something, she knew everything. He was, in a word, screwed. “Look, s-seriously! Let go! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He stepped back a little, and she came with him, eyebrows raised. It felt like trying to tow a bus. Those uniforms must have been extremely flattering.

“Please don’t insult my intelligence. And as I said, keep. It. Down.” She practically growled the last word. Seemed like she was more worried about drawing attention to herself than he was. With that in mind, he re-assessed.

Playing dumb wasn’t working, clearly. Time for a change of tactics. He pulled one more time, just on the off chance she might have gotten bored of slowly breaking his wrist, and gave up on the idea of disappearing. Instead, he summoned up the power of every Karen, Janet and Linda who’d ever asked to speak to the manager.

“Look, I don’t know where you got these ridiculous accusations from, but if you don’t let go immediately, I will report you to your supervisor!”

With a slight sigh, she shook her head. “Feel free. I would have to have them check your suspiciously computer-free laptop bag, though.” Shit. She wasn’t buying it, was she? He got the distinct sense she was rolling her eyes behind the fringe. Maybe not the best idea, then. And now there were people beginning to notice their odd conversation. Occasional glances slid over to them before none-too-subtly slipping over to a very interesting section of carpet. “We can talk elsewhere if you really want to keep going with this.”

Suddenly, being in the dead center of a crowd was less appealing than it had been earlier.

“Actually, I’d kinda prefer it if you could just...let me go?”

“I’m afraid there’s very little chance of that, my sticky-fingered friend,” someone said right next to his ear. Matt let out a noise akin to what you might hear if you accidentally sat on a pet, or a small child. When he whipped around to look, he was greeted by a young man also in hotel uniform. At a glance, the two seemed almost identical. Unlike the girl, however, his mouth was tilted upwards in a grin- though his eyes were also covered by a thick fringe. “Apologies for Noel. She’s a little uptight when it comes to hotel security.”

He turned to her. “Surely it would have been faster to simply take the devices back?”

“Not if it means this little rat comes back to steal things from the paying clientele again. And if word gets out…”

“Then why not simply bar him? I can handle public relations. Especially as far as Misters Baldwin and Ross.”

Noel’s face flushed red. She didn’t answer, but finally let go. Something about it made Matt think of the bullying older sibling getting told off by Dad, and he snickered as he moved closer to the newcomer. Much as he wanted to, he didn’t pull a face at Noel. “Wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, you, follow me,” he gestured in Matt’s general direction and didn’t wait for a response before heading for the balcony.

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NaProWriMo 2019 Prompt List

Day Four Prompt: fearless gods

PG-13 - Warnings for Anxiety and Panic Attacks.

Characters: Roman, Logan, Patton, and Virgil

Word Count: 2751

Fearless Gods

“This is ridiculous.”

Logan calculated that Roman had said, yelled, or muttered that same phrase twelve thousand eight hundred and thirty six times in his presence. This time, it was a mutter, near whisper, in their shared living space. Logan didn’t raise his eyes from his own orb, or the sixteen year old he was tasked with watching from birth.

“Why can’t humans grow up faster?” Roman asked with a huff.

“Humans are designed to age at a very specific rate,” Logan said, “It is built into their DNA, as all life-”

“Rhetorical question, Specs.”

“If you do not wish for you questions to be answers, you should not ask them out loud.”

“Don’t start with me tonight,” Roman said.

“What is going on with your human?”

“He’s moping! If he’s going to stay in his bedroom all night, he could at least get some sleep. At least that would be better than watching him mindlessly sit there looking like some emo child reject.”

Logan hummed a single, monotone note. His human hummed himself, though not for any reason Logan provided. He simply did that. He hummed and danced little dances when he was on his own. Logan questioned the behavior a few times, but cast it aside when he caught Roman doing something rather similar one afternoon. A quirk, then. Nothing more.

“Please tell me you know what ‘emo’ means,” Roman said.

“I believe the term is written on one of my vocabulary cards. Do you wish for me to recite the definition for you?”

“No, just wanted to make sure you weren’t completely clueless.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “I do believe I am making progress with young human slang.”

“Yeah? Doesn’t seem that way with those cards of yours.”

“At least I’m making an effort to understand my human and the words he uses. All you appear to do is criticize yours.”

“That’s not true!”

“Provide me of an example of one instance where you praised your human.”

“I--”

Roman stopped. Logan looked over to see Roman’s eyes searching off his own orb. The tiniest of smirks pricked at the corner of Logan’s mouth.

“Look, he’s just not that fun, all right?” Roman asked, shooting him a glare. “At least yours does fun things, like act and sing. Mine just skulks around and mopes all day even though he doesn’t have to. He could do something, anything, other than that and maybe I’d cut him a slack.”

“I do not believe he would need a pair of pants trimmed.”

“It’s an idiom, Coeus.”

“Coeus-”

“Don’t. Say. Anything.”

Logan blinked at him, shut his mouth, then looked back at the orb on his desk. His human was fiddling with his small rectangular device. A mobile telephone, though his human, as most humans, called it a “cell phone”. It was quite a useful tool, and one that Logan praised, though how humans used such a device was so limited. His, for instance, was pulling up music on the application Spotify. Well, he did need to brush up on his knowledge of Newsies before the audition in two weeks. Perhaps that’s what he was- oh, no, he was going to listen to The Campfire Song Song again. Well, so much for using the night to obtain knowledge.

“Oh great,” Roman said, “Now he’s crying.”

Logan blinked and looked towards Roman. “Why would your human be crying?”

“Why does he do anything?”

“Roman, the entire point of this exercise is to understand humans. If you cannot understand this one, how will you be able to perform your duties?”

“Look, I do not need to understand this human to create them, okay? Like you don’t need to understand that human to organize their world or whatever it is you want to do once this guardian thing is over. It’s just a waste of time and it keeps us from knocking down one of the old gods when they aren’t ready to give up their seats.”

“There is a lesson to be learned in this process.”

“Yeah, and what is it? Human slang? ‘cause if it’s not that, it seems like you’re not doing too well with this whole learning thing.”

“At least I am making attempts. You are discounting the experience before it is over.”

“We don’t need any of this!”

“You cannot know that.”

Roman sighed and glared at the orb. Logan watched him for a second before returning to his own human. He was at his computer, headphones on, head moving up and down to the beat of the song so familiar to him he very likely didn’t need the music to know the lyrics. There was a smile there. Off the reflections of his glasses, Logan could see words, though he could not tell what they were. He moved to adjust the sight when Roman inhaled sharply.

Logan glanced at Roman again and saw the other god’s face. The wide eyes, the jaw slacked, the pale skin. It was not a look Logan had seen before on the younger gods like themselves, but the older ones, the ones that watched over the humans, they gave looks like that from time-to-time. He saw it on the face of his father often, especially when the discussions of great human evils came up. What was that look for? Logan was never certain and he never desired to understand. After all, he had no interest in the oversight of more than one human. But now, seeing Roman’s bravado disappear, Logan wished he had pried in those moments.

“Roman?” Logan asked.

“I don’t know what he’s doing but it looks bad.”

“What do you mean?”

Roman held the orb out towards Logan, but his eyes never left it. Logan stood from his desk and walked over. Inside, he saw Roman’s human in the small bathroom of the tiny apartment he managed to keep without adults. He was seated on the floor, back against the wall, his arms around his knees, and his forehead resting atop them. Tremors coursed through that frail looking body. His back heaved. Harsh breaths seemed to gain him nothing but more struggle.

“Wh-what do I do?” Roman asked.

“I do not know.”

“What do you mean ‘you don’t know’? You’re supposed to know everything, aren’t you?!”

Logan bit his bottom lip. Roman’s human was displaying actions that Logan had not seen his human do. This was to be expected. Even though the two humans shared a birthday, Logan and Roman were told that they would exhibit different behaviors, feelings, and actions during the course of their lives. But this display was not something Logan ever expected. To see someone go through such distress caused his own heart to seemingly twist and writhe in his chest.

“Could this possibly be linked to a medical issue?”

“I don’t know! He’s never shown any signs of anything like that before!”

“Anything in his family’s medical history about breathing problems? Perhaps he is experiencing some kind of asthma attack.”

“I don’t know!”

“Look!”

Roman thrust the orb at Logan and ran to his own desk. Drawers were opened. Tablets were tossed aside in an effort to find the one containing his human’s information. Logan watched the small human tremble and heave alone in that bathroom. If he could reach out to Logan’s human, perhaps he could get some assistance. Was it too late for that? Logan considered that it might be and a deep coldness settled on his skin.

“Found it!” Roman called and rushed back over. He flicked through the information on the tablet, his own fingers shaking. “Okay, here. He doens’t have anything like asthma but it says he might be prone to something called panic attacks. You know anything about those?”

“I have heard of them, though I am not certain. Watch over him, I will look.”

Logan handed the orb back to Roman and returned to his own desk. He opened the middle drawer on the left-hand side of his desk and picked up the second tablet from the top. He waved his hand over the device to turn it own. The Catalogue for All Human Medical Ailments opened. He typed into the search bar “panic attacks”. The response came immediately.

“A panic attack is a sudden episode of intense fear that triggers severe physical reactions when there is no real danger or apparent cause,” Logan read out loud.

“Why would humans be designed to have those?! We don’t experience that!”

“I do not believe now is the time to investigate such matters,” Logan said, “I believe it will be better for us to determine how to best help your human through this moment. The database says that panic attacks can be calmed with breathing exercises, among other things, though those other things are not beneficial at this time. Is there a way you can suggest such methods to him without direct contact?”

“I-I don’t know, I-”

“Roman, do not start empathizing with your human at this moment. He needs you. Calm yourself.”

Roman took a deep breath himself, then another, and then one more. Through this momentary pause, Logan began to calculate options. Without direct interference, they could not provide the human much assistance through this. However, it would be possible to have Logan’s human assist instead. Logan had, on several instances, provided his human with opportunities to understand human psychology, and that appeared to be going well. Psychology was one of the few classes his human had high grades in at that time. Perhaps these classes would provide this human was assistance, if they could somehow get into contact

“Okay,” Roman said. His voice was still strained, but Logan could feel a touch of calm growing.

“Roman, can you perhaps suggest to your human that he reach out to someone?”

Roman blinked up at him. “Why?”

“If your human can reach out to mine with minimal interference from us, we could manage to provide comfort to your human without breaking the rules.”

Roman blinked again, and then he looked down at the orb. After a second, he waved his hand over the orb. There was a ding. The human’s head jerked up, eyes wide, body frozen. Then a shaky hand went to the pocket of his black jeans and pulled out his phone.

“What did you-”

“Text from a wrong number,” Roman said. His eyes were glued to the orb. Logan’s eyes flicked back down to it. He watched as trembling fingers clutched the phone. Then his breath stopped as thumbs moved across the screen. There was a pause, another, the human stilled. His fingers shook. His hands tightened. Then he closed his eyes and pressed the screen once more. There was a ding. Logan looked over at his own human. The young man stared at his phone. Logan zoomed in on it.

help me

The message came from the young man’s best friend. “Virgil” was clearly typed at the top of the messages. There was more than the most recent one, but those traded texts were nothing but nonsense. Logan had read them before, more than once in an effort to understand slang. He knew their conversations. None of them started like this. That’s likely why his human paused before his thumbs moved swiftly across the screen.

Whats going on buddy??

The message was sent. There was another ding from Roman’s orb. Logan watched his human hover over his phone screen, thumbs poised. His face mirrored Roman’s earlier expression, the one Logan couldn’t pinpoint, the one he likely had himself. There was another ding. A message appeared on his human’s phone.

freaking out pls come over

His human stood immediately. On my way

Logan watched the young man rush out of his bedroom door. He rushed into the kitchen where his parents were talking. “Virgil’s having problems, can I have the car? He asked for me to come over.”

His voice was so fast Logan almost didn’t catch all the words. His parents agreed, he grabbed his keys and wallet on the table next to the door, and he bolted from the house. His mother shouting, “Be careful, Patton! Text us when you can!” came over the orb. Patton said nothing in response as he climbed into his car, started it and drove through the streets to Virgil’s apartment building. Patton usually followed all the rules, but that night, he sped a little and forgot to use his blinker more than once. Logan found that he didn’t care in that moment. His breath caught, his heart raced, his hands tightened against the catalogue still within his grasp. He couldn’t take his eyes off Patton’s darting eyes and wide facial features.

“Is he close?” Roman asked.

“He will be there in approximately a minute and a half,” Logan answered.

Logan watched as Patton navigated the parking lot. He tensed as Patton almost hit a car parking. The door swung open before the car was shut off. Shaking hands pulled the keys from the ignition and shut the door. Patton ran halfway to Virgil’s door and then clicked the lock function on the remote. The cars lights flashed as Patton continued to run. He burst into the building, climbed four flights of stairs, and then made it to room 424. He knocked on the door loudly, then hopped onto the balls of his feet.

“Come on, Virgil,” Patton murmured. There was no answer. This was taking too long. Logan’s hands tightened more against the tablet.

“What is Virgil doing?” Logan asked, his voice harsh against the otherwise silent room.

“He’s getting there,” Roman answered, his own voice mirroring his tone. Logan waited. There was the click of the locks. The door opened. Patton hesitated in the hallway.

“I... I can’t...” Virgil started. His voice as an echo as it came from both orbs. Patton reached out and were placed on Virgil’s shoulders.

“It’s okay, buddy,” Patton said, “Let’s close the door and sit on the couch, okay?”

Virgil nodded and moved back. Patton entered. The door was shut. Patton eased Virgil to the couch and Virgil sat. Patton knelt in front of him and took his hands gently.

“Okay,” Patton said, “I want you to do a breathing exercise with me, okay? It’s a four-seven-eight count. We’ll breathe in for four, hold for seven, and breathe out for eight. You think you can do that?”

Virgil gave a shaky nod. Patton tapped the back of Virgil’s hand. The breathing started. Logan watched them breath in unison and found himself following along with his own shallow breaths at first. Then he heard Roman exhale with them and decided to join in as well. All four of them took timed breaths, one after the other, until Virgil seemed calmer.

“Better?” Patton asked.

“Yeah,” Virgil muttered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to call you out here in the middle of the night.”

“It’s okay,” Patton said, “I’m glad I could help. Besides, it’s only nine.”

“That’s late for you.”

“Aw, that doesn’t matter. You know I’d drive out here at two in the morning if you needed me to.”

Virgil said nothing at first. Then he whispered, “Thanks.”

Patton smiled. Their conversation continued, but Logan disconnected from the orb and the volume dropped to a low hum. He sighed and sank into his chair. Roman followed suit shortly after. Logan allowed himself to breathe a few more times before glancing at Roman. The other god sat slouched, a surprise in of itself, with his head in his hands.

“That... was awful,” Roman said.

“Agreed. Though matters could have been much different. We are fortune that those two humans are so close.”

Roman hummed. Then, after a moment, he sat up and sighed. “Gotta hand it to Virgil. He made a good friend.”

“Ah, a praise, then.”

“Getting through that, he deserves more than one.”

“Yes,” Logan said. He glanced at the orb. Patton was sitting at Virgil’s side now, but his body was still facing the other human. There was a smile on his face, but that mirrored the look Logan’s own mother gave him. Very parental, very caring.

His mind wandered to the struck look on his father’s face, on Roman’s, on Patton’s. What had caused it? A rise in blood pressure, a tension, a cold sweat. No, those were all symptoms. Symptoms of what? Of a feeling, perhaps. No, not just a feeling. Logan saw those same symptoms in Virgil, though to a more extreme degree. Panic. Anxiety.

Fear.

Logan experienced fear.

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